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THE RAMPAGE AND COLOURS PT. 2✨🎨

turns out i am diligent enough to complete the series! thanks again for reading my rambles!! it's been really fun writing like this, using my thinker to delve deep into stuff. again, i'll try to keep it simple and short.

i'd love to here other's thoughts on what colour they think the rmpg member's are, and maybe i'll do another for other groups too :DDD

if you hadn't read part 1 yet, go here. there i covered likiya, zin, riku, kenta, rui, yamasho, kazuma and hokuto. now, i'm gonna finish it off with the last 8 members. note, these were harder to think about than the first post (and when i say hard, i mean fucking HARD). so buckle up yall.

shogo - celeste (#95bfbc)

initially, i wanted to give shogo a warm colour. maybe a yellow or orange, but it didn't feel like it suited shogo for me. i knew i wanted to choose a colour with very vintage vibes. then, celeste caught my eye. it's a bright blue that looks well on its own, but when paired with warmer colours, it shines brighter. shogo might not be one of my favourite members, but he is his own work of art. calmer, but still with a bright presence.

shohei - pale chartreuse (#cde37f)

it was either yellow or green for him. bouncing between two, i had a difficult choice to make. then, i went "why not the middle?" chartreuse is very striking and is mostly a colour that looks amazing on its own. however, it's also strong with other colours, being able to stand out amongst them. shohei is not just his goofiness, or his more hard-working side. for me, chartreuse is a colour that combines both of his strong aspects into a vibrant person that is shohei.

itsuki - ginger (#f0a748)

ok, i'm gonna be honest. i chose ginger because of mars. i couldn't help it! i also thought about giving him a white colour, but it didn’t really fit as well as orange did. i think that he also has very orange cat energy. he very much does his own thing and has a tiny bit of a chaotic side too, though his initial vibe is cool, calm and collected. like itsuki is a cat trapped in a human body.

kaisei - sea green (#43a36d)

when i think about kaisei, i think of strong. not just physically (gaddamn that man is CUT), but also how mentally strong he is. pairing that with how his soft and friendly his character is, i just knew i wanted to give him a nice natural colour. something that matches his growth and resilience while also maintaining a nice calmer shade to match his softer side. i think something like sea green that was rich and vibrant was perfect for kaisei.

makoto - royal blue (#3238b3)

i know, ruby red is probably a better choice, but here me out. makoto always gave me a very regal vibe, with his strong features and the way he carries himself. considering his h&l character having a blue theme, the cooler aura he tends to have and the regality he was giving me, i think royal blue suits him well. the deeper, richer blue tone that sticks out elegantly matches what i think of makoto.

ryu - wine red (#521e1c)

ryu was always going to be wine red for me. it’s a colour that’s not too obvious, but also not something that’s going to disappear into the background. along with the fact that ryu looks fucking great with darker reds, i specifically chose wine red because it’s a colour that isn’t bold but still manages to have a strong impact. it matches his less outspokenness, but his beautiful aura of both maturity and softness.

takuma - peach orange (#f0654d)

i think i default creativity as a shade closer to pink/peach. i initially wanted to go for salmon red, but i settled on something closer to orange because 1) his hair and 2) it’s closer to a spring colour that suits him. i admire his creativity and his interests in art and fashion. for me, takuma has a refreshing aura that’s both sweet and soft without being too subtle. which kind of made me think of peach flavoured konjac jelly.

takahide - light green (#83bd68)

oof. takahide… he was like the final boss. i cycled through several options before settling on this one. there was yellow, orange, light pink, red, even pastel purple. i started to look through his older looks, tsuji looks etc. i thought about giving the whole ass rainbow but that would be a cop out.

then, i thought about his relationship with ryu. where ryu is shyer and reserved, takahide is the opposite. making them mirror each other would be perfect! giving him a light green was a choice i never saw myself making. but somehow, it worked. maybe it’s because of how naturally charismatic takahide is (i always tend to associate charisma with green), maybe it’s because he does quite a few green hair looks, or maybe it’s because his emoji is a goddamn frog.

but it works!

[rainytypology]

Idol's MBTI Types pt 1

A short list of kpop idols and their likely MBTI types. I know most have "found" their type by using 16personalities, but it does not actually use MBTI. This half will focus on perceiving function doms (Ni, Ne, Si, Se).

These are just brief explainations as I did not want to make this post too long. I will provide more in depth analysis later.

Not an expert. Based on my opinion and observations. May change later.

PT 2

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Functions:

Ni (Introverted Intution) Ne (Extroverted Intuition)

Se (Extroverted Sensing) Si (Introverted Sensing)

Te (Extroverted Thinking) Ti (Introverted Thinking)

Fe (Extroverted Feeling) Fi (Introverted Feeling)

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INxJ (Ni - Je - Ji - Se)

Due to both INTJ and INFJ being Ni doms, both types prefer to have plans and goals prepared in mind before taking action. This can make them highly perfectionistic and sometimes slow moving. Ni processes information through the subconscious, piecing details together to eventually come to the right conclusion. The main obstacle INxJs may deal with is using their inferior Se. Se is focused on the present moment, taking in life as is, and overall is a realistic function. However, being in the inferior position, INxJs may struggle to live in the moment. This can also result in clumsiness physically and general daily functioning.

INTJ (Ni - Te - Fi - Se)

SF9 Chani, BTS Suga, P1Harmony Jiung

INTJs are strategic people with a plan for everything. They use their Ni to further their plans and goals (Te). Te is more focused on efficiency and tasks. They're often passionate individuals who will put in the work to obtain what they want. They may have a tendency to seem expressionless and "emotionless" due to their tertiary Fi, which is a very private function. Fi is focused on authenticity, so INTJs generally don't see the point of faking emotions.

Chani took on acting to support his family, wanting to give them financial security. He prefers to plan and is a bit of a perfectionist.

Suga always had a passion for music and pursued it despite his parents disapproving at first. He went through a lot in his life, but he continued to push through.

Jiung is great at strategic planning and has good use of his Te. He plans thoroughly and is not shy to implement routines and tasks. Very goal oriented.

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INFJ (Ni - Fe - Ti - Se)

ATEEZ Hongjoong, BTS RM, TWICE Mina

INFJs use Ni and Fe to create meaningful change to better everyone and the world. Fe is focused on the values and beliefs of everyone else, often working towards social harmony. They can also be quite analytical and logical with their tertiary Ti.

Hongjoong is very driven in his passion for music. He wants to be a good role model to others and uses his music to influence others. My analysis of him.

RM is a careful planner and always seem to have the teamwork mindset. He's incredibly aware of other's opinions and words, causing him to be careful with his own words as to not offend anyone.

Mina enjoys deep conversations and thoughts. She prefers to blend in and get along with everyone, dislikes conflict (Fe).

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ENxP (Ne - Pi - Je - Si)

Ne seeks out patterns in their environment and connect these details to create several possibilities. Often known for being creative and out of the box thinkers and problem solvers. Experimental types. Because of their very mentally energetic nature, ENxPs may be regarded as "unique" and "weird", quirky even. ENxPs may struggle to keep up with routine and sticking to the conventional due to inferior Si. They can be prone to forgetting things, such as taking care of their own needs, tasks, may accidentally make the same mistakes, etc.

ENTP (Ne - Ti - Fe - Si)

ATEEZ Yunho, SF9 Inseong, DAY6 Young K

ENTPs are witty and clever individuals, often quick thinkers and brainstormers. ENTPs observe and create with Ne - Ti, making them innovative. Their Ne and Fe gains inspiration from their environment and interacting with others.

Yunho is optimistic and witty, using his Ne - Fe to make the environment fun.

Inseong's Ne - Ti is very obvious - he's the brainiac of SF9 and incredibly intelligent, fast thinker too. My analysis of him.

Young K's Ne is very creative, he gets inspiration from his environment.

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ENFP (Ne - Fi - Te - Si)

TWICE Sana, ONEUS Keonhee, SHINee Jonghyun

ENFPs can be bubbly and expressive. Can be stereotyped as "quirky" (the case with BTS' V, especially when he was younger) due to their unconventional minds and expression. Often optimistic and charismatic indviduals.

Sana's Ne is prominent in their reality shows, especially during problem solving. She also has the typical Ne optimism and curiousity.

Keonhee is honestly a very typical ENFP - having the creativity and "randomness" of Ne.

Jonghyun's humor and wit was always very Ne based, he was quite the chatterbox and "random", his Ne-Fi is especially prominent in his songs.

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ISxJ (Si - Je - Ji - Ne)

Si dom types are orderly, detail oriented, and realistic. They stick to the familiar, not seeing the need to try something new. If it's not broken, why fix it? They rely on their past experiences to get through obstacles. Out of the other types, Si doms are the most in tune with their body - sensing functions are concerned with physicality and having an internalized sensing function focuses on their inner body and mind. Because of their preference to stick with routine, they can be uncomfortable with change and may struggle to adapt to new situations (inferior Ne). Abstract concepts may be difficult to understand or they may just not care for it.

ISTJ (Si - Te - Fi - Ne)

TWICE Jeongyeon, ATEEZ Jongho, EXO Xiumin

ISTJs seek order and structure, preferring to have efficient routines and plans. They are practical and systematic. They're the enforcers of organization and routine, which may be how they get called traditionalists. They're very loyal though due to Si - Fi wanting to stick to what they know and trust works.

Jeongyeon is the clean freak in TWICE. She gets upset when the others do not clean up. She keeps to herself (Si-Fi), not really having curiousity/interest in building more relationships or in the deeper meaning of life (inferior Ne).

Jongho is good at organizing his environment, knowing how to delegate tasks and order when he's in a position of power. But other than that, he also works fine behind the scene.

Xiumin is a neat freak too, very typical of Si doms. He's very task and result oriented (Te). He's quite reserved and tame with his emotional expression (Fi), with Chen even saying he's a bit mysterious.

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ISFJ (Si - Fe - Ti - Ne)

ATEEZ Seonghwa, SNSD Taeyeon, TXT Soobin

ISFJs are patient and warm people, often willingly choosing to help others. They like to be of service and seem to feel the best when they provide care. ISFJs are responsible and natural care takers. Highly observant and organized like a typical Si dom.

Seonghwa is considered the "mom" of ATEEZ and even the members joke about it. He immediately took on the caretaking role for his members, having the traditional sense of being older and needing to care for the younger. My analysis of him.

Taeyeon likes plans, dislikes when things go off tangent, does not like new/unusual situations. She has the protectiveness and motherly nature of Fe.

Soobin seems to revolve a lot of his choices around others, showing concern and care for others (Fe). He has always lived in routine, does not question or stray from it (Si).

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ESxP (Se - Ji - Je - Ni)

Se dom types live for present moment, enjoying and appreciating life as they experience it. Se dom types are realistic, straightforward and direct, always pointing out the obvious. They may be physically energetic people and have a good eye for details. Due to their inferior Ni, they can struggle with impulsiveness as they may not consider future consequences of their actions. Se makes them very opportunistic individuals who will just do it.

ESTP (Se - Ti - Fe - Ni)

Fromis_9 Chaeyoung, NCT Yuta, P1Harmony Keeho

ESTPs are often adventurous and bold, always wanting to experience the most of life. They're opportunity seekers who want fulfilment. Straightforward and honest people. They can also be quite charming and warm due to their tertiary Fe.

Chaeyoung is very spontaenous and open, very adaptable. She changes herself a bit depending on who she's with (Se - Fe).

Yuta has the Se adventurous trait. He's quite bold and always goes for what he wants.

Keeho's Se - Ti makes him realistic and blunt. He is quick to shut down "weird" comments, e.g "girl this is a white wall" using Se to point out the obvious and not going along with the commentor's antics.

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ESFP (Se - Fi - Te - Ni)

TWICE Nayeon, BLACKPINK Lisa, NCT Haechan

ESFPs are expressive and direct people (Fi - Te), always go for what they want (Se). They're not afraid to show who they are, hardly ever shy to be their true selves (Fi). They tend to be eye catching in a way, whether it be from their personal style or their energy.

Nayeon's solo album showcased her styles and authenticity. She wanted to show her taste and experiment a little bit too.

Lisa uses her Se for her perfornances, always giving it her all. An amazing dancer as well.

Haechan is witty and quick on his feet (Se), reads the room well. He's very honest, always speaking his mind (Fi - Te).

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pt. 2 🤧🥰

boy who fell first & girl who fell harder

takes long to get ready gf & loves waiting for them bf

gorgeous girl & pretty boy

needy gf & bf who loves her too much to say no when he’s tired

over-thinker gf & patient bf

gf who loves her family & family man

oblivious girl & boy who’s absolutely in love with her

light brunette & dark brunette

pretty eyes gf & pretty smile bf

sunset loving gf & “you’re my best view” bf

short bossy gf & tall bf who follows her around

academic gf & athlete bf

bf who makes corny jokes & gf who’ll laugh every time

enjoys baking in her free time gf & taste tester bf

hates olives (?) & loves olives (?) (olive theory 😉)

gf who buys a ton of perfume & bf who loves her scent

street smart (g) & book smart (m)

more extroverted (?) & more introverted (?)

only child gf & bf with siblings

rants abt someone she strongly dislikes gf & immediately doesn’t like them either bf

gf who wears mascara & bf with naturally long lashes

gf with long hair & bf who brushes it for her

lalalala girl & okokokok boy

bf who makes sandcastles & gf who tans

girl with high standards & perfect boy

miss independent & mister gentleman

flower lover & flower bringer

stylish pretty gf & bf who can’t take his eyes off her

eats too fast bf & eats too slow gf

girl who’s been hurt in the past & not who treats her like a princess

short girl & tall boy with the best hugs

bf who speaks another language & gf who loves to hear him talk in a foreign language

hockey player & girl who can’t skate

gf who rooted for a specific team her whole life & boy who played for the “enemy” team

gf who loves shopping & bf who gets dragged to go with her

once again, KILLED IT

i love these so much

like these are all so perfect

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Types Of People (pt.1) RAINBOW 🌈

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RED -

Leather jackets, lollipop, bubblegum, hot chocolate strawberries, sport cars, badass, chestnut hair, gives 0 fucks about others opinion, heartless, books filled with dark doodles, takes a lot of naps, ripped jeans, webtoon, unabashed flirting, hair flipping, still makes mixtapes, not a good example, brutally honest, irreversible tornadoes, chips, bad habits, knowing what’s wrong with one look, tousled hair, into natural products, doesn’t like when someone calls them cute, walking barefoot on concrete, attempts to avoid all the responsibilities, Coca-Cola, protective, new ideas, fuzzy blankets, honey brown eyes, horror movies, Netflix, can be lazy sometimes, red, sarcastic, lace up boots, classical music, talks in sleep.

