well i just made myself cry

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I moved here from Bergen in the 7th grade. No one wanted to hang out with me because I talk so weird. You were the only one who took care of me. I couldn’t believe the most popular girls in our class wanted to be friends with me. I always really looked up to you. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had. Just the thought of me destroying that makes me feel sick. More than sick. It made me stop liking myself as a person. But I can’t continue having regrets for the rest of my life. It wasn’t going well between you and Jonas. You talked about breaking up with him every day. I know that’s not an excuse, but… I loved him. I wish I could do it all over again, completely different. But I can’t. I’m just going to have to accept it and move on. I’m saying this for the last time. Okay?

Cosmicguro’s (very old and very regret filled) Ereri Rec List

I’ve spent more time reading ereri fics than I have actually watching the show, here are my favorites.

It’s Fine  This one almost made me cry???? It’s not really even that sad I’m just lame. 

Isn’t that a cliché for you; the teacher falling in love with the student. I hated myself for it. I hated how I wasn’t just romantically attracted to him anymore, but physically as well. Mornings became awkward for me as I found myself having more cold showers than warm. Though I was ashamed to say sometimes I just didn’t even bother and gave in, imaging his breath on my face and his hand around me as I pumped myself under the sheets. 

1/1 Chapters, Mature rating. 10173 Words.

Wayward Wings Really cute and fluffy wing fic. 

As he straightened up, his wing jerked, and Eren stiffened as he felt it smack into something—or rather, someone.

“I’m so sorry!” he burst out, but as he whirled around, his wings gave another spasm and hit Corporal Levi in the face. Again. “Sorry!”

He held his wings stiff against his back, though he could feel them straining to move, as he stared at Corporal Levi.

Corporal Levi, whose face and hair were now half-covered in mud. Corporal Levi, whose expression hadn’t changed but who was more likely than not livid. Oh.

1/1 Chapters, Teen and up rating, 2963 Words

My Home Is Where Your Heart Is Smol Mikasa kills me

Single father Levi is left scrambling to find an after school daycare for his daughter, Mikasa, when his regular babysitter announces that her husband’s job is being relocated. The only problem - they’re all far more expensive than he can afford.

The solution to his dilemma comes in the form of a college student, Eren, who will do it for a fraction of the cost - as long as Levi will save him from a steady diet of ramen and pop-tarts by feeding him dinner every night before he leaves.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit rating,  14683 Words

Stay For As Long As You Have Time So fluffy and domestic, I love every bit of it. 

It was on these benches and paths that he spent most of his time, wandering around and letting the wind take him wherever he so chose. Mikasa had always scolded him for doing this; after all, she said, wandering around the school at night wasn’t the safest thing to do. But it was daytime when Eren first saw him, so she had no right to criticize.

1/1 Chapters, Explicit rating, 12730 Words

taking flight I’m always a slut for wing fics

“Touch his wings. I dare you.”

In which Levi has (really pretty) wings, Jean is an asshole and Eren can’t resist a dare. [Levi/Eren], wingfic AU.

1/1 Chapters, General rating,  1680 words

Overdose This one is really hot and the god like au is a nice change from what I usually read. 

Eren Jaeger was fucked. Ironically in both the figurative and literal sense.
On the one hand, there was the misfortune of having made a colossally stupid bet with one Jean Kirschtein involving the two of them racing to get laid ASAP. If he failed that, he would be figuratively fucked.
On the other hand, if he were to succeed in completing the bet, he would be well and truly fucked in the most literal sense of the word.

7/? Chapters, Explicit rating, 56399 Words

Here are my absolute favorites out of this list, they are some of the most amazing things I have ever read and they fucked me up emotionally. 

When I’m No Longer Young And Beautiful This one, this one right here. I have no idea what to say to describe just how amazing this fic is. The mental manipulation in it just fucks me up. 

Levi never wants Eren to grow up.

“Let’s see if I can make you pretty again.”

TW: Pedophilia and slight mental manipulation, and kinda yandere!levi

1/1 Chapters, Explicit Rating,  2323 Words.

time after time Cheesy pet shop au? Sign me the fuck up.

“Who tells someone they look like a cat?”

“No, I said the cat looked like you,” Eren corrects, looking back to the cat and ignoring Levi’s mounting confusion.

1/1 Chapters, Not rated, 5003 Words.

Art of war  Claps hands together This right here is so cute I almost died.

Noisy neighbors, nursling dinosaurs, satanic box cutters, shitty convenience store management, the word ‘fuck’, hereditary (but not really) homosexuality, beer and ramen, pennies, truckstops, strippers, closets, semi-public defacing, rings, house parties, “recreational” drug use, accidental rendezvous, toxic stew (don’t eat the stew), nice abs, housewives–batteries not included, over-educational movie sessions, copious domesticity, kittens named after landlords, a shit joke at participating locations, and many, many happy endings.
A modern AU in which Eren moves into the apartment directly above Levi’s.

11/11 Chapters, Explicit Rating, 52597 Words

King of Carrot Flowers Yassssssssssssss

It’s a Sunday. He’s washing his favorite mug and trying not to pay too much attention to the funeral that’s going on across the street.

(Levi lives across the street from a cemetery and Eren’s father has recently passed away.)

13/13 Chapters, Mature Rating, 23637 Words

1994 This is pretty famous in the fandom so you’ve probably heard of it, but it’s really good. 

Before cell phones. Before the Kardashians. Before internet porn. The year is 1994. Eren, Mikasa, and Armin, poor kids from the wrong side of the tracks, have been transferred with the rest of their neighborhood to the posh, uptown Trost High (Home of the Titans). Mikasa and Armin seem to fit in well enough, but Eren isn’t quite so lucky. Of course, most of this has to do with Eren’s personality. When he accepts a bet to lose his virginity (and actually prove that someone likes him) by the end of the semester, it’s hard for him to deny the improbability of winning. After all, the only one he seems to be talking to these days is the weirdly pretty (and just plain weird) goth working at the donut shop down the street… 

26/26 Chapters, Explicit, 124249 Words

half light I’m currently re-reading this one because it’s so amazing. 

He wouldn’t say that they’re friends, really. They’re not quite just acquaintances either; the more he thinks about it, Eren’s not sure how to describe their relationship. They sort of… tolerate each other, in different ways.

But yeah, the more he thinks about it (and he does think about it quite often), Eren thinks that he’d like for them to be friends.

(AU where Eren tries to figure out what you do when friendly feelings turn into something more.)

22/22 Chapters, Not Rated, 66199 Words.

Now here comes my all time favorite Ereri fic in the entire world

Disobey me This fic is so amazingly written, has a fantastic plot and portrays the characters so well. I am so happy I found this fic! If you read it tell her I sent you! :> 

After countless months of depression from the death of his mother, Eren had decided to start anew. First step was simple, go back to school. Now, normal students would followed the rules and went about their daily school lives in peace but Eren was no ordinary boy. Different than others, he is passionate, courageous, and disobedient, and his English teacher became well aware of that. But there is another side of him that no one, not even Eren himself, is aware of. Everyone has their secrets, and with each confession comes more answers as to what the hell his father did.

