cry of fear... again

I am lowkey losing it over the fact that ‘shigeo’ and ‘mob’ now have different meanings like we all know he’s had several different names over the series (white T poison being the most memorable) and while I figured it tied into the identity theme, I didn’t actually think it would mean anything for the plot, not on this scale

Tell me a time Jon smiled more than when he was with the Free Folk, I’ll wait.

anonymous asked:

I really hate to ask it, but could you please write a little thing Jack selling with the reader, his S/O and she faints from exhaustion cause she aint been sleeping due to nightmares that won't leave her alone so she just stopped and he kinda scolds but comforts her and helps/ comforts her again when she wakes back up (from a nightmare) after passing out

“Jack, what’s this word?” You yawned, staring at the paper that had spread ink all over your hands. Reading wasn’t exactly your strong suit, and you had to ask about some of the larger ones. Today was such a long day. The two of you had sold the morning, and the evening edition. Money always got tighter over the summers, when people were less inclined to walk in the hot weather. It was such a hot day out. July felt like such a damn long month when you worked outside, hauling papers.

Your selling partner, and actual partner pulled the paper out of your fingers and looked at it. “Oh, it’s ‘misunderstandin’.” Jack muttered. He handed you the crumpled paper back, which you took with shaking hands. Thankfully, he didn’t notice how they moved. Your entire body was feeling the effects of sleep deprivation, of course. On top of the heat, and scrounging for food. But all the other newsies had to deal with that sort of thing. About a week ago, you’d purged sleeping for as long as you could put it off. The nightmares that had plagued you since you were young, started affecting your sleep. You’d woken up with your bunkmate, Romeo shaking you awake, because you’d started sleep talking. After that, you forced yourself awake each night, to avoid disturbing the others.

The sun was blinding that day. You yanked your hat off and fanned yourself with it, feeling as those you had on too many layers, in reality you didn’t, but the unshakable heat seemed to make you feel sick. “Jack, I ain’t feeling so well.” You hadn’t even wanted to say anything, so the fact that you opened your big, dumb mouth stood as a testament to how terrible you felt. “I think I outta sit d-down, or—” And before you knew it, you hit the pavement, the cement being particularly unkind to your spine. The world around you felt too fast. You heard a faint “(Name)!” Before the comforting darkness consumed you.

People on the streets around the two of you started to stare. Immediately, Jack fell to his knees, abandoning his papers to the ground. “(Name), (Name), stay with me.” he desperately shook your limp shoulders. “Princess, please…” Jack wasted no time scooping you up in his arms, one hand across your back, the other under your knees. As quickly as his legs could go, Jack ran back to the lodging house. Once he made it there, he placed you in your bunk, and after making sure you had no scrapes, bumps, or physical wounds, the tall boy ran off to get you some water.

While he was gone, you had apparently started to call out in your state. Screaming, even. It stirred Jack up from the kitchen, dropping the clear glass on the ground. “(Name)!” Jack hollered, trying to rouse you from your sleep. You cracked your eyes open, looking up at Jack’s soft eyes, laced with panic. The tears welled up too quickly in your eyes, and abruptly flowed out of them. In a heartbeat, Jack’s strong arms were around you. “Shh, you’re okay now.” He assured. Neither of you spoke. You cried. He just held you, and rocked you.

Once, your sobs had ceased to just sniffles, he held you at arms length, and looked you up and down. “Are you okay? What’s been going on, Princess?” Jack asked, staring into your eyes.

Tentatively, you shrugged. Were you ready to open up to him like that? Before you could stop yourself, the words came tumbling from your mouth. “It’s… I’ve been havin’ these nightmares, for a long while, Jack. They’re about my Ma and Da. There was a fire when I was little, and these dreams keep getting worse. I hasn’t been sleepin’, cause Romeo said I started calling out, and I didn’t wanna keep everybody up…” you couldn’t say anymore for fear of crying again.

Jack’s eyes looked hurt. “You can’t just not sleep, (Name). Youse gotta,” he sighed. “I can see the dark circles under your eyes, don’t think I can’t. Look, next time you’re worried about these nightmares, come and get me. I’ll hold ya, like this, and we can talk through it, okay? But you gotta sleep. You’re gonna get hurt this way.”

A weight had been lifted off your shoulders, and you got the chance to release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. “Thank you… God, thank you, Jackie.” You were able to really smile for the first time in days.

“Here, lay down, an’ I’ll stay with ya. No more papers for the day.”

“But Jack, you gotta eat!”

“And youse gotta sleep.”

Gently, he pushed you down onto the mattress. Jack pulled his boots off, and wedged himself into the space beside you. “Wake me up anytime you need to. We’re getting you through this.” He whispered. His arm wrapped itself around your waist.

