does that mean hes home

It’s an Older Sibling Thing (Part 2): Please Come Home

Characters: Dean Winchester x Friend!Reader, Sam Winchester x Friend!Reader

Length: 1544+ words

TW: Descriptions of Injuries. Character death. Just sadness and angst all over (I made myself cry writing this tbh)

A/N: There was so many interest in a Part 2, and at first I wasn’t going to write one, but after my exam yesterday, I got into a flow of writing it, and I finished it! Hope you guys like it! Feedback is encouraged!

Part 1

“What the hell, Dean?!” Sam shouted. He had given his older brother the silent treatment from the moment they left the motel weeks ago. But seeing Dean, relaxing on the couch, with a beer in hand, not even fazed that he had kicked out one of their closest friend irked Sam to no end. “What did you say to her?!”

The oldest Winchester rolled his eyes, crossing his arms in defiantly. “I didn’t say anything that wasn’t true.”

“Why’d she leave?”

“Beats me.” Dean shrugged, taking another gulp of his drink.

“She said she understands why you kicked her out,” Sam said in a more quieter tone, changing his tactics.

“Good. At least she knows she was a selfish-” 

“Dean!” Sam exclaimed, shocked that his brother would say such things about someone who they were close friends with.

“How can you not be angry?” Dean asked. “Because of her, you were hurt, Sam! It’s my job to protect you, and she was in the way of that.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that?” 

Dean scoffed.

“She didn’t tell the demons anything. You think the demons haven’t picked up a few things from us?”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Dean asked, his eyes narrowing in curiosity.

“They only kidnapped Y/N for her phone. They used the same tactic as we do when we’re tracking someone- all you need is a phone number.”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Yea. You fucked up, Dean. Whatever you said to her, you fucked up.”


“No. Fix this, Dean. I was my sister back.” Sam shook his head, walking away to his room. 

“Sist- What?”

The hazel-eyed man stopped, turning his slightly around to look at his brother’s confused face. “She’s always been family to us- to me at least. And you kicking her out like that doesn’t change that.” 

“Dammit,” Dean cursed under his breath, watching his younger brother walk away. “Fuck.” He closed his eyes tightly, trying to think of ways to fix his mess.

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anonymous asked:

oh my gosh i love your writing so much? i always look forward to seeing more of it on my dash ;u; !! would you maybe think about doing a neighbor kihyun if you have time please? i'd love to see you write it asfdpih (also i hope school isn't stressing you out too much and that you are getting enough rest and you time)

find neighbor!wonho (here) ~!

