i never knew i wanted this until today

VEXATION || Park Chanyeol

Content:  ±8000 hardcore graphic smut of spankings, rough sex, over-stimulation, heavy language warning, etc ++daddy!pcy

When weren’t exactly asking for punishment…. or did you?

It’s been what? Two weeks? A month? Or has it been over a year?

You swap pictures of your selfies with Chanyeol on your phone and you look up the date.

The last picture you took with him was eight weeks ago.

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“And Then She Ran” Daryl Dixon

Words: 2,023

Summary: After Daryl’s daughter dies, he finds her diary and learns more about her than he wanted.

Warnings: This is dark. Death, some swear words, angst

A/N lol I cried writing this

Link to part 2 here!


Daryl can still remember his daughter’s death like it was yesterday.

It was her on her eighteenth birthday. Daryl, not one to show his emotions, had gone out of his comfort zone that day to make sure it was a special one. He’d had Carol over to cook her favorite breakfast (at least, her favorite out of the few options they had), and while on a previous run, he found her a beautiful diamond necklace in a house that was still in good shape. He managed to find some paper to cover it with. He had everything ready to go. It was not often that she got to feel like she was special.

They had a fight that day. This was not just any normal fight, not like the ones that they usually had. And they had fights often. This fight was different.

Everyone had noticed that she had been acting differently lately. Nobody brought it up with her, but everyone knew something was wrong. Daryl was the last one to catch on, and when he finally convinced her to tell him what was going on… It turned into the worst fight they’d ever had.

She had run off after that fight, but Daryl didn’t pay any mind to that. She had a habit of “running away” for a few hours. The first few times she did that, Daryl freaked out. He looked for her up and down until the minute she came home. Usually she came home drunk, which would just piss Daryl off more, but at least she was ok. So after a few times of her pulling that act, Daryl stopped worrying.

“She’ll be back soon.” Daryl told himself that day, not bothering to run after her.

She didn’t come back. As a matter of fact, she never came back. A few days after her disappearance, Rick, Daryl, and Glenn went out looking for her. In her place, they saw something they wish they never saw.

She was dead. She was a walker.

Daryl broke down after that, crying harder than he had in his entire life. He just lost his little girl. When he got back to their house later that night, he grabbed the necklace and threw it out the window, sobbing.

It took Daryl a while to be okay after that. In reality, he knew he’d never be okay, but he was okay enough to move on. It took almost a year before he could even go into her room again. It smelled like her; he could almost feel her presence in there. That was comforting for the first few days, until he realized he was never getting her back. She was gone.


This was the first time he’d been in your room since that night. Daryl took in the surroundings- it was a mess in here.

‘She was definitely not a tidy person.” Daryl thought to himself, laughing softly. He sat on the bed, taking a deep breath.

“I shouldn’t be in here.” He said out loud to himself, getting up to leave. But something stopped him. He noticed a notebook nudged in between the mattress and the floor. Hesitating, he picked it up and opened it to the first page.

‘I’d been caught with Carl more times than you could imagine.

At first it wasn’t anyone important catching us, only people like Maggie or Glenn who I knew wouldn’t say anything. Then, Rick found out. Rick was pissed, and told Carl to stay away from me.   “She’s too much trouble, Carl. Don’t get involved with her.” Rick had told him. I know he doesn’t like me. He only tolerates me because I’m his best friend’s daughter. I know he’d kick me out of the group if he could. So when he promised me that he wouldn’t tell my dad if we stopped while we were ahead, I agreed. I cried, and told him I’d keep it friendly between the two of us.

Carl didn’t listen. I didn’t either. I just played it up so he wouldn’t tell my dad. We just found other places to sneak around to and have sex.

But, oh boy. The look on my dad’s face that day when he saw me on top of Carl, clothes scattered everywhere. I hadn’t seen him scream that loud at anyone in his life. Daryl Dixon is not a man to piss off. I don’t know how often I’ll be able to write in this but I’ll try to as much as possible. Don’t exactly get too much free time around here.’

Daryl knew he shouldn’t be reading his daughter’s diary, but he couldn’t stop himself. Despite the conditions of the world forcing them to be together all the time, he knew absolutely nothing about his daughter except that she and Carl were together and that she was good with a gun.

A part of him knew it didn’t matter anymore. She was dead.

He turned to the next entry.

My dad is keeping me on a leash now. He’s mad at me. I don’t care. Carl’s the only person that genuinely makes me happy. My dad doesn’t make me happy. He just wants to control me.

I know this put a damper in his friendship with Rick. Rick’s saying it’s all my fault because I’m a bad influence. My dad stood up for me, but I know deep down he agrees. I’m a “problem child.” I have attitude. I’m dramatic. I like to venture out on my own and go explore, sometimes bringing Carl with me so we can have alone time.

I know my dad wishes he had a better daughter. Sometimes I wish I was. Sometimes I wish I wasn’t born, and that my mom gave birth to a different kid. A kid that wasn’t me. I bet my dad would love that. He hates me.

My 18th birthday is in two weeks. I don’t know if legalities matter anymore in this world, but I’ll be an adult. I want to be treated like one. I want off this leash. I want to be allowed to be with Carl without being told no.

I won’t stop seeing him.’

The more Daryl read that, the more his heart broke. He never knew that she thought he didn’t care. Tears starting forming in his eyes, but he wiped them away quickly. He refuses to cry about anything anymore.

‘I’m sick. I can’t stop throwing up everywhere. It’s odd, because I feel fine other than when it just hits me out of nowhere, and no one else is sick beside me.

I refuse to even think about the other option. I’m sick, that’s all.

I got to kill a lot of walkers today. I haven’t got to do that in a while. It felt nice to hold a gun again. Carl is sweet with me. He’s always making sure I’m okay, being protective and all. He loves me, he told me that today. I think I love him too.’

Daryl didn’t know Carl and her were that serious. He thought they were just hormonal teenagers, doing things that teenagers done. He didn’t know there was feelings there. That was an odd thing for Daryl to imagine, love. He hadn’t ever felt it for a girl that wasn’t family.

‘It’s confirmed. I’m pregnant. I did something to piss off my dad, so then it would start a fight, and I ran off without him trying to find me. If I ran off without a reason he’d be suspicious.

I found the tests in the town over. It wasn’t a long walk, but the coldness was getting to me. I ran home, and hid the box in my coat.

My dad didn’t even look at me as I walked past him.

I don’t know how I’m going to tell Carl. God, how am I going to tell anyone? My dad? Rick? I don’t understand how this happened. He pulled out every time. We didn’t use condoms, they’re not exactly easy for either of us to obtain, but I thought pulling out worked, too. I guess I was wrong.

I suppose I didn’t really have anyone to teach me this stuff.

I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. I’m sitting here writing in a diary like a little girl for God’s sake.’

Tears spilling, Daryl slammed the diary shut. He couldn’t read anymore. He stormed off the bed, and punches the wall near him.

“Daryl?” Rick appeared. Daryl turned his body to face him, ready to break at any moment.

“She thought I hated her.” Daryl says slowly, trying to keep his voice from cracking.

“I doubt she thought you hated her. She knew you loved her. You wouldn’t have gotten so protective of her if you didn’t love her.”

“Rick, I foun’ her diary… I shouldn’t have read it, but I did. She said she wished she wasn’t born because she thought she wasn’t a good enough daughter for me.”

Rick could see the man in front of him, broken to pieces. He felt for him.

“I’m going to finish reading it, I think.” Daryl said after a few moments of silence. Rick took that a que that he wanted to be left alone, and made his way out of the room.

Daryl’s hands shook as he reached for the small, brown notebook once more. Turning it to the last entry she made, he took a deep breath and continued reading.

‘I told Carl.

He took it okay. We were in the middle of eating breakfast that Carol had made for the group when I pulled him outside to talk. He was mostly freaked out. I don’t know if he was more freaked out at the fact that he was going to be a father, or the fact that he would have to tell HIS father. But in the end, he knew his father would be supporting regardless. He gave me a real big kiss and told me we would get through this together.  

I told him I didn’t want to tell anyone until I told my dad first. I’m telling him today. It’s my birthday. I figured it’s as good of a day as any to tell him.

I found the necklace he got me. The paper he had it all wrapped in was torn and it was falling out. It was beautiful. I’ve never seen anything to beautiful in my life. I don’t think my dad’s ever gotten me a gift. It makes me happy. Not because its material, but because it’s meaningful. I don’t get attention from him like this. It makes me want to cry.

Stupid pregnancy. Makes me emotional.

I can’t wait for him to give it to me. I feel like maybe it’s his idea of trying to open up to me. If he’s willing, I’m willing.

I have this idea that if my baby turns out to be a girl, I want to give the necklace to her when she gets older. I want to keep it in the family. If we live long enough for that.

I love this baby so much already. I’d do anything for him or her, I can already feel it.

I’m going to tell him whenever he gets back from doing whatever he’s doing. I know he’s going to kill me. I’m getting anxiety about telling him. I considered just not telling him at all, letting him figure out on his own that he’s going to be a grandfather. But I need to tell him. I’ll write in this later and-“

It stops mid-sentence, not continuing. Daryl notices stains on the side of the paper, a puke-ish color, like she got sick while writing that and forgot about it.

He slowly closes the journal, mind numb. He knew the rest of the story.


He had home early from checking out a possible un-scavenged pharmacy with Glenn when he saw her sitting outside, deep in thought.

“How did it go?” She had asked him, attempting to build up a conversation with him before dropping the bomb.

“Overrun by walkers, but mostly un-touched. Rick’s sending in a team tomorrow to clear the place out.”

“Awesome,” She had said blankly.

“Look, I know we’re not the perfect example of a father daughter relationship, but if somethings wrong I need you to tell me.” Daryl told her, taking a seat next to her.

“Dad, I’m pregnant.”

Daryl looked over at her in shock. Her eyes were rimmed with tears, and her stomach felt nauseous, although she wasn’t sure if that was from more morning sickness or the anticipation of waiting for his response.

