i flinched when he first showed up

anonymous asked:

so vld is confirmed to run for 8 seasons right? if that's the case and say sheith will be end game, at what point in the series would you want them to be canon?

hmm thats tricky. i know a lot of people would probably prefer it sooner than later, but i would much rather have relationships that werent rushed or forced. also, i dont think either of them is in a good headspace for it right now. keith in particular with his abandonment issues and constantly “afraid that he’s gonna say or do something wrong and he’s gonna lose shiro” isn’t ready for a relationship. His immediate readiness to sacrifice everything for shiro without even questioning it is admirable, but i dont think shiro would ever want that. obviously shiro would still risk a lot for keith, still does things like trying to fight off everyone at the marmora base for his sake. but id argue bom proves that before shiro, keith had nobody (aside from his dad, who he already lost)And even after bonding with team voltron, he still doesnt think any of that matters if he loses shiro. 

also, if we still go by the fact that keith’s worst fear is feelings, i think it’ll be a while before he’s ready to confront them. particularly if doing so runs the risk of losing his friendship with shiro. 

Of course, we also know that keith is somewhat touch averse despite this craving for some kind of intimacy (you can see it in the way he immediately tenses up and then slowly relaxes anytime he’s hugged with the exception of shiro). In a way, this problem also extends to shiro. shiro, who thinks that the galra have twisted and warped him into a weapon, who feels that he can’t even trust his own body or memories, who struggles with this notion that he is both unworthy as a paladin and a leader. If you look at kuro and crystal venom, shiro’s worst fear seems to be turning into exactly what the galra tried to make him. and then he finds out that zarkon was the previous black paladin, that black saw the same fire in zarkon she saw in him, and all that fear and doubt is compounded. so i could imagine shiro would be very hesitant about having a partner now, not to mention how any physical contact he experienced during that year in prison always resulted in pain. ironically, the first gentle touch he receives on earth isn’t only human, but also galran. the fact that keith reaches out to him again outside the shack without hesitation is also notable, especially compared to when shiro holds out his galra hand to lance. 

you see lance’s hand stop and it flinches away, and he stares at shiro sadly before offering a smile and reaching back. just to be clear, i dont think there’s anything wrong about lance doing this. it shows he’s empathetic and its really crashing down on him what kind of hell shiro’s been through. and you see how choked up keith looks when he first sees shiro after all this time. but when he’s actually in front of shiro? he stays calm and grounding, tries his best to reach out and act like nothing’s changed. keith never hesitates, never shies away from shiro’s touch or startles from it the way he does around others. and after his time in space prison, i think shiro needs that honestly. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that shiro seems to hold people more at arm’s length after kerberos. With keith their easy, casual intimacy with one another certainly helps, but i imagine a romantic relationship would still be a big adjustment after everything they’ve both been through. 

ideally i could see them working up to something like flirting or dating around seasons 5-6. of course, then you also have to ask: what would cannon sheith look like? becuase honestly, i think the answer is: not very different. They already seem to be pretty open about their affection, and we already know shiro is keith’s most important person. I can see them maybe holding hands occasionally or being more into hugs. maybe going on “space dates” every now and again on more lowkey missions like the space mall. but voltron is also a sci-fi adventure, so romance wont be the focus. It’s also a matter of what they can and can’t get away with in terms of censorship (which is really shitty, i know) but thankfully staff already said netflix seems to allow for more opportunity with representation. and this is the same studio who said they wanted to make it expressly clear that korra and asami were together. im thinking the most romantic voltron will get though is like pining, the exchange of little physical reassurances (hugs, shoulder touches, pats on the back, ect), and a mutual confession. maybe a kiss good luck or goodbye during a really emotional scene. 

anyway, season 3 will be a lot of background info and flashbacks i think, which we really need. i feel like the direction of their relationship will end up depending on whatever they had going prekerberos, especially if either of them had feelings for the other that they never confronted before voltron. i think everyone would take some time off from their relationships for season 7 and most of 8 though, you know, put stuff on hold while they gear up for the final battle. a big emotional farewell before the last fight would be really good though. 

and see now, the thing about relationships that i think a lot of people forget when it comes to “cannon ships” for an action adventure series like this is that…well…if a ship becomes cannon at some point, it doesnt mean that they’ll stay together for the rest of the show. sometimes it happens fast and burns out, or people break up and make up a lot, or they try to work things out but just drift apart. so i think id much rather it happen later than sooner because, with show like this, i think that gives them a better chance of staying together? like, the thought of keith being in a relationship with allura and then shiro or vice versa seems to be treated like something impossible, but relationships dont work out and partners deicide to see other people all the time? its even possible keith will have the occasional one episode romantic interest that’s never revisited, like the mer-alien that kissed lance. so anyway, im not too worried if it takes them a bit longer to get together. 

Don’t Need Candles and Cake

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: SMUT (Ages 18+)

Summary: You and Steve have been dating in secret for a little while now, but what kind of girlfriend would you be if you didn’t give him a nice present during his birthday barbecue? 

Word Count: 3.6k


“Tony, that’s really unnecessary. Everyone’s tired, let’s just relax all day tomorrow. I really don’t want a big thing.”

“Oh, c’mon, we can’t not celebrate. You only turn 99 once, Capsicle!” Tony smirked up at him from his seated position on the quinjet, his cheek beginning to form a nasty-looking bruise which, in Steve’s opinion, is yet another article of proof as to why they shouldn’t have a party tomorrow. This past mission was no one’s idea of simple.

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Title: The All-Knowing Jethro Gibbs

Code: JD0006

Requested by: anon

Words: 434

Note: Interesting… so very Gibbs.

“So I just told her, you know, that she shouldn’t be doing that.” You waved the knife around as you relayed your story to your husband. You were peeling potatoes for dinner at the counter as he relaxed in a kitchen chair. “I mean, I don’t fully understand why she was copying lesson plans from the internet anyways, but-“ You stopped speaking abruptly when you looked at your husband. It took you only a split second to identify the look on his face. “Are you… analyzing me, Jethro?”

He didn’t flinch.

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Color Him Green

Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Genre: Smut
Rating: M
Written by: xoxoTheQueenOfHearts
Requested by Anon

Four Strikes. That’s all it took for your boyfriend to snap.

Your first strike happened early this morning when Jimin had brought you along to one of his dance practices so you could spend more time with him. But he didn’t particularly like the fact that you would sometimes get to close to his friends and a part of you knew it was because he was jealous. And today you felt like playing a game with him and tease him just see how far he would go.

You sat in the corner of the dance practice room as you watched your boyfriend and his friends practice their dance moves. After about 4 songs deep, they all took break to grab them some water and dry off with a towel. Jimin came up to you and pecked you on the lips that you were happy to return. But just as you returned the kiss you walked over to Hoseok with a smirk on your face as you started your game.

“You did amazing Hobi!” You complimented him first before your boyfriend. “Can you show me that move of yours? I feel like I mess up.” You say poker faced as you show Him his part in your dance moves in blood, sweat, and tears when your arm covers your eyes and a hand placed above your crotch. When you were done, you noticed the room had grown quiet. You knew this was one of the sexiest moves throughout the whole dance but you were just friends.

You glance into the mirror at your boyfriend who looked as if he was daring you to continue on but you dismiss it as Hoseok puts his hands on you and helps you groove to his part and when you finished you threw your arms around his neck and pecked his cheek. “Thanks Hobi Hobi!”

By the time lunchtime rolled around you knew from your boyfriends aura he was starting to get annoyed, but that didn’t stop you because Jin the eldest of his friends took you and Jimin out for lunch. As you were eating you ignored Jimin but placed a hand on his thigh to let him know you knew he was there.

Second strike. You knew you were pushing buttons now as you were laughing at Jin’s dad jokes when you never laughed at Jimin when he told his jokes.

“Jin! I got one for you!” You say as you finally caught a breath. “How do you make a tissue dance?” You ask him and Jin shrugs his shoulders. You try to contain your laughter. “You put a little boogie in it!” Both of you burst into a fit of laughter as Jimin just stares at the both of you.

“Are you serious?” Jimin asked you not laughing at all.

You glance at him. “Well atleast Jin-oppa finds my jokes funny.” You notice at Jimin’s expression starting to darken at the little nickname you just gave Jin but you turn your attention back to Jin.

“Okay..okay! I have another one! Are you ready?!” You ask Jin as he sits and waits. “What type of shoes do ninjas wear?” You ask him and then you lean in when he doesn’t say anything and you whisper, “Sneakers..” Jin laughs so hard he starts to drool and you both are laughing so hard before Jimin says he’s ready to go.

By the third strike you were both standing in Jungkook’s dorm. It was a mess. Clothes were thrown in all places while food was left out instead of being thrown away into the garbage. “Jungkook!” You yell for him as your boyfriend gives you side glance as Jungkook walks into the living room from the hallway.

“What noona?” He asks you confused and you’re bewildered that he didn’t know. Jimin brushes passed you not liking Jungkook’s nickname for you as he and Jungkook take their places on the couch to play some games.

