how you could even say he's not important

I’M TRYING TO GENERALLY UNDERSTAND

WHY LANCE STILL THINKS THAT KEITH HATES HIM SO MUCH

LIKE DUDE, DOES THIS LOOK LIKE THE FACE OF SOMEONE THAT HATES YOU?

WHEN YOU TOLD HIM THIS

DID HE LAUGH IN YOUR FACE AND SAY YEAH, BYE BITCH! NO, HE SAID THIS

DID YOU NOT SEE HOW CLEARLY HURT AND SHOCKED THAT MADE HIM, THAT YOU WOULD EVEN THINK THAT YOU’RE NOT AN IMPORTANT PART OF THE TEAM?

HE EVEN TRIED TO SIT OUT ON A MISSION FOR YOU SO YOU WOULDN’T FEEL LEFT OUT

WHEN YOU DEFENDED HIM

LOOK AT HOW HAPPY AND SOFT HE WAS

WHEN YOU WERE IN THAT POD, WHO WAS THE MOST IMPATIENT FOR YOU TO COME OUT

YOU’RE LITERALLY THE ONE PERSON HE LOVES TO BE SO PLAYFUL WITH AND TEASE

YOU EVEN BECAME HIS IMPULSE CONTROL MAN, COULD SOMEONE THAT HE HATES DO THAT?

THE ONLY THING KEITH HAS PROBABLY EVER HATED YOU FOR IS FORGETTING THE MOMENT YOU BOTH GREW CLOSER TO EACH OTHER AND THAT’S SAYING SOMETHING

THE ONLY REASON HE EVEN GETS REMOTELY ANNOYED OF YOU IS BECAUSE YOU KEEP ACTING LIKE YOU HAVE SOME TYPE OF RIVALRY

KEITH LOVES YOU AND WANTS TO BE CLOSE WITH YOU LANCE, JUST ACCEPT IT ALREADY

“My mom is better than yours” - Batmom x Damian Wayne

Summary : The Kent family have invited your family over for dinner, and of course, as usual, Damian and Jon don’t quite…behave. 

I just wanted to write a short little cute fic with Damian and his mama because I just love the idea of Damian being super proud of his Batmom and blahblahblah maybe it’s a bit too long sorry. I hope you will like it

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Bruce thought it was extremely cute, how Damian’s eyes always seem to shine when looking at you. How his face brightens. Even how ashamed he is when you scold him when he’s too cocky, or simply being a plain brat. 

The kid thought you were just the best damn thing on this planet. 

He admired everything you did…

The Batman had to admit it, sometimes, he was a bit jealous. 

But mostly, he just thought it was really cute, to see his boy completely accepting you as his mother. Hell, he was even calling you “Mama” (damn period dramas) now !

You were the one he considered his mom (Talia actually tried to kill you a few times because of that, jealous beyond everything of you and the love “her” son seemed to have for you…She tried harder when Damian told her that she was “never his mom”, that you showed him what a real mother was, and also, when she realized how in love Bruce was with you, while she had to drug him to get him to sleep with her…Yeah, pretty jealous. You always pulled through though, mostly thanks to your boys, husband and superfriends).

Well, to be honest, he never doubted the fact that you’d get along with him. You had a special effect on people. If you really put your mind to it, you can convince anyone to do what you want, you can win anyone’s heart in a little flutter of your damn beautiful eyelashes…

When Damian first met you, he was most disagreeable, and you…grounded him. “Young man, in your room, no dessert for you tonight”, and he was so stunned that he did it, though he didn’t even listen to his father at the time, and thought he knew everything better than everyone ! He knew you only for a few minutes, and he already had more respect for you than for anyone else. 

Sometimes, Bruce suspected that you might be a meta-human, because the power you could have over people with your magnificent aura was…something. But he tested you in every way possible, and he had to admit that, you were just like him. A simple human. A simple human with incredible abilities. 

Yes. Bruce always thought it was extremely cute the way his son, your son to the both of you, almost worshipped you. 

Well, your older kids did too. Again, there was just a way about you…

You started dating Bruce when he first took young Richard Grayson in, about twelve years ago (right after Talia drugged him actually), when he was barely 8 years old and heartbroken because of his parents’ death…And though you were merely twenty, quite younger than Bruce really, you took your job as a surrogate mother for Dick very seriously. Quickly, the boy asked you if he could call you mom, if his own mother would be mad and…well, the hug you gave him was answer enough. Though he was twenty and had his own flat in Bludhaven now, Dick was still quite the momma’s boy. 

It was pretty much the same with Jason. You winked at him and told him it was pretty cool and brave to try and steal the batmobile’s wheels, and boom, you had him wrapped around your little fingers. He lived for your bedtime stories and cuddle when he had trouble sleeping. 

Tim was even easier to treat you like his mom. After only a few months he was already introducing you as his mother, and that was that. Just natural. Unlike Jason and Dick, his birth mother wasn’t exactly…the best, and you gave him a chance to have a real mom. One that would die for her son, do anything for him,  even if it meant staying up all night to sing him soothing songs while he had the flu, putting ridiculous costumes to go trick or treating with him, or, more recently, since he was now 15 (already ?!), gaming with him until you’d both pass out out of exhaustion. 

Quite like Tim, Damian never had the love of a “real” mother. How it should be. The mom taking care of her son, no matter what. Not letting him do whatever he wants, but making sure he’s happy…and so, just like his older brothers before him, he came to simply adore you. 

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First words [One-shot]

THINGS YOU NEED TO KNOW BEFORE YOU READ!

First!

This little one-shot was inspired on two things:

-My relationship with my sister

-The manga “Shugo Chara”. For those who know the manga, it’s based from the chapter when the guardians go to Yaya’s house.

Second!

I tried to adjust Blueprint’s story to PaperJam’s story. So, since (according to his description) he lived with Ink until a certain age, he met Blueprint before the others. I also tried to make him the most canonically possible, but adjusting his personality to the story.

Third!

As you may know, English is not my first language. I deeply apologise if there are any Errors in the story. I checked it lots of times and hope there’s not a single Error ovo

 

DISCLAIMER:

*Ink!Sans belongs to @comyet

*PaperJam/PJ belongs to @7goodangel (I’m sorry if I didn’t make PJ’s personality too well. I tried to stick the “a jerk on the outside but a big child inside” part and this was what I got. Sorry ;u;)

Secondary characters

*Gradient belongs to @askcomboclub

*Moku belongs to  @6agentgg9

*Palette belongs to  @angexci 

And last, but not least

*Blueprint belongs to, well, me! 

Hope you guys like it!

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This will be narrated from PaperJam’s perspective.

 

I never was good with new people. And I wasn’t very happy when you came.


One day, Ink just came “home” with a baby, claiming that it was my “new brother”. I didn’t understand what was he saying with that, and then he showed you to me, my new little brother.

I wasn’t happy with this. I didn’t want a brother. I mean, Ink couldn’t even take care of me, why would he want to have another one? To let them here alone and forgotten with me? Wow, good plan, dad. However, he told me that you only would be staying with us for a day so I could get to know you, since bonding with brothers was very important and blah blah blah…

We spend a few hours talking about you and how you came to life. Apparently, you were just an accident, but not a bad one. And since he created you, you were my brother. Well, step-brother, because Blueberry was the other one that created you. I couldn’t help but feel a little bit jealous… you were going to have caring parents and a better life than mine. What if Ink actually forgot entirely about me?

Yeah, the idea of having a brother was becoming less and less “exciting” to me.

But then, just before I started to think more things like that (which I thought was very rare for me), Ink suddenly had to go (I wasn’t surprised, with his work of protecting AUs and all; he barely had time to be here), cutting our conversation just when I actually started to enjoy it. Ink stood from the sofa and was about to open a portal when he realised something important:

Who was going to take care of you?

He told me that Blueberry and… Honey… I think, were with the other versions of them and he couldn’t take you to wherever they were. So, he had only one option… that I didn’t like, at all.


