especially when his eyes teared up

illusionassasin  asked:

Can you please do 14, 19, and 25 with Bucky?

19. “I promised I’d protect you, but we can all see how that worked out.”- Bucky Barnes

Waking up to the sound of a hospital monitor was never a good sign, especially when your whole body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Groaning as you tried to push yourself up, you were quickly pushed back down by two hands. Looking uo, expecting to see your boyfriend, you instead saw the blue eyes of Steve.

“Steve?” you croaked, immediatly being handed a bottle of water, “Where’s Bucky?”

“Bucky… he’s in his room… hasn’t left since you were brought in.” he sighed, flopping down into the seat next to you.

“Oh.” you murmured, not being able to control the tears that sprung to your eyes as you let your head drop back against your pillow.

2 days later…

After you were finally discharged from the med bay, with a cast on your leg and strict instructions to rest and not put any strain on your ribs, there was only one place you could think to go.

Knocking on the door, you felt your heart leap up to your throat as your bedraggled looking boyfriend opened it.

“Y/N?” he said, voice slightly shaky as his eyes scanned your beaten up form.

“Why weren’t you there?” you asked, not being able to stop yourself from asking, “Why didn’t you come see me in the med bay?”

Sighing, Bucky just opened the door more, ushering you inside.

“I’m sorry.” he murmured, taking a seat next to you on the edge of his bed, “I just… couldn’t see you all hooked up to wires and shit, you looked so frail and it was all my fault.”

“What? Bucky, none of us knew the bomb was in that building, there was nothing anyone could do, most of all you.” you said, hand reaching up to stroke his cheekbone.

“I promised I’d protect you, but we can all see how that worked out.” he said, eyes refusing to meet yours.

“Bucky! It wasn’t your fault.” you said, hand moving to the back of his neck, pulling his lips down to yours.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” he whispered against your lips, bringing you as close as possible to his chest.

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Cherry Pie

Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Everyone’s two favorite things: baking and (oral) sex with Dean

A/N: written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ‘s Favorite Things Challenge! (sorry I was so agonizingly close to the deadline) also, it’s my first time writing smut for Dean, so be kind to me… also i’m not here for the “Dean’s favorite pie” discourse, so don’t hit me up with messages about what his actual favorite is.  I don’t give a shit.

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving), baking with dean (yes that’s a warning), minor angst, mostly smut tbh

Words: 2955

tags: @feelmyroarrrr @sistasarah-sallysaidso @daybreak96 @doct0rstrange @trade-baby-blues @deanssweetheart23 @lipstickandwhiskey @impala-dreamer  @ravengirl94 @daughterofthebrowncoats

The smell of baking pie sits heavy on the air, growing stronger with each pie you pull from the oven.  You slide the hot tin onto the table, and stare at the collection of pies and cookies you’ve baked over the last four hours.  So far you had two apple and one pecan pie, a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a dozen of your own personal shortbread recipe.  

Not enough, was all you could think.  The stress of your argument with Dean was still weighing on your shoulders.  Cherry was Dean’s favorite, was the next thought. You eyed the bowl of fresh cherries you’d pitted and washed when you’d first started baking.  When you’d rolled out of the bed this morning, you’d been disoriented until you realized you were in your old bedroom, without Dean.  Then you’d remembered the argument from the previous night.  Which was why you’d started baking at six this morning when you usually found yourself sleeping in Dean’s warm arms until noon.  

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Here’s what we’re gonna do

A/N: I’m sorry. This is angsty & will probably bum you out…but I’m using it to set up for a fic I’ve been really wanting to write which results in happiness! Reader is Dean’s twin. There will be a part two! 

Warnings: Check the tags, angst

John x Daughter!Reader   Dean x Sister!Reader  Sam x Sister!Reader

Originally posted by heytheredeann

You swear you could hear the blood rushing through your ears while you stared at the pink plus on the pregnancy test. This couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to just have a stomach bug, not be pregnant. You sat down on the edge of the motel bed, grateful for your decision to stay home today and that Sam and Dean were still at school.

Hours passed as you sat on the bed thinking about the situation you were in. What were you going to do? You were only seventeen years old. You couldn’t raise a kid in this life, hell you weren’t sure you’d be able to safely carry a baby in this life. What would Sam and Dean think? Hell, what was your dad going to say?

A sob ripped through you as it began to sink in just how screwed you were. You buried your face in your hands as you thought about it some more. How were you supposed to afford a doctor? How would you afford baby stuff?

Closing your eyes, you tried taking deep breaths you attempted to collect yourself. You needed to think of some sort of plan before Sam and Dean came home. Dean would be able to tell something was wrong the moment he looked at you, it was that weird twin connection the two of you shared.

The motel door unlocking and opening quickly grabbed your attention; it was too early for Sam and Dean to come home, which only meant one thing, dad was back early from a hunting trip.

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Voltron Beach Headcanons

So, my mom and I have been traveling around and going to beaches and all that fun stuff until the lease for my apartment is up in a couple weeks. So, have some Voltron beach headcanons!

Shallura (established)

  • Shiro’s self conscious about the scars on his body and initially wears a wetsuit.
  • Eventually he becomes comfortable enough to just wear swim trunks, and Allura makes sure to apply a liberal amount of sunscreen on his scars every couple of hours.
  • Allura and Shiro nap and relax on the beach on their towels under the shade of an umbrella.
  • But you know after their nap they’re going to tear it up on the waves and get competitive and playful.
  • They dominate at the game “chicken”. So much.
  • Especially when Allura’s carrying Shiro on her shoulders. No one can stand a chance against them. They’re a powerful force when teamed together.
  • Lance was tackled off Hunk’s shoulders in seconds.
  • He saw his life flash before his eyes and then afterwards he high fived Shiro because it was so awesome.
  • If you thought they were unstoppable as chicken partners, wait until you see them play volleyball. Because they annihilate everyone.  
  • Shiro and Allura feed each other the planet’s Earth equivalent of ice cream.
  • They hold hands as they walk along the beach, away from the others, around sundown.
  • Shiro writes their names in the sand in a heart, like a smitten highschooler. Allura adores it, even though she can’t read it.
  • She learns how to write her name in English in the sand and practices it over and over until it’s as pretty as Shiro’s.

Klance (slow burn)

  • Lance is psyched to challenge Keith to surf boarding, because he knows he’ll have an advantage.
  • Keith is actually pretty damn good at surfing, for his first time.
  • Lance pretends to be completely unimpressed and says it’s just beginner’s luck.
  • He’s actually immensely proud and amazed.
  • Eventually he compliments Keith about it:
  • “Okay, not bad. You’re actually kind of a natural.”
  • “What was that? I couldn’t hear you? Was that a compliment?”
  • “Shut up, mullet.”
  • They insist on being a team for any of the sports they decide to play.

Hunk

  • He is the best surfer. Literally the best compared to the others. But he doesn’t show off or anything, because he just wants to relax and have a good time. He doesn’t want to be competitive about it.
  • Hunk knows how to weave hats and baskets out of palm leaves. Mostly because it helped calm his nerves as a kid.
  • He also knows how to make lei and uses whatever he can find on the alien planet’s beach to braid them (flowers, vines, shells, etc) and give them to the team.
  • He used to make lei back at home for his little sister.
  • You know he likes checking out all of the food shops by the beach and talking with the locals.
  • They exchange tips and recipes.
  • They adore him.
  • He helps fix some locals’ boats. In exchange for him helping, they offer to take everyone out on the water, which calms Shiro’s nerves because Lance talked about pulling inner tubes behind Blue on the water (which is a big no-no).
  • “Uh, Lance? I don’t think Shiro’ll like the idea of you taking a gigantic, sentient war machine lion out on the water to pull a couple inner tubes behind it.”
  • “Why not??”
  • Hunk makes some pretty intricate sand castles. Big enough for Pidge to lurk in.
  • He makes sure to bring plenty of sunscreen, because he’s paranoid about everyone getting burned.
  • Showing Shay the ocean is definitely on his list of things to introduce her to.

Pidge

  • Initially tries staying as covered as possible.
  • It immediately becomes impossible once she realizes how damn hot it is on the beach.
  • She settles for one of those zipup capri wetsuits with the tank top. Or swim trunks with a surf shirt (rash guard?) and a visor.
  • She tries staying in the shade with Coran, Shiro and Allura, and her tablet, but it’s still too damn hot and she’s sweaty and dying and there’s weird bugs that won’t leave her alone.
  • Sand is also terrible. It’s all over her. How did it get everywhere so fast?
  • Pidge caves and joins the rest of the paladins in the water.
  • She spends most of her time slung over an inner tube watching the boys goof off.
  • She also takes an interest studying the marine life along the shore and takes samples to be studied later.
  • She takes a liking to going underwater with a snorkel and goggles to check out the fish, but she’s sure to stay close to the shore, because deep water freaks her out.
  • Pidge gets Hunk to give her piggyback rides along the shore.
  • Pidge miraculously doesn’t burn to a crisp, thanks to Hunk. She gets a weird little tan stripe along her forehead because of her visor though. 

Keith

  • He’s never been to the beach before, so he isn’t sure what to expect at first.
  • The first time he jumps into the water and resurfaces, he looks like a drowned kitten.
  • He accidentally gets ocean water in his mouth. A lot of it. He is not pleased.
  • Despite putting on plenty of sunscreen, because of Hunk’s insistence, Keith still gets sunburnt to all hell somehow.
  • He looks like an actual tomato
  • Lance teases him so much about it
  • Shiro scolds him and he has to help put Aloe on Keith every hour or so, because Shiro’s tired of hearing it.
  • Keith’s the one who insists on starting a game of beach volleyball. There isn’t a place set up for volleyball of course, so he pulls together his own volley net and marks out the court in the sand
  • He and Lance make a good team™ against some of the locals who take them on. 

Lance

  • You know this boy LOVES the beach. It’s no Varadero Beach, but it’s an ocean and he’s going swimming, dammit.
  • He’s the one who insisted they have a beach day.
  • Lance tans very gracefully and has never burned in his life. He’s sure to use sunscreen anyway, because he’s all about keeping his skin healthy.
  • He’s sure to get a bunch of selfies with the local beach babes.
  • Permanently has a drink poised in his left hand whenever he’s not in the water.
  • Lance is an incredibly strong swimmer
  • He knows all forms of swimming and does them gracefully.
  • Except when he pretends to be a dolphin.
  • He makes sure to bring music. Loud, loud music that he can dance to.
  • He starts a dance-off on the beach.
  • Which of course escalates into a full-on beach party with the locals.

Coran

  • Coran mostly camps out on the beach with everyone’s belongings (sunscreen, inner tubes, surfboards, umbrella and towels, etc) sipping on some Nunvil and whatever’s native to the island.
  • He basically acts as a lifeguard when he doesn’t fall asleep.
  • He falls asleep a lot, but usually no one can tell behind his ginormous sunglasses. Unless he’s snoring.
  • He also takes pictures, because he’s Space Uncle.
  • He wears an old-timey white and blue striped one-piece swimsuit. The kind from the 1900s, to match his mustache.

Allura

  • Probably has a similar vintage 1900s swimsuit like Coran’s (complete with sleeves and a skirt basically)–but after showing Lance, he insisted she needed to go to the Space Mall and get something more modern.
  • “Allura, you’re 10,000 years out of style. We’re fixing that.”
  • She purchases a wetsuit for practical use, and a bikini with a floppy sunhat.
  • “My stars, these are much more practical than my old swimming suit. I can actually move around in these.”
  • Cue Shiro dying at seeing her in a bikini, because wowie zowie.
  • A lot of locals flirt with her. Like, a lot.
  • Shiro also flirts with her. A lot. He might also give some of the aliens who’re hitting on her disapproving looks. A lot.
  • Allura has never played volleyball in her life, but she can spike a volleyball so damn well. It’s like she was born to do it.
  • Easily throws Lance and Keith into the water so they can do cool flips.

