Summary: Bucky asks to borrow your laptop and finds the smutty fanfiction that you’ve been writing on your anonymous Tumblr account.

Warnings: smut, secondhand embarrassment, fingering, metal arm kink

A/N: Thank you guys for being so nice to me today and sending me asks because I really like getting asks and they helped me feel better. I finished writing this at three in the morning because my anxiety is really bad because I’m waiting for my advisor to email me back about whether or not I can withdrawal my Physics class and I’m going really crazy waiting because I have a Physics test Thursday and welp. Anyway, that’s why you have this fic; I couldn’t sleep so I wrote this. Feedback is welcome and encouraged. If you want to be added to the tag list you have to send me an ask.

“Hey, (Y/N), can I borrow your laptop?” Bucky peered into your room, making sure you weren’t indecent first.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” You unplugged the MacBook from it’s charger and handed it to Bucky. “I’ll be down in the gym if you have any questions.”

“Thanks, doll.” His fingers brushed against yours as he took the metal computer from you. The mixture of his pet name and the tingling from his touch sent a need between your legs. “Mind if I just sit in here and use it?” 

“Not at all.” You headed out of your room and to the gym, ready to work out.

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anonymous asked:

best and worst traits of the mars signs?

best // worst

Aries Mars: they are ambitious and have a great energy. they follow their gut instinct and are extremely passionate and competetive. they are self assured and confident // they can be too impulsive and run away from the consequences of it. they can be very impatient and brash with their words and decisions

Taurus Mars: they are so chill, it feels comforting to just be with them. they work hard and have good focus. they are patient and stable // they let things build up and then blow up and distance themselves. they have a hard time getting out of their comfort zone and adapting

Gemini Mars: they are witty and quick, and very creative. they are adaptable and welcome change with open arms. debating is their strong suit // they can be restless and unfocused. they aren’t practical and always want something new, or else they get bored and uninterested

Cancer Mars: they are dependable and loving. they are passionate and creative, and are intuitive and sensitive to other’s wants and needs // they are passive aggressive and can be very manipulative. they are moody and can be over sensitive at times

Leo Mars: they are strong willed and full of passion. they are willing to take risks and have a strong sense of self. they are affectionate and loving // they can be very overbearing and stubborn. they are very prideful and can be too dramatic

Virgo Mars: they are practical and logical, and are good at multi tasking. they are hard workers and enjoy working. they are subtle and don’t get mad easily // they can be very scattered and have a nervous energy. they can be overly critical of themselves and others. it’s their way or no way at all

Libra Mars: they are very charming and good at compromise. they like to keep things peaceful and are good at mediating. they want everything to be fair // they can be unmotivated and passive aggressive. they are indecisive and are prone to procrastination

Scorpio Mars: they have a strong energy and are good at hiding their emotions. they are magnetic and self disciplined. they know themselves very well and are introspective // they hold grudges for life. they are untrusting and cynical. they can manipulative and controlling

Sagittarius Mars: they are adventurous and love to take risks. they are enthusiastic and optimistic, always looking on the brightside. they are fun to be with // they are restless and impatient. they run away from their problems and consequences. they aren’t practical and never think of the consequences of their actions

Capricorn Mars: they are disciplined and strong. they are logical and practical, and level headed even in anger. they are responsible and reliable. // they are extremely cautious and tend to stick to the safe side in everything, never branching out. they can be too serious and pessimistic

Aquarius Mars: they are innovational and independent. they are unique and value originality. they are accepting and open minded. they stand up for themselves and for others // they can be very detached and hard to read. they are impossible to figure out and can be very stubborn

Pisces Mars: they are gentle and just go with the flow. they are romantic and sensitive, are usually talented in the arts. they are compassionate and idealistic // they don’t always have a clear cut goal or plan, and can feel very lost in life. their emotions can rule them at times, and can be very unpredictable

So This Is Love [2]


Summary: Y/N is heavily mistreated in her household. Prince Peter has to find a bride to become the queen of the kingdom.

Peter Parker x Reader


// Masterlist //

Originally posted by tomshollandss

I clashed my sword against Tony’s. He resisted my force and it took much of my strength to push him back. Tony stumbled backwards, surprised. I smirked.

“You’re getting stronger, Your Highness.” He commended me.

“And you’re getting old.” I joked. He shook his head, smiling.

“I taught you everything you know, remember that.” Tony wiped the sweat off his brow. Tony has spent many years teaching and mentoring me about the ways of royalty alongside my Uncle Benjamin. When my father had passed, Uncle Benjamin took on regency. He is to hold on to power until I the time that I am of age and that time was coming soon. In two months to be exact.

“Aren’t you glad that you did?”

“Right now, no.”

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i know we all ignore nora’s extra content anyway (*cough* andreil wedding *cough*) but i have headcanons about this fashion designer allison thing

okay so

  • allison goes pro. after fighting tooth and nail for the right to play exy there’s no way she’s giving it up after college. also no one expects her to actually do it or succeed so it’s a giant fuck you to all the haters
    • she’s the first fox to ever play professionally and when she gets signed she asks wymack if she’s made him proud. he tells her he was always proud.
  • once she’s on her new team (one whose colors are not that god awful orange this time) she notices some things about the uniforms that could use…improvement

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Sleepless Nights | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yep!

          70. “You’ll have to try harder than that.”

          91. “Promise me, you won’t tell anyone.”

Requests: OPEN

Summary: You and Draco form an… unexpected and unusual relationship. Fluff and angst.

Words: 2,796

             If you knew anything about the exterior personality of Draco Malfoy you’d know, first, he is a pompous git fueled by bigotry, and second, he was one of the biggest bullies Hogwarts housed. So, when Draco set his eyes on you, you knew you were in trouble. You were one of the few half-bloods in Slytherin, and for this you regularly faced backlash, though it was nothing you couldn’t handle. When taking into consideration the things you knew about Malfoy and your blood status you knew that the reason that he kept looking at you from down the Slytherin table in the great hall was because he was lining up his firing squad and you were in the cross hairs.

             You’d managed to keep off of his radar for most of your schooling at Hogwarts, keeping your head down, only stepping on the toes of those beneath you. You stayed away from the big guns of the House of Slytherin, and most of all, the Prince of it. So, it was in that moment, when you made eye contact with him and he sneered at you, that you began building up the metaphorical sand bags in your brain, ready to take cover and fire back in defense.

