i hope i explained that alright

Imagine a group of humans and aliens talking about their home worlds while in the ship’s canteen. One world is covered entirely by water (the crew members from there have to wear special masks to help them absorb the oxygen they need from the air); one is full of rare minerals and littered with what, on any other planet, would be precious stones and one is carpeted with dense vegetation and has the more biodiversity than any other planet.


Once they’ve all finished talking about their own planets, everybody turns to the humans and asks them what Earth is like. They’re only doing it to be polite though. They haven’t heard much about humans (except the usual stories, and only fledglings believe in those) and they can’t really believe that these fleshy bald looking things come from anywhere even remotely as interesting as their own planets.


There’s a pause and then one of the humans speaks up, “well, I come from a part of Earth called ‘England’ and, to be honest, it’s nothing like as cool as your planets sound. It’s alright though. We got some snow last year, so I’m hoping that we’ll have some this year as well when I get back.”


“Snow?” one of the water breathers asks, hissing slightly through their mask, “what’s that?”


“Frozen water that falls from the sky.” The human explains, “it’s really fun to play with. It’s only called snow when it’s soft though— when it’s hard it’s called hail. Nobody likes hail, you can’t do anything with it and it hurts if it hits you. I looked up during a hail storm once,” she adds, “when I was a kid. Huge hailstones and one hit me right in the eye! Hurt like Hell.”


“Is your planet really cold then?” one of the aliens asks, sounding doubtful since nothing has looked less equipped to deal with cold weather than a human.


“No,” she says, “not everywhere. England’s pretty cold, but in the Summer sometimes we get heatwaves. Last year I went out in one and forgot to wear suncream and got sunburn all down my arms.”


“Your planet’s sun… burned you?” a horrified creature asks, “was it painful?”


“Not really, just stung a bit,” she shrugs, “it was fine once the skin started to peel.” (At the back of the crowd that has now amassed around their table a voice says “I didn’t know humans moulted.” and another, horrified sounding voice replies “that’s because they don’t!”) the human continues on regardless. “It was really annoying actually, because it meant I couldn’t go out for a bit without wearing a jacket. Then when my burns had finally healed, I wanted to go to the beach, but when I got there there was this huge thunderstorm and I had to go home again.”


“Thunderstorm?” the word is whispered, mainly because the person asking secretly hopes the human won’t hear them so they won’t have to know.


“It’s when the clouds get all dark and it starts raining,” the human explains and everybody sighs with relief. Most planets have rain. “The clouds make these really loud banging noises,” she continues, “that’s the thunder, and electricity shoots down from the clouds— that’s called lightning. Sometimes people get hit by it, a few people even survive. I once—”


But one of her human friends cuts her off. “God,” he says, “you Brits are so boring, always talking about the weather!”


While she argues with him, the creatures seated around the table stare at them in astonishment and start to give a little more credit to those old stories. Because, though they look pretty harmless, a species would have to be tough to be able to survive on a planet where a person could be pelted with ice, burned by the sun and nearly electrocuted by the sky and then have another person describe those experiences as boring!

anonymous asked:

I just want you to know that your voltron shitposts are a gift to our species

honestly?? where’s my nobel prize

  • shiro: “I need an adult” pidge: “…you… are an adult?” shiro: “yes but I need a better one”
  • hunk’s hairstyle is definitely inspired by young han solo
  • *paladin sneezes* allura and coran, horrified: “what the fuck was that”
  • pidge is too short for her head to be a good armrest for anyone, but does that stop lance from trying?? no
  • allura is the living embodiment of bringing a gun to a knife fight
  • sometimes lance will go to the training deck while keith is training for the express purpose of making lightsaber noises whenever keith swings his sword to piss him off
  • coran is scandalized by hunk and pidge’s lab etiquette
    • pidge’s approach to science is “safety goggles are for squares” and hunk’s is “eyeballing it is a valid method of measurement right”
    • i mean pidge is 14 and hunk is an engineering student what was he expecting
    • he gets hunk a god damn ruler for his birthday
  • lance: “- so the most important thing is that we get in and out without being seen at all. any ideas?” keith: “okay, so what I’m thinking is that i’ll bust into the main chamber and go for zarkon-” lance: “alright, I’m gonna explain again, and you’re gonna tell me where I lost you”
[Miraculous Ladybug]: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

idk man, i haven’t written the lovesquare in a while, and for some reason i wanted come crack-ish MiracuClass antics, so sue me

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of

Summary: Sometimes, when you’re friends are so obviously in love and they’re taking forever to get with the program, it’s time to take matters into your own hands. 

In which Alya takes matchmaking to a whole new level, Nino tries to be the voice of reason, the entire class is incapable of keeping a secret, and Marinette and Adrien just try to have a decent picnic


A Full Commitment’s What I’m Thinking Of


“A class picnic?”

Alya nodded as she scribbled a time and a location on the back of Marinette’s hand. “Yup. I figured it’d be fun. School year’s ending, the weather is beautiful, and exams are just about wrapped up. Thought it’d be a cool casual thing.”

“You didn’t tell me you were planning this,” Marinette said. “I could’ve helped you!”

“Oh, don’t even worried about it, girlie,” Alya assured. “You’ve been so busy with class rep stuff lately I just went and asked Nino for help. Worked out just fine, too. He’s been helping me handle music and food.”

Marinette smiled. “This is so sweet! I can’t believe you did all this for everyone. Is everyone else coming?”

“Oh yeah,” Alya insisted. “Everyone in class. Even Adrien.”

Alya expected some blushing and stammering, but Marinette merely blinked at her. “Adrien’s going to be there?”

“Of course! He was super excited when he found out you were coming.”

Marinette lifted both of her brows in surprise. “He was?”

Alya patted Marinette on the shoulder. “I would never lie to you. So yeah, you should definitely come. After school today, don’t forget.”

“Ok cool!” Marinette nodded. “Do you wanna walk over together with Nino and — ”

NO!” Alya shouted, hands darting out to grab Marinette’s shoulders. Marinette jumped in shock and leaned away from Alya’s frantic looking expression. Alya bit her lip and sighed out through her nose. “I-I mean….nah, i-it’s fine. I have to help Nino with….something after school anyway. Uh….I’ll meet you there a little afterwards.”

“Um…okay,” Marinette said. “You sure you and Nino don’t need any — ”

“Nope! No help!” Alya insisted, spinning Marinette around and marching her over to the locker room. “You just get your books together and meet us at the park. It’ll be a blast.”

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Forever Mine

Summary: You and Roman broke up 4 months and you’re seeing someone new. You unexpectedly bump into Roman and his date when you’re with yours as well. As soon as your date ends, Roman takes his chance and shows you who you have always belonged to.

Based on the prompt: ‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real daddy is?’’
Warnings: Pure smut omg, daddy kink, language
(A/N) So you guys voted for this prompt to be written first so here it is! Grab something to drink and to eat, because this is hella long: 4,000+ words. I hope you guys like it. I’m sorry if it’s written really messy, this is the first time I’ve written in a long time. Forgive me if this is trash😩

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“This is already the third time this week you’re going out with that Bryson,” Seth said as he sat on my bed.

“I’m fully aware of how many times I’m going out with him,” I chuckled back at him as I did my make-up. “He’s a really nice guy.”

“I never said he wasn’t, it’s just…” he paused and looked at me in the mirror, “never mind.”

“No tell me, what’s the matter?” I asked confused as I turned around to face him. Seth has always been honest with me so I always listened to what he got to say.

“Aren’t you moving a bit too fast? I mean, only four months have passed since Roman and you broke up.” He carefully spoke.

“I’m not moving ‘too fast’, I’m moving on with my life and I’m sure Roman too has moved on.”

“He’s still not over you,” he mumbled quietly, hoping I didn’t hear it. I decided to not have this discussion with him and try to focus on tonight. “So this Bryson dude, you really like him?”

“I do, he’s really sweet, he cares about me, makes me laugh,” I smiled as I wore my heels.

“Roman does too, remember that time the three of us were at the lake and he pushed me into the water just to make you laugh because you felt down? Or that time when sprained your ankle when you wore those ridiculous high heels and Roman carried you on his back the entire night? Also the time the two of you were all over each other, hugging and kissing each other, causing to ignore the shit out of me.” Seth reminded me.

“How can I forget?” I chuckled, thinking back. Roman and I were super close and we loved each other so much that when we broke up, everyone was in awe, even the two of us couldn’t get used to it at first. The reason we broke up was mainly because of me not being able to get used him being on the road so often. I tried my hardest to adjust and he saw how much I effort I was making, but eventually, he made the heartbreaking decision to end things. I didn’t agree, of course, but he said it was the best for us both. ‘’Look, how unfortunate it is, things just didn’t worked out between us.’’

‘’What if he wants you back? I’ll kick your ass if you’re staying with that Bryson kid.’’ Seth said frustrated.

‘’It’s not your decision to make, but thanks for letting me know what I can expect,’’ I sweetly smiled as I hugged him. ‘’Thanks for looking out for me, but I’m a big girl.’’

‘’Whatever you want y/n, I still think you and Roman should get back together,’’ He said. As he was about to speak, the doorbell rang. I jumped excitedly and grabbed my bag.

‘’You can let yourself out right? Love you Seth,’’ I kissed his check and ran downstairs.  

‘’You’re making a mistake girl!’’ He shouted, causing me to roll my eyes, ‘’Love you too.’’ Seth has always been like a brother to me and even during the time me and Roman split up, he never failed to be there for me when I needed someone.

‘’You look stunning,’’ Bryson smiled as I opened the door.

‘’Thank you,’’ I smiled. ‘’You don’t look as terrible as expected.’’ I joked. He laughed and took my hand in his.

‘’Bryson?’’ I heard Seth’s voice behind me. Oh lord, save me.

‘’Yeah that’s me, who’re you?’’ Bryson asked confused.

‘’My name’s Seth, nice to meet you. I’m y/n’s best friend. Oh and also the best friend of her ex,’’ Seth slyly smiled. I turned around and gave him a death glare.

‘’Oh well, it’s nice to meet you. Y/n told loads about you.’’ They shook each other’s hands, Seth smiling fake.

‘’Good things I hope.’’

‘’The most wonderful things, we gotta go now. Bye Seth.’’ I hastily said as I grabbed Bryson’s hand and rushed to his car. ‘’I’m sorry about that,’’ I sighed as we sat down. ‘’He can be an idiot sometimes.’’

‘’It’s fine baby, don’t worry.’’ Bryson smiled and placed his hand on my thigh. ‘’You ready to go?’’

‘’Totally.’’ I smiled back. He started the car and we drove off.

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‘’Ever been here before?’’ Bryson asked as we parked the car. ‘’It opened a few months ago I think. Their food is absolutely delicious.’’

‘’Well, you made me pretty curious,’’ I smiled. He bend down and gently kissed me.

‘’Let’s eat till we can’t walk anymore.’’ Bryson laughed, making me laugh too. We crossed the road and entered the restaurant. The smell of fresh cooked tomato sauce filled my nose. ‘’We ordered a table for two,’’ he said to the waiter. I looked around while Bryson and the waiter figured things out.

‘’I can’t stop saying how beautiful you look,’’ a familiar deep voice said from behind me. My heart sank in my shoes. I slowly turned around, praying that it wasn’t who my mind immediately thought of. But as usual, the universe hates me. It was Roman with another girl, also on a date. I didn’t realize I was still looking at him until his eyes fell on mine, widened with surprise and disbelieve. If it was because of  me being with someone else or just being in shock by seeing me, I don’t know. I could punch myself in the face for not turning back right away, instead, I kept looking at how good he looked; his hair in a pulled back in a bun, his beard was trimmed,  he wore a grey suit with a white shirt.  I was speechless by the way he looked, not that he looked any different than before.

‘’Y/n, you ready?’’ Bryson asked. I quickly turned my head and nodded with a smile. I had no idea how to feel about this whole situation. Seeing Roman after four rough months filled with all kinds of emotions, left me with more feelings than I actually should have at the very moment. ‘’Babe?’’ He spoke again. Roman coughed roughly, indicating how irritated he was by how Bryson called me.

‘’Yeah I’m sorry, I was just thinking of something.’’

‘’It’s okay sweetheart, let’s sit down, we’re at table six.’’ He wrapped his arm around my waist as we started to walk to our table. I would normally never even think of turning around, but since the relationship me and Roman had was so intense and strong, I couldn’t just keep walking without a quick glance over my shoulder. He was standing there with the blonde girl at his side, looking overwhelmed.

‘’It’s an amazing place,’’ I distractedly said as I sat down, praying that Roman wouldn’t sit anywhere near us. I took the menu and my eyes scrolled over all the delicious food, getting hungry by just looking at the names. While being occupied with reading the menu, I felt people sitting at the table next to us.

‘’Have you decided yet?’’  

‘’Everything looks so nice, I can’t choose,’’ I laughed as I looked up. My eyes automatically wandered, finding Roman and his date sitting next to us. Lord why? My heart started to race, I felt myself getting hot; I was turning into a nervous wreck, scared that I might say something wrong or being too close with Bryson. I shouldn’t have these thoughts, especially when Roman was the one who ended things between us and moved on with his life as well.

