writer funk

You know, it’s a funny thing about writers. Most people don’t stop to think of books being written by people much like themselves. They think that writers are all dead long ago–they don’t expect to meet them in the street or out shopping. They know their stories but not their names, and certainly not their faces. And most writers like it that way.

“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something was left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells… and then, when you look at the book again, many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book has preserved you like a pressed flower - both strange and familiar.”

— Cornelia Funke.

you remind me of uranus
(stay with me)
because the seventh planet from the sun symbolizes change
it represents freedom
it means “i evolve”
and darling,
you have gone through so much change
you are not the person you were when i first met you
but the person you are now
this is who you truly are
the real you
i feel like now
you are free
and like the planets who never stop turning
i hope you never stop evolving as well.
—  ♅ // @ghostheroes
(cc, 2017)

Au with  Yoongi who used to be the head gunman/ 2nd in command in a gang when he was a teen/in his twenties but leaves that life in his past when he meets Taehyung. It’s not supposed to come back and haunt him later as an adult but of course, karma is there to make sure all the people he’s murdered get their revenge.

Really Yoongi’s never told Taehyung about that part in his life. He met the younger when things were getting kind of hard, in a library of all places, and although he never expected to fall in love with the wide eyed boy, he knew he never wanted Taehyung involved. In Yoongi’s mind, the less Taehyung knew, the safer he would be.

Too bad gang life is not that easy.

The moment the leader of his gang finds out Yoongi’s gotten “distracted” by a new “fucktoy” he demands Yoongi bring Taehyung over to their base to “have fun”. Yoongi knows exactly what that means. Hell, everyone knows, the leader of the gang wants to fuck or even kill Taehyung to show Yoongi he can’t have nice things.  It leaves Yoongi to do something nearly insane.

He takes every cent he can from the gang and leaves Daegu with Taehyung.

The elder knows that life has finally caught up to him when he gets a call one day at work. He lifts the phone to his ear just to hear a panicking distressed Taehyung sobbing his heart out over the line. Yoongi feels his entire body run cold as he hears his husband say words he’s never ever wanted to hear.


One look to a picture frame on his work desk, one look at the little boy in the picture. Sanghyuk, their son who’s only three years old, Yoongi pulls a gun from one of the cabinets and knows it’s time “Suga” makes his return.

Yoongi also knows it’s time Taehyung knows the truth.

That's My Boy

I love your writing!! Could you write a Shawn imagine where he’s been ill all morning & day but he doesn’t want to let his fans down and cancel a show but he’s been getting worse all day & doesn’t think he can last through a whole show?? Maybe he gets really upset before the concert because he starts feeling really sick to his stomach & you think it’s partially nerves because he doesn’t want to ruin anything? Thanks!!

Oh my god I’ve been waiting for a request like this for such a long time! Anyway, I’m still trying to get out of the funk of writers block and get back on the saddle (god I sound like an old person) but, I hope you enjoy this one! ❤


‘Alright, looks like we’re almost set for Shawn’s concert tonight, everything looks great.’ Andrew sighed in content, giving me a high five. I admired Andrew on how proud he was of Shawn and how far he had come. It made me happy to see Shawn pulling off huge crowds like this.

'I seriously love this set up though. You guys always out do yourselves.’ I smiled, staring at the full circled moon that was hanging in the middle of the room.

'It’s all Shawn’s ideas, we just make it happen. Speaking of Shawn, where is he?’ Andrew asked, looking around.

'I let him sleep in a little longer, he seemed knackered last night after the concert. I’ll go get him, best me do it.’ I chuckled, remembering the last time someone else tried to do it, never seen the boy so angry in his life.

'I think that’s a good idea.’ Andrew chuckled, patting my back. I smiled again, before walking out of the venue towards the tour bus.

I noticed James walking towards me, smiling ear to ear. 'Hey Y/N, how you going today?’

