i think i'm going to bed soon. not yet but soon

wonder (m)

Originally posted by dear0901

summary: that was the snag, the inconvenience if you will, Jeon Jungkook had next to no experience with girls. It was his best friend that insisted on dragging the poor boy from the safety of his dorm and to the nearest frat party. But now Jungkook no longer attended the parties instead taking refuge on your couch. He’d find comfort there, stretched out upon his back with your legs on either side of his body, your fingers threading lazily through his hair. virgin!kook

word count: 6,028

warning: usual filth, basically sex ed with kook

It’s the way he stares. Eyes almost childlike, shining with an innocence so pure and wondrous. Resisting the urge to indulge in such vulnerability becomes a daily fight because you stare too, except it’s not sheer curiosity that is fuelling you, it’s unadulterated lust. A passionate yearning that has your heartbeat racing and skin setting alight, a fire so intense you ponder on whether or not he’d soothe it or ignite it further.

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Dean is aging every day and Castiel can see it in the fine lines when he smiles, the way his eyes crinkle. Every day there’s another line forming and Castiel can see it. Every single one of them. He sees the first small gray hair that starts at the root of Dean’s hair. He doesn’t think Dean can see it, at first, but after a week Dean begins parting his hair differently. Castiel cannot see the single gray strand anymore, until there is a small bundle of them.

With each waking day, Dean’s hands begin to ache in the places that strains when he holds his gun. He pretends not to care, but Castiel knows. He can read Dean like a book he’s read a million times.

Castiel stays the same. Humanity caught up with his vessel in the short while he had no grace, yet now he seems to have stopped aging once again. He stays young while Dean’s knees ache. Small touches let Castiel ease the pain, and Dean catches on to what he is doing. He says thank you with his eyes, that still sparkle a beautiful sage color. The love Castiel has for Dean never dulls, but only deepens the more Dean let’s him heal.

It seems, eventually Dean wants to skip out on hunts. His bones throb too badly, or he’s catching yet another cold. Sam notices, too, but says nothing. It’s inevitable. Dean is much older than Sam is, and not as nimble anymore. Castiel always stays with Dean. Just in case.

Sometimes Dean will let Castiel sit with him while he watches the latest game on television. Usually Dean will fall asleep by halftime, never able to sleep well at night. His head always ends up on Castiel’s shoulder, beer slipping through his fingers that once held it tightly. Castiel puts the beer on the coffee table, and maneuvers to lean back enough for Dean’s head to rest comfortably on his chest. Castiel has no heartbeat for Dean to listen to, but placing a firm hand on Dean’s shoulder lets him pulse power through Dean’s veins, easing any ache or pain. Dean always sleeps better this way. It seems to give him a little bit more life that way.

Dean does not like it when Castiel heals him of his aches. “They let me know I’m still human, Cas. Just let me ache. That’s why they invented Advil.” Dean will say, giving Castiel a glare. But Dean always comes to Castiel at night, or comes to get him when the Advil won’t help his restless leg syndrome, or ease the throb of his nerves enough to get a few un-solid hours. Castiel is always more than willing to place that firm hand on Dean, watching him sleep peacefully like he deserves after a lifetime of restless nights.

“Let me heal you, Dean.” Castiel demands, watching the man he loves practically decay on the sofa. Dean had insisted on going to a hunt with Sam, and had sprained a few bones. They were not healing, and it had been over a week. “Please.” Castiel begs.

“No, Cas.” Dean repeats over and over. Castiel doesn’t care. Dean isn’t quick enough to dodge Castiel’s hand as if clamps around his ankle. It’s healed within seconds, and Dean is angry at him once more. “Damnit Cas!” Dean jerks his leg away, and glares red hot towards Castiel.

“I don’t understand, Dean!” Castiel barks back at him, “You can go on hunts all you want if you just let me heal you when you come back.”

“That’s not how life is supposed to work, Cas. I go on a hunt and I get hurt, if I die from it then that’s how it needs to be! No more loopholes, Cas. I’m gettin’ old, I know it, you know it, Sam knows it. Shit happens, and nature takes its course. It can’t do that if you keep interrupting it!”

“It sounds as though you want to die,” Castiel says dully, and blunt.

“Maybe I do.” Dean says quietly, hardly shocking Castiel. “I’ve lived a long life, saved a lot of people and then some. I’m alright with it.”

Castiel can’t cry, but if he could then he would be sobbing. He can feel it inside, how sad he is. “Dean, I’m not alright with it. My whole purpose of being is because of you. Every day before you, I simply waited for the day. And every day after, I was living for you and fighting for you. There was never a moment I was doing something that wasn’t for you in some way. If you’re gone, what am I supposed to live for?”

“Live for Sammy, Cas. He needs someone, too, you know.”

“Dean, as soon as you’re gone Sam is going to go back to a normal life. And you know that.”

Dean shakes his head, “I don’t want you to interfere anymore, Cas.”

Castiel nods a final nod, and says nothing the nights he still eases Dean’s pains when Dean calls for him. The days go by quickly, as do the seasons. He is worse in the winter, and soon he hardly moves from his worn spot on the sofa.

Castiel leaves Sam with him a single day, saying they need him briefly in Heaven. Dean smiles at him and says he’s happy Cas is off doing angelic things for once. Castiel smiles back and Sam nods. He knows Castiel’s plan.

Castiel comes back over a day later, and Dean is asleep in his bed. When Castiel enters, Dean stirs and reaches for him. He must be hurting again. Castiel gets down to his briefs and slides in bed with Dean, the single brush of skin easing all of Dean’s pains. He relaxes entirely against Castiel. Dean feels very hot, and clammy.

“Are you sick again?” Castiel asks worriedly.

“Yeah,” Dean grunts. “I went out for a drive and got caught in the rain. I think it’s the flu,” Dean grumbles. Castiel brushes a soft hand over his forehead and dulls the fever. “Thanks,” Dean says softly. Castiel is thrown off by the acceptance but says nothing. Dean begins talking. He’s somewhere between sleep, stuck in a limbo. “I am gettin’ scared, every day.” He admits in the quiet air of the bedroom. “Once my light goes out, that’s it. No more chances like I’m used to.”

Castiel interrupts softly. “I could give you another, Dean. We can age together, this next time. If you let me.” There’s a pleading tone in Castiel’s voice that Dean can recognize.

“No, Cas. I need to be a man about this.” Dean grumbles, head rolling to rest on Castiel’s pale chest. “I’m just scared of where I’m going. I always thought death would be easy, that I’d die out on a hunt. It’d be quick, maybe not painless, but I thought it would happen so fast the fear wouldn’t set in. But dying of old age? Slow like this? Every day, man. I can feel it. I’m gettin’ closer. Every time I’m sick it’s like death is just looming, beggin’ me to go to sleep so it can take me. It gives me time to think about it, and the fear gets bad. I hate bein’ scared. I’m scared I’m goin’ to hell, or purgatory again. Or get stuck in the void like Kevin did. I wanna go to Heaven, and be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo.” Castiel faintly realizes Dean is crying silently, tears pooling beneath Dean’s cheek.

“In Heaven,” Castiel begins. “I talked to some of my superiors.” Dean ‘mm-hmms’, quietly. “They would not take my grace, so my age would catch up. But I reserved you a spot, right where you want to be. And I will escort you myself. Not a reaper, or a demon. Me, and I will hide nothing from you. I will hold your hand the whole way.” The love Castiel has for this man is swelling hugely in his vacant chest, and if Castiel could cry he would cry for love.

Dean’s fingers skim past Castiel’s chest to grab his hand. The hold is limp, and weak. Castiel’s worry is at its highest, and he feels the desperate need to go yell for Sam.

Somehow, Sam senses Castiel’s desperation. He barges into the room, eyes wide with worry. Castiel and Sam’s eyes meet and the words don’t need to be spoken.

“Dean?” Sam asks, walking to his brother. Dean let’s out a small moan of acknowledgement, and faintly tells Sam he loves him. The grip on Castiel’s hand is slightly stronger when Dean finds the energy to kiss Castiel’s chest, the words unspoken but there. Castiel wraps fingers through Dean’s damp hair and holds him close.

Sam is crying silent tears and holds back a sob by biting his fist.

Dean goes quietly, in his sleep. Castiel slips from underneath him and makes sure to tuck him in as he goes to console Sam, who has aged as well, but is still young and healthy. Death won’t take him as quickly if he begins to settle down. Castiel makes sure to tell him this.

Castiel explains his plan to Sam over once more. He’s going to lead Dean to Heaven himself. He’s going to be with Bobby and Ellen and Jo. Just like he wanted. Castiel will be there, too, and he will be down whenever Sam prays to him. And if Sam wants, Castiel will walk him through the veil, too.

Castiel’s conversation is interrupted by Dean. A Dean Sam cannot see, but yet the same Dean he knows. Dean has a worried look in his eye, watching Sam cry silent tears. Castiel tells Sam it’s time, and gives him a large hug goodbye. He pleads for Sam to go find a woman, and settle down and have kids. Go back to Stanford. It’s possible. Sam promises he will try, and that he will pray often.

Castiel takes Dean’s hand and vanishes. The veil is shadows and daylight mixing together, like oil and water. Mixing but never becoming one. Dean holds Castiel’s hand tightly, fingers laced. Castiel steps through a very certain strand of daylight. Dean covers his eyes when it becomes too bright.

They’re at Bobby’s. It takes Dean a single moment to blink and look around. Ellen comes from the kitchen, stirring something in a pot.

“Heya, boys. Just in time for supper.”

That night, Castiel holds Dean close. Dean let’s him. After all, they’re stuck in a piece of Heaven where no one dies, aches, or bleeds. Despite Dean’s healthy bones, Castiel still caresses Dean’s body just like before.

sobrevivendoumadietaus  asked:

Hello there, Mallu here. I'm sorry, but I was wondering if you have any headcanon on both Sirius/Remus raising Harry. Please? ♡

Hiii! Sorry that this is so so late, but I have so many headcannons on this!

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- Of course at first it was so difficult and heart breaking that Remus and Sirius had to raise Harry

- In the beginning when Lily and James were still alive, Remus would do everything he could to avoid holding Harry or having any type of interaction with him

- Not because he didn’t love him, he did! So so much!

- He was just an awkward bean who didn’t know how to react around a child.

- When he did have to hold him or talk to him, he’d always act as if he was talking to an adult who understood

- “So … what did you think of the hypothesis that Martha Carrington proposed on the use of Devil Snare dew droplets to heal burn marks caused by fiendfyre?” *gurgles* “That’s an excellent point, Harry.”

- Sirius was the complete opposite.

- He wanted to be holding Harry 24/7 - to the point he practically moved in with Lily and James just so he could play with him on demand.

- He would always use a baby voice to talk to him and pretend he knew exactly what the baby was saying back.

- “Goo goo gaa gaa Harry!” 
“*Gurgles*” 
“He said he likes me more than you, Prongs!” 
“That’s blasphemy! You tell him you don’t, Harry!” 
“*Gurgles*” 
“He said you suck, Prongsy old chap!” 
“*Gasps* I can’t believe my own son would say this!” 

- Sirius always tried to get Harry to say “Padfoot” and bet James that that would be his first word.

- Imagine his shock, annoyance, yet pure joy when his first word turned out to be “Moony”

- But after James and Lily died, their roles almost became reverse.

- At first, Remus was always holding Harry.

- It was like he was too afraid to put him down.

- Sirius became a little distant. 

- He knew he was a great godfather, but to suddenly have to be a parent?

- It was nearly too much.

- But they soon settled into parenthood and took to it like a house on fire.

- Every bedtime, the three of them would climb into Harry’s bed - Harry under the duvet and tucked into Remus side, and Padfoot curled up at the bottom of the bed by his feet.

- Remus would read both his boys a bedtime story until Harry fell asleep, then he’d go downstairs and tidy up the mess of the house and wait for Sirius to sneak out without waking Harry

- Every Sunday, the three of them would go out on a walk along the meadow near the small cottage they lived to stretch their legs, let Padfoot have a run, and to just generally get away from reality for a few hours.

- After the walk, they would apparate to Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour to treat Harry to a chocolate and raspberry flavoured sundae with chopped nuts just because.

- Harry definitely developed his Fathers Marauding skills and would constantly push the boundaries to see what he could get away with and couldn’t

- And lets be honest, there wasn’t much he couldn’t get away with.

- The three of them would pretend that Remus was the strict parent, but he was just as bad as Sirius for letting Harry get away with shit.

- They used to have pranking wars between them.

- Sirius and Harry would team up and prank Remus with silly ideas like a bucket of water over the door that falls off and soaks him when he walks through

- Then Remus and Harry would team up and prank Sirius with much more elaborate plans like hexing the bathroom mirror to sing off key Elton John song’s every time Sirius has a shower.

- Harry absolutely loved living with his uncles, but still always asked about his Mum and Dad and what they were like.

- At first, Remus and Sirius were too sad to talk about them, but soon realised that Harry needed to hear about them constantly so he’d never forget them.

