you seem rather pleased about it

EXO’s Reaction to You Sitting on Their Lap in Public to Tease Them

Xiumin:

At first Xiumin would think nothing of you sitting on his lap, enjoying the skinship. However, when he felt you subtly moving against his crotch he’d freeze, his eyes growing cold. “Jagi..you don’t want to do that,” he’d say, his voice breaking as you pushed harder against him.

Chen:

Chen wouldn’t know what to do with himself, looking everywhere but you and avoiding eye contact with onlookers. He’d gently try to push you as far away from his crotch as possible, and would only giggle nervously when you refused to be moved. “Please don’t do this,” he’d say quietly, sweat forming on his brow.

Baekhyun:

Usually the one teasing rather than being teased, initially Baek would be at a loss at what to do. He’d stare in the distance as you pressed yourself against him, acting casually while you did it. He’d bite his lip and inhale deeply, before leaning in to whisper into your ear: “You’re going to regret this.” 

Chanyeol:

Surprisingly enough, Chanyeol would seem very calm and collected about your teasing…until you noticed his nervous smile. He’d frequently try to slide you off his lap, which would only result in you jostling around on him. Within a few minutes you’d notice something pressing up against you and you’d smirk, knowing you had him right where you wanted him.

Lay:

At first Lay would find your sudden skinship adorable, enjoying being so close to you. However, he soon realized that you had different intentions all together. He’d freeze, his eyes staring straight ahead as you subtly rubbed against him. He wouldn’t say anything, but when you got home you’d be in for some punishment.

D.O:

Poor D.O would be beside himself when it came to any form of public teasing, and this was no exception. You were going to get off him relatively quickly, however he held you back for several minutes, forcing you to stay on him. He’d later confess it was because he had a boner and you were the only thing concealing it.

Suho:

Rather than being aroused, Suho would be more annoyed at you trying to start something while in public. He’d give you a disapproving look, gently pushing you off his lap and shaking his head slightly. Once you were in private he’d lecture you about how being aroused in public was not ideal for him.

Kai:

Though Kai’s a bit of a tease, he’d never physically touch you when in public as was surprised when you went so far as to plop yourself on his lap. “Jagi? What are you—no,” he’d cut himself off when he felt you press yourself against his crotch. He’d shake his head, his cheeks reddening slightly, as he moved you off of his lap and quickly crossed his legs.

Sehun:

Sehun wouldn’t mind your teasing, and would enjoy seeing this side of you. “Ooh, jagiya~ Want to play?” he’d smirk when you began rubbing yourself against him. He would fight back, rubbing his growing bulge against you and murmuring how aroused he was. He’d make sure you stayed on his lap until his erection died down, promising to punish you later.

The Lady of Calormen

Peter Pevensie x Reader

Requested by: Anonymous

A/N: This was a fun one to write! I got a bit carried away though lol


He knew the others weren’t a fan of this plan. Peter wasn’t so hot on it himself, but there was no other way to seal their alliance with the Calormen.

“Peter, I don’t see why one our Archenland allies couldn’t be the one to seal the treaty. Why do you have to marry her?” Edmund demanded.

His brother sighed.

“Because Ed, it’s my duty as High King. That, and… I wasn’t going to let them force you into anything you clearly didn’t want.”

“Yes, but–”

“Enough about it. What’s done is done.”

Edmund was clearly dissatisfied, but he didn’t protest it any further.

“When is she arriving?”

“This afternoon.”

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Baby Daddy: Birth

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson


(NOT MY PICTURE)

N/A - this is scene is so magic I just had to have it on this imagine, even though it’s not a gif. I’m sorry it took so long to be out, as I said, I was sick. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. :)

*Requested

Imagine: You and Klaus are chilling and talking at a large bed when you suddenly goes into labour. 

Word Count: 2817

Resting in a huge soft mattress, you thought about no one bothered to let you know how hard being pregnant was. The fact you had a little person growing inside of you was weird. Oh, if only that was it… The baby kicked, twisted and danced a lot, making a whole party in your uterus. Every. Single. Day. And Klaus, who should be helping and regretting for putting you through this, would only laugh, saying it was cute. Also, that she had his impulsive genes. God, you hoped he was wrong!

“Oh no, baby.” You whispered, feeling it move. “I know it’s tight in there, but try to stay still.”

“Are you in pain, love?”

“Huh? Nah, I’m fine. A little bit uncomfortable, though.”

“It’s almost over.” He sat straight in the bed and stroke your belly, which made you smile. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s daddy.”

The baby girl kicked, almost as if she recognised who was talking to her. Klaus let a genuine grin slip under the response of his daughter and your heart warmed up at the sight. It was wonderful to see him as his true version. No anger, no resentment, not anything, just the man you have come to love very much.

“Y/N? Are you in there?”

You giggled, stretching your arm to touch the wrinkle formed between his eyebrows from the frowning. Klaus grasped your wrist, carefully, then placed a kiss on the soft skin, making you shudder. Yes, it did not matter that you were nine months pregnant, the man still managed to soak up your panties.

“Not fair, Niklaus…”

“I miss you so much…” He hummed against your forehead. “Your silky moans when I go down on you. Or the mewls whenever a kiss you right here.”

Klaus leant in, nuzzling on your neck and letting your scent intoxicate him. The reaction came pretty quickly to you, for it made you clutch a lock of his hair and pull it as hard as you could. He groaned, tightening the grip on your shoulders. After a lot of teasing, the blond man finally kissed you. His plump and warm lips connected to yours in a perfect match.

“Hum, allowed to make a fun fact?” Your voice was merely a whisper, while you stared deep into his blue eyes.

“Go ahead.”

“I know an effective method to help start the labouring process.”

“Like actually help you get that baby out sooner?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Share it, then!” 

You laughed.

“We need to have sex. Lots of it.”

"W-What?” He stuttered, surprised. “Sex helps?”

“It does.”

“So let’s get that started.”

The Mikaelson attacked your lips once more, only this time more wildly and lewd. You smirked between kisses, grasping the collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. However, before you could go any further, a sharp pain invaded your body, which lead you to stop everything.

“What is it, love?”

“Don’t freak out, OK?”

“I can’t promise anything when you say it like that… Come on, Y/N, tell me what is going on!”

“Alright.” You clenched your jaw, enduring the second contraction. “The baby is coming.”

“Huh? Are you sure?”

“Yes. Pretty sure.”

“What do I do?” Klaus looked lost and you felt sorry for him. 

“I don’t know!” You cried, feeling the pain crawling up your body again. “Go off to find Davina, she might have herbs or any knowledge that could help.”

“I won’t leave you alone.”

“Please, Klaus! I don’t think I can withstand this much pain.” Your voice was now barely a whisper. “Get Davina. For me.”

“Alright. But Rebekah and Elijah will be with you while I get the witch. Stay still.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best.” You retorted, sarcastic. 

Like you could actually move from where you were under such a unbearable pain. It was utterly awful, something like being torn apart from the insides. Again, a scream slipped, which made you realise that keeping it together was no longer an option. Heck, you needed your brothers so much… Damon would make the whole situation lighter, whilst Stefan could give you support. You sighed, hating the idea of them not being around. 

