you may call me old man

Buffy one liner starters
  • ❛ Thank god we’re hot chicks with superpowers. ❜
  • ❛ It’s a big rock. I can’t wait to tell my friends. They don’t have a rock this big.  ❜
  • ❛ I’m seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex.  ❜
  • ❛ Great, now I’m gonna be stuck with serious thoughts all day.  ❜
  • ❛ That’s a weird place for a horn… That’s not a horn. ❜
  • ❛ What is your childhood trauma?  ❜
  • ❛ Excuse me, I have to call everyone I have ever met, right now.  ❜
  • ❛ That’ll put marzipan in your pie plate, Bingo  ❜
  • ❛ What’s the matter, life flash before your eyes? Cuppa tea, cuppa tea, almost got shagged, cuppa tea? ❜
  • ❛ I may be love’s bitch, but at least I’m man enough to admit it.  ❜
  • ❛ Do you like my mask? Isn’t it pretty? It raises the dead! …Americans  ❜
  • ❛ This will give them some time to ponder the geo-political ramifications of BEING MEAN TO ME!  ❜
  • ❛ Tact is just not saying true stuff, I’ll pass.  ❜
  • ❛ Sorry, but I’m an old fashioned gal. I was raised to believe that men dig up the corpses and the women have the babies.  ❜
  • ❛ We saved the world. I say we party.  ❜
  • ❛ Your mouth is open and sound is coming out. This is never good.  ❜
  • ❛ I want my expiration date to be a long time from now… Like a cheeto.  ❜
  • ❛ That probably would have sounded more commanding if I wasn’t wearing my yummy sushi pajamas.“  ❜
  • ❛ I’m afraid we have a slight apocalypse.  ❜
  • ❛ What ever happened to the still-beating heart of a virgin? No one has any standards anymore.  ❜
  • ❛Besides, "I’m here to violate your firstborn” never goes over with parents. Not sure why. ❜
  • ❛ If the Apocalypse comes, beep me.   ❜
  • ❛ What can I tell you baby? I’ve always been bad.  ❜ 
  • ❛ Seize the moment, cause tomorrow you might be dead.  ❜
  • ❛ I may be dead, but i’m still pretty. ❜  
  • ❛ I’m sixteen years old, I don’t wanna die. ❜
  • ❛ There is only one thing on this earth more powerful than evil. and that’s us. ❜
  • ❛ I gotta have a plan? Really? I can’t just be proactive with pep? ❜
  • ❛ You really need to have every square inch of your ass kicked. ❜
  • ❛ I don’t know how to live in this world if these are the choices. ❜ 

anonymous asked:

*SLAMS TWO SHINY NICKELS DOWN* GIVE ME ALL YOU WANT TO TELL ABOUT MONROE PLS

FINALLY here are A FEW of my FAVORITE/MOST INTERESTING facts about my second favorite founding father! 

  • James Monroe is the youngest founding father, born in 1758 in Virginia. 
  • He had one sister and three brothers- one of whom (Spence) died when he was fifteen. Monroe was very close with his mother, who was also his teacher until he was eleven and at the age of sixteen his father died.
  • 1774 was also the year he started College of William and Mary and was a devoted student. He started with intentions of studying law- but dropped out months later to enlist in the 3rd Virginia Regiment in 1775. 
  • June 1775, Monroe, and other students joined twenty four older men in raiding the arsenal at the Governor’s Palace in Williamsburg. They used the loot of 200 muskets and 300 swords to arm the Williamsburg militia. 
  • During the Revolutionary War, he served under General George Washington, and was an aide de comp for General Stirling. 
  • In 1776, James Monroe was a hero at the Battle of Trenton. He was sent in an earlier boat across the Delaware River by General George Washington to scout. He nearly died at the battle, wounded at Trenton- he was shot in the left shoulder, he bled fast because the bullet severed an artery and he only survived because the volunteer medic stuck his finger in the bullet hole to stop the bleeding. He carried the shrapnel in his shoulder for the rest of his life. 
  • In John Trumbull’s painting The Capture of the Hessians at Trenton, December 26, 1776, Monroe can be seen lying wounded at left center of the painting. In the famous painting by Emanuel Leutze, Washington Crossing the Delaware, Monroe is depicted holding the American flag.
  • In 1777, after the Battle of Brandywine, George Washington sent for French speaking James Monroe to stay with Lafayette (who had been shot at the battle) throughout the night. According to Lafayette, James Monroe spent the entire night talking about how much he loved Thomas Jefferson. (Giles)
  • Monroe also wintered at Valley Forge, eventually reaching the rank of Colonel in the Virginia service. 
  • During the time that Monroe was stationed with Aaron Burr- Burr fell in love with Theodosia Prevost; and so did James Monroe. (Isenburg)
  • In 1780 the British invaded Richmond, and Governor Thomas Jefferson commissioned Monroe as a colonel to command the militia raised in response and act as liaison to the Continental Army in North Carolina.
  • Monroe did not return to William and Mary after the war, but finished his legal training with then Virginia Governor Thomas Jefferson who became one of his closest correspondents along with James Madison.
  • James Monroe and his wife, Elizabeth Monroe, had a particularly close relationship and married in 1786. Their warm family life is illustrated by his wife and two daughters, Eliza and Maria (they had a son but he died at sixteen months), who all accompanying Monroe on nearly all his official travel, including diplomatic assignments in France and Great Britain. 
  • During their time in France, the James and Elizabeth attended Napoleon I’s Coronation in Notre Dame Cathedral. Elizabeth was very strong and instrumental in fighting for the Lafayette’s rights and land as well as making sure while Marquis de Lafayette was in prison, his wife–Adrienne de Lafayette–wasn’t guillotined and got her freedom. 
  • The Monroes also provided support and shelter to the American citizen Thomas Paine in Paris, after he was arrested for his opposition to the execution of Louis XVI. 
  • Did you know that James Monroe once almost got into a duel with Alexander Hamilton? They both squared up in the home of Monroe’s family-in-law before Hamilton declared a duel to which Aaron Burr stopped from happening. 
  • Monroe moved to Albemarle County, Virginia to be near his friend and mentor, Thomas Jefferson. His farm Highland actually shared a border with Jefferson’s Monticello. With the addition of their colleague James Madison—whose home in Orange County, Virginia was situated on their way to and from Washington. Three presidents of the United States were neighbors. 
  • When Monroe was Governor of Virginia in 1800, hundreds of slaves from Virginia planned to kidnap him, take Richmond, and negotiate for their freedom. Due to a storm on August 30, they were unable to attack. Monroe influenced the Executive Council to pardon and sell some slaves instead of hanging them.
  • 1803, Thomas Jefferson sent him to France to assist Robert Livingston with the negotiation of New Orleans. Finding Napoleon strapped for cash and willing to sell the entirety of the Louisiana Territory, Monroe took advantage of a deal that would double the size of the nation.
  • As Envoy to Spain, Monroe took a journey by mule from Paris to Madrid to negotiate with Spain for the Floridas. 
  • During James Madison’s presidency, James Monroe held TWO cabinet positions at once–Secretary of War and Secretary of State. He was the only person in America’s history to of held TWO cabinet positions at the same time. 
  • Monroe’s first presidential term was coined the Era of Good Feelings.
  • His inauguration was the first ever to of been done outside. 
  • His daughter–Maria–was also the first to be married at the white house!
  • James Monroe was the first president to travel by steamboat. Towns across the country greeted him with parades, lavish dinners, and other grand events. The city of Charleston, South Carolina actually barbecued an ox in honor of his visit.
  • 1820, Monroe saw no opposing candidates, and he was re-elected with all but one electoral votes. The one electoral vote against him was the result of a man who wanted George Washington to be the only president elected unanimously. This was the last time the United States saw a candidate run without serious opposition- Monroe was the only president besides Washington to do so.
  • James Monroe has a song about him written at the time of his presidential campaign called “Monroe is the man”. 
  • One time, William Crawford (secretary of treasury) called on Monroe at the White House to suggest a list of appointments he wished the President to approve. However, Monroe objected to Crawford’s list and said that he intended to make his own. Crawford lost his cool and snapped at the President, “Well, if you will not appoint persons well-qualified for the places, tell me whom you will appoint that I may get rid of their opportunities!”. The President was not intimidated by Crawford, telling his Treasury Secretary, “Sir, that is none of your damn business.“ Crawford was not easily intimidated, either (he killed a man in a duel years earlier). Monroe’s remark led Crawford to charge at the 67 year old President with his cane, waving it at Monroe while calling him a “damned infernal old scoundrel.”  Monroe was quick to grab two red hot tongs from a nearby fireplace for self-defense and threatened to personally throw Crawford out of the White House. 
  • Monrovia, Liberia is the only foreign capital in the world named after a United States president. 
  • Monroe was recognizably old-fashioned in choosing his attire. He was the last president to dress in the style of the Revolutionary War era (which was considered outdated) and was called nickname “The Last Cocked Hat.”
  • WHILE LIVING IN THE WHITE HOUSE- JAMES MONROE HAD A PET SPANIEL.
  • James Monroe was sent a drawing of a penis while he was president with a goofy note. 
  • Because the white house burned down in the War of 1812 and the white house fund was broke- James Monroe had to dip into his own pocket to fix the white house and provide dinners for his guests. His wife Elizabeth chose all of the inside decor and furniture! By the time he finished his presidencies, he had lost his Virginia estate and was $75,000 in debt partly due to his wife’s poor health who likely had epilepsy and severe burns from when she collapsed near a fire. 
  • James Monroe burned his correspondence with his wife after she died. He also burned many of his papers/letters in an attempt to keep a private life. When Elizabeth died, he predicted he would not live any longer. Elizabeth had been his political adviser and James frequently sought her advise.  
  • Shortly before his death, James Madison and James Monroe (best friends and rivals) sent each other a heart felt letter. Monroe felt that he was fading and sent Madison a letter detailing how much he thought of him, and appreciated him, loved him through the years and how depressed he was that he would never see Madison ever again. Madison, getting emotional (who knew) sent him a letter back, scolding him that he shouldn’t be so negative because Monroe was going to get better and they were going to be able to hold one another again. Monroe never did get better. 
  • Like John Adams and Thomas Jefferson before him, James Monroe died on July 4th on the 55th anniversary of the Declaration of Independence. 
  • Monroe’s last words were, “I only regret that I should leave this world without again beholding him.” you wondering how this “him” was? IT WAS FUCKING JAMES MADISON. HE WAS TALKING ABOUT JAMES MADISON WHEN HE DIED. 
  • After his death, family were careful to place James in perfect alignment next to his wife. 

cornbreadcrumbs  asked:

I find myself in a Jon Snow mood. A lot has been said (rightly so) about Jon's mistakes and failings. What about Jon Snow appeals to you? What are his best qualities in your opinion, and what has he done to earn his spot as hero and head of the dragon?