  • is picky about everything, but in a good way. like he wants to keep everything pretty and organized
  • labels his containers
  • likes his pinks, yellows, and whites. that’s what his color scheme is from his white sheets to his pink toothbrush to his yellow curtains
  • “jooheon i know that this is a gift with the best intentions, but you know my thing is stripes. im not a polka dot person. im sorry, i just am not. but ill accept these slippers anyway because i love you”
  • likes to get sewing tips from the old lady down the hall
  • nags at kids who make too much noise in front of the building and he’s always going on about respect and being polite 
  • but once he saw a cockroach in his bathtub and yelled so loud he woke up the entire floor  
  • isn’t afraid to admit that he thinks stuffed animals are cute and therefore has a giant moomin on his bed. it’s cute and yes he hugs it at night 
  • takes care of his skin so well he gets compliments from everyone because he glows like the people down at the grocery are just like omg what products do you use and kihyun will gladly share his tips. he’s a sweetheart 
  • you know kihyun because like well who doesn’t????? the kids call him uncle kihyun because he’s always scolding them and the older people refer to him as the prince of your apartment complex because he’s always dressed so fancy and does his hair well
  • but on the off-chances that you’ve seen him you haven’t ever talked with him or caught his attention
  • mostly because you’re always in a rush to get to work/school. like you’re not a morning person, but kihyun seems just dandy in the morning and you’re like how
  • and it’s on one morning that you find yourself particularly messy because you stayed up all night to finish a long paper and you forgot that you had an interview later in the afternoon but you had no time to get ready
  • so you managed to put on a decent interview outfit, but your hair? your face? your overall moral? your outlook on life?
  • bad
  • and when you get into the elevator you’re thankful that it’s just you till someone comes running down the hall and slips in last second and it’s kihyun
  • looking absolutely perfect and energized and you’re still trying to brush your hair to where it looks acceptable and maybe get something on to cover your dark circles
  • and you don’t notice but kihyun is watching you a bit and he sees you stumbling, tiredly into the train station with your bag half open and when you get into the train
  • kihyun suddenly sits beside you and you’re like uh,,,,,because there’s a bunch of free seats the stop near your house is the first stop for that line
  • and kihyun is like “here let me help you.” and you’re like ?????/
  • and he takes your brush from your hands and moves your shoulders so you’re facing him and he puts his own bag on his lap and pulls out a bunch of stuff
  • and basically gives you a makeover right than and there. and im not talking like full on makeup, im talking just the basics to help you look like you know,,,,,,,,you’re not dYing
  • and he gets the knots out of your hair, the dark circles covered, some mist sprayed on. he fixes the collar of your shirt, and even hands you a granola bar because he’s like “i can tell you didn’t eat”
  • and when he’s done you don’t feel anywhere as bad as you did when you left your house and kihyun grins because he’s like “this is the first time ive seen you smile since we got into the elevator together”
  • and you tell him that you’re thankful, that you have an interview today too and he’s like “you’ll do amazing!!!” and you’re like,,,,thank you,,,,,,,for making me look presentable,,,,,rofl
  • and when it’s your stop kihyun gives you another thumbs up and you get off and can’t help but keep smiling because,,,,,,,wow he’s,,,,,,,,so sweet?????
  • and the day just feels so much easier because of your time in the morning with kihyun and your interview goes well
  • so well that when you’re heading home you get an sns that says you passed the interview and you’re so happy you do a little dance on the platform
  • and once when you finally get home you’re surprised to see kihyun on the bench outside your building and you go over and say hello and he grins and asks about the interview
  • and before you know it you’re telling him everything that happened and when you tell him you passed he pats the top of your head and you’re like ,,,,,,o,,,,oh
  • and he’s like “i knew you could do it, you’re so hardworking - ive noticed that about you” and you’re like,,,,,,,,,,,he????? noticed me??????
  • and kihyun is like “as a reward, let me go buy you some good snacks”
  • and you try to refuse, but kihyun is like no no you deserve it!! and as you shyly pick something out and head to the counter kihyun is taking out his money and the cashier is like “you two look cute together, has it already been past 100 days?”
  • and you’re speechless because omg what
  • and kihyun looks over at you with a smile and he’s like “nope! this is our first day, you could say.” and the cashier is like AW how cute
  • and you’re like alhdgjfsdds what,,,,,,,,,,,does he mean by that
  • and as you’re walking back home you want to ask but you just nibble on your snack until kihyun leans over to take a bite of your food and you’re like hEY 
  • and he’s like “so, what do you think about that?” and you’re like “what?” and he’s like “about this being our first day,,,,,,i think we can make it to 100 easily.”
  • and you’re like is he???? asking me out???? and kihyun before you guys get back inside is like “so? want to meet in the morning again and we’ll ride the train together?” and you hesitate but in a small voice you go “like,,,,,,a couple?”
  • and kihyun grins and gives you another thumbs up like “yes. like a couple.” 
  • and you’re red in the face as kihyun comes closer and you think he’s going to lean in and??????? kiss you 
  • but instead he goes “i like the messy you even more you know?” and you’re like wh,,what does that mean and he pets your head again messing it up just a bit and going over to open the door
  • and yes the next morning as you’re rushing again, you think yesterday must have been a dream
  • but when you open your door, kihyun is there by the elevator waiting for you

Again, a wild headcanon appears!


Since sleepy Todoroki who just wanted to go to sleep is way too cute, here comes a new idea. (I’m referring to one of the manga chapters where the kids just moved into the dorms)


Todoroki is actually as lazy as one can be. He would laze around or take naps during the day, much like Aizawa, if he had the time.

And here comes the problem – up until now, he never had the time for that.

Apart from school, he was at home most of the times. And once he was there, at his so-called home, he had close to no time to himself. Endeavor had scheduled him a training regime to make sure that his “masterpiece” would one day surpass All Might. And even though Todoroki kind of silently rebelled against the flame-hero’s plans and didn’t do as he was told, he still trained as often as he could. After all, he wanted to become a top hero without using half of his quirks. Todoroki knew that he had to train hard in order to become one of the best without using his left side.

Even when he didn’t train, the time apart from that was not there for napping. He had homework to do, or eat something, speak to his not-so-close family members and then he still had a normal sleeping schedule. It was all very tightly scheduled, and there was never any time for naps during the day.

Until Todoroki moves to the dorms. And suddenly, he almost has too much free time.

They don’t get much homework anymore, since the vacations had already begun. He doesn’t need to train, since their regular lessons have been replaced by training and he doesn’t want to overdo it.

Sure, he could hang out with his friends (friends, the term is still new and exciting for him) but even they wanted to be alone from time to time. There are moments when Todoroki is just kind of there, sitting around uselessly without anything to do.


And then, there is this little voice in the back of his head that reminds him that he could, in fact, take a nap. He is a little bit tired and he has some free time, so he could…

But it just doesn’t happen.

Even when he tries, he lies there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for the fatigue to overtake him and lull him to sleep.

But it still doesn’t happen.


Finally, Toshinori concludes that he is so used to filling his time without something useful that he doesn’t know how to do something useless, or even do nothing at all.

So he gets up again and goes to ask his friends. And by friends, he means everyone from class 1-A.

In reciprocation, he regrets that he had the idea to ask every last one of them.

He gets a wide range of helpful and not-so-helpful tips.


Jirou suggests a sort of lullaby.