“You’re jokin’, right?” He looked at her dead in the eye. All she could do was stare at him.

“Fuck.” He cursed, getting up from next to her. “How could you do that? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“It’s not like we wanted this, dad!” She was angry.

“I’m gonna kill him. I’m gonna rip his head off.” Daryl was fuming.

“Dad, please-“

“God, I don’ understand, why couldn’t you have just been a good kid? Why do you gotta run around causin’ problems for everyone. I shouldn’t even be surprised.”

He had hit a nerve. She looked at him, no response. He looked at her one last time before storming into the house, slamming the door shut.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you.” She talked to her baby, rubbing her stomach. She was so angry that she forgot to grab her gun.

And then she ran.

Ashton Irwin - Are you ready now? Pt 1.

Word count: 2,585


I think you’re gonna wanna read this one :D 

“You’ve never done it before?” I said in blissful shock.

“You say it like you’re surprised, Y/N.” He took another sip of his tea.

I sat above him on the stairs in complete silence. My best friend has never had sex in his whole life. How come I’m only just hearing about this? He looks like the type of guy who would have any girl melt at his fingertip.

“I dunno, I guess I wasn’t ready for something serious like that.” His long fingers combed through his curls.

I couldn’t help but look away when he did this. It made my heart skip a beat. I shouldn’t be looking at my best friend that way. Ashton looked up to me for a response. My fingers played with the red lip stain on the white tea cup, poking at it and occasionally smearing it.

“Your first was with that arse, Calum, wasn’t it?” I could see fire in his eyes.

I didn’t want to talk about him.

“I can’t believe you actually loved that prick.” He rolled his eyes.

“I had my reasons, Ashton.”

He made a sound of disgust, “What was he good in bed?”

I’d had enough. I stood from my seated position leaving my tea and Ashton behind on the stairs and marched to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me. How dare he. He wouldn’t know how it feels to be in love, obviously. He’s never been with anyone like I have. I felt tears streaming down my face and wished Ashton had never came over today. I found comfort in my bed sheets.

Where had I even gone wrong with Calum? It was like one minute he was there and the next he was telling me goodbye and leaving for the states, taking everything but me with him. Ashton was there for me but he didn’t get it. He hated Calum ever since we started dating. They used to be friends until we got together. Ash said he knew Calum would always break my heart, it was just who he was.


I knew I wanted to give myself to Calum the night he brought me back to his flat from the pub. I’d gotten into a pretty bad brawl with another girl for getting too close to Cal for my comfort. When he told her to back off for the third time I pulled her off the bar stool onto the floor and started hitting her. Calum later said it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever done, sticking up for him like that.

“You look hot in my shorts.” Calum growled, jumping into the bed, his hair still wet after the shower.

I giggled as he grabbed his game controller and began to furiously play a game of FIFA. I brought my bottom lip between my teeth and fiddled with the string on the over sized shorts adorning my smaller waist.

“Hey, Cal?” He hummed over still concentrating on the screen.

I crawled over, pressing pause on the controller. My legs straddled either side of his waist and he grabbed hold of my arse, the game controller falling to the carpet.

“I wanna try something.”

He raised an eyebrow and his eyes grew wide when he knew what I meant, his lips forming an ‘o’.

“Are you sure, baby?” He whispered.

I nodded, “I want you.”

-End of flashback-

A knock on the door brought me out of my deep thoughts of Ashton and Calum. I didn’t turn to see Ash walk in the room. My bed tilted but I refused to meet the gaze I knew was focused upon me. He touched my hand.

“I’m sorry.” I looked at him, his head down now.

“You don’t know what that feels like, Ash.” I felt a lump in my throat just thinking about it.

I needed to feel loved again. I needed that connection. Ashton was my best friend but sometimes it felt like I wanted him to be more. I didn’t know if he felt a mere portion of what I did.

“Are you ready now?” The words fell from my mouth before I could think about what I was asking of him.

He just stared at me his mouth slightly agape. Ashton was an open book, but right now I couldn’t read him. His pupils were dilating. My heart was pounding against my chest as I waited for an answer. I squeezed his hand.


Ashton forced his mouth onto my own, his hand flying up to catch my face. My hands found themselves tangled with his mop of curls. He smelled like rich peppermint and my favorite cologne. It was then it dawned upon me: I was going to be his first.

I broke the kiss and moved my lips to the spot just below his ear, sucking the skin. His hiss was all the conformation I need that he liked it here. I sat up and threw my legs over his own to straddle his lap. Ashtons hands settling on my abdomen and arse. I bit down harder this time intending to mark him. Rolling my hips forward into his we both moaned at the increased friction. His bulge was becoming more and more prominent through his jeans.

“Fuck, Y/N.” Ashton hissed rolling his head back.

I used his disarrayed state against him, licking a bold line up his atoms apple and gently sucking it. Ashton rose up off the mattress begging for more contact.

“You like that, daddy?” I felt Ashton twitch when I called him that.

My crotch rubbed against his clothed erection and I couldn’t help but throw my head back in pleasure. Ashton was getting restless, rocking his hips up to meet mine.

“Please.” He puffed out in my ear.

I slid off of his lap but not before needingly pecking his lips one last time. He ridded himself of his shirt and I stood before him in awe. I’ve seen Ashton shirtless before plenty of times but this was different. He was at my mercy and I was at his. I came to sit on my knees, undoing the buttons on his pants. Ashton raised up for me to pull them down his legs. He kicked them off of his feet and were left in just his briefs. I took my bottom lip between my teeth as I freed his erection from the grey material and tossing them out of the way. His length slapped against his stomach. I could feel his eyes burning down on me.

Holding the length in my hand I pumped it a few times. My thumb rubbed over the pink head and Ashtons hips rose off the bed, hissing. I kitten licked over the tip before taking it in my mouth. Ashtons moans filled the room. I hollowed my cheeks to increase the pleasure and started twisting my hands back and forth over his length. He confused me when he pushed at my shoulders, causing me to release him from my mouth making a popping sound.

His hands came down to the hem of my t shirt and tugged it over my head. He already looked tired, his eyes drooping low and sweat decorating his forehead. I wasn’t nearly done yet. We haven’t even gotten to the main course.

Ashtons eyes grew wide when my head dipped back down. My tongue followed the patterns of his veins before I took him whole again, pumping harder this time. He held back my long hair. I massaged his balls with my free hand and it was enough to send him over the edge. A thick white liquid burst into my mouth.

“S-shit.” Ashton jerked up, hitting the back of my throat.

I finished sucking him clean of the sticky mess. When I looked up he was breathing hard and heavy, little hairs stuck to his forehead and his eyes were sealed shut. I smiled pushing them out of the way so I could see his hazel eyes. My lips came up to his in a lazy kiss.

I brought his hand down to the button of my skinny jeans, a weak smile on his face. He unhooked them, struggling to pull them down to my feet.

“How’d you get these on?” He joked.

I stepped out of them and waited for Ashton. He didn’t come back up. I giggled watching him stare at my red laced knickers nearly drooling over them. I let him guide me back to the bed and sit me down. Was he in control now?

Ashton licked his lips, running his long fingers up my thighs and over my crotch. I couldn’t help but whimper at his touch. He left kisses on the inner side of my thighs sucking the sensitive skin. He was marking me. I threw my head back on the mattress. His hot breath fanned over where I needed him most. I tangled my fingers in his hair.

“Ashton, please.” I begged.

He hooked my panties to the side and collected some of my excitement onto his finger and sucking it off. He hummed in satisfaction. I imagined his lips against me while he hummed like that, adding to the pleasure. I moaned at the thought.

“Cha’ thinking about, baby?”

“Your lips…”

He kissed my folds, licking up them. My breath hitched. I needed him. His bottom teeth grazed up the nub of my clitoris. Fucking hell.

“Ashton.” I moaned.

Without warning Ashtons tongue was inside me sucking all of my juices. I reached down for his hand that rested on my thigh, entwining our fingers.

“How the fuck are you so good at this?” I breathed.

He chuckled against me, sending vibrations through my core. Shit. My legs closed round his head before he pushed them back apart. It was too much. Ashton came up for air with a smile on his face showing off his prominent dimples. He was obviously proud of himself. He licked my excitement off his lips. With one swift movement my knickers were on the floor and my lower half was at his mercy.

He brought his lips up to my ear, teasing my entrance with his finger. I arched my back only for him to use his free hand to hold me down.

“How do you like it, baby?”

I thought back to all the mind blowing times Calum and I had done this. It would always be different. Slow and sweet. Loving. Rough. Fast. It didn’t matter to me, however they felt like pushing me over the edge worked.

“Surprise me, daddy.”

His eyes grew darker. The playful side of him wasn’t there anymore. This was going to be fun. He bit down on the skin of my neck hard and he growled. Rough. His finger slipped past my folds and into my heat. I whimpered as he pumped it in and out at a fast pace. I had to bite onto Ashtons shoulder to keep from screaming out. I didn’t want any fucking noise complaints from the old woman next door.

My walls were clinching round his finger. He added two more and pumped even faster. I couldn’t breathe. My nails clawed at his sides begging for a release. His thumb began rubbing circles into my clit. My breaths were coming out in pants in his ear.

“Come for me, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

My toes curled and my back arched up off of the mattress, Ashtons three fingers and his thumb riding out my orgasm. I felt bare when he extracted his fingers from my dripping crotch. He brought them up to his lips licking them clean.

“You have no idea how good you taste.”

Ashton went over to his jeans pulling a silver packet out of the pocket. He ridded the condom of the piece of tin and threw it in the bin. He slid the condom down his length.

“What’s with guys carrying round condoms in their pockets?” I joked.

He smiled, dimples popping into either side of his cheeks. They drove me crazy. Ashton took his length in his hand before I stopped him.

“No. I want to.”