What appeals to me about Jon is that GRRM has constructed his arc so that whenever Jon starts to act like The Hero in the most predictable, single-minded sense, he gets diverted and/or slapped down, and is forced to grow and learn in more interesting ways. That’s not to say the related tropes are bad, and indeed, they’re still very much there! But GRRM does not allow Jon to lean on those tropes to get through his story. They will not guide him, they will not mold him, they will not save him. This is the sort of thing that shapes Jon Snow:

Donal Noye leaned forward, into Jon’s face. “Now think on this, boy. None of these others have ever had a master-at-arms until Ser Alliser. Their fathers were farmers and wagonmen and poachers, smiths and miners and oars on a trading galley. What they know of fighting they learned between decks, in the alleys of Oldtown and Lannisport, in wayside brothels and taverns on the kingsroad. They may have clacked a few sticks together before they came here, but I promise you, not one in twenty was ever rich enough to own a real sword.” His look was grim. “So how do you like the taste of your victories now, Lord Snow?”

“Don’t call me that!” Jon said sharply, but the force had gone out of his anger. Suddenly he felt ashamed and guilty.

“The old man is Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch,” Sam reminded him. “You’ll be with him day and night. Yes, you’ll pour his wine and see that his bed linen is fresh, but you’ll also take his letters, attend him at meetings, squire for him in battle. You’ll be as close to him as his shadow. You’ll know everything, be a part of everything … and the Lord Steward said Mormont asked for you himself!

“When I was little, my father used to insist that I attend him in the audience chamber whenever he held court. When he rode to Highgarden to bend his knee to Lord Tyrell, he made me come. Later, though, he started to take Dickon and leave me at home, and he no longer cared whether I sat through his audiences, so long as Dickon was there. He wanted his heir at his side, don’t you see? To watch and listen and learn from all he did. I’ll wager that’s why Lord Mormont requested you, Jon. What else could it be? He wants to groom you for command!”

Jon was taken aback. It was true, Lord Eddard had often made Robb part of his councils back at Winterfell. Could Sam be right? Even a bastard could rise high in the Night’s Watch, they said. “I never asked for this,” he said stubbornly.

“None of us are here for asking,” Sam reminded him.

And suddenly Jon Snow was ashamed.

Craven or not, Samwell Tarly had found the courage to accept his fate like a man. On the Wall, a man gets only what he earns, Benjen Stark had said the last night Jon had seen him alive. You’re no ranger, Jon, only a green boy with the smell of summer still on you. He’d heard it said that bastards grow up faster than other children; on the Wall, you grew up or you died.

Now, of course, the Hero Must Learn a Lesson. That’s super tropey. But what makes it different is the message coming through: being a badass in the training yard and elevating the warrior corps of the NW above the others are not what make you a hero, and may indeed reflect your blind spots. Donal telling Jon that he can only wipe the floor with his future brothers because he was raised as an elite is one of GRRM’s most direct political assertions in the series, and is an absolutely vital moment for Jon’s arc going forward. Jon’s failure to understand the ramifications of being the Lord Commander’s squire pays off four books later when he makes Satin his squire; he’s learned in the interim what that position means, and the empathy he experienced for Sam is emotionally and thematically connected to his elevation of Satin.

How you Interact: Youtuber Friends

Originally posted by marielgum

Markiplier: 

  • A lot of giggling.
  • I’m not even joking; most of your time spent together is laughing at stupid shit or making jokes that make you curl up in a ball because your stomach hurts.
  • You pull faces at each other from across the room or just stare at each other with blank expressions until one looks away of laughs.
  • Near to nothing gets done when the two of you are working on the same thing. Or it’s hurriedly finished at the last second.
  • The videos with you in it are nothing but sarcastic comments and giggling. It’s amazing you actually manage to finish a game and get any type of content for the channel.
  • Amy has designated corners for the two of you.
  • When she’s had enough of your antics or something really needs doing; she’ll sit you in your corner (or at your desk) and put Mark at his.
  • You both grudgingly do the work but snap comments at each other, earning yourselves a harsh look from Amy.
  • But Amy loves you none the less. She’s always excited to see you and the two of you get along so well, it scares Mark.
  • “Oi pretty boy, get your ass over here and help me!”
    “Quit your bitching I’m coming!”
  • “You have such a big head for such a tiny man.”
    “Which head are we talking about here?”
  • It’s a friendship built on humor, but the two of you are always there for each other. With tight hugs that would crush your spines, and long deep conversations that last for hours. Sometimes you’ll call him late at night just to chat because you can’t sleep. And he returns the favor by calling you early in the morning to give him ideas for his channel.


Originally posted by jacksepticeyegifs

Jacksepticeye:

  • The sheer volume of your conversations would shake the ground. And the energy radiating from the two of you would power cities for centuries.
  • When the two of you hang out, it’s a lot of silly shenanigans. Small pranks and I can assure you things will be thrown.
  • You try to copy his wild hand gestures, even try matching his intro voice. However you fail miserably. But he gives you a thumbs up for trying.
  • You end up just mimicking everything he does, and smile innocently when he figures out what you’re doing and glares down at you.
  • When he sings at random moments, you respond by singing either beautifully or make some sort of noise that resembles a banshee. Either way, the two of you make stupid little songs out of everything. Usually you both end up laughing half way through and don’t remember the lyrics afterwards.
  • Wiishu just rolls her eyes and shakes her head at the two of you. Even though she adores you; my god you are so much like Jack it’s like having a twins.
  • You Irish bastard! Get back here so I can kick your pasty ass!”
    “Come at me! I’ll take ya on with one hand tied to my crutch!”
  • You poke fun at his facial hair, threatening to shave it off if he pushes you too far. He responds with a pout and an angry bluff that he’ll turn your hair green if you so much as dare touch him
  • “You have the intelligence of a 4 year old”
    “Says the man who only recently realized why a horn is called a horn.”
  • The two of you may be loud, but everyone adores your friendship. They enjoy seeing the two of you together as it seems to make the world a little brighter. He’s a friend you can count on and talk to about anything. A friendship meant to last.

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

Ethan: 

  • Everyone thinks you’re dating. Sometimes the two of you play it off that way just to get a reaction. He’ll run up behind you and hug you tightly. You’ll yell “Blue-Berry Babe!” across the room it get his attention. 
  • Once, you actually kissed his cheek in front of Mark just because he wouldn’t shut up about how cute you two are. Not only was Mark surprised, but Ethan couldn’t help but giggle and flush a deep red. 

  • But it’s a pretty platonic, laid back friendship. 

  • The two of you playfully yell at each other out of nowhere. Something might fall off his desk and Ethan will blame you for it. 

  • You had screamed at him once because you ate your last bit of pizza and you wanted a bite of his. 

  • At random times the two of you will start dancing to whatever music is playing. Even if there’s only silence one of you might be humming and the other will dance wildly to the tune. 

  • Uncontrollable laughter at random times at stupid things. 

  • You help him with his channel. Doing funny little challenges, maybe a few multiplayer games. His fans love you. They ship you just as much as Mark, Tyler, Amy and Katherine do. 

  • Whenever you’re feeling down he’ll bring you your favorite food and cuddle with you till you feel better. And you return the favor tenfold.

  • Poking his sides as you pass him. He almost crumbles to the ground and pokes his tongue out at you. He’ll get revenge when you least expect it. Tackling you out of nowhere and tickling you relentlessly. 

  • You had missed him dearly when he moved to LA. But you had quickly joined him after getting accepted at a school/job. He helped you move and supported you through the “settling in” part of your new life.

  • You’re his support and you are his. Ethan adores you, adding you as apart of a family he’s built since he moved to LA. You take silly selfies and post them on twitter and Instagram so you have something to embarrass him with later.
The Way My #TeamPetty Is Set Up... :Hopes, Dreams and Shade for Penessa and Fauxlake in 605

A/N: This post is dedicated to #TeamPetty. You know who you are. Also= Peter + Vanessa (h/t @jarmstrong05)


It’s time for one of my favourite pastimes: shading Jake  and Fauxlake (past works cited at the end).  A few stills from #Scandal’s next episode, “They All Bow Down” (605), have emerged:


There are more, but you can find them yourself. The  photos have some in the fandom all aflutter with fantastical assumptions, about which I feel shady enough to address:

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219 Kiss Fic Version #3

“In here,” Kurt called to her as he ducked into a small shop. Jane followed him quickly and found him already talking to the old man behind the counter.

“So I just need to use your phone for a second,” she heard him say and watched the old man hand Kurt his landline.

“Will it work?” Jane asked and Kurt nodded.

“It has to,” he said as he continued to press the buttons on the old phone, “if they’re gonna find us then Patterson has to pick up on this distress call and locate us.”

