((this one took me so long sobs))

I Never Want to see Either of you Again

Tony Stark x Reader x Steve Rogers

Summary- You, Tony and Steve have been together since right after the battle of New York. You are an enhanced that can turn invisible. This takes place during/ after civil war.

Message- Here’s the next Poly-one-shot! Also sorry if I wrote any of the coma/ paralysis stuff wrong! I don’t know a lot about medical stuff like that! Should I do a part 2??   Sorry if this sucks!!

Warning- ANGST! Reader is paralyzed.

Word Count- 1078

“Wait, you want me to choose, between the two of you?” You ask as you look at your boyfriends and they nod. “No, no way. This is so dumb! The two of you need to stop this, just sit down and talk. We love each other, remember?” The both look at each other and then look at you again. “Y-you’re not going to listen are you? I won’t choose, consider this my letter of resignation.” Then you get up and kiss them both on their cheeks. “You will both regret this.” Then you turn invisible and you leave.

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Hi, everyone! I’m back and writing a few requests, but I’m about to be out of state for the next four days and will not have access to my laptop :( Sorry this took so long and I hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by thejabberwock

Paring: Dean Winchester x Daughter!Reader 

Prompt: “Heeey! I have a request:) Could you do an DeanxDaughter!reader one where it’s the beginning of season 12, Dean and Mary have returned to the bunker, the reader is there but is unconscious, then when she comes around it’s just a really fluffy reunion? (Also TWD fic made me sob, like literal tears)”

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers!

It was very, very dark. 

You looked around the space you were in, seeing only black around you. You spoke out, only a simple ‘hello’, only for the word to echo around you. You closed your eyes and thought back to how you may have gotten here, and felt tears brim your eyes. 

Dean had absorbed all the souls to become a bomb to defeat Amara. You thought of your tearful goodbye with your father, and how Sam had to practically hold you back before Chuck zapped Dean away. You remembered coming back to the bunker with Sam and Castiel, a big flash of light, a British woman, a gunshot, and then falling on the floor. 

Wait, you fell on the floor? 

You opened your eyes and looked around once more, coming to the realization that maybe you were stuck in your own head. You called out again, this time yelling for Sam and Castiel, but nothing was heard besides your own echo. 

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked faintly, and you turned around, not seeing anyone. The voice spoke your name once again, and you continued looking around, a few tears slipping down your face. The voice that was speaking to you was Dean’s, and you sat down in a ball and started sobbing, because you didn’t understand why your brain was playing games like this with you. You tucked your face in your knees, tears rolling freely down your face. 

Then, it was bright. 

Everything was so bright you had to squint when your eyes were opening. There was a silhouette above you that was blocking out some light, and your vision was blurry when your eyes opened all the way, but it was an unmistakable face that you thought you would never see again.

“Dad?” You asked softly, eyes opening completely and staring up at your father. He nodded, mumbling something about how he’s here and not leaving. His face was filled with concern, his brow scrunched together slightly while his eyes were filled with worry. 

You sat up from the floor quickly, ignoring the screaming pain that your body was giving you as your wrapped your arms tightly around Dean’s neck, him ignoring the awkward crouching position he was in and wrapping his arms securely around your waist. Your buried your face in his shoulder and Dean felt you start shaking, placing one of his large hands behind your head and scratching your scalp slightly. 

“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.” Dean said softly, gripping you tighter. 

“T-thought you were dead.” You stuttered, tears falling from your eyes and onto the fabric of Dean’s t-shirt. He didn’t have his flannel on, which you thought was strange, but ignored it as your hugged him tighter. You were incredibly relieved he was here, but something was missing. 

“Where’s Sam?” You asked quietly, sniffling and pulling away from your father. Dean placed his hands on your shoulders and looked at you softly. 

“I thought maybe you could tell me the answer, kid.” Dean spoke, giving your shoulders a squeeze. Your eyes went behind Dean to a woman you’d never seen. She was blonde, her face full of light wrinkles, and she was wearing a nightgown. 

“Who’s that?” You asked, and Dean let go of your shoulders, turning around to see Mary. 

“(Y/N),” Dean started, glancing at you, “this is Mary, my mom. Mary, this is (Y/N), my daughter.” 

“I thought your mom was dead.” You stated quietly, looking at Dean. 

“It’s a long story, sweetheart.” Dean said softly, glancing back at Mary, who was hugging herself slightly. “What happened here?” 

“I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, your gaze turning down to the floor from where yo were sitting. Dean stood up and offered you a hand, helping you stand as you spoke. “Sam, Cas, and I came back here and there was this lady. Then there was this big flash and a gun went off…” You trailed off, getting nervous. Dean wrapped his arms around your shoulders and placed a kiss on your head, looking down at you. 

“Don’t worry, kid.” Dean said kindly. “We’ll find him. Together.” 

“Together.” You repeated, giving Dean one more hug. Mary slightly smiled, looking at her oldest son and new grandkid. 

“I like her.” Mary spoke suddenly, causing you and Dean to pull apart. “I feel like she’s got spunk.” 

Smile Always

Summary: The reader is going to a meet up to see Mark, Ethan, and Tyler. 

Word Count: 660

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader

Originally posted by markiprince

My nerves were really getting to me. The sight of the three men were exciting yet it was also enough to make me want to throw up on the sidewalk. I stared ahead at them as they stood in the park, fans crowded around them in anticipation. My friend lightly pushed me forward and I clenched my jaw. It was taking every thing I had in me to keep my cool because all I wanted to do was cry and maybe even scream a little. I could feel my chest getting heavy as I walked closer to where Ethan and Mark were getting some fans lined up in a conga line as Tyler filmed them.

I gripped my right wrist briefly, trying to find something to calm my nerves, but the action only caused me to flinch. The dark ink on my skin was still fresh and scarred. “Smile Always” was permanently etched into my arm and although it still hurt, seeing it made me feel a little better. 

