A Hundred Lesser Faces: (Seven)

Notes from Mod Bonnie

  • This story stems from the premise: what if Voyager!Claire had gone first to Lallybroch instead of directly to the print shop in Edinburgh?

Many a red-headed man I’d passed on the long road from Lallybroch. Every single time, my stupid, desperate heart had leapt with joy; and every time, I cursed myself for the fool that I was. For Christ’s SAKE, why the bloody hell should he be on the road from Inverness, Beauchamp? Jamie Fraser is south, in Edinburgh, with his wife. With his daughters. Happy. So, pull yourself together. 

So deep had been my longing, though, that my traitorous eyes had tried over and over to convince me that it might be, it MIGHT be this time! (even when the actual travelers hadn’t looked remotely like Jamie). Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, one had been a very tall boy no more than twelve, and I still had had to see his face from ten feet before I would allow my heart to quiet. Not him. Not him. 

Blind hope, indeed. 

But this time, as I whirled and fell on the hillside, heart exploding, in a single moment, I was certain. Even from a great distance, even two decades later, even not yet able to see his face through the snow-flecked gloom, even had he not been screaming my name, yes, I’d know the shape of that man anywhere. It was Jamie, tearing toward me on horseback, riding like the hounds of hell were at his heels. And the SIGHT of him? A relief and a love smashed through me, so deep and so visceral that I staggered downward; not running, not even making my way down the hill;  just slipping, pulled toward his orbit. 

Alive. I had known for months, believed, had confirmation from Jenny herself, and yet the proof was now there before my eyes. Not under a stone on Culloden Moor; that nightmare was now banished forever. Jamie Fraser was ALIVE.

I saw him kick hard, spurring the horse to an even more astonishing pace—how loudly must he have been screaming that I had been able to hear him from so far away?—and found myself bursting out with joyous laughter at the way his shirt flapped like a sail in the wind. Nothing changed, then, if the ridiculous man had ridden without a coat or a cloak against the wind and the sn—




Please….please, no.

This changes absolutely nothing, Beauchamp. This ends with you going through those stones, sooner or later. Make it sooner. 

But he came for me—Jamie came! He’s HERE.

He’s happy. He may have come, but he’s happy.  Don’t make him suffer by forcing this impossible choice. 

Just let me say goodbye.


Let me hold him, just for —


Can you honestly do what needs to be done if you have to look him in the eye and pull yourself out of his arms?

“CLAIRE!—What are ye—? S T O P !”

I was running up the hill, stumbling and tripping, going as fast as I could. I couldn’t stop. If I looked at him—If I touched him…

Everything seemed to slow to single frames, impressions:

The slow shrill cry of my breaths,

the grass suddenly inches from my nose as I staggered low over a boulder.

Hoofbeats, closer, louder.

I’m running for my life through quicksand,

every footfall sinking me deeper, and slower, as the monster gets closer and closer and—

A fierce whinny, a curse.

A voice— my voice—screaming. “STAY AWAY!”

Boots hitting the ground,


Running, both of us running,  

and I couldn’t stop.

I must not st—

Time smashed into its normal pace again as I fell, mere yards from the crest of the hill, and cried out in pain.

“CLAIRE!” God, he was so close, pounding up the hill behind me, no more than thirty—

Don’t!” I shouted as I scrambled to my feet. 


“DO—NOT—TOUCH—ME!”  I screamed it over my shoulder with all the violence I possessed, a feral beast, cornered and ready to go for the throat as it went down.

Silence fell on the faerie hill. Stillness, and absolute silence.

When human thought returned, I was on my feet at the very top of the hill, the stones screaming their evil song behind me. My body was slung sideways, both arms raised in defense; my head hung at an improbable angle so as to look nowhere, see nothing: not the stones, not him. It was elemental in my body, in that moment: the absolute imperative not to look at him. If I could keep from looking, keep from getting trapped in those eyes, everything would be alright.

It was a ridiculous logic, I knew; somewhere in the recesses of my consciousness, that was obvious. Jamie Fraser was HERE. He wouldn’t simply let me walk away unacknowledged; but such was the depth of my panic and hysteria that I couldn’t move. I was bare millimeters from completely falling apart, abandoning all my noble resolve, and flinging myself into his arms, begging him to choose me  take me and damn the fucking consequences.

But it still wouldn’t change a bloody thing, the rational half of my mind whimpered. He would still be married. He would still have his children. We still could not be together, or at least not under any circumstances that honor would permit. I still could not force him to make that choice. 

Hold yourself together, Beauchamp. No tears, remember? You said you could do the same for him; could be calm and sure for him. Now, do it. Stand strong.

“….Mo nighean donn?”

That flower-stem snap.

That voice—Jamie’s sweet, clear voice; my very heart speaking aloud, quietly, but with every ounce of pain and longing that I felt in my own breast. 

Look at me, mo nighean donn.”

Stand. strong.

My mouth was dry and my entire body was shaking, each word an effort. “— Can't—”

A sudden, vicious snarl. “LOOK at me!”

I half-growled, half screamed, “I—CANT!” 

Desperate. So desperate, that ‘can’t’. I was shaking. Going into shock, in fact. Could feel the darkness and the manic energy and the absolute inability to retrieve words or actions closing—

Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.” 

He said it like he always said his own name: low and distinct, with honor in every syllable.  


“I have ridden,” he said, in a voice so quiet and deep and measured, “night and day for nigh on a week, terrified that—terrified th—*Please,*” His calm vanished and the words were tumbling out of him in a frantic rush. “Please, for the love ye bear me, for the love that brought ye to find meTURN.”


God, but I can’t stand.

“By everything that is holy…” A whispered moan. “Let me see your face, mo ghraidh.

….and damn my weak, foolish heart, I turned. I looked.

Day and night for a week, he’d said, and I believed it. Even at a distance of twenty feet down the hill, I could see just how bloodshot his eyes were, wide and wild. He was pale, underneath the red of wind and exertion, paler than I remembered. That glorious hair was now worn long. If it had been tied back, the ride and the wind had undone it. It was wild and tangled, whipping about his face, his chin covered in stubble that nearly amounted to a beard. His clothes—nothing but shirt, breeks and boots— were filthy and torn and splattered with mud. He looked, quite simply, dead on his feet.

He was the most beautiful sight I’d ever beheld.

God, you’re so like her, I wanted to moan. I’d known it, had had my heart broken every day to see the proof of him in our daughter, and yet seeing him now before me, I was absolutely run through to find her broad, good-humored face there, the same dark blue eyes aslant the high, flat cheekbones and wide mouth. 

He’d aged, of course, as had I. The lines around eyes and mouth were deeper, the skin more weathered and coarse, but it was still him. His nose had been broken, at some point. It made him look fiercer, though perhaps that was simply fatigue and the vast waves of emotion obviously rushing through him, through us both. 

Jamie had staggered back a pace or two back as he stared up at me, nearly toppling down the steep incline. “Jesus….Christ…” he whispered. The back of his hand was pressed to his mouth as though to stifle a cry, “You’re….You….” The hand became a fist and he shook his head as a gasping smile broke from him. “Claire—God, Claire, mo chridhe!” He moved, about to sprint up the hill. 

I jumped backward. Raised my arms against him. No.

Hurt. Betrayal. Pain. It was as though I had shot him at point-blank range…And something deeper shone beneath it all: some blazing intensity I couldn’t quite identify. He looked as though he would bleed out there on the spot, from this newest wound. 

So will I, my love. 

But he heeded me, standing completely still. His hands shook, half-raised before him. He simply didn’t know what to do with them—I knew because I didn’t know what to do with mine. His mouth worked as he tried to speak, to ask, to say something, but failing. Those eyes held everything, though. Pleading.

Silence on the hill. Silence and screaming. 

“You—survived,” I managed at last, weakly, with something like a laugh.

“Aye—” He exhaled in a huge rush, clearly grateful that I’d broken the stalemate. “It was a verra close thing.” He spoke fast and frantically, babbling, even, as though terrified to let silence fall again. “I should have died in the battle, or from the firing squads after, or of my wounds festering, but— Aye, I—I was—spared.”

“Thank God,” I whispered, and his eyes lit with such hope and relief that I could have cut my bloody tongue out at the root.

STOP this instant, Beauchamp. Nothing has changed.

Jamie was the one to break the silence, this time. “Your letter,” he gasped out.

“You read it, then?” A stupid thing to say. He’d obviously read it, but I clung to conversation just as he had. The stupid words were something, something to keep from falling off the edge of this insanity. “When?”

“By providence, I arrived at Lallybroch the same day you’d left, and….Oh, God, CLAIRE….”

Oh, God, Jamie. 

Each time my name left him, it seemed to tear a piece out of both of us. I could only look down at him, waiting.

“When I saw your hand on that letter,” he said, voice shaking uncontrollably, “the print of your ring in the wax, I …”

He shook his head, at a loss, mouthing it over and over. I…I….

Through the snow, though darkness was creeping steadily around us, I could see the first tear sliding down his cheek. “….I felt as though I were dying.”

So did I. So do I.

“To know you’d survived—that you’d come back, and—and,” his eyes lit up. “Brianna.”

From his lips, our daughter’s name sounded like strange music from another world, and I wanted to listen to it forever.

“It would have been enough—more than enough—only to ken our bairn had lived, that the both of ye had lived and been cared for, but to….Claire, I simply couldna believe my eyes.” He shook his head, violently. “To see…to SEE the lass…our daughter.” Jamie released his sobbing breath and closed his eyes, holding out his hands before him, tears streamed down his cheeks. “Her entire life, there before me… and she so happy and so braw and bonny and—God, it tore out my beating heart.” He heaved a breath and smiled up at me, beaming with love and joy, though it was difficult for him to get out the words. “She’s—more wonderful than I ever could have imagined, mo ghraidh….Our Brianna.”

I forced a smile and choked down a sob. “I’m so honored,” I whispered, so haltingly, so carefully, so, so carefully, “to have been able—to bring her to you, in some way.”

My love.

My own love.

Nothing has changed.

I know. 

I took a step, two steps, backward toward the stones. This was the part where I was to be strong. 

Jamie’s eyes snapped into laser-focus, a predator’s, and that unknown intensity I’d seen earlier flamed now into life. It was anger

“Why would ye just GO?” His voice was still wretched with pain but he was snarling, stammering, growling in mounting fury. “Ye—ye came for me and—Ye came all the way from your time through the stones and then meant to go back and leave forever wi’out even—Damn ye, woman, ye didna even—If I hadna come just in time—Foolish—wretched, FOOLISH—” He hurled the demand toward me with his entire body. “WHY?”

“You *know* why.” It was all but a moan. 

He growled again. “Ye dinna ken —” 

“I know that you’re married,” I got out, moving sideways around the rim of the hill, countering his advance. “I know you have children. Jenny told me everything—how hap—”

“No, Claire, ye dinna understand!” Something had shifted in his eyes — relief? — and he was once again still, though scarcely fifteen feet in front of me down the hill. “Jenny lied. She lied, Claire,” he insisted, the words falling out of him. “She lied and made ye think I was—”

You’re not  ??”

Jenny lied! Thank the bloody stars above, the horrible bitch LIED!!! Jesus H— 

My smile broke through like the dawn, a blaze of glorious, raging happiness as I gasped out, “Then, you’re not married?”

And I watched as that hope shriveled and vanished to dust. His eyes dropped to the ground. “I am marrit.”

I swayed, eyes closed. I couldn’t bear this any longer, couldn’t take this agony raging in my heart, both the emotional and the physical heart. I felt light-headed, felt pain in my limbs. I couldn’t be strong. I couldn’t.

Just a little while longer. Say your farewell, and be gone. It will be alright, Beauchamp. 

“Then she didn’t lie,” I said, simply, my throat burning with the effort not to wail. “You have a wife and two beautiful daughters.” I caught my breath and opened my eyes, managing to smile, though I was so very near the brink. “I meant what I wrote in the letter. Every single word. I want you to be happy—and I’m glad that you are. I’m glad that you have a family and that they have made you happy.”

His brows were drawn up, making him look absolutely crazed. He mouthed the word like he’d never heard it before. Happy?

“But I—” Somehow, I kept up the smile as I whispered through wooden lips and burning throat and the tears. “—but it means—that I have—to go, now— before—”

“NO,” he snarled, springing with sudden force. I staggered still further away around the hill as he bellowed, “You’ll NOT—”

“BE STILL!” I bellowed back.

And once again, he heeded me. 

“For God’s fucking SAKE, you bloody — Scot!” I shouted down at him, suddenly just as furious as he. “Have you NO notion of what — Don’t you understand? I’m giving you up! I’m letting you go!” I gestured wildly behind me to the stones, choking on my tears. “I’m leaving so you don’t have to choose! Do you think I’m so arrogant as to believe I’m worth upending your happy—”

“DAMN YOU, woman, I havena been HAPPY in TWENTY YEARS!”

Silence on the faerie hill. Silence and screaming. 

When he spoke again, it was once more in that quiet, aching whisper.

“Jenny led ye to believe otherwise and may she be damned for it.” He took a step forward, pointing.  “But in that letter, ye renewed a promise to me; and I’ll give ye the same, now.” Another step. 

I stepped back. 

He surrendered, went to his knees, hands clenched in the posture of oath-taking. “No lies, Claire.” His eyes blazed into mine. “Nor secrets. Not ever. Not now. I swear it on Brianna’s life.”

God, my heart…

“Will ye hear what I have to tell?” 

…it simply couldn’t take this.

But I nodded. 

“I left Laoghaire more than a year past.”


The outburst was so violent, so loud and so shrill in the wake of my long silence, that it startled us both. Jamie had to put a hand out to steady himself as he jumped, and the acute panic of a fresh hell showed across his face.  “She—Jenny didna—?”

“No, she BLOODY well DIDN’T!”

“Aye, well—ah …ehm…Claire?” 

He was peering leerily up at me, and little wonder, for I was laughing—actually, CACKLING with laughter, hands clutched to my belly as I doubled over with it. 

“No, Jenny didn’t tell me who,” I sighed, when I had calmed down (marginally). “The only detail your darling sister deigned to divulge about your wife—” 

Of all people. Of ALL the marriageable women in all the bleeding Highlands. He had married —had had children with—loved—

All levity, all scorn dropped out of me, and my voice cracked, a whispering shell. “—was that you were happier with her than she’d ever seen you….And that you had two little girls that call you Da.”

“But they’re not mine, Claire. They’re not mine,” Jamie said again more urgently as I stared. He gritted his teeth. “And I shall wring my sister’s neck for a wicked liar when next I see her, for she kens fine that I’ve not had ninety-nine happy minutes in that marriage since it began.”

I was so cold. Frozen, in every cell. 

“Two years ago, we wed,” he began carefully. “She was marrit before, twice, and found herself a widow wi’ two bairns to feed just as I was newly come back from England.” 

His words were running together, a bit. There was so much warring within him, so much he clearly wished to say, but cold and fatigue and emotion were taking their devastating toll.  

“I’m fond of her lassies—Marsali and Joan. They’re aged fifteen and twelve and have had a cruel, rough way of it, in lives so short. Wi’ all that they’ve endured, I was glad—honored, even— for them to take me into their hearts as a father, but hear me, Claire.” He held my eye. “I’ve shared scarce more wi’ them than what loving gentleness I could offer, and a scant few months of meals shared ‘round the same table. No more.” He shook his head with a sound of shame and regret. “Christ, I sound an unfeeling wretch. I do care for them, I do.

But they weren’t born of his love; nor had he had a hand in raising them.

“Their mother…She…”


“I did have hope, at the beginning; hope that perhaps there could be some — tenderness between us. Nothing like—” He make a vain gesture up at me and closed his eyes, as though he couldn’t bear it. “—like what I kent it could be between a husband and wife, but something good to keep me sane; keep me alive….Can ye see?…Have ye kent that same hope, Claire?…. Only she couldna; or I couldna. I’ll accept the blame in full, but in the end, the ‘why’ and ‘who’ dinna matter. It was a broken thing within months, and I knew that if I’d stayed….” 