Kaminari explains that he tires himself out by overusing his quirk.

Izuku knows a wide range of useful things but in the end, none of them seem to work for Todoroki.

Iida gives him a lengthy explanation how sleep and falling asleep works – during which Todoroki almost falls asleep, but only almost – before they conclude that Todoroki had not even listened to half of the explanation.

Bakugou he doesn’t even ask. The boy would probably blow him up if he did.

(Later, Bakugou shows up and barks at him for not asking sooner. Then the explosions-user explains that he tends to read something until he falls asleep.)


Once Todoroki has asked almost everyone and got nothing really helpful out of it, he is close to giving up.

It’s, surprisingly enough, Kouda who approaches him shyly and suggests one last thing.


Todoroki looks at him for a long moment before he repeats incredulously, “Something loved?”

“W-Well, yes,” Kouda fidgets slightly, wringing his hands together. “I-I mean like, a stuffed animal, o-or a pillow that you’ve used since you were a child…”

“I don’t have something like that,” Todoroki interrupts him.

“O-Oh,” Kouda sags in obvious disappointment, gaze directed to the ground. “S-Sorry, I didn’t know. I just thought… that something familiar would make you feel safe, and at home. That helps me when I can’t sleep…”

Safe. At home.


Todoroki frowns, wanting to explain that he had made his dorm room into an exact replica of his room back at his family residence, so he can’t get any closer to home than that… before he falters, blinking in surprise as a new thought arises.

Safe and at home don’t mean the same thing for him.


He thanks Kouda, wandering off to ponder that new thought. Home… that had been the family residence, up until now. Now, the dorms felt more like home to him than the other place ever had. But since he still can’t fall asleep just like that, it’s obviously not enough.


So when the dorms are what he considers home, then what does safe mean for him?


Todoroki is still pondering over that later, when they have all eaten dinner together and gathered in front of the TV for one of their movie nights. Todoroki is nestled in between Toshinori and Izuku – how exactly he has ended up here, he doesn’t know, he just has the vague impresion of Mina literally pushing him over here because “let’s start already! Go, go!”. 

It’s loud in the living room, nineteen people talking over each other because each has a different movie he wants to watch. Only Todoroki and Toshinori don’t say anything about it. Their teacher is obviously content with whatever they decide on, and Todoroki is too lost in thought to really think about movies and such.

A few minutes into the discussion, Toshinori shifts uncomfortably, trying to take weigh away from his left side. He leans to the right, and bumps accidentally against Todoroki, who perks up at that, glancing over curiously and a bit startled.

“Ah, excuse me,” Toshinori mumbles, trying to shift away again, but then he freezes and grimaces in pain.

Ah, Todoroki remembers now. The ugly scar in Sensei’s left side. It has to hurt sometimes – Endeavor’s scars hurt sometimes, too, and All Might’s scar was by far larger and deeper than any other scar Todoroki has ever seen.

“It’s okay,” he assures his teacher, scooting closer to Izuku to make room for the man, “Try to get comfortable.”

There is a grin flashed his way for that, and Toshinori reaches out to ruffle his hair in thanks before the retired hero shifts so that his arm lands over Todoroki’s shoulders. This way, they both fit easily and comfortably on the couch.

Todoroki holds very, very still at that, eyes wide as warmth floods him.



Kouda’s word come back to the forefront of his mind.


Home and safe.

He sits here in the middle of the room, amidst the noise – people arguing and friendly bickering, loud laughter when someone jokes and groans when the puns get too worse. There are twenty-one talking and laughing people in one room, and it’s entirely too loud and too warm and there is an arm over Todoroki’s shoulder, holding him in place so that he can’t get away…

… so that he can feel that he’s not alone here…

Home and safe.

Oh, Todoroki thinks again, and a hesitant smile makes its way onto his face.

Without further ado, the boy shifts around, pulls his legs onto the couch and leans heavily against Toshinori to his left.

Toshinori jolts and then freezes, barely breathing, as Todoroki lays his head against his shoulder and just stays there. “Ah… Shouto?”

“Is it okay if I take a nap, Sensei?” Todoroki asks without looking up, eyes trained onto the loud bunch that his friends are.

“Uh, sure,” Toshinori blinks down at him, before a crooked smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. “If you can sleep through all of this.”

“I think I can,” Todoroki glances up at him, and there is an almost ashamed, yet happy smile on his face. “I feel at home and safe here.”

“Ah, I see,” Toshinori grins back at him, “Sleep well then, my boy.”

And if Todoroki is asleep when the movie night starts, still nestled in between his teacher and his best friend (who blinks in surprise and then shares a grin with said teacher), then nobody says anything about it.