ORANGE -

Has a million interests but bad at managing time, good liar, orange, astrology, outdoors, mischievous looks, friends with everyone, light brown hair, stronger than they think, holding hands at night, has snacks with them for unknown reason, would kill for the people they love, daydreaming, backward hats, unmade beds, loves art, looks mean but is actually very nice, organized playlists, tangled earphones, anime, iced lemonade, climbing trees, skateboarding, middle fingers, sarcastic, curious, wreck this journal, face masks, does yoga on daily basis, photography, dancing in the rain, steel blue eyes, horny 24/7, dried roses, cotton candy, self care guru, bad at cooking, freckles, remembering their dreams, into some kinky shit, interested in science.

YELLOW -

Likes picnics and roses, hidden birth marks, being honest, honey, pressed flowers, brown hair, spicy food, loves movie dates, chill but doesn’t take shit, listening to music from someone else’s earphones, sunshine, stuffed toys, doesn’t like loud sounds, cheek kisses, fashion, can be depressed when left alone, takes long walks, watches cartoons, thinks every animal is cute, bags with patches, olive green eyes, texts to ask if ‘u ok’ or ‘had a good day’, cat lover, flowers in their hair, peaceful being, collects and presses flowers, makes friends easily, whispering sweet words to small creatures, yellow, a sweet voice, hates cockroaches, loves the sound of ocean, feeling of sunlight hitting your skin, soft hair, keep tracks of things, never does anything to make anyone feel uncomfortable.

GREEN -

Very patient, dark brown hair, sugar coated peanuts, vans shoe, self love, reading, clumsy, sarcasm, constant internal screaming, relaxed expression but a storm underneath, good at maths, kiwi, jean jackets, loaded heads and clear eyes, can tear you apart, book piles, early mornings, always mused to little things, soccer, plant parent, pocky, succulents, loves learning new languages, thick, getting into a drama, really good at reading people, has a bad temper if you cross them, stargazing, thoughtful words, charcoal eyes, cute jackets, pretty handwriting, listens to podcasts, green, smart, blooming flowers, balances work, freckled arms, always have good advice, feels like classic music and art, probably has owned the same jacket from last 10 years.

BLUE -

Can never make up their mind, not very patient, youngest in group, angel, falls in love easily, shy smiles, carnivals, big sweaters, watches sad movies late at night and then feels super guilty next day, sandy blond hair, hard working, sparkle in their eyes, still a child, fluffy pillows, scented markers, trips a lot, sweet to everyone, blue, addicted to games, freckles, askes a lot of questions, watches cartoon, they either eat everything or forgets to eat, hazel eyes, tries their best, a daydreamer and a night thinker, short as heck, spinning until they’re dizzy, cries easily, stuffed toys, cute, love museums, has a secret, avoiding their problems, can’t sit still, picks fight they can’t finish, is super sweet and soft, overemotional, literally the cutest.

INDIGO -

Knows when someone can’t be trusted, black hair, cold feet, feared, black+indigo, sensitive lips, chocolates, milk, ?, mostly wears black, gets depressing thoughts but tires to be happy, sharp eyes, athletic, learning new languages, aces everything, blue eyes, dogs, agnostic, photo albums, focuses on details, kind, car rides, comics, soft aching hands, painting for hours, witty, protective, perfect person to cuddle with, do no harm but take no shit, tattoos, cold from outside soft from inside, piano, broken, clean white walls, extremely loyal, drinking water, headphones blasting music, draws a lot, your comfort person, amazing at sports, middle fingers, great cook, late night showers, laying down on concrete roofs to watch the stars, webtoon.

VIOLET -  

Fluffy pillows, laughs too loudly, wears pj’s anywhere anytime, moon, great cook, easily distracted, well moisturized, sunglasses, stuffed toys, noticed things that most people don’t, eye rolling, wants to stay young forever, takes pics of plants, light brown hair, sipping tea, mixes well with anyone, sarcasm, collects something, beautifully dangerous, bitch, goes with the flow, messy notes, stars, cotton candy, keeps up with trends, tips waiter generously, beautiful, cruising with the top down, grey eyes, sometimes lonely, no bad vibes, scented candles, loves gardening, great with kids. scary when angry, drinking out of painted tea cups, caring, homemade jams, pocket full of wonders.

[libraryofloveletters]

Rating CM Couples Because I’m Bored

*I think I put everyone that I can remember in here but if I'm forgetting someone, let me know!*

A/N: these are in no specific order and yes I know you didn’t ask for this but too bad :) also spoilers are in there if you have’t seen the whole thing!

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Aaron and Haley

The high school sweethearts storyline was cute 

Great parents 

I still think she was cheating, it was a little shady that her phone rang right after he got off the landline 

“Make sure he knows you weren’t always so serious” or whatever she said was sweet

Her death didn’t cause tears but seeing Hotch cry out her death did cause tears

Feel like her storyline could have ended better, they didn’t really need to kill her but they did it for the ✨razzle dazzle✨ 

Maybe they could have gotten a divorce and been great co-parents 

Overall: 8/10 (her dying was a shitty end) 

Gideon and Sarah (the lady from the cabin) 

Very short storyline

She made him happy 

The dance scene in the cabin in Fisher King pt.1 was adorable  

Would have like to seen more of her 

Overall: 10/10 (they were the least problematic couple)

JJ and Will 

Love them 

Will is non-problematic (stan him for clear skin) 

Their family is adorable 

He’s a great father (literally put his job on hold and moved states for her to continue her job after Henry) 

She could have definitely treated him better 

Could have included their other kid more, it’s always about Henry

Will is always about JJ, JJ tends to wander ? (the je*d situation) 

Overall: 7/10 (cause of the je*d situation and they could have made the storyline better) 

Spencer and Mauve 

Again, short and shitty storyline 

There was so much more that could have been done here (like maybe let him be happy for once??)

In suspense for the longest time about the secret phone calls and when Mauve was finally introduced, we got like 2 minutes of proper screen time with her 

Their little dance was cute 

Her death was absolute bullshit 

She tells Spencer that she loves him on the phone and he's in shock so he doesn't say it back, then she hangs up 

When he finally sees her in person, she’s minutes away from her death 

He had to tell her that he didn’t love her even thought he did (at least it seemed like he did) 

Bringing her back in season 15 was nice so we had some closure ?? (but why was she blonde ? they have hair salons in heaven ??)

Overall: 6/10 (hated the way it ended :( )

Derek and Savannah  

Savannah was the perfect woman for Derek. She’s smart, has a good job with a weird schedule (like his), not to mention gorgeous 

But making him settle down with the first woman he really showed interest in, didn't make sense 

If he had a previous relationship that didn’t work and then introduced Savannah, it would have made sense 

They were well suited, personality and looks wise 

Would have liked to seen their wedding  

He got married and we didn’t even get to see it :( 

The way their storyline ended was a mess ??

He gets kidnapped and when she gets him back, she gets shot and they almost lose the baby, then Morgan almost gets himself killed again and barely got back in time for the birth 

Overall: 8/10 (could have been better written but they were cute) 

Matt and Kristy 

Unproblematic favs 

King and Queen shit 

Great parents 

Love love love their storyline, from CMBB to CM, it was all around good 

They’re both hot and educated 

I don’t understand where they had make to make a 5th kid when he’s never home, she’s a lawyer (that has to be time consuming) and 4 children to take care of 

Their love as always on display, seen the rawest version of it in 13x19 

Overall: 10/10 (love them)

Penelope and Kevin 

The shower scene when Rossi went to her apartment was the peak scandalous moment for them 

Her wants and needs were too much for him to handle 

She was super independent and he wanted her to do what he wants in a way 

The whole marriage plot was dropped real quick 

He wanted a farm ?? (if I remember correctly) and she didn’t want that 

The end of their relationship was weird 

They had that moment at JJ and Will’s wedding and then that was it ?? He kinda just vanished after ? 

Overall: 5/10 (average couple)

Derek and Penelope 

Top tier 

Would have be a power couple if they got together (already a power couple but would have officially been one) 

The way they look at each other

The way the protect each other, especially him with her 

They’re in love you can’t tell me otherwise 

If they weren’t in love, why would he come back to the BAU and only see her ? 

They probably hooked up on the lows 

There was a lot of potential here

“You’re my god given solace” 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Overall: 10/10  (my favourites!!) 

Spencer and Derek 

Cute cute cute

That’s been there since day one

They always had a playful relationship but Derek was always protecting him, no matter what 

Although Spencer wasn't physically capable of defending, he still tried in his own way 

Their relationship has grown a lot since season 1 

“we’ll be bound together through space and time and some day, in another life, we will meet again” “I'll be waiting for you” like come on, in love. 

there was a lot of potential here too 

Overall: 9/10 (-1 cause it didn’t actually happen) 

Aaron and Emily 

Could definitely see the tension between them 

There was 100% chemistry there 

They both think alike, they’re very critical thinkers which for obvious reasons wouldn’t have works

Would have been cute tho 

In 4x03, you could see the worry on his face when she was inside. It was more than a boss/subordinate worry, he genuinely cares about her 

Overall: 7/10 (could have been better) 

JJ and Spencer 

Would have maybe made sense if they introduced it season 1-2

Didn’t make sense after she was married and had 2 kids 

The confession she gave him felt forced (under the circumstances, they were but still) 

The awkwardness after was weird, like you’re telling me the team and Will didn’t pick up on it at he wedding ?

Overall: -1/10 (je*d)

Tara and Daryl 

The moments they had were sweet afterwards like their hug 

They both had grown a lot since their marriage 

It was very mature of her to be happy for him after they split (she’s cool like that) 

Very short storyline 

Overall: 6/10 (they were very normal) 

JJ and Emily 

Elite 

Would have a power couple if the writers had actually put them together

should have confessed to Spencer that she loved Emily and not him 

All their moments were adorable 

Hot moms and Co parent Will (would have been so cute) 

Overall: 9/10 (power couple) 

Emily and Andrew 

Short storyline

Kinda pointless ? 

Felt super last minute and rushed 

Their dinner date was cute 

Overall: 5/10 (they were eh, could have been written better) 

Luke and Lisa 

They were cute

Again a very short storyline 

She was very determined to make Luke talk about his feelings (kinda pointless ?? he’d talk when he as ready) 

Should have called it quits after Phil died 

Wasn’t needed to drag it along, but they did and we didn’t even see her?? They just kept mentioning her 

Overall: 6/10 (average couple) 

Luke and Penelope 

Adorable 

Would have loved to see this storyline start earlier 

Maybe get to see the date ?? 

Their little flirting/bantering was cute 

There was definitely chemistry there 

Overall: 8/10 (super cute)

Spencer and Max 

This felt so rushed 

She was there for 2 episodes 

Dragging her into the Cat plot was shit 

It was nice to see him happy tho 

Would have liked to seen her nephew again, he was funny 

Overall: 5/10 (didn't really like this) 

Aaron and Beth 

This was cute 

They made each other happy 

She was good with Jack 

Understanding about his job (unlike miss haley 🙄)

Would have to seen this go somewhere else 

Her taking the job in Hong Kong was just a shitty end for their relationship 

Overall: 7/10 (could have ended better, at least she didn’t die) 

Rossi and Carolyn 

This was sweet 

Her death was sad, it was clear he still cared about her 

She was only there for like 2-3 (??) episodes

Overall: 6/10 (unproblematic but normal) 

Rossi and Hayden 

This was also cute 

Joy was the only good thing from this marriage ?? 

Them dating for like half a minute was weird 

Making Rossi say that racist ass comment after he was literally married to beautiful woman of colour was stupid 

Overall: 6/10 (average couple) 

Rossi and Krystall 

Loved them together 

Their little sneaky links were hilarious 

Miss Krystall is a bad bitch 

She’s super supportive 

Overall: 8/10 (my favourites out of Rossi’s wives) 

Rossi and Strauss

Hilarious together, it was cute

Rossi was always on her ass, he did what he wanted 

Her death was kinda shitty, Rossi cared about her tho 

Reid and Garcia bumping into him and then seeing her was funny 

Overall: 6/10 (ended badly)

[hurricanery]

handmade

A/N: Hi! I felt like writing something slightly cute and wanted to get some requests done. This is inspired by this prompt, this prompt, & this prompt and a few others basically requesting Amelink/Scout first night home from the hospital/Amelia being super hormonal. This ended up being still a lil angsty whoops but thank you for sending prompts! And pt. 6 of If You Went Away will most likely be posted next <3

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hold me tight and I’ll sink in

i’m absorbed in your thinking

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“....I’m sorry, huh?” Amelia’s voice comes out in a stunned question. She glances up at Carina DeLuca from where she’s settled in her increasingly uncomfortable bed on the maternity floor.

“I said you can go home, Dr. Shepherd,” Carina repeats the words she’d spoken just prior, smiling optimistically. “You guys can go home today.”

Link smiles wide from where he stands near Amelia’s bedside. He rubs Amelia’s shoulder encouragingly, looking down at her with an expression of pure excitement. Amelia’s face does not reflect an equal sentiment.