‘’Are you okay?’’ Bryson asked.

‘’I’m fine,’’ I lied, biting my lip.

‘’Alright, I’ll take the steak with the salad.’’ He spoke as he put his menu down. ‘’What about you?’’

‘’I think I’m going for the spiced rice with vegetables.’’

‘’Sounds lovely,’’ he smiled and waved his hand at the waiter to tell her our orders. ‘’So, how have you been doing?’’

‘’I’ve been great. I took two weeks off though, I needed to help my friend with moving to his new place,’’ I said as I took a sip of my water.

‘’Is it Seth who’s moving?’’ Bryson asked. I could feel Roman’s eyes burning right through me, shifting in his seat lightly.

‘’Uhm yeah, it’s Seth who’s moving out,’’ I uncomfortably said. ‘’But how are you doing? How’s your job?’’ I quickly asked, trying to change the subject for both Roman and mine sake.

‘’Mine’s quite alright, just the usual. Had to explain why I was wearing a turtle neck to work the other day though,’’ He smirked, ‘’You left some marks on me which were quite visible that even your foundation couldn’t cover.’’ Bryson ran his hand through his hair as Roman almost chocked while drinking his water. ‘’I didn’t mind at all and if I could, I’d gladly show them, but when you work in an office, you gotta cover things like that up somehow.’’

‘’You’re right,’’ I smiled briefly, biting my tongue in the hope I would wake up from this nightmare. I carefully looked over to Roman, finding him frowning with his jaw clenched, obviously boiling with anger. His whole body tensed as Bryson intertwined our fingers and smiled. Roman couldn’t care less about the girl he was with, clearly not listening to her long dreaded stories she was enthusiastically sharing.

‘’I remember you having-,’’ he paused and got his phone out of his pocket, ‘’I gotta take this one, do you mind?’’ He asked. I shook my head, thanking god he couldn’t finish his sentence and smiled lightly. The waiter brought us the food right when Bryson answered the phone. I was happy because that meant I could focus on my dish instead of looking around awkwardly. It had been a long time since I’ve eaten this nice, praising the chef in my head while eating slowly. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. Thinking it must be Seth, I took my phone out of my purse. It was my turn to choke on my delicious food when I saw Roman’s name on my lock screen. He send me a text saying: ‘I wanna get underneath the table and make it hard for you to talk.’ I looked over to him and rolled my eyes. ‘’I’m sorry, it was my boss asking if I finished that project.’’

‘’It’s fine, don’t worry,’’ I said as I took another bite from my food.

‘’So back to our subject,’’ he smirked. Oh god no. I knew that if he would continue talking, Roman would defenitely say or do something to make him shut up and I’m not letting that happen.

‘’You know what, let’s talk about something else okay,’’ I suggested, sounding a little irritated. I looked at my phone again and Roman sent another text saying: ‘You look so ravishing baby, oh how I’ve missed seeing you like this.’ I ran my hand through my hair and decided to send him something back: ‘Stop it Roman.’ was all I typed before pressing send.

‘’You alright? It’s like you’re not really enjoying tonight.’’ Bryson concernedly spoke. ‘’If you wanna go, just tell me.’’

‘’No I’m fine,’’ I insisted, ‘’just have a lot on my mind, I’m sorry.’’

‘’Don’t be love, it’s all good,’’ he smiled. I could feel Roman looking at us from the corner of my eye, anger and frustration radiating off his body. This was going to be the most unpleasant dinner ever, I could tell.

——————–

‘’I wish they served bigger portions,’’ Bryson mocked as he wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin. Throughout the dinner, Roman never stopped sending those text messages, he continued those looks and it drove me insane.  ‘’Anyways, I’m going to pay okay, be right back.’’ He smiled and walked to the cash register. I was getting myself ready to leave as I heard Roman’s date saying she had to use the restroom. Once she was gone, Roman shoved his chair so he was sitting next to me at the table.

‘’Who’s that,’’ he nodded Bryson’s way, clearly irritated. I rolled my eyes and sighed. ‘’What?’’

‘’Do you seriously expect me to tell you after not even try to contact me in those four months? Speaking of contact, why the hell did you sent me those texts?’’ I hissed.

‘’I think I have the right to know,’’ He spoke dangerously low. ‘’If I wouldn’t say anything, I’d be fooling myself.’’  He kept his eyes on mine. I was quiet for a moment until he broke the silence, ‘’Come with me to my place, let me explain everything.’’

‘’You honestly think I’m agreeing on that? Look, like I said, I haven’t seen or spoken to you in four months Roman. I can’t just ignore everything that happened.’’

‘’I’m not asking you to ignore anything,’’ he looked at Bryson who was still busy paying. I think it’s better to have this conversation at my place unless you want to be disturbed by that jerk.’’ He said annoyed. I sighed and threw my head back. ‘’Please y/n, I promise you, you won’t regret it.’’

‘’What am I supposed to say to him?’’

‘’We can also just leave,’’ his low voice spoke, making me shiver. He noticed and slightly smirked as he scooted his chair closer to me. He looked over his shoulder to see if Bryson was still busy. ‘’You coming with me?’’ he asked once again. I was gonna hate myself for the decision I was about to make. I closed my eyes briefly and nodded. I’m still weak when it comes to Roman. He sighed in relieve and stood up. ‘’Let’s go.’’

‘’I gotta tell Bryson first, I ain’t leaving like this.’’ I said as I stood up. Roman looked at me worriedly. ‘’I’ll be right back,’’ I reassured him. As I was about to walk over to Bryson, Roman grabbed my hand and made me turn around. ‘’What’s wrong?’’

‘’Nothing, it’s just…’’ He bit his lip and looked at me up and down, ‘’You look so luscious.’’

‘’I’ll be right back,’’ I lightly smiled and walked over to Bryson while wearing my coat. ‘’Hey, I just bumped into a friend of mine and we wanted to catch up, we haven’t seen each other in ages.’’

‘’Oh,’’ he looked a little disappointed, ‘’um alright I think.’’ He smiled and gave me a hug. ‘’Have fun. I hope you enjoyed dinner.’’

‘’Thank you and I did, thanks for everything.’’ I waved at him as he exited the place. I couldn’t help but feel guilty towards him. As I turned around Roman was standing right behind me. ‘’What about your beautiful date?’’ I asked.

‘’I left her some money and told her to do with it what she wanted. She seemed happier when I gave her the money than taking her out on a date.’’ He chuckled. I shook my head and grinned, walking outside with Roman following behind me. I made my way towards his car and waited for him to unlock the doors. ‘’Seems like you still remember,’’ he said as he sat down.

‘’Something such as your car makes quite a statement.’’ I said as I fastened my seatbelt. He chuckled.  I inhaled the familiar scent of his car; it still smelled new with a touch of peach. I looked around and saw he still had the car mat I gave him. Roman once spilled his drink while I was driving his car so I decided to buy another mat for him and he was so happy once he discovered it. I smiled at the memory and looked out of the window as he started to drive towards his house. What used to be a car filled with stories, laughter and sometimes even the harmonious sound between our bodies colliding together, was no longer the case; not one word was being exchanged between the two of us. We drove into his street and a weird feeling came up, nostalgia came close to describe it. As we entered his house, all the memories came up again.

‘’You okay?’’ He asked. I nodded and walked towards him into the living room. ‘’You want anything to drink?’’ I shook my head and sat down on his couch. I had so much mixed feelings right now. ‘’Thank you for coming,’’ he started as he sat next to me.

‘’You’re welcome.’’ I quietly said.

‘’I made a huge mistake,’’ He whispered, ‘’the moment I let you go.’’

‘’And it took you four months to realize?’’ I huffed as I stood up. ‘’I fought for us Roman, I wanted things to work out between us. I knew I had to adapt myself to your lifestyle and I tried my hardest.’’

‘’I know you did, I saw how much you tried and I appreciated it but do you think I liked seeing you having trouble with trying?’’

‘’You could’ve accepted the fact that I did my best? You ended it just like that,’’ I teared up. ‘’I wanted to try, Roman. I never understood why you couldn’t.’’

‘’There was a reason why I ended things, y/n. You think I liked seeing you like that? Bursting out in tears whenever I left? Feeling obligated to stay with me?’’ He stood up and walked towards me. ‘’I never wanted you feel that way, I care about you too much.’’

‘’Yeah sure, if you cared about me at all, you would’ve tried.’’ I turned around so I was facing him.

‘’You know what they say; you don’t know what you have until it’s gone and I’ve realized I need you.’’ He spoke.

‘’After everything I’ve been through, you actually have the nerve to say that now?’’ I asked stunned, ‘’Are you being serious right now or are you playing some kind of sick game because this isn’t the slightest bit funny.’’ My voice full with frustration and disbelieve. It was like I had no control over my body as my hand flew upwards to meet his face. He was quick in action and prevented my hand making contact with his cheek. His large hand wrapped round my wrist easily

‘’What do you think you’re doing?’’ he asked angrily. He stepped closer to me so there wasn’t any space left between our bodies, my wrist still in his tight grip.

‘’I-I’m sorry, that wasn’t my intention,’’ I stuttered, shocked by what I just tried to do. ‘’I should go now.’’

‘’You’re not going anywhere babygirl.’’ His pupils were blown, pure lust and fury in his eyes. Hearing him call me like that after months, made me get goosebumps.  ‘’When I saw you with that guy in the restaurant, something snapped,’’ He wrapped his arm around my tiny waist, his beard brushed against my cheek as he whispered, ‘’no one gets to touch you like that, only me.’’ His deep voice spoke. Without warning he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder as he carried me upstairs.

‘’Roman put me down,’’ I said, trying to sound convincing. He chuckled and smacked my ass. I squealed and dug my nails in his back. Once we entered his familiar bedroom, he threw me on the bed with so much force that I bounced in the middle. He started to loosen up his tie as he hovered above me.

‘’You think you could just try to hit me huh?’’ Roman growled as he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them above my head. ‘’You were wrong babygirl, actions have consequences.’’

‘’Roman I don’t think we should be doing this,’’ I breathed heavily as he tied my hands to the bedframe with his black tie. He smirked as his hands roamed over my whole body. I betrayed myself by letting out a muffled moan. Who was I fooling? I wanted him as much as he wanted me.

‘’I can stop if you want me to,’’ he whispered as he started to pull back. I shook my head and bit my lip. ‘’Tell me what you want,’’ he demanded, his lips touching mine lightly. I didn’t know what to think, say or do that moment. I missed everything about him; his smell, the way his body felt, his touch. I was completely overwhelmed by everything that was happening but you didn’t hear me complaining. ‘’I still haven’t heard anything yet.’’ He unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it across the room, leaving him shirtless.  

‘’Please Roman, I need you,’’ I admitted as I looked him in the eye. The words sounded familiar leaving my lips. Suddenly, I remembered something, something he always enjoyed hearing me say, his weakness. ‘’Please daddy,’’ I whispered. His eyes widened and I could tell his whole body language changed from need to lust. A low growl left his chest as he tore the dress off my body. I was about to complain about ruining my favorite gown, but when he looked me in the eye, I forgot about everything.

‘’Look at you,’’ he licked his lips and got rid of his pants, ‘’all merciful for me.’’ He bent down and unclasped my bra. ‘’Lay back baby, let daddy take care of you.’’

‘’Oh fuck,’’ I moaned as his lips closed around my right nipple, sucking slowly while looking at me. I threw my head back in pleasure, enjoying the way his touch felt against my heated body. His large hands lazily trailed to the waistband of my lace panties, slipping his hand inside. My body tingled as my sensitive bundle of nerves was being touched after so long.

‘’You’re already dripping babygirl, you missed daddy that much, didn’t you?’’ Roman murmured. I nodded, not being able to talk. His tongue left a wet trail from my collarbone to my ear, biting on my earlobe as he pushed his digits inside of me agonizingly slow. I gasped in pleasure as I felt my walls being stretched. Since we broke up, I haven’t been with anyone else. I haven’t craved anyone else their touch but his’.

‘’Fuck baby you’re so tight,’’ he groaned as he looked down. My back arched off the queen sized bed, breathing heavily. He pumped his fingers in and out of me slowly while biting down on my neck. ‘’You love riding daddy’s fingers, don’t you babygirl? You love it when I tell you not to cum, when I whisper dirty things in your ear that turn you on and only make you wetter,’’ his deep, rough voice whispered against my skin. ‘’Tell me, who does this pussy belong to?’’

‘’Y-you daddy,’’ I whimpered. He slowly added a third finger, making me scream in pleasure. I tried to wiggle my hands free from the knot he made so I could do something. I had no idea what, maybe grab his hair or the sheets, something. Once he felt my walls clench around his fingers, he stopped and gently pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me breathless. The heat in my lower abdomen got stronger as he licked his fingers and hummed in approval.

‘’Not yet baby,’’ was all he said as he got rid of my panties and spread my legs. He dove in between my thighs, kissing my drenched pussy like he was kissing me. My head fell back and my eyes closed, letting my other senses take over. His tongue circled my clit slowly before sucking on it gently, inserting his tongue in me right after. I could feel my climax already starting to form, he never had to do much to make me cum, his voice alone was enough.