“OK, screw this. I’m calling them.” You reached your cell, which was lying on the nightstand and dialled the Salvatore mansion’s number. 

Hello?

Urgh, hi, brother. I’m sorry I’ve been so… Ah! Absent lately.”

You sound tired.

“I am. That’s exactly why I called you.”

Because you’re tired?”

You giggled and shook your head.

“No, I called because your niece decided that today is the day she comes to meet this world. Oh, for God’s sake this hurts!”

What?!” His voice sounded like he was shocked. “You’re having the baby right now?”

“Sort of.” You shrugged and Klaus returned to the room, bringing two of his siblings with him. “Can you come?”

Yes, of course I can. I’ll be there in five.

He hung up and you were left alone with your new found family, which were incredibly silent. 

The Mikaelson siblings soon shook it off, splitting and begginning to work on making you comfortable. Rebekah sat by your side, cleaning your forehead with a warm white cloth, while Elijah brought some clean sheets and a towel, probably for the baby. Klaus, on the other hand, kept looking at you with desaprovement infused on his eyes. There was no doubt that he was acting like that because of the call. Your boyfriend developed a huge resentment towards Damon and Stefan and it did not matter what you said on the subject, the man would not cave in.  

“OK, do not give me that look. Get me my witch and don’t worry about my siblings.”

“You shouldn’t have called them here!" 

"Niklaus Mikaelson, I’m giving birth to your daughter. It’s no time to be fighting, alright?”

“She’s right, Nik. We need as much help as we can get." 

He huffed and crossed his arms. 

"This is not over.”

“I really don’t care, Klaus.” You sighed. “Just help me, OK? We can discuss everything later. After she’s born and safe.”

Since the Mikaelson could not bear the sight of you hurting, he agreed to your terms and left to find Davina. A second later, another set of labouring cramps came and, heck, you were so going to need drugs. 


[A couple of hours later]

“Bekah, this hurts!” You whimpered, screwing your eyes shut. 

“Oh, darling. I know it does.”

The blonde stroke your forehead, which by now was all covered in sweat. 

“Thanks for being here." 

Your mere whisper made the girl smile. Poor Rebekah. She was doing everything she could to make you comfortable, yet, as the time passed, the ache only grew worse. And nothing in that goddamned house was able ease what you were feeling. 

"Elijah, please, call out brother." 

"He doesn’t seem to be getting the calls at all.”

“She needs him, don’t you see?”

“I can watch out for her.” Stefan said, stepping out the couch near the big window. “I’m used to that by now, since she’s my sister.

Oh, yes. He had arrived a little after your boyfriend left, offering his support and helping hand. Yet, despite all of the good intentions the Salvatore had, he was definitely not allowed to come close. Doomed to observe you from a cold furniture. It was rather sad. However, there was not much you could do about it. 

“Oh, dear Stefan. I’m not sure my brother would appreciate if we allow you to do that.”

“And we certainly don’t care.” A sassy voice echoed, coming from the door. “Now, if you excuse me, I have to take my baby sister away from you guys.”

“Damon?”

“Thank me later, sis.”

“Are you crazy?” Elijah questioned, eyes widened. “We are not letting you get Y/N away from here. Otherwise…”

“… Klaus will go oh so pyschotic and destroy the whole town? Yeah, I know. Save it. I’ll take her to Bonnie, she has some witchy stuff that will help.”

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Teenage Feysand Pt. 2

So, I was going to wait to post this later, but it all came to me at once, and I just couldn’t wait. Thank you all for the positive feedback for this fic. I’m so grateful that y’all liked it. I’m most definitely going to write part 3 now, so stay tuned. 

Feyre made it her own personal goal to torture me with wanting any time we were together. She always stood too far away to touch but not far enough for me to get away from that intoxicating scent of hers.

One afternoon, we had a camp meeting with all the Illyrians in training. My brothers and I were standing in the back of the room, trying to stay away from the attention of Lord Devlon. He wouldn’t touch me, but he would make an example of my brothers if one of us got out of line. I made to give Cassian a pointed look to keep quiet while the camp leader spoke. He merely gazed back at me and shrugged. That’s when I noticed the golden-brown head making its way through the gathered crowd to come stand at my side. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed Feyre’s attire. She was in full Illyrian fighting leathers in all their skin-tight glory. Fingers snapped in my face rather impatiently a moment later.

“Honestly, Rhys, I’m beginning to find your staring uncomfortable,” Feyre said and turned back to the meeting taking place. I noticed the slow blush that crept up her neck to her cheeks though and decided that I particularly liked how she looked when she was flustered.

So, naturally, I leaned into her, making sure to brush my lips over the shell of her ear, as I whispered, “Well, Feyre, I can’t help but stare when you look absolutely irresistible.” Her cheeks reddened further at my remark, but I simply turned back to Devlon barking something about our inability to keep our barracks clean. I could feel Feyre’s eyes on me, but I didn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing how badly I wanted to kiss her at that moment. I was doing an excellent job of pretending she didn’t exist until I felt a finger brush down the inside of my left wing.

I shuttered at the touch, but gritted my teeth. Feyre was not Illyrian, but she knew how sensitive Illyrian wings were, which was exactly why she knew where to touch to drive me crazy. She ran another finger down the membranous inside of my wing, and I lost it. In an instant, I had her by the hand and was dragging her out the door of the meeting hall with a look back at Cassian to cover for me if they came looking. My brother just gave me a smirk and whispered something to Azriel that had them both laughing under their breath.


When we were in the safety of the forest, far enough that any sound wouldn’t cause alarm, I finally let go of Feyre’s hand and turned to face her.

“What the fuck was that?” I asked through gritted teeth, fighting the urge to shove her against a tree and take her like she was mine. Feyre flinched at my tone and looked mortifyingly apologetic.

“Rhys, I-I’m sorry. I thought you-Oh my god I’m such an idiot,” she said and turned away from me, wrapping her arms around herself. I instantly felt terrible at the crack in her voice and made to grab her arm, but she flinched away from my touch.

“Hey…Feyre. Feyre, please look at me,” I said earnestly. She turned her head slightly, allowing me to gaze into her eyes. “I’m not angry with you. It just caught me off guard. Please talk to me,” I pleaded.

She finally turned to me fully but remained silent. I realized she was thinking of a way to get out of this, so I said suddenly, “Tell me what you’re thinking, and I’ll tell you what I’m thinking.”

She didn’t seem thrilled about this idea, but she gave me a small smile and said, “I’m thinking that you’re rather adorable when you’re all horny and frustrated. I’m thinking that your reputation with females should scare me away, but I can’t seem to stay away from the pretty son of the High Lord…”

“You think I’m pretty?” I said with a grin. She punched my arm at that and glared at me, “I think you’re a pompous ass.” My grin widened, and I took a bold step closer to her, making her take a cautious step back towards the tree behind her.

I halted my advances when she looked up at me expectantly, waiting to hear my thoughts. I looked down at her, and my smile turned softer as I took in her features.