You shake your head as you start cleaning up his place. Starting with laundry and then moving to discard of the trash. “Kookie don’t get it like this again you hear me!” You shout from the laundry room.


Then you felt someone give you a back hug. “Thanks Noona! You’re the best!” Jungkook says to you as you finish the remainder of his clothes. Jimin stood in the doorway aggravation coming across his face.

By the time you were going to mess with him again you were walking home. More like following him home but he was walking to fast. Your fourth strike was a game until you ran into your ex boyfriend. You looked for your boyfriend Jimin to rescue but he walked a little too far ahead. Your ex boyfriend blocking your view.

“Y/N, what are you doing out so late? A girl like you shouldn’t be out here by herself..” he says to you as he gave you a weird vibe like always.

You tried to get away from him but he blocked you. “I’m not by myself, I’m with my boyfriend and he isn’t going to be fond of you keeping me.” You spat at him just as Jimin comes by your side. The look on his face, you knew you were dead when you got home.

And you were. By the time you both got home, he gave you the silent treatment knowing you hated it. You followed him around the house until he shoved you into your shared bedroom. “Did you have fun mocking me?” He asked you as he glared at you clearly pissed off.

You swallowed. You imagined he would be angry but not this angry. “It was a game at first but I wasn’t expecting to run into my ex boyfriend Jiminnie!” You try to reason with him.

“So you thought it was a game when you asked my hyung to show you his dance move?” He started. “Of all fucking dance moves you ask him that!” He yells at you.

You flinch but don’t move away. “We’re just friends Jimin!” You yell back.

He grits his teeth, his face tensing up. “Friends don’t dance like that together..” he growled pulling you into a heated kiss and pulls away. “You are mine Y/N!” He says as you pull him back down to kiss him but you’re not strong enough to keep him there.

“Take off your clothes and lay on the bed!” He orders you and you don’t need to be told twice. Seconds later you are bound to the bed frame. “Make a sound and see what happens.” He threatens just before he attaches himself to your nipples sucking and licking them as he brings them between his teeth.

The sudden action made you want to whimper beneath but you quickly bit your lip and squeezed your thighs together. He kissed and licked his way down to your hot core. “Already so wet and I haven’t even started.” He said as he opened your legs more harshly before attaching himself to you like a magnet.

Now it was a game to him as you clenched your eyes shut as you tried desperately to stay quiet because you knew if you watched him you weren’t going to last long and that’s when you knew it was a game. He licked your clit teasingly slow, barely touching it. He pulled away as he rubbed you. “Keep your eyes on me.” He says and your eyes flutter open as he goes back to eating you out. And just when you were about to release and ride his face, he pulls away.

He releases you from the bed frame and slams into you without warning. A loud moan escapes your lips as his thrusts become harsh and rough but it was still pleasurable. He grunts as you clench your pussy around his size and girth. Then he stops. No movement.

A game.

He smirks down at you as you try to rock your hips into his trying to get the friction you needed but he stills you. You whimper. “Don’t play a game you can’t finish Y/N..” he whispers.

You try to level out your pants. “Pl-Please fuck me…” you breathe out hating to beg.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch that?” He smirks. He really was doing this to you. You never beg and yet here you were.

“Fuck me dammit!” You yell. “Anything just please move and fuck me.” And he does. It doesn’t take long before you both come undone together and you’re in a crying, moaning mess.

“I’m sorry Jimin..I really am sorry.” You cried as he leans down and gives you a small kiss.

“Then don’t color me green.” He whispers.

anonymous asked:

What would be Shizuo's reaction to finding out Izaya has been in love with him since the moment they met and how fragile his heart really is? Would he even care Izaya is in a wheelchair?

I noticed something that I wanted to expand on but I think I can expand it along with your question haha.

Well, he would care. Regardless of his feelings towards Izaya it’s likely he would care because in his interview he said this:

…Anyway, if you’re going to make an opponent of that flea, don’t think of him as a human. It’s better to think of him as a zombie or something.

He probably mistakes himself of being human.

There’s no reason to treat him as a human. In many meanings.

One reason Shizuo thinks Izaya isn’t human (or refuses to acknowledge him as human) seems to be because Izaya is like a zombie in that he keeps coming back because he doesn’t ever seem to be beaten down.  

So if he knows Izaya is in a wheelchair he’d definitely care, because well it goes against his perception of Izaya as a zombie and would make him seem more human. That Izaya can and actually did get hurt - by his hand.

That ‘attachment’ of his…When there is one thing he has an eye on, it’s honestly ominous how focused he’ll become on it to where even your own life is irrelevant.

If there is any ‘fear’ towards him it would be that one point.

So, watch out. First, his own life is secondary to him. Anytime I thought “with this he’ll lay off,” he’ll take another step forward and come at me again.

Shizuo also thinks Izaya has no fear for his life. Unlike those people he beats up, Izaya not only is able to avoid his attacks, but he comes back and bothers Shizuo again and again because he has no fear of Shizuo killing him. Shizuo has taken it to mean that Izaya has no fear of losing his life.

Because I am lazy I’m not going to search through my likes, but I recall that Izaya is afraid of Shizuo now, and his fear has extended to the extent that he flinched (or showed some form of apprehension) when told that someone could lift up a vending machine and asked how far he could throw it (that someone couldn’t throw a vending machine) So he’s definitely fearful for his life.

And this is just my interpretation, but Shizuo’s ‘fear’ towards Izaya could be that of hurting him. Or him ruining his peace. But since Izaya has ruined Shizuo’s peace but Shizuo has always managed to get it back I’ll go with the first one, Shizuo doesn’t want to hurt anyone even if it’s Izaya. Throughout the passage Shizuo uses words like ‘fear’ ‘ominous’ ‘dangerous’ as if he’s apprehensive of something, and I don’t believe it’s just of Izaya ruining his peace. 

Either way Shizuo seems to think Izaya doesn’t treasure his life but he does - his feelings towards Shizuo just transcends that. So that’s an assumption on Shizuo’s part, an assumption which would be revoked if he saw Izaya in a wheelchair and scared of him. So he would care. Either for a logical or emotional reason.

As for Shizuo’s reaction, well, it’s a bit unlikely Shizuo would find out, even if my theory is accurate, I can’t imagine Izaya telling him of his feelings. But for how fragile his heart is, it’s possible he could (or has already) find/found that out from Shinra. And if he knows that while seeing Izaya, well it could make him more human in his eyes.

It’s ‘good’ that they had that death match because it ended up with Izaya in a wheelchair - and not dead. We now know just like Izaya refused to acknowledge Shizuo as human and called him a monster, Shizuo refuses to acknowledge Izaya as human and thinks he’s some kind of zombie (like Saika?). Part of the reason why he said there’s no meaning to Izaya being human could be because Izaya seems ‘invincible’ in that he seems to have no fear for his life and doesn’t get hurt and has no emotions (in that he’s not afraid or scared), nothing like humans who encounter a monster like him. 

So now Izaya after their death match seems to have the two things Shizuo thought he lacked - emotional fear and physical disability. Which would humanize him in Shizuo’s eyes.

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YOU AGAIN ~ part 6

Originally posted by unravelingthepain

*I can’t GIF so this isn’t miiiiine*

I am so sorry it took me this long to post part 6. It’s not as long and interactive, but I’m hoping it’s a start as to what happened and is going to happen with both of them.

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Part 1Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

words: 1768
paring: Lucifer x Reader (F)
warning: mention of violence and torture

You passed around the small room with Lucifer looking quite bored at you. Of all the things you thought you’d go through during your time on earth, this was definitely not it. He was slowly losing his patience and you we quickly losing your mind. You knew he’d eventually want some answers, that’s the logical thing, but even then you weren’t prepared.

“Will you stop pacing around already? You’ll make a hole big enough to drag everyone to hell if you keep it  up.” He said leaning into the wall. He was picking at a side of paper where it had come off the wall.

“I don’t have to say anything and I surely don’t need to stop pacing. This is my… room. If you’re unhappy you’re welcome to leave.” You said crossing your arms and looking at him with a straight face.

He smiled at you and that did bring back some memories.

“Suit yourself, but I’m only leaving once we have this long due talk, dear.”

You stopped on the other side of the room and leaned against the wall just as he had. You mirrored his position, but in a smaller scale.

“I would have never left you.” Was all you said and he stiffened, or at least that’s what you thought it was.

“But you did.” He said.

With a bitter smile you nodded. You did leave, but not for the reasons he imagined. “You already believe me to be the bad guy, right?” He didn’t answer. “Fine. I’ll clear a few things for you.”

Even though you said that, you stopped and looked around the room. This place was considered awful. Everyone thought this place was a dump, but to you it was your first home in a really long time.

“I was so ready to go against everything the heavens stood for. Everything your father wanted, just because of you. It’s true I didn’t agree 100% with all of your thought either, but it was better than the alternative. I had made up my mind and I was with you the whole time.” He was staring at you dead serious. Probably the first time he would listen to someone and not interrupt them. “All the rebellious actions we had done would eventually lead us to the fall and I was sure the day was near. I had prepared myself and I was damn ready to fall by your side.” You said that with a small smile. He didn’t flinch. His eyes were drawing you to tell him everything and this wasn’t his power, since he couldn’t even use it in you. This was what he always did. He pulled you in.