“You’re sure….?” She turns her attention back to Carina, eyebrows pulling together as she tries to process this information.

“Yes, Amelia,” Carina laughs, implementing the first name basis in an attempt to comfort the new mother in front of her. “You’re healthy. The baby is healthy….” She smiles down at Scout, who sleeps soundly in the bassinet in the corner of the room. “It’s time to bring him home.”

Amelia’s frown deepens as she watches Carina leave the room. It had been two full days since Scout came into the world. Two full days of being surrounded by the people she loves. Two full days of constant support and visitors. And now it was back to reality. Her new reality.

She knows. In the back of her mind. That there’s no point in staying here in this hospital room. She’s a doctor. She’s prepared. Or she should be. And there’s nothing else left to do.

She bites the corner of her thumbnail anxiously as she re-visits her mental checklist. She pretty much has a handle on the feeding process. Link has basically mastered swaddling. And they were finally able to settle on a name. Which, as it turns out, was the toughest part. But they got there. And now there was nothing else left to do. The checklist is complete. Scout Derek Shepherd Lincoln is ready to go home.

Link clears his throat, raising his eyebrows at Amelia, who drops her nervous nail-biting to return his gaze. She smiles, despite herself, allowing Link’s calm demeanor to anchor her.

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Link is prepared, he thinks. For most things in life. Part of that he credits to not being an over-thinker. His preparedness is never a result of heavy planning, but more so an outlook that allows him to go with the flow. To take things as they come.

He’d only stressed momentarily before Amelia went into labor.

Will Amelia have an easy delivery?

Will we make it to the hospital on time?

Will the baby be scared of me?

That was the extent of his worry. So, what he’d failed to consider, was the aftermath. What to expect in the days and weeks after the birth.

“Ugh, god, stop,” Amelia whines. “Really, I got it.”

Link chuckles, bewildered, as he watches Amelia climb the staircase in Meredith’s house. He drops his hands from where he’d attempted resting them on her shoulders, in an effort to guide her up the stairs.

“You’re sore, Amelia. I was just trying to help.”

Link shrugs to himself defensively before following shortly after her.

“I don’t need help.” She mutters as they cross the threshold back into her bedroom.

They both peek into Scout’s bassinet next to the bed, and momentary relief floods them both at the sight of their newborn still sound asleep.

Link’s gaze remains glued to Scout adoringly, until he hears Amelia’s exasperated sigh from somewhere behind him.

He turns around in time to watch her lower herself onto the bed. She sits halfway up, leaning against the headboard and closes her eyes tightly. The grimace that twists across her face makes Link feel helpless.

“You okay?” He tries, slowly approaching the bed to sit down on the edge, near her feet.

“Ugh,” she groans her response, not even opening her eyes when she feels Link’s weight on the bed.

Link rests a hand on her shin comfortingly. And Amelia groans again, a crease forming between her brows.

“What can I do?”

“Nothing,” she breathes out impatiently.

And Link sighs.

“I can’t believe I forgot this part….” She continues, opening her eyes to look at Link. “There’s not really a handbook for what to expect after, ya know?” She laughs a little bit, apologetically. And Link nods understandingly. “I mean the last time…” Her voice cracks a bit on the sentence. “The last time….I couldn’t really separate the pregnancy from….from what else was going on with me….health-wise….” She trails off again as reluctant tears spring to her eyes. “I just kinda forgot about all this.” She laughs bitterly as she gestures to her own body between them.

“Well, let me help you-”

“What can you do, Link?! My uterus is quite literally shrinking back to its normal size. It’s just cramps.” She cuts him off angrily and Link recoils from her mood swing. She folds her arms across her chest and then immediately gasps at the tenderness there. “And, dammit, my chest is sore. That part….I didn’t have to deal with the last time.”

Link nods slowly. Breastfeeding was a new experience this time around.

“Sorry….” She mumbles, much quieter than before, glancing at the newborn that sleeps just a couple of feet away. “For lashing out. It’s not me, it’s the hormones.”

“Eh,” Link shrugs. “I’m used to it at this point.”

Amelia scowls. But it quickly softens into a slight smile as she leans back again and closes her eyes.

“You’ve known me as hormonal and pregnant more than you’ve known me as….not hormonal and not pregnant. I promise you, I’m not crazy.” She whispers.

“Sure, Amelia.” Link chuckles.

Her eyes shoot open. “Hey!” She mutters playfully. “I would try to be on my good side right now.”

“You’re right, you’re right.” He shakes his head amusedly, pulling her feet into his lap. He massages her feet and ankles and watches her relax into the sensation, while he thinks of his next plan. “How about a bath? That might feel good….?”

She blinks, thinking about it. She purses her lips, not wanting to admit to Link that he’s come up with something useful.

Link laughs at her expression.

“I’m going to start a bath, then.”

And Amelia pouts at the loss of contact when he shifts her feet away from him, moving towards the bathroom.

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“You want me to join you, or just stay in here, or-”

“No,” Amelia says sternly as she relaxes back into the tub, resting her eyes. She’s taken aback by the impatient tone of her own voice, though, and she opens her tired eyes apologetically. “I mean, no thank you. I’m okay.” She smiles. “And thank you for this.”

Link isn’t hurt by her dismissal. He smiles back at her. “That’s okay….I’m just going to go watch Scout sleep.”

Amelia huffs out a laugh at this.

“Okay,” she murmurs. “You do that.”

Link watches as Amelia unwinds completely. She sighs in bliss as she leans her head back and it makes Link’s heart swell. It makes him feel less useless to her. He’s still smiling to himself as he turns on his heels, walking back to the room to do exactly what he’d mentioned. Watch his newborn sleep.

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“Hey,” Amelia breathes as she rounds the corner back into the bedroom, wrapped up in a fluffy white towel. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to stay in there so long.”

“That’s okay,” Link responds, shifting his gaze away from the bassinet and turning around to meet Amelia’s eyes. “You earned it.”

Amelia smiles gratefully, moving forward to sit next to Link on the edge of the bed. She looks down warmly at the sleeping newborn in front of them. “You were serious when you said you were just gonna watch him sleep, huh?” She mutters quietly.

“Mhm,” Link’s eyes are glued back to Scout. “He hasn’t even stirred.”

“Don’t say that,” Amelia warns. “Let’s not jinx it. Can you imagine us actually sleeping through the night?” She grins up at Link. And Link shakes his head amusedly.

“But we should probably sleep, while he sleeps….” Link offers.

“Right….” Amelia mumbles. “But, wow. It is really hard to look away from him, isn’t it?”

Link laughs. And suddenly stands. He reaches a hand out for Amelia to take.

“Come on, bedtime.” Link pulls Amelia into a standing position, and they both take one last look at Scout.

“Can you believe we….made him?” Amelia’s voice is full of wonder. “We made that tiny little human.”

“Well, you did most of the work,” Link grins. Then turns to her with a more serious expression. “You still….do most of the work.”

Amelia’s heart swells. And she smiles, biting her lip, trying to shrug off the sentiment of Link’s words.

“And you should sleep in tomorrow,” Link adds, guiding them around to the other side of the bed. “Do you want to pump at all tonight….? So that you can sleep in a little bit when he wakes up hungry?”

Amelia groans, rolling her eyes. “That’s not a bad idea.”

“Here,” Link approaches the dresser, grabbing her sleep shorts and one of his oversized t-shirts. “Put on something comfy first.”

“Mhm,” Amelia nods in agreement, taking the clothes from him. But then she gasps suddenly, a sharp cramp twisting through her pelvis.

“What’s wrong?!”

“Just cramps,” she breathes, eyes shut tight.

“Okay, here. Sooner you get changed, sooner you can get back into bed.” Link takes the t-shirt back from her, encouraging her to drop the towel and lift her arms. And when she does so, Link guides the shirt over her body. He then crouches down, tapping Amelia on each foot in a way that signifies for her to step into her shorts. Link slowly rises as he pulls them up her legs, and the second the forgiving waistband is resting at her hips, Amelia collapses back down into the bed.

Link sighs. Not wanting to disturb her. “I’m….going to go get the breast pump.”

Amelia groans.

“Sorry,” Link whispers apologetically as he leaves the room.

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Amelia yawns desperately as she finishes pumping. She lays back against the headboard again, her head rolling to the side to look at Link, smiling lazily.

“This must be so attractive to you, sorry,” she mumbles sarcastically. “But I think I’m done,” she adds as she sits up.

Link frowns as Amelia settles herself from the task.

“Amelia….” He watches as she starts putting everything away. “Don’t say that.”

She just laughs dismissively in response.

“You’re literally providing nutrients to our kid, I mean….” He trails off, shaking his head in disbelief, trying to gather his next words. “I’ve never found you more attractive.”

Amelia rolls her eyes. Suddenly sick of the overly sentimental direction this conversation was heading.

“I was joking,” she replies shortly, her tone impatient once again. “Let’s just go to bed.”

“Alright,” Link agrees as Amelia quickly gets under the covers. He glances across, to the freshly pumped breast milk on her bedside table. He gets up and crosses the room. “I’m going to go put this in the fridge, I’ll be back.”

Her lack of response still doesn’t quite phase him.

When Link returns, a few minutes later, Amelia is seemingly sound asleep. He settles under the covers on his side of the bed and lays flat on his back.

He turns his head toward Amelia, who sleeps on her side, with her back to him. She makes no indication that she’s aware of his presence. Link sighs, turning over to face the opposite way. He shuts his eyes tightly, desperate to get some sleep before the inevitable. Before Scout wakes up and wreaks havoc on their sleep schedules.

Link begins to drift off quickly, only barely interrupted when he feels Amelia shift around in the bed. He successfully ignores the movement, falling easily back into the verge of slumber.

Until 10 minutes later. When he feels movement again.

Amelia shifts around in the bed, and Link can hear her sigh heavily. Her breath sounds closer to him than before. But again, he tries not to let it pull him from sleep. He grasps onto his exhaustion, willing himself to fall asleep.

But then 5 minutes later, he’s shaken from sleep again. Because he can feel the dip in the mattress as Amelia adjusts herself once more. Now impossibly close to him. Her breath against the back of his neck is the biggest indication of the lack of space between them.

Before he can even think about resisting, or think about grappling back towards sleep, he feels cold feet rest against his bare shins under the covers.

He gasps fully awake at the abrupt sensation. And turns over in bed.

“Amelia….” he groans sleepily, blinking as his eyes adjust. He can just make out her face in the dimly lit room. He’s immediately shocked by just how close she is to him.

Her eyes stare back at him widely.

“If you want to cuddle,” he smirks knowingly, “all you have to do is say so.”

“I don’t,” she deflects, brushing off the accusation.

Link’s smirk grows. Like he’s won some battle. And resent reflects all over Amelia’s face.

“Okay, then,” he announces matter-of-factly, beginning to turn away from her again.

But then her face falls. And Link pauses, scanning her eyes. And then he decides.

“Okay,” he mutters again. “Well I’m going to cuddle you anyway. Because it’s what I want.” He reaches for her, wrapping his arms around her until she adjusts so that her back aligns with his front.

Amelia sighs at the contact, relaxing into his embrace completely. Link’s hands move to rest over her lower abdomen and instead of retreating, the comfort actually brings tears to Amelia’s eyes. Link presses gently, applying soothing pressure, and Amelia gasps gratefully.

“Does that feel okay?” He murmurs.

Amelia quickly nods, letting out a quiet “Mhm,” instead of revealing the emotion that would likely be evident in her voice if she went the more verbal route.

But then she sighs again. Because even she can hear the level of desperation in her ‘Mhm.’

“It’s just the hormones,” she defends herself out loud, a revealing tightness to her voice.

“Sure, Amelia.” He chuckles, reaching forward to place a quick kiss to the top of her head. He relaxes back into their now shared position, finally drifting off to sleep.

//

[dany-is-my-queen]

Born To Be Yours | Part VIII

Sansa Stark x Fem! Baratheon! Reader (Daenerys Targaryen x Fem! Baratheon! Reader eventually)

Season 1-8

Word Count: 2,165

Note: Leave your thoughts please! 💛

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7 Pt.9

“I don’t want to leave King’s Landing! What about you and Tommen? No one can separate us! Please Y/N, I don’t want to go to Dorne.” Myrcella was weeping holding you tight by the waist.

“You’ll be safer in Dorne, little one. It’s dangerous if you stay. I promise you I’ll visit Sunspear as soon as I can. They will give you a warm welcome. Nothing bad is going to happen, okay?” You keep saying to ease her worries. She’ll be just fine, you thought.

“I’m going to miss you.”

“You are my sister. We’ll be in each other’s hearts till the end of time.” You wiped her tears.

“Princess Y/N, Princess Myrcella.” Sansa greeted you. Another two courtiers arrived to be with her.

“Lady Sansa, I love your dress! Did you make it yourself?” Myr announced.

“Yes, princess.” She chuckled.

“You should teach me how to do this beautiful stitching. Sadly we don’t have the time.”

“I’ll send you a golden gown as a present on your nameday” She grinned and went off to play hide & seek with the ladies. “You are going to miss your sister.” Sansa said.

“A lot. But I know it has a purpose. She’s strong.” You nodded.

“Just like you. I miss Arya. We had a complicated relation, she was always so annoying and I was a brat. I should have cherished the moments we had together. She’s out there all alone.” With a sad voice she spoke.

“We will find her.”

“May I ask you something?” She doubtfully inquired.

“Anything.”

“You don’t like to be around Joffrey?”

“No. And I’m glad he hardly ever request my presence. We had a messy childhood. I’ve been closer to my siblings since they were born. They brought light to my life. There’s nothing in this world I wouldn’t do for them.”

“I admire you, Y/N.” You smiled.

“Lady Sansa, do you fancy poetry?”

“I do! It’s very romantic.”