Why I had to take care of you?! I didn’t ask him for a brother and I didn’t know how to take care of a baby. I was five years old! I was starting to learn how to write and read! I remember arguing with him for a while, until I had to accept.

But not without asking something in return, of course.

In the end, he went to do whatever he needed and I was left alone with you. An awkward atmosphere formed where we were, since you found my face very interesting and kept your eyes on me for a really long time. I tried my best to ignore you, but you were too much persisting and even threw me some mini bones at me to gain my attention.

What a smart baby, huh? Well, we were magic skeleton monsters after all. But it was becoming annoying.

“What do you want?” I asked you and you only looked at me and babbled something. I instantly felt stupid, remembering that Ink told me you haven’t said your first word yet. how would you even tell me what you needed? You kept looking at me and then, surprisingly, your stomach made a noise.

Right… now I had to feed you.

Making something for you was horrible. I mean, we were in the Anti-Void and only had some snacks since we didn’t really need to eat, but being you a recently made creation, obviously needed to consume something, even if you had your HP full. Eventually, I found some milk and gave it to you, ending getting milk on my face and shirt because you apparently didn’t know how to drink it.

That was enough for me.

Usually, I’m not a person that gets mad easily. However, I did get mad that time. I stood abruptly from my seat and went to clean my face, leaving you alone on the sofa. Ink told me to not leave you, but I didn’t care. I wanted to be alone and so I did. I went to my bedroom (well, it’s not a real bedroom… just a bed that Ink made for me) and stayed here for a few hours. Maybe three or four…

It wasn’t until I heard a soft sound that I didn’t get up from my bed. And when I did, I instantly paled: You were lying on the floor crying softly. Your soft cries barely reaching my non-existent ears. And it wasn’t the worst. No, no.

You were blushing and sweating a lot. Were you sick? In that moment I didn’t know.

Quickly, I went to your side and picked you up, checking if you had hurt yourself from the fall. Luckily you didn’t have any bruises, but your skull was very hot. Now you were sick? And I was alone.

Great!

How you could get sick so easily and fast? I didn’t understand that at all! Was that the real reason of why Ink brought you here? So he could watch over you while Blueberry and Honey were busy? If that was the reason, he was very irresponsibly by leaving you with me: a child, taking care of another child!

I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t use magic to help you, I couldn’t ask Ink for help, I couldn’t open a portal and find Blueberry… I couldn’t do anything. And I was scared.

What if something happened? What if you started to feel worse? What if…

What if you died?

Those thoughts were swirling in my head, making me fell worst and worst. I didn’t want you to die.

Come on! You had a great life ahead! You would have a caring family and friends and maybe… maybe we would have been friends! I should have watched you. Maybe if I haven’t left you alone…

I couldn’t help to feel guilty, even knowing that it wasn’t my fault that got sick. In that moment, I didn´t cared about anything, just you.

It was in that moment when Ink decided that he should go home, and so he did. He came to the Anti-Void and found me on the sofa, hugging you like it was the last time I’d see you and honestly, that’s what I thought. He rushed to my side, worryingly asking what was wrong. I wasted no time and explained him what happened, apologising for being a bad brother and almost crying

Almost, ok?

What I wasn’t expecting was that Ink just took you and, with a quick spell, healed you. I mean, I knew magic were fast and efficient but, that was just too fast. When I asked him why, he explained that you were having some problems with your soul.

You see, brother (and also you, reader), Ink told me you were created without a soul, since you were just a magic drawing. So, he made an artificial one for you with the same paint he used to create you. Apparently, he didn’t want you to become like some “evil flower”.

Your soul was like your eyes: a blue diamond. And that soul was filled with Prussian blue paint that could give you the emotions you needed. It seemed like your body wasn’t used to having it yet and would make you sick from time to time. I didn’t quite understand that, but I was relieved when he said you would be fine.

The rest of the day was peaceful. Ink and I talked about random things while you slept. It was… nice, being with them like we were a family. That’s what we are, right? Yeah, right.

Eventually it was time to bring you back home. Ink said that you won’t be coming anytime soon because he wanted to protect you from dangerous people (aka, Error). It kind of made me sad, not being able to talk you again for a long time, but… it had to be done, hadn’t it? Ink made a portal back to Underswap and gave me time to say goodbye to you. After that, he started to walk to the portal, stopping when you started to squirm under his grasp.

Curious, I walked to the portal. You immediately looked at me and gave me a huge simile, saying (or trying to say) something that made us look at you in surprise:

My name. Yes, my name!

It was kind of babbled and wasn’t my full name but… It was your very first word. And it wasn’t “dad” or “mom”… no, it was “PJ”

You didn’t have idea of how happy you made me that day. The day when I found you, disliked you and then liked you and accepted the idea that we were brothers. And, in the bottom of my soul, I hoped to see you again.

Maybe having a little brother wouldn’t be that bad, right?

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I hope you liked it! It was an idea I had for while uvu and really needed to make it. We now know more about Print and PJ’s relationship. I won’t say PJ likes him because he’s not my character and don’t want to say incorrect things (since he isn’t one to make friends). So, I only will say that Blueprint’s first words made him very happy.

I’m sorry if it looks rushed, but this isn’t a story. It just PaperJam talking with Blueprint and telling him the story (with some people spying on them(?))

anonymous asked:

I'm saying this from the perspective of a shipper I guess but looking at all these Sheith moments got me thinking.. Would it be possible that the creators themselves are actually planning for them to be canon at some point? But because of some complications..(not gonna name it) they decided to scrap it off? Do you think this is possible? Although Keith telling Shiro he is like a brother to him kinda made me sad? lol I have got so many questions so I can't wait to see more of this amazing series!

Hi anon! The thing is, writing and animation for shows like this are done way in advance. When season 1 came out, I imagine the plot up until seasons 3 or 4 was already set in stone. And Voltron, like most shows, works off a “TV Bible” that had all the major plot points outlined right when the series was first pitched so,, once you plan things out like that I think it’s difficult to make big changes to characters’ relationships.   

I think the writers have also made it clear that they are going to go ahead with their narrative rather than catering to popular fannon, particularly when they’ve told certain fans they don’t agree with their mentality at all. Even with things like how they mentioned Allura was a teenager like all the other paladins, a lot of people didn’t headcannon that, but the writers stood by it. It’s their own story after all, and I don’t see why they should change it. As for sheith, we know the writers have outright told people that harassing shippers isn’t okay and they’re completely against it. 

There are also plenty of writers, animators, and VAs who have liked clearly romantic sheith fanart, cosplay, or pro-sheith posts (and gotten backlash for it). So we know they’re certainly not opposed to shipping it. And I mean, whether it’s romantic or not, we know that the cast certainly seems invested in their dynamic. The fact that their relationship and character development is by far the most fleshed out is certainly apparent. Here’s also some stuff staff has drawn that shows they at least like Shiro and Keith’s bond: 

So anyway, despite how the fandom can be, I don’t think it would necessarily deter the writers or dissuade them from following through with major writing decisions. And given how supportive the staff has been of sheith, I don’t think they would suddenly just abandon whatever plans they had for their character development together. Under the hypothetical that they did make sheith canon, I think they would just maybe adjust how they went about it so that the fandom could kind of like, ease into it, and hopefully not be too mad about it. Though I have no doubt people would still harass the staff if sheith happened, which just…makes me feel really bad to be honest…

On the BOM line though anon, I don’t think it goes against sheith at all and here’s why:

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“Taking Flight” Theory

So I’ve always had an interesting thought about this episode 

That maybe it could be a metaphor? It didn’t just have to do with the castle literally taking flight for the first time

So in this episode Pidge revealed that she was a girl to the team

This allowed her to accept herself for who she really is, instead of hiding behind someone she’s not. It also must have took a lot of confidence for her to do this, but the fact that she went through with telling them, means she gained a new found confidence, allowing her to take another step forward in her life. 

She metaphorically took flight in this way. 