Shiro

  • He starts off high strung and stressed when he gets to the beach, but it’s easy for him to relax and have some fun once he sees the rest of his team having a great time.
  • He wears a looooot of sunscreen to protect scarred skin. He probably puts a white strip of zinc oxide across his scar and nose.
  • The sun may not love Shiro, but Shiro loves the sun.
  • It makes him so happy, guys. It puts him in such a great mood. He is so happy to be outside.
  • When he and Allura are on a team during volleyball, he’s the one who sets the ball just right for her so she can spike it.
  • Helps Hunk grill things by the beach. Probably because it’s the one form of cooking he’s actually really good at.
  • The paladins insist that’s a Dad Trait and 100% makes him a dad.
  • “But I’m only seven years older than Hunk.”
  • Lance convinces Shiro to bust out some dance moves.
  • He’s actually not bad at all. Maybe rusty, but definitely not bad.
  • He helps Pidge dive for really good seashells.
  • Shiro and Keith definitely draw out a circle in the sand and spar. Because they’ve gotta be ready to battle in every environment, obviously.
When You Have A Nightmare

Haruhi : When you woke up panting and crying, at first she would be confused about what was happening. Being suddenly woken up left her a little cranky. However, once she realized how upset you were, she would immediately come to your side and ask you to tell her what happened. She would also talk about stories from when she had bad nightmares, so that you wouldn’t feel ashamed about it. After you calmed down she would lay down with you, snuggling up and rubbing her hand up your arm or down your back in a soothing pattern.

Originally posted by tangofox

Kaoru : He actually woke up before you did. That was mostly due to the fact that you were moving around so much and then nailed him in the stomach with your foot. He’d shake you gently, whispering your name over and over until you were awake. When you suddenly sat up and hugged him tightly, he didn’t object or ask questions. He simply laid you back down, holding you close, rubbing your hair and whispering sweet nothings into your ear until you fell asleep again. 

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Originally posted by myanimestars

Hikaru : He knew that you were awake, he just didn’t know why, and frankly, he didn’t care. He wanted to fall back asleep, and whatever you needed could wait until the morning. It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when you shook him awake that he finally opened his eyes. He was about to yell until he saw that you had tears in your eyes. Of course, him being the stubborn person he is, he only pulled you into a hug, and continued to tell you to go back to sleep so that he wouldn’t be tired the next day. 

“Come on, go back to sleep, idiot.”

Though on the inside, he was extremely worried about you.

Originally posted by karmafucksme

Tamaki : He had known immediately that something was wrong when he heard a small whimper from your side of the bed. You weren’t one to wake up during the night, especially after a long day at school. He would turn around slowly, and wrap his arms around you; nuzzling his nose into the back of your head. 

“Are you okay princess?”

He would ask you what had happened, but wouldn’t push you if weren’t ready yet. He would try to ask again in the morning, just to make sure you were okay. In the meantime, he would just whisper compliments to you, and move around so that you were comfortable, but as close to him as possible.

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Kyoya : He would still be awake in another room when you came padding into the room. He would wait a minute for you to say something, but after a moment, he would turn around to see you standing in the doorway in a pitiful state. He would open his mouth to say something, but before he could, you ran towards him and sat on his lap. He would let you cry for a minute, kissing your head and rubbing his arms up and down your back. He would take a more logical approach, asking you to tell him just what happened in your dream, or maybe take you to the kitchen to make you a warm glass of milk, and hold you in his arms until you fell into a peaceful slumber. He would take you back to the room, lay down with you in bed, and fall asleep with you in his arms.

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Morinozuka : You had already been in his arms when you woke up. You had already forgotten what the dream was about, just that it was scaring you a lot. Mori, of course, with his super ninja-like skills, would have already woken up, and known that you were awake too. He would grunt to tell you he was awake, and when you just smiled up towards him, he knew something was wrong. That wasn’t your smile. Instead of commenting, he would tighten his arms around you. He may even hum a song for you. Anything that would give you peace of mind, he would do, until you eventually fell back asleep with him.

Originally posted by dantexxorihara

Mitsukuni : When Mitsukuni knows what happened, he would break out into tears as well. Most likely even more than you already were.

“Ahhh, (Y/N)! I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from the monsters! I promise I’ll become stronger so I can beat them next time, okay?”

He would be crying for quite a bit, and you would completely forget about your dream, instead trying to distract your now hysterical boyfriend. You would try to find something to distract him, but only got a response when you suggested you guys have an early-morning movie marathon with lots of sweet treats. You wouldn’t be getting anymore sleep that night, but you had found one of the greatest cures for a nightmare.

Yes Ma'am (Montgomery De la Cruz Imagine)

OKAY HERE ME OUT This is my first imagine and I just wanted to see if I was any good at this, so feel free to leave feedback. I’m def Jeff trash but I just had this idea about my other baby Monty and wanted to run with it. I hope you guys enjoy!

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions alcohol (pls let me know if there is anything I should add)

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(Y/N) was standing next to Tony at the dj station, the dance by then in full swing. Her eyes scanned the crowd of drunken teenagers dancing wildly as her fingers twisted in Tony’s headphone wire in boredom. Jessica had told her that going to the dance tonight would be a great time, but she had disappeared with Justin, leaving (Y/N) to wander by herself. Tony was doing his best to cheer her up but her mind was wondering to her boyfriend Montgomery, who she hadn’t seen yet tonight. Their relationship had been on the down low for months, both of them knowing that drama would be stirred up the second the news of their relationship got out. That’s why when Monty asked her to the dance, she sadly had to decline, telling him they’d find a dance to attend together once everyone had found out about their relationship.

“(Y/N) are you sure you’re alright?” Tony snapped her out of her thoughts. “Yeah!” She smiled politely at him, knowing he was trying his best to keep her entertained.“Yeah Tony I’m good.” She had spoke too soon as her attention turned back towards the crowd. Within seconds she had found Monty making his way through the crowd. The way that jacket fit his broad shoulders perfectly almost made her wanna give into him right then and there. But her thoughts were soon distracted by Montys actions as he came up behind Courtney, whispering something in her ear. (Y/N) tried not to think too much of it until Courtney turned, pulling Monty closer to her and whispering in his ear as well. (Y/N) let out a frustrated sigh and left the dj stand, forcing her way through hundreds of teenagers to get through the door. Monty spotted his girl leaving the place and excused himself from Courtney. He adjusted his jacket and picked up his pace as he followed (Y/N) out, trying to catch up with her.

“Babe!” He yelled once he had spotted her in the hallway. “Baby wait!” He called out again, softly taking her arm to stop her. She turned towards him, keeping her eyes down to hide her brewing tears of frustration. “What’s wrong?” He said softly bending down to try to get her to look at him.

“What’s wrong?” She raises her voice, almost shocked that he doesn’t know. His heart sinks, knowing he’s done something to upset her yet again. He couldn’t seem to get it right with her lately. “Mont you can’t just expect girls to be all over and have me be okay with it! Especially when you’re enjoying it so much!” She threw her arms up and rolled her eyes.

“She wasn’t.. I wasn’t.. it wasn’t like th-” Monty tried to tell her the truth because he knew how bad it looked. But telling girls exactly how he felt always made him feel weak, which is something Montgomery de la Cruz was never supposed to be.

“Mont I just wanna go home.” She held the bridge of her noise, clearly aggravated. He gulped.

“Let me at least bring you home.” He pleaded with her.

“Yeah right Monty. Like you’re sober enough for that.” She snapped more then she intended to, but this wasn’t the first time he’d been on her nerves this week. This was the third time in the last week Courtney had used Monty for some reason, and it looked like Monty was enjoying it. When in reality, Monty was just listening in on rumors going around, which he knew (Y/N) wouldn’t be proud of anyway. Giving in he got his keys out of his pocket, giving them to her.

“You’re right. I’ve been drinking. But at least let me get out of here with you?” He mumbles as she takes them from his hands. She nods understandably.

“Thanks.” He whispers as they make their way out to his jeep. As they finally arrive, he opens her door for her, but steps in front before she can get in. “I get nervous around you.” He admits, making (Y/N) furrow her eyebrows.

“Montgomery what’re you..”

“You make me nervous. I don’t wanna screw things up with you. I do stupid things and I make stupid decisions and I know I’m gunna disappoint you. And it fucking sucks cause I wanna change. I wanna be the best I can for you. And I’m working on that. But I’m not a cheater. And I could never.. I could never do anything like that to hurt you. I love you too much to risk that.” He looked for any response in her eyes, but he couldn’t find one. He’d never opened up to a girl like that before, and his nerves were getting the best of him. But he wasn’t about to let his dream girl slip away over a stupid dance.

“But Courtney.. ”

“Fuck Courtney. She uses me to spread rumors. That’s all that is. I don’t feel that way about anyone else but you.” She let out a sigh, keeping her eyes locked with his.

“I don’t want you to be nervous.” She sighs quietly. “I know who you are Mont, and I’m still here. I’m here because I know you aren’t that guy all the time. And I know you’re trying to change. I don’t get upset over you spreading rumors or stupid stuff like that. I get upset when I think other girls are getting to you.” He sighs shaking his head quickly.

“(Y/N), You’re the only girl that gets to me.” He says quietly, finally placing his hands softly on her hips. She looks up at him, giving him a small smile.

“I love you.” She whispers, keeping their eyes locked.

“I love you too.” He whispers back, finally leaning down to connect their lips together softly.

“Get in the car Montgomery.” She laughs out seconds after he pulls away, trying to get him to finally move and get into his seat so she could drive home.

“Yes ma'am” He smirked, kissing her cheek before making his way around the car.

Originally posted by knightlley

Dittany

Request two!

Tags: auror!Harry, potions consultant!Draco, mud, and bitching, so, so much bitching.

(Also posted on AO3)


“You know I’m just a consultant, right Potter?” Draco said acidly, trying to scrape mud from his arms and legs, “I am not a mad auror with more adrenaline than sense.”

“You have mentioned it before,” Harry said tersely, taking deep breaths. It was, after all, his fault Draco had ended up in the swamp following up a lead on black market dittany growers. It was also Harry’s fault that when he tripped on a root he had grabbed for the first thing in reach, which had been Draco, and pulled them both into a mug bog with the consistency of quicksand that had taken them twenty minutes to get out of. 

Now they were both coated in mud up to the chest. Draco had somehow managed to scrape most of it off and didn’t have any on his hair or face, other than a small blob on his cheek. Harry had it in his hair, face, and just about everywhere else.

He just, really, really wished Draco would shut the hell up.

“What kind of absolute idiot can’t identify dittany?” Draco muttered.

His wand clutched so tightly into his fist he could feel every groove and notch in the wood. “Why can’t we just cast scourgify?” Harry groaned, ducking under a branch Draco let go, nearly smacking him in the face. Draco was watching the ground for signs of the tiny herb but he had to have done it on purpose, Harry just knew it.

Draco shot a look back at Harry what reminded him of Snape, “I have explained, Potter, dittany only grows in soil that contains mercury and propagates moondew flowers, do you really want to know what happens when you introduce magic to that combination?”

“Ok, ok,” Harry conceded trying not to think about the places mud was now making its home.

“Are you certain?” Draco said mockingly, “Because it involves your skin turning yellow and slowly melting off. Sounds like a right jolly Gryffindor thing to do.”

Harry took another deep breath and slowly let it out, “I understand, Draco.”

“I sincerely doubt that,” Draco said.

“Just shut up!” Harry snapped, “I swear, I get it!”

Draco stopped in his track and spun around, his expression furious.

Harry went on, “I’m sorry about everything that’s happened but you’re not the only one that’s uncomfortable or unhappy about all this!” He threw up his hands, “I swear sometimes I think you only care about yourself!”

Draco stalked over to him, stabbing his finger into Harry’s chest, “You egotistical, fucking arsehole, I can’t believe-” he stopped and shook his head, “I fucking hate you.”

Harry smacked Draco’s hand away, “Yeah, well, I hate you too!! Fucking wanker.”

Draco jerked back like Harry had hit him, his eyes widening, “You-” his words choked and died in his throat, “-You what?” He blinked rapidly, his head turning away to try and hide the tear that had slipped down his cheek.

Harry stared in shock, then caught Draco’s chin, tugging it back round to face him. He brushed the tear from Draco’s face before he had even realized what he was doing.

“You’re covered in mud,” Draco sniffed, looking down at the ground, another tear blinking free.

“Sorry,” Harry said softly, wiping the other tear away, smearing the mud on Draco’s cheek, “I don’t hate you.”

“Like I care,” Draco muttered.

Harry sighed and smiled ruefully, “Alright.”

“I don’t,” he insisted with a faint pout, finally bringing his eyes up to meet Harry’s, a faint pink flush colouring the tops of his cheekbones.

Harry leaned forward, chancing a brief kiss, tensing in anticipation for the worst.

“This is awful,” Draco groused, “We’re disgusting.” he sniffed again and blinked his tears back.