- One afternoon when Harry was five, the three of them built a pillow fort in the living room and curled up together looking through photo albums that Remus had made and some photo albums that were salvaged from the Potter household.

- They didn’t have many photos of Lily when she was a child (because even though they asked Petunia for them, she out right refused to give them), but they had plenty of her from Hogwarts since she and Remus were best friend’s since first year.

- Harry asked loads of questions, and Sirius and Remus (with watery eyes) answered every one.

- Then they turned the page to the last photo that was taken of them.

- “Look! It’s me!” Harry exclaimed, looking down at the photo of his parents holding him as a baby, kissing his cheeks and smiling brightly.

- That’s when Harry burst out crying and Remus and Sirius joined him. 

- They snuggled up to Harry and pulled a blanket around them and fell asleep knowing that Lily and James would be watching over them.

-  Sometimes when Sirius and Remus were going to bed, they would hear Harry talking to himself in his room. 

- They would push the door open slightly and see he was sat on his window seat staring out the window telling Lily and James all about his day and how they were all doing okay, and how he would look after his Padda and Moony.

- Those nights they would wonder how the two of them managed to raise such a sweet and caring boy, and would happily cry themselves to sleep.

- When it was the full moon, Harry would spend the night at Molly Weasley’s playing with his best friend Ron. 

- Harry knew all about Remus being a werewolf since he was little and had a little wolfie teddy bear that he had since birth (as well as a doe, stag and dog teddy bear.)

- ((Padfoot ripped the head off the rat teddy bear he had after the Potters were killed))

- Harry would always tell Remus before he left for the Weasley’s that he was going to take good care of wolfie so Remus was going to be taken care of too.

- The morning’s after the full moon when Harry came back, he would always carefully climb up on the bed and boop Remus on the nose to wake him up with a bright smile and a cuddle.

- Sirius would follow in with a breakfast tray full of bacon, scrambled eggs and toast.

- They would get under the covers and eat in bed whilst Harry told them all about his time at the Weasley’s.

- Although they wished for Lily and James to be there, they were family and they all loved each other very much.


I’m gonna stop now cause I could go on forever. I love Raising Harry!au <3

anonymous asked:

Alex roughly eating louis that I'm all I'm sayin . Just a thought . I dunno . I haven't seen Dunkirk yet I'm gonna of spoilers

@celebratinglouis u send me the nastiest shit but also thank u. 

this is just…it’s porn. it’s angst and porn and feminization kink and poor coping mechanisms. also it’s written in like three different tenses. listen, I’m sorry. I hope you like it anyways, bc this is a concept I could write…more of. Also a few Dunkirk spoilers! 

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The train spewed steam, hot and compressed, behind him, and Alex still found the ability to push forward.

He hurt, and he couldn’t even identify where. His ears were ringing, and he’s only now noticing it. He thought his neck and his head might hurt, but then again, his wrist and his ankle might, too. It’s just everywhere. His eyes stung even though he was just asleep, his mouth tasted like warm beer and warmer water.

He blinked, and brought his hand up to his eyes, his other hand tightening on the strap of his pack. There’s no sunlight in the station, but he still feels like he should lift his hand, get a better view.

He’s standing there on the platform, three dimensions, full color. He’s wearing nearly the exact same thing he wore to the station the first time, the grey trousers and the brown braces and the big, open pale blue jumper that’s gotten paler, bordering on grey.

He’s the most beautiful thing Alex has ever seen. He’s the only beautiful thing he’s seen in a while.

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gayfactor  asked:

Hey, yeah. So about that au with '7 reasons why' could we get a continuation of the story in perspective of the other members? Their reactions perhaps?? Thank you!

Yes! I’ve actually been thinking about this a lot tbh! 

I recommend you read the original before you read this! 

http://yoikyuu.tumblr.com/post/159101121985/7-reasons-why 

(The credit goes to them) 

Everyone was still attempting to recover from what happened. It happened out of the blue (like his color! hah *cries*) as far as everyone was concerned Lance has no reason to do it. None at all. 

-01-

Shiro was the first one to receive the tapes. He was on his way to his room after a long day of training. He nearly tripped on the box as he entered the room. He hesitantly picked the box up and entered his room.  He slightly laughed when he opened the box and saw..tapes? Where did these come from? He hasn’t seen a tape in years. 

Shiro carefully picked up the tape that said 1A on it, written in blue handwriting. Shiro glanced around his room, looking for something to play the tapes on when he noticed the tape player in the box. 

Shiro pulled it out and decided he would listen to one then clean up and go to dinner.

He soon realized that he would not stick to that plan. 

Shiro placed the headphones on his head and pressed play on the first tape. He was greeted with static then Lances voice crackling through the headphones ‘ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…’

Shiro’s eyes widened at what he heard. He was paralyzed, and listened to the rules that Lance put in place. 

How would he e- Shiro’s thoughts were cut off by Lance saying “First and foremost, our mighty and heroic leader, Shiro.”

Shiro knew he had to listen. 

Shiro sat on his bed shaking. He felt sick to his stomach. He couldn’t move from his spot on the bed. He knew that he could be hard on Lance, he just didn’t consider the negative effect on the poor boy. He had listened to all the tapes. Everyone one of them. He now knew why. Shiro shakily took the head phones off and put everything back in the box. 

He fought back tear and barely register when Keith called him for dinner. As he walked out of the room he placed the box back in front of his door. He was grateful when he found the box gone when he returned. 

-02-

Keith was the next one to receive the box. He found it on his bed when he was walking back from the pool. Swimming was the only thing he could do to feel close Lance. 

He noticed the box but decided to open it after his shower. 

One he was all cleaned up he put the box on his desk and opened it. He carefully examined all the tapes one by one. Keith picked up the headphones and pressed play on the first one. He was also greeted with static and Lances voice breaking through “ Hello space pals and gals. Lance McClain here. Live and in stereo…”

Keith nearly through the headphones across the room but he listened to the rules instead. 

He wasn’t sure what emotion was stronger during Shiros tape. Empathy or anger. So Shiro killed Lance, he wanted to make Shiro pay until he switched the tape and heard what he didn’t want to hear. 

“Can you guess our number two?? Well, I’ll give you a hint. It’s not me this time. *laughs* First time being number two, our excellent number one paladin, Keith!”

Keith was frozen I killed Lance too?

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Keith was crying by the time Hunk’s tape was over. He was crying for his lost friends and a relationship that would never happen. He never intended to hurt Lance, yet he did. Keith put the tapes away, placed the box on his bed and sat inside Lance’s room trying to feel any part of Lance. Slightly relived when he found the box gone the next day. 

-03-

Pidge was next on the list, she found the box when she walked into Green’s hanger. 

“What’s this?” Pidge received a growl in response, like Green was upset with her. “Why are you mad?”

Pidge sat down in front of Green and opened the box. She dumped out the tapes and sorted them by order. She knew immediately that they were Lance’s, she was there when he bought them at the space mall a few months back. She also picked on him for that and called him stupid, but hey she was tired that day and wanted to go play her new game, not wait for Lance buy tapes. 

Pidge put in the first tape and listened to Lances voice break through and the rules he put in place. 

She could already tell where this was going ‘fuck’ 

Pidge started at nothing as she let the headphones fall into her lap. She knew that this was her fault as much as the others but she hurt Lance where it really did hurt. Family. Lance was a family person and just wanted to feel some connection to Earth. She couldn’t be bothered to help him with it, even though he only wanted to help her. 

Pidge unconsciously put the tapes back in the box and sat inside Green while she cried for a brother she lost.

-04-

 Hunk received the tapes in the kitchen. He pulled the tapes out and decided he would listen to them as he cooked, he wouldn’t get far. 

Hunk had all of the supplies out on the counter, he had the first tape ready. However as soon as he pressed play, he broke down in a wet sob. It was Lance, It was his voice. After listening to the rules, Hunk didn’t want to hear what Lance had to say.

Hunk was on the floor crying. He knew that something was bothering Lance, but he didn’t think that it was this major. One check in could’ve have saved his best friend but Hunk couldn’t be bothered. Hunk feel asleep curled up on the floor, when he woke the tapes where gone. 

-05-

Allura was the next person to receive the box. They were placed on the control panel. Allura (thinking that it was music) decided to listen to it when she took a relaxing bath. She had to adjust the headphones multiple times to make sure she was actually hearing Lance. 

How did he do this?

Allura decided figure out what this was about. 

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The water was cold around Allura. She never knew how much she stressed Lance out. She didn’t know how much he struggled with trying to be perfect. She couldn’t even defend herself, everything Lance said was true. 

After she dried herself off she put the box back in the control room and walked away. 

-06-

This was Lance’s tape so the box immediately went to the next person.

-07-

Coran the last person to  receive the tapes. He found them when he was cleaning the healing pods for the 10th time. He already cleaned the entire castle 4 times but he needed to stay distracted. 

Coran wiped his brow and sat down in front of one of the pods. He examined the tapes carefully, and slowly put the headphones on. Coran started crying as soon as Lance’s cheerful voice came through. He missed that boy so much. 

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Coran wiped his eyes for the 5th time. He knew something was off last time Lance came to him about his problems. He was aware that he over talked Lance, he just never thought about the consequences. Coran put the tapes back and put his face in his hands. He listen to the mice drag the box out of the room, removing the only piece of Lance the team had left. 

AHHHHHHHH 

Thank you so much for this! It’s just past 1am right now and I’m crying. 

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My first time staying the night at Shawn’s, I was awoken by what I thought was Shawn talking. I rolled over and looked at the clock, thinking it was morning. However, it was only midnight. I thought I had heard Shawn’s voice, which made me think it was morning already. I rested my head on the pillow again and my head sunk into it. Not long after drifting back to sleep, I heard Shawn once more. He spoke softly, but he was normally not one to talk in his sleep, or so he said. Then, I heard what he was saying.

“You’re so tight, Y/N.” Shawn moaned lowly. My eyes widened at what I heard. I rolled over to inspect, to see if what I thought was happening was actually happening. I pulled the blanket back slowly, trying my hardest to not wake him. Shawn was still sound asleep, but groaning my name with his large hand palming his erection. I nearly gasped at what I saw. Of course Shawn and I’d had sex before, but this was an exciting event for my first time staying the night at Shawn’s place.

I tried to wait it out, tried to wait to see if Shawn’s moans would cease. However, they did not. At least ten minutes had passed and he was still moaning my name along with, I’ll admit, quite filthy dirty talk. I reached to move Shawn’s hand from his length. I now rested my hand over him and began to kiss his jawline. I kissed sweetly, pressing my lips hard against his skin. With no response to my kisses, I decided to press my lips against Shawn’s skin more lustfully. My tongue slipped between my lips and glided over his cheek and a small amount of stubble hairs. My mouth hovered over Shawn’s ear. I exhaled deeply, not really knowing what to say.

“Shawn, wake up.” I said. From what Shawn has previously told me, he was a light sleeper. This was evidently true because as soon as I spoke to him, he woke up.

“Hmm?” He hummed. I smirked thinking about what I was going ask him. He hadn’t realized the position of my hand over his crotch yet or that my leg was draped over his. I sat up in bed and looked down at Shawn, who looked so sleepy at the moment.

“What were you dreaming about?” I asked, giggling slightly. I waited for a reaction that was delayed because of Shawn being only halfway awake. Even with how dark the room was, I could still see Shawn’s eyes widen thanks to the bright moon shining in through the blinds.

“What?” He questioned, acting like he didn’t hear or understand me.

“You know what I said.” I smirked at him. The cool glow of the moon through the window still allowed me to see Shawn’s cheeks turn a deep, flushed shade of pink. I placed my hand on Shawn’s lower abdomen, which was thankfully bare.

“You.” He said bluntly, as if that weren’t obvious. Shawn looked genuinely embarrassed but hearing the way he whimpered my name made me ache for him. “How much did you hear?” When I told him I had been listening for a while, his flesh turned even redder. He covered his face with his hands and groaned.

“So what exactly was I doing in this dream you were enjoying so much?” I asked Shawn finally. He looked up at me, into my eyes.

“Riding me,” he gulped. I had never done that before, so it was understandable why he would dream that. I pictured the thought of riding Shawn, me being in complete control. I felt myself grow wetter, moisture pooling in my panties. I moved over Shawn, moving one leg over one side of his body and the other leg to the other side. I looked up into his eyes when my fingers reached the waistband of his boxers. He nodded his head swiftly and I pulled the fabric off of him.

Shawn now laid below me completely nude and already with a full hard on. His long fingers tugged at the lace of my underwear then tossed them to the side. I hovered over his length before rubbing my slick folds up and down him. I nearly moaned when I moved up just barely too far and the head of his cock almost slipped into me. At this point, Shawn and I were beyond ready. Shawn reached over to his nightstand for a condom. He quickly tore it open and rolled it on.

My small hand wrapped around the base of his length. I lined Shawn up with my entrance and sunk down onto him. He bottomed out on the very first thrust, causing us to whimper in unison.

