eyes welling up again

anonymous asked:

Can I ask why you ship kamisero? This is not to be mean, I just can't remember a lot of their interactions in the manga or anime and would love to be reminded of why they work well as a couple

!!!!! Ooookay this is kind of a weird question for me and I don’t really know how to properly answer because… uhm… they’re kind of always together?? Actually??? I mean they haven’t really been the protagonists in any arc so it’s mostly background stuff but when they appear they’re more often than not together - here, have some panels I’ve found skimming real fast through the parts I remembered them being there

(+Mina!!! squad moment heck yes!!)

(+Kiri!!! more squad moments!!!!!!!)

(real talk more often than not if Kami and Mineta are in the same place Sero is right there with them, I try to pretend that’s not true but alas)

(+Baku!!! Even more squad moments!!!! This one’s from an extra, I can’t find the translated version anymore - rip - but they’re trying to get Baku to play the thumb game I’m gonna cry this squad will kill me)

also on the cover of Vol 4 👌👌👌

The thing about me shipping them is that as I said I do prefer them as friends, which they are and it’s adorable, but I’m always up for entertaining the idea of good friends in romantic relationships so I’m 👍👍👍 about KamiSero too haha

I Don’t Mean It (pt 9)

Taehyung ran as fast as his legs could take him, not worrying about who noticed him this late at night on the streets. He couldn’t believe how all these events had played off. He couldn’t believe he didn’t trust you, especially when you told him that you didn’t do it. The image you crying kept replaying in his head as he ran towards the building. He was suddenly scared to approach you. 

He thought back to the conversation you both had months and months ago. You both sat on the couch, while you had the TV on in the background as the two of you chatted. That was the first night that Taehyung realized he had fallen in love with you. The way he was so comfortable to open up with you and how you felt the same about him. It was like a connection he never felt before. 

He remembered you saying that you value trust as one of the single most important things in your life. And once that trust was broken, it would never be whole again. 

Not only did he probably break your trust, but he felt like he broke you too. He remembered the words he yelled at you, now realizing how hurtful they really must have been. 

As soon as Taehyung reached his building, he was waiting for the elevator with what little patience he had left. Seeing as you both lived on the 8th floors, he thought the elevator was his best bet but it seemed to be taking longer than usual. Just as he was about to start running up the stairs, the door belonging to the landlord on the first floor opened. 

Out came a rather old man and Taehyung knew he had to at least say hello, even though he wanted nothing more than to run up. 

“Oh hi there Taehyung…you look rather out of breath,” said the landlord

“Oh…haha yeah sort of” said Taehyung, awkwardly fiddling with his hands, waiting to be excused.

“Oh..you must have been helping your neighbor bring boxes down!” said the landlord. This caught Taehyung’s attention. 

“N-neighbor?” Taehyung asked.

“Oh yes! That lovely girl next door to you boys. She said she was moving soon” said the landlord.

Taehyung didn’t even say anything before he rushed up the stairs, knowing he had to stop you at all costs. He ran to your door and before he knocked, he tried to catch his breath and tried to think of what he was going to say to you. He knew earning your forgiveness was no easy task, but you would always forgive him in the end…right? You both had a few small arguments here and there but you had always forgiven him without much effort on his part. Would this time be any different?

Taehyung finally knocked on the door, anxiously waiting for you to open the door. While waiting, he thought back to all the times you opened the door for him with the biggest smile on your face. Was he wrong for wanting that again?

He could hear the door unlock and he let go of a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Thankfully you were home. 

“You’re ear–” you said, but stopped as you finally saw who was at the door. You were expecting the movers to come by today, but you were surprised to see Taehyung at the door. You gulped, wondering if he had wanted to come to yell at you some more. 

“You..you’re moving?” Taehyung asked. He didn’t mean to start with that, but he couldn’t help himself when he noticed all the cardboard boxes that stood behind you.

You only stare at Taehyung, confused with the tone of his voice. You didn’t know what to say. “Y-yes” was all you could bring out.

“w-why?” he continued.

“I don’t have any reason to stay anymore” you said, tears starting to well up in your eyes again. Before he could say anything else, you tried closing the door on him, but he grabbed the door and pushed it back. He let himself in and you stared at him, wide-eyed.

“Y/N.. I’m so sorry” he said looking directly at you. His tone was guilt ridden. He almost couldn’t meet your eyes after noticing the tears, but he knew he had to stand his ground.

“For what exactly?” you say emotionless. If it weren’t for your tears, you could have been mistaken as a statue. 

“For..what I said before. I- I don’t know what I was thinking” Taehyung started, finally tearing away from your eyes as it was getting to much to take.

“You were thinking that I was some low-life scum who was only friends with you to make a few bucks” you said, finally letting the tears flow freely down your slightly rosy cheeks.

“No..I don’t think that of you. I didn’t mean it” Taehyung started pleading as he inched closer to you.

“No, you did mean it” You said, backing away when you noticed him trying to get closer to you.

“Y/N, please, i’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said the things I did…I’m so sorry” Taehyung continued. His stomach started to turn when he thought that there was the chance that you didn’t forgive him this time around. “I heard my manager. He said he made the whole thing up to keep us apart, Y/N please….” he tried again.

You snickered back. “So…you only believe me now because you heard the truth from your manager….otherwise you still wouldn’t have taken my word. Am I right?” you said, with a sudden anger surging through your veins.

Taehyung thought about it for a while, and he knew that a part of what you said was true. He didn’t believe you when you said you didn’t do it, and he knew that he didn’t plan to hear you out either. But a part of him also wanted to keep on holding onto you, even if you had betrayed him.

When it took him a while to reply, you continued “I guess I have my answer….please leave” you said, wiping the tears away from your eyes.

“No, Y/N please hear me out. Please, I’m begging you. Just forgive me this one time please? You’ve always forgiven me in the past, Y/N please” he pleaded, tears threatening to form in his eyes.

“You didn’t want to hear what I had to say, which I should do the same for you?” you asked as you glared back at him.

“I was dumb, Y/N you know me. I always make stupid mistakes, but you always found it in your heart to forgive me. Please, just this one last time, forgive me. I don’t want to lose you….There’s so much I wanted to tell you….” he said as his voice cracked a little at the last part.

You didn’t like seeing Taehyung like this. You always had wanted him to have that box smile on his face, and be the little ball of happiness that he was. But you didn’t know if you could ever be the same with him again. If he doubted you then, what’s to keep him from doubting you in the future? He broke your heart before you even had the chance of giving it all to him, before he even knew that it already belonged to him in the first place. Now, you were just trying to pick up the pieces of your shattered heart, hoping that one day it will be like it was before. 

The eerie silence once again filled the room. Taehyung tried to walk to you again, hoping that he just had you in his arms, you could find it in yourself to forgive him. But you stuck your hand out, signaling him to stop.

“No. Leave.” you said firmly.

“Y/N…p-ple” he started

“LEAVE” you screamed back. You let out your sobs and fell to your knees, not having any more energy to continue.

Taehyung wanted nothing more than to run to you and hold you. To let you cry into his arms as he would probably cry back into yours. But he knew that you weren’t going to let him near you, even in your current position. He didn’t want to, but he walked out of your door, finally letting the tears fall. His vision blurred from the tears as he walked back to his own apartment, just a few feet down.

He walked into the silent and dark room, not bothering to turn on the lights. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, but he already knew that it was just the boys looking for him. 

Eventually, the phone stopped buzzing after a few minutes and Taehyung plopped himself onto his bed, finally letting his own tears fall freely.

He just lost you. He lost the girl who he feel so deeply in love with. He didn’t even have the chance to tell you how much you meant to him, or how much he wanted to make you his. Instead, he took the heart he wanted to badly and broke it. He didn’t know why chose to believe his manager’s lies, because deep down he knew you would never do something like that. But it scared him nonetheless. He thought that if his manager was right, then he would end up hurting. So he hurt you instead.

And now here you both were, lonely, in pain, and broken.

A/N: So like…The series is not over. For those of you guys who like pure angst, and don’t want a happy ending, then I suggest you stop here. In the future part(s), I’m writing with the intention of a happy ending. Do y’all want part 10? What do you think is going to happen to Y/n and Tae?! Let me know~ I love hearing from y’all. The support I’ve gotten from this one series has been amazing and it’s been so much fun writing for you guys. Part 1 has reached over 1.8k notes and I’m still in awe. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8


Who’s your favourite royal?


(Part 2)


“Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.”

Word Count: 1677
Warnings: a lot of self-doubt, injury, angst

It’s dark. And cold. And wet.

In the distance you can hear the rush of cars, tires splashing in puddles formed by the rain. They sound so, so far away.

You’re vaguely aware of the blood dripping down the back of your neck, and spilling out your lips and coating your fingers and smeared across your face and– there’s so much blood. You choke back a sob.

You have to get out of here. You have to get out of here and get back to the tower before anyone notices you’re missing because you can’t let anyone see you like this. You’re supposed to be strong like the rest of them, to be able to fight like the rest of them and defend yourself and not get into situations like this and the only thing running through your head right now is the fact that you might even die and everyone’s going look at you like some sort of failure.

(The one person you genuinely cared about already does, anyway.)

You place your hands on the ground under you, trying to push yourself up off the ground, but a sharp, snapping pain runs up your arm, as if the bone’s splitting, and you fall, letting out a gasp of pain as your chest hits the ground. There are tears welling in your eyes, both of frustration and the immense pain your body is in, and you lie with your cheek against the wet pavement in the middle of some back alley.