Then there’s Keith 

So we know that before this episode took place, we had the classic and famous bonding moment

Here Keith had a one on one connection with Lance, something that I’m sure he’s never had with someone before (other than Shiro.) Meaning this moment was very important to him, here he went through an experience with someone that he’s never had. 

This must have made Lance special to him in his eyes, his first bond with someone, especially a person he usually doesn’t get a long with. I can only imagine this affected him so much on a personal level, but also on an emotional level too. 

When you experience something with someone that you’ve never had before, isn’t it safe to say that this is how you develop feelings for this person? This is only six episodes in, Keith has never had this. This is where his own feelings take flight. 

That’s portrayed in the next episode in literally the first scene

Keith acting impatient, wanting Lance to come out is pretty much portraying those feelings. Remember, the bonding moment was very important for him. I can’t even imagine how excited he probably was for Lance to come out so that they could continue this new relationship. Except Keith’s pretty abrasive, so that’s probably why his excitement was portrayed this way. 

He wants Lance to come out so that they can start where they left off and grow closer on a personal and emotional level. He feels closer to Lance here, we are literally seeing his feelings for him take off.

(Not to mention the fact that he was the longest to leave the pod when they all left to go look at their clocks, and I think the creators set up that scene on purpose just to portray how close he feels to Lance now, and that he doesn’t want to leave his side.)

If you remember in season two, this is how Keith was acting when Shiro was in the healing pod

He’s calm, he’s composed, he isn’t impatient and he doesn’t seem very worried

This clearly shows the difference in how he feels about them, Lance is able to make Keith act this way because of the events that occurred before and how those new feelings impacted him. He’s already used to Shiro, he knows him, he has no doubt that he’ll heal fast and get better soon. He doesn’t have to worry or be impatient. 

He’s still by his side because he’s close to him, but not in the way that he was with Lance. 

His feelings are also clearly portrayed in this moment with Lance, after he comes out of the pod

Lance flirts with Allura, everyone says their comments and then at the very end we hear Keith say “Classic.” and other than Allura he isn’t even looking at Lance (he’s also the farthest away from the group). This is a clear as glass portrayal of jealousy, he is jealous that Lance notices Allura and not him, that their bonding moment is clearly not important to him right now. 

Then Lance forgets the moment (which I’m sure he didn’t) and Keith does this

This is literally the face of rejection, Lance forgets an important moment between the both of them, a moment where he most likely started developing feelings for him. It’s really no surprise why he would act like this. But I feel like this moment was purposeful too, because it would have been way too early for anything to happen or start between them anyways. 

Except, in season two we got a pretty clear indication that Lance most definitely cares about Keith, even if he doesn’t express it around him. So maybe once he stops flirting with Allura and all of those other girls and literally looks at what’s right in front of him, maybe then he’ll finally find what he’s looking for?

“Why doesn’t he care?” 6.0

Kim Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst

Format: Text Post

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Y/N’s p.o.v

I was starting to drift off to sleep when I heard the front door open and close.

“Y/N? I’m home! Wait what the fuck? Why are all my things here? Y/N!” I could already hear the anger alongside of shock in his voice. I wheeled myself out of the bedroom to the hallway where he was stood beside his belongings looking angry until his eyes fell upon me.

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The List - Bruce Wayne x Reader (Quite NSFW)

Summary : You and Bruce, are making a list of all the people you slept with…Because why not ?

I just had this stupid idea when I was at work and sorry for it…hope you’ll still kinda like it and boom, here :

Do NOT read if NSFW/smutty things make you feel uncomfortable, you can go check my other fluffy and angsty stories instead, over there ;-) : 

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You don’t even remember who started it.

You don’t remember if it’s you who made a snarky comment first, or him.

You both were equally gifted in the sarcasm area, so it really could be any of you. And none of you could actually remember the instigator of it all…

But oh someone definitely started it, and now, you were both sitting on the floor around the coffee table of the living room, a pen in hand, a blank sheet of paper in front of you, thinking about all the people you had sex with. 

Or rather, about the people you had sex with and that you both knew. 

Who cared about some unknown guy from a bar, or a girl from a gala ? 

They meant nothing. They were just pleasure on the spot, something that didn’t matter at all and…to be honest, both you and Bruce didn’t care about those one night stands with people you didn’t give a damn about…You both knew you weren’t each other’s first time after all, and one night stands ? They were long over and there were not nearly as much as everyone thought…Bruce had only a few, and you too. And again, it was such a long time ago, and so meaningless (definitely not your favorite kind of sex, and Bruce would agree with that). 

This list was about the people you had sex with, with whom you shared part of your life, and/or someone you both knew. 

You knew almost everything about each others, but your past relationships ? You rarely talked about it. You never felt the need to, as you were too in love with each others for anyone else to really matter…

Both of you already stated multiple times, in your long years of marriage, that you never loved anyone like you loved each other. That all those past relationships were nothing compared to what you felt to each others. 

But…Curiosity always got the better of the two of you. 

And besides, when Bruce learnt that you used to date his best friend, Clark, he started to wonder if you slept with anyone else he knew, after all, you knew lots of Justice League members before knowing him so…He just wanted to know (he would never admit it, but he was quite jealous really. Grumpy Broosh). 

And so here you were, after one of you made a comment about it (wether it was you comparing Bruce to Clark or him saying something about Selina, you didn’t quite remember), writing a list. You were writing the last name on yours when Bruce raised his head and, very sternly said :

-I’m done.  

You smiled as you finished the last letter of the name you were writing and looked up, smiling at him. 

-Me too. 

Just another proof of how you were always so damn in sync, finished right at the same time. He doesn’t smile, and you smirk at him as you exchange papers. And…Exact same number than you. You quickly look over it and chuckle a bit, he detached his attention from your list (his frown getting bigger by the second as he was reading it), and, a bit suspicious, says : 

-What ? 

-Bruce, I think the two of us basically slept with the entire league. We’re super-sluts my heart. 

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11:28 pm Bus Rides

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“Can I…hold your hand for the rest of the ride?”

Summary: When all you wanted for Zach was happiness.

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning: Light Fluff

HEY GUYS! this is my first ever fic/imagine so I hope you like it! :) 

11:28 p.m. Bus Rides

 I get on the bus out of breath, merely from sprinting to the stop with weak legs and a heavy bag. I was stunned that there was still a bus going around the city at this time. Regularly, my brother picks me up from work, but today he had to work late too.

 My eyes wander to the vacant seat beside this boy who had his head down. He was wearing a black sweater that matched his natural hair. As I was about to sit down, his lonely eyes look into mine. Zach Dempsey.


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Business and Pleasure - Part 15

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 1,833

Warnings: Swearing, angst


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By the time you arrived back in New York, you were pretty sure that you had cried out all the tears your body could possibly produce. Your eyes were dry and bloodshot, and you couldn’t stop the constant shivering that had started sometime during the flight back. You spent the entirety of the flight trying not to cry. You hugged your knees to your chest as best as you could in the cramped plane and stared out the window. Thankfully, you had plenty of music on your phone, so you simply plugged in your headphones and tuned out the rest of the world.


Once you landed and collected your baggage, you realized just how late it was. The sun had set during the flight, and it was now well past midnight. You could have easily called a taxi, but you weren’t sure that you could handle being stuck in the back of a taxi for the ride back home. You didn’t want to have to make awkward small talk. All you wanted was to curl up in bed and sleep. 

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BTS Reaction to Their S/O Getting Sick Before a Preformance

A/N: the hyung line ended up a little more angsty that the anon probably expected


Jin

Jin was reluctant to go on with the rest of the boys when he saw the color drain from your face and your body sway slightly. He walked up to you and cupped your face gently, his worry growing at how hot your face was. He knew you were sick and he was going to tell his manager and Namjoon that he wasn’t going to perform until you gently laid your forehead against his shoulder. You asked him practically had to beg him to go on stage and let one of the staff take care of you, even then the audiece could tell he wasn’t fully with the preformance.

“Jagiya. I’m not leaving you when you’re this sick.”

“Jin, please… Your career is more important, I’ll be fine with rest.”