“Can I try again when we’re cleaned up?” Harry asked.

Draco glanced away and shrugged, his cheeks flushing further.

Harry smiled, “How about dinner then?”

Draco pulled away suddenly, his eyes fixed at where he had glanced away. He stalked through the trees to a small clearing surrounded by scrub and strange pale flowers. “Here it is.” Draco gestured.

Harry followed. The clearing was full of tiny dittany plants. It was a king’s fortune, especially at the obscenely high prices the growers were charging for them, and the final evidence they needed to convict the group they had arrested a few days ago. Harry activated his tracking medallion and sent his patronus back to tell them he had found it. Soon the collections team would be apparating on Harry’s location.

Draco shifted his weight, his arm brushing Harry’s. He cleared his throat nervously, “Dinner would be nice.”

“Yeah?” Harry looked up with a hopeful smile.

Draco smiled faintly back, “Yeah.”

Walk

Requested by: @diving-down-to-wonderland

Request: Well this might be cheesy but maybe something (also with buck) where you’re engaged but after an accident you can’t walk properly anymore but buck still loves you the same and supports you where he can. What he doesn’t know is that you’re secretly practising to be able to work on your wedding. Soooo at the wedding day you are able to walk down the aisle on your own and Bucky gets happy and speechless and stuff ? Idk maybe it’s weird but I kinda liked the thought of it

A/N: I freaking live for angst, here we go! I don’t know if this is what you asked for exactly. I tried, though! Hope you enjoy! -Kaley xx

Warnings: car accident, disabled!reader, mentions of wreckage, reader cannot walk, fluff, angst

You weren’t an Avenger, you weren’t a fighter, and you certainly didn’t believe you had any enemies. You were normal. It was something you and Bucky worked really hard at achieving. He lived his life, fought the bad guys, saved the world, and got to be amazing while you went to school, worked your part time job, and shopped at Target. Normal. You didn’t do anything to cause anyone any harm, you didn’t steal, spy, or track. You just lived your life day to day and while it may seem boring to some people, you were happy. Bucky made you happy, and being engaged to Bucky sent you over the moon. You loved your quiet little life and you knew Bucky appreciated the stillness of it after working some of the missions that he had been sent on. You had Bucky and Bucky would always have you and that was all you needed.

Except now you were panicking on a freeway while trying to find your cell phone because you were certain there were some people following you. You had just gotten out of class when you had that feeling wash over you, like someone was watching you. You tried to play it off as paranoia, you had just had a long day and needed a nice shower. But when you got to the parking lot where your car was parked the feeling hadn’t subsided, in fact, it was stronger and you were pretty sure you heard footsteps behind you. Once you were settled in your vehicle you locked the doors and got out of there as quick as you could without looking back. Now you kind of wished you would have looked back. The black SUV with the even blacker tinted windows was right on your tail and there were two others that were creeping up on both sides of you. You were in some shit all right.

Finally grabbing a hold of your phone you dialed Bucky’s number as quickly as you could, putting it on speaker and throwing it into the passenger seat. After ringing a few times he picked up, cheerily greeting you.

“Hey, doll! Are you out of class already? I-” but you cut him off before he could finish, “Bucky I think I’m being followed and I don’t know what to do!” Your voice shook with fear as you glanced into your rear views to see the SUVs had gotten even closer. “What? Are you sure they’re following you? What does the car look like?” He frantically asked, and you heard a bunch of rustling in the background.

"There’s three of them, they’re uh, they’re black SUVs, I can’t see who’s driving. The windows are too dark….I’m scared, Bucky.”

Bucky cursed as he heard the fear in your voice, and hurriedly flagged Tony down as he happened to be walking through the training room Bucky and Steve were currently occupying. He gave him a confused look but approached nonetheless. “Yes?” He wondered, looking over at Steve who looked just as lost.

"It’s y/n, she said that she’s being followed by three SUVs. Can you get me a visual?” Bucky quickly asked as he tried to listen for any background noise on your end of the call, praying whoever was after you wouldn’t try shooting at you or your car. “What?!” Steve bellowed as he tried listening in on the call as well, while Tony had Jarvis trace your location.

"Hey, baby, I need you to listen to me, ok? We’re looking at you right now and you need to do exactly as I ask. Can you do that?” Buck asked you as Tony and Steve worked on mapping a way for you to lose the followers. “Yeah, I can. I love you, Bucky.” He felt his chest tighten as you spoke, not liking the circumstances under which you’re saying them, “I love you to, doll. We’re gonna lose ‘em, alright? I promise.” He said before he began telling you which turns to take and which roads to go down as they watched you from the holographic screen Tony controlled.

"I can’t lose them, guys! I don’t know what to do!” You panicked as you felt the car behind you hit up against the back of your car. “They’re trying to crash into me!” You sped up and took a random right turn and looked behind you relieved to not see anyone there.

"Wait, I think I tricked them! They’re gone!” You laughed as you turned back around at the same time you heard Bucky, Steve, and Tony yelling at you through your phone to watch out. By the time you noticed the truck coming at you head on, it was too late. All that managed to escape you was shriek of terror as you felt the impact of your car slamming into the other. Then nothing. It was all black.

Bucky let an agonized roar leave his lungs as he watched your car flip several times before bursting into flames, it was as if someone had ripped his heart out of his chest and he couldn’t remember how to breathe. Everything was numb and he had this consistent ringing in his ears. The sound of your scream haunting his mind. “Bucky! Look at me, buddy! Let’s go get her!” Steve spoke urgently with a tremor in his voice as he quickly guided Bucky to the garage where Tony had a car waiting for the three of them.

"I contacted Bruce and he’s setting up his lab right now, we just need to make sure she’s stable until we get her back here.” Tony informed them as he sped off, not saying anything else. Though the speed the car was traveling at said more than any words could have.

"She’s gonna be fine, everything’s fine.” Steve nodded, looking as though he was trying to convince himself more than anyone. Bucky knew he was scared too, you’d become like a little sister to Steve and though he’d never admit it to you, he held a big soft spot for your corny jokes and determination to bring him up to date with the 21st century.

In no time they were at the crash site, thankfully no one had seen it so there wasn’t any crowding. It looked so much worse in person too, Bucky didn’t want to admit it but he wondered how anyone could survive the outcome your car was currently in. As soon as his feet touched the ground after exiting the car, his knees buckled and he couldn’t stop the tears from leaving his eyes.

That was nearly eight months ago. You’d managed to somehow survive the crash, something Bruce and Dr. Cho had a really hard time understanding. You were just happy you were alive, and so was everyone else. Especially Bucky. After undergoing several immediate operations following the accident you went into a coma. You were in it for nearly two months and when you woke up the first person you saw was Bucky. You’d never seen your strong man cry before, he’d always been the tough one, but when you opened your eyes and squeezed his hand he sobbed for nearly an hour while he held you. It was the worse than the crash, you think.

You were bed ridden for a few days before they gave you the ok to start moving around again. Laying down for so long had weakened your muscles significantly so it was time to build your strength again.

Only you couldn’t do that. With Bucky’s help you sat up at the edge of the bed, and when you tried to stand you would’ve hit the floor if it wouldn’t have been for him catching you. You looked up at him in confusion before trying again, only for the same thing to happen. You spent the next hour trying, and failing, to get your limbs to work and the looks of sympathy you kept getting from Bucky and anyone that happened to come by to see you were bothering you.

"I don’t think I can walk anymore, James.” You stated blankly before scooting back under the covers and turning to face away from him. You stayed that way for two days.

It wasn’t the idea of never walking again that scared you. That’s what everyone assumed was wrong, no. It was the idea of being a bride that couldn’t walk down the isle to marry her fiancé. It was the idea of not getting your first dance with him at your wedding or not getting to run around the yard with your future children that terrified you the most. Simple things that had meant so much to you. It wasn’t fair.

That’s what you found yourself telling Tony one day when you had rolled your wheelchair into the kitchen of the tower. He noticed the frustrated look on your face and asked you what was wrong and before you knew it the pair of you were down in the basement with Rhodey, attempting to build yourself some new leg braces too. It was the first time since finding out you couldn’t walk that you actually held a little bit of hope. Maybe you could walk again. At least down the isle, that’s all you wanted.

The project had taken over the two of you, you’d spend hours in the shop trying new materials and attempting to stand. You and Tony hadn’t actually talked about it but he knew you wanted to keep this secret between the two of you. Your wedding was a month away and you wanted to try, for Bucky. And you did good at keeping it hush until one day Steve came down to talk to Tony about something and found you holding onto railings on either side of you as you managed to stand for nearly two minutes.

"That’s a record, y/n! Longest so far! You’re improving, pretty soon you’ll be carrying Bucky through the threshold.” Tony joked as he lifted you in a hug.

“What’s going on?” You turned and saw the shocked look on Steve’s face before gesturing him to come closer. Obeying, he knelt beside your wheelchair you had sat down in and listened as you explained your newest endeavor to him. He swore not to tell a soul and over the course of the next few weeks he could be found helping you and Tony and always lifting you up when you got discouraged.

And then the day came when you did it. Then you did it again and again and pretty soon you were walking around without the help of anyone holding onto you. Granted, it was a little difficult and you had a pretty wicked limp but you were walking! Tony and Steve cheered and you were engulfed in a sea of muscle as they took turns spinning you around. Rhodey even got a turn as he showed off his leg braces and lifted you up. The four of you laughed together as tears blurred your vision and you squeezed Tony in the tightest hug you’d ever given anyone.

“I can’t thank you enough for all you’ve done for me. You’re amazing.” You whispered as he hugged you to him. You looked over at Steve to see him grinning at you with glistening eyes.

“You too, Cap. You’re the best friend I ever did have.” You joked as you pulled him over to you.

“Bucky’s gonna lose it, y/n/n. You’re gonna be the most beautiful bride the world has ever seen.” He kissed your forehead and backed away as he pointed up the stairs.

“I’m gonna go make sure he’s still distracted with something. Wanda’s probably tired of keeping him busy for me. Just one more week to go and you can walk whenever you please, yeah?” He winked at you and jogged up the steps.

You turned to Tony with a serious look on your face. “I have a serious question for you, Mr. Stark.” You stated as he smirked down at you. “Lay it on me, sweet cheeks.” You rolled your eyes with a smile as you felt yourself grow nervous.

“How would you feel about walking me down the isle?”

And so he did. The big day had finally arrived and you stood with Tony behind the doors separating you from seeing your fiancé. “Nervous?” He questioned as you fidgeted with your bouquet. “More like anxious.” You responded as you heard the wedding march begin to play. “Here we go, you mumbled and felt Tony give your arm a squeeze.

The doors opened and you began your walk down the isle that seemed to go on for miles. You hadn’t looked up yet, afraid of the reaction you’d get from Bucky for hiding this from him. The two of you had a few arguments over the course of the past couple months regarding your disappearances. He thought you didn’t want to be with him anymore and thought you were avoiding him. You had to convince him you were planning the wedding and getting last minute details worked out. Which you did, while Tony tinkered. You were the bride, after all.

You finally looked up into the beautiful eyes of your beautiful man and saw the tears threatening to fall. He had a look of awe upon his face and he was smiling so big you were sure his cheeks were killing him. You felt your eyes well up at the sight of him and choked out a laugh. You were doing it.

You looked over at Steve to see him smiling tearily at you. And you giggled at the shocked looks on Sam and Clint’s faces. Natasha was glaring at you with eyes rimmed red because you were her best friend and she was so happy for you and, she’d never admit it but, she was trying not to cry. You finally stood face to face with Bucky and your tears finally fell when you saw his own fall.

"You’re the most beautiful girl in the universe, doll.” He whispered as he cupped your face in his hands and rested his forehead against yours.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding this from me.” He laughed as you giggled at his wide eyes, “surprise?” You smiled as you grabbed his hands. He looked over his shoulder at Steve and smirked, “you’re a punk.” The guests all laughed as Steve shot back, “okay, jerk.”

The ceremony went beautifully and pretty soon you were being swept off your feet as Bucky carried you down the isle. And later that night, as you laid together in a blissful silence, Bucky propped up on his elbow and looked down at you with a smile. “You’re incredible, you know that?” He asked as he leaned down and nuzzled into your neck. You laughed as his scruff scratched you and tried wiggling away. “Nuh uh, c'mere.” He pulled you closer and kissed your shoulder.