“That day I wanted to meet up with you, cause we both knew what was coming. It was obvious. So when I was making my way to you, I was stopped by Amenadeal, Nathaniel and Sariel. First they only wanted to talk, show me the wrongs of my doings.” You stared at the floor by this point. “They started out really nice. Like all they wanted was to help me be forgiven. All I had to do was turn on you and God would have mercy. I had to let you go and pay for my mistakes.”

Luficer takes two steps. He looked pissed off now. “So that’s what you did? You chose forgiveness over me? You regretted everything just like that?” He snapped his fingers.

“Let me finish, you fool. This serves to prove just how little you know me.” You said between your teeth. You were hurt, angry and over all sad. He leaned to the wall again and waited. “I said no.” You said looking him straight in the eye.

“I told them that no matter what was the outcome of our actions together. The rebellion we brought up together. I was ready to deal with the consequences, as long as we were together. That was it. I loved you enough to let everything go. They already knew that so they were more prepared than I was.”

You moved nervously towards the mattress you slept in and pulled from underneath it two long pearl white with auburn details daggers.

“They came at me with their swords and I only had these. I have no idea for how long the fight went, but at the end, I didn’t have my wings. Sariel and Nathaniel each grabbed a wing and pulled to the sides. Amenadeal was sweet enough to tie my arms down for that part. My legs were pinned to the ground using their swords. I was covered in blood and in so much pain. All I wanted to do was faint, but no matter what they did I was fully aware of it. That was the first time I thought of killing a holly being. Then, when I finally felt like I was going to either faint or die, I heard you scream. Your brothers had left me and I was alone.” You didn’t dare look at Lucifer. If you did you wouldn’t finish what you had to say.

“I waited for whatever was supposed to happen next, but there was nothing waiting for me. All I heard was a fight so far away and from time to time, your screams.” You had tried so hard to forget about that day. To now relive it with Lucifer. It was hurting like you never thought it would.

“Then your screams stopped. There was a flash of light so bright, that was when I knew you had fallen. I knew you were falling alone and there was nothing I could do. I tried to get up, but I didn’t have the strength to move or even scream your name. I tried so much. Then, after what felt like forever, someone showed up.” You bit your lip in anger. “Your mom appeared by my side and she was sad. I could feel it. She kneeled down and whispered to me ‘you’re the reason this is all happening. Hope you get what you deserve’ and she left.” 

You remember how hollow you felt. Not even the aches in your body were enough to surpass the numbness of the moment. You knew she wasn’t your biggest fan, especially with the rebellion going on, but to blame it all on you. Well that would have made you very angry had you not been hurting too much already.

“After the goddess left some cloaked angels came, they took the swords off and made them disappear, grabbed me by my arms for the longest time through a maze of hallways. Until they stopped, opened a door and led me in a room. I don’t even know if I’d call it a room. There were chains on the walls and it was dark and cold. After they chained my neck to the wall they left.” Even though you tried to get away from them, but you knew that what you attempted was probably just a shiver, that to you felt like a lot.

“Since that day they waited for my wings to grow out to pull them apart again. I don’t know if you know this, but only pure angels get wings like that” you snapped your fingers “my kind waits for them to grow and it is a long and hurtful process. They would freeze the room and then make it too hot, someone would come from time to time to free the chain from my neck and move it to a wrist or ankle. They would beat me all the time and I always fought back. Until it came a day where I didn’t fight, I just waited for it to be over. It was like that for… well, for as long as I can remember since that day. I was tortured in many ways, some days they were creative and some they weren’t.” You raised your eyes towards Lucifer and tried to smile. You failed miserably, but you weren’t crying. “I asked about you over and over, but never did I hear anyone’s voice, only my own. I don’t even know who beat me up all those times.”

Lucifer stayed quiet just looking at you. He was so confused, you could tell by the look on his face.

“Yeah, that was it. Do you want to hear more? ‘Cause you know, your brothers and sisters are really fucked up. They are angels, but most of them aren’t good.”

Lucifer walked towards you and stopped at arms length. He looked sad, almost broken, but he didn’t say anything.

“You don’t have to look at me like that.” You said making your way around his frozen frame. “I’m not going to break in front of you right now and I don’t expect you to comfort me or anything. I just told you the truth because that’s what you asked for. Now that you have it, you can leave.”

He turned and looked at you perplexed. “I didn’t know…”

“Oh, I know you didn’t know that, sweetie.”

“(Y/N), I’m…”

“Don’t say ‘I’m sorry’ if you’re going to apologize for the tortures, that’s not on you. What’s on you is making up a story in your head and believing in it instead of talking to me about it, but then again I didn’t want to talk about it, so I don’t mind. We’re good.” You didn’t really know if what you were saying was the truth, but it’s what you wanted at the moment. For both of you to be good.

“How can we be good? We have to punish… whoever is responsible.” 

“That’s cute. The devil punishing angels. There’s nothing to be done, okay? Just accept it and move on. That’s what I’m trying to do.” You said sitting down on your mattress.

“How did you escape?” He said still sort of frozen. He wasn’t moving much.

“One day the door opened. The chain vanished and light slipped into the dark room. My wings were fully grown so I thought someone was coming again, so I waited. Nothing happened for a long time, then an angel I had never seen walked in and said ‘You’re a joy bringer to humans, don’t forget that’s your duty.’ And then I showed up here.” You raised your arms in a dramatic way.

“(Y/N)…” he whispered.

“You’re in a little bit of a shock, bud. That’s okay, it’ll pass. Go home and get some rest, will you?” You said as you layed down and closed your eyes. You didn’t change clothes or anything. But when you opened them he was gone.

The Songbird (Thorin x female reader)

Title: The Songbird
The Hobbit
Genre: Smut. Kinda PWP.
Rating: R
Summary:  Imagine Thorin tying a ponytail before going down on you, because his hair gets in the way. (Based on this imagine from imaginexhobbit and Admin Kim’s request for a drabble.)
Warnings/Notes: Every time I write something based on imaginexhobbit, I try to keep it under 1k words so I can just submit it to the blog instead of sending in a link, but I never manage it. I’m just a wordy person, I guess. I hope y’all like this!

You thought you were alone. You were sitting at the table, working on a very important, very intricate little bead, and, because you thought you were alone, you had allowed yourself to sing. You’d started out humming to yourself: first a jaunty little nonsense melody that made you smile to yourself, which then transformed into a cheerful song you remembered from your childhood, which finally turned into full-on singing complete with lyrics made up as you went along. Of course, you were careful not to let yourself get too carried away–this was delicate work, after all, and much more important than amusing yourself in song.

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Sharing memories when sick - Sebastian Stan

Originally posted by seabasschino

Words; 815

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Rating: all ages

This is just something cute and short. I basically wrote this for me because I love cute and short. I hope anyone else likes it to. 

Requests are open! 

Y/N wakes up in the middle of the night feeling horrible. Her stomach is hurting more than ever and her head is pounding.

Signing she puts her head on her for head and feels it glowing under it.

She goes to sit up straight and the room starts spinning around her. She closes her eyes to wait for it to go away.

‘What is going on?’ Sebastian asks looking up at his girlfriend next to him in his bed.

‘I feel sick’ she mumbles. Sebastian immediately sits up and puts his cold hand on her head.

‘You are indeed getting sick. Lay back down sweetheart’ he tells her softly. Gently he helps her to lie back down and puts the covers over her body.

‘Where are you going?’ Y/N asks when Sebastian is getting out of bed.

‘I am just getting some pain medications and an extra blanket’ he smiles at her before he walks out of their shared room.

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No Control | Chapter Six


Micky Bennett: college student, loyal friend, aspiring nurse, One Direction fan, Harry Styles enthusiast. Her best friend, Trevor, wins tickets to a show in New Jersey with meet and greet passes. Micky expects a quick photo op with the boys and a great night at the concert with her best friend. What she gets a whole lot more than she bargained for.

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The subway lets out right in front of NYU, so Trev parts ways with us, calling for us to have a nice day. Paul trails behind us by about ten yards, trying his best to not look like a bodyguard in his blue button down and khakis. The weather is the best it’s been so far, even though it’s mid-August, and there’s a slight breeze to keep the sun from being too intense. Harry keeps ahold of my hand as we walk down the sidewalk the few blocks to McNally’s. No one even gives us a second glance, which Harry comments on with a content smile. 

“McNally’s is a book shop?” Harry asks when we finally come up on the storefront. There’s no one really in there at this time of day, thankfully, and the street is fairly empty, as well. Apparently people have better things to do on a summer day than go to a book store in Lower Manhattan.

“Yeah, and a cafe. It’s my favourite.” He holds the door open for me as we walk in, sliding his hand to my lower back. “Do you want coffee or tea or anything?”

“They got breakfast tea?”

I confirm that they do, and Harry offers to grab us a table while I order. One of my favourite baristas, Rob, is working today, and he greets me with a smile when I step up to the counter.  