How are you going to get back and pretend like nothing happened when you can’t even fucking get up? You want to scream, but even your voice is hoarse from begging them to stop as you endured hit after hit.

You think back to a few hours ago, to how Bucky had been avoiding you all day and when you’d finally confronted him about it he’d yelled at you for not being able to do one job you had – to save the two kids in the fucking building on the one mission they’d taken you to. He’d yelled and you’d yelled and maybe he’d let it slip that he thought you were a failure, and then you’d gotten angry and stormed out to a bar to get drunk. But he’d been right. The fact of the matter is that you are a failure, and now you can’t even prove yourself otherwise.

A painful sob wracks your body as your hands reach into your pocket, pulling out your phone. There are missed calls that you barely notice, fingers fumbling and tears blurring your eyes. It takes four attempts to call Steve, your hands wet and sticky because of the blood. As it rings, you can feel your heart constrict in your chest. What are they going to think of you? Weak? Pathetic?

Words flit through your head, as the phone rings. And rings. And rings.

“Hi, you’ve reached Steve Rogers–”

You hang up, then try again.

And again.

And again.

With each time it reaches voicemail, you cry harder. You can’t blame him – it’s four in the fucking morning and the mission was exhausting, so everyone’s probably turned their phone on silent and for the first time in days is getting some proper rest.

You try Nat next, then Sam, then Clint, then even Tony, but nobody picks up.

There’s one last name left on the list of people that’ll probably answer at four a.m. You hesitate, fingers hovering over his name, knowing his reaction if he picks up.

You press call. Your heart pounds against your chest and your blood rushes through your ears and your eyes feel kind of heavy. You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe.

As you gasp for air the phone rings. And rings. And rings. And ri–


Hearing his tired voice croak your name is like turning a switch, because suddenly there is air in your lungs and you can breathe again.

Until, “What the fuck do you want?”

Heaving in a gulp of air, you opened your mouth to speak, but before you can even get a word out, he continues.

“It’s four in the fuckin’ mornin’, an’ the few of us who worked hard on the mission are pretty damn tired.”

You feel the intended jab of his words, and shut your mouth, breathing heavily through your nose as the blood flow stems and begins to crust on your face. The tears well up in your eyes again. You know you shouldn’t have called him, that he was still mad at you and he would probably never forgive you for what you had done, because even as the Winter Soldier he’d never have hurt let an innocent child get hurt. But you’d let it happen, right in front of him, with full control over your actions. Bucky had never been held responsible for what he’d done, but you, oh god, everything that had happened had been your fault, and Bucky knew it too.

“Are you going to speak?” He prompts, an edge in his voice laced with annoyance.

There’s shuffling on the other end of the phone, before you hear a faint, feminine voice. “Bucky baby, come back to bed.” You don’t know who it is, and that makes it so much worse because you know he only picks up random girls when he’s stressed out, and the cause of stress is you, you know as much.

You’re trying to speak but you can’t find the words. Your head hurts and the pain is finally starting to catch up, ebbing away at the adrenaline that had been coursing through your body.

“I’m sorry – it's– it’s, I just –” But you don’t know what to say. Something’s clawing at the inside of your throat, like nails raking down your vocal chords and making it hard to speak. The only thing you can do is cry.

“I’m sorry,” you’re screeching, heaving in breaths of air any chance you can get. “Nobody else picked up – I – I didn’t know – I didn’t know who else to call.”

There’s silence on the other end of the phone. Or maybe you can’t hear Bucky speaking. You can’t hear anything over the sound of your sobs, disappearing behind the heavy patter of the rain.

“Y/N? Y/N!” His voice seems so far away, it almost sounds concerned. “Y/N, what happened?”

“He said he knew! He said he knew more about– that he could tell me– I’m sorry. I trusted him. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

“Shit.” There’s shuffling on the other end, then a quieter, “I gotta go, Babe.” Your heart clenches and the only thing that manages to leave your mouth is a string of apologies.

“Where are you?”

“I don’t know– I don’t know!” There’s a level of hysteria in your voice, and he can probably hear it too. He’s saying other stuff in a calmer voice, something about breathing and looking around but you can’t hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears and the constant thought of you being an absolute failure swimming through your head.

“– okay?” You take gulps of air through your mouth, trying to subside the sobs resonating through your chest as you tune back into his voice. “Just breathe, Y/N. Look around and tell me what you see.”

“It’s dark, and there’s- there's–” You look around frantically, trying to find something, trying to see something, but it’s so dark and all you know is that you’re in some back alley and God, your lungs feel like they’re on fire but you can’t figure out how to get air down your throat. “An alley,” you gasp out. “Behind the bar. I’m behind the bar–”

And you break off into sobs again, praying to someone, anyone, that Bucky can understand you through the thickness of your voice and the croaking of your throat.

“Okay. Okay. Y/N? I’ll be there in ten, okay? Just give me ten minutes.”

You manage to scrape an “okay” up your throat without throwing up from the crying and the screaming. Bucky says something about hanging up, and suddenly your voice is making your ears bleed again. “No! No! Please, Bucky, stay on the line. Please.”

And then he’s saying something and you’re not sure what, because you can’t focus on anything anymore. You don’t know how long you sit there, leaning against the cold brick wall, soaking wet with a puddle of red tinged water surrounding you, chilling to the bone. Maybe it’s really ten minutes, maybe it’s a few hours, you can’t tell, but there’s nothing more warming than the sound of Bucky’s voice calling out your name, this time closer to you than through the phone.

“Y/N?” His voice resonates through the small alley, and you’re slightly more awake for a moment as a flashlight shines directly into your eyes, then down the rest of you.

He swears.

A lot.

“Hey, hey, Y/N.” You feel his hands, warm and soft and tender, on your cheek, slapping lightly to grab your attention. Your eyes are unfocused, you can barely make out his face through the tears and the haze grabbing at the edges of your vision.

An arm goes under your knees and your start screaming again, pain and fear coursing through every vein in your body. Someone’s saying something, your name and something else, and it’s calm and reassuring but all you can focus on is how much it hurts. You’re hoisted into the air and this time the scream doesn’t even make it past your lips, catching in your throat as the pain peaks into a numbness spreading to your toes.

“–wake! Y/N, hey, keep your eyes on me, okay?” But your eyes are challenging his voice, daring to shut for longer periods of time with each blink.

There’s a deep, ocean blue staring down at you when you do open your eyes, laced with disappointment and screaming the same word over and over at you.

Failure. Failure. Failure.

Your eyes close.

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Okay but what about the Gotham Sirens adopting Jason?