He hung his head, and for the first time, I could truly see the twenty years that had gone from his life. 

“I left for Edinburgh; have been there ever since. I provide for them, but I havena called Balriggan home for over a year…nor shared her bed since long before that.”  

The wind whistled between us. What he was saying…

I was numb. I was…It was like I was underwater, with news being shouted to me from dry land as I slowly drowned. 

“I’ve lain wi’ three women, since you’ve been gone,” he blurted suddenly, urgently against my silence, his voice so miserable, his eyes imploring. “Laoghaire, and two single-night encounters, and from one of those—From one of those nights…”

Oh, Jesus…

“William,” he whispered, nodding in confirmation, his eyes absolutely wretched but shining with the need to confess. “He’s a — a bastard, in England, and I shall never see him again. I’ve never told anyone of him, not even Jenny or Ian. His mother, his putative father—they’re both dead. He’s highborn, in the care of a man I trust. John will give him a good life; better than ever a convicted traitor could.” 

He closed his eyes and I could see his mouth working furiously as he tried both to form words and to hold back his weeping. “But he’s my son,” he whispered. “My only son, alive in the world because of me, and he’s bonny and canty and strong, just like Brianna, and there are days when I canna seem to live wi’out seeing him, holding him, or —” And he went silent, hiding his face in his hands until he could manage to speak. “Nor can I regret that he lives, for those years I had near Willie were the closest thing I’ve had to—to — And that only a shell of what….”

He raised a hand up as though he would cup my cheek across the chasm between us; then dropped it. Both hands lay on his thighs, aimless. 

“No. Happiness has not been granted me, Claire.” He stared at his palms, speaking in the barest, broken murmur. “My heart left wi’ you and the bairn; and while it is my duty to go on, to care for those under my protection, as I shall do, I’ve had little joy save the knowledge that at the end, I’d die and be able to find ye, just as I promised. Two hundred years, I said I’d wait. I’ve been counting.”

The snowflakes danced around us in the near-night, oblivious to desperation or to miraculous sparks catching in dark, deep places. 

“And to then learn in a moment that you’d come back…”

I tried to speak; but I was shaking so hard that I couldn’t open my mouth. I clenched it tight, feeling the tears slipping over my lips. 

“Claire?” he moaned, reaching out a hand. “…Lass?…Love?…I feel as if I shall die if I canna touch ye….Please.”

My knees had locked — everything within me had locked, between Jamie and the cold— and as I tried to adjust my footing, I accidentally stumbled backward a pace.

Despair escaped out of him and he jumped up as though to run to me, but he thought better of it, and came back down to his knees.

“Twice, I brought ye here to send ye away, mo nighean donn, because I knew a better life awaited ye on the other side of those accursed stones. Perhaps it does, this day, as well, but this time, I shall beg. Don’t go.” 

He raised both clawed hands to me. The tears were flowing so violently and his face was so deeply contorted so as to be barely recognizable. 

“Don’t go. Stay wi’ me. Stay. I canna…I canna do it…Please.*please*….”  

I was paralyzed, completely immobilized by — by —

“Is it too much to forgive, Claire?” came the cracked moan of my heart through the darkness that had suddenly hidden him from me entirely. “Laoghaire and—and William? Do… do ye not want me?”

God, Jamie…” I whispered, so softly that surely only the grass and the snow could hear. 

It was the first time I had said his name aloud to him.

“….you’re all I want.”

“Then  what   else   matters?”


Nothing else mattered.

And I was flying down to him, and he was flying off his knees to catch me, and the feeling of his arms around me, of Jamie’s arms around me at last was —

Like lightning, striking upon the sand. A flash of light, of power, instantly transforming the hundreds of tiny fragments— the millions of shards weathered to all but nothing by time—into a single, molten one. A whole. 


steve & his gf’s wisdom teeth removal - headcanons

this dope ass idea was requested by @greasers-with-glitter - thank u & i hope u like them!! anything for ma boy steve.

  • for the first 5 minutes after surgery, you’re so quiet, like you’re not even talking 
    • “IS SHE OK”
    • “WHA T  HAPPEN D
  • and then u fucking lose it ???
    • “steve, she’s on laughing gas. it might last for a while.”
    • and then u can see the tension leave his face while a lil mischevious smirk sets in and he’s just like
    • “oh.”
    • ;)
  • he totally just wants to mess around w u now
    • “WHAT. IS. MY. NAME.”
    • “stheebe”
    • and he’s being an ASS SO HE CAN HEAR U FUCK HIS NAME UP AGAIN
    • but after a while it gets annoying lmao
    • like in the car on the ride back home, he’ll be driving and you’ll be like
    • & you’ll have him glance ur way while he drIVES & stick the middle finger all up in his face
  • u stick ur head out the window while he’s driving and he is conceRned
    • u open ur mouth while ur out the window (??) and one of the gauze things flY OUT
    • “IT FELL OUT”
  • but when u get ur head back inside, u yawn cause now you’re tired for some reason ???
    • “AH”
  • you’re sporadically falling asleep
    • like even in the middle of you talking
    • aaaand ur sleeping
  • steve brings u to the Curtis house bc he cant do this by himself
    • ^^ *voice crack*
  • except the gang really isnt of much help cause they all wanna do is mess with u
    • “Y/N THE FUZZ IS CHASING aFTER U” (dally)
    • “dallY NO” (steve)
    • “i swEAR IM INNOCENT” (u)
    • “BUT THE BLOOD” (dally)
    • cue the waterworks!!
  • soda & two are trying way too hard not to laugh
    • but two is deadass walking off into the kitchen cackling LIKE A FUCKING WITCH
  • johnny, pony and steve are the only ones concerned for u, like they’re trying to help u stop crying
    • johnny and pony got u tissues and steve got u ice cream but u start crying more
    • “why cant you eat the ice cream????” (my man is stressed rn)
  • steve is so spent lmfao he needs a nap
Meanwhile, a recap on Jon and Sansa's 'unadulterated platonic relationship'
  • S05E07
  • Sansa, after being raped and abused: ...but you are a bastard
  • Ramsay: (this girl never learn does she?) well you know who else is a bastard? Jon Snow
  • Sansa: Jon Snow who?
  • Ramsay: this dumb bitch... Your half-brother!! Remember? He's Lord Commander now. Another bastard rising. Bastards for the win!
  • --
  • S06E04
  • After 84 years... (The first Stark reunion, i sure TF am crying)
  • Jonsa: (intently stares at each other for 30 seconds and the hug™)
  • -
  • Sansa: *reminisce childhood memories*
  • Sansa: im sorry im an ass to you and havent really treated you as my brother until now
  • Jon: nah. It's not your fault
  • Sansa: i was awful, just admit it
  • Jon: (snorts) well what you gonna do. I was always been a brooder
  • Sansa: can you forgive me?
  • Jon: theres nothing to forgive
  • Sansa; forgive meee : (
  • Jon: okay. :)
  • Sansa: :)
  • Sansa: *tries to be cool by drinking ale, but fails miserably)
  • Jon: (oh shes so cute, my cute little sister)
  • Sansa: okay but real talk where will you go?
  • Jon: me? There's no more 'me'. There's only you and I.
  • Sansa: fine. Where will WE go?
  • Jon: we can't stay here
  • Sansa: Home™. We have to go home.
  • Jon: you crazy?? Boltons are there and i'm tired of fighting.
  • Sansa: that is the wrong attitude, Jon!! We are going home and winning Winterfell, even if it's the last thing I do!!
  • -
  • Jon: *reads 'you traitor bastard', 'rickon is here', 'sansa is my wife'* okay im done
  • Sansa: no go on. *reads basically ramsay being the psychopath that he is* you see my point now?
  • Jon: we have no army to fight
  • Sansa: *the hand hold™* you are father's son. We need to take back what is ours.
  • Jon: okay
  • -
  • S06E05
  • Sansa: the North remembers and they remember the Starks
  • Ser Davos: ok. But Jon is not a Stark.
  • Sansa: but I am. And idc, he IS my father's son.
  • -
  • Brienne: im your sworn shield. Im not gonna leave you here alone w these untrustworthy dudes
  • Sansa: im here w Jon
  • Brienne: jon is ok. He's too dark, but okay. Others, not too much. Esp the bearded-guy. He's so obsessed w me.
  • Sansa: (snorts) but Jon is not others. Jon is my bro. 'Jon is Jon'™. He'll keep me safe. I trust him
  • Brienne: then why the fuck you lyin' to him?
  • -
  • Jon: new dress?
  • Sansa: i made it myself. Did you like it?
  • Jon: i LOVE it!! I mean, the wolf?? The details are so intricate. Such a talented hand!
  • Sansa: awww. Well, good cause i made one for you too. *hands the cloak™* since you're gonna be Ned 2.0, you should dress the part.
  • Jon: thank you, Sansa.
  • Sansa: You're welcome :)
  • Jon: *grins like an idiot* (wtf just happened)
  • -
  • S06E07
  • Lyanna: Bear islands knows no King but the king in the North whose name is Stark. I see no Stark. You're a Snow. And your sister is a Bolton, or a Lannister. Who knows anymore
  • Sansa: hun, the fact that I'm here in one piece and still sane after the idiot mad king Joffrey, and the psychopath sicko Ramsey should speak for myself.
  • Ser Davos: *gives motivational speech*
  • Lyanna: ok. I'll give you 62 o our men
  • Later, Sansa: did we just stand there and get dragged for 62 men?
  • -
  • S06E09
  • Jon: you dont have to be here
  • Sansa: yes, i do.
  • Ramsay: aww. My beloved wife. Ive missed you terribly. Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now bend the knee.
  • Jon: i think TF not. One on one, you and me.
  • Ramsay: you kidding me? You're the best swordsman in the North, no one is dumb enough to fight you one on one. Whats the point of having an army, if you wont use it?
  • Jon: will your army fight for you if you wont fight for them?
  • Ramsay: oh wow Sansa. You got yourself a fine young man right here. Jon snow, your pride will be the death of your little bro
  • Sansa: how do we know you have him?
  • Ramsay: *throws Shaggydog head*
  • Sansa: oh now you've crossed the line, consider yourself dead tom. *dramatic exit*
  • Ramsay: she's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. ofc you guys are fine too. My dogs are starving for you.
  • -
  • Men talks military strategies.
  • Jon: i want him angry. I want him making a mistake.
  • Sansa: youve met him for 6 seconds and you think you know him. Ive lived w him. I know him. Did it ever occur to you to ask my opinion?!
  • Jon: okay. You're right.
  • Sansa: *rants about Ramsay being manipulative* he's been doing it all his life
  • Jon: hun, i've defended the Wall from Giants and barbaric cannibals with what? 100 people? I think i can handle Ramsay Bolton just fine
  • Sansa: you dont know him
  • Jon: okay. Then tell me. Whats YOUR plan?
  • Sansa: idk!! Dont ask me!! Just dont be stupid
  • Jon: ????
  • Sansa: *continues to tell jon they need more men BUT not telling him they can have the knights of the Vale*
  • Sansa: if Ramsay wins, im not going back there alive
  • Jon: i wont ever let him touch you again. I'll protect you, i promise.
  • Sansa: i'd like to see you try.
  • -
  • Jon: if i die, dont bring me back
  • Red woman: im not your servant
  • Jon: you're in my camp. Im your Commander
  • -
  • Jon: *probably forgets his plan and that he's the Commander, so he stupidly marches front and center to the Boltons*
  • Ser Davos: *waited until Jon Snow is halfway through the battlefield* Go! go!! Follow your stupid commander!!
  • -
  • Ramsay: oh well, since my army is gone. How about i take you up w your offer? One on one?
  • Jon: bitch... *finally beats the crap out of Ramsay but stops when he sees Sansa*
  • -
  • Sansa: Jon. Where is he?
  • --
  • S06E10
  • Jon: im having the Lord's chamber prepared for you.
  • Sansa: you should take it.
  • Jon: no you take it.
  • Sansa: no you!!
  • Jon: 'I'm not a Stark'™
  • Sansa: You are to me.
  • Jon: You're the Lady of Winterfell. You're the reason why we're standing here. You. The knights of the Vale rode for you. Speaking of, you wanna tell me why you never mentioned you have a battalion in your pocket?
  • Sansa: oops. Sorry?
  • Jon: (comes closer) we need to trust each other. *forehead kiss™ that lasted a little longer*
  • -
  • *Sansa sits at the left side of Jon, looking proud as the North names him King in the North*
  • --
  • S07E01
  • Jon: you are my sis but i'm king now. You cant undermine me.
  • Sansa: i cant tell you when youre being an idiot? Bec joffrey--
  • Jon: *shookt* you think i'm like joffrey??
  • Sansa: (softens) no
  • Jon: thank you
  • Sansa: you're good at this
  • Jon: psh. No.
  • Sansa: you areee. They respect you but--
  • Jon: (laughs) everything before the word 'but' is horse shit.
  • Sansa: ok. Whatever. Stop babying me
  • Jon: i'll stop if you stop undermining me.
  • Sansa: i would never!! *grabs hand*
  • Jon: (this girl cant keep her hand to herself)
  • Sansa: i love dad and Robb but they are idiots. And you know what happens to idiots? They die. So dont be an idiot
  • Jon: And how should i be smarter? By listening to you?
  • Sansa: that would definitely be a first.
  • *insert ned/cat parallel here*
  • -
  • Sansa: youre so obsessed w the Night king, you forgot about the Incest queen in the South.
  • Jon: im obsessed w him bec i saw the fantasy shit he has beyond the wall
  • Sansa: hun, the South has their own fuckery. Father underestimated Cersei, that obvs didnt turn out so well
  • Jon: ok but--
  • Sansa: Jon, you've read the Art of War by Ned Stark. I've read the one by Cersei.
  • Jon: Did she sign your copy?
  • Sansa: Yes. I'm her number one stan.
  • -
  • S07E02
  • Jon: *after Sam tells him there is dragonglass in dragonstone which lol Ser Davos DID NOT even mention) i should go to dragonstone.
  • Sansa: Jon 'reckless, stubborn, you know nothing' Snow! What did we talk about being an idiot? Have you forgotten why father fought the mad king in the first place? That girl is dangerous!!
  • Everyone: we need the King in the North in the North!!
  • Jon: North is my home. And i will never stop fighting for it. But we need allies
  • Sansa: you're abandoning me!! You're abandoning our home!! (Stay)
  • Jon: You'll be safe here. I'll leave Ghost to you. And you'll keep everyone safe. Until I return, the North is yours. (This is me trusting you)
  • Sansa: okay.
  • -
  • LF: *blah blah blah*
  • Jon: (oh god. When will he ever stop talking? Is it too much to ask for a moment of silence around here? I just wanna be emo w my homies)
  • Littlefinger: i love Sansa--
  • Jon: (snaps and chokes LF) istg you touch her and i'll kill you myself
  • -
  • LF: so that was a little intense. Oh Cat 2.0!! There you are!! Hellooo!!
  • Jon: *looks back and waves at Sansa before leaving - ala Brienne & Jaime style*
  • LF: damn. At Ned 2.0? Story of my life, huh?
  • --
  • S07E03
  • Tyrion: And Sansa. Does she miss me terribly?
  • Jon: (i'd be careful of what you say next)
  • Tyrion: well i've never touched her and i was really nice to her
  • Jon: oh good. I mean idc. But that's really great. I'd hate to almost kill you myself. Not that i care.
  • -
  • Jon: *looks like fine snack at the mountain top* i miss home.
  • Tyrion: *subtly ships Jonaerys*
  • Jon: (rolls eyes) you know what's real? The White Walkers.
  • -
  • Bran: *comes back to WF but is cryptic AF*
  • Sansa: i wish Jon were here
  • Bran: and you were so beautiful, in your white wedding dress--
  • Sansa: (kim kardashian voice) if you know how i feel why would u say that like you put me in such an uncomfortable situation like u know im not happy i know im trying to see if it will work out here and i know that its not--
  • --
  • S07E04
  • Arya: jon left you in charge?
  • Sansa: he did. I hope he comes back soon. I remember how stoked he was to see me. We're buddy-buddies now. His heart will probs stop if sees you.
  • -
  • Ser Davos: so you and the Pretty dragon lady.*nudge, nudge* jonaerys is real. I ship it. Bec i saw you look at her direction for .1 second and i know foh shure you are secretly in love w her. I have the receipts.
  • Jon: you're delusional™
  • Theon: Sansa--
  • Jon: (loses his shit) you think i'll be tired of going all batshit crazy over someone mentioning her name?? Your traitorous coward useless ass can choke
  • Ser Davos: (this damn bastard cant keep it together ffs)
  • -
  • S07E05
  • Northerns lords: *kiss ass to Sansa*
  • Sansa: ok thats nice but Jon is our king. Im a loyal ho, you fake ass lords cant relate.
  • -
  • Sansa, probably: Jon I wish you can come back v soon. I miss you. Obviously Ghost does too, remember him? The Northern lords Are bipolar fuckers who are as loyal as fake fans are. Arya and Bran are back but they've gone cray cray. PS. Bran says the undeadz are heading towards the Eastwatch. He has visions now.
  • --
  • S07E06
  • Arya: *hypocritical speech about something that happened 6 seasons ago*
  • Sansa: sis i love u but stfu. Even tho Jon is an idiot, he gives me credit that i deserve. We won Winterfell back because of ME--
  • Arya: 'Sis', idk about you and Jon and but 'I' single-handedly avenged the Red Wedding by wiping the Freys out. But go awf i guess.
  • -
  • Sansa: their loyalty is to Jon. Which is debatable btw. Jon had left me on seenzone for weeks.
  • LF: doesnt matter. He left you in charge. The North likes you
  • Sansa: those lords probably doesnt even know what 'loyalty' is. If they found out about the letter I wrote 6 seasons ago when my character hasnt developed yet, by the time Jon comes back, he'll have no army left
  • LF: ok but Arya is your sister. She wouldn betray you
  • Sansa: she would if she thinks i'm going to betray Jon. Which is never gonna happen.
  • --
  • Meanwhile,
  • Jon: i serve the North
  • Also, Jon: i'd bend the knee but...

