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Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”


“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”


“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Earned it ♡ Grayson (smut)

Summary: You come home from a long trip and Grayson and you have a fun night celebrating you’re back.

Word count: 2.195


It was late in the afternoon, and you were feeling mentally and physically exhausted. You just got back from a two week trip that your boss had dragged you into, and because you didn’t want to let him down you decided to come with him and all your colleagues, who were just as excited as you. Not.

The trip had not exactly been what you expected it to be (it was horrible) and you were delighted to be back. You had missed your boyfriend Grayson very, very much and you were craving his jokes and smile that made your day, no matter how you felt.

Since you guys lived together you had never spent a night apart, so to be gone for two weeks felt extremely weird. You missed his laugh, his love, his stories and falling asleep every night next to him. You wanted to hug him, touch him and definitely do some other things too…

You always thought that being away from him for a couple of days wouldn’t drive you insane, but the shirtless pictures that he sent in the second  week made your knees weak.


You drive into the lane of your house and see to your unpleasant surprise that the lights inside were off and the curtains upstairs were closed. Weird…
Normally around this time of the day Grayson would be back from work or whatever he was doing.

Sometimes it got late, when he needed to edit a long video or he was having a fun time with Ethan, but that was very rare. He loved to be home and spend as much as time as he could with you.

And especially today; you just got back from being away for such a long time and he said he missed you like crazy. Why wasn’t he home to greet you then? With a strange feeling in your stomach you park your car, grab your bags and drag them with you to the door.

You let yourself in and somehow manage to get to the kitchen were it was also completely dark. You turn the lights on, turn around and notice a present that Grayson had left you.

A beautiful bouquet of flowers was standing in a vase and a red, plastic box was placed on the kitchen table. With a goofy smile you walk towards it and see a small note hidden between the roses, which said:

I missed you like crazy, Y/N. I bought something for you (it’s in the box). Put it on and go upstairs. It’s time to celebrate.

Your cheeks heat up when you open the box. Your mouth drops at the sight of the present. Grayson had bought he most gorgeous pair of lingerie for you. You adored that he exactly knew what you liked. It was totally made out of lace and covered with lila coloured flowers.

You quickly put it on and are stunned at how Grayson knew your exact size. You didn’t know how he discovered that; maybe he just seeked through your underwear drawer.

But anyway, you thought it looked gorgeous on yourself. Just like any other girl you were sometimes insecure about your body, but oh boy, how you felt sexy you in this.

You leave your clothes and stuff for what they are, tuck your hair behind your ears, take a deep breath and try to calm your damn nevers. Why were you feeling nervous but excited at the same time? Maybe it was just because you hadn’t seen him in such a long time and you were a little tired from traveling all day.

You go upstairs and when you arrive on the first floor you see rose petals leading to the bedroom. You hold your step and when you listen closely, you hear soft music playing, coming from the bedroom. Your favourite song, Earned It by The Weeknd was playing. On your tippy toes you walk to the door and slowly open it.

(I very highly recommend you listen to this song if you continue to read this! In my opinon it makes reading it more enjoyable.)

As you enter the room you finally see the man of your dreams; Grayson Dolan. He was wearing nothing but only some boxershorts and just the sight of his biceps, pretty face, fluffy hair and pasty thighs made your heart beat faster.

He was just laying casually on the bed, looking like an angel as always. You had almost forgotton how handsome he was and feel suddenly extremely thankful that you had such a beautiful human in your life.

‘Y/N,’ is the only thing he says. His face brightens and he shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he couldn’t believe you were finally here. He quickly gets up and almost runs up to you. He lifts you up and swings you around like you weigh as much as a feather.

You wrap your arms around his neck while he spins you through the room, your heart swelling from joy. You giggle and when Grayson puts you down he stares at you like it’s the first time he sees you.

‘God, I missed you so much, Y/N. You have no idea how much I thought about going to Florida to come and pick you up. I thought I was going insane.’ You chuckle. ‘I missed you too, baby. I’m happy to be back.’

Grayson cups your cheeks and leans in to kiss you gently. The taste of his lips was so heavenly that you eagery press your body closer to his, wanting to taste and have all of him.

Your hands trail up and down his body to feel every muscle and every place on his skin you had missed while you were away. Was it just your imagination or were his arms even bigger than they were two weeks ago?

It felt like you could go on for hours, but Grayson eventually takes a step back. He locks eyes with you again and bites his lips. ‘What are you thinking?’ you ask quietly.

There is a moment of silence and you could feel the attraction like a magnet; the electricity was almost touchable and it was pulling Grayson and you towards each other.

‘Turn around,’ Grayson responds in a deep voice. It takes a moment before you notice the strict tone in his voice, something he always had when was in the mood. He wanted you. You could sense his arousement and his craving.

You do as he says and when you face the wall, Grayson puts his hands on your hips and puts his chin on your shoulder. When his breath hits your cold skin you shudder slightly. He was turning you on.

‘I missed you so much… Do you know how much I missed you, baby?’ His voice was thick of lust and you swallow the rock in your throat. ‘N-No…’  

'Then I guess I’m going to have to show you, right?’ Grayson’s hands start to run up and down your thighs and your arms, and you gasp loudly when he gives your breasts a firm squeeze. 'Gray-’ you say, but he hushes you. 'Sshh… Tonight you can call me daddy.’

Your eyes grow wider and you were glad Grayson stood behind you so he couldn’t see you smiling like a goof. He had never spoken dirty to you like this, but hey, you weren’t complaining.

While one hand went back to your hip, the fingers of the other one began to draw tiny circles on your stomach, slowly trailing down to just above the waistline of your panties.

You held your breath in suspense, feeling a sudden heat between your inner thighs. He plays with the waistline of your panties, playfully tucking at it and you know he was teasing you.

'Grayson,’ you warn him. You feel Grayson’s cheeks become rounder and turning into a smile against the side of your face. 'Patience, baby.’ His lips grazed the skin of your shoulders and neck, making you feel all warm and tingly.

Of course you were enjoying every moment of this, but the fact that he was teasing the fuck out of you made the situation almost unbearable. You had been craving his body for two weeks; the only thing you wanted now was him to touch you. 'Grayson, please.’

His hands trail to the waistline of your panties again and finally his hand find it’s way in it. His hand is so close to the place where you really needed him right now, but he doesn’t touch you anywhere. Not yet. His warmth makes the heat grow heavier and you almost couldn’t take it anymore. He was irresistible.

Your panties were soaked and Grayson could feel that as well. 'So wet for me already… And we haven’t even started yet,’ he chuckled softly. Oh, how he was loving the power he had over you. He knew you were complete putty in his hands, and tonight wasn’t different.

You gasp for air when he finally stroked a finger against your clit, carefully feeling you between your slicked folds. You arch your back, but Grayson saw it coming and is able to hold you back, pressing you hard against his bare chest.
He runs two fingers up and down your folds. You breathe in sharply and close your eyes. 'Oh. Oh… Daddy…’

Grayson growled and he slowly pushed two fingers inside of you. You would have fallen over if Grayson didn’t pressed his hands to your waist, being determined to make you feel amazing tonight.

'Oh baby, I’m going to make you come so hard. You have no idea,’ he whispers into your ear as he starts to pump faster. His voice was deep and husky and didn’t sound like the usual. He was really loving this daddy-thing. And you were too.

A burning sensation was developing between your legs and you feel a familiar knot in the pit of your stomach. You knew you were slowly reaching an orgasm. 'Daddy… I’m close,’ you cry out.

You throw your head back over his shoulder as your legs start to shake uncontrollable. Just at that exact moment Grayson decides to stop and take his fingers out.

'Grayson!’ you whine, feeling frustrated. He was teasing the flying fuck out of you. 'You’re not coming until I say so. You have to beg for it, baby.’ You felt Grayson’s erection poke your ass. 'Daddy, please. I want you so bad. I need you,’ you begged, playing along.

Grayson growled approvingly while one hand went to your panties and he slips two fingers back again, dipping them inside with a practiced ease. You buck your hips upward to meet his movement, soft moans escaping your mouth. You hear Grayson grinning; he knew very well he was driving you wild.

His fingers stroked against your folds, your walls tightening around them. 'Oh… Gray,’ you moan in pleasure, eyes closed again. You moan even louder when he starts picking up the speed, his thumb vigorously rubbing circles on your clit.