A story about a stubborn young adult, who has an impulsive drive for justice, that gets himself into more trouble than anyone could have ever imagined.

(That one fic that says it’s a High School AU and ends up having a ridiculous amount of other themes that eventually take over. Also, there is a lot of fluff.)

19/?  Chapters (On Going), Explicit Rating, 126155 words.

I can not stress how magnificent this is.

That’s it for my Ereri Fanfic Rec list. If any of the links do not work then please message me. 

another trashy angsty simon minter imagine

not requested for once lmao, probably absolute trash but have this while i take some time out - also are any of my followers one direction trash bcos i am and i would really like to write some harry imagines but obvs its up to u guys cause i wanna please yall?? anyway idk enjoy

“Why is it that everytime I see you, you’re drunk, Y/n?”

His voice instantly soothed the aching in my brain. I shut my eyes, hoping to just listen to that voice for a while without hurting. I knew that seeing his face would hurt. I wasn’t ready for that. 

He sounded cautious, almost. Hesitant. I wasn’t sure how to react. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to throw something, to make him hurt. But I couldn’t. 

I wanted him to think I didn’t care anymore. But the alcohol in my veins took control of my shy mouth, running the controls behind my timid, shaking voice.

“Oh don’t worry, Simon,” I breathed, feeling my words float away into the hall. “I’m drunk when you don’t see me too.”

“And how often is that?”

“I’ve lost track.”

His sigh was audible between the narrow white walls. Disappointment. I’m so damn familiar these days. He always managed to do this; to make me feel like it was my fault. I hated him for doing that. I hated myself for believing him.

“Y/n, why are you out here? Why aren’t you inside?”

“I could ask you the same fucking question Simon,” I spat at him bitterly. “It’s my flat. Why are you here? Why aren’t you out with your fun little friends, picking up girls, smashing and forgetting? Why, Simon?”

He sighed again, his lips pressed in a straight line. I couldn’t exactly tell what the look in his eyes was. I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

“Because, Y/n, it’s a Tuesday. Some of us work. And plus, my ‘fun little friends’ told me you were locked out. And I…” his voice trailed off as he cleared his throat, scanning the floor for his next words. “Well, I still have your key. The spare one.”

Spare. 

Just like that, I burst into tears. Uncontrollable, loud, messy sobs. I hated myself for it, but I hated myself anyway, and so what really was the difference? After all this time, it was still Simon coming to my rescue, picking up the pieces that only broke when he started to touch them. It was almost like I couldn’t live without him. The thought made me cry more.

As I sobbed his face softened, panic overtaking it.

“Oh no please, please don’t cry.” He crouched down to face me from where I sat slouched on the floor. “You’re okay, you’re fine-”

“No I’m fucking not Simon! Stop kidding yourself, you know just as well as I do I’m not fine!” I pushed him away and he flinched. 

“I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/n,” his voice came out so small, so defeated. My heart throbbed. I focused on my hands, the dark makeup stained tears falling into them. “I’m trying, I really am. But I’m so worried about you. I’m constantly scared about what you’re gonna do when I’m not around. I can’t leave you alone.”

“Look at yourself, Y/n,” he continued as he lifted me, holding me in his arms. I curled up against his neck as he fumbled around in his pocket for the key. “You’re ruining yourself.”

I cried harder as he lowered his voice to a whisper that I wasn’t completely sure I was intended to hear. “Or am I ruining you?”

Before I knew it I was on my bed again. The hard, unwelcoming mattress was familiar against my back. I watched as Simon sat beside me. The fatigue had hit.

“What am I gonna do with you, Y/n?”

“Stay with me,” I responded groggily. His hand reached out, stroking my hair. The cold silver of his pinky ring touched my scalp slightly.

“You know I can’t do that, Y/n. You have to learn to live without me.”

“But it’s hard,” I sobbed softly. 

“I know, Y/n. I think you forget I’m learning too.” His face was a picture amongst the dark room as he continued to stroke my hair. “It’s weird, and it’s lonely, and it’s hard. But it’s for the best.”

“For the best?” I asked drousily. “You’re better without me?”

“No, best for you. I’m not what you need, Y/n. You’ll realise it one day.”

“You’re what I want.”

He edged further away from me like an elastic band I’d lost control of. An elastic band with a lot of commitment issues and insecurities. I felt my heart crack as he withdrew his hand. Amongst the darkness, in my drunken tired state, I wasn’t entirely convinced I hadn’t seen him use it to wipe away a tear of his own.

As I drifted to sleep he continued to talk to my state. I knew I wouldn’t remember half of this tomorrow, and I knew he knew that too. But for now it was nice to hear his thoughts.

“We always come up too short,” Simon sighed from the end of my bed. “I just wish…I wish it had been different. That I had been different.”

“I don’t,” I slurred. “Do you love me, Simon?”

“More than you know, Y/n.”

“So why didn’t it work?”

“I don’t have the answers, Y/n. I wish I did.” For a brief second he turned away. Then forcing a smile, he turned back to me, standing. “Now get some sleep.”

“Are you gonna leave?”

“Not yet, Y/n. Not just yet.”

It’s Always Her pt. 3

James Potter x Reader

Request: Multiple for a part 3

Originally posted by itsjustcallmebella-okay

Y/N leans back into Marcus with a happy sigh, enjoying the crackling of the fire in front of them and the warm feeling of his arms wrapped around her. Turning around, she opens her mouth to comment on something, but the look on Marcus’ face makes her stop.

“What’s wrong?”

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Confession

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Prompt: “hey! i love your writing sooooo much! could you do a spencer x reader imagine where she works in the bau w him and really likes him, but whenever she tries making inferences about the unsub he always interrupts her, making her feel less than? she finally confronts him and has a fluffy ending? thank you soooo much! :)”

Requested?: Yes, by Anon;)

Word count: 727 

(A/N): Hello! i really enjoyed writing this;) Hope you like it :D

Originally posted by mindreiding


Y/n walked in, she was late today. Walking fast, she slammed the door open, a blush of shame on her cheeks. 

“I’m sorry I’m late.” She breathed out, dropping her stuff on the ground and sitting in a chair. 

“Not a problem. Garcia is still getting the documents.” Hotch answered. Y/n could feel a pair of eyes on her, glancing towards Spencer, she saw it were his eyes. And again, a blush appeared on her cheeks. Only this time because of another reason. 


Garcia stormed in, the usual happiness that came with her entered the room. Once she had put everything down she briefly smiled. 

“Maryland.” She breathed out. “Three victims in two weeks. Two females, one male. Tortured several hours, maybe days. The unsub killed them by cutting of their hands and feet and letting them bleed to death. He sends the limps to the family.” Garcia finished. 

“Well it probably is a-” Y/n was cut off. 

“It’s probably a sexual sadist, seeing as he aims mostly for women.” Spencer said. He had a bad habit of interrupting her. 