anonymous asked:

Would u be able to do a smut scenario where Jimin is so needy for his wife that he cant think straight. So when he gets home he makes sure to show her how much he loves her and needs her by making her ummm cough cum cough until she cant say anything but his name? Please and thank u if u do, if u can't it's ok...but keep letting those creative juices flow ^.~

Oh God, here we go😩💦

I Need U

Pairing: Jimin X Reader

Description: Jimin has spent a long period of time away from his newly wedded wife. He can’t seem to grasp an inkling of patience nor keep his head until he is by your side. Preferably, on top of you.

Genre: Smutty smut smut.

Warning: Cum play, graphic, dom chim chim.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

“Hyung-” Jimin bit his tongue and groaned irritably to himself as his elder, Jin, got the choreography wrong. Again. “Why can’t you just get it right? This is the billionth time we’ve gone over this stupid part!” Jin stood up straight after catching his breath and he crossed his arms tight across his chest. It was unlike Jimin to be so short tempered and show it, his tone was disrespectful in his opinion. “Ya,” Jin began, eyebrows furrowed tight, “have you forgotten who you’re talking to? I might not be the best at dancing, but you better watch your tone!”

“Hey hey..” Hoseok walked quickly over toward the two who were butting heads. “What’s going on, here?”

“This friend thinks he can talk to me any ol’ kind of way. I don’t know what’s going on but-”

“Stop.” Hoseok said calmly. He then looked down at Jimin who was now running his hands through his hair. He was clearly stressed. Clearly out of it. “You know, you haven’t been all that great at the choreo either today, so maybe you should go easy on Jin-hyung. Why don’t you go take a break and cool down.” Jimin frowned deeply at Hoseok, but he didn’t say anything else. He turned hastily on his heels and he stomped out of the dance studio, slamming the door shut behind him.

“What the hell is his problem?” Yoongi spoke up from his spot on the floor. He was watching from afar along with the other boys who took it upon themselves to just take a break. “I dunno…but he’s definitely not himself.” Taehyung replied and rubbed his arm slowly. “He’s probably just horny.” All eyes were on Namjoon who chuckled after he bluntly assumed Jimin’s problem. “Hyung..” Jungkook gasped and shoved the older male who only began erupting with laughter. “What, what? We’ve known each other this long and you aren’t able to tell when one of us has a hard on? Only a few of us get pissed off like that, Jimin is probably the worst. Whenever he forgets his honorifics or is short tempered, he’s usually gone in seconds to take care of himself. Yoongi-hyung is more irritable than normal which can be kind of scary, and even myself will get hella short tempered. You know that. Tae usually distances himself and is unnaturally quiet, Hope too. You get all serious and blunt, and Jin-hyung. All you ever do is whine when you want to go beat your meat; like we can’t tell. And our baby Kookie..” His eyes trailed down to the magnae who was already turning red when he hadn’t even said anything about him yet. “You’re dangerous.” Namjoon admitted. “Maybe we switch souls and you just break everything and get all clumsy like you forget your own strength. It’s actually amusing.”

“That’s enough, Namjoon.” Jin said finally and sat down as well. “I doubt that’s the case so just leave him alone. Whatever it is must be serious to make him act out that way.”

“He’s right.” Hoseok said and sat beside him. “It’s best we don’t say anything about it until he’s ready to talk. He’ll probably-”

“Probably what, Hyung?” Jimin’s voice startled almost all of them as he stood in the door way, his water bottle held tight in his grasp.

“P-..probably…will get the choreo right this time around…you know, now that you’ve had a break and all.” Jimin rolled his eyes and stepped into the room. He set down his bottle and then stretched out his arms.

“C’mon, what are you all sitting around for? I just want practice to be over already.”

With that said everyone stood up and got back to work. Jimin knew that after this particular practice he would have the rest of the day to himself. He wouldn’t be going back to the dorm. No, he’d go straight to your house, that is, if he could get through the day. He was struggling, tripping over his own feet. His woke member ached, causing him to stop frequently and try his best to conceal the fact that he was secretly palming himself, but it didn’t go unnoticed. His members, aside from Yoongi who could care less about his sexual frustrations, were worried about him and they often thought about cutting practice short. Though that never happened, knowing that they needed every bit of practice for their upcoming performance.

“Jimin, are you alright?” Taehyung asked after practice finally ended. The brunette shook his head rapidly, knowing he couldn’t bring himself to lie. Tae blinked and watched his friend gather his things quickly, shoving everything he had brought with him into his bag. An almost sinister, quiet little chuckle was released through his lips an he smiled at Tae. “Don’t worry though, Tae-tae, I’ll be fine real soon.” After that, he scooped up his cellphone from the floor and then darted out of the room before anyone could say anything else to him.

He was quick to hop into his car, tossing his bag carelessly into the backseat. By this time, it was already late and the sun had nearly completely set for the day. Now that he was in the confines of his own car, he cursed softly to himself and racked his hand through his hair. It took so much out of him to not touch himself that he felt dizzy. He looked downcast toward the taught fabric of his jeans and he realized a growing wet spot. His eyes widened as he ran his finger across the area, realizing almost immediately that it was precrum. “Shit..” He whispered and chewed the inside of his cheek. He needed you so bad that he didn’t know what to do, except…go to you of course. He started his car and then unlocked his phone; pressing number one on speed dial to call your number. It didn’t take long for you to answer.

“Hello?” You answered, pretending to sound as if you weren’t anticipating his call at all. “Anae, my lovely girl, what are you doing?” He asked as he pulled out from his parking spot, and sped out onto the main road. “At this very moment?” He could hear your smile, knowing you were playing dumb on purpose. “Yes,” he said calmly, “at this very moment.”

“Oh you know…I was cleaning up around the house…cooking dinner…um..showering. Don’t tell me you’ll be home late again.”

“No.” He said quickly, “Actually, I’m on my way now. Babe, I don’t want dinner tonight so you eat right now and put mine away.”

“What, why?”

“Damn, don’t make this harder than what it already is.” He hissed as he was stopped by a traffic light, prolonging the time it took to get to your shared apartment. 

“What do you mean?” You frowned softly to yourself as you walked into the kitchen, eyeing the full meal you had made especially for him. “I’m not the one making things hard, Jimin Park. I worked all week to make this stupid meal, not that you’ve been home a lot lately to notice. I fermented this blasted kimchi myself! So don’t tell me I’m making this-”

“Y/N.” He called calmly, hoping to stop you and not aggravate you any more than what you had already become. “It’s not like that, love. I just, don’t think I can focus on dinner right away when I get there. I promise I’ll eat but…just not right when I get there. I have something else planned for us tonight.”

You pouted lightly as you had already begun to clear his plates and store them in the refrigerator. “Like what?” You asked cluelessly. “You’ll know when I get there.” You were’t sure how you felt about that answer, but nonetheless, you did what he said and sat down to eat by yourself. “Oh, Anae, drink lots of water, too, okay?” You could hear him grinning, the engine of his car in the back ground revving up loudly, indicating that he was probably going over the speed limit. “I’ll worry about me.” You responded, “You just make sure you don’t end up in a car accident, or I’ll kill you.” With that said, you hung up the phone before he could say anything else. You weren’t too sure what he was planning, but you hoped it was nothing in vein. You drank water like he asked and you finished eating quickly.

You could hear the password being punched into the keypad outside of the apartment door and you looked up from your spot on the couch. You leaned over to peek around the foyer walls and watched as the door swung open.

“Anae!!” Jimin called loudly. You stood up and walked quickly over to him where you saw he had dropped everything. He had only stopped to lock the door before his eyes trained to yours. Something was off, you could tell by his dark gaze. “What’s wrong?” You asked quietly and watched as he was unzipping his coat and tossing it aside. “Y/N…you really have no idea what you’ve done to me.”

“What do you mean…?” You chewed your lip and took steps back every time he took steps forward. He threw his cap to the floor and then he pulled off his shirt in one swipe, causing you to gasp softly. “What are you doing, Jimin?”

“You were on my mind all day. You made me disrespect my hyung’s because I was so needy for you.” He reached forward and he gripped you around the waist to ensure that you didn’t go anywhere. “I know you’re mad at me for not being around or acknowledging you, but…” Jimin leaned down, his lips were just millimeters away from yours, you could feel his breath against you and it made you blush, “let me make it up to you.” He whispered finally before he caught you on the mouth. He kissed you hard. It was a little sloppy but love and passion could be found clearly. You were taken aback so that you almost couldn’t register what was going on. But soon your mind caught up with your heart and you returned his kiss. You threw your arms around his shoulders and he lifted you up, carrying into your shared bedroom. He broke the kiss and then threw you on the bed where he crawled up along with you. He sat up on his knees and then pointed to the wet spot on his jeans.

“See what you did to my pants?” He murmured. “Why do you drive me so crazy?” Your face flooded red as you looked curiously at the space he pointed to.

“What is that?” You asked him and sat up a little.

“Why don’t you help me out of these things and find out.” He replied. You sat up all the way and you did so without another word. You reached up and gripped the waist band of his jeans and unbuttoned them before unzipping them as well. You then tugged the material down along with his underwear. When they reached his mid thighs, his member sprung out angrily. It slapped against his naval before bouncing into an erect position. Clear precum spewed from the red tip and Jimin grunted lightly in relief from the confines of his jeans. You stared at his member for all of a second before you shifted into a laying position, wanting to take him into your mouth and take care of him after seeing what you were doing to him, but he stopped you.

“Not tonight, love.” He said gently and made you sit up again. “I’m going to remind you of how much I love you. You looked at him again as you returned to your seated position. He pulled you forward once more and then kissed you again. His hands gathered the hem of your shirt before he broke the kiss to swipe the thin piece of fabric over your head. Then again, your lips were connected. You hummed softly when his hands gripped your clothed breasts and began to massage them through your bra. He pushed you backwards so that you lay on your back. He licked at your bottom lip, asking for entry that you willingly allowed and soon his muscle invaded your wet cavern. His hands trailed from your chest to your back where he unhooked your bra and pulled it off of you without separating your mouths. Next, he gripped the waist of your sweats and pulled them down your legs until they were completely off. You raised your hips upward to make it easier for him, and once your legs were freed, you wrapped them around his waist. He chuckled softly against your mouth before he pulled away and trailed his kisses across your jaw to your neck. He sucked little purple blossoms into the tender skin emitting a soft moan from your swollen lips. His hands again found your breasts and he played and squeezed with the peeks. His lips continued to travel south until he was leaving a trail of butterfly kisses across your collarbone, between your breasts, across your navel, all the way until he reached your core where he stopped. He pressed a kiss there and you shivered. You tried to remember the last time you saw him in this position, but you failed to recall the memory. He smirked and spread your legs wide before he dipped his head and presented the folds of your core a kitten lick. A shaky whimper was your reaction.

“Jimin..” You mewled, wishing desperately that he would just relieve some pressure. He didn’t deny you tonight. This time he licked a stripe in between your folds, his tongue lingering on your clit. Your hips bucked in response and another moan fell from your mouth. He wrapped his mouth around the little sensitive bundle and he began to suckle, hoping to get as much of a response as he could. He just wanted to make you feel good and could put off his own neediness for a while longer.

“Oh my god Jimin!” You groaned loudly. Your hand flailed around wildly before it found its place tangled in his soft locks. You tugged just lightly and he took this as a sign to do more. So he did. His tongue licked downward to your hole. He licked a few stripes across it before he darted his tongue in and then out way to quickly for you to register. Before you could open your mouth again to complain his tongue was back inside you and this time he went slower and deeper. A finger joined him, his index slowly pressing underneath his tongue and into your heat. He pumped a few times before he pulled his tongue out again and brought his attention back to you clit. You writhed and arched your back to press further against him. Your legs had been shaking as you were sensitive from his lack of touch lately. You called his name again and moaned loudly the moment he flattened his wet muscle against your bundle of nerves. He added a second finger before he shook his head from side to side. You were already quickly reaching your first orgasm of the night and he had barely gotten started. Your breath picked up and you began panting. You pushed at his head and began grinding into his mouth and fingers.

“Faster, please Jimin..” You moaned out, and he obliged; pumping his fingers at a faster rate. You moaned louder with delight. You felt a knotting in your belly and you knew you were almost there. “J-Jimin. I-I’m-” You began, but the words were lost the moment you felt him curl his fingers upward into your spot. You cried out and nearly clamped your legs together around his head. If it weren’t for his free hand to stop you, it would have happened. He cupped his mouth over your heat the moment the knot in your stomach came undone and you came. He drank up your juices as if he had been dehydrated for a deathly amount of time. No drop was left, he didn’t allow any to spill. He looked up and watched your face contort with pleasure and he was satisfied with this job. He sat up and licked his lips before his hands were on each side of your head.

“How was that, jagi?” He whispered and pressed a kiss against your chin. Your eyes fluttered back open to look at him and you smiled. “I think it was a step toward me forgiving you.” You replied breathlessly. He scoffed softly and gripped your hips again, pulling them upwards against his. “Then I hope what I do next will really change your mind.” He said quietly. This was it. He had painfully been waiting for this moment all day. All he could think of now was being buried deep inside of you, and that was his next move. He grinded down against your heat, eliciting a tiny moan from your lips. “We’ll see.” You tested with a tiny smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth. He would take your challenge. He reached down and gripped his cock, He rubbed the tip of his cock in between your folds, lubricating you with his pre-cum. He hissed softly to himself, his tip being overly sensitive from waiting so long. Your reached up, finding purchase on his shoulders to brace yourself. You watched his expression which had turned into something more serious. You assumed he meant business.

