#also sorry for the softness ig we die today

[lyctoralsaints]

✧     ֺ    ˖     ⎎ @draconikia said ❛ apologies, madam, i didn't see you there. ❜ // trevor belmont to alucard ( he thinks he’s funny. )

a  pale  appendage  raises  to  sweep  platinum  tresses  over  his  shoulder,  ever  aware  of  the  other's  presence  behind  him.  trevor,  he  thinks,  is  a  glutton  for  embarrassment  or  otherwise,  just  an  idiot.  but  he  is  precious  to  him  ––  all  the  banter  and  threats  and  insults.  he  wonders  if  trevor  is  aware  of  the  adoration  the  dhampir  holds  for  him;  it  will  never  meet  an  end.  in  fact,  alucard  fears  he  will  live  his  entire,  immortal  life  missing  trevor  belmont  when  he  finally  leaves  him.  there's  a  soft  smile  that  tugs  at  his  tiers  at  the  thought,  at  the  tone  that  stirs  him  from  it.  then  his  nose  is  wrinkling  ––  oh,  trevor  belmont  is  a  jokester,  that's  for  sure.  and  he  may  not  mind  the  way  he  is  bumped  or  the  bewilderment  they  both  play  off  so  well.  he  throws  him  a  glare;  the  lilt  of  his  voice,  the  accent,  the  coolness  .    .    .  he  has  to  fight  the  way  his smile nearly broadens.  the  book  he  had  been  reading  while  pacing  is  subsequently  placed  on  the  tabletop,  brows  furrowed.  〝 if  I  didn't  know  any  better,  I'd  think  you're  trying  to  get  my  attention,  belmont. ”  he  leans  toward  him,  lashes  almost  touching  as  he  narrows  his  gaze,  half-lidded  and  simmering.  their  bond  has  always  been  something  tragic  and  strange,  like  this,  since  the  moment  he  woke  up.  〝 and  the  next  time  you  call  me  madam,  I'll  bat  my  lashes  at  you.  then  you'll  regret  everything,  hm? ”  no.  surely  not.  trevor  belmont  is  not  a  being  of  regrets.  his  heart  is  too  wide  for  regrets.  a  step  is  taken  closer,  so  willowy  digits  might  sweep  up  a  broad  shoulder,  curl  against  the  side  of  his  throat  right  where  his  pulse  thuds  away.  〝 so,  back  to  the  subject  at  hand  ––  did  you  need  something?  or  just  me? ”  he  can  feel  the  way  the  other's  heart  thunders,  can  nearly  hear  it.  distantly,  he  wonders  if  this  world,  in  another  time,  would've  been  kind  enough  to  have  granted  them  a  life  together;  one  where  they  weren't  hunted  and  beaten  and  bloodied,  one  where  they  were  both  mortal  and  life  wasn't  fleeting  ––  a  childhood  spent  best  friends,  their  teen  years  holding  hands,  adulthood  by  each  other's  sides.  alucard  knows  he  would  never  be  worthy  of  such  a  thing,  though.  〝 please  say  just  me  so  I  needn't  let  you  go. ”

[thatoneidiotdts]

Of sea and ash

A/n: I felt sad today so I wrote this as a fuck you to whoever reads this ig. Gifs aren't mine as usual. REQUESTS ARE ALSO OPEN COMMON PEOPLE I'M DYING OF BOREDOM HERE.

Wordcount: 0.8k

Note: Billy and reader are twins and not in a romantic relationship. Eddie and reader are together and also Mechanic!Eddie.

Warnings: mentions of abuse and neglect, mentions of Neil, no happy ending

You opened the door of the blue Camaro. The smell of salt hit your face as you looked in the distance, the tranquil ocean met your gaze, soft waves hitting the sandy shore.

You untied your shoes and placed them on the back seat so that you don't carry any sand in the car. Looking over to the passenger seat you took in a deep breath. Slowly you unbuckled the urn and held it close to your chest.

For a while you held the urn in your arms, not completely sure if you can let him go but you figured he had enough of staying in there. You picked up the beach bag from the back seat and finally stepped out of the car.

The hot sand felt nice against the soles of your feet as you walked closer to the ocean. A good amount of time passed from the last time you saw this view, it felt like you were finally home, where you're supposed to be.

When you found a good place you set down your beach towel you placed the urn next to you after sitting down. After putting on sunscreen you opened the small cooler and took out a beer.

It tasted horrible if you were being honest, you were never sure why would this be your brother's favourite. "You know Billy, you really do have a terrible taste in beer, can't believe I drove all the way here"

You looked down at the urn next to your right, you felt like it was looking up at you. "I'm sorry for not talking to you more. After your funeral it's been.. hard. Had to fight dad to not get you buried in fucking Hawkins."

"He said I had to pay for it so I did, I will admit taking out such a loan was a little bit scary but I finally paid it off. It was all worth it because now you aren't buried in that terrible shithole of a town"

You remember it clear as day, that night you had to go to the hospital from how hard your father had beaten you for raising your voice at him. You knew he didn't like it when someone was telling the truth about his abuse but at that point you didn't care.

After couch hopping for a while you and Billy finally found a place to stay and a job. It was nothing fancy but at the time it was great.

"I've also fixed up your car, it took me a while but I've finally managed to do it. I've met this cute guy at the hardware store and he helped me out with it and something between us just clicked, long story short after he finally graduated we decided to go back to Cali and well now we are finally moving in together"

"He's been great through all of this, he never yells at me or beats me, he got clean after we got together, hell he didn't even argue with me when I said I wanted to do this alone! Im sure you would like him if you were here now"

You turned your gaze back to the ocean in front of you, better now than never. Letting out a sigh you picked up the urn and the second beer from the cooler. Stepping into the salty water, a shiver ran through your body as you took a moment before continuing to walk forward.

When you were above knee deep into the water you opened up the urn. "Never thought I'll be the one doing this, I figured I would be the one to die first you know? I hope you suffocate some fishes for me you big dummy."

In a second you flipped over the urn and the ash started to flow out of it. After it was all out you tried to get the last bits of ash out of the urn but unexpectedly a strong gust of wind blew that small amount of ash back on your clothes.

You gasped in horror as you quickly tried to dust your brother off of your clothes "Oh come on! Was this your last 'fuck you'?! Ungrateful idiot!" You laughed as you finally got the ash out of your clothes.

You sighed as you looked towards the now setting sun. The colours of the sky now ranging from a bright orange to a deep purple. You softly smiled to yourself and opened the beer, making sure to keep the cap, and poured most of it in the sea and gulping down the last sip "Goodbye Billy. I'll visit you, I promise!"

For a while you stood there, looking at the ocean, almost expecting for him to say goodbye to you. After returning to the shore you picked up your stuff and got back into the Camaro.

You gripped the steering wheel as you turned on the car, for a final time you looked back before driving off into the night.

[peanutpinet]

Nine Percent Scenarios for @ninepercent._.forever on IG

Cause she chose majority soft pics, so here is a soft group pic of the boys uwu <3

Cai Xukun

Can I just say one more time, silver hair Kunkun is *chefs kiss*

Alright, for this, I’d imagine that Kun was attending your graduation (high school or university, whichever you’d like) and when it was finally your turn to go up and take your paper/medal/diploma, etc; Kun would instantly smile, pointing at you/wave at you when you turn around to face the audience. I would also feel that Kun would brag about you to the people around him (if it’s your parents then he’ll be like ‘she’s so amazing’).

“That’s my girl!! Yeap!! That stunning, breath-taking, kind-hearted, smart girl is mine. You go sweetheart!!”

Chen Linong

OMO LOOK HOW SOFT NONGNONG IS WITH THAT CAT!! I DIE

Alright!! For this one, I feel that you guys are roommates and were heading back when you guys noticed this cat that doesn’t look alright. Nongnong (being the animal lover he is) would go over to the cat and pet it. When Nongnong said that the cat seems to be sick, he would suggest to bring it to the vet; which you agreed, without question.

After getting checked, the vet gave Nongnong a prescription and Nongnong just held the cat in his arms, soothing it and telling it that it’ll be alright. Upon the sight, you just can’t help but die of cuteness and just had to take a picture of him.

“Don’t worry lil guy, I got you. You’re going to be just fine!!” *insert is uwu smile*

Fan Chengcheng

Alright, alright, for this pic of Chengcheng, I feel that he was bored at home and was like “Hey!! (Y/N)!! Let’s go out!! I’m bored” and since you were also just being a couch potato (mind you, a hot couch potato), you were like “ehhh, I don’t see why not”. Especially when Chengcheng is the one picking you up and dropping you back.

So, the two of you went out the whole day. Had brunch together then went to the mall to do some window shopping/actual shopping, whichever one you are. Afterwards, you guys just decided to walk along the streets for a bit before going back home. Along the way, it started to snow and you were mesmerised by it and didn’t noticed that Chengcheng was staring until you turned around to see him (cue the pic).

“Isn’t it pretty Cheng?”

“Sure is” (looks at you)

Justin Huang Minghao

I SWEAR!! JUSTIN CAN LOOK 20+ IN ONE MINUTE AND 16 IN THE NEXT. LIKE HOW?!

Anyways, I imagine that you guys were just hanging out since it was finally winter break. So, Justin decided to celebrate your winter break by inviting you to join him for a little outing. Like, he’s so full of energy, he wants to go out and just move!! So, the two of you were now walking along the park when you started to feel tired from all the walking and decided to take a break by just sitting down on a bench, looking at the beautiful scenery in front of you. When Justin decided to sit next to you and look at you and you were a bit taken aback when he gave you that face (the picture).

“Wh-what are you looking at?”

“You. I never noticed how much your eyes are glowing. It’s pretty. And not to mention your smile. It’s just contagious. I hope that you would smile often from now on”

Lin Yanjun

Alright, I have no idea why she chose this pic of Yanjun. Clearly, you wanted to kill me huh, Aliya? Anyways, we’ll see what scenario I got

For this specific pic, since my dear friend wanted the boys to either be your guy friend/boyfriend, this is what I came up with. You and Yanjun were childhood friends; with Yanjun being like 4-5 years older and was the heir to a company which you decided to apply for. Of course, you still had to go through interviews and everything; Yanjun believes that you can never take the easy way out. 

However, the difference between you and your co-workers is that Yanjun would always asks you about your job at the end of the day which he knows that you worked hard since he heard it from your supervisor. Working under Yanjun was tough but he would never give you work that he knows you can’t handle and every now and then he would definitely treat you by taking you to your favourite restaurants/cafes at the weekend.

You have been working so hard and slowly climbed your way and was now Yanjun’s secretary. However, there were definitely some workers that were jealous of that. They’d be like “how can she become his secretary?” “just look at her! She doesn’t even look that good” and many more. But, it never really bothered you since you knew that dealing with those people are just a waste of your time and childish.

Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Sure, you tried your best to not care. But when those people started being physical, it was just too hard to handle. You were constantly dozing away and easily distracted that Yanjun himself became worried. He would asked you every now and then but you didn’t tell him, you didn’t want to bother him since he was basically “shouldering” your expenses.

But fear not!! One day, he finally caught the workers red-handed. You were just about to get lunch for both you and Yanjun when the elevator didn’t work and so, you took the stairs. However, those jealous workers caught you, some of them purposely bumped into you, making the food you brought fall onto yourself. But little did they know that Yanjun was passing by since he forgot to handover a document to his management team. At first, Yanjun was already ready to come in and fight. But when he saw that it was you, he didn’t hesitate one bit. He shouted at the workers, scaring them and you.

To say that the workers were scared was an understatement. Nope, they were petrified at this point. Yanjun was walking down the stairs, hands in his pockets and his gaze, colder than ever. He went to your side, asking you if you were alright but all you could do was let out a little hiccup. Noticing your state, Yanjun pulled you into a hug, looking back at the workers and told them that he’ll deal with them later and he hope that they have cleaned their belongings from the office.

“OI!! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!”

“Sshhh, are you alright? Is this why you’ve been dozing off lately?”

“J-jun...”

“ *sigh* I’ll deal with all of you later. Oh, and I hope that by the time I call you to my office, all of your belongings are packed”

“Is alright, I got you (Y/N). Please tell me the next time this happens”

“B-but...you just fired them?” 

“(Y/N)...you’re too sweet sometimes, you know that? I hope you know that things like this shouldn’t be taken lightly. I care about you, you know. Now c’mon, let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll order some food for us, your favourites, kay?”

HOW DO I WRITE SO LONG FOR HIM?! AND WITH THIS KIND OF SCENARIO!! AGGHHH CURSE MY WRITING

Zhu Zhengting

Mama Ting holding a big fluffy panda?! Welp, time to fly over to visit him (JK)

So, I feel that the two of you were hanging out all day, just a normal day of at your place, cooking, baking and watching TV shows/films all day when suddenly, the sun finally sets and it was night time. Since the both of you were too tired to cook, Zhengting suggested you guys have dinner at a nearby restaurant which of course, in the end, mama Ting paid for everything.