“Well, I’m happy to hear that. I made you a poem... you inspired me. Here it goes...

Big vivid blue eyes

Gentler than the ocean sea

Long silky auburn locks

Warmer than a sunset

This a lady, a lady who will own the world.”

You created it the very first day you meet her, of course, you wouldn’t recite it to her when you barely knew each other. It was way too short but it meant something.

“Woah... Y/N I’m speechless. You are so sweet. I don’t deserve a friend like you.” Right, friend.

“Of course you do.” You said. She kissed your cheek the same way you kissed hers the other night. Swiftly and subtly. Gods it felt so good. If anyone was watching they could see how blushed you two were.

“May I ask specifically what the King has in mind?” Tyrion was weary of his sister’s stubbornness.

“You may, specifically, or you may ask vaguely. The answer will be the same.” She nonchalant answered.

“It’s important we talk about this.” He insisted.

“It’s the King’s royal prerogative to withhold sensitive information from his councilors.” Cersei was looking from the balcony to the gardens the longing stare Sansa had on you. You watched with a heavy heart over the younger princess so you weren’t paying much attention. The Queen Regent didn’t like the idea of that kind of closeness between you both. She didn’t suspect anything either, not more than devotion the northern lady held for Y/N. Still, it bothered her you always stood up for her. “That whore should stay away from my daughter.” She declared.

“Why? It seems they get along pretty well, your son loves to torture her. She found someone who treats her right. I don’t quite understand the reason you’re mad about it.”

“She’s poisoning her. Manipulating her. Y/N is so naive. That girl thinks she has her under her claws at her disposition.”

“What you are saying doesn’t make any sense. They are just girls. What harm can they do to each other?

“Will you send her away as well? Maybe you should have considered Y/N instead of Myrcella.”

“You haven’t changed a bit. Still so bitter and distant with Y/N. She knows how to fight, how to defend herself. She’s brave. Just like her father Robert Baratheon was. Only three of your four children are sane. But I’m really curious about this... how can you put one of them above the other? Being so hurtful with your actions and your words, Y/N experienced that. Where were you when she needed you the most?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Of course I love her. In my own way. She’s my blood, and for good or for bad, blood is for life.” Tyrion let out a tired sighed of disbelief. Then he left.

“My friend...” Varys approached you.

“What news, Lord Varys?”

“Your uncle Renly. He’s dead.”

“How?”

“He was stabbed in the heart. Some say it was Lady Catelyn Stark, his own Kingsguard, and others Stannis Baratheon himself. We don’t know for sure.” You knew this was a high possibility due to the quarrel between Stannis and Renly, though it was soon you were pretty sad about the fact he’s gone. He was always good to you.

It was the day Myrcella was leaving home to be in an unknown place. She was terrified, truth be told you were too but you had to remain strong and positive.

“My lioness, I’m sure the next time we see each other you’ll be even more beautiful. Five years, twenty years, we’ll always be the same.” You were trusting Dorne to take care of her.

“Just a bit older. Who is going to stay with me when I have a nightmare or when-“

“As father told me, don’t be scared even in the face of danger. You will never be alone. I love you.” You kissed her forehead bidding her goodbye.

“Promise you will never forget about me Y/N.”

“I promise.”

“May the seven guide the princess on her journey...”

Tommen was sobbing, the septa cleaned his face. You held him whispering she was going to be safe and soon enough you’ll be seeing her again.

“You sound like a cat meowing for his mother. Princes don’t cry.” Joffrey hissed with his arms folded. You were to busy comforting your baby brother to pay him any attention.

“I saw you cry.” Sansa blunted out.

“Did you say something, my lady?” He turned to her.

“My little brother cried when I left Winterfell.”

“So?”

“It seems a normal thing.”

“Is your little brother a prince?”

“No?”

“Not really relevant, isn’t it?” He irritably replied.

“Some people care for their siblings, you don’t care for any of us. That’s why you are so stone-hearted about it.” You kept looking at Myrcella almost gone boat. He gave you a withering look before walking. Sansa was emotionless, perhaps because of her younger brothers, Bran and Rickon. Hopefully, they were alright.

“Come, dog.”

You followed the guards. In the hall, a crowd started to yell things at the King. Tommen was taken back to the Keep while your mother and you stayed close to each other, she held your hand.

“Hail to the King!”

“Murderer! Bastard!”

“Please your grace, we are hungry!”

Suddenly a piece of cow excrement was thrown to his arrogant face. “Who threw that? I want the man who threw that! Find him and bring him to me! Kill them! Kill them all!” Sansa handmaidens were keeping her close. The Lannister guardsmen shielded you and Cersei while the folk tried to get to your eldest brother. They were rioting, it was chaos.

“Move, move!” Tyrion ducked his head. You tried to follow the tall girl but she left your sight.

You entered a big gate to safety. “Where’s the Stark girl?” Tyrion shouted.

“Let them have her!” Joffrey furiously screamed.

Wasting no time you ran to the exit not caring about the riot happening outside.

You entered a short corridor, almost tripping by your feet. When you found her she was on the ground with her clothes ripped off, crying while trying to break free from the man’s grip.

“Have you ever been fucked?” You heard the disgusting person say.

“Take your hands off her!” You pushed one of them and hit him. The other flee and the last punched you in the stomach and then slapped you. The northerner was terrified. In that precise moment, before you kept fighting, The Hound arrived and spun the leader down, then disemboweled him, the second begged for mercy, resulting in him cutting his throat. He first offered to help you what you refused so he could carry the Stark girl. She was in shock.

Now you were in the gated area. You heavily sighed. “The Princess is hurt! So is the little bird.”

“Thank you, Sandor.” He nodded.

“Y/N! Are you alright? Did the assailants do something to you?” Tyrion worriedly asked you.

“No, no I’m fine.” You shook your head, trying to catch your breath.

“That was stupid.”

“Well, Joffrey is a slow thinker.”

“Your mother is going to be so angry about this.”

“I don’t care, uncle. You know it.” You smiled at him and he shook his head in disapprove. “My lady. They will take you back to the Red Keep. I will personally treat your wounds okay?”

“You already have done too much, my princess. I-“

“Please.” She nodded. “I’ll be with you in a few moments.”

You entered Cersei’s chambers, she was expecting you. Both hands on her waist. “What the hell were you thinking?! Are you an idiot? I’ve sent one of my daughters away and now the other is almost raped and killed the same day!” She was all hysterical.

“Mother, your son wasn’t deciding. Someone had to. Without Lady Sansa we’ll never see Jaime again. I’m the only person who cares for the innocent people? I wouldn’t let them hurt her.” You fought back.

“She is not worth risking your life for. You are trying to follow your father to the grave! It’s not about honor. It’s about your safety. I can’t lose you, Y/N.” She argued.

“You won’t.” You walked out leaving her with a mad expression.

“She was so brave Shae! She came to my aid when I thought those people were going to hurt me. She’s so fearless.”

“It was a very silly act. Things could have gotten worse.”

“But they didn’t. Sandor also helped. But Y/N,s boldness is remarkable.” Shae peered at her knowing what Sansa really meant.

You knocked on the redhead door. “I hope it’s not too late. My mother kept talking, I couldn’t wiggle my way out.” You excused yourself.

“Come in. I was waiting for you. Shae insisted on do it herself.”

“Princess. My lady.”

“Goodnight, Shae. She’s in good hands.” She gave you a little smile.

“Did you have supper already?”

“Yes, I took a quick bath too.” Sansa gestured you to sit down.

“I see. Your hair is still wet.” You quipped.

“You saved me. Again.” She began.

“Actually, Sandor saved us. I’m glad I arrived in time.”

“I thought they were going to kill me.”

“I wouldn’t let them. I won’t let anyone touches you ever again. I’m sorry. It must have been very frightening to you.”

“It was. You rescued me. I’m so grateful, Y/N. But your life is way more important than mine. Stop doing it.”

“I’ve heard that before.” You took the kerchief smearing in it some ointment.

“I’m serious. You are very brave. I don’t want you to get seriously injured because of me.” She insisted, more serious this time.

“I wouldn’t blame you. No harm will come to you while I’m around. I mean it. What I wouldn’t do to save you?”

“You are so stubborn. I would have given them bread if I had it. I hate the King more than any of them.”

“I know you would and I know you do, we share the same feeling about him.”

“Oh, gods! I’m a fool! I didn’t notice until now that you are also hurt.” She concernedly acknowledged.

“It doesn’t matter.” You brushed it off.

“Of course it does.”

“You first.” With the fabric, you began to swab her eyebrow cut.

“Auch.”

“It’s not deep. Does it hurt?”

“A little. What about yours?” She carefully touched your lower lip with her thumb.

“It’s just a scratch.”

“Let me clean it.” You found her eyes staring at your lips.

“The-the cut will disappear soon.” She stuttered.

“I won’t.” She looked up yo meet your eyes.

“What?”

“I won’t stop risking my life to keep you safe.” Not only you were doing this for the promise you made to Lady Catelyn, or because it was the right thing to do, not even for honor or recognition, but because you were falling harder and harder for her, you were deeply in love with the she-wolf.

[witchcraft-in-wonderland]

Dimmed Lights (Pt.2)

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It had been about a month since Remus' wedding, Roman was starting school soon.

Roman despised school.

Soulmates kissing in the halls, marks so bright it was almost blinding. Students asking him why he hadnt found his soulmates yet, asking why his markings were oh so dull.

But his least favorite thing about the school, was the school's favorite power couple.

Roman had known for a while that goth kids were going to end up taking over one day, but this just proved it.

Janus Belgrave was a year above Roman, he was tall and he had heterochromia and canines that were so sharp they might as well have been knives. He always seemed to know everything about a person by looking at them. He was always wearing a hat or a cape, regardless of dress code formality. He had a soul mark shaped like purple and black flowers down one side of his face.

Virgil Liddell was in the same grade as Roman. He was short and shy but he could probably drop kick someone if they made him feel even the slightest bit threatened. He had bright lilac eyes and darker purple hair. His soul mark was in the form of a two-headed snake that wrapped around his neck and collarbone.

The two of them always wore much more clothing than Roman would have deemed necessary, and would get very defensive when asked about it. But, goth kids were weird, so he wasnt going to judge.

Roman sat on his bed, staring at the rows and rows of clothing in his closet. He supposed it was a good thing he didnt have to try fitting himself in there to. After a long while Roman finally decided on a red hoodie with two white stripes in the middle as well as stripes down the sleeves, a pair of shorts, and black boots.

"Roman! Breakfast!" Roman's mother called from downstairs. Roman let out a sigh that wouldve been worthy of an oscar had the timing been convenient. He rushed down the stairs and stuffed his face quickly.

The bus ride wasnt much different than usual, Roman head his head pressed against the window, that way it was much harder to see any of his classmates soul marks.

It was stupid that they were able to find soul mates so young in his opinion, why didnt the marks just develop over time instead? Why couldnt they just be kids without having to worry about who their soulmates would be? But of course, Roman had decided that his lack of understanding for soul mate ages must have just been his jealousy talking. After all, how was a boy with no soul mate supposed to know anything about finding one.

He also supposed that having no friends didnt help that. After all, people with soul marks tended to avoid the Soulless like the plague, it was incredibly rare for someone to be born with no mark at all, and they didnt want to risk that spreading.

So Roman sat alone, every day, during class, lunch, breaks. And he pretended not to care, pretended he didnt notice the suspicious glances the others gave his tattoos, or the rumors or the laughing or anything else that the school tried to throw at him.

"Is this seat taken?" Roman looked away from the window. In front of him was a person with short pastel blue and purple hair, a white dress with a mint green belt and sleeve-straps, and white boots, as well as round glasses with clear frames.

"No, of course not," Roman said simply. The person sat down, fixing their hair slightly.

"I'm Hestia, she/her," Hestia smiled.

"Roman, he/him," Roman said, and then he noticed what seemed to be white lines etched across Hestia's skin.

Hestia seemed to have noticed the staring, because she pulled a jacket over the markings soon after.

"They arent soulmarks if that's what you're thinking, I dont have any, these are from something else," she said, looking away slightly.

"Oh- I didnt mean-" Roman rubbed the back of his neck slightly. Finally, he pulled down the side of his jacket and shirt to show off the tattoos. Hestia's eyes widened and she smiled slightly.

"Are they nicer here? The middle school was never very nice about it," Hestia said, Roman bit his lip slightly.

"Well, they arent rude necessarily, but of course you must know how it is for us," he said sadly.

"Yeah. . . It's so stupid, we can still have relationships, even if we dont have soulmarks, after all they're just for relationships that or more than ordinary friendship, it's not like having no markings means I cant make someone a cake or something," Hestia said bitterly, scratching at the lines on her arms.

"Yeah, and does it make sense to you that we have them from birth? Like why do children have to worry about suddenly glowing in the middle of the playground. It seems a bit contrived if you ask me," Roman said.

"Yeah! I know a person who found their soulmate when they were in sixth grade!" Hestia said. People on the bus were giving the two of them scandalized looks, but at this point Roman didnt really care. He finally had someone to talk to who was like him, who agreed with him and didnt think it was a brutal tragedy that he had no marks.

As the bus ride neared its end Roman and Hestia exchanged numbers, she was a freshman and he was a junior so they knew they were unlikely to have any classes together, but both had agreed that they would meet up after school when they could manage.

But now that he was off the bus, it was back to acting like a terrified gazelle in a jungle of stripes and spots.

Of course, Roman was used to that feeling.

What he wasnt used to was being shoved against a locker by a man a little less than a foot shorter than him, kissed, and then left standing confused in the middle of what seemed to be a very intense argument.

"See! I told you I can catch people off guard! I'm not that loud!" From the looks of it, Goth² was having a very intense debate, and Roman seemed to have found himself right in the center.

"I didnt say you couldnt at all, I just said you're not very good with subtlety," Janus replied, smirking. Virgil's face seemed to be going redder by the minute.