“In my dream you didn’t have a shirt on.” Shawn breathed out but chuckled while telling me. I rolled my eyes at him then threw my shirt at him. He caught it and threw it to the floor. I placed my hands on his upper abdomen and gripped onto him. My hips moved up then back down slowly to take in all of his cock.

Shawn’s hands gripped onto my thighs while I bounced on him. I kept the pace slow, trying let this last as long as possible. Shawn became impatient with the speed and thrusted his hips up. I looked up at him and saw droplets of sweat dripping down his forehead and that his hair was getting damp already. He still bucked his hips up, meeting me halfway with my thrusts.

“So tight and wet, baby.” Shawn groaned. I moaned as well when Shawn hit just the right spot. I rode him at the same angle so his cock would keep hitting that same spot. I became a moaning mess with my legs shaking, barely able to keep riding Shawn. Every roll of my hips was quick and sloppy as I came closer to my orgasm. I leaned over Shawn’s body. I pressed my lips to his while still rolling my hips onto him, bouncing on his length.

“I’m, oh fuck, I’m so close.” I whimpered. Shawn’s large hands grasped my breasts since they were basically right in his face. His thumbs teased my nipples and the extra sensation and pleasure sent me right over the edge to my orgasm. Shawn felt my walls spasm around his dick, letting him know I had orgasmed, if the sobs and moans hadn’t already.

Shawn thrusted up into me as I was too exhausted to do much more. I was so sensitive and Shawn’s sloppy thrusts didn’t help the matter. After a few rushed thrusts, he also came. I felt a spurt of warmth fill the condom as Shawn’s thrusts ceased. He kissed my forehead after pulling out of me. Then he left to go clean up and I remained laying underneath the sheets and blanket.

I was aware of Shawn being back in the bed by the mattress sinking in next to me and then his warmth behind me. Neither one of us bothered putting on clothes before we went back to sleep. Shawn sweetly pecked my cheeks before cuddling up to me.

“That was the best sex we’ve ever had, or at least I thought so.” I told him.

“So much better than my dream.” Shawn murmured. I laughed at him before saying our goodnights, then falling asleep soon after.

What's our goal on this trip? To catch Robin!!!

timelords-detectives-and-hunters  asked:

Okay so I'm in a mood for angst, so (if it hasn't been requested) how about RFA + minor trio reacting to MC saying she had a miscarriage? I love your blog btw k bye

So there were two requests that were very similar so I just merged them.

Hopefully this is angsty enough to your liking.


Yoosung

  • When she got pregnant, Yoosung was ecstatic
  • They moved to a bigger place, made a nursery, prepared Lisa with a toy baby for her to get used to
  • MC was super excited too, but she kept having this horrible feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong
  • And sure enough, it did
  • It started with a mild pain in her abdomen, which then grew into a horrible one, like a knife twisting in her gut
  • MC called for an ambulance, and once she was in the ambulance, despite the EMT’s protests, she called Yoosung
  • As soon as he learned the hospital she was going to, he rushed over
  • By the time he got there, it was already over
  • The baby was gone
  • Once he heard the news he went to MC to cry with her
  • They were so excited and now this… worse, they had a whole room at home dedicated to this baby they weren’t having
  • As soon as MC was out of the hospital, she was in the nursery, removing things and putting them in the closet in that room
  • Then she closed the door and left it closed
  • Lisa seemed suddenly antsy without the doll to cuddle with anymore, but Yoosung respected MC’s wishes to keep it put away to stop the reminders
  • About a year later, Yoosung approached her about wanting to try again, and although she was reluctant, she agreed
  • The next child was healthy, happy, and whole
  • And Lisa loved the little tyke despite the occasional tug of her tail or fur

Jaehee

  • The IV treatment had been a success and they were so excited
  • They got a little preemptive in their planning, though
  • As was evident when, after two months, MC had what appeared to be a period
  • She went to a doctor, who explained that, early enough in a pregnancy, a miscarriage can appear as a period
  • He assured her that she had been pregnant, but now she wasn’t
  • MC told Jaehee that night, they sat on the couch and cried for a little while
  • About a year later, Jaehee started IV treatments and got pregnant
  • They were very happy when this baby came to term and MC was more than happy to stay home and coddle the little tyke

Zen

  • A few weeks after Valentine’s Day, MC realized she was late
  • When she told Zen, before even taking a test, he was shocked…. but then remembered it was plausible since they’d had A LOT to drink on Valentine’s and neither remembered using a condom
  • But, it was a happy accident
  • MC was cautious, announcing only to the RFA what was going on, and saying that they shouldn’t take any big steps until around 4-5 months
  • Around 3 ½ months, MC felt something wrong
  • She couldn’t put her finger on it, but…. it felt like the baby wasn’t moving, like she wasn’t pregnant anymore
  • MC went to the doctor and found out that she had miscarried and they needed to preform a removal of the fetal tissue since she wasn’t expelling it herself
  • MC called Zen, but he was in the middle of a rehearsal, so she called Jaehee, asking her to come to the hospital and be her emotional support until Zen could arrive
  • By the time he got the message and rushed over, the procedure was already over
  • Zen held her and they cried, but MC was able to go home soon enough and he took a few days off to be alone with her
  • The second night, they were laying together on the couch, talking, when Zen said that someday, he’d like to try again, because he loved her and would love to see her heavy with his child
  • Neither of them ever really get over the loss, but when they have another happy accident a while later, they’re both much more cautious and have a healthy baby boy
  • MC just can’t help but think to herself, “He’s going to be such a ladykiller, just like his father.”

Jumin

  • The moment MC had thrown up (morning sickness) he’d forced her to lie down and called the doctor to come check up on her
  • The doctor couldn’t find anything wrong, so he asked if it was possible she was pregnant and ended up sending on of the guards to get a pregnancy test
  • After confirming that it was only morning sickness, Jumin was able to take a breath
  • Poor Jaehee, she thought cat projects were bad, now she has to deal with a Jumin’s new obsession with baby projects
  • MC, of course receives the best prenatal care money can buy
  • Two months in, MC feels something wrong and asks for a guard to take her to a doctor
  • When she gets there, she’s started to bleed and is promptly rushed into a bed and given care and testing
  • Once they determine it’s a miscarriage, they assure her she’s fine, give her the care she needs, and because she got there early in the day, they send her home
  • When she gets home, Jumin’s just leaving for the hospital, because he was terrified when he heard she went to the hospital and frustrated that she didn’t call him or say anything
  • She quickly has him take her upstairs so she can explain
  • MC cries when she gives him the news and he holds her, hoping to comfort her
  • He’s broken up too
  • He probably got too excited too fast
  • He’s relieved they hadn’t told anyone outside of close friends and family yet, because that could have been messy with the press and he doesn’t want to put MC through that
  • Jaehee is the next person to know and she immediately offers her sympathies
  • Baby projects die quickly and are replaced with cat projects again
  • It’s not until about six months later that the baby projects start up again and Jaehee knows

Saeyoung

  • The moment he heard he was going to be a dad he was simultaneously thrilled and terrified
  • He even did a little dance
  • MC only laughed at his antics
  • Saeyoung read a ton of books on parenting and bad dad-joke books
  • But then they go out for a drive
  • They get rear ended, pushed into another car, and the airbags deployed
  • As far as everyone can tell, the only damage is to the cars
  • Until, that is, MC cries out in pain
  • Her abdomen hurts really badly, and she doesn’t know what’s happening
  • When they get her the hospital and are told what’s happening, Saeyoung blames himself
  • He’s cursed
  • He did this to her
  • But she forces him to stay by her side because she needs him
  • She’s broken up about this too, but she decides that worrying about the baby is a lost cause and she needs to keep Saeyoung from slipping away
  • MC manages pull Saeyoung back and they’re able to grieve together
  • About three years later, MC gives birth to a healthy set of twins

V

  • First, he thinks of himself as a burden to MC
  • So when he finds out she’s pregnant with his baby, he’s further wracked with guilt because he believes he’s been too selfish with MC, taking too much
  • She ends up convincing him it’s a good thing up until the day that something goes horribly wrong, although neither is sure what
  • A miscarriage is hard for anyone, but V, much like Saeyoung, thinks he’s cursed
  • All of his good intentions are destroyed and his good deeds soured
  • When he tries to tell MC that he’s poison and she needs to move on and find someone better that will make her happier, she starts yelling at him in the hospital room
  • Is he fucking serious?! Trying to break up with her right after she had a miscarriage?! And trying to play it off as he’s being selfless and letting her go?! BULLSHIT!
  • She says that saying that and doing that right now is incredibly selfish and hurtful
  • If he really wants to do what is best by her, get over here and hold her and grieve with her over their lost baby, and if he still wants to break up with her in three months when the grief has lessened a little, then they can break up
  • He apologizes profusely for his behavior, and of course he doesn’t want to break up, so he stays with her like she wants because he wants it too

Saeran

  • MC was so scared to tell him
  • He’d been pretty clear about his issues with family
  • Not to mention he was still pretty messed up in the head
  • But before MC could tell him, he found the used pregnancy test in the bathroom
  • He confronted her about, more shocked than anything else and she fessed up to it
  • And that she wanted to keep the baby
  • Saeran didn’t say he was against having a baby, he was just scared
  • Being a father was a big prospect
  • But he had almost a year to absorb it
  • Four months in, Saeran was finally coming to terms with being a father
  • He was even starting to look forward to it
  • Then MC woke up in a pool of her own blood
  • He rushed her to the hospital, they were informed that she had miscarried, and gave her the medical attention she needed
  • MC was distraught, but not once did she raise her voice or lash out
  • Instead, she just curled into a ball whenever she could
  • Saeran didn’t know how to comfort her
  • He was upset too, but he knew he wasn’t nearly as broken up about it as she was
  • At some point after her brief stay in the hospital, Saeran was by her bedside and she couldn’t stop crying, but she was trying so hard to be quiet about it
  • Saeran ended up climbing into the bed with her and holding her
  • He knew it always comforted him when she did this, so maybe it work the other way around?
  • She only started crying harder
  • He thought he did something wrong and started to move away when she grabbed tight to him
  • So he just held her and rubbed her back and told her everything was going to be okay
  • At least, he hoped it would

Vanderwood

  • …parenthood wouldn’t be his forte
  • I just don’t see him willing having kids
  • So MC having a miscarriage… well she wasn’t exactly sure how to tell him when she found out and….
  • ….well, once she’d miscarried and it was all over, MC didn’t think it was necessary to tell him
  • Of course, bottling stuff like that up never ends well, so MC eventually admits what happened a month or so later, not sure how he’ll react
  • Well, Vanderwood isn’t sure how he should react, either
  • But, he would probably pull MC into a hug and just sit with her in silence, letting her take whatever comfort she needed  
Hug Me [J-Hope/Hoseok; Angst]

“As the days pass it grew bigger, this vacant space of yours. Oh shit, it used to be so beautiful the flower bed we watered, even still, all the full blooms have become only memories.” 

[From “Hug Me” Taehyung & J-hope version; Trans cr; Mary @ bts-trans ] 

Hoseok x Reader; angst, some fluff

Summary: You and Hoseok were married, but the married life you thought you would be living is nonexistent now. You two were like strangers living in the same house. You knew his heart was no longer yours, but you still loved him. When the end of your marriage was near, you made him promise to stay with you for just one more month. One month was all you needed to finally let him go. 

{A/N: I had read about a true story in the internet a long time ago and it still resonates with me to this day so I got the inspiration from that story and also the song. Hope you enjoy my first attempt at full angst xO}


Originally posted by jhopies

          When you had said yes to marrying Hoseok, you had imagined your life would be endless sunshine, giggles, cuddling, and dancing in the rain like it was when you were dating. But somewhere along the way that glass globe of happiness broke and you began drifting apart.

           Now moments were spent alone and feeling lonely. You had a young daughter to tend to and he was always busy with work. By the time he got home, you were in bed and he would leave for work, day after day without seeing each other.

           The house was now silent, save the laughter of your child or the sounds coming from the television. When you had the chance to eat together, the air was stifling, neither one of you knew what to say to the other anymore.

           And you knew.

           You knew that he had fallen out of love with you.

           You weren’t the person he had married. You were thinner now. You were less energetic and you no longer had that twinkle in your eye. Hoseok touched you less and less, and you passed each other as if you were strangers in your own home. You slept with your backs turned, wondering when it had spiraled down.

           The first time you knew he had fallen in love with someone else was when you smelled perfume on his shirts as you were doing the laundry. Then he came home with a bright smile, the same smile that used to be directed at you. The smile would fade when you came to greet him, but he was your husband, there was nothing about him that didn’t go unnoticed. Slowly, he stopped coming home every day, and it tore you to pieces.

           But nonetheless, you couldn’t leave him.

           You wept, hugging yourself, curled in a sea of blankets in the bed that felt twice as large without Hoseok in it. Yet every morning without fail, you made him coffee and breakfast just in case he came by in the morning to change suits.


