hidden safe

So imagine after the war, Draco’s friends are thinking okay, Draco was only obsessed with Harry Potter because they were arch enemies but everything will go back to normal now. And then eighth year starts and nothing changes?

Draco is still staring at Harry Potter over the other side of the Great Hall, at breakfast, at lunch and at dinner. He still talks about how the great Harry Potter gets this or the boy who lived gets that. And the Slytherin are like ??? Why are you still obsessed with Harry? And Draco’s like ??? I’m not. We’re enemies remember? And his friends have to tell him no not anymore. You’re on the same side.

So Draco’s very confused for a while, not sure how he should be acting. And then he realises, even though he no longer hates Potter’s guts, he still wants to stare at him every meal. He still wants to find excuses to talk about him to his friends. He still wants to make snarky comments to Potter every class…but only because it’s the only time he gets to talk to him.

Despite all the warnings, it still hits Draco way too abruptly when he realises he’s in love with Harry Potter. He’s in the middle of a potions double when his eyes, completely of their own accord, latch on to Potter turning his head and laughing at something the Weasel said. Draco stares and stares as the realisation washes over him. He keeps staring even long after Potter has turned his head back to the front of the class and all he can see is messy black hair.

Pansy works it out first. Even before Draco’s potions epiphany. Although for once she understands the importance of keeping her mouth shut. So when Draco comes to her with his revelation, she is not at all surprised. And she is here to help. She convinces Draco to cool it with the snarky comments and work up the courage to actually talk to Potter.

And so - with plenty of encouragement - Draco does. At first it’s just small things like asking Potter for a spare quill in class, or saying excuse me politely as they pass rather than pushing into Potter. And then one day Draco works up the courage to say good morning to Potter when he runs into him in the Great Hall during breakfast. And Potter says good morning right back, albeit with a puzzled expression on his face.

Soon, Potter no longer looks puzzled. When Draco greets him, he returns the sentiment with a smile, that seems to grow with each day. It’s that smile which gives Draco the push he needs to approach Potter in the library one night and ask if he might like to share his table. An enthusiastic yes from Potter lights a small spark of hope in Draco’s pining heart.

Studying together becomes a habit most nights. It starts off silently, Draco happy to share his space with Potter but too nervous to think of anything further to say past a simple greeting. Thankfully one day it’s Potter who starts the first conversation. It’s one of those awkward small talk type conversations about the weather but it leads in to an animated discussion of Quidditch that keeps them talking well into the night, ignoring several reprimands from Madam Prince for being too loud in the library.

And so Draco and Harry - he’s no longer Potter - become friends. And Draco’s happy. Happier than he’s been in a long time. And his friends know. Not just Pansy. All the Slytherins. It’s obvious. Because despite spending most of his free time hanging out with Harry Potter, and professing to have no remaining hate for him at all, Draco still stares at him across the Great Hall, at breakfast, at lunch and at dinner.

And so Slytherins, being Slytherins, begin planning, with Pansy at the lead of course. They already know how Draco feels, they only need to get Harry Potter to realise his own feelings too, which they suspect match Draco’s. Because he might have his head down in the Great Hall but they’ve seen Harry stare at Draco during Quidditch games for far longer than strictly necessary.

And so they do something that Draco would completely disapprove of, solely for Draco’s own good. When they know Harry will be walking by the Quidditch lockers after a Gryffindor practice, they plant two of their own at a nearby bench and have them talking far louder than normal conversation requires.

“It’s really rather embarrassing. Draco’s been pining for ages. I’ve never seen anyone who had it so bad.”

“But who do you mean? I’ve only seen him hanging out with Potter.”

“Exactly. Potter. It’s tragic isn’t it? He’s in love with the boy who lived. He should probably queue up like all the other groupies just to get his autograph.”

While the two younger Slytherins continue their staged and poorly acted performance, (Pansy will have words with them later) Pansy, safely hidden with a disillusionment charm, watches Potter’s reaction closely and is not displeased. At the sound of Draco’s name, Potter stops immediately to eavesdrop which is telling in itself. When his own name comes into play, a blush creeps slowly up his face. And when Draco’s love for him is revealed, an involuntary smile appears on Harry’s face very very quickly. Pansy knows now they only have to wait.

Sure enough, at dinner that night, Harry Potter makes his move. Always one for dramatics, he walks right up to the Slytherin table and plants a short but deliberate kiss square on Draco’s face before Pansy even has time to let out a wolf whistle.

Draco sits there, mouth agape, pale face not so pale for once, until another Slytherin gives him a nudge on the shoulder. He looks up and blinks at Harry Potter who is smiling down at him. Once more Harry’s smile brings him courage. He stands up to meet Harry, conscious of every eye in the Great Hall on him, and kisses Harry Potter right back.

And it’s the Slytherins who lead the cheers that erupt across the Great Hall. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. At last.

I had a dream where I was watching an alternate version of the movie Moana.

Moana’s island was a more advanced civilization and had ancient looking towers on it. People were still not allowed to leave, but Moana’s dad was a much more tyrannical leader who would punish those who attempted. He was the only one with the ability to sail, because he could control a magical manta ray he enslaved to be the engine of his ship.

Moana was curious about stuff, and wanted to explore some of the ancient ruins on her island and the outside world, especially the top floor of the tallest tower, the one she wasn’t allowed to visit.