“Then why did he attack that man? Maybe he got in the way.” Morgan said, leaning in over the table.

“What if he is confused, or just bisex-”

“he can be bisexual and by doing this trying to figure out if he really is.” Spencer interrupted Y/n. Y/n closed her eyes and pressed her lips together, trying to relax her fists. Emily gave her a look that she couldn’t quite place. Sending daggers at Spencer didn’t seem to bother him. 


It was an intense flight. They wanted as much information as possible. 

“The women both worked in a kitchen.” Spencer informed them. 

“The men did too, but only thing is-” Spencer grabbed the file out of her hands. 

“He worked very far away.” he said. Y/n couldn’t really take it anymore. 

“Spencer Reid.” She began in a peculiar tone. “When are you going to stop interrupting me.” She grabbed her file back. “And taking all my work out of my hands. Because I am sick of it. And I swear to God, if you don’t stop I will hit you.” She finished, opening her file again. Morgan looked strangely proud at her, a smile in the corners of his mouth. 


The job was done. Y/n had been less interrupted and she felt better then ever. She didn’t feel dumb or ignored. She felt smart and appreciated. She had never thought that she would feel like that. At least, not with Spencer around. 

“hey, Y/n.” It was Spencer. 

“Hello. I would love to talk but I’m going to the bar. Care to join?” She asked him, a smile on her lips. Working with him was getting a lot more pleasant. 

“Uhm, yeah. Sure.” He smiled at her and together they left the hotel. 

A few drinks later, Y/n felt better then ever. She was laughing at things Spencer said, even though they weren’t funny. 

“Spencer, you are hilarious.” She laughed, patting his arm. 

“But I wasn’t joking.” He stated. 

“I knew you weren’t.” She smiled, ordering another drink. 

“Look, I just wanted to say I’m sorry. i never wanted to interrupt you. And I never wanted to make you feel less. You are so much more then just less.” Spencer confessed as she drank another shot. 

“You know. I can handle myself. But you made me feel… sensitive. I cared what you thought and I cared if you thought I was smart or pretty.” She herself confessed. 

“Well, if we are being honest then I’ll just say it. The moment you marched in, confident, strong and beautiful, I couldn’t help but smile. You were like a cloud of happiness that walked through the door. And I know I haven’t acted like that.” He said. 

“I like you a lot.” Y/n said, bluntly, a blank expression. “And maybe you don’t feel the same. but I’m a little bit too drunk to cry about that right now.” She laughed. 

“But I do feel the same way. I really like you too, Y/n.” Spencer said. Y/n smiled and leaned in, a quick peck in his lips. 

“I would want to make out with you, but my breath is smelly.” She giggled. 

“I don’t really care.” Spencer whispered, pulling her closer and kissing her with passion. This felt right, it certainly felt right. 

anonymous asked:

Hello wonderful, could I get 2d comforting his s/o? Not like after a panic attack or a break down. Just like the soft crying and feeling horrible. Like Something happened that ruined their day or just made them sad and done for the rest of the day.

A/N: yes of course, my dear. if you’re feeling down, message me and i’ll try my best to cheer you up with shitty deep fried memes and aggressive advice given to me from college text books.


2D taps his knuckles on the familiar hard wood in front of him, stepping back as he waits for his response. He looks down at his new shoes, turning his heel a bit as he examines them. He secretly hopes you would take the time to notice that he’d put on the pair you got for him during your afternoon together today. The  brief thought of you fabricates more and he spends a few minutes staring down at his shoes while thinking of you, almost completely forgetting that the door hadn’t been opened yet. With a quick shake of his head, he looks up and knocks again, this time quieter hoping not to disturb you if you were still getting ready.

A few more minutes pass and he thinks to knock again, but his hand freezes when he hears the door unlock. He sees your hand appear from behind it as it opens slowly.You don’t meet his eyes as you step out, locking the door behind you. When you turn around to face him, he notices your eyes blinking rapidly but before he can question it you greet him, “Hey.”

“Hey,” he says as his hand finds yours, “Everything alrigh-”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. You ready to go?” you say quickly. 

He stares down at you for a moment, your eyes are focused in front of you and your hands twitch in his. You don’t say anything though you feel his eyes boring into the side of your head.

“Okay…” his voice is wary but the two of you continue on anyway.


The first few minutes of your date is spent wandering aimlessly through the park. 2D wasn’t sure where to take you as he had planned originally to go to the planetarium, but given your low spirits, he began to consider taking you somewhere else instead. He brought up a few options listen with the planetarium being his original one, but you shot them down and agreed to go to the planetarium. 

Your silence had made him a bit uncomfortable as you walked alongside him through various exhibits. He’d panicked when he lost you a few times, only to find you in the same spot he’d left you before, staring down at the descriptions of every model. When he asked if something was wrong, you dismissed him kindly or changed the subject completely, the strain in your voice only concerning him more. Afraid he might irritate you, he stopped asking and the two of you concluded the day sat in a large auditorium as you looked up at the projections above you. 2D allowed himself to be memorized by the show, opened mouthed and wide eyed like the children around him. He turned his head as he watched a comet pass over him, disappearing completely into the darkness. His eyes traveled down next to him and his smile faded upon your appearance. You stared off into nothing in front of you, your eyes completely dull and heavy lidded.

When the show finished, 2D gave into your unchanging indifference and settled on ending the date early. 

The two of you walk closer to your door, any conversation nonexistent. Once you reach your home, your hand detaches from his as you retrieve your key in your bag. Neither of you say anything as he watches you open your door. You turn around to say goodbye, hugging him very briefly. You close the door behind you, looking down when you notice the tip of his shoe caught in the door frame. It was then that you’d finally noticed he was wearing the shoes you bought him.

Your eyes hesitantly meet his as he pulls the door open again, “I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

You look down as you lean on the door frame, hiding most of your face behind it, “Nothings wrong…”

“Y/N.”

You close your eyes and rest your cheek on the door frame, your shoulder and arm being the only thing visible to him as he waits. When he notices your shoulders shaking, he steps inside, turning on the light next to him as he approaches you. He brings his hand on your back and you retreat into his chest, arms wrapping around his thin form as you bury your face into his shirt. He feels the material dampen against his skin, and his arms quickly hold your form against his as he realizes what’s happening. A large hand slowly rubs uneven circles on your upper back, the other holding the back of your head carefully; occasionally caressing your hair.

Not sure how else to comfort you, he waits until your quiet sobbing subsides, holding you against him until your tear stained face peeks up from his chest. His heart breaks upon seeing your face contorted with sadness. He brings his hand up slowly, his thumb wipes away the wetness under your eyes as he gazes into them sympathetically. You close your eyes when he pressed his lips to yours tenderly. His breath is hot against your lips as he asks, “Tell me,” his voice shaking a bit.