"Oh like you're so good at sneaking around with your- height!" Janus let out a laugh.

"Aaawww, is the chihuahua mad because the Great Dane's better at pranks?" Janus said, ruffling Virgil's hair.

Roman coughed slightly, he hadnt meant to do it, but it seemed to get the two boys attention very easily.

"Ah- yes, Virgil, mind explaining so the damsel you've distressed doesnt think hes ruined a relationship?" Janus said, Roman's face went scarlet.

"Sorry- yeah I couldve probably gone with something else but I'm not exactly a quick thinker ok!" Virgil said, pouting.

"O-oh its alright-" Roman said, trying to cover the rapid blush spreading across his face.

"How about this, to make it up to you, why dont you sit at lunch with us? You're always sitting alone and I highly doubt that its healthy for you," Janus said, smiling.

Roman froze like a deer in headlights, all he could think to do was nod and accept the slips of paper handed to him by the two boys.

"What. The fwuh. Just happened." Was all he could say when they left.

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Shattered Lives Ch 36 Pt 2

She blew out a breath. “Ok how do I say this without sounding like a complete bitch?... I’m jealous. Stupidly jealous of something that I can’t change. Stupid because everyone in this room has welcomed me with open arms and so much love, yet I still feel so fucking alone. I’m jealous that this was what I missed out on, and let’s be real, it’s ridiculous, because I have nothing to be jealous about, because they’re my family now too.” She held her breath after blurting all that out, ashamed she’d felt that ugly feeling in the first place.

Her words stung, but not because they hurt him, no, he knew how lucky he was, the loving family he had. It stung because it reminded her of the childhood she’d been denied. They stung, because he hadn’t taken into consideration that she might feel like this, that he’d put her in a position where she felt out of place. “I love you.” He said tenderly. “My family loves you.” He held her a little tighter and kissed her temple. “And to be honest, I don’t know how to fix this.”

“You can’t.” Her voice barely a whisper. “It rears it’s head at the worst times and it’s so ridiculous.”

“I’d say normal considering.” He kissed her, those ruby red lips so soft. “You missed out on a lot love, I’d like to think that would be a normal reaction to having it shoved in your face like I’ve just done.”

“You haven’t shoved it in my face.” She looked at him, those soulful blue eyes staring into hers. “You’ve given me something I’ve never had. I just have to get the rest of my emotional baggage on board.” She sniped with a huff. His grin easing her heart.

“It’ll take time love.”

“I keep telling myself that, but then my head goes to what if I don’t? What if something happens and this is all taken away? I know it’s unlikely, but I always thought that with Quinn and look what happened there. Losing him, my parents, changed something in me and I don’t know how to deal with it, get past it.” Her voice shook with emotion and he hated that sound, the unimaginable grief.

“I don’t have the answers love, but I’ll help you find them.” He kissed her temple and felt her body relax as they swayed. “Together, you and me.”

“You’re too sweet for your own good, you know that right?” She felt him smile against her cheek.

“So a certain sexy lawyer keeps telling me.” He smiled.

“I love you Gustaf, so much. Don’t ever change.”

“You are my world lovely lady. You and four wonderful kids.”

As the clock marched toward 12:30 the adults started to say their goodbyes, some wanting to go and sleep, some to hang around and drink, but not Gustaf. Oh no, he wanted to get her alone behind closed doors, just the two of them. The twins were still up with Brendan, the boys looking sheepish when they got caught out by Gustaf as he continued to dance with Sildie. They’ll be fine, he thought, they were having fun with Valter and he wasn’t about to stop it. The kids knew the rules, no grumpies the next day, and what grandpa says goes, his house, his rules.

“Shall we go home?” He asked, his finger trailing down her jaw before he kissed her as they swayed, still dancing and enjoying the time together. “I want to do wicked things to you kitten.” He purred as he rested his lips at her temple. “Make you moan.”

“Take me home daddy.” She whispered, stepping closer and brushing her body against his, the hardening length of him pressing into her hip, his groan more a snarl, her chuckle sinful.

“Go check on the kids.” He growled, kissing her sweetly. Swatting her ass gently as she walked away, she looked back over her shoulder and the bite of that bottom lip was like a red rag to a bull, the sachet of her hips making his cock throb. Oh he was putting her over his knee tonight, he decided, as he stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed her to say goodnight to his father.

“You three be good for grandpa please.” She said kissing each one on the head while they battled a frustrated Valter.

“Grandpa’s the boss.” Liam stated, they knew the rules.

“Yes he is. Have fun though ok? I love you.” She smiled at the chorus of love you mum. How could she not love that? “We’re only downstairs at home B.” She squeezed the teens shoulder as he nodded, knowing the kid needed to know where she was before heading back to Gustaf. They would be fine and she needed to let them go a little, they were safe, they were happy. Saying their goodbyes and good nights to the remaining members of his family they walked out the door and waited for the elevator, her finger drawing devastating patterns on the patch of chest he had on display. She itched to touch him there all night, that damn white shirt and his massive chest beneath it, she was so weak for him.

“They’re safe love.” He said softly as if reading her mind.

“I know.” Her nod was quick and she didn’t look at him. Hooking a finger under her chin he waited until her gaze met his. “I’m trying.” As if she felt compelled to voice it.

“I know you are love. It’ll take time to get used to being away from them, but thank you for letting dad have them tonight. He was over the moon.” He kissed her tenderly, so strong, so brave. He kept his desire on a short leash as they rode to their floor, his thumb gently grazing the tender skin of her inner wrist as he held her hand, lips nuzzling her neck, the soft giggle making him rock hard. “I like you in black velvet, soft and sexy.”

He stepped off the elevator and his smile died at the red tag across her apartment door, there was another over his. Turning her back into the elevator he just held her in there, shielding her, not wanting her to see it.

“Gustaf?” She laughed, and that laugh faltered when she saw his face. “What is it.”

“She was here.” He ground out between clenched teeth as he punched the button to take them back upstairs. “No, stay here.” He said barring her exit and line of sight from the elevator as the doors closed.

“Who, Ana?” She was confused.

“Good you didn’t see it.” He sighed, somewhat of a relief. He never wanted her to see that.

“See what?” She snapped.

“She tagged our doors, red spray paint.” He spat as he stepped off the elevator on his fathers floor, virtually dragging Sildie behind him, he didn’t want her to see what was written, he didn’t want her to have to deal with that, not now, not ever.

“Stop a minute.” She said sharply. “Stop!” He came to an abrupt halt and spun to look at her as she wrenched her hand from his, her tone sharp. Pain and fury looked back. “Don’t shut me out love.” She said softly. Sweet man don’t let her break you again, she said silently.

“I’m not I just... I don’t want you to see it, to have to deal with it.” He said, his voice trembling, not from fear, no, this was pure lethal fury.

“Ok I get that, but I’m a big girl, and they’re just words.” She kissed him tenderly, his body tense and vibrating. She’d never seen his rage like this, the slow simmering fury that could explode at any given moment. She needed to be the one with a level head while he prowled the corridor like a caged animal. “Let’s go home, call the building security, look at our feed from the front door and figure out what to do.” She put a hand on his chest to stop him mid stride before kissing him again and waited for his eyes to focus on hers. “Believe me when I tell you this Gustaf, I will not let her drive us apart or from our home. I meant what I said, I’ll fight for you, for us.”

“Me either, I just didn’t want you to see it. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t have to see that, be called that.” He leaned his forehead against hers, willing his system to calm down, breathing her in slowly. “I’ll fight for us too.” How could he protect her, he wondered, how could he keep her safe?

“We’re stronger together love and if this is Ana, it will only hurt her when she faces court. Let’s get it logged, get the process moving, and then let it be.” She pressed the elevator button. “Breathe.” She said sternly and he obeyed as she tugged his hand to walk in with her. “And again.” She would be the calm in his storm, the partner with the level head, the logical thinker, even though she wanted to find this woman and bury the body once she was done. How dare you hurt my man again, she seethed silently, how fucking dare you.

“I love you.” He said softly. “And this wasn’t the start to the new year I wanted for us.”

“It’s a blip love. Nothing a coat of paint won’t fix.” She kissed him sweetly, trying to soothe his mind and the rage that stormed inside him. “I love you too. Don’t let her win. It’s just words, just some paint. I’m here with you, I’m safe. If she thinks a few words spray painted on my door is going to get me to leave you or cause chaos between us she has egregiously underestimated me and our relationship.”

“You’re right.” He breathed out, he’d over reacted, but it would hurt her to face what was written on their doors and he had no way of stopping it. “It just pisses me off. We’re trying to make a home, have our family together, the kids safe and happy. I just want to hunt her down and kick her ass, fucking rage at her.”

“This is what she wants love. She wants the turmoil, the anger, the attention. She wants you to be a mess.” She kept her tone gentle. “She wants you to lash out at her, at me, at the world. She thrives on chaos, don’t give it to her. Don’t give her the satisfaction of destroying the peace you’ve fought so hard for.”

“Well she’s fucking succeeding.” He scrubbed a hand over his face, wrestling his emotions.

“Don’t let her. I know that’s a difficult task, and I know you’re trying love. But don’t let her get in your head again, you’ve worked too damn hard.” She took a steady breath as the elevator slowed to a stop and the doors opened, Gustaf facing her with his back to the doors. She could feel him bristle as the doors open.

“I really don’t want you to see it.” He said tenderly, his kiss gentle and apologetic.

“I need to love, the only way we deal with her is together. I’m not leaving you vulnerable to her shit again. I love you, nothing written on doors is going to change that, ever, and that is all that matters to me. You and me, together.”

“I love you.” He kissed her hard before she could say anything else. “God, I fucking love you.” His voice choking with emotion.

He stepped out of the elevator and when her eyes fell on her apartment door she felt her heart lurch, it was like a slap in the face. In red spray paint was the word, cunt, blazoned across her door, the word whore was across Gustaf’s.

“She’s not very original.” She muttered as Gustaf pulled out his phone and rang building security as he stalked to their door.

“No she isn’t.” He spat as the phone rang out, before putting the key in the lock and walking over the threshold. As he rang again he dealt with the feed from the front door, it clearly showed Ana with another male coming down the hall from the other end of the building. He watched as they made out in front of Sildie’s door before tagging it, then repeating the same on his own door. Uploading the footage he finally had someone on the phone and he was about to unleash, white hot fury roiled inside him. How the fuck did she get in, he wondered and asked building security that exact question as soon as they got past the pleasantries.

She watched him carefully as she set the kettle to boil. The determined set of his shoulders, the cold rage rippling off him in waves, the ice calm tone in his voice as he spoke with building security and then the police. Although she wanted to help she understood his need to protect her from it, shield her and take care of it himself. He was proving to her he would protect her and the kids, their home, from anything and anyone who threatened the peace they’d found together. Showing her he wouldn’t back down from his demons when they threatened her, threatened everything they’d built together. “Sweet man don’t let her win.” She murmured as his voice held that lethal edge to it as he spoke to the police.

He dealt with it, police reports, evidence collection, photos, the lot, and he was determined to wait until there was a base coat of paint over the writing before calling it a night, the night almost over at 4 am. At least it was covered up in case the kids came down. That was a blessing, he thought, they didn’t need to see that. It was bad enough Sildie had. He closed the door and locked up before turning and finding Sildie standing in the kitchen watching him. He wasn’t sure if he could touch her now, the seething anger still raw within him. She was right though, he couldn’t let Ana get into his head, he couldn’t let her ruin tonight, or any night just because she wanted to have a bitch fit, and, it could have been worse, a lot worse. Sildie and the kids were safe, and Ana hadn’t been able to get into the apartment, that had to be enough. It was just paint and he had to put that into perspective.

He walked to her letting the anger fall from his shoulders, his mind letting go of something he couldn’t change and had no more control over. “Breathe and let it go.” He mumbled as he let a breath out. It was done, he’d done everything he could to get the police on the right track and to keep his woman safe, his family safe. Without a word she stepped toward him and kissed him tenderly, filling him with love and understanding. Forehead resting against hers he closed his eyes and breathed her in, the calm and serenity that she gave to him.

“I’m sorry.” He said gently.

“No, you don’t get to apologize for her either love.” Her tone gentle but firm.

“I’m not, I’m apologizing for the way I handled it earlier.” He stroked his knuckles down her cheek before his fingers toyed with her hair.

“No need, I understood why and that was sweet, but you never have to face that or deal with that sort of thing alone anymore ok?”

He nodded and kissed her brow. “I never wanted that part of my life to touch you. Her to touch you. I failed you in that respect.” He had, or at least he felt like he had.

“My sweet man.” She cupped his face in her hands and kissed him. “You haven’t failed me at all. You and me, together, with the kids as a family. You’ve given me a family, you keep me safe, the kids love you, I love you. That’s not failing anyone.” She kissed him again sweetly. “Don’t let her win.”

“I’m not, I’m trying... I’m just trying to put it away where it belongs.” And he was struggling with it.

“You’ve done that love, it belongs with the police, I’ll call for a restraining order tomorrow once they’ve gone to confront her, let it be now. It is what it is, we’ll deal with it, let it go. Just a blip.”

“It sort of killed the mood of the night.” He scoffed and kissed her gently as his fingers brushed her hips.

“We could always pick up where we left off.” She started to sway to a silent tune, urging him to go with the flow, to leave it all behind and come with her. Her sigh of relief when his hand found the small of her back was enough for him to relax, his other hand taking hers to slow dance her in their kitchen to no music at all.

“We were about here right?” He asked cheekily, that low tone making her belly quiver as he kissed her temple. “Whispering how I was going to do wicked things to you.” His hand skated up her spine, the featherlight touch on her skin causing her to shiver.

“Then I think I said something like, take me home daddy.” She purred, her kiss erotic and wicked.