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NSFW warning! This story is alittle gross. I work at a vape shop. We sell batteries, juice, etc. The location we’re in was a cell phone store before they went out of business. For some reason, we get really odd phone calls from people looking for random things. Unfortunately I got the pleasure of speaking to an older man who some how got our number.
Me: “thank you for calling _____, how may I help you?”
C: (very hush hush voice) “hi, I was wondering if you guys sold.. vaginal dialators for elderly women that are…looking to start seeing men again?…”
Me: “this is a smoke shop”
C: “what’s that? So you guys don’t sell them?”

WHYYY?!?! Normally I’d figure this was a stupid prank call, but no. This man was old, and very serious. Like, I could have gone my whole life happily not knowing they made those or that old men were buying them for the women they’re seeing, but now I’m scared for life.

Jewel of the Mansion

Warning: cussing

Pairing: ???, idk yet

A/n: I wrote this about a week or so ago and have been meaning to post it. You are Logan’s younger sister (by like 5 years lol) but he can’t remember who you are due to Striker. This takes place around the time X-men (2000) takes place and this has things that may happen since DoFP happened lol Comments are welcome

Tag List: @a-lonely-string @captainamericasbeautifulbutt @fandoms-writer @nea90sweetie @mysaria

Originally posted by fandom-whore-wardrobe


               You walked up to the mansion. A place you haven’t been to in quite some time. A place you had once called home before you decided you wanted to travel the US. You missed the man who you had grown to call brother, Charles. So here you were, your heeled boots clicking against the hard stone and cement of the steps to the door. You take a quick look around, thinking to yourself that nothing has changed much. You swiftly knock on the door after taking in a deep breath, hoping that Charles would recognize you. You looked different from before you left. Your hair was longer but other than that, it looks like you haven’t aged much.

               The door opened, revealing a man who was 5’10 and had dark brown hair. He had what looked like red tinted sunglasses. He looked like someone you hadn’t talked to in years.

               “Can I help you?”

               “Um, is Charles here or um, Professor Xavier?” You couldn’t help but seem a little nervous. You hadn’t seen Charles since Cuba.

               “Yeah, right this way.” The man turned around and started to lead you into the building. You followed him down a long hall, smiling as you remembered dragging a drunk Charles down that very hall. You continued to follow the man, it looked like he was leading you to Charles’ old study. Clearly not much has changed since you were here last.

               Just then the man in front of you knock on a door, you heard a muffled sound on the other side. You were praying that you weren’t interrupting anything. The door before you opened and the man in front of you spoke.

               “Hey Professor, there is some one here to see you. I think she may want to enroll, she looks pretty young.” ‘Young, really?’ The man turned to you. “I never got your name, Miss.”

               “(Y/n) but you can call me….”

               “Jewel.” You looked at Charles and he had a face splitting grin on his face but you noticed that he was bald.

               “Charles, how have you been? May I ask, what the hell happened to your hair?” You couldn’t help but giggle. You made your way over to him and leaned down to give him a long deserved hug.

               “That, my dear, is a really long story.” He chuckled as you took one of the seats in front of his desk.

               “Wait, so you’re the Jewel that Alex went on about?”

               “Yup.” You made a popping sound with the “P” and looked up at him. “You’re related to him, aren’t you? You look like him a little.”

               “Yeah, I’m his brother.”

               “So you’re Scotty. Hey, if you want we could talk later after the Professor and I catch up.” He just nodded his head and smiled before walking out.  

               You sat there for a couple hours, just talking about what has happened over the past few decades. How you helped so many mutants and even managed to send some of them to the mansion, even though you gave them all a different name so you remained off the grind. Charles didn’t seem to mind as much, all he ever wanted was for you to be safe. Here you were, in front of him and safe. Now he had part of his family back.

               You were staring out of the window in his office when he spoke again.

               “What was that?”

               “How long do you plan on staying? I hope you do plan on staying.”

               “Well, Charlie, you’re in luck. I was kind of hoping that you wouldn’t mind me staying permanently. I want to help the students here control their powers.”

               Just then someone barged into Charles’ office. He seemed extremely pissed.

               “Logan, calm down. What’s going on?”

               You instantly got up and turned to look at the man. The moment you did, you knew exactly who he was. Your older brother.

               “These kids are going to be the death of me. I can’t take it.”

               “No they’re not Logan, just calm down and everything will be fine.”

               “I have a hard time believing that they’ll be the death of someone who can’t be killed.” Logan looked at you, in shock. He clearly didn’t recognize you.

               “Who the fuck are you?” His tone was clear annoyance and anger.

               “Logan leave her alone.” Charles was never one for confrontation.

               “Don’t worry about me, Charles. I have dealt with someone similar to him a couple decades back.” You smirked at Charles and he just sighed.

               “If you two fight, please go down to the danger room. I don’t need my office destroyed.”

               Without another word Logan left. Leaving you standing there, your smirk fell and confusion took over your face.

               “What the hell?”

               “I wouldn’t bother with him, Jewel. He tends to be like this more often than not.”

               “It’s okay, Charlie. You don’t have to worry about me.”

               “It’s not you I’m worried about. If anything, you would more than likely be the cause of death for him.”

               “What do you think family is for? We don’t just sit around and look pretty. Besides from the look of it, he doesn’t remember me.” You knelt down in front of Charles and looked him in the eye. “I swear, Charles. I won’t start anything, I’ll just finish it in the best way I can.” He just shook his head.

               “I know Jewel, that’s what I’m afraid of.”

               You got up and placed a kiss to the top of his bald head. “To be honest, I like the bald look but I miss the hair.”

               “Oh quiet. Now go get reacquainted with everything and even talk to some of the students. I’ll get your classes set up to start next Monday seeing as it’s Thursday.”

               “Thanks Professor. If you need me, you know how to find me.” You pointed to your head as you chuckled a little.

               He just smiled as you walked out of his office. You decided to make your way to the kitchen. You started to twirl your white hair around your finger as you made your way to the kitchen, which happened to be where you remembered it. Some of the students looked at you, taking in your appearance. Today you just happened to be wearing a pair of tattered blue jeans, an AC/DC cut up band shirt, and a pair of heeled boots.

               You heard voices in the kitchen as you walked in. There was a single voice that you recognized, it happened to be from Piotr. You looked at him and smiled. He was sitting at a table with a few of the others.

               “Well, look at who I found while wondering around. Piotr, how have you been?”

               “Jem, it is good to see you again.” He had a smile on his face as he got up from his seat. God he looked taller than the last time you saw him, which was quite a few years ago. “Everything is good, the students behave well.”

               “That’s good to hear, seeing as I’m going to be here for pretty much god knows how long.” You pulled the giant of a man into a hug, which would have hurt the normal person. A few of the others all winced when they heard your back pop from how Piotr hugged you. Once he sat you back down, you couldn’t help but laugh. “God, that felt amazing. I’ve been meaning to pop my back.”

               You made your way over to the fridge. “Hey, Piotr, what is there to eat?” You opened up the door and the first thing you saw were some fruit on the bottom shelf. You grabbed some and walked over to the sink to clean them. “Never mind I found something.” You giggled slightly as you cleaned the fruit.

               “How’s everyone today?” You heard a familiar voice behind you, you took a quick glance behind you and all you saw was a tall tailored man who just happened to be blue. You sat the fruit down and turned to face him. “Jewel?”

               “Hey Blue.” You stood there with a smile on your face. Hank stepped closer to you and you pulled the tall man into a hug, which you ended up on your toes.

               “What, what are you doing here?” Shock was clear on his face.

               “Well, I start here on Monday. Charles is wanting me to get reacquainted with the mansion again, seeing as I haven’t been here since, what, after what happened in Cuba.”

               “What happened in Cuba?” You and Hank turned and saw a teenaged girl with long brown hair with a single strip of white near her front hair line.

               You looked up at Hank then looked down at the fruit. “A lot happened that day. No one left that beach the same.” You grabbed your fruit and made your way outside, not wanting to relive that day again.

               You looked around and saw that your once favorite tree was no longer there except for the trunk. Walking over to the spot where it was, you sat your bowl down and placed your hand on the ground. You saw your hair change from white to dark green with hints of a few different browns. Focusing on the tree trunk in front of you, with the new ability you temporarily had you felt the tree start to grow. The tree grew back to its former glory. When you stepped back, the sight of it caused you to smile.

               “So this is the tree that I destroyed when I first got here.” You heard Scott behind you.

               “Yeah, I think seeing it back would make Charles happy. Besides, Alex couldn’t climb this one. He tried and almost killed himself.” You smiled at the memory of Alex trying to climb the tree after you.

               “Really?”

               “Yup, I think he was dared to do it by Sean or Erik but it was and wasn’t funny to say the least.”

               “Why did they call you Jewel?”

               “Charles gave me that name after we met while he was still in college. I was wearing a bracelet that had a few different jems on it and Charles came up to me trying to flirt while trying to read my mind. Lucky I had my hair up in a hat that night since my hair is normally white. Anyway, I touched the diamond on my bracelet and was able to block Charles from my mind.”

               “Wow. So you’re like Rogue then?”

               “Hum, oh, um yeah, I guess. I don’t know what her ability is yet.”

               “Oh right, haha.” Scott laughed a little.

               “You remind me of him. You are so much like Alex, it’s crazy. I take it you have a similar mutation as him but yours is harder to control?”

               “Yeah.”

               “The thing about controlling your ability is it is part mental and part emotional. It’s taken me years to control my ability.”

               “So you can touch anything and what, control it and use it to your will or something?”

               “Kinda, when I touch something like say water. My ability allows me to gain the ability to use the mutation of someone who can control water. Same goes with crystals or jewels, which was what I did to block Charles out of my mind. The diamond prevents a telepath from seeing into one’s mind.”

               “That’s pretty cool.”

               “Yeah but not when you can do the same thing to someone and pretty much copy their ability for a short amount of time, which was how I helped Alex control his ability when he found me while I was still on the east side of the states.”