One day, an explorer from another island appeared, and she kept him hidden and safe from her dad, knowing he would kill him or force him back into the sea. The explorer convinced Moana to come with him to explore the tower. They go through the different floors, discovering secrets and avoiding traps, until they reach the top floor.

There they discover Maui, who was trapped there for a thousand years. Maui attempted to leave the island a thousand years ago along with a bunch of kids, but was captured by Moana’s ancestor. Since he was a Demigod, and couldn’t be killed, Moana’s ancestor opted to trap him at the top of the tower along with all the kids.

A thousand years later, he is still there, helping raise the descendants of the kids who were trapped there with him, who developed a small society. The explorer wants to help free Maui and the people who live at the top of the tower, but Moana is afraid of her dad. Maui sings a song to her to help convince her to stand up to him.

And that’s where the dream ended.

Chapter 3

《WARNING: LONGER POST》

So I was talking to my friend about what she believes about this and I think i know how I think it’ll play out.

I think it was Dark. And this is his origin story.

He could be a demon living in the shadows of the house. Damien said this about shadows:

Dark could’ve possessed any of the guests at the party since we were all drunk and wouldn’t have been able to notice his aura in the trippy lights.

I for sure think Damien was talking about Dark. I also think that when we heard the ringing in the seance it was also him, and even the “keep your enemies close” quote resurfacing a couple of times makes me believe it’s him. I also think we will have to exorcise Selene, which then releases Dark and he possesses Damien.

This could go a few ways in my opinion.

  1. Dark would offer a trade of sorts: Damien for Mark. Whether it be Damien’s life or soul I’m not sure. But this is my top theory.
  2. Dark will have a game in place for Mark or Damien’s lives, this is where I was thinking the choose your own adventure comes in. I say Mark will be brought back to help us, thought his memory is foggy. A puzzle will be put throughout the house to find who did it, how they did it, and why. If you get through the choices correctly, both might be sparred. If you follow the path of videos almost the correct way, but it’s still wrong, Damien or Mark might die/stay dead. If you get them all wrong, then they both die.
  3. It could be a FNAF thing, where he possesses the others and you are hidden in a safe room in the cellar. The Little Buddy as your cameras will help you stay hidden and safe.

This is just how I think it will run down. I think Dark possessed the guests when they were all drunk and each one played a part in Mark’s murder.

The chef could’ve stabbed him 37 times.

The butler could’ve poisoned his drink.

Damien could’ve beaten him with his staff.

The Colonel could’ve strangled him

{Evidence} Since we were drunk, we could’ve seen the Colonel strangling the detective but it could’ve actually been Mark

Abe, or the detective could’ve shot him.

I’m not sure who would’ve drowned him though.

@ego-protection-squad

@fear-is-nameless

Always feel free to add on or ignore this blah blah blah

I always felt like loving you, quietly, softly,

Breathing sonnets into your ears and spending hours trying to understand whether galaxies had their own kind of music, quiet and unheard amongst humans
But deafening and roaring amongst themselves.

I wonder what the galaxies sing about.
About their own wondrous beauty? Like a technicolor dream or maybe of the terrifying secrets that swirl within the fatal gasses and debris, that could kill human race with one hit.

I wonder what the stars whisper about amongst themselves, twinkling away gently.
Do they talk about us?
About how they are watching over us?
Or perhaps about the star crossed lovers, going through a rough patch.

Or maybe the stars that decided to align for the star crossed lovers.

Do they wonder about us like we wonder about them?

I wonder what the black holes, swirling mysteriously in our own galaxy whisper about.
They don’t actually. They are silent.
Perhaps they are the place where every scream goes to die, where every dream goes to break, where every heart goes to be broken,

And you know that saying about how silence is the loudest scream.

Is it safe to say all my thoughts, the ones I’ve hidden deep into the folds of my mind, are in a black hole somewhere, safely hidden from any prying human eyes, as if to protect me from mind readers?

What do the planets talk about?

Do they even talk to each other or are they like sour neighbors after an unfortunate July 4th incident?


I wonder if loving you is like loving the entire universe,

Every inch, every fold, each and every single fragment,
Every star, every planet, every particle of stardust that ever existed and is yet to exist

And the moment I started to question it was the moment I realized that I did.

And I hoped with all my heart that you did too.

—  thewriterthatnobodynoticed, loving you was like loving the universe// 15:59 on a very hot summery day; I need to go home
Reggie x Reader: Fingers and thumbs, baby.

So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)

The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.

Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.

Originally posted by ivanxna

Morning, pup. Picking you up.

You nearly jumped from your bed when you saw Reggie’s text fifteen minutes ago. You need to get ready and you need to do it fast because God forbid you make Reggie wait. Reggie Mantle never waits.

After the quickest shower of your life you quickly ran to the kitchen where you saw your mom preparing your breakfast and … a packed lunch? Jesus Christ.

“Uh, mom. What’s this?”

“Your lunch.” she muttered simply as if she wasn’t murdering her daughter’s social life. 

“I’m a senior.”

“I’m your mom. And you know, I don’t want you eating those trash your cafeteria calls food.” she said handing out the bag to you. “And i’m still creating your lunch until you graduate, sweetie, so get used to it.