           Hoseok knew what he was doing was wrong, but his heart no longer fluttered when he looked at his wife. He no longer felt the desire to share things with her or even take her on a date. They had begun shutting each other out and he had begun being drawn to one of his gorgeous co-workers.

           She was aggressive like she used to be, initiating the physical contact daringly. She played with his hair when they were alone like his wife used to. He felt more at home in her arms, than in his own house with his wife and child.

           "Marry me.“ She whispered one night as they lay in bed, entangled in each other’s bodies.

           Hoseok’s heart fluttered at the command, and he kissed her on the forehead. "Let me tell my wife first and then I’ll ask you properly.”

           She smiled and nuzzled into his chest. Hoseok smiled. He was finally going to free himself from his current stifling marriage.


           You weren’t surprised when Hoseok finally asked for a divorce. You had been waiting for some time now. You knew he wasn’t working overnight whenever he said so, but lying in bed with another. But you knew you could no longer give him the happiness he deserved. Regardless, you couldn’t bring yourself to break off the marriage first.

           Although he was breaking your heart and although he was lying to you and sneaking around, you still loved him with all of your heart. He was your only husband, your only love. And it wasn’t entirely his fault that your marriage had turned into icy stares and cold expressions.

           He had the papers all set and ready. All he wanted you to do was sign it.

           "Let’s not stop ourselves from being happy, Y/N.“ he whispered, trying to justify himself.

           He knew you saw through his lies, but the fact that you had never gotten angry at him burdened him more. He couldn’t look you in the eye, knowing his guilt would eat at him when he saw the genuine sadness in them. He had promised to make you happy forever when he proposed, but neither of you were able to keep your wedding promises.

           You took the paper gently out of his grasp and smiled warmly.

           "Hoseok.”

           His eyes fluttered towards you. It had been a while since you had called his name. Come to think about it, it had been a long time since he had heard your voice. His heart hurt at what had become of you two, but knew that he was making the right decision.

           "I’ll sign this, but can you promise to do something for me first?“ you whispered.

           Hoseok nodded his head. You had never asked him for a favor in years. You always cared for him and your daughter on your own.

           "All I’m asking for is a month.”

           Hoseok observed her eyes look down solemnly.

           "For a month, carry me to and out of bed, and hug me when we sleep.“

           Hoseok stared at you in confusion. That was all you wanted? Why was that all you wanted from him?

           "And even if it’s not true anymore, tell me that you love me before we sleep and when we wake up.”

           Hoseok could hear your voice faltering and he also felt a lump form in his throat at your words. You really had known all along.

           "For a month then.“ Hoseok breathed.

           He owed you that much after all.


           After explaining the situation to his girlfriend, Hoseok was home every day. He had given you the divorce papers to hold onto until the end of the month, as a sign that he was going to fulfill his promise. Your heart raced at the thought of him holding you once again. It became something you looked forward to.

           On the first day, it was awkward. He wasn’t sure where to put his hands and you weren’t sure if it would be okay to wrap your arms around his neck as he carried you. It solidified more than ever that you two had become strangers. You had known each other for years, but the people you were now were probably the worst versions of each other. Versions that you had never thought would surface.  

           He carried you to bed quietly, realizing that neither of you had been this near to each other in so long. Gently, he laid you down and slipped in next to you. Carefully, he wrapped his arms around you from behind and you felt tears slipping down your cheeks at the feeling. Although, his hold was loose and hesitant, his warmth was still close to you finally. You had craved it for so long but knew it was too much to ask for, especially now that his heart belonged to another. You were reminded of all the nights you two had cuddled and talked about your future together.

           How foolish you two were. How foolish, yet how in love.  

           Hoseok felt your body shaking and he heard your stifled cries. It hurt him to see you like this and it pained him that things didn’t work out the way either of you had imagined. You were crying because of him yet he couldn’t even bring himself to hug you tighter to comfort you.

           "I love you.” he whispered and your body shook even harder at his empty confession.

           A tear rolled down his cheek as well. Closing his eyes, he fell asleep to the sounds of your sobs with a heavy heart.

           "I love you.“ Hoseok stated as soon as you opened your eyes.

           With a pained smile, you gazed at him. He lifted you in his arms and took you to the kitchen. While he was getting ready for work, you made him breakfast. Silently, you two sat across the table. You fed your child while he scrolled through his phone and ate.


           On the second week of the promise, it had become a routine for you two. Hoseok picked you up easily and now he dared to wrap his arms around you tighter before bed. In the middle of the night, he would find you turned around, facing him yet still in his embrace. He took this time to study your features lovingly, where no one would judge or catch him staring. Then he would pull you to his chest; feeling your unconscious smile against his skin sent butterflies to his stomach.

           Your daughter looked forward to the mornings when she would see Hoseok carrying you out.

           "You look like a prince carrying a princess, daddy ~” she grinned and squealed excitedly, insisting that she wanted to be carried like that too.

           The mood drastically changed in your house towards the end of the second week. Hoseok took the weekend off from work to spend time with you two. He wasn’t sure what changed, but he wanted to know more about what you two did while he was gone. He watched you play pretend with your daughter and carry her like she was a superhero. His heart melted at the way you smiled and at the sound of your laughter. That weekend all three of you sat and shared stories, some real, and some pretend. It felt like you were family again.

           During this time, Hoseok carried you confidently to the bedroom with a grin plastered on his face. He snuggled close to your body and you felt his lips brush against your shoulder as he whispered, “I love you.” It never failed to bring tears to your eyes, knowing it was going to all end soon.

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Tim is sitting on the kitchen counter.
He knows full well he is not supposed to- Alfred has explicitly mentioned that butts are not made for sitting on counters, and counters were not made for butts to sit on.

But it’s midnight, and Jason hasn’t been home for three days. Longer since they’ve seen him, but three days since he’s been gone. It shouldn’t leave Tim as flustered as he is. Jason can be gone for up to weeks at a time. It’s not uncommon. It’s not something to be particularly worried about. Sure, it pisses Bruce off- for Christ’s sake, the kid is only 16, he should be at home- but by Jason standards, three days is practically no time at all.

But something feels different this time.

So Tim is sitting on the counter. He knows that the kitchen will be the first place Jason checks in after a mission. Tim knows that, any minute now, Jason will come gliding through the swinging door, graceful as ever, already half out of costume, and on the hunt for one or two or seven of Alfred’s amazing gingersnaps. The ones he makes specially for Jason.

If Tim could just stay awake long enough, he would be the first to see his big brother return. And when he does, Jason will ruffle his hair, throw his cape across Tim’s shoulders, and playfully scold him for being out of bed so late.

But it’s past one o'clock now, and little Timmy can’t keep his eyes open. He hops down from the counter, stumbles across to the kitchen table, clambers up, and dozes off. He’ll still be the first to greet Jason, he’s sure of it.

It’s one-thirty now, and Tim wakes to the sound of dragging feet and big yawns. He pretends to sleep, determined to give Jason a surprise when he walks through the door.

But it’s not Jason. It’s Dick, wrapped in a blanket and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“What are you doing in the kitchen?”

He knows Tim isn’t asleep. There’s no fooling Dick.

“I’m waiting.”

“Waiting?”

But Dick has that knowing look in his eyes, the inescapably knowing big brother look that he has mastered over the years. He doesn’t even know when he’s using it.

Dick climbs up onto the table and pulls Tim into his side.

“Do you think he’ll come soon?”

“I don’t know.” But his voice breaks. Dick knows, he just won’t say.
“Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

But Tim won’t go. He’s promised himself he’ll see Jason, and there’s no way he’s going to bed now.
So Dick pulls his blanket across Tim and they curl up together on the table. Soon enough, they both doze off.

Dick won’t admit it, but he had come down to the kitchen to investigate the sounds of snoring and shuffling. He had hoped it was Jason.

It’s three-twelve when the sound of tiny footsteps wakes Dick. Tim is still fast asleep, curled into Dick’s side. And Dick knows that sound. It’s tiny little Damian, out of bed and wandering the mansion. He does so when he can sense the tension in the house. He does so when he knows something is wrong, although he can’t communicate that yet.

When tiny Damian pushes open the big swinging door, staring open-mouthed at his brothers on the kitchen table, eyes glassy with exhaustion, Dick wordlessly scoops him up and tucks him into his other side, a brother under each arm. It warm, it’s comfortable, but it’s not enough. There is supposed to be a third brother, one to hold onto Tim’s empty side. He isn’t here. Tim scoots closer to Dick, and Dick’s heart breaks.

It’s seven-thirty when Alfred enters the kitchen, stopping short at the sight of tangled limbs and mops of black hair sprawled across the breakfast table. As much as he would like to believe it is due to the shock at finding three of his grandsons sleeping in the kitchen, it is truly due to disappointment. He had hoped it was the fourth grandson he had heard fumbling around in the night.

It is eight-thirty when Bruce finally steps into the kitchen. And he stops. And he stares. Dick, his eldest, is sitting on the edge of the counter, an arm around each of his youngest brothers. The three of them have their heads bowed, and they do not stir upon hearing Bruce enter. Their tangles of black hair and rumpled pjs flow from one into the next, and Bruce swears his boys could be a single living entity in this moment, living, breathing, worrying together as one.

Alfred is sitting in a wooden chair in the corner, shoulders slumped, staring blankly into space. He hasn’t made breakfast, he hasn’t even put clothes on. He’s sitting in his robe, an empty look painted on his face, wiping all emotion from his features.

Bruce can’t blame them. He didn’t sleep a wink last night. He could swear he heard Jason shuffling around in the kitchen.

Without wasting his breath on “good morning"s that will go unheard through the breaks in his voice, Bruce simply pulls open the fridge and begins to pull out edible arrangements leftover from the funeral.

“Dear Wayne family,” reads one, “Our condolences. He will be missed.
Signed, the GCPD.”

“Dear Bruce,” reads another, “I’m so sorry for the loss of your son.
C. Kent .”

“Dear Bruce,
We will all miss Jason. He was something special.
Well wishes, S. Kyle.”

Promise - Namjoon

Warnings: mentions of cheating, implications of sex

Request: “Hi~ if it’s no trouble, could I request a Drabble? numbers 74,142 and 175 with namjoon please! you can choose whether it’s fluff or angst :) I also wanted to say I love your writing so much! Keep it up”

74. “Your eyes are red… were you crying?”
142. “I figured you shouldn’t be alone.”
175. “I can see it on your face.”

Word Count: 1156

Genre: Fluff

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You were broken. After walking in on your boyfriend - now ex - practically devouring your best friend, Irene, who you thought you could have trusted, you came to the conclusion that every relationship you would have, romantic or platonic, would simply end in misery and betrayal. It was almost as if all of your past boyfriends just wanted you for your body. You didn’t know if you could trust anyone anymore. You began to think that your closest friends would eventually betray you, even though you knew deep down inside that they would stay by you.

And of course, you knew Kim Namjoon would always be with you.

Limbs sprawled and dried tears, you lay on your bed in trepidation of what your future was to be. You couldn’t help but think that all hope for you was lost, and that you would never love anybody again. The thought of seeing Jumin pinning Irene to the wall, lips connected and faces flushed - you almost felt sick to your stomach.

That image of Jumin and Irene only made the pain in your chest grow, and urged you to let out the tears you’ve been holding back for sleepless nights. You held your knees to your chest and sobbed into the sheets beneath you, not caring if the entire world heard you at that moment. You had the right to be upset, especially after seeing Jumin grinding his hips against your friend, his left hand riding up her shirt while his right hand slid down beneath-

Your thoughts were cut off by the sound of your cell phone blaring beside your ear, the familiar ringtone letting you know that your best friend, Namjoon, was trying to reach you, but you didn’t want to talk to him. You didn’t want to talk to anyone. He didn’t even know about what you were going through, but all he knew is that you weren’t showing up to school, and that meant something definitely wasn’t right with you, since you had never missed a day of school - until now.

The constant ringing of your phone drove on for at least half an hour, bringing you to the point where you angrily grabbed your phone and shut it off, tossing it to the other side of your bedroom, sighing in relief of the silence. Unfortunately, you forgot about how persistent Namjoon was, so when you heard someone banging on your front door, you groaned and ignored them, hoping that they would leave soon. You knew it was Namjoon, but that pushed you ever further to ignore him.

“Y/N! I know you’re in there!” You heard him yell, the pounding on the door growing louder by the second. Suddenly, you heard your front door slam shut, and that’s when you remembered that you had given Namjoon a key to your house only a few weeks ago. He was already halfway down the hall when you jolted up and ran to your door, attempting to lock it, but he was too quick and opened the door before your hand could even touch the doorknob.

“Go away,” You said before trying to push him out, but he quickly grabbed your wrists and embraced you, moving his hands to your head and pulling you closer to his body.

“I was so worried,” He mumbled into your hair.

“Joonie, please, just go.”

He slightly pulled away in confusion at your words, his hands softly cupping your cheeks and his forehead pressed against yours.