It was when my friend snapped her fingers in front of my face that I realized that I had stopped walking. My eyes were still glued in front of me but I could feel my breath coming in short gasps and something warm dripped down my cheek. I brought my hand up and wiped it off, only for more to fall. 

Suddenly someone took my shoulders and pulled me into their chest as I began to sob, soaking their shirt. They rubbed my back and they were joined my more hands but all I could do was cling to the stranger for dear life. This went on until I could finally breath normally and my eyes were red and puffy. I pulled my head up and gasped when I saw that the people holding me were the same people who had unknowingly supported me through the most difficult times of my life. 

Tyler, who was the one that was hugging me from the front, said something but I was still in too much shock to say anything. I could feel more tears breaking through but as Tyler put his hands on each side of my face, the weight on my chest got a lot lighter. 

“Are you okay?”

It must have been weird for some random person to just show up to their meet up and start crying like their dog had died. My cheeks heated up and I nodded. 

“Yeah! Um, sorry…sorry. I just-” I could feel my bottom lip start to quiver and Tyler brought me into his arms once again. Mark and Ethan moved behind Tyler so that I could see them and the sight of them made me lose my shit all over again.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Everything’s alright. We love you so much.”

“Oh god I love you too. So much you have no idea. You guys have helped me so much. I went through so much shit in the past couple months and watching you three be idiots helped me to stay grounded. I love you guys so much I can never thank you enough, I just-I just-thank you.”

At the end of my confession I started crying all over again. After a few more seconds, Tyler grabbed my wrist and brought it up so he could read it. A wide smile covered his face and he pressed his lips to the tattoo and then wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pressing a small kiss to the top of my head as well.

“That’s good advice, whoever said that must be a genius.”

At first I was confused but when I realized what he was talking about, laughter bubbled out of my chest. Well, more like half laughter/ half sob. I was still sniffling but the smile on Tyler’s face made it impossible for me not to smile, that and the fact that I was surrounded my my three favorite people.  


Blink Of An Eye

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1062

Author’s Note: I’d recommend listening to Blink of an Eye by Tori Kelly while reading, since this one shot is inspired by that song. Let me know what you think about it~ <3

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Originally posted by jjkook

“Y-Y/N, he is.. I.. I think the time has come, Y/N..“

Hearing those words, you stopped breathing and your grip around your phone tightened. You never believed that you would hear those words coming out of your best friend’s mouth. Not now. Not so soon..

Now was not the right time, he knew that. He promised you. He promised you that he would fight a little bit more. He knew that he wasn’t allowed to go so soon. 

Not if you weren’t there..

With every step you took, you felt like you were being dragged away from your destination by someone. It felt like someone was holding onto your body, preventing you from moving forward while you were trying so hard to reach your destination, reach him.

No matter how much you quickened your pace, the corridor seemed like it was never going to end, your blurry eyes making it even harder for you to see your way to him.

‘Everything is okay, he is going to be okay‘ were the words you were mumbling to yourself as you turned the last corner, which felt like a big obstacle separating you from the love of your life.

The moment you lifted your head up, you were met with six pair of eyes, each of them reflecting sadness and sorrow, some of them even looking hollow, their bodies frozen, helplessly sitting on the ground.

When the realization finally decided to knock on your door, your whole body started shaking, your weak legs giving up on you, making you collapse on the ground as you shook your head from side to side. “N-No.. No, no no, please don’t! No, it can’t be! No!“

Only when someone wrapped their fingers around your hands did you realize that you were harshly tucking on your hair, your sobs echoing through the whole corridor of the hospital. “I-I’m sorry, Y/N.. I am so, so sorry..“

When you heard his voice, you immediately leaned back and looked at your best friend’s bloodshot eyes. “He can’t, Taehyung.. Not now.. He.. He promised me! He said he would fight! He promised me that he wouldn’t leave me alone..“

Leaning his forehead on yours, he stoke your cheeks as he whispered. “He did.. I know he did but not everyone can keep their promise, Y/N-ah..“

Sobbing even harder, you tried to stand up, locking your eyes on the door of his hospital room. With wobbly legs, you took hesitant steps towards the door, your shaky hand reaching out for the door handle. “ Are you.. Are you sure you want to go in?“

Slowly nodding at the question coming form Yoongi, you took a deep breath before you opened the door, stepping in with closed eyes since you were scared to face the heartbreaking reality.

Closing the door, you hesitantly but slowly turned around, your breath hitching in your throat when you opened your teary eyes.

There he was, the love of your life, lying lifelessly in his hospital bed.

Was this the way how a heartbreak was supposed to feel? Feeling it shatter into million pieces, each piece feeling like a stab into the chest, was this the way? Because if so, you weren’t sure if you would be able to handle it, let alone survive the hurting feeling.

You tried to cover your sobs with your hands as you took tiny steps towards his lifeless body, sitting on his bed as you reached out for his now cold hands with your shaky ones.

Without saying anything, you rested your head on top of his chest, biting your lip when you became fully aware that his once rhythmically beating heart wasn’t beating anymore.

“Jungkook-ah.. I’m here, I came..“

Nuzzling your head further into his chest, you whispered as you let your tears roll down your face and on his chest. “I’m sorry that it took me so long to come.. I never thought you would leave so… so soon..“

Chuckling lightly, you asked.“Isn’t it strange? I’m currently resting my head on your lifeless body but for some reason, I still can’t believe that you’re gone.. It feels like you’ll wake up in a few minutes, your sleepy voice filling the room while you’ll wrap your arms around my body..“

Closing your eyes, you continued talking. “What about your promise, Jungkook? You promised me that you’d stay by my side no matter what, that you would never leave me alone.. How could you leave me like this, hm? I don’t even know what your last word was..Everything happened so fast.. How can you leave right when I wasn’t beside you?“

Intertwining your fingers with his, you placed a long kiss on his knuckles. “The world is cruel, Junkook-ah.. You left but the clocks upon the wall keep ticking on and the world keeps spinning on.. You should have taken me with you.. How am I supposed to live without you? What about your Hyungs? Your family? Your fans?“

Lifting your head, you started stoking his soft hair. “You still have so many songs left to sing, so many things to learn and experience, Jungkook.. Its too early for you to leave this world..“

“How could you? How could you leave me in a blink of an eye and expect me to learn saying goodbye to you while heaven already holds you in its arms?..“

You leaned your forehead against his, your lips only a few inches away from his and thought about your conversation you had with him a few months ago. 