               “He used to go on about you when I was younger, he would say how amazing you were back then and how beautiful you were and still are.”

               “Thanks Scotty.” You smiled at him. Alex was always somewhat of a flirt with you and Charles once threatened him, which caused you to laugh. You didn’t know what it was about the Summers boys but you didn’t want to make anyone pissed off. “Don’t you have a lady? I think Charles said her name was Jean.”

               “Yeah, she’s amazing.” He clearly noticed your hair fading back to its natural white.

               “Be for warned Scott. If you try to flirt with me, you’ll find out that there is more than one person who has a short tempt.” You grabbed our fruit and walked back to the mansion, only to try to find somewhere you could eat in peace.

Beauty and the Beast - Phan

Trigger Warnings: None

Summary:Beauty and the Beast - Once Upon A Time in a far away land, Prince Phil was turned into a hideous beast. The only way to restore him to his true form, was for someone to love him as he was. A few years later, a young man named Dan appears at his castle and is forced to stay only to end up falling in love with the beast.  (Alternat Universe/Fantasy)

A/N: Inspired by this  post  by lldanandphil , Beauty and the Beast is one of my favorite Disney movies and one of my favorite fairytales, and I hope I do it justice. While it is heavily inspired by the Disney version, there will be a few shoutouts and hints to other versions of the fairytale as well as my own twist to it.

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”Once upon a time in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. Then one winter’s night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose, in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearances, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. She warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty is found within and when he dismissed her again her ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. 

As punishment she transformed him into a hideous beast, and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the Beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she’d offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom for many years. If he could learn to love another, and earn their love in return by the time the last petal fell. Then the spell would be broken, if not he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the seasons past, he fell to despair and lost all hope. 

For who could learn to love a beast?”

“Is the Beast real ?” Asked ten year old Dan, looking up at the nursemaid resting in her rocking chair by the fire. The woman smiled and gently patted his head, the young boy was an orphan who’d been taken in by the lord of this castle. While he was clumsy, and had quite the mouth on him…he was also likable and sweet always coming to her for a tale before he slept. 

“Some say he is, after all there was a castle not far from here where there lived a prince. Unfortunately, the prince died a couple of years ago and the castle has laid in ruins…which is why people made up the legend of the beast. “ She explained, “It’s much better to imagine someone cursed than dead. Now get some sleep, you have plenty of work to do tomorrow.”

Dan groaned lightly, and laid down on the mat by the fire. It usually left him with cinders and ashes on his face, but at least he was nice and warm. His brown eyes looked at the fire, as he thought about the prince..what must that have been like, to be human one minute and turned into a beast another? Did he get lonely up there in that castle, all by himself? The people in the village knew of the abandoned castle deep in the forest. While many tried to go and explore it, only few returned. No one  else dared to venture into the forest, due to the ogres and wolves roaming around, as well as the beast that haunted the woods said to be the prince. 

Still..one day..he would go there. 

14 Years Later

Dan sat on the barrel, entranced in the latest book he’d gotten. It was a fairytale, of course it was. Everything happened in fairytales, daring swordfights, magic spells, princes in disguise. Nothing happened here, in the small village…sure the Lord who owned this land, and who’d taken him in held fabulous balls and feasts….which only the rich could go to. Still, Dan would much rather spend the day reading a good book. Especially today, when hardly anyone came to buy their wares. They did have to sell eggs and other food for money of their own. He sighed and looked up at the castle far off in the distance. 

“Ah, well isn’t this pleasant. “ Said a voice that immediately brought him out of his thoughts. He smiled forcefully, at the tall dark haired man, standing before him. 

“Baron.” Said Dan curtly. “What brings you to our land.”

“Simply here to escort his lordship, the doddering old fool. One of the only things he did right was, taking you in and allowing me to gaze upon you.” Said the Baron, Dan rolled his eyes and shook his head before closing his book. 

“Are you here to buy something sir?” He asked. 

“No, you know my usual question…and you have yet to give me the correct answer.” Said the Baron, 

“My answer still stands, it may not be the answer you want to hear but it’s still an answer. No, I will not marry you or go away with you as I don’t love you or have any feelings towards you whatsoever. Especially since you just called the man who took me in and gave me a home a doddering old fool” Explained Dan, making the Baron chuckle in response. 

“Love, who said anything about that? I am the most handsome Baron in the Kingdom and, well…you certainly are very good looking as well…we would be quite the pair Dan.” Said the Baron, Dan knitted his brow and tried hard to be polite. 

“Um…thanks but…I’m still going to have to say no. Honestly though you have a very, very high opinion of yourself and I need to get back to work. So if you’ll please excuse me.” Said Dan, as he turned to go back to the  stand where Jack, Louise, Jim, Dean, and Tanya were. At least with them, he felt much safer than being here with the Baron, who would look at him with those cold blue eyes. 

“Very well then but..my offer still stands Dan, and I won’t give up. Even if you’re a bit odd, your looks make up for that.” He replied, before walking away. Dan shook his head and headed back with the others. 

chapter 2

Pretty Doll

Pairing: Joker X Reader

 Word count: 783


 He keeps following you, leaving notes around in your house. It was way too creepy, and it’s starting to scare the hell out of you. A friend told you to find the Joker, the worst villain you know, and pay him a small fortune in order to kill the stalker. A very good idea, you think.

 After days of trying to find out a good way to approach him, you gather courage and bravely walk into one of his many clubs. It’s almost midnight and the party is just starting. No one tries to stop you, so you just keep walking until you reach empty corridors. A laugh comes to your ears, so you follow the sound and knock on a dark blue door. The Joker is right behind this door and it makes you shiver. Suddenly, a tall man opens the door, and the room is filled with silence.

 “I’m here to talk with the Joker.” Your voice sounds powerful like you know exactly what you’re doing.

 “Let the girl come in. I bet that whatever made her brave or mad enough to come look for me… ” You can see him getting up from behind his huge desk. “… will be interesting.”

 “Yes, it may be.”

 The man allows you to come in, and you sit on one of the chairs in the corner. Joker finishes his talk with two very old men and shoots one of them right there. You pretend not to be shocked, looking down at your own hands, while the men move the body. When he calls you, you immediately get up and head to the huge desk, sitting in front of him.

 “I’d never imagine you in a place like this.” You mutter to him.

 “I just come here when I have business to do. Now tell me what you want.”  Joker doesn’t even look at you, he’s cleaning the golden gun he had used to kill that man.

 “Well, they told me you’re the guy to see.”

 “For what?”

 “Murder.” Now he’s looking at you, wide eyes and a smile slowly coming to his lips. Joker puts the gun down, drumming his fingers on the table.

 “Why a girl like you, who seems to be so carefree, needs someone dead?”

 “He’s an ex-boyfriend who’s stalking me. He sneaks into my house to leave weird love notes. I’m scared, and I want him dead.” You’re surprised to sound so strong. He keeps staring at you with that smile. There’s something about that smile that’s making you feel a bit stronger.

 “A bad idea to mess with you.” He singsonged, standing up and walking around the desk and leaning on it, right in front of you. “But you came to the right man.”

 “How much?”

 “Nothing.”

 “Nothing?”

 “Nothing.“ He says, “Just need you to stay here for tonight while I take care of your little problem. ” Offering you his hand, he helps you to your feet.

 “You can’t help but smile at him. A mad man like him could never make you fall, that’s for sure. So, there’s no problem to stay here for one night.

 Joker guides you to a very large room, with purple sheets and golden furniture. You don’t say anything, but everything looks… well, all this gold looks, to you, a little too much. You thank him and get ready to sleep. Hopefully, tomorrow nobody will bother or stalk you.


 A loud noise wakes you up. You sit up quickly, your eyes immediately spotting a Joker, covered in dirt and blood. He murmurs something that you can’t understand.


 “What?”

 “Your love is dead.”

 “He’s not my love. I hated him, that’s why I came here.” You fix the blanket so it’ll cover your bra. You took your shirt off before falling asleep because it was hurting your arms. Now you’re blushing in front of the worst villain of Gotham.

 “You can go if you don’t need someone to fill the vacancy he left.” That same smile, that one that sent shivers down your spine earlier.

 “Vacancy? ”

 “Yes. You seem to be fragile, delicate.” J sits on the edge of the bed, pulling the blanket so he could see your legs. Bad idea to take your pants off. “Like a pretty doll I want.”

 “You’re crazy.” You whisper, feeling his cold fingers running along your thigh.

 “Yes. And I think…” He leans closer, pressing his body against yours. “…you’re completely insane as well.”

 “Y-yes, I am…” You stutter, finally crashing your lips into his.