“Don’t ever say anything is more important. You’re my everything (y/n) and I would give you the world to make you better.”

“Just please perform for me. Your voice always makes me feel better.”

“…fine.”


Yoongi

You would be his first priority before doing anything on stage. He didn’t care how long the performance is stalled, he needs to make sure that you’re in good hands. Yoongi will bring you a shit ton of cold waters and a blanket for when you get cold while you lay in the dressing room. He makes sure you have a sceen to watch the performance on too, knowing how, even if you were sick, you’ll never miss one of their performances or vlives. Yoongi will make sure you have everything you need and if you need anything during the performance, to just call for him and he’ll come running.

“I’m just a shout away, you know that right?”

“Yes Yoongi. Now go, your fans are waiting.”

“Just tell one of the staff or guards that you need something and they’ll get me.” 

“Okay, I understand. Now go!”

“Alright… you know I love you more than life right jagiya?”

“I love you too Yoongs. Now go, I’ll still be here when you get back.”


Hoseok

Hoseok will from sunshine boy to serious in less than a second the moment he sees you not feeling good. He’d be more forced on stage then of his own free will and ends up with his attention more on you sitting in the wings watching him than keeping up a stage face for the fans. He’ll trip up a few times too with how distracted he is but it becomes less frequent as he spots the color coming back into your cheeks. Hoseok will end up heading over to you at one point during the show and just place a soft kiss on your forehead, lowkey checking your temperature, and telling you how much he loves you before going back on stage.

“Hobi, you need to go back on stage now.”

“I’m just happy that you’re feeling better.”

“I’ll feel even better if you go out there and have fun.”

“But I’d rather stay here with you.”

“Hobi! Go!”


Namjoon

Namjoon woud trust the staff to take care of you. In no way does this mean he doesn’t care about you. After the performance, he will take you home and will take care of you all night and until you’re all better. He puts on a strong face as the leader as everyone expects of his even though he’s wrecked inside that he’s not able to make sure you’re okay. He’ll keep messing with the string bracelet round his wrist you had braided him a while back, a nervous habit he gained when he’s worried about you. Once the performance is over, Namjoon will run off stage to go to you and just hold you. Nothing spoken, just him with his face buried in you neck as he lts your touch calm him down.

“Joonie, I promise I’m okay. It was just a fever.”

He says nothing, just tightens his grip on you waist.

“I love you too Namjoon. i love you too.”


Jimin

Jimin will try and get you home. He wants you somewhere where you can rest and feel comfortable, which won’t happen on a small couch in a dressing room. He’ll call one of the managers over, and dispite your protests, will ask them to get you home safely. You wouldn’t have much strength from you high fever but you will send him a weak and sad look because you had promised to be in the wings to support him. Jimin would just give you a sad smile and mouth a small ‘get well’ with a wave beforegoing on stage, the neutral/sad look never leaving his face until he was able to see you again after they were done.

“But Jimin-”

“No ‘but’s (y/n). You’re going home and getting rest.”

“I told you I’d be here to support you though. I’m not even that sick.”

“You can come to the next one. I just want you healthy jagiya. Please go home and get some rest. I’ll see you after we’re done.”

“Okay…”


Taehyung

Taehyung would be upset that you came when you’re sick in the first place. He’s made the point that you’re the most important thing to him tmany times and the fact that you came to support him instead of taking care of yourself makes his heart hurt. He’ll let you stay because he wants to make sure you get home himself and his worries are less with you being somewhere where he can reach you in a quick amount of time. Before he goes on stage, he’ll run his fingers through your hair and place a kiss on your forehead and then give you a small scolding for not taking care of yourself.

“(y/n), never do this again. You have no idea how worried I was when you nearly fainted.”

“I’m sorry but I really wanted to watch you and be here to support you.”

“Your health comes before my career jagiya.”

“I’m so lucky to have you.”

“And I you.”


Jungkook

Jungkook wouldn’t know what to do. He’s still new to relaionships and he’s lowkey freaking out. He’ll bring you to the dressing room and lay you on the couch before running off to find one of his hyungs. He’ll end up swept on stage before he could get a chance to ask or even make sure you were completely okay. He wouldn’t be able to focus and end up with more mess ups than any of the others. They’ll all end up crowding him afterwords, questioning why he was so off on stage. Jungkook would just push past them to run off to you, his hyungs hot on his heels, and would enter the dressing room to find you asleep with a, now room temperature, water bottle pressed to you forehead.

“Jungkook, what’s wro-”

The maknae shushes them as he removes the water bottle and places a blanket over you.

“She’s sick and I wasn’t able to check on her before going on stage.”

“Aww, the baby’s all grown up.”

He ends up throwing something at them to get them out of the room so you could sleep in peace.

Obliviate // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After the summer away from Draco you are beyond excited to see him again. Except once you two are reunited you notice something is off about him. When you confront him about it you learn of the darkness that rests within him, terrifying you.

Word Count: 1,928

Warning(s): None

A/N: AHHH finally a Draco imagine!!!

Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner


You’re gleaming with excitement as you walk through Kings’ Cross Station, you can’t wait to get back to Hogwarts. All summer you had been counting down the days until you were going to see all your friends again. You had especially been waiting until you were going to see Draco Malfoy, your long-term boyfriend, again. You were meant to stay with him for the last bit of summer before sixth year begins, but he said something came up with his family and they weren’t in the right position to hold company.

When you reach Platform 9 ¾ you barely bid your family goodbye before dashing through the barrier. You had gotten there extra early, one so your parents could say goodbye before they had to leave for work and two so you could see Draco sooner. You set your trunk and other belongings in the train and step back out onto the platform to wait for Draco.

When the distinct platinum blond hair comes into view, which can belong to none other than your boyfriend, you are not surprised to see him going at it with Potter. You just chuckle and roll your eyes, this ongoing feud was almost becoming comical. You watch the two, unable to tell if Draco lunges at Potter to taunt him or actually fight him. Though, you can tell that Potter lunged to fight before being pulled back by Weasley.

If you lay one hand on my boy Draco will be the least of you problems, Potter. You laugh at the thought of you actually causing harm to someone. Though, you never know what you’ll do for Draco. You always manage to surprise yourself.

Draco brushes off his tailored, black suit before looking forward again.

He seems a little off, even from a distance. He’s always been pale but at the moment he looks completely flushed; you can tell that he’s stressed from the tension in his muscles and the worry lines you can see from where you’re standing.

You catch his eye, him managing to stare deep into your eyes from meters away. He lets a smile take over his usual scowl when his grey eyes meet your Y/E/C ones. His smile makes your heart flutter as usual, for you know how you are one of the few people, or things, which can actually get Draco Malfoy to show a real smile. He shuffles along to you and you tilt your head, confused as to where his typical strut had gone. Draco Malfoy doesn’t shuffle he struts, everyone knows that. Something must really be off.

“Hi, love,” he quietly speaks, smiling down at you. He grabs you by your elbows, his normally firm grip turned feeble. He places a light kiss on your lips, you can still feel the passion but the power is nowhere near how it usually is when you’ve been apart for this long. "How was your summer?“ His voice is so quiet and frail, what happened to him?

"I think I may need you to answer that first,” you say while taking both his hands in yours. “Are you okay? You seem a little… off.” You just want to get straight to the point, if something is wrong with Draco you want to know now and fix it fast.

His eyes leave yours and he gazes off to the side and his smile recedes from his face, “I may have left some things out of the letters I sent you.” He sighs, “We need to talk,” he looks to the ground, then back to you. “Alone.”

“Okay,” you nod with a sympathetic voice, you give him a small, encouraging smile.

He struggles to smile back before taking one of your hands and leading you onto the train. You tell him the compartment you had previously left your belongings in and he takes you there, relieved to see no one else is in it or its surrounding compartments. You take a seat and he turns to close the doors tightly. He stands there for a second, hands gripping the handles of the door so hard his knuckles turn white, his back faced to you, he seems to be gathering his thoughts.