“Can you promise me one thing?“


“Y/N, please, only one thing, hm?“


“If something should ever happen to me, don’t cry and don’t be sad, okay? Just move on..“

“Yah! Why are you saying things like that?! Stop it, Jungkook!“

“No, first, promise me..“


“Y/N, please..“

“Okay, then promise me that you’ll never leave me, that we’ll live together forever.“

“I promise..“

“I promise..“

Placing a long, last kiss on his lips, you whispered in between your sobs.

“I’m sorry, Jungkook, but I can’t keep my promise. I’m really sorry.. I love you..“

anonymous asked:

Okay so... you said to bring more Langst prompts so... This kinda has Klance in it so plz don't hate, you don't have to put that in if you don't want to. So, Lance stays up late, he has been for quite a while. Lance cries about his insecurities so he doesn't get much sleep, sometimes none at all. It's been affecting his health and he starts having hallucinations of his family. He's usually late for training and eating. Keith gets angry and goes to scold Lance, only to find him screaming names.

I relate to this more than I should tbh

Lance washed off his facemask, not even surprised that it did nothing against the dark circles that hung beneath his eyes. He was tired. He had been for the past week? Maybe month now. He lost track. 

Lance rubbed his eyes and started to get ready, only half assing his morning routine. He didn’t even register the comb through his hair, or putting his green jacket on. His mind was occupied. 

Why do I keep thinking about them? It was bad enough when I couldn’t see them anymore but now I see them everywhere. Lance attempted to push his family out of his mind. He loved them to death but he knew he needed to focus and not worry the team. 


Lance pushed the goo around his plate as he watch Allura speak, barely listening. Man am I tired. 

“Lance!” Allura slightly slammed her hand down on the table, causing the boy to jump and everyone to stare at him. “You need to focus. We have to make sure training goes perfectly today since we will be losing time creating alliances the rest of the week.” 

“Of course princess. Sorry I’m just really tired today.” Lance stifled a yawn. 

Allura stared at him for a few more seconds before sighing. “Training deck in 15.” She glided out of the room. 


Lance sprinted into the training deck, he knew he was late. 

“Lance, you’re late!” Coran said like it was the happiest thing in the world. Did anything bother him? 

“Sorry, I was….distracted.” Lance gave the team a wide grin and a forced laugh. When he saw that no one questioned him he exhaled the breath he didn’t know he was holding. Lance couldn’t tell the team the real reason he was late. He actually thought he saw his sister, ON THE CASTLE!! He saw her but no matter how fast he ran he never caught up to her. 

Allura enter the training deck. “Good we’re all here. Let’s begin. 


 They were split into groups. Pidge with Hunk, Shiro with Allura, and of course Keith with Lance. 

Lance seemed to be the only one struggling with hand to hand combat. He wanted to say it was because he never used he hands, however Hunk was doing just fine and he had a bigger gun than Lance. 

Lance tried to give Keith a run for his money but he was tired. His head was pounding and he kept getting lightheaded. His vision would sometimes get blurry and he could barely stand at moments. 

Needless to say, Lance was a very easy opponent for Keith. Keith would put him down in about 10 ticks every time. Lance could barely keep up, let alone keep standing up. 

Lance could feel the annoyance radiating off Keith, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He just wanted to go to bed. 

After what felt like years Allura said that they were done. Lance listen to Shiro tell him what he needed to work on and he dragged himself back to his room. 

Lance barely got his armor off before he fell on his bed and passed out. 


Keith stomped towards Lance’s room, he was already pissed from training today. Lance didn’t even try to fight him, he was like a rag doll. Now Lance missed dinner? What was up with him recently. 

Keith stopped in front of Lance’s door, inhaled and knocked. 

No response. Come on Lance, I’m not in the mood for games.

Keith knocked louder. Still nothing. 

Keith was about to walk away, just because he was mad he still respected people’s privacy.

 Keith started to turn from the door when he heard something. Was that a whimper? Keith put his ear up to the door and listened. Yeah, those are definitely whimpers…..I’m sorry Lance. Keith opened the door. 

Keith stood outside the door and stared into the room. He saw Lance on his bed, thrashing around and whimpering. 

Keith stared wide eyed for a moment, then he walked towards Lance, making sure the door closed behind him. He stood a few inches away from Lance, his hands almost touching him. 

Lance looked horrible. He was shaking, and sweating. He was whimpering and saying names? Keith didn’t recognize any of the names. However he did recognize “Mama”. 

It didn’t take Keith long to figure out that Lance was talking about his family. He couldn’t watch it anymore, Keith reluctantly reached forwards and shook Lance. “Lance!”

 Lance flung his eyes opened and bolted forward nearly smacking into Keith in the process. 

Lance looked at keith and scurried to the opposite side of the bed and hugged his legs. “He-hey Keith. Time for dinner?”

Keith nodded and continued to stare at Lance. “Lance is everything alright?” Keith wanted to hug him, strange right, but he decided to stay where he was. 

“Yeah, of course! Just a dream.” Lance tried to laugh ot off but his voice was raw. 

“Lance, that wasn’t a dream. You can talk to me.” Keith sat on the edge of the bed hoping to calm Lance down.

Lance continued to stare at Keith, his breaths were coming fast and his shirt was soaked in sweat. Keith wouldn’t judge him…right? “I miss my family.” Lance swallowed around the lump in his throat. 