For the first time in a long time, you felt safe.

anonymous asked:

If you have time could I request the RFA (maybe Saeran if you can) coming home and MC is crying because of anger like she is super mad that she broke something or she can't fix something? I cry very easily from anger and I was wondering their reaction. (Sorry for bad English)

(sorry late answer)
You’re fine don’t worry, although I didn’t write Saeran because I couldn’t think of anything his s/o could break that would mean anything to him, I just felt like he wouldn’t really care u_u
And Zen’s is pretty short because ehh I don’t know what he could own that would mean something important to him idk
Aaand I haven’t written in a while, so it’s probably not great + I wrote the first two a while ago compared to the rest so they have a different format and length hh it’s a mess :I

Yoosung :

  • would be just as much of an emotional mess as his s/o when he comes through the door and sees them cry
  • he would rush to his s/o’s side and asks them what’s wrong as he gently rubs their shoulders and tries his best not to cry
  • when s/o points at the keyboard on the desk – his expensive keyboard specifically designed to play video games – and explains they accidentally knocked their coffee all over it and ended up breaking it, Yoosung feels an immense wave of relief taking over him; he was already expecting the worst; for them to be in pain or dying, but thankfully a broken keyboard was a far less important problem
  • after a sigh, he’d give them a slight smile and hold them in his arms, reassuring them that it was okay, that Seven could always repair it, that he wasn’t angry at them and they shouldn’t be angry either
  • if they were still upset, he’d try to comfort them by telling them of all the times he dropped soda on his keyboard or went to take a shower with his headphones on because he forgot to remove them; he wanted them to understand it happened a lot of times to him too and it was okay

Zen :

  • his first instinct as he sees his s/o cry is to hold their chin to look into their eyes and wipe their tears away because he hates seeing them cry, but as he does so, they avoid his gaze and persistently look at the floor
  • he’s a little sad at their actions and immediately thinks he’s done something wrong, like he forgot a date or came home from work too late and he starts apologizing as he begs them to stop crying
  • but then, his s/o shakes their head and shows him the soggy pile of fan mail wrapped in a towel
  • At this, he can only look surprised, seeing as he wasn’t expecting this to be the reason of their tears, meanwhile, they apologize through their sobs and Zen tries to calm them down. His hand rubbing their back and promising them that it’s okay and it’s nothing to worry about, that he knows it was an accident and they tried their best to fix everything; after hearing all this, they stop crying and he gives them the warmest hug he can.
  • He’s honestly not very upset about this, of course his fans are important to him and he’s always so touched by the letters they send him, but he also knows that nothing is more important to him than his s/o and their well being; and he would never want them to think he could get upset at them – no matter what they did.

Jaehee :

  • her s/o knew how rare this dvd of Zen was, and how much Jaehee cherished it; and that’s why they were even more upset and wary of Jaehee’s reaction
  • when Jaehee woke up after hearing a strange sound, she noticed her s/o wasn’t in bed and got up. As she walked in the living room, she was surprised to see the scene in front of her; the pastel colored sky could be seen through the windows, there was a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses on the table as well as a tray of pastries, fruits and pancakes, the familiar smell of coffee and freshly baked goods wafted around the apartment and sitting on the couch was her s/o.
  • Before she could smile at the sweet attention, she noticed her s/o’s shoulders were trembling and Jaehee was immediately alarmed at this sight as she remembered the noise that had startled her; she circled the couch and saw tears streaming down her s/o’s cheeks as they held broken pieces of a disk in their hands
  • Seeing this, she didn’t pay attention to the broken shards and instead worriedly checked her s/o’s hands for any deep cut or any wound caused from the accident. After making sure they were unharmed, she gently asked why they were crying if they weren’t hurt. They guiltily showed Jaehee the box of the dvd and started apologizing endlessly.
  • Jaehee was sad as she looked at the broken pieces of her most prized possession, but she didn’t think it was bad enough to cry over it and ruin such a sweet morning; she gathered the shards and set them aside before sitting next to her s/o and holding their waist, reassuring them it was nothing important and that she had made 3 copies of the dvd anyway; she was much more interested in enjoying a delicious breakfast with her s/o than watching a dvd she already knew by heart.

Jumin :

  • Jumin wasn’t one to care about material things as they could always be replaced; but if they had a sentimental value, then it was a different matter and his s/o could only angrily blame themselves as they stared at the broken picture frame on the ground. 
  • They had accidentally bumped into the small table of the living room while they were playing with Elizabeth and the frame had fallen to the ground, the glass shattering in pieces and the picture, a photo of V, Rika and Jumin in happier times;  had been scratched by the shards and was left with a few white lines over their smiling faces.
  • Despite their anger and their tears blurring their vision, they cleaned up the glass on the floor to make sure Elizabeth wouldn’t walk on it but they couldn’t clean the scratches on the picture and as they thought of how irreplaceable this item was, because of how old the picture was and how precious the memory it held must be to Jumin, they felt even more upset with themselves and how powerless they were to fix their mistake.
  • Jumin came home from work to a crying s/o, holding their head in their hands while Elizabeth looked at them, rubbing her face against their arm as an attempt to comfort them. 
  • He quickly approached his s/o and before he could ask why they were crying, he noticed the photo on the table and recognized it as the one who was always on the small table in the corner of the room. As he saw the glassless frame on the table and the scratches on the picture, he could guess what had happened without asking.
  • With an almost fond smile, he sat by his s/o and kissed their forehead, laughing a little at how upset they were for something that didn’t mean much to him anymore. He took their hands in his and told them he had been thinking of removing the picture, seeing as it brought a bitter taste in his mouth to look at it now, but had never had the courage to do so; that he didn’t want to think of those times any longer and that if anything, he was happy at the opportunity this gave him to finally have a picture of him, his s/o and V on that table, as it would mean more to him than the older picture ever did.