  • Selina was so sweet on Jason when he was Robin, he had the best sense of humor out of the Bats because it was just like her’s. The rare times Jason was off on his own she would always drop by and listen to Her Little Robin, comforting him after a fight with the Bat because he ‘used too much force’ or because ‘he’s too reckless’. Selina would even ask Jason to pull off small heists with her from time to time. He told her that he would only do it if she would either return the items before they went missing or if she donated most of it to charity. The Gotham City Museum was hijacked so many times by Catwoman and Robin but no one ever knew because she would always return the items so Jason didn’t get in trouble.
  • After Jason died Catwoman disappeared for a week, even Selina Kyle disappeared. After that week Catwoman was back in action but the first few weeks she didn’t steal anything that was worth the normal amounts that her previous heists had been, these were more like trinkets and Bruce couldn’t figure out the pattern. Selina had stolen every item she and Jason had ever stolen together; she donated them all the homeless center for abused children.
  • Selina never looked at Bruce quite the same way after Tim showed up that first night in a Robin costume, in Jason’s costume. She yelled and screamed about how Her Little Robin was already being forgotten and replaced. That Jason was worth more than just a few weeks of grief before just going back to normal. Bruce tried to explain that Batman needed a Robin, that Jason had known the risks and that he would never be forgotten but Selina didn’t listen. After that she still flirted with Batman, but it was only half-hearted at best. Bruce would never admit it but he was slightly heartbroken by the tearing of their relationship, it never really healed even after Jason was brought back by the Pit.
  • Bruce saved the Joker from the rubble in Batman Under the Red Hood but Jason had to drag himself out. With his injuries he couldn’t get far but he remembered this little roof-top where Selina told him many years ago she went to clear her mind. It took over an hour but Jason eventually managed to get to that roof-top and wait for Selina if she would come. Selina had gone out to check the huge explosion that had echoed through the streets but when she’d gotten to the sight Batman was gone and the Joker was being taken back to Arkham. Seeing nothing for her to do she retreated to her little roof-top only to find someone already there. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw the blue eyes open at the sound of her approach, Her Little Robin had returned to her. She didn’t know how it was possible but she didn’t care, he was back in her arms and back in her life, she wasn’t letting go again.
  • When Selina saw the extent of Jason’s injuries from his fight with Bruce over the Joker she was furious. How dare the Bat hurt Her Little Robin after everything he’d already been through. She got him into a warm bath so he could soak and maybe take some of the edges of pain off, he was barely conscious, putty in her arms and trusting her to keep him safe; tears welled up in her eyes again and she didn’t even try to stop them. While Jason was in the tub she stripped her bed and put on the nicest silk sheets she had and made the bed for Her Little Robin because he deserved something nice for once in his life. After getting Jason settled in the bed she made a call to Harley and Ivy, telling them to meet her on top of her building. When Jason heard Selina open the window he let out a broken little whimper, he didn’t want to be alone again. Selina immediately went over to Jason and curled next to him, holding him to where he could hear her heartbeat and promising him that she wasn’t leaving him, she just had something to take care of; she stayed till he fell asleep.
  • Selina explained what she knew to Ivy & Harley, both righteously angry over what the poor boy had had to endure in his short life. Harley confessed that she’d always felt partially responsible for Jason’s death because she had left the Joker at that time due to a fight, if she had stayed maybe the Joker wouldn’t have gone so far. Selina told Harley that she should tell Jason that, that Her Little Robin would understand and wouldn’t blame her. Harley was doubtful but Ivy promised she would go with her to talk to the former Robin when this was all over.
  • The Gotham Sirens broke into Wayne manor and cornered a drunk Bruce in his study. When Selina started to growl and hiss at the man about the cut at his collarbone, that she would recognize the wound of a batarang anywhere, and how dare he attack that boy after everything. Bruce was so out of it that he broke down, he broke down and talked about the Pit, the explosion that killed Jason, about how he almost got himself killed because he was so angry and raw about Jason’s death, about how he didn’t let Tim do nearly what he’d let Jason and Dick do. But the last thing he told her about was the case with Jason’s costume. When Catwoman heard about that and about the engraving ‘My partner. My soldier. My fault.’ and she lost it. Harley and Ivy had to restrain her from scratching out Bruce’s eyes. How dare he call Jason his soldier, what about a son, was he ever a son to you Bruce? but Bruce was so far gone in his misery that he didn’t even notice.
  • Before they left Selina gave Bruce a warning to stay away from Jason. After she had climbed out the window Harley and Ivy stepped in front of Batman and threatened him as well, they might not know the boy as well as Selina did but if he was that important they would protect him for their friend too.
  • Harley apologized to Jason and, though he was wary of her for a while, he told her that most of his anger had never been at her. Sure he’d always thought she was a psychotic bitch but he didn’t blame her for his death. When she’d heard that, a huge burden lifted from Harley’s soldiers and without even thinking anything she hugged Jason tightly. He hissed at the pressure on his wounds but he gave her awkward pats on the back to let her know there weren’t any hard feelings.
  • Ivy gave Jason a shot that would render him immune to all of her plants and poisons. When Jason questioned her she told Jason that he was important to Selina and that he had given Harley something her girlfriend had desperately needed so she had no problem helping him. Jason stared at her blankly for a moment before asking when she’d left the Joker. Harley explained that after the Joker had murdered Jason, Harley thought he had taken it too far. Sure they’d killed before but this time it as so…personal and unnecessary that it felt wrong to Harley. She quickly packed up and never looked back.
  • Selina curled up in bed with Her Little Robin that evening and he let her hold him, just like a mother would. Once he’d fallen asleep Harley had decided to drag Ivy onto the bed and there was a huge pile of bodies on Selina’s giant bed but no one seemed to mind. In the morning Jason woke up first and saw that he had the three of Gotham’s most powerful villainous women curled around him and he felt…safe for the first time since he’d first laid eyes on the bomb that he knew would take his life. He made breakfast and eventually the smell of food woke the three ladies up enough for them to shuffle into the kitchen; they declared that Jason was going to be their stay in son from now on.
  • Jason put up a half-hearted fight but for some reason, his chest was getting really warm and he felt strangely giddy. He jokingly asked Selina if that meant she was his new mother and Selina merely got up and pulled Jason down to where she could plant a kiss on the boy’s forehead ‘I let you die once, I’m not letting my son get hurt again’ and that was how Selina Kyle adopted him of sorts. Harley had cried and told Jason that if Selina was his mother that since they were close as sisters that meant that Harley and Ivy were Jason’s aunts! He’d put his hand over his heart in mock horror but he couldn’t fight the smile that was making its way onto his face. It was crazy and not nearly what he’d imagined all those years ago as a street rat but he finally had the family he’d always wanted.
A chance to say goodbye - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Summary : You’re a meta-human able to see ghosts, summon them etc etc…and you decide to give your Bruce a birthday gift he’ll never forget.

I had this story in my head for quite a while now, not sure how to feel about it though. I don’t know, you guys know me, I’m like : “meh” as usual…Anyway, don’t hesitate to tell me what you think please, wether you liked or not :-) …Hope you’ll like it though  :

(My master list, by the way : Right here )


When Bruce was looking all around the World for meta-human, he found you in a small village in France’s country side, and…you intrigued him right away.

You were sitting on a bench in a small cemetery, lost in daydreams.

He felt irreversibly attracted to you. The way you seemed lost in your thoughts, the glint in your eyes as you looked at nothing in particular, your poise, even the way you breathed subjugated him, for reasons he couldn’t quite pinpoint…When you turned your head to him, feeling his presence, and your eyes locked on each other, the beating of his heart became ecstatic, uncontrollable…He had to talk to you.

Against all of his usual instinct, he approached you and sat down next to you. And the conversation just flew naturally. It was something he never experienced before. You were a total stranger, and yet, he felt like he knew you since forever.

(Y/N). That was your name. It rolled on his tongue delightfully. In the span of a few hours, you just talked about anything and everything. It was just too amazing, and for a minute, he thought maybe you were a meta-human whose powers was to control one’s emotions, because he never talked like that to anyone, including his close friends, so to a total stranger…

Turned out, your powers weren’t to control someone’s feelings, not at all. Your powers were…scarier, and you hated using them. You had a special bond with Death…You could summon zombie warriors from the ground and control them, you were able to see if someone’s life was going to end soon, and was plagued by visions of ghosts of people that still had important business to finish on Earth. You hated your powers.

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Lost Track of Time pt. 2

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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff (just a pinch of fluff)

Summary: You were angry, he had no more patience and when you left, he was broken. He wanted nothing more than to mend the cracks that had split his heart in two.

Word Count: 1680

Warning: curse words…that’s it

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Jungkook sat on the floor clutching onto the platinum watch for what seemed like eons. He sat there on the cold, hard floorboards throughout the entire night going through the argument you two had in his head. He mentally beat himself up every single time the image of your tear stained face popped into his mind. 

Night turned into day, and Jungkook still sat there on the ground. He felt like he just lost his entire world. You, his everything, left and it was all his fault. Never in the span of your two-year relationship, did an argument ever escalate to the point of you leaving. You disappearing and the absence of your belongings gave Jungkook a giant wake up call. He never realized just how easily you could fall from his grasp until you had slipped away.

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A Wedding Without Bells

Pairing: Prince Sidon x Reader (Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild)

Genre: Angst

Summary:  After the war was over, Princess Zelda decided that you would be married to a foreign ruler despite already being engaged to Prince Sidon of the Zoras. 

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You mouth remained in a hard line as Zelda took another photo of you with her Sheikah Slate. It had been like this for a few minutes, the repetitive flash of the camera and your frown refusing to uplift.

“Listen, if you don’t smile for the pictures then it’s going to take twice as long.” Zelda spoke the words as softly as she could. She knew how you felt about the whole arranged marriage situation. The water flowing through the fountain was the only thing that could be heard until you spoke again.

“I didn’t even want to be here anyway.” You muttered to yourself, staring out at the blue sky towards the Zora lands. That’s where you wanted to be.

“It’s your wedding!” Zelda tried to reason. “Look I know you don’t want to go through with this but you have little choice. Since the war has been won we’ve had to rebuild alliances. As a member of the royal family, we have to comply with some choices that are made for us. This is one of those choice, unfortunately.”

You glared at your cousin. She wasn’t being forced away fromt the love of her life to marry another. No, she would get to marry Link in the future and there would be no arguments, no arranged marriages for her.

Finally allowing your thoughts to slip away from this moment, you began to wonder where your lover was. Was Sidon looking up at the same sky, wallowing in his sadness? Or was he once again attempting to politely refuse a suitor his father had suggested to him?

That was another thought that made your heart ache. You and Zora Prince had been so close to getting married before your cousin had ruined it all. Sidon’s father had always liked you and thought you a good fit for his son. However when it was decided you were to marry someone else, he would waste no time in getting his other heir married off as well.

The sound of your name and the snapping of fingers pulled you out of your thoughts, causing you to bring your attention back to Zelda. She put her hands on your shoulders as she spoke next.

“I know you don’t want to do this. But please, think about the citizens of Hyrule. This union will be beneficial for them. I would not be asking you to this for any other reason.”

Your teeth clenched and eye began to water at hearing her words.

“You are not asking me. You never asked me Zelda.” You whispered, slowly raising your voice as you spoke. Tears began to spill down your face and over your white dress.

“You’re a selfish princess. You want this union to benefit the people of Hyrule and yet you do not enter it yourself. Instead, you pawn off a cousin whom you’ve only met but a handful of times since the war ended. You have decided my happiness is a sacrifice you’re willing to make so you don’t have to give up your own with him.”

You looked at Link, who had been leaning up against a tree, silently watching from a distance the past few minutes. You had met him months earlier when he freed the Zora from Vah Ruta. You had laughed at the surprise on his face when he walked into the royal chambers and watched the crown prince embrace a Hylian girl.

You and Sidon had always been a strange pair in the eyes of others, so of course it had been a surprise to the Hero of Hyrule as well. The difference of species and the massive height imbalance was enough for others to assume there could be no relationship between a Zora and a Hylian. You and Sidon had proved anyone and everyone wrong on that assumption.

