he thinks hes a lap dog

phoenix-173  asked:

Darcy/Sirius Black 19. Knitting.

“Here…” Darcy tossed a balled up bundle of something into his lap and promptly wrapped her arms around his shoulders, leaning over the back of the sofa to do so.  

Sirius flattened it out, grinning widely when he saw what it was.  “Is that…you put Padfoot on a hat.”  

She smirked, admiring her handiwork.  “Well, I mean.  Low-key isn’t really your forte anyway.  So I mean…”  

He smoothed his hand over the grey hat, tracing the black dog with his fingertip.  “Still though. I think the only thing I’ve ever had knitted for me was a jumper from Mrs. Weasley one Christmas… so thank you, love. I adore it.”

He promptly pulled it down over his head, leaning back to kiss her lips.  “Absolutely adore it.”  

Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!

(though off anon is fine too!)

  • “Is there someone you hold dear?”
  • “Don’t you feel any guilt?”
  • “You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
  • “There must be something you fear.”
  • “Do you have a home?”
  • “Is there someone you like?”
  • “Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
  • “Aren’t you ashamed?”
  • “Aren’t you happy?”
  • “Who do you despise?” 
  • “How do you sleep at night?”
  • “How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
  • “What do you think of kindness?”
  • “What do you think of hatred?”
  • “Why do you fight?”
  • “Why do you live?”
  • “How much blood have you spilled?”
  • “How much death have you seen?”
  • “Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
  • “Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
  • “Can’t you tell they love you?”
  • “Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
  • “Can’t you see that they hate you?”
  • “Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
  • “You’re not tainted.”
  • “You’re not alone.”
  • “You’re awful.”
  • “You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
  • “You’re an emotionless robot.”
  • “You’re just a lap dog.”
  • “It’s not over.”
  • “He/she needs you.”
  • “Stop lying.”
  • “Stop fighting.”
  • “Stop pushing others away.”
  • “You’re cruel.”
  • “You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
  • “You depend on him/her too often.”
  • “You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
  • “You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
  • “You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
  • “He/she is bringing you down.”
  • “You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
  • “You need to listen.”
  • “You need to speak up more often.”
  • “You’re weak.”
  • “You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
  • “You’re too proud.”
  • “Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
  • “You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
  • “One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
  • “You can’t cheat death.”
  • “You can’t hide forever.”
  • “They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
  • “That person is only holding you back.”
  • “They’re too good for you.”
  • “You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
  • “It will get better.”
  • “You look lonely.”
  • “You look bitter.”
  • “You look tired.”
  • “You’re hiding a painful burden.”
  • “You’re perfect.”
  • “You’re beautiful.”
  • “You will always be worthless.”
  • “Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
  • “You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
  • “You’ll rise above them all.” 
  • “You’ll find your place in this world.”
  • “Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
Take a Seat - Pietro Maximoff Drabble

Originally posted by knowledgefordummies

Request: (by anon) pietro x reader + “Sit in my lap”

Words: 869

A/N: I don’t know how I feel about this! :P I’m sorry if this is weird or cringe-worthy! How do you do the whole sexy thing? 

You had just won a tedious battle with your team, the Avengers. The battle waged for hours and caused extensive damage to the surrounding areas. Your bones ached, your muscles were sore, and you were covered in cuts and bruises. It was definitely a battle for the history books.

After such a battle, the team was starving and therefore thrilled when they came across a small diner that was still functional. Somehow Tony had convinced the owners to stay open and provide you all with some meals.

Everyone slumped into the diner and pushed a couple of unbroken tables together before plopping down into their chairs for a much-needed rest. You looked around at all the shattered glass and debris, trying to find an extra chair. Somehow, every chair that wasn’t already in use was smashed to bits. Just your luck!

You sighed heavily, not wanting to be on your feet a second longer. Despite that, you just leaned against the dusty counter, trying to shift your weight from one foot to the other.

“[Y/N], why don’t you sit down and join us?” Steve asked, slightly confused.

Your response was to pick up a busted bar stool to present as evidence.

“Oh.” Steve nodded. “Well here, take my seat.”

“No, you sit. You’re in worse shape than I am.” You dismissed him.

“Please, I insist.” You shook your head.

“Sit in my lap.” Pietro suggested, drawing all eyes towards him.

“That’s a little bold, don’t you think?” You raised an eyebrow.

Pietro had a habit of flirting with you, which usually you didn’t mind, but it wasn’t something you were up to dealing with while you were this dog-tired.

“No funny business, I promise. Just a friend helping a friend out.” He assured you.

“No ulterior motive?” You seemed suspicious.

“Cross my heart.” He drew an ‘x’ over his heart.

You reluctantly hobbled over to where he sat and carefully sat down on his lap, wincing as your body wanted to give out.

“There. Now was that so bad?” He smirked causing you to roll your eyes.

One of the owners came by and took your orders, while the other one double checked that the kitchen was still up to code. Miraculously, it seemed as if the kitchen was the only part in the whole place that was untouched by the battle.

You all silently rested as you waited for your food. After eating for a little while, you all started to regain some energy, lightening the mood a bit. You all began to talk about the battle. The good, the bad, what you could’ve done differently. Somehow you ended up geeking out over each other. 'Did you see Wanda do this’ or 'how about when Thor did that?’ The more you spoke, the more lively you all became.

Pietro excitedly recounted how he took out thirty enemies in ten seconds, his new record. One thing to know about the Sokovian was that when he got excited, he spoke with his hands. As he spoke, you could feel his arms flailing behind your back, which made you snicker. When he finished his story, he absentmindedly rested his hand on your upper thigh, causing your heart rate to increase slightly.

You tried to ignore it, but his touch was ever-present. Because of his super speed, he constantly radiated heat, which lead him to unintentionally ease your pain and relax your muscles. But it wasn’t just the temporary relief he caused that gave you comfort, it was just being in close proximity to him. You liked him and you often flirted back with him, but you were teammates so you never let yourself give in to him. Teammates shouldn’t date, it would be a bad idea. Wouldn’t it?

You slowly moved your opposite hand over to where his sat. He began to apologize before stopping once he realized that you weren’t pushing it away, but were instead holding it. Taking that as a hint that you were in a flirty mood now, he took and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You felt a hitch in your breath, which Piet must’ve noticed because the moment that nobody was looking he began peppering your shoulder and neck with sweet, soft kisses.

When the others looked in your direction next, they pretended not to notice as a blush crept up your neck.

“You know what,” you sighed, “I’m not really feeling well. So, I’m gonna go rest in the Quinjet while you guys finish eating.”

You weren’t fooling anyone, but nobody cared enough to call your bluff. So, you slowly got to your feet and slightly limped to the door.

“Now that you mention it, you don’t look like you’re in very good shape,” Pietro added, “let me help you.”

You nodded and in a flash, he was over to you and was carrying you bridal style before racing off.

“You think that’s just a friend helping another friend out?” Natasha smirked.

“You owe me twenty bucks.” Steve said to a cursing Tony.

sunflowerharold  asked:

Important question: do you think Harry likes small dogs or big dogs and what's his favorite breed

this is a most excellent question, thank you! I have it on good authority that harry loves all kinds of dogs equally and they all love him back just as much! Here’s some #proof and #evidence 

he likes small dogs

big fluffy dogs

dogs he accidentally trips over

and then pets to apologise and ask if they’re OK

he loves much dogs very fluffy all together!!!!

he loves puppies who cuddle up on his lap!!!

and he loves playing with them!!!

he loves dogs who work out with him :P 

and even if he’s awkward with them sometimes, he’s always so gentle ‘cause he loves them all very much!

Twilight Preference - What Dating Them Would Include

Edward Cullen

✮ Being one of the few people that know about his hilarious sense of humour

✮ “Are you purposefully thinking about Emmett shirtless to make me jealous?”