I wanted to make his first time his best. He knew what I was asking, flipping us over so I bestrode his lap. I positioned him at my entrance and slid down it. He was so big inside me. Ashton grabbed hold of my abdomen, his thumbs pressing down hard. I don’t think he was meaning to hurt me. He didn’t notice how strong he really was compared to my smaller figure. When I winced in pain he eased up a bit, apologizing. Once I adjusted to his size I began rocking my hips forward into his. Ashtons moaning and groaning was all the conformation I needed to keep going. He used his hands to help me move more swiftly.

My back arched and it was then I noticed my bra was still on. I grabbed one of Ashtons hands and moved it to the clasp on my bra strap. In an instant he had it unattached and thrown across the room. Hungrily his head came up to my breast and bit down at the tender skin. Ashtons long fingers fell to my crotch rubbing back and forth on the small nub.

“Hmm, shit.”

“Ah, f-fuck Ash, there.” I threw my head back.

I wasn’t going to last long. My grinding became harder against his hips and our moans filled the quiet room. His member twitched inside of me and from experience I knew he wouldn’t last from here. I licked up the base of his neck biting roughly on the smooth skin. His breathing became erratic, chest rising and falling below mine. Within seconds I felt his length release inside the condom. I rode out his orgasm hitting mine only moments later shouting his name out. Screw the neighbors.

We sat in each others arms for what felt like hours. I couldn’t believe we had actually done that. Ashton was my best friend. I’d just had sex with my best friend. I’d just stolen his virginity.

“That was incredible.”

I giggled looking up at him through my eyelashes. He looked exhausted. Love bites were trickled from his ear down his neck and abdomen. I couldn’t imagine I looked any better. Ashton dipped his head and placed a lazy kiss on my mouth.

I sighed upon hearing a knock at the front door. It was probably my flatmate, Jessica. She was always at UNI so she would occasionally forget her keys here and having to get another copy. I slipped away from Ashtons warm hold and quickly dressed myself in pajama shorts and a tank top.

My hair covered majority of the bruises on my body. I made my way down stairs and towards the door, Ashton right on my heels. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt, just his jeans, the hem of his briefs sticking over them. I giggled as he grabbed at my bum, my hand patting his away. I sped walked to the door, opening it. My smile drifted away and my heart immediately sunk. It wasn’t Jessica.


His hair was cut shorter now in a military buzz cut, just leaving a little on the top, enough to style in a quiff. Tattoos decorated his tanned skin. He wasn’t scrawny anymore, muscles showing through his grey t shirt. I could see his jaw clench at the sight in front of him. Why was he here?

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abookandacoffee  asked:

“I could kill you right now!” for any ship you'd like? I was thinking nessian, but maybe a ship you wouldn't expect, if you have a different one in mind!

Okay, so this was supposed to be short. Short. Except, my mind went, no. I’m sorry it took me so long to respond but hopefully the length will make it up. 

I did end up doing Nessian but hopefully it was something unexpected.

Nesta could feel Cassian flying towards the house, coming back from another week of overseeing the camps. Her hands tightened around her book in anticipation and she tried to read the words on the pages but in truth, she’d been stuck on the same page for the past hour. Nesta wouldn’t admit it readily, but she had missed him.  She missed his voice, his touch, his heart. She missed him. While they had been together for the past few years, she was still overjoyed at this sense of love and comfort with him. Even if she never admitted it out loud.

Nesta felt him circle around the house once and she reached out to him through the bond and tugged on it. She heard him land on the balcony that connected to their bedroom and still no response. She frowned and turned to face the bedroom door, tugging on the bond again. Nothing. She heard him walk to the bathroom and that was where he stayed. She heard him turn on the shower and that was when she knew something was wrong. Closing the book in her hand, she left it in the living room as she entered her bedroom. Nesta ignored the clothes that Cassian had apparently removed as he had made his way to the bathroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands fidgeting as she waited for Cassian to come back.

Nesta looked up the minute she heard the door open and she watched as her mate walked out in just a pair of shorts. The first thing Nesta noticed was the empty look in his eyes. Some important spark was now gone and Nesta didn’t know where it was. Cassian’s eyes seemed to scan the room and they landed on her, registered her but he walked past her like she wasn’t there. Nesta noticed how he hadn’t tied up his hair like he normally did before going to bed. She normally complained about how he took much longer on his hair than she did…but now, it looked like he hadn’t even noticed the loose hair.  Nesta twisted around as she watched Cassian slip under the covers on the other side of the bed, facing away from her.

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anonymous asked:

Ah, hello ^^ could you please write a Jc for RFA+V+Saeran (nd Vanderwood if that's okay) reacting to MC relapsing and hurting them self? Preferably with a happy ending? I relapsed the other day and I just,...feel like I need hope. Sorry to bother!!!

Oh, sweetheart, I’m sorry that it happened again. I wish I could offer you some solid advice besides these little hcs, but I hope you are doing better.  We love you and hope you’re doing okay!!! 


- He didn’t notice for a while until the two of you were washing dishes together again. He was drying, you were washing, and it was a nice relaxing thing the two of you had set up. Usually the two of you talked, but today you were being pretty quiet.

- He knew you had a few scars from the past, but he never pointed them out unless you did. He never wanted you to feel ashamed or horrible for things that had happened long in the past.

- But as you rolled up your sleeves and winced, especially since the water wasn’t too hot, he noticed a new scar, a fresh one.

- He didn’t know what to do at first, he just stood there a moment before he finally grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into a tight hug, trying not to get overly emotional

- “I don’t know why you did it, and I’m not trying to embarrass you, but please, please, let me know the next time. So I can at least try something to help you not. Not do that. Please, we can come up with something else.”


- The two of you often got ready together in the mornings. He was trying to get you two to try and share the same schedule when you came over, but letting you sleep if work made him get up in crazy hours of the morning.

- However, as he watched you brush your hair, he noticed a mark he wasn’t used to seeing yet.

- A round, burn mark. 

- He swallowed thickly, a few pieces of your past springing to mind as he realized where a few of his missing cigs must have went to. Even though it was the mark was small, he knew the intent you had when you made it.

- He wouldn’t outright say anything, until it was getting worse. He would just keep a closer eye on you and the things around the house that could hurt. He made sure to compliment you more, and have more of the sappy late night talks (Where it was hard to get him to shut up about how much he loved every bit of you), and had a bit more of an incentive to stop smoking. 


- Trying to slip something like this past him hardly ever works. He’s too attentive. Not controlling you (the two of you safely worked through that), but with his style of life there’s routine check ups, meal plans, everything.

- So for a few days when you opted out of dinner, saying you already ate, or that you weren’t just hungry, he did worry a bit. After consulting a doctor and the main chef the two of you used, and realizing that no, you weren’t sick, and that no, you weren’t eating at all apparently, he was worried, quick.

- He doesn’t connect it to self-harm right away, but he does once he tries to talk to V and after looking up a few articles.

- He is one to approach you about it. Not being harsh, but carefully asking soft questions of why you felt the need to do so, mainly because it’s a hard concept to grasp for him. When you tear up and start looking ashamed, he stops asking questions and immediately is hugging you, kissing your forehead and muttering how much he loves you.

-It’s still a careful learning process with him, to try and figure out how exactly to help and when to back off, but he would try to push a bit for at least some therapy. 


-You couldn’t breathe, you just kept sobbing out as you slammed your fists against your head repeatedly, and Seven felt hopeless. You didn’t know he could see you, but he was glued to the spot, trying to just think, to move.

- The two of you had gotten into another argument where he had pushed you away. Usually he left you stomp to your room as he sat and moped for a bit, but this time he followed you after immediately regretting his outburst.

- Was this what you did every time the two of you fought? He felt his insides twist, and he was on you in a second, pulling your fists away from yourself, pulling you tight against him as he spilled out so many apologies, so many promises of future changes.

- The two of you spent a while holding each other and crying on the floor, but it gave him enough proof that he really needed to stop pushing you away when things got rough, especially if this is what happened each time.


- Like Jumin, it’s hard to sneak things past her. Years of working under him has taught her to pay attention to details that often go by unnoticed. 

- You sleeping in so late, seeming dizzy all the time, unable to eat. Jaehee knows something is up, and it doesn’t take much guessing to figure it out.

- She doesn’t say much, but she takes a day or two off of work to get you back up to focusing on at least eating, even if it’s soup. She almost treats you like you’ve just gotten a stomach bug, but she’s very firm the whole time, especially if you try to refuse to eat.

- But once you seem to be able to have yourself keep down food for a while, even lasting a whole day, she ends up peppering your face in kisses, going on about how she much she loves you, and nothing about how you were hurting yourself.

- Instead, she spends her breaks and freetime looking up ways she can help you, more than she does now, just so you don’t feel the need to have to do such a thing to yourself again.


- When he notices a new bandage on you, he doesn’t know how to react. Especially when you keep changing the subject when he asks about it, offering little to no explanation. He knows these tactics, he’s familiar with them.

- At first he gets a bit angry that you did it, even though he knows he shouldn’t be. He doesn’t want you to think you have to go through these things on your own, that he’s here for you to at least talk to. But he knows it’s irrational. He sucks it up and forces himself to calm down a bit before approaching you, wrapping his arms tight around you.

- “You’re not alone anymore.” It’s the best he can think to say, and he’s worried you might not know what he means by it, but your soft sniffles tell him otherwise. He spends the night slowly, and carefully, discussing ways to help you.


- Since his sight is still bad, he focuses on touching you a lot. Holding your hand, giving your thigh a squeeze, and don’t even get started on all of the cuddling.

- One night as the two of you were cuddling, him running his fingers across your skin lightly, he counted one too many scars on your ribs. Was that right? Was it just your bones messing with him? As he ran his fingers across again, your hands stopped his, and he knew he didn’t miscount.

- His first words were almost how you could hurt him instead, how he didn’t mind you taking out everything on him, but he remembered your requests of when you first opened up to him.

