i know this is a request from forever ago

I figured that we’d last longer than we did. It’s been months since I last got to enjoy the feeling of my fingers resting in the spaces between yours. Perhaps someone else has that luxury now. It’s been said that time heals everything. It has gotten a little bit easier to breathe, but some days it feels like time’s real purpose is to make my wounds wider. As the days pass, our past gets farther away from me I wish I could get it back. Nostalgia has a rude way of waiting until the quiet of night to tease me with memories of how we used to be. I hate that you’re nothing more than that now, a memory, a dream. Maybe somewhere you’re dreaming about me. Maybe you have a little love left over. I know I do. Maybe I always will.
—  Maxwell Diawuoh, Request: we broke up months ago and I still love him so much. Time keeps going and I’m slowly moving on and it makes me sad because I wanted to have him forever and the time we spent together keeps getting farther and farther away
Wink

Request: “If you write scenarios can you please do a Yuta one? Just him in all his cocky pervert glory I’ll cry forever thanks.”

Starring: NCT’s hoe Yuta Ft. Hansol

Genre: Classmate!AU, Drabble

Word Count: 462 words

Warning: Very short!!! lol

A/N: I know you wanted a scenario but I ended up making this into a short drabble…But let me know if you want an expansion on this~ Enjoyyyy

You rolled your eyes as you entered your classroom, still not used to the swarm of girls that swooned over the new transfer student from Japan that had just switched to your school two weeks ago.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled as you pushed pass the body of female students that blocked you from entering your classroom, but none of them budged.

“EXCUSE ME!” You yelled louder. Your patience was hanging by a thread. You had slept through your alarm in the morning and had already missed your first two periods. The last thing you wanted to do was be late for this class as well. You shoved with all your might; prying the girls from the doorway as you climbed over the body of students, safely making it into your seat on time.

“Y/N, you okay?” You looked up only to see the honey blonde locks of your best friend, Hansol. He was heaving by the time he settled down into the desk next to you. You could tell that even as tall as he was, he still struggled to get past the students that blocked the doorway to your classroom, waiting to get a glimpse of the new student.

“He’s not even that cute,” you glared at the back of the head of the new transfer student, hoping that you could burn a hole straight through him.

“Well, I think he’s kinda cute,” Hansol murmured. You slapped his arm earning you a little whine and pout. Your best friend chuckled as he ruffled your hair leaving your head looking like a bird’s nest. “I’m kidding, Y/N, although I do think he is quite handsome.”

You stuck out your tongue in disgust, your eyes were still glued to the back of his head. Who even dyes their hair purple? Who does he think he is? Some fancy celebrity?

“Y/N,” Hansol nudged you, “You’re staring,” he whispered.

“I know, I’m trying to burn a hole through the back of his head, Hansol. Now, stop trying to mess up my concentration.” Your knitted eyebrows came undone as you realized the purple head you were staring at was slowly turning around. The boy made eye contact with you before raising an eyebrow and throwing a wink at you, the corner of his lips rising to form a smirk before he turned away.

“Did he just—“ Your blood was boiling at this point, a rush of confusion hitting you as a hint of fever brushed over your cheeks making them pink.

Your best friend stared at you, laughing as he noticed your now rosy cheeks.

“Well, Y/N, I think he definitely felt that burn you were trying to drill into the back of his head. And you sure as hell caught his attention with it.”

10

Whooooa heeeeeey, Sketchdump Sunday!

That’s right, it’s time for another handful of RANDOM SKETCHES AND UNFINISHED/UNRELEASED PIECES! WHEEEE!

Today’s sketchdump features the emotional guilt tripping of a tiny miqo’te who demands we fight primals for stickers. I’m on to you, tinycatte! I see your game! Also included is Cakedad (who was almost Pizzadad in my FC! But it just doesn’t have the same ring as Cakedad), a bunch of random Bee-Doing-Bee-Things doodles, Mara escaping from a giant birb while stealing all the internet’s most treasured birb pics, a concept sketch for a baby D’riz that I forgot to post forever ago, and a magitek ahriman that was requested as a mount. :B

OH AND BONUS DOODLES  (that didn’t fit in the main set) :V

He sure did.

Probably lewd things, Momodi.

“Song of Doomy-whatsit now?”

Lost Words (Barry Allen x Reader)

Part Three

Part One  Part Two

Prompt:  You had just come back to Central City after four years in college to major in medicine. When you came back, everything’s changed. Metahumans are now a thing, The Flash is running around the city, and you are now a doctor at Central City hospital. The only thing that hasn’t changed is your unresolved and unrequited love for Barry Allen.

Word Count: 2.5kish

Author’s Note: Guys, it’s part three! I promised y’all a part on Wednesday, and here it is. I hope it lives up to your expectations. Anyways, I loved see you guys in my inbox and it really does make my day a whole whole lot better:) and btw the drug used at the end is a real thing, in case y’all didn’t know, I just learned about it yesterday in Health Science class and I was like, ya know that would be awesome for this imagine….


You woke up the next morning staring at the ceiling of your apartment. You thought about the events from yesterday. How Barry, your Barry Allen, was the infamous Flash that the majority of the city adores. He has saved countless lives and puts himself in danger everyday. The sun peeked through your blinds, leaving bright stripes across your dark bedroom. You were still slightly hurt that no one told you about Barry’s secret, even if they were respecting Barry’s request. Then, you thought about the time where your life changed forever.


*11 years ago*

Your 12 year old self sat on the benches of the police department, waiting for your mom to come pick you up. You weren’t feeling well at school so your dad had to pick you up, but there was an incident and then there were the sounds of gunshots. The next thing you knew, you were getting put into another cop car and sent here, told by an officer to wait for your mother. 

You sighed heavily. You didn’t really comprehend what happened, all you knew was that you’d been waiting for 2 hours, sitting on a wooden bench alone. Just then, a boy your age came up to you with a smile. You looked up from your shoes.

He started to talk but then stuttered, forming incoherent words.

You smiled. “What, did you lose your words?” you asked.

His eyes grew slightly. “Did I what?”

“You know, lose your words. My mom says that to me all the time when I stutter,” you explained, reminding yourself just where the hell your mom was now.

The boy chuckled nervously before scratching the back of his head. “Uh, yeah, I think I did. Um, so, what’s your, uh, name?” he asked you.

Your smile grew larger. You thought he was kinda cute. “Y/N. I’m Y/N. What’s yours?”

He returned your smile and extend out a hand to you. “I’m Barry! My adoptive dad works here so I was just hanging around.”

“Really?! My dad works here too!” you replied enthusiastically.

He was going to reply when a girl with dark thick hair in a ponytail came running around the corner. 

“Barry!” she exclaimed. “I thought we were gonna do some homework in the conference room.”

Barry turned around to look at the girl running up to you two. “Iris, come meet Y/N! Her dad works here too.” He gave you a small smile.