In a blink of an eye he sharply turns one hundred eighty degrees and rushes to sit across from you. He sits still for a moment before he looks down at his lap and starts to rub his palms up and down his thighs. What could he be so nervous to tell you?

You place a hand on his knee and only his eyes move up to look at you. “Draco,” you say in a small voice. “It’s going to be okay,” you give him yet another encouraging smile. At that tears start to form in his eyes. Was it something you said? What’s going on with him? “Dray, you’re beginning to worry me,” you voice is soft almost a whisper, you take one of his hands in yours and rub circles on the back of his with your thumb.

“I’m scared,” he whispers. “I’m scared,” he repeats letting a single tear fall.

“What are you scared of baby?” You sweetly ask while placing a hand on his cheek.

He melts into your palm, placing the hand not currently being held by yours and places it over top the one on his cheek. You feel his tears start to collect in your hand and you try to wipe them away as they fall with your thumb. He lets out a few whimpers and you know to give him time to get out what he needs to say.

“I’m scared of everything,” his voice is barely a whisper now. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, what I’ve been told to do. What will happen if I do it and what will happen if I don’t. I’m scared I’m going to lose everything,” he sniffles. He looks up, reconnecting his eyes to yours. “I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”

“Dray, you’ll never lose-”

“You don’t know what I did,” he cuts you off. “And what I’m set to do.” His gaze leaves yours once more. His face turns deeply solemn and you can see the pain twinging in his eyes. He removes your hands from him, breaking all contact and sits up. Tears continue to roll down his cheeks when he speaks, "And I think it may be better, safer for you if you were to just break up with me and forget we ever existed.“

"Draco, don’t say that,” you sharply remark, tears now filling your eyes. “Don’t ever say that,” your voice breaks. “Whatever you did,” you grab his hand. “We’ll get through it together.”

His eyes meet yours and he slowly shakes his head. “If you stay with me, if he knows how important you are to me,” he swallows hard. “He’ll hurt you. He’ll torture you to make sure I do what he wants.”

“Who?” You ask so quietly you’re unsure Draco could even hear you.

He looks down at his forearm. Your breath gets caught up in your throat. You hope that it’s not what you think. Then, he begins to roll up his sleeve and you see it. Evil rests inked into his skin forever.

He has become a Death Eater.

“No,” you shake your head, tears falling furiously from your eyes. “No,” you place your head in your hands. “This can’t be happening,” you sob.

“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “But I had no choice.”

You look up at him, barely being able to see through the tears in your eyes. You know for a fact he really didn’t have a choice, but he’s still done it and you know you can’t be with him anymore. It’s an internal battle, you know he’s right and it’ll be safer for you if you leave him but you can’t let him go through this alone. He’s going to lose everyone at school if they find out, you can’t let him lose the one that is most important to him.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know what to do,” you say. “It will be safer for me if I leave you,” he winces at your words. “But I can’t, I won’t.” You see a bit of hope gleam in his eyes. “Draco,” you take both his hands in yours again. “I know this is scary, you’re going to need me now more than ever. I’m not on his side but I’m not going to let you deal with being one of them alone.”

The hope in his eyes falters and is replaced with remorse. “You don’t want this,” he shakes his head. “You can say it all you want that you want to help me through this but you don’t. You want to runaway from it and I don’t blame you for that I really don’t,” he squeezes your hands. “I know you’ll never admit it and you won’t leave my side knowing what we once were.”

“Once were?” You question.

Draco knows you better than anyone and he knows the sheer terror that rang through you the second you saw the fatal flaw on his arm. He knows that you’ll stand by him through it and that eventually it will all become too much for you. Even once you reach your inner turmoil, he knows you will still stand by him. He knows the love you have for him is so strong that even once every bit of your soul is lost to terror you will still be at his side.

All of this is why he knows what he has to do.

“I’m so sorry,” he says and you give him a confused look. He kisses you once more, with more passion and desire than all of your past kisses combined. Tears roll down his cheeks as he knows this will be the last time he’ll ever feel your lips pressed against his. The last time he’ll ever feel that you two are one.

“I love you,” he whispers after pulling away, his face only centimeters away.

You don’t know what is going on in his head but that doesn’t stop you from responding, “I love you, too.”

Draco lets out a sob when the words leave your mouth. It’ll be the last time you ever say those words to him.

He does his best to pull out his wand without you noticing. You are both staring deep into each other’s eyes. You don’t notice him moving his wand close to your temple. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before uttering the most painful word.

“Obliviate.”

He erases the memories of you two from your mind. He leaves a few behind from first and second year when you two only spoke when one needed help in class. He knew even with being obliviated you would question why you had seemingly never spoken to him.

When the memory charm is completed he quickly gets up and exits the compartment while you are still in a daze. He stands in the corridor for a moment, breathing heavily with his back faced to your compartment. He peers over his shoulder and gets a last look at you. His heart can’t take it, he immediately begins to shake with vicious sobs. He runs down the corridor to an empty compartment, sits in the corner, pulls his knees to his chest in attempts to become as small as possible and sobs until he runs out of tears.

“What’ve I done?” He repeats countlessly. 

savethelastklance  asked:

Hey if you're still accepting prompts,can I suggest a polydins one where aliens are badmouthing lance to the point where he's in tears and thinking he doesn't deserved to be loved and the rest of the paladins just rip the aliens a new one whole going on how much they love lance and why and it ends in a big cuddle pile,

Of course! I’ll be accepting prompts til probably the end of the weekend.
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It was after they had saved the planet from the Galra, they all were invited to a huge celebration for the people’s newly found freedom. Who could refuse such an invitation. Everyone was enjoying themselves, the native people and the Paladins alike. Pidge, Hunk, and Keith were hanging in the back of the party, the two geniuses talking up a storm with one of the engineers of the planet, Keith just smiling at the two as they get excited over the technology. They can be such wall flowers sometimes. Shiro was standing by Allura, who was talking to some of the diplomats, most likely trying to get them to join the alliance. Of course Lance was enjoying himself just as much as the others. Always grabbing one of the other Paladins and pulling them into a dance whenever a new song started. Of course none of them could refuse, always ending up enjoying themselves too much to want the song to stop.

After awhile, Lance finally left the dance floor and weaved through the crowd, getting a few “thank you"s and nervous hand shakes from one of the locals that Lance accepted with a smile. It was when he was nearing Allura and Shiro that he caught a bit of whatever the diplomat was talking to them about ”—–Blue Paladin can be——“ that caught his attention. What didn’t catch his attention was the looks on Shiro’s and Allura’s face. “Hi, I heard you talking about me?” Lance beams, expecting something along the lines of thanks or some sort of praise. What he wasn’t expecting was for the man to say “so you’re the sorry excuse of a Paladin.” Lance couldn’t help it be caught off guard by that. What?

“I mean no disrespect, but what do even bring to the Voltron team? It didn’t seem like you were doing much to fight against the Galra.”

Lance tries to get something. Anything to come out of mouth. That’s……that’s not what happened.

“And all you’ve done this entire night is distract your fellow pilots from their discussions of alliance. I thought even you could understand how important diplomacy is. But I guess I was wrong.”

Lance can feel the pressure build up behind his eyes. He tries to get something out. To explain himself in some way. Was he really just annoying the others from their conversations? Was he interfering with the alliance? He…he can’t be. He just wanted to help them have some fun. He just wanted to dance with his boyfriends and girlfriends. He didn’t mean to hurt their alliance.

“To be honest any one of my guards could do a much better job of being the Blue Paladin than…..this.” The alien gestures to all of Lance,
“Really princess, there are much better options among the soldiers here than what you’re currently stuck with. Why don’t I introduce-”

“That won’t be necessary.” Allura bites out, anger barely kept out of her voice, but it wouldn’t take a genius to know that she was beyond angry. And Shiro was just as pissed.

“ I mean no disrespect to your choices with the few people you could find. But you could do so much better. The current Blue Paladin is only a stand-in is he not?”