707 : (post 707’s good ending I guess? Kinda?)

  • If they had broken anything else; one of his figure, or a computer, or his headphones, or even one of his toys; it would have been fine and replaceable and Seven wouldn’t have even cared but no.. They had to break the floppy disk which held the only pictures he had of Saeran. 
  • They knew he wouldn’t have made a copy on his computer, in fear that someone could find them and put Saeran in danger. They couldn’t even blame anyone but themselves for stepping on it, even though Seven’s house was a mess and he had left the floppy disk lying around on the floor, they still thought they should have been more careful and none of this would have happened.
  • And now they had to sit there, waiting for him to come back because they had no idea how to fix this – if it could even be fixed – and google wasn’t really helping since no one had really tried fixing a floppy disk since the early 2000. This left them even more upset as they started to doubt that anything could be done about this.
  • Seven came back half an hour later, and his s/o – upon hearing the door speak in Arabic – started crying again as their frustration and fear rose again, knowing they had to tell him now what had happened. He walked in and looked at his s/o, whose eyes were red and puffy, and made an over-dramatic gasp, dropping the box he had in his hands and sprinted to his s/o before letting himself fall on top of them, the couple falling backwards on the sofa. 
  • He asked why they were crying and as they quietly admitted breaking the floppy disk, he answered with a simple ‘I know’ and told them he had seen it on the camera feed on his phone. He looked to the side and his s/o felt even worse than they did before until he smirked and started tickling them, asserting that their punishment would be to endure the tickle-torture for an indefinite amount of time.
  • His s/o tried to make him stop to understand why he wasn’t that affected by the loss of those pictures of Saeran, and he looked mischievously at the box he had dropped earlier; running to pick it up, he held with a triumphant smile a dozen of pictures he had just taken with his brother, most of them in goofy photobooths where you can add stickers and texts on the pictures, and most of them with a sulking Saeran glaring at a laughing Saeyoung. 
  • He explained that, after seeing the broken floppy disk, he had a good excuse to drag his brother with him to take pictures together and that these pictures felt more real than the ones of Saeran as a child, because this time, they were together.

anonymous asked:

For the OTP challenge thing: Number 15 (so hard to decide) RivaEre, please? Thanks a lot! <3

((send me a number and get some v sloppy and low quality smut hhhhh sorry)) 

#15 - sweet and passionate

“Look at you, so adorable,” Levi coos, his eyes full of fondness as he cradles Eren’s face in his hands. “My little darling, I’m gonna eat you up.”

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Zach Werenski #1

Anonymous said: Can you write a zach werenski imagine about anything you want

A/N: so basically i watched the game where zach got injured and then after that i started to watch his highlights and now i’m defs a fan, reagardless i hope you all like this little imagine :) sorry it got pretty long 

Word Count: 2,417

It was late into the second period, and time was only ticking by with a single goal lead. The Jackets were playing well but you were biased and your eyes were trained on one number on the ice, the one that matched the number on the jersey that was on your own back. The puck had turned back into the Jackets zone, you watched as Zach went up against Phil Kessel - body in position to block whatever shot was coming for him. 

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What If Percy Didn’t Catch Annabeth in Time?

The chamber groaned. The Athena Parthenos tilted to one side. Its head caught on one of Arachne’s support cables, but the marble foundation under the pedestal was crumbling. Nausea swelled in Annabeth’s chest. If the statue fell into the chasm, all her work would be for nothing. Their quest would fail. 

“Secure it!” Annabeth cried. Her friends understood immediately.

“Zhang!” Leo cried. “Get me to the helm, quick! The coach is up there alone.” Frank transformed into a giant eagle, and the two of them soared toward the ship. Jason wrapped his arm around Piper. He turned to Percy.

“Back for you guys in a sec.” He summoned the wind and shot into the air. 

“This floor won’t last!” Hazel warned. “The rest of us should get to the ladder.”

Plumes of dust and cobwebs blasted from holes in the floor. The spider’s silk support cables trembled like massive guitar strings and began to snap. Hazel lunged for the bottom of the rope ladder and gestured for Nico to follow, but Nico was in no condition to sprint.