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Not so epic {Requested}

Originally posted by dramione-feltson-forever


Ask Anything: {Here}

Request: {Here}

Requested by: @tayrae515

“(Y/N) will you just listen to me you-” Draco ran after you, running through the halls trying to catch up to your figure that was disappearing from his sight slowly but in his mind he knew he already lost you.

Sighing before rubbing his face stress-fully to face the mass students who saw the argument go down. Draco turned glaring at the students making them feel intimidated and quickly divert their attention to something other than him.

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  • Lucius and Narcissa lose Draco in the crowd:
  • Lucius: I'll search the south side, you take the north
  • **Narcissa and Lucius split up**
  • Lucius: *calls out* Oh Hello Hermione Granger! *nothing happens*
  • Narcissa: *calls out* Oh What A Delicious Apple I Have Here! *nothing happens*
  • **meanwhile in the middle of the crowd**
  • Draco: Hermione? *moves towards the south* Apple? *moves towards the north* but...but...which one!!!! I can't decide!!!!!
  • **later the Malfoys find Draco in the middle of the crowd rocking back and forth with his arms around his knees, debating with himself which one to go to**
  • L + M: *look at each other* Woops.

anonymous asked:

So hey, I'm the anon who requested the other chocobros and angst. I wasn't really thinking of any specific scenarios but maybe something where s/o is suffering through nightmares because some daemon and the only way to save them is for the chocobros to like, enter their mind and they learn about s/o's dark(?) past and afterwards they comfort them

Why does inspiration strike at almost 1am when you should be in bed? Who knows. Anyway, here’s a small drabble with Noctis because I felt like he suited this prompt the most. 

Noctis’ eyes flew open. A whimper cut the silence of the room, rousing him from sleep. You were trembling beside him, shaking like a leaf under the blankets as another nightmare plagued your subconscious.

He sighed. The dreams were getting worse. At first you were able to wake yourself up from them pretty easily, feeling only minor discomfort once you were awake. But the dreams started to get more intense, and it was becoming harder and harder to snap you out of them.

Small cries started to leave your lips, and Noctis felt his heart slowly breaking. Your back was turned to him, and he reached over, his hand hovered over your arm. He debated waking you up—the last time he’d tried, you woke up screaming and struggled against him, not fully conscious. He’d earned a few scratches for his efforts, and the look on your face when you realized what you’d done had been a dagger to his chest.

Your breath hitched as you emitted another soft cry. Noctis knew he couldn’t sit by and do nothing while you were in distress. He closed his eyes, and summoned a type of magic that he’d never really used before. His hand came to gently rest on your temple, and he slipped out of consciousness.

His eyes darted open. The ground was cold as he rose to stand. He wasn’t in your bedroom anymore—he was in a dark city, cast in eternal night.

A scream rang out. Noctis jerked his head in the direction it came from.

It was you.

He uttered your name aloud before sprinting off to find you. Your voice was shrill and pained, the screaming never ceasing as it combined with a loud snarling that sent a chill through Noctis’ spine.

When he finally found you, you were on the ground, pinned to the concrete. A giant daemon with jagged teeth and blood red eyes hovered over you, clawing at your arms and roaring near your face. Its saliva dripped onto your skin and you shrieked, trying to wiggle free of its grasp as its claws marred your flesh.

“Hey!” Noctis shouted, brandishing his weapon. “Why don’t you pick on someone your own size?”

The daemon angled its ugly head in Noctis’ direction and he could have sworn it grinned. It rose to its full height, looming easily two feet over him, and lunged with lightning speed at him.

Noctis blocked him and parried him just as quickly, slashing at its legs so it buckled to its knees. The daemon was large, but clumsy, and Noctis was able to warp strike it as the lingering apparition of his body served as a helpful distraction.

Soon the daemon was on all fours, weakened and panting. Noctis was about to strike it through its back when your voice called to him.


Noctis turned, confused. You were still on the ground, but sat up, reaching to him.

“You can’t,” you begged. “Please.”

Noctis looked at you in confusion. “Why the hell not?”

“Because,” you sobbed. “He’s my father.”

Noctis turned to the daemon. A section of its face had peeled back, revealing the face of a man. A man with eyes like yours.

Noctis shook his head, turning back to you. “I have to.”

Before the scream could leave your mouth, he brought his blade down and pierced through the daemon’s heart.

There was a flash of light, and Noctis was blown back. You gripped onto him, pulling him towards you as you both watched light consuming the daemon, ripping it apart. The darkness ebbed away, and you both covered your eyes as the light became blinding. Once it had dimmed, you both lowered your arms and you let out a gasp.

It was your dad.

Your real dad. With kind eyes and a smile on his face. He seemed almost ethereal as he stood there, the darkness shrinking away with every second.

“I’m sorry,” he said aloud, though it hit your ears like a breathy whisper. You gulped, tears stinging your vision.

“You can’t hurt me anymore,” you breathed, and he started to fade away. Soon, he was gone.

But the light remained. It poured through the streets, lit up the dark alleyways and coated everything in a golden glow. Noctis smiled and leaned his forehead against yours.

“You’re safe,” he promised. “No matter what, always remember that I’ll protect you.”

You sighed, finally absorbed in a moment of relief. “Thank you.”

Noctis blinked, and the was back in your room. It was still dark, still night time as the blue haze of the moon washed over the floor. He took his hand off your temple and watched you for a moment.

Your breathing had evened out, and you were no longer trembling. He let out a breath, one he felt like he’d been holding forever, and leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“G’nite, love,” he murmured, settling back into the sheets and pulling you close so your back was against his chest. “Sweet dreams.”

You subconsciously cuddled closer to him, letting out a quiet hum. “Sweet dreams,” you mumbled back, slipping back under with the tiniest smile on your face.

Harry Potter x Reader: Soulmate Au

    I’m sorry, but I found another one and couldn’t resist. Also, Harry is year three, you’re year two.

    I stared down at my arm debating whether or not to pick up my quill. I want so badly to draw right now, it helps me concentrate more. I should be taking notes for studying, especially since I’m in Ravenclaw, every one expects me to be in the top of the class and to take notes. To be the perfect student, but I don’t want to be the perfect student.

    “Miss (L/n), please pay attention.” Professor Flitwick said, turning around from whatever he had been writing on the board. I jumped and blushed at the sudden attention that was focused on me. “Yes, Sir.” I said embarrassed. I tried my best to pay attention as he started teaching again, but it was hard.