“Your eyes are red… were you crying?” He asked, concern written all over his face. You couldn’t stand to see his pained expression, so you slowly nodded then looked down.

“J-Jumin-” You managed to gasp out, but you immediately choked on your own tears as Namjoon pulled you closer, hugging you tighter than he had ever before. You felt your knees buckle, and Namjoon slowly fell to the ground with you, the overwhelming silence taking over the sullen mood surrounding you. “Why did you come, Namjoon?”

“I figured you shouldn’t be alone,” He whispered, running his fingers through your hair as you quietly sobbed into his shirt. “Eunhee told me about him and Irene. I’m so sorry, Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You don’t.”

Minutes passed as you lay in his arms, but you managed to gather yourself and look up at Namjoon, who mumbled to himself as he wiped away your tears with his thumbs. You stayed like this for a while, your cheeks held by his soft hands, gazes averted as silence fell over the room.

“Y/N…” Namjoon spoke, slightly lifting your head to allow your eyes to meet with his.

“You love me, don’t you?” You said abruptly, causing Namjoon’s mouth to stay agape as he stared at you, wondering if you had really just asked him such a thing.

“I-I… well I-I wouldn’t say-” He began to stutter, but you cut him off by leaning forward and pressing your lips to his. He froze in shock, but slowly melted into the kiss, bringing his arms to hook around the back of your neck. You disconnected your lips with his, yet still stayed in close proximity to his reddened face.

“I can see it on your face. You love me.”

Namjoon sighed and shifted his gaze down to the carpet, deciding to spill his secrets to you.

“I do. I love you, Y/N.” You almost flinched at his words, but you knew ultimately that he wasn’t like your previous boyfriends. Namjoon was kind. He was understanding. He was gentle. He knew you better than your own family. He was your family. He had always stuck with you through the rough times. He had cared about you, and he would always care about you. You trusted him with your life, and now you were just realizing that the answer was in front of you all along? After so many years of scattered thoughts and conflicted emotions, you finally knew he was the one.

“Namjoon, can you teach me how to love again?” You asked, almost desperate for a positive answer from him. Surprisingly, instead of an answer, he kissed you softly, cupping your cheeks as you simply melted at his touch. He pulled away with a gentle smile on his face, showcasing his dimples, one of your many favorite features of him.

“As long as you promise to stay by me,” He said, and you quickly nodded before quickly pecking his lips.

“I promise.”

•·.··.·• •·.··.·•

lmao this was so shit I’m so sorry

anonymous asked:

ohmygod i love your blog so much! can you do headcanons regarding how the rfa + v and saeran would react to an mc who's never even kissed anyone before? lol i'm the only one out of my friends who's never been kissed and sometimes i feel so inexperienced 😔

(≧∇≦)/ You guys are so sweet to meeeee, aaaaaa!

And anon, don’t worry too much about it! The time will come, okay? I managed to uh…Do the deed more often than kissing. In fact, I’ve only been kissed once… orz I feel inexperienced too, but trust me, all those feelings go away when it finally happens, okay? 

It’s just another life experience we haven’t really gotten to have, yet! But we’ve experienced a lot of others to make up for it! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و


Zen

- Is there a way for him to actually have heart eyes?

- But no, he doesn’t mind. He thinks it’s super cute. How in the world did you manage to keep getting so adorable?

- “You’ve just been saving it for your Prince Charming, right~?”

- (Zen not everything is about you i s2g)

- After the two of you have your first official date, (Going to his secret spot and having a nice picnic he set up for the two of you), he’d want to end the date with a sweet kiss.

- He’d pull you into a light hug, brushing the hair away from your face, looking at you with such love in his eyes.

- “Princess, can I kiss you?”

- (What a dork)

- You shyly nod, and he gently presses his lips onto yours, only continuing the kiss when you try to kiss back.

- “Let’s hope we can share a lot more new experiences together, babe.”

Yoosung

- He….He’s only kissed his pillow at times

-(Seven said it was a good trick on learning how to kiss better!)

- But, when he finds out you haven’t kissed anyone either, his nerves quickly go away.

- He holds your hand and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck.

- “I haven’t either, but…I’m glad it’ll be with you.”

- The both of you are blushing like crazy.

- But when it comes to the two of you kissing for the first time, it’s sudden. The two of you were just spending time together- walking, window shopping, holding hands

- You were gushing over the view since it was such a nice day, and how happy you were warmed his heart

- He ended up just kissing you without thinking about it- Too infatuated with you

- When he pulled back, he’s instantly blushing and apologizing

- But he shuts up when you pull him in for another kiss

Seven

- You were shyly explaining how you weren’t used to dating whatsoever. That you were just inexperienced completely.

- “I mean… I haven’t even kissed a guy before.”

- Seven just looked at you sweetly, “Hey, me either.”

- (Seven i will personally kick your ass)

- He’d just say a few jokes to help ease your nerves. I mean, he hasn’t dated either, or really touched anywhere in that area. It’s cool, he’s okay with you not having much experience either!

- He even makes a puppet with his hand. “This has been my kissing partner for a while. You can try it too!” (Cue him kissing you with his hand like a puppet.)

- Your first kiss is one lazy morning- The two of you cuddling together. He’s whining because he doesn’t want to get out of bed. “You’re so comfyyyy~!”

- He’s so cute. Without thinking twice, your heart swelling with love, you end up kissing him.

- He’s surprised, but instantly kisses back.

- The two of you giggle a bit when you pull away, but continue to cuddle and share a few more smooches

Jumin

- When he kissed you in the apartment, he had no idea he was your first. It explained why you were so red-faced over it. He just thought it was because he was being, ah, ‘smooth’?

- He doesn’t mind it. He actually thinks it’s a bit cute every time you get red-faced over it.

- He can’t say much either. He’s only had a few, erm, unwelcomed kisses from a few women.

- Yours was very nice, very welcoming.

- So, when you admit that you don’t really know how to kiss people, and you’re embarrassed about him kissing you so suddenly, he just kisses your forehead.

- “I think this is one of those ‘practice makes perfect’ situations, mc.”

- Ah geez

- He doesn’t mind you practicing on him, as long as he gets to do the same to you

- With maybe things more than just kissing…

Jaehee

- As soon as you even say the word ‘kiss’, she’s blushing

- Sure, she’s had a few bits of experience, but…Not with a woman.

- How?? Do you kiss?? Women??

-(Like you do with everyone else, jaehee)

- She doesn’t mind that you haven’t kissed anyone. It’s makes it a little less unnerving for her. I mean, you don’t have anyone you can compare her to, then…?

- She’s Panicking.

- But, when it does come time for the two of you to kiss, it’s a bit sudden.

- The two of you were closing the cafe for the night. Your first full work week! As Jaehee is checking the papers, she nearly starts crying from how happy she is.

- Profits are good, the shop isn’t going to go in debt within it’s first week, everything is just. Working.

- And she has you to thank for it.

- The two of you are hugging, and she’s just laughing and wiping away her happy tears.

- “I couldn’t have done this without you, mc. Thank you so much.”

- And there it is. Such a sweet kiss from Jaehee- She even tastes a bit like honey from a tea she was drinking.

- She pulls back, blushing a bit, but she smiles as soon as she sees you beaming

- She’s just! So happy!

V

- When you admit it to him, he blushes a bit, just smiling.

- “That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I mean, Jumin hasn’t kissed anyone either, and he’s older than you.”

- V….

- But he just pulls you into a hug.

- “I think it’s sweet that you trust me enough to tell me, and for me to possibly be your first.”

- When it become long enough that the two of you are going to be a thing, especially for a while, he decides to try and have a romantic evening with you

- He’s a bit well off, thanks to his family and photography skills, so the first kiss you two share is on the way back from a photo trip, on a boat he’s rented for the occasion.

- The sun is setting, your hair is blowing slightly in the wind, and he just can’t help himself from hugging you.

- When the two of you pull back, and you share a sweet gaze, he ducks his head and presses his lips against you. Giving one, two, and three kisses in a row.

- “I hope that was sufficient enough. You taste so sweet…”

Saeran

- Baby is completely red.

- He… Doesn’t know how to kiss either. I mean, his busy life barely allowed for those random hook-ups, and he definitely never kissed those women.

- “It’s…. It’s not a big deal, mc. I, uh…Haven’t either.”

- Oh my god he’s so embarrassed telling you, but… You look a bit relieved, so he relaxes a bit.

- Yeah, it’s not a big deal. If he doesn’t think it’s bad you haven’t, you think the same for him…Right?

- The first time for the both of you is when you were cuddling with him on the couch. You were running your fingers through his hair, him humming a bit of appreciation from laying in your lap.

- He really liked relaxing like this- Watching a movie or just relaxing in silence. It helped him feel less anxious.

- He turned to lay on his back, looking up at you for a bit- His own fingers tracing lines on your free hand

- Slowly, he leans up and pulls you into a kiss. It’s a bit awkward due to the position, but the intention of showing his love is very clear

- He pulls back, his cheeks slightly pink. 

- “I…Love you.”

anonymous asked:

Can I please have Akashi going home on Valentines, surprising his s/o because she thought he has a business meeting somewhere far and was sad because she won't be able to give him her chocolates?? Fluff, fluff, more Valentines Day fluff!

I live for fluff even though I’m now basically dead

Enjoy an affectionate Akashi! Although request says “she” I kept it gender neutral. Cheesy ending line alert, consider yourself warned.


Originally posted by rosiitea

When he told you he was going to New York for an important business meeting with a foreign company, you were okay with it as you usually were. Being in a relationship with someone as powerful as him sort of diminishes the amount of time the two of you spend together, what with his giant responsibilities and all. In the span of your romance, you have learned to accept this as a fact, despite you still being lonely whenever he has to go.

It only hit you a few hours after the announcement that he would be gone for Valentine’s.

On the tenth of February, you dropped him off with his driver at the airport, him wearing suit-and-tie, looking unnecessarily dashing for someone who is only going to board a plane for twelve hours. You said your goodbyes, wishing him all the success he hopes to gain from the soon-to-be agreement with the foreign company. You also told him to come back soon.

“I will,” Akashi said with a peck to your lips, “wait for me.”

After he boarded the plane, you and his driver go back to the now colder and emptier home—the living space somehow dropping slightly in temperature as if his hair color brings warmth. You throw yourself on your shared bed with a sigh. 

It’s a cycle that you’ve been through numerous times now. He goes, you get lonely, you wait, he comes back. 

The only difference this time around is that there will be a change in your plans. You won’t be able to give him chocolates on Valentine’s Day—somewhat ridiculous when you think of the gifts he gives to you on White Day, but Akashi claims to very much enjoy the sweet treats, no matter how simple they may seem.

“I think you have a knack in these sort of things,” you remember his words when you first gave him chocolate three years ago, “they’re delicious. It’s kind of a bad thing because I know I’m going to bother you again next year just so you’ll make this again for me.” You remember the way Akashi’s eyes twinkled mirthfully as he presses half of the chocolate cookie he just bit into against your lips.

Moping over his absence in the house isn’t going to solve anything, you tell yourself after spending thirty minutes lying on your bed doing nothing but stare at the ceiling. Somehow you manage to get yourself up and walk to the kitchen—if he’s not home for Valentine’s, so what? You can always bake those cookies and give them to him when he comes home as a belated gift.

To do so, you will need to go grocery shopping.


The reddish pink of the batter looks beautiful, especially when you look at how the dough is arranged neatly on a tray of baking sheet. You smile absent-mindedly, pleased by how great the cookies are going so far. They’re red velvets, like the cake, and they’re the first cookies you’ve given to him three years ago. 

It’s Valentine’s Day today, and Akashi called several hours ago to say happy Valentine’s and that he’s sorry he can’t be with you as of the moment. You reply just as pleasant, asking questions about how the deal is going, and the two of you continue to chat for about seven minutes until he announces that he needs to go.

“I’ll be home soon,” Akashi tells you. You hum, telling him that you’re going to wait patiently like he asked you to.

When the doorbell to your shared apartment rings, you crinkle your eyebrows in suspicion. You most certainly aren’t expecting anyone, especially not at 9 pm. Thinking it must be some stray pizza delivery boy, you wipe your hands on a small towel before going to open the door.

To say that you are surprised is the most massive understatement in history. You actually let out a gasp when you see Akashi, standing in front of your door with his suitcase in one hand. The man certainly finds amusement in your reaction—thank heavens you aren’t holding anything in your hand, as you are likely to drop it upon seeing him.

“Sei!”

“Good to see you too, darling,” he says, leaning forward just enough to capture your lips in his. The kiss is more than just a simple peck—you can feel a hint of desperation and underlying desire through the way his lips sucks slightly, but before you can think more, he pulls away. 

“You’re home early,” you whisper, hands resting on his chest as you bask in the scent of him. He chuckles while he plays with your hair, letting your face hover dangerously close to the skin of his neck. The first two buttons of his shirt are undone, presumably as an effort to try and relax in the flight, and that allows gracious access for you to nudge your nose against his jugular.