Before you realized it, he was pushing into you. It was just his tip that had stretched you and caught your off guard. Your back bowed and you whined pathetically. You could hear his breath hitch. He paused for only a moment before he pushed more of him into you. Once you were filled to the hilt, he pulled back again without letting you adjust. Your nails dug into his shoulders and your legs wrapped around his hips. You bit your lip, suddenly feeling embarrassed about your constant sounds, but he was not happy about that. He bent down and kissed underneath your ear before thrusting back into you. You both let out a muffled moan.

“I want to hear you, baby.” He whispered and again pulled backwards. “Don’t be afraid, now. Your moans are sexy.” With that said, he thrusts into you once more, but this time he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, working up a rhythmic pace. You released your bottom lip from in between your teeth and you moaned freely again after his reassurance. After every long stroke you moaned out loudly, whining and mewling variations of his name. “Faster!” You managed in between each slur of a moan. “Harder!” Again, he obliges with no problem. His hips snapped faster into, harder and you were a reduced to a moaning mess. Your vision had clouded as you were sent into a euphoric state. Hot and electric ecstasy boiled your blood and you were sure you had reached some form of heaven. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders tight and you held on for dear life. Jimin grunted and groaned close to your ear, the sounds were sex itself. His bangs clung to his forehead as a sheen of sweat covered his body from exertion. You wondered what was going through his head at that moment, but there was nothing you could say or do to get him to express anything other than his groans.

One of your hand trailed up to his messy damp hair and you tugged gently, knowing it was something he liked. He moaned in response to this action and somehow, if it were possible, he moved faster, A string of explicits left your mouth and that same knotting feeling began in your stomach again. “Jimin!” You cried out. But this time he slowed to a stop.”Wait,” he whispered, “not yet.” You whined just like a bratty child and you began bucking your hips, hoping to get more friction this way, but he gripped your waist to stop you. He pulls out and the empty feeling almost brought you to tears. You were so close and he snatched it away from you just like that. You were suddenly being flipped over onto your stomach. You raised your head curiously and turned your head to look at him.

“What are you waiting for. Get on your hands and knees.” He commanded, and you did so, so fast you weren’t sure of yourself. He slapped your ass causing you to lurch forward and yelp. Before you could utter a word, he gripped your waist and then pushed himself back into you, filling you up deliciously fast. You weren’t sure of the noise you had made in response, not that you cared anymore. Your mind immediately fogged away to nothing as the only thing you could focus on was his cock and the pleasure it gave you. He began thrusting again, pulling almost all the way out, before thrusting hard into you again. He worked up a pace quickly. The sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room and it had only been music to your ears. A long deep moan fell from your mouth and you lowered down onto your forearms for better support of yourself. You could hear him moaning over you and you moaned along with him. One of your hands reached behind you. You wanted to touch him, any part of him. You were almost surprised to feel his hand grip yours and lace fingers with you. He held tight onto your hand as he pounded into you repeatedly. He wouldn’t stop this time. You both were at the tip of your highs and wanted nothing more than to feel the pleasure of reaching your climax. You began shaking again as you were losing strength in your legs and arms. once again, you felt that familiar knotting in your stomach and you hoped to God that he wouldn’t take it away again. Your walls clenched around him once. Then again. Once more until you were spasming uncontrollably around him. He moaned out loudly and let go of your hand. Instead he gripped your hair and tugged your head backwards, slightly cutting off your air supply. You cried out as he snapped his hips harder into you. His thrusts becoming erratic and uneven. He was close.

He thrusted into you a few more times before you both reached the end. You internal knot snapped and you came around him. At the same time he released his white hot seed into you, filling you to the brim until it spilled back out down your inner thigh. He slowly milked out the rest of your releases until you collapsed underneath him, panting hard to catch your breath. “J-Jimin..” You whispered quietly. You wanted to tell him how much you loved him. How much you forgave him and trusted him with everything. But he fucked you out and the only thing you could utter was his name. Jimin slowly pulled out of you and rolled you over onto your back. He laid down beside you and then pulled you tight into his grasp. “I love you. Don’t ever forget that.” He whispered to you. He pushed your messy hair from your face and then planted a kiss to your forehead. You nodded the best you could in response, then your eyes fluttered shut.

He had made it clear enough. He loved you and he needed you.

anonymous asked:

She's "dead" He can't wait. It's not healthy. It's horrible. He has to move on. Although moving on doesn't mean he has to be in a relationship if he doesn't find the right person. He's not in the bunker and it's not like there's many options. Maybe he just wants sex, a fwb relationship with R? who knows. The point is that even if he's in a relationship at some point that doesn't imply he'll be in a relationship when they come back. Writers love drama but romantic/teenager drama? I'm not sure...

Look, being human isn’t simple.

I know every one from the fandom has their opinion on this and everyone goes “IT’S 6 YEARS HE CAN’T WAIT IT AIN’T NORMAL” or “HE LOVES HER HE’D NEVER BE WITH ANYONE ELSE” or “HE THINKS SHE’S DEAD-” or “HE CANT THINK SHE’S DEAD-”

Truth is, there is no right answer no matter how any of us tries to look at it. Cause there are people who can spend 6 years without having sex or kissing anyone if they don’t find the right person, that are people who can’t stand 1 year without those things, there are people who would try to move on after their loved ones died and there are people who never want to find anyone ever again.

(i know it. I saw it. I felt it.)

It’s life, it’s not math. We gotta stop thinking there’s an inevitable ending here cause the beauty of written art (and life) is that it’s unpredictable.

We don’t know which one of these people above Bellamy is cause we never saw him going through any of this. It also means the writers can do whatever the heck they want about it. All writers love drama (except maybe realism literature, but heck even them), because drama is what makes people read.

And no i don’t mean Gossip Girl drama, i mean drama in general. As in, i need to know what happens next right now and this scene is making me wanna scream and cry. Writers can’t provoke said emotions from the audience by going gentle all the time. 

So trust me, if they wanna give bellamy a love interest to make us wanna cry our eyes out and scream when he realizes Clarke is alive, they will. It doesn’t mean it’s “teenage drama”. It’s life drama. It’s someone loving someone else till the end of time and then they think they’re dead and when they finally move on they realize they’re wrong. 

But if the writers wanna go all epic - like they already did on Clarke’s front BTW - and say Bellamy actually didn’t sleep or kiss anyone for 6 years cause he just couldn’t. Cause the grief was too much, cause deep inside him he needed to see Clarke not being there on earth with his own eyes, they can too.

While watching a tv show or reading anything, we need to notice this nuances and stop placing writers inside boxes. Cause people aren’t that way - what’s true to you, isn’t to me- and they write about those people.

Lets Destroy It


note : luke is the name of your boyfriend not sure why just the name i came up with at the time 


i was walking home from my job i only work five minutes walk down the road from the flat i share with my boyfriend, luke as i get to our apartment block i see he’s already home as his car a range rover TD6 vogue is in the usual place i don’t have a car i don’t mind walking to town for work and shopping anything else luke does i slowly but surely get to our apartment on the 13th floor and stand just about to unlock the door when i hear the voice of a woman giggling and the voice of luke i slowly open the door and i can definitely hear voices more clearly 

“come on mary” luke says

“i don't know if we should today, y/n could be home soon” the female voice replies 

“oh who cares about her” luke replies i then walk further into our apartment to see our bedroom door is open and lights coming from it i walk to it silently and look through the opening to see some girl i don't know sat on our bed in her underwear and luke sat just beside her the two of them snogging looking like any second about to have sex i can feel the tears welling up in my eyes but i dont want to burst in and make a scene so i just go to the front door again and take his car keys and leave without making at sound i run down all 13 floors to get to the ground floor i then collapse and start crying my eyes out against the wall i don't know what to do i dont even have anywhere to go,

scratch that i do have somewhere to go i then storm out the apartment block and get in his car still crying and start driving  to the only place i know i can go i get my phone and put it on the dashboard and call up my best friend thomas i know he’s back from work at the moment as i was going to see him tomorrow anyway after three rings he answers

“hey love” he says with his always sweet sounding voice

“hey tommy, i have to ask a favour” i reply still crying

“sure what” he asks sound a bit concerned 

“can i come and stay with you tonight something’s happened with me and luke” i say crying my eyes out again 

“course you walking or driving” he asks

“driving i stole his car” i reply 

“quite the criminal aren't you love its fine i'll open on the the garage doors and you can park the car there” he says

“thanks tommy see you in a sec” i say

“see you love” he replies before hanging up i then just keep driving luckily thomas doesnt live that far away from me now i know what you're thinking how the hell do i know him simple really he was my next door neighbor growing up and i've always been friends with him i have even visited him on sets before when i get to his house its huge and he has opened one of the garage doors so i just park the car in the one that's open and get out with in seconds he’s there looking as he often does when i see him not really awake in skinny jeans and a light blue button shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows looking if in honest like a teenager but when doesnt he honestly he looks me up and down noticing im crying “what the bloody hell happened” he asks stepping closer to me  looking very worried

i don't reply just burst out crying again he just takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly so im crying on his shoulder he moves his hand up and down my back to calm me down whispering calming sweet things in my ear as well till he pulls away from me as i stop crying and he takes me into the living room a large room with bookcases of games and films everywhere he sits me on the sofa then goes off into the kitchen i just sit trying to hold back my tears till he comes back with a mug of something and puts it on the table in front of me “hot chocolate, the only truly good drink for sadness” he says making me laugh before i drink some noticing its (whatever you fave sort of hot chocolate is)

“seriously” i ask

“yeah, its always here for if this was gonna happen…..on that not what exactly has happened” he asks carefully

“i got home and found luke in the arms of some girl called mary” i say “they were sat on the bed close to snogging each others faces of when i got there and i overheard him say he didn't care if i was gonna be home he was too wrapped up in her arms to care” i say starting to cry again but thomas just hugs me tightly again 

“hey it’s okay, i bet that mary wasn't half as lovely as you” he says

“she looked pretty good from what i saw” i say still crying from what i sore though the door she was beautiful much prettier and thinner than me

“well i bet you're still better than her, and lukes and idiot if he cant see that, he must be blind to want to be fooling around with some other girl when he has you” he says to me 

“awe you always know the right things to say” i reply hugging him even tighter 

“its true thought hes an idiot to think any girl is better then you, i mean if i was your boyfriend i would be begging to get home to be with you i wouldn't even look at another girl if i had you” he says to me pulling away so he says it to my face 

“awe thank you tommy, but no one has me now luke can go fuck himself for all i care, he can go have a threesum with my boss and the queen of england and i still wouldn't care” i say trying to be all brave and stuff even though i know i don't have to be with thomas

“what you gonna do with his car though” thomas asks

“i dont know maybe dump it in a ditch and text him directions to the ditch i left it in” i say drinking some more hot chocolate 

“well if you want i have an idea” he says getting up and taking my hand dragging me back to the garage when we get there he looks around some benches and stuff he has for working on cars and bikes and gives me a huge bit f metal no clue what its for in car terms he then gets something similar “Lets Destroy It” he says

“what” i ask

“lets destroy it wreck it then dump it in a ditch on fire and tell him he wants his car its on fire at where ever we dump it” he says making me laugh 

“are you sure” i ask

“sure just don't hit me in your anger” he says

“i wont” i say fluffing his hair out its normal place something he hates me doing but because he hates it that i do it at any opportunity 

“Y/N” he complains like a child “you're worse then ava for doing that” he says

“i know well ava got it from me” i smirk walking to the side of the car and hitting the mirror right off well that felt good so i continued hitting the car smashing various things and thomas has joined me now both of us destroying his car till these not much on the outside not yet destroyed so i yell stop and sit on the bonnet a bit not completely wrecked and thomas sits beside me “you all don't destroying” he asks

“for a sec” i say a bit tired after destroying his car to this extent “did you mean that” i ask him 

“mean what” he asks

“if you were my boyfriend you wouldn't do anything like that to me” i ask

“i swear by that” he says

“i bet your girlfriend wont be happy with that, then again she doesnt like me very much does she old isabel she don't much like me, thats gonna be another argument i can see when she finds out you have allowed me to stay here and you're helping me wreck my ex’s car” i say

“well i imagine she wouldn't but it doesnt involve isabel she’s my ex now” he answers 

“when did that happen tommy and why wasn’t i informed” i ask 

“happened three weeks back y/n and you went informed simply because you were working when it happened and i didn't want to bother you” he says

“it wouldn't have been a bother tommy, i like to know these things what happened” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he says quietly 

“what” i ask

“she left me because she doesnt like you” he repeats 

“what the hell thats stupid im your bestfriend what the hell does it matter if she doesnt like me if she loves you” i ask

“loved me past tense y/n if she loved me, she doesnt like the fact i have a friend that i constantly talk to thats a girl she doesnt like she just assumes i would cheat on her at any moment” he says

“awe poor you” i say putting my arm around him “well what do you need girlfriends for tommy we're two of a kind” i say laying back on the bonnet 

“yeah we are just two kids that can't hold down lovers” he laughs laying beside me 

“yeah we are, but if i was your girlfriend i would care who your friends are if there girls, boys, rodents or ghosts there your friends and if they make you happy it would make me happy to make sure you're happy” i say 

“awe thanks love” he says turning to face me i just turn to face him two looking into his deep brown eyes a second but before i've really noticed we were both stareing at each other he leaned forward and kissed me a way i have never been kissed before a little kiss sparking butterflies, fireworks and all manner of lovely things as we moved our mouths in perfect sync with each other a while almost fully making out on the bonnet of my ex boyfriends car till we both pull away “wow” he says

“yeah wow” i reply 

“why the hell did i wait this long to do that” he says

“i dont know why i waited so long either” i reply before we both re connect our lips with much more passion than before till we both pull away again “i just wanted to say” he says

“what” i ask

“this friendship of ours Lets Destroy It” he laughs

“better Lets Destroy It and taint my ex’s car” i giggle 

“you are so a little criminal” he laughs at me 

“and proud of it” i say  as we both get of the bonnet and go into the back seats the second we both sit down we are making out again my arms around his neck his around my waist but slowly moving down to my thighs in response i begin to lay back and he just crawls on top of me fiddling with my skirt before returning to kissing me i quickly move my hands from around his neck to start undoing his shirt he moans into my mouth as i do till i completely take his shirt off of him the second i do he moves away from me and pulls my shirt of tossing it away into the front seats of the car before scanning me over with his eyes but i just pull him back to kissing me he then moves to start kissing my neck and i twist a hand in his hair as he sucks on a sweet spot on my neck and i moan as he does till his hands move to my skirt again and gently pull it off me completely adding it to the pile of our clothes on the front seats before scanning me again and reconnecting our lips and i move my hands down his chest feeling his toned chest the whole way down just pausing at the top of his jeans “what you waiting for love” he asks between kisses 

“nothing” i reply letting my hand undo his jeans and pull them down slightly revealing his boxers before i gently palm him and he moans into my mouth moving his hands to my chest feeling me even though my bra making me moan as well till i let my curious hand slip under the waistband of his boxers taking hold of him in my hand “ah fucking hell” he says in response before undoing my bra and removing it with his teeth making me laugh before he reconnects our lips yet continuing all the way down my chest to the bottom of my stomach just above my knickers  before i grip his hair pulling his lips back to mine and use my other hand to completely remove his trousers and boxers leaving him naked in front of me i can't help but sit there gobsmacked i have never seen him naked before, well i say never once after the last day of school all our friends went skinny dipping in the dark lake and we hwee amongst them but it wasn't for long and dark at the time i wasn't really paying much attention but now i am “what” he asks 