    With an inaudible sigh, I picked up the quill, dipping it in the black ink, and instead of bring the quill to the paper I brought it to the skin of my arm. I placed my arm down on my lap, to not get caught drawing, and started with one tiny straight line.

 Harry’s P.O.V

    When Snape turned his back I looked down my arm and slid up my sleeve. C'mon, it shouldn’t be too long now. I couldn’t help the small smile that grew on my face as a small black line appeared on my arm. Whoever my soulmate was, they sure were artistic. I don’t know who they are, or when we’ll meet, but I can tell already that I’ll like them just by the things they write and draw.

    “Mr. Potter, what could be so important about your arm that you aren’t paying attention in my class?” Snape’s monotonous voice sounded from above me. I quickly pulled back down my sleeve so the drawing that is turning out to be a small closed book wouldn’t be seen. “Nothing, Professor.” I answered. “Five points from Gryffindor for Potter’s lack of attention.” Snape announced.


 (Y/n)’s P.O.V

    “(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Wait up!” One of my friends, (F/n), called out from behind me. I stopped in my tracks and turned around, waiting for the clumsy girl to catch up. After catching her breath she quickly straightened up. “(Y/n), you have to help me study! I’ll never pass our test in Charms if you don’t help me! Please!” (F/n) pleaded, pressing her hands together. I sighed, of course she was running after me screaming my name just to ask to study with me. “Fine, meet me in the library after supper.” I instructed then turned back around and continued to my next class.

    I set down my books on my desk then immediately grabbed my quill, dipping it in the ink. I pushed back my sleeve while sitting down in my seat and brought the quill to my arm, avoiding the dried drawing. ‘Meet (F/n) in library after supper to study for Charms.’ I wrote down, knowing myself I would forget completely and leave poor (F/n) to study all on her own. I blew lightly on the ink to help it dry then pulled my sleeve back up carefully.


 Harry’s P.O.V

    As everyone was eating supper at the tables I pulled my sleeve back, finally having the time to look at what was drawn. I saw a beautiful drawing of three closed books stacked upon each other; there was another book stacked upon those flying open. Above the stack were books open and flying away until they just looked like the silhouettes of birds. It was truly an amazing drawing, at least I think so, and must have taken a long time to finish. Whoever my soulmate is even took the time and effort to put little details like shading, and tiny words written in the book flying open.

    Looking below the drawing, I noticed that there was a single sentence written out in neat print. Meet (F/n) in the library after supper to study for Charms. Charms? That means my soulmate goes to Hogwarts! This also means I can meet them today in the library! I got up from my seat with everyone else, but instead of following to the Gryffindor common room I departed for the library to wait for my soulmate’s appearance.

 (Y/n)’s P.O.V

    I trudged into the library seriously debating whether or not to turn around. I just don’t want to help (F/n) study right now. It’s not like I am tired or anything, I’m just really not in the mood. This isn’t a very good excuse, but I’m an introvert. I’m fine with being around people for a little while, even a whole school day. It’s just that people are emotionally and mentally exhausting, some more than others. Right now, I’m beyond emotionally and mentally exhausted, I need a break and some alone time.

    The library was empty for the most part, only a few tables had people at them, and most of them were empty. The majority of the people here that I’m seeing are fellow Ravenclaw. There was a lone Slytherin couple sitting together trying to study, at least the girl was, the male was teasing her. The famous Gryffindor, Harry Potter, was sitting at a table in a far corner engrossed in a book. Spotting (F/n), I quickly and quietly made my way over to the table, setting my books down across from her and sitting down.

    “You’re finally here, I thought you might have forgotten.” (F/n) said, her face showing  clear signs of relief. “Yeah, but to start things off, what does Arresto Momentum do?” I asked while opening my book to the desired page. “Oh, that’s easy. It slows down the movement of an object.” (F/n) said with a smile. “That’s right. Okay so what does-”


     "-I think you’re ready for the practice test I came up with.“ I said, pulling out the paper from my bag. "Okay.” (F/n) answered, reluctantly taking the paper from me. “Tell me when you’re done.” I instructed, taking out some notes from another class to go over them and fix any mistakes.

    Finding a mistake, I dipped my quill in the ink and went to fix it. I stopped though with my quill hovering over the paper, instead of actually fixing the mistake I rolled up my sleeve  and crossed out my note; even if it wasn’t necessary I like to mark things off when I get them done. As I was about to pull my sleeve back down I was surprised to see more ink appearing on my skin, without me drawing anything. 'I found you, Soulmate.’

    I looked around in astonishment, looking for the one who wrote that, on their arm of course. It wasn’t one of the Slytherins, they were in one of the aisles of books snogging, or any of the Ravenclaw. That only leaves one person. I turned around in my seat to look at the very last person in the room, Harry Potter. He was smiling with his arm up, showing his writing and my drawing, a quill held in his hand.

     I smiled back at Harry, then looked back at (F/n); she was still working hard on the test, and only half way through. Seeing that she wouldn’t be done soon, I got up from my spot and walked over to Harry. “Hello.” I said quietly, suddenly feeling timid. “Hello, what is your name?” Harry asked with a smile. “My name’s (Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n) that is.” I answered, managing a smile myself. He was about to say something, but (F/n) came over and told me she was done. “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute.” I said and with that she turned back around and made her way to the table. “Sorry, I wish we could talk more, but I need to help my friend.” I apologized. “Oh no, that’s okay. Before you go though, would you go with me to Hogsmeade?” Harry asked hopefully. I smiled and nodded. “Of course, did you really think you had to ask?”


    This took longer than it should have to write. I don’t even know why. -Rosa (Amestris)

The unrequested sequel and Jean’s POV to fenfyre’s prompt:  All I want to do is get over my dumb crush on you, and you’re making it really hard by being so touchy-feely AND FOR GOD’S SAKE STOP WALKING AROUND OUR ROOM NAKED

Marco Bodt was an undeserved gift. For all the trouble Jean caused in high school, all the homework assignments he missed, all the kids whose faces he personally acquainted with the concrete, all the cars he may or may not have egged, he expected nothing but the worst for his first roommate in college. Where he expected an asshole, he found a saint. When he expected some self-absorbed jock or egotistical know-it-all, he instead received a bookish nerd with the most adorable self-confidence issues. Who cared about how others thought he appeared? That was a needless concern that plagued Marco most days.