“But mooom” You were cut off when you heard two familiar honks from outside. You give your mom a pleading look.

“(Y/N) you are not leaving this house without your lunch.” Clerly, it didn’t work.

“But–”

Another two successive honks.

“Fine! Fine!” you quickly shoved the paper bag in your backpack before giving your mom a peck on the cheeks.

“Love ya! Tell Reggie I said hi!” your mom screamed which you responded with a flying kiss directed to her general direction.

“Hey Reg.” You greeted as you went inside Reggie’s car. “Do me a favor and eat this.”

“Oooh, is this your packed lunch, pup?”

“I will murder your sorry–”

“Okay, I get it.” Reggie cut you off, taking the sandwich from the bag and giving it one huge bite. “Good morning to me.” Reggie moaned in delight. “Thank you mama (Y/L/N).”

“Just drive, you moron.” you chuckled.

Your eyes ran around the buildings they passed through when you heard a buzz from Reggie’s phone that was situated in a small compartment between you two.

“(Y/N/N), can you read that for me.”

“That’s probably from Geraldine.” you deadpanned which, in your language, is a no.

“Please?”

“I do not want to see another picture of a naked woman at 8 o'clock, Reg. It’s too early for that shit.”

Reggie barked out a laugh. “Well, it’s either that or risking an accident, pup. And may I remind you that it was you who kept reminding me that I should never text and drive.”

Anybody who wasn’t Reggie would’ve been ready to cower at your stare but this was Reggie  were talking about. The Reggie that has been the subject of this stare since you were five so it was like an ant bite for him.

“I created a monster.” you sighed.

“Shut up you know you love me.”

“And so does Sandra,” you said as you read another gruesome text from another one night stand. “Thanking you for a wonderful night– nope scratch that, nights. With a photo where she is covered in very familiar sheets in a very familiar bedroom.”

“Well, i’m not Mantle the Magnificent for nothing.” Reggie gave you a wink. “And I thought she was Sarah.”

“You are nasty!” You punched Reggie in his arms which resulted to a (fake) protest from Reggie. They both knew even if you punched him in full of force it would barely tickle your 6 footer bestfriend. “I sleep on that bed, Reg, what the hell!”

“Don’t worry, (Y/N/N), You’re still the only girl in my life.” Reggie chuckled but not before giving you a wink. “And, I replace the sheets every time you sleepover so you can go back to loving me now.”

You huffed, crossing your arms. “Oh c'mon pup, i’m sorry?”

You looked away, knowing if Reggie pulled out the big guns, his puppy eyes, you wouldn’t be able to say no.

“Fine,” Reggie sighed. “I, Reggie Mantle, solemnly swear, that no other girl besides my darling (Y/N) will have the opportunity to sleep in my humble berth.”

(Y/N) smiled at your bestfriend. God, he is a moron.

You can love me now. Heey, heeeeey.” Reggie said, glancing every few seconds in your direction.

“Promise?” You meekly asked. Reggie smirked before offering his pinky. (Y/N) crossed their pinky’s together before pushing their fist and thumbs together, their childish yet unforgotten seal which was yet to be broken.

“Fine-fine, I love you again.”

“Thank God, whatever will I do if I hadn’t gained your affections, m'lady.”

“Crash and burn?” You offered.

“Probably.” You both laughed from the truth in your silly jokes.

“What should I reply?” You asked after a few seconds of silence.

“This is why I love you, pup.”


“Yo Reg!” Reggie heard the muffled shout of Moose as he got out of The car. Moose was together with some of his football buddies that were as intimidating as they looked. Reggie gave them a nod before opening the door for you.

“Sup man.” A couple of greetings were exchanged between Reggie and his teammates while you were hidden safely behind his back, as usual. Aside from when you are with Reggie or any of your carefully chosen friends, you rarely speak. A switch inside you named “everybody-is-a-waste-of-my-time” suddenly clicks and you just go mute which the whole world seems to translate as you being shy.

“Hey bud.” you heard a deep voice from you back. You gave Moose, Reggie’s bestfriend and one of your oldest friends a hug which was followed by Archie, another one of those who got Reggie’s favor when it comes to making sure you are protected from the hells of high school.

Being a silent loner has always had some disadvantages and Reggie always made sure to obliterate those disadvantages at sight, with the help of Archie and Moose from time to time.

“You coming to the game, (Y/N)?” Archie asked you even though you both already knew the answer. Reggie would not allow you to miss a single game of his.

“Yup, Reggie got me tickets.” You barely whispered but apparently it was loud enough for one of their other teammates to hear.

“Oooh nice. Cheer for me will ya?” An unfamiliar face suddenly spoke getting a little close to your personal space that was immediately stopped by Reggie, Archie, and Moose’s hands that automatically went out to protect their (Y/N).

“Watch it, newbie.” Moose warned as the boy raised his hands up.

“Boys,” You warned placing your hands in Reggie’s and Moose’s arms to stop them from making further damage.

“Was just try'na be friendly.” The newbie tried to defend himself.

“Well, start getting the memo. She’s off limits.” Reggie barked back. “Andrews, you got Geometry with (Y/N/N) right?”

“Yeah, yeah got it.” he said taking your book from your hands. “Let’s go bud.”