There had been nothing but thankfulness towards Link back then, especially when he ended the war. Now, when you looked at Hyrule’s Savior, you couldn’t feel anything but resentment. If had stayed asleep just a little longer you be in the Zora domain, relishing in your post-marital bliss. Looking back at Zelda, you spoke once again.

“If you make me go through with this I will be gone by morning. You nor the husband you forced on me will be able to find me. I doubt that will look admirable for your alliances.”

Zelda’s eyes looked you up and down. In your distressed state tears had caused the makeup on your face to ruin your dress. You were shaking from anger and frustration. Anybody could tell you were not a bride happy to be wed in a few days time. Your cousin looked back at her lover, getting a somber nod as confirmation. She turned back to you.

“If you really oppose this marriage then it shall be called off. You can pack tonight and leave in the morning for the Zora domain.”

Your eyes welled up again, tears of relief flowing through them. You would get to go back Sidon, back home. Zelda gave you a small smile and gestured for you to make your way to where the three of you had left your horses to graze.

“Come. Let us get you out of that dirty dress and back to the castle.”

Shoud I write a sequel to this? I’m debating. 

I Love You || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by diytae


AN: I’m really being serious about this one guys. So much so that I’m putting the authors note here instead of at the end like usual. This imagine is not meant for people who are easily upset and it’s not meant to hurt anyone, it’s purely for the reader who requested it. If you do not feel comfortable with the above mentioned themes please let me know and I can make another version for everyone. 

Word Count: 1.6K

Genre: Angst 

Jungkookie, I’m so excited for you! You’re going on tour and you’re going to have so much fun. Make sure you blow all of your fans kisses and give all of them love. Without them you wouldn’t have made it this far so remember to be grateful. Anyways, I love you. Be safe!

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Summary: You have some very important news to tell Shawn, but you’re not quite sure how he’s gonna take it.

Requested: Sort Of

I ran a hand through my hair as I paced around Shawn’s empty dressing room. I found out some news a few days ago and I’m not sure how he’s gonna take it. I could feel my heart beating in my throat. I have to tell him though. He deserves to know. It would be cruel of me not to tell him. I let out a frustrated growl as I sat on the couch. What’s the worst that can happen?”

With that, I forced myself off the couch and made my way to the stage where Shawn is doing soundcheck. I tucked my hands in my pocket, trying not to talk myself out of this. I walked out to the isles of seats and stood in the middle of the walkway.

Shawn was playing his guitar and smiling at the crew as the made up silly lyrics. He busted into laughter and high fives a guy after the track was over. He looks so carefree. This is what he loves and who am I to rip this away from him. I feel my heart plummet to my stomach as Shawn turns around and spots me, sending me the biggest smile I’ve seen in a long time. I turned around and started toward the arena door, trying to conceal my tears from Shawn’s view.

“I’ll be right back.” I hear him say. Crap. I speed up my walking and make it out the double doors just as Shawn is grabbing my arm, turning me around. His face drops as he takes hold of my face, wiping the tears away. “Hey hey hey, What’s wrong? What happened?”

“I have something to tell you and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.” I explain. Shawn suddenly stood up straight and examined my face. He looked down and bit the inside of his cheek.

“Who is he?” He asked through clenched teeth, catching me off guard.


“Who is he and how long has it been going on? I swear, Y/n, if you say it’s Cameron, I will-“

“You think I’m cheating on you? You think I would do that to you with your best friend?” I asked hurt clear in my voice.

“Why else would you be so nervous to tell me something, Y/n?”

“Because I’m pregnant!” I say raising my voice a little bit. Shawn freezes.

“What?” He says, the color drained from his face. A few minutes pass and Shawn is still standing there, speechless.

“Forget it. I shouldn’t have said anything.” I said, tears starting to well up in my eyes again. I start to walk away when Shawn grabs my arm again.

“Wait, I’m sorry. I just… it’s a lot.” He says placing his hands on my waist. I lean into him and rest my head on his chest. “How long have you known?”

“2 days.” I feel Shawn stiffen under me.  

“How far are you?” I take a deep breath.

“If I got my math right, the last time we had sex was when you were frustrated about your tour work so… 2 months tomorrow.” I slowly break away from Shawn and look at Shawn who seems to be deep bin thought. “I should go.” |

“Where are you going?”

“Home. I don’t belong here anymore Shawn.”

“Why does it sound like you saying goodbye?” He asks. I closed my eyes and try to hold back my tears.

“Because I am.” I reply. Shawn shakes his head.

“No.” He replies with a stern voice. I know he’s not going to let me go easily, but I have too. I open my mouth to say something, but the door behind us opens.

“Sorry to interrupt but, Shawn if you want the show to start on time you need to get dressed.” Someone from the crew notifies him. Shawn nods.

“I’ll be a second.” With that the person leaves and I cross my arms around my torso.

“Have fun at your show. I know your gonna kill it.” I said. Shawn rubbed his eyes.

“Why do you keep saying goodbye?” I could hear the hurt in his voice.

“Because I don’t want to hold you back! I don’t want to be the reason you can’t go out and live like an 18 year old pop star should! I don’t want you to miss amazing opportunities all because you have a pregnant girlfriend at home, Shawn! I don’t want that for you! I don’t want you to look back years from now and start to resent me because you couldn’t do what you love to do!” I cried. Shawn gathered me in his arms.

“Baby, I will never see you that way. Believe it or not you’re giving me a gift. Yes, it might be a little early, but there’s nothing that I want more than to start a family with you.”  

“You’re not angry?” I asked into his chest. Shawn chuckled.

“No, I’m not angry.” He said.

“What about the hormones?” Shawn laughed.

“I think I can handle them.” He said taking my face in his hands and kissing my forehead.

“And the cravings and mood swings?”

“I think I can handle those too. Just… stay. Please.” Shawn said, placing his forehead on mine.

“Fine.” I whispered. With that, Shawn smiled and placed a kiss on my lips, pulling me closer to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as possible. Suddenly the door behind us opened.

“Sorry to break this up, but you need to get ready, Mendes. Now.” His stylist said, practically dragging him through the doors. I took a deep breath and smiled to myself. That went better than expected. Now here comes the hard part:

Telling everyone else.

Wrong Name

@thebonnielassofyvie requested Molly reacting to Sherlock accidentally introducing her with his last name (could you add in some Warstan and Mythea?) 

Molly’s face grew red, and she looked at her feet, then glanced up swiftly to Sherlock. If he realized what he’d just said, he clearly was putting on a good show of not noticing. He just went right on talking to the press as if he had not just referred to her as ‘Molly Holmes’.

Which she wasn’t.

“Sorry, Mr. Holmes, so, just a moment,” one of the press agents pushed forward, recorder in hand. “You’re saying Doctor Hooper is now Doctor Holmes?”

Sherlock looked at him as if the man had two heads.

“No, I never said such a thing!”

“That’s what I heard,” the man said.

“Me too,” a woman piped up beside him. “Said it twice, in fact.”

The others all nodded in agreement, then looked to Molly for confirmation. Sherlock too, turned and faced her, surprised he had made such an error. Molly caught the panic in his eyes, realizing he’d flubbed. Why he’d said such a thing, she wouldn’t know, not yet any way.

“He misspoke, obviously,” Molly put in. “Our names are often being mixed up-“

“Really.” One of the men snorted. “Okay.”

At this, Sherlock looked miffed, narrowing his gaze at him.

“Yes, really,” he bit out. The more seasoned members of the press all leaned in, knowing when someone was about to receive a dressing down from the World’s Only Consulting Detective. There were still stories about how he’d ruined Kitty Riley. “Doctor Hooper is well published in journals around the country and in foreign countries. She speaks regularly at Oxford and if I misspoke, it is merely because her brilliance is so on par with mine, naturally I would refer to her as mine.” He held himself even straighter, squaring his shoulders. “As if anyone else could match her…” he said that last under his breath.

The press all looked to Molly now.

“So…are you taking Doctor Watson’s place, helping solve crimes now with Mr. Holmes, Doctor Hooper?”

“Oh! No! Hardly,” she gave a nervous laugh, still flying quite high from Sherlock so fiercely defending her, and bragging about her to about six of the most important papers in London. “My particular field is one that Mr. Holmes is familiar with, given his cases, so our paths often cross. This time, I just happened to have the week free, so we decided to give Doctor Watson a holiday.”

The questions went on, and Molly fell silent again. In the back of her mind, she did wish she’d been bold enough to snap at the agent and say she was indeed Molly Holmes, just to see the looks on their faces. Clearly, they didn’t think she was Sherlock’s equal. Well…buggar them, then.

Only Sherlock, as he spoke, reached between them, took her hand and lacing his fingers in hers. He was warm, so she shifted slightly, shoulder brushing against his. As he spoke, he commended Molly’s quick thinking, her skill in the laboratories, and how she’d understood right away what the cause of death was, linking the killer to three previous unsolved deaths. In the end, Molly was flushing, smiling at her shoes as Sherlock quite happily went on bragging to them all about how she’d helped solve the case.

The press finally dispersed, questions answered, and Sherlock tugged Molly along to find a cab, still holding onto her hand.

At Baker Street, they found John and Mary were waiting for them, as were Mycroft and Anthea.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, brother-mine?” Sherlock asked as Molly accepted the mug of tea from John’s outstretched hand.