'I’m alright, I have to go wake up his royal highness so wish me luck.’ I chuckled, looking back to the tour bus.

'Good luck, I’ll see you later.’ He smiled. I waved bye to him, finally reaching the tour bus. I opened the door, walking up the steps to see Shawn’s bunk curtain still closed.

I walked over slowly to him, pushing open his curtain quietly to see his sleeping face. I smiled at the sight, lifting my hand up to run my fingers through his soft curls. He moved a little, before slowly opening his eyes. He grabbed my hand, holding it in his whilst I rested my chin on his bed.

'Hey sunshine, you’ve got to get up now.’ I whispered.

'What’s the time?’ He asked, his voice sounding croaky. I frowned, a little worried. I know he had a morning voice, but something seemed off.

'It’s 11:00. I let you sleep in because you seemed tired from the night before.’ I answered, kissing our intwined hands. 'Don’t worry, Andrew said it was okay. Besides, I think James is rehearsing.’

'No, I-I gotta get up.’ I backed up a little, letting him get out of his bunk. He slowly rocked a little, leaning his back against the bunks.

'Shawn, are you alright?’ I asked, stepping forward. I placed my hands gently on his face, studying him. Something was definitely off.

'Yeah, I’m just tired that’s all.’ He gave me a half hearted smile, wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

'Are you sure? You look a little pale…’ I sighed, wrapping my own arms around him. He leaned down, kissing my forehead for reassurance.

'I promise I’m okay, really.’ I sighed, his stubbornness always powering over mine. Damn him.

'Alright, well take a shower and get freshened up. You’ve got a big night tonight.’ I smiled, pecking his lips. 'I’ll make you some tea and breaky if you want?’ I went to walk away, before Shawn pulled me in again, kissing my lips once more. I chuckled, feeling him pull away. I pushed him towards the bathroom, turning on the kettle.

I smiled, feeling lucky to be on this journey with Shawn, he was the most hard working musician I’d seen to date. He was always working, on stage and off, I’m still surprised he managed to graduate sometimes. I was absentmindedly scrolling through Twitter, looking at edits of Shawn and fans tagging me in posts when I heard a thud come from the bathroom.

I placed my phone down and ran to the bathroom. I knocked on the door, waiting to hear a response, hearing nothing.

'Shawn? Sweetheart? Are you okay?’ I asked hurriedly, hearing no response.

I opened the door, seeing him past out on the floor of the shower, steam filling up everywhere. 'Shit! Shawn!’ I exclaimed, opening the shower door and turning on the cold water. I didn’t care if my clothes got wet, but now I was seriously worried.

I flicked cold water on his face, seeing his eyes slowly drooping open. He looked up and around, trying to familiarise himself with his surroundings.

'Y/N? Wha-what happened?’ He asked. I switched off the water, moving his hair from his eyes, staring into his eyes.

'You must’ve passed out from the heat. Shawn, you don’t look well at all.’ I sighed, seeing his face pale.

'I’ll be okay, I promise.’ He mumbled, trying to stand up. I stopped him, kissing his forehead.

'Stop lying. Wait here, I’ll get you some clothes.’ I whispered, running out of the bathroom, straight to his suitcase, grabbing a shirt, hoodie, underwear and sweatpants. I walked back in, placing the clothes down and grabbing a towel, starting to dry him.

'Is this your way of turning me on?’ He joked whilst I dried the lower part of his body, I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him, smiling.

'You wish, Shawn Mendes.’ I replied. 'C'mon - help me, help you.’ I wrapped his arm over my shoulder, mine around his waist to help him up.

'Y/N, I can get changed on my own.’ He kissed my forehead, whilst i quickly put down the toilet seat, sitting him down on it.

'Hush up and put on your briefs.’ I threw him his underwear. He rolled his eyes, slipping them on with the rest of his clothes.

'Shawn, I don’t think you should perform tonight.’ I spoke up honestly. He looked at me like I had said the most offensive thing ever. I threw my hands up in defence. 'You passed out in the shower!’