Percy gripped Annabeth’s hand tighter. “It’ll be fine,” he muttered.

Looking up, she saw grappling lines shoot from the Argo II and wrap around the statue. One lassoed Athena’s neck like a noose. Leo shouted orders from the helm as Jason and Frank flew frantically from line to line, trying to secure them.

Nico had just reached the ladder when a sharp pain shot up Annabeth’s bad leg. She gasped and stumbled.

“What is it?” Percy asked. She tried to stagger toward the ladder. Why was she moving backward instead? Her legs swept out from under her and she fell on her face.

“Her ankle!” Hazel shouted from the ladder. “Cut it! Cut it!”

Annabeth’s mind was woolly from the pain. Cut her ankle?

Apparently Percy didn’t realize what Hazel meant either. Then something yanked Annabeth backward and dragged her toward the pit. Percy lunged, but unfortunately, he couldn’t get to her in time. Annabeth was dragged across the floor, towards the pit. She flung her arms wildly, trying to find something to grab onto, but there was nothing. Annabeth sobbed as she hit the edge of the pit. Her legs went over the side. Too late, she realized what was happening: she was tangled in the spider silk. She should have cut it away immediately. She had thought it was just loose line, but with the entire floor covered in cobwebs, she hadn’t noticed that one of the strands was wrapped around her foot — and the other end went straight into the pit. It was attached to something heavy down in the darkness, something that was pulling her in. 

Annabeth’s strength was gone. She slipped over the edge.

“ANNABETH!” She heard Percy, his voice laced with desperation. Her body slammed into something. She must have blacked out briefly from the pain. When she could see again, she realized that she’d fallen partway into the pit and was dangling over the void. She had somehow managed to grab a ledge, about fifteen feet below the top of the chasm. She looked up, and there was Percy, thrusting his hand out to her although he was much too far away to help.

“Annabeth! Gods, just..just hold on!” He said, with watery eyes. He turned away from her and yelled for the others, calling for help. His voice was lost in the general shouting.
No escape, said a voice in the darkness below. I go to Tartarus, and you will come too.

Annabeth wasn’t sure if she actually heard Arachne’s voice or if it was just in her mind. The pit shook. She was holding onto a ledge barely about the size of a bookshelf, and the pull on her leg was much too strong. It felt like her leg was pulling free of her body. Pain washed everything in red. The force of the Underworld tugged at her like dark gravity. She didn’t have the strength to fight. She knew she was too far down to be saved.

“Percy,” she croaked, “You can’t pull me up.”

Percy shook his head furiously, as if rejecting to believe that this was happening, that this was reality and there was nothing he could do. “No! I can! Hold on! Frank, Jason, Hazel…SOMEONE HELP HER!” He turned towards her again, now crying. His face was white with fear and desperation. She could see in his eyes that he knew it was hopeless.

Annabeth stamped his face in her mind, wondering if this was the last time she’d ever get to see him again. His face was gaunt, scraped and bloody, his hair dusted with cobwebs, but when he locked eyes with her, she thought he had never looked more handsome. She managed to give him a weak smile, with tears pouring out of her own eyes.

“I’ll see you on the other side,” she said, “I promise. We’ll be together again.” She knew that she was making an empty promise, she would never be able to return. Tartarus was almost always a one-way trip.

Percy widened his eyes, and she could sense he was close to completely falling apart. “Annabeth…” his voice sounded like broken glass, and the shards pierced her heart.

She saw the sunlight far, far above — maybe the last sunlight she would ever see. She looked at Percy’s face once more, and then let go of the tiny ledge, closing her eyes and falling into eternal darkness.

Percy yelled, starting to jump down the chasm, but someone grabbed him. “LET ME GO!” He was yelling, his voice completely distraught. He struggled against the giant claws that had flew him off the floor–Frank in eagle form. He was dropped aboard the ship, and as the Argo II flew away at top speed, Percy yelled her name over and over again, sobbing louder than ever, and attempting to jump off the ship to go and try to save her. Jason and coach Hedge had had to tie him to the mast to stop him.

He couldn’t believe it, all these years of hardship, all this time of trying to be with her, only for the Fates to snatch her away from him, so unfairly, so brutally–and probably for good.
The gods had done it. They had broken Percy Jackson.