But Mina and Tooru sure as hell take some good photos of it.

anonymous asked:

Hey, love! Can I request a HC for Reaper, Lúcio, Pharah, and Zarya about how they would make up with their s/o after a fight? Bonus points if someone sheds a tear :)


  • The two of you actually don’t fight a lot
  • Despite what most people might think
  • But when you two do fight it gets scary
  • Usually there’s a lot of yelling and cursing
  • And I don’t mean from just Reaper
  • The two of you always need space right after
  • Reaper can’t work properly, so everyone always knows the two of you have had a fight when he takes the day off
  • The two of you have to blow off steam for the day but you both usually simmer down around the same time
  • Its 50/50 who is the first to say sorry each time
  • Reaper doesn’t like apologizing, but that’s how you know he means it when he does
  • He’ll come home and without a word he’ll crawl into the bed behind you
  • He likes to pull you close in his arms and bury his face against the nape of your neck
  • There’ll be silence, but you always are awake until he comes home to hold you
  • He knows how you hate to sleep alone
  • After probably fifteen minutes of silence, Gabe will whisper in the dark
  • ‘I’m sorry. I love you.”
  • Who can stay mad at him?


  • When the two of you fight, its serious
  • You do it probably once every three months?
  • It’s usually about his work as both an Overwatch member and as a musician
  • Both tend to take him away from home a lot
  • So you kind of lay into him sometimes when he gets home
  • Each time it starts quiet and slowly grows louder
  • It always ends on a question, one that seems to catch you both by surprise
  • Sometimes you end up crying, it gets so harsh
  • That’s when Lucio pauses and the argument stops
  • Before Lucio realizes that he made an uh oh
  • No matter who was at fault for the argument
  • His one rule is that he cannot make you cry
  • Immediately he’ll pull you into his arms and start rocking you
  • You never say no. In the end, you just want to be held
  • Lucio will pet your hair and hold you there in his arms while you finish crying
  • He always apologizes
  • If he has to get on his knees to apologize, he will. Not just because you cried but because he loves you and you matter more then being right or wrong


  • Does not yell when the two of you fight
  • Is easily offended but at the same time, really quiet about it
  • So while you might be raising your voice, she’s just talking normally
  • Except her voice is pretty cold
  • If she gets super angry her voice will rise
  • Her ‘calm indifferent’ attitude when your upset just pisses you off more
  • Usually ends up with her walking out and you slamming the door after her
  • The two of you will usually stew in your silence
  • It can last a couple days
  • Sometimes its out of spite or hurt
  • Usually though once Pharah is calm she rationalizes it
  • She did something to upset you, or something was bothering you
  • So she’d leave a message on your phone asking for the two of you to go to coffee together 
  • Calmer, the two of you will meet in your favorite café
  • Always at the same seat
  • And honestly..Pharah likes just talking it out
  • Even when there’s a snag, she figures there is nothing that talking and communicating can’t fix in a relationship
  • As the two of you pour out your feelings in a much less aggressive way, Pharah will hold your hand
  • Usually the two of you make up instantly
  • Always gives you a hug after


  • The two of you very, very rarely fight
  • Like, almost never
  • And honestly, it’s difficult to call them fights
  • Zarya has lost a lot in her past
  • The one thing she refuses is for the possibility to lose you over something as silly as a fight
  • While Zarya sometimes gets more frustrated then you
  • She likes to talk it out, and without any aggression
  • There is never any yelling or name calling
  • Even if she doesn’t always understand
  • Will scoop you into her arms for cuddles
  • Loves to press kisses across your face while you get out your feelings
  • That is literally the entirety of your fight usually
  • Zarya surprisingly is pretty mellow in this way 
  • Still, lots of buff Russian cuddles 
  • Even if you don't ‘fight’
  • Enjoy your Russian teddy bear
Can You Shut Up For Five Minutes, Please???

Requested: prompt #2 (the title)

Josh Dun x Reader

word count: 350

Warning: Arguments

              You agreed with Josh to take a month off of your job to spend time with him while he was home for tour. Your boss, however, wasn’t too happy. After constant begging he finally agreed to give you your time off. On one condition: you had to work from home.

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Some MARKHYUCK for everyone's feELS HERE WE gO - HighSchool!AU

Word Count: 1552

Trigger Warning: none

Genre: Fluff, HighSchool!AU

- okay sO
- everyone always thinks that hyuck would be the sly and sarcastic one but listEN thO
- listen
- it would most probably be mork okay and lemme tell you wHY
- I think that donghyuck would be super shy and in denial for like the first time ever, and mark will definitely take advantage of cute and stuttery hyuck so prepare yourselves
- so here we have class genius and student body president Mark Lee
- mork for prez amirite
- and the funniest and most disruptive classmate donghyuck

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I’m never getting over this

So I keep thinking that I already over analyzed the entire poem of Bill by the Axolotol that I WONT be able to find something worth fussing about but nooo


Sixty degrees that come in threes 

Which basically establishes Bill as an Equilateral Triangle who, in Flatland society class hierarchy, is the equivalent to our fast food workers. So he’s practically not that special relative to the fact he’s often portrayed as overpowered. 

SAW his own dimension burn.