'I’m just tired, alright? I’ll rehearse for a bit, sleep and I’ll be right. Just - please don’t tell Andrew or Geoff, I need you do this for me.’ He sighed, running his fingers through his still wet hair. I stood in front of him, placing my hands on face. He was burning up and I wanted him to lay and rest, but knowing him, he didn’t want to disappoint anyone, especially his fans.

'I hate it when you guilt trip me. I’ll shut up, but, if you’re not feeling well, tell me straight away. If you’re not better four hours before, I’m telling Andrew.’ I compromised, pecking his lips. I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him, feeling his strong arms wrap around me.

'I love you.’ He whispered in my ear. I felt the corners of my mouth lift up, making me smile.

'I love you too.’


It had been a few hours and Shawn had been rehearsing non stop. I had to force him to take a break, in which he took a nap in his dressing room for half an hour. He wasn’t getting any better, in fact, he was getting worse.

'Y/N!’ I peeked my head up from the front row, seeing Geoff on stage as he motioned me over, making my nerves worsen. I slowly made my way up the stage steps, standing in front of Geoff.

'What’s up?’ I asked.

'Is Shawn okay? He’s seemed off all day. Is there something I should know?’ He asked.

I shook my head, feeling guilty for lying to him. 'I’m not sure, he hasn’t really talked to me.’ I shrugged.

Geoff sighed. 'I’m really worried because he has meet & greet soon and I don’t want him to go out and do this if he isn’t well.’

I sighed, biting my lip to stop the truth coming out. 'You’ll have to talk to him, I doubt he’ll tell me anything.’

He nodded giving me a side hug before walking away. I sighed, looking out to the arena from the stage. This venue was soon going to be filled with fans, I just hope they’ll be able to see Shawn.


I don’t know how he did it, but Shawn managed to meet over 100 fans through meet and greet. He looked so ill it made me feel like crap looking at him. Fans asked him apparently if he was okay and he replied that he was.

He laid on the couch in his dressing room, his eyes closed. I sat on the floor next to him, laying my head on it to look at him. He looked peaceful but exhausted at the same time. I sighed, hearing a knock at the door. It opened to reveal James, frowning a little at the state of Shawn.

'Is he okay?’ He whispered, closing the door behind him.

I shook my head, staring back at my sleeping boyfriend. 'I promised not to say but he really wants to perform. He has the next two days off but, I feel bad for him that he pushes himself too hard.’ I whispered.

'What can we do?’

I shrugged. 'I don’t know. He isn’t better and I hate to say it, but, he won’t be able to perform.’

Shawn moved suddenly, waking up and staring at James and I. 'What’s up?’ He croaked out.

'Dude, you look horrible.’ James sighed, sitting in the other chair across from him.

'Thanks.’ Shawn replied, sarcasm evident in his voice. 'I’ll be fine though guys, please stop worrying.’

I closed my eyes and looked down at my lap, completely worried about him. I didn’t know how he was going to do this.


It was an hour or so in and James played a few extra songs to give Shawn some time to gain some strength to perform. I stood side of stage with him, helping him out his electric guitar on.

He sighed, looking at me. 'I want to do this, Y/N, please don’t be mad.’ He whispered, looking down at me.

I lifted my gaze up to look at him, no smile or nothing shown on my face. 'I’m not mad, Shawn. I’m worried.’

He moved his guitar around, hugging me tightly. 'I’ll be okay.’ He reassured.

'Are you reassuring me or yourself?’ I asked. Before Shawn could answer, Geoff called him over, telling him to get ready to go on.

Shawn sighed, before looking down, covering his face with his hands. I notice his shoulders shaking, hearing his quite sobs coming through.

'Where does it hurt?’ I asked.

'It hurts everywhere.’ He sobbed. Luckily the side of stage was dark so no one could see him.

'Where specifically?’ I asked, placing my hands on his biceps.