“nothing just wow” i say making him laugh before he slips his hand in my knickers and slips them off throwing them with the rest of my clothes “i could say the same to you” he says making me laugh “now are you sure” he asks me

“fucking positive tommy” i giggle he just nods before kissing me again and slowly but surely pushing into me filling me up completely almost making me scream there and then before he begins thrusting into me with as much force as possible both of us screaming and shouting for a while till i can feel my climax in the pit of my stomach and i know he’s not far off either by the noises he’s making and the fact his thrusts have gotten much slower and sloppier till i climax screaming his name at the top of my voice we are so lucky he doesnt have neighbours with in seconds he comes into me mixing our juices together  and he collapses on top of me “you think we destroyed our friendship now” he asks between his breaths

“yeah thats gone” i laugh

“what about the car” he asks

“one more thing” i say sitting up pushing him off me and moving into the front seat and he sits in the other seat i get my bag from the footwell and get a pack of cigarettes as both me and thomas smoke i take one and bass the pack to him as i get my lighter and light mine and pass him the lighter as he gives me back the pack and we both sit naked and have a smoke making the car smell of both sex and smoke “well that was brilliant in my opinion” he says

“right back at you tommy” i smirk

“so what is this” he asks

“well i don't know, whatever we both want i guess” i reply

“how about boyfriend and girlfriend” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“how about date for dinner tomorrow night” he asks

“fine with me” i answer

“and how about you pack your stuff at lukes and come here” he asks

“fine with me” i answer leaning over to kiss him again we both then finish our smoke and get dressed again and get out the car “tomorrow we drive it into a ditch and text him where it is and while he’s out we pack your stuff up okay” he says 

“okay” i reply letting him wrap his arm around me and lead me to his room i just sleep in my underwear as i don't have any other option.

when we both get up we dress and take the car out i drive the car even though its destroyed and thomas follows me in his car so we can go to lukes and get my stuff when i find a long deserted road quiet far away and stop the car by the side of the road right next to a ditch i  get out the car and thomas gets out his car and stands with me “i say don't light it on fire actually” he says

“i agree, but can we put it it facing out so the windshield faces the road” i say

“okay” i answers 

“wait” i say just getting an idea and getting back into my ex’s car and sitting on the driver seat thomas then sits on the passenger seat to see what im doing  i get my lipstick out my bag and write on the windshield

 “i know about mary arse hole

 piss of luke 

x y/n” 

“brilliant love” he says beside me “but if i may add something” he asks so i hand him the lipstick and he writes 

“p.s. we did it on the back seat

you cheating lying bastard

x thomas”

making me laugh “brilliant tommy” i say we both then get out the car checking anything we wants out of it and pushing it into the ditch and standing on the road looking at it as he wrapped an arm around me “that is how you get back at your ex” he says we then use my phone to send an exact map reference to luke as to where is car is and a text that says pick me up on it then get back into thomas’s car and drive to my old apartment and wait till we see luke leave out for his car then rush up to the apartment and pack up all my stuff and load it into his car rushing off before luke shows up returning to thomas’s “so lukes gonna let him fuck his little mary, now i've got his y/n” he laughs hugging me

“not his y/n, your y/n now” i giggle 

“yeah” he says

“we really destroy everything don't we” i laugh

“yep” he says

anonymous asked:

[pt.3] Ross is trying to calm Holly down after her hair turned to snakes. Now she can't take care of her birds because the snakes snap and try to eat them. Ross is trying to do like what Barry did and cuddle her until she feels better. Kevin and Mark and well... I think you can guess what happened to Jon and jack


Dan and Barry go to see Suzy and Arin first because Barry is like, “I need my best buds right now. LOOK AT THESE WINGS i can barely drag myself across the street.” They get there and Suzys like “Were in the bathroom, come look at this!!” And Dan stops right in his tracks bc Arin…is a siren???? Hes got the gills, the fins, the PINK TAIL DUDE YOU LOOK SO PRETTY!! And Suzys just beaming like omg dude it totally suits you. Arin just sits there silent because hes not used to the attention and hes in water against his will and his tail feels so so weird, hes just a little outside his comfort zone at the moment.

And Arin suddenly notices that Dan…is not Dan…hes A CAT. And he starts swishing in the tub in a futile attempt to reach out and touch him. “DUDE, a snow leopard, that totally fits you dude haha COME HERE i wanna pet you!!” Dan scoffs at him, but leans in close so Arin can pet the top of his head. “Dude, ur still skinny as fuck how do you manage that?

Suzy and Barry are sitting down on the floor because goddamn these wings are too fucking heavy and just thinking about moving makes them tired.

Holly and Ross eventually come over and Suzy is so shocked to see the snakes on her head. They dont see friendly either as the ones facing Ross are constantly hissing and snapping at him while he winces and whines. “Suzy, youre good at this.” He carefully gets behind Holly and pushes her towards Suzy. “Fix this. The hair situation, i mean.” And while hes talking to Suzy, Barry is staring at ross because “Dude, what the hell are you?? Your neck…is really fucking long, like a ferret maybe??” and Ross is like “THATS WHAT IT WAS dude i could not figure out what the fuck i turned into. Ive seen them before! I just couldnt put two and two together.” Hes around Arin and Dannys height and hes currently wearing a tank so you can see how fuckin weird lookin his neck is haha. and his arms are long too. Barry goes to reach out and touch him and hes really soft too. Barry looks around the bathroom confused:

“This is strange. Bodyswaps are never a good thing…” Ross butts in to correct him. “I dont think is body swapping, its more like, a species-swap? or at the very least, a harmless transformation spell.” Suzy pouts. “A spell? This is a really strong spell dont you think. And from what I can guess, this all happened at once, in the middle of the night.” She looks at Arin, sitting in the tub still feeling a tad uncomfortable. “Id hardly call it harmless either, Arin started choking, he couldnt breathe in his sleep. I had to carry him to the bathroom to give him some water, that was really scary…” Ross sits there for awhile before deciding nothing was being explained properly and theres only one other person he can trust to have some sort of answer.

“Thats it, im calling Brian.”

Meanwhile Mark is trying to calm down a hysterical, transformed Eldritch!Jack while calling Arin and Suzy. He cant even get to his fucking contacts because Jack keeps texting him “Whats Happening?” and “Mark im scared.” over and over again. He has to assure him that “We’ll figure this out with the others, but in order for me to ask for help, you have to calm down so I can make this call okay??” and just like that, he phone stops going off the hook and instead theres just one message on his phone. From Jack. “Okay, I trust you.” and Mark feels like absolute shit, Jack is too sweet for this nonsense. He cant transform like Jack can, it feels too foreign to him, so he tries to hug him and tell him without words that theyre gonna fix this.

anonymous asked:

I have fic request kind of if that's alright? it's kinda specific oops. all other avengers are trapped but they didn't take Natasha in (she got away, they weren't aware that she was important enough to go out after) and clint can't stop laughing when he realises this and the others are like 'hi hello clint yes this is a life or death situation' and then boom bamf Natasha comes in yadda yadda they are saved. mayb some Natasha whump? ur fics are amazing & so r u, and I hope you are well x

THANK YOU and I LOVE IT here we go. :D


“Where’s Nat?” Clint slurs immediately upon opening his eyes. It’s Stark instead of Natasha leaning over him. Stark’s lap his head is pillowed on, denim rough against the nape of his neck instead of smooth leather. Stark, cheeks pale and eyes shadowed with worry, instead of Natasha’s customary smirk and smartass comments.

He pushes himself up, or tries to, but Sam leans into his field of vision and puts a hand on his shoulder, guiding him slowly up to sit.

“Easy, man,” he says. At least, that’s what Clint thinks he says, because he can’t hear and his brain doesn’t grind into action quickly enough to lip read. Tony presses one of his hearing aides into his hand.

“Still working on the other one,” Tony says apologetically, once Clint’s got it turned on and fitted into place. The other half of the pair is in three pieces on the floor, surrounded by a set of the tiniest screwdrivers he’s ever seen.

“Where’s Natasha?” he asks again. Sam sighs and looks to Tony, who grimaces and looks a little sick. Panic kindles in his chest, beings to build to a crescendo. They always take Natasha first, interrogate her first, give her the first round of experimental drugs, because every villain seems to know the Black Widow’s history and thinks she’ll be easy to break. 

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anonymous asked:

I honestly don't think that stefan and elena cant live without damon. i think that's an illogical idea. they even tried to get rid of him and stefan tried to run away from him to live a life. it is more of damon can't live without stefan and elena--a brother to have so that he can fulfill his promise of misery and his brother's supposed epic love just to have a grip of humanity (if its there). but its really BS. its all centered on damon's. but what about stefan and elena? :/

I don’t understand where that came from, either. For starters, I have never quite understood why Elena fell in love with Damon in the first place. Because he gave her a necklace? First of all, the fact that him giving back the necklace was “the most selfless he’d ever been” means that Elena actually thought that there was a big chance he would have kept it. That doesn’t say much good about Damon, now does it? Because for any other person, giving back the necklace would be the perfectly normal thing to do. Like, if Matt had found that necklace, he would’ve given it back to her without blinking. But because it was Damon, it was selfless? Yeah, no, not really. The fact that he gave it back was proof that he wasn’t as big a douchebag as everyone thought he was. There was nothing more to it. It made him a little less horrible, ‘s all. And second of all, that necklace represented hope for Stefan and Elena. It had nothing to do with Elena falling in love with him (and she said “in that moment, I LOVED him”, not “I fell IN LOVE with him”, so Caroline’s “she fell in love with Damon while she was still with Stefan” was complete bullshit). She grasped on to that necklace to remain hopeful, the necklace was a symbol for the love they shared, the love she clung to in her quest to drag him back to where he belonged (by her side) and the love she asked him to hold on to in that 3x01 phone call.

So I don’t understand why Elena loves him. I don’t understand why it took compulsion to get her to remember that he snapped Jeremy’s neck. I don’t understand why she thinks she’ll never fall in love again. (Child, you’re eighteen years old. You’re life has not stopped. Get a grip.) I don’t understand why she thinks he was her soulmate. I don’t understand why it was so hard for her to let go - harder than letting go of her brother or her parents, for instance. None of it makes sense. It makes DE so tacky, you know? It’s like, they can’t prove that they have this overwhelming, all-conquering love (especially since neither of them could resist compulsion and bloodlust) so they’ll throw around words like ‘forever’ and ‘eternity’ and ‘soulmate’ and ‘inspiring’ and hope that we’ll fall for it. How about no.

When it comes to Stefan, though… I’m a little bit more careful there. I don’t understand why Elena can’t live without him, but for Stefan… Ugh, this is hard for me, because I’m probably the biggest Defan hater the world has ever known, but for some reason, Stefan loves his brother deeply and unconditionally. He has never been able to move past him. Sure, he has tried to ban Damon out of his life and he has made snarky comments about how Damon has ruined Stefan’s life time and time again, but when push came to shove, Stefan was there. He let himself get talked out of killing Damon after Damon killed Lexi. He saved Damon from the fire. He saved Damon from the werewolf bite (making the biggest sacrifice anyone could ever make while doing so: he literally gave up the love of his life to save his brother). He snapped out of the no-emotions-thing to save Damon from Klaus’ hybrids. No matter all the horrible things Damon has ever done to him (and that was A LOT), Stefan has never been able to say “and now I’m fucking done, he crossed the line, this is it, he went too far”. Because through it all, Damon is the big brother Stefan used to look up to and Stefan just wants him to be happy. He will go to great lengths to make sure that Damon gets another chance (for instance, compelling Zach to forget about his murdered, pregnant girlfriend). Damon is Stefan’s brother and Stefan will never be able to stop loving him, even after everything Damon made him go through. It’s sad and it makes me feel sorry for Stefan, but it’s the way it is and brotherly love is a wonderful thing, even though Stefan is taking it WAY too far.

You’re right about Damon, though. Ever since season four, everything was about Damon. I feel like the writers are trying to force us to feel sorry for him, by writing sob story after sob story. Poor poor Damon, his daddy didn’t love him, Katherine never actually wanted to be with him, Stefan didn’t save him from the Augustine doctors, Stefan didn’t wanna go on a road trip with him, let’s all feel sorry for that poor poor innocent puppy. How about you give ‘m some fucking balls, stop making ‘m feel sorry because he can’t control his own homicidal tendencies and focus on a STORY instead. The sun does not orbit around Damon Salvatore’s ass, alright? It’s not all about what HE wants, how about we let Stefan finally have some well-deserved happiness? 

Ayumi x Yoshiki (A Short Story)

Ayushiki is basically ruling over my life now, so I decided to write a short story about them. If you ship them as much as I do, I don’t think you’ll be able to survive the Ayushiki feels after reading this thing that I wrote. I hope you enjoy nevertheless!

Ayumi Shinozaki hummed quietly as she walked down the street on the way to the CD store. She started working part time after she managed to escape Heavenly Host, just to put her mind off things and start a new chapter of her life. She was determined to move on and live her life as best as she could, for the sake of her friends who lost their lives in the cursed elementary school. She was starting a new chapter of her book, for her friends and for herself.

When she finally reached the store, she pulled out a silver key from her bag, letting it fit into the keyhole as she turned it lightly, swinging the glass door open as it unlocked. She quickly placed the “Open” sign on the door and headed for the room for personals. She twisted the doorknob and entered the room, hanging her coat and bag on the coat hanger at the edge of the room. She quickly grabbed her uniform from the coat hanger and slid them on, tying the strings on her lower back.

“Hey, Shinozaki,” greeted Kitsu Yokahagi as he hung his coat beside her. Yokahagi was a tall, average boy who also worked at the store with her. He was near Ayumi’s age, with fair skin and chocolate brown hair which he styled rather messily, although it suited him.

“Hello, Yokahagi.” Ayumi shot him a kind smile as she grabbed one of the boxes that lay on the table at the other end of the staff room. She grunted as she held it high against her chest, and exited the room, making her way toward one of the CD shelves. She placed the box on the floor and examined the shelves to determine how to place the CDs in the box.

She pulled some of them out and started to arrange them according to their names, lining them on the upper shelf. She worked for at least an hour until she heard the door open, but still kept aligning them and minding her own business. Heavy footsteps drew nearer and got louder by the second, and Ayumi hesitated before placing another CD on the shelf, listening to the footsteps. She knew those footsteps. They belonged to –

“Well, well. If it isn’t the class rep, Shinozaki.”

Ayumi whirled around on her heels, a shocked expression etching across her face as her eyes met a pair of light blue ones.

“K-Kishinuma-kun?!” Shock and disbelief colored her words as she stared up at the smirking blond boy.

“Surprised to see me?” Yoshiki asked as he leaned against the wall, his smirk never faltering and his arms crossed across his wide chest.

Ayumi frowned, and sighed. “What are you doing here? I’m working,” she said as she turned her back slightly on him, trying to focus on the CDs.

“I’ve noticed,” Yoshiki stated, his voice dripping sarcasm. “Am I not allowed to shop for CDs?”

Ayumi rolled her eyes as she cocked her head lightly to cast a questioning look at him from the corner of her eyes. “Yes, but you know I work here. At this hour, too.”

Yoshiki’s smirk got even wider as a sudden wave of confidence hit him. “I do. And maybe that’s the reason why I came.”

Ayumi’s eyes widened as she turned again to fully meet his gaze. “What the hell are you trying to say, Kishinuma?”

Yoshiki was taken aback by her sudden rudeness, and his confidence before faded instantly as reality pulled him back from confessing to her. He let out a deep, crestfallen sigh as his eyes dropped to the ground, his smirk faltering. What was he even thinking? There was no way she felt the same way, and he couldn’t even begin to tell her how much he loved her, let alone hearing from her that she loved him too.

“Nothing,” he mumbled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He’d marched in the store just to tell her how much he loved her, and her casualty with him just proved he didn’t stand a chance.