But worst of all, when he expected an uncomfortably straight roommate, he got… Marco.

In the first two weeks Jean came to quite a few conclusions about his new roommate. First and foremost Marco had a personality almost as soft as his appearance. Something about the way he carried himself made Jean just want to embrace him, like a small puppy or kitten. While not as lean nor as toned as Jean, Marco had the right amount of body in the right places. And it only served to entice Jean and whittle away at his self-control.

Marco was patient, kind, and awkward. He was messy, loved cinnamon cookies to an almost unhealthy degree, and trusted those around him too quickly for Jean’s tastes but that’s just what made him so goddamn endearing. That and the smattering of freckles across his cheeks. Those were Jean’s kryptonite.

The signs were few and far in between but it really shouldn’t have surprised Jean when Marco made a sudden declaration their second week in the dorm.

Jean had just finished another cup of instant ramen when he heard a nervous grumble from Marco’s side of the room. Jean glanced over at the still undecorated portion of their tiny shared space.

“Uh, Jean?” Marco cautiously spoke.

“Yeah?” Jean’s mouth fell into its natural scowl.

“I got something to tell ya… and I think you deserve to know this about me since we’re sharing a room after all,” Marco’s voice wavered. The unusual shift in Marco’s behavior captured Jean’s undivided attention. “I understand if you’ll want to leave me or have me leave but- I’m gay.”

Jean’s eyes widened upon hearing those words. The words he only ever heard Marco say in shower fantasies. He frowned when he processed those words because that meant he was eternally fucked.

In a few words Marco smashed the last of Jean’s self-control. After understanding what those words meant, Jean embraced them almost as tightly as he embraced Marco.

“That would <i>never</i> be a problem for me, don’t worry,” Jean replied in the most composed voice he could manage. He felt Marco tense up at the unexpected contact but he soon relaxed into Jean’s arms. “And if anyone ever gives you shit for it, tell me. I’ll introduce them to the pavement, intimately.”

Jean let the hug linger longer than he probably should have but why wouldn’t he? Christmas and his birthday came early that year.

Any reservations he had about touching Marco evaporated after that day. He indulged himself whenever he could: ruffling Marco’s hair, snuggling against Marco when they watched terrible movies on their shitty TV, and hugging him when the time called for it or even sometimes when it didn’t call for it.

Jean’s heart was captured hook, line, and sinker.

And for all of Jean’s bravado and determined nature, he was hopeless in the realm of actually flirting and confessing his affection. Unlike Marco who at least had the balls to tell him straight up, Jean couldn’t bring himself to tell Marco that he too liked dick. And boobs. But Marco probably caught the latter from all the vintage pin-up posters he had. They were both cute and pleasing on the eyes.

Instead of talking with Marco, Jean did the next best thing and dropped hints when and where he could. Whether through lingering touches, unsolicited nicknames, and even commenting on guys’ appearances here and there whenever they were out. Although they seemed to only come across as friendly or Jean’s vainly attempting to wingman for the awkward mess of freckles.

Even with the advice of the happiest couple he knew his tactics weren’t working.

“I don’t think he likes me,” Jean frowned. He pulled his milkshake nearby him and started sucking it down. “I’ve been air drying without a towel for like six weeks and he still hasn’t so much as talked to me about it.”

“So even letting it all hang loose ain’t working? He’s one tough customer,” Connie said. Thinking of the next course of action, Connie rubbed his chin in an exaggerated motion.

“I thought he would’ve at least commented on your nakedness. Did you see any subtle reactions? Did he blush? Did you see a half-chub?” Sasha inquired in between bites of her fries.

“Well of course he blushed, I was naked! I mean have you seen me? I’m not exactly unattractive.” Jean scoffed at the notion.

That earned some laughs from his childhood friends.

“Well did you look at his dick for the honest reaction?” Connie followed up.


“There’s your problem. You gotta try and see if he likes what he sees. If that’s a yes then you hit on him.”

Jean crossed his arms as he debated it. “Are you sure this will work?”

“Yes.” Both his friends said in unison.

“It’s how I got Sasha. Although I was more suave about it than letting it hang loose.” Connie cracked a wide grin as he reminisced.

That earned a quirked eyebrow from Jean.

“And what exactly did you do?”

“I incorporated it into her favorite thing: food.”

Sasha paused her eating to blush at the memory. “Good times.”

Jean bit his lip as he soon regretted this train of thought.

“You know what? Forget I asked that. I think I get the idea though.”

“Good. Another piece of advice, always cook with aprons. They don’t cover much but they at least cover your nipples.”

As much as Jean didn’t want to hear those words, there was a story begging to be told there.

“I’m both horrified and curious.”

“So was I,” Sasha chimed in. “Also aroused.”

“Okay I’m out. You can have my fries!” Jean immediately left the booth and sped walked out of the dining hall and towards their dorm.

Marco would be back soon enough and if Jean knew Marco’s schedule as well as he did, then today would provide the perfect opportunity to practice Connie’s disturbing advice. Thursday afternoon yoga was perfect.

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Hope it was everything you were expecting Fen~

. Obsessive Impulsive . 15

Full Summary: “‘I’ve been trying to find you alone for weeks, but you’ve been avoiding me.’  He clicked his tongue, as if scolding her.  'I tried approaching, but you always had someone with you to give me nasty words and looks.  They turned you against me, Miss Levy.’"

Pairings: Gajeel x Levy

Warnings: I strode for a darker fic again.  This is not for sensitive readers.  Violence, stalking, etc.  

Author’s Note: This is a very, very twisted gift for Bubbles, who has not been allowed to so much as read a single chapter.  This will update every other day.

“I hate the sewers.”

“You’ve said that eighty times, Lil’.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t see you using your nose.”

“That’s because we are both very aware that my nose is no match for yours and if we were smart, we’d go back and drag Natsu down here, because for all of his childish qualities, he has the best nose in the guild.”

“…shut up.”

Grouchy, Gajeel paused to inhale deeply, irritated over the water that soaked his pants and filled his boots. It was disgusting, full of trash and filth and he wanted nothing more than to get out of the sewers. But he’d seen a ripped piece of fabric back a few turns - a piece of fabric soaked with Levy’s blood.

A least his gut feeling had been right and it wasn’t an entire waste of time to wander the sewers.

“Gajeel.” Lily caught his attention and pointed.