He pointed to his chest and throat. I knew exactly what it was, it was anxiety. He was feeling scared, which was understandable.

'Shawn, hey,’ I murmured, hugging him. 'If you can’t do this, don’t. But, if you want to fight through and give the best of your ability, do it. I support you with any decision you want.’ I removed his hand from his face, staring at his tear stricken face. I bent his head down, kissing his forehead. 'Do what you want, hun. I support you.’

He nodded, looking a little better, staring at the side of the stage, everything becoming dark, his intro to his concert starting.

'You’ve got this.’ I whispered in his ear, kissing his cheek, before he walked to the side of stage, his nerves slipping away with every step.

That’s my boy.

Ein Buch oder auch ein Film sind behütete Orte. Es lässt sich alles durchleben – in der tröstlichen Gewissheit, dass Schrecken und Angst, Trauer und Verzweiflung ein Ende haben werden.

A book or a film are sheltered places. They allow to live through everything – in the comforting certainty that horror, fear, grief and desperation will have an end.

Cornelia Funke (*1958), German writer

Fresh Start - Halloween

A/N: Part 15 of the Fresh Start series. This is a Mechanic!Dean x Single mom!Reader AU. This part has SMUT in it. It’s not overly descriptive, but I know there are some of you who don’t read it so if you don’t want to read it, you can skip this part. I will make a summary of this to put up with the next chapter so that you won’t miss anything. Also, I haven’t really written much smut before, so it might be awful. I’m sorry this took me so long to get out, but I’ve been in a writers funk lately. Once again I must thank my beta @thorne93, she’s been really patient with me. Hope you guys like it. As always, feedback is highly appreciated.

Characters: Dean x Reader, Balthazar, Beth (OC)

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (Not very descriptive)

Wordcount: 3206

*Not my GIF*

Originally posted by ijensenackles

The past two weeks had flown by in a hurry. The studio in your basement was finally finished and you had gotten the darkroom all set up, you looked forward to get it tested out, but you’d been so busy with other things that you hadn’t had the chance yet. You and Dean had gone on three amazing dates, two of them included your daughter, but that didn’t seem to put a damper on it for either of you. Beth and Dean got along great. Dean and Balthazar on the other hand. That was an entirely different question.

They had barely spent anytime together at all, but every time the two men were in the same room they butted heads. You had tried talking to them about it, but they both just shrugged it off. You wondered if Dean might find it weird that you shared a house with a man that you weren’t related to. There had never been anything remotely romantic between you and Beth’s uncle, but Dean was just getting to know the both of you so there was no way he could know that. You casually made a joke to Dean that Balthazar was the older brother you never wanted, in hopes that it might put him at ease a little.

Now it was Halloween weekend and Lexi had invited both you and Dean to a party at her new apartment. It was last minute since she barely had gotten the place ready in time so there was no time for costume shopping. You had dug through some old boxes and found a costume you had worn to a Halloween thing your first year of college. It was strange how you had had no problem wearing an outfit like that back then and how truly and utterly self conscious you felt in it now. It was an angel of death costume with a corset and a very short skirt, there was a set of small, black wings and a black furry halo sticking up from the grey wig. Your biggest problem was the shoes. You had forgotten just how high the high heel were on them. This was going to be a long and painful night, you thought to yourself just as there was a careful knock at your door.

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Bellarke + mermaids. Bellamy is a sailor. Clarke is a mermaid.

The mast cracks in half and topples over with a deafening boom. It tips the ship impossibly against the churning sea, and all Bellamy can do is brace himself as a thundering wave crashes down around him.

He’s swept off his feet and tossed onto the deck, and he watches a dozen unlucky souls get swept away when the bow dips forward a moment later. The sky is dark and stormy above, crackling with lightning, relentless and angry and fierce.

Octavia, he thinks, and Mom and please but there’s not much to pray for out here but to die quickly, and he can’t ask for that.

He grabs onto the rope tied fast around his middle and holds and holds.