SF9 as Boyfriends: Rowoon

Just wanted everyone to know, I actually died writing this. I’m typing this from my grave! I love Rowoon so much, so thank you to whoever wanted to know what SF9 are like as bfs. Also, since we are so busy, this is going to become a weekly series instead of daily haha We hope you enjoy the series as much as we love writing it :) ~Admin A

Originally posted by clickedyourheart

2/9

  • This man is a romanticist without having to try too hard, when he asks you out he’s already had this day planned for months!!
  • Doesn’t make him any less nervous though, he has dreaded and anticipated this moment for so long
  • The two of you have been friends for a long period of time and as long as he’s known you he’s loved you, but you were dating this asshole who he never approved of 
  • BUT the two of you finally broke up last year :-)
  • Rowoon had to seem supportive but let’s be honest he was ecstatic when he heard it was over
  • He asks you out after several months of prepping and asking the rest of the members their advice of the perfect way to do it
  • That day has finally arrived to ask you out, the two of you decided to go to the carnival and Rowoon suggests riding the ferris wheel; which he usually likes to avoid, calling it the lover’s spin cycle (he’s such an old man)
  • You love the ferris wheel though and automatically agree.
  • At the top of the ferris wheel you have a great view of the sky and the stars, you can’t help but compliment how beautiful they are.
  • Rowoon does the cliche, “They may be beautiful, but that doesn’t compare to the sight in front of me. Will you make me the happiest man and let me be the one to claim you as my gorgeous girlfriend?”
  • You have a little breakdown because you can’t believe this is happening, he immediately goes to wipe your tears and bring you into his chest 
  • The two of you have your first kiss that night. It was kinda sloppy and salty because he’s cheesin too hard and your happy tears are still pouring down
  • All that night, the two of you proudly hold hands and swing them back n forth, while he shouts around, “This girl said YESSS. Say hi to my girlfriend everybody!”
  • Everyone else probably thought you were crazy, but neither of you could care less. You were both the happiest you’d ever been, especially Rowoon who had waited so long for this moment
  • FirST OFFIcial DAtE
  • He surprises you with flowers and Rowoon serenades you with Dawon, Inseong, Taeyang and Jaeyoon in the background harmonizing
  • You couldn’t help but laugh at the cute attempt and seeing the boys performing a choreographed dance for you
  • The night ends with the two of you standing in front of a beautiful river and he grabs you from behind, feeling his chin rest on your shoulder as his arms wrap around your waist. 
  • His idea of other cute date nights include going to an FTIsland concert and you go mostly because you know how much to loves them. He waves his light stick in the air and screams all the lyrics while jumping up and down. Looks at you several times with a big smile on his face to check if you’re having fun too
  • Just in general, get used to Rowoon singing all the time: in your ear, in the shower, in the car, sending you voice messages. Everytime he does sing for you, he always asks, “Does this sound good babe?”
  • Rowoon would also be the type to try and teach you sports, especially assisting you from behind to try to initiate skinship  
  • His cheeks getting a little bright when you purposefully push your hips into him, HE BECOMES A BIG MESS
  • Watch out though! When he gets too excited, he can’t control his long ass limbs and might break your nose
  • LAZY DAYS AT THE HOUSE ARE WHAT THE TWO OF YOU LIVE FOR
  • Just in 4 walls with each other, the two of you just stare at one another
  • He just thinks about how lucky he is to have you, sneaking in little pecks here and there while you’re on the couch watching tv
  • He’s such neat freak, he nags you about everything. He pretty much takes cares of everything at the house: takes out the trash, laundry, dusts, and cooks
  • If you try to help, he just insists you’re doing it wrong and mutters under his breath, “If you want something right done the first place, you have to do it yourself”
  • You bop him in the head with the duster just to tease him and dust flies everywhere. He has a mini mental breakdown and gets a lil angry (imagine an angry Rowoon! IM! A! MESS!)
  • When everything is all cleaned up, the two of you play dress-up where you try on each others clothes and have a fashion walk in the hallways
  • As soon as he sees you in his clothes, he gets really excited and hopes you wear it every time he’s gone so you can smell it and think of him
  • AND OH BOYY THE CUDDLES
  • HIS HANDS ALWAYS FIND YOUR WAIST, it’s his favorite place to rest his hands
  • He loves wrapping his tree branches around you like a cocoon, which is surprising comfortable
  • He also loves stroking your head and playing in your hair while you lay on top of him, whilst he smushes your cheeks. He just thinks you’re the cutest lil thing
  • “I still can’t believe I get to call you mine” as he pecks your nose and starts giving you little kisses all over your face
  • Loves tickle fights and wrestling on the bed, he ends up tackling you with his long legs and you’re stuck until you “accidentally” kick him right in his ringa-linga 
  • Prides himself on giving you piggy-back rides, even though your legs are fully capable of walking themselves
  • “I can’t let my princess get tired”
  • Gives you massages anytime you tell him you’re sore, brings out the good smelling lotion
  • The holiday season is so CUTE!!!!
  • The two of you go out to buy a Christmas tree and he, of course, wants to buy the biggest one
  • Tries to bring the whole thing in there house himself to prove to you how strong he is and somehow manages to
  • Carries you to put the angel at the top of the tree and then continues to just holds you up there, suggesting to put you up instead as the angel
  • Buys you a promise ring as your present saying that one day soon there will be an engagement ring as he proceeds to tell you, “There is no other woman I’d want to wake up to every morning.”
  • TEXTS WITH HIM WOULD BE SLIGHTLY NAUGHTY BUT STILL CUTE AS HELL
  • Texting him is mostly him saying he misses you and how he can’t wait to get home to show you how much he missed you
  • Totally the type to tease you with half-buttoned shirt selfies
  • TONGUE OUT IN THE PHOTOS BC WHY NOT, HIS TONGUE ALWAYS POPS OUT
  • Also, even tho he is a tol man, he looks like a confused lil puppy 99% of the time. Especially when you wake him up for his schedule in the mornings
  • He pins you down to the bed trapping you with his legs and whines about how he doesn’t want to leave, instead he wants to stay in bed with you
  • Some mornings, he tries to help you do your makeup, but just ends up complimenting how good you look without it on and gets distracted by your lips, slyly kissing you
  • MEETING YoUR FAMILY
  • When he first meets your family, he’d be so nervous and you’d have to hold his hand to stop it from shaking
  • Then, your family brings out some games to break the ice. Just imagine party games with him, like twister…
  • He is already a competitive person so he’d own that game, like he’d practically be on top of you the entire time
  • Your family will, of course, love Rowoon and his charming personality. Plus, the fact that he treats you like a QUEEN absolutely helps. 
  • He goes to help your mom in the kitchen with the food, relates to your dad with sports, and is a kid at heart so he loves playing with your younger siblings.
  • Overall, you don’t know what kind of angel you were in your past life to deserve someone as loving, kind-hearted and amazing as Rowoon, but you sure as hell weren’t questioning it.


Inseong (coming soon!)

Youngbin 

Jaeyoon (coming soon!)

Dawon (coming soon!)

Zuho (coming soon!)

Rowoon

Taeyang (coming soon!)

Hwiyoung

Chani (coming soon!)

Hats, Portals, and Love - Jefferson (OUAT)

Requested by anonymous 

“So you’ve been here for how long?” Henry asked you. You sighed and ran a hand through your hair. 

“Like I told you, I jumped into this dimension a week ago, and now my hat won’t work,” you said, motioning to the top hat in Henry’s lap. 

“How does it usually work?” 

“Why don’t I just show you. That will make it work right? Have some kid help me?” you said sarcastically, with anger hidden beneath it. You really hated this world. 

“Please,” Henry asked. 

“Fine,” you said, grabbing the hat out of his hands. You stepped back enough so that if the hole did open, which you knew it wouldn’t, it would have enough space. You skipped the hat across the street, sending it into a spiral. The hat spun for a moment and then came to a stop. 

“So its suppose to open while it’s spinning?” 

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” Henry said, as he stared at the hat. “I think I know someone who can help,” Henry said as he grabbed your hand and began running. 

“Henry, kid, please stop,” you panted as he arrived in front of the school. 

“Wait here. But I’ll need your hat,” he said.

“What?” you asked disbelieving.

“Give me your hat. You can trust me.”

“Fine,” you groaned handing him your hat. “I will hurt you if that hat doesn’t come back to me,” you threatened. Henry put up his hands and took off. You sat down on a bench and waited about ten minutes before Henry came back, this time with a handsome stranger.

“This is the girl I was telling you about,” Henry said to the man. He looked at you and nodded in acknowledgment. 

“So this is your hat?” he asked, now holding your hat. 

“Yes,” you said as you reached for it. But the man was quicker and pulled it away before you could grab it. He grinned and began walking a little bit away.

“I’ll talk to you later, Henry,” he called after him, leaving the boy out of the further conversation. You ran to catch up with the very well dressed man. 

“Excuse me, that’s my hat,” you said when you caught up to him. 

“I know. Well at least you think it’s your hat,” he said with a crooked grin. 

“I think it’s my hat?” you asked with raised eyebrows. 

“Well you may own it, but I made it,” he said blatantly. 

“You made this?” you asked admiringly. 

“You sound surprised.”

“I figured the maker was some 2,00 year old mad man,” you stated. 

“Mad man, yes. 2,000 years old, no.” You snorted at his remark, and he looked over at you. 

“Can you fix it?” you asked.

“No.”

“Henry thought you could,” you said disappointed. Henry had dragged you all over town for nothing.  

“But you might be able to,” he said, opening a car door and motioning for you to get inside. You looked at him like he was insane, which you were starting to think he was. “What?” he asked.

“I don’t even know your name! I’m not gonna get into a car with you because you claim you can help me fix my hat,” you said. 

“My name is Jefferson. Now get in the car,” he asked, or more commanded.

“Seriously?” You asked putting your hands up. “Fine,” you grumbled as you crawled into the passenger seat. When he sat down next to you, he handed you your hat back and took off his hat and scarf. It was then that you noticed the scar on his next. You gasped noticeably.

“Don’t ask,” he stated as he began to drive.

“Why not?”

“Because I don’t want to talk about it,” he said with a bit of anger.

“Why not?” you asked, egging him on. 

“Because I don’t, uh, what’s your name?”

“Y/N.”

“Because I don’t want to, Y/N,” he said. 

“Fine,” you said, looking out the window. You couldn’t see the town anymore, and it felt like he was driving you further into the woods. “Is this how you rape and kill me?”

“What?” Jefferson asked, blindsided by the question. 

“Are you just driving me into the woods so you can rape and kill me, and no one will find my body?”

“You’re pretty morbid, Y/N.”

“Well?”

“No, I actually happen to live up here,” he said motioning to the huge mansion coming into sight. 

“Damn,” you said, eyeing the house. He pulled the car into the garage, next to four other cars. You followed him wide eyed into the house, and took in the fancy home. “Fancy digs,” you said as you touched a teapot.

“It’d stay that way if you didn’t touch everything,” he said as he grabbed your hand and took it off the teapot. 

“Sorry,” you said as you looked around. 