'You’re close,’ he whispered into your ear, breathing heavily. He knew your body so well that he could feel it when you were close to reaching your climax. 'Yes, daddy,’ you whisper, your breath unsteady. You were losing it, and it was a complete mystery how you were still standing up straight.

Grayson’s tight grip on your waist was the support you needed at this moment. 'Say my name, baby. Say it,’ Grayson demanded. Your body wanted to twitch, but Grayson was still capable to hold you as still as possible, making sure you received the most pleasure as possible. 'Fuck. Daddy!’

Grayson curls his fingers and you squeal loudly; the heavenly sensation bursting and sending fire through your veins, which made your legs and hands tremble. Embarrassing moans were leaving your mouth, but you couldn’t help it. He was touching you just right.

Not that it was a surprise, though; he knew all your weak spots like the back of his hand. You dug your nails into Grayson’s arms and bite your lip, trying to contain the pleasure this boy was giving you.

Grayson curls his rough fingers even further, touching the almost impossible nerve to reach; and that was it for you; you come completely and totally undone. 'Yes… Just like that. Good girl,’ he praises you.

Your vision went white for a few seconds before the amazing sensation slowly faded away, leaving your core sensitive. Grayson kept gently stroking your inner walls until the last wave of your orgasm had ebbed way.

You sigh deeply, feeling content and deeply in love. After a minute of trying to get yourself together while Grayson kissed the crook of your neck, you turn around to meet his dark eyes.

'I love you so much, Gray,’ you say happily, smiling at him. Grayson’s lips curl into a big smile as his hands stroked your back. 'I love you too, princess. You look by the way incredibly sexy in that. Even better than I had imagined it.’

Your heart flutters at his sweet words. 'Thank you.’ You giggle when Grayson lifts you up and carries you to the bed. 'Now let’s really get started.’

Yuuri took pity of how hard it was for Victor to process everything right then.

He explained gently:

“You’re my husband, we’re getting married.”

“How…” Victor began weakly and gulped. “Oh my god, how did I do that?”

Victor coming off painkillers after a bump on the head. He doesn’t recognise Yuuri and asks who the angel in his room is.  Silly, fluff one-shot.

Inspired of course by that video of a man not recognizing his wife while coming round from his surgery, and the many, many fic prompts that has generated.

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All His - Part 2 (A Kyungsoo Series)

Genre: Fluff / Future Smut

Characters: You X Kyungsoo

Description: You are hired as an interpreter for a tour in Europe where you join forces with EXO and soon grow closer to one member in particular, Do Kyungsoo.

All His - part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

“But Kyungsoo?” You broke the silence that had settled over the car with a sudden realization, and you worked up the nerve for at least ten whole minutes before you even dared to speak.

“Hmm?” He turned to look at you with his eyebrows lifted and his lips pulled inside his mouth between his teeth and you had to quickly look away from him, opting to check your rear view menu instead of look at his face. Now that you’d actually gotten his attention you felt your words stick a bit in your throat.

“Umm..” you spoke lamely with a wince at your own nerves, “D-Do I look okay for such a fancy restaurant?”

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Black and White (Part 2)

Dean is a mechanic, running an illegal chop shop on the side to pay for his baby brother’s college tuition. Castiel is a local photojournalist who just so happens to catch Dean on film stealing a car.

Dean convinces Cas not to turn him in, and sparks fly.

But what happens when Cas appears to be involved with a rival group?

Can Dean trust him at all? Or does Cas already know enough to ruin him?

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Word Count: 2550

Warnings: None yet

A/N: Feedback appreciated! This is an AU that’s a little different, so I hope y’all enjoy this one!

“Not much to explain,” Dean shrugs.

“Who are you?” Cas blurts out, eyes widening like he didn’t mean to say it quite so loudly. “I mean, what do you do? Why were you stealing that car?”

Dean should stop this right now. Should make up some lie, or threaten Cas into silence. But he can’t find the heart to do either. Somehow, he finds a vague version of the actual truth coming out of his own mouth. “I told you already. I’m a mechanic. You saw my garage. And I was…uh, I was taking that car because I needed it.”

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The 16th of June 2016 marks 2 years since I had top surgery with Dr Andrew Yelland in Brighton.

I am SO happy with how my chest has healed. Although looking at these photos, what stands out most to me is how much I have changed! I am now just over 3.5 years on T and can’t believe how much younger I look in the first photo. I had hardly any hair on my slim face…I think my head is generally bigger and more square shaped now (?)… I’m definitely looking more like a young man in his twenties these days and am proud to have sprouted more hairs on my chest :) 

I am quite shocked by how much swelling appears to have reduced in the second set of photos. I had no idea it could take this long for swelling to go down but there’s a HUGE difference in the appearance of my chest now. For a while I’d thought it was fat that was left over but as you can see, it’s all gone!

A year has made so much difference. 

A Higher Education PT.3

Summary: Shawn and yourself are best friends at University. 

Word Count: 6,903

A/U: Enjoy yall! 

Your name: submit What is this?

Over the course of the following weeks, things were getting worse. I began to second guess myself with Shawn on almost everything. I’d ask myself almost every time if I was just being friendly or if I was flirting. Growing more unsure I felt the line of my friendship and my feelings beginning to blur. The more I grew unsure the more uncomfortable and tense I grew around Shawn, he had probably had no idea of this tension and never picked up on how I was feeling but that was because I was hiding it well. Nevertheless, there was a new wedge in our relationship and I had created it unintentionally.

It didn’t help either that Shawn and Lindsey’s relationship was slowly blossoming.

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So, an idea or theory or whatever. I never post any of my thoughts here, but hey, here goes nothing - (potential spoilers ahead)

Lup could be Taako’s sister?

-A swelling feeling in his heart upon hearing her voice. Taako is gay as hell, so any past female lovers are immediately off the table, leaving an open room for…family, maybe? It must be someone he clearly cared about a lot.

- The umbrastaff which belonged to Lup and is very closely connected to her, only wants to be used by Taako. (refusing to be held by Magnus in that one scene where they land in the trees)

-Only he could hear her voice when using the spell for telepathy. Which makes sense because he was the caster but I like to believe that it also has an emotional meaning???

-Taako and ChaLUPa. Goddamn it, Griffin. If this doesn’t sound like a Griffin thing to do, then I don’t fucking know. I mean, the whole campaign is a big vore joke, so anything ever is possible…

And that’s that. My thoughts. I dunno, just leaving this here. Maybe someone agrees or has more points to add????

Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part VI)

Part VI – “My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder”


She didn’t come back after that night – I knew she had gone back to Boston, to take control over her life. I waited. The phone never rang to give me news or an explanation, inexplicably silent even though I was certain she could find the number had she wished to. And I waited. My mailbox was painfully empty every day, while I dreamt of letters touched by her fingers, read aloud by her warm voice. And yet I waited.

I waited because I had no choice – I was meant to wait for her. Our lives were inextricably connected, vessels adrift on the sea with an intended destination written in the stars. I had tried to forget her before, to live pretending I wasn’t waiting – and that had hurt more than the hours I spent awake at night, looking at the spot where she once had laid by my side. But there was that small fraction of time, that heartbeat, just before I opened my eyes in the morning, where everything was possible – and I was happy.

Sometimes I would catch myself checking the weather in Boston, wanting to know if she could see the stars in clear skies – at least I could share that proximity with her. I wondered if she had drank coffee, dark and strong, while her eyes were still half-shut. If she had decided on a specialty yet. That was better than wondering about her marriage – every time I turned my thoughts to Frank, the idea of her being touched by him brought me to a blinding state of anger and fear. I would go outside in those occasions to run, as fast as I could for as long as I was able, until I had fled myself and was somewhat free.

I enjoyed teaching and found great solace in my students, curious and lively little fiends, always looking for trouble. I dedicated myself to the task of keeping their spirits sharp and their curiosity burning.

I had my old friends, with whom I shared whiskey glasses and laughs at the pub – keeping a respectful distance from the place I knew Laoghaire still frequented. They kept me grounded, even with their crudes jokes about my bachelor status. While I was laughing, it was easier to wait – I could almost push Claire to the back of my mind, where she would curl and sleep, satisfied.

Saturday was born in blazing glory, sun shining high in a cloudless sky like a treasure’s coin. I accepted the chance to spend the morning exploring the paths at Arthur’s Seat, pushing myself to the limit. I reached the summit with a delicious pain at each breath intake, the air fresh like crushed mint, filling my chest with the pulse of life.