Now I’m incredibly BOTHERED by this. Saw. He just saw his own dimension burn. Why? The poem could’ve gone well with it saying “Made his own dimension burn,” implying that Bill actively participated in the destruction of his own world, but no. It’s SAW, meaning he just watched his dimension reduced to ashes. 

Misses home and can’t return 

This is interesting because it’s in the damn present tense which means that he still does miss his home and he yearns for the comforts it once held for him. 

Says he’s happy, he’s a liar

DEPRESSED BILL: CONFIRMED. I mean, why would he lie about being happy if he’s not depressed, amirite? He lies not only to himself about being fine, but to others, and maybe to us as well. I mean, he does have limited screen time so who knows what he’s doing behind the scenes.

I have a headcanon that Bill’s ploy to conquer Gravity Falls is just him committing suicide

Blame the arson for the fire

Now why would he blame the arson for the fire when he insisted that he himself liberated his dimension. it just doesn’t add up.

This poem has been driving me crazy. Send help

I Give Up - part 7 (A Baekhyun Series)

“Good, because I think I’m in love with you.” When you heard those words spoken through the phone in Baekhyun’s voice you froze.

Partially from disbelief. Partially from shock.

Did he really just say that? Did he mean it? Maybe he was drunker than you first thought.

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‘she’s mine’

a/n: so I’m not 100% about this, especially the ending but I hope you guys like this. Trying to get better at updating. Much love.
also thinking about possibly starting a fanfic once I get all these imagines caught up…yes? no?


I had just finished my hair and makeup and was checking it all over in the mirror when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“damn Ma, you sure we gotta go out tonight?” Sammy asked, his voice husky in my ear. I smiled and turned around to face him.

“yes Samuel. It’s my brother, and also your best friends, birthday.” I replied.

“can’t we just celebrate with him tomorrow baby?” Sammy whined, his lips on my neck now.

“Sammy, we can have sex tomorrow, tonight’s Nate’s birthday.” I replied, managing to control my little whimpers from him sucking on my neck.

“tomorrow!?” he asked, eyes wide.

“When we get home Sammy. But we really need to go.”

“but babe, you just look so good, I just don’t want every guy all over you.” He sighed.

“well that’s gonna be hard when I’m gonna be all over you.” I smiled, only to be returned with Sammy’s lips on mine briefly.

“I love you Ma, let’s go.”

Sammy always got worried when we went out that some guy would come in and sweep me off my feet and steal me from Sammy. Sammy doesn’t realize, even after 3 years in a relationship, that I didn’t want any other guy. I was just all about Sammy.

Yeah it was cute that he got all worried about losing me and it was also hot as hell when he got jealous. Sammy and I trusted each other, which is why when we would go out, we wouldn’t be attached on the hip the whole entire time. He’d let me go out and dance and go get drinks. But there were times he would come find me at the bar and some guy would be a little too close or be a little to friendly. He would get mad that they were flirting, and I just let Sammy do his thing, cause I really couldn’t say anything.

It took Sammy two years of relentless flirting for me to finally ask him one day ‘did you just flirt with me’ only to get him to reply with a small chuckle and ‘I have been for the past two years, but thanks for noticing’ for us to really start our relationship. And here we are 3 years later, happy as ever. I’ve also gotten better at this whole flirting thing, and telling when Sammy was being flirty, but everyone else I was just so clueless.

We pulled up to the club, getting out of the car and immediately being mobbed with paps. Pros of having such a well-known brother, and boyfriend. We smiled and posed for a few pictures before finally entering the club. Instantly hit with the smell of weed and alcohol, and the lovely smell of sex.

Sammy grabbed my hand and we made our way through the crowd to the vip section specifically for Nate, Swazz, Sammy, Johnson, G, Madison, Emily and I. Only arriving to find G, Madison and Johnson.

“what’s up guys.” Sammy smiled, releasing my hand as he went and bro hugged Johnson and G while I said hi to Madison, immediately getting into a conversation.

“oh my god, (y/n) you look hot as fuck tonight.” Madison smiled.

“me? Look at you? You literally look like a goddess.” I complimented back.

Madison and I were pretty close, and she came to me a lot whenever her and G had problems, or fans started causing problems. She was like my little sister.

“Yeah, but you’re definitely getting laid tonight.” Madison said, causing both of us to burst out into laughter. Sammy and I didn’t hide our sex life at all. At this point pretty much everyone knew when we had sex, when we were going to have sex, everything.

“but I mean, G can’t keep his eyes off you, so I won’t be the only one getting lucky tonight.” I winked, causing Madison to flush a little.

“anyway.” Madison giggled out, sipping her drink, “you need to catch up, and I need another drink.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

“let’s go get you caught up then.”

Madison and I stood up, telling the boys we were going to get some drinks, and eventually come back, but only to get the guys out to dance.

We were at the bar and I just had 5 shots of tequila in a row, trying desperately to catch up to Madison, and at this point, my head feeling dizzy, I think I was there. I ordered a mixed drink, along with Madison and we headed back to the vip area to find Sammy and G gone, but Nate was there with Swazz and everyone.