Whilst walking you back home, you both saw this place with a claw machine and you just so happen to see a huge panda in there. Determined to get it, you spent quite a pretty penny on it but failed to grabbed it. However, mama Ting decided to step in and get the doll for you. Which he finally did, after 7 tries.

“Th-the panda...Let me have the panda...please!!”

“Step aside (Y/N), I’ll get it for you!!”

“OMO!! TING!! YOU GOT IT!!”

“I GOT IT!!! Uhh, can I cuddle with it until we reached your home?”

“Is alright, since you got it, it should be yours”

“Eh?! Really?! I’M GOING TO GET TWO NEXT TIME!!”

Wang Ziyi

Can I say, Ziyi, multitasking to a new level man!!

So, for this pic, I thought that it’s been a while since you and Ziyi went out to grab a bite or catch up because he was very busy. However, since it was your birthday, he really didn’t want to cancel anymore plans. So, instead! He just cancelled meetings and all but he still brought a few work with him; works that he can easily finish in a short amount of time. Though he would apologise first-hand that he still had some unfinished business to take care of before you even got a chance to ask him.

“I’m really sorry that I had to bring some work with me today, (Y/N)”

“It’s fine Ziyi. I’m just happy that you even had the time to take me out”

“It’s your birthday. I wouldn’t miss it for anything else. Even though I’m technically somewhat working right now”

“I said it’s fine Ziyi. I’m happy that you’re here to spend the day with me”

“Aishh, you’re too nice (Y/N). Eh, eat up, the food will get cold! I just need to sign a few of these then I’m all yours for the day :)”

Xiao Gui

It’s been a while since I saw a soft Gui but hey!! I aint complaining!!

For Xiaogui, I feel that you finally graduated from university and was on your way back home. Well to be exact you were already back, it’s just that Xiaogui hasn’t had the time to see you. But!! He made it his mission that when he does see you, he would give you a surprise that you would never thought of.

He texted you saying that he had some free time and would like to meet up at the park that you guys used to hang out back in school. But little did you know that when you walked by the park, you saw Xiaogui, sitting on the stairs with a bouquet in his hands, a smile slowly formed on his face the minute you came into his sight.

“Kai (Wang Linkai, yea), wh-what’s all this? Are we going somewhere? OOH!! Is it for a special someone?”

“They sure are. You!”

“That’s...wait?! Me?! Wh-what?!” *cue blushing mess*

“Of course!! Congratulations on finishing your degree!! I’m proud of you (Y/N). Sorry that I have been very busy but, I wanted to do something special since you always send me something special. So, dinner?”

“I’d love to!! Thank you Kai!!”

You Zhangjing

Zhangjing in a suit!! YIKES!!! I NEED TO BREATHE!! PHEW!! OKAY!! ONTO THE SCENARIO!!

So, this is another slightly hard scenario to think of. But, here goes nothing. So, I imagine that you guys decided to have a date night since it has been a while you guys had like an actual proper date night. HECK!! Zhangjing even went all out and booked your favourite restaurant and brought out his suit for crying out loud!! Anyways, the date night, as you’d expect, was lovely. Zhangjing made sure that you get whatever food/drink you’d like then of course, Zhangjing being the responsible gentleman he is, brought you home. However, on you way back, you guys saw this bush with roses on them. And you know what Zhangjing did?

“Hey (Y/N)!!”

“Hmm? What is it Zhangjing?”

“Roses are red, violets are blue. I may not be able to rhyme but there is nothing prettier than you”

“OMG ZHANGJING!! STAWWPP!! Or more like, stop asking Yanjun for pick up lines for crying out loud!!”

[power-of-plot]

Armin Arlet x Fem! Reader. Oneshot. -Strong-

The first paragraph is purely a small introduction, just in case you wanna go straight to the fic :)

First of all, thanks for reading this! So! i often considered posting but i'm insecure, today i somehow got the confidence and courage to post -definitely not due to watching anime motivational speeches-. I wanted my first post to be something special so i dived deep down into my thoughts for a couple hours, i'm pretty happy with my choice so hope you enjoy it! My apologies if this sucks.

WARNINGS: Some sadness ig? -Armin being a pure soul. Fluff

Summary: Armin suddenly gets an injury during ODM gear training. After Reiner and his protective nature lend a helping hand, you see beyond the walls of his stoicism, people around him made his lack of strenght clear as day and he seemed to accept it but you never wondered if that caused him any pain at all. He needs to know everything has more than one meaning including what is called strenght, you gladly stay by his side to remind him different doesn't mean wrong.

Year 848 three years after the Colossal titan's misterious appearance, in Paradis Island Keith Shadis trained and yelled his lungs out at what soon would be the 104th Cadet Corps. Like any other day, the young cadets rutinarily trained to master the ODM gear, it all would have been the same as other sessions if it wasn't for Armin Arlet, your close and femenine looking friend who in a reckless (and failed-) attempt of proving himself strong to his group discretly tried performing a complex manouver resulting in him crashing into a tree. The few people ahead of him who stopped momentantarily to admire the manouever slowly resumed their way to the target they've had been assigned, just after a couple minutes of trying to walk bearing the pain the silhouette of someone along with the sound of gas and wires pulling something was getting closer by the second at the injured male. "Who's t-.. oh no.." Being around that person for so long made his oceanic eyes know who that brawny body and short blond hair belonged to inmediately, his deep voice shouting erased all the doubt. "Armin!" Reiner said rushing towards him as soon as his feet touched the the grass. As he looked for injuries, finding a twisted ankle, scrapes and bruises; Armin confirmed his suspicions: Reiner had dropped on what he was doing again just to help a single person. Right when he thought the guilt couldn't turn bigger he heard another familiar voice, this one belonged to a female. "Reiner! I saw you going back, what happened? Wait- Armin?!" Your voice turned alarmed after your (e/c) eyes catched a glimpse of your friend's characteristic golden hair, as if that would magically heal his injuries you rocketed towards your comrades at full speed. The crash- landing was rather ungraceful but it was merely trivial compared to an injured friend "(Y/N) are you-" Reiner held out his arms as he walked towards you but you ran past him leaving him standing alone with his arms opened like a rejected boy "Armin!!" You crouched down to him as it seemed he couldn't stand up, worrying you even more "...Hey (Y/N)... what are you..." His glance went lower as the guilt and shame's hand pushed his head down "What do you mean what am i doing? I noticed Reiner was going back from the front and i couldn't find you!- Hey what's wrong?" You asked after noticing a hint of sadness in his eyes, tilting your head and resting your forearms on your knees "Nothing, i must have hit my head that's all.." -because i dared prove something even myself knew full well- He replied blunty, making an adition mentally. His analytic mind was acting as a double ended weapon, either overnalyzing each and every one of his flaws or making the weight his frail shoulders were already carrying heavier. "Armin get on" Reiner said kneeling down turning his back to Armin so he could get on "Hm? It's not necessary, i-i'll just take my time to- ah!" Without further asking the muscular soldier turned around scooping your friend up from the ground into his arms bridal style, his eyes fixed on the grass and his lips released a soft sigh as embarrasment was displayed on his face. In other situation you'd have joked about how he looked cute being held like a baby but a hunch plus his face kept you completely from doing so. "You want to recover fast, don't you?" Reiner asked preparing his equipment to propulse himself again "Y-yeah but why.." "You'll only worsen your condition if you try walking, bear with it just for a while. Besides, what kind of soldier would i be if i left a friend behind knowing i can help him?" His hazel eyes noticed you were about to say something so he remained still to let you get close "It's okay don't be so hard on yourself i just crashed on the ground a moment ago, how did you call it the other day..? You didn't make a mistake, it was a happy accident! (Armin is Bob Ross.) How did you even find out about that manouever anyway?" "I've been analyzing the instructor's movements for a while now..." You deduced Reiner would take him to the infirmary wich he confirmed with a nod after you asked and so, it didn't take a single second for you to decide you'd go with them. The three of you flew and swung across the forest though it seemed like it only was you and Reiner, Armin was so quiet for a moment you even thought he was asleep.

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"..Thank you very much Reiner" The blond thanked him now lying on his bunk, his ankle was bandaged up and his minor injuries were treateed "No problem, don't do anything until you're sure it won't hurt you got it?" "Don't worry Reiner i'll keep an eye on him 'till he's good as new!" You said cheerfuly with a smile as you sat by Armin's side, not caring a bit you were of the few girls in there. Once Reiner walked to his own bunk with Bertholdt you turned to Armin with a curious look "So what're you thinking about, you've been very quiet so it must be serious. Any new interesting thing about the outside world?" "Not really." His response was blunt again, something was definitely on his mind otherwise you couldn't explain why he wasn't as talkative as always. As he quietly stared at the matress above him you tried figuring out what could be bothering the boy since it was a lost cause trying to make him say it, you learnt this after countless tries, thankfully you could always ask for some help with Mikasa; her skills at everything including reading people were so good it was almost frightening. She wasn't there at the time and you couldn't rely on the others forever, a small leap of faith wouldn't do any harm, would it? There was only one thing you could think of. "Armin you are not weak." Your (e/c) eyes looked straight into his blue ones, silence reigned between you two before he hummed softly as if trying to deny "Why so?" It was as you suspected, he was blaming himself for making a simple mistake (-rolling girl vibes- sorry xd). You sighed resting your back on the headboard as your hand gently grabbed his forearm "You know it's not a bad thing to make mistakes, it's an everyday thing" "If we do become actual soldiers we'll risk our and the other's lifes everyday. This training is hard to make us strong, to make sure we don't make a single mistake that could lead to a tragedy" "You are not weak Armin." Your voice reasured in a firmer but gentle tone, he believed in what he had proof of, you would give him the proof he needed. Before he had the chance to turn on his side your hand grabbed his shoulder, making you two lock glances again, for your surprise small tears were forming on the corner of his eyes "I'm sorry.." "D-don't apologize it's okay! Come on let me help you what are you..?" He sat up shaking his head refusing to let a word out even when the tears slipped down his cheeks, it was painful to see Armin weep yet not ask for help, you've had been told he was like this since his childhood but it still was hard to believe and who knows if his overthinking made dealing with things on his own easier, he wouldn't try comforting himself. You sighed placing your hand on his shoulder and moving your thumb caressing the skin beneath his clothes, small muffled sobs could be heard coming from him "After that day on Shinganshina.. hundreds of people were sent there as if they were able to fight the titans, they didn't care if they were kids or elders- my grandfather went in my place, i know it wouldn't have made much of a difference but" He made a pause to try making his breathing go back to normal and hold back his tears, leaving just a small trace under his eyes "But he raised me, he gave me a name.. and i simply let him go straight to his death- i didn't make any effort to tell him i would go because i was scared.." You had to lean closer to listen clearly to what he was saying since he didn't want to drag anyone's attention besides yours "Sometimes i wonder what kind of things must have he felt when he realised he'd die alone..? I want to become a soldier to keep that from happening again, even though i'm just one it'd make a difference if only i.. wasn't such a weak coward" As he spoke you could almost feel the weight of his guilt resting on your shoulders for a moment, had he always been hiding in a shell? Ever since he was a child? A tear sprouted from the corner of your eye imagining how many times he suffered silently. You put your finger to your lower lip as you analyzed what your next move should be, after all it was Armin you were talking about, not all words would have effect on him "Strenght... physical strenght is not the only important thing, YES it is important in a soldier but the mind also matters! I can't lie, you get scared easily but so do i!. What about the snake from the other day? Someone had to remove it from your leg after you paralyzed but you were brave enough to not kick or scream in panic" Let's accept it you sucked at motivational speeches, your attempts usuallly ended up making him chuckle but it was some progress taking in mind you had no idea how to comfort him at the beggining. This time was no exception, he grew a tender smile but it faded away in matter of seconds "Come on Armin, you may be a little slim but what you don't have here-" Your hands abruptly dropped on his arms specifying you refered to muscles, then, your middle finger poked his forehead making him flinch "You have it here" "..What was that f-" He was cut off by your finger presisng against his lips "Shush- you are smart, incredibly smart you just have to see it! We all fall on our butts and feel scared of small things sometimes but that is what makes us humans, if we didn't feel fear or anything at all we'd be just like the titans!" You felt impressed of your own words, the look on his face made it clear he echoed the feeling. You wathed him move with his hands towards you before pulling you into one of the warmest hugs you've ever experienced; he held you so close and tightly you could feel his heart beating against you. "Thank you." His head rested on the crook of your neck, the gold strings of his beatiful hair falling over his face and tickling your nape slightly. You corresponded the gesture by eveloping him into your arms, slowly moving your palm up and down on his back "No problem....... Christa-"

Oof! That was long, congratulations if you read the whole thing!