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Can I just say how cool it is to see the hits and kudos my stuff has received in just 48 hours on AO3? Because it’s cool. Like, I got so fucking excited when y'all responded to my writing on here, but to go from no hits to 162 (Baby Fever) just makes me happy! 😄 Y'all truly fuel me when it comes to writing. Seeing all of this is helping me get out of my little funk. My writer’s block is slowly but surely disappearing so thank you for that you guys! Seriously thank you! 💋

Her Smile

A short NaLu drabble because my writers funk is back :’D


Pairings: NaLu, mentions of MiraXus 

Summary: Unable to sleep, Natsu goes to the deck for some fresh air only to see his blonde haired partner had the same problem.

Natsu groaned, slowly opening up his left eye. He tried to blink out the haze of sleep still lodged in there with a sigh. He couldn’t fathom what had happened today. Finding Makarov, fighting Ajeel, and Laxus coming to their rescue.


Natsu growled at his prior memories of Laxus saving him from Hades all those years ago. Natsu had left for a year to try to prevent others from saving him so instead he could save them. His thoughts settled down to what really mattered…

They were all together again.

All the Fairy Tail members were back together physically, but Natsu truly believed that they were never apart mentally. They’ve all been together since day one and he was sure as hell a little distance was going to break the irreplaceable bond they all shared.

The dragon slayer’s features softened at the thought of why all this was even possible, why they were all together again.


The one person he had missed the most on his journey. He missed her screaming at him for breaking into her apartment and stealing her food, the way she got annoyed with his actions but never went away… but more than anything, he missed her smile.

The smile he hasn’t seen since he departed.

Lucy has smiled to him since his return, but Natsu could tell they weren’t the cheerful ones she always use to give. No, these smiles were hidden behind a mask, the darkness that depression had made in her heart.

He hated that he was a cause of it.

He knew it wasn’t all his fault, but the fact that he was a mere fraction of her sorrow gnawed at his heart strings. He hated leaving, leaving her… but he had too. He had to deal with the grief of losing his father all over again. It had taken a heavy toll on his heart and Natsu knew Lucy had realized that. He just hopes one day Lucy forgives him for his actions, he doesn’t regret what he did…

Because it had to be done.

Natsu decided that he needed fresh air, that would make him feel better. He slowly got off the cot he was sleeping on, careful not to disturb Happy next to him.

He walked out the little area he was sleeping in, immediately feeling the cool night’s air on his skin. He scanned the area, eyes widening at the familiar figure who stood at the railings.

“Lucy?” He said her name in a whisper that carried to her ears. He watched as she twisted her head to face him, a small smile on her pink lips.


“What are you doing up?” He asked walking to stand beside her, leaning on the railing on the ship.

She shrugged her shoulders. “Couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“Same. Just have a lot on my mind.”

“That makes two of us.” She muttered, her eyes glancing up to the stars above. “Its crazy ya know? How all of this happened so fast.”

Natsu’s eyes lingered on Lucy, eyes studying her expression. She looked so calm, but he knew it was just a facade. “You got that right. Can you believe Laxus’s hair?”

He listened to Lucy’s laugh ring through his ears. “I bet you anything Mira probably cut his hair like that.”

The dragon slayer scoffed. “And why would Laxus let her do that?”

The blonde shrugged her shoulders. “Mira is a determined person after all. In all honesty, she probably just wanted to touch him to know he was there with her.”

Natsu scoffed. “Why the hell would Mira wanna do that?”

“She loves him.”

Natsu’s observed Lucy, trying to see if there was any hints that she was just joking around but he found no such signs. He was about to respond when Lucy beat him to it.

“She was away from the person she loves unconditionally for a year.” Lucy’s eyes averted from the stars to Natsu’s onyx orbs. “How do you think she felt?”