“Well that’s okay we all miss someone from Earth.” Lance responded by shaking his head.

“No like this is different from usual. I’m seeing them, I saw my sister in the castle. Keith I’m losing it aren’t I?” Keith stared at Lance even more. 

He was hallucinating, okay.  “Lance I think you’re just tired.” Keith was trying to find and answer for Lance.   

“I can’t. I only slept because of how tired I was. Everytime I sleep I see my family. They’re disappointed in them, I left Earth and didn’t tell them. I never want to make my mama cry but every time I dream, she cries.” Lance’s breathing started to pick up. “And when I don’t sleep my brain is occupied with everything I do wrong. I’m a failed pilot. I’m a failed teammate. I’m a failed friend. I can’t do anything right.” Lance fought back tears as his voice wavered. 

Keith wasn’t sure what part got him but he crawled across the bed and hugged Lance as tight as he could. He slowly felt his shoulder become wet and shaky arms wrap around him. 

“Lance your parents are not disappointed in you. You’re not a failure. You just need to cope and get help. There is no shame in it. You can talk to me whenever you need.”

Lance tried not to shake but he started to tremble all over as he sobbed on Keith’s shoulder. “Thank you Keith.” 


Roughly 2 months had passed and Lance started to sleep better. He brain stopped voicing his insecurities and he saw less of his family. He trained better, and he pilots Blue better than ever. He did it because of one thing. Every night he would sleep next to a certain Red paladin and every time Lance had an issue, he was right there to help. 

I am terrible sorry this took so long. 

I love this idea! Also never apologize for Klance, it’s my life.

I hope you like it!!!

Thank you!


haikyuu ❈ fairytale pages

picking up some small pebbles, he dropped them into the pitcher one by one.
with each pebble the water rose a little higher until- at last!
it was near enough so he could drink.

                                                      (aesop, the crow and the pitcher)

Playing Sports With Your Nerd Does Not Make A Good Date (Part 1/6)

Level one: Morning routine

     The day started simple enough. Michael was the first to wake up. The first waking minutes of the day were spent taking in his surroundings and letting the smile blossom across his face at the realization that he was being cuddled. Even in sleep, the fluffy heap of limbs and poofy hair that was his boyfriend had taken to clinging to his boyfriend. He took in the sensation of the stomach pressed to his back, the chin resting on his shoulder, and the legs tangled with his own. This was real. He could feel it with his every cell and smell the amalgam of scents that made up his boyfriend. It had already been a year and Michael still couldn’t get over the fact that this was real-that he was able to stay in one place with the one person he loved the most who accepted him completely for who he was. Michael was grinning from ear to ear by the time he was fully awake and sure that this fantastic reality he could never have dreamed of was truly his reality.

     Once awake, Michael next took to the task of getting out of bed. This was the difficult part of the morning. Each day Michael took on the task of untangling himself from Jeremy without waking him. With the way Jeremy adjusted himself in his sleep to take in as much of his boyfriend’s heat as possible, Michael would always find that he and his boyfriend had become some sort of sleeping pretzel or linked-up puzzle. Luckily, puzzles were Micheal’s specialty. Slowly uncoil a leg there, turn gently here, push a stuffed animal between his shoulder and Jeremy’s head there, and eventually pull and Indiana Jones by filling in the vacancy Michael’s body left with a large pillow or giant stuffed dolphin, and he was free. Jeremy would always complain about the intricate arrangement of pillows and plush toys that he would roll onto when he woke up. Michael would laugh and say that Jeremy should be less of a cute and cuddly sleeper. Jeremy would pout and say that he wasn’t cute, but would return to his sleeping habits the next night with no hesitance. Christine once asked if they ever got tired of the having the same argument. The answer from both Jeremy and Michael was an indignant, “No.”

     Michael gave one last warm glance to Jeremy as he replayed the memory in his mind. His boyfriend responded by nuzzling the paopu fruit-shaped bean bag in his sleep. Right. Onto making breakfast.

Michael knew the moment Jeremy was awake by the ping on his phone. He set the frying pan off the flame before checking his phone. Sure enough, Jeremy sent him a text saying, “My boyfriend abandoned me. Hurry upstairs! I need a hug.” Michael popped four slices of bread in the toaster before responding. “How about you come down stairs instead. I hear your boyfriend is waiting with breakfast.” Michael began to set the table while he waited for the response. In his mind, he pictured Jeremy burrowing himself in the sheets and pouting, then swinging himself to sit on the bed for a better texting position. While Michael was placing the plates on the table, he felt his phone buzz with a new text. “I’m lonely! :(“ it read.

     Michael snorted. “Then come downstairs so you’re not lonely, you big goof!” He called. At this point, Christine and Rich had already woken up and prepared a bowl of cereal and pop tart respectively.

     A groan reverberated throughout the house, signaling Jeremy’s surrender to join the waking world. Christine and Michael both laughed while Rich glanced at his phone and slipped something under Michael’s plate to assist Jeremy in his revenge. Michael decided to ignore it until after everyone was done eating. When he collected the plates and bowls, a slip of fluorescent yellow paper was waiting for him. “I abandoned my boyfriend and all I got was a passive-aggressive sticky note,” was scrawled in red gel pen. It was one of the tamer morning revenges he’d received. The tackle Jeremy attempted moments later made up for it.

((This is?? So cute??? What the heck I’m. I need to sit down and breathe bc this is freaking adorable also I’m sorry it took so long for me to post hnnngh


FANTASTIC WORK, FRIEND-O…I can’t wait for the next installment!))

Still Here

I’d been beaten up a bit, but not seriously hurt, and I knew the bruises would be gone in no more than a week, leaving no trace of the incident. Hotch was in the process of cuffing the unsub, and Rossi was talking to the local officers. I stepped out of the building and looked around. JJ and Emily were the first to approach me, a flurry of questions. 

“I’m fine, guys, it’s nothing,” I assured them, hugging them both as Morgan approached us. 