“Happy Birthday lil bro.” I giggled, stumbling over to him and giving him a hug.

“god, you’ve always been a lightweight, but thanks.” Nate laughed, hugging me.

Madison and I stayed and talked a bit longer, catching up with everyone, but I was hoping Sammy would come back. When I got drunk, I got horny too. Well, Sammy always made me feel horny, but when I was drunk I was the ‘bend me over the table and fuck me until I can’t walk’ horny, not the normal ‘hey you’re hot and you’re good at sex and I like you a lot, let’s have sex’ horny if that makes sense.

“OHMIGOD” Madison screamed, over the thumping music, “this is my favorite song, can we go dance?”

“hell yeah, let’s go.” I cheered, waving to everyone and heading down by the dj, the man himself Dillon Rupp. Madison and I started dancing, pulling our best moves. We started facing each other, just having the best time swaying to the music, and then, it being one of Dillon’s mixes, it switched, which made me start grinding on Madison.

Of course though, we just couldn’t enjoy ourselves. And it’s not because our boyfriends weren’t there, it was because every time we went out, there were drunk guys who just didn’t get what the word ‘no’ meant.

“hey baby.” The tall lanky blonde breathed in my ear, wrapping his hands around my waist, since his friend had taken away Madison, who looked a little uncomfortable.

“I have a boyfriend.” I muttered, trying not to move, but the guys grip was just so strong, he basically was moving me.

“it’s just one dance baby.” He smiled a toothy grin at me.

“yeah b-“

“I don’t see him anywhere? It’s fine.”

I rolled my eyes, allowing him one dance. I knew Sammy would be pissed, but he knew I would never do anything. And I knew when he heard everything I said, and the guys actions, he wouldn’t be pissed at me, just at this asshole, and himself, for not being with me the whole night.

When the song finished, I pried out of his grip and grabbed Mads hand and started to walk away. Making it to vip section to find no one Madison and I just sat and ranted about those guys. Guys are always so sleazy, and I hated going out like this. And I just wanted Sammy, not seeing my boyfriend in like 2 hours since we’ve got here.

“hey, I’m gonna go get some drinks and I’ll be back.” I smiled and Madison nodded, pulling out her phone, no doubt texting G.

When I got to the bar it took a while before I could make it up to the counter to actually order. I asked for just a bottle of sour apple vodka, and then another thing of tequila. I was waiting for the drinks when I felt a pair of hands wrap around my waist.

“hey baby.” Said the same voice from earlier, and I rolled my eyes, turning around to face him.

“please leave me alone.” I sighed.

“baby, why don’t you and I get outta here.” He slurred, leaning in and he started kissing my neck. I was appalled by his actions, and also the fact that no one around wanted to step in and help a girl. I pushed him back a bit.

“I told you, I have a boyfriend.” I said, more stern, any buzz I had, fading away as my anger and disgust started to sober me up.

“well I don-“ he started but was cut off when he was pushed out of the way, and I was wrapped up in someone else’s arms, their lips immediately meeting mine. I smiled as I felt their hand go down to my ass, giving it a little squeeze.

“she’s mine.” Sammy said, wrapping his hand around my waist and pulling me into him. “and I’d appreciate if you left my girl alone.” He finished.

We started to walk away, but Sammy was yanked back.

“hey” the same guy now yelled as Sammy faced him. The guy went and threw a punch, striking Sammy in the left eye, causing him to stumble back. Quick to compose himself, Sammy was up and threw a punch, hitting the lanky guy square in the eye, and then another punch, hitting him in the mouth.

Soon it was an all out fist fight in the middle of the club, people forming a circle, recording it as I tried to break it up. Terrible idea (y/n) really. Because I managed to pull Sammy back off the guy, and I turned to tell him to leave and he ended up punching me on the side of my face, causing me to be thrown to the floor. And unlike the guys, I’d never been in a fight, or punched by a guy, so it fucking hurt like a bitch.

I was surrounded by Johnson, G and Madison who helped me up and I saw Sammy, who was destroying the drunk. He was on the floor punching the guy over and over in the face while Nate, Derek and Swazz tried to pull him off.

Finally managing to get him off the guy, Nate helped the other guy up and helped him find the exit. Once the excitement died down, everyone went back to partying except us. Johnson was running his thumb over my cheek, checking it, and I kept flinching, cause like I said, it hurt like a bitch.

Sammy ran over and, as politely as he could, shoved everyone out of the way, and gently held my chin, turning my head to look at my swelling cheek.

“babygirl” he sighed “I’m so sorry, we gotta get you home and get this taken care of.”

“me? Sammy it’s just a little bruise, ice will fix it, we gotta get you all cleaned up.” I said, noticing the several cuts he had on his face.

“oh, does this mean we’re going home and you’re gonna be my doctor” he smirked, his hands finding my hips, as he got closer to my face.

“Sammy” I warned, as our friends were all around.

“you promised me sex when we got home.” Sammy whined, causing me to laugh as I gently met his lips, pulling back and smiling at him.