He danced her to the bedroom, the slow silent tune bringing them closer and he stood there and swayed with her in his arms. They were both beat to hell after their unsavory welcome home. His plans for spanking her would have to wait, he wasn’t in the right frame of mind for it now and neither was she. This was a time for care, for tenderness, he would show her that, give her that and more.

“Let me.” She said softly, let me lead she was asking as her mouth claimed his, sweetly. His hands dropped to rest on her hips, their seductive sway pulling him further under her spell as he let her have control. “For you it’s the black lace and red lipstick, for me it’s this damn white shirt.” She breathed as her hands raked down his chest slowly, feeling every contour, the strength, the love that radiated from him. “It’s this patch of your chest that peeks out.” Her fingers dipped between cotton and skin to trace the line from throat to third button. “It’s just begging for attention, teases me, seduces me.” She purred as her lips kissed the base of his throat and traveled over every inch of that deep V his shirt revealed. Feeling his hands grip her hips tightly she smiled against his chest, her fingers blazing a path down his torso over his hips to palm him.

He leaned against her hand when it made contact with his cock and groaned, the feel of her, the scent of her, that wicked mouth. “I want to see you.” He breathed, his hands tightening on the plush velvet of her dress and slowly pulling the skirt to bunch at the waist. “Feel you.” Her breathy moan as he spread his hands over the swell of her hips made his cock twitch. She kissed her way up his neck, savoring that one spot that wrecked him and only moved on when sucking on it elicited a hiss of arousal.

“You have a very clever mouth love.” His voice that low timbre she loved.

“Let me show you how clever.” Her purr made his cock throb before she devoured his mouth, that devastating kiss that left him breathless.

“I love you.” Traveling his hands further up her ribs he took the dress with it until she broke the kiss long enough for her to raise her arms and have him remove it. He looked down at his goddess, bound in black lace, beautiful as ever.

“My goddess.” He breathed. “So beautiful.” Kissing her deeply he pulled her into his arms, the need to feel her overtaking his mind.

“Wait.” She murmured and he let out a stifled groan, his cock pulsing with need. Moving his hands back to rest on her hips she continued with her delicious torment, her lips finding his throat as her fingers slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt. She peeled it from his body at her own leisure revealing each inch of skin with a kiss. As she stood up straight she plundered his mouth, hot and hungry, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass to hold onto his control.

With a wicked smirk she stepped out of his embrace and walked to stand behind him, her fingers wandering his chest. As she pulled the shirt from his shoulders, her mouth kissed a trail down his spine as the fabric fell away. She stood there, hands roaming his broad shoulders, lips nibbling the nape of his neck. Letting her hands drift down his ribs and around him she found the fly of his jeans, the substantial bulge eager to be released.

He rested his head back as she undid the zipper, her hands sliding between denim and skin to feel him, to shuck the fabric from his body. Kissing her way down his spine her hands lingered as they travelled over his thighs. Once free of his jeans he helped her stand and pulled her into his arms, the kiss tender but hungry.

“You’re wearing entirely too much.” His low tone making a shiver skip over her skin as he released her bra. He stripped the delicate black lace from her body, helped her out of the four inch heels, and took his time on the journey back to his feet, her curves deserving every second of his attention. “My Sildie.” He murmured, mouth devastating hers slowly.

“My sweet man.” Her fingers trailed his scruff as he rested his forehead against hers.

“I’m so in love with you.” He said softly. “You are my everything.” His kiss filled her with that unbound love he kept protected from the world, that love just for her.

Walking her backward to the bed he crawled over her as she shifted herself further back onto the mattress. His goddess, her halo of copper burning brightly against the soft blues of the covers, he wanted to lose himself in her. Pressing her into the bed he lowered his mouth to hers brushing those sinfully red lips with his before claiming them. There was that familiar heat between them, the spark that set them both aflame. No words were needed to confess their love, it was in their touch, their kiss, their gaze.

“I need you.” She sighed as he nibbled on that one spot below her ear, just the feel of his body between her legs making her pussy thrum.

“Look at me love.” He murmured, resting his cock at her entrance. There was nothing more beautiful, more erotic, than seeing her eyes as he entered her, he thought.

“Gustaf.” She gasped against his lips as he thrust in slowly until he was buried to his hilt, her hands clutching any part of him she could. When he was fully seated inside her he groaned as she took the kiss deeper, content with just the feel of her around him, clenching him. So tight, so deliciously tight and wet, he thought. She wrapped those stunning legs around his hips as he drew all the way out and plunged in, the slow thrusts bringing them both erotic pleasure. He made love to her, watched as each stroke of his hips brought her undone.

That body she craved moved against her, inside her, eyes of ocean blue speaking to her soul, his entire being swallowing her whole. She lost herself in him, the pleasure he freely gave to her as she crested. “Gustaf.”

“I know love, let it take you.” Her hands pulled him closer as her body tensed, legs wrapped around him. He watched her eyes glaze over as she came before they fluttered shut, her soft cry the most beautiful sound he’d ever hear. “Hold on.” He murmured as he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her into his lap as he sat up on his knees, the change of angle driving him deeper inside her. “Fuck me you’re tight like this.” He groaned into her neck, nipping it gently before sucking the pulse thrumming there. With his hands at her lower back he moved, the slow pull out and hard thrust in making them both groan. Tossing her arms around his neck she moved with him, their heated breath mixing as they took their pleasure from each other.

She peaked quickly, the sensations whipping her body into a frenzy. “Please.” Her kiss desperate as he deftly destroyed her.

“Go over.” He sucked on the pulse at her neck, tongue flicking, tasting. “Let me feel you.” He groaned, her pussy tightening at his words before she shattered, that delectable body writhing on his cock. Slipping a finger through her juices he stroked her back door, the gentle probe, the sensual touch. “Come for me again love.” He purred as that finger thrust in just enough to stretch her. “Let it all go.” He felt her tense, her whimper at her impending release so close. Snapping his hips forcefully he tipped her over, a cry of his name tumbling from her lips again as her body bucked against his, his own release crashing through him violently. He crushed her to him as his hips pistoned until he was spent, her pussy squeezing him deliciously.

Her head collapsed on his shoulder and the soft giggle made him grin as they forced air into their lungs.

“God you know how to get me.” She chuckled.

“Same goes love.” His kiss was tender, the passion sizzling under it. Laying her on the covers he relaxed on top of her, his weight a comfort to her, the feel of those curves against him equally as grounding. “I had so much more planned for us tonight.” He kissed her sweetly. “I’m sorry.”

She stroked a finger down his jaw. “Nothing to be sorry for love, shit happens and you rocked my world pretty damn good.” Her kiss was tender. “Tomorrow maybe? We don’t have the kids until much later.”

“That’s true.” He kissed between her breasts before climbing up and heading to the bathroom.

She was beat, sated but beat, and the paperwork she’d have to file tomorrow because of Ana was going to eat up most of her day, she needed sleep. It couldn’t be helped, she’d protect her kids and her man. Ana wasn’t going to know what hit her when she was done. She waited for him to crawl back to bed before taking care of her bladder, sleep nearly upon him by the time she snuggled into him. He was exhausted, angry and exhausted, she could still feel it simmering underneath. “Sleep love.” She said softly as he pulled her to him like a child with his favorite teddy bear.

“I love you.” He mumbled as she felt him sink into sleep.

“I love you too my sweet man.” She kissed his chest. “So much.” Laying there curled into him she chewed over everything that had happened since seeing their front doors defaced, the case she was already forming in her head, the lawyer surfacing to organize her thoughts. It was only when she had a solid plan forward that she followed him into sleep.

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Hey, I wanted to ask if you'd be willing to say more about Akiren's grey morality with darker shades! I love it and your analysis of the game is always amazing!

Hello! Wow, thank you very much… And I can try, I suppose. I’m not sure what you’re interested in hearing specifically!

His Awakening is pretty dire in tone. All the PT have very grim, violent Awakenings, but Akiren’s is specifically about brutal rage, heresy, defiance, even if it means blasphemy itself. This is foreshadowing of his future destruction of a god (and him fusing Satanael, the rebel angel of heaven), and I think it also sets him apart as a Trickster Wild Card, and as a rebel among the other PT.

Yaldigor is constantly reminding Akiren that he has to use his Confidants and the deals he makes to (1) stop oncoming ruin, and (2) redeem himself through rehabilitation. This frames Akiren as an anti-hero, which is an interestingly judgmental take for a Velvet Room master and attendant(s) to have. We already know that VR’s take a form based on the Wild Card’s heart, so Akiren already feels bound to the idea of imprisonment (both literally and figuratively). Adding in the threat of avoiding ruin and serving time in some interstitial reality that grants him power is… a lot to put on a teenage boy’s conscience.

Basically, Yaldigor does not grant Akiren any reprieve from his anger at being wrongfully accused and convicted; if anything, he feeds into the prejudice and this fuels Akiren’s spite. He isn’t the hero to be praised and welcomed. He’s the Trickster. (Trickster gods and figures are heroic in their own way, but that’s another post for another time.)

Akiren’s behavior as Joker versus his behavior in reality is starkly different. Joker is cocky, confident, suave. He fights and moves with ease. He’s commanding and fearless with the taunts and shouts he directs at his enemies. He takes risks, delights in the risks, and can’t help but showing off a little bit. This is all a boy reveling in his status as a trouble-making thief and supernatural vigilante. Vigilantes seek justice, sure, but Akiren never struck me as purely justice-focused. What little personality we can glean from his dialogue choices (and his in canon choices that we can’t control) frame him less as a goody two-shoes, hardline black and white thinker the way some of the PT can be, and more someone who is not afraid to take risks, play a long con, and even go behind his friends’ backs to indulge in some questionable behavior (see also: his Confidant with Goro).

Akiren’s Confidants are all framed as beneficial to his work as a Phantom Thief, no matter how they begin (except for Goro; that one is all personal). That’s not to say that Akiren isn’t emotionally connected to these people–he is, clearly; he can gain significant social skill increases from bonding with them–but they all also have a root, core benefit of being useful to Akiren. The impact he has on their lives are personal, yes, but the fact that they all start with the concept of making a deal with each other is an indication of how Akiren views his current goal as a Trickster and how he sees himself. He’s viewed and treated as a criminal. He is on probation, an outcast in society. Therefore, any bond he makes with someone has to have a reason to be made besides the sheer pleasure of it.

That isn’t necessarily gray morality, of course. But it does paint him in a darker light than some of the other Persona protagonists have been (at least, not since Tatsuya).

I spoke in the other post about how eagerly he agrees to Mona’s deal, and how he left it up to Ann whether or not Kamoshida was going to die (something he didn’t really bat an eye about, unlike Ryuji). It’s his word that usually pushes the PT into their Awakening, words of rebellion, words coming from righteous anger. This is a kinder way of ripping the mask off the PT’s hearts, the same way he does to the Shadows (”Show me your true form!”).

Now why do I call Akiren an antihero? Because he doesn’t really have standard hero traits. He’s brave, yes. He has a moral code, sure. But he’s not out to be the savior of humanity, or saving the country for the saving’s sake. He’s doing it to punish, to snatch back society and tear it free. He’s also the Trickster, the one who stands out, defies, condemns, and ultimately controls the group of outcasts of which he’s a part.

Other antiheroes in fiction are: Hamlet, Geralt, Lucifer, Macbeth, Jaime and Tyrion Lannister, Maleficent, The Punisher, Han Solo, and John Wick. What all these characters have in common are convictions that center around personal moral codes and personal goals no matter how it sets them apart from society, no matter if it defies common law or codes of justice, no matter what consequences it brings down on them. They are scheming, clever, and occasionally violent people who also have a code of honor and loyalty. They are all darker shades of the idea of a heroic character, complex and commendable.

Perhaps no better example of Akiren’s gray morality is seen than in the third semester when you can take Maruki’s deal and damn your friends to the false reality all because he doesn’t want to give up Goro. He doesn’t hesitate to drag his friends from their dreams to bring them along to the Palace infiltration, and while he does reflect on whether or not it was the right/kind thing to do, he never has the option of not doing it (presumably because the devs didn’t want you not to have your whole cast–so I’m not sure I’d put much weight on this idea I pitched).

Regardless, even after he went through the trouble of waking them all up, he can put them all back in that lie when given the chance. This is his most antihero trait of all: when asked and given a chance, he will choose what he thinks is the right thing to do (keep Goro close, taking the short road to fulfilling their promise) over what is the fair thing to do (upholding his principles of rejecting manipulation and control). Incidentally, he’s still acting as a Trickster here. Tricksters can and do act in their own self-interests (see: Loki going to a dinner party with the other gods and telling them all how much they suck just to start some shit; Loki killing Baldr for a lark). So this isn’t even out of character for Akiren. It’s merely one of the darker ways he can turn.

The final glimpse of his Joker form in the train window makes me think that there’s always going to be a part of Akiren that is the Trickster, that will always be able to tap into this awakened “darkness” (or rather, gray complexity) that wasn’t present when he first arrived in Tokyo. All the other PT went their ways to a brighter future, taking control of their lives and reclaiming the goals and happiness that were taken from them, and what does Akiren do? Besides go home with his new cat (yay!), he catches an inkling hint of his rival’s presence, and sees his alternate self: the cocky, debonair, ruthlessly charming Trickster that lurks in his heart. That is his “future.” That is what he’s “claimed” during his probationary period in Tokyo: the will and spirit of a god-defying Trickster, an essential element of society that exists to shake it up, tear it down, challenge it, and refuse to bow to it.

Akiren wasn’t rehabilitated to be a good boy, redeemed and now on his best behavior. He is a law-defying young man who was exonerated of his wrongful conviction and revealed that Japan’s “justice” system was more of a legal system, both of them corrupt, both of them bested by him.

Not sure I talked much about gray morality here. I’ll have to pay closer attention to stuff when I do my NG+ run.