You nodded before giving Reggie a pat on the waist as a silent goodbye and a silent “please don’t murder the new kid”.

“See you later, pup.”


“Are you crazy?!” Smith nearly screamed at the freshman when Reggie went with Moose to talk to their coach about the new play. “You must have a death wish, I swear—“

“What? It’s not like I asked her–”

“You do not talk to (Y/N), ever. That’s like one of the ten commandments of this school!”

“What? Is she Mantle’s girl?”

“No, she’s more.” Smith scoffed. “Fuck with Mantle’s girls and he might give you a beating of your life but touch his (Y/N) and he’d probably murder you if you haven’t been chopped off by Cheryl first.”

“Who’s Cheryl?”

As if on cue, a black limo stopped in front of the gate of Riverdale high and out went it’s empress. Graceful and intimidating as ever, barely giving other people a glance.

“That’s Cheryl Blossom,” Smith said, almost dreamily which was worrying considering Cheryl looked like the kind of girl who would murder you if you breathed at her wrong. “She had a twin, Jason, but he was brutally murdered. Now all she has left is her money and (Y/N).”

“They’re sisters?” Smith looked at the newbie with an ‘are-you-fucking-kidding-me?‘ 

“Sorry, my bad. New kid.”

“Actually, nobody really knows. Just like Reggie, they have just been really close ever since.”

Cheryl sighed as she scanned her eyes for the familiar face of (Y/N) in the parking lot but it was proven fruitless. She, however caught Reggie and Moose on the way to the door.

“Mantle, where the hell is my dear (Y/N)?” She said as she went near his annoyingly tall figure.

Reggie could barely contain his groan when he heard her eerily high voice. “She’s not a toy Cheryl.”

“Of course not.” Cheryl said obviously missing the point Reggie was trying to make.

Reggie sighed. “She’s safe from you, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“Listen here, dimwit –”

“She’s in her first subject with Arch, okay? Calm down.” Reggie said pushing the door open. “And for your information, she’s my (Y/N). It’s time you start learning that.”

come undone || bill skarsgård

description: in which he can’t find the right words to say, so you ask him to show you instead

requested by: anonymous

warnings: smut

notes: this is vaguely based off of this song. i don’t normally write song based imagines, and the song wasn’t requested, but it fit well with the plot of this. 

He’d always thought he was good with words.

He was eloquent in his speech, he enjoyed deep conversation, and he had a knack for capturing everyone’s attention, whether he was talking about some profound ordeal, or simply telling a story from his childhood. It just came natural to him. 

But then you came along, burning bright as a setting sun, crashing into him like a rolling wave, and suddenly, Bill found himself at a loss for words.

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Jaal & Ryder and the Drama(tm) the game never touched

So @gizkasparadise let’s talk about First Contact. I think the game itself really failed to delve into this particularly delicious subject.

Consider this - as far as alien species go, the Angara have only met the Kett before Pathfinder shows up on their doorstep. And not just anywhere, but on Aya, supposedly hidden and protected. Their worlds are falling, culture lost, Moshae taken. They’re losing to the Kett.

Another unknown shows up in the one place Kett haven’t found. Their only sanctuary. Imagine the panic.

The Angara and the Resistance have maybe minutes to decide what to do. Young and bold, a certain lieutenant Ama Darav, looking to prove himself worth the esteemed name, volunteers as the front man to assess the new aliens. Evfra De Tershaav needs all the intel, but also assumes the worst - he lets his best soldier go instead of a scholar or a diplomat. Why?

Because he’s not sending in just a recon team. He’s placing a kill-switch.

Assess the aliens. Keep Aya safe, location hidden. Protect the Angara at all costs. Aliens give the slightest reason to suspect their motives…

Kill the Pathfinder. Eliminate the team. Hide all tracks to Aya.

Cue the times when Jaal Ama Darav almost pulled the gun, until the moment he no longer could. All the inherent mistrust and the weight of duty battling with this growing admiration for something, someone he hardly understands. This want and need, found in the unlikeliest of places.

And somewhere, Evfra De Tershaav reading reports and calculating whether his lieutenant has lost his wits or truly found a salvation for their people.

…how’s that for headcanon?

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last updated 10/4/2017

Mr. Min - Chapter 04

Description:  Your CEO caught your attention the first day you started your new job and it seems the attraction is mutual.  Too bad he’s only interested in a relationship that benefits him.

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader x Jungkook

Genre: Smut and Angst

Word Count: 14,013

Warning: Mentions of rape, abortion, murder, blackmail, neglect, Dom!Yoongi, demeaning names

Playlist - Prologue - Ch 01 - Ch 02 - Ch 03 - Ch 04 - Ch 05 - Ch 06

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Seven Days

Summary: This is for @saxxxology ‘s June Writing Challenge. Sam and the reader get involved in a dirty talk competition. So much smut ensues.

Warning: smut, orgasm delay, use of ice, SO MUCH DIRTY TALK

Word Count: 7200 (Not sorry at all)

A/N: This one got away from me. I hope that’s a good thing. @oriona75 @withoutaplease @blushingsamgirl @spectaculacular-sammy @thinkwritexpress @aprofoundbondwithdean

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A Cuddle with A Catch

Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader sneaks into sirius’s dorm at night to cuddle and then things get a little smutty ;)”

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Smut

On the aching points of your toes, every shadow brought a pang of anxiety as you passed each corner. Now would have been an opportune time to utilise the new fancy map Sirius had been boasting about creating, but it was safely hidden in the spot you were headed to: the Marauders’ dorm room.