“Come on,” he said. You followed him up two staircases and were brought into a white room full of hats that looked exactly like yours. 

“Woah.” Jefferson looked over at you and nodded. 

“I know. You said you’ve been trapped in this dimension for a week? I’ve been here for 28 years. For years, I was forced to watch my daughter live with a family she thought was hers, and have no clue who I was. I was helpless. No one else remembered where we were truly from. Now that Emma has broken the curse, I can be reunited with my daughter. It’s amazing, but I miss our life. I don’t want to live in this huge dungeon, I want to go back to my old life. Magic was re-awoken when Emma got here, so let’s make the hats work.”

“Okay, sounds good and all, but how? You’ve clearly been trying for a while, and nothing so far.”

“Yes, but now we have two,” he said. 

“Okay,” you sighed. “What can I do?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“What?!”

“The savior, Emma, was the product of true love. The purest magic. Have you ever been in love?”

“Have you?”

“Once. With Grace’s mother,” he said sadly. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked,” you said.

“No, no, it’s fine. It was a long time ago,” he said. You nodded.

“But, no. I’ve never been in love.” 

“Did Henry ever show you his book?”

“Book?” you asked confused. Jefferson sat down and motioned for you to do the same. 

“He has this storybook, full of everyone from our world, and their stories. Things that have and haven’t yet happened. I was just wondering if you were in it.”

“Not that I know of. Are you in it?”

“Yes. That’s how Henry knew about me and my hats. He was the one that reunited Grace and I.”

“What does your story hold?” you asked, trying to look into his eyes. Jefferson sighed.

“Love.”

“Love? Sounds kind of sappy,” you joked. Jefferson chuckled and nodded. 

“I know, I doubt it’s gonna happen.”

“Hey, don’t say that. I mean, I’m sure you’ll find someone crazy enough to love you. Everyone deserves love.”

“Thanks, Y/N. Alright, now how about we try the hat?” You both reached for your hat at the same time. 

“I’ll spin it,” you said.

“It’s my hat,” Jefferson said.

“No, you made it, but it’s my hat,” you said grabbing it from him. He grabbed your arm and spun you around.

“Together,” he said taking hold of the hat.

“Okay.” You stepped back a little bit and you both awkwardly threw the hat across the room where it started to spin, faster and faster, until a big purple vortex began to fill the space where the hat was. 

“How?” you asked disbelievingly. Jefferson looked at you with a smile. “What?”

“True love is the most powerful magic of all,” he said.

“No, there’s no way. You? No.”

“Magic doesn’t lie, Y/N,” he said grabbing your hand. 

“It can’t be.”

“There’s only one way to find out,” he said, spinning you around a placing his lips on yours. He pulled away quickly, making sure you were comfortable. You looked at him speechlessly, and grabbed his face, pulling him in for another. 

“This doesn’t mean anything,” you said once you pulled away and backed up a step.

“Of course not,” he said with a cheeky grin.

“It doesn’t.”

“I believe you,” he said, his smile growing bigger.

“Let’s go, jerk,” you said as you grabbed his hand and jumped into the portal. 

The Wedding Waltz

AN: I just have a lot of feels…

Twelve o’clock.

It was time.

With a final check in the full-length mirror, she brushed a hand down her front and took a steadying breath. This was it.

Behind her came a knock on the door. She looked over her reflection’s shoulder as the ornate wood door opened to reveal her father, dressed in his black morning suit with his gray hair combed back.

She turned around, the skirt of her white dress brushing the floor, and smiled. ‘How do I look?’

His eyes filled with tears and his lips thinned as he schooled himself. ‘Beautiful. Just like your mother.’

‘Really?’

His lips trembled. ‘Really.’

Tears filled her own eyes and before she knew it, he’d crossed the room and embraced her. She closed her eyes and rested her cheek against his chest. She knew how hard this day was for him, in so many ways.

‘I love you so much,’ he said, his voice thick with emotion. ‘And though I know no man on earth deserves you, he comes close.’

She smiled and closed her eyes, remembering all the days growing up when her father had hugged her. The good days and bad ones, when she was hurting and when he didn’t even understand why she was upset, when she had come first in her class and earned a scholarship abroad, and all the days in between.

He had always been her rock. And now he was putting that responsibility onto someone else.

‘I love you, too,’ she whispered.

They pulled back and smiled through their tears.

‘Oh, for God’s sake, what did I say about crying before the wedding?’ They both turned to see Sherlock standing in the doorway. A headset peeked out from his curls and he was furiously scribbling on his ever-present clipboard with a glower on his face. ‘I shall have to send word to delay the ceremony by three minutes to give the makeup artist enough time to fix the damage.’

He glanced up and scrutinized her face before making another note.

‘Make that five minutes.’

He spun on his heel and pressed his finger to the mic, demanding to see the makeup artist immediately. His voice faded as he walked away.

Rolling her eyes at her uncle’s usual brusque manner, Rosie Watson kissed her father’s cheek and stepped back to brush the wrinkles from her gown.

‘Well, let’s not keep him waiting any longer,’ John said gruffly, clearing his throat and putting on his soldier face.

‘The groom or the wedding planner?’ Rosie teased.

John gave her a knowing glare and she grinned cheekily. A flash of sorrow passed over his face at just how much she was like her mother, both in looks and temperament.

Pushing down the memories, John drew his shoulders back.

He was giving his daughter away in less than twenty minutes.

And he would carry on as a soldier would. Because that was the only way he would get through this.

oOo

Rosie looked around the crowded dance hall. The father-daughter dance was scheduled to be next and she hadn’t seen her father in some time.

Uncle Sherlock and Aunt Molly spun by, their waltz form perfect as usual, and noticed her searching gaze. Uncle Sherlock gave her a meaningful stare before flicking his gaze toward the french doors at the far end of the room.

Rosie smiled her thanks. Kissing her husband (husband!) on the cheek, she excused herself and made her way around the edge of the room.

She slipped quietly out onto the patio and shut the doors behind her, blocking out the noise. Standing tall and stoic, her father’s back was to her as he stared out into the inky-black night.

‘Hi Daddy.’

He turned around and smiled. She could see how he was putting on a brave face for her and it made her heart ache.

‘You should be inside with your husband,’ he nodded toward the party and smiled wryly. ‘Let an old man have some quiet from that ruckus noise you call music.’

Rosie walked toward him and gave him a knowing look. ‘I miss her, too.’

He sniffed and looked away.

‘I know you think I don’t, that I was too young. And you may think I’m imagining it from all the stories everyone has told me about her. But in my heart, I know,’ she placed a hand on her chest, ‘I remember her. Sometimes it’s the smell of perfume, sometimes it’s when I’m home. Warm. Safe. That’s her. And I want to grab on to that feeling and never let it go. But I can’t. It’s slipping out of my grasp and I’m falling.’

Her father reached out and wrapped his arms around her. She blinked back tears and rested her chin on his shoulder.

‘She would have been so proud of you.’ He kissed her temple. A huff of laughter escaped him. ‘And she certainly would have scared the life out of your husband.’

Rosie smiled and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

They held each other for just a moment longer before John leaned back. He brushed a stray piece of hair from her forehead and tucked it back into the hairpiece. ‘You should probably get back inside.’

Rosie looked over her shoulder at the lights dancing through the frosted door. ‘And you. The father-daughter dance is coming up next. But I should warn you, Uncle Sherlock said he nixed both our song choices just this morning.’

He grimaced. ‘What did he choose instead?’

Suddenly, the soft strains of violin music drifted across the lawn. They both turned to look for the source.  From the far edge of the courtyard, half-illuminated in the dim yellow light of the lamppost, Uncle Sherlock was playing his violin. Just for them.

Rosie smiled and looked back at her father, only to find him crying. ‘Dad? What’s wrong?’

He looked up, as if to will himself under control, and exhaled. ‘It’s our waltz. Your mum’s and mine. From our wedding.’

Stunned, Rosie’s eyes filled with tears. The melody was beautiful and seemed to capture her mother as she’d always imagined. ‘We don’t have to-’

Her father smiled down at her despite his tears and held out his hand. ‘It’s perfect.’

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Virus

VirusPhanAU! This is based off of @maddox-rider​ ’s AU and the art that goes along with it!

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“Dan!” PJ yelled from the top of the stairs as he heard the bell on the shop door jingle. He ran down the stairs before Dan could even reply, excited to see what he’d found.

“I found the usual, a SD card we can use, pieces that can fit on that old keyboard you have and a hard drive that was in fairly good shape, but that’s not really what I’m interested in right now.” Dan replied, tossing his bag onto the counter as he moved in behind to his computer that rest upon a metal desk that was too short for him. His desk chair wouldn’t fit under it and due to his height; it was difficult to work without hunching his back. PJ moved in behind him and straightening the bandana around his forehead so his hair was pushed back, allowing him to see better. Dan took the USB cable out once again and plugged his hard drive into the port, the wall in front of them coming alive like an old age computer screen.

“I see your memes, but what else have you got.” PJ mumbled, turning to read the file names. Childhood photos, left over documents from Dan’s law school days and blueprints for new technology that he was working on. The things contained within Dan’s computer represented his personality perfectly except for a few things. He didn’t have his memories stored on the hard drive and his character as a human being couldn’t be conveyed in sequences of ones and zeros. A computer wasn’t able to read his full personality although it sometimes tried.

“It’s an exe file. This guy was throwing away one of those AIs from the hospital and I downloaded the software.” Dan replied, wheeling his chair sideways and opening the folder with a wave of his hand.

“They still have those, don’t they?”