[robinisaghost]

animatic ideas :0 (ramble away, i would love to hear them!!)

mk thank you for enabling me, i will now be yelling

anyway

this is gonna be so obnoxiously long i am so sorry

can you add read more's on asks? eeeekkkk because this got so damn long lmao

mild dsmp spoilers obviously

this is the playlist, by the way

-im sorry boris (wilbur soot)

i think it would work really well with mmm slightly post lmanburg niki. andby slightly i mean. well when she leaves (that is the whole thing of the song gdfjkhgsdf) also side note at like 1 minute 11 on that song theres a discord notification really subtly in the background and it makes me paranoid every time i hear it. anyway god its such a nice song. even for just like. the end of lmanburg. not necesarily paired with a character, just the sense of leaving a place that was so highly populated before it got blown up twice and was like. the main part of the smp. yeah. anyway also the lines "they'll knock down the pubs before helping you...they'll let you jump under trains before helping you" yeah those four lines have big niki vibes but also i think the song could work well with exile tommy or actually even with the finale when tubbo is about to sacrifice himself? mmmmm yeah

-this is home (cavetown)

mmmm got exile tommy vibes innit. a lot of these have exile tommy vibes tbf i just like sad songs and also exile tommy. plus the song has a lot of like. the message is sort of like. changing yourself to appeal to others? like with "ill cut my hair to make you stare" but also the repeated thing of "ill figure out a way to get us out of here" which is clearly the main character of the song trying to help everyone when they are clearly not in a good way themself. yeah thats got big tommy vibes in general tbh but more like. pre finale tommy. i think he got a bit more independant after that.

-soldier poet king (the oh hellos)

ok this is self explanatory and has been done to death already but d a m n its kinda funky. anyway i had thoughts and actually started this but then lost motivation and deleted it all lmaooo. the only proof of its existance is a shitty storyboard in my draw which will hopefully never see the light of day again (unless anyone wants to see it :eyes:) anyway i had the thought of like. sbi? so soldier techno poet wilbur and king tommy. but tbf tommy and techno are kinda interchangeable with that, cos while techno is obviously the better fighter, tommy is used a lot, especially in lmanberg era and also i think he probably will be now that wilburs back

-pyjama pants (cavetown)

ok so i honestly dont remember why this is on the playlist but tbf this could go well with a bunch of characters. thinking like. phil and wilbur? or wil and tommy, or tubbo and ranboo are two that like. i know for a fact that i did not put the song on the playlist specifically for them but god thinking about it now it works so well with them

-boys will be bugs (cavetown)

OH BOY THERES A LOT OF CAVETOWN ON HERE HUH (i feel like that probably says something about me but shhhhhh we dont need to talk about that) ANYWAY

I think this could probably work really well with tommy? because of the whole like. trying really hard to come across as not caring about others, but really being like. very vunerable. but at the same time it could go really well with wilbur for the same reasons. also the song fucks ok cant deny it. to be fair i think it works better with tommy, because he's younger and also he really likes bugs (unless i am mistaken) which is just a cool coincidence but still)

-brother (kodaline)

FUCKKKKKKKKKKK THIS WORKS SO WELL WITH SO MANY CHARACTERS AND IS ALSO ***SO ANGSTY*** WHAT

anyway

i added it because of tommy and tubbo because holy shit, but also it could work very very well with wilbur and tommy, techno and wilbur, probably techno and tommy, and oh my god i just thought of this but this would work so well with phil and techno!!!! but yeah i originally thought tommy and tubbo because i thought it was a funny coincidence with exile tommy waking up underwater, and theres a line that says "if you were drowned at sea, id give you my lungs so you could breathe" and like. just thinking about the compasses especially. me gusta.

-feel better (penelope scott)

fundy. that is all.

no ok this works well with fundy but also probably karl sapnap and quackity, and also very much wilbur, like it works well with both. just mainly fundy idk why its got big fundy vibes tho. very poggers.

-as the world caves in (matt maltese)

ok but like this goes very very well with the explosions of lamberg. either of them. i think probably the first one is better, but i think it goes well with both. probably the first one, because it was way more emotional i think? cos it was the first time that their homes had been destroyed and everything, but also because it was so personal, because wilbur was the one who did it. i think that also it would work well if it was set during the explosion but also focussed on different facets? so like. one bit about wilburs perspective, one bit about tommys, one about phils, one about fundys maybe? idk just a bunch of lmaburg citizens' povs for this. its good. as the world caves in is a song that can be so gender tbh.

-do you hear the people sing? (les mis)

obvious obvious obvious...... but like..... also tbh it goes well with a bunch of things. like, mmmmm wilbur in pogtopia. the butcher army. lmaburg independance war (obviously ghdskj) but yeah. also this song just goes so hard like b r u h

-wolf in sheeps clothing (set it off, william beckett)

SO MANY OF THESE ARE LIKE. PRETTY OBVIOUS IF YOUVE HEARD THE SONG

but yeah. it would go so well with like. well any betrayal basically. so eret, from tommys pov maybe, or about wilbur from nikis pov, or wilbur from anyone pov tbf, or quackity from charlie/purpled/foolish/sams pov, or sam from tommys pov, really it works well with so many people which says a lot about the characters tbh but shhhhhhhhhhhh

-need you here (idkhow)

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

mk mk mk mk FUNDY AND WILBUR THO

like b r u h that works so well with them

also i started this one as well but didnt like it, theres a story board in my draw as well for it because like. oh my god its such a good idea i just am shit at animating and don't have a decent enough program :')

also also

the line "daddy has to go, and that makes me sad, but daddy will always come back, he promised" fuckkkkkk that works so well with like. say for example, idk, when they're celebrating schlatts death and wilbur leaves to press the button? the sheer fucking angst of that is enough to kill any one person istg that is in fact the entire reason why i started the animatic in the first place. just that line. also all the lines sung by the child voice. fuckin angsty as hell. also ust generally a banging song, as is every idkhow song

-green (cavetown)

another cavetown song huh. ok sure.

mk so wilbur and sally and fundy. like. for a start, the imagry of a fish at the start? boom sally.

anyway the lines "you looked so good in green, i hope you're well, and you look so good with him, (schlatt ig?) and I'm proud of you still (wilburrrr and fundyyyy) i miss your perfect teeth, i was too blunt, i hope you feel happy, that's all I want"

FUCKKKK

the whole song is about missing someone you used to love and only hoping the best for them!!!! and wishing that they are happy and safe!!!!!!!!!!! and hoping they still think about you!!!!! but even if they dont its fine because all you want is for them to be happy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-achilles come down (gang of youths)

OK I THOUGHT IT COULDNT GET ANGSTIER

so like. tw suicide but thats what the entire song is about and bing bang boom i just think it works so so so so so so so well with not only exile tommy (who obviously did try to kill himself) but also wilbur in a slightly more metaphorical way? so like. his self destructive habits leading him to a point where he had no choice other than to kill himself and to take his country down with him. and its all about other characters trying to help them and persuade them not to but also near the end there is a second voice trying to persuade them to go along with it, which im thinking like. if its wilbur, either dream or maybe just himself. his own brain persuading him to continue down the path that would inevitably lead to his and his countries destruction. also it works well with schlatt for the same reasons, except he doesnt want to die. maybe (since the song is so goddamn long) like. one verse for tommy one for wilbur and one for schlatt? dead gang poggg but also like. the verses cover fairly different things which work with one character but not so much the others, for example the first verse would be tommy because its mainly about persuading the person to not kill themself (which tommy did himself but shhh) the second for schlatt because its literally about drinking and smoking away your problems, and the third for wilbur since its more of a fight between the "good" and the "bad" sides, which is obviously what wilbur was experiencing. also obviously i have a soft spot for this song because its string instruments and french, basically my favourite combination ever (also i like his voice idfk lmao)

ANYWAY THATS ALL THE SONGS ON THERE SO FAR

i literally thought of another song while i was in the shower today but i dont remember which it was but a n y w a y the playlist will most definitely be getting longer, especially since there are so many more songs that are good for this but i just havent added them yet lmao. anyway ive been writing this for like an hour gsdfjhgdhfsg but still oh my god this was fun to write

[visceraah]

The sound of music

(aka i’m so sorry for naming it after a musical it has nothing to do with dkjsdjksdjk names are hard)

My gift for @anianthe for @sanderssidesgiftxchange

Rating- Teen cause i’m incapable of not writing wayyy more swears then are necessary-

WC- 2947

Ship- Just Virgil interacting w the other sides,, feel free to interpret romantically if you want!

Warnings- not really any! Remus shows up briefly so.. beware of that. and ig Virgil is also kinda mean bUT he does it affectionately.

AO3

-

“We’re having a movie night!”

Virgil blinked. Took off his his headphones which, unfortunately, hadn’t been playing anything- he wore them out of habit, sometimes- meaning he heard everything his stupid best friend just said.

“No, we aren’t.”

Roman flopped down on his bed without waiting for any indication it was okay, something Virgil was all too used to. “We are now.”

Virgil sighed heavily and pushed Roman with his foot, trying to roll him off the bed. He didn’t budge. “And if I don’t want to?”

“Pleaseeee?” Roman employed the puppy dog eyes and Virgil knew already this was a losing battle. Ugh.

“I get to pick the movie.”

Roman perked up immediately, coming to sit next to him. “Yes! Okay! Just- Disney?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, wondering if Roman was capable of consuming content made by anyone else. He was beginning to doubt it. “Nightmare Before Christmas, then.”

“Predictable.” Roman murmured smugly, and he elbowed him.

“You want this movie night or not?”

“Okay, okay! I yield!” Roman cried, clutching his ribs. Virgil was pretty sure he was more upset at the prospect of a cancelled movie night then the ‘pain’ he was overplaying right now.

“Okay.” Virgil agreed, smugly, and set the movie on.

He’d seen it a million times already, which for most people would only make it boring by now- but Virgil found comfort in familiar things. Plus, that animation! He could happily watch it a million more times- and, honestly, probably would.

That meant he had it memorised, though, and soon enough he was singing along to the introduction under his breath. He listened along contently, until an unfamiliar third voice joined the chorus, and he startled, looking to the side. “Roman?”

Roman stared back, raising an eyebrow at him. “... Hi.”

“Were you singing along?”

Romans eyes flicked between Virgil and the screen, where the movie was still playing, in confusion. “Yes, Dr Gloom? Look, I know what a downer you love to be, but these pipes can’t stay closed all the time! They need exercise- and, the world deserves- neigh, needs to hear them!”

Virgil huffed at the dramatics, although it was fond. “I never said it was a problem, Sir Sing-a-lot, I’m just surprised.”

“One, that’s not an insult and I’m absolutely using that,” Roman retorted, “And two… It’s Disney! One of their best! Do you really expect me to not know the words?”

Virgil snorted, but he had to admit, he couldn’t disagree with that. “Whatever, nerd.”

Roman gasped, somehow seeming more upset than when Virgil had elbowed him. Of course that’d be what got to him. “I am not! I’m a prince- a very princely prince! Not-”

“Whatever you say, prince of the nerds.” Virgil hummed out, smirking to himself. Maybe Roman bursting in out of nowhere wasn’t so bad… This time. He still hated surprises and would not be convinced to do this again. He said that every time

-

Being Romans best friend, unfortunately, had its side effects. One was unplanned, unannounced Disney marathons he had no choice but to roll with. Another was actually listening to his musicals so often he learned to like them, too.

For all he said about Hamilton being overrated (and Romans reaction was priceless every time), he had to admit it was good. A little fast for him to keep with, but he rarely sang along to his songs anyway, preferring to hum quietly unless he was really in the mood.

He liked keeping his music to himself, too- he didn’t want to annoy anyone, so he always wore headphones- but sometimes he just wanted to drown the world out, and they went to full volume. Worked a treat to drown everyone out, but plenty audible to everyone else in the room. Sometimes, though, they’d just have to live with it.

Today was one of those days, where Virgil didn’t want to speak to anybody and had the volume to show it. He was playing one of Princeys musicals, too, humming along to ‘my shot’ no matter how different it was to his normal taste. He nodded in acknowledgement as he passed Logan on his beeline for the fridge, planning on grabbing the easiest and least healthy snack possible.

Retreating with his bag of marshmallows in hand- he was pretty sure they weren’t meant to be in the fridge, but they were imaginary, so maybe nothing needed to go in the fridge. Holy shit.

He pulled the headphones back, opening his mouth to ask Logan's opinion, when he heard a sound that made him freeze in his tracks.