Natsu didn’t have to guess what Mira felt, he knows what she felt. He understood the void that could only be filled by that one precious person. Even though he had already been reunited with that said person and he was currently having a conversation with her… he couldn’t help but believe that void was still empty.

Because he had shattered their trust.

And he knew he did.

“I know how she feels.” Lucy’s words brought him back to reality. She pushed herself off the rail, not meeting his eyes due to the unshed tears in her eyes. “And… I can’t handle it if it ever happens again.”

With that, she walked back into the ship. Natsu watched her retreat, his features clearly showing his worry for his beloved blonde.

“If it means seeing you like this…” Natsu pushed himself off the rail as Lucy had done, deciding sleep would be best.

“I don’t think I can handle it either, Luce.”

I remember what he wrote
I remember what he wrote and how badly it hurt me to read that
I remember reading it at 9:31 and still crying about it at 10:52
I remember halfway through reading it how i could feel my heart drop and my body start to shake
I remember how even after reading that I still loved him with every inch of my body

I remember writing this at 10:50
I remember writing this and feeling so nauseous and sick because of what he wrote
I remember writing this when i told him i was going to bed an hour ago
I remember writing this and thinking ‘does he really love me?’

—  Isabel Funk
Dusty Books (Part 1)

Words: 1,355

Summary: Jacob tries to get the reader away from research by being a nuisance.

Warnings: Mild swearing, not much else. Little bit of fluff

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for your support of ‘Reckless’! It means so much to me. I hope this next one doesn’t disappoint. Our busy season is now over at work so I’m hoping that I can get out of the writer block funk I’ve been in this past week. And once again, if you have any prompts/ideas you would like to see, please send me a message! Enjoy!

Read Part 2 HERE

“Jacob! This isn’t funny, I need that!” you exclaimed, standing as tall as you could on your tiptoes, reaching for a book that was just out of your reach.

The young assassin had a massive grin on his face as he held the weathered and dusty book above his head, his other hand on your shoulder effectively keeping you from leaping up to grab it. The steady swaying motion of the train only made it more difficult for you to balance as you shoved your hands against his chest.

Jacob stumbled a few steps back, but successfully kept the book out of your reach, catching you as you lunged. “You’ve had your nose buried in this old thing all day.”

“Well, yes, I promised Evie I would help her with the Shroud,” you grit out, clenching your teeth as you jumped again.

A scoff passed Jacob’s lips roughly as he hid the book behind his back, moving swiftly out of your way. If the scowl on your face was anything to go by, he was in a lot of trouble when you managed to get a hold of him. It didn’t matter how many charming smiles he threw your way, he could be down right infuriating – and right now was one of those times. He didn’t take the Pieces of Eden seriously; he was a brawler, hands on with his approach to dealing with the Templars.

It drove you crazy.

“You need to get off this train. Let’s go to the pub,” he suggested, his hazel eyes gleaming.

“No, I have to finish this, Jacob,” you huffed, taking a step back.

“Oh, come on! Evie’s out with Greenie. We can go have a pint and be back before they even know we’re gone,” Jacob persisted.

You considered the thought, thinking of how lovely it would be to relax with the dashing young assassin. For the last several days you had been pouring over book after book, cramming as much information as you could into your head in hopes that it would click and you would be able to help Evie in her quest for the Shroud. It had gotten you absolutely nowhere, and you didn’t feel any closer to the answer.

No, you had to keep going. She had helped you, now you needed to help her. You sighed softly before shaking your head. “I can’t, Jacob. I promised.”

“You’re going to have to work for it then, love.”

Narrowing your eyes, you sized him up, watching every movement as he did the same for you. That stupid little mischievous grin was still plastered on his face; at any other point you might have melted, but you really had work to do.

After a few tense moments, you let your arms drop to your sides, turning away to walk back to the desk that was littered with papers. The sudden retreat seemed to pique Jacob’s interest, a frown quickly replacing the cocky smirk that had been there moments before. It wasn’t like you to just give up and walk away from him, even when you were at your angriest.