Back at my apartment, I made plans to shower and spend a lazy afternoon reading and napping on the couch, while I stripped off my sweaty t-shirt, heading towards the bathroom.

That’s when the doorbell rang.

I opened it without thinking twice, expecting perhaps to see Angus or Willie, swinging by to challenge me to watch a rugby match or play a chess game.

Her hair was a bit shorter than the last time I had seen her, framing a face that was slightly flushed from sunlight and anticipation. She was wearing a white sundress and I realized I had been wrong – my memories would never be more than a pale comparison to the woman who stood before me. Her arms were bare, with no visible marks, her flawless skin resembling a painting.

“May I come in?” Claire asked softly, her eyes quickly tracing the lines of my exposed chest before she looked at my face, expectant.

“Of course.” I moved to the side, allowing her in. I brushed my hair with nervous fingers, desperately looking for an old t-shirt to dress. Eventually, I settled for the one I had been wearing, smelling faintly of sweat and crushed leaves.

“I wanted to come sooner.” She swallowed hard. “I’ve been in Scotland for a couple of days, but had to take care of some papers to start my surgical residency here and find somewhere to stay permanently.” Claire searched my eyes. “I’m moving back to Scotland.”

“Aye.” I said in a husky voice. “I’m glad to see ye, Claire.”

“I’m glad to see you too, Jamie.” She smiled, more confident. “These past two years, I -“

“Ye dinna have to explain anything to me.” I interrupted, feeling strangely hollow, fighting against anger which came with a sense of relief.

“I think I do.” Claire insisted, stepping closer to me. “I want you to know that I heard you, Jamie. I didn’t want to make promises until I truly meant them. I had to finish school and decide what I really wanted for my life.”

“And did ye?” I croaked, folding my arms in a defensive gesture, pre-emptively shielding myself from bad news.

“Yes.” She whispered. In that moment she reached out with her hand, offering it to me with her palm down – naked. Her wedding ring gone. “I divorced Frank more than a year ago – and never lived with him again after I was here.” Claire searched his eyes. “With you.”

“Then why did ye never wrote or called?” I asked, hurt creeping into my words. “Why did ye waited two years to show up again?”

“I had to be worthy of you.” Claire said simply, twisting her hands – her fingers touching the ghost of the ring that once had been there. “I had to make sure I was coming because it was the right thing – not because I was wrecked. You offered me everything and I wanted to have something to give back.”

“I missed ye.” I admitted in a whisper, as her hand touched my cheek – I closed my eyes, surrendering to her caress. “A Dhia, I thought I’d go mad with the idea of never seeing ye again.”

“I missed you too.” She gasped, her body so close to mine I could feel the swell of her breasts, the compelling heat coming from her skin. “I haven’t realized I could barely breathe until now.”

“Are ye here to stay then?” I asked serious, our eyes locking. We were gently swaying along some music we could both listen, too eager to stand still, too afraid to finally meet in quietness. “Because if ye’re not…”

She silenced me with her trembling fingers, touching my mouth, learning the shape of my lips. I almost moaned with the pleasure of her touch, so sincere and tender.

“I’m here to stay.” Claire assured me, tracing the line of my chin, where stubble prickled. “If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll have ye in any way I can.” I whispered, my voice almost breaking with emotion – and yet, stronger than ever before. “Always.”

“Jamie…” She sighed with a smile, her forehead leaning against mine. “May I kiss you?” I realized she didn’t wish to rob me another kiss, a thief taking something precious, covered in the night’s cloak.

“I thought ye’d never ask.” I gave her a lopsided smile and our lips finally met, a kiss eighteen years in the making, hesitant at first and then all-consuming.

We spent the afternoon discovering each other, laying in the living room’s rug, slowly and languidly displacing clothes in order to kiss another inch of skin, to draw shapes of desire with our fingertips.

I opened the first buttons of her dress, tracing with my tongue the curve of her breasts; she insinuated her hands on my shorts, caressing the fine copper hairs of my thighs. I nuzzled her neck, softly biting her until she moaned, so I could reward her with a soothing flicker of my tongue. She laughed and playfully clawed my back, making sure I too would wear medals of our war, marks of the victor. I marvelled with the roundness of her arse and the feel of her swollen lips, battered with kisses, ever-wanting. I was mightily aroused – that much was evident to us both – and yet I didn’t move to enter her. I didn’t wish to precipitate the voyage we had started together, to hasten something that would come naturally to us, as each one of our meetings through life had. I would finally get a lifetime of her and planned to savour each small conquest.

“Are ye hungry?” I asked eventually, kissing her shoulder. She looked dishevelled and wanton, pure lust and love in the shape of a woman – I’d never seen her more beautiful or desirable.

“I’m starved.” She laughed, nuzzling the hollow of my chest one final time. “Will you feed me then?”

“Ach, I’m too knackered to cook.” I admitted, playing with her curls – already sorely missing her lips on mine. “But there’s a fantastic Mexican place nearby – I’ll buy ye dinner.”

“If you’re planning to intoxicate me with Margaritas,” Claire sat up and started to compose her clothes. “I have to say it’ll probably work like a charm.”

We left the house walking hand in hand, like two loved up teenagers, giggling and teasing each other. I’d pull her against me once in a while to kiss her again, to the general amusement and surprise of people around us. I didn’t know such happiness was possible – I felt my chest so full that no space was left for regret or doubt.

We were talking about plans to spend Sunday together, when we heard the commotion. A loud crash, someone screaming – the air was thick with tension, harder to breathe in. I felt Claire gripping my hand one final time before she let go, prepared to face what was certainly coming around the corner.

A man with a black ski mask emerged from the sizable jewellery store, which had imposing diamond rings and golden necklaces peeking through the window displays. He carried a dark sports bag at his shoulder and in one hand sported a menacing revolver, while the other grabbed a shrieking shopkeeper by the hair. Blood dripped from the side of her head, where she had probably been pistol-whipped, her eyes blank with shock.

An alarm went off inside the store, an unnerving sound that made me shiver, the hairs on my arms erecting in fear.

The robber shouted something – a car was waiting near the curb, another masked man inside it. He forcefully pushed the woman against the sidewalk, her head bumping against the edge with a nauseating sound of crushed eggshells.

I think I screamed, trying to stop Claire from moving – I knew she would go. She had healed me times enough for me to know that she wasn’t capable of witnessing suffering without trying to interfere.

It happened in a second and yet I saw it in slow motion – how she kneeled next to the woman, trying to stabilize her neck, to evaluate her wounds, calling for her with the lips I just had kissed moments before. The man in the ski masked turned and looked at her, laughing at the sight of her unfruitful gestures – she held his gaze in defiance, insulting him with her sharp tongue.

I was already screaming before it happened – I could see it so clearly and yet I was powerless to stop it. The gunshot that announced the ending, loudest even than my heart breaking.

I ran to her, trying to catch her before she fell on her back. For a moment I thought he had missed her – but a drop of red appeared on the white of her dress, spreading quickly across her belly like a net of poison, a cloud of blood drenching the fabric.

She looked at me with her eyes wide open in painful shock. I sobbed and cried for help, trying to keep her with me through a stupor of despair, my hands pressing the wound as my heart’s blood left her body.

“Jamie.” Claire whispered weakly, searching my eyes. And I started to pray, as sirens wept around me.

Note: I know it’s angsty but - hey- it’s canon! :D

Just Say It

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Word count: 3k

Summary: You and Yoongi are stuck babysitting 

Originally posted by butterflyguk

A shrill scream erupted in the small apartment. Jarring and incredibly harsh, the noise pierced my ear drum and drew me away from the manuscript I was editing to find my boyfriend’s dog jetting down the hall to avoid the grabby hands of the two-year-old that was hot on his tail. She screamed happily again, two lop-sided pig tails bouncing along with her as she turned the corner into my bedroom.

“Sol! Leave Holly alone!” I ordered throwing myself out of the chair to chase after the reckless child.

In the bedroom, I found the girl struggling to crawl under the bed, her little legs kicking behind her pathetically. I reached for her and pulled her out, another scream emerging until I had her in my arms. She struggled trying to make me drop her, but I wrapped her tightly in my grip until she stopped wiggling.

“I want to play with the doggy!” she whined.