“I did say ‘I’ll be home soon’.”

“I didn’t know this is what you meant…”

“Did you miss me?” Akashi asks, knowing very well what the answer is going to be, as if the way you hug him back isn’t obvious enough. You can only nod, not believing that your lover is here in flesh and bone, and your arms bring him closer to compensate for the times you wished you had him like this.

“I smell something good,” he comments with a teasing lilt in his voice. You jerk your head up, suddenly realizing that you’re not done with the cookies. Akashi looks at you, seemingly reading your mind and comprehending the situation without having to ask. “Are those for me?”

“Who else am I going to give it to?” You retort, walking back into your home with him in tow, following you in a calmer manner. You rush to the kitchen, only to breathe a sigh of relief to find that the timer hasn’t gone off yet. You’re observing the cookies from beyond the oven window when Akashi slides behind you, arms snug around your waist.

“Strawberries?”

“Red velvet,” you correct, turning around to plant a small kiss on his nose. “Are you tired?”

“How can I be when I’m with you?” He smirks when you blush, walking out of his embrace to attend to the cream cheese frosting you’re working on. Akashi tails behind you with a demeanor that is half an excited puppy and half an elegant cat. “Want me to help you?”

“I could use some,” you smile, a giddy feeling bubbling from your gut when you see him take off his suit jacket and roll up his sleeves. “Knowing you, you’re probably going to be good at this in no time.” You put some butter into the bowl and proceed to whip it, Akashi once again hugging you from behind.

“Sei, is this what you mean by ‘helping’? You’re not doing much, you know,” you chuckle, slightly ticklish at the way his hair brushes against your nape. Akashi kisses you there before burying his face in the crook of your neck, humming as his fingers trace your apron.

“Forgive a man for missing his love too much,” Akashi croons, and you can’t help the color returning to your cheeks, making you look amusingly similar to the treats being baked in the oven. 

If you’re a red velvet cookie, he’s your oven, because he never fails to warm up your heart.

Smooth Operator (Min Yoongi)

Originally posted by fullfangirling27


NonIdolAU!Yoongi

“This food is really good! It’s not as good as mine but it comes very close.”

Word Count: 1,174

Request: Hi can I please have a scenario where the reader is really chill and cool with everything but seems like she doesn’t care sometimes until her boyfriend (Min Yoongi and or/ Mark) figures out that she actually works really hard to ensure that everyone around her is happy (like secretly she makes sure that everything runs smoothly for the people around her). Thanks if you write this!!! I like your writing alot 😊😊😊
Genre:
Fluff

A/N:

This was a good prompt, thank you for being so sweet! I hope you like it!


“So I have to make sure the entire party goes smoothly, make dinner for Yoongi tonight, pick up Jennie’s cat, feed Hoseok’s dog and-“ You muttered to yourself before you heard Your phone ringing, the sudden noise slightly startling you. You picked up the phone upon seeing that the caller ID identified the caller as Yoongi.

“Hey Y/N.”
“Hi Yoongi, how are you.”
“I’m good I’ll just be out maybe another hour or two. Do you want any coffee.”
“No, it’s okay I’m fine. Thank you though.”
“Okay, I’ll see you soon. Want me to pick up dinner.”
“No, it’s alright I’ll order something.”
“Alright, bye I love you.”
“I love you too, bye.”

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I'm pregnant

Chapter1- Telling him

Request: @steph-oliveira: So… The reader is pregnant… She is afraid to tell Theo because she doesn’t know how he will react… And she comments that with Malia… Theo hears the conversation, but he waits to the reader to tell him… When she tells him he tells her that that is absolutely no problem and he will be there for her and the baby!!! A few months later they discover she’s having twins (a girl and a boy)… Well I don’t have a idea for the end, but please, happy ending!

Paring: Theo Raeken • Reader 

Summary: Y/N tells Theo she’s pregnant

A/N: enjoy the story there will be more parts soon to come.

Originally posted by p--sabrina

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anonymous asked:

How would the paladins react to their s/o being drunk and when they try to take them home they say "sorry I'm taken" and procedes to gush about how much they love their paladin

A/N: I’m super sorry this took so long! Honestly, I’ve been working on it for the past week, and it’s been super fun! I love you guys! 

Warnings: Alcohol usage


Lance

Lance knew that you had never had alcohol before, and that you were dying to try, so he promised them that he wouldn’t drink anything so that he would be able to help you. 

Little did he know that you were insane when you were drunk. 

You were dancing next to Hunk amid a small crowd of tiny locals, who laughed when you fell over and began laughing as well. 

Lance beckoned for Hunk to drag you over. Hunk did as he asked, and soon, you were panting and laughing, and standing in front of Lance. 

“C’mon, babe, we should get you to bed before you drink more and die,” Lance said. He reached out to grab you by the elbow, but you jumped back and screamed. 

“NO!” you shouted. “I’m not going anywhere with you, sir! I have a boyfriend, and he is the blue paladin, so he can-can…” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes for a brief second, before continuing. “He can beat you into the ground! And I wouldn’t even th-think of cheating on him, bed-because I love him more than anything! So I’m take-taken!” 

Even though you was acting ridiculous, his heart swelled with warmth. “It’s me, [name], Lancey Lance.” Your face lit up with a smile. “Let’s go to bed.” 

Keith

Keith was really surprised to find out how low your alcohol tolerance was. Watching you struggle to interact with people was funnier than watching Lance drunkenly flirt with everybody (male and female alike). 

The party that the paladins were invited to was coming to an end, and they were all beginning to come together to prepare to leave. The only one who wasn’t successfully found was you. 

Pidge stood on a nearby stool and looked around, placing her hands on her hips. “They couldn’t have gone far,” she said to herself, “they were so drunk I’m surprised they even made it halfway through without passing out.” She sighed and turned around, and saw you slumped against a counter on the other side of the room, hiding in the shadows. 

Keith rushed to help you. He shook your shoulder and watched your bleary eyes open a little. 

“Go away,” you mumbled, swatting his shoulder. “I have a boyfriend, and he’s-um… he’s the most handsomest person in the universe.” You cleared your throat and sat up straight, glaring at him through half-lidded eyes. “I love him, and he-he loves me, I think… we haven’t actually said that to each other yet, but that doesn’t matter wh-when it comes to love, and I’m in love with him.” 

That… makes no sense, Keith thought. “I’ve told you I love you,” he said. “Come on, let’s get you to bed.” 

“Is that you, Keithey?” 

Keith chuckled and put an arm around your waist, helping you up. “Yeah, it’s me,” he grunted. “Can you walk?”

“I had too many of those glowing green drinks,” you stated. “They were really good. They tasted like ruffles chips from home.” 

“That’s… disgusting.”

“Never let me have one again.”

“Wasn’t planning on it.” 

Hunk

You were slumped over next to Hunk, cradling an empty glass in your hand, swirling the bits of ice and its melted water. The energy you’d previously felt had slowly ebbed away, so you stumbled to the bar and sat by Hunk, whom you didn’t recognize. 

Hunk stared at his significant other, wondering how much effort it would require to get you back to the castle. He hoped Allura and Coran hadn’t had too much to drink. 

“Wanna get back to the castle?” Hunk suggested, turning his head to gaze at you. 

You snorted into your drink. “Heck no,” you said. “You aren’t my boyfriend. There’s no way I’m cheating on the love of my life. And I know he isn’t you because you’re not as tall as him, so back off, mister. I don’t like your petty height. My boyfriend is very tall, and he’s warm, and I love his tallness and warm…ness.” 

Hunk laughed softly and stood up. “Come on, let’s get you back to your room.” 

You smiled brightly at him. “Babe! Where have you been? I’ve been sitting here next to this… weirdo… for the past five minutes waiting for you!” 

“I’ve been trying to find you!” Hunk replied, playing along. “Come on, let’s get back to the castle.” 

Pidge

Being very much underage and wanting to hold to her moral standards, Pidge did not want to drink. Also, Shiro kept a close eye on her the entire night. 

There wasn’t as much of a watch on you, however, and you’d soon drunk half of the alcohol at the party you and the Paladins attended. Well, maybe not that much, but it was a lot. 

“They’re going to have a pretty big hangover tomorrow morning,” Shiro muttered sometimes to Pidge. 

After saying this three times, Pidge decided that you’d had enough and needed to get back to the castle, have a big drink of water, and get you to bed. She needed to prepare herself mentally for the grouch that you were bound to be tomorrow. 

Pidge informed Shiro of her plan, and walked to the center of the room where you danced, crazily flailing your arms everywhere and jumping everywhere. 

Pidge took you by the arm and began to pull you away. You allowed yourself to be led until you were almost to the door. 

“I am not going anywhere with you,” you declared, ripping your arm out of Pidge’s hand. “I love my girlfriend more than anything in the world, and I’m not going to go anywhere with you. I love how short she is, and she probably has a really big brain, and-”

“Y/N, it’s me, Pidge. Some on, let’s get you to bed.” 

“No way. Katie, is that really you?”

Pidge laughed and nodded. “Yes, it’s me. Now come on, it’s time to go to sleep.” 

Shiro

“Hey hey.” You tapped Shiro on the shoulder with wide eyes and a concerned expression on your face. “Have you seen my boyfriend?”

Shiro gave you a confused look. You were is significant other. Had you really had that much alcohol?

“He’s really tall, and he’s muscular, and he has a super cool metal arm. And he has a scar on his nose that he hates, but I think it’s really cute? Oh, when he’s asleep, I like to kiss him there. He has a white tuft of hair, and it’s really fluffy, and it’s fun to mess with when he’s asleep. And he’s really nice, and makes me feel like a princess–no, a queen! He makes me feel like a queen all the time, and I really like it when he kisses my jaw and my forehead, and he’s a really good kisser in general, and he likes to help people, and I really really love him more than anything else in the world, and did I mention he’s cute? Yeah, that’s wrong. He’s not cute, he’s super hot, and handsome, and very gentlemanly, and-”

Shiro, who had been standing there stunned while listening to you, surged forward and kissed you on the lips. “Sweetheart, you know I love you, right?”

“You’re my boyfriend,” you giggled. 

“Yeah I am. I am. And you know what? When you’re sober, I’m going to tell you all the things that I love about you, okay? Now let’s get you to bed.” He led you carefully back to the ship and made sure that you got to bed safely before going to his own room. He couldn’t believe how much you liked about him. 

anonymous asked:

Could you do 29 (‘When was the last time you slept?!?’) for Malvie? Perhaps Evie is being stressed about the number of orders she has to complete, revising for a exams, or both simultaneously? Or perhaps it could be worked into a chapter from I'm just a teenage dirtbag?' Perhaps Mal hasn't been sleeping because she's too caught up in helping Evie sleep, worrying that she isn't enough to protect her, dealing with her own Isle trauma kind of thing? Either way, I adore your works! Thank you!

This one ties into my fic ‘we’re so close yet so far apart’ :)

TW: Panic attacks and discussion of questionable consent.

*

They diagnosis Evie with PTSD, and her parents quickly put her in therapy. At first, it works. She is able to sleep a little better, and the anxiety medication they put her on is a blessing but then the nightmares start up. Evie lays in bed and stares up at the ceiling, she counts the plastic stars that Ben put up their first year; she makes wishes on them, she wishes that this ache inside of her would go away. But it doesn’t, it just gets worse and she pretends that it isn’t real. She pretends that she’s had a good night’s sleep in a week, and she pretends like the moment her eyes close she doesn’t think of is the Isle.


The worst though are the nights when she remembers the feeling of being under Uma’s strong influence. She remembers trying so hard to fight it, trying to hang onto her memories of Mal; she even remembers how it hadn’t worked at first and how angry Uma had gotten. The worst part is remembering how rough Uma had been with her when she kissed her, how she pulled away and looked at Mal who looked so betrayed and disgusted. That’s what haunts her to the most, the way her body and love was used as a way to inflict revenge on Mal.


Audrey tries as hard as she can to comfort her, and sometimes she wordlessly crawls into Evie’s bed at night and falls asleep beside her. Evie appreciates it, but all she wants is Mal. When she is with her girlfriend, Evie feels safer; she knows that Mal will never let another thing happen to her, she knows she’ll always be cared for with Mal beside her. On the same hand, Evie doesn’t want to torture her girlfriend with anymore guilt. She knows how hard Mal is still struggling with it all, and she refuses to add to that.


“Evie?”


Evie startles as she blinks up at Ben, “Hm?”


“You okay?” Ben asks in a low voice.


“I’m fine.” Evie nods as she forces a strained smile onto her face. “My meds have just been making me a little tired since they upped the dosage.”


Ben studies her for a moment before his face softens ever so slightly, “You’re lying.”


“I don’t want to talk about this.” Evie snaps as she looks down at the book in her lap, a book she doesn’t even remember grabbing. “Just leave it alone, Ben. Please.”


“I will. For now.” Ben sighs as he makes his way to the doors of the study and pauses to glance back at Evie. “Mal is worried about you. Everyone is.”