Since it was too risky to cast a Lumos spell, your stumbled aimlessly in the dark, bumping into paintings in the hallways with confused voices coming from the stirring portraits. Finally, after getting lost about three times down the wrong corridors, you found the Gryffindor common room. Hushing the password to the Lady in the painting, she sleepily accepted your demand, swinging open with a snore. Once inside, your feet patted lightly on the cobblestone stairs, up to the rooms. Counting the doors on the right side of the hallway, since you were afraid you’d accidentally open the wrong one, you came to be in front of the seventh door down.

Taking the handle silently in your hand, you cringed at the way the latches squeaked, hoping that it wouldn’t wake any of the sleeping boys. Tiptoeing in, you shut it behind you as slowly as you could manage. Releasing a relieved sigh, you walked over to the bed by the window, the moonlight flooding onto your boyfriend’s face like he was a sleeping prince.

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I buried our love in my closet, behind piles of sweaters and worn knee highs and too short dresses. I hid our love with all my other secrets and skeletons and ghosts. I covered our love with boxes of shoes and old keepsakes that I cant bring myself to throw out. but winter came, and I needed the sweaters and the socks and the boots. I unearthed my past, my corpses and cobweb covered diaries. and way in the back I saw you and me, our love, our memories, and I had never been so excited to see a dead body.
—  rotting love//e.g.

anonymous asked:

I dated a guy for 8 years before we decided to get married. He dumbed in the alter where I waited for two hours without him or one of the bridesmaid whom he apparently eloped with. We had sex the night before so it shocked me to the core and I only knew what he did because of a snap he took in Las Vegas about it. What would RFA + V + saeran react to that when the have crush one me. Sorry it's too personal but I'm hurt and I don't know how to cope. I know it's full of typos please ignore them.

*cracks neck* A few of these characters may beat up the fictional equivalent of that douchebag for you. I’m so sorry this happened to you. I don’t know if I can properly convey to you the sadness and anger I feel at your story. So I’m just going make sure that our MysMe friends take care of him.

Also, I make an exception about pronouns for you. It’s all you/yours for this HC.

I’m actually surprised this one flowed out so naturally… enjoy!


Yoosung

  • When he hears what happened, he’s like a deer in the headlights
  • How is supposed to respond to that?!
  • You’re crying, and it breaks his heart to see you cry, but he’s also angry that that douchebag hurt you so badly
  • And underneath it all, even though he tries to squash the evil little voice, a part of him is singing “Ode to Joy” because you’re now single
  • But not ready to mingle, so he keeps his distance in that way
  • He’s there for you, holds you, does his best to cheer you up

Jaehee

  • if she ever sees him again, she’s going to Judo kick him so hard in the head, his skull will fracture
  • When she finds out, she gets you out of the church as fast as possible, helps you change, and takes you somewhere safe from prying eyes, private, and takes your phone away
  • She calls the RFA (still at the wedding) tells them what happened, and asks everyone to clear out the guests
  • Zen’s so angry on your behalf that you even hear him yelling through the phone, swearing up and down that if he ever gets his hands on DB, he will kill him
  • She will bring you anything you need, tea, coffee, pastries, ice cream
  • Jaehee has warm blankets (fresh from the dryer), dvds, and time, so she stays with you until you need time and space, then leaves, and comes back when you call
  • You need to work your way through this? She understands if you need to take a quick cry break in the back
  • seriously, though, if she ever sees him again, she will probably Judo kick him into the sun

Zen

  • He.
  • Is.
  • Ready.
  • To.
  • Kill.
  • Zen’s never exactly been shy about flirting or expressing his feelings for you, even if it was one-sided, not taken seriously, and he never intended to seduce you away from your beau
  • But Zen is a hopeless romantic, so someone spitting on the name of love like that, regardless of you, pisses him off
  • He doesn’t play around with women’s emotions (not on purpose, anyways)
  • When he hears the two of you even had sex the night before, he’s so angry he wants to hit everything
  • But he’s here for you, and so he drags you out of the church, takes you either to a bar or his apartment (that way you don’t have to look at the place you shared with him and be reminded)
  • Zen ignores the looks two get while riding his motorcycle
  • Once your safely hidden away in his apartment, he isn’t afraid to hold you, give you anything he has- 
  • -in his fridge! That’s totally… what… um… h-he meant…
  • He has a ton of beer, and is more than willing to knock a few back with you and play games or watch TV
  • In the end, you play drinking games and watch bad TV
  • Years and years later, your in a happy relationship, married to Zen, you’re walking down street and see the guy the left you at the altar, and Zen bull rushes him and throws a few punches
  • Dude holds a grudge