You end up explaining your reasoning to your grief to him in your bed. He lays across from you as you face him, his hand occasionally reaching up to your face as he wipes away any tears that dare to fall from your eyes. The gesture is sweet and assuring, but he does it mainly because he can’t stand to see you that way. Once you finish, he advises you in the best way he can, choosing his words carefully as you were a bit sensitive from your explanation. He holds you for a while, resting his head atop yours as his hand runs through your hair comfortingly.

When you tell him that you’re feeling better, he offers to further brighten your mood with some good old fashioned comfort food and a movie on the couch, to which you happily oblige.


why do i find this extremely difficult to type? i dunno

THINGS I NEED A LOT

OKAY so Percy can summon Carter (Kane) ONE TIME by saying his name so I want the greeks, romans, and norse (magnus) bloodlines to be present and WASHAM THEY’RE LOSING LETS JUST CALL UP THE EGYPTIANS TOO BECAUSE I NEED ALL THE MYTHOLOGY AT ONCE I LOVE IT

can we have the power boys (percy, carter, jason, and magnus) and the kickass girls together (okay but Reyna, Zia, Annabeth, and Sadie COME ON)

NICO AND WALT OKAY I JUST MADE MYSELF ALMOST CRY MY BABIES

LEO AND ZIA COMPARING FIREPOWER


I AM MYTHOLOGY TRASH OK

Frank being confused (and slightly annoyed that they can shape shift on top of their magic) “what do you mean you can turn into birds but only one kind”

is charmspeak like the persuasion words thing in egypt

ARE THE GREEK/ROMAN GODS CONNECTED TO THE GODS OF EGYPT AND ASGARD

i seriously need all my ladies together talk about deadly

ok but have i mentioned walt and nico HAVE I MENTIONED IT

“my dad is hades” “oh yeah well i’m the god of funerals” “what no you’re mortal” “i’m hosting him” “dude what the fuck”

I LOVE WALT/ANUBIS OK AND I LOVE NICO THIS IS GREAT

will solace talking to zia like “no my dad has the sun” and she’s like “nah man it’s mine”

ARE GODS ATTRACTED TO THEM BECAUSE THEY HAVE THE BLOOD OF THE PHARAOHS BECAUSE HOW WOULD TWO DIFFERENT STRINGS OF MYTHOLOGY CHOOSE ANNABETH’S FAMILY WITHIN LIKE 10 YEARS

EGYPT WAS THE START OF IT ALL

IT’S TWO AM I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS

I NEED MAGNUS CHASE

Okay but Jellal made me laugh too much in this panel, I was litteraly crying. It’s the only thing he could be thinking and I just can’t

or maybe he just passed out

don’t think about tony visiting clay at college and clay introducing him to his college friends as “tony, my boyfriend”. 

don’t think about tony blushing every single time and clay’s friends being like “dude, clay has told us so much about you!”

don’t think about how they become that couple, you know the one. high school sweethearts that everyone is envious of because they just work so well. but also that couple that just grosses everyone out because they have entire conversations with just their eyebrows.

and definitely don’t think about them cuddled up in clay’s tiny dorm bed, silence all around them till tony breaks it to simply say, “i missed you”. and clay raises his head from where it was resting on tony’s chest and kisses him sweetly, just a peck, and then lays back down, his ear pressed so he can hear the beat of tony’s heart.

See You Later

I made myself cry while I was writing this, so I decided y'all have to suffer as well.

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“So, I guess this is goodbye, then?”

The words came out as a pained gasp, but Negan forced the corner of his chapped lips up, tone stubbornly amused.

Carl let out a sob, and he pulled the older man’s battered and bleeding body to his chest, holding him carefully.

“No,” the teen whispered defiantly, shaking his head as he blinked back tears. “There’s no such thing as goodbye. Just… ‘see you later.’”

Negan smiled wider, and he lifted a shaking hand to Carl’s face, resting his calloused fingers across the boy’s pale cheek, stroking the skin tenderly.

“Then I’ll see you later, baby boy,” he mumbled, eyes filling with love and adoration. A second later, they glazed over, going lifeless.

Jealous

Inspired by the first verse of the song “Jealous” by Labyrinth. 

@inunanna @grapefruitwannabe @mustardyellowsunshine @keichanz @dreamer-of-the-wandering-suns 

for you guys.

Set during the three year separation.


Thunder rolled in the distance as the married couple settled in for the night. “It’s fixing to storm..” Sango muttered, looking worried at the noren as she tucked the twins into bed, their identical faces completely at piece for once. Sitting back on her heels, she her right hand was drawn to her pregnant belly as if my a magnet, mindlessly caressing the mound. 

Miroku sighed, setting the cast iron pot on its hook to dry. “You know how he has gotten with the rain recently.” he smiled reassuringly, trying to mask his own worry and calm his wifes. He always worried about his silver haired companion. Especially when it rained. 

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This idea crossed my mind long long time ago. And this is the picture from Goth. He made this for Palette and it is mentioned in the following story. I don’t think I’ll write more fanfics, so enjoy.
This story is made for you, dear Nekophy-Senpai. Hope you like it.


WARNING: the fanfic contains bad English.

Goth POV

It was already evening and I sat at the bottom in front of the forest. The orange light of the sun faded behind the forest, but I didn’t really noticed that. I just thought about Palette. We met every day at the same time in front of the forest, but he didn’t come for 4 days. That was not like him at all and I really started to worry about him.
Okay okay. I know I could visit him just to look that everything is okay. But I wasn’t in a good mood to do it.
And so I sat there and after a few minutes, I stood up. I still don’t know why, I just did it. Someone stood behind me, I could feel it. I turned around but nobody was there.
“Just visit him already. Your thoughts are really annoying!” That voice was right, I said to myself.
So I went to Palette. It was a small but beautiful house with a lot of trees in the garden. The walls were full of ink.
I went to the door, knocked and waited a few minutes before Mr. Dream opened it. He was surprised as he saw me. “Oh! Hello Goth. I didn’t expect visitors today. But I am glad that your here. I think Palette would be happy to see you. Ehm…you are here to visit him, right?” “Hm? Of course. I didn’t see him in a while. What happened?”, I said. I didn’t really listen to him and looked more around. Everywhere were pictures and​ photos. Some with a baby Palette, the whole family or just Dream and Ink. Some were only things Palette or Ink drew. All in all, it was comfortable, but very small.
Now Dream and​ I stood in front of Palette’s room. The door was closed and I heard Palette talking to Ink. “I’m fine. Really, you worry too much dad!”, Palette said. “Ugh… why won’t you understand. You have a terrible flu and it won’t get better if you just go out to visit your friend. What was his name? Greg…? Gray…? I don’t care.”, Ink responded. And then Dream came in.
“Palette!” I was shocked when I saw him. His eyes were dully and under his eyes…
NO! I don’t want to think about this again, it makes me cry.
Well, tears came in my eyes. “G…. Goth…!” His voice sounded broken and he tried to stand up, but he couldn’t and fell.
Seeing him suffer​ made me sad and it felt like a nightmare became true. I told myself​ to wake up just to realise that it was all real. And as I realised this I wanted to run away. To forget what I saw: a sick Palette. But I didn’t run away and I didn’t even move. I just stood there until Palette said:“ Can you please leave me with Goth alone?” Ink, of course, wasn’t happy about it, but both went outside the room and then Dream closed the door.
A few minutes of silence followed until Palette broke it. “So, this is my room. It is not as great as yours, but…*sigh* Come on. Laugh if you want.” “ Laugh at what?”, I asked. I haven’t looked around, but after he mentioned it, I looked around. He was right. His room was really small, but also colourful, with a lot of pictures and , oh god, a picture I drew for him once. How could I know that he will take it? I mean, I was there for the first time. “Cause my room is so small.”, Palette answered me.“Why should I laugh?! Your room is way greater than my room, even though it is small. But it doesn’t have to be big.” “Mhm…"He closed his eyes.
The silence came back and after ten minutes, Palette fell asleep. I left his room, said goodbye to his parents and left the house.