✮ Him being extremely cautious around you because he doesn’t want to scare you away

✮ Him trying to control his jealousy 

✮ Him laughing at your attempts to control your jealousy

✮ Lots of light touches

✮ Having little races and Edward always letting you win, even though you’re not very gracious in victory

✮ Having surprised romantic dates 

✮ The two of you making puns and laughing at each other’s horrible jokes

✮ Loving one another unconditionally 

✮ Getting to listen to him play piano

✮ Ungracefully singing along

✮ The Cullens treating you like family as soon as you meet and if not having an overprotective boyfriend was enough, it was now like having 6 overprotective siblings

✮ Him telling you stories about his life

✮ Making him include dragons in the stories

Embry Call

✮ Having him nuzzle into your neck because he liked to hear you giggle 

✮ Always having someone look at you with such adoration, no matter how bad you looked

✮ Make out sessions practically everywhere

✮ His mum adoring you and trusting you when you promise that he’s okay because he still hasn’t told her about being a werewolf

✮ “I can’t believe you’re my girlfriend.”

✮ Your friends telling you you should bring a jacket but you assure them that you don’t need one because you have Embry - your walking space heater

✮ Trying to have serious conversations with him but he’d just blow raspberries on you

✮ Him always telling you you’re beautiful 

✮ Him believing in you when no one else, including yourself, does

✮ Helping him and other pack members in school catch up with work they missed out on

✮ And letting them copy off your homework that they couldn’t do because they were on patrol which makes you very popular among the pack 

✮ Embry constantly reminding them you’re his girl

✮ Him sneaking through your window for late nights cuddles

✮ Him picking you flowers from your own garden

✮ Him bringing you pine cones from the forest after you tell him it doesn’t count when it comes from your own garden

Emmett Cullen

✮ “You look a lot like my next girlfriend.” “I am your girlfriend, Emmett.” 

✮ Him letting you beat him at arm wrestles because he likes watching seeing you smile and laugh when you do

✮ Bear hugs

✮ Always feeling warm when you cuddle, even though his skin will always be cold

✮ “That’s my girl.”

✮ Being proud of you when you accomplish even the smallest achievements 

✮ Getting piggy back rides whenever you request them

✮ Him getting bored and using your hair to learn how to braid

✮ Both of you cracking up laughing whenever you wear one of his shirts because it basically goes to your feet but you wear it anyway because it’s comfy and smells like him

✮ Emmett wanting a pet but realising that he’ll outlive it and getting sad about it

✮ Telling him he can’t turn a pet into a pet-vampire and he can’t adopt Seth Clearwater as as a pet either

✮ Forehead kisses

✮ His laugh being funnier than the joke

✮ Purposefully holding things above your head to watch you jump for it

✮ Becoming slightly scared of you because you have a look that could kill

Jacob Black

✮ “I’m not certain about a lot of things, (Y/N), but I’m certain about you.”

✮ Talking to him while he fixes up cars and getting flustered when you tell him how well it’s coming along and how impressed you are

✮ Kissing his dorky face when he gets like that

✮ Sharing little smiles and glances at one another 

✮ Being super close with Billy and Jacob’s sisters 

✮ Always being welcome around at his house and making dinner for both him and Billy

✮ Managing to cuddle on his super small bed

✮ The pack constantly teasing you two but secretly being so glad that you found one another and that he imprinted on you

✮ Him constantly worrying about you

✮ Waking up in his arms

✮ Jacob getting you a bracelet and slowly adding charms that he made to it

✮ It becoming a habit of him wrapping his arms around you whenever you’re out in public

✮ Learning to stitch up his clothes that he rips so Billy doesn’t have to go out of his way to buy Jacob new ones

✮ Seeing him shirtless 24/7 and never getting used to how good he looks

✮ Him winking at you when he realises you’re staring

✮ Telling him that if he grows his hair out again then you’re going to style it and braid it. He never grows his hair out again. 

Jasper Hale

✮ Him spoiling you

✮ Having inside jokes 

✮ Him resting his head on top of yours 

✮ Having him just change your mood whenever you’re mad at him

✮ Getting mad at him for doing that

✮ Jasper trying to teach you how to fight but it usually leads to the two of you laughing or making out. Sometimes both. 

✮ Him telling you about his past little by little

✮ Tracing the scars on him with your finger tips

✮ Neither of you questioning your love for one another

✮ Making up games together and changing the rules for your own benefit 

✮ Getting your fingers tangled in his hair

✮ Watching lots of conspiracy theory documentaries together 

✮ Being there for one another

✮ Cheek kisses

✮ Sweet nicknames for one another

Jared Cameron

✮ Going on adventures together 

✮ Him joining you in the shower 

✮ Worrying about him constantly

✮ Him constantly reassuring you that he’ll always be fine

✮ “As long as I have you to come home to, I’ll never get hurt.” 

✮ Stargazing

✮ Him cautiously playing football with you but easing into it after you keep tackling him to the ground and fooling around 

✮ Lots of hugs and affection

✮ Tickle fights

✮ Cuddling together whenever there’s bonfires and being an absolute power couple

✮ Having him there to reach the top shelf for you

✮ “Do you think animals think in the language that they were born into? Do English dogs think in English?” “Oh my god, Jared. Go to sleep.” 

Paul Lahote

✮ Him wrapping his arms around you and distracting you whenever you’re trying to cook

✮ Getting to sit on his lap which is pretty distracting for him

✮ Being very protective of you 

✮ “Today I gave Embry a concussion by accident because he thought about you naked.” “And why was he thinking about me naked?” “Because I was thinking about you naked…” 


✮ Having him love every inch of you

✮ Him saving up his money so he can buy you sweet gifts 

✮ The pack making fun of how whipped he is but hiding behind you because they know he won’t do anything as long as you’re there

✮ Becoming a master cook because Paul is basically a vacuum

✮ Playful wrestling 

✮ Having super fun dates

✮ Being the only person that can make fun of him without him getting angry

✮ His anger getting under control whenever he’s around you

✮ Getting to lay underneath him while he does push ups and kissing him every time he does one 

✮ He could probably do push ups for hours but he just uses it as an excuse to kiss you

Seth Clearwater

✮ Very shy PDA 

✮ Spooning 

✮ Everyone finding your relationship adorable 

✮ Being treated like family

✮ Cheesy pick up lines 

✮ Squeezing each other’s hands for reassurance 

✮ You brightening his always seemingly happy mood 

✮ Long walks together on the beach that always end with the two of you getting soaking wet in the water

✮ Him having you close to his side until you get home to keep you warm 

✮ Nose kisses 

✮ Him calling you “princess”

✮ Him checking on you during patrols and you looking slightly crazy because you wave at a giant wolf in your backyard from your bedroom 

✮ Having movie marathons and him falling asleep with his head on your lap 

✮ Playing with his hair

✮ Giving him back tickles

✮ “You look really pretty today. I mean - you always look pretty but… you look pretty.”

Quil Ateara

✮ Being able to tell when there’s something wrong with one another

✮ Going on walks and him picking flowers and putting them in your hair

✮ Sleepy days together 

✮ Having poke wars and everyone getting confused when one of you suddenly squeals because the other one poked them 

✮ Getting mad at him when you vent to him and he says something like “gurl, don’t I know it”. 

✮ Always laughing together

✮ Sarcasm

✮ Squishing his cheeks

✮ Warm hugs 

✮ Him giving you a ‘puppy dog’ look whenever you’re mad at him

✮ Taking out the garbage and having a giant wolf appear at your side with a grin on it’s face

✮ Deep conversations at 3 in the morning 

✮ Also laughing about everything at 3 in the morning

✮ Getting changed in the morning when you think he’s asleep and hearing, “damn, I’m so lucky. Look at that ass.” 

✮ Throwing the nearest object at his head. 