Jumin

  • We all know Jumin Han and how quick he is to jump into relationships
  • He wanted a relationship with before he found out you were engaged, and was only okay with letting you go because you seemed happy
  • So, with everyone waiting in the pews at the church for over an hour, he knows something is wrong and goes looking for you
  • When he finds you crying, he asks what’s wrong, and you show him the snap of DB in Vegas, eloping, he’s furious
  • Jumin immediately tells you deserve so much better, and if you’d like, he’d be more than willing to step in as the groom for this wedding
  • If you say no, he will accept your answer, but will be there, supporting you and hoping someday you’ll say yes to a spontaneous marriage proposal
  • However, if you say yes, he walks you out there, head held high, heart soaring, a small smile on his face
  • No matter what you say, he’ll probably send a security team after him to beat him up

Saeyoung

  • Will do anything and everything to make you smile after hearing that terrible news
  • Saeyoung will try to distract you, protect you from prying wedding guests, and hack your now ex’s life simultaneously
  • He’ll even drag Saeran into the fun! or just hand off the hacking so that he can focus on distracting you more
  • Saeyoung will try his best to protect you from the pain
  • He hacks DB’s social medias and edits  any picture of him so he has devil horns, a tail, and a hitler ‘stache
  • So when you inevitably check, possibly out of habit, you see a small part of what he did
  • Also, btw, Saeyoung hacked int DB’s credit scores, managed to drop the whole thing to zero and lock it there, and he also got the IRS to look into him, just to fuck with him 😈

V

  • When he hears what happened, he just asks what you want to do now
  • Is there anything he can do for you? To help you?
  • If you say, “Take me home” he will escort you home
  • If you say, “hold me” he will hold you and hopes never to let go
  • He take care of you anyway you ask him to
  • The only time V says no, is when you ask for something that’s bad for you (like your phone, because you keep staring at that picture of DB in Vegas for some reason, like you can’t believe your eyes)
  • V is just very compassionate and giving, and eventually helps you through things, even if it’s only piece by piece
  • might ask Jumin to get a security team to track down DB and do something about him

Saeran

  • Oh, this guy is so dead
  • He took a snap chat? Well, guess what, Saeran is a hacker and can not only trace his location, but fuck with everything around him
  • This DB is going to pay for making you cry
  • Saeran takes all the guys money, uses it on things for you to make you feel better afterwards
  • Seriously, on DB’s dime, Saeran arranges an entire day at a nice, fancy spa with a massage, a facial, mani-pedi, haircut, the works, all for you
  • Of course he doesn’t tell you any of this because you wouldn’t approve
  • He also pays a few guys off (again, on DB’s time) to go “rough up” DB
  • He watches the whole thing from a distance, recording it all with his phone
i love sickfics okay i am forcing this upon you

“Lance!” Shiro’s stern voice sounded muffled as Lance took a breath. He was having trouble concentrating, and it felt like he was fading in and out of consciousness. He felt beads of sweat on his forehead and hastily wiped them away, trying to focus on piloting Blue.

“Lance, we need to separate to distract them,” Shiro prompted, his voice sounding muffled still. Lance swallowed and blinked away the dizziness before responding.

“Roger that,” Lance managed, hoping his voice didn’t sound too awful. He had little energy to speak, and he used all he had to make sure he sounded normal.

“Lance, go to the right, I’ll go to the left, Keith go in front, Pidge go above, and Hunk, you just fly around them in circles,” Shiro ordered.

“Are you sure that’ll work?” Hunk questioned doubtfully. Lance suppressed a sneeze.

“It’ll have to. Let’s move!” Shiro demanded. Lance blearily watched the paladins fly into their places, and slowly followed suit and piloted Blue to the right.

Lance felt his heart race and sweat dripped down onto his nose. His breathing was faster than he wanted it to be, and he took off his helmet to wipe the sweat away. It was no use, he was already drenched in it.

Lance was sure that he was sick. He felt subpar the other day, but he thought it was just from stress and being tired, so he slept it off. He was dead wrong.

Lance was shivering, but sweating at the same time. His face felt hot and he couldn’t stop coughing.

Lance’s mind has been so foggy, he hasn’t even been moving Blue very much. He’s been flying to the right, and almost ended up out of range since he wasn’t focusing.

Lance felt his lion sway in circles, and quickly but lethargically lunged to the controls, trying to gain control of Blue. It only made it worse, and Lance realized that Blue was flying fine.

Before Lance could think of anything else that could’ve been wrong, he passed out and fell to the floor of his lion. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed them somewhere safe and hidden, making sure that nothing got to the ill blue paladin.

“Where’d Lance go? He’s out of range,” Pidge questioned, flying her lion down to attract the Galra fleet’s attention before springing up again.

“He’s supposed to be distracting them with us,” Keith muttered, flying towards the fleet from the front and then sharply turning away when they fired a shot towards the red lion.

“Wait a second,” Shiro mumbled, looking at the map his lion was showing him. The blue dot that represented Lance was blinking and stationary.

“Lance isn’t moving, and his lion’s sending out some kind of distress signal,” Shiro pointed out.

“Keith, go find Lance,” Shiro ordered suddenly, gripping his lion’s controls to distract the Galra fleet.

“Are you sure you can make do without me?” Keith questioned worriedly.

“Someone has to make sure Lance’s okay,” Shiro pointed out. Keith sighed reluctantly, and grabbed Red’s controls, flying his lion to where Blue was.

“Alright Lance, where are you,” Keith muttered, eyeing the map every few seconds to make sure he was headed in the right direction. The red lion flew into the cave where Blue was, landing and ejecting Keith.