“When I found out I couldn’t walk all that ran through my mind was, ‘I’m not gonna get to walk down the isle at my wedding. I’m not gonna get my first dance with you, and I’m not gonna be able to chase our children around because I can’t walk.’ And I refused to just accept that. I had to try and Tony, Steve, and Rhodey made sure I had all the support I needed. Honestly, without them I probably wouldn’t have done it.” You said as you traced your finger over his chest.

“When you were in the accident and we were on our way to go get you, what ran through mine was, 'God, just let her be alive. Let her come home to me. I can’t live without her.’ Because I can’t. I love Steve, he’s my brother, but I know he thinks that one day I’m gonna snap and I’ll be the same Bucky he knew back in the forties. And the rest of the world don’t know whether to look at me as a murderer or a hero. But you, you see me as Bucky. A guy that is trying his damn hardest to be good. A guy that’s trying to figure it all out. And I love you so much for that alone. You don’t expect anything from me, you aren’t afraid of me. For some reason you love me and I thank god I found you because you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. So when you found out you couldn’t walk and you looked so sad, I promised myself I’d spend the rest of my life doing everything I could to make you happy again. To prove to you that you’re so much more than a disability. But, yet again, you’ve managed to completely blow me away and surprise me with just how independent you are and just how much more I need you than you need me.”

You grabbed his chin and brought him down so you could give him a kiss. “I love you, James Buchanan Barnes.” You whispered against his lips before you kissed them again.

“I love you so much more, y/n y/m/n Barnes.”

She’s not you

Originally posted by sparklingnifflers

Prompt: A lot of people wanted insecure reader so here we are! 


    This is for all the insecure girls whether it’d be physically or emotionally.


         Their laughter filled the air creating a stone in (Y/n)’s chest. She sat at the table her sketches strewn across the table, yet she was unable to concentrate. Her thoughts kept returning to the two sitting in the living room. The jokes and small talk were stones set to weigh her heart down. Every moment it got harder and harder to listen. 

          (Y/n) couldn’t understand why this was affecting her so much. Newt was hers, not Tina’s. Yet as the two continued to joke around, something stirred inside (Y/n) that made her sick. It felt like the old butterflies had turned into wasps that seemed to tear at her stomach.

           She felt her eyes starting to burn the sign that tears were on their way. So she gathered her things and quietly exited to her temporary room. She set her belongings on the desk before plopping down on the bed. Something wet trailed down her cheeks as her chest seemed to tighten.

            Why was Tina so great? Why couldn’t (Y/n) be just as good as her? Well to (Y/n) it was obvious…. She was beautiful and (Y/n) felt that she wasn’t. She only had dull (E/C) eyes and greasy (H/C) hair. She had a lot more scars than Tina. She was socially awkward and could never word anything right it seemed. (Y/n) couldn’t blame Newt if he did fall in love with Tina.Tina seemed to have everything.

              “Oh, Sweetie…. None of that is true….”  (Y/n) jumped slightly at Queenie’s voice and quickly wiped her tears away. She looked away trying to ignore how her body shook from trying to contain her sobs. “Stop reading my thoughts Queenie,” She whimpered.

                Queenie’s eyes softened and she sat in front of (Y/n) giving the girl a sad smile. “Sorry, Sweetie…. It’s hard to ignore you when you’re hurting,” She stated. (Y/n) felt the tears rising again and struggled against the urge to gasp for air. “Queenie, please… Just leave it alone.” Queenie wrapped her arms around (Y/n) sighing slightly. ‘(Y/n) there is nothing wrong with you…. Newt’s not going to leave you…”

                  (Y/n) felt something warm slipping down her cheeks and a small whimper came from her. “How do you know Queenie…” She snapped slightly, fear rising through her at the thought. Queenie pulled away a knowing look on her face. “(Y/n) I may not know…. but I know someone who does.”

                    Queenie stood up and went to the door and for a moment (Y/n) was confused. That’s when she realized who she was talking about. “Queenie don’t you-”

                    “Newt sweetie will you come in here?” (Y/n) felt her heart stop as she heard Newt excuse himself from Tina’s presence. Her heart hammered in her chest as if it was trying to break free from her ribcage. 

                      Newt walked in with his signature smile across his face. “Hey, Queenie what’s-” Newt stopped the moment he saw (Y/n)’s face. Her eyes were filled with tears and were already puffy and red. Concern filled his eyes and he was instantly sitting in front of her. His eyes scanning her face and his hands holding her cheeks. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?”

                       Seeing him seemed to break (Y/n). She started sobbing as she hugged him tightly. Her heart aching with every sob that wracked her body. Newt was taken back having never seen her like this before, but soon he was mumbling soothing words in her ear. “Shhh it’s alright I got you…”

                        After what seemed like hours it seemed (Y/n) had finally calmed down. She pulled away taking a deep breath before looking away from him. Newt’s eyes softened and he tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “(Y/n) what’s wrong?” (Y/n) seemed hesitant before she mumbled, “I understand if you like Tina Newt….. She’s a lot better than me…”

                         Newt frowned. “(Y/n)…” She wouldn’t look at him tears once again pricking her eyes. “(Y/n) look at me…” He mumbled eyes softening as she finally gazed up at him. “(Y/n)… Don’t ever feel that way…. I love you and you alone.” Newt took her arms and let out a sad laugh as he slowly traced her scars. “I love every scar that you have… Cause I remember how much I worried over everyone.” Tears were visible in his eyes as he gave (Y/n) a small smile. “I love how awkward you are cause it’s the most adorable thing I’ve seen… Especially when you say things wrong.” He met your eyes and a small grin formed on his face.  “And don’t even get me started on your beautiful (E/C) eyes or your hair.” He pressed a kiss on her nose sending tears trailing down her cheek. “I love every part of you (Y/n). Tina has none of the things I’ve listed and if she does it’s not even close to you….”

                        (Y/n) smiled and for the first time in a long time, she actually felt calm. “Newt… I love you… You know that?” He let out a chuckle and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Yes, I know…. Just remember that I love you too.”

|| anything for you ||

[request prompt: Um hello! I was wondering if you could write a Peter x plus size/chubby reader? The reader always stands up for him against the bullies only to go on to say pretty mean things about herself. Maybe Peter doesn’t mind that she’s bigger than him, maybe he finds her cute and soft? Idk I’m sorry. I’m just having a crummy day where I’m having trouble loving my body 😞]

here’s a very relatable story ❤️💙❤️💙❤️💙 we all have our crummy days, but I just hope you all know that we’re all just different types of beautiful ♡

You don’t have to be any other way than what you are to be known as beautiful ♡

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A Proper Man - Fp Jones x Reader

REQUEST - ‘Since I too love FP I’d love a one shot where you see him standing at the bar while you’re out with friends and you flirt with him until he asks if you want to get out of the bar with him and then just take the story however far you want. :))’
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WORD COUNT - 3,869
A/N - So this is actually my first ever one shot. I write a few fan fiction stories, but I’ve never written a one shot, so I really hope it’s okay and someone like it at least. My requests for more one shots are open, so if you want something written then drop me a message! I’ve got more coming though so watch this space and enjoy this one xx
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It was a Saturday night. One of the more busiest times for night owls to flock to the party scene for a fun filled night. The bar on the South Side of town had always been a rowdy place most nights of the week and from anywhere after noon. 

The Whyte Wyrm in particular on a Saturday hadn’t been this loud since before the summer had started. But tonight a group of girls from a neighbouring town had been passing through on a bar crawl and they were definitely having much needed celebrations. 

As soon as the door swung open and the sound of high heels coming down the steps towards the main area of the bar, it was almost like every male attention flocked their heads round to look at the group of seven girls approaching the bar side. They were talking loudly, some even cheering and laughing highly, wanting to continue on their fun for the night.

One in particular was already being held up by two other girls beside her, a plastic faux sparkly tiara sat on her head, whilst a band was draped over her shoulders saying ‘Bride To Be’ and it matched with the other girls who had the word 'Bachelorettes’ across theirs.

It was a Bachelorette party. A group of girls giving their friend the ultimate send off before she went on her merry way to married life. Although one girl in particular wasn’t so thrilled her friend, the bride to be was already near enough drunk and this was the third bar they had arrived to.

“Hey, easy, easy.” You said trying to steady your friend onto the stool she was now struggling to get up onto.

“Oh relax! Let’s have some more drinks.” The bride suggested in an excited tone, before a chorus of excitement and cheers followed around her friends.

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing that this night was suppose to be about fun and your best friends last night of freedom, but all you kept thinking about was how glum you felt inside and how you didn’t really want to be there right now.

No matter what you tried to do, whether that was distracting yourself with drink or looking out for your friends, you couldn’t shake off this feeling and it was getting you down for feeling so selfish right now, but you had your own reasons.

“Maybe we shouldn’t stay here too long,” You found yourself saying as another one of your friends handed you over a shot glass, “you know what they say about this side of town..”

“Oh c'mon! Where’s your sense of fun gone?!” The bride turned to face you with raised brows.

“Yeah, this is suppose to be the bride’s night, she’s the only one who is allowed to get miserable about saying goodbye to the high life.” The other friend said, as you took the shot from her.

“She’s right you know,” You heard a voice say from behind you, before you spun your head round to look at the mysterious stranger, “but what do they say about this side of town?”

You felt your stomach drop slightly as you came face to face with a man, a handsome man if that, wearing a black t-shirt and matching leather jacket, whilst a pair of jeans hung around his waist and the same coloured boots covered his feet.

He had a light layer of stubble growing over his masculine face, his dark brown eyes burned into your own, almost like if you ever so much dared to look away, he would entice you straight back in, but like you would even dare to look away now, when you even had the urge to reach across and run your fingers through his dark messy hair.

“Uh, you know..” You tried to form some kind of explanation, but the way this man was looking at you and the vibe he was giving off, he made you feel nervous to even speak the truth, in more ways than one.

“She’s just not drunk enough yet, right girls?” The other friend stepped in, as there was another chorus of cheers from their group.

“Well, I should buy you all another round.” The man offered, leaning across and informing the bartender to get the girls some more drinks.

The bride to be nudged your side, giving you a smirk and a suggestive look, before she hit her shot glass into your own and the both of you knocked back the strong liquid. Once you laid the glass back down, your eyes trailed back over to the man, his eyes also coming over to meet you, where he gave you a knowing look.

What was with this man?

Not only was his damn attractive and left you lost for words for the first time in your life, but he also brought over this uneasy feeling that you couldn’t even work out. Part of you felt on edge to find out what he really wanted and what he was up to. There was no doubt he was from around here, it wasn’t just him asking about what she thought about his side of the tracks, but it was the way he dressed and the way he acted what gave off warning signs.

But it was like you didn’t want him to back down either. This excitement mixed with the nervous feeling was one you hadn’t felt in a very long time. The way he kept looking over at you and hadn’t left your gaze was lighting something inside of you that you didn’t know would ever come back.

As the next tray of shots got brought over, you went over to reach one to calm your nerves, knowing the girls were right and that you did need to loosen up, as well as control yourself around this mysterious man, but another hand stopped you from going any further.

“Here,” He said handing you over a drink, his fingers grazing over your own as you went to take it from him, “let your friends know that the drinks are on the bar for you all tonight.”

You frowned back at him in confusion, his offer almost too surprising, “Wait, are you sure?”

“Of course. It’s rare we ever get a pretty bridal party come in here. So I’d like to keep you happy enough to stick around and no doubt you’ll be doing me a favour also by pulling in more customers.” He explained to you, like it really was no big deal.

“Uh,” You looked around the room, seeing that it was still mainly male dominated in here, before your eyes fell back on the over generous stranger, “thanks I guess.”

“No problem,” He nodded back at you, before turning back to the other girls, “enjoy your night ladies.”

He was moments away from slipping back past you and disappearing off into the midst of the bar, when your best friend, the said bride to be, turned to him and grabbed hold of the collar of his jacket, “No, where are you going?”

“Uh,” He looked down at her hand on him and then back over to you, “I was going to leave you to it..”

“No. You should stay,” The bride smirked, before looking over at you suggestively, “shouldn’t he?”

“Uh,” You found herself lost for words again, frowning at your friend in confusion, before you looked at the man himself, “I guess if you want to..”

“Of course he does! How could he resist so much female attention?” Your other friend added from behind the bride.

“I guess I could sit and have one drink with you all.” The man concluded, as he hopped up onto the bar stool beside you and ordered himself a beer.