The girl, Iris, smiled at you. “Hey! Do you want to come do homework with us? I see you brought your backpack.” She pointed at the backpack that you had to carry around with you since you left school. You looked down and thought for a second. You weren’t very good at talking to new people, and you were definitely more comfortable just sitting on the bench, but they seemed like nice friends and they were your age! Maybe it was time to step out of your comfort zone.

You nodded happily. “Sure!” You slung your backpack around your shoulders and followed the two to the room that they had set up.

Barry glanced over at you as you walked across the police department. “Looks like I found my words, Y/N!”


*Present time*

You sat up in bed, the clock reading 6:38 in red numbers. You were in shock and you were hurt, but you knew that Barry and Iris were still your best friends. You couldn’t just be mad at them without them giving you an explanation. Especially Barry. Oh, especially Barry. 

You rubbed your hands down your face in frustration. You could never be mad at them for more than a day. 

“Dang it, I hate myself,” you whispered. You flung the bed covers off of yourself and went to get ready. You were going to S.T.A.R. Labs. 

Two hours later you found yourself in the same elevator that you left in tears just a couple hours ago. You took a deep breath. Now that you’ve slept on it, you realize how rash you acted. You let your emotions get the best of you, and it was stupid. 

“This isn’t high school, Y/N,” you whispered to yourself. “Barry must have a reason. This isn’t high school.” The elevator doors opened and you walked towards the cortex. The empty hallways did nothing to soften the sound of your sandals against the tile which made you only more aware of your closeness to the place where Barry had almost lost his life.

You walked in to see Cisco alone in front of the computers with headphones in.

“Cisco?” you called out. No response.

You looked around, not really sure what you were looking for.

“Cisco?” you asked, a little louder. He was still clicking away when suddenly he jumped up in excitement and made a loud ‘Whoop!’ You took a step back and raised your eyebrows in surprise. Then he turned around and faced you with his headphones still in and his arms raised in triumph. 

“Oh, shit!” Cisco yelled. He pulled his headphones out and bent over the desk, clutching his heart. You suddenly came running from the doorway to him.

“What, are you okay? Are you having a heart attack?” you asked concerned.

“No,” he started, catching his breath, “just the fact that you scared the living crap out of me. Really, Y/N, you need to announce yourself before standing there like something out of a horror movie.” You looked down at your sweater and jeans and was about to ask how that looked like a horror movie, but you thought that you could live without knowing the answer to that.

You laughed at his dramatic reaction. “I’m sorry, Cisco. I’ll remember to ring the doorbell next time I come,” you teased. He glared at you before slumping back into the leather chair.

“So,” he asked with his head in his hand, “what are you doing here?” 

“I, uh, actually came here to talk to Barry. Is he here?” you questioned.

“Yeah, he’s actually just down that hall in the Speed Lab,” he said, pointing to your right outside the Cortex.

“Great,” you smiled, “Thanks, Cisco.” You were about to turn around when he stopped you.

“Wait, Y/N, I have a question.”

“Yeah?” You looked at him confused.

“Do you like Barry?” Cisco asked, staring straight at you.

Your eyes grew wide. Oh, crap. Panicking, you did the first thing that came to your mind when you get nervous.

You burst out in laughter.

“What?! Me? Liking Barry? Oh, please. No…no way. It’s Barry! Barry likes Iris, it’d be like emotional suicide to like…Barry…” you trailed off.

“Mhmm,” Cisco responded, obviously not believing you. You sighed in defeat.

“Yeah, I do,” you whispered. “That’s weird, you’re the first person to notice that I like him.”

“Well, I am Cisco,” he gloated and gave his smirk. You rolled your eyes as you leaned against the doorway of the Cortex.

“I’m just kidding, Y/N. I have known you for a couple months now, it’s not that hard to miss. I mean, your eyes trail on him just a couple more seconds longer than you do with others. Your face lights up whenever he enters a room.” You looked at him in pleasant surprise. Who knew Cisco was so observant?

“Yeah, I know. I’ve always been bad at hiding my feelings but no one seemed to notice. And he still likes Iris so I’ve been trying to get rid of my feelings…with no success,” you sighed.

“Actually,” Cisco started, “I think Barry doesn’t like Iris anymore. I watch them. She’ll drop hints to ask him out and sometimes it’s just a flat out question, but he always refuses. Always. And you know what I think?” He pointed at you with a suspicious look. 

“I think that he’s rejecting her because he likes you,” Cisco concluded.

You scoffed. “Please, Cisco, don’t give me false hope.” He put his hands up in surrender and shrugged.

“I’m not! I’m just saying,” he defended himself. You chuckled. “Yeah, sure, whatever. I’m gonna go find Barry now.”

“You do that!” Cisco replied as you rounded the corner to find your speedster.

You walked into a large room that you assumed was the Speed Lab as Barry’s vitals beeped on the table and you saw yellow lightning running in circles upstairs above you. Just then, Barry came down from the second level and looked at you from the entrance. 

“Y/N,” he said shocked.

“Hi, Barry,” you said. A pause. “So, how are you doing? I hope you’re taking it slow since you’re not fully healed yet.”

He smiled. “Yeah, don’t worry, making sure to not rip anything.” Another pause.

Barry opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. 

“I’ve seemed to have lost my words,” he mumbled. You gave a small smile. Ever since that day at the police station, you two have said that to each other when one person didn’t know what to say. You rarely used that line. Only once when Barry caught you almost skipping in middle school. He scolded you and told you to come back to class. You internally smiled at the memory.

“It’s okay. I’ll talk,” you started. You took a step towards him. “Barry, I…I want you to know that I care for you. You are my best friend and I want to be there for you every day. But, it hurts when you don’t let me do that.”

Barry finally looked up at you from his leather boots. “Y/N, I know. Joe told me what happened and I had no idea you felt like that. I’m sorry. I never intended for you to feel left out. I just…I can’t have something happen to you, Y/N. I can’t have you getting hurt be on me.”

You breathed out a small laugh. “That’s why you wouldn’t tell me? Because you were worried that I would get hurt?”

“Yes, Y/N! Every single person who knows my secret is in danger of getting hurt or worse. If they get hurt, it’s on me. And I can’t handle you being in danger.” He was now in front of you, close enough to where you could see the gold flecks in his green eyes and the worried creases that laid on his forehead.

You smiled and took one of his leather clad hands. “You don’t have to worry about me, Bar. I can take care of myself,” you said softly.

He started to shake his head. “No, Y/N. You don’t know what I go against every day. All of the people I care about are behind me and I worry if they’re going to be collateral damage. If you get hurt because of me…” Barry shook his head and looked off into the distance.