Keith dusted off his paladin armor and huffed, looking at the blue lion. Blue seemed to be in great shape, so why did she have an emergency landing and use her distress signal?

“Lance?” Keith called, entering the helm of the blue lion. He gasped when he saw that Lance was unconscious and on the floor. Keith gently moved his body so Lance’s back was rested against the wall.

“Oh no,” Keith muttered, studying the blue paladin. His skin was pale, and he was sweating and shivering. Keith placed the back of his hand on Lance’s forehead to discover he had a raging fever.

“Guys?” Keith called into the intercom.

“What’s going on?” Shiro questioned, sounding distracted.

“Lance is shaking, sweating, unconscious, and he has a raging fever,” Keith replied, trying to think of ways to rouse him from unconsciousness.

“Oh no, that’s not good,” Shiro replied. Keith sighed, searching Blue for a water bottle or something.

“We’ll be there soon, we’ve almost got this covered,” Shiro addressed. Keith muttered a response before taking off his helmet. Keith rummaged around Blue until he found a water bottle. It was small, but it would do the job.

Keith found a cleaning rag in the corner and grabbed it, drenching it in cold water. He wrung out the rag and draped it across Lance’s forehead. Just moments later, Lance opened his eyes and coughed.

“Oh thank God,” Keith sighed heavily in relief. Lance coughed again, his tired body doubling over. He groaned and leaned back against the wall, sniffling.

“What happened?” Lance muttered, looking around Blue and realizing that he was no longer in the air, he was on the floor and in a cave somewhere.

“You must’ve passed out. Blue shifted into autopilot and landed you guys in here,” Keith explained, grabbing the damp rag from Lance’s forehead and pouring more water over it before wringing it out again. Keith draped it back over Lance’s forehead, and Lance sighed at its cool touch.

“You’re in rough shape,” Keith muttered, looking the blue paladin up and down. Lance scoffed bitterly but was interrupted by a harsh cough.

“Thanks,” Lance replied, his voice scratchy.

“Keith?” Shiro’s quiet voice sounded from Keith’s helmet which was set off to the side. Keith picked it up and swiftly placed it over his head, pressing the intercom button on the side.

“Yeah? What’s going on?” Keith questioned.

“We’re on our way to your location, stay put,” Shiro ordered before going offline. Keith sighed in relief. Lance looked confused, but before he could ask what was going on, another harsh cough wracked his body.

“Everyone’s on their way, Allura and Coran have been alerted and they’re on their way as well,” Keith assured.

“Is the mission over?” Lance asked, his sick voice low and quiet.

“For now, you need to get better before we do anything else,” Keith pointed out. There was a moment of silence before Keith looked at Lance with sudden hostility.

“Why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?” Keith questioned, his voice angry.

“I did,” Lance replied defensively.

“Oh, pffftt, when?” Keith questioned hotly in reply.

“This morning?” Lance replied, his statement sounding more like a question to get his point across. Keith raised an eyebrow, urging Lance to explain.

“‘Hey guys, I don’t feel very good, I’m gonna take it easy today,’ is what I said,” Lance added. Keith raised both eyebrows to indicate he still had no idea where this was going.

“Does ‘C’mon Lance, we’re all tired. Suck it up, let’s go’ ring a bell?” Lance questioned, attitude clear in his tone, despite sounding sick and tired. Keith immediately looked guilty and his eyes shot down to the floor.

“Yeah,” He muttered, pouting. Lance coughed harshly again for about 10 seconds, his face turning red before he could stop to take a breath.

“To be fair, I didn’t feel as bad this morning as I do now,” Lance replied. Keith was about to say something, but he heard the castle outside and saw the other lions waiting for them.

“Can you fly Blue?” Keith questioned, helping Lance up. Lance wobbled and coughed, leaning onto the pilot chair for support when his world spun again.

“I could try,” Lance responded, swallowing as he sat down in the pilot chair. Keith nodded briskly before leaving and going into the red lion. Lance sighed and his shaky hands fumbled with the controls, taking a minute before finally exiting the cave and flying into his hangar in the castle.

The other paladins, Coran, and Allura were waiting for Lance to exit his lion. Lance huffed as he slowly stood up, quickly throwing his arms to the pilot chair to catch himself when he grew dizzy. He wobbled out of the blue lion, and everyone’s faces fell when they saw Lance.

“Oh my God, you look awful,” Pidge pointed out, her eyebrows high. Lance sniffled and a harsh cough wracked his body for the thousandth time that day, almost knocking him over.

“I think I’m gonna go in my room for now,” Lance muttered.

“You do that,” Shiro replied, patting Lance’s shoulder gently as to not knock him off balance as he wobbled slowly down the hallway. His tired body slumped as he opened his bedroom door.

Lance slept a lot the next few days, and whenever he came out of his room to grab a snack or a meal, everyone apologized profusely for not listening when he said he felt under the weather. Lance accepted their apologies, assuring them that it was okay.

Keith spoiled Lance endlessly with soup, water, and medicine, he made a swift recovery after a few days. Lance thanked Keith for taking care of him, to which Keith just said, “You’d do the same for me” in reply.

After that, whenever Lance said he wasn’t feeling up to something, he was bombarded with questions like, “Are you sick?” or “Are you okay?” “Do you have a fever?” “Do you need medical attention?” Lance would just chuckle and say he was tired, and then he laughed again when everyone sighed in relief.