“Simply wondering how the meeting went.” His eyes twinkled with some mischief, clearly, he’d heard Sherlock’s slip-up.

“As they usually do,” the younger Holmes shrugged.

“Really? One doesn’t usually refer to someone with the wrong surname.”

Anthea and Mary were grinning like Cheshire cats.

“I’m sure it was just a mistake,” Molly batted a hand, trying to wave it off, clearly having trouble doing so.

“Well what if it wasn’t?” Sherlock snapped finally, looking at her directly. “What if I rather like how your name fits rather nicely with mine?”

For a moment, Molly couldn’t speak. She stared open-mouthed up at him, and she saw his gaze flick down to her lips, then back up at her eyes again.

“Well…” she began falteringly, then her smile was suddenly bold. “What if I’d rather have a hyphen?”

Mary grabbed John by the arm who grunted.

“Nails, nails, the nails,” he hissed, trying his hardest not to spill hot tea on himself.

Sherlock, clearly ignoring them, shrugged, hands in his pockets. “Well it makes no difference to me, would you prefer alphabetically?”

“Does that matter?”

“Well yes,” he said with a frown. “Hooper-Holmes-“

“Sounds much better than ‘Holmes-Hooper’,” Molly interrupted. “Sounds like we’re a law-firm rather than a couple.”

“Hmm,” he nodded, pondering. “Very well. But you’ll be the one to tell Mummy, not that she’ll care particularly.”

“Okay, wait, wait-“ John interrupted.

“Oh do catch up, John,” Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes. He took Molly’s hand, kissing it gently before stepping past her to collect his violin. “If I misspoke, it is clearly because I have been considering proposing to Molly, which I sort of have, just now. If you’d all leave, I’ll do it properly.”

Mary and Anthea immediately set their mugs down, collected their bags and started shoving their men out of the door.

“But-“ Mycroft began

“But-he-“ John also spluttered.

“Shut up, we’ll talk about it in the car,” Mary said, waving goodbye, kissing Molly’s cheek as they passed.

“Oh let’s take one car,” Anthea added, eyes quite merry as she beamed at Sherlock and Molly. “We can talk on the way.”

“On the way where-“ Mycroft asked, not liking his being physically hustled out the door.

“To lunch,” Anthea and Mary said at once.

“They won’t be long,”

“Oh yes we bloody will!” Sherlock called back, quite miffed (for the second time that day). Mary threw him a teasing wink, shutting the door after them, all crowded on the stairway, John and Mycroft both looking confused.

“Now, you were saying,” Sherlock turned, suddenly quite smooth charming.

“Oh I believe you were,” Molly said, and seated herself in his chair. “And I fully expect a proper proposal, mind, my brilliance, after all, is only matched by the World’s Only Consulting Detective.”

Sherlock smirked, and knelt down at her feet, all too happy to oblige.

April 2nd.

This is for @sad-af1121 @thatawkwardtinyperson and @bxckyfxcknbxrnes because they are awesome and I wish I can be half as good as them. 

Notes: started as a drabble but now we are here. super spur of the moment. fluff. tell me what you think! my second fic ever. be nice pls?

Originally posted by petallica

April fools!

Those two words keep playing in your head over and over again. You’re an idiot. You are a self proclaimed idiot. Jokes on you this time. 

You turn to your side and look at your boyfriend sleeping right next to you. Ugh. He’s perfect even when he’s sleeping and here you are trying to not to work yourself into an anxiety attack over your stupid mistake. 

I’m an idiot. Who the fuck can’t tell their boyfriend that the joke you proclaimed as an April Fool’s prank is the truth?

It’s not like you planned for your joke to be a joke. You just found out on April Fool’s day.  That little blue stick does not lie. Nor did the ten others you made Wanda go get you and swear on her life that she would not tell anyone about what is going on with you or…rather in you. 

And when you went to tell Bucky, Bucky, the man with the steel blue eyes and the wicked smile and the love of your life that you are pregnant,  p r e g n a n t, you froze. You panicked. And his shocked expression did not make you feel any better so you thought quick and told Bucky it was a joke and was crushed when he sighed in relief. 

You look over Bucky now,  to glance at the clock on your bedside table. 12:01. It’s officially April 2nd. It’s no longer April Fool’s. You’re still pregnant. It’s not a joke. It’s April 2nd, and you’re still pregnant. 

“Babe as much as I love to keep you up at night, why are you awake?” You flinch as you glance at Bucky. He peers at you with one eye open and furrows his brows. 

Oh fuck, oh fuck. He’s awake. fuck. fuck. fuck. 

I swear it’s nothing babe, just going over the mission details for tomorrow in my head” blabbering it out like an idiot that you are and turning to your side only to bury your face into the pillow and hope to God that Bucky does not feel you try to avoid the subject.

“You know, I would believe you if you haven’t been awake and fidgeting for the last three hours” Bucky chuckles and pulls you closer. 

“Talk to me doll, what’s on your mind?” Bucky turns you over and you peer up at him. You search your mind for the right words. 

Hey Buck, remember that time after the mission when the adrenaline was getting to us and we got back to the jet and I tackled you and you took my pant– or that time during Tony’s party last month when you slid your fingers under my dress– or two weeks ago in the shower when you took me up against the wall and—

“Babe I can practically see you thinking but I need words.” He smirked as he leans closer into you, your foreheads are touching at this point. 

“So funny story…” you begin and you look up once again into those eyes. 

I’m fucked. Well we fucked. And now you’re fucked. Because we fucked. And we made a baby. I’m pregnant. Jokes on you and me. Oh shit.

Talk to me doll, you’re starting to worr–” he’s cut off before he can finish the sentence. 

“So I know I told you it was an April Fool’s joke, but I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. And I took about ten tests to make sure I was because who the fuck learns they are pregnant on April Fool’s? And I tried to tell you but then I panicked because you didn’t plan for this, I mean we didn’t plan for this and I saw the relief in your eyes when you heard me say April Fool’s. but Bucky, it’s officially April 2nd, and I’m pregnant. I’m actually pregnant. Please don’t ha–”

This time, you’re the one that’s cut off from your babbling. Bucky’s lips smash into yours and you can’t help but moan at the force. His tongue teases yours a little and you blink your eyes a few times because you are left dazed after a kiss like that. 

“You’re pregnant?” “You’re actually pregnant?” “I’m going to be a Dad?” he whispers as he pulls slightly away from you. 

You stiffen as you come back and hear Bucky’s words. You look at him and you see the biggest smile on his face. 

“I’m pregnant” You say with a little more confidence. Bucky leans back into you.  “I was hoping it wasn’t a joke when you told me yesterday doll, I only looked relieved because I was trying to hide how disappointed I was.”

This time you’re the one who yanks Bucky towards you and in the process he’s on top of you. You reach up and give him a quick kiss before leaning up to his ear. 

“You’re going to be a Daddy, Buck. No April Fool’s joke this time. Happy April 2nd Bucky.” your breath tickling his skin as you trail back to his lips. 

“Happy April 2nd Doll, best non April Fool’s joke ever.” He leans down and joins you into your kiss. 

April Fool’s didn’t turn out so bad.

#5 Auston Matthews

Requested by @rxsita-twd

Can you do one where you’re Mitch’s twin sis and like you’re at a game ‘cause you live in Toronto and Auston gets really hurt and Mitch gets attacked trying to defend him from more attacks and they have to get both boys off the ice (Mitch can still walk but Auston has to be carried) and you race there trying to find out if your brother is okay and Auston pretty much confesses his love for you to everyone in the room without realizing it because he’s pretty much knocked out? PRETTY PLEASE THANKS

You guys always have the best prompts and I love it !

Auston is a meme and I had to stop myself from writing ‘cash me outside howbow dah’

This took so long and i couldn’t figure out how to write the important bit.

Also focuses more on mitch than auston im sorry but sibling relationships are really important to me.

Pre-writing note: I bet this is gonna make me cry

Song suggestion of the day: Life worth living by Laurel

Warnings: I got no brothers but my cousin has acted as a stand in and I’ve been traumatised beyond belief so i think im good. He’s an embarrassment. LANGUAGE WARNING (its not that bad idk why i put it in caps).

Originally posted by werenskiz

“…and if someone in a Canucks jersey tries to talk to you, punch them.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief as you glanced across the living room at Auston Matthews, who was watching the exchange with an amused expression. “Mitchell, you’re only older by three minutes, stop trying to act like Chris.” you retorted indignantly, turning your attention back to your twin brother who was clattering around behind you in the kitchen.

“Well, in his absence his solemn duty, to protect you from all harm, now falls to me.” Mitch stated, a matter-of-factly as he walked into the room and plonked himself down beside you. Okay, you hadn’t been to a game in a little while, not everyone can have their dream job (or unlimited time off). That said, It wasn’t like you’d never been to a hockey game, you’d probably disowned (at least by your brothers) if you hadn’t. Still, Mitch was being a pain by trying to be overprotective and you hadn’t even left the house yet.

“That is not Chris’ job. At least he knows I can look after myself.” you muttered, throwing your legs over Mitch’s lap as you leaned back on the arm of the couch, watching him struggle with his tie.

“I’m being caring and brotherly.” Mitch whined, as you finally relented, sitting up to help him fix his tie.

“It’s a hockey game not a bar fight.” you retorted, glancing over at the only american in the room, yet again. “Auston, back me up here.”