“I’m thinking…” I said slowly, taking a strand of her hair and twirling it around my finger, “I’m thinking that I’ve never been this obsessed with getting a female’s attention before. I’m thinking that I might die if you reject me again. I’m thinking that you are so damn beautiful that sometimes I can’t control myself around you, and if that makes me a pompous ass then I apologize, but I cannot stay away from you, Feyre. And I don’t know why, but it scares the hell out of me.”

She looked up into my face then and smiled. Not the same small smiles that she normally gave me, but a broad grin so beautiful it took the breath right out of me.

“Kiss me, Rhys,” she said, fisting the front of my loose cotton shirt in her small hands. I did. I leaned in slowly and kissed her with the gentleness that she deserved. I let the kiss be slow until she initiated anything else, but I almost lost it when her hands slid into my hair, and she tugged. I groaned against her mouth and pushed her back against the tree. Her small gasp at the impact sent chills down my spine, and I quickly claimed her mouth again. This time she was the one to groan, and I nearly passed out as she bit down on my lower lip and her tongue asked for entrance.

I gladly obliged her, and our tongues began fighting for the chance to explore. I let hers win, and another shiver went down my spine as she explored my mouth. I felt like I was on fire, like this might be how I was going to die, against this tree with Feyre’s mouth on mine. Before I could reach for the hem of her shirt, before I could explore her body, a throat cleared behind us.

Shit,” I muttered and turned to find my mother standing behind us.

“RHYSAND ADAM!” my mother exclaimed as she grabbed the collar of my shirt and tugged me away from Feyre, “You know I am an understanding mother, but a little warning would be nice before you go off with your girlfriend. I’ve been looking for you for the entire afternoon. Oh, hello Feyre, you’re looking lovely.” Feyre blushed further and gave my mother a short wave.

I threw an apologetic look at Feyre and turned back to my mother, “Mom…I told Cas and Az to tell you where I was. I’m sorry.”

She looked unsatisfied with my answer, but she suddenly turned to Feyre, who was looking everywhere but at my mother’s warm face. “Darling, don’t look so mortified. If only you knew what Rhysand’s father and I have been caught doing in this very fore-”

“MOTHER PLEASE,” I screamed in horror. She merely laughed and made her way back towards the camp. About a hundred yards away, she turned back to us and said with a small smile, “Rhysand, I expect you to bring Feyre to dinner. Of course, if that’s alright with you, Feyre.” Feyre nodded, and my mother, satisfied, continued her walk back to the camp.

When she was out of sight and ear shot, I walked back to Feyre and took her hands in mine, “I apologize for my mother. She’s a gentle creature, but she is a meddling little thing.” A fond smile came to my lips at the thought of my mother. Feyre merely brushed back a stray strand of my too-long hair from my forehead and smiled, “I guess I’d better go get dressed for family dinner then.”

She ducked under my arm and started walking back the way my mother had exited. I stood there admiring the swing of her hips in her fighting leathers until she turned back to me and said, “Are you coming with me or not?”

I realized then that I would go anywhere if it was with her. I ran to join her, a smile playing at my lips at the realization that had come to me. “What are you smiling about?” she asked with a wary look in my direction. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and said, “Oh, nothing you need to be concerned with.” She didn’t seem entirely convinced, but she just wrapped her arm around my waist, and we walked like that back to the camp where family dinner awaited us. I sent a silent prayer to the Cauldron for my family not to fuck this up.

anonymous asked:

"We're a practically a family now. Deal with it." with the avengers (can steve please say it). Thanks😊

If there was one thing you sometimes found annoying about the avengers it was the fact that you seemed to always have everyone come to you to sort out disputes. You don’t know why, but you just want some proper sleep for once rather than to be woken up at a ridiculous hour by Clint complaining about something Tony did and Sam complaining about something Natasha did. 

“Steve can you please sort this lot out for me…I can’t handle anymore stupid disputes.” You gestured over to the group who were bickering in the living area, before looking over at Steve. 

“But you’re practically the mum!”

“What? The mum?”

“I’m the dad of the group and you’re the mum. We’re a practically a family now. Deal with it.“ You couldn’t help but smile at that because it was very much the truth. The avengers were a big, dysfunctional family and it was nice to be apart of that

anonymous asked:

I apologize for sending this twice if you recieved/answered it already. But given that Sammy didn't seem to care about cartoons much, how does he and Bendy get along in your AU?

Sammy gets his Job done and Bendy appreciates that. That being said, early on they probably don’t really get along. Sammy would probably be rather appalled by their existence. Joey did all this kinda in secret and Sammy was suspicious from the start. So when it actually happened, Sammy wasn’t very pleased. It’s kinda like “THAT was what this whole ink machine contraption was for!? I had to deal with the department flooding for the past few months just so you could bring your OC to life through DEMONIC RITUAL ARE YOU KIDDING ME JOEY.”

BTS: Sex with Jimin

My first writing and it had to be something nswf :^) no shame at all Soo i had really fun writing this and i’d be really happy about reviews and other stuff. oh AND PLEASE REQUEST SOMETHING I’M BORED AND WANT TO WRITE.
Thank you!
——————————————————– Jimin

•Total Switch like picK A SIDE HUN
•Either really cute and whimpering or fucking you into the mattress and groaning
•Has a rly good stamina bcs dancing
•Powerful hip thrusts (i’m dead)
•When he’s in dom mood he’ll be rough but not too much he would want to hurt you… well not too much
•He would do light bondage and maybe even spanking but not more
•Seems rather sensual so even when he is in dom mood there would be this romantic undertone.
•Overstimulation is totally his kink
•Sub Jimin is my favorite Jimin
•Alooot of begging from his side
•Probably has a mommy kink
•While he wouldn’t want to overstep the boundaries when he’s dom with you, he’d totally want you to wreck him over when he’s sub (but only if you’re comfortable with it)
•Imagine him seeing you in lingerie for the first time and blushing like an idiot
•Becomes louder and louder when the orgasm is near
•When he orgasms his whole body shakes and shivers while he is just moaning your name rly loud (more like scream tbh)
•Cums on your chest when giving a blowjob but if not then he’d love to cum inside of you
•Rly tired afterwards but would still help you clean up and ask if he was too rough or if you enjoyed it
•Would hold you in his arms while sleeping and sheepishly smile

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“Worries” Part 2

Word Count: 1,116

Daryl Dixon x Reader

This is part two of “Worries”, which you can read HERE

Summary: When Negan takes Daryl in as prisoner, he has more than a few words about Daryl’s relationship with you.

Warnings: A lot of Swearing (lol Negan is in this what do you expect)

Thanks for requesting a second part, anon! :)


We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

That song, playing on repeat, was driving Daryl insane. The only thing he could think about was getting out of that cell, escaping, and seeing you again. But of course, that seemed impossible since he was locked away, being forced to listen to the same song over and over again, eating dog food sandwiches.

“Get up.” Dwight opened the door, sunlight streaming into the once pitch dark cell. Daryl winced his eyes at the sudden change of light, but didn’t move to get up.

“I said get the fuck up, now. Negan wants to see you.” Dwight says again, and when Daryl doesn’t move, he grabs Daryl by the arm and forces him to walk down the hallway.

“Aha, exactly who I wanted to see.” Negan turned around from speaking to one of his many wives. Daryl grunts in response, and Dwight lets go of his arm.