Lance was glad that his fellow paladins cared for him so much. He knew that if he ever felt under the weather again, he would be in good hands.

hiiruneii  asked:

oooooo i rly love your blog! i thought requests are closed but thank god its open ;; can i request mccree, genji, and prefall! gabe's s/o feel that they're not good enough of them and successfully ran from their room at night and trying to runaway from overwatch but they found them? sorry if its too specific ;;;;

((A/N - The more specific the more I can write, honestly!))

McCree

The night was cold, a bitter wind breezing through your locks. The moonlight made shadows dance around you. You took one look back at the base, regretting having ever gotten involved with Overwatch in the first place. It was all too good to be true; them accepting you, you being promoted to work in Blackwatch and from there finding the love of your life. It was too perfect and you knew something was going to happen to ruin it. It was best you get out early before you had your heart broken.

You pulled the strap of your bag filled with your belongings over your shoulder, boots sludging through the long grass and looking towards the bright lights of the city. That was where you would stay for the night and carry on travelling tomorrow morning.

“(Y/N)?”

You ducked your head down, eyes instantly watering at being caught and having to face him.

“What.. What’re y'doin’, sweetheart?”

“Leaving.”

You only took one step forward before a cold hand gripped around your wrist, your other quickly being brought up to hurridly wipe away a fallen tear.

“Darlin’. Talk t'me. Please.”

You only looked at him because of how broken and cracked his voice sounded. You owed him this much. His brows furrowed in concern and lips were downturned. He was dressed in his PJs still, meaning he must have followed you as soon as you left. You shivered from the wind. He broke. Warmth surrounded you as Jesse encased you with his arms, his body shuddering.

“Come back. Don’t go. I don’t know what I’d do without ya’.” His deep voice muffled by burying his face in your hair.

You surrendered to his embrace, becoming limp in his arms. How could you be so foolish? How could you do this to the one you love? Your gaze was emotionledd as you internally beat yourself up. Again, you didn’t feel you deserved someone who loved you as much as Jesse McCree.

“Well get through this, (Y/N). I promise.”

Genji

You looked over at your boyfriend, sleeping soundly on his side of the bed, his red lights making the room glow ominously. His chest rose and sank rhythmically.

You’d been setting this for a while. The first time Genji had asked you why you were leaving the comfy confines of your bed, you said you were going for a walk as you couldn’t sleep. That was your excuse for everytime he caught you after that, but in reality you were prepping. Bag filled with essentials, warm clothes hidden outside in your safe space. You were ready. You took one last glance at your perfect boyfriend, eyes blurring with tears. You didn’t deserve him. You didn’t deserve any of this.

Practice made perfect, stepping in places where the floor wouldn’t creak and opening the door just enough to slip out. Once outside of the base, the cool air hit your face. You located your belongings and began the trek out of town.

What you never knew was that Genji was watching your every step, and had been everytime you went out for a ‘walk’.
 
Before you could even leave the grounds, Genji was at your side but a step behind, his footsteps silent. His voice made you jump.

“Where are you going, (Y/N)?”

You hugged your bag close to your body, keeping your eyes downcast.

“I can’t stay, Genji. I don’t deserve this, Overwatch’s protection.. you.”

Your bottom lip was trembling, brows furrowed.

“You are family. Of course we here for you. I am here for you.”

Genji reached towards your hand slowly, as though comforting a frightened animal. He grasped his hand firmly around yours, pulling you in close to shield you from the cold.

“We will work on this, (Y/N). You have a bright future ahead. Do not think for one second I will not be with you every step of the way.”

Droplets began falling from the dark sky, pattering against your clothes.

Gabriel

He was devastated. He was only away for two days and you were gone. Your belongings still sat in your shared room, a note that you had written and sealed left on the coffee table. In it you had said you felt guilty and unworthy. Using Overwatch’s resources to protect you just felt wrong. You had gone into hiding by yourself.

Gabriel was protecting you against Talon. After they took Amélie… He shook his head, not able to think about what they could do. He couldn’t sit on the bed staring at the blank wall all day. He had to find you. He loves you and couldn’t let you get hurt.

***

You had somehow ended up in Dorado, appreciating the current festival from the shadows. You carried only money and your passport. Anything else could be easily bought and just dragged you down. Your heart sank when you saw families laughing or couples holding hands. You bit your lip, a bitter taste in your mouth. Turning around, you apologised to the person you had just bumped into, making to side step around them. A hand caught your upper arm, immobilising you. Your head shot up, meeting those familiar chocolate pools which looked.. tired. You sighed, not realising how tense you were.

“Why?” Gabriel croaked.

Music littered the background, colourful lights creating shadows on your face. You gulped. Why.

“You do too much for me. I’m a civillian. Not an agent. Overwatch should be prioriti-”
Overwatch can shove it up their asses, (Y/N). You felt guilty? For us protecting you? Talon are out there hunting us. I need you to be safe.”

You leant back, fear rippling through your chest at how angry he was. He saw it reflect on your face and let go of your arm.

“Please. Come back. We miss you. I miss you.”

You looked down at your trembling hands and nodded. Gabriel was on you in an instant.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too.”