- He buried his nose in your hair, trying to keep his voice steady as he asked if you minded him talking to Jumin to find someone to help you. He’s softly, but steady, remind you that seeking help wasn’t a sign of weakness, but of strength, as he tried to make sure he didn’t choke up.


- He was used to you being banged up a bit. You were pretty clumsy, or you told him that at least. Scabs from bug bites from when you didn’t wear any leggings in peak bug season? Thorn cuts from when you accidentally fell into a rose bush? Knees banged up from falling and…Other fun activities? Your legs were covered in scars and new scabs.

- He would tsk when you revealed a new one, or if he stumbled on one, and immediately go to bandage it up for you, with a few minor remarks.

- However, this time he was noticing your recent collection of them were becoming easily infected, moreso than they should. The scabs were dark, a bit gross, and the surrounding area was very red and irritated. When he made a bit of a fuss, only to see you looking ashamed, it didn’t take much to realise that this was either a very bad habit, or you were doing this on purpose.

- Like Zen, he wouldn’t outright say anything, but he would focus on making less harsh remarks, being kinder and trying to treat you to nice dates/gifts when work allowed. (He would suck up any embarrassment and try to even get cheesy when expressing how much he loved you, too).


sterek week (2016 edition) ▷ day 7: lyrics and quotes 

This is a formal goodbye
to all our could have beens

if you stayed a little longer
(but you didn’t)

If you loved me a little harder
(but you didn’t)

If I held you a little tighter
(but I didn’t)

If you asked me to leave with you
(but you didn’t)

Now we are both missing a piece,
our hearts never quite broken
yet never quite fixed.

                              I never knew how much I loved you until you left. // c.h.

It’s Okay.

i wrote this for @trans-legendary-defenders trans week,  February 20: Lost in space/ Family and its the 20th for me now so im posting this 

its abt keith finding out what trans means, then finding out hes a trans boy, which u can also read on ao3 

warning: at the beginning of the story he has a different name n pronouns, also theres the t slur, and misgendering 

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anonymous asked:

Elide x Lorcan- hurt/comfort modern au. Lorcan as a cop Elide as a victim of abuse. I know it seems rough but it is so satisfying. 10/10

Here you are dear anon~!  Elide has just fought her way out of an abusive home, but she has lost so much, but officer Salvaterre offers a brighter outlook of tomorrow.

Lorcan was never the one to comfort. His squad knew that. He was always the one to serve justice by force and never by a gentle hand. But this woman – Elide – made him want to try.

“You can talk about it,” Lorcan coaxed. “No one is going to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

Read on AO3 | TAGS: hurt, comfort, abuse, modern au, Officer Salvaterre

Flashing red and blue lights danced across Elide’s eyes as she stared at the crumbled smoking walls that once were her uncle’s home. But to Elide it was a prison.

No…it was hell.

Her ankle throbbed terribly at the memory. The years she was given custody to uncle Vernon after her parent’s death had took its toll. She broke her legs on his stairs when she was only a little girl and he never let her be taken to the doctor. Never even let her step more than twenty feet out his front door.

Elide was given a tight leash that eventually turned into a chain. And then that chain became a reality the day Elide tried to escape. Vernon was quick to show that Elide would never be allowed to leave while he was still breathing.

From that day forth Elide’s life changed from bad to worse. Her ankle was injured to an extent that she couldn’t walk without limping and pain crawling up her leg.

It wasn’t until today that she welcomed that throbbing sensation. It meant she was alive.

A group of firefighter’s walked by after dousing the flames that had consumed the home all thanks to Kaltain, another woman in a long line of those who had suffered by Vernon’s hands.

Kaltain was fighter. She fought until her dying breath when she lit that house on fire in the hopes of burning Vernon and his thugs to the ground.

Elide was the avenger. She stabbed Vernon in the heart when he shot Kaltain as she tried to help Elide to safety. With all Elide’s strength she pulled Kaltain out the front door for the first time in years. The sun was rising and it poured over Elide in a basking light as she held Kaltain’s hand in a crushing grip.

But help had come too late for Kaltain. Elide begged her to stay alive as she pushed her palm into Kaltain’s wound to stop the bleeding. Kaltain smiled one last time before her dying breath drifted on a phantom wind.

Another life was extinguished in Elide’s existence.

When the first responders arrived to the fire they brought Elide oxygen and checked her vitals. The fire department worked to douse the roaring flames which took hours to control.

Through it all Elide mechanically answered the questions that bombarded her by police and EMTs.

Her eyes focused on the smoldering building. She would later find out that there were no survivors. Vernon was forever gone along with the rest of the people who…did terrible things.

“Elide Lochan.” A deep voice said and sat down beside her in the ambulance.

She blinked. That voice pulled her away from the horrific scene and she found herself staring up into dark eyes belonging to a massive man with equally dark hair. Elide felt incredibly small next to him. His police uniform did nothing to hide the muscles of his body.

He could easily hurt her if he wished. Elide narrowed her eyes at him in distrust. She wouldn’t cower, because she had done enough of that over the past few years she had been locked up.

“You are Miss Lochan correct? Niece to Vernon Lochan, the owner of this residence?” The man asked as if he wished to be elsewhere. As though he had better things to do then questioning a witness when he could be helping Whitethorn and the others on a drug raid in a neighboring town.

“Don’t say that,” Elide hissed. “I don’t want to be tied to that– that monster.” Her eyes seethed in anger at knowing she was family with such a wretched man. She wished she could drain every last drop that was tied to him, but then that meant losing her connection to her father. And Elide loved her father. She just couldn’t understand how he and Vernon could be brothers when Cal Lochan was a kind man while Vernon was the opposite.

The police officer watched her closely. He could see that the young woman’s mind was racing with thoughts behind her onyx eyes. She clearly was troubled and shaken by the ordeal she had went through.

“I’m officer Salvaterre,” the man paused. “But you can call me Lorcan.”

His only response was a numb nod from the woman beside him. Her bloody fingers fidgeted until she tried to wipe the blood off on her jeans.

“Were you hurt?” Lorcan motioned to her fingers.

“No,” Elide said. “Well I mean not from today, but –” Elide stopped abruptly.

Lorcan was never the one to comfort. His squad knew that. He was always the one to serve justice by force and never by a gentle hand. But this woman – Elide – made him want to try.

“You can talk about it,” Lorcan coaxed. “No one is going to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

Elide bit her trembling lip. She didn’t know this man, but he seemed genuinely concerned and didn’t look at her with pitying glances like so many other people at the crime scene.

“She wanted to save us,” Elide whispered. “Kaltain was my only friend and now…she’s gone.”

Lorcan knew the other female victim was DOA and there was nothing the medics could do to resuscitate her.

“What was she trying to save you from?” Lorcan asked. Though he and many other officers suspected Vernon, a known criminal for drug and sex trafficking, was a cause behind today’s events.

Lorcan could only hope that Elide was spared, even though that dark tendril of instincts told him otherwise.

“He did horrible things,” Elide diverted her attention to her fingers with Vernon’s dried blood on them. She started wiping her hands vigorously on her pants. Yet no matter what she did the blood wouldn’t come off.

“I – I just wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let me. He kept me here and I couldn’t get out. I tried and he-” Elide choked on a sob. “It hurt so much. He used the chain and his friends tried to…hurt me like the others they brought in screaming. People were always screaming.”

“Elide,” Lorcan tried to calm her frantic hands that continually attempted to rid themselves of the blood. His hands gently grabbed her wrists and she jolted up to escape the memories his touch brought.

She stumbled as her ankle gave out and with a cry she fell to the floor of the ambulance.

But before her knees hit the metal she was scooped up against a broad warm chest. She froze in fear, but relaxed when Lorcan settled her on the stretcher. He sat down beside her and grabbed one of the antiseptic wipes from the medical kit.

Then Lorcan Salvaterre, the most withdrawn and hardened officer in the precinct, tenderly began wiping the blood off Elide.

Silence filled the space. Elide’s eyes trained on Lorcan’s steady motions. His hand easily covered her own and provided an odd sense of warmth that Elide didn’t even know she was missing. What had been deprived from her since her early childhood.

“You’re going to make it through this,” Lorcan said. His attention shifted to her eyes. “There are going to be tough days, but you are strong. Don’t ever let anyone say otherwise.”

“But what if they try,” Elide blinked away the tears that form in her eyes. “What if more people like Vernon-” Elide swallowed and couldn’t say the words that lodged in her throat.

“Then you will fight with everything you got,” Lorcan stated as if it was obvious. “Because that’s what you are. A fighter. And one that doesn’t give up.”

A heartbeat.

“And I will be there if you ever need me,” Lorcan said.

“Really?” Elide looked up in shock. “But why? You don’t know me.”

Lorcan shrugged. “It’s my job as an officer to protect others.”

“Oh.” Elide contemplated his words. Her pause was long before she finally spoke again. “Could I do that?”

“Do what?” Lorcan questioned having finished washing the dried blood off her fingers.

“Get a job that protect others,” Elide answered.

Lorcan stopped and looked down at the woman. Her dark tangled hair splayed on the stretcher with bruises and cuts underneath the dirt and blood that covered her in body. She was broken and bleeding. But she was a survivor. One that he could immediately tell would be a warrior until the end of her days. Much like him.

With ease Lorcan clasped her hand in his. The length of his fingers easily covered hers in warmth.

“You can do anything you wish,” Lorcan said with such vehement honesty that Elide’s eyes widened. “And don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

In that moment Elide saw light in a man that was surrounded by darkness each day he faced. A man who faced monsters with every new dawn like she had for the past years. She didn’t realize it at that moment, but the light in his eyes reflected her own.

Lorcan could see the hope rise in Elide. And he felt the need to keep that hope aflame and burning bright.

And so they sat in that ambulance together. Knowing that whatever the next day brought they would welcome it with fierceness that mirrored each other.

For Elide was the light and Lorcan was the dark. And together they would conquer the demons of their past, the beasts of today and the horrors of tomorrow.