“Idiot, I just want to kiss you.” A Fierrochase oneshot

yo so I wrote some fierrochase angst that’s mixed with fluff I guess idk I just wrote and it felt gREAT so here it is. also


Magnus awoke from his unusual peaceful sleep to the sound of a scream.
Typical, he thought at first, and he was abut to fall back asleep when he thought about where the scream had come from.
Magnus got out of bed, walked across the hall, and knocked on Alex Fierro’s door. When there was no answer, he cracked the door slightly open, surprised to find it unlocked, and whispered:
There was a muffled response that sounded like either “come in” or “go away,” and while normally Magnus wouldn’t take his chances with Alex, he decided to quietly enter the room and shut the door behind him.
He walked into Alex’s bedroom, and the first two things he noticed about Alex was that he was a male at the moment, and that he was sobbing into his pillow.
Magnus felt his heart crack as he looked at the crying Alex.
“I…uh…I heard you scream. Nightmares again?” Magnus asked tentatively as he slowly walked to the edge of the bed.
Alex sat up and looked at Magnus, his face red and wet from the crying.
“I’m fine,” he said.
Magnus lowered his eyebrows in an unamused way and Alex pulled the blanket over his head.
“Alex, you seem to be forgetting that while I may not be the super-smart-nerd that my cousin is, I’m a very perceptive person. If I can tell what your gender is before you even speak to me, I think I can tell when you’re fine or not.”
Alex peeked out from under the blanket. Then he sat up, wiped his eyes, and, taking a deep and shaky breath, he reached out for Magnus, not daring to meet Magnus’s eyes.
Magnus took his hand and climbed into the bed.
“I…I j-just…” was all Alex could say before collapsing into sobs again.
Magnus ignored the little voice in the back of his mind that said “PHYSICAL CONTACT IS BAD AND SCARY!” as he wrapped his arms around Alex and rested his head on Alex’s shoulder.
Magnus and Alex laid down in the bed together, the only sounds Alex’s occasional gasping breath.
When Alex calmed down, he moved off of Magnus and when he turned to look at Magnus, they were both nose-to-nose.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” Magnus asked.
“Okay,” Magnus said, moving his hand just a tad so it was barely touching up against Alex’s hand.
Alex took a shaking breath before saying, “I’m okay now, you can go back to your room.”
But Magnus had already taken Alex’s hand and interlocked their fingers, and Alex hadn’t made any movement that would insinuate that he wanted to let go.
“I don’t want to leave you like this.”
“What, a pathetic, sobbing mess?”
“No, I don’t want to leave you sad.”
Alex and Magnus stared at each other, their eyes sparkling at the sight of each other.
Before he could weigh the pros and cons, Magnus closed his eyes and moved his head forward and kissed Alex.
When the couple broke apart, tears sprang up in Alex’s eyes.
“You do know that I’m a guy right now, right?”
Magnus almost reminded Alex that is was him who kissed him while covered in chocolate while he (Alex) had been a male.
Magnus couldn’t stop the small smile that spread across his face.
“Idiot, I just want to kiss you.”
Alex began crying again, but it was different than the fearful sobbing from earlier.
Magnus pulled Alex closer and the two kissed again. When they broke apart for second time, Alex rolled away from Magnus and laid on his back.
“I don’t cuddle, Chase,” he said, staring up at the ceiling. “I need some space, Chase.”
Magnus reached out his hand trying to find Alex’s.
“That’s not what you were thinking a minute ago when we were kissing,” Magnus remarked while grinning.
Alex jabbed Magnus’s knee with his ankle.
“Shut up, Maggie,” Alex said as he took Magnus’s hand. Soon, the einherjar fell asleep, and no nightmares haunted them.
When morning dawned, Alex and Magnus woke up to find themselves practically wrapped around each other, their noses touching and their arms wrapped around each other.
Neither of them knew that T.J. had snuck in early in the morning and snapped a picture of Magnus and Alex intertwined with each other, and he was now sharing it with Mallory, Halfborn, Sam, Blitz, and Hearth. Everyone—including Magnus and Alex—shared one thought:

I wrote a short fic again, haha. Have some Iromatsu.

Ichimatsu woke up feeling slightly unwell. His stomach hurt a bit, but not too much to be worried about it.

His eyes started to adjust to the darkness and he noticed that Osomatsu, Karamatsu and Todomatsu were missing. Todomatsu was probably with his friend Atsushi, Osomatsu could be gambling and Karamatsu was probably sitting on the roof, looking at the starts or something.

But Ichimatsu couldn’t care less. The only thing he cared about right now was that his stomach hurt and that he needed to pee real badly. He decided to head towards the bathroom.

When he arrived in front of the small bathroom of the house, he noticed how the door was slightly ajar, a faint stream of light shining through the small gap between the door and the wall.

Again, Ichimatsu didn’t care. He was just about to fully open the door, as he heard a quiet but violent sob, followed by coughing.
Who could this be? He couldn’t recognize the voice. It was a darker voice, so maybe.. Karamatsu? Oh god, please not. He just wanted to piss not deal with his crying, painful brother. At least not at three am.

“Fuck it..”, he said to himself as he opened the door. “Shittymatsu, I gotta piss, can you –“ Ichimatsu paused. He sounded angrier than he intended.
“E-eh? Oh, sorry. Y-yeah, I-I..” “Fuck, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that.”, Ichimatsu said.

Something was off. Of course he had seen Karamatsu cry before but this time was different. Something about his expression? Or the way he sounded? Or the way he was… shaking?