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[FILL]: Viktor/Yuuri + Domestic/Assassin AU

Prompt #: 426
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: language, some sexual content, and non-explicit references to human trafficking
Summary: “Let me get this straight,” Victor said slowly. “You were a secret agent for the Japanese government." 
"An intelligence agent,” Yuuri corrected and then when Victor’s eyebrows started rising dangerously, he said, quickly, “But yes, that’s right." 
Victor stared at him. "But you cry at dog commercials." 
"Are the two things mutually exclusive?” Yuuri said weakly. 

Yuuri eyed the extensive line of expensive face creams that Victor had stacked from one end of the sink to the other; Yuuri swore that they were breeding in the night. Yuuri’s toothbrush had been shunted off to one side, bristles dangling precariously over the trash can that was underneath the sink. Victor’s silk briefs hung over the lip of the trash can, like they had been thrown there by a particularly high-end stripper (“I need support, Yuuri,” Victor had protested when all of his underwear had been at the cleaner’s and Yuuri had offered his own underwear. Victor going commando in a suit to the skating banquet had been one of the most wonderful and torturous experiences of Yuuri’s life, and that included the months-long undercover mission at a ramen shop whose specialty had been katsudon).

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Better in the Dark

Pairing: Krigotter (Viktor Krum x Cedric Diggory x Harry Potter)

Word Count: 3.6k+

This started as a Kriggory drabble to accompany my headcanons, but my Hedric was showing so hard that somehow it’s morphed itself into an ot3.

Cedric was torn.

He’d never really been one for cheating. In fact, Cedric couldn’t remember cheating a day in his life, even as a very young child. He loved a fair game; the rush he felt during a quidditch match when he caught the snitch, with only his own skill determining his win. He liked to prove to himself that he could do whatever he set his mind to. And he liked it when other people proved the same.

But something about the Tri-Wizard Tournament changed something in his ideals. Battling dragons wasn’t a quidditch game. Quidditch was rough, brutal even, but rarely was it truly dangerous. And the Tournament… Well, it came to his mind along with an overpowering flood of dread.

The Tournament didn’t feel rough or brutal. It felt fatal. Final.

Cedric was waiting for something to go incredibly, incredibly wrong.

And that feeling of impending doom was leading him astray.

He’d paced in the common room for what felt like hours, the golden egg tucked under his arm while he debated. Cheating was a violation of his most fundamental beliefs. But if he just dropped a hint… That didn’t count, did it?

Harry was the easy decision. The younger Gryffindor boy had helped him; had told him about the dragons without hesitation. Cedric had been lost in that; wanting to be disappointed that he had an advantage, and yet… Grateful. Potter had told Cedric simply, as if it was the right thing to do and nothing more. Something about that pleased Cedric. Something about it made him feel like giving Harry a clue wasn’t so bad.

“You know the Prefects bathroom on the fifth floor? It’s not a bad place for a bath.”

Cedric was still beating himself up for the stupidity of that statement. Harry’s eyes had gone wide, eyebrows raised in a question Cedric didn’t want or know how to answer. Instead, he blabbered on and meandered away, trying to look like he hadn’t embarrassed the daylights out of himself over a fourth year.

Despite his mortification at what had been rather unintentional flirting, Cedric was happy he’d told the younger boy. Everyone knew Potter’s story, but few people regarded him as more than the Chosen One. Harry was they boy everyone looked to to succeed in all things. Cedric thought that was a rather lonely life.

Harry hadn’t been what was tearing at Cedric’s moral compass, however. Harry was a nice boy, albeit one with pretty eyes, who’d done him a favor, and Cedric had returned it.

But what Cedric was thinking of doing - near definitely about to do - he had little reason to do. None at all, in fact.

Which was why he cursed himself as he wandered the halls, looking for a face among the crowd. His stomach was in a state of utter turmoil, flipping and twisting about. Guilt ate at him, but he didn’t turn back. Some part of him, deep deep down, had already decided he wasn’t turning back.

Briefly, his mind wandered to Cho. She was beautiful. Exquisite, really. He couldn’t deny his attraction to her; she had a pull on him that other girls failed to bring to his eyes. And yet, Cedric couldn’t help the feeling of something being missing.

When he’d told her as much, she’d pulled a brave face and smiled, but he could tell that what he’d said had made her sad. She hadn’t asked him to explain further, which provided him none to subtle sense of relief. Cedric didn’t want to tell her the truth - that his eyes had wandered, that his heart had opened and made room for not just one other person, but two.

They were just passing fancies. At least, that’s what he told himself. Passing fancies that would fade as quickly as they’d begun.

He’d never lied to himself before.

Cedric’s eyes found what he was looking for. It had taken him nearly and hour, and his resolve had wavered throughout the entire search. And yet, he’d broken things off with Cho, something he suspected was almost definitely permanent. What did he have to lose?

Heart skittering, Cedric took a deep breath and called out across the crowded halls. “Krum!”

The Bulgarian seeker turned from the group of Durmstrang students surrounding him, his eyes narrowing slightly as he met Cedric’s gaze. He murmured to his companions quickly, far too quietly for Cedric to hear, and walked Cedric’s way.

They strode together away from the crowded halls, into an empty corridor. When they stopped, Krum’s eyebrows raised in silent question. His eyes flickered to the large egg still tucked snuggly under Cedric’s arm. He didn’t speak. It seemed Viktor Krum rarely ever spoke.

“Umm-” Cedric began, voice an octave higher than it had been a moment again. Mentally, he cursed him, and physically coughed to clear the lump in his throat. He stared at Krum’s chin rather than meet his eyes. “Have you figured it out, yet? The egg, I mean.”

“Have you?”

Cedric nearly backed away at the easy deflection. Of course Krum would think he was asking for help. He was nearly - no he was insulted by the insinuation. Standing a little straighter, Cedric tried for him most neutral face. Annoyance didn’t look good on him.

“I assume you’ve discovered that it screams?”

Krum’s eyes glittered with amusement. Of course he had. Silence met Cedric like running into a brick wall. Perhaps he’d made a mistake in thinking he wanted to help. Perhaps he’d been a bit foolish. His brain told him to walk away before he dug himself into a deeper hole than he was already in. He’d already helped Harry - he didn’t need to help Viktor, too.

And yet, his mouth…

“Open it underwater.”

The words came tumbling out. Both boys exchanged a look of surprise, and Krum began to laugh.