“No, no, no. Illegal move. He’s my friend, you can’t use him against me.” Mitch protested indignantly.

“So I can’t be friends with Auston because you’re friends with him?” you retorted. “Sharing is caring, Mitch. Besides, your advice is stupid. I’d probably get more hurt than the person I was punching. It’s the easiest way to break your hand, you know.”

Mitch made a face. “You get my point though.” 

You had to refrain from rolling your eyes again. “Well, Vancouver wouldn’t be so riled up if you would just shut your damn mouth sometimes.” you retorted. Although he was taller than you (just), on the ice, your twin brother was both tiny and annoying. He was also very good but there was no way you were telling him anything of the sort.

“Where’s the fun in that?” Mitch laughed.

“The fun is not getting ten million phone calls from mum every time someone tries to fight you.” you replied, with a hint of annoyance. Truthfully you were more worried than annoyed. Mitch might be a pain but if anyone so much as yelled at him, you were prepared to fight them yourself.

“Not my problem.” he teased, but sobered up under your frown. “Don’t worry, that’s why I’m friends with this guy.” he patted leaned across to Auston’s knee. “he has a scary war face. I saw it one time when we played the ‘yotes” Mitch faked a shudder. “I didn’t sleep for a week.” Auston shoved mitch lightly at that.

you rolled your eyes. “Auston’s the possibly one of the sweetest guys I’ve ever met, he couldn’t hurt a fly.” You glanced at Auston. “No offence?”

Auston shrugged and shook his head lightly, his cheeks tinted a light pink shade. “None taken.” Mitch laughed at this,waggling his eyebrows and making you elbow his ribs.

you nodded appreciatively at Auston. “Also, do not fight anyone for him.” you warned, glaring at your brother.

Mitch shook his head. “Stop being annoying. We’ll be fine. Now where’s your jersey?” he demanded.

“Right next to you, doofus. Are we going or not?” you replied.

In reply you received a jersey to the face.

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Originally posted by emreturkmen

A/N okay this fluffy ass imagine was solely written for me because this minor injury happened to me. i decided to share it w/ you guys, hope u like it i just needed to get my feelings out!! also how fuckin precious is he look at that gif i love his smile more than anything. also im using prompts 32, 15, and 3

Prompt 32: “I will always protect you.”

Prompt 15: “Are you crying?”

Prompt 3: “Baby, are you okay?”

ok Actually i’m gonna kill 2 birds w 1 stone, im adding a request i got to this. @slnnamonroll requested prompt 2 : “In your dreams, lover boy.”

P.S. sorry i lied i said i was going to post a different imagine next but i finished this one first soooo… enjoy !!!!!! sorry if it sucks (;

You’d twisted your ankle last night, walking around in the dark when you’re barely awake isn’t very smart. You really didn’t think that it was that bad but your boyfriend, Spencer, worried about you and insisted on at least going to urgent care.

So here you were, waiting for your name to be called so you could go back to an exam room. Spencer sat next to you as you propped up your ace-bandaged-wrapped foot up on the table before you.

“You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, rubbing your arm. You were a little annoyed at him for making you come here because you really didn’t think it was that bad. 

“I’m good.” you shrugged. Just as you’d answered, a nurse called your name and led you to an exam room. Spencer walked next to you as you held onto him for support.

You explained to the nurse what had happened. She nodded along, then recorded your height and weight and told you to sit tight and someone would be in soon to see you. 

Soon enough, a doctor was examining your ankle. She took x-rays, then later told you that it wasn’t broken, just sprained very badly. She made you promise not to walk on it and gave you crutches for help. Then, she referred you to an Orthopedist. 

You thought to yourself that you weren’t going to need to see another doctor. This would heal on it’s own as long ass you iced it and kept it raised, right?

Well, no.

When you and Spencer pulled into the parking lot of your apartment building, he helped you out of the car and you used your crutches to get over to the elevator.

Once you were on your floor Spencer just gave up on offering to help you without you accepting, and he took manners into his own hands.

“Y/N, stop for a sec,” he said, and you stopped walking. He took the crutches from your hands, then turned around in front of you. “Hop up for me, yeah?” 

You giggled, clambering onto his back the best you could without disturbing your injured ankle.

He walked with you on his back to the front door, unlocking it with his key. “I’m making you an appointment with that other doctor tomorrow,” he told you matter-of-factly, as it was not up for debate.

“Fine,” you sighed. You knew he wouldn’t change his mind. He stepped inside the cozy apartment and set you down gently on the couch. “Do you need anything?” he asked sweetly. He gave you a sympathetic smile as you winced when you moved your leg in a way that did not agree with your ankle. “Can you get me some painkillers and ice?”

He nodded, kissing your forehead then going to get them. When he came back you were already laid down with your foot propped up on a pillow.

Spencer sat down next to you and gave you your things. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, with him taking care of you.

The next day, you woke up and your ankle seemed to be more swollen, bruised, and painful than yesterday. You heard the sound of running water, indicating that Spencer was in the shower.

He exited the bathroom a few minutes later, drying his hair with a towel.

“Good morning love, your appointment is in two hours.” he said. You nodded, “Okay.”

“Can I take a look at it?” he asked, coming over and sitting on the edge of the bed next to your bad foot. He saw the bruising and swelling and sighed, then wrapped it with the bandage again.

“Looks a little worse today,” he noted. 

“Hurts more today too.” you told him.

Spencer gave you a sympathetic smile. “Let me help you get ready to go.” he stood up and walked over to your dresser, taking out a bra, shirt, underwear, socks, and sweatpants so that you’d be comfortable.

He helped you into your clean clothes. He carried you to the bathroom so you could brush your teeth, insisting that it’d be faster than you hobbling over on your crutches or jumping on one leg like you’d done all day yesterday after you were told not to walk on the bad ankle.

The doctor told you that you had a really bad sprained ankle, and you’d be in a boot for 4-6 weeks and crutches for support the first week or two. In the car on the way home from the appointment, you began to cry.

“Are you crying?” Spencer asked, trying to look at you and keep his eyes on the road at the same time. You let out a sarcastic laugh and nodded. You put your head in your hands.

“Baby, are you okay? Does anything hurt? Talk to me,” he said softly. He stopped at a red light and turned to look at you.

“I just feel really useless, Spence. I can’t do anything. And I’m so clumsy, what if I just end up hurting myself more on these damn crutches?” you confessed, voice muffled.

He pulled over onto the side of the road, which wasn’t very busy. You heard the click of his seatbelt unbuckling and looked up at him to see him smiling softly at you with his head tilted slightly to the side.

“I know it’s hard not being on your feet. But I’m here to help you, okay? Nothing else is going to happen to you.” He paused, trying to get you to look at his eyes but you kept your eyes glued to his shirt instead. “Hey, look at me.”

Your tear filled eyes met his dry ones as he wiped your tears away, then held your face in his hands and kissed you. You felt so guilty for being annoyed at him for wanting to help you because now you’d need him. He was always so patient with you, no matter what.

When you got home you wanted to shower but you couldn’t put any weight on your foot yet. 

“How about I’ll wash your hair over the sink and then you can shower after, that way you won’t be in there for long. But, I can just get in with you to help if you want.” he smirked, trying to be playful because he knew you were upset.

“In your dreams, lover boy.” you joked back with a smile, throwing a balled up t shirt at him.

Once you had showered and Spencer washed your hair, he crawled in bed next to you. You wrapped your arms around him, “I love you.”

“I love you more.” he said.

“I’m sorry for being a bitch earlier. Thank you for taking care of me.” you were feeling emotional again, tears welling up in your eyes but you weren’t exactly sure why.

“Always. I will always protect you.”

And he was right. He’d die before letting anything serious happen to you. You both fell asleep in each other’s embrace, dreaming of the life you’d share in the future together.


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Okay? - Archie x Reader requested


@idle-lanes @sgarrett49 @murderyoursoul @moonlight53

Anonymous said: Hello! Your writing is wonderful:) I was wondering if I could possibly get an established Archiexreader where maybe you get hurt or something and he’s worried about you? Just angst and fluff idk it’s ok if you can’t. Love your writing ❤

I hope this works for your request. Most of my stuff doesn’t really have a happy undertone so I tried my best with this. Also I want to say thank you for all the really nice message I received over the last few days. I appreciate it very much guys. Warnings: talk of an eating disorder

Instead of your alarm waking you up, you were welcomed by a vibration from your phone.

Archie: Good morning gorgeous

You gave a smile to the text.

Y/N: Why do you have to be such a morning person? I had 15 more minutes until my alarm…

Archie: Good. That means your up. You should come over for breakfast, Juggie is making waffles. Then we can walk to school.

You groaned a little at the thought of food. Although you had been dating Archie for about two months now, you were pretty sure he hadn’t noticed your eating habits - or lack there of.

Every once in a while he would say you ate like a bird. You just justified him he eating so many calories for football and working out so much.

You weren’t one that was comfortable with their body. And while your older sister was now away at college - your mother still made comments about your weight and how you should be more like your sister.

You sighed at the message. Thinking of how to get out of it even though you wanted to see Archie as much as possible.

Y/N: Or…I could go back to sleep for a bit in my warm comforter that is calling me.

Archie: …but waffles!

Y/N: How about I meet you for walking to school while I sleep and have cereal?

You sighed at the lie you texted back. You knew you weren’t going to eat breakfast.