“Hey, girl,” he said, hugging me gently. “You alright?”

I nodded. 

“Yeah, I’m good, Morgan,” I said, and then looked around, noticing the absence of one very important member of the team. 

“Where’s Reid?” I asked. Morgan turned and pointed him out to me, sitting on the bumper of the SUV, his elbows on his knees, his head resting in his hands. 

“Is he okay?” I asked. I felt JJ’s hand on my shoulder and glanced back at her. 

“He’s been a complete wreck,” she told me. “He’s the one who found your bracelet, and he’s been literally worried sick all day.” 

“I’m going to go talk to him,” I said, and JJ nodded as I walked away from them, towards Spencer. My shadow fell over him as he looked up at me. He looked like hell-pale, his eyes rimmed in red, the bags underneath his eyes more pronounced than usual. 

“Hey,” I said, smiling at him. “How come I didn’t get a welcome back hug from you, genius?” He stared at me, and I noticed tears begin to well in his eyes. 

“This isn’t funny, (Y/N)!” he exclaimed angrily. “I’ve been worried sick all day, and you just waltz over here and make a joke?” 

I stared at him, surprised by his outburst. 

“Whoa, okay,” I said, taking a step back. “I’m sorry I bothered you, Reid.” I turned to walk away, feeling confused and a little hurt, but the sound of him drawing in a ragged breath propelled me to turn back and look at him. 

Tears were streaming down his cheeks, and his eyes met mine, full of fear and hurt and total anguish, so expressive that it stopped me in my tracks. 

“Spencer?” I said cautiously. 

“I thought I would never see you again, (Y/N),” he choked. “When I found your bracelet, I thought you were de-” he struggled to say the word, but it came out more as a strangled sob instead, and I could see that he was starting to crumble. I moved forward and took him into my arms. He held tight to me, and I could tell he was trying not to cry. 

“I’m so sorry, Spencer,” I murmured. “I’m so sorry that you had to be the one to find that, and I’m sorry you were scared.” I could feel tears seeping into my shirt where his head was buried into my shoulder. 

“I can’t lose you,” he whispered. 

“Shh,” I soothed, tracing my fingers through his long hair. 

“Spencer, you’re not going to lose me,” I whispered. “I’m here. I’m okay.”

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).”

“For what, Spence?” I asked. 

“Not keeping you safe,” he breathed, and I held him closer, my heart absolutely shattering at his words. 

“Oh, Spencer,” I breathed. “This was not your fault, sweetheart. It wasn’t anybody’s fault, okay? And especially not yours.”

“I love you.” 

‘I love you’? What? We aren’t even dating! Not that I don’t want to be, but I always assumed he didn’t! Now I’m confused. What does this mean for us?

While I was lost in my whirlwind of thoughts, Spencer pulled away, looking crushed. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I shouldn’t have said that when it’s obvious you don’t feel that way about me. I’m glad you’re alright, (Y/N).” 

I began to panic as he turned away from me. This was not how I imagined our first ‘I love you’ would go!

“No, Spencer, wait!” I cried desperately, reaching for his hand. He turned back to look at me.

“I do feel that way about you,” I said. “I’m sorry, you just caught me by surprise because I always thought…”

“Thought what?” he asked, taking a hesitant step in my direction. 

“That I wasn’t good enough for you,” I admitted. 

“What?” he looked genuinely shocked. 

“No, no, (Y/N), you’re-you’re beautiful and smart and funny and you’re real. You’re amazing. If anything, you’re too good for me.” I laughed. 

“No,” I argued. “I am definitely not too good for you.” He smiled and I reached out, fitting myself perfectly back into his embrace, burying my head against his neck. 

“I love you, Spencer.” 


For this anon:

Hello ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Still taking drawing requests ? If so, Spicycinaroll please ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Have fun ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

LOL! Why the lenny face? XD
What are you expecting on my sfw blog lenny anon? XD

Anyways, let me rant a bit. I have NO FUCKING IDEA HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME.
I don’t remember when I started. 5 am? And it’s almost 1 pm.

8 hours. This took 8 hour—jrnsbsochebxiakdbeicnwj

Okay, it’s done. I’m not gonna dare to do designs/patterns on the clothes or colour. Too scared, hungry and tired.

Don’t get me wrong, it was painstakingly fun. Emphasis on pain. _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):
It was so hard to find male clothes references. I cry.
And! The hardest one to actually draw for me, was Uf!Sans!!! DX THE ANGLE WAS HELL TO WORK WITH. I DIED SO MANY TIMES. Sob sob sob.

Ahem, so this idea came to me where I wanted Uf!Sans to be a Sun God(dess) and Ut!Paps to be the Moon God.

The ‘flowers’ that are levitating on their hands are a representation of their lover. ‘Sun’ and 'Moon’ flower. I was also going to have Uf!Sans hold a fan, but I got lazy. And tired. DX Spare me.

And they’re lovers that never met. Only by messaging each other (birds or a messenger or letter—whatever!!) did they fall for the other.

I think it’s bittersweet that way. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (is this wat u wanted anon? Lol)

Enjoy~! … Imma eat. _:(´ཀ`」 ∠):

Update: there was a tiny detail that was bothering the hell out of me, so needed to change it. Otherwise, the quality is better so no regrets (even if lighting might suck) :D

BloodLust - VII

BloodLust Masterlist ||

Genre: Fluff/Angst | Vampire!AU

Word Count: 2383

The blinding sun, along with its warming rays, was what roused you from your sleep the next late morning. Your eyelids fluttered open, and the grey ceiling of your bedroom came into view. Your body was sore and drained. You felt lightheaded and dizzy, and a very apparent ache throbbed between your legs. Rolling over and trying to sit up took a great amount of effort, and the stinging pain emanating from the side of your neck seemed to shock you out of your drowsiness. And all at once, the memories came back.