Lance feels like crumbling right there and then. But he doesn’t want to seem even more of a disgrace than he already is. He quickly leaves the party, passing by Hunk, Pidge and Keith as he speed walks back to castle. He doesn’t want to annoy anyone else or force them to leave their conversations. He doesn’t know how long the tears have been falling down his face, but he hopes that he didn’t embarrass Allura and Shiro because he cried. He doesn’t want to ruin their diplomatic discussions.

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“Governor, let me remind you that you have no right to insult one of the people that just saved your planet.” Shiro growls out, not hiding his anger as well as Allura, but honestly, neither of them care about that now. Not when Lance was silently crying and running from the party. Not when he hurt Lance.

“Like I said, I mean no-”

“No. Let ME tell you what I think. I think that yes, Lance wasn’t up with the rest of us fighting the battle ship. He was down here, on your planet, taking care of any Galra that were planet side. He was helping your people find shelter and saving many of the people that are here now. If it wasn’t for him, many of the people that are here celebrating wouldn’t be here at all.” Shiro states, walking closer and closer to the governor, til he was looming over the shorter alien. That was when the others come running over, asking what happened, and why Lance was crying.

Allura decided to finish up their ‘conversation’.
“ be wise when you disrespect one of my Paladins, governor. That I wasn’t just my decision, it was the lion’s that chose their Paladins. And if you DARE speak so poorly about any one of them in such a manner again, I may not be able to stop one of the Paladins OR one of the lions from speaking their mind to you.” Now it’s Allura’s turn to lean in close to the diplomat, and giving him a cold and murderous look “ I’m sure you wouldn’t want that to happen, correct?”

The alien can only nod, very obviously shaken by the thinly veiled threats. Allura stand a up straight once again, and pulling Shiro along, she calls out “I’m sorry, but we must be on our way back to the castle. There is something that we need to take care of.” And with that the Paladins follow her out, although Shiro tries to go back in and give the governor another piece of his mind. But he quickly stops and silently agrees with Allura. They do have something to take care of. Or really someone.

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It took everyone a while to find Lance, checking every spot that he’s been known to frequent. His room, the Blue lion’s hangar, the lounge. Nothing. Hunk finally finds him in one of the storage rooms, curled in on himself and trying to stifle his tears.

“Guys, I found him.”

Pidge is the first to respond, “is he okay?”

“No, I’m gonna bring him over to his room, you guys start on plan C.”

Hunk gets quick affirmation from the rest of the team. He slowly walks over to Lance and sits down next to him. Lance curls tighter in on himself, but it doesn’t hide the shaking in his shoulders.

“Hey buddy. I know that your upset, but can you look at me?” Hunk asks quietly.

It takes a couple of minutes, but Lance finally lifts his face from his kneels. His eyes are red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face, his cheeks getting the same hue as his eyes.

“Hey, there’s my sea turtle.”

Lance lets out a weak and watery laugh at the old nickname, but whatever small smile he had vanishes. Lance whispers “shouldn’t you be back at the party?”

“Nah, it was pretty lame. Not as much fun without you there.”

Lance tries to counter what Hunk says, but is stopped when he lightly presses a chaste kiss to his lips. That stops Lance right in his tracks. Hunk takes that time to slip his hand into Lance’s, and slowly leads him up from the floor. Not minding one bit when Lance leans on him. Slowly the two of them walk out of the storage room and start to head to Lance’s room in silence.

Lance opens the door to see that everyone one else is there, and sitting in some sort of giant blanket and pillow nest. Hunk leads him into the middle of the pile and soon enough everyone is cuddling Lance. Shiro leans him back to lay on his chest, sneaking an arm around his waist to keep him there. Pidge plops herself on top of Lance, laying her own head onto his shoulder. Keith and Hunk take up the sides, making sure that Lance is completely surrounded in cuddles. Allura sits next to Shiro and slowly runs her fingers through Lance’s hair.

They lay like this for a good, quiet couple of minutes, reveling in the comfort and love they have for one another.
Lance finally breaks the silence with a croaked apology “I’m sorry you guys had to leave the party because of me.”

“Lance, you don’t need to apologize. You did nothing wrong.”

“But you guys were enjoying yourselves, and I didn’t want to ruin it for you.”

“It wouldn’t be fun without you there. And I’m having plenty of fun right here.” Pidge responds, trying to stifle a yawn in between words.

“But-”

“Shhhh, Lance. It’s okay. You did nothing wrong. You are so important to us, we wouldn’t want to be there without you. We all love you very much. Just sleep. You had a pretty hectic day.” Lance only nods at Shiro’s words. Letting a smile slip onto his face as he drifts off into a comforting and well earned sleep.

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So I kind of added Allura into the polydins, but I hope you like it!

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Truthfully, I want to say that I didn’t know how important the position of a leader could be. It is a position that has to fight the most. It is the position where you have to speak on behalf of every member. Since it’s the person who always stands in front, he has to absorb the most hurt and pain. The other members behind N hyung can’t begin to imagine just how much he is hurting. It hurts more psychologically than your body being fatigued. Even though he continues to carry that weight with him, I am thankful that he does not give up and continues holding that weight. 
- Wonsik, about Hakyeon  [Star 360]  (x)

I keep thinking about that post I saw where people were like “Harry had a fortune why didn’t he give some to the Weasleys?!??!?” and I mean barring the fact that Molly and Arthur Weasley would never accept money from AN ACTUAL CHILD did no one–no one AT ALL–remember the scene in The Goblet of Fire where Harry buys Ron and Hermione as well as himself omnioculars (where it was mentioned that Ron wanted them but couldn’t afford them and he literally didn’t ask for them) and Ron scooped up the Leprechaun money and gave it to Harry to pay him back immediately, even though he didn’t know the money would disappear in an hour??? He wanted to repay that debt he saw, even if Harry didn’t mind shelling out ten galleons for a friend that had invited both he and Hermione on what was probably an expensive trip for them. THAT WAS A THING THAT HAPPENED.

Not to mention: To my recollection, Harry had to insist that Fred and George take the money he won for their shop. George even says “You gave us our start up loan, we haven’t forgotten.” They consider it a loan. And they insist that Harry never has to pay because of that.

And I mean, not only are you people saying that A CHILD should give his money away, but you’re also slapping Molly and Arthur in the face (which, how FUCKING dare you?!). Molly and Arthur may have complained and worried about lack of money, but they never asked for anything. They made it work. And seeing how their children react to money (”this is a loan” and “I’ve paid you back for a gift because the gift is expensive”), it’s obvious that they got their pride from their parents.

Harry could offer to pay Molly room and board, and I have no doubt in my mind that she would say “Oh, absolutely not, dear. You’re family. :)” Harry could buy a muggle trinket for Arthur, and I have no doubt in my mind that Arthur would say, “Splendid! How curious! Oh, how much do I owe you, Harry?” before it even occurred to him that it was a gift. Harry could offer to help Ron and Hermione out of a financial jam, and I have no doubt that Ron would say, “No, we’ll figure something out,” and Hermione would let Ron shift their finances around like he saw his parents do to make it through because she knows how important it is for him to stand on his own two feet.

People say “Harry could have given the Weasleys some of his fortune!” without remembering that Fred and George didn’t want to accept Harry’s tournament earnings, that Ron felt uncomfortable getting an expensive gift from his friend and paid him back for it, that the entire family was fine with hand-me-downs from clothes to actual wands, and they complained but they never expected and actually disliked hand-outs from wealthier friends. It is actually possible to complain for the sake of getting your negative thoughts out and not because you want something.

The Weasleys probably only accept Harry’s money once he marries Ginny, and only because he says “Please, this is something I need to do.” And they only accept it for things they deem necessary. “Well, I suppose we could do with new wallpaper,” Molly says begrudgingly, but she makes Harry help her pick it out so it feels more like family helping family than her son-in-law paying for something. “Well, I guess we did need a new car,” Arthur says begrudgingly, because Harry has always remembered how he and Ron crashed the old family car and the replacement they’d gotten was puffing its last, and he’d made sure to get an older model in case Arthur tried to say it was too expensive. “Well, I guess I did need a new cauldron,” Ron says begrudgingly because he had accidentally melted a hole through his old one, and it was a hand-me-down from Charlie to boot.