Archie: Alright, see you then babe.

You smiled at his text but gave a groan into your pillow. You set your alarm for another 10 minutes.

You knocked on door in front of you. You were aware your eyes were a little tired - but thanks to some concealer, you were able to cover it. Your hand shook a little while it returned back to your side.

The door flung open pretty quick.

“Hey”, Archie greeted you with a smile and kissed your cheek while Jughead followed out behind him. He grasped your hand, fingers entwined. “Enjoy your cereal?”

You gave a smile that acted as a mask, “I enjoyed my sleep and then my cereal”.

“How was your weekend Jughead?”, your face looked to the boy who started to walk ahead of you a little.

He turned around while walking backwards on the sidewalk. “Oh you know the usual. Writers block creeping up around midnight and soothing my woes with coffee”.

“And Betty…”, Archie gave some eyes as if he was teasing him.

“Yeah well…she helps my writers block!”, he gave a slight hit to Archie’s chest while laughing. Jughead turned to keep walking.

“I have practice later but do you want to do Pop’s tonight with the gang?” Archie’s focus was now on you.

Thoughts of food again. But a milkshake could be worse…. “Yeah, okay”, you gave a smile and Archie seemed pretty content with your answer. You blushed while he squeezed your hand a little as he acted genuinely happy. 

You thought about it for a moment. It was the second time he had brought up food already and school hadn’t even started. Was he noticing? Your thoughts kept you from Archie’s words as you seemed to lose focus. You felt anxious, guilty even. Why was this amazing guy with someone like you? 

You saw the school ahead of you but then your ears started to hear a ringing. Your palms felt sweaty and you stopped in your tracks. Archie still had your hand and started saying something. You couldn’t hear it. You were confused. Then flashes of black were coming to you, it got hazy and your body felt light. 

You thought you were asleep until your eyes shot open. Something was on your mouth. You tried to pull at it but someone stopped you. Your head was throbbing and your sight was coming back. 

You looked to your right and saw Archie. He looked sad, tears in his eyes until his focus found you staring. He seemed a little happier by you being awake and started saying something again. You slightly shook your head as your hearing was coming back, “what?”. Your voice grasped as your mouth felt dry. 

“Are you okay?”, his hand was rubbing yours as you could hear a siren. You looked around and realized you were in an ambulance. 

Your eyes freaked out a little. “Wh…what…happened?”, your voice was still small and weak. 

“You passed out. You hit your head a bit. Juggie called your parents for you while I called the ambulance. Are you okay?”. 

You nodded. “I think so”, you moved up slightly until a paramedic on your left slightly pushed you back down. 

“Hey there. Glad you’re back. Now, can you follow the light with your eyes?“ 

An IV was started for you as you were still in a bit of a daze as well as a panic. You heard the words “dehydrated” and “low blood pressure” and that a nutritionist would be in soon. Archie was finally allowed back in after the doctor left. 

You felt embarrassed, guilty and a bit sick in your own body. Your thoughts only focused on that until Archie grasped your hand again. “Hey”, worry was in his eyes. Something you hadn’t seen directed to you from him before. 

“Hey…”, your face looked to the IV next to you. 

A pause followed for a bit, lingering in the air until Archie broke it. “Y/N?”, his eyes were welled up with water again. It was as if he was looking through you. You gave a slight squeeze to his hand in response. “Have you been eating?”.

Your eyes parted from him out of guilt. Your breath felt heavy again. As if something was caught in your throat. A pause came back until you shook your head no. Archie got up from the chair and dived his body into yours giving you a large hug. He kissed your forehead. “You scared the hell out of me”, his voice wasn’t angry, just sad still. He backed his body away a little while his hand grasped the side of your face. “You are so amazing just the way you are, don’t you see that?" 

Your eyes started to well up now, and while he said the words, you still didn’t feel them to be true. "No”, was the only answer you could muster. 

“Well you are. We’re going to get through this okay?”, his fingered wiped the small tears coming down your face. 

You were taken back by his words. “You still want to? Even with…”, your eyes went to the IV as if that finished the sentence for you. 

He gave a smile, “of course I do. You really are amazing, even if you don’t see it yet”. He brought your lips to his in a quick but sincere kiss. “Okay?”, he sat back down while rubbing your hand. 

You thought for a moment. “Okay”.

Growing Love - Part 3: Eternal Flame

Characters: Y/N Y/L/N, Jensen Ackles, Rowen Ackles, Brice Ackles, Jayden Ackles

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: Can’t think of any. Pretty much just fluff.     

Wordcount: 2000ish

A/N: This is a real people fic but it is an AU Mini Series. Jensen is a photographer, Jared owns a bar and Misha is a doctor. It is my first time writing a real people fic in AU so lets hope I don’t fall on my face completely here.

I didn’t write this chronologically as I usually do. I wrote everything that the narrator tells us first and build the story around that. The narrator’s story can be read without the actual story and the actual story can be read without the narration. The narrator only actually tell us the things in cursive, the rest is Jensen’s PoV ;) Again let’s hope I land on my feet with this one.

It is written for @avasmommy224’s Birthday Challenge and Jenn is a total sweetheart who let me make a series out if this. The prompt is in part 2 and the acquired smut is in part one, I reused the prompt partially in this part which is the final part.

Happy Birthday Jenn. Hope you enjoyed it.

Thanks to to my fav Erin aka @blacktithe7 for being the rockstar she is and betaing this for me.



You see, love doesn’t always start with fireworks. Not the eternal kind. Not unconditional long lasting kind. Their kind of love never ends and do you know how I know? I witnessed it. I watched it grow stronger every day. I watched the way my dad looked at my mom and the way she would blush. She still does. After 3 kids and 18 years of marriage, they still kiss each other every day. Mom still falls asleep on the couch leaning against my dad on movie night. He still looks at her with as much love as he did in my very first memory of them, if not more.

Y/N did write her book. Actually she wrote several, and Jensen never stopped taking pictures. His works are displayed in various museums and magazines, but my favourite pictures he ever took are the ones of his family.

There is a staircase at Jensen and Y/N’s house. My childhood home. The wall is covered in pictures my dad took of Mom, Jaydan, Brice and me, but in the middle of all the photographs is my mom’s handwriting. It says “My Favourite Day”.

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anonymous asked:

29 for ss :)

29 - going away to war au


A/N: yep, I’m picking these back up again!! I had like 20 left to do ;A; forgive me for the wait!!



When a knock resounds at his door at two in the morning, Sasuke doesn’t expect it to be her.

“Sakura,” he acknowledges, trying to keep the surprise from seeping into his tone. He frowns. “It’s late. What are you doing here?”

But she doesn’t seem to hear him. “Is it true?” she asks instead, her tone particularly challenging, like she is trying to demand him. Her eyes seem glossy, he can’t help but to note then, like she is trying not to cry. “Is it true, Sasuke-kun?” she asks again, holding a harder edge.

His frown deepens at that, and Sasuke simply looks at her for a moment, puzzlement weighing in; what exactly is she talking about, and why does it make her so upset? Growing evermore concerned, he tries to reach out with a comforting touch, only to flinch near instantly when she moves to slap his hand away, a broken grimace slipping to her lips. She is devastated by this, he realizes with a painful thudding of his heart.

The sensation worsens when she presses, her voice so small, so tight, desperate to be wrong, “Did you really get drafted for the war?”

Sasuke falters, gaze dropping. The news can’t have traveled so quickly, he knows, exhaling a slow sigh. That meant Naruto was the one who told her.

Tch, that idiot, he thought, jaw and fist both clenching. He should have waited before telling her—he should have let me do it.

Still, Sasuke can’t bring himself to lie to her—never could, never wanted to—and so he says nothing in return, only managing a small nod. 

The sound she makes tears his heart to shreds, compelling him to look at her again, throat growing tight at the sight of her tightened fists and anguished, misty eyes. She looks like she’s watching her world fall apart, and he can hardly bear to see it.

Unable to muster words of comfort, he simply ushers her inside instead, drawing her away from the cold to at the very least preserve her health if he couldn’t preserve her heart. And, as he turns and closes the door, he feels a pair of too-familiar arms wrap around him tightly, the softest sound of heartbreak sagged against his back. He doesn’t waste a moment to relent, turning in the tight embrace to wrap his own arms around her smaller form, pulling her firmly against him. 

He knows Sakura appreciates this by the way she hugs him closer, face burying closely against his chest. The movement alone has his eyes slipping shut, fighting against the tight knot forming thickly in his throat.

“Have you told your parents yet?” he hears her ask, after a moment, her wistful voice muffled in his shirt.

Sasuke sighs, so quietly. “No, not yet,” he answers. “I wanted to wait a while. Itachi’s death is still fresh on them… and I know they wouldn’t handle the news well. Especially my mother.”

She hugs him even closer at that, and he sighs again, arms tightening around her just as well. For a while, they simply hold each other, and he relishes in her warmth, her scent. It occurs to him that someday—sooner than he’ll want—he might not be able to feel her like this ever again.

No, he whispers to himself, eyes darkening. His fingers clench her clothes. He can’t allow himself to have such thoughts.

(but, he soon finds, he isn’t the only one who does)

“Sasuke-kun… I’m scared,” Sakura whimpers, shaking lightly as she holds him. The dampness of his shirt tells him she’s crying. “I don’t want you to go…”

“I know,” he whispers back, moving to slip a hand into her hair. He strokes the locks gently. “I know.”