And they would do so with smiles upon their faces.

Jon Snow x Baratheon!Reader Part 5

Hello! Could you write a Jon Snow imagine with the Baratheon Reader based on the last episode? Where she went with him beyond the wall and when he gets hurt someone literally has to pull her onto Drogon because she doesn’t want to leave him behind? And then her seeing him arrive at the wall?

Could you write a Jon snow x baratheon reader where the northern lords argue that she should stay in winterfell when Jon goes to dragonstone cuz she’s his queen but she says she’s going and jon’s like “I know better than to try to stop her”?

Omg please write a Jon Snow imagine with the Baratheon reader based on tonight’s episode!! Especially about him getting hurt and stuff

please please please write a jon x baratheon! reader based on episode 6!!

Baratheon reader taking care of Jon after he gets hurt?

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AN: Love for this mini series has been incredible thank you all sooooo much!!

When your feet hid the snowy ground of East Watch you felt a sigh of weird relief. You were back in the North and you were one step closer to being home and bringing peace to the world. You took a deep breath of the cold Northern air and continued inside.

You sat around the table with your good friend Tormund and the others telling them of the mission you faced over the wall. Tormund insisted on going, Gendry was ready for a war he couldn’t possibly imagine, Jorah was ready to get back to his Queen and Davos was staying back. “We’ll need more men,” you added.

So you ended up in the dungeons where the men had turned to boys and arguing over things that had long ago stopped mattering. “We are all on the same side,” you husband commanded. “Because we are all still breathing.” The men were let out of the dungeon and Jon spoke again. “Go get ready. But on all the furs you can and grab your weapons.” You, Jon, and Tormund stood in the common room getting ready.

“Are you sure you want to be coming out here Y/N,” Tormund asked. “It’d be better for you to head back to your castle.”

“You know the fighting that happened when Jon said he was going to Dragonstone? All the Lord hollard and whined like children. Then when I said I was going too they acted as though I was their mother, telling them they’d never eat again. They fought hard, trying to get me to stay. What did you tell them Jon, when they told you to stop me?”

“I know better than to try and stop her,” he grinned.

“When we married we vowed to have each other’s backs, always. Where he goes, I go. So if he goes beyond the wall as do I.”

The group of you left the safety of the wall and faced the cold storm on the other side. The snow was deep, the air was cold, and Gendry looked wide eyed over the scene in front of him. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen snow before,” Gendry beamed.

The hard journey continued and you continued trekking through the snow. “What are you smiling about,” you asked your husband who seemed zoned out as he looked at the white horizon.

“The first time we met,” he told you. “We were out here the first time I first saw you.” The loving look in his eye was overwhelming.

“It’s a bear,” you heard and the moment was ruined.

“A big one.”

“…Do bears usually have blue eyes?” You swore as you realized what that meant and took out your sword. The undead beast plowed over the members in your group and even got a hit on you as your blade went towards its head, sending you flying to the side. Once it was lit aflame and finally killed Beric pulled Thoros to the side and stopped his wound from bleeding.

The group continued on more cautions than ever. “That’s it,” the Hound’s voice interrupted your moment. “That’s the mountain I saw in the flames. A mountain shaped like an arrow’s head.”

“We’re close. Let’s keep going.” The hike started uphill and as you reached the top of the hill a noise reached your ears and Tormund halted the group. The noise seemed to get louder and everyone peered over the side rocks. A White Walker was walking passed with a group of the dead and your group got ready to pounce on the prey.

The fighting started quick and you went after the dead as Jon tackled the Walker. You cut down the dead and, just as you went to slide the arm off of the men holding Jorah’s neck, they all collapsed, except the one. You looked over and saw that Jon had taken down the White Walker.

Instead of dwelling on that you and the men automatically circled the last remaining walker and entrapped him. He yelled out a mighty screech and you realized his move after it was too late. The things mouth was covered and you and Jon looked up and watched as a low cloud of snow and ice came towards you.

“Gendry, run to East Watch. Get a raven to Daenerys, tell her what’s happened. Y/N, you must go with.

“No, I’m not leaving you.”

“You two are the fastest.”

“Gendry can make it himself I’m not leaving you,” you shouted.

“We don’t have time for this, I don’t want to lose you.”

“Then you better keep me close.” A moment of understanding passed you and he gave Gendry the look, sending him off towards the Wall.

Your group ran towards the clearing trying to get into the mountains but as you hit the clearing the sound of cracking stopped you. “Stop,” you yelled and everyone stopped in place. You looked back and saw an army of dead running for you.

“Go,” Jon yelled and you all took off, running to beat the ice and the dead. You and Jon reached the island of rock first and watched as the dead circled you. You two pulled your weapons and got ready. The weight of them was too much though and you watched as the frontmen fell below the ice. The siege stopped and you were safe…for now.


The light was coming up again and you paced around the small rock. You stopped by Tormond and looked at the dead he watched. “Remember what I said was the best way to keep warm?”

“Yes,” you chuckled. “Forgive me if Jon and I aren’t in the mood to give you a show my friend.”

“Who said anything about Jon. I’m cold too,” he cracked a smile and you pushed his shoulder. You walked back over to your husband and coiled your arm around his.

“Your Wildling chief is putting the moves on me.”

His eyes never left the ring of the lake. “I wish you would have gone with Gendry.”

“Don’t worry, gingers aren’t my type.”

“That’s not what I mean,” he looked down at you. “You shouldn’t be here. You should be at the Wall. Safe and away from this.”

“I vow to never leave your side, no matter the challenges we might face. I promise to have your back and love you till death,” you recited the vows you had said to him during your wedding ceremony. “I meant everything I said that day.”

“As did I,” he lowered his forehead to yours and closed his eyes, trying to find peace. The sound of the Hound knocking the jaw off a walker caught your attention and you gave a small giggle. He picked up another rock and threw it but this time it came up short and you watched as it skidded over the ice…the ice that was reformed and ready for battle.

“Shit,” you cursed and got your blade out. The walkers began charging and the battle broke out. You tried to fought them off, you really did try, but you quickly saw that this fight was going to be lost. You saw Tormond hit the ice and you ran forward to get him. As you ran to his aid a loud roar erupted and you watched as fire from the dragons lit up the dead. You cut down those remaining on Tormond and grabbed his furs, pulling him back towards the men.

Two of the other’s grabbed Tormond and dragged him towards Daenerys and Drogon. You went back to fighting and only looked up as you heard the mighty yell of a dragon. The Night King had sent a spear to the heart of one of Daenerys children and you watched as they hit the ice and sunk.

“Jon,” you yelled. “We have to go.” When his eyes met yours you knew what he was going to try. “No,” you said more to yourself the first time. “No,” you yelled this time. Jon gave you a sad look before yelling back, “I love you.” He turned and charged towards the Night King.

“No!” You went to run towards him but the Hound’s arms wrapped around you. “No, let me go! Jon!” But no yelling could get you off the back of the dragon and out of the Hound’s arms. Daenerys took off and you watched mortified from above; tears freezing to your cheeks as you watched Jon get dragged under the ice. And in that moment you felt your heart turn to stone.


You looked out over the Wall with a blank face and heart. You heard the crunch of snow as Daenerys approached. “I fell in love with Jon right here on this wall,” you told her. “We were at Castle Black and he was stationed on duty. We had quickly connected when I reached the wall but that night I made my way up on top the wall for the first time and sat with him. We sat up and talked until the sun peaked over the white land and we knew, from that moment on, that we’d be stuck together.” A tear ran down your cheek as you spoke those memories out loud.

“The night we were married we promised, in front of the Gods and everyone, that we’d never leave each other’s side. I left his side today. I watched as he was forced under water and I broke my vow to him.”

“You didn’t have a choice,” she reassured. “He wanted you to go. The Hound took you away…I took you away. You didn’t leave his side.”

“Do you remember Sir Davos saying he took a dagger to the heart?” She nodded. “He’s not one for the theatrics. Jon was murdered by the men he called his Brothers and the Red Priestess brought him back. Those were the worst days of my life…watching his lifeless body lay on a table with a sad wolf at my feet. After he was brought back I pictured the next time I’d have to deal with his death, and convinced myself we’d be old and grey; surrounded by our children and our children’s children, and even maybe their children. Yet…here I am.” You turned to leave the wall after a final glance at the true North. “If you’ll forgive me. I have to get back to Winterfell.” You were less than 3 feet away when you heard the horn.

You turned and looked over the wall, your hands gripping the cold wall. A black horse was running as quick as it could towards the wall with a frozen white ball of fur on it’s back.

You ran as fast as you could and found yourself on the ground running towards the men that had gathered around the horse. You pushed them to the side to see him for yourself. “Jon,” you breathed.

“He’s alive,” Davos said. The group of men worked together and loaded him onto the ship you had taken to East Watch. You stood in the corner of the room frozen as you watched the men pry the frozen futs from Jon’s body. The torso you knew so well was covered in new cuts that matched the one he had healing over his heart. Once the cold clothes were taken off he was wrapped in blankets and there was nothing to do but wait.

You found yourself in a seat at the foot of his bed and waited, adding blankets when the compulsion pulled at you. You were memorizing every detail of his face for the thousandth time when your eyes met his now open ones. Tears automatically sprang from your eyes and a large grin covered your face.

“Hi,” he gave you a small smile.

“Hi,” you choked out between tears.

He took your hand in his, “Why are you crying?”

“Because I was so worried that I’d never see you again.”

“Guess I’m not that easy to kill,” he tried to make light.

“King Jon Snow, Warden of the North, Beater of Death,” you announced. “That’s what they shall call you now.” You brushed the curls from his face and rested your hand against his cheek. “Do you need anything? Ale, food, more blankets? I should get Daenerys, she wanted to talk to you. And I’ll have to check your bandages,” you went to get up from the bed but as you pulled away Jon pulled your hand.

“I am feeling a little cold.”

“I’ll get you more blankets.”