“We gotta have a little chat.” Negan sets his drink down. “It’s about your precious little whore, Y/N.”

Daryl’s attention is fully on Negan once he mentions your name, even if it’s in a bad way. He hadn’t heard anything about you since the night of the lineup. He didn’t even know if you were alive, or if you were okay. All he could seem to do (besides plan escaping) was worry about you.

“Dwight, ladies, you mind giving us a little goddamn privacy? Fuck, I don’t get any respect around here.” Negan sighs, setting Lucille down on the table. They all hurry to leave the room, making Negan smirk in response. He loves being listened to, being in control.

“So, Daryl.”

“What?” Daryl manages to make out, his voice a little dry from not doing anything but crying and yelling for the past few days.

“Every time I am in Alexandria, all I get is dirty looks from that girl of yours. Let me tell you- that is not fucking cool, but damn is she a babe!” Negan laughs. Daryl gives him a dirty look, not liking that Negan was blatantly hitting on you. He’s very protective of you, and he hates when anyone even looks at you in a way that’s not friendly. But he knows better than to say anything to Negan.

“That ass, mhm, that’s a sight to see. I bet that pussy is great, too.” Negan taunts Daryl, and seeing by the look on his face, its working.

“She’s real lonely without you there. I offered to make her one of my wives, keep her company all day, fuck her brains out. She rejected that offer real fucking quick, seems she’s still hung up in you. Won’t be for too long. Not with all of those strong, younger men out there.”

Daryl wants to pick up Lucille from the couch and bash in Negan’s head like he did to Glenn and Abraham, but he somehow manages to keep his cool.

Despite all of the times that you have tried to reassure him that he didn’t need to be insecure about the age difference, he couldn’t help but let it get to him sometimes. Between everyone at the camp bothering him about it and his own worries that you would lose interest in him, he was very insecure about the situation. Typically you were the only person that could reassure him that everything was going to be ok and calm him down, but you weren’t here this time.

“She wouldn’t.” Is all he says.

“You sure about that, buddy? You’re an old ass man. She’s a hot ass fucking babe, ten out of ten. She’s going to leave you sooner or better.”

“She won’t.” Daryl grits through his teeth.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend you?” Negan puts his hand over his heart. “I did, didn’t I?”

“No.”

“I could see why you’d be bothered by it, shit, I don’t blame ‘ya. She’s way out of your league. Surprised she’s not with that little serial killer- he’s only a few years younger than her, isn’t he? Or even with Rick. At least he’s got something going for him, being the, quite frankly shitty, leader of you guys.”

“Shut up.”

“Nuh-uh,” Negan shakes his finger. “You don’t get to tell me to shut up, or I will toss you right back into that fucking cage you just came from.”

Daryl sits there, unsure why Negan even called him out there. If it was just to taunt and tease him about you, than he would rather go back into the cell.

“Why am I out here?”

“I got bored. Decided to take the shit out of ‘ya in a different way than torture. I gotta say, this is way more fucking entertaining.” Negan laughs. “I’m just busting your balls, you can relax. I think its damn cool you can score someone like that. Even in the apocalypse. Shit, I’d even go as far as sayin’ I’m proud of ‘ya. She seems to really like you, for what reason I have no goddamn idea, but she does.”

“Please let me see her, I need ‘ta see her.” Daryl begged.

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Ya took Carl here, showed him around. Bring Y/N here.”

“Beggin’ me isn’t gonna do shit.” Negan shook his head. “Dwight!” He yelled, and the man came inside the room.

“Yes, sir?”

“Take him back. Done with him. He’s too goddamn sensitive.”

“No, no, no please, let me see her.” Daryl was about ready to explode, between the anger built up from this conversation with Negan, to that stupid song playing over and over again, to being stuck in isolation.

“Too bad so sad.” Negan waved them off, and gestured for his wives to come back into the room.

“Let’s go.” Dwight forced him back into the cell, pushing him to the ground.

“I want to see Y/N.” Daryl says before the door is closed shut again.

“Sorry, old man.”

The door shuts again, leaving Daryl alone again. His mind is still reeling from the conversation with Negan, making him more upset by the minute. The only thing that calms him down is remembering your voice telling him that you love him, and your beautiful face. You’re the only thing that gets him through the day and that gives him the strength to keep on.

We’re on easy street, and it feels so sweet…”

anonymous asked:

Headcanons of S + M boys for what they're like as husbands?

Had a lot of fun writing this! Hope you like it!

Sakamaki

Ayato:

  • When he takes you shopping he likes to pick out outfits for you. The colors don’t go well together, but he thinks it looks cute regardless. Ayato seems so pleased whenever you wear what he picked for you that you can’t bring yourself to complain.
  • You sometimes hear him singing praises about himself in the shower. It’s cute, but his voice is completely off key and you just don’t have the heart to tell him.
  • At one point he wanted to start calling you by a more affectionate nickname, rather than ‘Chichinashi’ all the time. However, every other nickname felt and sounded awkward so he just stuck with it.

Laito:

  • When you are in a sour mood, he likes to play some of your favorite pieces on the piano to help cheer you up. If he’s not playing the piano, he’s cuddling with you whilst pressing kisses to your face.
  • When the two of you are having more intimate moments on the bed, he has a tendency to tightly clasp his hands against yours. It helps him feel closer to you, and reassures him that you are his.
  • Laito enjoys eating your cooking and often pesters you to make him macaroons. Recently, he has even begun to help you around the kitchen. You were shocked to find out that he was actually quite skilled, and very efficient in the kitchen.

Kanato:

  • Kanato finds joy in singing you lullabies before you go to bed. Your attention is only on him, and that’s the best thing you can give to him.
  • When the both of you are cuddling he finds it pleasurable if you envelop him in your arms. A content smile can be seen on his face as he leans into your body. Your scent also helps to calm him down.
  • Kanato is actually a very skilled tailor. Since marriage, he has made multitudes of pretty, and charming dresses for you to wear. When he sees that you actually appreciate and are fond of his work, he brims with pride. He becomes overwhelmingly happy and showers you with kisses.

Shu:

  • When he’s feeling particularly worn out, he will often cling onto you and use you as his pillow. If you’re not there to act as his pillow, he will stagger around the house looking for you. He sleeps better if your presence is nearby. His favorite spot is your lap, and the warmth you give off calms him immensely.
  • Shu enjoys stargazing with you whilst nestled against your lap. If he’s not stargazing though, he’s sleeping. It’s pleasant alongside you, and the peace and quiet makes it all the more soothing.
  • It has become sort of a nighttime ritual, but Shu loves to place long, lazy kisses all over your face before the both of you go to bed.

Reiji:

  • In his spare time, Reiji enjoys creating all sorts of teas for you to try. He’s very good at hiding it, but he gets pretty depressed if you’re not fond of the taste.
  • Knowing that you’ll leave the world before him, Reiji cherishes his time with you. Despite his stuffy exterior, you know he’s doing his best to support you and give you a good life.
  • Reiji enjoys when you sit on his lap. He will wrap his arms your waist protectively, and rest his head on your shoulder. Even though the position is awkward, he also finds it pleasant to nap like this.