Logan was rapping along to himself. And well. Jesus, how had he forgotten about that? He stared, still in disbelief, and Logan awkwardly trailed off when he noticed his gaze. “Ah, you could hear me.”

“Yeah, I just wanted to ask… Doesn’t matter. Holy shit, Lo, you’re amazing.”

Logan flushed slightly, looking down at the table. “I simply have an appreciation of the genre, and Hamilton has some particular, uhm- how would you say? ‘Bangers’.”

Virgil laughed, slipping into the seat opposite him and taking the headphones off completely. “Dude, I’ve spent enough time with Roman to know having an ‘appreciation’ doesn’t mean you can pull something off.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, clearly fighting back a smile. “I am not sure he’d appreciate you saying that.”

“Eh, I’ve said it to his face before- and will again.” Virgil dismissed, feeling his lips turn up as well. “Why don’t you do it more?”

Logan shrugged, adjusting his glasses awkwardly. “It is hardly a logical skill for me to have, so it simply… Hasn’t come up.”

“Ro doesn’t need an excuse for songs to ‘come up’ before he starts singing them.” Virgil pointed out, and Logan chuffed.

“No, he certainly doesn’t. But we are different people.”

Virgil laughed, nodding. “You could say that again.”

“Oh. Alright, we are differen-”

“It’s an expression, dude. Come on.” Virgil interrupted, sounding nothing but fond as Logan widened his eyes in realisation.

“A highly illogical one, but alright. I can add it to my flashcards to avoid further confusion.” He decided, pulling out his deck there and then to add to. He paused when he heard the crackling of a plastic bag pulled open, looking up as Virgil helped himself to a marshmallow. “Please do not tell me you intend on consuming that entire bag.”

“Maybe.” Virgil held it out, grinning now. “Want one?”

“A key ingredient is gelatin, created by boiling down a pig or cows bones, skin, ligaments or tendons.” Logan deadpanned, and Virgil almost threw the whole bag away in disgust before he remembered,

“But they’re imaginary!”

Logan titled his head. “I suppose so.”

“Actually, I was thinking…” Virgil began, curious about how the fridge actually worked. Soon enough Logan was in a full-fledged rant about mindscape food, and half of it went over his head, but he didn’t mind listening. It was interesting, after all.

-

Whatever concerns Virgil had about not bothering anyone with his music, the other sides didn’t share them. Roman didn’t hesitate to sing whatever came to mind as it came to mind, offering full renditions of his favourite musical tracks daily, Logan could be heard humming to himself as he worked, Remus had no restraint about… Anything, really, and this was no different, Janus wasn’t exactly considerate, and Patton- Patton was the worst at all.

He wandered the mindscape belting out whatever was in his head at the moment which, as a father figure, was always old, tacky, and bad. They’d learned to ignore it for the most part, but some of the songs he played… Some of them were just unforgivable. And, sitting on the couch as Patton tidied up a little, Virgil had left himself completely at their mercy.

“JOLENE-”

Virgil pulled his hoodie over his ears, wishing he’d brought his headphones. Or just not left his room. “Please, no.”

“Jolene, Jolene, Joleeeeeeeene, I’m begging of you please don’t take my man-”

“Pain, Padre. This is causing me physical pain.” Virgil groaned, slamming his head back in an attempt to make it all stop. Unfortunately, the sofa was soft, and he just bounced back. Eurgh.

“Awh, cmon kiddo! I’m just singing. You could always join me.” Patton chirped, rearranging the same jar for the fourth time in three minutes.

“I might die.” Virgil deadpanned, staring Patton dead in the eyes, and he giggled.

“Don’t be silly… Come on, my music isn’t that bad!”

Virgil couldn’t quite believe his ears. Maybe they were still bleeding from being subjected to Dolly Parton. “You listen to dad music.”

“Well, yeah, but what else did you expect from your pops-”

Virgil groaned louder, shaking his head. “I- whatever. When’d you even start listening to country music?”

“Nico likes it!” Patton replied, brightly, and Virgil bristled.

“That’s it, Thomas has to break it off.”

It took Patton a second to recognize Virgil was joking, and he started laughing. “Don’t be so judgy! I listen to your music- in fact, I quite like being cautious in the disco.”

“Oh my god.” Virgil pulled his hood down further over his eyes, the secondhand embarrassment hitting him full force. “You’re so old.”

“Now, I know I’m no spring chicken, but that’s hardly a nice thing to say-”

“We are all the same age.” Logan interjected as he walked through the room, gone before Virgil could try and drag the only other sane one around him to his aid.

“Look, Patt- I love you, but Dolly is too far.” Jesus, Virgil was spending too much time with Roman. Dramatic ultimatums weren’t his style at all.

“... How about Country Roads?”

“Jesus Christ.” Virgil sunk further back into the sofa, hoping it’d just swallow him and his smile.

-

“I wanna play a song.”

“Get your own headphones.”

“But yours are so loud, they’re basically speakers! You ever turn them up to full volume while they’re on? How loud are they? Oooh, reckon they could rupture your eardrums so blood would bubble out your ears and trail down your face-”

“Stop.” Virgil interrupted with a grimace, before Remus’ imagination could go anywhere gorier. They’d been at this for ten minutes and his answer hadn’t wavered once. “It’s a no, alright? Just… Go away.”

Remus huffed loudly and dropped onto the sofa next to Virgil. Great. “What do you want?”

“Hmmm… Oh, I can do a list!” Remus declared, and before Virgil could tell him please, god, don’t, he was off. “A pony- to disembowel so I can use its guts for ritual purposes, that one dick in a Russian erotica museum they claim is Rasputins and has magical fertility powers, for Barry Bee Benson to be real so I can fu-”

“Alright!” Virgil shuddered and disconnected his headphones. He didn’t know what Remus wanted to do with a literal bee, and he liked it that way. “There.”

Remus grinned a grin with far too many teeth, just a little too sharp, and Virgil rolled his eyes, waiting for whatever monstrosity he was about to hear.

 There’s some whores in this house, there’s some-

“You did not just play WAP!” Virgil punched Remus in the arm, pulling his headphones off “You- I swear to God, don’t do the dance.”

Remus was already halfway stood up and Virgil quickly pulled him back down. He’d never wanted Remus to stay sat next to him more in his life. (To be fair, it wasn’t something he felt often.)

“But I already know it!”

“Of course you do.” Virgil grumbled, glancing over at Remus. “Why do you have to play… This, up here?”

“Jannie’s kicked me out, you know how he is.”

Virgil blinked at him, regretting what he was about to say before the words even left his mouth. “If I get him to back off, will you keep your music to the dark side?”

“That’s not fun, though! Ooh, wait, Logan likes rap, doesn’t he? Reckon he’d like to see the dance?”

Virgil stared at Remus blankly. “Please, say that was a joke.”

“It wasn’t! If you wanna hear one, though… Ooh, ok. Two kids walk into a hospice- ”

“No.” Virgil interrupted again, although even he had to snort a little at how ridiculous it was. Even if it was also deeply, deeply twisted. “I- look, I’m gonna do it.”

Remus tilted his head further then looked natural. Virgil was pretty sure he heard a crack. “Thought you hated me and Double Dee.”

“I- I’m just doing this for my sanity, alright? And Logans.” Virgil snapped back, avoiding meeting his eyes.

Avoiding things didn’t work with Remus, though, and soon enough he was uncomfortably close, peering right at Virgil with that unsettling grin. “Awww, Purps is being nice to us.”

“Shut up.” Virgil hissed, sinking out before Remus could pry any further. Creativity was so pushy, Jesus.

-

Virgil shuddered. He hadn’t been in the dark side of the mindscape in years and, after so long of the bright upstairs, the dark walls felt a little claustrophobic. He just needed to make this quick.

He strode down the hallway, trying to squash the growing nervousness in his stomach. What was the worst that could happen?

… Literally the worst thing he could’ve asked himself, he realised, speeding up subconsciously. So much could go wrong, while he was down here, and he didn’t even know where Deceit was, what if he tripped and fell and broke something and nobody would-

Piano, faint, made him stop in his tracks.

He wasn’t really an expert in classical music, but this had to be one of the more famous pieces, because he’d definitely heard it before. It was good, though, Mozart or something. Pretty difficult, too.

Exactly the kind of pretentious shit Deceit would play, and kick Remus out to enjoy. (Although Virgil couldn’t really blame him for that second part). Emboldened now he knew he wasn’t alone, and could make some jokes about what a snob he was, Virgil entered the room the sound was coming from.

He paled, because in front of him sat Deceit. At a piano. Playing the song.

“Since when do you play.”

Deceit only glanced up at Virgil, the melody smooth even with the interruption. He hated to admit it, but it was impressive. “Things have been quiet. I had time.”

“Quiet? With Remus?”

“I made things quiet.” Deceit amended, shrugging nonchalantly. Knowing him, it had probably been meant to sound as murder-y as it did. Didn’t stop Virgil from shuddering, anyway, serving as the perfect reminder of just how desperately he wanted to leave.

“Alright, look- whatever plan or plot this is, or is covering up, I don’t care.”

Deceit sighed, looking up at Virgil without faltering the music once. Jesus, he actually was good. “You’re right, I’m incapable of having any interests whatsoever without there being some deep, sinister plot behind it. You’ve spotted my evil plan.”

“I- alright, sarcasm’s meant to be for something obviously not true! That could be true!” Virgil protested, already feeling like he was losing this.

Deceit just raised an eyebrow at him in response, and Virgil instinctively hissed back, feeling more and more like he was backed into a corner.

Deceit had the nerve to laugh at him. “It’s been a while since you’ve done that.”

“It’s been a while since I’ve had to talk to anyone so- so-” Virgil groaned, glaring at Deceit. “Stop playing that stupid thing, would you?”

“Alright.” Deceit agreed, and Virgil waited. He kept waiting. The piano continued and after an excruciating minute of listening for an end, he cursed. Why had Virgil assumed he’d be honest?

“Dick.”

“That is my legal name.” Deceit agreed dryly, and Virgil rolled his eyes. He was impossible to talk to.

“Look, just let Remus back down. He’s probably scarring Logan as we speak.”

Deceit smiled at the thought, looking back down at the keys as he played them. “I never said he couldn’t be down here. Oh, and I’m sure there’s /nothing/ about ‘scarring’ Logan that could’ve appealed to him.”

“What, so Remus lied?” Virgil crossed his arms. Remus was plenty of things, but one of them was painfully, brutally, upfront and honest. “That’s your thing.”

“Not lied.” Deceit tutted, like scolding a child for not knowing something they should have. Virgil clenched his fists. “Just… Was dramatic.”

Virgil tried to figure out what he meant before realising it meant literally nothing, and he glared at Deceit. “Stop being so cryptic for five seconds and tell me, Jesus.”

“I wasn’t aware you cared about him so much.” Deceit smirked, and Virgil threw his arms up in exasperation.

“I’m trying to get rid of him!”

Deceit snickered but finally, mercifully, seemed to have already had his fun. “I didn’t tell him to get out if he couldn’t just be quiet and not…” His smile faltered… “Dance on the piano.”

Yeah, that expression was priceless. Virgil laughed as Janus furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Just… Nevermind.” Virgil was pretty sure imagining that scene playing out was enough entertainment to last him weeks. And a reminder that honestly… Remus didn’t cause as much chaos as he gave him credit for. He was all bark… And plenty of bite, too, but nothing too permanent. “Keep playing, or whatever.”

“You aren’t going to demand I fetch the Duke?”

“He’s not a dog.” Virgil dismissed, resisting a smile at Deceit’s murmured ‘ehhhhh’. “He’ll come back when he wants to. And Logan can look after himself.”

“Amazing.” Deceit sighed heavily. “You wasted my time for nothing, then.”

Virgil could be proud of that, at the very least. He grinned in way of response, sending Deceit a nod before he sunk out.

[butterbeeryuta]

yoonoh as your boyfriend

a/n: alrighHHt so this was requested a loooong time ago, and i just keep forgetting to do this, BUT HERE it is. i’m so so so sorry to the person who requested this, you’ve waited for such a long time. 

okay so let’s talk about how the two of you met shall we

so you worked as a designer for stationeries, and it was your first day at work

and ofc you were late

so there you were, running from the bus stop to the work place

may god bless your laptop

you had no food, you woke up late, you weren’t sure if your clothes were appropriate for work, and you also weren’t sure if you had everything you needed

great start sis

you were 15 minutes late, so you didn’t care about anything else. you HAD to get to your table so you nyOOooonGEd to the elevator, and pressed the button to your floor

‘hey can you wait up please?’ 

but you were late, so you didn’t care

‘sorry, but i’m really late right now. IM SORRY.’

once the elevator door closed, you sighed to yourself, thinking of ways to apologise to whoever you have to say sorry to

so yeah, you got out, got to your assigned desk as you placed all of your stuff

‘Ms./Mr. L/N’

Oh shit

hold on, that voice was familiar wasn’t it

you looked up at the person, and it happened to someHoW be that buy that asked you to wait for him to enter the elevator

And you just happen to notice, he was pretty

REALLY pretty

And tall

And now that you think about it, his voice is pretty too

tf is he working here for 

‘Oh! You! Oh I’m very sorry I didn’t wait for you, listen I was late and I didn’t want the manager to be too mad cause it’s my first day and all, but please don’t tell himー'

‘Well you sort of straight up told me you were late so I guess I can’t do much about this I already know, but hey I’m not made. But I must say, you should’ve waited for a bit, you were already late anyway, right Ms./Mr. L/N?’ 