Iwaoi; Food for thoughts

Since my earlier posts were all on the serious side of things, have some of my personal thoughts on my favourite pairing. Just note that these are all purely my personal opinion on things, it’s not meant to call people out in anyway. Let’s begin shall we?

I can just imagine Iwa getting a little clingy sometimes and nuzzling into Oikawa’s chest for attention; there are days where he yearns Oikawa’s warmth and wants to be doted on once in awhile. I want him casually sitting on Tooru’s lap, resting his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder for support, being really gentle when he is tired; not grumpy like how must people think he’ll be. He isn’t that guy who only threatens to hit Oikawa all the time, he has a soft side, I’m sure of it. Also, I imagine him to be very good with pets and children? Cats love him. Dogs lick him too much. Children fawn over him. And Oikawa thinks it’s really cute? 

I know we have a lot of Iwa being an actual sweetheart and taking care of Oikawa when he’s sick, but why not reverse it? Tooru trying his very best to take care of his small boyfriend, and though he occasionally screws up with the soup or something, Iwa is still grateful and very happy? He worries that Tooru might catch what he has and thus very firm on the idea of no kisses - though he really wants them too. Like come on, why is Tooru always the clingy one? Have some clingy Iwa who gets jealous about Oikawa’s fangirls; Iwa who wants as much attention as he can probably get from his boyfriend. Have Iwa be the one who initiates for kisses, holding of hands, cuddles, flustered sometimes when Tooru gives him surprise kisses and hugs.

Make Iwa the clumsy one; bumping into doors, tripping on his shoelaces, scalding himself with hot water. Swap all these around a little, give stuff you would give to Oikawa to Iwa instead. Make Oikawa the one getting a tattoo, Iwa always tracing it when he feels down or nervous. If not, better, give them matching tattoos. Give Iwa small freckles and moles, being a little insecure about them at times, but Oikawa right there with a weird obsession with kissing them, telling him he’s perfect the way he is. 

Give him days where he can’t keep it in, and he resorts to letting it out through crying - make Oikawa the person who tells him it’s okay, that it’s okay to cry, it’s okay to let it all out. Make Iwa be the one who pushes himself too hard sometimes, Oikawa having to tell him to take care of himself, don’t do things that could hurt himself or try and prove something he did long ago. Just give Iwa some softer headcanons, and Oikawa more badass ones, give them variety and explore. Don’t forget that Iwa isn’t just a gruff character, Oikawa isn’t just a soft, whiny one too. For fuck’s sake, have Iwa be the one upset with Oikawa being late for his date, going back on his promise. Have Oikawa protecting Iwa, hugging him and telling him he’s enough. 

Have Tooru be the one chiding him for questioning his role as ace. Have more Tooru assuring Iwaizumi everything is going to be alright. Have Tooru standing up for Iwa, comforting him with more canoodling in bed. 

Have these two idiots go on dates at the waterpark; compete on who could race down the slide the quickest. The aquarium; seeing a fish and telling the other, “Look, that’s you.”, before proceeding to laugh about it. Have them go to the beach, secretly taking photos of the other, genuinely enjoying themselves. Make them go stargazing, Oikawa telling Iwaizumi he’s prettier than the whole galaxy; even prettier than the aliens. Or even the zoo; their first time feeding a giraffe together.

Give them days where they fight, don’t talk to each other for awhile. Make them make up, having some make-up snuggles. Portray them as an actual couple who have their ups and down, learning how to overcome their problems together.

I don’t know man, but I’ve seen a lot of fanfiction and fanart with Iwa always being the stronger guy, just make him the soft guy for once. Make Oikawa the strong dependable guy he truly is.

Dogs That Don’t Care About Personal Space

Cats have trouble respecting our personal space, but dogs are not much better – when they want your attention, they will TAKE it, even if it means barging into the bathroom or sitting on your face.

I will sit Here!

My friend Malamute thinks he is a Lap Dog.

She was yelling, “Auntie he is squishing me!“ I look back to find him completely content.

When you live just with your wife that must mean that you don’t have to lock the bathroom door, Right? WRONG!

My friend’s puppy just wanted to cuddle. The cat? Not so interested.

My Dad kept griping, “I don’t want a dog!“ This is how I find them napping.

My Great Dane thinks he is a parrot.

Sometimes she has problems recognizing personal space.

No sense of personal space.

No concept of personal space.

cafecliche  asked:

How about some soft hugging headcanons for Viktuuri ❤️

of course, of course we can never have enough of those ❤️

- Viktor is basically the human equivalent of a large breed who thinks they’re a lap dog. If Yuuri is sitting down and his lap is not occupied, it is obviously because Viktor is meant to be there, snuggled up against his chest with his head tucked in the crook of Yuuri’s neck. He’s fought Makkachin for lap privileges more than once. He is not proud. Yuuri once saw an ad for cat hoodies and briefly wondered if he could commission someone to make him one with a husband-sized pouch.

- Yuuri likes hugs for silent confirmation after a bad practice or when anxiety mind is doing its bidding. He doesn’t prefer words in those moments—he knows it’ll all be fine and others telling him so is both unhelpful and mildly condescending—but there is something grounding about Viktor’s arms wrapped around his back and the feeling of his heartbeat against his chest as a reminder that Viktor’s here and he’s not going anywhere and they can overcome it together.

- Viktor’s favorite hug position: laying on the couch with his arms wrapped around Yuuri’s waist and his face pressed into Yuuri’s soft, warm stomach

- Yuuri’s favorite hug position: straddling Viktor’s lap with his head turned into Viktor’s neck

- Yuuri is breathtakingly beautiful at any weight, but Viktor especially enjoys his off-season figure when he’s softer around the edges and his body perfectly melds into Viktor’s when he stops mid skincare routine to pull Yuuri’s warm, freshly showered (not yet dried off) body into his

- Yuuri and Viktor have a nightly ritual of spicing up their post-dinner clean-up with cheesy 80s love songs and even cheesier dancing. It inevitably devolves into one long, swaying hug that makes Yuuri’s affection bubble past the dimensions of his body—a condition that can only be remedied by tightening his arms around Viktor’s waist and lifting him from the floor for as high and long as he can manage.

Viktor is no longer surprised by this maneuver but he squeals and giggles with delight like it’s the first time, every time.

-When Viktor and Yuuri are retired from competitive skating they end up working in the same rink. They are responsible adults and are good at staying on task, but every once in awhile they have to attend “important phone calls” which…is completely just subterfuge for their quick, revitalizing hug sessions. Everyone knows what they’re doing, but Yuuri and Viktor are resident relationship goals and still so obviously in love after ten years of marriage so no one has the heart to call them out for it.

- Viktor and Yuuri take the concept of hugging it out very seriously. Communication is essential to a healthy relationship, but sometimes words are an obstruction to understanding. They’ve hashed things out enough to know that it bugs Yuuri when Viktor walks through the apartment with his shoes on or that it irritates Viktor when Yuuri won’t make up his mind about what he wants for dinner. Those aren’t arguments worth having, but a silent hug communicates everything they already know but sometimes forget in the heat of anger: ‘I’m on your side. I’m here for you. I love you more than you could even fathom, even if you turn down all of my dinner suggestions without ever offering one of your own.’

- “What’s the world record for longest hug?” Viktor’s words are muffled by his face smushed against Yuuri’s chest.

“Uh—” Yuuri pulls his phone out of his back pocket and holds it up behind Viktor’s back—"26 hours.“

“We can beat that.”

Yuuri leans his head back on Viktor’s shoulder. “Easy.”

anonymous asked:

consider: bakugou Really wants a dog, tries to get a huge intimidating one but there was a mix up and the shelter sends him a fat welsh corgi named something like Cupcake and either his parents or his dormmates love it too much to let him send it back

on one hand i think he’s a cat person, on the other hand i can absolutely imagine him trying to get a giant intimidating dog because that’s exactly the kind of person he is

i imagine that he’d end up with an angry little pomeranian with spikey little tuffs of fur. everyone decides to call it Baku Jr. (coined by Tsuyu)

the only time it calms down is when it’s sitting in Bakugou’s lap. everyone in class 1A is incredibly, horribly, unashamedly amused by this. 