‘’Roman I’m…so…fuck,’’ I moaned, not able to make a proper sentence. The pleasure he was giving me made me feel intoxicated. He hummed against me causing my hips to rise. He placed his strong arm around my waist, holding me down. ‘’I’m gonna cum,’’ I breathed heavily.

‘’Good girls ask for permission.’’ He said as he added his fingers back inside of me. I couldn’t postpone my orgasm longer so I had no choice.

‘’Can I cum please,’’ I whimpered, ‘’please daddy?’’

‘’Cum for daddy,’’ he smirked and delved his tongue further in my entrance, making me see stats. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. He licked his lips as he crawled back up to kiss me. I groaned when I tasted myself as his tongue slipped in my mouth. We kissed for a good five minutes or so, all the anger, sadness and frustration seemed to have disappeared. I was stalking for myself; Roman, at the other hand, was still frustrated and I could tell by his whole body language. Besides, I know him too well.

As he pulled back, we were both breathing heavily while looking at each other. He climbed off his bed, pulling his pants down along with his boxers. My mouth watered as my eyes fell from his eyes to his dick. ‘’You missed daddy’s dick?’’ He purred as he started to stroke himself while walking to the side of the bed. I nodded and wiggled my hips. He chuckled and climbed back on the bed again, knees next to my body so his dick almost touching my lips. ‘’Suck it,’’ he demanded. I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip, making his head fall back. One hand found his way in my hair as the other started to rub my pussy again. ‘’Ah fuck babygirl, I missed that little mouth of yours,’’ he grunted as I moaned. I could hardly focus as he slowly rubbed my pussy. My mouth closed over his dick, sucking slowly, each time taking more of him. I looked up at him; his eyes shut in pleasure, his whole body tensed. I could feel his dick throb so I knew he was close to cum. He hissed and yanked my hair back, bending down to kiss me. ‘’You want me inside of you?’’  

I nodded, watching him walk to the end of his bed, his eyes never leaving mine. I felt so vulnerable but safe at the same time. He positioned himself between my legs, rubbing his dick up and down against my wet slit. He pushed  himself inside of me slowly. I gasped at how big he felt; like he was doing me for the very first time. ‘’Jesus y/n you’re fucking tight,’’

‘’Oh fuck,’’ I whispered. He kept his slow pace going for a while, letting me adjust to his size. After he felt like I was stretched enough, he lifted my leg onto his shoulder and started to vigorously thrust, literally taking my breath away. My head started to spin, my body tingled and I knew I wasn’t going to last long. Neither was Roman.

‘’Ain’t nobody ever told you who your real daddy is?’’ he growled, ‘’You’re mine and I ain’t letting you go anymore,’’

I moaned at the heartwarming yet extremely hot statement he made. This man is just too amazing for words and I’ve missed him. So much. ‘’I’m so close,’’ I moaned. He lightly smiled and started to rub my clit in fast motions. ‘’Oohh myy goddd.’’ My voice grew louder, my insides started to clench around him, the heat in my lower abdomen was starting to build; signing that I was close to another orgasm. Roman noticed and I could tell he was also on the verge by the way his thrusts became sloppy and slow, his breathing became heavier. His dick started to throb inside of me, pushing against my walls which created this incredibly pleasurable feeling.

‘’Cum for daddy babygirl,’’ he moaned.

‘’Romann,’’ I cried out his name as my orgasm shattered throughout my entire body. Roman followed shortly after; his dick twitching inside of me while moaning my name. As I opened my eyes, his hands were placed at either side of my face. I smiled at him and he gave me one in return as he untied my hands. ‘’I think I’ll have to stay the night,’’ I spoke as I snuggled up against him under the covers. He chuckled and placed his arm around me.

‘’I’m really sorry y/n, about everything,’’ he genuinely said, ‘’I’m sorry I hurt you and I’m sorry for not accepting that you tried.’’

‘’That’s all in the past now Ro,’’ I answered him.

‘’Good to hear, because I was thinking,’’ he looked at me and caressed my cheek, ‘’maybe we should try again?’’

He patiently waited for my answer. Not that I had to think about it, I just wanted to make him sweat. ‘’Alright, let’s try.’’ I smiled. He kissed me and intertwined our fingers.

‘’I promise you, you won’t regret it y/n, I love you.’’ He sealed his words with a passionate kiss and we both drifted off. 

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@cinnamonpansies I’m back from camp and can finally get to prompts again, beginning with yours!

Lance struggled at the metal handcuffs around his wrists, but his efforts were futile. Shouts echoed in his ears from the comms, but his captors couldn’t know he had a line of communication, so Lance could only stare down the endless hallways as the Galran soldiers led him to Shiro knows where. Finally, they paused in front of intricate violet doors, and one of the soldiers placed his hand on an eerily glowing scanner.

The massive doors slid apart to reveal an ornate armory lined wall to wall with weaponry. Keith would have a field day here, Lance noted fondly. They reached a throne seating an ominous figure at the back of the room, and a sharp jerk sent Lance to his knees.

“Today was not your day, was it, blue paladin?” The figure leaned forward and smoothly lifted Lance’s chin. “Or may I call you Lance?”

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I've been kind of stalking your blog for like an hour now and I just really wanted to request a headcanon if that's alright! Could I request like the RFA+Saeran teaching MC how to drive? Thank you!! 💝

Haha, thank you! And yes, of course. Hope you like these! 


Zen:

  • He offers his car to learn on
  • He still drives stick shift
  • He takes you around his neighborhood
  • Really good at giving directions and explaining things
  • To keep things interesting, he’ll sometimes instruct you with different voices
  • He’ll act like different characters too sometimes
  • When he’s showing you how to change gears, he keeps his hand on top of yours
  • Really just an excuse to hold your hand
  • This guy is the best teacher for parking
  • He can literally park anywhere
  • When you’re learning parallel parking, he will get out of the car and be the cone himself
  • “Don’t run over this pretty face,” he would tease
  • It came close a few times though
  • Dangerously close

Yoosung:

  • He’s really good at explaining driving in theory
  • But he tends to mix things up practically
  • “Okay, MC, turn left.”
  • “No! Wait sorry! Go back into the right hand lane! NO!”
  • He’s super protective of you while driving though
  • He’ll tell you you’re going too fast when you’re literally going 5mph
  • You guys got lost a few times because he kept spacing out
  • “Yoosung, where do I turn?”
  • Turns out it was three blocks ago
  • “You’re such a good driver, I got relaxed!”
  • He’s really bad at parking though
  • So you’ll try three times and still be crooked and he just shrugs

Jaehee:

  • Worst. Passenger. Ever.
  • She’s freaking out before you even leave the parking lot
  • Also the type of person to slam on invisible breaks when she thinks you’re too close to something
  • Once she’s a bit calmer, she’ll be really good at giving instructions
  • Still calls out red lights from like a mile away
  • “Jaehee, it’s going to turn green by the time we get there!”
  • She really wants you to be an excellent driver
  • So, she’ll bring a ruler along to make sure you’re exactly six inches from the curb
  • Even though she’s antsy, she’s always willing to come with you to practice

Jumin:

  • Ha…hahaha
  • Driver Kim teaches you
  • Jumin is in the backseat for support though

Seven:

  • He’ll offer one of his babies for you to practice on
  • But you notice he doesn’t offer certain cars…you don’t blame him
  • He’ll always end up taking you to an empty parking lot late at night like you driving is the most illegal thing
  • You think he would be chill, but he’s a really panicky passenger
  • He’s so used to driving himself, it’s hard to get used to
  • He builds you a driving course with various obstacles after awhile, so you can practice
  • There’s cardboard pedestrians that pop up (with his face on them)
  • Like Jaehee, he’s super OCD about parking
  • By the time you’re done, you can practically park anywhere
  • To celebrate you getting your license, he builds you a GPS with his voice
  • “Seven Zero Seven, guiding your way…to my heart.”
  • It’s sweet...but it gives crap directions

Saeran:

  • “So, Saeran, am I doing this right?”
  • “Huh? Oh, I don’t know. I never learned how to drive.”
  • “What?! Then why did you agree to do this?” 

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imrenescott  asked:

What does straight™ mean?

straight people are pretty normal, pretty chill, some LGBT+ allies, cool just hetero.

Straight People™  are the ‘no homo’ every five seconds. the, “omg marrying your bff on the same day, but where are the husbands!” when they’re clearly just two girls marrying each other. who use ‘gay’ as an insult. they are different from straight people, you see. these people are like rare birds who refuse to see the gayness of this world 

Journal Entries

Gif not mine

  • Peter Parker x Reader
  • Word Count: 3,067
  • Warnings: Depressive themes, terribly written angst
  • This is just a way for me to write some recent feelings I’ve been having. I do not mean to offend anyone in anyway and I apologize if I do.

The school bell rang, signalling the students that class was over. Everyone immediately stood up, collecting their things and rushing out the door, probably to their locker or their next class.

Following the sea of students, I soon reached my own locker and began putting my books away until I heard Peter coming up to me. Smiling, I shut my locker and turned to face him.

“Hey Pete,” I greeted, not surprised that he looked like an absolute mess. I frowned slightly as I saw the faint discoloration around his eye, which was poorly covered by makeup.

“Let me guess, rough night?” I asked, both of us walking down the hall to English class.

“Nothing too bad, I guess I was off my game,” he sighed. “Honestly Pete,” I began, just about ready to lecture him again. “(Y/n),” Peter whined, obviously not wanting to deal with me.

“I know what you’re gonna say and I promise I’ll be more careful,” he reassured me. “You better Parker.” I would’ve said more, but we had already reached Mrs. Holly’s class.

Taking our usual spots, we both took out our books and faced the board, reading today’s assignment. We had to create a video review of one the modern takes on Romeo and Juliet. As Mrs. Holly began to explain the assignment, a folded piece of paper fell on my desk.

I quickly took it and looked at Peter, knowing it was him who gave it to me. Unfolding the paper under my desk, I briefly looked down to see Pete’s slightly messy handwriting.

You still on later tonight?

You see, we had agreed that if he helped me study for the math test, I would help him study for English. Placing the paper on my notebook, I quickly wrote ‘yes,’ pretending that I was taking notes. Folding the paper again, I tossed it back on Peter’s desk and watched as he smiled when he read my answer. Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed by Mrs. Holly.

“Mr. Parker? Is there something you and Ms. (L/n) would like to share with the class,” she said loudly, putting both of us on the spot. I felt my face flush slightly as everyone turned to face us, some snickering.

“Uh, n-no Mrs. Holly,” Peter answered, crumpling the paper in his hand.

“Then please pay attention to the board. You haven’t been at your best lately,” she scolded, quickly returning to the lesson. ‘Sorry,’ I mouthed to Peter, feeling bad that he was called out.

‘It’s fine,’ he mouthed back, fixing his attention to the board. I soon followed, listening as Mrs. Holly’s voice droned on.


Pretty soon, the end of school same and since it was Friday, I was quite happy and relieved. I waited by Peter’s class, playing with my hands and watching the clock intensely. Finally hearing the students getting up to leave, I backed away from the door and looked for the brunet.

“Hey (Y/n), sorry if I kept you waiting, Mr. Collins sort of went on ranting about his personal life again,” Peter said, causing me to laugh a bit. “He does know he’s at school right? Not some therapy session,” I joked, leaning my head on Pete’s shoulder as we walked. We were pretty comfortable around each other seeing as though we’ve been friends since middle school.

We continued our mindless chatter until we reached our stop, taking our seats on the bus.

“So, how’s your writing coming along?” Peter asked. I’ve been working on a story about a girl who’s an artist, but ends up in a car crash which damages her hands. She goes through a series of tough events as she struggles with relearning basic hand movements with the help of her friend, Alice. The two build a strong relationship and eventually end up together, at least that was how it was supposed to go.

“It’s coming along…slowly. Surely, but slowly,” I admitted. A lot has been on my mind lately and I can’t seem to write anymore.

“Writer’s block?” Peter guessed. “Something like that I suppose,” I mumbled, biting my lip. Peter seemed to notice something was off and shifted uncomfortably. “(Y/n), what’s wrong?” He asked, reaching for my hand.

“Nothing, I’m okay,” I smiled, hoping Peter would move on and he did.


“So, your place or mine?” I asked as we walked into our apartment building. “At least buy me dinner first,” Peter joked, feigning surprise. “Oh shut up, y’know what I meant,” I said, slapping his arm and pressing the elevator button.

“Let’s go to yours. Aunt May has a few friends over and I don’t want to bother them,” Peter explained, entering the lift. “Alright, well my mom doesn’t come back home till 10 so we should be good,” I said.

Once the elevator reached our floor, we headed towards my place. I lived right across from Peter so that was pretty nice. Unlocking my door, I switched on the lights and shrugged off my jacket, draping it over a chair and headed to my room.

“You want anything to drink or eat? I got chips and some soda if you want any,” I offered, tossing my backpack on the bed.

“Nah, I’m good. Let’s just get started,” Peter replied, taking out his math books. I sighed and reluctantly got out my own. “What, I thought you wanted me to help you,” he said, taking notice of my behavior. “I know, I know. I just didn’t think we’d study right away,” I mumbled, taking a seat on my bed. Peter sat next to me and slung his arm around my shoulder.