“N-no, it’s o-okay, I’ll.. l-leave..”, Karamatsu sobbed, face pale, hands shaking, as he got up. Tears didn’t stop streaming down his face, no matter how often he tried to wipe them away with his sleeve.

“A-ah.. Um..”, Ichimatsu stuttered. What should he do? He had never seen Karamatsu – or any of his brothers – like this. “W-what happened?”, Ichimatsu asked.

Karamatsu didn’t answer, he just kept sobbing as he tried to look at Ichimatsu. Tears were dripping from his chin, onto his clothes and the ground. He honestly looked like a little child.

“C-come on, s-sit down again.. I can wait.. Uh…”
Ichimatsu walked over to his older brother, taking his hand. “It- Uh, it’s okay, I guess…”, he whispered, as he forced Karamatsu to sit down again.

‘Fuck, what do I do?’, Ichimatsu thought. 'Should I just leave him? What the hell is his deal anyway?!’

“Stop crying.”, Ichimatsu said. He meant it in a soft, comforting way, but it didn’t come out like it at all. “E-eh?”, Karamatsu asked. “I – I’m s-sorry, I don’t w-want to c-cry..”, he sobbed, covering his face with his hands. His sobs started to sound more violent.

“H-hey..”, Ichimatsu said. Oh god, how should he handle this.
“I didn’t mean.. it like that..” Karamatsu slightly nodded. “W-what’s, uh.., what’s wrong? D-do you want to tell… me?”

“I-is it r-really okay?”, Karamatsu asked. Ichimatsu nodded.
Actually, it was not okay, he didn’t to hear it, he hated Karamatsu. He… Did he hate him? He was his brother.

“I-I had a n-nightmare.. Everyb-body abandoned m-m-me and I-I was-” He hiccuped and sobbed again. “I was left alone.. A-and everything w-w-was dark a-and scary..”
Ichimatsu didn’t know what to answer.

“I-I know.. it’s s-stupid but… I just.. don’t…” Suddenly his voice went hoarse. Maybe from crying so much. “Don’t want t-t-to be l-left al-lone.. I w-want to matter..”

Ichimatsu still had no idea what to say. Or what to do. He wanted to run away from this situation as fast as possible.

“S-sorry, I… I’m s-sorry, this i-is so.. I – I don’t e-even k-know if I’m m-making sense…”, Karamatsu whispered. “It’s… it’s okay..”, Ichimatsu managed to say.

“D-do you, uh… want a hug, or something?” Karamatsu nodded. “Oh, uh.. Okay..” It looked a bit awkward but somehow Ichimatsu managed to softly embrace his crying brother.

“We, uh.. won’t abandon you… Nii-san…”, he whispered. “I know, i-it’s just.. hard to b-believe sometimes..”
“I’m sorry.”, Ichimatsu said, barely audible. God, how horrible had he been the past years?

Karamatsu had a hard time calming down but eventually he stopped crying. His breath was still shaky, just like his legs.

“D-do you.. want to go to sleep again? Or do you.. maybe want to.. you know, stay up?”
Karamatsu shook his head. “I don’t know…”  “Maybe sleep would be the best. You can.. wake me if you have another nightmare, I guess…”

Karamatsu nodded. “Thank you, Ichimatsu..” “N-no problem, I think.. We’re.. brothers..” Karamatsu smiled at his younger brother. “It’s still something different when you’re.. nice to me.”
“Yeah, I don’t.. hate you, Karamatsu.”, Ichimatsu said. Wow, this was embarrassing, wasn’t it?

“Uh.. thank you..”, Karamatsu whispered. “Hey, don’t cry again!” “I’m sorry!”, he said, biting his lip, as tears welled up in his eyes once again.

But he didn’t cry out of fear and sadness this time. He was just overwhelmed. “I’m sorry, Ichimatsu, I can’t help it.”, he whispered, a small smile on his face. “It’s.. okay. But now I really gotta pee.”

Enouement- 13

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: ~1400

Warnings: Pregnancy and birth.

Master    Part 12

Originally posted by captianwintersoldier

He’d been across the sea when Wanda called. He hadn’t wanted to be, honestly, but duty had called- and by duty, he meant Fury- and he, Steve, Clint and Sam had been sent on a recon mission to retrieve some hostages on a boat in the Pacific. The com in his ear buzzed with Sam’s voice as he landed on the deck and told Clint it was safe to drop Bucky and Steve off, and seconds later the both of them were tumbling through the air and onto the deck beside Sam.

He had just round-house kicked an agent in the face when the com buzzed again, but this time it was the voice of someone who was on the other side of the sea. “Bucky, it’s time!” Wanda’s voice was loud and she was panting, and Bucky’s adrenaline spiked.