I visited him every day and every day he felt better. We talked a lot, laughed a lot and read books together. It was so much fun and my feelings for him grew every minute, but I didn’t tell him that. That could ruin our friendship I guess.
After one week I wanted to bring him cookies mom made for him because he didn’t want to eat soup anymore. Well, he ate it every day. I ran to his house and met Dream with a big bag. That surprised me and I asked what happened. Dream told me that Palette's​ feaver got worse and that he didn’t wake up this morning and that Ink brought him to hospital. Oh god, I was so shocked and asked Dream of I can go with him. He luckily agreed.
After twenty minutes we arrived the hospital​. I didn’t know the room so I followed Dream.
Ink stood in front of a closed door. The room, where Palette was.“Dream he…Oh, Goth!” Ink sounded angry. That scarred me a little because it was the first time I saw him in this mood. “What do you want here?!"He asked. "W… well, I wanted to bring Palette some cookies and-” “ Did I say that I need your help?” Ink interrupted me and took the cookies. “He didn’t wake up and I think you’re the reason why his flu got more worse. Go! And don’t visit him until he feels better!” Tears started running down my cheeks. I turned around, left the hospital and ran away. Why? Why? WHY? I asked myself over and over, but I didn’t get an answer.

It was almost two weeks ago that I saw Palette and I started worrying, again. I asked myself if he died, but I shaked my head to throw that thought away. Thinking the wort won’t help, I knew that, so I stopped thinking.
Someone was behind me and covered my eyes. It could be everyone, I mean I was in front of the forest. I turned around and saw a smiling Palette. “Hehe! Hey Goth!” He laughed. “Palette!” I almost screamed of happiness. “ Don’t do that ever again! I was worried about you!” “ Sorry Gothy! I won’t do it again, I swear. You know why?” “I guess not” I answered. “Cause we’re best friends” He said with a happy voice. The words ‘best friends’ still hurts, but I didn’t care about it in this moment. I was just happy that he was alright, alive and happy!
“You’re right, Palette, you’re right!”

art by jessitale 

OH MY GOSH THIS IS SUCH A SWEET MINI FICC ;;0;;

azureskywolfspirit  asked:

Hello. Can you do 12 and 13 with Ikon B.I please? Any genre is good with me ^^

friggin yes!! Thank you for the request and am sorreh it’s so late, but I made it long to make up for it!!!!!

Originally posted by mvssmedia

12.) “This isn’t a movie, or a happy ending- I know that. But I meant it”

13.) “I can’t just stop myself from feeling things for you- it doesn’t work like that!”

His fingers itched as he sat at a lonesome table at the place you worked at. His eyes continued to steal glances your way but he’d avert his gaze as soon as you looked even remotely his way. He licked his lips nervously and bounced his leg hastily. He wanted to talk to you so badly, wanted to hug you, to kiss you, to apologize, to get angry at himself, he wanted you to hurt him like he had hurt you, but he simply couldn’t bring himself to even make his presence known to you in that moment.

So he sat there for several minutes, knowing the section of the restaurant he was at, was not for you to attend, but instead that of your co-workers to visit. He didn’t dare to scoot to the edge of his seat so you’d be able to see him better, instead he hid away in the booth, all the way to the corner where he was able to loath himself and accept how pathetic he was for coming to look for you after two months after breaking up. He had watched you for two months, but this was the closest he had come after weeks of watching you from afar. Now however, he was nervous and frankly, a little afraid of having you spot him.

He wanted to beg you for forgiveness but he just didn’t know if you’d accept him once again, not after being incomprehensible and insensitive to you, selfish indeed he had been. But he was so utterly sorry, he simply wanted you back, he wanted to be better, he wanted you to be better not for him, but because of him.

He was about ready to shoot out of his seat and throw any courage he had manged to build, straight out the window when life decided to play what seemed like a joke on him. You stood before him, eyes deep with disbelief and a hurt so immense, Hanbin felt the guilt weigh on his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe and keep eye contact with you. He clenched his fists tightly, unknowingly as the two of you looked gazes for a few seconds that felt eternal. You finally let out a shuddered breath and cleared your throat, looking down and then over your shoulder, “What are you doing here?” you asked, trying to sound stern but failing as you met his gaze once more.

Hanbin swallowed hard and parted his lips to speak but he could not verbalize anything, no single coherent thought formed inside his head as it felt like it was on overdrive. He looked down at his lap and felt his shoulders drop in defeat, “I- I was just leaving, sorry to bother” he managed as he stood up only to end up a few inches from you, making his heart beat rapidly. You frowned and focused on looking anywhere but at him, “Don’t come here again, you understand me?” you said and Hanbin stiffened before you.

He nodded once awkwardly and you scoffed, “If you wanted to talk all you had to do was say so, not sit around my job, pestering me with your presence” you said in a hushed voice so no one around heard of your conversation. Hanbin hung his head low, your words striking all sorts of chords in his chest, because you were right. “I do want to talk, I just… I didn’t know how- but I’m sorry I’ll just leave” he stated and you ran a hand through your hair, trying to keep yourself together before breaking down during your shift and in front of a ton of people.

God, did it suck to see him after two hellish months. Maybe it wasn’t much but after a year of being together and messing up big time, messing up enough to end so much time and devotion, it sure felt eternal and languid. “Let’s talk, Hanbin” you said and his head shot up as he looked at you in surprise. “But you’re working-” he started and you interrupted, “Just go outside, I’ll be right there” you said, annoyance seeping into your tone.

After a few seconds of debating whether to run away or considering the possibility that you had probably stood him up, he finally let out a breath of relief as you came outside to meet him. You crossed your arms over your chest and stared at the ground, “Let’s make it quick, okay?” you said and Hanbin cleared his throat, not knowing where to start.

Would I’m sorry let’s make up be a good start? No, I fucked up and I’m a mess without you, I can’t even go a day without thinking about you and how much I hate myself for messing up, would probably be better, but he just couldn’t say it. “Y/N, I-I’m, I don’t know how to say this because it was all my fault, and I’m just- I’m an asshole and I don’t- I can’t fix it or no, I want to fix it but I just- I know you hate me because I hate myself too and I’m just- I’m so fucking sorry” he blurted, his words a fumbled mess in representation of his entire being in that moment. You felt your heart flinch at his words as you tried swallowing past the knot in your throat.