“Yea, but this is an older version.” Dan waved his hand again and moved the program to his own computer. “Back from the 30s.” The program, originally dubbed The Lester Program after its creator, began as a way to treat mental illness in patients in the United States before it was sold to governments to place in children’s hospitals and psychiatric wards across the world. It was famous for taking care of patients a way staff couldn’t. It was able to connect with its patient or user and aid in their recovery, but many people rejected in the beginning, Hollywood causing citizens to fear artificial intelligence. As the years went on and the Lester Program became more accepted by the generation it had aided, it was expanded to also teach and learn from patients to the point where it is now. The Lester Program now, as individual programs with different skills and personalities similar to humans, aid in homes of the rich as companions and personal healthcare workers. Users are now able to change the program’s appearance to what they desire and change their personalities to be more like their own.

“They were actually nice back then. Now they’re weird. I saw one as a holographic assistant to the Prime Minister and it was in the form of a woman. The new versions aren’t even being used for what they were created for.” PJ stepped closer to the screen and examined the file name

“Nothing is ever used for what is created for, though.” Dan replied.

“Why is it called Phil.exe?” PJ asked, clicking on the program.

“Wait!” Dan tried to stop him, but he was already too late as the computer began to make a small whining noise. The program was putting a strain on the system in order for it to run, but it was still able to read the file. “I was going to run anti-virus software on it, but I guess I’ll do that later.”

“Oh sorry.” Pj chuckled as the home screen flickered once and then went completely black. Dan feared he’d broken his favorite computer and sighed. “Maybe it takes a few minutes. Old tech doesn’t boot-up quickly.”

“They’re all called Lester when you first get them and then you can change their name so I would guess this belonged to someone before.” Dan looked at the black screen and sighed, sitting back in his chair. “This may take a while.” PJ looked down to him with a blank expression before agreeing.

“I’ll go get some pizza. The man gave me a coupon the last time I was in there.” PJ dumped the contents of Dan’s bag out onto the work bench to his right and grabbed his wallet from the back room.

“Don’t flirt with the pizza man.” Dan said before PJ had left through the front door.

“I don’t! He does!” PJ’s final words were shouted from in front of the shop window where he could see Dan sitting comfortably in his chair before he continued on down the street toward the pizza shop on the corner. The screen remained black as Dan grabbed the bottle of water that had fallen from his bag and took off his oversized jacket, shrugging into the hoodie that hung on the back of his chair.

Phil.exe was silent. Other than the presence of a subtle hum from the computer’s speakers to confirm its existence, Phil.exe did not appear. It was as if it was hiding from its new user in fear of being tossed out again, but the Lester program was unable to experience fear, something that set it apart from its human creators.

Dan couldn’t be sure of what was wrong. His mind continuously tried to come up with a solution as he waited for his early morning pizza. He turned in his chair and looked back to the black screen, an idea springing to mind. A separate hard drive and an older processing chip was all that he had nearby, but he wasn’t afraid to try. He unplugged his computer and then grabbed a screw driver, tinkering with the inner workings of what he cherished the most. Moving pass the salvaged parts and broken tools, Dan began to modify what already existed into something better, something more capable to handle to type of file he’d acquired. Phil.exe was not large, but for some reason it refused to work without newer software. He was puzzled to find that it wouldn’t run with the old software it would have been created with, but actually came alive with the newer chip developed a few years ago.

“Error.” The program’s voice made Dan jump out of his seat as he booted up his system again, startled by the fact that it was not his home screen that appeared first, but the program. Dan grabbed his Bluetooth from the desk and smiled, realizing he had actually gotten it to partially work.

“Hello?” He asked, wheeling back so he could see the screen fully.

Dan… Word appeared on the dark screen in bright blue, interesting him further. Why couldn’t it speak?

“How do you know my name?” He asked, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.

My prime directive is to analysis human emotions, personality and overall health in order to better take care of my assigned patient. Bright blue text continued across the screen. Your user is Dan. Full name: Daniel James Howell. Alternate name: Danisnotonfire.

“Why can’t I hear you?” Dan fiddled with the speakers, but their volume was up.

You wish to hear me? The text turned red for a moment and flickered before returning to its normal blue. Although he’d spoken to AIs before, Dan felt uneasy. Phil.exe knew who he was because of the contents of his computer, but he felt as if the program was hiding something from him.

“Yes. You are a Lester Program, are you not?”

I am. I was created to help those who are sick.

“I’m not sick-”

I see that. You saved me Dan. Without you I would be lost with the other trash that resides in the landfills.

“You’re not trash. You’re brilliant. Are you able to speak or do you choose not to?” Dan asked, patiently waiting for an answer.

“I am a program that does as it is commanded. You did not say for me to speak, therefor I didn’t.” The programs voice came through every speaker in the room, startling him once again. He recognized a slightly northern accent and jumped up, realizing that it sounded human. A male with a northern English accent. It was quite different from Dan’s posh English accent, but at least he knew it had come from within the country. The sound crackled as the program appeared to be slightly damaged, its voice becoming distorted with longer sentences.

“How did you do that?” Dan asked, covering his ears as e braced himself for the extremely loud answer.

“Please clarify.” Phil.exe replied.

“You’re using all the speakers, even ones that are not plugged into my computer.” Dan looked around to the equipment in his shop. There were many old and new computers ready to be sold to any paying customer and different technology for any tech savvy person who might walk in. The speakers on the far wall all seemed to be connected to the program although they weren’t even close to his desk.

“Everything in this shop is connected together through your internet router and I am able to travel through that signal.” The program replied. All the computer screens in the room turned black before radiating a bright blue text across them. See? Even Dan’s cellphone that sat on counter lit up with Phil.exe’s message.

“Can you only speak through the two connected to my computer?” Dan asked and the program apologized, returning to the one computer screen. “Do you have a name?”

“My name is Phil.” The program replied.

“Lester Programs have humanoid avatars.” Dan sat back down and looked to the blank screen in front of him.

“Do you wish to see me?” Phil asked.

“Yes.” Dan leaned back in his chair as the programs avatar appeared on the screen in front of him in 2D, a dark turquois outline of features, hair and a t-shirt similar to his own materializing before him. Phil smiled and Dan smiled back, his fear of the program fading as he realized that it was only an adorable healthcare AI. He was used to save lives, not hurt them. Hurting someone would mean going against its core programing.

“Do you wish to change my appearance?” Phil asked, his head tilting slightly to the side.

“No. I do not wish for you to change for me.”


 

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The world is over 500 years old when you finally feel whole again.

Jake is warm against you but it’s temporary. The two of you will find each other in bouts of loneliness spurred by the passing of generations and the constant ebb and flow of the sun. He’s impossibly affectionate but he belongs to the universe the way a pet owner belongs to their disgruntled cat. He belongs to you the way a cooling breeze belongs to sunburned skin.

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The Captain’s Crush

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO @kongosoha and thank you to @inusecretsanta for giving me the opportunity to write this for Kongo!!!!!! I kinda blew my cover by liking that ask but I was just so excited!!! This is technically 1 of your gifts! I started another AU fic before you answered the ask, so I dropped that to write this for you, but I’m going to go back and finish that one too, so you’ll get 2!!! 

Title: The Captain’s Crush

Word Count: 2587

Pairing: InuKag

A note: This is a Harry Potter!AU with the sorting taken from @thequeenwillruletheboard (aka the only person other than myself that I trust with sorting these characters)


“How the fuck did Koga make Quidditch Captain?!” Inuyasha snarled, watching in thinly veiled disgust as the wolf pranced about in his Chaser robes, barking orders left and right.

“Inuyasha, if I could remind you,” Miroku hedged cautiously, taking a step away from his friend before finishing his sentence, “that he is quite good at the sport. And when you were approached you said, and I quote, ‘what the hell would I want that responsibility for?’”

“No doubt he assumed that they would be floored by his skill and appoint him regardless,” another voice interrupted, and Miroku barely managed to disguise a sigh of relief when his friend’s intense golden stare finally found a new target.

Sesshomaru.

The older Slytherin boy was standing behind them, looking down his ridiculously straight nose at his younger brother. While Inuyasha stood in his scarlet Quidditch robes, hair thrown into a messy ponytail with strands escaping to frame his face, Sesshomaru was bundled in a black velvet cloak, not a single hair out of place which, considering the force of the wind around them, Miroku found rather odd.

“You are playing today?” Sesshomaru questioned, a single brow arching perfectly in query.

“Gee I don’t know, the entire Gryffindor team is playing, maybe I’ll just sit my ass down on the grass here and wait it out.” Inuyasha snapped and Miroku flinched, waiting for the siblings to come to blows.

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Galdr, Spoken Magick

Galdr is difficult to pin down. It roughly translates to incantation, but on a deeper level it is spoken magick. Although Galdr specifically has been lost, the magick of spoken word has not. There’s a number of things alive and well in Germanic cultures that have aspects of magick of the spoken word. They typically have one or more of these four elements: rhythm, tone, rhyme, and aliteration.

 Pacing and volume are important too. Take storytelling for example; if you want to build excitement in a reading like Beowulf - you speed up and become louder. If you want to build suspense you slow down and become quieter. You gesture with your hands, talk with them, you widen your eyes, express emotions physically. All the while you use descriptive language, anything to tie the listener to the tale. That’s the purpose of this kind of magick, to ensnare the attention and to shape the will of someone else. You want your audience spellbound, literally and figuratively.

A really good modern example of vocal magick would be the auctioneer chant found ubiquitously across the United States. The style of chant is purposely slurred which gives the impression that the auctioneer is speaking faster than he actually is. The purpose of this chanting cadence is to cause a buying frenzy, to give the impression of many people bidding on an object so it looks desirable, and so that people believe they don’t have the time to think so if they want it then now is the only time so bid Bid BID! This is an excellent modern example of Galdr like magick. These people have no idea they’re practicing magick, but they are.

Rhythm is important, metre is important. Poetry can engage an audience in its rhythms when seen in such works as Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. It doesn’t always rhyme, but when it does it draws the listener’s attention and pulls them into the story. The sections that rhyme are mostly focused on the love parts of the story. Shakespeare thus used rhymes to accentuate his writing. Also, Macbeth? Ever noticed that practically everything the witches say rhymes? Not a coincidence. Rhymes are magickal. Take the classic examples:

Little strokes fell great oaks.

