i vomited from too much love

We Accept What We Deserve

**Prompt By @notallpotatoesarefrenchfries**

Ship: PolySanders/LAMP


Tell me. If you had done something wrong, and someone had to choose a punishment (don’t go there you kinky fucks), would you want it to be fair? Of course you would. Perhaps you dropped a glass and were told to clean up the shards with a broom and dustpan versus your mouth. You’d find the broom and dustpan more fair, right? It was only one glass, and it’s easily replaced.

Now let’s say you were the literal embodiment of anxiety. You feel like you deserve something equally as bad as your anxiety, right? So maybe after you cause a problem, you lock yourself away so the others don’t have to see you anymore. Maybe you deserved their yelling and hatred, but maybe you just want to avoid it all. Maybe you don’t know if you deserve all the words thrown at you by them.

Maybe that’s why he spends so much time in his room. Maybe that’s why he separates himself. He does’t deserve the love they want to give him. 

He doesn’t deserve the quiet calmness that comes with Logan. Logan, the one who would sit in his room after a bad day and just read until he was ready to talk. Logan, the one who would warn Roman and Patton when he couldn’t speak. Logan, the one who struggles to understand emotion.

He doesn’t deserve the childish love from Patton. Patton, the one who makes him cookies and hot chocolate and watches Winnie The Pooh with him on the bad days and the good days. Patton, the one who knows the right way to hold him and play with his hair to calm him from an attack. Patton, the one who could never reach the level of despair in his heart.

Most of all, he doesn’t deserve the fiery passion from Roman. Roman, the one who would slay every dragon witch that plagues his heart. Roman, whose blinding white uniform is such a contrast to his black. Roman, the only one who doesn’t have to make an effort for him to be loved.

Yeah, something like him doesn’t deserve them. We only accept what we think we deserve. Maybe he should just-

“Ann?” That’s Patton, at the door to his bedroom. “You haven’t come out in a few days, we were getting worried.”

He should just leave him out there, there’s not much else that can be done, he can’t get too close-

“Anxiety, we wish to talk with you.” Logan, his voice calm and collected, comes from the other side of the door.

Go away before I hurt you, go away go away go-

“Ann, love?” Roman was the quietest of them all, a stark contrast from other times. “Please… we want to see you.”

“…the door is open.”

Maybe… maybe things can change. Maybe he deserves more.

‘I’m not always the bad guy’.

A threatening kiss

You and Harry are arguing after pictures of him making out with a girl are published online. He claims he’s innocent, but fed up and hurt you make him sleep at a hotel for the night. 

Warning: Hints on mature content

This is a One Shot I have had saved in my drafts for a very long time now and since I haven’t posted in a while, I tried to go over it one more time and then publish it. Please pardon any mistakes, I finished it in one sitting. Thank you for reading and I hope you like it!

Gif is not mine, as I have never gotten this close to the beautiful human that is Harry Styles. 

His hair was a mess after having his ringed fingers furiously pulling on the newly short locks. Harry’s eyes were desperate and reflected his distraught emotions. After having argued for over two hours now, he felt like all hope I might believe his words was lost. He didn’t find it in him to blame me though, there was enough evidence to be held against him. I didn’t look much better myself as I had adapted Harry’s habit of stressed hair pulling. Additional to that came the redness on my cheeks and the stickiness the tears had left on them. My mind and heart raced as I stared at the man standing in front of me. He looked so strange to me now. 

I’d always expected something like this to happen, he was the famous Harry Styles after all. People loved him, wanted to be like or with him and as his girlfriend, I was aware that at some point, I’d be pulled into the mess as well. Some day, someone would try to jeopardize our relationship. However, I had always thought that should it happen, it wouldn’t be real. Maybe a PR stunt his management forced onto him without him knowing or something.
I had never believed that he would come home and tell me that the pictures of him pressed against and kissing a girl, who clearly wasn’t me, were real. The pink lips I was so familiar with had just been tasted by someone else and that was something I could not accept.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” Harry cried, his voice breaking after being raised for too long.

“Because this is exactly what everyone warned me about when I first started going out with you!”

Sitting down on the couch I buried my face in my hands as I allowed more tears to fall. My entire body jerked as sobs wrecked through me and I shook my head in disbelief.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Harry asked, disappointment evident in his voice.

“It’s what you always do, right? You’re going out with one girl and once you’re sick of her you pick the next in line. I always figured that was a PR thing and that it wouldn’t happen once you were in a serious relationship, but I guess I was wrong.”

“Seriously, Y/N? You can’t just hold what I did before I was with you against me now, that would make you no better than all those damn magazines talking bullshit about me. And besides, that’s not what happened at all! This girl just came on to me!