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thegaypumpingthroughyourveins  asked:

AU in which Graves is utterly touch starved and affection starved after Grindelwald but everyone's afraid of him so no one dares to offer any comfort of any kind to him. He needs a hug so bad. But he's too proud to ask anyone for it. They'd probably run in the opposite direction anyway.


Like, he knows how people look at him, he feels the strong gazes on him at MACUSA, the whispers in his back, and he notices how the President only gives him unimportant cases. They don’t trust him anymore, they’re afraid he might not totally be on their side, or even that he might be dangerous, after all he had been throught. He cries during the night, when he’s alone in his bed, in his big appartment, a pillow in his arms. It’s the only thing he found to substitute a hug. God, what did he become? A wreck craving for affection.

But, maybe, one day he comes home, and as he was about to colapse in his bed, he notice the slim, pale figure sitting on it. The boy, the boy he thought was dead, the boy who Grindelwald manipulated, wearing his own face, was looking at him, his lips barely oppened, like if he wanted to talk but wasn’t able to. He didn’t look scared of Graves, which was even more confusing to the Director of Magical Security. Instead, he even seemed quite confident, compared to how he was before all of this.

“I thought you were dead.”

“And I thought you betrayed me. Mr. Graves. I’ve been watching you. I didn’t know. I’m so sorry.”

Percival didn’t even cared anymore, he felt to his knees, crying. The pain in his chest was hardly bearable. He was relieved, of course, but the guilt was killing him. But the boy took his in arm, forcing him to stand up, and squeezed him against him. Graves felt like the weak one at the moment, enjoying the embrace as much as he could. It has been so long. He dreamed of this for weeks. He needed this so badly, and judging by the light sobs of Credence’s body, he wasn’t the only one. 


Hi, I really like your stories :)

Could you make one where y/n feels really insecure and stuff, but Shawn can make her feel better/more confident? I really like these cute stories where Shawn just says the perfect words to make you feel better.

Thank you

Hey! Sorry I haven’t been posting, it’s the first request I’ve got in a while! I’m still open for them but I’m trying to make them as good as I can that’s why I take a while. But, hopefully this ones just as good. Also, big shout out to my homie @whitechocolateperfection for recommending my blog, you’re the real MVP! And @invisiblefangirl for the request! You’re so sweet! ❤


I was a pretty happily, bubbly girl. I was content with my life and grateful for many things that have come my way.

One thing I was grateful for was my best friend, partner in crime and boyfriend, Shawn Mendes.

We never failed to be honest with each other on how we were feeling, it was the way our relationship stayed strong.

If he was away for a long period of time, I was honest and told him that I missed him and felt lost without him.

If I was travelling back home, making us further away from each other, and he was lonely and needed someone there, he would tell me and I’d try my best to get to him as quick as possible.

But, sometimes, I felt guilty because I wasn’t completely honestly with him.

About how I felt about myself.

He would ask to go to many things that consisted of paparazzi, other celebrities with award shows and premieres, but I always avoided it. I tried to avoid it.

When I had to, I refused to go anywhere on the carpet and would meet him inside the venue. I’m sure he’s picked it up, but he refused to ever talk about it with me.

You see, I was insecure. There were moments where I couldn’t even look in the mirror, hating everything that I saw. Sometimes, after I had talked with Shawn and he called me ‘beautiful’ or 'perfect’, I’d cry when I was alone, feeling so guilty about not believing his words.

I came to surprise Shawn on his European part of his tour, with the help and organisation of Geoff and Andrew. He’d been doing press all day, which left me to my own demise in waiting for him on his arrival.

I sighed, looking in the hotel long length mirror, looking at my outfit, more so myself. I sighed in disappointment, not even my clothes could make me feel better about myself.

I sat on the edge of bed, wresting my head in my hands. Shawn hasn’t seen me properly for two months. What if he took one look at me and didn’t like what he saw anymore? What if he changed his mind? I couldn’t lose him; I didn’t want to lose him.

I didn’t realise I was crying till I could feel my body racking with sobs. I didn’t want to lose the only boy I’d ever actually had feelings for, strong feelings.

I heard the door open and closed, making my head jerked up. I stood up quickly, wiping the stray tears away that had fallen down my cheeks.

I saw Shawn enter the room, his eyes widened and a grin planted on his face as he dropped his bag on the floor, sprinting to me and picking me up of the ground by my waist, spinning me around.

'Oh my god, Y/N! I’ve missed you so much! When did you get in? How long?’ He placed me back on the ground, still holding me tightly. 'This is the best thing that’s happened to me today, oh my god, I’ve missed you.’ He repeatedly kiss my temple, burying his face in my neck.

The thoughts that I was thinking about before he walked in the door soon crawled back into my mind. I felt my eyes started to water as I hugged him tighter, squeezing my eyes shut.

I tried to hold in my sobs, but that was impossible. Shawn pulled back to look down at me, his smile disappearing whilst looking at my teary eyed face.

'Surprise?’ I sniffled, feeling him pulling me in for a bone crushing hug. I broke down into sobs, gripping onto his long sleeve shirt and burying my face into his chest.

'Hey, hey - shh, what’s wrong? It’s okay honey, it’s all okay. I’m here for you, alright?’ He reassured, holding the back of my head, resting his chin on top of it.

'I’m - I’m so sorry…’

'No, don’t be sorry. It’s alright.’ I shook my head, lifting my face up from his chest. I looked up at him, innocent but guilty with not being open with him about my insecurities.

'No…I’ve - I haven’t been honest with you.’ I wiped my face, sighing in exhaustion.

'What? What’s happened?’ I could only imagine the thoughts running through his head. His jaw tightened a little, anxious to hear what I was about to say.

'I - I’m not happy.’ I answered honestly. Shawn’s face dropped, the anger disappearing off of his features. 'I’m not happy, Shawn, I’m sad. I - I don’t like the way I look and I don’t feel confident in anything I wear. I feel like you could do better with someone else who’s good with the cameras and publicity. I mean - I have fans thinking that I’m telling lies about dating you since they hardly see any photos of us together…it hurts.’