It took a few seconds for you to hold back from crying on the spot and you could tell it was taking everything in Hanbin’s body and brain to keep him from straight up punching himself in the face. You were angry, hurt, frustrated, and ridiculously considering the fact to say something similar to what he had said to you. You let out a snivel and sighed, looking away and shaking your head gently. “I’m sorry, I should have done this sooner or maybe I shouldn’t have said it at all, but I can’t even say the right thing because I feel so guilty and sorry and you shouldn’t forgive me, but I want you to, because I-I… I need you okay?” he admitted and your heart picked up its pace rapidly as you met his desperate gaze.

His expression was pleading and this time, you wanted to punch him. “Are you kidding me?” you managed, your voice low but harsh. You saw a hint of fear flash through his expression and you instantly wanted to cry, not out of regret for your tone but because this was unbelievable. “Two months, Hanbin, two stupid months I tried to get rid of everything that was ours because I really thought you didn’t give a shit and I was so stupid for crying over you and now that I feel better with myself and the mess you made, you want me to take you back and fix things?” you said and Hanbin clenched his jaw.

“I can’t just stop myself from feeling things for you- it doesn’t work like that!” you then said, your voice raising as Hanbin’s eyes began to tear up while he looked away. You felt yourself begin to tear up as well, a few tears running down your cheeks as you wiped them off roughly.

“This isn’t a movie, or a happy ending- I know that. But… I meant it” Hanbin said, his voice low as he lightly sniffed, holding back from crying, just like you knew so well. You let out a small cough and took in a deep breath, bringing your hands to your hips as you let your head fall back. “Give me a chance, Y/N” he then added, his voice cracking as you met his gaze with a shake of your head, “Please” he continued, stepping closer to you and bringing one of his hands to your cheek.

You wanted to say no, you wanted to push him away and say he had hurt you too badly and that you would make him suffer. But his hand on your cheek felt welcoming and familiar, warm and comforting. So instead, you nodded as he brought you closer to his embrace, burying his face in your neck as you whimpered softly and threw your arms around his neck. 

“I know most of you won’t believe me but I wrote the song [Gypsy] about San Diego, well not exactly but about a guy I met in San Diego. I hadn’t made any friends in a really long time when I came here, since I’ve become a star, I hadn’t made many new friends. He put me on the back of his motorcycle and we drove away from all my security and he got in a lot of trouble. I just held onto his leather jacket. I just remember my helmet got all foggy ‘cause I was crying ‘cause I hadn’t been outside by myself for so long. He hid me away in his little shack by the beach, and we made love all day long. And then he introduced me to all his friends. And I’ll never forget it because the one before him, he told me I would never make another friend; he told me I would die a rich old woman in my big house with all my fame and no sense of the world, he told me. But not this guy. He told me that he was a gypsy too and that if I wanted to, we could go anywhere together or anywhere apart. And then he kissed me all night at our Mission Beach party… and I’ll never forget it, we locked ourselves in the bathroom.” — Lady Gaga

Breakfast in bed

Genre: Angst (is it tho? idk it’s more sad at first but idk how to describe it) / Fluff!

Request: can i have a scenario where you’re stressed out/sad and mark tries to cheer you up (as your boyfriend)? hehe take your time to do this and have a nice day/night ahead!!

A/N: This is my first request aaaah thank you so so much I really hope you like it!! I was so happy to see your ask lmao I got so excited I started writing straight away 😅 

Word count: 1,591

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Married to a Monster - two

Originally posted by sehnunie

Paring: kaiXreader, minseokXreader

Word Count: 1.9k

Summary: You are forced into a marriage with your once love/childhood best friend. Although, you don’t love him anymore and are disgusted with having to marry him. After driving yourself to suicide twice, you know you can’t ever fix things with him but even though, you push forward for the happiness of your parents who are still grieving the loss of your older sister.

Notes: This series will contain talk of suicide, self-harm, abuse, death and possibly more. This series will also have smut, but chapters will be rated [m] accordingly.


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luckyfsh replied to your post “I would really welcome some prompts for Les Mis fluff right now if…”

R + e + crepes + vaguely awkward morning after??

Enjolras woke to the smell of something cooking, rolling over and blinking at the sunlight that poured through his window. His head is fuzzy, and there’s an ache in his jaw that is steadily growing as he becomes more conscious. He frowns, trying to think of who could possibly be cooking in his apartment when Combeferre moved out a week ago. Feuilly, maybe? Or possibly a less-than-malevolent robber? He attempts to leave his bed, but finds standing to be difficult, landing with a thump on his bed.

“Enjolras? Are you awake?” A low, distinctly familiar voice calls from the kitchen, and Enjolras is suddenly very awake. 

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Torn – Part 1

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A/N: OKay hey! This is my first long fic with several parts, but I have a loooong idea and I’m kinda satisfied with the base I have so far. I hope you enjoy! NOTE! When I first wrote this, I tried to make it gender neutral, but it restrained a lot of the story line, so I’m just stating now that it is from a female perspective! (Hope that’s okay for most)

Summary: After your breakup with Seokwoo, you get the help of Taeyang to forget about him. The feelings are still there though, making you torn between a sweet ex and a passionate boyfriend.

Word count: 1,2k

Y/N = Your Name

Y/F/N = Your (best) friend’s name

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Where one door closes, another one opens – Prologue

“I’m done, I’m fucking done! I can’t take this anymore!” You yelled as you fled the room. You were almost out the front door when you heard his voice one last time on this long day:

“Great, cause I’m fucking done with you too!” This was the last one of three executive fights in only a week. The week before that there had been two, then one the week even earlier. None of you managed to handle the stress you were under at the same time, and now it ended in a breakup. Six months, it had been six months of a great relationship – October to April. Now it had all fallen apart in three weeks.

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Come back to me (Part 2)

Paring: Bucky x reader

Warnings: Mentions of torture and violence, but then fluff!!

Word count: 1,346

Request: “Hi ! Could you write a Bucky x Reader based on Tell Her You Love Her by Echosmith please ? Like he broke her heart in the past because of HYDRA and a few years later, when he’s finally free and a new man, they cross path again ? That’d be lovely ! And your writing is sooo good ! Keep up the good work :)”

A/N: Hm I don’t like this part so much but here it is. I ran out of inspiration :(. Sorry this took soo long!! It might be a little slow going for me to get back into my writing groove because I’m just getting started with a new semester at school. Please be patient with me!! But good news, requests are open again!!

Part 1

Originally posted by vintagefangirll


Your POV

You stared into his cobalt eyes and readied yourself for the painful word that were sure to exit his mouth. You fidgeted with you hands nervously as he opened his mouth to speak.