He was merely just a star in her sky. Shining bright, but in the midst of many other bright stars and far, far away from her reach.

Ayumi sighed as she placed the pile of CDs back into the box, diverting her attention to Yoshiki and focusing on him completely. His crystal eyes held fear, hesitation and nervousness as he kept looking away from her as soon as their eyes met. The way he scratched the back of his neck nervously, the way his cheeks always tinted with red whenever she was around… Was this merely a coincidence, she thought.

She quickly checked her watch, her eyes nearly popping out of their pockets when she realized she’d been working for almost two hours. She diverted her eyes back at him, her lips forming a small smile.

“Hey,” she said softly, making him look up slowly with bright, hopeful eyes. She cleared her throat as his gaze made her feel slightly uneasy, slightly nervous. Heat rose up to her cheeks as her heart pounded harder, and her head started screaming.

What are you doing, Ayumi? This is not like you. Whatever you and Kishinuma have is never going to work. Your feelings cannot confuse you. Don’t let them rule your heart. No… Never…

She shook her head, clearing all thoughts that were swarming in her mind. “My shift’s almost over,” she said, twisting a blackish-blue pigtail. “I can hang out with you after I’m done, if you want.”

Yoshiki’s eyes were so wide that they looked like two tennis balls. He let out a quiet, short gasp as he scratched his cheek lightly, his nervousness radiating from him. “Y-you serious?”

Ayumi smiled, and started heading to the staff room to change into her normal clothes. “Yes, I’ll  be right back,” she said, and before closing the door behind her, she added: “Wait for me.” 


Yoshiki couldn’t wrap his brain around what just happened. Ayumi wanted to hang out… with him? He couldn’t stop his mind from spinning and his heart from pounding against his chest like a hammer as he waited patiently outside for her to come out. Don’t screw up, he told himself as he buried his face in his hands. Don’t you dare screw up

He put his hands down from his face and shoved them in his pockets as he leaned against the building next to the glass door, tilting his head up slightly to gaze at the full moon. It was a quiet night, that night. The streets were almost empty and only a few people were outside. The dim lights of the street lamps seemed like small Christmas decorations as they grew smaller and smaller as Yoshiki’s eyes followed them one by one down the street. He diverted his eyes back at the moon as the silence outgrew all around him, making him feel the pain of his loneliness and hopelessness even deeper as he stared at the countless stars hanging down the dark night sky. Yoshiki let out a suppressed sigh, his mind racing loudly as the silence around him made his thoughts even louder in his head. The knife of hesitation and uneasiness seemed to carve itself deeper into his chest at nights like this.

“I’m back!”

Yoshiki turned abruptly, finding himself face to face with a happy, smiling Ayumi. He cleared his throat nervously as he found himself unable to keep himself from staring at her, and managed a weak smile.

“H-hi,” he stuttered, and mentally slapped himself, feeling his cheeks getting hotter. Keep it together, Yoshiki. Don’t embarrass yourself in front of her.

Ayumi giggled silently, hugging her coat tighter around herself as an icy breeze whistled past her, making her shiver slightly. “Well, what do you wanna do?” she asked, looking up at him with big, stormy eyes.

Yoshiki felt his stomach doing a backflip as his eyes met her pretty grey ones. He gulped and looked down, shrugging both shoulders. “I don’t know,” he answered honestly as he threw her a sideways glance. “How about we go somewhere to grab a bite to eat?”

Ayumi blinked, as if surprised. Her cheeks blushed a light crimson as her lips curled up in a small smile. “Y-yeah, um, sure,” she said, her heart racing. She bit her lower lip as she looked at him, realizing he was doing the same. Why was she so nervous? Wasn’t she supposed to feel this way about Satoshi? Why was Yoshiki making her feel so blushy and …shy?

Yoshiki cleared his throat, thinking of the closest restaurant or a place to eat. His eyes searched the street quickly, darting back and forth, and he spotted a nearby pizza house not too far away from them. His eyes met Ayumi’s as he turned to her lightly, and pointed at the pizza place with his index finger.

“There’s a pizza house right over there,” he explained. “We could eat some, if you want.”

Ayumi smiled and nuzzled her head in her coat. “Yes, I’d sure love some pizza right now,” she said, content.

Yoshiki gave her a small smile, relieved. “All right, let’s go.”

They walked in silence for a few minutes. Yoshiki kept his hands in his pockets as Ayumi kept her neck buried in her coat, protecting herself from the cold. It was a chilly night for sure, but that didn’t seem to bother Yoshiki. His eyes kept meeting Ayumi’s, and he looked away instantly whenever their gazes met. The way she looked made him feel so nervous, uneasy and insecure. How her cheeks and nose were lightly red from the cold, and how her lips were this strawberry color made his heart race. He kept stealing sideway glances at Ayumi, admiring her, and for some reason, he didn’t feel cold at all.

Yoshiki stopped in front of the pizza house when they arrived, looking at her for approval. “Here we are,” he said happily. The light inside the pizza house almost radiated warmth, and the delicious smell of food reached even them as they stood outside its very doors.

Ayumi took a deep breath, smiling. “Come on, let’s go!”

Yoshiki swung the doors open and shut it behind him before letting his eyes wander and search for a place to sit. He spotted a table for two right away and made his way toward it, his hand involuntarily grabbing Ayumi’s on the way. When they reached the table, he realized he was still holding it, and let go of it immediately, his eyes widening.

“S-sorry,” he apologized, blushing heavily. Ayumi’s cheeks matched the color of her red sweater as she took a seat in front of him, shooting him a small, reassuring smile.

“No worries,” she said as she took off her coat and hung it on her chair behind her. She grabbed the menu from the table and started flipping through the pages, wondering what to order. She snuck a glance at Yoshiki as he did the same, her eyes only visible behind the menu. His icy blue eyes met hers, and she immediately diverted her stormy ones back to her menu, heat welling up behind her cheeks.

“What can I get for you two?” a deep voice said next to their table, making them jerk their heads away from the menu and toward where the voice came from. It was a young boy, around the age 18-19. His jet-black hair was smoothed back, and his emerald green eyes staring at them questioningly. He was sure a sight to look at. Ayumi gulped as she glanced at Yoshiki, noticing his unpleased stare at the waitor.

“I’ll get margarita, please,” Ayumi said politely, handing him her menu. “And a coke.”

The waitor smiled as he took the menu, his eyes never leaving hers. “And you, mister?” he asked, still staring at Ayumi.

“I’ll have the same,” said Yoshiki, annoyance and jealousy coloring his voice as he tossed his menu rather violently to the waitor. The waitor merely chuckled as he took it and turned around to walk away with their orders, shooting Ayumi a flirtatious smile as he did.

Ayumi felt her cheeks get hot as she looked down at the table, her lips slowly curving up in a smile. Yoshiki was staring at where the waitor had left, rage clearly visible in his crystal eyes. He finally looked at Ayumi, raising an eyebrow.

“He was totally hitting on you,” he pointed out, frowning.

Ayumi shrugged. “So what?” she asked, tilting her head to where the waitor had gone, staring at the distance rather dreamily. “He’s cute.”

Yoshiki rolled his eyes and groaned quietly, feeling his inner monster tearing himself apart inside. With his rage slowly rising, he stared at Ayumi while he tried not to get up and beat the crap out of the waitor.

“He’s not,” he snapped, his voice dripping frustration and annoyance.

Ayumi looked at him suspicioiusly, both eyebrows raised as her lips curled up in a playful, amused smile. “Well, well,” she said, leaning slightly closer to him across the table. “Is someone jealous?”

Yoshiki’s eyes widened as he gasped silently, realizing he’d shown a little bit of his feelings. He frowned as he narrowed his eyes slightly, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “I’m not jealous.”

Ayumi chuckled as she leaned back in her seat, amusement flickering in her eyes. Yoshiki stared back at her with his heart pounding, but he managed to maintain his eyes blank and hard to read as his hands trembled in fear and nervousness.

“Sure,” she said, sarcasm coloring her voice as she looked at him under long, black lashes.

Yoshiki groaned, leaning back in his chair and putting both hands behind his head as he shot her an annoyed glare. “I’m not, okay? Why would I be anyway?”

Ayumi shrugged, looking around innocently. “I don’t know.” She giggled, noticing how tense and angry he looked as he glared at her again.

Just then, two pizzas were placed in front of both of them. Ayumi looked up, her eyes meeting a pair of dazzling green ones. The waitor winked at her as he placed her coke in front of her, making her feel weak in the knees. Ayumi shot him a weak smile as she looked down, embarrassed.

Yoshiki clenched his fists as he tried to maintain his anger, staring at his full plate. The waitor mumbled something in Ayumi’s ear before walking away, leaving her cheeks red as a tomato. Yoshiki looked up at her and glared, waiting for an explanation as his stomach churned in jealousy and rage.

Ayumi noticed, and waved it off as she picked up a slice of pizza. “What?” she asked, her eyes wide and clueless.

Yoshiki shook his head, frustrated that she still hadn’t gotten the clue. He picked up a slice of his own and rolled his eyes. “Nothing.”

The waitor came by their table as soon as they finished eating, cleaning up quickly as he kept shooting winks at Ayumi’s direction. She giggled and blushed as the waitor smiled at her while she looked down at her hands nervously He had that kind of smile that screamed flirtatiousness.

Yoshiki had had enough. His heart was racing like a hammer as his face heated up in anger. He glared at the waitor as he clenched his hands into two fists, his rage slowly starting to spill.

“Look here, pretty boy,” he snapped at the waitor, making him look at Yoshiki in surprise. “Stop flirting with her, or you’re seriously gonna regret it. I’ve had enough of your stupid smiles and winks. She already has someone so why don’t you try stealing someone else’s girl, huh?”

The waitor stared at Yoshiki for a full minute, his eyes wide in fear and surprise. Then he quickly nodded and scurried away, leaving Ayumi staring behind him in pure shock. She slowly turned her head back at Yoshiki, anger replacing her shock as she opened her mouth to speak.

Before she said anything, Yoshiki quickly stood up and left the bill on the table, grabbing her by the hand and ushering her away. Ignoring her protests, he swung the front door open and exited the pizza house, regret and guilt washing over him as he realized what he’d just done.

“What the heck is wrong with you, Kishinuma?” Ayumi almost screamed as soon as they stepped outside, her eyes yelling her feelings more than her words as she started ranting at Yoshiki. “Why the hell did you scare him away like that? His intentions weren’t bad! And even if they were, why is that any of your business, huh? None of what you said is true, and they’ll never be! Why did you say those things? Who are you to say those things? You don’t own me! I can flirt with whoever I want! And it’s not up to you to –”

“It’s because I’m in love with you, goddammit!” Yoshiki yelled, his emotions spilling out almost naturally as if he couldn’t contain them anymore. His eyes started welling up with tears as he placed a hand on his forehead in frustration. He looked up, realizing it was raining. Ayumi and him were drenched in mere seconds as they stood under the pouring rain. Yoshiki groaned as he looked at Ayumi’s shocked expression, his words spilling out uncontrollably.

“Why can’t you see,” he started calmly, “that I’ve loved you for all this time. Why can’t you see that it’s not Satoshi, or any other guy who’s always been by your side? Why can’t you see that it’s been me all along? Why can’t you understand that I’m deeply, inevitably and hopelessly in love with you? Haven’t I given enough hints? Haven’t I been clear about what I feel? I’ve been with you through it all. I’ve been protecting you for longer than I know. I’ve saved your life more than I can count. I love you so much it hurts. And it hurts even more when I see you interested in other guys. I’m in love with you, and you can’t see that. I fell for you so hard that I didn’t even realize what kind of situation I wounded up in. You saved me, and because of you I’ve had a reason to move on with my life and set a goal for myself. And it goddamn hurts to see that you –”

Yoshiki was cut off by direct contact on the lips. Ayumi stood on her tiptoes as she grabbed Yoshiki by the neck, gently pulling him closer to her as she pressed her lips against his. Yoshiki stood completely frozen for a moment, shocked by what was actually happening. He then quickly caught up and placed his hands around her tiny waist, pulling her closer as she softly traced shapes on the skin of his neck. Her warmth gave him power, confidence and a new kind of energy and happiness he’d never felt before. Ayumi Shinozaki was kissing him. In the rain. Yoshiki’s stomach fluttered with joy as his lips moved with hers in sync, savouring the moment. His heart was pounding in his chest as he wrapped his arms even tighter around her, afraid that she might disappear if he let her go. He’d never thought this would happen. Never.

Ayumi slowly pulled away, tears glistening in her eyes. “Yoshiki,” she whispered as tears started streaming down her face. Yoshiki’s heart skipped a beat when Ayumi called him by his first name.

“I’m so sorry,” she said, slightly louder now. “I can’t believe I’ve been so blind all this time. I’m sorry I didn’t realize your love for me, because I’d been trying to get Mochida’s attention rather than trying to figure out how you felt. I’m so sorry I didn’t realize, and I think I know now.” She paused, biting her lip as the raindrops continued soaking her to the bone. She looked up at him, and lightly touched his cheek. “I think I’m in love with you, too, Yoshiki.”

Yoshiki’s heart leaped with joy at her words. He’d almost been sure that she didn’t feel the same way. Convinced himself that it was hopeless. And now… hearing this from her made him feel like he’d found his missing piece. He was in love with Ayumi, and she finally knew. A massive weight had been lifted from his shoulders, making him feel so light and happy that he could soar up into the sky.

He was hers. And she was his.

Now he was even more certain than ever, that he’d never, ever, let her go.

There you have it! Sorry if it’s too long :) I’m quite proud of what I just wrote to be honest, although it literally made me wail (bc AYUSHIKI) and I hope you liked it :)

- unstrikingly

Christmas Eve - Requested (Luke)

HELLO, so this is yeaterdays Christmas imagine number NINE, requested by Anon (Can you do an imagine where your preganant with Luke and you give birth and you go into Labor on Christmas Eve but you cant go the hospital cause of bad weather?) ENJOY!!!!

‘All I want for Christmas is youuuuuuuu, baby’ you shake your head as you listen to Luke singing 'All I Want For Christmas’ in the kitchen while you lounge of the sofa reading your book.

'Baby I got you more castor oil’ Luke sings as he coming into the warm living room with a mug in his hands, you pull a disputed face and you push yourself up in the sofa a little. 'Don’t give me that look, you’re the one wanting to get our baby out into the big bad world’ he teases as you take the mug and he kneels next to the couch watching as you cringe drinking the oil. 'You try carrying it around for nine months only for the little shit to refuse to come out, I’m a week and a half over Luke, it’s fucking agonising’ you whine making he chuckle a little.

'I love you’ he winks pecking your cheek and taking the empty mug from you. 'You better because it’s all your fault’ you tease with an innocent smile. 'Yeah, yeah, I know’ he rolls his eyes as he walks backwards towards the door. 'BABY I WAS THINKING WE COULD READ A NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS TO HIM’ Luke yells through to you from the kitchen.

'Yeah sounds good’ you agree not sounding as loud. 'I have a feel he is coming today’ you call back 'he has too, I need him to come today’ you tell Luke from the other room. He pops his head through the door a smile filling his face. 'Maybe he will be born at midnight and we can call him Jesus’ he winks making you laugh. 'All hale we birthed the next savour of the words’ he calls loudly through the house making you laugh harder.

'Ohhhh imagine if he’s ginger, I’ve always wanted a ginger baby’ you cheer excited, Luke fries a little but still wears a cheerful smile as he sits back on the floor in front of you. 'I’ll be very worried if he is ginger’ he pouts playfully and you wink. 'Your touring a lot baby, you never know’ you tease making him glare a little but you both know it’s all in jest. 'Remind me again why I love you?’ He asks and you wink 'Remind me again how I got in this situation?’ You hit back looking down at your huge belly. Luke lets out a deep chuckles as he jumps back up heading out of the room, you hear him jogging up the stairs. You push yourself up and climb the stairs entering the nursery room to see Luke looking puzzlers as he looks through the babies’ full book shelve.