Oh my god

Oh my fucking god

DID YOU JUST CALL YOUR BOSS ‘Oh! You!’

SKJSJKDJNDOWENOIN

you wanted to die, you wanted the world to swallow you alive, THIS IS NOT OKAY ON YOUR FIRST DAY

‘I-I... Okay, please don’t fire me’

....

.....

............

you know jaehyun’s deep and loud laugh?

yeah he did that

and you were confused af

‘God no I won’t fire you, it’s not everyday I get entertained this much by me employee. Anyway, I came here to introduce you to the rest of the team, and I’ll be giving you your first project. So here’s your iPad in which you’ll be designing things on, and this is your ID card for identification purposes, as well as discounts for food and stationery in...’

whichever god(ess) was on your side that day, you thanked him or her internally for saving your ass

5 MONTHS LATER 

so you had a sales-pitch meeting with the board, including your boss, jung yoonoh, but he also likes to be called jaehyun

and if it wasn’t clear with your character, you were a mess

you were very nervous since you were initiating your idea of including more planners/diaries that with time slots and designs that included things from different subject areas like chemistry, biology, business management, psychology, and more. you just wanted something students can use effectively for their study routines, especially if it relates to their area of study.

so yes, a lot of people and you talking? yeah only wizards can do that in ur opinion

but despite your nervousness, you still managed to somewhat explain your ideas with a few slips here and there until you made eye contact with your boss

he was smiling at you

his eyes were paying a lot of attention to you

and for some reason, you felt really calm and you continued to give your presentation in a somewhat smooth manner

once you said your thank yous, thankfully, they clapped for you whereas jaehyun continued to clap  with that award-winning smile

you felt weird, but it was a good type of weird. weird in a sense that your tummy felt a lot of tingles

and you were judging yourself for it. you weren’t sure why you were feeling like this considering that you’ve seen your boss smile on so many different occasions 

once people began to leave the room, you started packing up your stuff, you know, the cleaning part

but ofc, jaehyun didn’t leave at all

‘good job today, you did really well’

and the weird feeling just HAD to return

all you could do was smile and softly laugh, unsure of how to exactly respond to compliments, and I honestly do NoT blame you for that

‘it’s not much really, but thank you Mr. Jungー'

‘call me jaehyun, or yoonoh if you’d like’

what?

wHat?

NaNi????

‘hm?’

you mentally slapped yourself for saying that out loud to him, he’s your fucking boss get you shit together you awkward mess

‘my name? you can call me that you know?’ he says, unsure himself if he was asking a question about his own identity or not

so you just shook your head a little, trying to tell your tall and gorgeous boss that he didn’t have to do that

‘no no no, it’s fine. you’re my boss, I should be calling you Mr. Jung’ because that is what employees have to do

he sighed, slowly making his way over you

and because you just had to be you, you sort of, panic? thinking that you’ll get fired for displeasing him. basically back to day 1 of the two of you meeting.

will you get fired? will he place you in another department with another team manager? will be stop you from your project? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

chill no he just gonna confess he likes you 

he made his way, lowering himself down to your height until your eyes met

‘okay, but what if i ask you out for dinner or something, will you then call me by my first name?’

HAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHHAHAAH

did he? does her srsly think you’re that great of a person to be dated?

‘uhhh what? i’m sorry but, you can’t be serious right?’ he HAS to be joking

though a part of you wishes he really does like you because mcfuck you like him and you found out today when your tummy did shit from juSt a smile

he instead laughs at you, and pulls you in for a soft and sweet kiss

well i guess he likes you sjdksdjksdjksjd

the moment the two of you pulled away, he couldn’t help but laugh at your flushed state

you were REd. your boss, your tall gorgeous kind boss just kissed and said he likes you. you are living the actual y/n dream. 

‘okay wow so you weren’t joking’

*face palm*, you’re a legit mess sweetie

but ig that’s what jaehyun likes about you. you say things on your mind, and you’re intelligent and determined to do your best. 

after that day, jaehyun and you got together, and let me just say, he’s the best boyfriend ever, but he can be such an ass from time to time

whenever you come in for work there’s a cup of hot coffee there for you along with a sticky note on it, and it’s cute

then the sticky note says ‘you’re late again’

now he’s an ass

then dinner dates! my god, he likes fancy ass places so much, and you feel bad cause he never lets you pay??? idk ya’ll be going to some hyatt hotel level restaurants and he casually pays for your dinner like that????

and whenever you try to say smth against it, he goes like ‘no no you can pay me back with a kiss, it’s alright’

and i swear he deliberately does it cause you blush madly and stutter, he likes it so much cause he finds you so adorable

ig that hardest thing jaehyun has to deal with is that since he’s your boss, he sometimes has to turn your ideas down and makes you redo things despite how hard you worked

and you do get hurt when he does, and though you know he’s saying that because it’s his job, you sometimes don’t talk to him for a bit cause again, it’s hurtful

and jaehyun does feel bad, but he also knows that it’s job to do so

but, you eventually come to your senses and apologise to him for your behaviour, whereas he holds you against his chest and kisses your temple, telling you it’s alright and that he’ll try to guide you better

have i talked about cuddling?

A BIG ASS TEDDY BEAR

he isn’t really a fan of pda, but once the two of you are together, he loves attacking you with cuddles and soft kisses

and though sometimes you do want your personal space, his presence is just warm and comfy. you have to like him. 

‘you know i’m so lucky to have you’ he whispers against your ear

‘i know, and i’m glad you’re mine too’

[skleton]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙆𝙀𝙇𝙀𝙏𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙇𝙊𝙎𝙀𝙏 — y’all… this shit is a mess, but we’re doin it. i’m emily, i’m 21, from the est timezone, and i use she / her pronouns. this dumpster fire is darcy, aka the skelly in the closet, and i would like to formally apologize for her in advance. enjoy !

her bio is on the last tab of her theme if anyone would like to read... yes the subtitles ARE in code, and there’s a few easter eggs regarding the subtitles too. if anyone figures them out u will have my eternal admiration and love.

name: darcy kovac.

age: twenty-one.

gender: cisfemale.

pronouns: she/her/hers.

major & year: mathematics, fourth year.

faceclaim: sophie turner.

occupation: barista at bean me up.

BACKGROUND ! tw for death, stalking, and mentions of violence & drug addiction.

darcy is That Girl. she’s a meanie ( sorry 😩 ), very unconcerned by the feelings of others, and like ms joan jett, she does Not care about her bad reputation

SO to start us off

born n bred in new york new york baby, and you better believe she’s kept that new york attitude ever since

all was hunky dory for the first parts of her childhood, filled with dollar slices and nosebleed seats in yankee stadium

but one day, baby darcy stumbled upon the fact that her dad was addicted to opioids, confessed her concerns a week later to her guidance counselor, and promptly found herself yeeted to hemlock when she told her mom what she’d done

she was big upset about this change ofc, and received approx 0 explanation beyond a big ol lie about the suburbs being ‘safer’. darcy vc ok mom we could’ve just gone to jersey but go off abt fucking illinois ig

cue darcy being a BRAT

angry about the secrets and the move, feeling unduly punished only for her concern for her father, she started lashing out, doing a complete 180 from a relatively good, quiet kid to an angry, rebellious one

her relationship w her parents deteriorates p awfully over the next few years, and it’s just... sad. she was always particularly close w her mom as a kid, and her mom tells her you’re breaking my heart and it’s SAD

at 16, she starts receiving anonymous letters, and it becomes clear pretty quickly that she’s got a stalker, and we hate to see it

this continues on for months with little assistance from the police, and when she starts receiving photos of herself in her own room, she takes matters into her own hands

yes, this means darcy waits outside her house with a baseball bat every night for weeks on end. yes, this also means she beats the shit out of her stalker, so... props to u darcy

needless 2 say, mr stalker does not come around anymore

at some point in high school, darcy had a big argument with her mom, saying some awful things to her. these, of course, were the last things she said to her before her mom was killed in a car accident, and the guilt has practically eaten her alive ever since

from then on, it’s been much of the same. she was a Bad Girl in high school, and she’s still a Bad Girl today

as for melanie, darcy was NOT a fan. big time not a fan. she met her once her dad started dating melanie’s mom, and it was all downhill from there. in darcy’s eyes, she feels like her dad has moved on and replaced her and her mom with melanie and her family, so it’s just... not a fun time all around.  

one of the few good things in her life is a local girls’ baseball team, the bears ! darcy fondly calls em the bad news bears, and she’d fully die for them. ppl hate playing her team bc she’s easily the meanest coach in the league, but the girls adore her and she always takes them out for pizza after. that’s all thank u for coming to my ted talk

PERSONALITY / HEADCANONS !

SO. after all of the above, we have a bitter and angry girl, full of simmering resentment that’s turned into the worst kind of toxic cocktail

like i said, darcy is Mean. she’s sarcastic, foul-mouthed, does not care about consequences in the slightest. she’ll burn bridges at the drop of a hat

the only time she’s ever even REMOTELY soft is with her bears so. gluck w that

something she does a lot is calculating the odds of things like... just for the hell of it. girl is constantly doing equations in her head, half bc she’s a freak who thinks it’s fun and half out of pure habit at this point

the BIGGEST hoe for the yankees. the only reasons she goes home are for weekly dinners / opportunities to raid her dad’s drawers, and yankees games. it’s p much the only way she and her dad can sit down for a couple hours without darcy blowing up

she’s the worst barista at bean me up. she’ll make your drink wrong on purpose and then glare at u until you take it anyway. i’m so sorry

WANTED CONNECTIONS !

friends !! i mean... darcy is Awful but if anyone wants to put up w her we will accept SDGJLSDG

someone she’s actually genuinely soft for bc goddamn bitch calm down

on the opposite end of the spectrum, BAD friends. darcy is mean and petty and i’d love someone for her to pal around with who’s just as mean as she can be

hookups !!! anyone and everyone. she ain’t picky and she’s always horny.

she’s a Lot so someone who isn’t a fan is absolutely likely. gimme someone she rubs the wrong way, and it’s bad

make this bitch fall in love i swear to god. do it.

[loisfreakinglane]

sansa stark

W O W WOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW OKAY YOU ASKED FOR IT

I’M HERE TO RAMBLE NONSENSICALLY

favorite thing about them

god literally everything how do you expect me to choose. okay okay okay for today i’m gonna kind of maybe cheat and say that my favorite thing about her is being inside her brain. i love her point of view more than anything else in the whole series. how she thinks, how she grows and what she believes, the things she chooses to say and the things she keeps to herself. her tiny rebellions maintained behind a wall of courtesy, her quiet courage. and then an added layer of snarkiness and flirtatious manipulation when she’s alayne stone.

least favorite thing about them

i could say her naivete and her strict adherence to social protocols, because of how that ruined her childhood relationships with arya and jon, but i can’t even consider those least favorite things because i LOVE those parts of her, I love that she’s had such a huge character arc. that she’s not a perfect person, that she had to grow and learn and UNlearn a lot of things

favorite line

WELL I CAN’T STOP AT ONE OBVIOUSLY

“All it would take was a shove, she told herself. He was standing right there, right there, smirking at her with those fat wormlips. You could do it, she told herself. You could. Do it right now. It wouldn’t even matter if she went over with him. It wouldn’t matter at all.”

“They are children, Sansa thought. They are silly little girls, even Elinor. They’ve never seen a battle, they’ve never seen a man die, they know nothing. Their dreams were full of songs and stories, the way hers had been before Joffrey cut her father’s head off. Sansa pitied them. Sansa envied them.”

“I could close my eyes. The mule knows the way, he has no need of me. But that seemed more something Sansa would have done, that frightened girl. Alayne was older, and bastard brave.”

“She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell.”

“She drew the knife and held it before her with both hands. “Are you going to stab me?” Dontos asked. “I will,” she said. “Tell me who sent you.””