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You to me are everything - Gabriel x Reader

My first ever one shot hope you guys like :) a bit of Gabriel fluff :)

from my imagine

“Hey Gabe” you say smiling sweetly,

He lowers his book to the table in the bunker library sighing

“See that right there is enough to strike fear into the heart of my father let alone a poor angel like myself” his golden eyes meeting y/e/c ones.

“What?” You ask, a frown covering your face, your bright smile now gone.

“You’re being nice” he states leaning forward resting his elbows on his knees staring you down. “And you my dear ms y/l/n are not a nice person” he said summoning a sucker and putting it in his mouth

Hurt flashes across your face, he thinks you’re not nice? You’ve always been nice to him, in all honesty you’ve always had a big crush on Gabriel and loved spending time with him. Hurt suddenly replaced by anger you snapped back at him

“Screw you archangel! I am a nice person, and you can kiss my as…..” you don’t get to finish your insult as he’s now laughing at you.

“Told you you weren’t nice!” He replies, causing tear to begin to sting the backs of your eyes warning you of their arrival.

“Fuck you Gabriel!” You say harshly, storming out of the library and making your way to your room. Ignoring Gabriel’s calls.

Tear flow freely as you reach your room. It was one of the more simple rooms in the bunker but you were so happy to have a place to call home. A few photos and books were the only thing in the room that was personally yours but it was the first time in a long time you felt you’d belonged and happy. At least until now.

You lay on your pillow tears silently flowing,  you were never one for crying but you’d essentially just had your heart broken by an angel, you thought you were entitled to a bit of a cry.

You’d normally have gone to Sam, your best friend and the one person who knew about your feelings for Gabriel. But he was out of town with Dean on a hunt and you were stuck here.

You dried your eyes and thought back the the conversation with Gabe,  maybe you over reacted…you and Gabriel often teased each other maybe he thought this was no different. So why did you feel it was? You’d gone to him to ask for his help in something you thought he’d enjoy, only to be greeted by him saying he didn’t think you were a nice person. It hurt.

A light knock at your door brought you back to the real world. You knew it was him, there was no one else here, and you couldn’t ignore him…you weren’t 5 years old.

Sighing you say the door is open, knowing his hearing would pick up your quiet voice. He enters the room looking sad and confused, you feel silly instantly.

“Hey sugar….I’m sorry, you know I didn’t mean what I said right?” He says sitting next to you on your bed without touching you

You don’t look at him, you can’t out of fear you’ll cry again. You shrug in reply

“Oh y/n, hey I was just teasing!  I’m sorry I upset you, you know me - trickster- I’m always messing around” he puts his arm around you, you lean into him like you always do, smiling to yourself.

“So why’d you come to see me anyway sugar lips?” He said smirking down at you as your head was on his shoulder. You smile at his little nickname for you.

“I wanted to ask if you’d help me come up with a prank for April fools day for Dean and Sammy” you say looking up at him. He grins

“Oh y/n you didn’t even have to ask” he kisses you forehead and you sigh, your heart beating faster at the contact. Gabriel froze in place. “You ok? Your heart rate’s increasing a bit there”

Your eyes fly open and you pull away from him, saying you’re fine.

“Look at me” he says shifting closer to you, you keep your eyes on the floor. “Y/n look at me” he hooks his finger under you chin pulling you head to face him so you snap your eyes shut.

Sighing in frustration he whispers “open your eyes beautiful”

He’s never called you that before. You slowly lift you eye lids and meet his. Swallowing nervously. He moves his fingers from your chin and moves them to cup your cheek tenderly. Almost painfully slowly he leans in and brushes his lips over yours, barely touching you before he pulls back to look at you. Your eyes flutter open again as they’d closed when he leaned in. He looked into your eyes as if searching for something. He suddenly dips his head again and captured you lips. You return the kiss eagerly, push closer to him wanting to feel every inch of him.

After a few minutes Gabriel pulls back resting his head on yours breathing heavily.  Smiling down at you.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me sugar?” He asks you stoking you cheek

“You’re kidding right?” You laugh “Archangel” you said pointing at him, then pointing at yourself “human, what the hell would you ever see in me?” You ask looking up at him waiting for him to come to his senses and fly away.

“You are everything y/n, you are everything to me” he whispers kissing you again.

“Y/n we’re home, you seen the pain in the ass ang…OH HELL NO!” Dean shouted in shock from the open door, he began stalking off to find his brother yelling “SAM!” as he went.

You giggle looking at Gabriel who finally released your lips when her heard Dean walk away. 

“How about we start planning our April fools tricks Mr Trickster? I think Dean needs to be punished for the interruption” you smirk

“Oh sugar I love the way you think” he smiles capturing your lips once more.


Originally posted by wonhontology

Genre: Fluff/Angst 

Warnings: There will be explicit scenes in the near future. 