"Yeah? Well maybe none of this would’ve happened if you’d told your precious fans about us! Maybe you wouldn’t have to fight girls off if they knew that you’re already with someone!”

I knew I was being unfair as we had actually gotten to an agreement on that topic already, but I continued anyway. “But you like that don’t you? That’s why you’re keeping me as your dirty, little secret at home! You love how every girl would throw herself at your feet and kiss them should you ask!”

He shook his head. Harry’s breathing was hectic and he looked as exhausted as I felt. His usually intimidating appearance was shadowed by the glossiness of his green eyes and the hollowness of his cheeks. I felt sick. I knew what my words did to him, but to finally have voiced my darkest fears felt like a weigh being lifted off my chest.

“Look, Harry, I think we’ve argued enough for tonight. I’m done.”

He stared at me silently before nodding. “Alright. We should just talk about it tomorrow.”

“No,” I breathed, repetitively clenching and unclenching my fists. “I’m done with this mess. I want- I need a break.”

Harry’s eyes followed my movements as I got up and brushed past him on my way to the kitchen. When my shoulder brushed against his arm I felt as if the contact burned my skin. The meal I had prepared before the yelling had begun was now a mess and littered all over. The pieces of his plate lay still shattered on the floor while my food rested untouched and I quickly decided that I would only clean the worst of it tonight and leave the rest for tomorrow.

“What are you saying? You- You’re breaking up with me?” Harry’s voice sounded small from behind me and my heart broke at the noise.

It was the complete opposite from how he had spoken to me only minutes ago, all quiet and uncertain. I sighed and leaned against the sink.
I knew Harry loved me and god knows I loved him more than anything else, but I couldn’t deny the pain I felt when I first saw the pictures. The disappointment cursing through my veins when he confirmed that they were real. The taste of vomit made its way up my throat by the mere thought of his lips pressed to hers. His hands touched the skin of her waist, the tight crop-top exposing more than I ever wore out of the house, as her own hands fisted in his hair. And no matter how much he swore his faithfulness and devotion to me, he didn’t feel like mine anymore.

“I’ll stay at a hotel for the night.”

Within three strides he reached me and turned me to face him with gentle touches to my cheeks. His green eyes stared intensely into mine, making my knees go weak. I pressed back hard against the cold stone, uncomfortable by his sudden closeness.

“You want away from me that desperately?”

I carefully pried his hands from my face. “Yes. I’m sorry, Harry, but I want some time away from you.”

Tears shot to his eyes, drowning their green in pain. A sob left his mouth and I had to look away. Watching Harry cry hurt more than anything else had tonight. It felt wrong, seeing a person who was usually so confident and had happiness shining from his eyes looking at me with such utter sadness.

“Y/N,” Harry whispered, “Please. I- I know I fucked up badly. But I swear to you I didn’t cheat. I never would. Do you really believe I would ruin us for someone else?” he shook his head forcefully. “You’re the most important person in my life. Please, I beg of you-”

He moved to touch me again but I quickly raised both hands and pushed him away hard, a gesture that wouldn’t have done much given his height and strength, but it was Harry, and Harry reacted to my discomfort. He pulled away instantly and took a few strides back.

“Y/N,” he murmured, defeated. “will you not hear me out? Please.”

“I have and I can’t any longer, Harry,” I exhaled desperately. My hands rubbed the skin beneath my eyes to wipe away any wetness left on the skin. “Even looking at you doesn’t feel the same anymore. You kissed her! I can’t even say it without feeling like I’ll have to vomit! This is too much for me, can’t you see that?”

Harry looked as if I had hit him right across his face. His cheeks were red and his mouth open in shock. He tried to reach me again but seemed to change his mind and he let his hands drop to his sides.

“From the day we met, I have done nothing but love you! I’ve put you first, I sacrificed so much and this is what I get? How is that fair? Tell me ‘cause I’m stumped!”

“Listen to me,” he spoke in an urgent tone. His pleading came unexpected as I had gotten used to him screaming at me with nothing but anger in his voice.

“I’ll leave. Okay? I promise not to come back until you ask me to. I’ll give you time,” his voice cracked and he coughed, “away from me. But please, stay here. I need to know you’re safe.”

His eyes searched my face and widened when I nodded. Sleeping at a hotel somewhere in London wasn’t something I was exactly eager to do and since the entire argument was all his fault in my eyes, it may as well be him who suffers the consequences. Though the whole situation did cause me suffering as well.

“Fine,” I agreed quietly.

“I’ll get a few things and then I’ll be gone.”