Cedric could feel the blood rushing to his face. He was painted red with embarrassment, from his chest to the tips of his ears. He felt incredibly foolish all of a sudden. With great agitation, Cedric turned to leave.

“They said you were kind, and brave.” Krum’s voice called after him before he could make it more than a few steps. Warily, Cedric looked back at the other boy over his shoulder. “I admit, I did not think it mattered much. Why did you share this with me? You would have been a step ahead.”

Cedric searched for the right words. He wasn’t a liar, but he wasn’t exactly interested in telling Krum he’d given up his advantage over a handsome face.

“The Tournament - it’s dangerous enough as it is. We all got the same hint anyways. If I’m the smartest, I’ll win whether you know the clue or not.”

Both boys stood very still for a moment. Cedric was wondering if he’d sounded stupid, but Krum didn’t appear to think so. In fact, he was looking at Cedric almost admiringly. Another blush was creeping up the back of his neck, but Cedric fought it down.

They stayed that way for a long time, both of them rather lost in the tension in the air. Or maybe Cedric was reading into that. Maybe it was just awkward and he was too nice to see it. Situations like that had happened before. The wise choice would be to turn and walk away, but he stayed rooted in place.

He wanted to stay and look for a moment, just a moment, at the way Krum’s jaw cut so steeply and how his hands looked pleasantly rough and calloused. Nothing like Harry’s hands - Harry’s hands were delicate and thin. Cedric had never quite been able to decide if they’d been born to catch a snitch or fly elegantly across piano keys. They were so different - and yet Cedric felt a pull towards both of them as if they were magnetized. It was unsettling, maddening. Where Harry was all bright eyed and innocent determination, Viktor was all broad shoulders and confidence.

And Cedric was hopelessly enthralled with both of them. Gods, he was so gloriously stupid.

As if sensing his thoughts, Viktor asked, “Have you told anyone else?”

Cedric stiffened minutely. “Just Harry. And I only hinted.”

Viktor’s lips quirked in the faintest of smiles. “The Potter boy?” There was something in his voice, a knowing tone that was almost mocking. “Your eyes follow him.”

Another blush was creeping up Cedric’s neck. He went to speak, to say he had no idea what Viktor could possibly mean, but the other boy beat him to the punch.

“Your eyes follow me, too.”

A noise something similar to a screech or the bleating of a goat slipped past Cedric’s lips. He stood there for a moment, looking at Viktor’s pleasantly amused face, and wondering what he could possibly say in response to that. Cedric was usually a rather confident person, but it seemed that confidence didn’t apply when flirting with other boys. Instead, he opened and closed his mouth a couple of times, eyes wide with shock, before finally managing to croak out, “Good luck at the next trial.” turning on his heel, and walking rather swiftly.

Behind him, Cedric could hear Viktor’s quiet chuckles of amusement. Gritting his teeth, he resolved to be less of a blubbering oaf the next time.

Harry was flabbergasted.

It had been a rather strange week. His pursuits of discovering the clue hidden within that ghastly egg had been exceedingly fruitless. That was, until Cedric. Harry still couldn’t help the slight blush that fluttered into his cheeks when he thought of Cedric’s sly smile, and the way his breath had tickled the hairs around Harry’s ears as he’d leaned in to whisper.

That… That had been something. Despite the thinly veiled flirting, Harry had taken the golden boys advice. Myrtle had been an interesting addition to the discovery, to say the least, though Harry had been glad for her company in a strange way. The egg had given him an eerie feeling deep in the pit of his stomach. And he hadn’t been wrong for it.

The trial in the lake had been almost more terrifying than the dragons, though in a different way. There had been three people in the water that Harry wanted to save. Hermione and Ron, and Cho of course. Though, lately he’d felt less intensely about her. Nonetheless, he’d felt a shock of fear coming when he came across the four bodies floating motionless in the water.

His relief had been abundant when first Cedric and then Viktor had come for Cho and Hermione. He trusted them with the girls more than he would have thought. There was not a sliver of doubt in Harry that his friends would be safe with them.

Taking Gabrielle had been an afterthought. He’d very nearly left her behind, though he was glad in the end that he didn’t. The young girl looked so small and fragile drifting in the murky waters, surrounded by vicious creatures she was unaware of. Having the small rescue put him in second place was a bonus he had not expected nor wanted.

Afterwards, he could think of little else beside the fact that he was tired. The trials were taking their toll on him. It seemed the world loved to punish Harry in one way or another. He’d never wanted to be part of the tournament; not even if he’d been eligible to enter. And some part of him suspected that things would go very, very wrong. Then again, things always seemed to go very wrong around Harry.

He was cursed that way. He missed having fun. He missed Quidditch and Ron not acting like he was secretly out to rule the world.

Which was why his heart had flown out of his chest and lodged itself in his throat when he’d passed Cedric in the halls, and the smiling hufflepuff had passed him a folded piece of parchment. He’d waited until he’d slipped into class to read it.

Quidditch pitch. Midnight. Bring your broom.

Armed with his cloak, he’d slipped out of the dorms and through the common room at a quarter till, broom tucked carefully under his arm. There was something rather exciting about sneaking out at night to meet Cedric in a way that was different from when he’d snuck out to spy with Ron or Hermione. Those cautious footfalls had been haunting; they were always on a mission that seemed life or death. This wasn’t like that in the slightest. No, this was for the fun of it.

And Harry loved it.

To someone that hadn’t spent some of their best memories on it, the Quidditch pitch might have looked ominous in the pale light of the moon. To someone else, it might even have struck a feeling of unease or fear. But Harry wasn’t anyone else, and just the image of the soft moonlight filtering over the empty stands put him at ease. And the lone figure standing at its center, awash in the twilight, made his pulse sputter with nervous excitement.

He slowed as he walked out onto the pitch, removing his cloak. There was something rather beautiful about Cedric in the moonlight. Moonlight made Cedric soft and pale, like a shadow or a ghost or a mirage. He didn’t look real. No, he looked like sky had sprinkled stardust in his skin and hidden the sun behind his eyes. Even at night, his eyes were glowing with warm light that made Harry feel somehow both giddy and perfectly at ease.

“You made it.” Cedric called, a broad smile overtaking his face. He had a hand wrapped casually around his broomstick, long fingers curling over each other. “Are you up for a flight?”