A/N: Hello my loves! I’m sorry for delaying my updates, college has been kicking me in the butt. Nonetheless, I want to say thank you to everyone that has been reading and pushing that heart button below. You don’t know how much it means to me to know that you guys are reading this small idea of mine. Also, I apologize ahead if I keep doing it, but college is really not nice to me right now. lol I love you all x

P.S. I think it’s better if I start setting a schedule, so I’ll try to post every Monday or Tuesday. ;) 


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Shoot me, not >> Yongguk, You (Part 3)

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“Who are you?”

The question rang in her ears firmly and strong. Her heart dropped, not knowing what to do. Did she trust Yongguk?

Hell no…

He was one of Himchan’s men. Himchan wouldn’t let her live like this. He would kill her and enjoy the sight.

But something went wrong. Yongguk didn’t kill her and he was hiding her in his apartment. Yongguk made her curious about him. Why did he go against Himchan’s orders?

Turning around, Y/N smiled at him innocently. “Teenager curiosity, haven’t you heard of it?”

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Calum Hood Imagine

One of our own

Calum was good with children… but babies were a different story. He always panicked when they started to cry and made a quick getaway whenever he could. It was something he was always scared of, having a baby of his own, he was afraid he’d be a horrible father… but I guess we were going to find out soon.

I sat in Calum and I’s living room, holding my best friend, Y/B/F/N, 2 month old baby boy. He was sleeping, so peacefully, considering the noise of the people who crowded the house. Christmas lunch was happening and I had yet to give Calum his present, but I had to be sure.

“Cal,” I turned to him and placed the little bundle into his arms. “Hold, Jay for a seconds please. I have to go check on the food.”

“But, babe…” Calum started to panic, little Jay starting to squirm, sensing Calum’s nerves.

“You’ll be fine. I’ll be like 5 minutes.” I said grabbing my friend and making sure it was just Cal and the boy left in the living room.

“What are you doing?” Y/B/F whispered, slightly panicked.

“I have to make sure he’s fine with babies.” I said walking into the kitchen.

“Why?” She looked like she was ready to run back. “And why my baby?”

“Because…” I smiled at her. “We may be expecting one sooner or later.”

That stopped her panicking and turned into pure joy. Squealing and jumping, she flew into my arms as we laughed.

“Oh god. Our children are going to wreak havoc. Together… just like we did.” She laughed.

All of a sudden, a scream cut through us. Jay was crying and I knew all the boys were panicking.

“Just let Calum try. Please.” I pleaded, even as we walked towards the lounge room without making ourselves known.

“Shhh, buddy.” Calum said standing, patting the tiny bundle on the back softly, looking around in panic. “Come on, it’s okay.”

“He’ll be fine. I know he will be.” I prayed, still watching Calum and Jay.

“Dude, does he need to be changed?” Ashton asked still sitting, beer in his hand.

“Oh god, I hope not.” Calum turned to them.

“Or maybe he’s hungry?” Luke offered.

“Well I don’t exactly have boobs to feed him do I?” Calum said sarcastically.

Y/B/F and I tried not to laugh out loud, panicked Calum meant sarcastic Calum, and it was kinda funny.

“Just shut up, Michael. Don’t say a word.” Calum turned from Michael’s smug face, meaning he was about to say something to really put Calum into a panic. “Shhh, you’re okay. Shhh, your mummy should be back soon.”

Jay hadn’t stopped crying through the whole thing, Calum still slightly bouncing him, soft pats on his back. Calum looked to be whispering to Jay now, softly into his left ear that was slightly covered by his beanie.

Somehow, whatever Calum was saying to Jay, he was calming down. Calum began to smile as he kept speaking… it was only when Calum got a little louder that we all realised that he was singing to little Jay. Calum’s soothing voice carried the words of Blink-182’s “I Miss You” through the quiet lounge room. Slowly Jay quietened down, relaxed into Calum’s chest and fell back to sleep, but Calum didn’t stop singing, for fear the tiny bundle would start to cry once again.

“I told you he’d be fine.” I said loudly enough for the boys to realise Y/B/F and I were standing in front of them.

“Where have you two been?” Calum whispered quickly.

“Watching you.” I said walking towards him. “Watching how good of a father you are truly going to be when ours get here.”

“What?” Calum stopped moving. “When what gets here?”

“Cal… I’m pregnant.” I whispered as I smile up at the man I had been in love with for 4 years now.

“I’m gonna be a dad?” he looked like he was going to cry.

“Yeah,” I nodded my head, crying myself.

Calum handed Jay to Y/B/F quickly and carefully, turning to me and grabbing my hands.

“Are you sure?” He asked

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I smiled.

“I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” Calum yelled, causing the boys to cheer and Jay to wake up again.

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My girlfriend really needs help and I can’t afford her meds and now she’s been having seizures without them (she is epileptic and has chronic fatigue syndrome) and I feel so guilty. She can’t function and is crying all the time out of fear of seizing again. Paying for my moms funeral drained all the money I had. If anyone would be willing to donate anything to help her it would help her so much.

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