“yeah okay, let’s get you cleaned up first though lover boy.” I said, and with that we said our goodbyes and headed home, for what would hopefully be, a great night.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your blog soooo much! Anyways, I was wondering if I could request literally any type of headcanon for Kakuzu and/or Kisame? They need more love imo...

My first time ever writing for both of these characters.
Wow, this was hard. (●≧ω≦)9

Originally posted by nyaa


  • When he isn’t working Kakuzu enjoys gambling. He’s great at poker and usually doubles his earnings whenever he plays. He often fools Hidan into betting against him on different things and 99% of the time he comes out as the victor.
  • It can sometimes take a while for Kakuzu to let his guard down when meeting new people. At first it seems like he’s an asshole because he won’t reply in conversation or he’ll be brash but it’s just how he is at first.
  • He’d also get really pissed off if Hidan flirted with the person that he liked, even if they weren’t in a relationship. He isn’t about to make a move anytime soon but it’s the principle!
  • Kakuzu can be quite possessive in a relationship, sometimes wanting to know exactly where his s/o is going or what they’re doing. Not because he’s worried they’ll cheat because he knows they wouldn’t dare, but because he becomes really invested in them and cares a lot.
  • He can get pissed off real quick. Like,
  • Kakuzu earns a lot of money from his bounty hunting, and can be quite frugal at times but when it comes to his s/o, he will splash out every so often with lavish gifts.
  • He’d love a s/o that does a lot of home cooking, because it would mean he doesn’t have to spend money on dates!

Originally posted by oneloverastaman


  • Kisame loves swimming, it makes him feel calm and at ease and he would love a s/o that shares his love of the water.
  • 100% laughs at his own jokes. Probably also tells really cheesy or corny jokes. LOVES crude jokes.
  • Secretly gets really flustured and embarrassed by compliments, especially if they come from his s/o.
  • Kisame is an absolute gentleman when he’s courting someone. He’s the kind of guy that will wait for his s/o to sit down before he does, offer them a hand to stand up or insist on walking them home. Things like that.
  • Kisame is also really calm and laid back in relationships. He doesn’t mind going with the flow and will agree to pretty much any kind of date his s/o suggests. Although he would be excited if his s/o suggested anything that involved water.
  • Kisame will sometimes start random fights with his s/o because he enjoys make up sex so much. He’ll pick petty reasons to get his s/o riled up, nothing too extreme so he knows he can turn the situation around in a small amount of time.
  • Is definitely the big spoon and enjoys cuddles with his s/o a lot.
Harry’s Home

I have so much fluff in me today, help. I literally just wrote this in the text box, so there’s… no editing or thought. It’s a big stream of consciousness (who is avoiding editing? Not me!). x.

Harry likes a party and a good time as much as the next bloke, but what he really likes is going home. He has a few homes now, and a few more where he feels as if he’s at home – he’s got to have that when he moves around as much as he does – but when he says he’s flying back home he means he’s going home to England. 

He likes being in a place where they talk like him even when the accents differ and where he can pay for something without figuring in an exchange rate. He likes saying ta in the shops and he likes hearing football not soccer and seeing the letter U in the word favour, because without it the word just looks incomplete. 

He likes being in a place with roads that are a little older. He likes skulking about and knowing backways and side routes that can get him out of a spot if there’s a throng of people he’d like to avoid for once to keep his day his and his alone. 

He likes going places where he’s still just Harry, and maybe that’s why he likes to take you back to Holmes Chapel so often. It’s always a bit bittersweet for him to go back – he’d hated it there, hadn’t he? That’s why he’d wanted out to begin with, and then he’d gotten his wish. He wouldn’t change a thing, but now sometimes – only sometimes – he misses those sleepy mornings when he would die of boredom and wouldn’t miss a thing if he slept the whole day away. The gratitude and humility of being able to do what he loves quickly overtakes that, but sometimes it’s nice just to exist without an expectation from others or himself. 

He takes you by the bakery where the old women flirt with him and pat his dimply cheeks, and he takes you to a pub for lunch quite often. He’d admitted to you that he hadn’t been sure how you would react, and when you asked him why, he’d just shrugged. 

“S’not like excitin’ or anythin’,” he explained. “No flash or razzle dazzle.” He shakes his spread fingers and your nose scrunches when you laugh. 

“Why’re you laughin’ fo’?” He’s grinning despite his question. 

Still, though, even with his hair tucked securely under a beanie save for a few loose curls, and a nondescript jumper (that happens to be your favorite on him and on you), and even in a town where he is just Harry, he cannot always escape the fact that he is so much more than just Harry to so many people. 

He’s gracious when a fan interrupts your lunch to say hello, and he listens serenely and with all focus on them as they pour their heart out breathlessly. They’re tearing and shaking, but he never looks annoyed or uneasy by the attention or the grandiosity, because although it might sound silly to some, it never does to him and he wants them to feel how grateful he is. If listening to how he’s impacted their lives is even a drop in the bucket for all he has to repay, he’ll do it every time and make sure they know they have all of his love, always. 