He looked like he had hoped I’d say something along the line of a request to make him stay, but I only nodded again and watched as he slowly left the kitchen. I didn’t move, even when I heard him rummaging in our drawers and the zipper of a bag being pulled. The pit of my stomach felt like a vacuum, an empty space that pushed all my organs out its way to fill my body with uneasiness. Soon Harry was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, fully dressed and with his bag over his shoulder.

“I’ll… ehm… I’ll go now. You’ll be alright?”

“I think so,” I croaked.

We stared at each other for a minute. His lips partnered as he bit back so much he had to say, before deciding against it.

“Can I ask one thing from you before I go?”

I hesitated but nodded. Harry sighed and clenched and unclenched his hands.

“Kiss me? I don’t want to leave without one more kiss from you.”

The desperation in his voice caught my attention and kept me from shouting at him for even asking. I understood that he didn’t ask out of lust for me or so that he could prove a point. His eyes pleaded me to let him have one reminder as he feared I would decide to end our relationship while he was absent.

“Just one,” I murmured and forced myself not to step back as he approached me.

Harry carefully touched my cheek and whimpered upon feeling how sore my skin was. I reached my own arms up as he gently nudged my nose with his before leaning in further until his warm mouth met mine. I whined in surprise as he didn’t go slow like he usually did, but pushed his tongue against my lips in order to get me to open them the second they pressed against his. Harry cradled my face in both hands to keep me from moving away as he guided the kiss. Just as I felt myself loosing to him he pulled away.
His eyes stared at me as if he tried to speak through them, but before I could say anything he turned and exited the room.
I jumped when I heard the door slam shut forcefully. My heart ached at the faint sound of his car pulling up on the street as he drove away, leaving me alone in our big and empty home. It took less than ten minutes of him gone before the events of the night came crushing down on me, causing hysterical cries to leave my mouth as I crouched down on the floor. I didn’t bother quieting my sobs and allowed myself to be absorbed in my hurt. At first it surprised me that none of our neighbors came to check up on me, but it soon occurred to me that they had most likely heard Harry and I argue and seen him drive away. A sudden fear crept through me and I jumped to my feet. As it was very late it had got dark outside a long time ago. I knew how crazy the Londoner streets around our house got by this hour and I instantly reached for my phone. How could I have made him drive? My heart ached at the thought of something happening to him; I wouldn’t be able to bare it. Before my fingers could dial the familiar phone number, I stopped. I was acting foolish and simply tried to invent a reason for me to call him back. His presence was already missed dearly.
I made my way up to our bathroom, undressed and stepped into the shower. Hot water touching my skin always washed away any tension, today however, it did little to calm me. At least it killed time. Once dressed I grabbed a blanked and curled up on the couch, but it felt much too big without a second body there. I uncomfortably stretched my limps and after flipping through various channels I switched the TV off. I rested one of my hands against my forehead and momentarily closed my eyes.

Think Y/N. Think. What are the facts?

Harry had kissed a girl that wasn’t me. He had betrayed me in the most hurtful way and had gone against the one promise he’d made me he swore was as sacred to him as it was to me. He cheated. Another cry left my lips and I cursed my eyes for letting more tears fall as an image of him having sex with her shot through my head. My stomach turned. My Harry laying bare on a bed for someone who wasn’t me? I had always hated to as much as imagine him with women before we started dating, but to think of him sleeping with someone else while he had me was something entirely else. Unimaginable almost.

I decided he couldn’t have. Though I had believed him kissing someone else was impossible, too, sex was an entirely different department and I knew he would never cross that line. After all, he did tell me about it. He came home and immediately owned up to everything.
It had hurt just as much as I imagined hearing it through the media would have, but his honesty still meant a lot to me.

His reaction could have been a better one, though. The second I had began questioning him for details about how exactly the girl had gotten to be in a position this close to him, he raised his voice. I understood his anger at my doubts in him, but how could he possibly blame me? There were pictures for god’s sake! And they didn’t exactly show him particularly disgusted to be making out with a fan.
But what if his loud reaction had been his desperation shining through as he tried to show me how scared he was of losing us?

“Oh, Harry,” I whispered. “What are you doing to me.”

Maybe what I had said earlier was true. This happened because no one knew he had a girlfriend. Girls wouldn’t push themselves at him anymore once they knew, right? Okay, some might, but I knew there were fans who respected the girlfriends. And maybe what he had said was true, too. That he had always been faithful to me and didn’t deserve to be doubted by me. If only I could have collected my emotions and let him explain himself better.
I loved him so much. Too much maybe.
One glance to the clock told me that Harry had now been gone for over three hours already. The ache in my chest increased and I missed my boyfriend’s presence more and more by the second. I unlocked my phone and opened his chat where my fingers quickly flew over the keys.