“Hey,” you held his face to look at yours. “Stop blaming things on yourself, Barry Allen. Even you, a man who can run into the future, can’t predict it yourself. No matter what happens to anyone, it isn’t your fault. It never is, okay? If somehow I get hurt or Joe does, it is not your fault. You need to stop taking care of other people and take care of yourself for once! Don’t push people away because you’re afraid. Pull them closer so that they can support you.” You squeezed his hands slightly, emphasizing your presence with him.

He looked at you with the saddest eyes and then you knew what was coming. Barry pushed you away.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. But you need to go. I can’t have you here anymore,” he whispered. You dropped your arms by your sides.

“Really? Barry, I can take care of myself! I’m not some damsel in distress that needs constant attention. I won’t even be here most of the time. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, Bar.” The pain returned. How could he not want you here? He was okay with everyone else, but once again, not you.

“I…” he shook his head in frustration. “I just need you to leave, okay, Y/N?” With that, he sped away to God knows where, leaving you in the large, empty room with nothing but the beeps of the computers.


You angrily slammed the door of your car as you parked on the curb of your apartment complex.

“Stupid Barry. Stupid Y/N. You thought he liked you,” you scoffed to yourself. You groaned in anger when suddenly a crash pulled your attention to the other side of the street. It was a metahuman, robbing the jewelry store that laid across your apartment. He was shooting electricity out of his hands when suddenly, the man in the scarlet suit arrived.

People were running away from the scene, but you stayed locked in your spot. You knew you had to leave, yet something told you to stay put. You couldn’t leave Barry alone even though you knew that Cisco and Caitlin were in his ear comm. You couldn’t run knowing exactly just how dangerous electricity was. In the hospital, electricity was used to restart a heart, but it could stop one just as quickly.

You watched the scene unfold. Barry had gotten hit twice which made you uneasy but he seemed to get right back up. That was when you heard a groan. Beside the fight scene between the two metas, you saw a woman severely injured. It seemed that a part of metal had pierced her abdomen and blood was everywhere. You remembered your first aid kit in the trunk of your car. 

“Y/N!” Barry yelled as his opponent was the the middle of getting up from a hit. “You need to leave!” Then, he zipped off to fight the man again. You looked at the woman. You could save her. You car wasn’t even locked yet. You could just grab the kit, run, fix her up, and go in less than 10 minutes. After a quick battle between your two voices, you popped the trunk, snatched the black bag that held your medical supplies and ran as fast as you could to the bleeding victim. 

“Hey, I’m a doctor. I’m going to help you, okay? I just need you to hold on. Stay alive,” you whispered to her. She nodded slightly, her breath coming in short huffs. 

“Okay,” you whispered to yourself. You made sure to check that Barry and the meta were a good distance away from you before examining her. You decided to keep the metal in since you didn’t know what the damages were. You bandaged the gash to keep as much blood in as possible. Soon enough you were finished, you only had to get her to a hospital quickly. As you packed your supplies as fast as you could, a loud crash came from behind you. 

Barry had flung the meta into a car that was parked right behind you. He got up, blue electricity sizzling off of him. You grabbed a syringe from the kit that you knew would come in handy if he did what you hoped he’d do. And he did it.

His eyes locked with yours and in three long strides, he grabbed you by the neck and pushed your body against his, using you as a shield. 

“No!” Barry exclaimed. 

The meta chuckled menacingly. “Let me go, Flash. And I’ll let your little girlfriend go.” 

Barry extended out a hand warily. “Stop, please, don’t hurt her. You want me. Fight me.” You could feel the syringe growing sweaty in your palm. You need to put this medication straight into his heart or it won’t work. You just needed to move slightly to the right…

Without thinking, you stepped on his right foot, making him lose his grip on you. You turned around and stabbed the syringe right where his heart was located and quickly injected him with the drug. A second later he fell to the ground, heart stopped and unconscious. Then you looked at Barry.

“Flash! GO! You have four seconds,” you yelled panicking. Barry stared at you for one second before he sped away to handcuff the meta and doused him in water to kill the electricity. Right when Barry turned the nearby water hose off, you could see the meta’s chest start to rise and fall once again yet still unconscious.

Barry looked at you with relief and ran back to you. He held your face in between his hands. “Are you okay?” he asked worried. You covered your hands with his.

“Yes, I’m great. I told you I can take care of myself, Flash,” you remarked. Barry smiled his famous smile at you. You looked him in the eyes. “You won’t push me away, Barry,” you whispered. “No matter how hard you try, I will always be here for you. Whether you like it or not.”

Barry rubbed his thumbs along your cheek bones softly.

“You know,” he said in a hushed tone, “Cisco said I should make a move on you. And that you wouldn’t mind.”

Nerves suddenly took over your body and instincts took over. You gave him a gigantic smile and responded in the same hushed voice. “No,” you said, “I…would not.”

The next thing you knew, Barry had placed his lips on yours. A second passed as you froze. A million things ran through your mind. But you were only focused on one. As you kissed back with your fingers around his neck and his hands around your waist, you could only think about how all this time you thought Barry wasn’t the one. But, in that moment, you couldn’t even think about being with anyone else except the man that was with you right now.

You don’t know if you would’ve stopped kissing Barry anytime soon when suddenly, claps began to appear around you, Then, a full blown applause. That’s when you realized that you were still in public. And that the entire city probably saw the scene that unfolded in front of them.

“Oh, crap,” you said as you hid your face in Barry’s chest. You weren’t very good with the spotlight on you.

Barry chuckled before carrying you so that he could run out of the scene for the police to take care of.

“Oh, wait!” you told Barry right when he was about to run. You pointed at the police and told them a quick run over the woman who was laying stable on the floor behind you. They nodded, quick loading her into an ambulance. It was only when the sirens of the vehicle faded then could you peacefully go with Barry. You nodded at him and in a second, the two of you disappeared in a blur. 

He dropped you gently on the couch of your apartment. He sat next to you before taking off his mask and kissing you again but with more passion this time. You pulled away, breathless. 

“Please don’t push me away again, Bar,” you murmured.

Barry hugged you tightly, burying his face in your shoulder. 

“Never again, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you now.”

You smiled contently. “Seems like you’ve found your words, Barry,” you teased. He gave you a loving smile. 

As long as you had Barry and your friends right beside you, maybe Central City wouldn’t be that bad. In fact, it was great to be back home.


The End

Movie Night

Summary - It’s the group’s movie night and Seokjin’s countless threats mean nothing to horny boyfriends.

Genre - smut

A/N - Hi I wrote this forever ago and posted it on AO3 but then I got lazy and never posted it here I am sorry but enjoy now!!! I take requests!

Warning - this fic contains daddy kink so if you don’t like that then keep scrolling

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anonymous asked:

aah!!! this is my first time ever requesting a headcanon and im a little nervous ahah so im really sorry if your requests are suddenly closed or something haha but can you do a headcanon about credence being in a relationship with a reader who listens to heavy metal? ahh gosh this is really weird but i would really appreciate it if you would do it! I'm also sorry in advance if you aren't able to do it or this isnt just your type of thing :) i totally understand 💕

omg hi, babe, i know this is from forever ago, but i’m finally getting a chance to actually look at what’s been requested rip,, this isn’t weird at all, and i’m absolutely down to give this a crack!!