“I hope you joust better than you talk. […] Should we ever wed, you’ll have to send Saffron back to her father. I’ll be all the spice you’ll want.”

and a show only line tragically cut from the final product? “I don’t know any songs. Not anymore.” I fucking LOVE that change, from her singing a song for the hound out of terror to her saying that instead. I think it both reflects that she is a bit older than in the book but also another way they chose to externalize some of her inner self

brOTP

GOD HOW TO PICK BC LIKE SO MANY PEOPLE but okay so ALWAYS it’s arya and jon and bran and margaery

show specific? brienne and theon and shae!!!

book specific? myranda and mya and jeyne

OTP

i’m crossing my fingers tormunds daughter show up and one is spectacularly gay but yeah basically that’s where i’m at now YES I KNOW SHES MARRIED I DON’T CARE. (i forgot actually sorry but i do like the idea of sansa and a wildling girl) or bring back hannah john kamens character ornela? she and sansa would be SO PRETTY TOGETHER. in another life i could have hoped harry hardyng would fall deeply madly in love with her and they’d have a legit partnership esp after she was revealed as sansa stark and she was soft with his bastard children in a way she never thought she’d be as a child bc she knows better now and he’d be her handsome trophy husband who’s kind of a snarky asshole but head over heels for her. ALAS HE DOES NOT EXIST IN SHOWVERSE so ig that means either he’s a ramsay-type asshole who treats her like garbage and she must escape him or he’s completely irrelevant to the future.

nOTP

i’m not personally here for any of the sansa/old men ships floating about. subverting her character doesn’t have to mean she winds up with an ugly old dude she’d never have wanted in season 1. she can still not want them without that rendering her character development void or lacking in some way

sidenote i wish this section had a fOETP bc i’m obsessed with her and cerseis relationship forever but that doesn’t fit into brotp otp or notp so i’m making an addendum

random headcanon

she bi dude

unpopular opinion

show-wise? i am both angry we lost her vale plot and that she was swapped out with jeyne for the bolton disaster show, but if i had to live with that then i’m glad we got her reunion with jon and her taking back the north. i’m mad at the journey s5 took but not the places it brought us to in s6, if that makes sense. BOOKWISE? ummm i don’t ship her with any ugly old men. also she’s one of the most amazing characters in the whole series (i mean the BEST to me personally) and her chapters are so unbelievably beautiful and lyrical and i could read them forever. also… the kingsroad was not that deep it was just a fustercluck and the only thing we don’t dissect enough was how cersei had so much time to manipulate her into keeping her mouth shut

song i associate with them

no song but here’s a fanvid rec :) i love watching this on my phone at 3 am and sobbing into my dog

favorite picture of them

[jaejaeprincess]

time limit - jaebum!au

pairing: jaebum x oc genre: angst warnings: cancer, character death [unedited afff] word count: 2.1k+ picture: @/prdsdef ig

An estimated 41 per cent of people are diagnosed with cancer in a lifetime. Of that 41 per cent, 21 per cent are expected to die.

And unfortunately for Yerin, she just so happened to be part of that 21 per cent.

“I’m sorry, Yerin.”

She looked up from her trembling hands to face her oncologist, Dr Park Jinyoung, “Yerin, I… I think it’s time you told Jaebum,” who also happened to be her husband’s best friend.

Numbly, Yerin nodded her head, eyes glazed over with both tears and thoughts. “Don’t worry, Jinyoung. I’ll let him know. Just… wait for me. Please?” she begged.

He stared at her for a moment, watching her before sighing in response: “You can’t keep this from him, Yerin. He won’t be happy finding out you’ve hid it from him all this time.”

“I- I know.”

“Very well.”

And shakily, she stood from the desk and spun to leave the office.

“Jinyoung?” she turned to him from the door and he looked up from his paperwork, expectantly. “Thank you.”

He nodded in response, watching as she shut the door behind her. But as he continued with his paperwork, his mind lingered on the deeper meaning behind her thanks.

- - - - -

Once Yerin arrived home, she immediately headed upstairs. The house was currently empty, her daughter and son at school, Jaebum being at work. Her legs first directed her towards the room of her teenage daughter. Sunhee. There she sat, upon Sunhee’s bed, hands tracing the pattern of flowers on the duvet and eyes trying to memorise the framed photograph on the bedside desk.

A picture of the four of them; a picture of their family. Jaebum has Sunhee in a teasing headlock, her ten year old face clearly disgruntled. Yerin stood to the side carrying their son on her hip, both of their mouths open with laughter. Sunhee hated the picture and yet she still kept it beside her pillow, three years after it had been taken.

Yerin exhaled lightly through her nose, a nostalgic smile pinching her lips. She sat there for a few more moments, breathing the perfumed air of her daughter’s room before standing up and moving on to her son’s room. Jaesun.

Jaesun was her youngest, only five years old. He was still so young and cheeky. Yerin bit her lip, smiling, just remembering his mischievous smile. It reminded her so much of Jaebum’s.

Jaesun’s room was green. Very green. He loved the colour. He loved trees and greenery. He loved animals. So his walls were painted to resemble a jungle. And he would spend hours seeing his animals in them. Yerin’s heart hurt. The hours she would spend with him, playing pretend in this room. 

If she could, she would play pretend for the rest of eternity. Pretending that she didn’t have cancer, that she wasn’t going to die anytime soon. But alas, she was an adult and she needed to grow up and face reality. She needed to face Jaebum.

- - - - -

A few hours later, Yerin sat downstairs waiting for her children to arrive home from school. Jaebum was going to pick them up today. Her mind had been plagued with the past, memories attacking her left, right and centre. She was anxious too, on how to tell Jaebum. Her wonderful, caring husband. His cool outer demeanor was non-existent around them. His family. His pride. His heart.

A key rattled in the door and suddenly it burst open, her five year old sprinting towards her, her thirteen year old trailing close behind. Behind both of them was her man, gently shutting the door, his camera and work bag slung over his shoulder. He dropped the house keys in a pot by the door before following after his children.

Yerin stood up and extended her arms for her running son and lifted him up when he ran into them. But her growing son was getting heavy and she was forced to sit down with him. She let a laugh bubble out of her, smiling fondly down at her giddy son as he chorused “ma” over and over.

“Yes, baby?”

Two weights descended on the sofa on either side of them, Jaebum on the right (having deposited his equipment on the floor) and Sunhee biting into an apple on their left.

Yerin bit back a smile as her daughter leaned into her and Jaebum placed an arm around her shoulder . 

He teasingly reached further and poked Sunhee’s apple full cheek, causing her to look forward and glare at him but he played like he didn’t do anything, staring very pointedly at the blank TV. Despite that, the smirk on his lips gave him away.

She tried not to laugh and all their attention redirected to Jaesun as he recounted his day at school. Yerin gathered it was extremely adventurous, especially when he reached the part where a tiger lunged at his leg, trying to eat it and “that’s how my school trousers ripped, ma, I swear”, dragging an amused chuckle from both parents.

Holding her son’s cheeks, she leaned her forehead against his, “it’s okay, Jaesun, as long as the tiger didn’t eat you, I’m happy.”

Confused and wide eyed, he immediately looked towards his dad and asked “appa, is ma okay? She didn’t scold me.”

Jaebum smirked at Yerin before reaching over and pulling his son into his lap. “Hmm, I don’t think she is, son. Maybe she banged her head this morning? If so, we should kiss it better, don’t you think?”

And so Yerin sat there smiling as both her boys leaned over and kissed her head.

- - - - -

It was later that day, after supper and having tucked the kids into bed together that Yerin and Jaebum retreated to their own bedroom.  Jaebum was sitting on the soft bed, his laptop set on his lap, idly looking through the photographs he had taken that day at work. 

After college together, he had pursued his passion in photography and successfully established a title for himself in the industry. Jaebum was a sought after professional photographer which led to him travelling abroad frequently.

Because of this, Yerin chose to be a stay at home mother to ensure their kids were being raised well but she worked online, earning money through freelance digital marketing. Perhaps it was her persuasiveness nature that made it easy for her to please her children.

But at this moment, she was struggling to persuade herself to open up to Jaebum.

Sighing, she sunk down onto the mattress beside him.

“Jae?”

“Hmm, baby?” He didn’t take his eyes off the screen.

“Jae, I have something I need to tell you,” she reached for his hand and held it close to her chest. Anxiety started eating away at her chest, scared of his reaction, scared of the future.

Jaebum looked up upon feeling her trembling hands grasping his. Her eyes were beginning to glint with unshed tears and she bit her lip, her whole body being wracked with trembles.

She was so scared.

Alarm rose in Jaebum as he registered his love’s state. Quickly, he shoved his laptop to the side and pulled her to him.

“Yerin? Yerin, what’s wrong?”

Jaebum watched as she shakily raised his hand to her lips and pressed a kiss to it. His heart ached. She breathed in heavily, one, twice. Then-

“Jaebum, I have cancer.”

And his heart shattered.

- - - - -

Hours into the night, Jaebum lay staring up at the ceiling, deep in thought. Yerin was tucked into his side, secured by his arm, her face hiding in the crook of his neck. He could feel her every breath, feel her body rise and fall. He had managed to calm her down to the point where her tears succumbed and she fell into sleep from exhaustion.

He had tried to reason with her: so many people survived cancer nowadays! But no. Yerin was given a time limit and she was losing herself as it ticked down.

He wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t believe it. Yerin was going to live. He would do everything to keep her by his side. His wife. His love. The beautiful mother of his children.

His mind was attacked over and over by sinister thoughts until he finally lost the battle and he fell into a torturing slumber.

- - - - -

“I think it’s time you told your family.”

A tear slipped from Yerin’s eye. Once again, her hands trembled in her lap. Except this time, Jaebum sat beside her and he grabbed her spasming hands in his.

“Jinyoung,” he spoke, “are you sure?”

“I… listen, Yerin, you’re not responding to treatment anymore,” Jinyoung gazed at her woefully.

“I’m going to die.”

The broken whisper of acknowledgement hit both the men in their hearts like a stab.

“How much longer?”

“Yerin, don’t count your days. Count the moments, the memories you’ve had and the ones you will have.”

Something heavy in Jaebum’s chest was suffocating him.

- - - - -

Yerin and Jaesun sat on the bed. Jaebum stood watching from the door as Yerin gasped and pointed at one of the painted trees on Jaesun’s wall.

“Look, Jaesun! Isn’t that a tiger?”

The little boy leapt up, eyes wide with excitement, exclaming: “Where ma?! Oh! I see it, I see it!”

“Yes, baby! Look, it’s coming towards us!”

“Wow, ma! It’s so big!”

Jaebum chose that moment to quietly tread towards them. He let a low growl, playfully, his hands held in front of him.

“Oh no! Did you hear that, Jaesun?”

“Yes, ma! The tiger growled!”

“Uh oh… know what that means?”

“Run!”

And Jaebum pounced on his squealing son, grabbing him and holding him to his chest. His little boy wrapped his arms around his father’s neck, holding on for dear life. Yerin laughed, watching their antics, amused.

“Mama, save me!”

“No can do, Jaesun! Hmm… look closely at the tiger - doesn’t it look a bit like-”

“Appa!”

Jaesun held on warmly to his father, nuzzling his head in Jaebum’s neck. Jaebum’s arms wrapped around the boy’s warm body, supporting him.

- - - - -

“Sunhee,” Jaebum knocked on his daughter’s door, “come on out, we’re having a family meeting.”

The door opened and there stood his thirteen year old daughter, phone held to her ear.

“Okay, Eunwoo, I’ll call you back later, have to go,” she spoke down the line.

Jaebum raised an eyebrow at the male name. His eyes narrowed at his maturing daughter and waited for her to put the phone down before stating “You’ve never mentioned an Eunwoo before. Does your mother know about this?”

- - - - -

He steered Sunhee by her shoulders down the stairs to the living room where Yerin already sat with Jaesun.

Both parents were beginning to feel jittery, Yerin especially so.

Once her children were seated comfortably and Jaebum leaned against the closest wall, did she open her mouth and try to explain the situation as calmly as possible.

Alas, Sunhee was too smart and immediately understood the deeper case.

With teary eyes and an angry yell of “you promised you would never leave us,” she stood and tried to run out of the room before her father stepped forward and caught her figure in his arms, holding her tightly.

Sunhee’s arms automatically returned around him, as she cried into his chest. His own eyes watered a little as he pressed his face to the top of her head and repeatedly pressed kisses into her hair.

Yerin’s heart tore as she watched the scene. Her heart ripped apart completely when Jaesun placed a small hand on her cheek, guiding her to look at his still confused face.

“Where does it hurt, mama? I can kiss it better.”

Oh, how she wished he could. 

- - - - -

That night Jaebum held Yerin as intimately as he could. 

She ran her hand through his dark hair, the other grasping his jaw.

He placed his lips upon her neck, hands sliding up her waist.