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Hello! Can I get ATEEZ and GOT7 written ship? 💖 5’10 tall; dark brown, shoulder-length hair with bangs; blue eyes (the left eye is mixed with hazel, aka, heterochromia iridium); heptagon face shape with dimples; inverted triangle body shape. INFP-T. Bisexual. Pisces-Aries cusp sign. ”Looks like could kill you, but is actually a cinnamon roll.” At first, I may come off as reserved, shy, yet polite. I, as many of us, have a resting bitch face, that’s why people may think that I’m in a bad mood. It takes me a lot of time to warm up to somebody, cause I’m socially awkward. Hate small talk, or speaking in front of the public. When I’m nervous, I tend to mess up my words or forget what I was supposed to say. I’m usually playful, dirty-minded and goofy around close friends. I’m the so-called, ”fashionista and mom” from my circle of friends. A perfectionist, punctual, over-thinker, slight control/clean freak. Stubborn in some situations. If I’m annoyed or getting impatient, I can say something witty or sarcastic. I’m constantly fighting an inner battle with myself, trying to accept myself. I don’t like to smile or laugh in public, cause of the small gap between my front teeth. I really hate taking selfies or somebody else taking pictures of me. The clothes I wear depends on my mood (and the weather outside), but it’s always a mix of smart casual/vintage/or comfortable. Don’t like doing things out of my comfort zone, prefer to stay indoors. Hate crying in public, or asking people for help (it makes me feel uncomfortable). I don’t like arguments, but I will square up if they come for my family or I snapped. I’m a kind-hearted person, always ready to help someone in need, quite modest as well. Used to be a people’s pleaser. My hobbies include listening to any type of music, reading, watching movies or tv shows, traveling (if given the chance), and cleaning. Have a thing for art, especially fashion. Very protective of my family. Divorced parents. Motherly towards kids and friends. An old soul, and the ”black sheep” of my family. A 100% feminist, support LGBT community. Sometimes I like to try and cook easy recipes. Dislike coffee, prefer tea or orange juice. That’s it, - thanks!

Pt 1; ATEEZ

Hi lovely @pataim , thank you so much for requesting! 😘

After looking more into your INFP personality, I have decided to pair you with our bright ENFJ

Which is,,,,,,,,

♡ Jeong Yunho ♡

Oi, total ball of sunshine !

And NO, it is not because of height!

Although you and Yunho have things in common, you also have A LOT of differences, which could be difficult to deal with at first, but with both of your guys fun and witty personalities, it would all be worth it.

We know Yunho as our fierce diva of the group, and your 🧐 ahem (haha I’m playing! ), dirty mindedness, would be a funny go along that would have everyone looking at you two in complete confusion, but you two would get eachother and at the end of the day that’s all that matters!

Although you may not like to smile or laugh in public, Yunho would make sure to catch you off guard as many times as possible, and would find you laughing at his jokes and fun antics as an accomplishment!

♡ First Impression ♡

- song ; ‘No Judgement’ Niall Horan ♡ -

( Reasons behind song )

You are a fun loving person around you and your friends, and Yunho makes sure that you are one hundred percent comfortable being that way around him too!

~ fluff ~

“What are you playin’?” I asked My friend as she once again slammed her remote down in frustration.

“Last One Standing, but my partner sucks!” She pouted. I rolled my eyes at her childish action.

I set my snack down and walked over sitting next to her on the floor and taking the remote.

“Let me try.”

I put the headset on and began to speak into the mic.

“Hello?” I asked as I started up the game.

Over the mic, I heard a bunch of noise on the other side and awaited an answer.

“Uh, InvincibleCat1123?” I assumed he was asking what her name was, and I furrowed my brows at the name but then remembered that our voice were far from the same.

“No im not InvincibleCat- I’m Cat’s friend Y/n.” I cut it short as the game was going to soon be starting.

“Oh, hi Y/n, I’m Yunho.”

“ I heard you two were having trouble, so I’m here to win us this game!” I excaimed killing one of the zombies in the lobby.

He was quiet at first before answering loudly.

“Then let’s go!” He gave back the same enthusiasm causing me to let out a loud laugh.

~

“Get him Y/n!” Yunho screamed as he began running into the corner of the building, ducking his character behind all of the boxes in fear of a zombie killing him.

“I’m trying!” I yelled back, struggling to kill the multiple zombies coming in my direction.

After successfully fighting all of them off, I yelled back into the mic.

“Come on Yunho, run to the gate and keep it open!” I responded, trying to get the rest of our loote before following his character back into the shelter.

“Y/n, we made-“ Yunho was cut off when his character stumbled into a propane tank and exploded.

“No! We were so close!” I said slamming down the controller.

“Try again?” He asked shyly, causing me to put my head in my hands and sulk.

But in a weird way, I was beginning to enjoy Yunho’s lack of skill in this game, so I happily agreed to play with him again.

“This time, I’ll open the gate.”

I hope that you enjoyed this! And I will try my best to get the rest of my requests up today! 😘

[searchforthescars]

for writer's ask meme: 37, 38, 42, 43. For the WIP meme: 18, 28, 29

Bro thanks!!

37. What’s one piece of advice you would give to new writers?

Make writing a priority. Set aside time every day - even if it’s only 15 minutes! - and work on your project. Treat it like a job or a scheduled task, and eventually your brain will fire itself up bc it’s trained that This Time Is Writing Time and then, before you know it, you’ll have a finished project!

Also, it’s okay to lose passion for your project. It’s okay to abandon, return to, rewrite, skip over and change things as much or as little as you need to. It’ll always be there when you’re ready. It took me nine years to finish TCM, but I finished it at exactly the right time and in exactly the right place. Have patience and trust the process.

38. What’s one piece of writing advice you try–but fail–to follow?

Toni Morrison once said that you should never write when you are feeling intense negative emotions because when you return to what you’ve written in those feelings, the writing will fall flat. I tried following that but later learned that my best emotional writing is actually at its finest when I am feeling that same emotion deeply. It’s why Litany was so good, and I think it’s why certain scenes in TCM have the thrust that they do. I’m not a naturally emotive person - I either feel Nothing or Everything All At Once - so I like to use that emotion to imbue my writing with something real.

42. Do critiques motivate or discourage you?

They motivate me, esp when I know the person sending them my way is doing so bc they care. Also, I’m a reporter, so I’m really used to it lol

43. Do you tend to write protagonists like yourself or unlike yourself?

Mmm I’m not sure. I often joke that Jess (TCM’s main character) is all the worst parts of me, but I’m not sure even that is accurate. I’d say they tend to skew a little more like me than unlike me, but I also base them off stories and memories of people I’ve collected throughout my life, so it’s definitely a mix.

18. Give a brief character description of your main characters.

Jess is cynical, hurting, logical and task-oriented. Ricky is a big-picture thinker, a schemer and a loyalist. Shadow is deeply traumatized, loyal and passionate. Melody is idealistic, dramatic and smart. Diana is entitled, hasty and crafty. Page is mild-mannered, gentle and compassionate.

28. Are you planning on publishing your WIP? If so, how?

Ideally yeah, I’d love to publish it traditionally, but I’m always wary of how saturated the market is. I think the fact that TCM is #ownvoices and for the NA genre is a selling point, but I know the likelihood of publication is still v slim. If that method fails, I’ll just put it on Wattpad or something idk. I don’t really have the audience on my own to get it Out There (unlike, say, Nora Sakavic) but it’s more important to me that its read than that I get famous or whatever.

29. Five years from now, where do you see yourself as a writer?

Hopefully better!!! I’m getting my MFA in creative writing so that should help lol. I’d also like to have written at least one more novel (TCM pt. 2 aka TRD) and maybe learned how to write short stories? I’d also like to dabble in YA and bring some sci-fi chronic illness rep to the genre.

[scripts4dreamers]

All’s fair.

All’s fair pt. 1

AN: Maybe you’d been wrong about Theseus Scamander. Maybe he wasn’t such a bad guy at all.

Characters: Theseus Scamander, Newt Scamander.

Pairings: Theseus x reader Spoilers: None

Warnings: None Prompt: Could you do a Theseus x reader where he and the reader start out as really competitive (almost rivals) at the ministry but reader saves his life one day and idk he tries to protect her a lot after that and they fall for each other? (Also your Theseus series is SO GOOD OMG) for anonymous

(Ps. Thank you so much for that lovely comment! It’s messages like that that really give me the confidence to keep writing and posting, also oops! This is gonna be like twoish parts.)

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You loved your job. You really, really loved your job. Every day when you woke up you were excited to go into the office, because you knew that what you were doing was important. You kept order, pursued justice and kept dark magic at bay. The night before your first day of auror training, you’d been so excited that you’d barely been able to sleep.

Now, nearly two years later, you were still every bit as excited.

“Hey, Y/L/N,” a voice called, distracting you from your work, “You ready to get your ass handed to you during assignments today?”

You sighed. Theseus Scamander, the one flaw in an otherwise perfect job. He was arrogant, ambitious and fiercely competitive. Unfortunately, he was also exceptionally brave, fiercely intelligent and very good at his job, nearly as good as you. He was leaning up against your desk with an infuriating smirk on his perfectly sculpted face.

“Charming as always, Scamander,” you sighed, ignoring his analytical gaze, “and I wouldn’t count your assignments before they’re handed out if I were you.”

Theseus opened his mouth, a retort ready on his lips, but the ding of the elevator cut him short

“Morning,” your boss, Avery Thicknesse, called as he swept through the room, “Y/L/N, have you got the Abbott case cleared up yet?”

“Yes sir,” you answered with a smile, jumping up to hand him the completed file, “I finished the paperwork last night.”

He scanned the page and gave a satisfied grunt, “Good work, very thorough. Scamander, same question. Have you finished the Avery case?”

Theseus blushed, and gave you a furtive look, “Uh-no, not yet, sir.”

Thicknesse gave him a disapproving look and sighed; turning back towards his office, “Get it done, Scamander. We don’t have all day here.” He chastised, “Aurors, be ready in ten minutes to receive your monthly assignments.”

The office buzzed with excitement and you turned back to Theseus with a smug smile.

“What was that you were saying about getting your ass handed to you, Scamander?” You poked, “Not so confident now, I suppose.”

“I was talking about assignments, Y/L/N.” he replied, “Being a pencil pusher is very different to actually being out there in the real world.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled, “Yeah, whatever. You’re just mad that Thicknesse is pleased with me instead of you for once.”

Theseus maintained a sulky silence next to your desk for a few moments longer, before stalking back to his own. You turned back to your work with a satisfied smile and started daydreaming about your upcoming assignments. Theoretically, no one assignment was any better or worse than any other but, in reality, the assignment you were given was generally a reflection of your standing in the office. Annoyingly, Theseus and Prewett generally got the best assignments (working in the field), with you getting the slightly more tame postings in either Observation or Research. Thicknesse said it was because he could trust Theseus to follow orders in emergency situations, while you….well, let’s just say that you’d always been more of an independent thinker.

“Alright, assignment time,” Thicknesse announced, “as you all know, we’re still focusing our attention on the apprehension of Gellert Grindelwald and his band of fanatics.” He reminded you, “So I’ll be assigning people to the Field Team, Observation, Research and Administration.” He paused, letting the suspense in the room grow, “The Field Team will, as always, be working in patrols and pairs. Patrol one will be headed by Deinard and will be made up of Deinard, O’gara and Smith, with Smith as second-in-command. Patrol two will be headed by Gibson with Dawlish as second and Bones rounding it out. Patrol three will be lead by Scamander and will include Prewett, Cattermole and Y/L/N, with Y/L/N as second-“

Your heart stopped and you instantly forgot how to listen. You’d done it! You’d finally made field agent, and as a second no less! You were so wrapped up in your little bubble of happiness that not even serving under Theseus could bring you down. You looked over to him and noticed that he’d crushed his mug. Your heart sunk a little bit at that. You knew that he didn’t like you, but you’d never thought he hated you enough to crush a mug just because you had to work together. Whatever, you thought, shaking it off. You’d made field agent and nothing he said could take that away from you.

When the assigning process had ended, you made your way over to the patrol briefing.

The senior auror, Alderon Deinard, stood and addressed you all, reminding you of your roles and assigning each patrol an area to take control of. You listened intently, soaking up every last bit of information.

“We’ve gotten word that Grindelwald has sent a signal to his followers telling them to cause mayhem tonight, which means we’re on high alert. We’re authorized to use maximum force and Travers expects results,” he explained, “so cast to kill.”

Your stomach pinched. You’d never killed another person before. You’d always found a way to take them down with non-lethal force and the idea of taking a life when there was another option unsettled you. Almost unconsciously, you looked to Theseus and saw, with a rush of relief, that he looked equally uncomfortable. He was sitting right at the front, biting down on the back of his jaw, his face stern. As though he could sense your gaze, he looked back and caught your eye. His gaze was dark and intense, completely different from the joking man who you were used to. Deinard dismissed you all and, as you made your way out of the briefing room, you felt a hand grab your elbow. Theseus Scamander was almost glaring you down.

“Can I have a word, Y/L/N?” he asked, pulling you the side before you could even answer, “Listen, I know that you’re probably really excited about finally getting in the field but this shit is real.”

“I know-“ you started, but he cut you off.

“I need to know that you’re going to listen to me,” he said, “if everything goes to hell, I need to know that I can rely on you to follow orders and get the job done.”

The look he gave you was so intense and serious that it made you swallow the sarcastic retort that you had had waiting in your throat. You had never seen Theseus so serious and, for the first time, you felt a flicker of fear in your stomach. You suddenly remembered Theseus’ first time in command. His patrol had been ambushed by a group of dark wizards and three of the five aurors had been killed, including his second. Theseus had faced an inquiry and had taken nearly a month off. You remembered how destroyed he looked when he’d returned, as though all the joy had been sucked out of him forever. He had been through hell, more than once, and yet he kept going, he kept fighting and you had to admire his strength.