  • he’s taken with you when he first meets you but doesn’t know quite how to place what that means
  • you just have a quiet intensity that he can identify with and that he appreciates greatly
  • he tends to think of you in soft colors and loves how you make him feel that he doesn’t have to say anything if he doesn’t want to and that you’ll get him anyway
  • so imagine his shock when he hears your music through the wall, drumming causing the walls to rumble and bass causing the floor to pulse
  • not to mention the voices, so loud and present and unlike how you yourself are (or how you present yourself around him)
  • he isn’t quite sure what to make of it at first, since he’s just listening through the walls, but he wants to find out
  • after all, it’s you who’s listening, and at this point, he’s accepted his crush on you and knows he wants to Understand
  • he wonders if you’ll hear his knocking on your door over the music
  • you do
  • when you open the door, you smile in surprise at credence, and he hopes he hasn’t interrupted you or anything, but you just invite him in, so he supposes he hasn’t
  • he asks you about your music, so you explain to him
  • what it means to you, who your favorite bands are, who is currently playing, etc etc
  • credence finds that he doesn’t mind it so much now that he sees the light it puts in your eyes when you talk about it
  • he also admires your expression when you listen to it, how the music seems to take you over and it’s all you can pay attention to
  • he visits your room every day after that to talk to you about music and listen to whatever songs you recommend or put on
  • he especially likes when you explain why a certain song is important to you, since it often means you share a pretty private piece of yourself with him that most people don’t know
  • it makes him feel special
  • he also finds he especially likes the lyrics–they tend to have a weight to them that he really likes and feels give voice to some things he hadn’t been able to express
  • it’s during one of these Music Conversations that you admit your feelings to him, leaving him dumbfounded
  • but he’s sure to confess that the feeling is mutual
  • so music is really the thing that brought the two of you together, giving you a link and a means to express complex/heavy emotions that are hard to bring up casually
  • music was just how you two really got to know each other
  • so credence ends up having a soft spot in his heart for some heavy metal
Lifeline (Part 1)

Note: I fixed the formatting!!This was a request that I took forever to write because I honestly didn’t know where to go with it until a little bit ago while being half asleep (the best ideas come at night).

Summary: Daryl rescues you from a walker attack, but your family doesn’t make it. You’re welcomed into Alexandria by Carl, who Daryl brings around you since you’re around his age. 

It was single-handedly the most gruesome thing you had ever seen. You heard nothing as you watched your family get taken down one by one, torn apart in places that included their hands, throats, and stomachs. Skin was torn, blood splattered across the walls and floors. It was practically a pool now. 

Your brother’s blood sprayed across your face and partly in your mouth, and you vomitted. Daryl held you by your waist as you continuously screamed and tried to escape his hold. He pulled you out the last second, and no one else could have possibly been saved by the onslaught of walkers that took over. 

You had never met him before, he just happened to be there ready to interrogate you and possibly welcome you into his camp. He rips you away from the scene with a look of sadness on his face and helps you escape out a small second story window which hurts your ankles a bit when you land. He rushes you to his bike all while your mind is in such a frenzy that you can’t even see straight.

l After reaching his gated community, he helps you off his bike and leads you into a house and into an empty room. He shakes his head at anyone who tries to speak to you. You don’t eat for days. You cry until you fall asleep, wake up, cry, sleep. It was an ongoing cycle that seemed to last forever. Daryl brought food to you three times a day. A boy was with him sometimes. He seemed around your age and wore a sheriff’s hat. 

 You ate some and threw some up. You never got much down. Your brother wasn’t able to eat anymore. He deserves to be here instead of you. You wondered if the pain of being eaten alive was as bad as your seemingly endless emptiness. All you felt anymore were your swollen eyes and a terrifying loneliness.

 About two weeks after the incident, you decide to take a very long shower and sit on your bed with fresh clothes on. A knock sounded on the door and then the boy entered with a small stack of comic books.

 “H-hey. You probably don’t want to talk or anything, which is okay. I brought you these,” he held the stack up, “in case you wanted to read or distract yourself. These are some of my favorites, so you might like them.” He nervously sets them on the bed next to you and backs off a few steps. 

 “Thanks.” You’re surprised at how weak and scratchy your voice was.

 “I’m Carl.” He put on a small smile and rubbed the back of his neck. 

 “Y/N.” You kept your answers short. He was a nice boy. 

The sun was much too bright, you concluded after spending not even a minute outside. The weather was cooling down for autumn, and winter was your favorite month. 

Daryl checked on you almost obsessively and it warmed your heart to see someone you barely knew care so much. You looked from your small window and saw Carl playing with a baby in a grass lawn, helping her walk. It was a very precious sight. You smiled and watched until he went inside. These were good people. You owed them your life.

 Carl came back two days after the last time you saw him and asked if you read the comics and which were your favorite and how do you think this story will end and how funny some DC characters are and the enthusiasm made you smile. After a second of trying to gain the courage to speak, you went on and eventually got into a comfortable conversation about what powers you would want if you could have any. You picked mind reading and Carl wanted practically anything that would help protect his family.

 You smiled a lot that day. You still cried a lot. Carl would catch you zoning out and he would always grab your hand and squeeze it. It never failed to bring you back to earth. 

 After two months, you had integrated yourself into the group, never having directly introduced yourself to anyone. You spent a lot of time with Daryl learning how to shoot with guns and a bow and arrow. You decided on that weapon so you could make your own arrows and craft a bow that propels arrows hard enough to break walker skulls. It saved the group ammo. 

 “How old is Judith?” You asked Carl while you three sat in his living room. Her chubby hands grasped your fingers as you helped her stand up. 

 “Almost a year probably.” 

 “How old are you?” You let go of her hands and got ready to catch her if she fell. Judith wobbled a little bit but stayed put. “Good girl!” You smiled brightly and nuzzled her nose.

 “Seventeen.” He leaned back onto his hands and watched you two with a smile. 

 “I’ll be seventeen soon. In like a week actually.” You brushed hair out of her eyes after she sat back down and threw her arms around making noises. 

“What do you wanna do for your birthday?” 

 “I would very much like to forget it. I don’t want to acknowledge it.” You and your little brother shared the same birthday, but five years apart. You used to be mad that he always got all the attention, but you grew to not care for it.

 “Why?” You hadn’t noticed that you were looking off elsewhere. Judith was crawling onto your lap, but you couldn’t seem to focus on anything anymore. “Y/N?” 