Bakugou swears he’ll murder them all one day. he says as Baku Jr. snuggles into his stomach.


(gif not mine, credit to the owner. Btw this is a good ass gif I applaud you)

genre: smut (not in this part, in later parts), fluff, friend!au, skinny dipping

warning: skinny dipping, graphic smut (again in later parts. in the next part you ask? idk, guess you’ll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯), Baekhyun is a fuckin tease just like how he is in real life.

length: idk man pretty long

Authors note: I want to thank you all for all the positive responses I’ve received for cabin, it really means a lot because I literally wrote it just to write it and now you guys are messaging me the nicest stuff so thank you. Btw I kind of changed up my writing style in this one, so instead of the huge block paragraphs everything is spaced out a little better. Anyway, here’s cabin pt. 2, enjoy.

(I didn’t really know what to do with pt.2 so I don’t know if I’m entirely happy with it so if you guys wanna leave requests or ideas for later parts in my ask box it would be awesome because I want to see where you guys want me to take this.)

pt: 2

“So I guess it’s just you and me till Friday.”

It was like every cell in your body started to reek havoc. Friday? That’s another 5 days alone with Baekhyun, not to mention that you had literally just watched him touch himself to the thought of you no longer than 5 minutes ago; and now you would have to spend 5 days trying not to attack him.

“That’s 5 days. What are we going to do for food?”

Baekhyun put his phone down onto the island that stood in the middle of the kitchen, “I guess my mom left us $200 in emergency money, so that should be good enough, right?” The last word left his lips a little shaky.

“Yeah that should be fine.” You started to walk towards the window, trying to hide the fact that your face had turned a bright shade of pink.

You heard Baekhyun take a deep inhale in, and then his footsteps heading in your direction until he was standing right beside you, looking out towards the lake and many trees.

“Is… Is that okay?” Baekhyun questions, “Because if it isn’t then I understand, I can call my mom and tell them to come home immed…”

He was cut off by your words “Baekhyun it’s okay, I promise. I could really use 5 days to get away from my mom’s constant dancing and blabbling and my Dad talking about golf literally 24/7” you giggled turning to see that Baekhyun was laughing along too.

“Yeah and my Mom’s terrible songs she makes up when she’s doing random tasks,” he starts to tap the glass of the window “or how my Dad literally falls asleep everywhere that he sits for more than 10 minutes.” the way he laughs is only making you laugh harder, “and don’t even get me started on my brother’s constant ‘I’m an athlete mom, not a housemaid’.” he says in the deepest voice he can possibly manage. He sighs “Let’s just make these next five days fun.“ he says turning to meet your eyes, and once again you find yourself melting by the sight of his smile, it really is your favorite thing about him.

You turn back to the window, “Agreed.”

Baekhyun stops tapping on the window and puts his hand down, accidentally brushing yours. You fight the chill coursing through your body.

You turn on your heel to head to the various cupboards displayed across the kitchen, “well first we have to figure out what were gonna eat for lunch.” You shuffle through the various canned items.

During your search for at least something that could possibly work to eat, you felt Baekhyun’s hands on your hips behind you, you freeze. He looks over your shoulder as if this was an innocent act.

“Why don’t we have some ravioli?” His grip on your hips loosened till they were no more.

“Yeah…” with shaky hands you grab the two cans “…sure.”

Baekhyun takes a seat at the island, “Is everything okay?” He asks with fake confusion in his face, he knew what he was doing.

“Yeah I’m fine. Uh… do you want orange juice or canada dry?”

“Canada dry is good.” He sits up straight. “So about the room situation…”

You turn to face him.

“I think it’s too cold at night for us to… sleep apart.” You flush at his words.

You turn back around so you could finish making the food, “Yeah, it really was freezing last night.”

“I felt like I was gonna get frostbite.”

“Yeah I could tell, you were strangling me.” you laugh.

“YAH at least you were warm!” he smirks, “You were enjoying the sight too.”

You flush. “Shut up!” You throw an ice cube at him from the freezer.

He throws his arms up in defeat, “Okay okay, you were just strangled… totally not staring at me while I slept.”

You had no words. Glaring, you threw another ice cube at him.

“Hey! Stop that!” He laughs covering his body to block further cubes.

You place the Ravioli in front of him, “Your majesty.” You say with a bow.

“Thank you my humble servant.” Baekhyun says returning your bow.

You two sit at the island. “Weren’t we supposed to have PB&J’s?” Baekhyun asks turning to you.

You laugh “I totally forgot.”

You find yourself laying on the couch, reading Fahrenheit 451. A pouty Baekhyun enters the room, “y/n I’m bored.” He lifts your legs from the couch and sits, placing them in his lap.

‘This little shit’ was all you could really think.

You sat up, legs still in his lap. “Well what would you like to do?”

He pauses, thinking for a second “Hold on.” Baekhyun takes your legs off his lap and stands, placing them back down on the couch, and heads into your shared room. He returns with his portable speaker and stands with his phone in hand, trying to connect it. Out from the speaker blasts Strawberry Afternoons by Lonely Benson.

He holds out his hand, “Dance with me?” he asks with puppy dog eyes.
You sigh, placing your bookmark back in your book and putting it on the table to stand. You take his hand and he starts swinging you, twirling you, and moving all over the cabin with you. You both are laughing as you dance together. Just as Baekhyun goes to twirl you, within an instant both of his feet fly up from beneath him as he lands on his back. You couldn’t contain your laughter and had to get on the floor as you held your stomach, tears streaming from your eyes trying to ask if he was okay through your cackling. Baekhyun groaned but as soon as he saw you he started laughing too. Soon you both were rolling around on the floor laughing so hard it had almost become painful.

“That was” you heave “the funniest thing I’ve seen in a long time.” still on the floor. Your abs and face hurt.

“Shut up.” He smiles, pushing your shoulder.

Brushing some loose strands of hair out of your face You sit up, “What time is it?”

Baekhyun sits up for a brief second to look at the clock on the stove, “2:07am″ he lays back on the floor, massaging his cheeks from the laughter.

You stand, “come on, I wanna show you something.” You put out your hand. Hesitating for only a second, he takes it, allowing you to lead him.

You climb the wooden ladder that leads into the loft, with Baekhyun right behind you “your brother showed this to my sister and I a couple years ago and made us promise not to tell you about it.”

He pouts, “What, why?”

“You were being a quote ‘little asshole’ that day I guess.” You giggle, finally reaching the loft. You head towards the little walk in closet just to the right of the room. Walking inside you look up, a small trap door placed in the middle. You turn to Baekhyun, “give me boost will ya?” Giving him your leg, he cupped his hands and hoisted you up. You grabbed the little latch on the trap door and pulled it down, a wooden staircase falling down with it.

“What the hell” Baekhyun whispered.

You started to go up the stairs, until you climbed into an attic. It was small and smelled of dust and who knows what from over the years. The room was shaped like a triangle with a window to the left and various boxes that covered the floor.

You turned around to see Baekhyun studying the room, “why did you bring me up here?”

As your answer, you opened the window. “You trust me?” he nods, “then come on.”

You climb out of the window. The view is absolutely stunning; the moon shines on the still lake perfectly, and you could see all the lights going down the mountain, lighting up the forest just a bit.

“This is the roof.” Baekhyun states after climbing out the window too.

You nod, “Your brother used to take my sister up here when he had a crush on her Junior year.” You laugh a little, still staring at the scenery around you.

He turns to face you. “What now?”

You sit, and look out, your hands finding the wood beneath you to fiddle with the broken off pieces and Baekhyun takes a seat right next to you, “So tell me about life…” you blink up at him. “You know your favorite things, how life’s going, where you want to travel. You know things like that.” He adds, waiting for some sort of answer.