You head up behind him, moving on your side slightly so your able to reach up and press your lips to his neck, 'Lukey’ you whine softly in his ear and you hear him sigh. 'No, no don’t do that’ he grumbles stepping away from you and you try not to laugh. 'Please Luke I need you’ you try again, this time running your fingers through the back of his hair but he steps away again. You move in front of him and press your lips to his; he doesn’t kiss back for a moment but soon gives up when you squeeze his bicep. You use your other hand letting it travel down his chest to the top if his jeans, you play with them for a second before popping the button and slowly taking down the zip but your hands are pushed away before they get the chance to go any further. 'No, stop, baby please stop’ Luke moans, and you can tell he is fighting himself, so you leave your fingers playing with the hem of his boxers as you talk to him.

'Luke come in the doctor said it was fine, he fucking advised us on it, he said it will help move things along, please baby’ you whine but he shakes his head. 'Ni, no, it’s wrong, it’s weird’ he argues and you huff 'wow thanks babe, I’m carrying your son to only be rejected now. Nothing is going right he was meant I be her for our perfect fucking Christmas and now, now even my shit head boyfriend is turning down sex, Its Christmas god damn eve Luke, I can’t even get my own boyfriend to fuck me’ you whine, your eyes lock with his deep blue ones, you can see the lust and love but right now you just want the lust. Then he starts to laugh 'I can’t have sex with you when you’re pregnant, it’s wrong, like I’m having sex with the baby’ he whines pulling a face and you cringe 'that’s fucking discussing, it’s nothing like that’ you whine.

'Would we have sex if he was in our bed?’ He asks raising an eyebrow and you shrug 'If we were this fucking horny then yes’ you argue knowing that is bull shit and he laughs making you roll your eyes 'Fine no, okay no we wouldn’t but this is different this is for him, and me, make me feel good before I have to push him out’ you flutter your eye lashes, and see him sigh a little. His shoulder relaxing and you know he is starting to come around. You lean in closer pressing your lips to his jaw, traveling up to his lips, as soon as they touch is it full of lust and longing from you both. And you let your hand slide under the thin material of his boxers.

'Fuck’ you scream pushing away from Luke, he frowns as he hold out his arms for your to seedy yourself on, 'baby are you okay?’ He asks and you nod a little 'FUCK!! No, no I’m not, fuck’ you scream again and then your legs before warm and wet, you try to look past your belly but it wasn’t happening so you look to Luke instead to see his eyes wide. 'Your waters broke, he’s coming’ his eyes tear up as he looks back to you.

'Perfect ducking timing’ you growl through another contraction and Luke laughs a little. 'Okay, okay let’s get going’ he nods to himself as though to reassure himself he is doing the right thing. You nod as well as Luke walks backwards letting your grip his arms to get back down the stairs stopping every couple if steps to scream or breath, when you finally reach the front door Luke picks up the baby bag that had been waiting at the door for a months and we opens the front door to see everywhere is covers in a couple of inches of snow. 'Fuck, I need to clear the drive, you can hold it right, just a little longer’ he erasures got as he steadies you in the side table next to the door, he drops the bag and rushes out to the car.

'FUCK! LUKE, I don’t think we have enough time’ you scream, and out see him nodding furiously 'I don’t think I can get the car out’ he is starting to panic, he takes a moment before rushing back to you and heading to the living room with you in his arms. He helps you to sit in the edge if the sofa and through trying to get comfortable you slide off softly so you’re in the floor, then you shuffle around a little until your nearly in the middle of the room, you start to point to your back, unable to speak through the heavy breathing, but Luke understands as he starts to prop you up with pillows. But then he stops and stares blank as you scream again and again and again.

'GET ESTA!’ You scream through another pain, he seems to let the words sink in before nodding quickly and running out without a word.

Its only moment later Luke come rushing in with Esta the lady from next door, and her husband George following. Everything starts to get a little blurry from the pain cursing though your body. You vaguely see her go in Luke instructions, Luke and George rushing around for things, Esta pulling on plastic gloves, somewhere along the way your leggings and pants were thrown to the side.

'Okay darling, I think it’s time to push’ she tells you, you nod through the years streaming down your face, 'George get the towel ready and the scissors, Luke hold her hand’ she orders and seconds later Luke is wrapping his fingers with yours you push and push and scream and push. And you notice Luke cringing in pain and a sort if laugh leaves your lips as you push again. Your throat becoming sore until. There is a gargling cry and you drop back your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath, relaxing after hearing the sweet sound of your babies cry. 'Well don’t darling, well done’ George congratulates you as Luke kisses your head; he cuts the cord and then takes hold of your baby.

'Here’s baby Jesus’ Luke laughs and you shake your head exhausted. He lower his arms as he sits in his knees so you can see you perfect little boy. 'Hey, come in girl one for push’ Esta reminds you and you nod, 'what! Why? We aren’t having twins we can’t’ You can hear Tyne panic in Luke’s voice and glance up go see his eyes wide looking between you and Esta, you look to Esta who has a small smile on her lips as she tries not to laugh and you do the same shaking you head towards her. Then you push, it’s so much easier this time and the placenta slides out. You see Esta wrap it in a towel and reaching hover to hand it to Luke, 'Your twin’ she teases and his face breaks into laughter along with us all.

'And we are not calling his Jesus’ you laugh 'Christmas baby, you two will have expensive Decembers’ George laughs and you smile down at your baby as Luke places him in your arms. And he kisses your head again. 'My family so perfect’ he whispers.

From Chelsea

Summary of Kill La kIll
  • satsuki: my life sucks time to preach it
  • ryuko: dafuq where is my scissor
  • senketsu: u gonna get raped LOL jk just put me on!
  • mako: *gets kidnapped*
  • ryuko: dis is so embarrassing wtf dad
  • satsuki: wut
  • aikurou: yes!
  • mako: AWESOME!
  • satsuki: time to send someone obviously less powerful than ryuko
  • aikurou: u gonna get raped LOL jk u no dress properly
  • mako: *gets kidnapped again*
  • hakodate: NO I'M NEKKID AND I LOSE
  • satsuki: time to go home to get mah kamui
  • ryuko: DAFUQ U WEARING
  • satsuki: DAFUQ
  • ryuko: ima beat everyone so we can fight again
  • satsuki: OMG LMAO k sounds good
  • maiko: new friend! LOL jk just die
  • tsumugu: my life sucks so GET NAKED
  • mako: BOO-HOO dont get naked ryuko
  • ryuko: SENKETSU!
  • senketsu: RYUKO!
  • tsumugu: is dat love?
  • ragyo: its been 3 episodes im gonna ask satsuki about her wedding dress
  • ryuko: how cute *beats sanageyama*
  • iori: dafuq?
  • satsuki: whoa!
  • ryuko: OMG HE BLIND
  • mako: lol their lives suck now so theyre fighting you
  • ryuko: OMG I'LL START A FIGHT CLUB though i have never seen the movie
  • mankanshoku family: YAY
  • ryuko: never mind life sucks
  • mako: I HATE U
  • mankanshoku family: WE'RE SO SORRY FORGIVE US
  • ryuko: k ur forgiven
  • satsuki: lol i used ryuko to purge the clubs just so i can start an election
  • elite 4: WHAT
  • ryuko: WHAT
  • *weeks later*
  • satsuki: now to waste more money by ruining more of the academy for the election lol u first gamagoori
  • ryuko: how bout no?
  • gamagoori: thats cool i'll just crush u
  • satsuki: dumbass
  • gamagoori: NO I LOST MY LIFE SUCKS NOW
  • inumuta: bitch please i'll just use invisibility
  • ryuko: found ya *uses a huge flyswatter*
  • inumuta: NO SHE FOUND ME i'll forfeit because my life sucks now
  • nonon: bitch please music is the way of life
  • ryuko: HOLY SHIT U CAN FLY
  • nonon: *blasts beethoven*
  • ryuko: OMG TOO LOUD *defeats nonon*
  • nonon: NO I LOST MY LIFE SU- LOL jk time for an encore
  • ryuko: WTF *blasts music*
  • sanageyama: ohai
  • ryuko: I REMEMBER YOU
  • nui: HEYYYY~
  • ryuko: DAFUQ
  • sanageyama: DAFUQ
  • satsuki: OH FUCK
  • sanageyama: im falling nao
  • ryuko: *rage face*
  • satsuki: CRAP
  • mako: NO DIE RYUKO
  • ryuko: *passes out*
  • mako: ryuko? r u ded? OH WOW I GOT A PERFECT TAN
  • ragyo: CLOTHING IZ EVIL *wearing a dress*
  • ryuko: life sucks i'll never wear you again
  • senketsu: plz wear me ryuko!
  • ryuko: k i'll wear you
  • senketsu: *gets torn to pieces*
  • satsuki: how disgraceful
  • ryuko: SENKETSU time go to everywhere in the kansai area
  • ryuko: WHERE IS MY GLOVE!
  • satsuki: lolumad?
  • satsuki: oh we have a draw keep my sword ryuko
  • ryuko: *throws satsuki's sword*
  • satsuki: thx man
  • nui: you're wanted at home, satsuki!
  • satsuki: k brb everyone
  • elite 4: k
  • ragyo: lmao time to purify
  • satsuki: oh shit
  • ragyo: here im-a show you the life fiber so you can destroy it later
  • satsuki: dafuq
  • aikurou: nudist beach wants to use ur clothes to win ryuko
  • ryuko: NO *gets naked again*
  • tsumugu: k then just die so our plans can foil
  • ryuko: lol k
  • satsuki: mama's coming
  • elite 4: WHAAAAT ok then
  • ragyo: time to dress fancy by looking like a clown!
  • ragyo: IM THE BEST LOL k time to devour all of you
  • mako: *gets kidnapped AGAIN*
  • ragyo: im so evil it turns me on!
  • satsuki: *stab*
  • ragyo: dafuq im stabbed
  • ryuko: WTF
  • satsuki: i was pretending to obey you trolololo
  • ragyo: WHAT A SHOCK never mind u suck anyway
  • satsuki: shut up and die *beheads*
  • satsuki: finally it's over
  • ragyo: JK im not ded at all
  • satsuki: FUCK
  • ragyo: TROLOLOLO *brainwashes Ryuko*
  • ryuko: DONT FUCK WITH ME *punches self*
  • ragyo: OMG she's my daughter!
  • satsuki: DAFUQ
  • ryuko: DAFUQ
  • *a month later*
  • ragyo: and that's how ur father faked his own death
  • satsuki: ryuko is my sister wtf?
  • aikurou: u want the d?
  • sukuyo mankanshoku: i doooooo
  • ryuko: life sucks im a monster i'll never wear you again again senketsu
  • ragyo & nui: come fight us at the academy!
  • ryuko: k g2g guys
  • everyone else: our lives suck
  • inumuta: oh i found nekkid satsuki our lives dont suck anymore
  • aikurou: time to fuck the ship wheel
  • everyone: wtf
  • nui: ur lonely ryuko i understand how you feel!
  • ryuko: *stabs*
  • nui: NO IM DED LOL jk im a monster too
  • ryuko: shit
  • ragyo: ryuko put on junketsu
  • ryuko: WTF IS HAPPENING time to go disco dancing
  • satsuki: when fucked, drink tea
  • everyone: HALP
  • ryuko: U GONNA DIE
  • satsuki: take off ur outfit ryuko
  • ryuko: shaddup *can-can kick*
  • satsuki: fuck
  • mako: KILL MEH RYUKO
  • ryuko: k sure *takes off junketsu*
  • everyone: SHE NOT DED?
  • nui: MY ARMS
  • hououmaru: NUI RETURN
  • satsuki: sorry ryuko
  • ryuko: let me punch you
  • satsuki: i said sorry plz fight by my side
  • ryuko: k fine and after the croquette party lets go kill mom
  • satsuki: fine by me
  • ryuko: n-n-neecha-
  • ragyo: troublesome daughters *cuts ryuko*
  • everyone: NOOOOOO
  • satsuki: lolumad mom?
  • ragyo: wut
  • ryuko: *stabs the life fiber*
  • ragyo: DAMMIT oh well *changes outfit*
  • everyone else: shit
  • gamagoori: ELITE 4 AND MAKO I CHOOSE YOU
  • nui: meh *stabs gamagoori*
  • everyone else: NO HE DED
  • satsuki: hell yeah
  • gamagoori: JK IM ALIVE *breaks the barrier*
  • everyone: U IDIOT
  • ragyo: NUI COME IN ME
  • nui: K
  • ragyo: CYA LOSERS *flies to space*
  • ryuko: everyone get naked so i can kill mom
  • everyone: k sure
  • ryuko: *flies to space*
  • ragyo: you cant kill me trolololo
  • ryuko: fuck k i'll just absorb your power
  • ragyo: wut
  • ryuko: go away life fibers!
  • life fibers: k sure *releases all victims and vanishes*
  • ragyo: m-m-m-my life... sucks...
  • ryuko: mom
  • ryuko: she ded oh well
  • ryuko: NO HE DED TOO *depressingly falls back to earth*
  • everyone: RYUKOOOOOOO
  • all the guys: OW MY BALLS
  • mako & mama: OW MY BOOBS
  • gamagoori: EVERYONE IS ON MY DICK
  • aikurou: shit we have to clean up now
  • satsuki: sister T_T <3
  • ryuko: sister T_T <3
  • *during the date*
  • ryuko & mako: WHOA SHE CUT HER HAIR

The One That Got Away

Dirty Harry Styles Imagine by lovezaynlikealovesong

‘Okay, Fine’ you said after throwing harry’s black shirt back into the closet, 'don’t wear it, its just that…it suits you more and I wanted you to look good tonight’ 'what do you mean, I don’t look good always?’ he asked in an annoyed voice. 'I didn’t say that, Harry… I meant to say tha-’ 'I know what you mean (Y/N)!’ he said picking up his belt and giving you one last look before leaving for the party 'you coming or not?’ he asked raising his voice. You hated when he was this way, well no one likes it but, it was extremely upsetting, and that too on christmas eve as well as Lou’s birthday party was making it even more worse. 'Of course I am baby’ you replied trying to calm him down a bit, but it didn’t help…not a bit.You shrugged it off and gave a last look in the mirror to yourself.'like you mean the 'baby” he murmered, thinking you didn’t hear it,but actually you did. He opened the door for you, as he always did, giving you the hint that he still cares about you. But you were too involved in the argument to notice that, it was way too difficult for you to take your mind off the mini fight you both had been having in installments for a pretty long time, and you knew that these were just warm ups, teh real thing was yet to come, but tonight? no, it can’t be,  you thought to yourself, you were pretty sure. 'Thank you’ you said, but not with feelings, it was now sort of a routine for you, Harry opens the door, you say thank you. 'What happened?’ you asked confused, he was just sitting there, on the driver’s seat, not moving an inch, 'Look, love I’m sorry’ a sudden smile plastered your face but you tried to hide it,'Harry…you know what? lets just act like nothing ever happened, hm?’ you said letting the smile now show. He nodded in reply with his cheeky smile. He turned to you saying 'I love you, (Y/N)’ you smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, 'please don’t ever leave me’ he said just a second after you pulled from the kiss, 'huh?’ you asked faintly, assuming he didn’t hear it you made your way back to your seat. He never said before, not even when you both had the worst of fights, not even when you nearly 'left’ him once, this statement of his was just getting you to worry, a lot. Half way through the ride, you got a text, and your mobile was kept on the dashboard, in front of Harry,'could you please see that for me?’ 'Babe, I’m driving’ he said passing you your phone 'Here’ he said, weirdly, reading the sender’s name, his smile immediately disappeared  he frowned, yet again. He gave him a confused look and took the phone from his hands at the same time. ‘James’ you read, you couldn’t quite get why he did that after reading ‘James’. Something in that text made you chuckle, you replied,he replied, you replied, he replied, and it kept on like this. The car stopped with thrift making your phone slip from your hands and fall on the car floor, you thought he’ll make the move, but he didn’t, instead he stepped out the car  not giving a damn about you and your phone and making his way into the party.You were now sure, He. was. pissed.and the strange part was you were not even sure what the reason was. ‘Hey (Y/N)’ Eleanor greeted you with the cutest smile ever, you both had become bestest of friends she had helped you with harry most of the time when the ‘Larry’ rumour took swift. ‘What’s up with harry’ she asked wrinkling her eye brows, ‘I’m asking myself the same question, El’ you replied ‘hmm… okay anyways, this is Angela’ she said pulling you towards some her friends and introduced you to them, you could sometimes see from the corner of your eyes, a guy the same guy everytime, stalking you. It was a bit weird at times but you didn’t bother much really.