“ I was born in 1917-”

“You were what? Bucky what do you mean you were born in 1917?” Your shock from his words was evident.

“Please Y/N just let me explain,” he pleaded. You swallowed your questions and nodded for him to continue.

“I was born in 1917 and when I was of age I signed up for the military and was sent into battle,” he stuttered out. It was hard to believe the words he was saying but his hands were trembling so it was evident that telling you this was taking a toll on him.

“I was captured and later rescued. It was when I was captured the second time that the horrors really set in. No one came to rescue me after that. I don’t know how many years I have been awake so I don’t know how old my body is. They tortured me, Hydra. They electrocuted me, wiped my memory, and forced me to do things, horrible things. I was their weapon, their asset. Whenever they weren’t using me they put me on ice,” his whole body was trembling now and tears started to prick at his eyes. You recognized the name of Hydra as most people did. Looking into his eyes, you did something you thought you’d never have to opportunity to do again. You reached across the table and held his hand.

“They- well they made me kill people. I remember all of it. I remember every face and every scream. That’s what my nightmares were really about. They also gave me this,” he stammered and motioned towards his metal arm. “Y/N I’m the winter soldier. I knew that I should’ve never let myself get close to you but before I knew it, I was in love with you. I- I couldn’t just leave you, even though I knew I should’ve. I should’ve protected you but I loved you too much to leave. I still love you too much to stay away.” He was crying now and you stood up from your seat and crouched down in front of him. You brought his head to rest over your heart and ran your finger through his hair as you had done so many times before he left you. The tears leaked out of your eyes unwillingly as you cradled the broken man that you loved in your arms. You had heard the legends of the winter soldier but never once had you thought it was true, until now.

“When I met you, I had been escaped from Hydra. Somehow I broke my way out of one of their facilities where they kept me and ran. I ran as far and as fast as I could. Then I bumped into you. I stopped running and I fell in love instead. I thought that if I just laid low with you, lived a normal life, hid my arm well enough, they wouldn’t find me. They did. We were walking hand and hand in the mall when I saw the first group of suspiciously dressed individuals. They started showing up out of nowhere. I knew it was them. I always knew they would find me but I always prayed that they would give me a little more time with you. I always thought there was more time, until time was up. The night that I left I decided that I could no longer be selfish and put your life in danger. They would surely use you to get to me so I did the only thing that I could think to do to protect you. I ran. I did it all for you. After all these years I still feel the same as I did when I first met you I just wish we could’ve had more time. I have some people who are protecting me now. Really one of my best old friends. I’ll be fine so you don’t need to worry about me. I thought I owed you an explanation for all the pain I must’ve caused you.” He held you at arms length as he stood to look into your eyes. All you could do was blink at him through your tears. Here he was, the love of your life, right in front of you and no words would escape your mouth. You were stunned into silence.

He took your silence as an invitation to leave and slowly dropped his arms to his sides. He began to walk towards the door when your mouth caught up with your brain.

“Wait Bucky,” you said and reached out to take his hand. He turned around to face you and held your gaze with wide eyes. You gripped his hand and he grasped yours as if his life depended on it.

“Stay, please. Don’t go. I have spent far too long without you as it is,” his eyes widened at your words.

“Y/N what do you mean?” He stuttered.

“James, I still love you. I haven’t-”

“Y/N you don’t want me. Did you even hear what I just told you? I’m a monster. You deserve to be safe and happy.” He whispered intensely.

“Listen to me,” you stated and locked your eyes with his.

“You make me happy. You make me happier than I’ve ever been. The day you left was the worst day of my entire life and if I never have to experience being without you again, I won’t. If you’ll have me, that is,” you whispered and reached your hand up to touch his cheek. He leaned into your palm involuntarily. You stroked his cheek with your thumb.

“Y/N are you sure? I don’t know if I could live with myself if I put you in danger again,” he stared at the floor as the word poured out of him.

“Bucky, I would rather live for one year with you than live to be one hundred without you. You have no idea how much I have missed you. The demons of your past don’t change how I feel. I know that you are a good man and-” you faded off. You knew what you wanted to say so you took a deep breath and spoke.

“-And I want to marry you. The only thing I am sure of in this life is that I want to be with you for as long as I have left. I love you with everything I have and if you’d have me, I’d marry you tomorrow.” Your eyes flicked to the floor with nervousness. Bucky’s audible gasp filled the room and everything was eerily quiet for a moment. When your eyes met his face again you could see that under his tears, a massive grin was forming.

“You are just as intoxicating as I remember,” he said and smiled. “Of course I’ll marry you.”

You threw yourself into his arms and he kissed the top of your head.

“Bucky?” You broke the silence of your embrace.

“Yes, love?”

“Please don’t ever leave me again.”

“Never.”

Thorns (Part 1)

Eric X Rose

Part 2, part 3, Part 4

***Masterlist***



Cheers and screams fill the air as another Erudite girl lets her blood drip into the water. My breathing hitches as I wipe my sweaty palms on my brown pants. As the girl takes her seat with her family, my name is called.

“Rose Kane.” Blood pounds in my ears as my shaky legs carry me to the hardest decision I will ever make.


The knife is cold and heavy in my hand. I stand in middle of all the bowls, not daring to look back at my friends and family, afraid I will change my mind if I see their smiling faces.

Pressing the sharp tip of the knife to the center of my palm, I press down. Slowly I drag the knife across my palm, not caring about the pain; its nothing in comparison to the anxiety and adrenalin pumping through my system. Taking the knife away I stare at my palm, watching the blood pool against my pale skin. I know I’m spending more time then normal to do this, but I can’t bring myself to choose.

Someone clears his or her throat, trying to tell me to hurry up. I don’t breathe, I don’t close my eyes; I just stand there and watch as my blood drips onto the sizzling coal.

The left side of the room that holds the Dauntless faction erupts. Its not often Amity transfer to them; they are complete opposite factions and hold values that differ vastly.

Walk over to my new family, I am afraid to turn around and see my old one. Taking a seat, I avoid looking across the room; instead I stare at my hand, rubbing the cut on my palm, wondering what initiation would be like.

Surprisingly a girl named Beatrice transfers from Abnegation, which is not as rare as someone transferring from Amity, but she might get more hate for it. Abnegation has been talked about a lot recently; mostly saying that they are unfit to be the government for everyone. There was even a rumor circulating for a while that the leader of abnegation used to beat his son, Tobias. 


I remember Tobias from school. I was younger than him, but I always had a giant crush on him. One day he bent down to grab something, and his shirt rode up, showing a large bruise on his lower back. I always believed the rumors were true since that day, but I never told anyone what I saw. As I got older and the rumors continued I always felt guilty for not helping him, for not telling anyone. I feel I could have saved him, but didn’t. I know he transferred to dauntless, I over heard my parents talk about, since they are leader of Amity, they know a lot about other factions as well. It’s not reason I decided Dauntless was right for me, but I hope I see him and get to apologize for not doing anything.