“Well, life’s pretty good. I’m top 2% at our school and I just got offered a scholarship for Golf from NYC and an Art scholarship from UCLA.”

“Besides focusing on school every second of your life, what do you like to do?” Baekhyun presses. When you look at him, his attention is fully on you, he actually wants to hear about it.

“I don’t know, I uh… I like to draw and paint, and music is sometimes my everything. I really like plants so I care for my garden. And writing, Oh I could write or read, or maybe even both for hours,” you babble “and I really really like to watch movies.”

Baekhyun smiled, “Which movies?”

“I don’t know there’s so many,” You look up at the sky, thinking. “I fall in love with practically every movie I watch. I guess mostly 80′s movies.”

Baekhyun lights up, “Really? Me too!”

You smile at his enthusiasm. “My Dad and I always watch 80′s movies, like hmm… The Karate Kid, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, The Breakfast Club, Rocky 1-a friken million, Full Metal Jacket, Pretty Woman. All those movies.”

“Or The Outsiders, Back to the Future, Pretty in Pink, Ghost Busters, A Christmas Story, The Goonies…” he continues with his eyes closed trying to think. “Oh! or the Princess Bride, Stand By Me.”

“Yes! All those!” You squeal.

Baekhyun smiles and you shiver, half from it being like 15 degrees outside, and from his goddamn smile.

“It’s cold.” You murmur, hugging yourself.

Baekhyun stands, “Hold on, I’ll be right back.” Disappearing into the attic. He reappeared about a minute and a half later with a thick flannel blanket. “It’s the thickest one I could find.” He sits as close to you as he can and wraps the blanket around both of you. You melt into his warmth as you both sit in comfortable silence, looking out at the lake.

“Hey,” Baekhyun breaks the silence. “I just.. Look. I’m sorry for being so mean to you all these years. I know that I was cruel and you don’t have to forgive me, just know that I’m sorry.” He’s looking up at the stars, trying to avoid eye contact.

“Baekhyun,” He looks down at you. “I forgive you. I knew it wasn’t the real you.” You smile sweetly at him, giving him reassuring eyes.

“Thank you.” He says before wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into a hug. “So what kind of music do you like?”

You can see the sky turning different shades of pink and blue, the signs that the sun is about to rise.

“What time is it?” Baekhyun asks, he had his head on your shoulder playing with the fringe at the end of the flannel.

“Erm…” You take your phone out of your pocket. “Approximately 5:43am.” You state, tucking your phone back into it’s previous place.

Baekhyun shifts so he can look at you. “Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

You and Baekhyun had spent hours just talking about life in general, about people, about the world, everything. It was nice to finally see him for him.

“Do you wanna go swimming?”

You look down at him, his head still on your shoulder. “Right now?” he looks at you and nods. “But isn’t the water freezing?”

Baekhyun sits up, “So, it’s freezing all day, what’s the difference? Please please please.” He implored, giving you those puppy eyes again.

You give a long dramatic sigh, “Fine, I guess the sunrise will be beautiful from the water.”

Baekhyun shoots you a toothy grin before grabbing both the blanket and your wrist to drag you downstairs.

As he starts to walk towards the door you stop in confusion, “Wait. Are you not gonna get your trunks?”

Baekhyun turns around, “No” a smirk is played across his face.

Dear god.

You walk out the door and follow Baekhyun as you reach the lake. There’s a small wooden pier that Baekhyun takes you to the end of.

“Do you want to go first?” He asks as you look down at the water.

“Were going in fully clothed?” You ask confused.

Baekhyun looks at you, you watch as his fingers hook underneath the hem of his shirt before he pulls it off. “No, were not going in fully clothed.” And there it is again, that damn smirk that you can’t seem to get away from. Baekhyun continues with his shorts as you watch, frozen. It wasn’t until he was about to pull off his boxers you turn the opposite direction, until you hear a splash. You turn around to see a happy Baekhyun swimming in the light blue water. “Come on y/n, it’s almost sunrise.”

Shit. You start with your shirt, crossing your arms to pull it over your head. You close your eyes praising yourself for deciding to wear a cute bra today. Next you unbuttoned your shorts, pushing them down your legs, kicking them off when they reached your ankles. You turned away from Baekhyun to unhook your bra, letting the straps fall down your arms and then throwing it aside, covering yourself with your right arm. You look behind you to see Baekhyun’s eyes trailing up and down your backside.

“Hey turn around!” You scold, blushing at his intrusion.
When he turns around you pull down your panties and try to slowly ease your way into the ice cold water. It was just shallow enough so you could stand, but also deep enough to cover your chest. As you refocus your gaze, you see Baekhyun turned away from you, looking at the pink sun just now peeking out from behind the trees. The sky was a beautiful mixture of pink, purple, and light oranges. You hike up the courage and swim till you’re standing right beside him.
Suddenly Baekhyun puts an arm around your bare waist, constricting so that you’re close to him, your entire body heating up with something close to embarrassment. His hand travels up and down your side, feeling your skin beneath his touch. You’ve never experienced anything like this before, his touch, the feeling of his flesh pressed against yours is driving you over the edge. As you look down you can see his cock below the water, inviting you to touch, to taste. Your mouth starts to salivate knowing that he can probably see you just as well as you can see him, making you press your legs together as you remember the way his cock looked in his hands yesterday. You blush at the dirty thoughts that flood your mind, at how hard you’re pressing your thigh together. Just as you thought he was going to make a move, he swims in the opposite direction.

Goddamnit he’s such a tease.

“Ah I’ve never felt so free.” Baekhyun dips his head below the water, wetting his hair. “Y/n, this is the best idea I’ve had in ages.”

You start to swim around too, splashing Baekhyun occasionally when he decides to be an ass.

You rush inside going straight to the bathroom so you could peel off your cold wet clothes. You start to panic when you realize you don’t have any extra clothes with you and both towels are currently in the wash.

“Baekhyun.” You peek your head out from behind the door.

He comes out of the room and stands in the hallway, laughing lightly at your appearance.

“Can you bring me some clothes?” You ask trying as hard as you possibly could to not let him catch a glimpse of your body behind the door.

Baekhyun smiles a mischievous smile. “Sure.” He heads into the room and you could feel his smile radiating through you as he entered the hallway and gave you the small wad of clothes in his hand.

“Thanks.” You say high pitched and fast as you close the door almost too fast.
When you unravel the wad of clothes you see that it’s just a large white plain t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. “Are you fucking kidding me.” you whisper to yourself. But its all you’ve got, so you put them on, tugging down the hem of the shirt as you walk out of the bathroom.

When you walk into the room Baekhyun is laying down on the bed, scrolling through something on his phone. When he looks up at you he smiles and opens his arms for you to come and lay down next to him, “C’mon, let’s at least get a couple hours of sleep.” You smile, crossing the room to crawl into bed with him, forgetting entirely about your lack of clothing. Baekhyun wraps his arms and legs around you just as he did the previous night, and you found yourself falling asleep faster than you had anticipated.

You wake up to an empty bed. Grabbing your phone from your nightstand you read 12:57pm. You stretch your limbs and think about the events that took place yesterday and this morning. It’s so crazy how literally a couple days ago Baekhyun was just the guy that hated you, that always made it certain that he didn’t care for you, the guy that you avoided to spare your own feelings.

You’re knocked out of your thoughts by a couple noises coming from the kitchen. You unwrap yourself from all the blankets and go to your suitcase to look for some shorts and a clean bra to put on. When you’re finished dressing you head out to the kitchen where you see Baekhyun sitting peacefully playing on his laptop at the dining room table.

He looks up to see you standing there “hey.” he says, standing to walk towards you. As he reaches you he places both hands on your waist and looks down at you, your face beet red as you stare up at him. Jesus Christ, what’s with him always grabbing your waist if he’s not gonna do anything further.