“No,” you didn’t understand. “I’ve heard the best way to warm up is from the heat of another.” He used what must have been all of his strength and pulled you back to the bed. “Forget the world for a second and lay with me.” You slipped out into your under clothes and slid down by his side under the covers, putting your head on his chest and an arm around him.

“Don’t you ever do that again to me Jon Snow. The next time you try and get yourself killed we better be old and grey or I’ll kill you myself.”

He rested his head on top of yours, “I vowed to stay by your side and that’s what I’ll do.”

Right Place, Wrong Time

Pairing: Sami Zayn x Reader
Summary: Sami has liked you for a while now, so he decides to ask you out…only things don’t seem to go as planned every time he tries.

Originally posted by thearchitectwwe

“Good morning, Sami!” You called from across the hotel lobby.

“Hey, Y/N!” Sami replied, returning your smile as he walked over to you and Kevin. “Hey, Kev.”

“Morning, man.” Kevin told Sami, still half asleep. “I look at this one and wonder how she’s so awake this morning.” He pointed to you.

“That’s because I didn’t sleep very well last night.” You said with a shrug. “So I was up early and got some coffee in me an hour ago.”

“Why didn’t you sleep? You could’ve called me, I didn’t sleep much either.” Sami asked.

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BTS REACTION: When their child ask them questions about the sex education class they had at school.

Hey yo! I´m finally back with one more reaction! 

Just to remember, the ask box will open tomorrow, after we finish posting the last reactions!



“Daddy! I’ve had sex education class today!” Your daughter said, jumping into Namjoon’s arms for a hug.

His expression was frozen. Was that a signal that his little girl was finally growing up? What if she had doubts about what she just learned? What should he answer?


You were having dinner together, when he suddenly asked: “Hey dad, when I will be allowed to have sex?”

He would be surprised at the question his son just made. Spitting his drink on the table, as you couldn’t control your laughter.


“Dad?” His daughter asked. They were alone at home, since you had to stay at work for a few more hours.

“Yes dear?” He replied, typing his new composition on the computer.

“I had a special class today at school and…” she stopped.

“And?” He looked at her, turning off his PC.

“Can I ask you a question about it?”

“Well.. If I know the answer, of course!”. Yoongi replied.

“Why girl and boys have different organs?”

“Organs?” He asked confused

“Yeah like… sexual organs!”

Suga choked on his own saliva, he really wasn’t expecting a question like this one.

“Well… ‘what the heck should I say?? My answer will affect her for the rest of her life! I can’t shame myself like this, at least not in front of my daughter! !’” His thoughts running through his head made him confused.

“Go talk to your mother! ” Yoongi ran way for his own sake.

J Hope:

“Dad?” His little princess would come to him. Her face slightly blushed. Hoseok could see that she was nervous about something.

“What’s up dear? Wanna ask me something?” He said smiling.

“Well… actually I want to ask you for an advice…”

“What is it then?” He kept smiling, but he knew that something weird would come out of (y/d/n).

“I had sex education class today and… one friend of mine came to me after class and asked me if I wanted to do it with him. I didn’t answer him! But I wanted to ask your opinion!”

Hoseok was frozen. He REALLY wasn’t expecting that. His princess was so innocent, that she didn’t really knew what sex means, although she was just 8 years old…

“Dear.. never do that with anybody at least until you’re 30, are we clear??” He would be protective. Not wanting to admit his little girl would grow up eventually.


His son just came back from school, but his face showed he was intrigued.

“Mom.. dad..” he asked

“Yes son?” You replied

“May I ask you something about your relation?”

Jimin looked at you worried.

“Sure. Why not?” He said

“You two never had sex again after I was born?” (Y/s/n) face was serious.

Jimin spitted his drink on the floor while you laughed hard in the kitchen.

“What? I asked something funny?” Your son asked confused. “I was wondering about that because my teacher said that adults do it when they want kids… and since I a single child I thought…”

“You answer Jimin…” you said

Park Jimin would notice that was already the right time to have 'the man to man talk’ with your son.


“Who’s this baby girl?” Tae asked his daugher that was sitting on the floor with a friend doing homework.

“He’s my boyfriend dad!” They both smiled at him.

He couldn’t help but laugh, as he tought they were kidding.

“Daddy? Why you’re laughing?”

“Baby girl.. you’re too young to have a boyfriend.. please don’t try to fool daddy”.

“But we really are!” She said

V decided to face it as a kid’s play and gave up.

“Ok ok dear..”

As he walks away, his daughter calls him back.



“Can me and (your daugher’s boyfriend name) have sex just like in this school books? It said that couples do it….”

Taehyung fell on the floor as he tripped on his own feet.


Kookie would be resting before the training with the boys. You come in with your twins, a boy and a girl. They were 10 years old and Jungkook couldn’t be more proud.

“Hey dad!” They jumped into Kookie’s arms.

“Hey guys! How was school today?” He asked kissing your lips.

“We learned about sex!” They both said at the same time.

Jungkook choked on his own saliva, shocked by their school subject. Was really already that time of life?

“Oh that’s nice kids..”

“Can we ask you something? Mom said she didn’t know the answer…” he looked at you while you laughed with the others.

“Well.. *he breaths heavily* why not?”

“Will we really have all those hormones when we become teenagers??”

Jungkook’s cheeks blushed because really didn’t know what he should answer…

“And we will feel desire? Teacher said we would want to have contact with persons of other genres..” your daughter said innocent.

Now he’s completely lost.


That’s it guys! Hope you like it!

Gif credits to their original owners!

~ADM Panda

Girls’ day out.

I was supposed to finish this up because this was requested months ago by @ cliss25 – probably one of the very first few requests I ever received via messages that is! – and I was checking through my messages to get to the requests! I’m awfully sorry this came up super late! I disappeared for a while from the blog between February to April and only recently became active again! I really have no other excuse for my absence so thank you for sending this in and I really do hope you enjoy this! As such, you are the first person to request a thing with Cass and Steph!

Hi, first sorry for my english, but is not my first language. Second, i love your fics, Batmom is the best, but i dont read much about the girls, can you maybe writ something about Bruce Batmom with Cass and Steph. Thanks!

You love your boys. Anyone who knows you knows that you absolutely adore your entire family and your entire absolutely adores you too. You are never seen without any one of your boys – most of the time, it’s the youngest Wayne that accompanies you everywhere you go. But what they do not know is that, as much as you really love hanging out with your boys, sometimes you can only take so much testosterone in a day so normally in a week, you always have a day designated just for the girls in the family only. No interruptions from your boys, no husband asking you where his favourite tie is and no son of yours calling in asking you whether he should get take-outs or have dinner at the manor.

Girls’ day always fall on a Saturday. Normally you would have everyone – all of the girls, that is – over but unfortunately for you, that week, only Cass and Steph are available. Not that you minded at all because you loved hanging out with the two girls as well.

Which is why that Saturday, you are lounging in your tea room – Bruce figured that you might need a room of your own where you can hold your Girls’ day and had an old living room renovated just for you – in your pajamas. Saturday also meant lazy days for you. Cass is currently basking in the sunlight by the window and Steph is just looking through the amount of nail polishes you have.  

“I’m starting to get bored,” You tell the girls, placing the glass of iced tea on the table. “What do you think of going to a spa?” You ask as you reach for your laptop – you had been wanting to go to a spa for the longest time and have yet to find the right time to do so but since you finally have some time to spare today and the girls are here too, you think it might be a good idea.

Cass is the first one to look away from the window. Ever since she has got to know you, she is starting to be more and more open – it took a lot of work and patience but you finally managed to get her to talk more than just one word sentences. “Is the new spa you recently talked about?” But her voice is still the softest ever though that’s one thing you do not want to change about your baby girl.

Steph’s eyes widen in glee. “Oh my god, yes, please! People think it’s easy being a woman – they have absolutely no idea just how much care we put in to being one.” She exclaims, excited at the thought of going to a spa. She could not even remember when was the last time she had treated herself.

You smile. “Well, that’s settles it then.” You immediately get your phone and dial up the spa, booking an appointment for that day. “Done; our appointment’s booked after lunch. So how about we get some brunch first?” You look at the two girls who simply nod their heads.

Thankfully, none of the boys came to bother you – every now and then, they would drop by to ask you questions you know Alfred could answer in lieu of your absence – so your brunch went by wonderfully. Not before long, the three of you are dressed up and ready to go to the spa.

The moment you get out of your car, you are greeted with a lot of paparazzi. Cass immediately goes to your side, trying to shield you and Steph is asking everyone to back away politely. You simply hold on to Cass’s hand and pull Steph away from the paparazzi, knowing very well that no matter what you choose to do with them, they will still run their stories the way they see fit.

After getting the three of you checked in, you started with the good stuff: mud bath. It was fun to be able to spend some time with your girls, laughing and gossiping about random things you could think of. You are thankful that the girls are very comfortable with you too.

“My skin is so smooth right now. Is this how you keep yours smooth?” Steph runs a finger down her own arm. “I should probably do some more mud bath in the future.”

You giggle at her adorableness. “Hit me up when you want to do it!” You tell her, fastening the white robe on your body. Cass is already beside you, looking kinda out of place. So you throw an arm around her shoulder, pulling her to you. “How is it so far, Cass?”

Cass nods her head. “It’s really fun.” She gives you a small smile and you pat her shoulder, satisfied with her answer. “What are we going to do next?”

You shrug your shoulders. “Up to you girls, really. I just wanted to spend some time with the two of you.” You say earnestly and Steph blinks a few times before giving you and Cass a brief hug, chuckling happily.

“Well, can we get some facials then? I think I need some pampering for my face.” Steph tells you once she pulls away from the hug. You nod your head and let Steph take the lead. The three of you went for some facials after that and even got a face massage after some exfoliation. Then the three of you received manicures and pedicures and trying to choose colours that represented your alter egos were fun too, laughing at jokes that left the manicurist and pedicurist lost.