She takes him by surprise by breaking from him in the next moment, nimble fingers gripping at his collar tightly, pulling him down to her level. He almost makes a sound of surprise before he feels her lips on his, moving with warm, fervid affection, causing his brows to furrow from the intensity of it all; but he doesn’t waste a moment to respond, tangling his fingers in her soft pink locks, the arm around her waist pulling her tightly against him.

(a bit heated, for a first kiss, but he doesn’t wonder why—at a time like this, spent in possible borrowed time, passion was never one easy to be controlled.)

They don’t allow themselves to break too far apart as they pull away, foreheads pressing gently as their puffing heated breaths mingled together gracefully.

“Tomorrow,” Sakura says, when she’s finally caught enough of herself to think, “Tomorrow—I’m gonna sign up. If you’re out there, I need to be there too. They need doctors and—”

He pushes her away before he even knows what he’s doing, hands gripping her shoulders in tight hold. “Are you out of your mind?” he hisses, wide dark eyes settling on her harshly. He doesn’t want to think about what it would be like going out there, knowing she was fighting for her life too. Knowing she could be killed at any moment, and he would never even be aware. He grits his teeth fiercely. “You can’t throw your life away like that, Sakura, you know the chances of coming back aren’t—”

“I am not sitting here waiting for you to come back!” she yells in retort, shoving him backwards. Her eyes well up again, and Sasuke swallows at the sight, coming apart at her apparent grief. “I won’t do it. I can’t.”

He can see it in her eyes that she’s made up her mind, that he has no choice in the matter anymore; he can see that nothing he will say will ever make a difference, that she is sure of her decision. Sakura is coming with him.

His jaw tightens, and his eyes slip shut for a moment. He hates the idea, hates the thought, but there is nothing he can do—so he accepts, if grudgingly, and relents the fight.

“You and I—we’re coming back alive, you hear me?” Sasuke says, reaching back for her. His voice is rough, bidding, leaving no room for an alternative. He presses his forehead firmly against her own, and cups her face. “We’re coming back.”

Sakura’s only response is a fervent nod, before she kisses him again, crying. “Yes,” she breathes against his mouth, gripping him harder. “Yes.”

Savior- Klaus Mikaelson


prompt: You’re kidnapped by Finn because he thinks Klaujs will come to save you, but you think you don’t mean a thing to Klaus

A/N: I’m so in love with Klaus y’all don’t understand


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Pain shot through your left cheek. You tried opening your eyes but your head hurt and you were too tired to even think about where you were. Something hit your cheek yet again and you tried to fully open your eyes. You felt that your hands were tied behind your back and a weird feeling was evident in your stomach. 

“Ah! Look who’s finally awake!”, someone called out. You knew you’ve heard that voice already but you didn’t recognise it yet. Your view was still blurry so you could only make out someone standing in front of you, almost kneeling to look into your eyes. “Where the bloody hell am I?”, you choked out. Your throat was dry and your voice raspy. “You’re being held captive by me.”, the man said, you could practically hear him smirking. And with this sentence, you recognised him. 

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{ five’s company // ch. 13 }

a/n: continue yelling at me

t/w: none. just a lot of yelling tbh

inbox || masterlist 


As you got into your car, the rain started to fall. It was heavy on your windshield, was relentless as you drove. You wanted to enjoy it, but it made you sad. 

You drove a little slower, always afraid that your wheels would be too wet from the rain and cause you to spin out. You robotically turned your signal on, looked through your mirrors, and turned down your street. Ignored the voice that wished you’d get into a car accident.

You hoped the boys weren’t home. You quietly prayed to God above that for once they’d be out of the house and away from you. Lately, you’d just felt so ashamed when you were around them. If they knew what you had done, you feared they’d never want you–or at least not like they wanted you before. 

You knew their love for you was based on more than just your physical features, but knowing that you were tainted almost made you sick. Having a daily conversation with the boys suddenly became a chore. There were times when you couldn’t sleep, afraid something or someone would come and hurt you. 

You just wanted to take another long shower, crawl under the covers, and hope for a better day tomorrow. 

You unlocked the door with a heavy sigh once you made it home. You pushed it open. Peeked through.

You felt everything crash down on you at once. 

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What is Love?

Request: “ Can you plz do a one shot where the reader is best friends with Damian, Jon and Billy, but she’s in love with Damian and is really awkward and doesn’t understand emotions ”

Pairings: Damian Wayne x Reader, Jon Kent x Friend!Reader, Billy Batson x Friend!Reader

Warnings: swearing.. i’m sorry it’s a fucking habit at this point.. whops..

a/n: i tried.

You were at the watchtower hanging out with your three best friends, but a certain Kent made things the exact opposite of fun. “You like him!” Jon shouted throughout the room as you gave him a ‘seriously?’ look. He ran around you like a child on Christmas. You face was lightly flustered as Jon chanted ‘(y/n) likes Damian!’.

You honestly did not know if you like him or not. You loved his company and conversations, but have a crush on him? You were not quite sure. You have seen how love has blossomed a few times now, but you still did not understand it. You saw this one person say some nice things and the other person say some nice things then love would flourish. Other times, they would say some mean things towards each other and end up making out. This made no sense, at all. Damian’s older brother, Dick, said that love was simple, but complicated. That did not help at all either.

Love was an intricate manifestation of adoration towards another creature, but at the same time a series of snags and misfortunes.

Jon’s screams finally brought you out of your thoughts. You stood and grabbed Jon by the shoulder stopping him from running around.“I don’t like him, okay?” You sigh letting go of his shoulder.

“Then why are you less mean to him?” Jon questioned crossing his arms.

“He’s much more mature.” You replied in an obvious and sassy tone.

“That’s true, but I’m much taller.” Jon replied proudly, puffing his chest. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“Okay, well that’s true.” You said as a chuckle escaped your lips. Suddenly, a small young boy seemed to discreetly sneak into your conversation. Damian stood by the door frame glaring at Jon.

“I swear on my honor, Kent, if you don’t stop making that joke, I’m going to rip your tongue out.” Damian says walking towards you two. You just laughed at Jon’s revelation. Although, You loved your three best friends it was fun to see Damian and Jon fight about simple things, such as height. Damian put an arm on your shoulder and face immediately flushed red.

“And you need to stop terrorizing (y/n) with your nonsense.” He continues his arm still dangling over your shoulder.

This wasn’t normal. You didn’t even believe that Damian would ever do such a thing. Damian realized this and quickly, but subtly took his arm off. You both looked away from each for a moment, looking in completely different directions. Jon just smirked at both of your obliviousness towards each other.

“It’s not nonsense it’s advice.” Jon answered looking you straight in the eye, with that stupid grin. You shook your head at him slowly all while giving him a death glare. You pushed Damian behind you and blocked him from whatever Jon was going to say.

“It is nonsense, now stop.” You growled at him and with that another boy entered. Another boy who insisted your infatuation towards the robin. Shazam, or more notably as his form right now, Billy Batson.

This was perfect, absolutely perfect. It was just what you needed.

“I see the two are together.” He mumbles walking towards Jon. Jon just nods and Billy’s response is a simple sigh, but simple things can make big differences. His eyes lit up like Jon’s running frenzy a while ago, a child on Christmas day. He nudged Jon and glanced at the door. Jon eyes lit up as well and he nodded once again.

“Well, I’ve got to go to the bathroom. Anyone else?” Billy asked walking towards the door.

“Didn’t you jus-”

“Me! Let’s go.” Jon raised his hand. They both exited the room and shut the door. Now, you were left awkwardly in the room with a person who you possibly like. You could leave, but it would just leave Damian lonely.

“What the hell was he talking about?” Damian asked walk sitting down on a chair. You sat down as well and took a deep breath. “He kept on teasing me because I liked you.” You paused for a moment to see Damian’s reaction. His face went completely burned up, but he somehow still managed to look you in eyes.

“But uhm, no offense, but I’m not sure if I do.” You said looking down. Something broke in Damian’s heart, but either way he was determined to help you get your feelings sorted.

“Why not?” He was barely uttered. He was still in shock, because of your confession. At the same time he was shattered on the subject of not truly knowing whether or not you loved him. He knew he loved you, he admitted it to himself for months already. Honestly, He was trying his best not to break the

“Well, what exactly is love?” You asked looking back at him. You were looking at each other deeply, both relishing the moment. He did not know how to say this. He did not know how to explain love himself, but he tried his best.

“Well, it’s when someone just takes away your breath in a good way and she makes you feel less shitty and not want to kill the rest of humanity. She gives you hope. Essentially,she just makes everything feel alright.”  He gave a slight smile hoping he at least lightened the situation. You were in awe at the poetic description of what he felt Love was. Your mind was set and you were ready to reveal your feelings.

“Oh, then I’m sorry Dami, If this is going to turn out to be a bit awkward.” You trailed off quietly. In that moment his tiny heart was definitely crushed into a million pieces.He smile turned into a quiet frown.

You pulled his face closer to yours, and planted a kiss on his lips. He was surprised at first, but then eventually went along with it. He caressed your cheek gently which made you feel safe.It felt true, passionate and right. You knew now that you genuinely did love him, you were just scared such a terrifying thing. You both pulled away.

“Don’t worry that wasn’t awkward.” He replied with the biggest grin on his face.

“I guess I should thank Billy and Jon.”