“How ‘bout this, if we study a whole chapter, we can watch movies for the rest of the day,” he offered. I looked over to him and smiled. “Supernatural marathon?” I asked. Peter laughed and nodded his head. “Supernatural marathon. Now come on, we need to help you pass this test,” he reminded me. I opened up to the chapter and glanced over the problems, sighing. “I can do this,” I mumbled to myself.


“I can’t do this,” I groaned for a third time, laying my head down on my pillow. “Come on, we just have a few questions left. Just rationalize and si-” Peter was interrupted when I threw a pillow at him. “Can’t we just take a break now? The test isn’t till Wednesday,” I whined. “Fine, but we are gonna continue this tomorrow,” he said sternly. I was going to complain once more until Peter tossed his books on the ground, laying down next to me. I stared at him confused until he patted the spot next to him, signalling for me to lay down to. I obliged and laid down, crossing my legs and staring at the ceiling.

“(Y/n)?”

“Yes Pete?”

“Can you do that thing again,” Peter asked, looking at me with pleading eyes like a child begging for ice cream.

“Fine,” I laughed and stood up to turn the lights off. Immediately the plain ceiling was replaced with a painting of the night sky, stars littered all over the place. I first showed Peter this when we had our first sleepover. I was in my freshman year when I decided to paint my ceiling with glow in the dark paint.

I laid back down in my spot and looked over at Peter who stared in awe at the painting. While he was busy watching that, I was busy watching him. His eyes shined with happiness, his dark brown hair slightly messy and ruffled. A melancholy smile graced my lips as I caught myself looking at him with more than just platonic love again.

I admit, I did have some interest in Peter, but I brushed it off as friendship and nothing else. Besides, he seemed so content with his life now, I couldn’t possibly ruin that. Peter seemed to notice my staring as he looked back at me, causing me to blush and look away.

“Something on my face?” Peter asked with a cocky grin.. “Yeah, just a smidge of stupid,” I replied, laughing. Peter feigned hurt and soon sat up, looking at me mischievously. I raised my eyebrows in confusion until he attacked my sides, beginning to tickle me.

“Wait no, I’m sorry!!!” I exclaimed, having a laughing fit. “I’m not sure if I believe you, after all, I am stupid,” he teased, tickling me again. I reached desperately for a pillow and gripped on tight when my hand found one. I wacked Peter in the face, making sure not to hurt him, and got him off me. At the same time however, the sound of something falling caught both of our attentions.

On the ground, laid a notebook. Its cover was a soft orange with different patterns of flowers on it. Peter looked in curiosity while I stared in shock. Before I could do anything, he picked the book up and looked towards me, anxiety beginning to fill my senses.

“What’s this?” Peter asked, looking at the book. “It’s just my old writing journal, nothing too important,” I lied, reaching for it. “Can I read it?” He asked, beginning to flip the pages. I snatched the book out of his hands and put it in my desk cabinet.

“I would prefer it if you didn’t. It’s something I don’t really like sharing,” I said, a little shaken up.

“(Y/n)?” Peter stepped closer to me, about to place his hand on my shoulder before quickly looking out the window, his face showing concern.

“S-sorry. There’s a bank robbery, I-I gotta go,” he excused himself, rushing out of my apartment.

I let a deep sigh of relief and closed my eyes, too tired to deal with anything else.


It was well into the night now and with each and every minute, I grew more and more worried. Peter hadn’t come back yet and I had tried calling his cell many times, each going to voicemail.

I sat in my bed, crissed crossed, looking out the window. I had given up on trying to reach him, it seemed pointless now. Grabbing my coat, I was about to head out to find Peter when I heard a knock at my window. Turning around, I saw him still in his spiderman suit, which was a little torn with blood stains on it. Quickly opening my window, Peter stumbled inside, steadying himself with his hand on the wall.

“Peter, what did I tell you,” I said. Luckily it wasn’t anything too bad, just a busted lip and a black eye. Peter only groaned in response, causing me to lead him to my bed so he could sit down.

“Just wait here okay?” I said, walking into the bathroom for the first aid kit. I sighed when I was only met with an empty box, I knew this would happen someday.

“Peter! I’m gonna head to the store okay? The kit is pretty much empty,” I called out. I heard Peter give a faint ‘okay’ as I left.


Peter sat on (Y/n)’s bed, he had already changed into his old pajamas that he had left over here from previous sleepovers. His side hurt a lot, but he didn’t think too much of it. He had worse injuries before.

Time passed and Peter found himself getting bored. He walked over to (Y/n)’s desk, picking up and playing around with a few things until he looked at her desk cabinet. He knew it wasn’t his place to invade her privacy, but she said it was an old writing journal. It was probably filled with embarrassing fictional stories, nothing too personal.

Opening the cabinet, he grabbed the orange notebook and flipped to a random page.

Entry - Dec. 25, 2016

Today’s been pretty great. Peter gave me a necklace and I admit, I felt bad for only giving him a drawing. His gift was so much better than mine, but he reassured me that he loved it. I came up with a new story idea and I think it was one of my best. I’m quite proud of it actually. It’s about this girl who’s an artist. She ends up in a car crash which damages her hands and now she’s going through life trying to relearn how to use her them again. I’m debating on whether or not it should romantic towards the end, but we’ll see. Anyways, Christmas has been great, everything is fantastic now.

Peter felt himself smiling at the memory, no wonder (Y/n) didn’t want him reading this. It was a diary. He did feel a little bad though and went to put it back in the cabinet when he accidently dropped it, the book opening up to a random page.

Looking down, he read the date and furrowed his brows.

Entry - February 21, 2017

I’ll be honest, I haven’t exactly been ‘myself’ lately, whoever that is. Recently things have changed, well more specifically me. I know I said I would get better last time and I thought I was, but I guess not. I’ve been feeling down lately, not all the time though. I still smile and laugh with my friends, I still feel happy and have hope in myself, it’s just not the same anymore. For some reason, whenever I get home and I’m by myself, I feel sad and I feel worthless. Well, I feel worthless all the time actually. I love my life, I have a great family, I have amazing friends, and school is going great for me, but I can’t seem to enjoy it. I feel lonely and empty. I’m stuck in this ridiculous cycle of starting the day out happy only for the negativity to crash down on me, knocking me under…I’m tired of everything. I’m tired of the constant unwanted thoughts in my head, I’m tired of being over critical of myself, I’m tired that I’m constantly getting headaches and that I can never sleep at night. I hate that I let myself get this way. I am aware that this isn’t right, I am aware that I shouldn’t be comparing myself to other people, I am aware that I should not feel this way. I want to talk to people about this, but I’m afraid. I’m afraid that they’ll be disappointed in me, I’m afraid they’ll think less of me, I’m afraid I can never be the person they want me to be.I promised myself that I would stay strong. I promised that I would stay strong for my mom when my dad abandoned us, I promised I would be supportive of my sister when she moved away to work in film. I promised my teachers that I would keep my grades up and go to good college. I promised Peter that I would always stay by him no matter what, when his uncle died and when he told me he was spiderman.I promised people so many things, but I don’t know if I can do it anymore. I’m tired and I want a break, but I can’t. Not when so many people depend on me. I don’t want to let them down, I don’t want them to be ashamed of me, but everything has a breaking point and I’ve reached mine. The only problem is that I’m too afraid to get help and that kills me.I want to just disappear and wait until the pain subsides or just disappear completely. I’m tired and all I want is a break.

Peter felt shocked and confused. He never thought (Y/n) would be going through all of this and he felt disappointed that he never realized what she was going through.


“Peter! I’m back,” I yelled, shutting the door with my foot. When I got no answer, I became confused and went into my room. I placed the bag with all my supplies and went to look up when I saw Peter sitting on my bed, his eyes red. His hand was behind his back, like he was hiding something.

“Why?” Peter asked me, his voice cracking a bit. I stared in confusion until he held up the orange notebook.

A lot of things happened that moment. First, I was scared and I was shocked. I was scared that he thought of me differently now and shocked that somebody else knew what was going on. Then I felt violated and betrayed, I had told Peter to leave it alone, but he ignored that and invaded my privacy, I felt a little angry.

“Peter-” I began only to be interrupted by the same question.

“Why?”

“Why what?” I asked, becoming a bit aggressive. “Why I didn’t tell you? Why do I feel like this? Why what?”

“Why did you ever think that I would think less of you, that I would be disappointed in you?” He asked, tears running down his cheeks.

I felt tears stream down my face and my heart clench. “Because, you think of me as a dependable person, you think of of me as a friend. I liked that you thought of me that way, I didn’t want you to think of me as a person who is too weak and can’t get help. I don’t have some complicated reason as to why I thought you would think of me like that, so if that’s what you expected, I’m sorry.”

Peter stayed silent and I sighed, letting the silence take over a bit before breaking it. “I’ll just clean you up and you can leave if you want. I won’t force you to stay here,” I mumbled, going over to the bag of supplies when I felt something latch onto my hand. Looking down, I saw a string of webs attached to it before I was tugged back. I stumbled onto Peter and his arms wrapped around me tightly, burying his face into my hair.

“I will never leave you, never you hear me,” I heard him whisper before pulling away, his hands cupping my face. “I love you and I promise I will stand by you no matter what.” Peter placed a kiss on my forehead as I felt tears running down my cheeks. I pulled Peter into another hug and cried, knowing that I had somebody I could turn to now, no longer having to write another journal entry.

EXO - Members confessing their “sins” to a priest

I’m back! And another weir ass post again, wouhouuuu! I guess it’s alright because 99,9% of this fandom is weird af just like meh so lol, deal with it! I hope you enjoy this post :)

PS: I don’t even know why I’m doing this kind of post as I’m not religious in any means. Don’t sue me if you are offended. Why would you be offended though? Nevermind.

ALSO! The gifs don’t really fit with the “confession” but who cares?

ALSO X2, trigger warning conserning consent… sorry I explain latere in the post.

(thank you @hobi-my-hubby for helping me out with this one, ily)

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Chanyeol

“At the confessional”

Priest: So Chanyeol-ssi… What can I help you with today?

Chanyeol: I hid all of D.O’s platform shoes to make sure the world knows how small he actually is compared to me.

Originally posted by chanyeolsoo

D.O

“at the confessional”

Priest: Let me wash away your sins…

D.O: While blowing the candles on my birthday cake last month, I secretly wished for Chanyeol’s death… Am I a bad person?

Priest: …Yes?

D.O: Good.

Originally posted by 305heaux

#When I wake up and I’m still alive

Yixing

“at the confessional”

Yixing: Forgive me Father for I have sinned…

Priest: What can I do for you today, young man?

Yixing: I touch my members butt in their sleep.

Priest: Without their consent?

Yixing: What they don’t know can’t hurt them.

(Don’t sue me I’m clearly fooling around with this joke, but consent isn’t something to joke about. Never.)

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Xiumin

“at the confessional”

Priest:Your sins look like they are a huge weight on your shoulders, deliver yourself from this suffering and confess.

Xiumin:The other night… I made hot chocolate for Baekhyun and me and… I gave him the one with less marshmallows…

priest: but… It’s… It’s not a sin?

Xiumin: “breaks into tears”

Originally posted by secrethideoutme

the softest

Baekhyun

“at the confessional”

Priest: Tell me your sins, I will guide you through the right path.

Baekhyun: I told fans that Chanbaek was real to piss off Chanyeol.

Priest: …What even is a Chanbaek?

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

Baek confirmed satan.

Sehun

Priest: What brings you to the confessional today?

Sehun: I removed all the “-hyung” of every of my members’ contact name on my phone after they pulled a prank on me.

Priest: That’s… rude? Still not a sin though.

Originally posted by princewangeun

mad Sehun is mad. #it’s actually his natural bitch face lol.

Suho:

“at the confessional”

Priest: Let the sins you burry inside you be liberated by my guidance.

Suho: I woke Sehun 15 minutes late for the sole reason that I enjoy watching him struggle.

priest: What a great Hyung you make…


Originally posted by suchenmyotp

Kai

“at the confessional”

Priest: I’ll be the light guiding you through a sinless life. I’m listening.

Kai: I brushed my teeth with my member’s toothbrush for a week…

Priest: That’s all?

Kai: And when I noticed, I continued because it was softer than mine.

Priest: That’s weird, not a sin.

Originally posted by starlightkai

Chen

“at the confessional”

Priest: You are my last case before I quit, I can’t keep with your friends’ shit anymore.

Chen: I once said that 19+ thoughts take 1% of my brain…

Priest: … Where is this going…

Chen: … It’s actually a looooot more than 1%. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Priest: “whispering to himself” Please God, deliver upon me the sweet release of death.

this gif aint mine 

With All My Heart - Part 3

Word Count: 2266

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Warnings: None really. Maybe some self deprecation

A/N: Unbeta’d. All mistakes are mine. 

Feedback and constructive criticism always welcome

With All My Heart Masterlist


“Emz…stop. Just stop.” She was driving you insane trying to find something for you to wear. You were comfortable in jeans and a cute top but she was insisting on trying to find a dress or a skirt, which in your closet she’d never find. You’d relented enough when you let her put makeup on your face, telling you that you still looked like death warmed over and you needed it. “He would’ve told me if we were going someplace fancy.”