Revelling in each other while they could.

- - - - -

Sunhee arrived home early from school one day to find her mother knocked out on the floor. She screamed and Jaebum came sprinting down the stairs, wondering what had happened while he quickly showered.

His love, on the floor. His love, unconscious. 

- - - - -

“She doesn’t have much longer left, Jaebum.”

Jaebum sat alone in Jinyoung’s office this time. His hands clenched in his lap. He couldn’t stop the tear that traced down his cheek.

- - - - -

The family of four occupied the small hospital room. The children sat atop Yerin’s bed, either one curled into her sides. They had fallen asleep.

Jaebum sat at the bedside, eyes sorrowful as they gazed upon his wife’s gaunt face. She stared back at him, her heart restless. 

- - - - -

“I’m sorry.”

Dr Park Jinyoung watched his best friend crumble to the ground, his hands pressed to his heart where despair stabbed him over and over again. 

The raw pain was unrelenting and merciless. But as he fought against the suffocation and agony, one thing ran through his mind:

she was gone.

// inspired by the 2010 movie: we are family

[dharma-journey]

Hello, beautiful souls!

I want to apologize to all of you, beautiful souls, for not being able to post last Saturday! I had to prioritize a few things last weekend. I'm deeply sorry! But here I'm back in action! To compensate, I will post two blog posts this week instead of one! So you're getting a two for one!

If you follow me on my social media (IG @dharma.journey), you probably know that I had an accident last Tuesday 12/7th and twisted my right ankle. I twisted this same ankle twice when I was a little girl, so being injured again was traumatic for me. Due to the pain and the shock, I had a panic attack! I have been suffering from panic attacks for quite a while, besides anxiety and depression.

Panic attacks or panic disorder is an anxiety-related condition characterized by persistent, unanticipated, and out-of-the-blue overwhelming feelings of dread and apprehension. During these panic attacks, I feel uncomfortable physical sensations like shortness of breath, tachycardia (rapid heartbeat), excessive sweating, chest pain, and dizziness or lightheadedness. It likes I am going to die. Usually, I have these panic attacks when I have terrible pain or am in shock, like what happened last Tuesday night.

Today, I want to share what I do when I have panic attacks! When I have panic attacks, I practice breathing exercises (breathwork or pranayama) that help me feel more calm and peaceful despite having these unpleasant sensations.

Breathwork is an active form of meditation and deep breathing technique that allows us to relax by disconnecting our minds from these panic attacks physical signs by bringing our attention to our breathing. It allows our mind to stay in the present moment rather than focusing on thoughts, beliefs, memories, and actions leading to panic attacks.

To overcome my panic attacks, I use one of the three breathing exercises below:

Ujjayi: breath regulating pranayama. It is a soft and whispering breath, also known as victorious or ocean breath. We breathe in and out through the nose with our lips sealed. Even though our breath passes through our nostrils, the emphasis of Ujjayi pranayama is in our throat. It creates constriction on our throats as we breathe in and out, paired with a smooth and soft sound when air passes through our throat or glottis. It serves to be mindful of held tension in the teeth, jaw, throat, and neck. Our chest must be lifted as part of the inhalation to fill our lungs to practice Ujjayi pranayama. We inhale while lifting our chest, expanding all around our torso, hold for 1 sec, and then exhale while constricting our throat and squeezing all the air out.

4-7-8: slow down and calm our bodies by slowing our heart rate and bringing consciousness to the present moment. It leads to a feeling of calmness and peace by slowing down our nervous system. To practice this pranayama, we empty our lungs, breathe in through our nose for a count of 4, hold for a count of 7, and then exhale out of the mouth for a count of 8. I repeat this sequence as many times as needed until I feel calm.

4-4-4-4: known as box or square breathing because the Navy SEAL used it. This breathwork exercise slows our heart rate and deepens our concentration. To practice this pranayama, start by releasing all of the air from our lungs, breathe through our nose for a count of 4, hold for a count of 4, exhale out of our nose for a count of 4 and lastly, hold for a count of 4. We can repeat this cycle for 5 min until we feel calm and at peace.

[bokocho]

Balance (SFW)

A special thanks to Fuzzy (@weapons-grade-spork) from the FFXV and Chill Discord! *waves*

Also somewhat inspired by the image found here: wHEEZE

Getting belted upside the head with a lance was, honestly, not a bad trade-off for seeing a sweaty Ignis Scientia pant for breath.

Granted, right now you were seeing two of him, and your head felt ring-y, but his vest and shirt were open and droplets were cascading down his chest and you were pretty sure somewhere under the mild concussion that human beings were not supposed to be this stupidly attractive.

The sparring match had started because you had been punching away at a sand-stuffed heavy bag while Ignis practiced behind you, all swift flips and graceful twists. When you caught sight of him in the mirrors on the back wall, you had stopped beating up the poor bag and turned to him.

“Does any of that actually do anything?”

“Any of what?” He inquired as he stepped into a cartwheel, his lance held tight to his right thigh.

“The… gymnastics.” You gestured to him; he had finished his rotation and was turning into a circular slash.

“I believe so, yes.” Ignis paused in his routine to roll his shoulders. His lance disappeared in a twinkle of light. “It’s a form of Accordan martial arts. The circuitous motion serves the twofold purpose of keeping the fighter from losing momentum and distracting the opponent.”

You uncapped your water and took a long drink, wiping the sweat off your forehead with your arm. “I’m not sure you’d be able to distract me, ninja-flippy-shit aside. I watch you fight all the time.” He was, however, perfectly able to distract you with everything else: his leaf-green eyes, his barely-there smile, his blind-siding tenderness. He didn’t even seem to realize how charming he was.

Ignis smiled faintly and your heart thudded. “Perhaps, but we will not know unless we try. Why not a match? If my recollection is correct, you usually train with Gladio around this time.”

“Yeah, but he’s not here today.” You huffed. Training alone was significantly less fun than going toe-to-toe with the Prince’s Shield, who was six-and-a-half feet of solid muscle and relentless cleverness. He didn’t look it, but he was a tricky opponent.

You had been surprised by Ignis’ presence in the gym. He usually trained early in the morning and was gone before you and Gladio showed up.

Ignis’ voice broke into your thoughts. “While I make a poor substitute for him, I will gladly offer a demonstration of my own abilities.” His lance reappeared in his hand and he nodded to you, settling into a stance.

“You’re not a poor substitute for anyone, Igs. Alright, let’s do this,” you said, summoning your gauntlets. In a flash of pale blue, they materialized on your hands. Setting your feet apart and dropping your shoulders, you prepared for a charge.

When you lunged, Ignis slipped aside, the tip of his lance arcing up toward your chest. You batted the blade aside, stepped in, and took a major-league swing. He flicked his body back and your fist passed harmlessly in front of his face, ruffling his hair.

The follow-through carried you a few feet past him, and his lance sang after you. While you weren’t slow, you were also a power fighter-- your primary method of dealing with enemies was to punch them until they stopped moving. Iggy’s main technique was to effortlessly and elegantly demolish them. He was faster than Gladio, his weapon a blur, and when the edge caught your gauntlet just above your wrist you actually staggered.

Okay. You might love this man to distraction, but it was time to stop pulling your punches-- literally.

You clenched your fists and your gauntlets groaned. Ignis’ eyebrows rose, and then you were in his space. You slugged him in the abdomen, knocking him clear off his feet. He caught himself, partially on his lance and partially on one arm, and put distance between you with a few backflips. He felt his belly and winced.

“Not working so well now, is it?” You asked, raising a hand to him. “All I have to do is wallop you and the fancy stuff is useless.” The surge of pride you felt was tempered heavily by worry; what if you had really hurt him?

Ignis cut his cool green eyes up to yours. He rested his lance in the crook of his elbow, and his fingers went to the buttons of his vest.

Your mouth fell open, but you disguised it by pretending to yawn. Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!

He made swift work of the vest and then the shirt under it, and you were obscenely distracted by the nimbleness of his hands, until both were hanging open.

He was just hot. That was all. He wasn’t actually trying to kill you by giving you some kind of aneurysm. You hoped.

And then his lance whacked you in the side of the head, because you had noticed there was a single drop of sweat sliding down his throat to roll lazily over his collarbone, and you sat down heavily.

Which was how you ended up sitting there, gazing up at the flush of exertion high on Ignis’ cheeks, the soft gasp of his breath as his shoulders rose and fell in gentle waves. He must have pushed himself very hard, to cross the distance so quickly.

This man. This caring, devoted, steel-willed, endlessly patient, intriguing man.

You loved him so much your chest ached.

You gathered your legs under you and tackled him. Your gauntlets has already dematerialized, so when your arms came around his neck you didn’t accidentally punch him in the back of the head.

Ignis made an astonished noise and over-balanced. His lance slipped out of his hand and disappeared as his arms came around your back, but it was too late, and he hit the floor with a grunt that was muffled by your lips. He went, somehow, redder.

You broke the kiss and leaned up a bit. He was frozen, crimson from his forehead to his throat, breathless. His glasses had begun to fog up from the proximity.

Smiling down at him, you scratched at the back of your neck. His wide eyes followed your fingers; always one with an eye for details, even when taken unawares. He swallowed audibly.

You leaned down. Ignis’ lips parted; he leaned up to meet you.

You rubbed the tip of your nose against his. He blinked owlishly.

And then you leaned your forehead on his. ".... I... uh.... I kind of love you. A lot." You shut your eyes; you said it, you finally said it, you could now die in peace. Never mind you were sitting on a sweaty, blushing Ignis. Who you really, really should let up. Like, now.

The post-head-trauma haziness was beginning to fade. You licked your lip; it tasted like lip balm.

...Wait. You just told Ignis you loved him. You had kissed him.

You jumped off of him like you’d been tazed, and the sudden motion brought with it a stabbing headache that just about knocked you unconscious.

Iggy's glasses slid down off his nose. He was obviously dumbfounded. You couldn’t recall his expression ever being quite so easy to read.

Haltingly, he reached out to touch your knee, stopping at the last second before his fingertips brushed your skin. Then he murmured in an awe-struck tone, “I never thought you would feel the same..."

You gawked at him. He gazed back, watching the gears in your head turn with titanic slowness. After about ten seconds of total silence broken only by the beating of your heart, your face and ears burned scarlet.

The moment he spotted the color flooding your face, a smile curled Ignis’ lips. Before he could stop it, he snorted with laughter and started giggling. “What a pair we make. Blushing like children…” He was laughing, and it was a sound that set your racing heart to skipping.

“So. Uh. You. Hmm.... Uhm. Would you mind... you know, saying, er, it?" You twisted your fingers like balloon animals in your lap. You did keep eye-contact, in spite of the overwhelming urge to look anywhere else. Ignis’ eyes kept you transfixed.

Iggy sighed fondly through his nose, the soft smile never leaving his face. He pushed himself up with a wince and walked over, offering a gloved hand. “I love you. I... am glad to finally be able to tell you my feelings, even if this confession was not… what I expected."

When you took his hand, he helped you to your feet but did not let go. Instead, he tipped your head up with a finger under your chin.

“While unexpected, please believe me when I say… all of this is most welcome.” Ignis leaned close, breathing his words against your lips. “Come now. You require medical attention. Once you have been seen to, we can talk about potential futures. I am sorry I hurt you.”

“I’m alright,” you said absently, and before you really meant to you were kissing him again, and Ignis made a warm noise of appreciation.

“I suppose a potion will suffice,” he muttered, then shook his head hard. “Head wounds are serious. We will see a doctor, and then…” Ignis blushed a bit. “I would like to take you to dinner.”

You mumbled what sounded like an affirmation against his mouth. He melted, pulling you closer. Reluctantly he broke the kiss. “You won’t sway me… If I must carry you out of here, I will.”

“Do we have to?” You whined. You wanted nothing more than to smother Ignis with kisses.

He had a singularly longing expression that communicated the same. “Once you have a clean bill of health, we can continue.” Lacing his fingers with yours, Ignis led you out of the gymnasium toward the Kingsglaive clinic.

[kfawkes]

**I was given permission by the ever so talented @bloomsbury (IG) to use her Jonerys art for my fic! SO to start off our little friendship, I decided to use this one as inspiration for my 2nd Jonerys fic :D Sort of a reimagining of this scene. [First one viewable here ---> Like a Knife to the Heart ]**

Read on Ao3 here!

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Daenerys pace the space besides Jon’s bed uneasily with eyes filled hot with tears of anger and sadness. She had waited for hours atop The Wall and nearly given up before he was spotted; freezing and moments from death. There was a certain joy she felt from seeing him again, but that joy shifted to fear when he did not wake. In the silent hours she wait for his eyes to open she couldn't ignore the regret and pain at Viserion’s death any longer.