'Oh, Y/N…’ Shawn sighed, resting his forehead against mine. 'Don’t…don’t talk like that, okay? Seeing you here in front me right now is the best thing I’ve seen in two months. I know that you have your own thoughts on how you think you look, but I’m here to tell you one thing; you are so perfect to me. The way you ask me all the time if I’m handling everything okay, making sure I’ve taken vitamins so I don’t get sick, making sure I’m sleeping okay…you really care about me in ways no one else has. You’re so selfless in putting everyone first before yourself, and that’s what I’m here for, to put you first.’

I chuckled, feeling a few more tears trickle down.

'You’re beautiful, Y/N. Every. Damn. Inch. No matter what you think, trust that I love you, and I think your the best thing that’s ever happened.’ I smiled, placing my hand on his cheek, 'Okay?’ He smiled, placing his large hand over mine that rested on his cheek.

I nodded, 'Okay.’ I let out a laugh, feeling Shawn’s lips capture mine, making me smile and forget all of my thoughts.

All that mattered now was this moment with the boy that I loved and had so much respect for. He honestly could make anyone feel beautiful.

And that’s a gift right there.

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Originally posted by kingweasleys

Warren Worthington III x Reader

The Girl with the Angel Tattoo

Author: Morgan

Note: This is one of my soulmate fics from the golden era. I actually like this one a lot. Like. A lot. I hope you do too.

Warnings: None??

Living in a mutant fight club was hell. Every day, Warren was forced to fight mutant after mutant. Some of them walked away fine. Others…not so much. And sometimes, he was the one that got hurt. It was no way to live, but one thing got him through the long days and lonely nights. The marks on his arm.

Yes, Warren was a mutant, it was true. He had giant, magnificent wings, but he also had soulmate marks. They were etched into his arms, trailing upwards from the veins in his wrists. Leafy vines, twisting and turning, a few flowers here and there.

He stared at them before he went to bed, often tracing them gently with his fingers when he was alone. It was his solace. His safe place. When he was thinking of his soulmate, whoever and wherever she was, he felt like all of this trouble was worth it if it meant he got to meet her eventually.

And then Apocalypse came. Warren was broken, sad, alone, and Apocalypse had scooped him up, tempted him into doing his bidding. But after Warren was rescued, he went with the others, to Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

It was one of his first days there. He walked through the courtyard, surrounded by his new friends. And then he saw you. You were standing under the biggest tree on the campus, arms wide open. Your back was to him, and on your back, etched into the skin under your green dress was a very distinct pair of feathery wings. He broke into a run, leaving the others behind as he ran to meet you.

“Warren, where are you going?” asked Scott, but he spotted the marks on your back. It was you. Warren’s soulmate.

Warren stopped, standing just behind you. He took a breath, running his fingers through his curly blonde locks and puffing out his muscular chest. He straightened out the sleeves of his leather jacket. Finally, he reached forward and tapped your shoulder.

You turned around. He gasped softly, taken aback by how beautiful you were. But he was also scared, terrified beyond words. Would you like him for him? Metal wings, face tattoos, leather jacket and all? Or would you reject him as everyone in his life had before the Mansion?

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him. Suddenly, your smile faded and your eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re…you’re my…” you started tearing up. Here it was. The rejection. Warren’s shoulders fell, preparing for the worst.

And then you hugged him. It was a tight, nearly bone-crushing hug, but he loved it more than words could describe.

“You have no idea…” you sobbed gently, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks. “How long I’ve been waiting to meet you.”

“Aww, don’t cry.” He held you tight, rubbing your back. He smiled, one of his first real smiles in a long, long time. “I’m sorry it took me so long to find you.”

“I always knew you would come,” you whispered. “Oh my God, I don’t even know your name.”

“Warren,” he introduced. “What’s yours?”

“(Y/N),” you replied. “I just…I want to know everything about you.”

“Well, now we have all the time in the world.” he chuckled. You peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, smiling brightly. He couldn’t believe it. He couldn’t believe the most beautiful girl in the entire world was wrapped up in his arms and kissing him relentlessly. After all of the pain, all of the fighting, all of the loss, the war, you were here and everything would be better.


Later that night, you were laying on top of him on one of the many couches at the Mansion. Your fingers traced his muscles. He watched you, smiling softly.

“I never imagined in all of that, that I would ever find you.” Warren whispered, one of his hands stroked your cheek. “I wish you could have seen my wings before. They were beautiful.”

You looked up at him, your eyes meeting his. You gently rubbed his cheek with your thumb.

“Warren, everything about you is beautiful,” you told him.

“I love you so much.” he pressed a long, tender kiss to your forehead.

“I love you too,” you smiled, scanning his face before you kissed him full on the lips.

Warren knew one thing for certain. He would never get enough of this.

thank you

I’m ready for him to come out, I’ve felt like this for weeks now, Harry too, I can tell by the way I catch him looking at me sometimes, like he’s willing the baby to come sooner so I can have my body back. It’s been months since Harry and I decided to stop having sex and such not wanting to risk anything, the ever growing baby making me too scared to try anything, although Harry was convinced I would be fine.


It’s a Tuesday evening, a week later when he does, I was at home, painting when it happened, ruining my current project. Nancy was at the house with me, per Harry’s request, not wanting me to be alone at any point as due date neared. Although the doctor said it was probably still going to be at least another week.

It was honestly a blur up to the first contraction, that part I remember clearly, I had just started to color the sky went I felt the first. I had had contractions before, plenty of false ones to know this one was real, the pain was dull ending with a sharp pinch unlike the fake ones, “Nancy” I gasped accidentally swiping the brush across the canvas, leaving a pale pink stripe in its wake.