Leaning over to your best friend, you grabbed her attention and gave her a pissed off look, “What are you doing?”

“Relax. It’s ok. He’s just having a drink with us. No problem, is it?” Your friend smiled lightly.

“Uh,” You frowned a little deeper, “we don’t even know him..”

“No, but you’re going to get to know him, aren’t you?” The bride changed her smile into a smirk, before she tapped the stranger’s arm and began to get into conversation with him, leaving you nothing else to do than listen from beside her.

What was she playing at?

Could they really trust this guy?

And why was she being made to get to know him out of all of them?

Not that drunk her would mind getting to know this hot stranger but still.
But as you found yourself drinking more from the bar, finding out more about said mysterious man from your friends constant questions and accusations, you didn’t quite mind having this guy around for company, it was entertaining at least and nothing you could have imagined would have happened.

Plus he was pretty damn good to look at also. His eyes were what really couldn’t tear you away. They were just so good to look at. His mannerisms also sent you over the edge nearly. Especially when his leg brushed up against your own bare one of a few times where your dress didn’t quite reach. It was getting a little hot in the bar. Or maybe it was just the booze in your system. Or the guy beside you who was giving you serious vibes that he could have potentially wanted you.

“I-i-i just need the ladies room,” The bride to be announced a little while later, as she looked between the man and you, “I’ll be back. Keep him entertained whilst I’m gone.”

You gave her a look once again that night, as you helped her get down from the stool and your other friend headed to the restroom with her in her drunken state, as you nervously turned back round to face the man you had been left with.

“She’s a right fire cracker that one.” The man remarked, as he knocked back some of his beer.

“Yeah,” You nodded your head with a small smile, “she is. I’m surprised she is still standing to be honest.”

“Well, I’m sure you will look after her, right?” He looked over at you.

“Yeah, of course.”

Turning your head away from him slightly as a silence came over the two of you, you began to swirl your glass around slowly, watching the ice cubs move around the liquid as they began to melt in the heat, wishing your friends would hurry back so you wouldn’t have to be left alone with him for much longer.

You were way out of your depth right now.

Or at least this new closed up and less fun you was. If it had been two years ago, you would have been all over this man and just giving into your attraction to him, but too much had happened lately that you just weren’t ready.

“Do you have anyone to take care of you?” The man asked you, pulling your attention out of your thoughts and away from the glass.

Slowly turning back to face him, you frowned in confusion, “W-what do you mean?”

“You know, do you have anyone to take care of you?” He repeated.

“What like on nights out or?” You presumed with raised brows.

“No,” He smirked lightly, as he leant a little closer, “I mean back home. Is there someone going to be waiting up for you?”

You felt your heart sink at his question. Your mind flooded with past memories and feelings. As you went to open your mouth to speak, but no one words come out, almost like it was too soon to admit to the outside world that things weren’t the same anymore.

“Apart from her annoying older sister, no she won’t have.”

Flinging your head round to behind you, you saw your best friend jump back up onto the bar stool in her drunken manner and turn to face the man, he looked back over at you and then on her with a small nod.

“What are you doing?!” You demanded an explanation, as to why she thought she could just swim back in and talk to for you.

Ignoring your question on her, the bride leant back over to the man more and continued on, “see, just last weekend, my best friend here, she got dumped by the guy she should have dumped in the first place. Her stupid high school romance came to an end after however many years of lies and cheating on the guys half, my best friend here finally got away from the douche we all grew to hate,”

You went a death glare over to your bestfriend, feeling your chest tighten as you let your best friend ramble on and exploit your secret heartbreak to this man, who probably didn’t even want to hear it right now.

But you couldn’t even speak up for yourself. You didn’t even know how. Because the heartache was still raw. It hadn’t even healed yet. You didn’t even know where to start to heal the heartache.

“So if you’re wondering why she has been so grouchy and over sensitive tonight it is because of him, it is because of that lying cheating bastard that my best friend is just not her usual fun, easy going and adventurous self tonight.” She finished, before turning to you and rubbing your arm comfortingly.

You never turned your head back to look at the man on the other side of you. One because you were glaring at your friend for exposing something so personal and private to a guy who probably didn’t even care in her drunken state, but also because you felt nervous of his reaction, almost like you presumed he would mock you or take advantage of the situation.

“Is that so?” You heard him say.

The bride to be rolled her eyes over to you, almost like she was hinting for you to speak up and defend yourself, but when you didn’t and kept silent, she nodded back at the man with sad look.

Before she had the chance to go on more about how this waste of a space ex had destroyed your life and confidence, a song came over the speakers that made the bride to be and her friends around her widen their face in excitement, before they all began to jump off their stools.

“Oh my god! This is my song!” The bride exclaimed excitedly, as you sighed lightly, really in no mood to go and dance right now.

You just wanted to go home. Or just anywhere away from the party scene. You needed a break. You needed time to process what was going on and the life you were living now.

The other girls began to drag the bride away from the bar, wanting them to go off and let loose, but the bride was clinging to your hand, “Come on. Let’s go and have some fun.”

“She can stay with me,” The man offered, noticing your lack of enthusiasm to go off and be with them, “it’s all good here.”

You turned your head to face him for the first time since your best friend had informed him the reasons behind your grouchiness. His eyes met with yours once again and your stomach flipped at the look he was giving you. You couldn’t even explain what it meant. But it almost made you feel assured that it would all be ok. That you were safe with him here. That you could have that much needed break.

The bride rolled her eyes back onto you with a small smile, before you nodded in acceptance of the guys offer, “Go on.”

Squeezing your arm back excitedly, the bride and the group of girls you called your friends hurried over to go dance, leaving you and the mystery guy alone for the rest of the time being, causing your nerves to start bumping around your body again.

“Was what she said true?” The man asked you once they had gone.

“What?” You looked back nervously.

“About your ex? The high school romance?” He questioned further.

“Uh yeah,” You nodded, before clearing your dry throat, “it’s all true.”

“That’s the thing about high school romances, they never last,” He continued on as he watched you take a sip from your drink, “what you really need is a proper man.”

Your eyes nearly bulged out of your own head when you heard him say this, you had to put your now empty drink down and shake your head, having to remind yourself that you weren’t dreaming and the ridiculously attractive mysterious man had just said that.

“A-are you hitting on me?” You found yourself asking for clarification.

Would it be bad if I was?“ He asked, before he turned to face you more, "why else do you think I’ve been sat here for so long listening to your best friend drunkenly ramble on? I’ve been waiting for you to show up.”

“To show up?” You frowned back in confusion. “I’ve been here all along.”

“The real you,” He answered with a small smirk, “the one before all the ex drama.”

If you had been sober, you would have probably kicked the guy in the crotch and stormed off out of there for what he was saying. But right now. This guy wanted you. And had only been sat here because of you. This was the most attention you had from a male in weeks, months, maybe even the past year, your past relationship never being this thrilling and exciting.

“I guess she’s just not coming out to play tonight.” You remarked.

“Guess I’ll just have to try a little harder then, won’t I?” He kept his gaze on you.

“Guess you will..” You found yourself flirting back, as you leant across and took his beer from him.

He watched you with excitement as you brought the bottle up to your lips and took a large swig from the booze, finishing off his bottle and going to order you both another round of drinks, wanting to listen to the other side of you that was just telling you to just chill out and be the girl you were before all the hurt.

Because was the girl your friends knew and loved, the girl you were before all the drama with your ex, the girl who this guy beside you wanted to see and get to know, the girl you were suppose to be and knew deep down you could be again.

And that’s what happened.

The drinks flowed. As well as a conversation about absolutely everything. The South Side. The bar they were in. The job you held back home. You even found out his name. FP was all he told you. You knew it had to stand for something. And when he did tell you. You couldn’t help but laugh that such a dark character had such a formal name.

“You know, I really do think she has come out to play.” Fp leant over to you, the gap between you two not even a gap anymore from how many times you had grown closer over the night.

“You think so?” You ran your tongue over your lip teasingly, before looking back at him, “I don’t think she quite has yet..”

“Oh really?” He smirked, leaning away slightly and laying his beer down.

“Yeah. But I do think she is ready to show you the real side of her.” You found yourself saying, a daring twinkle in your eyes.

“Do you want to get out of here?” Fp asked you, laying his hand on your knee.

“I thought you’d never ask.” You smirked, as you turned your head round to look at your friends still dancing hours later, before you hopped off the stool and waited for Fp to join you.

Fp lead you through the back entrance of the bar and out into the parking lot, before he got one of his more sober friends to give him a ride back to his place.

You felt the waves of excitement and nerves hit you as you sat in the back of the vehicle, Fp beside you his hand resting on your knee as he stared out of the window watching the night sky roll by.

With in only five minutes, the car came to a stop outside a trailer park not far from the bar. It looked run down and the type of area your parents would warn you about when you were a kid. The exact feeling you had when you had first saw Fp come over to you and your friends at the bar.

But now you had got to know the guy more and had drink running through your veins, you didn’t care less where this guy was from or what he would be doing the next day, because you knew come tomorrow you and Fp wouldn’t even cross paths ever again.

This was a one night thing.

Going over to his trailer, he unlocked the door and headed inside, you followed behind him and entered the untidy yet still cosy trailer. You didn’t even have a moment to breathe or even step further inside the place, when Fp crashed his lips onto your own and pushed you up against the now closed front door.

You found yourself sighing heavily into the kiss, his hands wrapping around your waist as yours came round his neck. Your lips moving in synch hungrily and passionately, the taste of booze lingering in both of your mouths, as things began to heat up between the two of you.

Fp shrugged you out of your jacket and his own, before your hands found themselves under his t-shirt, touching his warm bare back and his own were tangled through your hair. This man certainly knew how to kiss a woman, so much so that the excitement in your belly kept growing, thinking about how much pleasure he really could give you.

Between many kisses, touches, thrills and groans, the two of you crashed back down onto the couch inside the trailers small living room. Your breathing heavy as you felt Fp press a light kiss into the back of your neck and you were moments away from rolling back over to kiss him again, when you  heard your cell phone began to ring throughout the quiet home.

Sighing to yourself, you grabbed hold of your withdrawn garments and pulled them on, before going over to your jacket just as it finished ringing. Seeing that it was one of your friends calling you, probably wondering where the hell you were, you went to type out a text back to them to assure them.

“You think your friend will be happy that you got to know me tonight?” Fp asked from the couch with a smirk.

“Yeah I think so,” You returned the gesture, as you slipped your phone back away and finished getting dressed, “uh and thanks for showing me what a proper man is like.”

He turned his head to look back up at you with an amused expression, “You’re most welcome.”

Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 10

Alright my lovelies! @outlandishchridhe is still busy doing her awesome nurse-y things, so we haven’t had a chance to plot anything for Vegas. But… I’ve got a bit of Red Jamie written, so I thought I’d spoil you all. Just remember, you asked for this. You’ll get 10 today and 11 on Thursday. But then you’ll have a full week to wait for 12. @diversemediums is a total rockstar and I love her brain. We’ve come up with some really great plans for the future of this series. Enjoy!

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Being pregnant with Daryl's child would include:

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• Him being pretty excited about your pregnancy even though he would show that on his own kind of way 

• Him trying to find baby stuff as well as prenatal vitamins whenever he is on a run to make sure that you and the baby have everything you need

• Him talking to the baby in your belly while calling them “little asskicker” and telling them how much you both already love them

• Him always keeping a knife and his crossbow next to your bed to make sure that he can protect you both if anyone dares to attack

• Him just shaking his head chuckling when he comes once again in the kitchen, finding you making some weird food combination just to ask you grinning  if you’re serious before telling you to sit down and wait because he’ll make it for you

• Him staying with you every time you have to go through morning sickness, holding your hair and rubbing over your back 

• Him asking Rick here and there for an advice on how to handle babies and kids

• Him keeping his hothead under control for you even though your swinging moods caused by the pregnancy hormones make it pretty hard for him

• Him giving you back massages when your pregnant and heavy belly is giving you a hard time again

• Him now being more thankful for Alexandria and its safety than ever before

• Him having to think about how cruel his father was while being determined to be the best father possible for the baby

• Him being fascinated and excited when he first feels the baby moving and actually having a few tears in his eyes when he realizes again that you both are going to have a little family

• Him thinking about if he should suggest “Merle” as a name if it’s a boy or not

• Him on the one hand side wanting to reduce his runs to be able to stay as much as possible by your side, on the other hand side wanting to get as many supplies as possible for you and your baby

• Him taking the photo of the ultrasound everywhere with him, especially on runs

• Him actually liking to fall asleep with you huddled up to him while he has his hand placed on your belly

• Him promising you even more now before he leaves for a run to take care and to come back healthy to the both of you

• Him imagining how he’s teaching your child how to shoot with his crossbow

• Him always keeping an eye on you and being even more protective than he was before

• Especially when you’re in your very last weeks him eventually refusing to go on runs to be there when the baby comes and to stay by your side

• Him being especially around that time afraid that something could happen to you and your child during the birth even though he would try to not show you that to not make you unnecessarily nervous

• When your contractions start him directly bringing you to the infirmary, staying by your side the whole time, hating to see you in pain and holding your hand even though he feels like he has to walk around through being so nervous and excited at the same time

• Seeing then how your newborn child lays in arms would make him tear up, realizing once again how much he loves you both 


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family expectations / sirius black

requested. i have finally posted something and it’s probably crap. i apologize if it is x 

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Your elbows were propped on the table, fingers pressed against your temple as your right leg bounced up and down, brows furrowed in concentration. You kept mumbling to yourself ingredients to a potion, your concentration drifting away every time laughter erupted from a group of what seemed to be second years sitting in a corner.