Two Rooms

Title: Two Rooms – Warmth Series Part Four

Characters/Pairing: Dean x Female!Reader, Sam (mentioned)

Word Count: 2030

Warnings: Some kissing, implied future smut.

Summary: It’s the final part in the series, I don’t want to spoil anything!

Author’s Note: Wow, the final part! I can’t thank you guys enough for all the sweet things you’ve said about this series, I had a great time writing it, and I hope the final part is everything you were hoping it would be! And I’m sorry if the ending feels a little rushed, I was pressed for time this weekend. Enjoy, guys :)

Read the Previous Parts: Two Beds | Two Shirts | Two Keys

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     After eating another pathetic excuse for dinner with the boys and deciding where you were headed next - deeming it a pointless trip to have come so far and only do one hunt in the area - you gathered your things, the second motel key off the table, and limped out of the room to go find your own. Which was, as it turns out, even smaller and more frigid than the last one.

     The cold air hit you like a brick as you stumbled out of the motel room, using the wall for support and dragging your duffle bag behind you through the freshly fallen snow. Dean had, of course, tried to help you with your bag and get you safely to your new room, but you’d turned down his offer and opted to do it yourself, your newly stitched leg screaming in protest with every clumsy step. When you got to your lonely little room you collapsed on the bed with a groan.

     Ever since you had started hunting with the boys you’d always gotten your own room, every time without fail, and it never fazed you in the least. You enjoyed the quiet, gratefully took the seldom found privacy, and couldn’t imagine a worse fate than having to share an already cramped and more often than not dirty motel bathroom with two men. You were happy with the arrangement – or, as happy as a hunter could be when bouncing around from one dive to the next. But now? You just felt lonely.

     The room was too quiet. You found, to your surprise, that you didn’t mind giving up some of that privacy if you were giving it in favor of being near Dean. Even sharing the amenities was something easily avoidable if you managed to wake up before the Winchesters. You liked sharing a room with them – you liked sharing a room with Dean.

     And you missed him.

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purse dating

- requested by the lovely @shaniaalexisss . sorry it took so long to get it up, and there will definitely be a part two!! 

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// harry finds a purse at the club he works at and realizes he has a lot in common with the girl

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“You should just look inside,” some worker named Cody says to Harry. He and a few of his co-workers sit at the bar contemplating what to do with the bag Harry has found in the club. It wasn’t at all small, so Harry wasn’t sure how someone could forget something so important. Harry felt uncomfortable opening the bag because that’s invasion of privacy, right? But also, if he looked inside, he’d probably be able to find out who it belongs to. A lot of girls that go to the club Harry works at are regulars. They mostly just go to flirt or look at Harry, but he’s too oblivious to even notice. “It’s not a big deal if you open the bag, Harry.” Jordan, the older (and by older Harry means, like 35) bartender says, throwing a towel over his shoulder. “We open girls bags all the time. Mostly just lipstick and tampons in them, though. Nothing too interesting,” he continues.

Harry shrugs and unzips the black purse. The first thing Harry finds is a phone, of course. Curious, he presses the home button and sees many notifications. A few Snapchats, a couple texts, and many Instagram notifications. Harry clears the notifications because he wants to see the lock screen. He read somewhere that you can tell a lot about a person from their lock screen. It’s a young girl in the ocean. Her legs are on either side of a surfboard and her hair partially covers her smile. The color of the water is a light blue and it reminds Harry of Jamaica. He and his family recently went on vacation there and everyday he wishes he could go back. Everything was so zen there- unlike his job. “Harry do this,” and “Harry do that,” the poor guy never gets a break.

Anyways, the next thing Harry finds is a tampon, just like Jordan had said. Harry places it back in the bag. Okay, let’s see what else there is- a coupon for the Mexican restaurant down the street (Harry thinks they have great tacos), a pack of fruit snacks, gum, Band-Aids, a Tide To-Go stick, a wallet and a little notebook. She must be pretty clumsy and messy, Harry decides. He also concludes that this girl comes prepared, even for the club. He places everything back in the purse except for the notebook, wallet and the phone. It continues to light up, mostly with Instagram notifications. She also receives many text messages, all along the lines of how much they love her tattoo. One in particular stands out to Harry.

imessage from Isla

Omg!! Y/n I love the anchor tattoo!! It’s sooooo you. Did you get it in Jamaica???

Okay so, not only was that picture of this y/n girl most likely in Jamaica, but now Harry knows her name and that she has an anchor tattoo. Harry has an anchor tattoo. Harry has been to Jamaica. Harry likes the Mexican restaurant down the street. What else do these two have in common? Being even more curious, he decided to take a peek into her wallet. For starters, Harry thinks she’s the only person who looks good in their drivers license and decides she is the most photogenic person he has ever seen. The card sticking out of the wallet turns out to be a membership card for the same gym Harry goes to and wonders why hasn’t he seen this girl there before. He certainly wouldn’t forget her…

“Styles,” Jordan calls. “We’re locking up, get your ass out of here.” 

Harry nods and grabs y/n’s purse from the counter. Surely, he could take it home since he’ll be the first one to arrive at the club tomorrow. He hopes y/n will get there first thing in the morning when he’s the only one there doing inventory. Once harry gets home, he continues to look through y/n’s things… not in a creepy way though, more like in a ‘I want to get to know this girl better’ kind of way. He didn’t want to try putting in y/n’s password so he leaves her phone on his counter and silences it because this girl gets way too many notifications for his liking. He opens her little yellow moleskine notebook and sees little doodles scattering the pages. Harry likes the cactus she drew in the corner of the page. Alongside it are some lyrics to a song that Harry isn’t sure he’s heard before, at least he thinks they’re lyrics. Whatever it is, it’s written in the most beautiful cursive writing he has ever seen.

‘pacin’ through the, the back of my mind / maybe you’ve been a storm all this time’

Harry wonders if y/n has written this herself or if they’re simply lyrics that she likes. He flips through more of the pages and a lot of them just have her grocery or to-do list. He notices that every grocery list has fruit snacks on it. How weird is it that someone who is old enough to get into a club still eats fruit snacks? Oh, who is Harry kidding? He still loves Haribo gummy bears, so he can’t judge this girl too hard for loving fruit snacks. Harry thinks he’s crazy as he begins to feel like he has a bit of a crush on the owner of this purse. He doesn’t know this girl at all, yet he still feels like he knows everything about her. He thinks they’d be good friends, though. Putting his ridiculous feelings aside, Harry wonders how worried y/n must be if she has realized she doesn’t have any of her belongings. (She hasn’t though, she passed out on her bed the minute she got home). He wishes there was something more he could do, but there really isn’t anything he can do other than bring it to work tomorrow. 


Y/n has indeed not noticed that all of her belongings are not in her possession. It had been a while since y/n had been clubbing because all of her friends decided she was becoming too much of a “mom” friends so they took her out. After a few too many drinks, and a little much bump and grind, y/n lost her bag sometime during the night. She of course, was too wasted to notice. What a joy it will be to deal with her when she wakes up… 

to be continued… 

part two 


[authors note • i love this concept so thank you again @shaniaalexisss for requesting it! i 1000% see harry working at a club in all black and girls would just stare at his thighs in those black skinny jeans uggghhhhh. okay anyways part two will hopefully be up this weekend]

Coda to 12x11– Regarding Dean. Destiel.

Sam calls Cas as soon as they’re safely back at the bunker. 

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” Cas growls at Sam, stalking across the kitchen to where Dean is nursing a beer. He asks Dean, “How are you feeling?” with some leftover animosity, but Dean recognizes it for what it is: concern. 