You could hear Carl, but a familiar pain built up in your chest and your vision got blurry. You stood up and let Judith on the floor. “Hey.” He reached for you, but you were already running out of the house. It was going to be one of those nights. It was going to be like most nights where you cry until you’re unconscious, thinking about your family. 

 You always felt so bad for being such a burden to Carl. He was always so sweet to you, but you didn’t seem to be getting much better. You had spent years so close to your family and growing closer because of the experiences of this new world, and then they were gone. You didn’t feel yourself anymore, and you felt life was surreal. Your dreams are riddled with pictures of your family getting torn apart alive. It keeps you up, and it keeps you distant. You wonder sometimes if you should stop talking to Carl for the fact that he can always die too, but he was your lifeline. Daryl was also so sweet and Rick treated you like family. 

 You were laying on your bed when Carl came through your bedroom door. You looked over at him with tears streaming down your face, hiccuping. He looked around for a second before walking to the other side of your bed and laying behind you. Settling an arm around your waist, he moved his face into your hair and sighed. “It’s okay,” he said softly and squeezed you tight.

 You turned around and nuzzled your face into his neck while wrapping your arms around him. You had never been this close to anyone, let alone a boy that wasn’t family. You calmed down after a few moments into a quiet sniffle every once in a while, listening to him breathe.

Super Mom

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Epilogue

A/N: Yes, another part for Super Mom. I know that you might be sick of this series already but I like writing it and it seems like some of you like it too! I have few one shots that were requested many, many months ago and I am planning on writing them. Late Night Intros part 4 is in my drafts as well. After I’ve posted that, I will start working on other imagines. I’m not saying I’ll stop writing Super Mom and Late Night Intros forever!! I’m just saying I need to take a break from them until I’m done with the other requests. Tell me if you’d like for me to continue Super Mom when I’m done with the other imagines. ALSO, the person who requested some smut for this part, I’m sorry but I’ve never really written smut before and I’m not very comfortable with it. I’m not saying smut is gross or anything like that, it’s not but I just don’t want to do it, at least not yet. Sorry!

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 3,402

Warning(s): Caden gets a bit whiny when he’s sick, someone needs to put a dollar in the swear jar (there’s a one curse word)


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“and where do i go?” For Jonsa 😊

Okay, so, fluff is not my forte; never has been. But I do try, and I think this just about borders that fine line between subtle angst and romance. Also, I’m super sorry it took so long to get this out. It takes me ages to write prompts. I do think I went a little overboard with the request itself though because this is basically a oneshot revolving around a proper storyline instead of just a small prompt fulfilment. I do that, though; write too much and regret sharing too many details. But then I also love my writing and my knack for detailed descriptions and accounts. So… Yeah, I’ll stop talking now. Anyway, enjoy, and please let me know what you think! (PS: And request anything anytime and I will try my best to get around to it because I love writing for you guys and myself!)

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It seems like forever ago that they learned of Robb’s engagement.

He’d called Sansa late on a Saturday night, when she was feeding her dog Lady after just getting getting home from work at the store.

He’d been loud and boisterous, and she could just about make out the sound of Talisa’s voice piping up in the background.

“We’re engaged! She said yes, San!”

She was happy for her brother, truly.

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Will 'need dick like air' Graham

A sweet anon requested more of what she called ‘Wanton Will’, so here it is.

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“Will,” Hannibal groans, gritting his teeth. “We’re going to be heard, my love.”

“I don’t care,” Will replies, breathless, entirely focused on getting Hannibal’s slacks unzipped.

“You’ll likely care when we’re in prison, separated.”

Will looks up from under his lashes. “You’re not really going to deny me, are you?”

Hannibal melts a little, though he’d never admit it. “Have I ever?” He asks fondly, cupping Will’s cheek.

“I can think of a few times.”

“Once, and only because there were officers in the n-”

Hannibal’s voice is strangled by Will bending down and taking Hannibal’s cock in his mouth. The slick heat of it makes Hannibal’s knees tremble.

It only lasts a moment before Will pulls back. “I think I could come just from knowing that you’re leaking already. Knowing how much you want me…”

“Every day, forever, beloved.”

Quickly, Will turns around and braces his hands against the wall. “Hard, please.”

Such a simple request but it makes Hannibal’s heart pound. Will is still open from their lovemaking mere hours ago, right before they left the house, but still, he feels like a vice around Hannibal’s aching cock.

The stall is too tiny for Hannibal to truly have any force behind his thrusts, so he takes Will’s hair in a tight fist and carves his nails into Will’s hip. It’s clear his boy wants to hurt and Hannibal is always happy to oblige.

Will groans when Hannibal bottoms out, the noise echoing off the walls.

“You have to be quiet, darling, the entire restaurant could hear you.”

“Fuck them, their hollandaise sauce was despicable.”

Hannibal bends to press his forehead against the back of Will’s neck, chuckling and gasping at the same time as the movement pushes him deeper into Will’s body. “Your seduction techniques are unmatched.”

“Hannibal,” Will growls, impatient.

He’s a needy boy. Hannibal loves him so very much.

The enclosed space becomes overheated in no time, and Hannibal can feel sweat gathering at the base of his spine under his suit. Will is positively wanton, pushing back and clawing at the wall in front of him.

Hannibal slips his hand inside Will’s slacks, wanting to feel Will’s climax while he’s inside him, but Will gasps and clutches his wrist.

“No, don’t- I won’t need it. You’re perfect. Just don’t stop, please, please…”

The begging that proves Will is getting close is the sweetest music to Hannibal’s ears. Hannibal loathes reaching release before his beloved.

Suddenly, there’s the distinct bang of the bathroom door opening, and Hannibal’s heart falters.

“Yeah, no, we’re just finishing up, hon,” the man says into what Hannibal figures is his phone, pacing back and forth in front of the mirror.

When he goes still, Will lets out a whimper, seemingly involuntarily. Hannibal quickly covers Will’s mouth with his palm, pulling him up until Hannibal’s chest is pressed flush against Will’s back.

“I can bring him to class before work in the morning.”

Hannibal clenches his eyes shut when Will starts grinding down onto his cock, overwhelmed. Will reaches up and behind himself, tangling his fingers in Hannibal’s hair.

“Will,” Hannibal breathes into Will’s ear, as quietly as possible. “Stop. For just a moment, mylimasis, he-”

Hannibal feels his orgasm building quickly in the pit of his stomach. Will’s undulating, and the fact that Will’s body has taken over his mind is pure ecstasy for Hannibal. He’s not intentionally trying to get them caught, he’s not intentionally ignoring Hannibal.

He just needs it so badly that the consequences are irrelevant. Hannibal feels like he can’t breathe.

“No, hon, I swear, I haven’t had much to drink. Just a glass of wine.”

Will’s movements become jerky, and when Hannibal feels Will’s mouth shaping the word ‘please’ against his palm, Hannibal sinks his teeth into Will’s neck to stifle the growl wanting to escape his throat.