You were at the library trying to revise for your upcoming N.E.W.T. exam in Potions and it was going well till those disruptive kids appeared.

“Powdered root of Asphodel, Wormwood, Valerian Spri-”

“Thats bloody hilarious!”

Your hands clenched into tight fists, knuckles turning white as you slammed them down on the table and abruptly stood up to make your way over to the group. If Madam Pince wasn’t going to resolve this issue then you were.

All you wanted was peace and quiet but it appeared that no matter where you went to revise, distractions always followed you.

“Whoa! Who are you going to kill?” 

Speaking of distractions.

“I’m not going to kill anyone.” You huffed.

“Really? Because your eyes scream murder.” He commented.

You stared at the luxuriant ebony-haired boy, another huff escaping your lips as you ignored his comment. “What are you doing here?” You questioned.

“What? Am I not the type to be found at a library, finding a solid good book to read?”

“You and reading don’t really go hand in hand.” The tone of your voice hinted irritation.  

“Ouch.” He feigned, placing a hand over his chest. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I’m fine.” You lied, your eyes flickering over to the group that erupted into another fit of laughter, your hands clenching against your sides.

Sirius raised an eyebrow at you, silence consuming him for a moment as he didn’t want to press any buttons that would cause you to become more irritated than what you already are, so he studied the look on your face in hopes to find evidence about what’s bugging you. The dark bags under your eyes gave away how restless you’ve been, the pale color that covered your usually rosy lips hinted insufficient fluid consumption, and the sight of your unkempt hair showed that you’ve been far too distracted with something that you were neglecting your appearance. And he knew the reason why had to be that you’ve been relentlessly revising for the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Y/N, baby. I think you should take a break.” He said softly, reaching for one of your hands.

You shook your head, biting at your bottom lip. “No. I can’t rest until I take the exam, Sirius.”

“C'mon you’ve been revising all week. A little break won’t hurt, love. We can sneak out and go out to eat or do whatever you want. It’ll be fun.” He tried to persuade but you shook your head again. “Listen Sirius, I’m fine and just need to study, alright? Please just leave me alone. That’s what I want. Peace and quiet with no distractions.” You explained.

“But-”

“No buts, Sirius. You don’t understand. I need to study and you’re not helping. You’ll only be distracting me so please go.” You requested as the edges of your lips twitched into a frown, your eyes closing when he leaned forward to place a lingering kiss on your forehead.

“If that’s what you really want.” He mumbled against your skin. “I’m here for you, you know that right?” His hands squeezed yours, his soften eyes fixed on you.

You nodded but stayed silent, a sigh escaping your lips once you watched him eventually walk away from you. You were angry at yourself for responding to him that way, but you knew that revising was far more important at the moment, especially since having received that Howler not too long ago.

“Y/F/N, your father and I have heard a rumor that you blew up your cauldron in class recently. That indicates that you have made a mistake and such things are not tolerated in this household. You should be ashamed! You’re the Head Girl and a top student! You come from a lineage of Ravenclaws and to make such an empty-headed mistake brings dishonor to this family. It will be in your best interest to maintain top marks in your N.E.W.T.s. or else.”

Your mothers words constantly replayed itself in your head and you knew that if anyone would’ve overheard the Howler, they would have laughed at how your mother was plainly overreacting and you would’ve agreed with them. She was overreacting but she never played around when it came to your academics. That’s why you’ve been pushing yourself past your limit these days, you had to achieve top marks. You feared that wouldn’t be the case with your Potions class though. You had always struggled a bit with the class, not being a natural potion maker like one of your friends from Gryffindor. You tend to mix up the ingredients and never actually had the patience to brew the thing.

You had came to a decision the next day that you were going to skip your classes the entire day, spending your time and attention on revising and memorizing the potions you needed to know instead. It was your absence that caused Sirius to worry even more. That following morning after having found you in the library, he didn’t see you in the Great Hall where you usually sat with your friends and throughout the day you never showed up at your usual meet up spots nor in the classes the two of you shared together. He was worried for you and began to ask around if anyone knew your whereabouts but no one could give him an accurate answer because they were just as clueless.

“B-Bowtruckle.” You managed to spit out, the Fat Lady eyeing you for a moment before opening up the entrance to the Gryffindor’s Common Room. You managed to walk through the entrance without falling, the grasp you had on the bottle of Firewhisky tightening. “Sirius?” You slurred, eyebrows knitting together as you tried to get a good look of the boy who was slumped in one of the couches.

Sirius head swiftly turned to look at you, his eyes widening as he practically flew off the couch and was by your side in seconds. “Have you been drinking?” He questioned, his voice trailing off when he caught site of the bottle held tightly in one of your hands.

“No.” You lied.

“I can see the bottle, Y/N/N.”

“What bottle?” You grinned cheekily at him, moving your hand behind your back.

“Give it to me.”

“No.”

“Give it.”

“No.”

He tried to reach behind your back but you quickly moved, stumbling a bit in the process. “Don’t be stubborn and give me the bottle. I can practically smell the alcohol on you.” He pointed out, grabbing a tight hold of you as his free hand reached for the bottle once more, managing to be successful this time.

“Boo! You’re no fun.” You stuck your tongue at him, crossing your arms against your chest in defiance as you refused to let him drag you to the couch.

“Why are you drinking, love? Especially at this time of night?” He asked.

“Well, why are you up so late?” You questioned.

“Because I was hoping you’d show up with an explanation to why you’ve disappeared all day without telling me or anyone in fact.” He answered.

The only thing your mind was able to grasp though was the Howler your mother had sent, your lips beginning to tremble as your eyes started watering.“I’m so dumb!” You cried, falling to the floor. Sirius couldn’t help but let out a quiet laugh, the small smile etched on his lips soon disappearing when he noticed the tears that started to stream down your cheeks. “Ssh baby, don’t cry. You’re not dumb.” He assured, dropping the bottle before sitting down beside you and trying to wipe the tears but you gently swatted his hand away.

Your body was sprawled across the floor, eyes lazily staring up at the common room ceiling, “Yes I am!” You declared. “I’m terrible at potions! I blew up t-that cauldron last week, remember?” Your words were slurred but still understandable.

“Yes, but that doesn’t make you dumb.” He tried to reason.

“Yes it does!” You hiccuped, your arms flailing around as you tried to use proper hand gestures. “It’s a mistake! I made a mistake and in my family that i-isn’t acceptable! I’m in Ravenclaw we’re s-supposed to be the smart ones and I’m terrible at Potions so I’m going to fail my exam and my family will d-disown me and i’ll be homeless and eat sewer rats for the rest of my life because I won’t find a job! That’s why i’ve been studying for that final all day. And oh merlin! I was so rude to you yesterday at the library. I’m such a terrible person! All you wanted to do was help and I’m so sorry! I needed to be alone and to study in peace. I don’t want to be a disappointment.”

Sirius stared at you with wide eyes, not being able to stop himself from smiling at the way you overdramatized part of your reasons. It was clear to him now on why you didn’t show up to class today. You were overly stressed about the exams that were quickly approaching.

“Stop it! You’re laughing at me.” You accused, covering your face with your hands. “I came here to find and talk to you and apologize for being such a mean girlfriend, but you’re laughing at me.”

“I’m not laughing at you, love. I swear. And you’re not some terrible girlfriend. You’re just stressed and I think you’re overreacting a tad bit.”

“No I’m not!”

“Yes you are and do you know why?” He questioned.

“Why?” You whispered, peeping through your fingers so you could look at him.

“Because you’re the smartest girl I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. And don’t say you’re not because you are.” He went on. “So what if you blew up some cauldrons? Peter has blown up twice as many I bet. And if your family is going to disown you because of that then screw them. And that’s coming from the original family disappointment here.” He laughed. “You’re not perfect, Y/N, no one is. So it’s okay if you struggle with a class, trust me. That doesn’t make you any less intelligent. I also don’t think that just because you’re not able to brew up a potion properly it will land you on the streets and cause you to eat sewer rats. Besides, I wouldn’t let that happen.”

You sat up swiftly, elbows propping up on the floor as you felt the blood rushing to your head, causing your vision to blur a bit. “Do you mean that?” You whispered, tears stinging the corners of your eyes.

“Every word.” He smiled. “You’re going to do just fine. And besides, if you do end up living in the streets and eating rats then I know the perfect spell that’ll make it taste better.”

You let out out a laugh, your lips curving up into a smile. “Oh Sirius Black! I love you so much!” You exclaimed, throwing yourself on top of him, your arms wrapping around him as the two of you fell back.

“I love you too, princess. Just remember to take it easy and find some time to give yourself a break.” He murmured, his voice softly spoken as he massaged deep circles onto your back. “And don’t try to live up to some ridiculously high expectations. Like i’ve mentioned, It’s not worth it and it doesn’t make you any less intelligent.”

“What would I do without you?” You mused into his chest, the both of you nonverbally deciding to stay on the common room floor for the rest of the night.

“Dunno, love. Maybe eat sewer rats?”

Rhaegar x Stark!Reader...

Word Count: 1,864

Warning: None

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You knew the moment the crowned prince offered you the crown and gave you the title as “Queen of Love and Beauty” over his wife that this wasn’t just a harmless action. The way his purple indigo eyes watched you as you took the crown from the tip of his lance and placed it on your head…it scared you. The way he watched you even as everyone in attendance remained seated, all watching with eyes wide and full of shock, confusion, and a few of outrage. This wasn’t something you and your twin sister, Lyanna, would be gushing about later in your tent.

At least it wasn’t Lyanna. You couldn’t help but think as your brothers, Brandon and Ned, pulled you from the stands and back toward where the tents of the North had been set up among those of the Stormlands and the Vale.

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Papa (Jikook)

Little fingers that were wrapped around his thumb, Jungkook remembers distinctly the day he had first seen his daughter.

His first instinct was to freeze right at the spot just staring at Jimin who was much braver and made his way to the nurse holding the baby and taking her into his arms.

“Hey, baby girl,” Jimin said looking at the baby.

Jungkook was still unable to move just staring at Jimin.

Jimin looked up at Jungkook.

“You wanna hold her?”

Jungkook nodded in less than a second. He had wanted this so bad as he saw Jimin make his way to him and then handing her to him.

Jungkook held her like she was made of glass. He was scared he would hurt her in some way. She was so fragile, so small fast asleep, her eyes tight shut and her little fingers curled up into a fist.

Jungkook felt a surge of emotions he had never felt before.

He was happy as he could feel tears well up in his eyes.

“Hey baby,” he said. “I am your papa”

Next, to him, Jimin cracked a smile looking at them fondly.

“She is our daughter, Jimin,” Jungkook said in a way that he couldn’t believe his own words.

Jimin nodded tearing up.

“Yeah she is our little girl,” he said.

Jungkook looked back at the sleeping girl and smiled as he let Jimin take her away and cradling her into his arms.

He stood close by watching her sleep as he held her little hand and then pressed a swift kiss.

“Papa loves you so much,”

The baby didn’t react at all expect for grabbing one of Jungkook’s fingers in between her fist and Jungkook looked at Jimin who was tearing up again and he looked back at the little girl sleeping soundly her hand still around Jungkook’s finger.

At that time Jungkook was sure this was the best moment of his life.