She had tried to push it to the side. To bury it until she was alone... But the lump was mountainous and seemed to grow as the seconds lead on. Losing him was like having a piece of her soul ripped from her without warning. Like a whole section of her heart was just... gone. The ache felt like small cold needles pressing quickly into her heart but she knew there was nothing to be done. 

Viserion was gone. Fallen beneath the frozen lake to rest at the bottom for the rest of time- and nothing would change that, she could weep another day. She could mourn the lost when they won. Those around her needed the strength of their Queen and as much as she wanted to scream and curse the gods, she knew it would do nothing but hurt all of them more. 

After a few more moments of pacing she sighed, placing herself closely to Jon, sliding her delicate fingers over his dark curled hair and pushing it neatly to the side. Daenerys watch him quietly, now fearing she may lose him too... How cruel would it all be for Jon to have made it back, only to be killed here in his sleep after. She slid her hand to his cheek, feeling the warmth beneath her palm. She’d seen many a man die, and she knew he was not free from deaths grasp just yet but she hoped he would be soon...

All she could do was watch his bare chest rise and fall in its rhythmic motion, and it drove her mad. When she had almost given up and broken down, she place a hand over her eyes closing them tightly, willing the tears to fade. She felt one slipping just as a soft sigh escaped between her parted lips and a warm hand slide into hers. 

Daenerys drew a quick breath in as she darted her lavender eyes towards his in an instant. The look Jon held was almost enough for her to forget all the grief and guilt momentarily. 

Jon spoke with words croaky and dry as he squeeze her hand affectionately. His voice was broken not only by the weather and his battles but by the guilt he felt in his chest. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” 

Daenerys pulled her lip in and straightened her posture, attempting to conceal the pain that stabbed through her once more. She couldn’t look at him because doing so would seal it all forever. His apology meant that her child was truly gone, that the White Walkers were real... She opened her mouth to reply, but not a thing came out. 

“I wish I could take it all back... that we never went. I never meant for this to happen, I’m so sorry.” Jon’s voice was still weak, but it grew in strength as he went on. Slowly he pulled himself upward and lean aback the headboard with blanket ruffled loosely around his abdomen. 

“I don’t... If I hadn’t gone, I wouldn’t have seen and now I have...” Daenerys paused to release another defeated sigh. “I lost my child today... One of the only three children I will ever have... But I also saw that I will lose them all and so much more if we cannot stop this.” She look to their braided fingers feeling the slight pinch of hope returning. “I promise you this, Jon... We will stop them and we will do it together.”

Jon gaze into her magnificent lilac eyes with the smallest remorseful smile as he rub his thumb lightly across the back of her hand; only just realizing how closely they’d been seated. “Thank you, Dany.”

The smallest of sounds left her mouth at the name, it was almost a laugh and she tried to remember the last time she’d heard that name. Her brother no doubt. “Dany...” She look to their clasped hands briefly, then back to his eyes once more. Noticing he hadn’t moved his doting gaze from her once. “It’s been a long time since I’ve been Dany...”

“If you prefer it, I could call you my Queen.” Jon smiled at her with his eyes as his other hand slid to her cheek softly.

Daenerys felt her breath stutter at his touch as she scanned the scars decorating his face, noticing their beauty in full as she adjust to the meaning of his words. “What about those who have sworn allegiance to you? What will they think?” 

“They will see you for what you are, just as I have.” His voice was soft and sweet as he held a strong yearning behind his eyes; his hand still lightly tracing the delicate pearl beneath it.

“I hope I deserve it.” Daenerys replied with tear filled eyes. Tears she held tightly as she press her cheek into the hand that send chills down her spine. 

“Believe me, Dany. You, more than anyone does.” Jon whispered as he slid his other hand to the side of her face, now holding her lightly between them as they sit closely in silence.

After a moment Daenerys slid her eyes to his chest once more. Sliding them across the chiseled ridges of his stomach ending on a large reddened scar just above his heart. As she stare longingly she could hear his Hand’s words once more in the back of her mind... Before she knew what she was doing she slid her fingertips over the raised flesh tracing it in full. “What Ser Davos said...” She whispered not removing her eyes from his chest. “Is it true?” 

Jon didn’t answer at first, he simply watch as her lilac eyes scanned over his bruised body. Remembering again what it felt like to die... After a hesitant nod he let out out a one word reply. “Yes.”

The look of surprise that filled her made him smile, and he slid one hand from her cheek down her shoulder to rest softly at her wrist as he admire her elegance.

“You’re quite interesting, Jon Snow... Not many men can survive a knife to the heart.”

“I’m not like many men.” He replied smoothly feeling the air shift further as he keep his eyes locked on hers.

Jon sensed her pulse rising as her eyes filled with a longing stare and before he could stop himself, he leaned forward pushing passed the pain in his gut freezing only fingertips away from her lips... He wait there with eyes soft and heavy allowing her to give any indication she wanted this— wanted them. When he felt Daenerys lean forward and press her mouth to his, a warm wave stretch through him and he kissed her back like nothing else. 

Forgetting the war, forgetting the men he had just lost... forgetting everything but this. 

Everything but her. 

[rocky-alex]

Motels Won’t Cut It Anymore

Word count: 1574

Warnings: none here

Pairing: Reader x Sam

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Chapter twenty: You And I Both Know My Past Is Haunted

This could not become a habit, or else you’d die before you turned forty. Slowly but surely you surfaced to the realm of the conscious, but refused to open your eyes just yet, first wanting to take stock of your current situation. Your body was intact, and you didn’t feel too bad. Yet. It remained to be seen how you’d feel once you actually started moving.

Slowly, oh ever so slowly, you opened your eyes to the bright light from the lamps you’d neglected to turn off the before you passed out. Relief flooded you when it didn’t sting like needles. You carefully turned over onto your back, and were happy to discover that your head wasn’t being cleaved in half, but instead only pounded lightly with a soft hammer.

Sitting up, you heard groaning coming from your bathroom. You got up from the bed and slowly walked over to the door, finding Dean on the floor by your toilet, looking like absolute shit. Just because it was Dean, you felt like you should help him feel a bit better.

“You know, there’s a great cure for a hangover, it’s your week and a half old pizza served up on a dirty dive bar floor.” Dean groaned.

“I fuckin’ hate you.” “Yeah, I know you do.” You turned away from the bathroom and before you left the room, you picked up your gun and tucked it in your waistband, feeling like it was a habit you ought to get into. Somewhat shakily you made your way to the kitchen. Sam was there, sitting at the table having breakfast.

“Mornin’, how you feeling?” He grinned. You stuck your tongue out.

“I’ve had worse.”

“Yeah, I know.” Damn, that smirk. Rolling your eyes you walked past him to the coffee pot and poured yourself a cup. “Where’s Dean?”

“Praying to the porcelain gods, regretting he ever met me.” Sam started to laugh, which made you smile. It was kind of an amazing sound.

Talking to Dean last night had caused something of a revelation for you, and you looked at Sam with new eyes. The kiss you’d shared hadn’t changed much between you, aside from feeling closer to him. You didn’t feel uncertain about him, because you understood where he stood in life, and that despite sort of having a permanent home, he might up and leave at any moment. But then again, so could you.

Two cups of coffee, a shower and a change of clothes later you joined Sam in the library.

“So last night I did what research I could on your family, and as expected they are very careful to not leave any trace of what it is they actually do.” He opened his laptop and clicked up several news articles and information sites. “So I had to dig a little deeper, go into the backstory of the Ritchies, their origin story and whatnot, and I found something interesting.” He clicked around a bit and suddenly an article with a picture of your family popped up. The clicking stopped. You looked at the picture and felt a tug in your chest. There they were, your father, your mother and… Leah. The picture had been taken years ago, long before your sister died. You looked… happy. Ignorant… Fucking naive. The family secret was just that, a secret, because you didn���t care enough to realise something wasn’t as it should have been. You didn’t care about the family business, but had been more focused on your own path.

Suddenly a hand covered yours on the table and you heard Sam’s voice.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” You turned your hand over under his and grabbed hold of it.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, Sam. I probably- no I definitely- would’ve been dead if it weren’t for you and Dean.” You looked at him. “What happened, happened. Now, what did you find?”

Sam held onto your hand as he turned back to the computer, getting to the page he was looking for.

“In your family’s history I found several mentions of an old artefact from ancient Greece. Apparently it was revered by your ancestors, and thought to be sent from the gods themselves. I couldn’t find an actual name or a picture, but it’s something.”

“And something is all we need.” Despite looking like he’d gone a few rounds with a dumpster, Dean managed to move so quietly you had no idea he was behind you and Sam. You jumped so bad you hit your knee on the underside of the table.

“Jesus fuck, why’d you do that?!” Both he and Sam laughed. You turned back around to sit down, and almost lost your shit, again.

“Fuck!” A man was standing on the other side of the table. He tilted his head, as if questioning everything about you. “Who is that?” you asked as you tried to catch your breath, again, and pointed at the man.

“Cas, what the hell?” Dean exclaimed. “I’ve tried to get ahold of you for days!” The man, Cas, turned his attention to Dean.

“I’ve been busy.”

“Doing what?” This was the first time you’d heard Dean be openly somewhat worried about someone, and it kind of surprised you. Cas looked away, trying, very obviously, to avoid Dean’s question. “Come on, Cas! You can’t just go MIA for weeks and then just pop in without an explanation!”

“I can’t tell you right now.” Dean huffed and tossed his arms up, like this had happened before.

“Okay, pause?” you asked and raised your hand. “Can someone please tell me who this is and how the hell he got into the bunker? I thought you said it was heavily warded and impossible to get into unless you had a key.” Sam got to his feet and gestured to Cas.

“Y/N, this is Castiel. Cas, this is Y/N.” Seeing you raise your eyebrows in question he continued. “Cas is an angel.”

“An angel? Really?” What the hell? They couldn’t have stopped at demons, but now angels had to be real too? You looked at Cas, having a hard time believing what Sam was saying.

“Aren’t angels supposed to be all glowy, with wings and halos? What’s with the trench coat?”

“That’s just his style,” Dean answered. Suddenly Cas blipped out and appeared right next to you.

“Please, stop doing that!”

“Who are you?” Damn, this guy was demanding, and kind of rude. You leaned away from him as best you could.

“Y/N Ritchie, at your service.” Cas turned to Dean, looking very tense, like someone was squeezing his intestines.

“Can I talk to you?” Dean cast a look your way before turning and walking out of the library, Cas right behind him.

You turned to Sam.

“What the hell was that about?” Sam sat back down in his chair and gestured for you to do the same.

“The angels know about your family and are probably not your biggest admirers. Lucky for you that Cas was the first angel to find out about you, the rest of them can be real dicks.” “There it is again, ‘lucky’. I’m not sure you and your brother know the meaning of the word.”

“Believe me, we know better than most people…” There was that look on his face, the one that told you that their past wasn’t as simple as just hunting the occasional monster or demon. They had been through a lot, a lot that was far from sunshine and roses.

“I’m sorry… But still, how did he get in?”

“We made sure he can, we trust him. He’s… He’s family.” Deciding that more than that was none of your business, you shifted your attention back to the computer as you sat back down.

“I know you didn’t find a name or a picture, but did you find anything about what they used the artefact for?” He immediately snapped back into research mode.

“Actually I did. They’ve had it for a couple centuries, at least, and apparently it’s the center of some big plan, decades, almost a hundred years, in the making, all tied to your family.” He clicked up another page with a text in a language you didn’t know. “The way it’s phrased here though…” He trailed off.

“What?”

“It makes me think it’s literally tied to your family, as in your blood. I’m thinking that has to be why they’re trying to get to you.” You didn’t have time to react to that as you heard footsteps approaching from behind (Dean actually doing you the courtesy this time). Cas the angelman appeared beside you.

“I think I know what the artefact is.”

“How did you…?” “Don’t ask,” Dean said. “Just go with it.” Okay then.

“What is it?” you asked, shifting in your chair to look at Cas.

“It’s ancient, going back to a time before even the greek gods. It’s a small stone effigy of the goddess Gaia.” “Wait, Gaia as in… Mother Earth?” Sam asked in disbelief.

“Yes.” All three of you just sat and waited.

“And?” Dean finally asked.

“And it was believed by many to hold power over the goddess, that it kept her sleeping and at peace.”

“So what are they doing with it now?” You dreaded the answer, but you had to ask.

“Most likely, they’re going to raise Gaia from rest.”

“… And what happens if they succeed?” The answer was written on his face.

“Destruction.”

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@carryonmyswansong

Note: I have a bad cold and I can barely focus on the words on the screen :D Also, I’m so not okay about the angels losing their wings and ability to fly/teleport everywhere, so I scrapped that and Cas still has his wings. And i saw the new episode today and wow 0_0