You felt Jacob approach you cautiously, his mouth opening to say something as the train car gave a sudden jolt. It was the opportunity you had been waiting for, wheeling around to lunge at the book that was now at a more reachable level. Jacob had barely any time to react, catching you as you both toppled onto the couch. The small grunt of surprise that sprang from his lips was extremely satisfying as you wrestled with him. You were never able to get the jump on him, even during your sparring matches. Despite his shoot-first-ask-questions-later mentality, he had an eye for detail and was incredibly good at predicting what you were going to do.

Now that the element of surprise was lost, you were left fighting to gain control using the angle you had fallen at. Jacob immediately dropped the book, one arm coming around your waist and the other coming up to grab a hold of your wrist. The momentum of your struggle sent the both of you onto the floor of the car, grappling now with each other as you desperately tried to get up.

His hot breath ghosted against your cheek as he used the bulk of his body to block you from reaching the book. In one swift motion he snatched it up, rolling onto his back victoriously as you cursed underneath your breath.

Your pride was on the line as much as the precious time you could have been using to continue your research. Everything with the Frye twins was difficult, and this was certainly no exception. Jacob didn’t seem to mind as he lay on his back in the middle of the car, the book back in his hands. His arm lay stretched above his head, his chest heaving as he regained his breath from your little tussle.

Your breath came in similarly ragged pants as you attempted to crawl over him, straining your reach until Jacob grabbed onto your jacket.

“Oh, you’re going to have to do better than that, love,” Jacob teased, that familiar grin slipping back across his lips.

Defeated, you stared at him for a brief moment before you let your forehead rest against his chest. He looked particularly proud of himself, though whether it was because he had won or because you were on top of him you weren’t sure. It was more than likely a combination of the two the way his eyes shone. If he had been any other man this might have been awkward position to be in, but your relationship had grown so rapidly in the little time you had known each other it didn’t matter.

So instead you opted to enjoy it as you listened to his heart beat even out underneath you. He didn’t seem terribly bothered by the closeness anyways.

“Fine, I give up,” you breathed, rolling off of him to stare at the ceiling of the car. “Let’s go to the pub.”

“Wonderful! I knew it was only a matter of time before you saw things my way,” he gloated, fixing his hat back on his head as he gave you a wink.

In one swift motion he jumped to his feet, pulling you up with him. Before you could even blink he dragged you to the back of the car and out onto the hitch connecting it to the next car. London was nothing but a blur as you steadied yourself against the movement of the train, the sun bleeding into the horizon. Soon enough the night would come alive with drunks, obnoxious songs, and bar scuffles, and you were going to be in the middle of it.

“Ladies first,” Jacob said, bringing you out of your thoughts with a nudge.

“Oh, please, by all means. I didn’t mean to be in your way,” you shot back, holding your hand out in front of you.

“How rude,” the young assassin replied with a touch of mock offense as he put his hand against his chest. “Does this mean you’ll buy me a drink?”

“I only buy drinks for pretty ladies,” you mocked back as you leaped off of the train, stumbling forward as your boots hit the tracks.

Jacob couldn’t help but stare for a moment, caught between admiration and disbelief. He had not meant to let himself become so fond of you. You were a comrade, a part of an Order he begrudgingly followed. Every little roll of your eyes, every argument, and every verbal jab only drew him in closer, and it made him anxious.

He cursed softly under his breath as he followed you. As he drew up alongside of you he made a mental note to take the blame for tonight’s little outing. No doubt Evie would be irritated if she came back and the both of you were gone, but for you he would take it - even if you would fight with him about it afterward.  

“She’s the only one who can stand up to Barry”

I see a lot of people talking about the fact Iris will be the only one to reach Barry. The writers have shown multiple times that Iris is Barry’s anchor. She’s going to be the one to put him back together. I really can’t wait to see this in season 2.

Btw, actual representation of westallen in season 2. Credit to whoever made this! It’s beautiful.