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Vidcon Troubles

Title: Vidcon Troubles

Author: phillyscloud

Artist: mysmallblacksoul

Beta: microwavehowell

Word Count: 5k

Rating: Anyone

Warnings: Non-graphic mentions of vomit

Summary: Dan and Phil are arguing leading up to an important panel at vidcon when everything seems to fall to pieces onstage…

Author Notes: Thanks to my incredibly talented artist and beta! Drawings for the fic are here: 

Phil groaned as the plane gave another violent rock and his stomach muscles contracted, fighting the urge to puke. Giving in, he heaved what was left inside his stomach into a bag, squeezing his eyes shut as the plane made a sudden dip. His dinner didn’t taste nearly as good coming up as it did going down.

“Water,” Phil croaked. Dan rubbed his drowsy eyes and clumsily handed him a bottle, wishing for once he wasn’t sat next to Phil. The plane ride was eleven hours long and neither of them had managed to get a single hour of sleep. There was an unusual amount of turbulence shaking the plane and it had kept the two up the whole night. Turning over, Dan tried to block the pathetic sounds of Phil whimpering into a bag and squeezed his eyes shut.

By the time Dan and Phil arrived at the Hilton for Vidcon, it was 3:00 in the morning and all they wanted to do was fall into hibernation. Phil’s throat was burning from the acidic taste of motion sickness and his stomach painfully empty. As much as they loved their friends and fans, the next day was jam-packed full of things to do and they were dreading it. With wobbly knees they stumbled blindly into their hotel room and didn’t bother with the lights, slumping simultaneously into bed.

A few restless hours of jetlag went by before Dan was jolted awake by Phil’s star formation.

“Phil!” Dan mumbled shaking Phil awake.

“Huh?” Phil shook his head, the sleep slowly leaving his body.

“Move over, you’re taking up the whole bed!”

Dan shoved Phil’s legs to the other side of the bed with his feet. “Seriously? You woke me up just for that?” Phil rolled his eyes.

“Yeah well I was finally asleep! You can’t just take over the whole bed.” Dan scowled with as much passion as his sleepy face could muster.

“Wow, no need to be so rude.” This time it was Phil’s turn to pull an angry face before rolling over again.

“Whatever, I"m getting up anyways.” Dan rubbed his sleep deprived face before getting out of bed and heading to the kitchen.

“Wait! Dan I don’t think you should..” Phil trailed off as Dan drowsily walked into the kitchen, snatching up his cereal and peering into the unusually light box before groaning.

“Seriously Phil? We’ve only been in this hotel for what, a few hours? And you’ve STILL managed to eat at least half my cereal.” Dan rolled his eyes before chucking the box back, letting the majority of the remaining contents spill out across the bench.

“Well you don’t need to be so sassy about it” Phil replied as he edged into the kitchen and scooped up a handful of the bench cereal to eat. Dan glared at Phil before he stormed back into the bedroom to get changed.

Phil heard Dan’s stomach growl from across the room and felt a small pang of guilt. “There’s still some cereal left, you don’t have to go hungry.”

“Oh no, I don’t want it.” Phil raised his eyebrow. Dan could be such a drama queen when he was tired.

“Fine. Whatever. Go hungry then.” Phil tilted his chin and left the room.

This day was NOT off to a good start. Dan flinched at the thought of them having to go out together in a few hours. Some of their overseas friends were expecting to meet up, and it would be rude not to show. What’s more, at around midday they would have to go do their first panel. Hopefully they would work things out before then, because fighting onstage was not their brand.

“Look, Dan broke the silence between them as they walked to the lift. The few metres they were walking apart felt like miles compared to how close they usually walked. "As much as I don’t want to admit it, both of us are getting on each others nerves. How about we agree to not say much to each other today to avoid fighting”.

“Yeah okay,” Phil grumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

As they stepped inside, Phil fumbled with the buttons and accidentally hit the wrong one. He flinched as Dan sounded a huff of disapproval, making the trip down even more tense.

The doors opened at the ground floor and Dan spotted familiar colourful hair bouncing his way. “Hey Tyler!” He sighed as he stepped out of the lift, relieved to finally have something to take his mind of the frustration of Phil.

“Dan! It"s so good to see you, and Phil too!” Tyler grinned upon spotting Phil still lurking in the lift. “I didn’t notice you behind Dan there, normally you two are joined at the hip,” Tyler laughed. He stopped upon noticing the tension between the two, desperately trying to find something to talk about.

“Oh look, Louise is here!” Phil let out a breath he didn’t realise he was holding and hurried away to greet her, hastily abandoning the awkward silence.

As Tyler and Dan continued chatting, more and more youtubers started to fill the lobby. Everything had been going perfectly. Dan was on one side of the room, Phil on the other. By now all the other youtubers had got the message they weren’t in the mood to talk about it, so there was no need to bring it up.

A petite girl with hair the colour of lapis scurried up to Phil and tapped him on the shoulder, giving him a fright. She looked to be around the age of 14 and was taking no care to hide the excitement bursting from her face.


Phil chuckled. Although he didn’t catch a thing of what she said, he could predict what she was after. He smiled, taking her phone out of her trembling hand before realising that usually Dan would be the one to take the photo.

As if on cue, the girl asked, “Shouldn’t we get Dan to be in this too? I thought you two were like, inseparable.”

Phil paused, weighing out his answer carefully. As he stumbled out some weak excuse, he could tell the girl didn’t believe him, but fortunately she didn’t seem too worried and nervously gave a final hug before bouncing off to find Dan.

Time passed by fast as Dan and Phil chatted to numerous friends and a few lucky fans. Not once had they needed to talk, although Dan was getting worried. Avoiding the problem wasn’t going to fix it, and the glances they were giving each other weren’t exactly on brand with their personalities. By this point everyone knew something was up, but nobody could bring themselves to confront the matter.

It was getting increasingly close to the panel, and they needed to find a way fix things with each other before they got worse and they started to snowball. It was just a matter of who started the apologies. Neither of them saw themselves in the wrong and depended on the other to make things up.

Dan glanced at his phone to check the time and his eyes widened. He finished off his conversation before turning round to leave, when Louise tapped him on the shoulder.

“Hey, is something up between you and Phil?”

“I literally have no idea. I guess we didn’t have the best sleep last night, as we got in at 3 in the morning, but that can’t explain how much we’ve been fighting. I’m kind of worried, ya know? What if we argue during the panel or something.”

Louise gave him a sympathetic look.

“I know what you mean. My advice is to avoid fighting as best as you can and try not to make it too obvious to the fans that you’re upset, which will be hard because they’re like little Sherlock Holmes.”

Dan laughed dryly. “I guess I’ll find a way.” He nodded a thanks before turning around and heading back to his and Phil’s room.

Throughout the rest of the day things didn’t seem to get any better. Phil smashed a bowl, resulting in an angry Dan. Dan yawned at stuck his leg out, accidentally tripping Phil up. They were like two siblings squabbling with each other on a car ride home. Every so often, one of them would attempt to do something to break the awkward silence hanging around in the air, before it would result in another argument.

It was clear both of them were tired beyond belief, and probably slightly ill from lack of sleep. If they could just hold on till after the talk, they could both go back to the hotel and get a well-deserved nap.   

Before long it was the afternoon and nearly time for the panel. As they headed towards the building it was to be held in, both of them were overflowing with worry.  It seemed dramatic, but they never fought like this, what if they never stopped?

As they rode over to the hall the panel was being held in, Dan looked over at Phil quickly, and felt a tiny pain through his stomach. Phil’s face looked sleep-deprived and miserable. He was slumped in his seat, like a weight was pushing down on his back, and it looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks. Phil’s anxious fingers ran through his hair, disheveling it and ruining any last strand he had of looking put together.

Dan couldn’t say much himself, though. As he peered in the small rearview mirror of the golf cart he spotted jaded red eyes and dull violet bags. His nails were bitten down to the raw beds and his hair had curled significantly since he last walked out of their hotel room.

They arrived at the green room slightly early, before any of the other youtubers, which gave them time to sort out a plan for avoiding all arguments. "How about we just sit on opposite sides of the stage? That way we won’t have any reason to talk to each other and we’ll avoid arguing.”

Phil sighed hesitantly before agreeing. “Sure, whatever. You do know everyone’s going to realise something"s up though, right?”

Dan rolled his eyes. “Of course, captain obvious, but we can just deal with it, I’m sure we’ll solve our shit later.”

Just before they started up again Joe and Caspar bounded in, before seeing their grumpy faces and halted at the door. “Hey, Dan? Phil? You guys okay?”

Dan stood up, brushing off imaginary dust. “Yeah actually, I was just leaving.” He turned around and left quickly, leaving a very confused looking Joe and Caspar, and a grumpy Phil.

Five minutes later all the youtubers on the panel had filed into the green room and were now being escorted to the wings of the stage, ready to go on. Silently, both Dan and Phil were praying their names would be read out separately to avoid the confusion and awkwardness when they sat down on different sides of the stage. Sure enough, however, when it was their turn the host called them up they were introduced as ’Dan and Phil’.