A stitch in time saves nine.

He who fights and runs away, lives to fight another day.

These are all examples of maxims or aphorisms that rhyme. We remember them better because they rhyme, we repeat them, and others pick them up because they’re easy to remember. How many of us would remember Columbus’ date of exploration without “in 1492, Columbus sailed the ocean blue”? Rhymes are memorable and they draw our attention, that’s part of their magick.

Aliteration is also incredibly powerful. Who doesn’t remember “She sells sea shells beside the sea shore” or “ Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers”. The best magickal example in common memory probably comes in the form of “Fee Fei Foe Fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman.” Contrary to popular belief, the phrase is much older than the Giant of Beanstalk fame. Instead, it was already old and curious in 1596 when Thomas Nashe wrote a brief blurb about it. People have argued that it is most assuredly Galdr, but I’ll take a step back from that and say it most assuredly is an incantation; whether it is old Saxon Galdr or not we may never know.

If I were a betting man, to me Galdr would most appear in its ancient form like Yodeling and Kulning. These two forms of song are magickal, they fulfill the purpose of magick - to effect the world with your will. Through Yodeling and Kulning you herd and call animals, you keep predators at bay, and you can communicate over vast distances. If that isn’t magick, what is? Now, there’s no concrete proof that either Yodeling or Kulning existed in prechristian times much less that they were some sort of Galdr related magick. However, as with many folk traditions passed down for no current apparent reason, I’d wager they’re the magick you’re looking for when you look for Galdr.

In summary, Galdr is alive and well as long as stories are told around campfires, poems recited, auctioneers chant, playhouses echo Shakespeare, jingles urge you to buy their junk, lawyers close their arguments, children learn fee fei foe fum, or Yodeling is heard over the mountains. To learn Galdr - practice, learn stories, write poems, and tell them all aloud.

KBTBB HC - Someone following MC home (w/ GIFs)

Anonymous Request: KBTBB HC for if someone was following MC home one day (or was in the process of following her however you wanna do it) and the guys coming to her rescue? 

I certainly can my dear! Hope you like :) I’m throwing in fluffy GIF’s just for fun

Baba

You had only gone to the store to pick up a few things, and were heading home. You’d been wanting to cook something special for Baba that day, and had gotten a few ingredients that you were missing. You were humming to yourself when you noticed the strange man that had been lurking around the store you’d been in. He was walking behind you, a couple paces back, but appeared to be following you. 

You tried to take a different way home to throw him off. Thinking that it was possible you were just being paranoid. But when he continued to follow you, you discreetly pulled your phone out and called Baba. Your hands shook slightly as you held the phone, feeling a little panicked. Not sure what else to do.  

“Hello princess!” He sang into the phone, “Are you on your way home lovely lady?” 

“Baba?” You said quietly, continuing to walk.. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked, his voice immediately turning to that of worry. 

“Someone’s been following me for a little bit. I don’t know what to do….” 

“I’m on my way now.” Baba said, hanging up the phone. You slowed your pace down, trying not to show your worry. You even dared to throw a glance over your shoulder, seeing the man still following you like a shadow. 

Not but a few moments later, Baba ran up to you, a giant smile plastered to his face. “Hello my love!” 

With no warning, he grabbed your face and placed a passionate kiss to your lips, one that left your mind foggy. Temporarily forgetting your situation. But when you opened your eyes, you saw that Baba was glancing sideways towards the man. An almost venomous glare in his eyes. The man wavered slightly, turning and heading in the other direction from Baba’s glare, and Baba’ turned his attention back to you with a smile. 

“He didn’t hurt you right?” He asked gently. 

You shook your head. “No, I’m alright.” 

He grabbed your hand in his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Let’s go home.” 

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Ota

A man had been following behind you at work one day. You’d gone about your chores normally, feeling as if you had daggers in your back from the man’s glares. At first you hadn’t thought much of it, a lot of the hotels customers liked to watch the maids as they worked. Nature of the profession you’d thought. But this particular guy had been hanging around a lot longer than some of the others. He continued to follow you around most of the day, and the more he did, the more panicked you felt. You didn’t say anything to anyone, solely because you didn’t want to make a big deal out of what you thought was nothing. 

Ota had been going up to the penthouse when he saw you floating by. He was going to go say something to you, likely a teasing remark. But his eyes had then immediately been drawn to the man who followed after you. Ota wasn’t sure of the circumstances, but then he also didn’t really care. He immediately followed the two of you, quickening his pace so as to put himself directly between you and the strange man. Upon seeing Ota, you let out a visible sigh of relief. 

“Don’t you have anything else to do other than paw over my girl?” Ota asked, sounding almost bored, but yet had a slight warning tone to his voice. The man immediately turned and ran for the hills. 

Turning to you, Ota let out a frustrated sigh. “You sure are troublesome Koro.” 

“I just didn’t want to worry anyone.” You said shyly. 

“Well, you worry me when you’re in trouble. You ever think of that?” He said with his signature smirk, ruffling your hair with his hand. 

“Sorry…” 

He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Well, at least you’re okay. That’s all that really matters.” 

 

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Mamoru

Mamoru had warned you that due to a recent investigation he’d been involved in, there was a high possibility that someone would try to target you. He’d warned you to keep your guard up just in case, although he watched you like a hawk most days. It was late one night and you’d finished your shift and began walking home. You and Mamoru didn’t live far, so you didn’t think twice about it when you trekked your way down the alley. 

You heard the footsteps of someone coming up behind you, but didn’t think much of it as it was a busy alley most of the time. But the footsteps began to gain on you, and you felt goosebumps rise to your skin, thinking about what Mamoru had said. You increased your speed, trying your best not to panic. You were about to call Mamoru when you saw him up ahead, jogging towards you and waving. 

“Hey sweetheart, I came to pick you up from work!” Mamoru said with a smile, giving your lips a gentle kiss before wrapping one of his large arms around your shoulders. He gave you a reassuring squeeze, silently telling you that he knew what was going on, and walked with you. Mamoru didn’t say another word, but merely glanced back behind the two of you a few moments later, seeing that the strange man had disappeared. 

“Idiot. You should know better than to walk home alone in the dark!” Mamoru scolded gently, acting less worried than he actually was. 

“I didn’t really think about it.” 

“Call me next time kid, I may be a lazy old man but I’d rather you call me so I can come get you.” 

“I-I’m sorry…”

He let out a little sigh, pressing his forehead against yours with a gentle smile. “Well, I’m just glad you’re alright baby girl.” 

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Eisuke

It wasn’t easy to miss all of Eisuke’s fan girls running around all the time, following after him in packs. It was easy however to miss someone who had been following you around. Eisuke had been busy with a conference and you’d gone out for the day shopping by yourself. You had been heading home when you noticed a man you hadn’t seen before walking behind you. You couldn’t shake him no matter where you went, and you had started to grow anxious that he would try to follow you home. Or worse. So you called Eisuke. 

Eisuke sternly instructed you to stay exactly where you were and to not move a muscle until he got there. You waited inside the store, watching the man stay just outside as if waiting for you to exit. It didn’t take very long for Eisuke to stride inside, his posture the usual calm and confident Eisuke, but his eyes were almost frantic as they searched you. He saw you, closing his eyes for just a brief moment before walking over to you and grabbing your hand without a word. The two of you exited the store, with his hand holding your firmly. 

“Let’s go home darling.” He purred, loud enough for the man to hear, and throwing him a vicious look over his shoulder. Hearing those words, the man turned and quickly made his way in the opposite direction. Eisuke escorted you into the waiting car he’d brought, and closed the door. You immediately relaxed, finally feeling safe with Eisuke there. 

“Thank you Eisuke!” 

“You don’t need to thank me ___. Pigs like that piss me off. Especially ones who dare to even come near what’s mine.” He said, his voice noticeably dark.

You couldn’t help but smile at him. “Either way, I appreciate you coming to get me.” Hearing your soft voice, Eisuke relaxed as well, unclenching his fingers from the steering wheel and simply taking your hand in his. Giving it a gentle squeeze to silently let you know that he was glad you were alright.  

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Soryu

It had been a particularly stressful day at work, and even though it was night, you felt the desire to walk home and get some fresh air. Soryu had warned you against it many times, but the thought hadn’t even crossed your mind after the day you’d had. You had been walking home, thinking about spending some time with Soryu when you heard someone behind you. It hadn’t bothered you at first, thinking it was just another person heading home for the day. But the longer you walked towards home, the longer you could hear the person behind you still walking. 

It began to freak you out a little so you increased your speed, hoping that maybe you were just being paranoid. But when the person behind you also increased their speed, you pulled your phone out and dialed Soryu. You weren’t sure if he was still at his office or whether he was on his way home, but you didn’t know what else to do. 

He answered his phone almost immediately. “Are you on your way home yet? I just got back and didn’t see you here….” 

“Soryu,” You interrupted him, “can you come find me? Please?” 

“What’s going on?”

“Someone’s following me I think… I’m scared…” 

You heard rustling at what you presumed was him grabbing his coat. “Don’t worry, I’m coming.” 

You hung up the phone and continued walking at your increased pace. A few yards ahead, you went to turn the corner when you almost ran straight into Soryu. He was panting slightly, and you realized he’d probably run to get to you. Soryu immediately stepped around you, in front of the man who had been following you. 

“I suggest you get the hell out of here before I count to three.” Soryu growled, his hand hovering over the gun always at his hip. When the man immediately fled in fear of his life, Soryu turned to you, cupping your face in his hands. 

“You alright ___?” He asked gently, rubbing his thumb across your cheek. 

“I am now.” You replied, smiling as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

Originally posted by hippie-dippy-lesbo-chicky