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anonymous asked:

why do you ship jaime/brienne? do you think they are going to be endgame or just a lots of wasted moments on screen?

oh boy. wow okay, i just love them?? this is gonna be a super incoherent mess of both book and show canon, so sorry in advance lmao.

jaime and brienne are just so good for each other. they challenge each other, they change each other, they grow together and separately because of their relationship. they are constantly pushing each other to be better. they tear down each other’s walls and then build each other up again. they balance each other out so well. naive, honorable, good brienne and damaged, arrogant and experienced jaime?? like wow, goodness. 

they teach each other so much. jaime shows brienne how knighthood isn’t all it’s cracked up to be and shatters a lot of her naivety about the world. brienne originally thinks so much in black and white. jaime killed the king, so he’s bad. renly danced with her, so he’s good. but jaime helps shift her perspective on “good” and “bad” because he’s such a morally-grey character (one of the reasons i love him so much). brienne teaches jaime about the value of true honor, not the bullshit he was fed in king’s landing, but real strength and dignity. something that you have to find inside yourself, not something you put on like a mask when it suits you.

one of my favorite aspects of their relationship is the idea that “things aren’t always as they seem.” jaime and brienne both have these concrete ideas about the world and other people that completely shift because of their relationship. jaime originally calls her things like “wench” and “ugly”, etc. because 1. he’s an asshole (lol) and 2. that’s all he saw at first. but big, strong, “ugly” brienne turned out to be so soft and “astonishing”. in the same way, arrogant, selfish jaime finds himself constantly putting himself at risk for this girl he barely knows. saving her from being raped by the bloody mummers, jumping into the bear pit to save her, etc. jaime becomes someone who saves people, rather than hurts them. brienne does that, and jaime changes her as well. brienne only saw jaime as a “kingslayer”, an “oathbreaker”, a “man without honor.” but then she learns the truth about the sack of king’s landing when he opens up to her - because jaime wants her to know this, wants her not to think so terribly of him, her of all people. jaime doesn’t want brienne to think of him as “the kingslayer” but as jaime. and after that, he is always jaime to brienne, and it crushes my soul. 

brienne names his sword “oathkeeper” and vows to save sansa stark in his name. not just because she wants to save sansa, but because she wants jaime to be proud of her, because she wants to “find his honor.” she can’t bear the idea of failing him. brienne dreams of jaime fastening a rainbow cloak around her shoulders and shouts his name in her sleep. she’s constantly wishing that he hadn’t left her. and jaime finds himself defending brienne even after they’re separated. he yells at men who call her “wench” and insist that her name is brienne. it’s a complete turnaround from how they originally saw each other. they’re no longer “the wench” and “the kingslayer” to each other, but jaime and brienne. two imperfect, messy humans who care so damn much about each other even if they don’t want to. no matter how much they could say they don’t, the prove themselves wrong with every action they take.

do i think they will become canon? as far as i’m concerned they already are. they have a meaningful relationship that’s extremely important to the story, and that matters whether they get married and have babies or not. (but god i wish they would). i’m terrified that jaime is going to die before the thing is done, either while he kills cersei or saving brienne. but even if they don’t become “canon” in the way you mean, their scenes will be by no means wasted. show-runners and writers don’t just throw a bunch of shit into a show and waste screen time on things that don’t matter. everything we’ve seen on game of thrones and in the asoiaf books so far has had or will have a major payoff, including jaime and brienne. will they live happily ever after? i’m not sure (though i hope). but their arc will absolutely come full-circle by the time the show/books are finished, that i can guarantee. it’s all leading up to something big!

i probably left out about 1000 things, but i don’t really do like “research” meta, i just spew my feelings all over the place and hope for the best lmao. basically i just really love jaime and brienne. they’re one of my favorite ships of all time and arguably one of the best ships in game of thrones/a song of ice and fire (and like, all media, tbh). they’re so good and i want to die because of it!!!!!

BTS reaction: Their s/o is in labour

Jin

Originally posted by seokjins-wings

You were about to give birth to your baby, and you were in so much pain; you expected it to be bad, but never this bad. You were holding Seokjin’s hand, as he was with you. He was saying something, about how you could do it, trying to calm not only you but himself down a bit. He encouraged you to breathe in – and out. The pain got more and more intense as you tried to push as best as you could, you squeezed your hand tightly, making Jin yelp in pain, but still, he tried to be there for you, because this was a really important moment in your life – even if you had just broken his hand.

Suga

Originally posted by imonaworldtour


He would let you hold and squeeze his hand, pull his hair, do anything to him that would make it easier for you to deal with the pain; he didn’t mind it at all – in face, it didn’t actually hurt him. You were glad that he was there, but you were reaching your limits with the pain. You had tried to push, but it was so painful, it hurt so much, you just couldn’t. The doctor instructed you push. You couldn’t. You looked at Yoongi, tears in your eyes. It hurt. The nurse now again told you to push, and said that if you would not push, it could be fatal for the baby, there was a chance that it would die if you wouldn’t push it out soon. But the pain made you not care about your child or anything any more.. you just wanted the pain to stop. You kept looking at Yoongi, pleading him to free you of this pain, when he started yelling at you, trying to get through to you. He yelled at you that you should push, just push, and deal with the other shit later; no matter how much it hurt. When you still didn’t push he began to panic, not knowing what to do other than to scream at you, and to squeeze your hand as tightly as you were squeezing his; but that apparently did the trick; you pushed.

Namjoon

Originally posted by officialmonstaxmemes


He would try and support you as best as he could while you were in labour. It wasn’t time to push yet, but the pain in your belly got more and more frequent, and more intense. You made a noise expressing that you were in pain, and Namjoon let you hold his hand again. You began squeezing it tightly, making him gasp and knock over the water bottle that stood next to the bed you laid in. The glass broke and the water went everywhere. Namjoon apologised for what seemed like a thousand times to to the doctor and the nurses; but you found it funny, it made the mood lighter, and it gave you a distraction from the pain. With him by your side, you could get through this no problem.

Hoseok

Originally posted by junghosyub


He was probably freaking out more than you were. You had just begun pushing, and it hurt. You held his hand tightly in yours, as he jumped around, screaming at every groan of pain you let out. It was starting to rub off on you, making you feel more anxious.
“HOSEOK!” You screamed at him, wanting him to stop. He wasn’t the one in pain, feeling like you were about to die. HE screamed at that again, asking you over and over if you were okay.
“Just keep pushing.” The nurse instructed you. “We can almost see the head now.” Upon hearing that, Hobi went all quiet, his face turning pale. He let go of your hand as the nurse handed him a silver thing he could puke into.

Jimin

Originally posted by sosjimin


“JIMIN!” You screamed at your husband standing in the corner of the room. He looked at one of the nurses, who told him that he could go over to you. When he was next to you, and the pain got really intense for a moment again, you screamed again.
“I’m here with you. Push a bit more. Just a bit. He’s almost here.” With your eyes squeezed shut in pain, you randomly stuck out your arm, your hand searching for his. When he helped you, taking your hand in his, you squeezed his hand tightly, and he held yours just as tight. “You’ve almost done it.” He kept saying things like that, making you think that it was truly almost over and done with.


Taehyung

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie


He was standing next to you, overwhelmed by everything going on in this moment. He was still  holding your hand, and faintly hearing you groan in pain, but when he looked over there, just to see what was happening, and saw some blood, he suddenly lost his last bit of sanity; not only that, but he also lost his consciousness, he fainted, his hand slipping out of yours. As he fell to the floor, you, while still pushing and being in pain, tried to keep him there with you, stopping him from falling.. You managed to grab a fistful of his hair. The pain was what brought Taehyung back to life. As you ripped out half of the hair you had grabbed, he screamed, in perfect harmony with you, out in pain, opening his eyes again.


Jungkook

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek


You groaned in pain as Jungkook stood next to you, clueless on what to do. He just stared at you, kind of in shock, not really taking in that this was actually happening.
“You- you.. just keep doing that thing?” He tried to make you keep pushing. You reached out your hand and grabbed his hair, pulling his face to yours as you yelled at him “I hate you for doing this to me!” At the same time he cried out, trying to get you to loosen your death grip on his hair, before you’d pull them all out of his head.

This was requested by @ranmin10

~Admin Min Holypuff