Subaru:

  • Sometimes on a full moon, Subaru likes to take you with him to fly above the city. While you always find it a bit frightening, the view never fails to leave you in awe. Seeing the happy expression on your face gives Subaru warm, and satisfied feelings.
  • Subaru often wakes up earlier than you. If he’s feeling generous he tries to make you breakfast. Unfortunately, he always seems to burn the food. He gets embarrassed, and very disappointed when you end up having to make breakfast instead. It’s cute on how hard he tries, and you appreciate the effort he puts in regardless.
  • When you’re in a bad mood, he finds it awkward, and difficult to cheer you up. His attempts at cheering you up come off as aggressive, and rude. When he sees that his words just worsen your mood, he will end up just silently clinging to your side. Occasionally pressing light kisses to your cheek and mumbling words of apology.

Mukami

Ruki:

  • In his free time, Ruki enjoys teaching you how to play chess. In the beginning he’s surprisingly patient with you and offers you words of encouragement. However, when you start to get the hang of things, he stops going easy on you and becomes much more competitive. It’s a bit discouraging when you lose, but it’s nice to see Ruki so immersed in the game.
  • Ruki has developed a habit of cupping his hand around your cheek at random moments. He caresses your cheek gently whilst gazing lovingly at your face. A satisfied grin makes its way onto his lips as he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead.
  • To unwind, he likes to read books while you’re snuggled against him. If he’s not too absorbed in the book he will sometimes rest his head on your shoulder.

Kou:

  • Kou likes to pamper you with your favorite things. He can literally spend hundreds of dollars on you in one go. It’s excessive and you often tell him to stop, but he just won’t listen.
  • Kou is a literal cuddlebug and will find ways to cuddle with you even at the most inconvenient times. He likes to bury himself in your hair, nuzzling against it. It both surprises and pleases him at how similar your scent is to his.
  • Kou loves to pepper your face with kisses. He adores how flustered you become, and it just urges him to embarrass you with his kisses even more.

Yuma:

  • He has a spot in his garden dedicated to your favorite flowers and plants. It just warms your heart when you see him planting more seeds in that area. Feelings of gratitude and happiness surge through your body whenever you look at his display of hard work, and affection.
  • Yuma enjoys enveloping you in his arms. He holds you like that for a few moments before bending down to kiss the top of your head. He uses a little too much force while doing so, but he also enjoys ruffling your hair affectionately.
  • When the two of you are out on a walk he likes to give you piggybacks if you get tired. You tell him that there’s no need to, but he forces you onto his back anyways.

Azusa:

  • Azusa likes making you little trinkets and accessories in his spare time. He takes pleasure in seeing your face light up in gratitude. You appreciate the time and effort he puts into making these, and deeply treasure whatever he gives you.
  • When you’re looking down, Azusa tends to whisper words of encouragement and love into your ear. He can’t help but smile when he sees the corners of your lips perk up, and your face going red from the embarrassment.
  • He wanted to start calling you by more endearing nicknames, but he just couldn’t find one that rolled off his tongue well. He gets a bit jealous (and a little left out) when his brothers call you by their nicknames.
2 000 followers!!
  1. Why is it that every time I open a wine bottle you call me to get into some kind of trouble?
  2. Pardon all the mess but our pilot seems to have forgotten how to steer our ship.
  3. But I might be afraid that you are not here for tea and biscuits
  4. She’s going rather paranoid at this point…
  5. ”I don’t remember you being so sensitive.”
    ”Well I don’t remember you being such a dick, but apparently things change.”
  6. They laid down to the desert sand, clinging to their guns. This was how they were going to die, and at least one of them had accepted their fate.
  7. Maybe we can leave together, run away and never come back.
  8. They cut off her tongue with rusty razor blade and locked her to the deepest of the dungeons. But witches were bitches, and she was biggest one of them.
  9. Thank you for that confusing clarification.
  10. My closet holds more skeletons than you can imagine
  11. You gonna try to kill him with nail clipper’s file? Mate, that’s like inch long what fucking damage you think you gonna do?
  12. ”Are you gonna get stubby tonight?”
    ”No. But then again and I said that last time, didn’t it?”
    ”Okay, then you have to wait a minute, I have to change my dress.”
  13. Knucklehead alarm! What are we gonna do?
  14. Could you stop gnashing your teeth and help me fix the engine?
  15. This is a kidnapping, not an assassination!
  16. Do the rich care that they are sending the young to war?
  17. It took years for me to stood on my feet again, and of course she would come to knock me back down.
  18. She knew it wasn’t the wisest of things leave her mouth, but like her grandma always said, ’Fuck it’.
  19. ”What your doing?”
    ”I though you were gonna choke me.”
  20. Don’t throw a kid to the wolves, for he might return as one of their own.
  21. What now? You are going to keep me in a cage like an animal?
  22. What an novel act, Mr.Renz.. But unfortunately I think this might’ve been an idea right out of the bad part of the brain.
  23. Sacrificing yourself for the well being of others? How heart breaking.
  24. Healthy level of narcissism? I think we are far over the healthy limit, crossing to fucking insane level
  25. Stop ignoring me, I’m the only one properly armed to save you
  26. Why do I always have to do the painful work? It’s not like you couldn’t do it.
  27. Not as graceful as I thought, but let’s work around it.
  28. Maybe I’m stronger than I thought I was.
  29. I suggest we blame someone else and scatter on our own ways
  30. ”I told you to be careful!”
    ”You also told me to shoot my way out of trouble if I need to!”
  31. Well my judgement was always little dodgy.
  32. And I thought I was fucked up. Goddamn, you need help.
  33. Secret rooms shouldn’t have other secret rooms!
  34. The sweet old lady is gonna help us kidnap the King! What a glorious day!
  35. I swear you will be endangered species, if you don’t shut up
  36. Don’t ever mention knives and laugh like that afterwards.
  37. You know, I don’t think I should eat this…
  38. I think I’m just bitter because you have most of your life ahead of you
  39. My reasons are none of your concerns
  40. Well that’s something anybody hadn’t never said out loud
  41. Don’t snarl at me, I didn’t invent the game or the rules.
  42. Shouldn’t you attack somebody who actually pulls the strings?
  43. Lay low for a while didn’t mean that you should
  44. Only if these people knew what you have done for this world.. What you have scarified to protect these people
  45. ”Maybe one day you might understand”
    ”Rather hope so”
  46. What a fucking disaster! I knew you were stupid but this is ridiculous.
  47. Have you had a fucking stroke? The fuck are you talking about?
  48. You got any prove of that? Cause I don’t remember doing nothing like that
  49. Blood and mud covered her clothes, even the rain wasn’t washing it away.
  50. Do I have to start treating you like a dog again? Sit, boy. Down. Don’t bark.
  51. Please don’t make me sit in limousine, I’m just gonna get a fucking headache and get angry
  52. Oh my God, I didn’t think I could look more like a whore than Charlotte..
  53. Why do you feel obligated to give me roses every time you see me?
  54. How much do you think he uses hair gel? Because that looks like a whole bottle it’s on top of his head right now.
  55. We vowed to protect this land, no matter who’s the ruler
  56. She offered 5 grand just to kill one useless high school student?
  57. The information passed like a wild fire through the city
  58. Any day might be our last, we can’t predict anything.
  59. When the daylight appears again, remember our luck
  60. That’s probably the worst way to die, honestly… Drown in a fish tank.
  61. What an amazing fall. 10/10 points, bravo
  62. Do you think it’s edible?
    I don’t know, it looks like it is.
  63. Maybe you should write it up? You know, ‘cause you’re kinda stupid
  64. This is gonna get sad very fast, isn’t it?
  65. What a literal fucking moron you are.
  66. Casted from heaven to forever travel the earth.
  67. What an absolutely weird thing to say, really…
  68. Well.. the car is fucked now
  69. If she starts acting up again, or brings that damn knife, I’ll knock her the fuck down!
  70. Bloody palm print was smudged to the bunker’s wall
  71. Smell of death filled the air around the alter, making the visitor wonder what the walls and floors are hiding
  72. It didn’t matter how long she had been gone, the feeling was the same.
  73. Leaning against the cold railing of The Queens Walk, he looked down at the Thames, hoping this day wouldn’t end like last Tuesday.
  74. His eyes were as black as his heart
  75. She made a pact with the Devil and stabbed him in the back with the first change she got.
  76. She laid down her live for others and what happened? You act like se was the biggest brat of these people
  77. And the King didn’t have no other choice than to allow the black sheep of the family to take the throne.
  78. ”Why can’t you just let them work things out between them?”
    “Because they will end up stabbing each other”
  79. Blowing it up seems rather bad choice, doesn’t it?
  80. I feel like this would have to be something for national security to handle
  81. Do I need to start shooting people to get trough this fucking crowd?
  82. What about plan F? I mean I know it involves Margarita dying, but G would involve me being used as a bait, and that would be drastic
  83. These cars tend to have trackers, so if you may just step out
  84. Stay inside the car, or if you must disobey the order like the last time, please make sure you close the doors behind you
  85. The hound is barking again,
  86. Ohh… We making a bomb? Fucking awesome.
  87. Oh yeah, they are trying to kill each other in middle of London’s tube, how fucking great!
  88. Am I failing to see the obvious here?
  89. You feed your children lies? Or do you tell them what lurks in the light of day?
  90. ”Who’s in the body bag?”
    “Maximum.”
    “He’s dead?”
    “Sedated. Probably will wake up soon, too.”
  91. Stop waving the gun at me if you’re not going to shoot me.
  92. ”We’ll burn their lungs out!”
    ”Smoke inhalation? Awesome.”
  93. Oh woah.. We REALLY need to work on your subtle threats.
  94. Eventually blood will dry and maybe you’ll realize what you have done
  95. The blood from our past haunt us now.
  96. Maybe the history books will read our names. Tell the story how we ended up fucking up so bad.
  97. Tug your skirt down, wipe your tears and load your gun.
  98. You’re stronger than any fucker here
  99. “We still need the information!”
    “Probably shouldn’t have killed her then.”
  100. Hey, have I done anything incredibly stupid in last five minutes?