Evie ignores him. Or maybe she doesn’t hear him at all, Ben really can’t tell. But he can see from his sister’s expression that she’s a million miles away. With a frown of defeat he leaves, but instead of returning to his office he simply closes the door and sinks down against the wood. On the other side of the door, Evie bites her lip until it bleeds and closes her eyes to fight the images playing in her head; yet she can’t escape them, she never will.


-


“Tie her up.”


“You don’t have to do this.”


“Oh, but I do.”


Evie thrashes helplessly in her bed as the nightmare plagues her. She can feel the fingers curling around her bicep and squeezing until she is sure there will be a hand shaped bruise left in his wake. The smell of salt and dead fish is potent as she is tossed against a pole and her head snaps hard against the wood. And then hands are all over her; they pull at her, tighten a rope around her, and brush over her cheek while she stares into faceless monsters. As soon as she hears a cackle she knows what is coming, a scream rips from her throat as they pull the ropes around her wrist tight enough to dig into her skin.


“Evie! Evie, darling, wake up!”


Evie whimpers as she shudders in a breath and feels familiar arms wrap around her, “Mommy?”


“It’s me, sweetheart. I’m here.” Belle soothes as she rests a hand against Evie’s head and guides her to rest on her shoulder. “A bed maid heard you screaming from down the hall, she ran to get me as soon as she realized you weren’t stopping.”


“I-It was just a dream?” Evie shudders out.


“It was just a dream, baby. You’re safe.” Belle assures as she holds Evie to her. “Tale as old as time, true as it can be. Barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.”


Evie sniffles and laughs, “Really?”


“I used to sing this song to you and Ben when you’d have nightmares, I’m not stopping now.” Belle teases with a small smile. “Just a little change, small to say that least. Both a little scared, neither of them prepared. Beauty and the beast.”


“I don’t want to close my eyes…” Evie admits.


Belle frowns, “Why?”


“I don’t want to see them.” Evie replies as she winds her arms around Belle’s waist. “Mommy, will you please stay with me?”


“Of course, Evie.” Belle assures her as she scoots back on the bed and carefully pulls Evie into her. “I won’t leave you, okay?”


“Pinky promise?”


Belle smiles as she looks down at the teen in her arms, and for a moment she is reminded of Evie with chubby cheeks and unruly curls. She looks down at the terrified girl in her arms and all she sees is that little girl she met in the clinic. Her eyes burn with tears, but she is quick to blink them away as she tightens her grasp on Evie and ducks her head to press a kiss to silky blue hair.


“Pinky promise.”


-


Evie stops going to therapy, she doesn’t see a point anymore. All her doctor does is hum and scribble things down on a pad of paper, and he doesn’t understand. He tells her that she has to let time heal her wounds, but how is time supposed to heal wounds that never stop bleeding? So, she takes to ditching her sessions and plastering on fake smiles as she tries to move on with her life. It works for a while, but she knows people are catching on; she’s always irritated, she snaps at everyone but Mal and Ben, and she pretty much takes herself out of spending time with her friends.


“This will be good for you.”


Evie glares towards Audrey, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”


“Okay.” Audrey shrugs.


“I have homework. I don’t need to be attending a movie night.” Evie grumbles as Audrey taps a little beat against Jane’s dorm door. “I’m going to go back to our dorm and…”


“There you are.”


Evie gasps and turns with fear filled eyes until she sees that it’s only Mal, “Hi.”


“Hi.” Mal replies in a slow tone.


“It’s about time you guys got here,” Jay greets as he opens the door and ushers them in. “You’ve missed all the fun. Dude ate all of the gummies, Carlos has made himself into a blanket burrito, Lonnie and Hayden won’t stop making out, and Chad is arguing with Jane over what movie to watch.”


Mal takes Evie’s hand as they walk into the dorm room, “I thought we agreed on a horror.”


“Chad wants a romantic comedy.” Jay sighs with a roll of his eyes.


Eventually, everything is sorted out and the group spreads themselves all over Jane’s large dorm room while a suspenseful soundtrack plays. Evie is tucked into the corner of the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest and her chin resting on her kneecap as she tries to pretend she’s the least bit interested. She hasn’t ever really been fond of scary movies, especially right now. She can already feel the telltale signs of a panic attack building as she looks around the darkened room and tries to block out the screaming pouring from the TV speakers.


She tries to stay, she does, but after yet another scream she can’t help but press her hands over her ears. Mal is the first to notice her discomfort and as soon as Evie sees a hand reaching for her she is quick to jump up from the couch. All of her friends are suddenly replaced with smirking pirates and she presses a hand to her stomach as it twists painfully. Just as she turns to run, she gasps as she crashes into a broad chest and feels fingers curl slowly around her wrists.


“Don’t touch me!”


The entire room goes quiet as Evie sinks away from Jay, and her hand immediately goes to her wrist as she rubs the scars. Everything around her blurs together and her knees feel weak, and she barely feels it when they make contact with the hardwood floor of the dorm room. Evie can’t breathe, she feels like she’s back on the Isle. Every breath she takes, she can taste the stale salt in the air and she can smell the hint of fish that always seemed to linger on the pirates that harassed her. A sob breaks free as she curls her hands to her chest and tries to pull herself back to reality.


“E?”


Mal is there. Evie can hear her voice, and it calms her for only a moment. But as quick as it comes, it goes. Mal is on the boat, Mal is in danger. Her hands reach out and she grabs onto stiff leather before she pulls herself closer until she replace the smell of salt with the familiar scent of strawberries. The second arms curl around her, Evie settles. She can feel her breath slowing as she tucks herself under Mal’s chin and matches her own breaths with the way Mal’s chest moves beneath her.


“You’re okay. You’re okay.”


As Mal continues to repeat the words, Evie allows them to lull her to sleep.


-


The first thing she feels when she wakes up is the soft brush of lips against her forehead. Normally, she would bask in it but it’s a touch that she hasn’t consented to so she instead pulls away with a hiss. She hesitantly opens her eyes and frowns as she sees Mal lying beside, and she glances around to see the splashes of blue and pink and she knows she’s back in her dorm room. With a whimper, Evie reaches for Mal and tugs her close until arms are curled so tightly around her that it aches.


“How did I get here?” Evie rasps.


Mal runs her fingers along the dips of her spine as she sighs, “Jay carried you back. You’ve been asleep since last night, and it’s already two in the afternoon. Fairy Godmother excused us from classes, Ben told her that we somehow are both sick at the same time.”


“Oh.”


“Evie,” Mal begins as she pulls back so she can lock their gazes, and Evie flinches at the concern. “When is the last time that you slept?”


“I just did…”


“You know what I mean, princess.” Mal sighs.


Evie swallows hard as she begins to play with the soft material of Mal’s t-shirt, “Truth? I don’t really know. I sleep in little splurts, I try to sleep a lot during the day.”


“What’s going on with you, E?” Mal demands as she furrows her brow and pauses her fingers. “You’re not sleeping, you’re distant, and I have never seen you react to Jay in a negative way.”


“I’ve…my anxiety is really bad.” Evie admits as she ducks her head. “I thought it was getting better, but then the nightmares started getting more intense. I just can’t get over what happened, Mal. I’ve tried, but I can’t. I’m so sorry.”


“Why are you apologizing?” Mal scoffs.


“I…I kissed her.” Evie whispers.


“Evie, don’t ever apologize for what happened that night. You were…you didn’t want any of that and I know that.” Mal assures her as she runs a thumb over the dimple of her chin. “I’m the one who should be sorry, it happened because of me.”


“I’m falling apart, Mal.” Evie whimpers.


“And that’s why you have me. That’s why you have your parents and Ben.” Mal points out. “We’re here so you don’t have to fall apart, we’re here to hold you together.”


“I just don’t know how to get over it.” Evie murmurs after a moment. “I realize that I was under the influence of Uma’s spell, but…I remember what happened. I remember all the things I said to you. I remember how she touched me, how she kissed me, how she held me.”


Mal shifts herself so she can cup Evie’s face as her girlfriend’s chest begins to heave, “Shh. You’re okay. You’re here, you’re with me. You will never have to deal with Uma again, okay?”


“I want her out of my head.” Evie chokes out as she looks up at Mal with a desperate gaze. “Pl-Please get her out of my head.”


“Are you suggesting I…?” Mal frowns.


“Anything, Mal. Just…get her out of my head.” Evie begs as she clenches her jaw. “I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can barely think straight.”


Mal brushes a thumb over Evie’s lips, “I’m not going to spell you.”


“Please, Mal!”


“No.” Mal snaps as her eyes flash, and Evie ducks back in surprise. “I won’t do that to you, it isn’t right. I know you want to forget, but casting a spell on you isn’t the way to do it.”


Evie sniffles, “Then how?”


“I don’t know, princess,” Mal confesses with a saddened frown. “But we’ll figure this out. You and me and the space between, remember?”


“You and me.” Evie nods.


“You need to sleep.” Mal notes as she looks her over.


“I’m fine.” Evie protests.


“You’re scared, but I’m here. If you even begin to make a single face in your sleep then I’ll wake you up. I won’t let anything happen to you.” Mal grins as she pushes Evie back down and slides behind her. “I am right beside you, okay?”


Evie pulls Mal’s arm around her waist and sniffles softly, “Will you sing to me?”


“Sure, princess. But don’t tell anyone because I’m rotten to the core and I don’t want anyone forgetting that.” Mal huffs, and and she smiles as Evie gives a small giggle.


“Okay.”


“A million thoughts in my head, should’ve let my heart keep listening. Cause up till now, I’ve walked the line. Nothing lost, but something missing. I can’t decide what’s wrong, what’s right. Which way should I go?”


Evie falls asleep to Mal’s soft voice, and for the first time in awhile she thinks that maybe she can do this. Maybe she can get better. Maybe there’s a way to fight her inner demons. So long as she has her girlfriend and the people she loves, she thinks there’s a way to move past this.

anonymous asked:

Just had a weird spur of the moment headcanon. But bear with me for a sec... AU, where RFA is in highschool with MC, and MC is with Jumin, and one day MC is sick and doesn't show up, so Jumin sneaks into MC's room to bring her stuff and fluff ensues.

Haha, that sounds super cute! Depending on how close they were (I’m assuming they were super tight in the au you were suggesting) I don’t think it’s unlikely. (I accidentally read this wrong the first time and wrote them as good friends that fall in love??? I’m sorry I can’t read to save my life sometimes??? *facepalm* I hope you enjoy this anyway) Maybe it would go something like this? (Also I’m making them all the same age because I’m a lazy):


MC was feeling abysmal as she closed the door to her bedroom, cradling a tissue box in her arms as she returned to bed. Looking to her phone, she noticed class was over in the time she had inadvertently passed out on the couch downstairs. She opened the messenger to ask Jumin for the homework– as they shared most of their classes being honor students–when her window slid open of its own accord to reveal a familiar head of dark hair. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she laughed at his unceremonious entrance, unrepentant as each limb and a bag followed.

“Oh my God, Jumin, you did not.” She managed in between giggles.

His deadpan expression softened into a sheepish yet devilish smirk. “You have your ways of avoiding your mother, I have mine. Please excuse the intrusion.”

She waved him off, unperturbed. They’d been climbing in each others houses for years now, they were hardly strangers. “You could have just emailed everything to me, you didn’t have to come all this way. I don’t want to get you sick too.” MC insisted with a sniffle. More than that, she didn’t want him to get in trouble with his father over something so trivial.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll be fine.” He grinned, removing a neat folder from his bag with everything she needed to catch up, she was sure. “For you.”

“Thank you,” She placed the small stack of papers on her nightstand. “How long did you have to fight Zen to be the one to bring it to me?” MC asked dryly.

She was delighted to hear Jumin laugh, holding up his hands from their original position crossed over his chest. She loved it when it was just the two of them. He always seemed so comfortable, so liberated compared to his usual withdrawn reticence. “You got me, I had to beat him at rock paper scissors before he relented. Which makes no sense considering we live a block away from each other. In terms of efficiency, I was the most viable option.”

MC smiled. Jihyun was right, he was ever the scientist. But she thought the practicality was adorable, and it made him a lot more honest than most. It was refreshing that she never had to wonder what he was thinking since he was always open about it.

“Wait just a second, you must be thirsty after running here and climbing that tree. Let me get some water,” She exited before he could protest and returned with two water bottles, one to keep her hydrated and the other to make sure he was drinking properly too. Though she doubted he had problems with his health considering how he regimented just about everything.

“Thanks.” His voice was quiet, low. The sound of it never failed to soothe her, even now as her head throbbed slightly from oversleeping.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, their gazes wandering, most often to each other. A light blush often colored their cheeks whenever either was caught staring, accidentally or not, and Jumin’s hand came up to rub the nape of his neck. 