She was in the room within seconds still holding the half full cup of water she had been filling in the kitchen, “What’s wrong are you okay?” she rushed over at my pained expression,

I took a deep breath recovering, “It’s… s’time”

She jumped, “Yes!, Yes” I gripped her wrist as I felt a swift kick poke at my side, the baby growing more and more restless, my elbow knocking over the water it smeared the painting further although neither of us noticed as I gasped out again,

“Nancy, now!”

“Oh, fuck, let’s go” she helped me stand, grabbing the flats I kept by the door and lead me to her car,  the drive was fast, not fast enough as I suffered two more contractions each getting a bit worse as we neared the big white building.

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Let Me Help You- Carl Grimes

Summary: Carl has started being in a bad mental state. (Y/n) finally gets him to open up. (Fluff)

Carl Grimes x Reader

“Carl…” I breathed out. He’d been off recently, think too much. Nothing good ever came from that. In a world where almost everyone had to watch either a parent, child, best friend or lover die, being alone with your thoughts was never a wise choice.

Carl was going down a dark path, there was always this look in his eye. Like he was stuck, struggling. I wanted to help him.

I needed to help him.

It was like a routine at this point. Every single day I wake with the desire to help him, he never let me in.

Carl was trapped in the past.

Imagine that normal teenage thing where at night that one time you embarrassed yourself or said something stupid replays over and over, keeping you up. It’s like that. Except with the thought of someone dying. It was worse for some of us than others. I think Carl might be one of the worse ones.

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To Poe. Hi. It’s Finn. You told me to write you a letter. Sorry it took this long. We leave for RGE-67 in fifteen hours and I guess the adrenaline’s finally got my ass in gear. Also I don’t think I’m very good at writing letters. Not sure what’s right to say and what isn’t. So I guess I’ll just say a bunch of true things and hope one of em sticks.
1. I think I love you.
2. I think I’m not supposed to.


I have a lot of regrets (namely only painting one side of the flowers and forgetting to add a piece until it was too late) but my legs are tired and aching after spending almost 8 hours tucked underneath me to make this

So ! here is Natsume as Houzuki

strawberrywhaliens  asked:

namjin headcanon for secret sat: consider seokjin feeling down one day bc school is hard and weird and he's a freshman in high school but already he's being told to just focus on grades and nothing else and when he's walking home he passes by this park and suddenly hears a whole bunch of rapping dissing the school system and he looks to see what's going on and there's Namjoon, still in middle school but with a crazy mohawk and hands in the air as he verbally rips apart an imaginary person (1)

and seokjin is just awed while he watches this kid go in an empty park. before he knows it he’s right behind him and when namjoon stops he automatically starts clapping, half scaring the poor guy to death, who never had any idea anyone could hear him at all. and then jin is all up in his face, eyes sparkling, telling namjoon how he’s awesome and that was such a cool rap and how he totally relates to it and namjoon is s o talented to be able to do that and poor namjoon just turns bright red (2)

bc he’s never rapped in front of anyone before or shown them the stuff he’s done but here’s a really cute guy talking about namjoon like he’s actually something special bc of his raps and even saying he LOVED it and namjoon is just really?? flustered?? and afterwards they sit at the park together ralking and joonie talks about his rapping and why he does it and his love for music and jin just soaks it all up and talks about his own tastes in music amd they talk so long it becomes hella dark (3)

so jin is like omg!! you’re still a kid!!! so he sends him home after exchanging contacts and then when jin gets home and hits the bed he gets a text from joon like “got home safely, what about hyung?” and he grins and starts texting back and then they ended up falling asleep messaging each other bc this is basically their first real friendship and over the years jin is namjoon’s #1 fan and supporter even when ppl tell him he should stop rapping and just focus on his grades instead (4)

jin is just always there telling him he can do it and jin believes in him and somewhere along the line joonie falls for this kind and dorky and energetic hyung of his who’s never once given up on namjoon even though he’s obsessed with rap/music or thought namjoon should change in any way and so when jin struggles in school joonie learns the subjects he struggles in to be able to help him and constantly praises seokjin when he can so he knows he’s really absolutely amazing no matter what (5)

and namjoon always buys jin’s fav snacks or new ones he wanted to try out whenever he feels down and goes to the same highschool as him as a surprise, shocking jin even more when he skips another grade to be in the same class as jin after jin tells him he wishes he never had to go to school bc its horrible and they’re just always together, always seokjin and namjoon and nothing else to everybody who knows about them. namjoon makes a cd and sends it to companies to see if anyone will take him (6)

and jin is telling him “they will, they will” but namjoon doesm’t believe him and they’re in their last year of highschool when namjoon hears back from someone and gets a record deal and finally, finally makes his dream come true and becomes a rapper like he’s always wanted to be. the first song he raps is that one from all those years ago in that park, edited and tweaked just a little bit, and he dedicates it to jin. he saves up the money, goes to the first flower he sees and buys a HUGE (7)

bouquet of flowers and heads straight to seokjin’s dorm that he just moved into all alone since namjoon isn’t going to college, drops to his knees right there and tells seokjin he doesn’t have the money or stability or even worth to propose to him right now and ask him to marry him, screw the law, but he will one day and right now he just wants to know if jin will give him the chance to be his boyfriend and jin just laughs and kisses him right there in the dorm hallway with everybody there (8??)

and namjoon becomes famous and makes money and gets them an apartment and jin finishes college and they don’t have legal papers saying they’re married but they’ve got rings and the memories and love to say it for them and that’s all they need. joon dedicates every album to jin and jin is his number one fan always, to the point where not a single one of namjoon’s fans doesn’t know who jin is. (sorry i took so long iT GOT AWAY FROM ME AKSKFK) but like. consider. (9??? who knows anymore sjdkg)

/weeps in the corner/ you.. basically….. wrote a short namjin fic….. /nasty sobbing/

FOR REAL DUDE I’M SO HAPPY THIS GO AWAY FROM YOU?? i love it so much it’s just??? WOW thank you

never gonna be over it…….. i wanna read a full fic

it’s a sleepover