Will comes, hard, neck straining against Hannibal’s mouth and his nails slicing into Hannibal’s scalp.

The constrictions of his body pull Hannibal’s climax from him forcibly, and without thinking, Hannibal punches the marble tile of the wall in hopes of staying verbally silent.

“-and then Mike said-”

At the sound of cracking tile, the man’s explanation stopped abruptly. Hannibal is still covering Will’s mouth, but his knees are starting to give from exhaustion and crushing bliss.

“What? No, no, I’m here. Someone broke a dish or something. Anyway, I’m driving myself home…”

Will wiggles slightly, then shivers when Hannibal slips from him. He pulls Hannibal’s hand from his mouth and turns to face him.

He looks drugged. He looks beautiful. Hannibal is still holding his breath.

Will smiles and puts his finger to his mouth. It’s another three minutes before the man leaves, and Hannibal finally feels his limbs relax.

Finally feels the pain that comes with that relaxation.

“My hand is broken.”

Will grabs it gingerly, looking it over carefully. After two beats of silence, Will breathes, “Christ, that’s hot.”

Hannibal is sure that Will Graham is going to be the death of him. He’s also sure that he’s never been happier about anything in his life.

Imagine Taking Sam On A Roller Coaster

Request: Can you do one where reader takes TFW to an amusement park and Sam and reader end up holding hands on a ride cause Sam is scared? – Anonymous

Author’s Note: I hope you like it! I used The Beast from Kings Island because I’ve road it (forever ago, but still) and I loved it. If no one knows what I’m talking about, here is some information about it. Y’all have a good Friday and don’t forget to send in those request! – Haley xx


“Can you even fit?” you asked Sam.

You born and raised in Ohio close to Columbus, but even closer to Kings Island. The four of you, Cas, Dean, Sam and yourself, were passing through Ohio heading back home, but you begged Dean to let you all stop for a day.

Kings Island was the place to go every summer. You and your family always went a few times during those hot months and you would stand in line for hours just to ride The Beast, the best wooden roller coaster in your opinion. Plus, you knew Sam and Dean had never been here or to an amusement park before in their life and they just had to go.

You and Sam were currently in line for The Beast while Dean and Cas stood off in the shade. Dean refused to get on a wooden roller coaster and Cas started naming off worse ways to die, so you pull Sam into line with you.

“I think,” he said.

“I hope so,” you bounced in your spot. “This is my favorite ride.”

The line moved fast and you and Sam were finally able to get on. You shoved Sam into the very first car in the train and strapped both of you in. “Should we be in front?” Sam asked.

“Being in front is the best part,” you smiled. “You aren’t scared, are ya?”

Sam scoffed, “Me, afraid of a roller coaster? Sounds like bullshit.” You laughed and pulled the lap restraint down across yours and Sam’s legs. The train lurched forward and you saw Sam hold onto the restraint for dear life. “There’s no loops, or anything crazy like that?” Sam asked.

“Nope, just some drops.”

The train took a slow turn left and everyone started cheering as it chugged up the first drop. It felt like an eternally getting up there, but when the train dropped, you threw up your hands up. This was the best part of sitting up front, the wind hitting your face, getting to see what came next, and being able to scream as loud as you wanted.

The twist and turns of the ride made you feel like a kid again. The second drop was getting ready to happen, and this was your favorite one because of the break before the drop. Adrenaline was rushing in veins and everyone else on the roller coaster train were chanting and yelling. You hadn’t been paying attention to Sam the last few minutes, but you weren’t worried, until the train dropped and Sam’s warm large hand held tightly onto yours.

When the ride was over, you had to pry Sam’s off of yours so you could unbuckle and move the lap restraint. Sam’s hands were shaking when you helped him off the train. “I wasn’t scared,” Sam said, trying to shove his hands into his pockets.

“Sam, it’s okay,” you reassured him. You all found Dean and Cas standing at the picture booth. The Beast had hidden cameras all over the ride and when you walked up, Dean was doubled over laughing. “What’s so funny?”

He pointed at a picture of you and Sam. Sam’s eyes were squeezed shut while yours were opened wild and you could tell you were screaming and laughing. You both looked ridiculous, but you could also tell that Sam’s fingers were locked with yours.

“I didn’t know you and Sam were a couple,” Cas said, looking between you too.

That made Dean laugh even harder. “Sam got scared, Cas.”

“I did not!” Sam said, defending himself.

Dean clasped his hand on your shoulder, “This is the best day ever, thank you,” before wiping the tears from his eyes. “I need a drink now, come on, Cas.”

You watched Dean and Cas walk away before saying, “Asshole was laughing so hard he cried.” You turned to Sam, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have made you get on.”

Sam seemed to calm down for a second and gave you a shy smile. “It’s fine. I just wish I knew I liked holding your hand before the ride of hell.”

You held your hand to him, “You can hold it again, if you want.”

Empire of Storms

I wonder if anyone realizes that both Erawan and Maeve were probably waiting for Aelin to unleash magic for several reasons. The first being that Maeve is no longer powerless in other kingdoms and nor is her (I assume she has one) army.  She can finally travel without becoming mortal.
Erawan? Probably waiting for that, too. Unite two armies and bring hell on earth. People are going to be throwing around magic uncontrollably for a bit and that is the kind of chaos an opposing army needs.
 Another thing to consider is why, if Maeve was so scared of fire, would she have Aelin trained? Really? I also do not think it was for simple containment and control over Aelin’s fire that Maeve chose Rowan to train her. He lost his mate and child to fire. We still don’t know who started that fire (many think it was Maeve and Rowan said he hunted those responsible) but I think that with the line “Erawan will use her past against her” from the description of the book, we might want to consider uglier options.
  A hint to this is when Rowan told her that her ancestors were not saints (QOS). I know that could be a comment in passing or just consoling her or reminder of reality given the context. I still think we should keep these small comments in mind. Why? Because Rowan’s comment from QOS and Maeve’s question when Aelin has the city surrounded by fire in HOF (”would you really burn innocents?”) are not coincidental. Nor is the question from Lorcan asking if she knows what happened in Sollemere, (QOS) and though Rowan says she does, I am beginning to wonder. I will come back to Lorcan in bit.
 I think Maeve sent a subtle, yet not, message to Rowan when Aelin had the city surrounded. Remember how your mate and unborn child burned. Now look at how the Heir of Fire is willing to burn how many countless mates and their children because of you. How many will suffer like Lyria this time because of you, Rowan?
   Maeve is a manipulative piece of work but she has a point. Aelin doesn’t know where to draw the line when those she cares about are in danger or hurting. Maeve and Erawan are counting on that. My point is that I think 227 (Lyria’s death) years ago, one of Aelin’s ancestors attacked Doranelle. My second point is, again, about why Maeve would have her trained in the first place, especially by Rowan. Yes, I do realize that this sounds repetitive, but hang with me.