“He’s an actor! Of course it’s gonna be fancy!”

“He’s not like that.” You tried to reason with her but she was always somewhat unreasonable. “He’s really…normal.” You couldn’t stop the smile from forming on your face just thinking about him, but you quickly tried to hide it. You couldn’t let yourself fall for him so fast. Nothing ever worked out well for you, why should this?

“Hey.” Emma’s hand squeezed your shoulder and you looked up at her from where you sat on the edge of your bed. “Get out from inside your head, Y/N/N. He’s not gonna be like the other guys. I have a good feeling about this one.”

You hesitated when you heard the knock on the door, glancing back up at Emma with panic in your eyes. Emma pulled you up and clapped you on the back, pushing you towards your front door and following you out to your living room. You placed one hand on the door and took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves before you swung the door open, revealing Jensen standing there, smiling at you. “Hey.” He smiled. “You look beautiful.”

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Do It For Science (Michael M. x Reader)

Request: Be More Chill: Michael Mell x reader please?

Warnings: None, really. Probably some swearing.

Word Count: 2168 (geez)

Requests: open 

Monday, 11:32 AM

“Y/N, I’m gonna go get something for lunch, you wanna come with?” Michael asked, shutting his locker.

“Nah, my brother came home high last night and made a PB&J before remembering he doesn’t like peanut butter, so I’ve got lunch taken care of.” You said, holding up the sandwich.

“Ah, alright, next time then?” He said, raising his eyebrows and smiling.

“Yeah, of course.” You answered, and he walked toward the entrance of the school. You turned around, seeing Jenna and Christine looking at you.

“Hey guys!” You said, walking up to them.

“Don’t ‘Hey guys!’ us, Y/N.” Jenna said, and Christine hit her arm lightly.

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anonymous asked:

Can I get a Valentine's Day peter Parker x reader please???

Peter Parker X Reader –  Don’t Tell

A/N – For me, this works best with Tom Holland (Avengers Spiderman) but an older version of Aunt May & Uncle Ben (like in the original trilogy.)

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

Based off this imagine by @thefandomimagine


Originally posted by guywiththeguitar

High school is an unusual society where the students follow unspoken rules and the teachers let them in order to maintain an easier, quieter life. The rules are simple enough: stay within your group, don’t become the teacher’s pet, keep fights within your year, and above all, never tell on another student.

Unfortunately, that last rule came with its own consequences for you on a Friday before school let out. Toby Garfield had accidentally broken one of the windows for all the students to see but since nobody, including yourself, was willing to tell the teacher, Mr Maguire, you were blamed for being the closest to the scene of the crime. It meant that after school, you had been given glamourous job of scrubbing graffiti off the walls; you had even been given the janitor’s keys to put the cleaning supplies away afterwards.

After an hour and a half of scrubbing, you checked your watch yet again, sure that it must finally be time for you to go home. When you saw it wasn’t, you were sure time must be passing agonisingly slow just to taunt you.

“That’s it.” You growled irritably, throwing the scrubbing brush back into the bucket and inadvertently soaking yourself with water. “No more. There’s nobody here. I’m going home.”

You continued to chunter to yourself down the hallway until you reached the supply closet where you grew even more frustrated as it refused to unlock.

“OH, COME ON!” You exploded angrily.

“Hello?” A muffled voice sounded from inside the closet.

You frowned at the door, puzzled. “Hi?”

“Hey um, I’m kind of trapped in here, do you think you could let me out?”

“Oh!” You burst into action, trying again to unlock it. The door remained stubbornly shut, even when you leant against it with all your might. “Door’s jammed.” You grunted, pushing harder.

“Yeah… Flash dented the lock so I wouldn’t get out.”

“Flash? As in Flash Thompson? Why would he- Hang on, you’re not that guy are you? The one he always picks on? What was it? P- P- P- Percy? No, uh-”

“It’s Peter actually.”

“Right, Peter, sorry about that. This is (Y/N) by the way, if you know me that is.”

“Yeah, we’re in most classes together.”

“We are? My bad, I don’t pay much attention. Well, when this is over I’m gonna kill Flash. Okay, move back from the door, I have an idea.”

Peter moved as far back as he could in the tiny supply closet, waiting for your master plan. There was a loud thud against the door, followed by a pained groan.

“H-hey, are you alright?” Peter fretted.

“That was… That was a stupid plan.” You cringed. “New plan. I’m going to get some of the tools from workshop. Sit tight Peter, I’ll be right back.”

Peter sat down, leaning against the wall as he had before you came along. He debated what he’d tell Aunt May and Uncle Ben this time, after all, there would be no explaining the- Loud scraping of metal on metal interrupted his thoughts.

“You’re back.” He declared happily.

“Uh-huh.” You answered distractedly, attacking the door hinges with a screwdriver and hammer. It took just under half an hour of hacking inexpertly at the tight metal before you managed to remove the hinges completely. You grabbed the door quickly, easing it to the floor to let Peter out.

“Done.” You panted tiredly, staring at the mess you’d made.

“Thank you, I’m sorry I put you through so much trouble.”

“It’s no big deal, I’m just glad-” You turned to Peter, “Good God man.” You stated, appalled at the sight before you.

Peter’s face was covered in cuts and bruises, his left eye was swollen and purple, and there was dried blood, which had made its way from his nose to his shirt.

“Did Flash and his gang do this to you?” You whispered incredulously.

“Uh yeah, sorry.” Peter apologised, hating the worry on your face. “It’s fine really. I’m sure Flash just has his own troubles and-”

“No. This isn’t okay so don’t go acting like it is. Come on, we have to get you cleaned up before your cuts get infected or something.”


“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Peter questioned apprehensively as you tried each key on the bunch for the nurse’s office. “Isn’t this breaking the rules?”

“Peter, I just broke down a door, I think this is acceptable.” You pushed the door open. “Now sit down, I need to get a cloth.”

Peter perched on the edge of a bed while you rifled through some drawers, “Cloths are in the second drawer and saline solution is in the cupboard on your right.” he explained.

“I’m guessing you spend a lot of time in here.” You got the items, moving back to him.

“A little more than I should.”

You prepared the solution on the cloth, “This may sting a little.”

You dabbed his face gently, clearing away the blood where you could. Peter sat silently, suddenly bashful at your proximity.

“So, where do you live anyway?” You asked while you worked.

“What? Uh, w-why?”

“It’s late, I don’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“What about you? If you walked me home, who would walk you home?”

“Look, just tell me where you live, who knows? It may be right next to me but I won’t know until you tell me.”

“I live in Forest Hills but you don’t have to-”

“No way, I live in the street around the corner.” You lied, doing whatever it took to get Peter home.

“Really?” Peter lit up excitedly.

“Yeah, come on, I think I’ve done all I can here. I’ll lock up and we can go.”

“Uh (Y/N), what about the supply room door?”

“What the principal doesn’t know can’t hurt us, he’ll probably just assume it was just some vandal; God knows the school’s full of ‘em. Now let’s go, it’s bad enough walking through New York in the day, it’s even worse at night and I don’t know about you but I don’t have any bus money so I’d rather set off now.”


“Where could he have got to May?” Ben Parker paced restlessly around his living room, waiting for the phone to ring.

“Ben-” May started, looking through the net curtains.

“I should be out there looking for him.”

“Ben-”

“It’s been hours now.”

“Ben!” May raised her voice slightly, startling her husband. She smiled serenely, “Peter’s outside and it looks like he’s brought a friend.”

“What?” Ben joined his wife at the window. Peter’s back was facing the pair but they could just see you in front of him.

“Do you think he’s been out on a date?” May gushed ecstatically.

“Now May, it could just be a friend.”

“Either way, our little Peter hasn’t brought many people over before.”

“What do you suppose they’re talking about out there?”

“I don’t know, oh let’s invite them in, I’d love to meet Peter’s new friend.”

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Ben asked a little too late, May was already heading towards the door.

She threw it open enthusiastically, “Peter dear, welcome home. Come now, why don’t you introduce us to your friend?”

Peter blushed awkwardly, “A-aunt May-” he stuttered.

You looked behind Peter to see his aunt and uncle in the doorway. They motioned you inside, “Come now dear, no need to be shy.” May cooed at you.

“Sorry about this.” Peter whispered, nervous that you would hate his family and think him a loser. In truth, he loved his family more than anything so if you disliked them he knew he wouldn’t have anything to do with you from then on.

You walked past Peter to the front door, “Hello, I’m (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.” You stuck your hand out which Ben shook amiably.

“Please dear, come inside, we’d love to hear how you know our Peter.” May beamed.

“Oh, um- I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“Nonsense, it wouldn’t be a bother.”

“Uh, well I suppose, if Peter doesn’t mind.”

Peter finally joined you, “No, not at-”

His aunt gasped, “Oh my, Peter what happened to your face? It wasn’t those boys again was it?”

“Uh, no. No, it wasn’t, it was actually um-”

“No, I can tell you, I saw the whole thing.” You jumped in, saving Peter from whatever mess of an explanation he’d come up with. “Peter actually slipped on something at the top of the stairs and fell down half a flight. It was reported to the principal and I took him to the nurse’s office; it was all just a clumsy mistake.”

“Peter, you really must be more careful.” May chastised mildly. “Still, it’s good you had such a nice friend to help you. Now come on in out of the cold you two, I’ll make everyone a nice cup of tea.”

Over the next twenty minutes, you were asked all manner of questions which you answered gladly, knowing that if your family met Peter, they’d probably do the same to him. You found May and Ben to be lovely people who clearly adored their nephew. It almost made you reluctant to announce you had to leave.

“Are you sure you won’t stay for dinner?” May offered.

“No thank you, I should be getting home ASAP.”

“Where do you live dear? I wouldn’t want you walking home alone in the dark.”

“Aunt May, (Y/N) lives just around-” Peter started until you gave him a look and shook your head.

“I um, I actually live in the city, but if I start walking now I can be home in an hour or two.”

“Peter,” Ben scolded, “you let (Y/N) come with you all this way even though (s)he lives in the city. How could you be so irresponsible?”

“It’s alright, really. Peter didn’t know where I lived, I didn’t tell him.” You explained. “It was nice meeting you both, I hope I’ll get to again. See you later Peter.” You got up to leave.

“Hey now, it wouldn’t be right to let you go out alone in the pitch black. What kind of person would I be if I allowed you to do that? Come with me and we’ll go in the car.”

“But-”

“No buts, come on now.”

You knew there was no way you would win the argument against Ben Parker; he was the very image of how a guardian should behave. You followed him out of the house apologising for the inconvenience.

When the car pulled away, May turned to Peter, gushing, “(S)he is a lovely one, that (Y/N). You should ask him/her out before someone else does.”

“Aunt May-” Peter blushed.

“Now, now, I saw the way you looked at (Y/N), it’s the same way your father looked at your mother when they first met.”

“(Y/N)’s just a friend.”

“For now maybe but that can change quite easily.”

Peter shuffled awkwardly on the sofa.

“Alright.” May relented. “I’ll drop it for now but we both know I’m right.”

She walked away, leaving Peter to his thoughts. You were one of the first people to really acknowledge him in school and you’d met his family all in one day, how could he not have a crush on you? Despite that, he was sure you were just being polite and that everything would go back to normal on Monday because who would admit to liking him in front of the other students?


Much to Peter’s amazement, you didn’t ignore him on the following Monday. In fact, from then on you made extra efforts to sit with him in class, work together on group projects, and even meet him when you could outside of school. Your friendship endured even when Peter started acting unusual, disappearing on occasion, and making peculiar excuses not to meet you. Although you wanted to know what was wrong with him, you stopped asking because he became fidgety and uncomfortable whenever you did. After a year as your friend, Peter decided it was finally time to ask you out; as soon as Valentine’s day rolled around he was going to visit your house, take flowers, and hope you wouldn’t reject his affections.

Peter checked himself out in the mirror. He had a million questions right now but nobody to ask them to. Was his outfit okay or would a suit be better than jeans and a t-shirt? Were the dozen red roses he was holding too much or not enough? Should he slick his hair back? How would he ask the question? Would he suddenly blurt it out in a moment of clarity or would he stand gawkily spluttering clumsy words? His multitude of questions were interrupted by the phone downstairs, he ran to get it since his Aunt and Uncle were away on a day-long date.

“Hello?” he answered.

“Peter, where are you?” You asked. “You said you were coming over to work on our Science project today or did you forget?”

Peter cursed himself silently, he’d been so busy getting ready that he’d forgotten the excuse he’d made to visit you.

“Uh… yeah. I’m on my way now, it’s just that to make our uh presentation board we’ll need tacks and I went to the store here but they don’t have any.”

“Oh, no problem, you just get over here when you can and I’ll pick up some tacks at our store.”

“Great, I’ll uh, see you soon (Y/N).”

“Okie doke, see you soon, bye.”

The phone clicked off. Peter looked at the clock on the wall, he’d have to hurry if he wanted to ask you out before your family got home. He ran upstairs, grabbing his backpack. There was only one thing that would get him to your place in good time; for this job, he would have to be Spiderman.