Harry couldn’t help smiling back. Cedric’s smile was infectious. “Of course. But I can make it more interesting.”

The golden boy laughed nervously, running his hands through his hair. “Oh yeah?” Harry liked the shy smile that captured Cedric’s features. It felt private, intimate, something just for them.

Harry lifted up his hand. In it, he held out a small, glimmering, golden object. Cedric’s eyes lit up with excitement. “You’ve got a snitch!”

“I convinced Oliver to give it to me on the reuse that I wanted to practice during the off season.” Cedric laughed then, a really loud from the belly laugh, and Harry beamed uncontrollably.

“That sounds just like Wood. You’re on for a one on one, then? Even in the dark?”

There was a double meaning behind Cedric’s words, Harry could tell. Smiling shyly, he murmured just loud enough for Cedric to hear, “Some things feel better in the dark.”

Cedric flushed crimson, his cheeks a small splotch of red in the whitewashed arena. And suddenly Harry was struck with the feeling of something changing. There was something in the air he was unfamiliar with; something that brought gooseflesh rising on his skin and his heart hammering against his ribcage like a bird trapped in a wire cage, smashing against its walls in attempts to break free and take flight once more.

Words seemed tedious in that moment. Harry could fathom anything to say that could probably express the wistful, dreamy happiness he felt in that moment. There was nothing he could say that would sum up the way he hadn’t felt this alive in months. So instead, he straddled his broom and, flashing Cedric a wild grin, threw the snitch into the air and surged into the night sky.

Viktor was in awe.

He hadn’t meant to spy, not really, but when he’d come to the Quidditch pitch that night, the only place in all of Hogwarts where he felt truly sane, he’d been astonished to find it wasn’t empty. He’d only meant to watch the two boys for a moment. If only to find out who they were.

But we’ve after he’d recognized Harry’s voice and Cedric’s joyous laugh, Viktor hadn’t been able to look away. The Quidditch pitch had been his place of sanity during his time at Hogwarts, the one thing that kept him firmly seated in his own skin; the only thing that reminded him even vaguely of home.

Some part of him thought he should be angry that his hidden place of sanity had been stolen by others, that the broom clutched against his side was being deprived its nightly flight, but he couldn’t find anything in himself but fascination.

Minutes ticked by in slow motion. Watching Harry and Cedric, Viktor was reminded what he missed most about Quidditch. Not the fame that came with his name, or the roar of the crowd or even the triumph of a win. What he missed most was the raucous practices, his teammates laughing loudly as they jostled each others on their brooms and cracking jokes every other minute.

Watching the two Hogwarts boys, Viktor was lost in the pull of wanting. He wanted to be out there with them. There was a snitch in play, but Viktor could tell the boys were more interested in chasing each other that the small golden orb. And that was almost as alluring as the thought of flying. Viktor was a little enraptured by the ease with which they flew, constantly speeding up of slowing down so they stay within an arm’s reach of each other. Every few moments there was a flash of white in the dark, a grin set aglow by the moon, or a chuckle of absolute delight.

Without thinking, Viktor stepped out of the shadowy corridor he’d been lurking in and made his way unto pitch. For a few moments, he stood close to the stands and watched before either of them noticed him.

It was Harry who noticed first, his eyes widening and his broom shaking in the air and he pulled it into a hard stop. Cedric shot past him, looking confused, before looping back and finding Viktor below as well. Their smiles were gone for the moment, replaced by the downward pull of confused brows, but both their faces still shone with something akin to glee.

The three of them were still for a long moment, watching each other cautiously, before Viktor felt the urge to explain himself.

“I come here at night,” he said quickly, rubbing a nervous hand against the back of his neck, “to fly. I didn’t mean to spy. I did not think anyone would be here.”

Harry and Cedric explained a knowing glance, seeming to have a silent conversation that ended with Harry grinning wildly and Cedric flushing deeply.

“You’ve already got your broom,” Harry called, his voice tinged with nerves. “Would you like to join us?”

A breathe Viktor didn’t realize he’d been holding escaped. He had realized how desperately he wanted them to ask him. Not just because he wanted to fly, but because he wanted to know the other champions. Fleur was pleasant, if a little stiff at times, but Cedric and Harry… Viktor felt a pulled toward them.

He wasn’t entirely sure what it was. Mutual respect? Fascination? Attraction? Maybe it was all of those things. Maybe it was none of them. Maybe it was something far deeper that Viktor simply wasn’t capable of understanding.

In the moment, straddling his broom and taking to the sky with them, Viktor simply didn’t care what it was. He only knew that the homesickness and anxiety over the trials that had been troubling him melted away. The three of them took off after the snitch, and for the first time in weeks Viktor felt himself again.

They raced about for what felt like hours, calling out playful taunts and laughing loudly into the silence of the night. Viktor was amazed by how seamlessly he’d been accepted into their ranks, how easily he seemed to belong with them. For those fleeting moments, Viktor thought they belonged to each other. Three champions who longed to simply be boys. Three boys who longed to be more.

When at least the first tendrils of dawn were beginning to appear on the horizon, there was a silent agreement among them that eventually someone had to win. They were all picking up speed, adding competition into their flight for the first time that night, though Viktor could tell each of them was holding back in their own way.

Cedric’s hand was nearly on the snitch when Harry careened into him, and then there was chain reaction of all of them tumbling over their brooms and flying into the dirt. The impact sent a painful jolt through Viktor’s body. As he came out of his daze, he realized they’d all landed in a row, legs tangled together.

Cedric began to laugh, and when Harry and Viktor turned towards him, he lifted his hand into the air triumphantly, the snitch fluttering weakly in his fingers. And then they were all laughing, deep booming laughs that had them clutching at their stomachs and fighting to keep streams of tears from escaping their eyes. 

Everything was better in the dark. Everything heightened and undeniably alive. The air was crackling with electricity. Their shoulders were touching, their hands reaching out to grasp at each other’s arms. It was as if they need the contact, as if all of them were being pulled together by some invisible force beyond their comprehension.

Viktor was struck in that moment with a feeling of something starting. Something was stirring inside all of them. Something irrevocable, something undeniable. Something that would change everything. And, looking at the broad smiles and shy eyes of the laughing boys sprawled in the dirt beside him, Viktor was glad for it.