He smirks and lets go of you, walking into the kitchen to open up the fridge. He pulls out a Canada Dry and a string cheese. Still smirking he turns to face you.
“You know you sleep talk.”

Authors note: Thanks for reading! Please please please, if you have any requests or suggestions for what you want to see in Part 3 please don’t be afraid to leave them in my ask box also with other request for senerios, smuts, drabbles, reactions, etc.

I’ve been asked many times to share some of my deleted scenes from the Raven Cycle. The outtakes. Here’s the thing:

- they do exist. The Dream Thieves is 125k words long, give or take. My outtakes file for it — stuff that I cut out of the draft — is about 150k words long.

- they’re not exciting.

- they are either more boring versions of scenes that are in the book, bits of scenes that were going on for too long, or aborted plot lines. Sometimes they were me just writing my way around in circles while I figured out what I wanted out of life. Bits of book 2 ended up in book 3 and book 1 ended up in book 4, etc. etc. Timelines were always strange — The Dream Thieves used to begin with a prologue where Ronan lost the Camaro to Kavinsky in a drag race, and a lot of the outtakes involve me writing my way out of that. 

That said, here are some bits and bobs from the Dream Thieves outtakes file. Under a cut, because this is a lot of words. Still not even approaching the number of words in the outtakes file. But. A lot of words.

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spacediino  asked:

whatthefuckwhattheFUck ur tags on the hannibal gif set destrOYED me I'm at the store either leave me alone or write the thing (sorry for yelling I love ur blog)

I’m happy you like my tags (linked here) and I have written the thing~

Will does not bring it up. Hannibal, mercifully, has not once tried to broach the subject though Will can see he wants to. If he did, Will would cancel every appointment, quit his job, and really commit to the hermit lifestyle he is practically living, too embarrassed to go on, but Hannibal doesn’t so Will gets to enjoy this aspect to their not quite doctor-patient and not quite whatever-they-are relationship.

They don’t talk about it and that’s good.

It’s Sunday, nearly seven in the morning. Will still has dried mud on his shoes from the crime scene yesterday. He hasn’t slept and he can hear Jack’s voice in his ear, asking for more and only getting from Will a few grunts and a few jumbled sentences that must have made a passable analysis of their killer for Jack to willingly send him back home.

Hannibal looks less surprised than he should with Will–red faced, sweating, dressed in the day before yesterday’s clothes, and unwilling to look him in the eye long enough to see the red in his irides–showing up at his door without calling.

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Purple Jewels (M) | 02

Word Count: 6,730
Member: Jimin x Reader x Jungkook
Genre: Smut, Supernatural, Fluff & Slight angst

Genie!Jimin ⇢ Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Ongoing

When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help. 


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Biscuit | Alfie Solomons

This was just going to be a snippet but i love dogs so much it turned into a full blown essay. Also, I feel like this is the same girl from ‘The Messenger Boy’ imagine.

“Alf… you’ve got a dog.”

“I do love, yeah.” Alfie half mumbled in return with a toothbrush lodged in his mouth. You could smell the peppermint from where you leant in the doorframe. He was half dressed and there was a dog sat to his side turning its head with every movement Alfie made.

“Since when.”

“Oh, ages.”

“Ages? Was he here when I stayed over last?”

“Yeah, love, he was, yeah.”

“Why didn’t I see him?”

“Oh, he comes and goes as he pleases, don’t he.”

“… so he ain’t your dog?”

“No, he is, right. He just lets ‘imself in an’ out.”

You looked at Alfie a little baffled as he leant down to spit out toothpaste and rinse the sink.

“What’s his name then?”


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Oops, My Bad

@umpeters hope you enjoy love. x

A/N: i don’t do smut, so don’t ask || enjoy ♥

Fandom: Disney Descendants

Boy: Carlos De Vil

Word Count: 1,807

Warning(s): Fluff

‘‘You’re lucky you’re a dog, because if you were a human.. Man, I’d take you down.’’

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Celebrate Good Times

You woke up to the constant dings and dongs your house was making. You buried yourself in your bed sheet hoping that whoever was at the door would grow tired of not being answered and would whoosh itself away. Sadly, whoever was ringing your door was too diligent at it and you found yourself stomping towards the door in your nighties.

“Stop! I’m coming already. Sheesh.” You mumble as you sleepily tried to find where your door was.

You checked your monitor and saw a delivery guy holding a bouquet of sunflowers. You squeaked and pried the door open. You signed the delivery form and took the flowers from the guy and said thanks. You were about to close your door when he stopped it from shutting.

“Wait. Don’t you want the others?” he asked.

“What others?” you asked him suspiciously.

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Haikyū!! Youtubers AU #3

Requested by @otayurichild

As I promised, these will be my Matsuhana Youtube headcanons! I had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you enjoy reading it as well. Side note, similar to Iwaoi, these two are openly dating and in fact love expressing their affection towards each other. Let their dankness consume you and assist me with dragging you down into Seijou hell.

Once again, the GIFs have nothing to do with the content but here we go. Enjoy ;)

  • Their Youtube channel is called “TheDankMemes”, they share the channel but occasionally post videos with only one of them inside. They have nearly 8 million subscribers together and share an apartment not far from their friends Iwaizumi and Oikawa, who are also Youtubers.
  • They make crack videos, vines, short skits and mainly pranks on Oikawa and sometimes Iwaizumi. Some of their signature icons are “Makiko” and “Matsuko”, their female counterparts they often dress up as for their skits. This includes very messy make-up and their infamous “Bitch voices”.
  • Makki creating the stuff your mouth with profiteroles challenge. His record is 17 and no one knows how. 
  • Mattsun making Makki straighten his hair for a video and they end up stopping halfway because some of his hair came off and both start screaming at each other. 
  • Their most popular vine is Mattsun filming him waking up to Makki lying on their kitchen countertop saying “It’s me Mario” with spaghetti all over his body.
  • They prank each other often. Some of Makki’s pranks against Mattsun include, replacing all the Oreo cream with toothpaste and then giving it to him, cream to his face when he was asleep, adding a ketchup sachet to the end of his straw in his drink, pulling his pants down in public, and dying his hair while he naps. Mattsun’s pranks against Makki include, hiding all his underwear in the washing machine, replacing his shampoo with washing detergent, snipping off a little of his hair, classic sharpie on face, and going in for a kiss but dabbing instead.
  • They have two huskies and a loud-ass parrot called Carrot. Carrot is an African grey and not only did they teach Carrot how to say “Savage”, “Fuck me up” and “You just got rick rolled.” They had played the sound of silence to him for two months and now he can sing the entire goddamn song in the most irritating voice one can imagine.
  • One of their huskies is called Salt and the other is called Pepper. Salt is unironically a pure black Siberian Husky while Pepper is on the other hand Snow white. Oikawa and Iwaizumi can never understand why they did that but they can’t deny it’s hilarious because people look so confused when they tell them their names. New fans always think they mixed it up by accident.
  • Carrot will bite people’s hair, and he will not let go until Mattsun or Makki say “You have been granted permission by the lord to release the abomination” Sometimes, depending on who, they’ll prolong each word to see the person suffer. The funny thing is that he only does it to Oikawa, or anyone else he deems unworthy.
  • Salt and Pepper have followed their parents ways and have been taught to annoy Oikawa at all given chances. Makki and Mattsun are upset because sometimes they think their dogs like Oikawa and Iwaizumi more than they like them. Little do they know Oikawa bribes them with bread.
  • They have a pool and they often vlog themselves in it with Oikawa and Iwaizumi as well. Once, they caught Iwa sitting on Oikawa’s lap in the pool laughing about something, when they realised, Iwa started splashing them asking them to fuck off: in a laughing manner of course.
  • Throwback to that one time these two caught Iwaoi kissing at a party after Vidcon. Also, interviewing the famous Parkour Youtubers, Bokuto and Kuroo, about ducks. Bokuto somehow ended up talking about owls.
  • Crashing Iwaoi’s place all the time only to find them making out on the couch or in each other’s pant. They nope the fuck out and slam the door every single time.
  • Huge avid fans of Marvel and DC, they often though their take on some of their favourite scenes. Makki is Marvel person and Mattsun a DC fan. Makki has a thing for Hawkeye and the winter Soldier, and Mattsun a thing for Constantine. 
  • Livestreams are done in their bed together and no one really question why, most of the time they end up in some sort of kissing or pillow fight and fans are just chill with it.
  • They do a draw my life and end up continuously drawing on each other’s boards. So apparently Makki grew up in Dickland while Mattsun in Nuttington.
  • Calling each other really cheesy pet names and Iwaizumi is just like, “Can you please stop.Oikawa smirking and doing the same and Iwa just dropkicks the three of them at once.
  • Trying to outgay Oikawa, Oikawa refusing to lose. Iwa needs a medal for putting up with their shit. 
  • They helped Oikawa with his proposal, though most of the time it’s just them teasing the brunette. 
  • They’re the best men at Iwaoi’s wedding.