With some difficulty, you met his eye, “You can rely on me Theseus,” you promised, “I know what’s expected of me, and I’ll get it done, I promise.” You maintained eye contact, hoping that he would be able to sense your sincerity, “I won’t let you down.”

In the ensuing silence, you felt a tenuous connection form between you and your workplace rival. Underneath all your mutual peacocking, there was an understanding. At your cores, you wanted the same thing, and you respected Theseus both as an auror and as a man. Theseus studied you intensely, searching for something in your eyes.

He must’ve found it because, eventually, he let your elbow go and gave you a curt nod, tucking his hands into his pockets, “I know you wont Y/N.”

You smiled, trying to break the tension, “Aw, sweet, you know my first name.”

“Oh ha, ha,” Theseus grinned, “don’t go getting a big head now. We’ve still got to work together and there’s not enough room in here for both of us and your inflated ego.”

You laughed and, for a moment, your rivalry seemed to fall away. It felt nice to be laughing together instead of at one another, you thought.

“Go home and get some rest Y/L/N,” Theseus suggested when the laughter had faded, “We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

You nodded and worried at your bottom lip, the flicker of fear reigniting itself in your chest. Theseus noticed and gave you, what he hoped was, a comforting smile.

“It’s going to be fine Y/N,” he assured you, “chances are nothing will even happen.”

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You hit the wall, ducking behind a corner as a burst of green light missed you by centimeters. Your heart was pounding and adrenaline was pumping through your veins at one hundred miles an hour. Grindelwald’s followers had, indeed, come out in full force that night and they’d quickly overwhelmed you with sheer numbers. The sound of rebounding curses and hoarse voices filled the night air, filling up the narrow street. You desperately searched for your allies with your eyes, catching sight of Helena Cattermole, hiding down an alleyway and Theseus crouched behind an overturned car in the middle of the road. Four patrols had started off the night together with fifteen fully trained aurors. From what you could see, only five of you were still in action. You’d helped three escape down the back roads, sending them back to the ministry for help. It had been nearly twenty minutes since then and the fanatics had you pinned down. You couldn’t even apparate out without exposing yourself to danger.

For a moment, there was silence. The remaining aurors had hidden themselves so well that Gindelwald’s fanatics had nothing to aim their wands at. In your mind, you heard Theseus’ voice as he’d grabbed you and shoved you behind him, once it was clear that you were outnumbered.

“Get out of here,” he cried over the din, “get the others and get out. I’ll hold them off.”

Your stomach pinched with guilt. You’d promised to obey his orders but, you were his second, you couldn’t just leave him there to drown, so you’d stayed and he’d noticed. From his position behind the car, you could feel his cool blue eyes on you. The dark wizards, led by Carrow and Kraw, started to advance slowly, searching for the remaining aurors. Their numbers were greatly depleted, credit for which both you and Theseus had a rather significant claim. They were slowly approaching the car, behind which Theseus was hiding, but you didn’t think they’d spotted him yet. Unfortunately, it didn’t look as though Theseus had noticed them either.

His eyes were still fixed on you and you could tell that he wasn’t at all pleased. You watched, horrified, as he raised himself, preparing to move to a more defensible position. He was still mostly hidden, but you shook your head frantically, knowing that any step he took would expose him to Carrow, who was making her way closer and closer. Theseus didn’t notice and he stepped out into the street, hunched over and still half in a crouch.

It was as though everything slowed down. Carrow’s face lit up, she raised her wand and began to mouth a curse that you knew, with overwhelming certainty, that Theseus would never have enough time to respond to and block. At the same time, you knew that you needed to be closer in order for your spell to be strong enough to override hers and that, as soon as you stepped out, you yourself would almost certainly be killed. There was no time for hesitation. You thought about Theseus, his joking smile and his commitment to justice and made your choice.

You stepped out from behind the corner. Theseus saw you and his eyes widened, he opened his mouth to call to you but, before any sound made it, out you screamed “Protego!”

Carrow’s killing curse rebounded, glancing harmlessly off the car, and giving Theseus enough time to reach his wand and disarm her. You felt a momentary pang of relief, heard a rough voice yell something twisted and cruel, saw a flash of purple flame, felt a sharp pain in your chest and the world went dark.

Your first thought was that death was extraordinarily comfy. Your second was that, to your surprise, you were breathing which meant that you couldn’t be dead. The third was that your chest felt like it had been kicked in by a hippogriff. Slowly, you opened your eyes and found yourself staring at a pristine white ceiling. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see someone hunched over in a chair next to your bed, his head hanging low and his hands clasped together as though he was deep in prayer. You were lying in a hospital bed at St Mungo’s, you realized, which meant that, somehow, you must’ve escaped from at alleyway. The battle, Theseus and the other aurors. You sat up suddenly and winced. Your body ached, as though you’d been crushed by something heavy. The noise had, however, made your visitor aware that you were awake. Theseus’ head snapped up and grabbed your arm, supporting you as you struggled into an upright position and fluffing the pillows behind you so that they supported your back.

“Thank God you’re awake,” he croaked, his voice hoarse, “I was starting to think-“

“Theseus?” You asked, still groggy from sleep, “What happened? How did we-“

He looked exhausted, as though he hadn’t slept in days, and his clothes were rumpled and untidy, but his eyes were alive with relief, “Help came. Ogden and Peakes made it back to the ministry and let them know that we were pinned down,” he explained, “Carrow and Kraw escaped, but we managed to round everyone else up without too many casualties.”

“Casualties?” you asked, your heart dropping, “who did we lose?”

Theseus’ face darkened, “Edgecomb, Fenwick, Suzuki and-“ he swallowed hard, “and Deinard.”

“Deinard?” you asked, tears welling up in your eyes, “No, no it can’t-he can’t.”

“Kraw got him in the chest with a killing curse,” Theseus explained, his voice dead, “he didn’t stand a chance.” You sat in silence for a moment, each of you lost in your own memories of the hardened auror who’d taught you both so much. Eventually, Theseus cleared his throat, and fixed you with an intense stare, prompting you you wipe the stray tears from your cheeks, “Y/N,” he started, “I told you to leave.”

“I know but-“

“I told you to leave,” he continued, “and you stayed. You disobeyed a direct order from your commanding officer and, because of that, I owe you an apology.” He said. You frowned, confused, but Theseus gripped your hand in his and squeezed it tight, “I’ve made your life miserable since the day we met and you still defended me. I was your commanding officer and I led you into danger and I’m so so sorry. If you hadn’t been there, I would be dead. You threw yourself into harms way, you risked your life and you saved mine.”

You blushed, oddly embarrassed by the intensity of the moment, “You would have done the same for any of us.”

Theseus shook his head but didn’t let go of your hand, “You could’ve died, all because I was too stupid to watch my own back.”

“Theseus,” you insisted, sitting up straighter, “we were outnumbered and pinned down, people were dropping like flies all around us, it was chaos. What you did was smart, you were trying to move to somewhere more defensible. Any one of us probably would’ve done the exact same thing.” He opened his mouth to argue but you cut him off, some of your old fierceness coming back, “No, Theseus, stop. You are a brilliant auror. I wouldn’t be surprised if they made you head of the whole department soon enough. You made one, simple mistake that anyone could have made and I will not have you beating yourself up for it, okay?”

There was a long silence, during which you noticed, for the first time, how startlingly blue his eyes were. Eventually Theseus nodded and you relaxed back onto your cushions, grateful for the reprieve. To your surprise, he didn’t leave, preferring to lean back in his chair and chat to you. Theseus stayed for hours, catching you up on the tings you’d missed and talking about everything and nothing, from school memories to his fears for his brother, until eventually the nurses had to ask him to leave because visiting hours had long since ended. Grumpily, he stood and pulled you into a gentle, but firm hug, thanking you again and promising to come back as soon as he could before waving goodbye and disappearing out into the world again.

You were stunned. Never before had Theseus Scamander had an actual conversation with you, let alone given you a hug. As you laid back down to sleep, though, and quietly grieve the loss of your comrades you realized that you’d enjoyed it. You liked him, when he was being himself and, as you drifted off to sleep, you wondered if, maybe, you’d made a new friend.

Theseus insisted on coming to visit you every day and bringing you a different present each visit, no matter how many times you told him that he didn’t need to. The nurses had asked you if they ought to tell him to back of, but you’d waved them away. Theseus was sweet and gentle with you and, as much as you hated to admit it, his visits had fast become the highlight of your day.

By the time you were discharged, nearly a week later, you were weighed down with gifts and, somehow, had acquired a new best friend, a best friend who, luckily, was there to help you carry your litany of gifts. Theseus was kind, you’d realized, and funny with a penchant for physical contact that made you laugh. You’d commented once, that you’d received more hugs in two days, from Theseus Scamander than you had from your mother in the past year. You remembered how he’d blushed and apologized, swearing to do that less, before you’d cut in and told him that you liked it, you thought it was sweet. Now, as he walked you back to your apartment, he seemed to be treating you with extra caution, insisting on holding your hand every time you crossed a street and double checking each side road for danger. You would never tell him, of course, but it helped. Ever since the night of the ambush, you’d been terrified of running into Grindelwald’s followers again and you’d started to have powerful, vivid nightmares.

Upon arrival, Theseus searched your apartment before letting you in and then helped you unpack and rearrange your belongings, so that your bed now faced the door, before giving you another hug and waving goodbye, apparating you and leaving you on your own. The second he was gone, you missed him terribly. You sat down on your couch and looked around your apartment. It seemed smaller, you thought, less vibrant, without Theseus in it and, for the first time since your accident, you felt well and truly alone.

[areasontobreathe]

Attacking the Messes, pt. 2

So, last time, I talked about what (I really hope) is everyone’s first step in decluttering and organization: Keep everything you have, just organize it neatly. I know I just gave a brief overview, and I’m trying to get some more in-depth ideas together as far as creative storage, so bear with me.  But, I cannot stress enough how I hope that one is everyone’s first step.  You honestly may not even realize you’ve taken it in the past, so if you try it again now and it doesn’t seem like you’re doing anything different, that’s okay.  It just means that one didn’t work, and you’re ready to move on to the next one:

Do you really need all of this?

To start off, this is a great method for closets, kitchens, people who are about to move into their first place, or when you just walk into a specific space and almost immediately feel a weight settle on you and want to turn right around and leave (sheds, attics, basements, etc).

There are a lot of different concepts around this one, as it has to be the most popular I’ve ever seen until Marie Kondo hit Netflix. “Swedish Death Cleaning” is the most common actual name I see for this, but I’ve also heard it referred to as “mock-moving”.  The basic principles behind it is going through all your ‘stuff’, and sorting into 2 categories:

I need this on a regular basis to live my life. This is the stuff you definitely keep.

I don’t need this regularly, and if I die/move across country on short notice:

Someone/I will throw it away

Someone will want it

Now, please keep in mind, these are the most basic principles.  There are fine-tuning questions around both of these. Let’s start with the first one: I need this on a regular basis to live my life. “Regular basis” doesn’t necessarily mean you need it daily. Instead, ask yourself the last time you used it or appreciated it.  If you can’t remember, it can either go in the second category, or you can hang on to it for a year, come back, and ask if you used it/appreciated it since the last time you decluttered.  If the answer is no, it should probably go into the second category.

Once you have your first category completed (I’m a firm believer in focusing on what you keep first), it’s time to start splitting up the second category. Ask yourself Is this something someone in my life would want/appreciate more? If so, call them up and ask if they want it. It can be something as simple as makeup you’ll never wear (my sister got nine from me), or on a larger scale it can be furniture that you really don’t have space for and need to rehome.

If no one you know will want it, would it be thrown away?  It’s hard to think about in terms of death, so I always frame it in terms of moving on short notice – If I had to move out of my house within a week, and move across country, would I just throw this out? The more you do this, the easier it becomes – and I apologize to anyone who does move frequently on short notice, because I’ve been there.  Moving 10 times in the same year sucked popsicles, but really sets your priorities on stuff. Usually, I end up with a ‘donate’ pile and a ‘trash’ pile.  

PSA: Please be super honest about what is trash. Stained, torn clothes, chipped knickknacks and plates, etc, are going to be throw away by places like Goodwill or the Salvation Army. This costs them more money than they will recoup from selling anything that they are able to keep out of your donations. Check everything over carefully, and if it isn’t good enough to give to your friends and family, don’t donate it.

This is the point where people usually start thinking “but I could sell it….” If you are actually going to have that yard sale, or take the time to list it online, by all means.  Personally, I lack the time and energy for a yard sale, so yeah, it’s donate or chuck it.

For anyone who feels they need to try this method, by all means, it can be very useful and enlightening as to how much stuff you actually have that you forgot you even owned.  I definitely advise going one area at a time on this one, because doing an entire house can be exhausting and frustrating.  However, I always want to advise of some pitfalls to this:

We all fall into the trap of “oh, I’ll use this more”, or “I can repurpose this”. That’s why I mentioned the 1-year waiting period earlier.  Some of us will actually use or repurpose it, some of us (me, I’m calling myself out here) are wishful thinkers.

This method requires absolute brutal honesty with yourself. Humans packbond, even to inanimate objects, and we get very sad when we find things that we forgot we owned and have carted to every residence we’ve ever had without looking at it in between.  We really want to keep it, we do!  This is literally where I always fall apart on this method, so if you do trip up, that’s okay.

You may need several attempts at this until you reach a point where you are satisfied. It can be very discouraging when we’ve been given the idea that just decluttering our space is the solution to all our problems.

Please remember, there is no shame in tripping up, giving up, or reverting back to clutter. I tried for fifteen years before I found something that works for me. My goal is that it doesn’t take anyone else that long, but there is no requirement for you to get this right the first time.

As always, inbox and asks are open, so please let me know what you would like to see on this blog, or ask any questions you may have around specifics!