“Not under the bed,” I replied.

I carried her out of the room leaving poor Holly to cower under the bed where he often disappeared to when Sol was around. He had been more courageous early in the day because she was sick and hardly moving, but when afternoon came the poor thing had to run for his life. I only hoped he’d stay down there until his dad came home, then maybe I’d be able to get some work done.

“You’re mean to me!” she grumbled when I plopped her down on the couch where she had spent most of her morning.

Toys laid in messy heaps around her, her blanket a crumpled mess in the farthest corner. I had given her my tablet to watch cartoons on when she had woken from a fitful nap, but she had seemed to have grown bored with them. Now I scooped the tablet up and extended it to her, a mindless game set and ready for her to play. She squealed seemingly forgetting that I was the worst person in existence as she took it. I only chuckled at her change in attitude and went back to work.

She had arrived at seven in the morning nestled in her father’s arms with a low fever, a runny nose, and a painful cough. Her dad, one of my boyfriend’s closest friends and an only father, had begged me to watch her for the day while he was at work and even though I reassured him that she would be fine, I felt the same anxious worry when she slept through the morning with only small coughs to interrupt the silence.  She was strong, though, and by noon was feeling well enough to chase poor Holly around the apartment. Even though it made it harder to work, I was so grateful to see her bounding around with energy.

“Holly’s not gonna like you anymore if you keep chasing him like that,” I teased, eyeing her over my shoulder for just a moment.

Sol’s bright eyes looked at me fleetingly; her little fingers tapping tapping tapping the screen of the tablet as violently as she could, as if hurting it would hurt me. I chuckled a little, watching her face scrunch up at the sound and couldn’t help how much she reminded me of her father.

Like Hoseok, little Sol was a bright bundle of sunshine that made anyone smile just by looking at her. She laughed at almost everything and never let anyone bring her down. She had an attitude though, and an air of charisma that was hard to miss. She was the carbon copy of her father and for that I was happy. The world always needed more Hoseoks.

I decided to leave her be and returned to my work trying to remember what I was doing before Holly’s misadventure. The manuscript I was reading was a medical drama that was filled with chaos, petty fighting, and a smidge of medical terminology to remind the reader that the characters were, in fact, trained surgeons. Reading and re-reading three pages gave me no indicator of where I was and I knew I was about to lose the fragile quiet in the apartment when I heard the lock turning on the front door, aware that Sol’s favorite uncle was about to enter the room.

“Uncle Yoongi!” she screamed happily and I turned just in time to see her scramble off the couch, her tiny legs struggling to reach the floor.

Yoongi stepped into the apartment with a bright smile directed at the little girl scampering towards him as he slipped out of his shoes. He threw his arms out and crouched down just in time to catch her, her own little arms wrapping tightly around his neck as she squealed again. Yoongi’s gummy smile appeared front and center on that gorgeous face of his. He was happiest when he could come home after a long day and see his favorite niece, especially when he got to hold her in his arms.

“Who let this little mouse into the apartment?” He said in a childish tone that entertained Sol to no end.

“Uncle Yoongi I’m not a mouse!” Sol screeched.

Yoongi laughed at the little girl in his arms and scrunched up his face. “A bunny then?”

“No! That’s Uncle Kookie!” she whined. “I’m Sol!”

“Sol?” he squinted in confusion. “What’s Sol doing here? This isn’t her house!”

“My daddy brought me because I was sick.” She gave a small sniffle for effect.

The attempt made Yoongi laugh. “You don’t look sick!”

“I am! I’ve been very sick!” She declared then graced me with her stare as she demanded: “Tell him!”

“Hey,” Yoongi tapped her head with his nose, “Is that any way to speak to someone older than you?”

Sol wasn’t looking at me but I knew the pout she gave Yoongi at the scolding. I pushed myself out of my chair and approached the two, trying to keep my calm when all I wanted was to be in his arms, too. “She’s mad because I didn’t let her chase Holly under the bed.”

Yoongi mimicked Sol’s pout. “Were you being mean to Holly again?”

“I just wanted to play!” she defended.

“Play? You’re supposed to be sick!”

“I am I am I am!”

“Why don’t you look sick then?”

Her eyes twinkled. “Because you’re here, Uncle Yoongi!”

“Am I the perfect medicine then?” Sol and I both made a similar face of disgust and Sol shook her head at Yoongi’s affectionate gummy smile. He looked between the both of us as if waiting for us to get the joke, before finally scrunching up his face too. “You’re right, that was corny.”  

I laughed. “You sounded like Jin.”

Sol frowned. “You sounded like dad.”

“Last time I try to be funny,” he pouted shuffling his way towards the toy-strewn couch.

I watched him carry the small girl and hid my smirk as he complained about all the toys and seriously, Sol, why is this one doll nearly headless? The light giggle that came from her warmed my heart. The tug at Yoongi’s lips showed that it warmed his, too. He cleared a space for both and plopped down, a pleased sigh leaving his lips as his tired body sank into the cushions.

“Hoseok didn’t leave with you?” I asked making my way back to my chair.

“He was staying at the studio for a while longer,” Yoongi replied distractedly paying attention to another toy Sol had picked up to show him. “Should be here in another hour or two.”

I smiled. “Lot of work?”

Yoongi eyed me. “Not as much as you.”

“Someone’s been keeping me busy.”

He looked between me and Sol for a minute before he scooped the girl into his arms and nestled his nose into her hair. She laughed and screamed, two things she seemed to always be doing, before Yoongi pulled away.

“Sol, why don’t we watch a movie?” he asked the small girl then looked up to me with a hint of a smile. “Let’s send the meanie into the room so we aren’t bothered, ok?”

Sol happily agreed and so did I, thankful for Yoongi and his ability to distract her with colorful things.

I gathered my stuff and carried them off into the room where Holly had found himself nestled in the pillows just far enough from the door to make a quick get-away. He relaxed more comfortably when I closed the door behind me and sat next to him, his tiny body snuggling up right next to mine. I could hear Yoongi and Sol deciding what to watch from the other room.

It was adorable how quickly Yoongi softened for her. Ever since the day she was born, he had been enamored with her, often refusing to return her to her rightful father until Hoseok threatened to take away his Sol privileges. He was just as protective, too, and just as anxious and nervous when she was sick. I had to fight with both men when Sol was dropped off in the morning, encouraging them to go to work because Sol would be in good hands. Only because it was me, they said, and I teased them throughout the day for it.

Finally able to work, I managed to get through more than half of the manuscript before my eyes started aching from staring at the screen. Holly had scampered off to his bed and remained there when I opened the bedroom door. I made my way into the living room stretching and groaning and found my boyfriend passed out on the couch with Sol nestled softly against his chest. The sight gave me pause, a smile tugging at my lips as I admired them both imagining that, for just a moment, Yoongi was holding our own little girl in his arms as they both watched TV.

The thought made my heart swell anxiously, a feeling I had pushed away more than once. I wondered how Yoongi would act with a child of his own. If his interactions with Sol were any indicator, Yoongi would make an amazing and caring father. He would entertain all ideas his child had, would do anything in his power to make them happy. He would treat them like they were royalty making sure that they felt loved every day. They would be everything to him.

And they would make him so happy.

The sound of a knock made all three of us jump, Yoongi and Sol dragged from their comfortable sleep. I opened the door and found a tired Hoseok already moving his body into the apartment before I even had a chance to say hello. He didn’t even bother to kick off his shoes as he b-lined straight for his little girl who was extending her arms up to him sleepily.

“How’s my baby girl feeling?” he cooed when he finally had her in his arms.

“I was sleeping,” she murmured.

“Dad’s sorry he had to wake you up, but it’s time to go home,” he said softly.

Yoongi began gathering Sol’s stuff in the backpack she had come with and handed Hoseok her blanket for him to wrap her up in. Sol had her head nestled on her father’s shoulder comfortably falling back asleep as the two men worked. I went into the kitchen and grabbed the medicine he had brought and returned to the living room to find Hoseok nearly out the door. He returned, a sheepish smile gracing his lips as I slipped the medicine into the backpack he carried.

“Thank you so much,” he sighed as he stepped out. “Seriously, I owe you my life.”

“Lunch will work,” I laughed and waved goodbye at the sleepy girl I adored.

“Bye bye,” she murmured as Hoseok carried her away.