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So this came from an assortment of prompts about Dany and Ghost bonding (which is also why it took so long to put together): @loliliana , @xnotadamselindistress , and @blood-of-tha-dragon . The last third of it was inspired extensively by this adorable headcanon from @mhysaofdragons that I couldn’t get out of my head-I hope you don’t mind, love! It fit so well into the story! 

“Keep your shield up, Alden. You won’t kill a White Walker if it goes for your weak side first.”

After making sure that Alden was no longer doing more harm to himself than he was to the White Walker, Jon took a moment to survey the rest of his new recruits, wiping a fine sheet of sweat from his forehead even though the outdoor courtyard was covered in snow. They were all summer boys (and girls), most younger than he was-some not yet of age.

Alden was only ten-and-two. Most had never swung a sword in their lives, though they were giving it their all. He and some of his other bannermen had been taking charge of training them in their spare time-and while they were quickly making progress, Jon wasn’t sure it would be enough even with dragonglass weapons.

Just then he heard someone laughing. He turned, thinking it was a pair of children he’d have to gently reprimand, only to find Dany on top of the castle ramparts where she’d taken to watching them train. He had to do a double take; Ghost was practically sitting on top of Dany’s feet, half asleep, mouth hanging open slightly as Dany scratched behind his ears. For a minute he felt almost jealous; Ghost hadn’t been that affectionate towards him since he was a puppy.

He went to join her, standing under the battlements and looking up. “Aren’t you supposed to be in a meeting?”

“Not currently. Lord Tyrion thought-and I agreed-that we all need a break.” They’d been working nonstop for weeks now and he knew it was only a matter of time before someone had a burnout, since they were all functioning on only a few hours of sleep a night. “And your dog wouldn’t leave me alone.”

Traitor. “He’s not a dog. He’s a wolf. I’ve never seen him take to someone like that.”

She shrugged. “Well, it’s only fair. Rhaegal took so well to you.” She scratched Ghost in the soft fur under his chin, the way Jon did sometimes, and the wolf closed his eyes in pure bliss. “You know, we have an hour or so before anyone thinks to look for us…”

He knew what she would ask next-and as much as he knew they shouldn’t he could already feel himself going hard at the thought. “Your Grace, are you insinuating-”

“Would you be offended if I was?”

“Of course not.” He told Lord Glover that he had pressing matters to discuss with the Queen and made his way up to the battlements, casting off his heavy outer jacket as he made his way upstairs.

They met in an upstairs hallway, far removed from the noise and clamor of the outdoors. They selected a room at random (after checking to be sure it really was empty; emotions seemed to be running high now that death seemed certain and it wasn’t uncommon to walk in on a couple that seemed intent on fucking to death rather than freezing) and bolted the door behind them; once again, Jon was thankful that Winterfell’s walls were so thick.

“It’s been a while,” she said, sitting down on the edge of the bed and pulling off her boots. “I hope your talent hasn’t gotten rusty, Lord Snow.”

His hands fumbled with the buttons of his coat (not for the first time, he thought that there were too many). “Don’t worry, Your Grace. I’m sure that you’ll be more than satisfied.”


Jon thought that would be the end of it-but Ghost wouldn’t leave the Southron queen alone. The wolf waited outside her door every morning, sat next to her at mealtimes, and followed her to her solar until she closed the door in his face. 

“He likes me more than he likes you,” Dany said one day when she was watching the new recruits train, sitting on a bench outside the makeshift training yard. Ghost was lying next to her and she pet him absently behind his ears; he didn’t say anything but Jon saw his tail twitch with pleasure. 

“You must be feeding him behind my back.” Not that Ghost wasn’t still a traitor; honestly, Jon had been the one who had fed and raised him since he was a puppy but he suddenly decided that Dany was his favorite person? In what world was that fair? 

“I’m not. I promise. I’m busy enough without worrying about your dog. He always smells like snow.” Dany couldn’t stand snow. She was always making excuses to avoid it whenever she could. Even so, there was a hint of tenderness in her voice that made him think that she didn’t mind the dog quite as much as she said she did. 

His suspicions were confirmed one night when he went up to find her solar door open. She sat behind the oak table in the center of the room, reading a book bound in gold with one hand and stroking Ghost’s head with the other. The direwolf had his head lying in her lap, eyes closed sleepily; when Jon entered the room, his eyes flickered open and he thumped his tail against the ground once or twice but he didn’t stir. 

“He was whining,” Dany said, not looking up from her book. “I couldn’t just leave him outside forever.”

And just like that, Jon knew that the wolf had managed to make her fall in love with him too. 

But he started spending extra time with Rhaegal in the evenings, sometimes even going so far as to ride him to Torrhen’s Square and back. Not to make them jealous. 

Or maybe just a little bit. 


But the final straw came when Ghost started sneaking into the bed at night. 

His sense of timing was uncanny; as soon as Jon and Dany were (finally) finished with all of their meetings and went to bed, he’d gently nose the door open and sneak into the room. He wasn’t subtle about it either; he liked to sleep right between Jon and Dany, taking up as much space as he possibly could for ultimate comfort.

And he snored. Jon was mostly used to it by now, but Dany couldn’t stand it; she complained that he kept her up all night and woke with fur in her mouth. They tried shutting the door but he would sit outside the door and whine and scratch until they finally let him in just to shut him up. A couple of times they tried shutting him out of the castle, but he howled for hours and hours until everyone in Winterfell woke up. 

Jon tried to get Ghost to sleep at the foot of the bed instead, but Ghost would have none of it; he would pretend not to understand what Jon meant and move back to his original position as soon as Jon’s back was turned. 

Finally they just had to acquiesce. Although Jon had to admit that sometimes, when the temperature got so cold that the ice in the wells froze through and even a roaring fire in the fireplace couldn’t warm them, it was good to have an extra body in the bed for heat. 

Once or twice, when he woke up before Dany, he saw her sleeping with her arms around Ghost like he was a stuffed toy. The direwolf lay still, eyes closed, enjoying every minute of it. 

“We need to do something about that dog,” Dany said one night, even as she rubbed Ghost’s belly absentmindedly. “I miss sleeping next to you.”

“We do sleep next to each other.”

“It’s not the same.” 

“He’s not a dog.”

“He doesn’t act like any wolf I’ve ever met.”

“How many wolves are there in the deserts of Essos?”

She pretended to turn away from him, but she wasn’t really angry; he could tell by the way her shoulders weren’t tensely set. “I mean it, Jon. I can’t sleep.”

He sighed. “Can’t you just get used to it?”

“Once he tried to lick me in the middle of the night.”

It must be awful to be so loved. “Can you go to sleep? He can’t bother you when you’re asleep.”