Thank you all. Really.

4

“Where are we?”, you asked the Doctor. He hadn’t mentioned anything about visiting anywhere else, since you basically just came back from a not-so-friendly encounter with some Daleks.

The Doctor didn’t answer. Instead he randomly started turning some buttons and switches on the control panel.

“Doctor?”, you asked once again. “Is everything alright?”

He looked up at you and smiled. “Of course. Look outside, everything’s fine.”
You raised an eyebrow, but made your way to the door. Slowly you opened it and stepped outside.

“Doctor? We’re basically infront of my front door.” Now the Doctor came outside as well and stood beside you.
“Well, yes, we are. I thought maybe you would like some time back home?”

“Well, I… I…”, you started. Actually you did want to continue travelling with him, why would you want to go back to your old life? But then you thought about your family. Your parents, your siblings. Finally you sighed.

“You’re right. Probably I should spend some time with my mum.”
The Doctor smiled, but not in his usual cheerful way. This time it seemed… nearly sad to you.

“What are you going to do while I’m here?”, you asked, rather worried about him.
“Oh, I have something left to do.”
You raised an eyebrow. That did not seem very convincing to you.

“Furthermore I have a time machine, haven’t I. I can fly of now right to the time I’m going to pick you up.”
The Doctor stepped into the TARDIS. “Goodbye, (y/n). I…" 

But he got interrupted as you shot straight forward, wrapping your hands around his neck and hugging him tightly.
"Promise”, you demanded, while still hugging him.
The Doctor hesitated slightly, but returned the hug nonetheless.. “I promise, (y/n).”

Pleased with his answer and smiling widely you let him go now and with a last wave you went to your house.
As you turned around one last time, you saw the Doctor waving to you with a serious expression on his face, before he turned around and disappeared inside his TARDIS.


He didn’t come back. And he wouldn’t. That was at least the only logical solution to why he hasn’t been back yet. But that didn’t mean you would give up. Sometimes on your way through the streets, you’d notice something blue and immediately turn around, just to realize, that it would be nothing more than a balloon, or a shopwindow, or – most likely – nothing at all.
The Doctor was gone for about two years now, and even if you knew, that he sometimes had some problems with punctuality, it was clear for you, that he’d probably left you. If you’d ever should spot this stupid Time Lord once again in your life, he’d surely had to listen to some insults you collectedover the years especially for him.

You were on your way home, listening to music and save from the pouring rain under your umbrella, as a shiver ran down your spine. Bewildered you shook your head. This was probably nothing, you decided, right before something different caught your attention. Again something big and blue.
You squinted your eyes to see better. For a short amount of time you thought you’re eyes were playing tricks on you again, as they had made often before, but as you walked closer, there was no doubt left.
You stood directly infront of the TARDIS.

Carefully you knocked. No answer. Of course not.
You rattled softly at the door. Locked. Of course.

You sighed. Well then, you had no other possibility than waiting for the owner of this big blue box, placed directly on your way home.

Well, you could have just gone away, leading you’re life as you’d done for the last 2 years. After all it wasn’t a bad life either. But then you remembered the day he left you and suddenly your decision strengthened.
“He promised”, you whispered to yourself, standing infront of the TARDIS, your umbrella firmly in your hand.


You hadn’t a clue how long you had waited, for the only thing you did was thinking about what to say to him once he would arrive. And how he’d react. Would he be sorry? Would he send you away again? Or would he not recognise you at all?
All that thoughts swirled in your head, as you heard someone coming nearer. Probably another passerby, so you kept your gaze lowered at the street, as you noticed that the man had stopped walking.
Curious you lifted your head and looked at your right to see a stranger weirdly looking at you.
He had brown hair and wore a light brown jacket and a red bow tie.

Why was he looking at you like this? You contracted your eyebrows and opened your mouth to say something, but he was quicker.
“(Y/n)?”, he asked, stepping nearer to you.

Surprised, but slightly scared you looked up to this man. He didn’t seem dangerous to you, but what made you uncertain about him was the question where on earth he knew your name from.

“Who are you?”, you asked and stepped nearer yourself now to examine this man you found yourself across from.

Your gaze wandered over him until you eventually looked into his eyes.