Jungkook remembers all the sleepless night they had when Jieun would cry the whole night and they would have no idea why.

Jimin would try his best to stop her from crying as he would walk around the room rocking her to sleep.

It almost always worked and Jieun would be asleep in the next hour or so leaving a sleep-deprived Jimin who would be very cranky the next morning until Jungkook would get him his cup of coffee.

But they both knew they could do nothing about it as Jieun would fall asleep only when she was held by Jimin.

She would start crying the moment Jungkook tried to rock her to sleep. So now he had stopped trying and instead just watched his husband do it.

Jungkook couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t being a good father to Jieun. She always preferred her dad over her papa. Jimin rocked her to sleep, fed her and dressed her every day and when Jungkook so much as even tried to do anything it would only resulting in crying forcing Jimin to take her away from Jungkook.

In fact, Jieun seemed more comfortable around Seokjin as he was the only person Jimin allowed to hold Jieun. Jimin simply didn’t trust Taehyung and Hoseok with a baby. And for Namjoon and Yoongi they were content in watching from a distance. She would climb on Seokjin’s lap and let him hold her.

Despite Jimin’s reassurances, Jungkook felt he couldn’t connect with his daughter.

“She is only nine months old, Kookie,” Jimin said when Jungkook had confessed what he had felt. “I am sure she will be more comfortable when she grows up”

Jungkook just nodded sighing.

“Don’t worry, okay?” Jimin said as he pressed a kiss on Jungkook’s forehead.

Jungkook nodded.

Just then he heard a crying voice. It was Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said as he left and came back with Jieun who had now stopped crying and was holding a rattle in her hand almost smiling at Jimin.

“She was crying because she dropped her rattle,” Jimin said as he kissed her on the cheek.

Jungkook nodded smiling. All he wanted was to hold his daughter.

That night Jieun was crying again and had been doing it for over an hour. Jungkook had long given tried to sleeping as he saw Jimin walking in the room patting her back and rock her.

“Jungkook,” Jimin said. “She won’t stop

Jimin sounded weary and he looked really tired too with bags under his eyes. It was 1 am already and they were supposed to wake around 7. They hardly got any sleep.

“You gave her the toys?” Jungkook asked.

“Yes,” he said. “She still won’t stop crying”

Jimin bit his lip. He sounded worried.

“Kookie-yah what if she is sick?”

“No, no Jimin, she is probably not feeling sleep yet,” he said. Jieun slept a lot during the day.

Jungkook at least hoped that was the case. He remembers when Jieun had a developed a fever overnight and how much Jimin had freaked out. Crying his eyes out as he was that worried despite Jungkook assuring him that their daughter would be fine.

Jimin had stayed home for the next two days just to take care of Jieun.

Lost in his thoughts he noticed Jimin had already started tearing up. He always was very sensitive especially when it came to Jieun.

“Jungkook, I think we should call the doctor,” he said.

“Is she running a fever?” Jungkook asked.

“No, her body temperature is fine but what if she is in pain or something?” he asked. “Just call the doctor”

Jungkook nodded getting up as Jimin kept on rocking Jieun who was crying even more now.

“Take my phone, I have the doctor’s number,” Jimin said.

Jungkook nodded taking Jimin’s phone from the nightstand and looked at the doctor’s number as Jimin watched with a worried expression.

The phone kept ringing but no one picked. Jungkook tried again. There was still no response. Jungkook kept calling the doctor but he gave up the 15th time there was no response.

“He is not picking up,” he said.

“What are we gonna do now?” Jimin said more to himself.

He was full blown crying now.

“Should we look for some doctor who is open?” Jungkook asked.

“That’s our only option I guess,” Jimin said.

Jungkook hugged Jimin.

“It’s gonna be okay,” he said.

Jimin nodded as Jungkook kissed his forehead.

“It’s cold outside,” Jimin said. “I’ll get Jieun’s winter clothes from the other room”

Jungkook nodded.

“Give her to me,”

“Are you…”

“Yes,” Jungkook said.

Jimin carefully handed Jungkook Jieun who was wailing even more loudly now. Jimin bit his lip but left the room immediately to get Jieun’s clothes.

Jungkook stood holding Jieun awkwardly trying to rock her to sleep as she cried.

And Jungkook didn’t know why but for some reason he began singing to Jieun. It was a little song that he had written for Jimin back in their high school days to woo him. It had worked well at least on Jimin considering they were married now.

And it seemed to work on Jieun too as her cries were much quieter. She was listening to Jungkook’s song while looking at him with her wide innocent eyes, her little fists clutching Jungkook’s shirt. She had now stopped crying.

Jungkook was shocked and stopped singing and then Jieun’s face had turned into a frown and Jungkook immediately began singing again and then he saw Jieun actually smiling and it made Jungkook feel all kinds of happiness as never before his daughter had ever smiled when she was in his arms.

Jungkook smiled a little and continued singing when Jimin came into the room holding Jieun’s clothes.

“Is she not crying anymore?” Jimin asked.

Jungkook shook his head no as he kept on singing and rocking her. His daughter whose head was now rested on his chest, her eyelids were heavy from sleep.

In a few minutes, Jieun was fast asleep on Jungkook’s chest and Jungkook didn’t have the heart to let her go as he watched her in awe.

“How did you get her to sleep?” Jimin asked.

“I sang to her,” Jungkook answered.

Jimin smiled a little.

“Come on I’ll put her in her cot,”

Jungkook nodded hesitantly letting Jieun go as Jimin made her sleep in the cot before letting out a big yawn.

“You should get some sleep Jiminie,” Jungkook said.

Jimin nodded rubbing his eyes before smiling at Jungkook.

“See she let you hold her,” he said. “She loves you”

“Yeah,” Jungkook said fondly.

“And I love you too,”

“I love you too,” Jungkook said kissing Jimin. “Now let’s get some sleep”

Jimin nodded as they both got in their bed and Jungkook threw his hand around Jimin’s waist and pulled him closer before pressing a little kiss on the nape of his neck.

In a few minutes, he could already hear Jimin’s light snores and all he could think about how lucky he had gotten in life.

He had a husband like Jimin and they had a daughter together. Jungkook felt like he was quite honestly the luckiest man in the world for having a perfect little family.

With that thought in his mind, he fell asleep smiling to himself.

Over the course of the next few days, it had become routine for Jungkook to sing for Jieun at bedtime. She would only fall asleep when it was Jungkook rocking her while singing to her.

Jungkook loved the fact that he was the only one who could put Jieun sleep. He would smile to himself as he saw Jieun falling asleep midway to the song her little fists balled up. He would put her in her crib.

He loved that he could bond with his daughter because throughout the whole day Jieun still clung onto Jimin for him to feed her and bathe her.

But at night she only slept at the sound of Jungkook’s voice singing to her.




Jieun’s first birthday was a very joyous affair for the Jeon family.

Seokjin had shown up to help Jimin cook for the party guests who were mostly their co-workers and neighbors. Hoseok and Taehyung were in charge of the decorations while Yoongi and Namjoon mostly just sat on the sofa only to be yelled at by Seokjin to move their asses and do something so they decided to help with the decorations while Jungkook was in the kitchen icing the cake for Jimin as he had gone to dress Jieun.

At about 5 pm everyone started coming in with gifts and both Jungkook and Jimin’s parents showed up too eager to see the birthday girl.

Jimin came out of their room holding Jieun who was dressed in a long pink frilly frock and wearing a crown clutching Jimin’s shirt as she stared around at the unfamiliar faces of everyone.

Jimin’s mom took her in her arms and she was surprisingly calm and she didn’t shed a single tear when she handed Jieun to Jungkook’s parents who began playing with the little girl and she was even smiling at them.

Soon it was time to cut the cake that Seokjin brought out and set on the table. Yoongi lit the candle and everyone began singing Happy Birthday as Jieun watched with big curious eyes and Jimin blew the candle for Jieun and then both of them cut the cake together while holding Jieun’s hand and everyone burst out clapping and Jimin kissed Jieun.

Jimin handed Jieun to Jungkook and both he and Seokjin went to the kitchen to get the food and Jungkook made his way to everyone to say hi and introduce Jieun who was seemingly nervous and immediately buried her head in Jungkook’s chest when any stranger tried to get her in their arms and Jungkook gently patted her back whispering a song in her ear and she calmed down almost immediately.

The food was a hit among everyone and Jieun had fallen asleep after Jungkook singing to her and Jimin took her into the room and put her in the crib and he returned to interact with the guests and receive their gifts. Two hours later everyone finally left including both of their parents. Seokjin and Namjoon were the last to leave as they both helped them to clean up.

Jimin was particularly grateful as he sat back on the couch sighing in exhaustion.

“You must be tired,” Jungkook said.

“Very,”

“Come on now I’ll carry you to bed,”

“No need…”

But Jungkook had already lifted up Jimin and was carrying him to their bedroom making Jimin laugh when he finally put him down.

“God you’re cheesy,” Jimin said making Jungkook smile as he leaned in and kissed Jimin his hands holding Jimin’s in an almost firm grip and Jimin opened his mouth letting Jungkook explore his mouth with his tongue and they were interrupted by a loud cry from Jieun.

“I’ll be right back,” Jimin said breaking away as he stood up and went to the bedroom and returned a few minutes later.

“She just cried for no reason,” Jimin said as he sat back on the bed. “Kids can be so exhausting sometimes”

‘She is already one,” Jungkook sighed. “She’ll be off to school in no time”

“Yeah,”

“And then middle school,” Jungkook said. “Then high school”

“That’s a long time,”

“She’ll have a boyfriend,” Jungkook said with a shudder. “Can you even imagine that?”

“Kookie she is still only one,”

“I won’t let her date some random guy and he would have to be approved by me,”

“Kookie…”

“I can’t imagine someone hurting my little girl’s heart. I’ll make sure that anyone who dares to hurt her pays a price,”

“Jungkook, you are being a little ridiculous now,” Jimin said amused by his husband’s thoughts.

“I don’t want her to grow up Jiminie,” he said. “I want her to stay little forever”

‘That’s not possible…,”

“She is growing up too fast,” Jungkook said suddenly emotional.

Jimin hugged him gently patting his back.

“I know how you feel Kookie but trust me you’ll cope,”

Jungkook nodded.

“Come on let’s sleep now,”

Jimin got up and turned off the lamp before climbing on the bed with Jungkook who cuddled up closer to him and they fell asleep.




If there is anything that made Jungkook tear up the most it was the day Jieun had spoken her first words.

It was a Sunday afternoon and both Jimin and Jungkook were seated on their living room floor watching Jieun building blocks and then sweeping them down again and being particularly gleeful about it as she clapped her hands and laughed.

This was the tenth time she was doing this as she put blocks upon blocks and then kicked it watching it fall on the ground and laughing again.

She looked at her fathers and both of them clapped making her even happier as she started doing it again her tongue out in concentration placing one block over the other very carefully until it was tall enough and this time she made a sweeping motion and send the blocks flying down in different directions of the room and that made her, even more, happier as she let out a particular loud yelp and clapped her hands and Jungkook’s heart melted.

“Jieun,” he said. “Come to papa”

Jieun turned around to look at Jungkook with big curious eyes as Jungkook called her again.

“Jieun, come to papa,”

Jieun was silently watching Jungkook and then smiled.

“Come to papa,” Jungkook said.

“Papa,” Jieun said.

Both Jungkook and Jimin froze looking at each other and then back at Jieun.

“Jieun honey say papa again,” Jimin said.

“Papa,” she repeated.

“Oh my god,” Jungkook said his hands covering his face. “She said, papa”

“Papa,”

Jimin had begun to tear up and Jungkook grabbed his phone and pressed record.

“Honey say, papa,”

“Papa,” she said laughing and Jungkook sent the clip to everyone he knew typing that his daughter has finally started to talk.

Jimin was still shocked as he took Jieun into his arms.

“See honey that’s your Papa,” he said pointing to Jungkook.

“Papa,” she said again and Jungkook teared up too as he kissed Jieun.

“Pap loves you so much,” he said and Jimin smiled kissing her too.

It was the best day for them.




Before becoming a father Jungkook always thought parents were annoying and often times a little too invested in their baby’s lives but he watched himself turn into one of them as everything Jieun did was so exciting for him.