Maeve wanted to do several things and one was to to begin planting the seeds for Aelin and Rowan to mate. Yes, I think Maeve actually wanted that to happen because she released him too easily at the end. She knew Rowan smelled like home to Aelin even before Aelin did. I think Maeve knew that after bonding, Rowan would be the one to have to pull Aelin back and remind her that some things are not okay to do, which, given her nature, she might hate and rebel against. Which will in turn cause problems. Maeve and Erawan are banking on them mating, and then targeting Rowan (though I do believe it is very plausible for someone else to be the target but as much as I love that pair, most likely Rowan) because then that monster of Aelin’s is back and remember what she said? I just might burn the world out of spite, because I think Erawan has some plan to either take over her body himself or put a Valg Prince in her.
  Thus recreating shadow fire. Maeve’s reason for training Aelin: a contingency plan if anything happened to Kaltain or if she wasn’t enough. It will be easy for them to put a Prince into Aelin if anything happens to Rowan because she will be broken just like Dorian. I think that is the key to getting them into powerful people. Break them. Aelin will have that monster, that hatred and despair, that the Valg will feed and use. The thing to consider, is that they may not target Rowan but someone else that will still break her, but, again, there is a good chance Rowan has been made to be the target.  
   S.J. Maas said she planned way ahead of time for them to meet; it was always going to happen. She has said that another mate is possible, which is obvious given the meaning of carranam (soulmates), but she never said that they would be together in the end. The quotes are saying, “Until the end,” meaning in the very end, like some of those quotes suggest and that is a really bad sign.
Maeve and Erawan know and are ready.
  Here is where I will bring up Lorcan’s question about Sollemere. This is the first mention of it,
“Her face tightened at the mention of the city he and Lorcan had obliterated at Maeve’s request nearly two centuries ago. It was a stain that would forever linger, no matter what he told himself about how corrupt and evil its residents had been ” (QOS, p. 251) Then Lorcan later asks if Aelin knows. Now why would Lorcan bring that up at all? Why would he also offer Aelin a ring that protects the wearer from becoming a Valg Host? Because he knows Aelin is the kind of person to justify destroying, killing, however many if one of her own is hurt. He saw that and how vulnerable she became when Rowan was whipped. Lorcan could have watched someone he cared for self-destruct from the same traumas Aelin already has been through, and turn into something so very, very dark because great power was at their disposal or Lorcan himself could have been the one to self-destruct. Why no one in the cadre knows why he is so cold. That could explain Lorcan’s interest in Aelin.
    He sees that person in her or he sees himself. He is worried for Rowan and in a way Aelin, too, because I think his reasons for wanting to destroy the Wyrd Keys “to save my Queen from herself” was him trying to warn Rowan about Aelin. Who–or what–she could become. Which is asked of her by The King in QOS and again I don’t think that is coincidence. Yes, that was Valg talking but still. Lorcan sees someone with a lot of potential darkness that can be easily manipulated or created plus tremendous amounts of power and then will be responsible for thousands of lives.

All of these people have been dropping hints.
Volatile person with extreme power.
Extreme bonds of love and loyalty between many.

Dangerous and absurdly powerful objects that are shaped by the wearer.
Incoming war.
This stuff changes people of power who have something to lose

Empire of Storms was a carefully chosen title. And I think we all remember what happened last time someone said a storm was coming.

 @goddessofskeletons

So…

Attachment Theory.

My gears began to turn because of this:

“BLOOD WILL RUN.
DREAMS WILL SHATTER.
AN ARMY MUST RISE.”

Aelin Galathynius has sworn not to turn her back on her kingdom again. Especially when the assassin-queen might be the only person who can raise an army to keep the Dark King from unleashing his beasts upon them all. But Erawan will wield
Aelin’s past, her allies, and her enemies against her. With a powerful court trusting Aelin to lead them, and her heart devoted to the warrior-prince at her side, what – or who – is she willing to sacrifice to spare her world from being torn apart?”
- S.J. Maas Tumblr.

It (sacrifice) might be in reference to herself. She was able to–somewhat–withstand the powers of the Valg. It has also been stated that *fire* is a sure way of killing them. My previous theory could back up the idea that Aelin may do some awful things and feel she deserves this. We all know that is in her nature.
If Erawan chose her as a Host Body, Aelin would most likely feel that the only option is burning herself alive and him along with her to save everyone.

(People asked about her past and my best guess)
As for her past?
Ansel or Pirate Lord.

(Less plausible theory)
Or he will bring back some evil, twisted Sam because in Heir of Fire it is mentioned by Maeve that Erawan wouldn’t need a living army. That would be using her past on her.

Also, everyone she has ever killed or failed to save. All those slaves in the mines? Imagine how she would feel.

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Anonymous asked: Michael getting mad at you for beating him in like COD or something and making you like repay him sine he let you win? You feel me?

Rating: NC-17 / smut so don’t read it if you shouldn’t or I’ll tell your mom

Featuring: Michael + reader

Author’s Note: I’m trying to get back into the swing of writing requests so here’s one from forever ago!

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Rooftop - Roommate!Ashton

Living in a crowded city in a four leveled apartment had its ups and downs. The pros being that you lived with an extremely attractive boy and you were in walking distance of some shops. The cons being you lived on the fourth floor and your neighbors were always fucking.

One of your favorite things, though, was going up to the roof to look at the stars. On nights you couldn’t sleep you could be found gazing at the sparkling sky.

It became a routine really. Every night around 12:36, after Ashton went to bed, you would sneak out, careful not to rrewake him, and go to the roof. Ashton (that you knew of) didn’t know about your nightly adventures which was probably the best. You tried to clear your head on the roof and Ashton was always on your mind. You see, after living with him for eight months you had grown a not-so-small crush on the tall boy.

You didn’t mean to, honest. It’s just that with the loving gestures that he does, that probably don’t even mean a thing to him, mean the world to you. You tried to find out ways of getting rid of your feelings or just mustering up the courage to tell him the truth, but neither happened.

There was one particular night, you were home alone, Ashton having left for a party. You were enjoying your Netflix binge when the door quickly opens to reveal Ashton and a blonde girl sucking face. You awkwardly sat on the couch, watching the two.

“Um…” You cleared your throat loudly, your stomach tying into a knot as you watched the two together.

They pulled away from each other, their bodies still pressed together. “Oh! Uh, we’ll be in my room.” Ashton quickly mumbled before dragging the blonde down the hall and into his room.

You instantly felt sick to your stomach, although you really had no right to (but you couldn’t help it), when you heard moans coming from down the hall. Quickly turning off the tv, you left to go to the roof.

Once on the roof, you quickly sat in your usual spot, fighting back the tears for a solid minute before you lost.