Dan headed up first, grinning and waving to the fans before sitting in a chair on the right side of the room. Phil headed up next, doing the same before heading to the left side. They both internally cringed as fans looked mortified, totally exaggerating for such a small difference, but understanding their concern. This also earned some confused and concerned looks from the other youtubers, but no one brought anything up, leaving them both relieved.

The panel was going along smoothly. Nobody dared to ask why Dan and Phil were sitting on opposite sides of the stage and ignoring each other’s conversations, although everyone was certainly wondering why. That is, until it was time for fans to start asking questions.

Almost right at the start of the fan Q&A, the host of the panel was scanning the audience and tossed the microphone to an eager looking fan.

“Um, this isn’t really related to the panel or anything, but why aren’t Dan and Phil sitting next to each other? And why have they ignored each other this whole time?”

Dan’s stomach started to drop as noises of agreement filled the room and everyone turned their heads in a sea of judgement to stare at him. How could he have been so stupid to hope that no one would point it out? He glanced around anxiously, finding the worried faces of other youtubers peering back at him.

He thought of all the annoying things Phil had done that day and tried to ignore them and come up with something rational. He started mumbling an excuse before a flush of anger rushed through him. The fans deserved to know the truth, all Phil had been was rude, why shouldn’t he say? Before he could truly think, Dan grabbed the microphone and brought it to his lips.

“Phil’s just been really rude-”

“Hold on, Phil interrupted, scowling at Dan. You’re kidding right? The whole day you’ve been the one snapping at me.”

“Oh I’m sorry, did the middle of my sentence interrupt the beginning of yours?”

Before anyone could stop them, Dan and Phil started a full blown argument on stage.

Fans and friends alike were gawking, eyes and mouths open in shock as they watched the two duel it off. It was a horrific game of insult tennis that nobody knew how to handle.

“You’re so disrespectful sometimes!”

“Me? YOU always leave the house in a mess, you can’t even get your shit together!”

“Are you calling me a bloody klutz?” Suddenly, Phil was furious. His face was heated scarlet and his hands curled in cartoonish fists by his sides.

“Yes. Also you’re a useless cook.” Dan smirked, knowing this was getting under Phil’s skin.

Finally, Phil’s bubble had burst. Without thinking about anything other than hurting Dan, he scoured his mind for an insult that would hurt Dan more than anything else.

“At least people like me, don’t you realise everyone just tolerates you? I started youtube first, you’re only here because of me.”

Instantly, Phil’s eyes widened, shocked at what he had just said. Sure, he had wanted to say something spiteful, but wasn’t that a little harsh? Of course he didn’t mean any of it, but he was still too angry to think straight.

If the room was quiet, things had gotten even quieter. Everyone in the hall was holding their breath as all eyes turned to Dan, bracing themselves for the next insult. Instead, fans watched in horror as his chin trembled and with big puppy dog eyes, a tear broke free, followed by an unbroken stream.

Covering his face with his hands, he shot up from the chair, sending it tumbling backwards and ran off the stage.

Simultaneously everyone turned to Phil, who, still nearly visibly fuming. He was still boiling but his eyes held a different emotion. Worried, he pushed back his chair and muttered under his breath before storming off in the other direction.


A few seconds passed by as everyone stood with their mouths wide open in a mix of shock and uncertain worry. What the hell had just happened? Was this real? Youtubers and fans alike stood gawking before Joe slowly leaned over to the microphone to talk.

"I think we’re going to have to cut this one a little short, guys-”

It was almost as if someone flicked a switch when the fans started acting in hysterics.

People were yelling questions fanatically, scrambling and pushing for no apparent reason. Had they all just witnessed the falling of Dan and Phil? Exaggerated tweets were being made, videos were being uploaded and the rumors were already spreading.

“Excuse me!” Joe had climbed onto the table and was attempting to get the attention of the panicked audience.

“Hello?” Annoyed, he turned up the volume of the microphone.


At this, some of the fans seemed to turn their attention toward him and the panic started to die down. He took a deep breath and yelled over the racket. “I know things have gone a little… haywire, but as you can probably tell, we have some things to sort out now. We’re so sorry this had to be cut short but we promise to make it up to you soon!” With that, he jumped down before running off stage, the other youtubers following in pursuit

Louise groaned once they met in the stage wings. “What the heck just happened?”

“I don’t know but it didn’t look good, should we go find them?”

“Yeah that’s a good idea, does anyone know what would be best or where to find them?” Everyone went quiet as they thought about what to do, but it was hard because they were all in such a hurry to sort things out.

“Okay, this might sound strange but I have an idea.” Louise stepped forward and addressed the group. “Let’s split up into two groups. Tyler, you go with one half and look for Dan, and the other half come with me and look for Phil. When we have found them both, be careful not to upset them any further, as they’ve already been through enough. We need to find a way to bring them back together and make up.”

The others nodded in agreement at the plan. It was the best they had in such a short time space and no one really knew what else to do.

Both halves said their goodbyes before splitting off and starting the search.

First, Tyler started off if some of Dan’s favourite places. There were little spots he liked to go after meet and greets, or places to eat lunch where no one but his closest friends could find him, but Tyler couldn’t find him anywhere. The group searched and searched, everyone pitching in suggestions, but he seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth.

Finally, as they were about to give up, Tyler heard what sounded like crying coming from a nearby bathroom. “You guys stay here”, he raised an eyebrow before walking off, following the noise emitting from the bathroom. As he walked in, Tyler could easily tell that the sobbing was coming from Dan.

“Dan, is that you?” Tyler called out, just to make sure. The crying hushed for a second before Dan started again.

“Just le-leave me a-alone!”

Unsure of how to help, Tyler knocked on the door.

“Can I please come in?”

Tyler heard Dan sniff a few times before the crying stopped and everything went quiet. He opened the door slightly.

“Dan! Are you okay?” Tyler stuck his head through the crack in the door to reveal a tear ridden Dan. His nose was cherry red and it was clear from his bagged eyes he’d been crying for sometime. His dark lashes brimmed heavy with tears and a few tracked down to his wobbling chin. Dan responded with a few sniffles before opening the door to the bathroom stall to let Tyler in fully. Relieved, Tyler relaxed. “You can’t stay in there forever you know.”

“I can’t believe that j-just happened.” Dan rubbed his eyes before sinking down the wall to the floor where he sat, his knees hugging his chest. “And now it’s going to be all over the internet and people are going to see me cr-crying a-and it’s so emb-embarrassing!” Dan buried his head in his knees and didn’t move as Tyler hugged him from above as non awkwardly as he possibly could.

“Hey, it’s okay, you know Phil didn’t mean anything he said.”

“But what if he did?” Dan mumbled tiredly.

“Did you mean anything you said?”

“Of course not!”


Dan looked at least a little better as Tyler stretched out a hand to pull him off the floor. “Do you think you’re ready to go back outside now?” Gently, Tyler lead Dan out of the bathroom and into the corridor.

Phil was easy to find. It didn’t take long for Louise and her group to spot him sulking like a toddler on the steps out the back of one of the buildings.

“Is that Phil?” Cat asked, squinting at the tall blob sitting on the steps outside. Everyone turned their heads to stare, and as they got closer, determined that it was indeed Phil. “Hold on, you should go talk to him alone Louise, I don’t think he would want a whole crowd going over.”

“Okay, good idea, you guys go back inside and I’ll text you soon to keep you guys updated.” Louise watched everyone turn back around before making her way over to Phil and gently tapping him on the back. Phil jumped at the touch and attempted a frown when he saw Louise.

“I don’t want to be rude but please go away.” Phil grumbled as he turned back around, settling back into his previous position with his hands resting over his face.

Louise could almost smile at that comment, it was so typical Phil. Even when he was angry, he always seemed to be considerate about it.. except that didn’t seem to be the case earlier when he was fighting with Dan.

“Oh Phil.” Louise sat down slowly, positioned cautiously away from Phil just in case he was still truly angry. “I know you didn’t mean what you said earlier.”

“I might have.” Phil grumbled into his hands.

“Look at me,” Louise spoke in a tone that was so different from her voice earlier. It was strong yet gentle, in a way that a teacher would, when speaking to a class.

Phil turned his head hesitantly to look at Louise. She could easily see through his mask of anger.

“I know that you love him, just as he loves you. Although you may be angry with him right now, I promise that forgiving each other will be the best thing you do today. Could you really look me in the eye and tell me that everything you’ve said and done today was the right thing to do?”

Louise paused to look at Phil and he hesitated before shaking his head.

“Exactly, I promise that if you go talk to him now you’ll thank me later.”

Once she was done speaking they shared a look, and she could tell that Phil had cooled down and was finally starting to think with a level head again.

“I feel terrible.” Louise gave a sympathetic smile as Phil groaned and lay his head on her shoulder. “I just can’t believe I said some of the stuff I did, and now it’s on the internet forever-” Louise rubbed Phil’s back and listened as he ranted on.

Once he was done, Louise could tell Phil felt a lot better, and without speaking she held out a hand to help him up.

“Wait Louise, I don’t think I’m ready.”

“To talk to Dan?” She tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow as Phil nervously nodded. “Of course you are! He’s your best friend, silly.”