You threw the tacks in your bag on the way back home from the store, absentmindedly taking the shortcut through the back allies to your apartment block as you always did when it was cold.

“That sure is a nice lookin’ bag you got there.” A lanky man in a cut off denim vest and jeans croaked.

“Excuse me?” You turned to face the man.

“I’ll bet it’s worth a pretty penny or two.”

“W-What do you want?” You demanded shakily.

“That depends really don’t it. How much do you have?”

He pulled a switchblade out, grinning maliciously. You took a few steps backwards, keeping an eye on him until two meaty arms wrapped around your chest.

You screamed and bucked, craning your neck to see your attacker, another man who was clearly in league with the first, sneered as you writhed against him. The first man came closer, swaying his knife around, “I think this is going to be a fun day.”

“Wait.” You shrieked. “I’ll give you everything I have. Please, you don’t have to do this.”

“Have to? No. But I do want to, I like hearing people scream.”

“Wow.” Sarcastic clapping brought everyone’s attention to the vigilante Spiderman, who was stood only a few feet away. “Real great show everybody but it won’t make it to stage if someone dies in the first scene.”

“What the hell are you on about?” Denim jacket waved his knife in Spiderman’s direction.

“Wait! This isn’t a play rehearsal? Damn, if it was I was gonna add a scene where the two idiots got arrested and the victim goes free… Oh well, I guess I can do that anyway.”

You watched disbelievingly as the other thug let go of you, ready to go head-to-head with Spiderman. You didn’t know what to say about the scene in front of you as you stood, paralysed, watching it unfurl. It took only about two minutes for Spiderman to incapacitate the two men, leaving them stuck against the wall, presumably for the police to find.

He approached you, completely relaxed. “Are you alright? Did they hurt you?”

You swallowed thickly, your suspicions confirmed, then in a low voice you whispered, “Peter?”

Spiderman stumbled back, stunned. “Wha- Who? I don’t know any-”

“Stop. Don’t insult me like this Pe- uh Spiderman.”

You turned to leave the way you’d came but were stopped as Spiderman grabbed your wrist. “Can I… Can we talk about this?”

You hesitated before nodding uncertainly. Spiderman grabbed you around the waist tightly, using his web slingers to take off into the sky. Cold air whipped across your face as you clung tightly to him, both exhilarated and terrified until he stopped at the top of a nearby building, about 20 stories off the ground.

“How did you know?” He asked, sounding less confident than before.

“No matter how you disguise it, I know your voice by now.” You kept a safe distance from the friend you thought you knew. “How- I mean… You were always the guy who took photos but like… Were you born like this? Hell, are you even from this planet?”

“You’ve definitely been reading too much Superman.”

“Okay, drop the sarcasm mister or I’ll uh, very slowly climb down the fire escape, I guess.” You peeked over the edge of the building dubiously.

“It’s a long story with a radioactive spider and I know it’s weird but this is new to me too. Do you… do you accept me as Spiderman?”

“I don’t think I have much of a choice.” You replied sardonically, then switching to concern you asked, “Do you get hurt a lot?”

“Sometimes.”

“Is this where you’re always disappearing?”

“…Yeah.”

“Okay.” You clambered onto the fire escape.

“Wait, (Y/N) where are you going?” he asked, alarmed.

“I just need some time to figure this out because I’ve just found out my best friend is a vigilante superhero who disappears often to get into fights with strangers.”

“Hang on, please don’t be like this, I- Just stay here for two minutes, can you do that for me?”

You exhaled tiredly, rubbing your forehead, “Sure, fine, whatever.”

“Great, I’ll be right back.”

Spiderman zipped away, leaving you on the fire escape to survey the city below; it seemed peaceful to be above it all. You could almost see the advantage of having powers like Peter’s. The peace didn’t last long however as Spiderman flung himself back onto the roof, landing behind you. When you faced him, you saw that his hands were behind his back and he was shuffling nervously.

“I uh, I planned to do this properly but considering everything… here.”

He pulled a very wilted bouquet of roses from behind his back, the heads had fallen off a few and the rest had shed most of their petals from the journey up. The sight of them made you smile wearily as you took hold of them gently.

“Thank you?”

“It’s Valentine’s day.” Peter blurted.

“That it is. So, is this you asking me out?”

“Yeah. If you don’t like it though, I can try again, we could do it a different way, or-”

You put up a hand to stop Peter’s babbling, “I um, I still need to get my head around everything so I’m just going to head home now.”

“WAIT!” Peter put his hand out. “Uh… Look, I understand if you don’t want to see me again but please, I’ve gotta ask you, you won’t tell the police about this will you?”

“Excuse me?” You said, affronted by the question. “What kind of cretin do you take me for? I would never in a million years, tell the police that my boyfriend was Spiderman.”

The whites of Peter’s mask widened in surprise, “B-boyfriend.”

You grinned. “Yes, boyfriend. Now, either you give me a lift to my apartment block or I climb this fire escape. Either way, it’s an adventure.”

Peter ran over to you clumsily; he was too lost in his ecstasy to speak. Instead, he simply grabbed hold of you and vaulted confidently off the roof to take you home.

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my 55g sorority crashed this morning. i have uploaded a video explaining what happened.  the female betta are separated and i want to apologize for any faulty information i have provided on the topic.  i love my fish and want to do right by them.  i had convinced myself that 5 females in a heavily planted 55 gallon tank would be alright and i was very wrong.  i hope to do better in the future and work to earn the respect of my fellow fish keepers back.  i shouldn’t have been so stubborn, i should have separated them despite how well they seemed to be getting on.  

i have always been against sororites, at least in the light they are generally put in (ie.  a 10-20g tank with 5 betta), and was under the impression that a 55g would provide ample space for them.  

it was idiotic and very wrong.

If You Get Killed, Walk It Off. (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Grieving, supposed death, explosion, blood, death

ANGST

Request: woul you do one angst? The reader is in a mission with the avengers and then there is an explossion and the reader was in that building and everybody thinks that she died, and start to cry and remember how they love her, and finally she was ok, and goes with them and ask what happen? sorry if it is not ok with you


Originally posted by akamatthewmurdock

Originally posted by imultifandomstuff

Originally posted by dailymarvel

You were in another country with the other Avengers on a mission. There was sightings of HYDRA and so you went to try and find them and stop them before harm came to anyone.

You had narrowed it down to a few buildings and you went in one with Steve, Natasha, and Tony. Clint was watching from outside while you four went in to try and secure the building. You ordered all the people inside to evacuate, and while they did that you went searching for HYDRA agents.

You saw a man trying to sneak upstairs. “Hey!” You yelled and took off running. Steve went off to follow you while Tony and Natasha helped get people out.

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books-and-barns  asked:

A Flood My Mornings prompt. Night check at the stables is often a separate shift from day shifts that start as early as 6am. It's usually around 9pm, often a separate employee does it from day shift workers during the week, and sometimes on weekends or holidays an owner or manager would do it. A 'night check moment' with Jamie and Claire might be fun, or even a Fraser family outing with Brianna in her little jammies :)

Flood my Mornings: Night Check 

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.
  • Previous installment: Plymouth Trace (Jamie and Claire take the new car for a whirl. Yes, THAT kind.) 

October, 1950 

“Thanks for doing this, bud,” Tom said, pulling his coat off the hook by the lounge door and shrugging into it. “Really. I owe you big time. Honestly, I’d cover it myself, but I’ve had this  special night out planned with Marian, and—”

“Dinna mention it, Tom,” Jamie said, gesturing reassurance. “Truly, I’m happy to be of help.”

Tom rummaged in his pockets for his keys, still looking regretful. “Was Claire spitting mad at me for stealing you away for the night?”

“No, no, not at all. On the phone just now, she bade me wish Nelson the best o’ luck wi’ his recovery. The gri–” Careful, man, “—that is, the Flu is a nasty business, and I’ve reason to know it.”

“Well, you’re a saint for stepping in last minute to cover his night watch shift, J—really really appreciate it,” Tom said once more as they walked out into the car yard. 

It was approaching sunset, and the last of the horses were being led to the stables for the night. It would be a peaceful night, if a long one, Jamie hoped. 

Tom opened the door of his 1946 Chevrolet Pickup (black, with silver trimmings and the special wide-base wheels) and sat behind the wheel, looking up at Jamie as he cranked the engine. “Jerry will be in at five in the morning as usual—Don’t you even think of staying to work tomorrow though, hear?”

“I hear. Have a good night, Tom. And give Marian my best, aye?” He slammed the door and waved Tom off on his way. 

It was a peaceful evening, on the whole. He saw the last of the day staff off to their homes and made the rounds as night fell, changing water, food, and blankets and taking special care to inspect several of the beasts that hadn’t been given proper attention of late. 

He loved being among the horses—always had, ever since he was a wee lad. The quiet strength of them, he supposed it was—the knowledge that they were large and strong enough to kill a man, but kind and soulful nonetheless. He loved speaking to them in Gaelic. He got a few odd looks for it during the day, to be sure, but other than Brianna, who understood and could speak a few words, the horses were the only folk in this new life to whom he could speak in his heart’s tongue, and feel as if he were fully understood. Claire, of course, knew his heart, regardless of the language; but speaking soft words to the horses, they seemed to have a knowing in their large, round eyes that transcended time and its changings. Aye, they seemed to say, you’re of long-ago stuff, man; and so am I. 

Or maybe you’re just a horse, aye, Val?” he said, rubbing the beast affectionately on the nose before closing the stall and heading back to the lounge. 

He was dismayed to find it was only half-past ten, for the length of the day had caught up with him. He rubbed his eyes but couldn’t seem to shake their bleary view. If only he had a book with him—Just yesterday, he had gotten from the Library a tome on American government, and he’d been itching to read it and figure out this country once and for all. 

He tried to make do with jotting notes in his wee book on the happenings reported by the man on the Wireless about the war in distant Korea. Though it pleased him that he was able to understand most of it, the news of the fighting chilled him, and he couldn’t make himself mind it for long. 

Before heading back out into the chill to make another circuit of the stalls, he set about making coffee in the wee machine, now feeling weary in more ways than one. As willing as he’d been to come to poor Nelson’s aid, he would’ve given most anything to fall into a soft bed with Claire at that very moment.

As he was adding a dollop of whiskey from the cupboard above the Frigidaire, there came a small knock and a soft, musical, “Hel-looo-ooo?” from behind him.

To his immense surprise, Claire was standing there, wearing blue jeans, boots, and wool coat against the crisp chill of early October; In her arms, Bree, pajama-clad, covered over with a warm sweater and a knitted cap. 

“Well, if this isna a pleasant surprise!” He said, hastily setting down the bottle and going to them. “I was just thinking of how I wanted to see my loves.”

“Horzzis, Mama?” piped Bree against his ear as he pulled them both close. 

“Christ, but it’s late, mo nighean donn. Is everything alright? And how did ye get—?

“Everything’s fine, we just couldn’t sleep; took a taxi,“ Claire explained her voice sounding small and tired. She laid her head on his shoulder as they swayed. “Hope it doesn’t disturb you, we just— needed to see you.”

He squeezed them both tighter, kissed Claire’s cool cheek, and stepped back, feeling warmed to his core as he took Bree happily into his arms. “I’ll never say no to my lassies, no matter the hour.”

“Da-me-in-go–” Bree gasped out, brimming with excitement. “Da-n-go mitta-seeinn-th-horzzis, m’okay, Da-ddy? M’okay?”

He laughed and sputtered a bit as he took in the rapid fire. Brianna, little more than a month away from two years of age, had been making leaps and bounds in terms of her vocabulary of late, beginning to get the way of longer, more complicated sentences. Increasingly consistent in this endeavor she undoubtedly was, but it always took that extra second for Jamie to mentally translate the stream of almost-correct syllables, a delay that invariably peeved the speaker, who never could understand why folk were being so slow.

“Horzzis, m’okay?” she repeated.

“Seeing Da and seeing the horses were on an equal footing, as far as Bree was concerned,” Claire said, smiling, but still sounding tired. “She’s never seen a horse in person, before.”

“Horzza-horzzis!” Bree insisted again, craning around for sight of one, then squaring back up to look him sternly, her hands on his cheeks. “Seein-th-horzzis–m’okay, Daddy?”

“Okay, a leannan,” he grinned, squeezing her tight and kissing her wee nose. Christ, but he loved this feisty wee baggage. “Let’s go see the horses.”

“What have you been doing to pass the time?” Claire asked as they entered Stable B.

“Oh, coffee, the Radio, thinking, talking wi’ the horses.”

“Do they make good conversation?”

“Oh, well enough,” he said, clucking his tongue to beckon Cornflower to the stall door.

Bree gasped at sight of the huge, grey flanks rotating in the stall. “Issa horz–AGHHH!!”

She squawked as Cornflower’s head came around and jumped so violently Jamie nearly lost his grip. “Och, come now, lass, it’s only one o’ the horses ye wanted to see, aye?” He took a step closer and turned so she could see Cornflower over his shoulder.

“Noooo!” Bree squealed, terrified, cowering under Jamie’s chin. “‘Inna like-’im!”

“Nothing to be scairt of, mo chridhe.” He reached out a hand and firmly stroked Corny’s soft nose. “See? She’s gentle—just like a big dog.”