He remembered the time Jieun wanted to eat just like the way her dads did and grabbed her spoon off of Jimin’s hands and began eating of course half of it was on her clothes and the other around her face and just a little of it went in her mouth but Jungkook was recording it so proudly as he watched her daughter trying to feed herself and Jimin laughed before intervening because she was getting her food into her hair too and Jungkook was overcome with emotion over something as small as her daughter trying to eat all by herself.

“You did good Jieun,” he said kissing her head.

“Papa,” she said clapping her hands making Jimin laugh and Jungkook kissed her again.

He particularly remembers the time Jieun had been 2 and tried dressing in a dress without Jimin’s help and she somehow managed to before Jimin zipped it up and she danced with happiness leaning in to kiss Jimin.

“Thank you daddy,” she said as Jimin kissed her little nose and of course Jungkook was recording all of it a light smile on his lips because it was only at times like this when he realized how blessed he was to have his little family and he felt like he was the happiest man on earth.




Jimin and Jungkook’s friends or as Jieun liked to call them ‘Hyungs’ (just because Jungkook did too) managed to spoil her rotten.

Whenever Jieun was with Taehyung he got her every candy she ever wanted, she just had to point to it and Taehyung would buy it all for his little niece because he couldn’t resist those big brown eyes much to Jimin’s dismay.

“Jiminie,” Taehyung would say. “She is a kid let her have candy”

And there was Hoseok who believed he had the best taste when it came to baby fashion and Jungkook was convinced that he would buy whole racks of clothes if he wasn’t stopped by someone because he loved to see Jieun dress up in various outfits and take pictures of her.

They didn’t even have so much space for the clothes that Hoseok would get Jieun.

Jieun’s favorite was, however, Yoongi because he made the silliest faces to her and she would keep laughing at him as he stuck out his tongue or made weird noises. She never wanted to leave Yoongi’s side and Yoongi was more than happy to entertain the little child. That was the only time he let himself loose and be immature.

Namjoon and Jin liked Jieun and treated her like their own daughter and now that Jieun had grown up a bit Namjoon was over his fear of dropping her and would usually hold her and play with her.

“Someday I hope we can have a daughter like her,” Jungkook heard Jin say. “Or a son I don’t mind”

“Yeah,” Namjoon simply said but he looked horrified and Jungkook understood because he had the same reaction when Jimin had brought up adopting a kid but now he couldn’t imagine a life without his daughter Jieun.

She was the most precious thing to him in the world.




Somewhere between the diapers and the first words and all that crying all night Jieun grew up. It was surreal because Jungkook remembers the day he first held her as vividly as if he had happened just yesterday and now it was time for her to start school and Jungkook was nervous as he stared at the ceiling not being able to sleep.

“You okay?” Jimin asked as he lied down on Jungkook’s chest.

“Yeah,”

“You’re not, I can tell,”

Jungkook sighed.

“I am worried,”

“What is it?” Jimin asked.

“Jieun is starting her school tomorrow,”

“Yeah,”

“I am very nervous,”

“You know she is gonna be okay,”

“Yes, but…,”

“Kookie don’t worry okay our Jieun is a brave girl,”

Jungkook nodded.

“The other kids…,”

“She’ll be fine trust me,” Jimin said softly.

Jungkook nodded biting his lip.

“Now go to sleep we have an early start,”

Jungkook nodded kissing Jimin before they both fell asleep.

The next day was a hectic start. Jungkook was preparing a lunch of sandwiches for Jieun while Jimin dressed her in her uniform and when Jungkook finally saw her he cried because he just realized his daughter really wasn’t a baby anymore as he grabbed his camera and took some pictures.

Both Jimin and Jungkook were dropping their daughter together for her big day and as they pulled up Jungkook saw a lot of parents dropping off their kids.

“Hey honey,” Jimin said. “It’s time to go, we are gonna pick you up very soon okay and we love you”

Jungkook was looking at his daughter who had a frown on her face when she suddenly grabbed Jungkook’s hands.

“Papa will you come with me to the class?’” she asked.

Jungkook looked at Jimin before nodding with a smile.

“Of course honey,”

Jieun smiled a little as they both got out of the car and Jieun took Jungkook’s hands.

Anyone could tell that Jieun seemed the closest to Jimin. She hadn’t changed much from the time she was a baby and still needed Jimin but there were times when she only wanted her papa with her and no one else and Jungkook was grateful because they shared a special bond now.

Jieun suddenly stopped and tugged at Jungook’s hands.

“I don’t wanna go,” she said almost looking close to tears.

Jungkook kneeled down and cupped her face.

“You are brave…,”

“No no I don’t want to go to school. I want to be with you and daddy,”

“I know honey…,”

“Papa please,” Jieun said. “I don’t like the other kids they don’t like me”

That part was true as Jieun didn’t mix well with kids her age but it had nothing to do with her but instead because she had two dads.

“Honey you never know you can make a best friend in there,”

“No no, they don’t talk to me,” she said hugging Jungkook as he hugged her back and patted her.

“Jieun, did I ever tell you that never liked me when you were a baby?” Jungkook asked.

Jieun seemed intrigued enough as she wiped her tears and looked at Jungkook.

“No, I always loved you, papa,”

Jungkook laughed.

“When you were a baby you would never like to get into my arms. If I ever tried to hold you, you would start crying,”

“Really?”

Jungkook nodded.

“But then one day I sang to you and then you let me hold you,” Jungkook said.

“Oh,”

“You see people change, “Jungkook said. “It might seem that they don’t like you but they will okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“You didn’t like me but now you call me papa and hug me,” he said.

“You are my favorite,” Jieun blurted out.

“Really?” Jungkook laughed. “I always thought daddy was your favorite”

“I love daddy too but you always let me stay up late and get me ice cream,”

Jungkook laughed.

“I’ll get you ice cream today too if you go in there,”

“Rocky Road?” Jieun asked.

“Anything you want,” Jungkook smiled.

“I love you, papa,”

“I love you too Jieun,” Jungkook said as he kissed her forehead. “Now come on go in there”

Jieun nodded.

“Daddy and I will come to get you okay?”

Jieun nodded.

“Bye Jieun do well,” Jungkook said as he waved towards Jieun who was taking hesitant steps towards the class as she waved back until she was out of sight in between all the other little kids.

Jungkook smiled to himself as he walked back to their car.

Papa’s little girl had finally grown up.

Distance

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Hi again! I was reading The Universe of  Us by Lang Leav and it sorta gave me the feels and then the feels gave me an idea, so basically here the idea is??? Everything I do is so cheesy lolol, I’m really and truly sorry???? Also, I wrote this in about half and hour, so it’s totally not the best?? Sorry about that as well?????


Distance

By Lang Leav


It was all I wanted for the longest time-to open my eyes and see you there. To stretch out my hand and touch the soft, yielding warmth of your skin. But now I have learned the secret of distance. Now I know being close to you was never about the proximity.


    Tom’s pillow was wet when she curled up on his side of the bed the night before to fall asleep, and it was still saturated when she blinked her eyes open when she awoke.

Her day had been awful. First, her alarms didn’t go off so she was late to her first class and received a harsh scolding in front of all her peers, then, when she went to grab a coffee, she realized that she had forgotten her wallet. To make matters worse, when she was driving home from school, her car decided that it was appropriate to break down in the middle of the street, before she even had time to pull over. Worst of all, she missed Tom so much that her entire body ached for him.

She was unable to focus on any of her lessons that day because her mind was consumed by thoughts of Tom. She missed the way he said good morning, she missed the way he made her tea, she craved the soft kisses he would give her practically every five minutes.

Tom had given her a key to his apartment and as soon as her car was deemed alright to drive, she rushed over to his place. She knew that he wasn’t there, but being surrounded by all of his things would make her feel closer to him, or so she thought.

As she dropped down into his bed, she lay on the side he always slept on, and glanced around the room. Her eyes watered as she took in the comics and books placed haphazardly on his bedside table, and at the laundry he had failed to do, and at the sweatshirt that he had thrown messily onto the floor. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and sucked in a massive breathe in a lame attempt to stop herself from breaking down.

She knew what she was getting into when she agreed to enter a relationship with Tom. He wouldn’t always be there, and she would never hold that against him, it’s just that she couldn’t think of anything more comforting than to simply collapse in his arms and to allow him to kiss her tears away one by one. She couldn’t even bring herself to call him up, or to send him a text complaining about her day, because he knew that he was most likely having an amazing time with Harrison and she wouldn’t want to ruin that by making him feel guilty for being gone.

So, instead, she cried herself to sleep, wrapped tightly in Tom’s warm blankets.

Tom was confused when she hadn’t messaged him. They always spoke. They would always be texting, and he would usually call two to three times day, just to hear her laugh over the phone. When he said something particularly cheeky, he could practically feel her blush and she would stutter out a response. In fact, Tom had barely spoken to her all day, which was bizarre and he was beginning to panic.

Was she okay? Was she done? Did something happen? Should he call her best friend? Maybe her Mom? Should he call anyone?

As he glared at his cell phone, Harrison hopped over the back of the couch he was sitting on and clapped him on the back. “Alright man, what’s going on? You’ve been scowling at your phone for a good fifteen minutes.”

Tom barely glanced at Harrison before going back to staring his phone down. “She hasn’t messaged me.” Tom grunted out in response to Harrison’s inquiry. “She sent me, like, maybe five texts yesterday and we didn’t even speak on the phone.”

“Maybe she’s just busy with school work?” Harrison offered.

“She’s not, she already finished her midterms and her next essay isn’t due until May 2nd.” Tom brought his hands up to his temples and shut his eyes. “I don’t know what’s up, we always talk. You know that we always talk.”

“Call her, mate. You’re being ridiculous. I’m sure it’s not that deep, she probably had a late night, or her phone died. Call her now and stop looking so sad. It’s bumming me out.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right, yeah. I’ll call her up right now.” Tom snatched his phone up off of the couch and paced back to his room, already dialing her phone number.

She blinked, rolling onto her side to examine her phone. Her screen was brightly lit and Tom’s I.D. was flashing up at her. She held her phone in her hands and took a second to center herself. Breathing in deeply, she answered the phone as happily as she could.

“Hi,” She could barely croak out before a strangled sob escaped her throat.

“Darling, darling, what’s the matter? What’s wrong, have I done something? Has anyone else done something?” Tom started to panic, pacing across his room. His mind was overcome with a multitude of bad situations his girlfriend could be encountering.

“It’s honestly nothing,” she stated in a small, scratchy voice. “It’s truly fine, I’m just being dramatic. It’s nothing, how’re you?” She asked, her voice breaking again.

“No, sweetheart, it obviously is something quite large, tell me what’s the matter.” Tom bit at his nails.

“Ugh, I’m such a baby, this is literally so humiliating,” She took a deep, shuddering breath once more, “Yesterday was just horrendous and I miss you. You’re so far away, and I’m being childish but I just, I just miss you.”

Tom stopped short. His mouth fell open, and then shut. “Darling,” was literally all he could get out before she began to sniffle.

“I’m really sorry, I know how dumb this is.”

Tom could tell that she really did feel terrible for her tears, and he felt even worse for not being there to wipe them away. “You are not being dumb, don’t even say that. You’re the smartest person I know.” He heard her snort and he rolled his eyes and smiled. “Darling, I miss you all the time, every second, especially when I’m in bed,” Tom stated, hoping to get a giggle out of her.

“Shut up, Tom,” She choked a laugh into the phone.

“You know, yesterday, I went to Barnes and Noble and just sat in the corner. Literally, didn’t even grab a book, a coffee, or go on my phone. I just stared at the bookshelves and picked out all the books that you’ve read and all the books you go on and on about wanting to read. I sat there for so long that an employee threatened to kick me out if I didn’t purchase something from their store. I miss you all the time too. I love you, darling, and I’m sorry that I’m away. I wish I could take you with me, but you’re getting your education right now, and that’s much more important than me. Let’s facetime later, yeah, so I can see your lovely face again?”

“I don’t wanna go to class, I wanna facetime now.” She pouted, sniffling one last time.

“Absolutely not. You’re going to go to class, and once you’ve come home, you’re going to tell me everything you learned and we’ll have a skype dinner date. Is that okay, love?”

Rubbing her eyes tiredly, she agreed. “Goodbye, Tom.” She murmured, cradling her phone to her ear.

“Bye-bye, darling. I love you and don’t be late for your class.”

“Love you back.” She whispered into the phone.

After the phone call was over, she laid back down, and smiled up at the ceiling. Reaching down, she grabbed Tom’s dirty sweatshirt and pulled it over her head and began to prepare for class.