To be honest for you, the fun part about going to the spa is getting the massage at the end. Even though you don’t really go out in the field whenever your boys are, sitting in the bat cave, monitoring their every activity can get you tense. This was probably the best idea you have ever had in a while – you knew you had knots here and there but you didn’t know just how much everything hurts until the masseuse rubbed them away.

“That was so refreshing.” You say to no one in particular as you relax. One of the side effects of getting a massage is that you get lazy to move. “I am so contented I just don’t want to move right now.” Cass leans against you, she too felt really good after getting the massage. She never knew she was hurting in the areas until the masseuse did wonders on her. Steph on the other hand looks really energized and absolutely happy.

“Honestly, the rest of them are so going to regret not being free today of all days!” Steph shakes her head. “Thank you for today! It’s been a while since I have this much fun and care for myself.” You simply grab her hand, grinning at her.

“I am half-tempted to just call one of the boys to pick up the car and drive us home.” You let out a small yawn before taking out your phone. “You know what, I’m just going to call one of the boys and tell them to pick us up.” You quickly sent a message to your family group chat asking for the boys to pick you up, leaving a strict reminder that Damian should not be driving any of the cars just yet because he is still underage, to which your youngest simply tuts and gives you an exasperated sticker in return. “Okay, the boys will be here soon enough.”

“Thank you for today.” Cass snuggles against you and you smile at her.

“Anything for my girls.”

You Abandoned Me-Part Two (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Summary: Now that Steve has left (Y/N) to help Bucky she doesn’t know who her friends are anymore. Tony tries to console her but is dealing with similar problems of his own.

Characters: Steve Rogers x Reader, Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Meaning: (Y/N)= Your name
(Y/L/N)= Your last name

Warnings: Sad Tony (cause let’s face it, his emotions and feelings are usually put to the side)

It seemed odd to be repeating the same actions as Steve had just done before he stormed out on me. Packing a bag of my things like he did made it seem like I too was walking out of this relationship. Stepping into the bathroom, I flicked the light on almost giving myself a heart attack when I faced my reflection. Makeup was in the wrong places, my eyes were puffy and bloodshot, not to mention the bright, red cheeks from rubbing my tears away. Ignoring my face for now, I gathered up my toiletries, trying to not look at anything that was his.

I knew that I wasn’t leaving the flat for good, I loved that place more than words could express. Steve was my first serious boyfriend, the others hadn’t got this far with me. We dated for two years before deciding to live together. I grew up in England so I knew nothing about America’s geography. Steve suggested somewhere in Brooklyn where he grew up. I would have lived in a cardboard box as long as I was with him. It was a big step for us but an exciting one. Now everywhere I looked just reminded me of Steve.

Sighing, I picked up my bag before closing and locking the door. My feet slowly carried me down the steps and into the garage for the block of flats. Nothing was really registering in my mind, the whole car journey only seemed like a couple of minutes when really it must have been at least half an hour. The ever so familiar tower came into view, outshining all buildings surrounding it. Parking my car inside, I took a deep breath before getting out.

The tower was like another home me for me. Steve had introduced me to the others at one of Tony’s famous parties. Luckily for me I got along with everyone and was soon being invited back, and not just for parties. Steve and I would sometimes stay here or I would by myself when he was away on missions. The Avengers had become my family, now I was hoping that whoever was left here would welcome me back.

“Welcome back Miss (Y/L/N).” the oh so missed robotic voice of FRIDAY announced as I stepped into the lift.

“Thank you FRIDAY, it has been a while.”

“I have informed Mr Stark of your arrival and shall take you to him now.”

The lift took me to the floor where Tony’s lab was situated. I hesitated at the glass doors, watching as he typed something into his tablet. With Bruce gone after the battle with Ultron, Tony had no lab partner, he would spend days up there alone, buried in his research. I tried to get him to come out but some days he would not budge. Tapping on the glass gently I saw Tony’s head whip round before smiling and entering the code to let me in. As soon as I stepped in he was hugging me. He too looked beaten up, even more than Steve was.

“I am so sorry for what he did to you.” he mumbled, squeezing me right.

Surprisingly, Tony and I had gotten very close. Neither of us could put our fingers on it, we didn’t have much in common. Perhaps it all started when Tony wanted another party and when no one agreed I was the only one who wanted one too. Besides that, I could see that he was broken. He too had been through a lot though it wasn’t a competition. I tried to help him when no one would comfort him or just listen to him baffle. When Steve was away on a mission, I would sit in the lab with Tony if he too was at the tower; he would sometimes explain his new inventions even if I didn’t understand, talk to each other or sit in comfortable silence as I read a book.

I forced myself not to cry.“I just can’t believe what’s happened this week. I don’t even know the full story.”

“It’s a very long one.” he pulled away, leaning on a desk.

“I know it has a lot to do with those damn records.”

“Those stupid pieces of paper broke apart what was supposed to be a super team. And I know you weren’t sure of them either.”

“Well I had no say in it. It was all of your decisions. But I knew they were trouble.”

He changed the topic slightly.“So capsicle didn’t tell you anything?”

“He was there one minute then gone the next. I couldn’t get anything out of him.”

He ran a hand over his face.“Long story short, we disagreed over the Sokovia records, I wanted to sign them whereas he didn’t and it all went downhill from there. Wider soldier shows up, Steve hides him away from the government and we all fight.”

He was silent for a moment.

“Turns out he killed my parents.”

“Bucky killed your parents?”

“HYDRA took him out of the ice and sent him on a mission. Some nut job desperately wanted that mission report to get me and Bucky to fight. His family was killed back when we fought Ultron, something about wanting revenge.”

I was speechless. Despite the brief description it escalated quickly. I had no idea of how much actually went on, my friends fighting over some records instead of talking about it, plus the return of Steve’s best friend….I wanted to hate Bucky. Maybe if he hadn’t shown up this problem wouldn’t have gotten so big, maybe they could have resolved it. There was obvious jealousy as well, Steve had chosen a psycho murderer over his girlfriend. There was no telling when he would come back.

“Are you just going to leave me out of the story?” I heard another voice as the doors slid open.

“Rhodey! Oh my god, what happened?!” I exclaimed as he slowly walked in on crutches and leg braces.

“Accident during the fight. Got hit whilst in the suit, dropped right out of the sky.”

“How are you not dead?” I gasped as I hugged him.

“I’m sorry for being such a strong soldier.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” I sadly smiled as I pulled away.

“But check out the new legs, designed by Mr Tony Stank himself.”


Tony groaned.“Don’t even ask.”

Tony took me to my room in the tower though I was hesitant to go in. Steve and I shared this, it still had some of our stuff in it. As I placed down my bag, my gaze went to the desk. There was a picture frame with my favourite picture of us in it; Steve had been away on a long mission and the team had no idea when he was coming back, when he finally did I was the first to run out to the landing bay and throw myself on him. Someone had captured the moment for us. It just showed our love for each other in one photo.

Slumping down on the edge of the bed, I took one more glance around the room before looking up at Tony. He was already looking at me with a stern look on his face.

“Are you sure you want to be in here?” He asked.

I sighed.“I’m not sure. This feels homely but at the same time it doesn’t.”

He walked up to me.“You know you can have a pick of any other room seeing as no one occupies them anymore.”

My heart twisted at his words.“I’m so sorry that they’re gone Tony. I know you were trying to keep everyone together.”

“I’m sorry too. They were your family as well as mine.”

He sat down next to me and we were in comfortable silence before I spoke out suddenly.

“I hate Bucky Barnes.”

He turned to face me, slowly nodding.

“Yeah, me too.”

“I know you have a bit more reason to, seeing as he…yeah, well, as soon as he arrived things turned to even more shit. Steve used to talk about him all the time and after he showed up a couple years ago, I was excited to meet him. Of course I couldn’t though, seeing as he was brainwashed and all. But from what Steve had said about him and how Bucky cared for him…urgh, this is just too much for me to handle.”

Tony’s arm went around my shoulders and I hugged him back.“There’s nothing we can do now.”

I started to cry again.“You should have heard how he spoke to me Tony. I’ve never seen him the angry, it was like he was annoyed with me. And now he’s gone and I don’t know when he’s coming back…if he’s coming back.”

Tony stayed quiet as he let me ramble.

“I want to hate Steve too but I can’t. And I think that’s hurting me the most. He can just easily walk away from it all with no seond thought whereas I’m left here a sobbing mess.”

We sat together on the bed, Tony’s hand rubbing soothing, circular motions on my back. I took a deep breath, sitting up straight as I wiped away the tears.

“I’m sorry Tony. I’m just a mess. Thank you for being such a great friend though. I don’t know what would have happened if I stayed cooped up in that apartment.”

“Any time. Thank you for listening to me too. Look, it’s still early in the evening, I’ll order us takeout and we’ll hang out.”

“Thanks.” I sniffled.


It had been a week since Steve left. Since then I had tried to continue as normal; going to work, seeing some friends (I didn’t dare tell them that Steve was gone) and helping Tony try to get back to his usual self, or at least close to that. I hadn’t been back to the flat either. Every time I thought about going I chickened out, it was too much to handle. Tony never asked about it either. That was something I was grateful for, Tony knew that I wouldn’t want to talk about it though I was starting to worry about him. He was becoming more reclusive, staying up in his lab all day. That was until he joined me for breakfast.

“This came for you today.” he handed me an envelope before walking over to the coffee machine.

My name was scribbled on the front and I could recognise the handwriting anywhere. My hands started to tremble as I kept on staring at it. I could feel Tony’s presence and I knew he was waiting. Slowly I opened it up, sliding out the letter hidden inside:

To my best girl,

My actions from the last time we saw each other were out of order. I never thought that I would be that way towards you but I was, I’ll never forgive myself for that. No one expected anything like this to happen. I want you to know that you have made the past three years the best years of my life and I will forever regret walking away from it all. But please understand that I was scared, scared for the team, scared for Bucky and scared for you. This may sound like goodbye, I assure you it isn’t. I could never forget you and I never will.