“Notta dog!” Bree wailed sharply as she tried to get as far as possible from the beast, almost sobbing.“‘Ssa horssiz!”

No matter how much they coaxed and wheedled, Brianna could not be persuaded to touch Cornflower or any of the other horses. She would show interest in them from a distance, but when confronted by their huge toothy faces, she would wail and burrow– terrified–into Jamie’s chest.

They walked amongst the stalls, talking contentedly of Jamie’s day at Fernacre, Claire’s day at the hospital, and so on. Claire still seemed quieter than usual. Just as Jamie was about to put Bree down so that he might hold Claire close and ask what was amiss, Bree suddenly lurched her body toward the opening of the next stall and whispered. “Daddy! Is–horzzis is–’im sleepin’?”

“Oh, aye,” he said, encouraged by her interest, “that’s wee Valkyrie. And aye, she’s taking a nap. Here,” he said, opening the door and stepping gingerly inside, “shall we bid her hello?”

“No-oooo!” Bree began to squeal as they approached the horse, twisting in his arms to get away.

Whisht, whisht, be still, a chuisle, there’s naught to be afraid of.” Holding Bree tight—the lass would have to get accustomed to horses, and that’s all there was about it—he knelt down next to the jet-black mare, reaching out a hand to gently rub her neck.

Val, who was evidently only dozing, whuffed in acknowledgement, and Bree actually giggled at the resultant spray of wind and spittle. She then froze and looked up at Jamie, thoroughly stricken, evidently taken aback by her own delight and in complete indecision over how to act with this monster. Bless her heart, there were tears already building in her eyes.

“See, lovey, it’s a nice horse,” Claire said quickly, seeing the impending meltdown and settling next to them, holding their Thermos of coffee. “What does the horsey say, pumpkin?”

Bree, eager for diversion, produced a startlingly accurate whinny, and accepted applause with good grace.

With a sudden flash of inspiration, Jamie reached out and laid a hand on the beast’s swollen abdomen. “D’ye ken something else, Bree? This one is a mama horse.”

“Mama-horzz?” she repeated, looking sharply at Claire.

“Aye, sweetheart. That means there’s a baby horse inside.”

Beebee horzz…” she whispered, suddenly enraptured. Bravely, she slipped down from Jamie’s arms onto the ground and, stepping closer to the huge, recumbent body, laid both hands on the jet-black hide next to his. A moment later, she looked up in her usual business-like manner. “Munna lookint th-beebee-horzz, m’okay, Da?”

No, lass,” he laughed, “we canna look at the babe, yet. She has to stay inside her mama to grow big and strong, first. Then when the right time to be born comes, the wean will––”

With a jolt of realization, Jamie snapped his head around to Claire.

Her courses would have started today—unless she were—

Claire met his eye directly….and shook her head.

“Oh, lass,” he moaned softly, his heart breaking to see the sadness and disappointment in her face, to feel the sorrow in his own heart. He reached for her, pulling her close.

“I know it’s foolish…,” she said, her voice quivering as she wrapped her arms around his waist and burrowed against his shoulder. “There’s no reason it should have happened on the first month…I just can’t help but feel the… loss.”

“It’s no’ foolish, Claire,” he said, being obliged to release one arm from around her to intercept Brianna, who—startled by a sudden shifting from Val—had scurried back, anxiously scrabbling against him. He held them both, but squeezed Claire tightest. “But dinna fash, mo ghraidh: ‘tis only a matter of time.”

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William Nylander #1

Anonymous said: Hiiii :) Can you please do a William Nylander where you guys get into a fight and he thinks you left him but really your phone just died and yall make up? Thanks so much I love your writing! :)

A/N: how is this my first william imagine???? well, hope you liked it! :)

Word Count: 1,358

Originally posted by nymarntthews

“You need to breathe,” your best friend spoke calmly into the phone as you paced back and forth. Between crying, uneven breathing, and swearing at nothing in particular, you figured she couldn’t understand what had you in such a state. But after a few deep breathes, closing your eyes and leaning against the kitchen counter, you were ready to explain why you were calling her like this. 

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Tonight (Soulmate AU Remus Lupin x Reader)

In honor of Remus Lupin’s birthday. I recommend reading my soulmate au imagine for Remus called Sunburn, but it shouldn’t matter if you don’t. For those who have read it, you know it was full of angst; this imagine will be no different.

The sunlight poured in through the window, a slight breeze flowing into the room from where it was opened just a crack. Your fingers danced across his bare back as he snored softly. When you managed to brush your fingers along his side, Remus squirmed, his snoring stopped and his eyes began to flutter open.

“Y/N?” He questioned groggily. You leaned foward and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, causing a soft smile to grace his face.

“Happy birthday,” you whispered with a large grin. His smile seemed to falter at your words, however, and he began to slide away from you.

“Sirius!” He cried out as he scrambled out of the bed, falling onto the floor with a loud thud. His eyes filled with tears as he looked around the room, colors filling his sight.

“Remus, please, it’s okay-”

“Sirius!” Remus cut you off, screaming for his friend as he squeezed his eyes shut and covered his ears.

The sound of frantic footsteps could be heard from down the hall. The door to Remus’ room burst open and Sirius immediately rushed over to Remus.

“Remus, what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” Sirius asked lowly as he pried Remus’ hands away from his ears.

“S-She’s here,” Remus stammered out, his eyes still shut. His voice shook as tears fell down his cheeks.

“Remus,” Sirius sighed sadly as he sat beside his friend, who had finally opened his eyes to look around. He placed a hand on his back and looked at him with distant eyes. “You know she’s not-”

“I can see in color, Sirius,” Remus interrupted him.

“Moony, remember what the doctor said,” Sirius pleaded quietly. “The colors aren’t really there, you know that; close your eyes and clear your mind. When you open them, everything will be normal.”

Remus nodded shakily and closed his eyes, one of his hands reaching up to wipe at his tears. After taking a deep breath, he let his eyes flutter open, a relieved sigh falling from his lips as he realized that there was no longer any color and the hallucination of you had faded away.

“Thank you,” he sniffled after a moment of silence. Sirius gave him a soft smile and let his hand fall from Remus’ back.

“Of course,” Sirius began as he stood up from the floor. “Oh, and by the way, happy twenty-first birthday, Moony.”

It wasn’t until later that day when Remus saw you again. His heart just about stopped as he entered his room, a large box of items from his flat he had shared with you over a year ago. The box fell to the floor as his eyes landed on your form, standing by the window as you breathed in the fresh air.

“Go away,” he hissed out as you turned around. His eyes slammed shut as colors began to blossom around him. You stared at him with wide eyes, your mouth opening to speak before he interjected. “I don’t know what you are, you’re certainly not a hallucination, but I want you gone. You are not her, you will never be her, and I need you to leave.”

“Remus, it’s me, I promise-” You told him desperately. You stepped foward, arms reaching out to him; he stumbled back, hitting the wall with a loud thud. “Get Lily if you don’t believe me-”

“Go away!” He exclaimed, voice cracking as he buried his face in his hands. “You’re not real, you’re not-”

You let out a sad sigh before disappearing from the room. Remus didn’t move from his position until minutes later when Lily entered the room, her son in her arms.

“Remus,” she whispered quietly. Harry reached his small arms towards Remus, his fingers barely brushing his arm. Remus jumped slightly, immediately looking up to see the two.

“I don’t want him to see me like this,” Remus croaked out as he wiped at his eyes.

“Alright, let me go give him to James and we can talk,” Lily told him with worried eyes. He nodded stiffly as she walked out of the room, returning moments later after she had placed Harry in James’ arms. “Was it your present?”

“What present?” He questioned lowly as Lily walked him to the bed.

“Did she not show up?” Lily asked. “It took a lot of time to find that spell, and-”

“Who didn’t show up, Lily?”

“Don’t be mad at me, alright?” Lily begged as she grasped onto his clammy hand. “I, um, I found a spell in this store a few months ago, and there was this spell to contact the dead and… I brought Y/N back for your birthday.”

“You said it contacts the dead, how did you-”

“There was a spell to keep the spirit of the dead person here for a day. I performed it this morning when the sun came up,” she explained. She watched him carefully, hoping that he would understand.

“Why would you do this to me, Lily?” He cried out, ripping his hand away from her own as he stood up from the bed.

“You deserved a better goodbye!” She snapped as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“I deserve to not be reminded of how I lost my soulmate!” He seethed as he began to pace around the room. “I don’t need to be reminded of how she died in my arms, Lily. How am I supposed to see her again, knowing that she’ll leave me again? This is the worst thing you could have done, how dare you-”

“How dare you, Remus!” Your voice piped up from behind him. He whipped around, eyes meeting yours as the colors began to appear again. “I asked her for this, she didn’t want to! I begged her to let me see you, my soulmate, again because I thought he would to see me again! If I had known that this was who you had become, I would have never asked.”

“Y/N, don’t,” Lily sputtered out as she watched you inch closer to a cowering Remus. Your finger was pointed furiously at him as you spoke, his eyes still locked on yours. “This isn’t how you should spend this time-”

“No, this is exactly how I should spending this time,” you stated, waving your finger at him. “I don’t want to be doing this, but I am beyond disappointed right now. I have been disappointed since I watched him shut you all out. You have become so bitter, Remus.”

“Y/N, stop it!” Lily shouted as she noticed the tears stream down Remus’ face. “He’s still your soulmate!”

“I don’t who he is anymore, but he’s certainly not my soulmate.”

You disappeared from the room, vanishing before their eyes. Remus fell to the floor, pulling the collar of his shirt over his face as he began to sob. Lily instantly slid off the bed and knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around his trembling body as she pulled him closer.

“We heard yelling, what’s wrong?” James questioned as came running into the room. Sirius was by his side, both of their wands pulled out as they looked around.

“It was Y/N,” Lily said as they put their wands away.

“Lily,” James began softly as he sat on the bed. “You know that’s not possible.”

“I brought her back for the day,” she mumbled under her breath as she avoided eye contact with the two.

“Well, did it work?” Sirius asked with a bright smile despite Remus’ state. Lily nodded. “Where is she?”

“She… She left after yelling at Remus.”

“Why did she-” Sirius began to question before a loud crash sounded from the living room.

“Harry!” James exclaimed as he bolted out of the room. Remus began to calm his crying as he chased after him, Sirius and Lily following closely.

“It’s alright, honey,” a soft voice cooed as the four entered the living room.

James’ hand flew to his mouth as his eyes landed on you sitting on the couch with Harry on your lap. You were wiping away the tears that leaked from his eyes, his green eyes watching you curiously.

“You broke my cup!” Sirius cried out as he saw a pile of glass on the kitchen floor. You looked up at him with a smirk and winked.

“See it as something to remember me by.”

“We… I missed you, Y/N/N,” he said sadly as you stood up from the couch. Lily took Harry from your arms before you wrapped Sirius in a tight hug.

“Don’t get all emotional on me, Padfoot,” you joked with a teary laugh as you heard him sniffle.

“You wish,” he teased, pulling away as he attempted to quickly wipe at his eyes so you wouldn’t see his tears. You had barely let go of him before a pair of arms had you wrapped up in another hug.

“I wish I had been there to see your son be born,” you whispered.

“Me, too, Y/L/N,” James replied quietly. He let you out of his arms, placing a kiss to the top of your head before he moved to stand beside Lily and Harry.

You glanced over to where Remus was standing, his eyes glazed over and his face blotchy from the tears. You felt your body fill with guilt and decided to walk towards him.

“Can we talk in your room?” You asked nervously. The others moved to sit on the couch, pretending that they weren’t eavesdropping.

“I don’t know.”

“Remus, if you tell me no, I will leave right now and you will never see me again,” you warned him lowly. He inhaled a sharp breath and began to lead you to his room.

Once the door was shut behind you, Remus sat on the bed. He tapped his fingers in a fast rhythm on his leg and waited for you to speak.

“Happy birthday, Rem,” you murmured, rocking back and forth on your heels.

“I can’t do this with you, Y/N,” he sniffled, his face scrunching up as he attempted to keep his emotions at bay.

“Do what?”

“Act as if you’re not dead, as if you’re still going to be here tomorrow.”

“Then don’t,” you told him, sitting beside him on the bed. He turned to face you, his legs moving so they were crossed in front of him.

“How exactly am I supposed to do that?”

“Don’t act like I’m alive. Ask me about what it’s like to be dead, tell me all the things I’ve missed with you, but don’t pretend that we have forever,” you declared. “This is our proper goodbye, Remus. Then you’ll never have to see me again.”

“I think you’re missing the point, love,” he chuckled under his breath. “I don’t want to never see you again. You’re my soulmate, Y/N. I love you so much, but you shouldn’t be here.”

“But I am here,” you argued with a teary smile. “I know you think that this will ruin you, but I promise it won’t.”

“How do you know that? You dying in my arms destroyed me, Y/N, and now I have to let you go again,” he cried softly. You gently placed your hands on his legs and shook your head.

“You’re not letting me go,” you promised. “I’m always here. This is just a goodbye for now situation.”

“I don’t want to say goodbye at all.”

“Then we won’t.”

“Okay.”