MC was curious at the sight of the gesture. He only did that when he was nervous. “Is something wrong, Jumin?“ Was his stepmother acting up again? “You know you can always stay here if you’re not comfortable at home.” She said softly, her hand reaching out to cover his in the hopes of comforting him. She had wanted to talk some sense into his parents for a long time, but she knew they would only take out whatever she said on him the moment she was gone. She hated how powerless she was to stop it. Anything she could do to help, he had but to ask.

He shook his head. “No it’s not that, but thank you, MC.” His words were suffused with a warm gratitude that was somewhat shy. “It’s…actually…” His gaze moved to the floor, lips pursed until he managed to force the words out. “Would you have preferred it if Zen was the one to come instead of me?” She could see the faintest of blushes coloring the tips of his ears.

“Much as I would appreciate whoever came to deliver the things I need, I think I’d have to say no.” She hedged. His head shot up immediately to stare at her in surprise as her hands fiddled with the sheets, pulling at a stray thread on one of the corners as she her face flamed.

A slow smile she didn’t see overtook his face, more radiant than any he’d worn all his life. “Truly?” He asked. 

She nodded, mortified and unable to look at him and down-spiraling as usual. God he was going to think she was one of those crazy kids at school desperate to get his attention for all the wrong reasons, nice going you idiot. As if he doesn’t have enough girls hitting on him on a daily basis! Way to ruin everything, all he wanted was a real friend and you had to take it too far, stop being selfish and–

Her thoughts were halted in their tracks when she felt the velvet brush of lips and the lightest pressure on her forehead, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening even further. All she could do was blink and stare at his crisp white collar, mouth slightly agape as he took a step back. He was blushing a bit too, despite his indulgent smile.

“Before you self-destruct,” He began, knowing all too well how she overthought things sometimes. Her brows would knit and her face would scrunch up in quiet horror in the most endearing way, though he always halted her before she could go too far with it and come to the wrong conclusion. “I like you too,” He revealed, his voice no louder than a murmur.

“O-oh.” Was all she could manage to say. Holy crap holy crap holy crap this was not a drill, Jumin liked her plain ass back. At this rate, she was going to need a hospital for an entirely different reason. She had liked him for a long time, but never wanted to make him uncomfortable with the expectation of something more considering the kinds of experiences he’d had with women all his life.

“But the most important thing right now is your health,” He continued, wrapping a spare blanket from the closet around her shoulders. “We can address this more as soon as you’ve rested. In the meantime, don’t hesitate to call on me if you need anything.” His voice was as stern as it was sincere, largely because MC was stubborn to a troublesome degree about asking for help. He didn’t want her to hesitate, even if all she wanted was to talk. “Feel better, MC.” Shooting her another one of his delightful small smiles, he climbed back out and down the tree, heading home to tell his father about another impromptu student council meeting no doubt.

Her hands came up to cover her face, trying to hold in the shrill scream climbing up her throat. He had to be the cutest combination of awkward and charming she’d ever seen. Hoping it wasn’t a fever dream and giddy for tomorrow, she got to work on the day’s assignments so that she could go to bed early.

She pulled the blanket he had retrieved for her closer in the hopes that she would warm more quickly, which made her notice it was her favorite one: the gray one. The one she had draped over his shoulders when he’d appeared one night, eyes wide and terrified; desperate to be as far away from what she assumed to be his home. It had been raining heavily and she hadn’t known him all that well yet, but he had seemed trustworthy enough at school. So she pulled him inside without a second thought despite the lack of explanation. She then led him to the living room and asked him to wait in the quietest voice she could manage, only moving when she saw him nod imperceptibly. She didn’t ask him any questions, just prepared Earl Grey tea–thank God Jihyun had gushed about him to her– and chose the blanket because it had matched his striking eyes. The ones that had seemed so dull and clouded when she first met him, like the mist that guards a heavily fortified fortress. After pouring the tea and setting up the couch for him to stay the night, she remembered asking him if he wanted a book or a movie or something to help him fall asleep, to which he replied that she pick her favorite movie. The next two hours was spent watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. She’d hoped the music and the intricate artwork would help him grow drowsy, but it was clear he was wide awake throughout even though he was still as a statue. She would have been worried if it hadn’t been for the sound of his even breathing filling the silence. He’d seemed remarkably poised and implacable at school, like nothing could ever faze or deter him. So what on Earth had the power to make him withdraw into himself to this degree? 

When the movie was over she turned off the lights and found the newest book she’d intended to read, pulling up a chair deliberately in between him and the front door. Soon after that, his eyes closed and the next time she looked up he was sound asleep. Her jaw set at the sight, remembering the strange but strong scent of perfume that clung to his chest when she’d wrapped the blanket around him. If anybody came looking for him–no matter who it was– she was going straight to the police. That morning, they left the house and she accompanied him to retrieve his things before they left for school as if nothing had ever happened.

To this day, she thanked her rarely lucky stars that her own family had been gone for the weekend and she had been able to let him stay somewhere safe for the night.

After the incident she noticed little changes in his demeanor each day; a pencil appearing on her desk before she could ask for one, a question she’d written while taking notes answered in an elegant script on her page when she returned to class from the restroom, notes brought to her house when she was ill just like today. His attempts at conversation were still tentative, but much more apparent than before, and she always responded with her full attention. It didn’t take long for their conversations to run deeper than they ever would have imagined, engrossed to the point where entire hours would pass without their knowledge. Soon they were inseparable; she couldn’t remember being so close to somebody all her life.

She buried her face in the blanket, the memory from two years ago bittersweet. Her heart would always break at the thought of what he might have lost that night, but she always hoped he would remember it for the same reasons that she did. The start of a wonderful friendship and the slow emergence of a lifelong love.


I’m sorry I kind of got carried away with this AU idea, but I hope you like it anyway??? Thank you for enabling my endless thirst somebody please protect this boy he is all I think about. 

Sakamaki Shitty Thing: Did you see?

They were all around you. You saw their faces, their moves. Their breath tickled your neck and you moved, covering yourself with a thick blanket. You were shivering from fear, unable to control your body and mind. 

Their touch was all over your body, they surrounded you like a fire, not letting you run away. They held you in place, making you squirm in panic.

The door opened.

♛ Ayato ♛

- Oi, Chichinashi, what are you… - He stared at you for a moment, genuinely concerned, as you thrashed around. - Hey, stop it! - He came to your bed and pinned you down.

You screamed, starting to struggle even more, not aware it was him that was holding you yet.

- Stop it, I said! Calm fucking down!

You blinked, realizing what happened.

- T-they… - you mumbled incoherently. - T-they were here…

- What…? - Ayato narrowed his eyes, obviously not understanding anything.

- D-didn’t you see them…? T-they were h-here… They-

- Shut up already - he growled at you. - There was no a single person and you were squirming for no reason. What’s wrong with you?!

You curled up, escaping his gaze. Your eyes watered as you sobbed quietly.

- I-I don’t know…

He sighed, letting go of your wrists and sitting up.

- I don’t get it at all. Just… don’t do this again, or I will have to sit with you all night long… and you know what it means. - He smirked at your flustered face and without another word, left the room, leaving the door slightly open.

♟ Kanato ♟

- Can’t you shut up?! - he growled at you, looking at your squirming frame. He was annoyed, it was clear, and he knew that it was because of your actions. They woke him up from his slumber. 

He approached you and stared in silence at your body, narrowing his eyes as he couldn’t be aware of what was going on inside your head. 

You cried out and he nuzzled his face into Teddy’s artificial fur. 

- Annoying, isn’t she…? - he mumbled. - On the other hand… she seems to be so scared… - He chuckled lowly. - I don’t dislike it… Hey, doll. - He grabbed your arm and pulled you up harshly. You almost screamed and he let go of you - so you fell onto the cold floor, looking around. - Huh, you’re not scared anymore? What a shame… 

- K-Kanato…? - You looked up, your eyes watered. - Y-you’re here… 

- Of course I’m here. You woke me up, you trash - he grumbled. - Shouldn’t I punish you for this? 

- B-but… T-there were… I-I saw them… - you started to murmur quietly. - I-I saw…

Kanato narrowed his eyes and then smirked down at you.

- Of course, there were a lot of people’s souls. The ones that died here. Did you see them? Well… Maybe you’ll see them again, we’ll see… Now, come with me… - He grabbed your wrist. - It’ll be a long night for you, doll…

♞ Laito ♞

- Bitch-chaaan~? - Laito yawned, walking into your room, and then stared at you for a few minutes, curious if you’d see him. - Are you dreaming… some nightmare…? - he wondered, but when he came closer, he realized that you’re not sleeping. You weren’t fully counscious either though. You looked as if were fighting with something, yet he didn’t see anything that could possibly make you as scared as you were.

You pushed something away from yourself and got up quickly, in the next moment falling to the floor.

Laito chuckled shortly and you looked up, now realizing that he observes you.

- Is my Bitch-chan having delusions~? Maybe she’s not sleeping properly as she was told to~? Ahh, what can we do now~? 

- L-Laito… - You gulped and looked around. The monsters disappeared, leaving you two completely alone. You sighed with relief. And then you realized that the worst of the monsters was standing in front of you, smirking devilishly.

- Ne, Bitch-chan… It had to be dreadful, shouldn’t I… comfort you somehow~? - He stalked closer and raised your chin, looking straight into your eyes. - Don’t be so scared… You’re safe with me, you know~? Nothing will hurt you… more than I could.

♝ Reiji ♝

- What are you doing…

He glared at you, not moving from his spot, just staring at your squirming form. You heard his voice and fought harder, trying to wriggle away and run to him.

You hoped that he’d help you, protect you, or at least say that the ghosts weren’t real - you really wanted them to not actually exist, but how a not-existing thing could hurt you so badly…? How could it touch you, hold you in place, hit you as it did?

But Reiji just stared at you, for a while probably enjoying your fear, even if he wasn’t the one to cause it. That’s - probably - why he got bored of it so easily.

- Stand up - he said sternly.

- I… c-can’t… - you cried, already losing your strength.

- It’s an order. Stand up or you will be punished.

You fought. You really tried. But it was all too strong.

But as soon as he made a single step towards you, everything vanished. You sighed deeply in relief, staring weakly at the boy. Your heart thumped in your chest when you realized that you didn’t do as he told you to.

And his stern face and cold glare proved that he didn’t like it.

♚ Shu ♚

He instantly knew that something was off. He - obviously - couldn’t see nor hear all the creatures, but as soon as he entered your room, he could hear your heart skipping and the smell your boiling blood reached his senses.

He closed his eyes for a moment, but it was all too noisy.

- Stop it - he said in quiet, but demanding voice. When he came closer, you instantly started to calm down, the surreal creatures disappearing one by one. 

And when the last of them disappeared, you saw the vampire hoovering over you, staring at you intently.

- Are you scared? - he asked, but his voice was so indifferent. You curled up, still trembling from what you’ve just came through. To your surprise, Shu smirked. - There, there - he said mockingly. - You want me to comfort you? Or maybe you did all this scene to gather my attention? Well, you succeed.

He climbed onto the bed, pinning you down in an second.

- But you’ll pay for it, so brace yourself.

♜ Subaru ♜

- Hey, what the hell are you doing?! 

Subaru’s sharp voice made you instantly come back to reality. You sat up, curling up a bit as your breath hitched. 

- S-Subaru… - you whined softly and got up, running to him and wrapping arms around him. You were trembling, which only confused him more.

- O-oi, what are you…

- I-I was so scared… - you cried quietly. The boy was taken aback.

- You had… a nightmare?

- I-I don’t know…

He frowned, but didn’t say anything more. It was a bit awkward, but he eventualy placed his hand on top of your head in a calming, comforting manner.

- There, it’s alright now.

And it was alright.

Two years after

Ship: Wolfstar
Warnings: none
Thanks a lot to @marvelousmckinnon for doing the beta!

For part 2 click here!


When Sirius left his safe so-called home in June 1996 he knew it was dangerous but he knew as well that this was the only way he would feel useful again. Sitting in that house he grew up in all day would have made him go mad sooner or later. He hated it there. Accompanying the others to the Ministry of Magic was the best thing he could have done. Even when Bellatrix’ spell hit him and he fell back into the veil he thought about how right his decision was. He would go. But Harry would live. And so would Remus. From far away he could hear Harry’s scream. Sirius wasn’t dead. Remus was right about that. But he was in a place he couldn’t come back from.

It was June 1998 when Sirius feet were standing on solid ground again. He didn’t know how he managed to get out nor did he remember what had happened in the place where he had stayed for two years. He didn’t even realise time had passed. It felt like it had only been a few seconds. Holding his wand tightly he looked around. Everything looked like it had back then, as if the battle just have ended and everyone had left. What had happened? Where was everyone?

Arriving at Grimmauld Place he found the house empty and dusty. Nobody was here and nobody had been here for a while. At least not lived here. He could see some traces of people who had been visiting this house. But hadn’t it looked different when he left? The Order had lived here. They had brought a warmth to that place that he never felt before. Now it was cold and dark again. Where was everyone? Where did they go after the battle in the Ministry? But sooner or later they would have to come back. They just had to. Where else would they go?

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