'Aahh!’ you screetched softly as the vodka trickled down your throat burning your passage and making way to you stomach. 'You’re really funny, Will’ you said chuckling a little.'Well, I like you too’ he said you gave him a sudden stare and your face turned serious. What an asshole, Harry thought, he loved you way too much to let go but seeing you with another guy was just unbearable for him, it was just the party and he people who were keeping him away from pulling you in for a 'forever’ kiss. 'Hey, do you mind a dance?’ the guy asked you, 'umm…I don’t think so, I’m dating someone and we just… things are not great between us and-’ 'Yes, of course that Harry guy you’re dating, well if he’s mad at you…’ he slowly moved towards your ear and whispered 'why not make him jealous?'you looked at harry and smiled. 'I cant bare this anymore!’ said Harry,banging his glass on the table.He was completely drunk and had lost his senses, but when a person’s drunk that’s the time he does what he wants and he wanted you, to feel you and make you feel loved and kick that 'asshole’ out of the way, just you and him. He was with the boys on the balcony and could see the bar from the view clearly and there you go, holding his hand as he pulled you from your seat to the dance floor, you recognised something familiar, smiling you said over the loud music, 'this is my fav-’ It’s her favourite song harry thought, and a sudden telepathy made you both exchange glances and there he was, furious, brisking his walks towards you. 'What is this?’ he said getting a hold of your wrist and pushing the man back and coming in his place. 'Harry, please, listen to me, I-’ 'No YOU listen to ME! you’re coming home with me now!’ you couldn’t understand what he meant, what about louis? it’s his birthday, how would he feel? right now Harry and you were more important than louis’ birthday bash, you came greeted stayed but just didn’t say a goodbye. It’s okay he won’t mind. 'Who do you think yourself to be?’ shouted Harry in his perfect voice, pushing you against the car door. 'Harry I-’ 'What’s happening there?’ you heard a heavy old man’s voice, you figured it was the police and decided to leave. 'Was that the Jason guy?’ he asked in a voice full of hurt.'Harry ple-’ ’(Y/N)! was he or was he not?’ he asked pressing the accelerator harder. 'No, no he wasn’t, I had just met him’ you replied 'and you’re off dancing with him, a stranger whom you had just met and you can’t dance or even talk to your boyfriend once, whom you’ve known for 8 months?’ 'Babe, I’m sorry I dont know- I-I just don’t know whats gotten into you nowadays!’ you continued 'you’re just so-so… hard to be with, you talk to me rudely,you don’t talk to me the way you used to and everytime I look in your eyes all I see it hate nothing else’ you stopped and realized what you just had blurted out of your mouth. 'I can’t believe you just said that’ harry said hitting the brakes and the car stopped right in front of the house you both lived in for 5 months now.You both moved in, you threw your purse on the couch, you saw harry taking his belt off and coming towards you and lifting you bridal style, but not the usual soft and fragile way but the harsh yet passionate way. He swiftly threw you on the bed not caring if t hurt you or not, he was hurt and wanted you to make up to him, and this was his way.'Harry, what is your prob-’ and he cut you off with a passionate kiss gradually slipping himself onto you, so that he can face you and ou can face him. His hands were snaking on your waist and his eyes were just staring at your beautiful face studying all your expressions. He slowly moved his hands to your busts, he knew it was turning you on and he was right. 'Harry, I don’t wanna do this…’ you said pulling away from the kiss. ’(Y/N), you can’t decide everything we do in our relationship’ he said breathlessly,'you hurt me (Y/N), more than you know, you’ve been really bad, and I’m going to punish you, you deserve it bitch.’ you were lying, w-h-i-t-e l-i-e. You wantd him so bad, you didn’t even know that yourself,  and him getting harsh on you was even more of a turn on.'Harry I-’ 'Shut up! will you?’ he said in his harsh voicehe literally tore your shirt apart, and pulled your jeans down and threw it somewhere. All you were left in was your undergarments.He pulled you closer to his now bare chest, 'No other guy can touch you’ he said with soo much lust and passion in his eyes that you couldn’t resist a kiss but he pulled away, and didn’t let you kiss him. He got up attacked straight at your chest, gosh! he was making you feel so good. You held him so tight, it felt like if you let go of him you’ll collapse. He slowly moved to your your busts and instead of unclipping your bra, his anxiousness just tore it from the back and he threw it aways not letting go of your skin’s taste. You were going crazy, so uncontrollable 'Don’t enjoy it you whore, it’s your punishment’ he knew you were enjoying it and that it was no more a punishment but a pleasure. He had to make it worse for you, to give you the lesson. he left your skin and pushed you hard on the bed, even the push gave you the feels. He slowly kissed you on your cheek and moved towards your ear, 'Don’t move even a bit now, if you break the rules I’ll make it even worse’ he left off with an evil grin and slowly started to leave love bites on your soft point. Unacceptable, you had to move, you couldn’t contain what he was doing to you, it so overwhelming. Both his hands were stretching onto your and held your palms in place squeezing them so tightly, you went crazy his arms were sliding on your armpits and it felt so good, you couldn’t help but arch you back a bit. You felt something, on your right wrist you couldn’t quite tell what it was, and you were way too overwhelmed to even figure it out. 'I told you not to move bitch.'He was now tying your hands, it was way too much now. 'Harry, ple- SHIT!’ you screamed as pushed in one of his fingers into you, it felt so good, you moaned loudly as he added one more to it. He was now thrusting, staring at you not blinking a bit, 'you’re so beautiful’ he said, your body was responding way too well for him to lessen the punishment. ’(Y/N), I told you not to move’ he said with celnched teeth as he pushed another finger into you, he was doing you so hard and it felt so good you just wanted to hold him, tight and never let go. 'Harry, please let my hands be free’ you said looking into his eyes, he was still moving you, you know how hard it was you to keep your eyes open. 'Tell me you love me’ he said pulling his fingers out it felt so bad, you didn’t want him to stop. 'Of course I love you Harry’ you said 'I know you dont mean that’ he said pulling your hands harshly out of the now loose cloth from which he had tied your wrists. You immediatly pulled him for a kiss, it was long and passionate, his hands were all over you, snaking slowly on your waist, to your busts, and finally to your clit, he moved slowly from your lips to your neck to your busts and started to taste them, he left bites all around your nipple and you arched your back giving him even more access. You pulled his hair which made him groan, he slowly and gradually moved to your stomach and left wet kisses all over your tummy, and finally now he was eating you up, he licked all around your clit your body could not at all control itself, he was making patterns with his tongue so softly that it was tickling, it was so overwhelming, you punched your fingers into his back and that. that was the thing that turned him on so much that he couldn’t contain it and bit your clit'Harrryyy!’ you screamed as you cumed and arched your back lifting your face almost to his and you both went down back to the bed together with a kiss, your lips were moving in perfect sync, and he was into you in no time, 'I’m sorry’ he said as the pain made you scream, 'I deserve it'you said breathlessly,'hmm… you do’ he said clenching his teeth and pushing himself completely into you 'Aahh! Harry?!’ you screamed 'how did that feel?’ he was hitting your G-spot so hard without even coming out, just pushing himself in more and more 'Harry, t-that hurts’ you said, it hurt really bad, but at the same time it felt so good.'That had hurt me hundred times more than this, (Y/N)’ he said pulling himself out, you heaved out really hard. Harry harshly kissed you, your eyes were closed you felt every inch of what he was doing to you, he was really making you fall more for himself, and he was succeeding. Slowly he started to push, in and out, all that time he was just kissing, biting and licking you shoulder line, one of your hand was in his hair and the other was busy clenching your nails into his back, everytime he was just pushing in pure passion. 'Ha-r-ry, I c-can’t t-take it anymore’ you said in parts, heaving out. 'Cum, NOW!’ he ordered, this order was not hard to follow. You were so close but didn’t say anything before just thinking it would piss him even more. You juices mixed together and he didn’t leave you at all, he wanted more of you, you too wanted to feel him even more. wow! he thought to himself looking at you, your hair were all around your face spread out on the bed and your mouth opened begging for his lips’ flavour. He kissed you softly on your lips, and whispered ’ I love you’ in your ear and kissed again under your ear and pulled his hair. You both just lay on the bed for like one minute. As he slowly picked you up, not leaving your body you both got up together, never losing the eye contact, and now your back was resting on the wall behind the bed, he pushed himself closer to you and without pulling out he was again doing the same thing. 'You’re-mine’ he said pushing in again with clenched teeth, it hurt but he was so close to you his heavy breaths were just enough for the hurt to turn into pleasure. Again, you both had your second round now this time, all the time his tounge was exploring your breasts, you were so overwhelmed, you pulled his head towards yours and kissed him hard, hard enough for all the feeling to be shared, he growned biting your lip, he had reached his high, 'not now Harry, pl-please’ you said catching your breath, he bit your nipple, really hard, trying to control himself you moaned extremely loud and let your juices mix again. He left his hot breaths on your chest and reaching your lips and licked them and finally kissing them, you were too weak now to kiss him back but didn’t pull away you were just pushing in for more. ’(Y/N), I love you baby, please don’t do that again to me’ 'I won’t I p-promise’ you said with utter difficulty. 'I love you’ you said hugging him tightly.


Neighbors (9)

AN: Okay, so when I woke up and decided to check out the tag only to see discussion of SasuHina instead of actual SasuHina. *sigh* Anyway…


Hinata didn’t know if she was hearing things but it almost sound like-

“I’m taking you to my tattoo pallor,” he repeated.

It was still really early in the morning so he had to forgive her. Saturdays were usually her sleep-in days. “W-why?” She rubbed her pale eyes.

Sasuke was hesitant, it seemed. “Call it a surprise,” he decided to say.

Hinata felt a jolt of energy run through her. This was it. This was the day Sasuke snapped and kidnapped her. “I don’t like surprises.” She gripped the door handle.

Onyx eyes narrowed. “I’m not going to kill you.”

Hinata inwardly scoffed. That would be the surprise. “I-”

“I need to get this-” he pointed to the heart tattoo with a name that Hinata assumed was his ex-girlfriend’s written across it. “-covered up.”

But why did she have to go? She moved her eyes from the tattoo to Sasuke. Hinata almost smiled. “A-are you scared?”

“No.” He damn near hissed.

Moral support is what Hinata boiled it down to. Maybe Sasuke wasn’t as tough as he thought? Or maybe he really wanted to move on…either way. “Alright,” she answered.

But she was taking her pepper spray just in case.


Being in public with Sasuke had a very strange effect on people around them. Sasuke with his normal brooding face, dark clothes and pocketed hands, not to mention his tattoos and piercings was enough to cause attention alone but Hinata looked like a misplaced bunny walking next to him.

“P-people are staring,” Hinata adjusted her floral cardigan closed.

“Look at what you’re wearing,” he mentioned.

Hinata puffed. Was it really her fault? He was in all black! This was downtown Konoha and it was so hot outside. She took to looking at the passing stores.

Sasuke finally stopped at a black-out door and proceeded to open it. Hinata didn’t catch the name of the place before a freezing gust of air relaxed her.

“Take a seat,” he pointed to the nice black chairs. Hinata didn’t have to be told twice. It was nice and spacious actually! Nothing like she saw on television.

Hinata rubbed her arms through the thin fabric of her cardigan as Sasuke was talking to some blonde woman, she didn’t look pleased.

Sasuke walked over to her. “Follow me,” he said before noticing her trembling form. “Cold?” She nodded weakly. “Wearing black makes sense now?”

Hinata stood without a word. He was right. They walked in the back room, there was a red-headed man standing there. “Gaara, Hinata. Hinata, Gaara.”

Teal eyes studied the girl but didn’t speak. He crossed his arms and looked at Sasuke. “Ready?”

Hinata sat in a vacant seat in the corner. Why was she even here? Aside from “moral support” because Sasuke apparently didn’t need that… Hinata couldn’t think of another reason why he would invite her.

Opal eyes lifted to a soft hum and widened when the sharp instrument touched Sasuke’s arm.

At that, she fainted.


“I’m not carrying you home,” Sasuke thumped her forehead.

Hinata whined and rubbed the bruised area. “Ah…what?” She saw Sasuke crouching in front of her with a bored expression.

“You fainted.” ‘Again’ was attached to his words. “You really should get checked.”

She sighed and rolled her eyes. Gaara was gone, thank everything sweet in this world. His eyes were so empty. Hinata shook her head. “Ano…w-what did you get?” She motioned to his wrapped arm.

The Uchiha stood tall. “You’ll see in a few days.”

“Sasuke,” that raspy voice called again. “Ready?” Gaara shot the girl another terrifying look causing Hinata to almost choke on a squeak.

Sasuke nodded. Hinata frowned. “A-are you getting another tattoo?”


Her eyes widened as Sasuke pointed to his tongue. “W-what? No.”

“No?” Sasuke repeated. Gaara scoffed.

She swallowed. “Y-you have enough, right?”

Sasuke smirked at her level of concern. The silent man beside him made a rattling sound from his mouth before revealing a small sliver ball against the pink of his tongue. Hinata blushed darkly from her seat.

Sasuke pocketed his hands. “I suppose I’ll have to reschedule, Gaara.”

Hinata noticed when the red-headed frowned that he didn’t have any eyebrows. Hinata had to physically push down a laugh.

Sasuke turned to his friend. “I’ll be back.”

“Of course,” he replied. “Leave Sunshine home next time.” With that he left them.

Hinata’s face drained of color. Sasuke smirked and took her arm. “I think he likes you.” Hinata tried shooting her best glare.


The normal three days pass and it was Tuesday! Laundry Day! For some reason today she felt oddly emotional. Hinata saw Sasuke already there. She smiled at him and went to her machine.

This was okay…being friends. Hinata hurried and stuffed her clothing in the washing machine before walking over to him.

“Can I see?” She asked and motioned to his other arm.

“Mm,” he grunted and turned to the Hyuuga. Her eyes widened and grabbed him by the elbow.

“T-that’s my dove,” she remembered drawing it last week. The bird covered the entire heart and was surround by lavender. “E-eh, why?”

He shrugged. “Impulse.”

Then the strangest thing happened. Hinata’s eyes watered. “It looks s-so pretty,” she looked up at him. “You’re so - so nice.”

“Not nice.”

Hinata nodded at his denial. “N-nice.”

Sasuke looked at her in pure disgust as tears spilled over rosy cheeks. What the… “Look, stop that-”

He stiffened completely when the girl hugged him. His arms stayed awkwardly in the air. “S-Sasuke, this is the nicest thing a-anyone has ever done.”

He literally just gotten her drawing tattooed on his skin! “I’m not- get off,” he thumped her forehead. “I’m not nice.”

The Uchiha scowled down at the petite woman. Things got quiet aside from the machines. She was surprise to hear how fast his heartbeat was going.

“Y-you’re nice - to me,” she corrected herself. There was no reply.

Acceptance was a sweet thing.