Shutting the door, I sighed and allowed my body to relax in the quiet peacefulness. Arms wrapped themselves around me, a nose pressed into the crook of my neck, and soft lips smoothed over the spot just below my ear. I sunk into Yoongi’s embrace.

“Hi,” he whispered.

I laughed and turned in his arms throwing my own arms around his neck to drag him closer for a proper kiss. Gently, I pressed against him happy to feel his lips eagerly moving with mine but felt an urgency when his hands slowly dipped under the hem of my shirt to run feather touches up my spine. I tilted my head just so bringing the kiss much deeper, but he pulled away just before the fun began.

“Why were you staring at us?” he questioned with a light in his heavy-lidded eyes.

“I wasn’t staring.” I tried ending the conversation with another kiss, but he backed away again.

“I saw you staring at us,” He laughed. “You were day dreaming so you didn’t notice, but I saw you.”

The blush crept up my cheeks before I could stop it. I didn’t want to tell Yoongi what I had been thinking about when I saw him holding Sol like that. We had talked about having kids, sure, but it never made it past a few jokes about how bad we would be as parents. I was embarrassed to bring it up now.

To my surprise, Yoongi kissed my reddened cheeks, one after the other while his touch returned feather light up and down my spine. “Please tell me.”

I bit my lip, his words melting my resolve, and I let my hands glide over the buttons of his white shirt to keep them from fidgeting.

“I was thinking about you holding our baby.”

His movements stammered to a halt until he dropped his arms to his sides leaving me completely open for him. I kept my head down, too nervous to look up.

“What?” his voice deepened.

The blood rushed higher until I felt it touching my hairline while my heart hammered away in my chest. I never liked talking about these things; I always felt too open, too vulnerable. But it was Yoongi. It was my Yoongi. I pressed my forehead against his chest.

“I’m sorry I just-“ I stammered through suffocating breaths. “I don’t know. You’re so sweet with Sol and you love her so much. I was just wondering what you would be like with a baby of your own.”

The lack of a response had me regretting every word. He remained perfectly still under me with his arms held tightly against his body. If it weren’t for the vicious sound of his beating heart, I would have worried he’d turned to stone.

After a minute, his hands softly wrapped around my arms and pulled me away from him. His expression was stoic, but I could tell from the energy in his eyes that he was on the verge of combusting. I just didn’t know from what.

“Really?” he muttered, his voice hoarse.

I turned my gaze to the ceiling. “I know, it’s lame.”

“It’s not lame.” Carefully, he brushed his thumb across my chin and pulled my face back down to meet his gaze. He was still on pinpricks, but his expression was warm. “Babe, you know I want kids. I want our kids. But we both need to be ready for that before we take that step.”

His silent words were still heard. I was always the one who wasn’t ready. I thought again of how happy Yoongi looked when he came home, how excited he had been to see Sol running to him with open arms. But in my mind, happy Sol was replaced with a more petite girl grinning up with the exact same mischievous smile I saw on Yoongi all the time.

“We’re financially stable, right?”

His eyes brows pulled together. “I-I think so.”

“And we love each other.” I shrugged. “I mean we’re not married, but that’s just because we don’t see the point.”

He squinted curiously. “Right.”

“But we could get married, if we needed to.”

A smile began to form.


“I mean, a kid’s not a total buzz kill,” I muttered. His arms snuck around my waist. “Hoseok’s still pretty cool.”

“The coolest.” It was a full-blown grin now.

I resisted the urge to attack him with kisses again very aware that I needed to say this before I chickened out. “Our kid would be the best.”

He pressed his lips against my neck right above the frantic pulsing of my heart. He gave a soft nibble then moved to press his lips just above my ear.

“Would you please just say it.” His voice was hoarse again.

I took a minute to compose myself and pulled away from him. If I was going to say this, I was damn well going to be making eye contact while I did. The anxious feeling took over again, but I let it sit in my chest until it felt more like excitement.

I smiled and nodded. “I think I’m ready.”

“Oh, fuck, finally.”

He pushed me until my back hit the door and devoured every breath I had with his desperate mouth. My hands burned to touch every inch of his body that I could reach, my head clamoring with how right everything now felt. I was Yoongi’s and Yoongi was mine. It had been pointless to postpone this for so long.

He broke away and clawed at the hem of my shirt, but stopped himself before getting it off. Eyeing me through his bangs, his lips tugged up in an endearing smile. “I love you.”

I didn’t have to say it back, because he already knew.

heart: sirius black

It was Valentines Day and all you wanted to do was show Sirius how much you appreciated him as your boyfriend. Lily thought it was a fantastic idea to charm hearts whenever he said your name, or mentioned you in a conversation. A prank, maybe, but it made your heart swell with complete and utter joy whenever you happened to be near him.

“And Y/N was like-” Sirius whispered to James, but was abruptly stopped by confetti like hearts surrounding his face.

“What is this nonsense?” Ms Mcgonagall quipped, a stern eye staring down at Sirius.

“I swear I didn’t do it,” he tries to reason but she dismisses his talking with a sway of her hand, continuing on with her lesson. He could hear whispering and looked behind him to see it was Y/N and Lily, a hint of rose pink settled on your cheeks.

“You’ve got quite a girl there, Padfoot,” James chuckled, slapping his shoulder in a jokingly matter.

Throughout the day, he would hear giggles from students who saw the hearts circling him. It wasn’t a surprise that he talked about you everyday but now he had every reason to because you put this charm on him and he wasn’t sure whether or not to be angry at you or love you even more.

He was, what one could explain, sauntering down the corridor to Potions, and was as late as ever. But he didn’t seem to care. A charmed note descended down to his polished shoes and confused, he bent down at the knees to take a closer look at it. It was in your handwriting, the loop of the ‘y’ giving it away.

Sirius, meet me at the Astronomy tower at 6, it read, a heart on all four corners of the note. It was cheesy and overly sweet but it was you, he was thinking about after all and he loved everything about you.

Y/N was looking out at the stars that just began their show, dazzling in the midnight blue sky. Sirius watched her intently, she too was like a star that shone despite the darkness around her.

“Y'know I think you’re absolutely ethereal,” Sirius confesses wholeheartedly, the wind blowing through his hair. A shy smile spread across your lips, and you turn around to see the boy you adored so much.

“Happy Valentines Day,” Y/N whispers, your voice like a melody as it flows into his ears.

“You too babe,” he replies, crouching done to kiss your honey-like lips.

“And also I’m going to get you back, this is a warning.”

anonymous asked:

chocobros tries to reach s/o thru the phone, but it won't answer. It's late and they haven't been home yet. As they're about to leave they see s/o about to open the door. They see s/o with black eye and holdin' a bloody tissue to their nose. S/o explain their phone got broken by the attacker and got into a fight. The attack went to jail.

This one was a lot more fun that I should care to admit. Everyone’s imaginations are so amazing! (I hope this is NOT based off a true story Anon!) (,,꒪꒫꒪,,)


“Great just great,.” You muttered to yourself, moving up to the stairs Making it rather difficult considering you had to keep your head back, to stop the flow of blood, and you were certain no amount of smoky eye shadow was going to cover that huge shiner you got.
Dropping what was left of your cellphone in the bush, as you cursed, it was too dark to find it now, and would have to wait until morning.


Only your eyes glanced over to the large receiving room doors as Noctis ran in, his large blue eyes widen in concern.


“Hi Noct.” You called back, keeping your face forward so that Ignis could see to your swollen eye with a dab of potion.  Almost immediately after the incident with that petty assailant outside the castle’s walls, your left eye swelled shut making it rather difficult to see. Luckily Ignis before had cleaned your face and hands of the blood from your nose before the Prince came to meet you.

“What happened, are you okay?” He asked, as Ignis finished up, deeming you fine.

“Thank you, Ignis.” You smile toward the other as he left the room, before turning to your boyfriend who immediately rushed over to your side cuddling up to you. “I’m fine Noctis, apparently someone thought it was a good idea to try and kidnap me. Sorry, I didn’t respond, I accidentally broke my phone in the struggle.”

“But are you okay?”

“I’m fine, I promised, Gladio intervened before anything could happen.” You replied, stroking his head, trying not to show the fear. It actually did frighten you when the man grabbed a hold of you, and placed something over your mouth.  Never had you been more lucky to have Gladio appear and save you.

Noctis pulled back as he cupped your face, as his blue eyes stared directly into yours. Something about the hypnotic gaze, saw through your facade as tears began to fall, followed by sobs, as you clinged to the other, burying your face in his shoulder.