“I just feel kind of embarrassed about the whole situation, you know?”

Smiling, Louise rolled her eyes before taking Phil’s hand without another word, and leading him off to get the others and find Dan.

Louise texted Tyler as they walked back in the building.

Louise: found dan?

Tyler: yeah hes with me

Louise: cool i have phil lets meet

Tyler: okay lets meet somewhere priv so they can talk alone

Louise: conference room 3rd floor?

Tyler: yup see you soon

Phil and the rest of his group arrived to see Tyler and Dan waiting around. Immediately, his stomach did a record summersault, and it reminded him of the time he attempted to flip pancakes. The thought made him queasy, and as he made eye contact with Dan, he could tell he wasn’t the only one feeling the nerves.

Dan was a wreck. His forlorn, caramel eyes were tinged red from crying and wide with worry. A bleeding lip was chewed on, a habit Dan had when he was anxious. His posture was rigid, like a deer ready to fleet, and his hair curled in partial ringlets from sweat.

On Dan’s end, Phil didn’t look to go either. His jet black hair was tousled from a nail-bitten hand repeatedly running through it, ruining what was a straight black fringe only a few hours ago. His sky blue eyes were contrasted against the bloodshot tinge of white and they were jaded, filled to the brim with exhaustion. Phil’s cheeks were flushed scarlet, and the whole look gave a scarily striking feel.

“We’ll leave you to it.” Louise ignored Phil’s pleading look, before shooting a glance at the small crowd of other youtubers that clearly meant for them to leave.

Phil walked across the room silently, and without any explanation, wrapped Dan in a tight hug. Instantly Phil could feel Dan melt into his touch, and relief was rushing through his system like a faucet switched on full blast, quickly filling his entire body. A small smile grew on his lips as he reluctantly pulled away from Dan. Although all he wanted in that moment was to be wrapped in an eternal embrace, he had to set a few things right.

Meanwhile, outside the conference room, the other youtubers were doing some work of their own. Caspar had been assigned the ‘spy’, and was balancing precautiously on a chair, peering through one of the overhead windows into the conference room. They justified that it was to, ‘check that everything was going well’, but really they were all there for the cute making up.

“Aw, and now they’re hugging again.” Caspar grinned as he informed the others.

“Ahh! I just ship them so hard, I knew it wouldn’t take much for them to make up.” Louise smiled happily.

“I’m so sorry!” Phil ended, his wide eyes now luminous with tears. I can’t believe I was so immature, and what I said was so horrid! You didn’t really believe any of the thi-

Phil was interrupted by a kiss. It was gentle and soft, comforting in a way that words could never be. Dan stroked a finger across Phil’s cheek, brushing away a stray tear. “I think we both just need a long nap and lots of cuddles.” He smiled warily before Phil let out a shaky laugh, and Dan followed. Before long they were giggling like idiots for no reason other than the sweet feeling of relief. Relief. What a syrupy sentiment. Like silver bubbles floating about in your belly.

Caspar turned away from the window, blushing a glorious shade of crimson. Joe frowned, “What is it, are they in trouble?”

“No, definitely not, they’re making up alright, but I think we should leave them to it.” Louise started blushing as well.

“What?! They aren't…” Louise trailed off, although Caspar didn’t need her to continue on to know what she was implying, and it made him blush harder.

“Ew, NO!” He whisper shouted. “I just mean it’s obvious they’re happy again and we should leave them to it.” Caspar silently prayed that the other youtubers would get the message, and thankfully, as they did, he followed them promptly out of the building.

Shortly after, Dan and Phil left too, going round through the back doors so they wouldn’t bump into anyone. Both of their bodies were aching to collapse on their hotel bed and fall back into a slumber more peaceful than the night before. To just pretend that none of this nightmare day ever happened. That would have been nice, but underneath that suggestion of sleep was a much more appealing desire.

Not sex, or anything close. There was plenty of time for that on later occasions, and they were exhausted. Instead, it was the urge to cuddle and giggle and reassure each other, because what had happened that day needed to be made up for, and gentle love was the perfect answer. As the evening passed on and night started, they cuddled and whispered silly promises like a high-schooler’s first love.

It was well into the night and Phil’s warmth against Dan’s own felt like a touch of heaven. His soft spoken words and forgiving kisses tasted like honey and piano songs.

“Thank you,” Phil pulled back and mouthed in barely more than a whisper.

“For what?” Dan cocked his head, confused.


Phil’s voice wavered slightly before leaning in to kiss Dan once again. This one was different to the others. It was more passionate, more heated. It was less about forgiving and more about love. Even through the thick film of fatigue plastered over them, the kiss was spirited and alive. Satisfied and completely worn out, having used their last strains of energy, both of them gently broke apart before collapsing, and drifting off into peaceful slumber.

It was the end of a long, eventful day, but tomorrow would be better.

We’re Not Too Far Gone (Part 3) - Carl Grimes Imagine

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requests: could you do a multi chapter fic where like the reader is like 14?? and like negan takes her from hilltop to raise her as his own but she doesnt like him so she runs away and she gets captured by like dwight and thats the part where glenn and michonne are also captured aswell and they get to the lineup and thats where negan notices her and ricks group are “ shookt ” and when carl tries to hunt down negan and fails he ends up meeting reader during the tour and they form a great friendship??

and about the “ negans daughter” thing can you make the reader really close w jesus and he gets really upset when negan takes her away?? thanks aha

pairings: carl x reader

a/n: i’ve been reading the spider-man comics and i’m so in love with peter honestly why can’t guys my age be like him… also i’m not super happy with how this came out but you know the next part should be better 

word count: 1,383

tagged users: @deeindarkwonderland @namelesslosers 

“If you think any amount of pain you can inflict on me will make me wish I was dead, you don’t know me one damn bit,” you spat. Your body still shook, but no longer out of fear. You were fuming with rage, and your heart was beating abnormally quickly, making your jaw shudder. 

Negan feigned shock, placing his hand over his heart. “My, oh, my! I knew you were a sassy one, but jeez… You sure know how to mouth off.” Negan’s face reflected one thing, and one thing only: He was pissed. You were alike Negan in the sense that you didn’t back down. 

“I’m just getting started,” you replied, gritting your teeth out of habit. Negan chuckled at the ground, then stood back up. He wandered back towards Rick, glancing down at him like a king talking to a servant from a pedestal. He swung his bat from off his shoulder and aimed it at Rick’s chest. Rick stared blankly past Negan, seemingly distracted and unstable. 

“Give me your shit, or I will kill you.” Negan smiled devilishly, leaning back and laughing a little at the reaction he was receiving from Rick. “Today was career day.” Negan bobbed the bat up and down as he began to walk towards you again, pointing its end at each person he passed along the way. 

“We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. Little Miss (Y/N) over here has seen a lot of what I’ve created first-hand, but I can confirm that she has no idea in the damn world what I’m about to show all of you sorry bastards.” 

You flinched when you heard your name fall from his vulgar lips, hating the way it sounded as it rolled off his tongue. Thankfully, Negan turned away from you, and back to Rick. He repeated his actions, pointing the tip of the bat at him. “You work for me now.” 

Negan firmly planted his large boots in the ground and pointed the head of his bat at each of you individually. “You have shit, you give it to me. That’s your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it–you most certainly will. 

Negan had seemingly forgotten you were there, for he was so focused on getting Rick’s attention and keeping it. “You ruled the roost. You,” Negan paused, sighing through his teeth before continuing, “built something. You thought you were safe.” 

A boy wearing a cowboy hat with a gauze pad covering his eye stared in shock at Rick with his mouth wide open. His eyes followed the bat up to Negan, and then settled on you. His mouth closed as you looked him in the eye. Shivers went up your arms. Whether they were from the freezing cold air or not, you couldn’t tell. 

“I get it,” Negan rambled. Your eyes darted towards the short brown-haired woman, who gagged silently. “But the word is out. You are not safe–Not even close. In fact, you are pegged… More pegged if you don’t do what I want, and what I want is half your shit.” 

You knew it was coming. You had already gone through this at the Hilltop. It was heartbreaking the first time, but it wasn’t nearly as suspenseful. You weren’t there when Negan found out about your community. You had only heard of what happened in the stories that Jesus told you. As far as you were concerned, nothing this extravagant happened to anyone in your group. 

You were at Negan’s mercy like never before. Half your supplies had been taken by him, then you were taken, yourself. You had almost escaped, but he was too good for you. If Negan’s third time was a charm, you were as good as dead. 

“And if that’s too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it’ll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life, now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, someone knocks on your door,” Negan paused once again, pacing slowly towards you. 

“You let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us, and we will knock it down.” Rick blinked as Negan jutted the end of his bat towards his head. “You understand?” Rather than answering, Rick stared blankly past you. His face was almost as pale as the woman next to him, only he showed no expression. It was like he was unaware of how much weighed on his response to such a simple question. 

Negan leaned forward and put his hand to his ear. “What?” he whispered. “No answer?” Negan stood up straight and dragged his fingertips over his chin, through his beard. “You don’t really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished. Now, did you?” His indiction of each word grew more and more powerful with each word he said. 