They were green, you noticed, but that was definitely not everything . There was something else inside his eyes.

These old, old eyes you knew so well.  

Realisation struck you,  and you slowly stepped backwards, your eyes opened wide.
“Doctor?”, you asked breathlessly, whereupon the man in front of you gave you a small smile.

“I promised, didn’t I?”

That’s not yours

I got a request  for an imagine in which the reader is a new arrival in Kattegatt and the Ragnarssons take an interest in her. One night she asks one of the brothers if she can borrow a shirt to sleep in. The next day, the other brothers notice this and become jealous.

Sorry it took so long to finish.

Reader insert

You x one of the Ragnarssons

Warnings / tags: Flirting, drinking, drunken groping, partying with the Ragnarssons


”(y/n)!” You turn your head to see who is calling for you. Hvitserk comes sauntering towards you, a wide smile decorating his face.

”Hello, Hvitserk. You seem to be in a good mood today.”

”I certainly am now that I’m talking to you.” He replies. You feel yourself blush lightly at the comment.

”My brothers and I are having a small gathering tonight, to celebrate that our call to earls and kings has turned out to be so successful. You should come.” You hesitate for a second; in the few days that you’ve been in Kattegatt almost all of the Ragnarssons have shown an interest in you. Going to this celebration will likely just increase the tension between the brothers and according to rumours they already have a very strained relationship. On the other hand, he will be there. You realize that you’ve been quiet for quite some time and that Hvitserk is staring at you.

“I’ll come.” You answer, maybe a bit too eagerly.

“Good.” He turns on his heel and begins to walk away again. After a few steps he turns to face you and grins like a wolf.

“Prepare to get shit faced.” He takes off running before you can answer.

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About a Girl [2]

Originally posted by bangthebae

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue

Meet your new employer.


“Who are you and what are you doing in my home?”

You stared at the man like a deer in headlights. Was this Mr. Kim? “My name is Y/LN/FN.” You took a moment to bow. “I’m Jangmi’s nanny.”

“Hm,” the man seemed to relax a little, placing his hand on his hip. “I didn’t realize Jungkook had found someone.”

“That wasn’t you that I spoke to on the phone?”

He chuckled, “No. That was my assistant. He’s in charge of these kinds of things.” He turned to fill up a glass of water. “I don’t have time for these things. Incase you haven’t heard I tend to go through a lot of nannies.”

You felt a twinge of anger at his nonchalant tone. Being as that you were new, you pushed it aside to give him the benefit of the doubt. He might seem uncaring, but maybe that was only because it had been a long day. “Ah, I see. I thought your voice sounded different.”

“Did Mrs. Choi give you Jangmi’s schedule?”

“Schedule?”

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anonymous asked:

hey ! due to some neurodivergence issue, i cant really read the post about arophobic microagressions... if it isnt a bother, could you please sum up its points ? it seems interesting

Here are some of the main points:

  • Aromantic people face similar issues as aces but they also have unique problems. Arophobia is not the same thing as acephobia.
  • Aromantic people tend to be erased when it comes to representation. Raphael Santiago from Shadowhunters was originally aroace but the aromantic part was left out in the show. Rather than fighting against aro erasure, lots of aces ignored it and focused on the ace representation. Jughead was also originally aroace but ended up straight in Riverdale
  • There’s a lot more studies/awareness/positivity for asexuality compared to aromanticism. Aro issues are often lumped in with aces or ignored all together

Common Symptoms

Una Fiebre - A Fever

Una Jaqueca - A [strong] Headache 

Una Tos - A Cough

(El) Mareo - Dizziness

Keep yourself nice and healthy this season and try to avoid any of these symptoms :) I have a pretty long little section about my journey through finding vocabulary this morning under the keep reading sign because I genuinely like sharing my language learning process with you.  That being said, if any of you are native speakers or you just have a better understanding than I do of a particular word or when to use a specific word vs another, please send me a message.  I really love to hear feedback, and I just want this to be a place where we can all learn.

Also, if any of you are here to learn English from Spanish, please let me know and I can try to focus on both sides of the equation.

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Sacrifices of War

“I’m pregnant. I’m not going to keep it.”

A story about hard choices, loss, and the dark moments of war that don’t happen on the battlefield.

Heavy Angst set during ACOWAR. Please read the tags to make sure you want to read this. If you would rather not read it (or need a small pick-me-up), I prepared some fluff.

Sacrifices of War (AO3)

“I’m pregnant.”

The words rang as hollow in the clearing as they rang in her heart. It almost surprised her that spoken out loud, they did not seem any different than in her mind. They were haunting, hurting, hollow things threatening to tear her apart if she lowered her shields even for one second. So she didn’t. Not even for him. Especially not for him.

Feyre raised her eyes from her knotted hands, trying to untangle her fingers and stop her nails from digging into her skin and drawing blood. Instead, she looked at the male she’d thrown those cruel words at, like knives and claws and teeth she had no control over. She’d thought longer how to tell him than about her decision. But no matter how long she fretted, she couldn’t find a way not to hurt him and time was running out. Their time. Her time. So she’d decided to call on him, meet him, hurt him. With words that should be joyful instead of cruel. Words that should mark a new beginning instead of an end.

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anonymous asked:

May I request some angst? Chocobros love interest says "No one loves me, no one wants me, I literally have nothing to lose." Maybe before going on a dangerous hunt, or something to trigger these words if that makes sense? (Bonus for Promptos crush saying "You love Cindy right? Lucky girl, I wish I was her." Sorry if this is weird lol thank you

Ah fuk, angst. I’m just rolling in it! Just rolling in it deep…Time for feels. *puts on Adele playlist*

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Noctis

“Y/N, you okay?” Noctis suddenly asked.

The Prince had suddenly out of the blue, asked you to go fishing with him, and you knew that he often enjoyed going alone as a way to clear his head, so why invite you?

“Yeah, why you ask?” You inquired, as he sat down on the pier, you following his movements.

Noctis fidgeted slightly, before looking out to the large lake, “I mean, you haven’t been…you?”

“Meaning?”

“You seem sadder?”

You laugh softly, pulling a knee up to your chest, “Really, figured I was still perky old me.”

Noctis and you sat on the pier, as he casted his line, listening to nature surround you, it took a few minutes before Noctis finally spoke up again.

“Y/n, earlier before the hunt you had said ‘That is wasn’t, like you mattered.’ what did you mean?”

You flinched softly, “You heard that, huh? Just…just forget I said anything,kay?”

Noctis went to open his mouth again before shutting it as he looked out to the water, “I want you to know that I’m always going to be here.”

You sighed softly, “Thanks.”