“Noctis, I was so scared.” You cried, against his shoulder, clinging to the front of his jacket. Feeling his hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair as you sobbed harder. You knew that Noctis wasn’t good at showing emotions, but the fact he was trying to comfort you, only seemed to make you cry harder.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t protect you.” He whispered against your hair, pulling you closer still.

“Noctis,” You sobbed, your arms going to wrap around his chest, trying to not look so weak before the man.

You weren’t entirely certain of how long you had been in each other’s embrace, managing to stifle a sniff, as you attempted to dry your eyes with the back of your hands, pulling back from your boyfriend, “I must look a mess.”

Noctis’ hand found your own, “You look fine.”

“You’re just saying that.”

Noctis gave a shrug, as he looked off, “Nah.”

You giggled, at the man attempting to play aloof beside you on the receiving couch. Only for both of your attentions going to the door, as it open again. You immediately jumped off the couch, bowing your head, and performing the best curtsey you could.

“Your majesty!”

“Now, now y/n, it’s fine.” King Regis stated moving into the room, “I wanted to see how you a fairing, I was alerted that you had an altercation out front.”

Your nonswollen eye widen, as you waved your hands, having only met your boyfriend’s father a handful of times, and you looked an absolute mess!  “I’m fine, I assure you, I’ve had worse on hunts.”  Only to be silenced as you felt his hand on your head.

“You’re a very strong one, Y/n.” He smiled, before turning to his son. “Noctis, do ensure that from now on when Y/n is to visit that we have someone come with her in the evenings.”

Noctis gave a groan, as he stood up, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, rolling his eyes at the older man. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Your Highness it isn’t needed, I promise.” You attempt to reason, only for the King to take your hand, placing a kiss to your knuckles, your body heating up, unsure if from embarrassment or shock.

“I would like to know that my future daughter is safe, when neither my son nor myself are able to see that you are.” He smiled, before giving you a wink.

A giggle escaped, as you nodded, “Thank you, Your Highness.”

Regis turned to his son, as he smiled, “Have a nice evening.” He called, before leaving the room.

You turned to your boyfriend with your still swollen eye, “Should we get going?”

Noctis seemed to pout, before stroking your hair, as he lead you from the room. “I think tomorrow I’ll take the day off.”

You couldn’t help but smile, apparently Noctis was upset his Father had beaten him to the punch. Wrapping both your arms around the young man’s arm, hugging it toward your chest, “All right.”


“Promp…” You were cut off, as the blonde quickly engulfed you.

“I was so worried, you didn’t pick up your phone. I called the others, and we were going to go look for you.” He chattered quickly, as you both awkwardly wobbled back into the apartment, the blonde pulling back to cup your face, just now realizing your shiner, and bloody nose. “Y/N, what happened, are you okay?”

You smiled, going to cup his face in return, only to realize your hands were covered in blood as you patted his arm with the back of your hand, “I’m fine, I’m fine, I promise.”

“Are you sure?” He asked leading you into the living room, as he sat you down on the couch.

You smiled softly, “I promise, it only looks a lot worse than it is.”

Prompto nodded as he quickly jumped up from before you, running into the kitchen, returning moments later, holding a bag of ice wrapped in a towel, and a wet rag.  Sitting down on the couch beside you, “Lay here.”

You couldn’t help but follow the gentile instruction, as you rolled to your back, closing your eyes, as the blonde begun to clean your face. You flinched slightly, as he placed the ice on your eye.

“What happened?”

“Some jerk, went after my phone. I was lucky some police officers were coming out the shop next door, but I broke my phone, and can’t get a new one until I get paid.”

Prompto stroked your hair, before tapping your forehead, singling you to get up. Watching him disappear down the hallway, before reappearing with one of his old phones, and by old phones, it was maybe 2 months old, seeing that he always had to have the most up to date technology, and one of his Chocobo plushs, the one named ‘Chuchu’.

“Here you can have this one.” He smiled, as he sat back down, moving your head back to his lap, before handing you Chuchu. “So what did the cops say?”

You cuddled Chuchu to your chest, “I guess he had a bunch of other stolen stuff, so they’re taking him in. I’ll have to go to the courthouse on Monday, and do adult stuff.”

“Want me to come with you?”

“No, they say it’s a quick in and out thing.” You state, almost jumping from your skin as you heard a banging at the door. “What the hell?”

Prompto moved to open the door, as Noctis, Gladiolus, and Ignis, rushed in, only to stop, as they saw you.

“Geez, Prompt, did you call the entire guard?” You laugh, as they all stared at you on the couch, then back to Prompto various expressions of rage. “Since you guys are all here, hungry?” You called, wanting to spare your boyfriend the wrath of the others.


“Y/N, where the hell have you been?”

You scoff, as you shove by the tall man into the house, hand to your nose, not wanting to drip all over the front hall, and prefered in the bathroom so you could at least clean it easier on tile.

“Hey!” Gladiolus called, his heavy footfalls coming after you, as you leaned over the sink, trying to get the bleeding to stop.

You headbutted the asshole, but you shouldn’t have been bleeding this bad,your nose wasn’t even broken!

“Did you hear me, I have been trying to call you for the last…what happened?”

You turned toward the big guy, however your face looked the big guy was not prepared, for the full frontal view as he stared in horror. “Nothing.”

“Y/n.” He called moving you over to the toilet. “Sit down.”

“Gladdy, I got,”


Your butt hit the closed lid, as you watched the man going through the medicine cabinet, pulling out some rubbing alcohol and a cold compress. Grumbling as he dug around in the drawers looking for  something.


“What happened?” He demanded suddenly, as he knelt before you, tilting your head back. “Why didn’t you answer your phone?”

You felt the sting of the cotton ball drenched in alcohol, letting out a hiss, “Some idiot got fresh, so I decked him in the face. Part of the guard noticed me get into a fist fight, before they pulled me off, but I broke my phone when I dropped it, to hit him.”

“Hold this against your eye.” Gladiolus stated, handing you the cold compress.

Doing as you were told, you allowed the large man to finish up his treatment. Watching as he tossed the bloody ball in the garbage, and begun to put things away. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, you had worse wounds when going on hunts and training with the big guy.

“Gladdy,” You begun.

“Where is he?”


“Where’s the asshole?”

You thought for a  moment, remembering what the police officer who had taken your case stated. “I think in the station on fifth, apparently he’s been going around groping girl’s asses all night.”

You immediately regretted the words, as you saw anger flash over the man’s face, as he turned to you, then quickly rushing out the room. Slipping on the bathroom rug, you rushed after him, calling his name repeatedly.

“Gladdy, Gladiolus where are you going!” You yelled, as the man made it toward the front door.

“That fucker, grabbed you!” Gladiolus hissed as he tore open the door.

You quickly rushed forward, forgetting the cold compress, as you grabbed a hold of his large bicep, feeling him drag you against the floor. Like you could stop him, yet still you tried, “Baby, please listen to me, it’s fine. It’s fine!”

“How is it fine, that son of a bitch grabbed you!”

“I know you’re mad, but I promise you…”You grunted digging your heels into the floor boards, “I’m fine.”

Yet you knew your calls fell on deaf ears, as Gladiolus marched toward the door. Releasing his arm, you stomped your foot before loudly barking, “Gladiolus Amicitia!”

This stopped the large guy immediately, watching as he slowly turned to you, only to stare in shock, “Y/n…”

You sniffed, shaking your head, as you glared at the man, “Listen to me you big goof! I’m fine!”

“Babe.” Gladiolus called, as he walked over pulling you to his chest. “I didn’t mean to make you cry.”

“I’m not crying.” You protested, as you hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest. “I’m mad because you won’t listen to me.”

“I just…it makes me worry, when I’m not with you. I know you can handle yourself, it’s just,fuck Babe, please stop crying.”

You rubbed your face against his chest, “I’m not crying.” You repeated, not wanting him to see the tears that had gather at your eyes. Pulling back, as you stared at his chest, only to notice blood smeared around his skin. Blinking in confusion, you stepped back, placing your hand to your nose.

“Are you freakin’ serious!” You bark, as you noticed the blood on your hand

Gladiolus chuckled, as he watched you lean your head back, “Need some help?”

“Yes, please.” You whined, only to gasp as he picked you up in one arm, going back to the bathroom.