It was another five or six minutes until the tears dried and you were stuck watching the stars at 2:54 am on a Thursday night alone.

Eventually you stopped sniffling and your stomach wasn’t as twisted. You didn’t know how long you’d been up here, you left your phone in your hurry to leave. You didn’t want to risk going back down to hear them still going at it and you, quite honestly, didn’t feel like moving.

It seemed like an hour had gone by before you were jerked from your position at the sound of footsteps. You quickly sat up to see Ashton walking towards you, a look of relief on his features. “I should have known you would be up here.” You didn’t say anything, just watched as he walked over and sat next to you. “You okay?”

You nodded, your eyes drifting to the sky. You could tell he was looking at you and you tried your best to not look at him. “You sure?”

“Yeah, why?” Your voice was a bit scratchy and you cleared your throat, taking a deep breath.

“You usually come up here when something’s bothering you.” He shrugged, turning his attention to the sky.

It was quiet for a moment.

“Why are you up here?” You spoke up, your voice almost a whisper.

He looked over at you before letting out a sigh. “There’s this girl..” You scoffed, shaking your head a bit. “Isn’t there always?”

He smiled slightly before continuing. “Long story short, I like her but I don’t know how she feels and I think…” He let out a sigh. “I think I’m falling in love with her.”

“Was it that girl you slept with?”

He let out a sigh, rubbing his neck awkwardly. “Uhm, well…” You secretly hoped it wasn’t her, and maybe there would be a small chance it could be you. “Uh, yeah. Yeah it’s her.”

Or not.

You could feel the tears lining up, a lump forming in your throat. You swallowed it down and nodded slowly. “Well, I hope everything turns out okay.”

He mumbled a small ‘thank you’ and you just hummed in reply.

“So what about you? Any boy troubles?”

Yes, you. You are my boy trouble, why can’t you fucking see that?

“Nope.”

“Oh…”

His voice was almost…disappointed? Which didn’t make much sense, really. You sat in a quiet awkward silence, the stars shining above you.

“Why do you think you’re falling for her?”

It was a dumb question really, you were just torturing yourself at this point. You mentally scolded yourself even though Ashton’s voice was too loud to do that properly.

“Um… I don’t know I just think about her all the time and I just want her with me 24/7.”

“You want to be with her or in her?” Your voice monotone, eyes focused on the dark sky. You could see his head snap to look at you out of the corner of your eye. “Are you serious?”

You shrugged, glancing at him. “Love and lust are two different things. Don’t mix up the two.”

He was still looking at you but you couldn’t bare to face his way – it hurt too much. With him here you wanted nothing more than to go down in your bed and curl up in your blankets – maybe take a 2 year nap, who knows!

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You couldn’t help the tear that slipped from your eye, the lump in your throat growing. You cleared your throat. “Yep.”

If he said one more thing…

“You wouldn’t be crying if you were.”

Snap.

“I don’t want to talk about it! Not with you at least so just fucking leave it alone! I’m fine, you’re fine, everything’s fucking fine so just leave it!”

You stood up – this roof no longer holds happy memories.

“Y/N!”

“No Ashton.”



just finally finishing the request i had from an anon from forever ago that i feel horrible for not posting sooner plz don’t hate me (also request if you’d like)

Every time I see you my heart burns
Because all of our memories come rushing back
and I remember the way we used to laugh so hard our lungs ached for air
and the way we talked on the phone all night even though we had nothing to say
and I remember how I loved you, how you were my entire world,
my best friend, the love of my life,
But now I’m up at 3 am wondering,
‘What the hell happened to “us”?
What happened to “forever”?’
And even though I saw you yesterday,
I haven’t heard your laugh in weeks
and the last time you called me was months ago
And that fucking burns because I can feel you getting tired of me,
I can feel you drifting away,
But I just don’t know what I can do to make you stay.
—  “drifting from someone” requested by anonymous
5SOS Preference : He Notices Your Baby Belly For First Time

Ashton: Coming on tour with the boys in the early stages of your pregnancy was the only way you’d be able to go on tour with the guys while pregnant. Ashton was already so protective of you and the baby. “(YN), we’re gonna head out for dinner, you gonna come with?” Ashton appeared in the doorway and as you fix your shirt, you press down at the sides and Ashton gasps as you continue to look into the mirror. “(YN).” He says softly as he walked over to you and put a hand on your stomach. “A baby belly, the belly you’ve wanted, you finally have it.” You wiped away a tear and looked over at your loving husband. “Yeah, our baby is in there Ashton, and now they’re finally letting everyone know of their impending arrival.”

Luke: You were sick at home, cuddled up with a bunch of blankets, a movie on the television. You didn’t even have the strength to look at your phone or be on your computer or anything. You just laid there and waited for Luke to come home from the studio. You were beginning to doze off when Luke got home with some medicine for you. He gave you a small smile. “Want a bath?” You nod and he stands you up and carries you to the bathroom, he undressed you but stopped when he noticed your belly and you smiled down at him. “I noticed it this morning after you left for the studio, i wanted to tell you, but i kinda fell asleep again.” Luke shook his head and traced his fingers slightly over your belly. “This is absolutely amazing.”

Calum: “Come on, (YN), just get into the water.” He begged and you shook your head as you two had the boys over for a barbecue. “No, i’m good.” He got out of the pool, knowing full well you wanted into the pool but something had you not wanting to get in. “What’s going on.” You sigh and know you can’t keep it from your fiance any longer. Standing up you took off your clothes, leaving you in just your bikini, your four and a half month along baby bump, proudly protruding from between your hips and Calum grinned. “A baby belly, this has you not wanting to get into the pool?” You nod and Calum walks with you to the pool. “Just come with me, i won’t let you go. I couldn’t do that to you and the baby.”

Michael: You were cuddled into his side, lying on your back, his arms away from your belly. “Are you excited to be a dad, Michael?” “A bit nervous.” He admitted, his hands traveling down your body, getting really close to your stomach. “I’m an only child, i really don’t know what to do with a baby.” “I only have older siblings, i don’t know what to do either.” you say as you watched Michael’s hands reach your stomach, his eyes widening at the new sensational touch underneath his fingertips. “(YN)?” “Yes?” “Is that your baby belly poking from under my shirt?” You smirk up at him, finally looking him in the eye. “Yeah, isn’t it cute?” “Adorable!”

(Requested forever ago, finally got around to posting it :)

The Little Moments

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: This was a drabble request from awhile ago for a Dean x Reader based off of the lines “Please don’t leave.”, “Kiss me.”, and “Looks like we’ll be trapped here a while.” from aprofoundbondwithdean

AN: I know this isn’t really a drabble and it’s been forever since I was taking these but I decided to try and distract myself with a little writing and so I went back to the old drabble requests. The fluff has definitely helped cheer me up! It’s not too long, but I did enjoy writing it. Let me know what you guys think!

Originally posted by samsfight

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