I will love you forever,

I had read it all in his voice, soaking in everything that was written down. I could imagine him writing this and I hoped it was with great difficulty. My emotions clashed together, not sure whether to be happy that he had thought about me or angry that he contacted me a week later with a letter. He could have text or called, that way I could have heard his voice. He said that it wasn’t goodbye.

So why did I feel like I would never see him again?

‘Oh, Shut Up.’ x Bellamy Blake

Originally posted by hiddenpolkadots

requested by anon ; Hi :) I would like to request a bellamy image: murphy is rly rude to reader and keeps insulting her. bellamy cant stand it anymore and protects her. fluff pls! thanks! ; hope you like it! 

‘Hey, [Y/N], are you going to do anything or are you just going to sit there?’ Murphy said, well screamed actually, while walking over to [Y/N]. She had helped some guys out with setting up the fence that would have to protect them from any people living on earth. She had been tilting heavy beams, hurting her back in the process and was now taking a break. But of course Murphy only notices her when she isn’t doing anything. He had been picking on her the moment they set foot on earth.
‘I’m actually taking a break right now?’ [Y/N] answered, knowing she’d better hold back any sarcastic comments.
‘A break from like, what? An hour? Get your lazy ass up, or we all will be dead by night because you,’ Murphy was now standing right in front of her, poking his finger harshly in her shoulder, ‘were too lazy to do anything!’
‘That’s not really –’
‘I don’t need to hear your excuses, [Y/N], just get to work, or I will make you.’ Murphy took out his knife, holding it so the sunshine was reflecting on it. [Y/N] swallowed hard, looking down to avoid eye contact. Until now Murphy had mostly just threatened her, but she saw how he had used that knife before. ‘You lazy pig.’ He muttered.
‘Oh, shut up, Murphy.’ [Y/N] immediately looked up, and saw Bellamy walking towards them, while putting on his shirt. ‘If anyone’s a lazy pig around here, it’s you. Leave [Y/N] alone, she has done enough work for today.’
‘But Bellamy –’
‘If I were you, I’d shut up.’ Bellamy said, looking at Murphy. He stood a bit taller to make clear who actually was in charge of the place.
‘Yeah, whatever,’ Murphy said, giving [Y/N] one last glance.
‘Thanks.’ [Y/N] whispered, as soon as Murphy was gone. She took a seat on one of the tree stumps.
‘That’s all right. He’s been giving you a hard time for a while now, huh? I’ll make sure he won’t do that again.’ Bellamy smiled, taking a seat next to her. [Y/N] quickly made some more space by shuffling away from him. But that wasn’t really helping since Bellamy shuffled along with her.
‘Eh, he has, actually. But it’s okay –’
‘It’s not. You’ve been doing so much work. You deserve a break.’
[Y/N] had no clue what to say to that, so she just stayed quiet. She had never really talked to Bellamy, but she did admire how he was keeping it all together, how he kept everybody going. If he hadn’t been here, most of us had been dead already.
‘And with a break, I mean, maybe a, eh, date with me? I know we can barely even go on a date here, but maybe I can like mock something up?’ [Y/N] looked up at Bellamy, because he had to be joking. But he wasn’t. His eyes sparkled a little and his cheeks were a shade of red. It softened up his ‘I’m the leader, and you’ll do what I want’ – look. And [Y/N] was kinda liking it.
‘Wait, what?’ She asked, just to be sure that he wasn’t joking.
‘I know it’s not really a great idea,’ he laughed. ‘But I think you and I both can use a short break.’
‘I can’t disagree with that one.’ [Y/N] muttered, the image of blood and sharp knifes playing in her head.
‘So … That’s a yes?’ Bellamy smiled bride.
‘I guess.’ [Y/N] could do nothing but smile back. ‘But, why? Why me?’
‘Why not?’ Bellamy said, looking down now. ‘I’ve liked you for a while now, actually. Remember that one year on The Ark where we could do a secret Valentine?’ [Y/N] nodded, she did remember that day. They had thought it’d be a good idea. But it immediately had been the last year since a girl had freaked out when her boyfriend didn’t send her anything. [Y/N] had in fact received one pink note, and until today she’d never knew from whom it was. ‘Well, eh, I send you that note. I wanted to tell you, that it was me, but I was too scared. And then we got send to earth and everything became a mess.’
‘That was you?’ [Y/N] frowned.
‘Yes,’ Bellamy laughed, getting that shade of red on his cheeks again. ‘But we’ll have time enough to talk about this tonight. I’ll come and pick you up at your tent.’ He smiled, stood up, and hesitated for a moment, before he turned back around to face [Y/N]. ‘I would say put on something cute, but it’s not like we have loads of clothes, and you already look cute anyway.’ Bellamy grinned, gave her a wink and then walked away.
[Y/N] stared at Bellamy, not sure what to say or do.
‘Hey, [Y/N] –’ she heard Murphy scream, but [Y/N] turned around, flipped him off and went to her tent.

Happier (Simon/ Miniminter)

Requested?: Yes
Warnings: None
Pairing: Simon and Reader

This is different from anything I have ever written. I really loved the way this came out I hope that you love it as well.
If you want to Listen to Happier by Ed Sheehan while reading this. It will make all the emotions and everything a bit better.


Simon’s POV

Being out with the other guys and their girlfriends used to be fun for me. That was when I had her with me, and I wasn’t by myself.

When I was with her everything seemed better, happier even. I didn’t ever feel alone or lost. I knew that wherever she was, I was right there with her.

I thought she was happy with me, until that one day. The day that ended it all.

One fight and it was all over. One fight and she walked out, never to return.

I thought that I would never see her again. That is until today.

I saw her across the road, but not by herself. She had another man’s arm wrapped around her.

I wanted to go over to her and tell her hi and about how much I missed her, but I just couldn’t do it. Not when she looks happy with him, I can’t be the person that takes away that happiness again. She can’t have another heartbreak or heartache because of me. I can’t see her cry again. That would break my heart all over again.

The next week I saw them across the bar from the guys and me. She was laughing at something he said. Her smile was twice as wide as it was with me, I could never make her that happy. He makes her happier than. I do.

Seeing her again makes me want to scream to the world how much I still love her. How much I want her back. How much I am hurting, just seeing her with someone else.

I’m guessing that Josh sees her across the room, because he turns to me and tells me that I will find another girl. Someone that I will be happier with than her. Someone that will make me feel that way again. I don’t believe him though. No one could ever make me as happy as her again. I’m still so in love with her. So much that it hurts.

Now I am sitting in my room back at the house. I have a half empty bottle sitting next to me.

I can hardly sit in this room anymore. It has too many memories of her in it.

From the way she would sit in my extra chair, just to watch me edit a video, or to film a video with me. When she would sit on my bed, yearning for me to come to cuddle with her and to stop editing.

The side of my bed where she used to sleep, I still cant sleep on. It still feels wrong to sleep there. So I still sleep on my side, as if she is still there.

I picture the way she used to come out of my bathroom, with my clothes on. Being how tiny she was, my clothes absolutely swallowed her up. They made her look ever smaller than she was.

I still can’t wear her favorite shirt of mine. It reminds me too much of her.

I still have the heart on my keychain that she gave me, the one that matched the necklace she had. I just don’t have the heart to get rid of it. That would mean that I have fully given up on ever getting her back, which I’m not ready to do.

I hardly ever leave the house or my room anymore. The guys try everything they can to get me out, but I won’t come out. I’m not the same person anymore. Ever since she left, I haven’t been as happy. I’m sure that my fans can tell something is wrong, but I won’t say anything to them. I don’t want them to give her any hate. I want her to always be happy. No matter if she is with me or another man.

So when I am filming a video, I put on a fake smile. Making sure that I still seem like the happy person I once was. No matter how much my heart is still breaking. I force myself to laugh, but it doesn’t come out as genuine as it used to. I want to seem happy that way if she watches my video she will think that I am okay, even if I am not.

I know that I don’t deserve her anymore. She deserves someone who will treat her like a queen. Someone that will give her all their time. She needs someone that will give her everything. Someone who would drop everything and travel the world with her, because I know how much she loves to travel.

I know that she is happier with that guy I saw her with.

Is it selfish of me to say that I wish she was still mine? That I don’t want her with another person? That I want her all to myself?

I’m still so in love with her. I want her back so much. The guys keep telling me that I will fall for someone new. Someone that will make me happier. That one person will pick my heart back up and put it back together again.

I don’t want anyone else though. I just want her. I want her forever. I regret everything that I said during that fight. I told her that I never wanted to see her again, I didn’t mean it though. I told her that. I never loved her. Again a total lie.

I want to see her again. I never stopped loving her. She is still my everything and I still have hopes that one day she will come back to me. I still have hopes that she loves me just as much as I still love her.

Maybe one day, someone will break her hear just as I did, and she will come back to me.

If he ever does break her heart, I hope that she knows I will be here for her. Ready to pick the pieces back up. Ready to make her smile and laugh again.

Ready to make her happy again.

Taking My Life Away ~Epilogue~

Summary: Reader gets a job in another city, leaving her best friend behind. How will they do without each other? Will their long distance friendship last? Will it become something more?

Reader X Bucky

Word Count: 2080

A/N: This Is a repost, because apparently Parts 8, 15, and 20 were eaten…

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A Thranduil Fanfic

Based on an imagine found here

You hummed, enjoying the sound of the rain outside, something about it always putting you at peace. With a very relaxed hand, you focused on your current painting, putting the finishing touches on the wild garden that you had found one wandering day and imprinted it into your memory.

“Been wandering the wilds again, meleth?”  A familiar voice sounded behind you.

You smiled as you continued to work.  "I must draw my inspiration from somewhere.“

Thranduil sighs, his hands wrapping around your waist as he gently rests his head on your shoulders, watching you work.  "Did you at least arm yourself this time?”

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