The ceremony was over, and we were all dismissed. The Dauntless born of course took off running to the trains, while us transfers try and keep up. Suddenly they all slow down, they don’t come to a complete stop, but they start launching themselves at a metal post. Climbing as they whoop and howl in laughter. Beatrice and I stand together at the bottom. I have climbed trees all my life on the farms; this was easy for me. What keeps me at the bottom is Beatrice’s face. She looks scared and unsure.

“Look, climbing isn’t that hard. Don’t think about the ground, focus on moving up.” She just nods clearly still unsure. “I’ll go first, just copy what I do step for step.” I don’t give her time to chicken out; I place my hand on the first run, and pulled my self up. Step after step I make it half way up. Glancing down I see Beatrice following just below me. “You’re doing great!” I shout down at her. She looks up at me, grinning. We make it the rest of the way up, and I lend her my hand, pulling her to the platform.

Just as Beatrice gets to her feet, the platform starts to rattle. The train is coming. The Dauntless born starting running as the train comes around the corner, faster than it looked when I would watch it at school. Beatrice looks at me for guidance. “I have never jumped on I a moving train before.” having to yell over the wind, I decided to follow what the Dauntless born are doing, and motion for Beatrice to follow me.

My feet pound the metal runway, adrenalin once again flows through my veins as wrap my fingers around the door handle. Throwing my body into the train, I land on my right side, sending a shooting pain down my arm. Looking at the door I realize Beatrice isn’t on the train yet. Scrambling to my feet, I see she is just a step or two away from being able to grab the handle. Grabbing the handle on the inside wall. I extend my left arm out for her to grab. Her hand wraps tightly around my forearm.

Using all my strength I pull Beatrice into the cart with me. Lying on my back, I grab my right shoulder. I have only felt this kind of pain once. When I was about five I fell out of an apple tree and dislocated my shoulder. Thankfully there was some adrenalin still in my system, otherwise I would be crying in front of all the other initiates.

“Thank you.” Beatrice sits up. Taking another breath I a sit up with her, and place my back on the train wall to stabilize myself. “I’m Beatrice.” She holds her hand out. I grasp it limply, mostly because I was in pain and could barley raise my arm.

“Hi, I’m Rose.” We both start laughing at the absurdity of the last ten minutes. I hold my shoulder as we sit and talk. A condor girl named Christina joins us as well. I think I just made my first friends.


  It’s not long before people start to move around. We hear someone shout about jumping, and the three of us go to see what the commotion is all about. Sure enough, a little further up people are launching themselves onto a roof. Some of them are graceful while they rolled, some are even so good they just land on their feet and walk it off. While Beatrice and Christina contemplate the fact that they will have to jump, I am trying to figure out the best way to land as to do the least amount of damage to my shoulder.

Christina and Beatrice grab each other hands, planning to jump together. Beatrice extends her hand to me, and I just shake my head. I don’t have time to explain that I couldn’t, I can’t move my arm. Beatrice looks a little hurt at my refusal.

Taking a few steps back I start running and leap over the large gap. My feet hit first. I tried to make it so I could stay on my feet and just run it off, but the impact caught me off guard and I summersaulted forward.

Lying on my back, I hear Christina and Beatrice land behind me, laughing. My breath was caught in my throat, and I brought my hand over my shoulder. The pain was white hot down my arm, I might even pass out its so bad.

Christina and Beatrice walk over to me, Crouching down they ask if I was all right. The wind was still nocked out of me, so I could not speak. Worried looks took over their faces, as they looked at each other, unsure what to do.

“Initiates, gather around.” I can’t see the person the voice belongs to, but it sounds strong and demands everyone to follow its instructions.

Everyone does what the voice says, murmuring a little, until falling silent under what I would assume is the gaze of a terrifying man.

“You two, what are you doing? Come over here now!” The voice barked; causing Beatrice and Christina to part, showing me to person the voice was coming from.

I try to sit up. I have a feeling the person attached to the voice would cause me more pain than my shoulder if I didn’t.

Struggling, the girls step aside as a tall, well built man walked over to us. Looking down at me, I make eye contact with his striking blue eyes. The blue looked almost unreal, but the look behind them brought me back to reality, as they looked ready to murder.

“Get up initiate.” He commands at me. Trying my hardest I make it to my knees, when his patience runs out. Grabbing me by my shoulder, I let out a scream I didn’t even know I had in me. He immediately releases me, leaving me on my knees.

Crouching down he inspects me shoulder, then without a word, snaps my shoulder back into place. My forehead hit the ground as I gasp in a breath, trying to breath through the pain.

“Stand up.” He commands at me again. This time I hold my shoulder and stand. Lifting my head I look him in the eyes once again, glad I haven’t cried yet.

He places his large hand on the middle of my back, and leads me to front of the pack. Standing next to a raised ledge. He begins to speak, while I stood by his side.

“Initiates, my name is Eric and I am a leader here at Dauntless. Behind me is the way in.” He gestures behind us to the giant black hole in a roof.

“Is there water at the bottom or something?” A tall Erudite boy speaks up.

“Maybe, maybe not.” Eric smirks, enjoying everyone’s discomfort. “Now, luckily for everyone there has already been a volunteer to jump first.” Everyone starts looking around at each other, wondering who is going to step up.

Eric turns towards me, a wicked glint in his eye. “Your up Amity.” He nods to the ledge. I don’t argue, I don’t speak, I just step up onto the ledge.

Looking down I don’t feel any fear, surprising even myself. Taking a step off I start falling. Despite the pain in my shoulder I start to smile. It feels so freeing to fall like this.


Landing on something that absorbs my impact, my smile is gone as my shoulder screams in protest. Staring at the sky above me, a noise makes me turn my head, seeing I’m on a giant net; suddenly it dips, and someone is pulling me off it.
Once my feet are on the ground I look up at the hands that pulled me off it.

“Name?” Tobias stares at me waiting for my answer. Shocked at seeing him, I don’t say anything. “Come on name? And choose wisely, you can’t change it after.” Looking at the ground I consider his question. I don’t want to be anyone new. I am still me, which will never change.  

“Rose.” I say strongly. Tobias’s head turns slightly, maybe he recognizes me.

“First jumper, Rose!” He shouts out, and cheers erupt around me, revealing people I never knew were there.

Beatrice comes down next. She changes her name to Tris, but  I am too busy staring at Tobias to care. Tris and Christina talk, while I am thinking of how I am going to talk to Tobias, when Eric jumps down, landing on the net. He rolls off himself, refusing help from Tobias, who barley offers any to begin with.

“Okay, new transfers go with four.” He points to Tobias. That must be his new name down here. I’ll have to remember that.

“Dauntless born your with Lauren.” Everyone starts to follow their leader when Eric wraps his hand around my right arm, holding me back. Four notices this and stops, turning to Eric with an annoyed look on his face.

“She is coming with me.” Eric says with no explanation as to why. Four looks like he is about to argue with him, and then decides against it.

Turning around everyone follows him once again, leaving me alone in the dark with the terrifying Dauntless leader.