“So, was this bare handed or…”

“Bare handed, I used that new move you taught me.” You beam from his arms. “His own mother wouldn’t recognize him.”

“I’ll have to see the work you did on him.”

You grabbed Gladiolus’ face between your hands, “Gladdy, I forbid you from finding this guy! He already got beat up by a girl.”

“Fine, fine….” He chuckled, as you removed your hands. “What’s with the face?”

You cracked a smile, “I may have gotten blood on your face.”

“You are the worse.” He chuckled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “Now let’s get you out those clothes.”


“I meant so you could wash the blood off you.” He stated, as you crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “I mean we’ll see where it leads.”

Rolling your eyes, you allowed the man to take you back to the bathroom to clean you up again.


The moment Ignis saw your face, you noticed the slightly twitch of his mouth, he was worried, but he wasn’t going to show it. The man took you to the kitchen, having you sit down at the table, tilting your head up to avoid any further blood ruining your shirt.


“Head back, love.” The man called, as he ran a warm washcloth over your top lip. “Do you have a headache?”

“No, but Iggy…”

“I assume that you were unable to answer your phone due to this. Care to explain as to what happened.” He asked, finishing with the blood.

You wanted to pout, when Ignis got into one of these moods it was often difficult to get a word in edgewise, “Someone attacked me on the way home, I broke my phone in the scuffle, the police have already dealt with it.”

Ignis made a huffing noise in the back of his throat, before turning to the clock on the stove, “Have you eaten?”

“No?” You  replied, caught off guard as he took your hand, helping you stand, before escorting you to the master bathroom. “Ignis?”

“As it’s so late, I’ll fix you a light dinner.” He stated, running you a bath, “I’ll see if I can save your blouse for you, and keep this to your eye.”

You groaned, putting the cold compress to your eye, you couldn’t be mad, you knew he was worried, but worried Ignis, became extremely strict and almost robotic. “Yes, Iggy.”

Ignis stopped his rummaging with your bath, before turning to you, his eyes soften as he leaned forward pressing a kiss to the side of your face not marked by the bruise, and ice pack, “I apologize my love, it just worries me when anything happens to you.”

“I know Iggy.” You muttered, only to feel his hand brush the hair from your face, making you look up, as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.

“Please relax and get washed. I’ll leave you some pajamas on the bed.” He stated giving you a soft smile, before whisking off out the door, to leave you to soak in peace.

Leave it to Ignis to know what you needed, a nice warm soak released all the tension within your body, allowing yourself 20 minutes to soak in peace. You made the decision to pull yourself from the tub, as you toweled over, returning to the room to see that instead of pajamas laid out, it was one of Ignis’ shirts, his way of providing you comfort.

Stepping for the room, you followed your nose to the kitchen, finding the man, had indeed made you a small soup, and salad so as not to make you feel bloated while going to bed, yet the chef in question had disappeared.

“Ignis? Darling?” You called stepping from the kitchen, in time to hear the front door open.

“Y/n, I had hope to return before you left your bath, was it relaxing enough for you?” He asked, as he lead you to the couch to sit you down, going into the kitchen to get your soup and salad.

“Yes, where did you go?” You asked, as he sat down beside you.

“Just tying up some loose ends.”

You honestly couldn’t say that you were surprised in the paper the next day the same man that attacked you, was on the front page, issuing an official apology to you, as well as community service, and wouldn’t be able to show his face in the city again.

You just couldn’t understand how Ignis managed to get that all done within the span of 20 minutes.

Dream Together (Jumin x MC)

An AU in which before meeting your soulmate, you share dreams with them.

Word Count: 1012

I haven’t got much to say other than I hope you enjoy and have a lovely day! Thank you! 


For as long as Jumin could remember, his life had been…empty in a way.

People surrounded him at every corner and at every change they could, however, their words were void, always only coming to the same, dull conclusion. 

Because it was whatever he agreed with or wanted.

Never was there truth or honesty in their words. 

And as they grew older with him their actions became more and more venomous.

For then he only became an obstacle to the money lying within his wallet. 

However if there was one place he could find solace, it was in his dreams. 

The one place where he could slip from the knots in his head or the people who attempted to only seep into his money. 

Instead, he found something much different. 

It was typically someplace small, stars sparkling overhead the murky night sky. 

And somewhere near, was you. 

The first time he had found you was when he was wandering about curiously, bushes of flowers splattered about. 

“…Hello.” He stepped forward, watching as you looked up from the bushes, your eyes wide and confused. 

You processed for a moment before scrambling to your feet, smiling weakly. “Oh! Hello!” 

“Who are you?” 

“W-Who are you?” You asked, scrunching up your nose. 

His eyes widened, scoffing. “Well-I asked first didn’t I?”

You pursed your lips, folding your arms across your chest. “Oh uh…I’m…I’m MC.” 

“MC…” He said the name back before nodding, reaching out a hand. “I’m Jumin Han.” 

“Wha-” Your gaze grew to the size of saucers, jaw dropping. “L-Like the head of the C & R company! My mom loves your products!” 

“What?” He furrowed his brow. “T-That’s my father.” 

“Really? That’s so cool!” 

“I suppose…” He rubbed his arm uncomfortably, shuffling.

“What’s wrong?” You had asked, leaning forward. “Did I…did I say something?”

“Are you…real?” 

“What? Of course, I am!” You snickered as if it were a silly question. “You’re real aren’t you? I’ve heard about you in some articles and stuff!” 


“Well, your family is pretty famous,” You shrugged. “I think most people have heard about you one way or another.” 

“Are you not famous?”

“What? No!” You nearly burst into laughter, stifling it as a smile tugged at your lips. “My family isn’t rich or anything. We’re pretty…normal.” 

“Do you want to be famous?”

“It doesn’t sound bad I guess. But I like what I have now.” 

“What do you have now?”

“I matter to those who matter to me. Just, you know, friends and family.” 

“That sounds…nice.” 

“Don’t you have that?”

“I don’t really know. I haven’t had much of a friend to know. It’s mostly just my father in my life.” 

“No friends?” You let out a small gasp, rushing to him. “We have to change that don’t we?” 

“We do?”

“Of course! I’ll be your first friend!” You grinned. “We all have to start somewhere don’t we?” 

You sighed, tightening your hands into fists. “I know I’m not all that impressive as all those fancy people in your life, but I don’t think I’m so bad. What do you think?” 

His thoughts raced to all of those who used him and tangled into his mind, a bit of worry and hesitance stinging his body.

However, for some reason when he looked to you he felt a warmth unlike anything else. 

And so, he agreed.

And his days became brighter than he could’ve ever imagined. 

He found himself looking forward to his dreams, your conversations playing endlessly in his memory, even laughter slipping from his lips at your peculiar remarks. 

The very idea of you made his heart swell and a smile stretch from ear to ear. 

His moments with you were precious, happiness growing every time, your stories and tales a constant fond reminder in his head. 

And even as the years went by not a single thing changed.

But he found a word for the warmth you let drenching his heart.


To say the least, he was utterly in love with you.

Yet he had never seen you out of his dreams.

That had to change. 

“I want to meet you,” He said one day, taking your hand in his, the same soft starry sky looming above. “not in these dreams, but in reality.” 

Your face lit up. “I’d like that! I’d like that a lot actually!” You attempted to come up with an idea, smirking. “There’s a little coffee shop by your workplace, could we meet there?” 

He nodded without hesitance, squeezing your hand. “I can’t wait.” 

And he couldn’t. 

Each second had felt like an hour, his eyes constantly aiming out to the clock

The moment he could leave, he practically raced out, pushing past others and eventually bursting through the door.

Where across the street, he saw you, nearly jumping at the sight of him.

Jumin took no time to make his way towards you, wrapping his arms around you as if you were the most precious treasure he had ever come across.

And you were. 

“You’re real…” He hummed, almost breathlessly. “You’re real…” 

The very idea of all those years spent with you in those dreams being merely nothing left him empty. 

Just as lonely and lost as he had been before.

But you were here.

“Of course I am!” You exclaimed. “Were you afraid I wasn’t?” 

“A bit.” 

“How come?” 

He tipped your forehead against his own, his shoulders dropping. “Perhaps I was just afraid of losing my greatest happiness.” 

And yet now, he had no fear. 

He only knew that endless happiness awaited him. 

As long as you were beside him.