He does, however, feel a little antsy about you. Girls he’s dated before have either skittishly kept to themselves or been roped into it. He understands both sides of it, but you’re not exactly famous and this isn’t exactly the quiet lunch that he’d promised you. 

“Can I take a photo of you two?” you ask with a small, encouraging smile. “Would you let me?” you ask the fan and make a motion for the phone in hand. 

They wipe their sniffling nose and offer a choked, “That would be amazing, ohmygosh, thank you so much.” 

“Of course!” You hold the phone up and tap to focus it on their faces and you wave your hand through the air. “Get closer,” you tell your boyfriend. “And don’t blink.”

Harry looks at you and you think you see awe in his eyes, but you blink and he blinks and then he’s moved right along. “’Right then, love,” Harry laughs and he smiles big with his arm tight around the fan. You take a few photos before nodding and handing the camera and Harry shares a few more quiet words with the fan before giving a hug that in hindsight you wish you had caught for them, too. 

When they’ve gone back to their table Harry leans into you. “Thank you,” he says very seriously with green eyes focused like a laser. “I know it can be a bit…” he searches for the right word. “It’s a little surreal when you’re not in it. It can be even when you are, s’just–”

“They were sweet,” you tell him with a shrug of your shoulders. 

“Yeah,” he agrees. “They were lovely.”

It’s a little like he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop, but it doesn’t. And the next time it happens when you’re in the supermarket it still doesn’t. He gets a little more nervous on the inside each time, expecting some sort of fit at home or a less gracious attitude, but every time when there’s a break you ask to please take a photo for them, and sometimes you take multiples if several of them have phones. Harry smiles just a little wider when you’re with him taking the pictures, and after they’re snapped and phones are pocketed by fans who rush away talking about how nice, and good smelling, and soft he is he looks at you with reverent awe. 

You may not get this, but you embrace it because it is a part of him. There’s no jealousy and little resentment except for when you miss him, but even then you roll with what it means to be Harry Styles’ partner better than some people in his industry could. 

What?!” you ask him incredulously as the pair of you walk under an umbrella after such an encounter one rainy London day. 

“Thank you,” he repeats. “You don’t have to be so open and nice.” Least of all, he thinks, when sometimes they say such rotten things about you. Oh yes, he’s seen the cruel, cutting words and they make him boil until he wants to shake sense and yell, “It isn’t true, you don’t have any idea what you’re saying!” 

“I know I don’t have to be,” you agree. “But why would I be? They love you and I love you, and you love them. You make them so happy and they should get to keep a little of that, don’t you think? ‘All the love’ and all tha–hey!”

Harry’s come to a sharp stop and because your arm is through his you’re yanked to a stop, too. He ducks his head down and impulsively steals a kiss and you stiffen for a moment not because it’s unwelcome but because it’s uncharacteristic. He holds you close a lot, especially against a gaggle of paparazzi, but such other displays of affection are kept private or amongst friends. Now, though, he has to kiss you, because he’s not sure he has words for how important what you’ve said is to him. 

He’s not sure he has words for how much you feel like home. 


S O M E W H E R E   I N   T H E   W I N T E R   W O O D S | Chapter Nine

Red Riding Hood AU: Lost on her way to her grandmother’s cabin in the winter woods after running away from home, beautiful young Sansa thinks she’s run into trouble when she crosses a white wolf in the forest. Instead of harming her, the animal guides her to his master, a handsome warrior named Jon who lives in solitude and clothes himself in black.

After much persuasion, he begrudgingly agrees to take her to her granny’s, so long as she never bother him again and promises to keep the local townspeople from hunting after his wolf. But snows fall heavily on the mountains as days go by and evil lurks behind frozen trees, making this no easy feat.

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By the time she wakes, the fire has put itself out, all embers and dust. The room is filled with a heavy smell of smoke, the darkness of the night sky peering in through the window.

She doesn’t know how they long they slept for, doesn’t want to think of the advantage Ramsay could now have on them. What if he’s close, nearby? What if he’s waiting?

It’s a dreadful thought, terrifying really - one she feels the chill of throughout her whole body, shivers up her arms as she pulls the cloak tighter. Jon is warmer now, thankfully more so than he had been before. His skin is rosier, still pale, but at least his complexion has returned back to its usual shade of snow white.

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I wrote “Enchanted” about a guy who I was enchanted to meet, obviously. He was somebody that I had talked to a couple of times on email, and then I was in New York and went to meet him. I remember just the whole way home thinking, “I hope he’s not in love with somebody.” It was just wonderful, that feeling. Like, “Oh my gosh. Who’s he with? Does he like me? Does he like somebody else? What does it mean?” I got home and he had emailed me and said something like, “Sorry I was so quiet. I was just wonderstruck meeting you.” And so I incorporated the word wonderstruck, into the song as a, “Hey this one’s sorta for you.”

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