“I don’t wanna kill you people.” Rick’s breathing sped up, and yours followed suit. “Just wanna make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can’t do that if you’re dead. Now, can you?” Negan’s head turned towards you painfully slowly. 

“For you, my dear…” Negan said excitedly. He sauntered in front of you and squatted to your level. “I’m not sure what to do with you, just yet… Anyone got any suggestions?” He turned on his heels to face the group, who were all staring at you questionably. 

You tilted your head down, and a tear fell from your eye onto your leg. You wiped your face quickly, unaware that you had even begun to cry. Your thumb began tapping your thigh–a nervous habit you had developed over the years. 

“Alrighty, then. I guess Lucille shall decide her fate… if none of you are willing to compensate.” Your eyes eyes widened exponentially as Negan raised his bat above his head. You couldn’t make a sound, but the boy who you had glanced at earlier shrieked before Negan could crash the bat on top of your head. 

Negan smirked and halted his motions, allowing Lucille to rest on his shoulder. He spun quickly to face the boy, whose face had been drained of all color, aside from the pink that splotched his cheeks and nose. “Alright! Now, things are starting to get exciting!”

Negan chuckled to himself, then focused on Rick once more. Like he wasn’t completely willing to take your life. Like he didn’t just make your heart thrash momentarily. Your breaths were quick, and you were sobbing at that point. Your eyes trailed up from your shaking hands to the boy who sat across from you. You couldn’t help but stare, for it was your only way of acknowledging his bravery. 

“I’m not growin’ a garden, but you killed my people–A whole damn lot of them. More than I’m comfortable with, and for that… For that, you’re gonna pay.” He darted his head back to you again, and you dropped your head instantly. You gave up. You were at his mercy, and you were willing to do whatever he said you needed to. 

“So. now… I’m gonna beat the holy hell out of one ‘a you.” He replaced his grip on Lucille and spun her in his hands. “This… This is Lucille, as (Y/N) is very aware, and she is awesome.” Your shoulders shook when he said your name. 

“All this… All this is just so we can pick out which one ‘a you gets the honor.” Negan paced back and forth, passing over each person in the line. He stopped in front of a man with red-orange hair. To your surprise, he didn’t cower down. He stood up off his heels and raised his chin, almost like he was challenging Negan. 

“Huh,” Negan sighed. He ran his fingertips over his chin once again, shaking his head. “Ugh, I gotta shave this shit.” He left the red haired man and strolled over towards the boy. You shook your head warily, sobbing once more as Negan stepped closer to him. You didn’t know the boy, but he saved you. The least you could do for him is make sure he got out of this alive, to return the favor. 

Originally posted by noisysunday

anonymous asked:

At you wedding reception, Josh gets called to pull the garter from your thigh, and while he's under your big, ballroom skirt, he drags a finger up over your slit, dipping inside your panties to drag it through the wetness, causing you to flinch. When he emerges, he shoots you a grin, garter between his teeth and makes a show of sucking his finger when only you can see.

man I think this is the first Josh headcanon??? 


Originally posted by heartsandwheels

Sinful Sunday™

anonymous asked:

“zero fucks given. next please.” or “it wasn’t me, i swear!” for taako

(prompts list)

“It wasn’t me, I swear!” Taako threw his hands up as if pleading innocence for a crime. Magnus was obviously not happy about it.

“I was saving that last piece for later!” He looked like he was fake crying, but being him, it could very much be actual genuine tears.

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anonymous asked:

HAI! i wanna request! can i get bts reaction to you flinching whenever they get close to you? (you're in a relationship) thank you!

ah i relate to this so much…

Jin - I feel like he wouldn’t say anything about it the first time it happened. He’d try touching you again and when you did it again he’d know it wasn’t just something else that was bothering you the first time. He’d touch you as much as he could from then on, an arm around your shoulders, his hand on your lower back, your arm, your knee… Just so you could get used to his touch. If you wanted to talk to him about it he’d listen but his first goal would be to get you used to his touch, to let you know that there’s nothing to be scared of with him.

Originally posted by btwjimin

Yoongi - He would stare at you for a while like you grew two heads at first then he’d ask you directly what was wrong. He’d wait patiently for you to tell him. He’d be silent for a while after you finally did. He’d reassure you if you needed it and that would be that. Going forward he’d make sure you saw him coming next time he wanted to touch you. It wasn’t like he was super touchy feely anyway but he didn’t want you to freak out when the mood did strike him to show skinship. He knew you’d get used to him eventually and he’d be willing to wait it out.

Originally posted by ygnj

Namjoon - He wouldn’t move his hand from your body after touching you, he wouldn’t move away after moving so close against you. He’d notice you flinch and tilt his head. And then the questions would start. Why were you uncomfortable? Did someone hurt you in the past? You know he would never hurt you right? You know he’d take it slow if you wanted right? You could be open and talk to him about anything whenever you wanted. Until you were ready he’d keep things PG, just hand holding and small kisses until you were ready for more.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Hoseok - He would make sure he didn’t hurt you. Once he was sure that you weren’t in pain he’d start teasing you. I hope you’re ready for tickling, poking, him randomly creeping up behind you and grabbing your butt you. Oh and you’d get a new embarrassing nickname. The only way to get him to stop is if something was legit wrong like a past trauma. If that was the case he’d apologize every day, never mention the stupid nickname again and make sure to ask before touching you again.

Originally posted by jung-koook

Jimin - This squish bean wouldn’t touch you again. You’d have to make the first move. He would have no part in scaring you. If/when you got frustrated with him and told him what your issues were he’d sit you down to come up with a way to work on it. It was more important for him that you were okay then anything else. Once you were more used to him he’d tease you by asking you to touch him first whenever he wanted a hug or kiss. With a wink, a wide grin and a teasing voice he’d call you over. “Y/N~? Kiss?”

Originally posted by suga-com

Taehyung - Well good luck with this guy. You’d be flinching all the time. He’d want to hug and touch you all the time. He probably wouldn’t notice you flinching at first, one of the other boys would point it out to him and he’d test it out. “OMG JAGI! WHAT’S WRONG?!” Commence a blank face Tae as he takes in everything you say and his brain works on how to fix it. If you wanted him to show less affection for the time being, it would be really hard for him and he’d have to catch himself before just hanging/hugging/touching you but he’d do it. “Just let me know when I can hug you again okay Jagi? I miss you!”

Originally posted by taehanstic-baby

Jungkook - Holy shit. He screwed up didn’t he? HE’S SO SORRY! He’ll stare at you. You’ll stare back confused and a little embarrassed. Awkward silence. You’d have to start the conversation about what was going on with you otherwise he’ll just pretend it never happened and focus on his phone (texting his hyungs for advice probably). After you started getting used to him touching you and being near you he’d start teasing. Your leg brushes against his? He’d gasp, look traumatized before winking. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Thanks so much for this sweet anon! it was so much fun! i hope you like it!

Sorry for all the Shady Mariah Meta, BUT

We need to talk about the scene where Stryker shows up to the boss meeting, and Mariah manages to get on Stryker’s good side.

Okay, so I noticed a few things.  When they first enter, Shades is nervous as hell.  He tries to emphasize his point to Mariah about her not flinching in the meeting or she will be killed..

When Stryker shows up, Mariah instantly looks to Shades, and he flexes his hands, and you can see that he’s tense, and it gives him away.  Mariah now knows that Shades set this up.  He told Stryker about the meeting.

She could be hurt by it, but then she realizes that THIS is what Shades was warning her about.

Then Stryker kills four people, and Mariah really understands that Shades early warning really was essential.

Then the camera pans onto Shades and Mariah when Stryker says, “They will betray each and hate each other”. And you can kind of see Mariah holding her anger in.  She DOES NOT like being manipulated, and even though Shades had his hands tied on this one, she did not appreciate it one bit.  Also, she hates Stryker and his false preaching ass.

Then Stryker questions Mariah, and you can see how tense and nervous Shades is.  He’s rocking back and forth on his feet and his hands are clenched and crossed over one another.  He’s hoping and praying that Mariah pasts this test because he DOES NOT want her to die.

When Stryker mentions Luke Cage allegedly killing Cornell, Mariah looks down for a moment and she’s probably wondering if Shades told him the truth.

As Mariah sells Stryker on her approach to things, Shades loosens up a little bit.

Then Stryker drops the bomb “Oh Shades, now I see you were right.”

Mariah instantly looks over at Shades like this:

She’s obviously hurt and feels betrayed.  This is the same man who told her earlier that he wanted her to win, when all he really did was turn her over to Diamondback.

Shades knows this and take off his sunglasses so she can see his face and sincerely know how sorry he is.

When Stryker talks to Domingo, Mariah turns to glare at Shades, and this is his response:

He’s sorry that he lied to her, but he truly had no choice.

She’s still glaring at him after Stryker walks out.

He gives her another apologetic look, puts his shades back on, and follows after Stryker.

And then Mariah sits down and processes everything that just happened.