You sat in silence for a few minutes before you stood up from the bed and held your hand out for him to grasp onto.

“I do believe that there’s a party going on in the living room,” you offered with a grin.

“I guess we should join them,” he answered, taking your hand. You took a few steps, tugging him along before you were pulled back into his arms. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

He trailed his hands down your back as he breathed in your familiar scent. It had been so long since he had touched you that he found himself wanting to lock the door to his room and keep you there all day. To talk for hours as you did before. To make love like you used to with him voicing how important you were to him. He closed his eyes as he remembered all the things you used to do with him.

“Peter has just arrived with cake!” Lily announced as she knocked on the door. You felt your body jump in surprise as her voice pulled you from your peaceful state. Remus laughed quietly, loosening his grip on you body so that you could lead him out of the room.

“Peter!” You exclaimed with a smile as you spotted him in the kitchen. He let out a small yelp as he realized who had called out his name and nearly collapsed on the floor.

“You’re dead!” He shrieked, pulling out his wand and aiming it at you. Remus instinctively stepped in front of you, his arm hooked around your waist to keep you from moving.

“It’s alright, Peter,” Remus reassured him. “Put down the wand and we’ll explain.”

“F-Fine,” he gave in, shoving his wand back into his pocket as his eyes scanned you body. “How are you here, Y/N?”

“Lily brought me back for the day,” you explained, moving to step towards him. Peter’s hand flew to his pocket again and Remus immediately pushed you back even more. Lily watched nervously off to the side, Harry in her arms as James prepared to take out his own wand.

“She’s not going to hurt you, Peter,” Remus proclaimed as he refused to tear his eyes away from his friend. “If she wanted us dead then we would be dead. Now let’s calm down and talk things through before we upset Harry.”

Your eyes flickered over to the young boy who was beginning to cry, the sight before him obviously scaring him. You looked back at Peter, watching as Sirius crept up behind him and ripped the wand out of his shirt pocket.

“Ever so eager to fight, Wormtail,” Sirius chided with a laugh, pulling his friend into the living room.

“Peter, I really did bring her back,” Lily promised. “She’s only here for a day.”

“I’m awfully sorry, Y/N,” Peter apologized after a bit of thinking.

“It’s alright, I would have done the same thing,” you stated with a smile. Remus pulled you over to the other side of the room, sitting in a large chair before pulling you onto his lap.

“Who wants cake?” Sirius piped up when he realized that no one else was going to speak. There was a chorus of yes before he went into the kitchen to grab the cake. When he set it on the coffee table in the middle of the room, you couldn’t help the loud laugh that escaped you.

“I love it!” You cheered with a giggle. The cake was pretty much normal, besides the fact that the blue frosting on top read Happy Birthday, Asshole!

Everyone laughed along, but they couldn’t help but watch as you laughed. It had been so long since they had watched the way your eyes crinkled at the corners as you let your laughter fill the room without caring who was there. They had missed the way that you brought an energy to their group that could never be replaced and hadn’t been there since you passed away.

Sirius placed candles on the cake and lit them with his wand before ushering for Remus to blow the flames out. You scurried off his lap to let him walk across the room, singing with the others as he made a wish.

It wasn’t until after the cake had been eaten and presents unwrapped that the conversation finally turned to you. You sat on the floor by the coffee table, making faces at Harry when James decided to bring up something he had always wanted to ask you.

“Will you be his godmother, Y/N?” He murmured so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him.

“W-What?” You stammered out, looking at him with wide eyes.

“Will you be our son’s godmother?” He asked again in a stronger voice as he placed a hand on Lily’s shoulder. They looked at you with hopeful eyes, your hand moving to clamp over your mouth as your eyes filled with tears.

“I would love to be his godmother,” you told them happily. You looked at the young boy with a bright smile and gave him a wave.

“Wave to Y/N, Harry,” Lily attempted to coax Harry as she began to wave his hand for him. After a few seconds of her waving it for him, he finally did it himself and waved at you with twinkling eyes.

“You were the only one we could think of to be his godmother, but you weren’t around for us to ask,” James said, trailing off at the end.

“I wish I could have been there, James.”

“What was it like, Y/N?” Peter asked from his place at the other end of the couch.

“Dying?” You asked. He nodded. “It was like going to sleep. I was kissing Remus and then I just… I just closed my eyes and felt myself leave my body. The pain was gone, but I felt like I was a shattered mirror. I was me, but a mere reflection of what I had been. There was no color, but that’s how it is when your soulmate isn’t dead with you.”

“You weren’t alone, were you?” Remus inquired from the chair behind you. You turned to him and shook your head.

“My grandmother was there to greet me,” you answered with a distant expression. “She took me to see my dead relatives, but no one I’d known before had died. In a way, I guess I was… I am alone.”

The conversation came to an end there, the air in the room filling with an overwhelming amount of sadness. Remus thanked everyone for the gifts and cake, telling them that they could all stay while the two of you spent the rest of your time in his room.

“Peter, don’t go around threatening people with your wand next time,” you joked as you quickly hugged the fidgety young man. Once you let go, you were tugged over to where James was standing with Harry.

“Say goodbye, Harry,” James spoke in a baby voice to his son.

“Goodbye, Harry, you better behave for your mom and dad, now. I won’t be around to get you out of any trouble,” you whispered to the young boy. You gently pinched his cheek before leaning foward and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Take care, James. Treat my best friend well.”

“Of course,” James replied as he gave you a hug. “Be safe out there, Y/N.”

“C'mere, Y/N/N,” Sirius sighed once you were out of James’ arms. “Pay me a visit sometime, alright?”

“I’ll try, but no promises,” you told him with a smile. You buried your face in his neck, your mouth opening to say more, but no words came out.

“I know,” he sniffled, letting you out of his arms.

“Lily,” you whispered as your best friend rushed foward and pulled you into her arms. Your face was buried in her red hair as she sobbed into your neck; you couldn’t help the tears that leaked from your own eyes.

“I’m going to miss you,” she blubbered out through her tears.

“I’ll miss you more,” you cried. “Thank you for all of this, Lily. You are the most amazing friend anyone could ever have.”

“Stop trying to make me cry,” she laughed in your ear as you began to pull away. She gave you one last smile before letting go and walking over to James.

“I don’t want to be seeing you all anytime soon,” you announced with a smirk. They all smiled through their tears, watching as you grabbed onto Remus’ hand and followed him back to his room. With one last wave, you were gone from their lives yet another time.

Remus laid in bed beside you, your bare body pressed against his. In a moment of pure passion, he had allowed himself to become lost in you again; you had always had that effect on him. He didn’t care about how you had said he was bitter and that you were disappointed in him. He knew that your words held the truth.

“You’re being very quiet,” you murmured as you let one of your hands drift down his arm.

“I’m just thinking,” he whispered.

“About what?”

“Everything we could have had.”

“Remus…”

“I know that you said to act like this isn’t goodbye, but it is, Y/N,” he mumbled, turning to press his face into the pillow.

You grasped onto his arm, feeling the tension in it from his frustration. Your eyes drifted to the scar on the side of his face, the one that you had seen when it was still new and a brighter pink. You took note of the new scars that covered his torso and arms; they had become worse since your death.

“Rem, look at me,” you uttered out, moving to brush his hair from his face. He shivered beneath your touch, goosebumps forming on his arms. He reluctantly turned to face you, his eyes clouded with exhaustion from the whirlwind of emotions he had experienced throughout the day. “I’m not asking you to accept this, I just need this to be what we deserved. Can you do that for me? Please?”

“Of course,” he began. “But don’t expect me to tell you goodbye.”

“I can live with that,” you agreed eagerly. You leaned foward and pressed your lips to his, hands moving to tangle into his hair.

“I love you,” he breathed out when you pulled away.

“I love you, too.”

The night went on with declarations of love and storytelling. Remus sat on the bed against the headboard, you sitting in front of him wearing one of his blue sweaters. You had never looked as beautiful to him than sitting there, eyes bright as you told him a story your grandmother had told you about when you were young. The stories started off light and humorous, but as your time neared to an end, they changed.

“Tell me about you,” you commented as Remus pulled the covers over the both of you.

“There isn’t much to tell, Y/N,” he answered with a forced laugh.

“You’re lying,” you pointed out with a narrowed look.

“You really want to know?” He questioned, eyebrows raised. You nodded. “After you died, I wouldn’t let anyone touch anything in our flat. I wouldn’t take your stuff out and I wouldn’t move anything I knew you had touched before we left for the mission. Sirius was over one day while I gathered some papers for Dumbledore and he… he knocked over that vanilla candle you had liked so much. I about tore his head off; I don’t remember much about it except for the part where I lunged at him. It was just… I thought that if everything was the same then it would be like you had never left.”

“Remus, I’m so sorry,” you apologized shakily.

“It’s not your fault, love,” he reassured you. “Sometimes I still find myself making you a cup of tea. The first time I did it, I dropped the kettle; it didn’t help that my reaction after was to shout for you not to walk into the kitchen. Just a few days ago I made you a cup of tea. Set it across from me at the table and let it get cold before I realized that you weren’t-”

He cut himself off with a small sob, his face contorted into one of pure agony. You immediately pulled him against you, wiping at your own tears as you listened to him cry against your neck. You whispered sweet nothings into his ear, rubbing his back to calm him down.

Remus had always been the strongest person you knew. He was covered with self-inflicted scars from his monthly problem, but he never made a fuss. He never let anyone baby him, and he sure as hell would never let anyone see him break. Knowing that your death had shattered him to such an extent broke your heart. You were certain that it broke your friends, too; it seemed that his birthday breakdown wasn’t his first.

When Remus had fallen asleep, you got out of the bed and walked overto the window. The sun was just beginning to rise, and you knew that it was only minutes until you would be torn from Remus’ life again.

“Y/N,” Remus mumbled in his sleep, his arm reaching out to find your body. When his hands only met sheets, he began to thrash around. You raced over and sat on the edge of the bed, brushing his hair out of his face.

“I’m here, my love,” you whispered as he calmed down. You began to feel the world around you fading away, your soul being lifted up. You leaned foward and placed your lips against his for one last time.

Remus rolled over in bed, a small yawn escaping him as he stretched. It wasn’t until he noticed that his arms weren’t touching your body that he realized you were gone. His eyes popped open, the lack of color being the first thing that he saw. The spot beside him in bed was empty, the sunlight pouring in through the window.

He knew that he should have been crying out for you, begging for you to return to him, but he didn’t. He was filled with a sense of peace, knowing that you would always be there for him. He knew that his new goal would be to not disappoint you anymore than he had. He would need to mend his relationships with his closest friends if he wanted to climb out of the dark whole that had consumed him since your death.

Remus laid in bed with a lazy smile. He may not have had you in his arms, but to know that he had spent his birthday with you was more than he could have asked for. It was the closure he needed.

The proper goodbye two soulmates needed.

Professor Evans (2/?)

Summary: Professor Evans and the reader have their tutor session and he asks her something hoping she doesn’t refuse. 

Pairings: Professor!Chris x Student!Reader 

Warnings: Nada 

Word Count: 1k

A/N: I’m so happy with the amount of love the first part got so here is the second part. Thank you for reading and feedback is always appreciated!

Part 1


Originally posted by forassgard

Y/N sat at a table that was at the corner of the coffee house, waiting for Professor Evans Chris to arrive. She kept on flipping through her notes and couldn’t seem to stop her leg from bouncing up and down, unsure if it was the amount of coffee she drank or if the nervousness was getting to her. Y/N knew that Chris was going to go easy on her and be understanding like always, but she couldn’t stop the dark thoughts from entering her mind and making her contemplate even coming to the session. As she was thinking about ditching and coming up with a lame excuse to why she left, Chris’s shadow towered her table.

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Kissing King | Dan Howell

Hello! This is a short fanfic about Dan Howell based on two requests that I got. I hope you enjoy it and let me know what you think!

You leaned a little bit closer into your boyfriend, snuggling your head into his chest. He smelled like flowers, probably because of his laundry detergent, but it was a lovely smell that you’d started to identify with him. You felt him slightly change his posture to accommodate your new position and smiled to yourself. You had been dating Dan for only a few weeks but you felt so at home and relaxed with him. You had known him for a lot longer and your friendship had gradually evolved into something more. Movie nights like these had not been uncommon only now they involved cuddling, which you certainly did not mind. You’d sometimes wonder if Dan ever pondered on why the two of you hadn’t kissed yet, seeing as you’d told him many times that you felt comfortable and safe in his company. He must have thought about it, but being the gentleman that he was, had not asked or bothered you with it. From the corner of your eyes you noticed he’d turned his attention from the tv to you, gazing down at your face with a smile on his. “What are you looking at?” You softly asked, lifting your head so your chin rested on his chest. “My beautiful girlfriend, I believe.” Dan smiled, and he planted a kiss on your cheek. You slightly turned your face to his as he kept his close to you, leaning in and looking into his eyes. He raised his eyebrows as if asking you a question, to which you nodded, because you knew what he meant. Slowly, he put his hand on your cheek, moving his nose over yours once before he kissed you softly, both your eyes closed. He expected you to pull back but you didn’t, instead you let him continue and deepen the kiss.

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