The two of you sat there, waiting for a fish to bite, Noctis never brought it back up. Yet for some reason the warm hand on the Prince resting against your own, made everything a little better.

~~~~~~ 

Prompto

“Ready to go, Y/N?” Prompto called, as you trailed behind the group, you often took rear as you were much faster than the others and could rush to the front of the group if need.

“Yeah, yeah I’m ready.”

Prompto cocked his head to the side, leaving Noctis’ side, as Gladiolus and Ignis covered the Prince’s left and right, besides it might have been better to have the sharpshooter in back with a long distance weapon.

“Everything cool?”

“Yeah, why do you ask?”

“You just seem…”

You scoffed slightly, watching your step, knowing what Prompto’s next words were going to be, “It’s nothing, Prompto.”

Prompto frown, before calling out to the group before them, “Hey, Y/N’s light is busted, we’ll catch up.”

“Don’t dally.” Ignis yelled, hating to have the group split up on a hunt.

Prompto watched as their lights disappeared further down the passage, “Y/n, what’s up?”

You groaned, knowing that the blonde wasn’t going to let up anytime soon, “Fuck, I don’t know Prompto, maybe I feel that there’s no reason for me to be here? I mean really, I could go get gored by a deamon big whoop.”

Prompto had to admit, he was very thrown off by this, “Y/n, where is this coming from?”

You shook your head, moving to step forward, “Let’s go, the others are getting too far ahead, if anything maybe I’ll make a good meat shield.”

Prompto reached out grabbing a hold of your arm, “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what this is about.”

You refused to turn to the blonde, “I can’t believe this, this isn’t the time or the place.”

“I think it’s the perfect time, Y/n, what is wrong, why are you acting like this?”

You turned toward Prompto, your eyes locking with the man’s, “Gods, Cindy must be one of the most luckiest girls in the world, to have your attention and love.”

“What?” Prompto called, as he relaxed his hold on your arm.

You took the moment to pull away, following the ever dimming light of the others lapel flashlights, only to be suddenly spun around, your back slamming into the cave wall, Prompto’s body standing before you, his blue eyes staring directly into your own.

“What did you mean by that?”

You groaned, too tired to even keep it up any longer, “What else does it mean Prompto, she’s perfection, I just wished that someone, you, would look at me the same way.”

Prompto bit his bottom lip before sighing deeply, “You wouldn’t notice.”

“Huh?”

“You don’t notice, because when I do, you’re not paying attention.” Prompto stated, before backing up as he began walking after the others. “Come on, let’s catch up.”

~~~~~

Gladiolus

“You wanna talk about earlier?” The strong voice called. “You know you can talk to me.”

You weren’t entirely sure as to why those words opened up the floodgates, but now you stood before Gladiolus in the middle of the night, tears streaming down your face, as you hiccuped, staring at the ground, not wanting the man to see you so weak.

“I…I just wish…”

“Is this about the hunt today?”

You sighed hard, “Gladdy, it’s I mean, who wants a fuck up like me, what good am I?”

Gladiolus was honestly at a lost for the confession, as he reached forward, placing a hand on your head, pulling you toward his chest, “That’s not true.”

You stood, your forehead resting that strong chest, it always felt so hopeless, everyone around you knew what they wanted out of life, what their duty was. Yet you, what good where you?  “I just , Gladdy, I’m so useless, it would be better if i just…”

“Don’t, say that!” Gladiolus barked, groaning at himself as he felt your flinch against him. Watching as you made to pull away, only for one of his large hands to find it’s way to the top of your head, “Listen, I’m not anyone’s first choice for these kinds of things, yet in these types of situations we just have to push on and keep going. I know it’s hard right now, but you’ve made it through so much, you can’t compare yourself to other people, or live the way other people want you to live, you have to live for yourself.”

You sighed softly, your hands still at your side, the only contact you had with the man before you was your forehead against one of those strong pec muscles, “I’m just so tired of being strong.”

Gladiolus hesitantly wrapped his other hand around you, pulling your entire body into his own, “You don’t have to keep being strong. That’s what we’re here for,” He stated, before that hand on your back begun to rub circles, “What I’m here for.”

You let out a soft wail, before wrapping your arms around the waist before you, your nails digging into the tattooed feathers, trying to anchor yourself. “Thank you.”

“I’m not going anywhere, you will always have me.”

~~~~~~

Ignis

You panicked, your calm demeanor was  quickly disappearing, you hadn’t meant to sound so snarky at poor Prompto, he just wanted to know if you wanted anything while they were out. Even as the door closed and your 4 companions left to go find food in the city to bring back to the Motel your luckily were able to crash in, you found yourself sitting on the bed.

Only for seconds later, yourself pacing back and forth across the small room, “You’re fine, you’re fine, calm collect. You’re not replaceable, you’re needed, you’re fine.” You muttered softly to yourself, hands shaking, trying to keep yourself from screaming, “You’re replaceable, you’re not needed, you’re not fine, you’re worthless.”

“I would beg to differ.”

You jumped, turning around to stare at Ignis, when had he come back in? “Ignis, are you okay?”

Ignis moved over to sit in the large easy chair of the hotel, “I should be asking you that, would you prefer to talk about it?”

You glanced to the man, than away your hands shaking, “I…I Ignis, please be honest, am I needed?”

“Needed?”

You nodded, “Here, with you all,”

“I do believe that we all rather enjoy your company.” Ignis stated, adjusting himself slightly in the chair, watching your small movements, he had noticed that you had developed a small twitch within your right pinky and it only seemed to have gotten worse over the last few days. “Would you care to explain as to what brought this all on? I’ve been noticing that you haven’t been sleeping very well, nor eating as much either.”

You fidgeted with a pen, you found on the bedside table, leave it to Ignis to notice, “I’m just not, ugh, I’m worthless.”

Ignis stood  from the chair, “There, that phrase again, Y/n what do you mean by that?”

You shook your head, “I’m suppose to be everything, perfection, but I’m useless.”

Ignis moved to stand before you, forcing you to look up at him, the man never once touched you, “I will have you know that you are not useless, nor worthless, whomever it was that filled your head with such ludicrous accusations has never seen perfection. You are allowed to make mistakes, it is how one grows, we are not born knowing our purpose.”

You felt tears swell into your eyes, as you moved forward wrapping your arms around Ignis’ chest, expecting the man to flinch away, only to cry hard when those lean arms circled around you, giving you a gentle squeeze.

“Would you like to rest a while, until the others come back?” He asked.

You hugged the man tighter, “Is it okay, if we stay like this a little longer?”

Ignis chuckled softly, “I’m here for as long as you need.”

You smiled softly, only to feel the smile brighten, as you heard the man whispered into your hair.

“You are perfection to me.”

Honestly, one of my major pet peeves is when the secular Yiddish revival movement pretends it’s single-handedly resurrecting a dead language or something, ignoring the fact that there are hundreds of thousands of native Yiddish speakers and that number is growing rapidly every day. And that continuity was never broken; for Chassidim, Yiddish never died.

Like I literally just saw a post saying there were only a “handful” of Yiddish speakers, and about how awesome it was that some secular Yiddish revivalists had created a Hebrew-English dictionary with modern words like “email,” as if there aren’t probably at least a hundred thousand people who are bilingual in Yiddish and English and use both in their daily lives, and certainly talk about emails.

So what’s the deal? Do secular Yiddish revivalists see Chassidim as too religious or “backwards” to count? I certainly hope not, but it sure seems that way.

And look, I get it. For most American Jews, there *was* a break in continuity regarding Yiddish. And the secular Yiddish culture of Eastern Europe *was* violently destroyed. You have every right to reclaim what was taken from you and it is a radical act to do so, but please stop pretending that Yiddish is not already a thriving living language.