Okay, so my theory on this is that Shades wasn’t exactly manipulating her just to manipulate her.  By this point, he already has genuine feelings as evidence by their earlier scenes.  I think that he knew Diamondback was going to murder anyone not useful to him, so Shades needed Mariah to step up to avoid her being a casualty.  That’s why he pushed for her to be better.  He knew what would happen to her if she hadn’t taken the power back.

Shades is definitely not happy that Mariah now has to work for Diamondback, but at least she’s alive.  And since she’s alive, they can work together to eventually get rid of Diamondback’s crazy ass.

And the most interesting thing is that she’s not in the same room as him again until he sneaks into her house after Diamondback told her that he was dead.

She’s still devastated when Stryker tells her because Shades was one of the few people rooting for her.

Then he shows up again and…that is a meta for a later time.  Good night, folks!

Not Himself (Newt Imagine)

You couldn’t believe it. The boy you loved most in the world was gone and you didn’t even get to see him one last time, tell him goodbye, or tell him how you felt about him. It tore you up inside as you reread his note for the hundredth time.

They got inside somehow. They’re taking me to live with the other Cranks. It’s for the best. Thanks for being my friends. Goodbye.

“We’ve got to go get him back,” you whispered, and all the others looked up at you. You looked back up at them, tearing your eyes away from the ripped piece of parchment in your hands, “He doesn’t deserve to end the last bit of his life in a place like the Crank Palace. Nobody does.” Everybody remained silent as they contemplated your statement, then suddenly, Thomas spoke up, “Jorge, do you know how to get to the Crank Palace?” “Course I do, hermano,” was the pilot’s reply. “Right, then. We’re going to the Crank Palace,” Thomas said, with a tone of finality. He looked up at you, and gave you a sympathetic look; he knew about your feelings for Newt. You smiled weakly back as Thomas concluded, “Let’s go get our friend back.”

*****TIME SKIP*****

You had arrived to the Crank Palace, and you were now being guided to where Newt supposedly was by a pair of guards. The place gave you the creeps; there were people who were at all the different stages of the Flare, and occasionally you would pass by a body that lay so still you were sure it was dead. “There’s your buddy,” one of the guards pipped up, pointing carelessly over his shoulder as he faced your little group before he and his companion walked away.

Your heart leapt up into your throat as you caught a glimpse of blonde hair shining in the light of the bowling alley. “I thought I told you bloody shanks to get lost!” Newt shouted, causing you to flinch. “Newt you shank, come with us,” Minho said, his tone lacking his usual sarcasm. At that, Newt stood up and turned to face you. Your heart gave a jolt when you realized he was holding a Launcher. His eyes were filled with startling insanity, and they were flitting from face to face when they suddenly landed on you. They flitted away again for half a second before he did a double take. At first, his eyes showed recognition, then a mix of surprise, happiness, fear, and sadness for split second before they hardened and insanity took over once more. “What the bloody hell is SHE doing here?” His voice was filled with contempt, and you flinched at the way he emphasized the ‘she’. You simply stood there silently, the lump in your throat preventing you from speaking.

“She’s your friend too, Newt,” Thomas said, immediately coming to your defence. “Not anymore she’s not. Neither are any of you,” Newt snarled, raising his Launcher and pointing it at you with more confidence than before. You still stood there, trying to remain calm as you watched the love of your life come undone. “Newt, please, come with us. We all miss you. (Y/N) misses you and needs you more than anyone,” Thomas pleaded, giving you a sideways glance. Your eyes began to water slowly as you kept your gaze on Newt. “Yeah, well, I don’t miss her. She probably thinks it’ll be bloody fantastic watching me lose my shucking mind! That’s what you think, (Y/N)?! That everything’s gonna be okay?! How shucking stupid can you get?!” Newt yelled, his words laced with venom. You winced at every word, and you could feel your heart hurting. 'He’s not himself. This is not him. Not the real him,’ you thought to yourself over and over, but it didn’t dull the sting of his words.

You sort of zoned out after that, your heart in pieces as your group left, leaving the one boy who you loved behind. His words echoed in your mind on a never-ending loop, and it haunted you every waking moment of every waking day. You felt yourself slowly falling to pieces as though you were the one with the Flare. You couldn’t believe that you were never going to see Newt again. As you say in the back of Lawrence’s van alongside Thomas, your thoughts were stuck on Newt; where he was, how he was holding up, what he had done so far, what he was thinking. “(Y/N), I know you miss him. And I know you love him,” Thomas said quietly, causing you to jerk your head up so quickly you cricked your neck. He didn’t even need to say Newt’s name but you knew who he meant. You gave a broken half smile, “Yeah, I do. But….well, you saw how he reached when he saw me.” “He wasn’t himself, (Y/N). He’s never gonna be the Newt you knew back in the Glade ever again,” Thomas replied quietly, and you nodded your head as you softly mumbled, “I know, but I sometimes wish I could see him just one last time.”

Thomas gave a deep sigh and nodded in agreement. Then, all of a sudden, the van came to an abrupt stop as it crashed into a wall. On impact, you flew and blinding pain struck the side of your head as it made contact with the side of the van. You felt disoriented and dizzy, your head was spinning and you felt as though you were going to throw up. Something hot was running down the side of your head as you slowly got back to your feet. The world around you was fuzzy and every sound, every movement felt slowed and muffled, as though you were submerged under water. Your vision was filled with bright and dark spots as you tried to regain focus. You suddenly heard yelling, and a thump from outside the van. You stumbled over to the now-opened back doors of the van, and you saw Thomas lying on the floor, a blonde-haired crank shaking him violently by the collar of his shirt, a pistol in his hand. The crank was yelling at Thomas, and you could make out a heavy British accent. Your heart jolted; Newt.

You couldn’t believe it; he was here, in front of you. He looked a hundred times worse than the last time you had seen him, and you started to walk over to where Newt and Thomas were, when suddenly Newt pressed the pistol to his forehead. “KILL ME!” He shouted angrily, pressing the barrel harder to his forehead, the gun now in Thomas’s hand. Your heart rate sped up as you saw this, and you began to sprint. “THOMAS, NO!” You screamed, tackling Newt off of him when suddenly a loud blast went off and unbearable pain blossomed just bellow your chest. You crashed down on the ground hard, Newt landing somewhere near you. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, you couldn’t do anything except feel the excruciating pain from where you had been shot.

Suddenly, you were being shaken violently, and you could see Newt’s face, bright red from anger as he yelled at you, cursing you for having prevented his death, but you couldn’t hear his words. Tears began to stream down your face as the pain intensified to the point where you began to black out. “NEWT, STOP!” You heard Thomas shout. You looked back at Newt’s face, only to see that his anger had disappeared, his expression now one of terror. Suddenly, the death grip on your arms disappeared and you fell backwards only to be caught by a pair of strong arms you knew well. You pressed your hand against the wound and cried out from the pain it caused, but you were buying yourself time. “(Y/N), stay with me! Come on, (Y/N), just focus on me! Don’t bloody die, please! Please, (Y/N)! Please!” You heard Newt crying out. When your vision refocused, you could see that Newt had tears going down his face, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead as he hugged you closer, trying to keep you awake for as long as possible. But deep down, Newt knew everything he was doing was futile; you couldn’t be saved.

“Don’t worry Newt,” you just managed to mumble, your eyes slowly shutting as the pain slowly began to disappear, “If what you said earlier at the Crank Palace was true, then you won’t miss me.” Newt felt his heart shattering as you uttered those heartbreaking words; he had said that to you in a moment of no control, and now he knew it had haunted you. He didn’t want you to remember him as a monster. “No, (Y/N), stay with me. I’ve missed you every lovin’ second of every lovin’ day, and I can’t believe I said that to you. Just stay with me, and that way, we’ll both make it through. Please, (Y/N). I……I love you,” his voice cracked as he gently rested his forehead on yours. You gave a weak but real smile; those were the words you had dreamed of hearing for years on end. You were just sad that it had to be under these circumstances, but you had a feeling that you would be seeing Newt again very soon. So, as your eyes closed for the last time and as the world slipped away, you just managed to reply, “I love you too. I always have, Newt.”

Let’s Be Us

Title: Let’s Be Us
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1.7k 

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“We should play this game today,” Dan says.

He’s sitting on the edge of the bed watching Phil get dressed. He keeps almost falling because there isn’t really enough room on a moving bus to jump into jeans. If he does fall, Dan won’t catch him, but he will laugh and then make sure he’s okay. (In that order, probably.)

“What game?” Phil grunts as he manages to get the jeans up over his butt. They aren’t even that tight. The effort required is a mystery.

“The game of Let’s Be Normal.” Dan’s voice is quiet and hopeful. “Like, a normal. You know. Couple.”

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An Unapologetic Ardyn Appreciation Post


So, let me start out by saying: I LOVE THE HELL OUT OF ARDYN IZUNIA

I’ve loved him since I first saw his character in Kingsglaive, and despite his slightly altered appearance in the game, loved him every step of the way there, too. He is a creepy motherfucker through and through, with a tragic backstory and an amazing voice actor (Note: I have only heard his English VA, Darin De Paul, who is brilliant imo). i

Ardyn gets a lot of hate on Tumblr, especially from Prompto fans - but I’m here to prove that YES! You CAN love them both! 

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