Day 20- Happy

The most important lesson Ahsoka learns from Padme is that battle armour is more than the weapons you carry.

rating: g

pairings: none

word count: 2026

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Now that we’re 20 fics in, I just wanted to thank everyone who’s liked and reblogged and commented on them! I wasn’t even sure that I would get this far, but it’s honestly been fun pushing myself to write so much every day. Comments and reblogs make this easier, so thank you. :)

“Senator Amidala,” Ahsoka said, breathless as she entered the office. “Sorry I’m late.”

Padme looked up with a warm smile. “It’s alright, Ahsoka. I’m not quite ready to go yet anyway.”

Ahsoka considered herself lucky that the Senator she’d been assigned to shadow for a day was Padme. She was quick to forgive and understanding of the fact that Ahsoka knew very little about politics. It would make the day go by much faster than if she’d been assigned to someone like Senator Burtoni or Orn Free Taa.

“Please hold still, milady,” her aide said, bending over Padme. She was applying a light red pigment to Padme’s lips and Ahsoka stepped forward, curious. She knew what makeup was, of course, but she’d never seen anyone put it on. It looked more complicated than she’d originally thought- there were several brushes laid out on Padme’s desk, and beside those were more colourful tubes and bottles.

Padme saw her looking. “Normally I do this at home,” she told her, “but today’s debate was moved ahead by an hour, so there wasn’t time.”

“I had no idea that there was so much of it,” Ahsoka commented, scanning the supplies on the desk. She recognized nail polish and lip pigment, but that was all. Did Padme do this every day?

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Based off of a conversation in the VRAINS Discord about Go setting up a stream so the kids from the orphanage can meet Playmaker, and the kids just freak out.

Universe: Canon
Characters: GO Onizuka, Playmaker, unnamed kids
Setting: Link VRAINS
Summary: GO manages to convince Playmaker to join him in a private stream so that the kids from the orphanage can finally meet him. Playmaker is nervous.

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[Fanfiction] Thank You

Strong Woman Do Bong Soon - Slightly Canon Divergence: Do Bong Soon x Ahn Min Hyuk

In this universe, Bong Soon doesn’t work at Ainsoft as game developer because I want to keep their cute relationship free of unprofessional boss-employee trope. And there is no crazy murder kidnapping sub-plot either. Just pure fluffy stuff.

Taking off the watch, Ahn Min Hyuk signs. He debates the idea of working out a sweat and then sleep like a log but decides to hold back until he completes the regression testing of the latest game. The last batch of added new features are going well but he wants to make sure that the established features don’t catch any bug as well.

They are only a week away from the launch of a new game and everyone is in frenzy. He made sure that the cafeteria is open 24/7 and convert two other board rooms into secured napping areas for female employees apart from the usual sleeping corner. But all the catering efforts can’t erase a harsh truth of the gaming industry: his staffs are slowly becoming walking cross-bred between panda and zombie.

So he told everyone to go home today and leave a small team who has not pulled all-nighter stay behind for emergency calls.

He also needs a break from all the office buzz.

Flipping out the cellphone, he is about to set alarm clock for 10:15pm, hoping to catch a short nap before seeing a new message from Bong Soon. His heart swelled at the flashing bright yellow icon but soon flops at the two-sentence message:

“I will stay with grandma for two more nights. I will call you when I get back.”

“Is everything alright? Should I come and pick you up?”

“I know it’s summer but keep warm, don’t sleep in your sleeve-less shirt”

“Send grandma my hello. I will come visit her next week”

Sleep tight Bong Bong!

<3 <3 <3

Looking at the three fluttering heart icons, Min Hyuk lets out another sign. He misses her, really really misses her. He wants to hear her calling him Minmin, wants to see her, hug her and kiss her. But seeing how the messages are unread, she probably deserts the phone somewhere. And he doesn’t want to interrupt her quality time with grandma either. She only gets to see her a few times a year. Not to mention, grandma is sick. Bong Soon could be sick too. And he feels anxious about the possibility.

Tossing the phone on the nearby table, he goes for a shower, hoping to get rid of the murky feeling.

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anonymous asked:

Do you have that gif of Kermit wildly typing on a computer keyboard? Bc I feel like that's Shane Madej writing anons to you whenever you hold these Arm/Butt debates

this is the best ask I’ve ever received

I Fucking Know that Shane Madej is out there, eagerly awaiting the next physical appearance debate so he can spam my inbox voting for Ryan like

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perilous-grey  asked:

Just wanted to say, I think your ColdFlash tattoo is awesome. Do you have other fandom tattoos?

Thank you!

Actually, most of my tattoos have some geek reference. :-)

My first was Seifer’s cross-sword from Final Fantasy VIII on my shoulder blade. Ariel holds it now like an anchor for my larger tattoo span. 

I have Tiamat on my left shoulder, the Dungeons and Dragons version with the 5  chromatic heads to represent fire. 

I have the Little Mermaid on my shoulder blade for water. 

I have the Tree of Life/Yggdrasil down my spine for earth. 

And I have one wing on my right shoulder blade not for Sephiroth but for the one-winged angel theory in Xenogears, which boils down to we are all one-winged angels; we need each other in order to fly. :-) 

I think next I might start getting references for my books down my arms as sleeves. Still debating. :-)

Imagine Sonny taking care of you after you get injured

Imagine Sonny taking care of you after you get injured

“Are you okay?” Sonny asked for the umpteenth time as he wheeled you out the hospital doors and towards your car.

“Yes, Sonny,” You reassured, “I’m still fine, exactly the same as two minutes ago when you asked me the last time.”

“I know. I know.” He sighed, “It just keeps me sane, asking and making sure.”

“Well, I’m going to go insane if you keep on asking.” You chuckled, only to stop as pain vibrated through your torso.

“Are you…” he went to ask, stopping the wheelchair dead and coming over to your side.

“I’m fine.” You stated, trying to be confident but the pain was breaking through your tone as you gripped the armrest.

“Just relax, Y/N.” Sonny pleaded returning to the back of you and beginning to much the chair towards your car again.

“Tell me that after you get shot in two places.” You commented, but complying with his request and snuggling into the chair all the same.

“I’m not recklessness enough to get shot at in two places.” He teased, rubbing your shoulder.

“Watch it,” You warned playfully, “Or you won’t need to be reckless to get shot.”

“I’m pretty sure, I’m good for four weeks.” He smirked, parking you beside the car and coming around to your from, to gesture at your arm which was in a sling.

“I’m coming for you.” You stated, making the pointing gesture with your good arm.

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