“Well, you sure did it now! I told you we should have bought me maternity shirts the other day! When my tits went from Ds to these Hs in just 6 weeks, I knew you had pumped me full! I hope you’re ready to show off your baby making fiancé to everyone!”

Your dick swelled as you stared at her. The night you proposed, you had insisted on fucking her without a condom. She had moaned into your ear that “you better be sure.” You thought she was just giving you a normal warning. You had no idea she meant that she knew she was hyper fertile. That she had 26 siblings and that no women’s pregnancy had been less than twins in her family for the past 4 generations.

Now you were trying to find 10 white strollers for the wedding. What she didn’t know was that you were planning on her waddling down the isle with your next litter.

Hannibal Rewatch: 1x01

Season 1, Episode 1 - “Aperitif”

Heeyy all my buddies!

So I thought it would be a swell idea to rewatch Hannibal, because what is emotional stability good for, really? Very little, I’d say.

In my ~dreams~ I imagined writing posts covering the first two seasons that people could read if they were watching Hannibal for the first time, and that would eventually join up with my season 3 recaps to make one continuous chain. But then I realized two things:

1) that maybe I could actually provide something kinda interesting and a little more rare in tv commentary, in that I could relook at a series as a whole, knowing what it is they built over time, and talk about how the boards were laid, as it were

2) that I have no control when it comes to foreshadowing or pain

This latter realization was mostly about myself, and although it wasn’t a surprise it was valuable.

These in turn mean two things for YOU:

1) as a whole these posts will contain spoilers through the Hannibal series finale (it’s over & it’s perfect shhhh wade into the stream). Sometimes the spoilers will be specific, other times it will be more general knowledge of circumstances, which I think counts as a spoiler for Hannibal because so much of the joy/horror of this show is in being very much with the characters in what you are (not) aware of at any given moment. And I don’t want to take that from newbies, so we’re keeping these things on Alert.

2) probably this whole adventure is going to be primarily screen shots followed by me being like

…which was a joke but also, I am beginning to suspect, oddly accurate? Like I just want to make sure everyone is yelling enough and for the right reasons. I am a mere humble thinker of feelings, at your service.

Take, for instance, this, which we see in the very first word-free minutes of the television series Hannibal:

Just the face of a man about to walk forward into the rest of his life. And do you know what he does first? He closes his eyes. Do you know what happens when you close your eyes? That’s when the monsters can move.


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The First Cut

Summary: You accidentally cut yourself in the kitchen of Benny’s diner. It’s a better experience than you expect.

Warning: Smut, very minor injury, mild blood play, dry humping

Word Count: 1400ish

A/N: I do love me some Benny. Hope y’all enjoy it too!

“So, tell me. How was your first day?”

The new waitress smiles widely and nods, vigorously wiping down the counter. “It was great!”

You grin and gesture toward the stool. “You can sit down, Sarah. Everyone’s gone and the door is locked. Take a break.”

Sarah glances over your shoulder and into the kitchen, nervous eyes landing on Benny. “Will our boss mind?”

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anonymous asked:

Well shit, I have to follow after the NSFW HCs for Noct. Goddamn. Get I get a follow up on that Older Noct and the Insemination kink? Like shiittttttt, you're a person after my own heart.

I turned this into a fic omg. I know I said Gladio HCs would come after I got off work but this met me in a dark alleyway and ran off with my muse.

You know the drill!

Naughty below the cut!

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Following Spree

my dash has been super dead lately and I just went on a big unfollowing spree cause i was following so many inactive people and I need to find more blogs to follow haha and I’ve seen a lot of people do these lately so i thought I’d give it a try so

please reblog if you post some of the following:

  • Harry Potter (mainly gifsets but aesthetics as well!)
  • Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
  • Teen Wolf
  • SKAM
  • Star Wars
  • Riverdale
  • Aesthetics
  • YA Lit 

if mutuals could signal boost to get the good word out that would be lovely <3

Korrasami: Teaser. Boyfriend? I don’t have a boyfriend!

A prompt where Korra looses her memory. Being buried under rubble and stuff might do that to you. Enjoy the teaser! Hopefully I’ll be able to write some more! Sorry for slacking so much my lovelies, life has been busy and am still getting through the darkest moments of my depression. 

Love ya’ll!


“Welcome back, Korra.” Mako said and gently took her hand in his own. Korra, however, pulled her hand away and placed it on her stomach instead.

“Hey, Mako, can you leave the room for a moment? I need to talk to my dad for a second…” She asked and although he frowned at her request, he nodded and left the room. Asami was about to follow him out until Korra spoke up. “Not you, Sami… please… come here.” The frown on Mako’s forehead grew even bigger but he closed the door behind him nonetheless.

Asami now stood where Mako had been standing till a few seconds ago. This time, Korra’s hand reached for hers and weakly held onto the engineer when she turned her attention to Tonraq. “Dad, this might come as a shock I guess…” She started and took a deep breath before she continued. “But… I wanted to tell you in person. Asami and I… Asami’s my girlfriend.”

Both the Chief and Asami looked down at the Avatar in shock and disbelief. “I… well…” He cleared his throat. As far as he knew, Korra had been dating the Firebender boy. Truthfully, he didn’t mind this change one bit. “I’m, very happy for you two sweetheart.” He finally said. “If you excuse me, I’ll go and see if I can fetch the doctor. He should know you’re awake.” He said and winked at Asami while walking to the door. “And I can give your mother a heads up too. Back in a jiffy!” And then disappeared through the door. Closing it behind him.

“Alone at last…” Korra said jokingly. The smile on her face however disappeared when she saw Asami’s face. “What’s wrong…? Did I do something wrong? Oh Spirits… you didn’t want them to know yet? I’m sorry…! I’m…-” She started ranting but was interrupted.

“No! No it’s… it’s okay I just, I didn’t… think that you’d tell him…” She said and gently squeezed Korra’s hand in reassurance. Korra tried to sit up straight and Asami was quick to help her when she saw how much effort it took her. “Here, let me.” She said. Her voice slightly unstable. Still in shock of what just occurred. She thinks I’m her girlfriend… She swallowed hard and suddenly, the room felt so much warmed than it actually was. Once Korra was settled, tan hands took hold onto pale ones and Korra pulled her girlfriend closer. What is she… oh Spirits she’s gonna…- Without any doubt from Korra’s side and while one hand still held onto Asami’s. The other hand cupped the engineers face. Her fingers just behind her jawline and she closed the remaining gap between them both.

To say that Korra’s lips felt wonderful was an understatement. Asami inhaled sharply and felt her heart beat frantically. She would be surprised if Korra didn’t notice. Korra’s lips moved slowly against hers in this chaste kiss. Asami’s brain had crashed and somehow, somewhere, when it finally managed to restart. It thought it was a good idea to part her lips just the slightest bit. She closed her eyes on instinct and saw stars when a soft tongue brushed over her lower lip. Right before it slipped into her mouth and found her own. The soft moan that escaped her was captured by Korra’s mouth and increased the Avatar’s hunger. She let go of Asami’s hand and cupped her face instead. Keeping her close while they kissed.

Minutes passed by until Korra slowly pulled back. A shy smile on her lips. She chuckled at Asami’s facial expression. “Are you alright…? You’re acting like this is the first time we kiss.” She caressed Asami’s pale cheeks affectionately with her thumbs before letting go.

It -is- the first time we kissed. At least for me. Asami thought and seemed to have quite some trouble to form words, let alone sentences. “I, well, we have. I wasn’t.” She facepalmed herself internally. Thank Raava that Korra let out a light laugh.

“I’m sorry I didn’t spent much time with you the last few weeks… I wasn’t avoiding you or anything. It’s just been very hectic. Once I’m out of the hospital, I promise we’ll spent more time with each other.”

“Nice that good is yes.” Oh for Raava’s sake…! Get a grip! “I mean, like that do I.” Korra blinked at her and her face wore an expression of confusion and amusement. Asami buried her face in one of her hands and let out a sigh of frustration. Come on brain, it’s not -that- hard to form a sentence! Her thoughts were interrupted by Korra’s laughter. When she looked at the younger woman, her heart swelled with nothing but love. “I’m sorry…” Asami said nervously and sat down on the bed’s edge. “I’d really like that yes. But you focus on getting better first. Okay?”

Korra just smiled and nodded. “Sure, of course. Anything for you Sami.”