She was quiet for a while-so long that he thought she’d managed to fall back to sleep. “It takes me a long time to go to sleep these days.”

Then we’ll have to change that.”

From then on he devoted all of his time and energy to making sure that by the time they entered the bedchamber at night she was so tired she could barely stand. He didn’t just use sex (although he certainly wasn’t opposed to it); he took her for walks on the ramparts, talked with her long into the night in the godswood, and even went for dragon rides once or twice. By the time he blew out the candle next to their bed she was almost always on the edge of unconsciousness-and then he let Ghost in. 

He always felt unduly smug when he knew he was the only one still awake; he’d managed to satisfy both his lover and his wolf. And they say that ice and fire can’t get along. 

One night a week Ghost would go hunting and wouldn’t sleep with them at all, so he still had that opportunity to wake up with Dany in his arms. But he was surprised to find that he didn’t mind sharing all that much; the more Ghost annoyed him, the more he got used to it. Sometimes he even missed his direwolf on the nights he was gone. 

Though he didn’t in the mornings, when his clothing wasn’t covered in white fur. 

It was unconventional, but they made it work. Which was a good metaphor for their entire relationship, really.  

I have another prompt or two that involves Ghost, I just thought they’d be better as their own oneshots. 

In case you didn’t already hear, I’m not accepting requests for the time being because I am currently 26 prompts in the hole and I want to get a few more done before I accept more. I’m sure you understand; everyone’s will get written though, I can promise you that. 

However, prompts are here if you want to request something when they’re open again. Should only be a few days

Originally posted by gimmebuckysloveorelse

Originally posted by bigpointyears

You stared out of the window from your bed, laying under the sheets and watching as the sun rises. For a dismal day it was going to be sunny, apart of you wished it would rain for the weather to convey your emotions.

The pattering of paws pulled you from the window to the doorway. Mongo, your white German shepherd, stood with his tail wagging. You smiled as he slowly walked over to your side of the bed, you slowly petted his head. Fingers weaving in his soft but corse fur. You watched as he slowly and with difficulty jumped onto the bed. His joints were achy, stiff and in pain, yet he still insisted jumping on the bed and going for walks.

You watched as he slotted himself between you and Sebastian, his cold nose pressing against your bare forearm. You had gotten Mongo eleven years ago, you did everything together; eat at the same time, sleep at the same time, go for walks and even watch TV together. Yet, you have to continue without him.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Sebastian’s voice pulled you back to Earth. Your crying had woken him up, “we talked about this. He’s in pain and it’s for the best.”

You nodded watching as Sebastian scratched Mongo’s neck. “It still hurts.” He nods lightly, “when I got him, I didn’t think of this day. He’s my family, Seb. My best friend, my child, and now I got to carry on without him.” You cry wiping the tears with the comforter. “He’s been there through everything; every break up, when I got fired, when I got the job, he was there when I met you. How am I meant to start over? I’m not ready for this.” You cried harder gaining the attention of Mongo, who sat up and began licking at your hands that covered your face.

You spent most of the morning in Sebastian’s arms as you cried and hugging Mongo tightly.

On the way to the vets, Sebastian stops at Mongo favourite park, helping him out before leading you to your usual bench; the bench Sebastian tripped over Mongo and ultimately meeting you.

You watched as Mongo walked to the grass field, instead of running around and chasing squirrels or playing with the other dogs, he sat down. He watched the joggers jog past, he wagged his tail as kids got friendly or people walked past, he didn’t move from the spot in the middle of the field. You frowned as you looked at him, his slow demise would have been obvious to everyone, except you.

You felt like a bad owner for keeping him in pain. A few months ago he would have been chasing squirrels and joggers, playing with other dogs and playing fetch. Now he’s opting for watching instead of playing.

“I’ve been a good owner to him… haven’t I?” You turn to Sebastian, eyes wide and glassy, you looked so vulnerable and broken.

Seb nods. “The best. He loves you, I think more than I do, which would be impossible but not with him. You’ve done the best you could, he’s old, Y/N; medicines were just prolonging the inevitable.”

You both turn back to Mongo who is slowly walking back over to you. The sun shining on his white fur making him look heavenly, his pink tongue dangling out of his mouth. He gently rests his head on Sebs knee, a silent request to leave now.

You hold back any tears. “He’s ready.”

The car ride to the vets is silent. The waiting room is torture, you sit and watch other owners with their pets, knowing they’d be leaving with them. Sebastian lightly scratched behind Mongo’s left ear, smiling as Mongo places a paw on his knee and then the other, he hugs around Mongo’s neck lightly chuckling at the big oaf. He whispers something to Mongo, causing Mongo to let out a strained ‘woof’. Tina, your vet, calls you in and gives you a hug.

She tells you the procedure as Sebastian lifts Mongo onto the table, instantly laying down and resting his head on his paws, yawning as he did so. The explanation falls on deaf ears as you stroke Mongo, smiling as he wags his tail with little strength; almost as if he knows this is his last moments to do so.

“You’re a good boy, Mongo.” You kneel down, kissing his face and continue to remind him of that, even after he’s gone. Sebastian gently takes a hold of you, stroking your hair as Tina leaves you for a few minutes.

“Why aren’t you crying?” You cry into his chest, Sebastian sighs and smiles.

“Because I promised Mongo that I’d be strong for you, he doesn’t need me crying over him too, you’re feeling more than enough for the both of us.” Sebastian deals with the paper work for you, cremation papers and even offers to pick up his ashes tomorrow when they’ll be ready.

The drive home was silent except for your small sniffs and cries. You still wondered why Sebastian hadn’t cried, not that you expected him to but he adored Mongo, Mongo absolutely adored Sebastian back.


“Sebastian?” You frown as you walk into the bedroom that night. He’s sat on the floor, head in his hands and holding the red leash, he looks up and his eyes are glassy with tears and cheeks red. “Oh, Sebby.” You sit beside him, wrapping your arms around him.

“I accidentally filled up his dog dish,” he mutters between sobs into your neck. “He always comes to the sound of food, I was so confused.”

You hold him in silence, running your fingers through his hair. “He adored you, Sebastian. It’s okay to cry, I’m here, it’s okay.” You hold back your own, sitting in his lap now, trying to calm down your boyfriend.

Sebastian had finally calmed down enough to get into bed. “Sometimes, I think, he meant for me to trip over him. It sounds stupid but… I think, he knew or something. I’m gonna miss him,” he sighed gently.

“What did you say to Mongo?” You asked you laid side by side, facing one another, you were also both still crying and not wanting to sleep.

“Just guy things,” Sebastian shrugged and you chuckled. “I told him I loved him too. Realised I haven’t been saying it to him this past week, I was spending my time trying to be strong for you, I forgot to emote to him that I loved him. Didn’t want him to go without me saying that,” you started to cry again. “This is why I whispered it to him.” He chuckled, pulling you to him and kissing your forehead.

(Okay. I’m so sorry. I had to get this off of me, I’ve been a mess and crying all day. I had to put my nana dog down, Rhino (I know laugh. He’s an English Bulldog.), he was six and my mum tried to but she couldn’t. It was the worst experience ever. I never want to do that again. Again, I’m sorry.- Rosalie)

Full Circle (Friends)

Summary: (College!AU) In which your relationship with Steve comes full circle when you go from being strangers to friends to lovers and back to strangers again.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1,764

A/N: For @viollettes​, my forever love.

Originally posted by mackievanstan

“Why are Thursdays so long?”

You look up from your homework just in time to watch Steve unceremoniously collapse in the seat next to yours. He puts his head down on the table and sighs loud enough for some of the people in the study lounge to turn and look at him.

“Thursdays aren’t that long,” you reply, accepting that your homework needs to momentarily be put on the back burner now that he’s here. “They just feel that way because you crammed as many classes as possible in one day to avoid Friday classes.”

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