Come home?

His answer came so quickly it made me smile in relief and picture him sitting beside his phone all night, awaiting a message from me.

You sure?

My phone buzzed again before I could reply.

Never mind. Don’t tell me. I’m on my way.

And again.

I’ll be there in 30. I love you. xx

Warmth spread through my body and I smiled. I patted the pillow I rested my head on and sighed happily, knowing that he’d be back soon. For the first time this evening, I felt at ease.

….

“Y/N?”

I felt a hand on my shoulder and then one pressed against my hips. My head felt dizzy and my eyes too heavy to fully open as I was lifted up and scooped into Harry’s arms.

“Why were you sleeping down here, baby? Did you forget our incredibly comfortable bed upstairs?” Harry softly chuckled.

“Mhmm,” I hummed, nuzzling his neck, finding comfort in his warmth. My heart swelled and I felt like I could finally breathe again as my chest pressed against his when he pulled me against himself tightly.

“I can’t believe you fought me to leave you the bed and sleep somewhere else, only for you to take the couch. Makes no sense, love, does it?”

Harry smiled when the only answer he received from me was a whine. He carried me upstairs and gently placed me on our soft mattress. Careful fingers unzipped the thin material I wore over my shirt before he slid off my sweats, leaving me in just the shirt and a pair of knickers. All of a sudden his presence was gone again.

“Harry?” I called out for him as I propped myself up on my elbows.

“I’m gonna sleep in the guest room, my angel” his quiet voice hummed from somewhere in the room.

“Why?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment in my voice. I had expected us to be fine now and him to cuddle with me. My mind was too tired to think about any more reasons to argue with him. I longed for this to become one of the quiet and comfortable nights we always had.

“You said you needed space, my love. Wanted away from me, remember?”

I could particularly hear his pout in his voice before a chuckle rumbled through the room when I vigorously shook my head. My shoulders relaxed as I noticed how calm he seemed.

“I changed my mind,” I whined and sat up, reaching both arms out into the direction I believed him standing since the darkness prevented me from actually seeing him. “Come here. Need you to make me warm again.”

Harry didn’t make any noise. I hated not seeing him and sighed as my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness. He stood near the door, an expression of hesitation on his face. There was a small smile playing on his lips, however, and I could see the relief in his eyes upon my request of him staying with me.
He didn’t move fast, as if he was expecting me to change my ming any second, but my breath hitched when I felt the bed dip under the weight of another body. Harry crawled onto his side of the bed, pulling the covers higher over the both of us. He sprawled out beside me and his eyes locked with mine.

“Hi,” he murmured quietly.

I reached out my hand and he entwined our fingers. I smiled when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to my knuckles. A giggle escaped his lips when I pulled at his hand, motioning him to move closer to me. Following my silent request he pushed himself up and laid his body down closer to mine, close enough for me to feel the warmth radiating off of him.

“Hey,” I breathed.

We stared at each other. His green eyes were clear and lightly swollen, telling me that he had cried at least as much as I did.

“I’m so sorry,” he promised in a low whisper.

I shook my head to silence him.

“Harry,” I breathed, brushing his hair from his forehead. “You know you mean the world to me. I want nothing less than to lose you, you must know that.”

“I don’t want to lose you either, Y/N,” Harry spoke and leaned forward to bury his nose against my shoulder and in my hair.

“You’ve proven me often enough that I can trust you,” I continued and reached up one hand so that I could caress his neck.
“Tell me your side of the story,” I suggested, “I’ll listen properly this time and will believe you, whatever it is you tell me.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed and tugged on my hand, followed by giving it a gentle squeeze.

“I was at Sainsbury’s to get your tea like you asked me to, when all of a sudden this girl showed up and she just grabbed my face and began kissing me. She fisted my hair and shirt so I couldn’t get her off of me without hurting her, which I obviously didn’t want to do either. I really had to push her several times before she lessened her grip, but of course that wasn’t until some damn photographer’s took pictures of it. I’m so sorry,” he choked on the last word, “Y/N I never meant for you to get hurt like this. I know what it looks like. But I swear to you, the kiss wasn’t mutual. I didn’t kiss back and I haven’t seen the girl since, nor would I ever want to! I’m so sorry. Please believe me.”

A sob left his lips and I shuddered as wet tears dripped onto my neck.

“Sh, Harry, it’s okay,” I tried to reassure him.

“No it’s not, I mean look at you. You’re hurt and you’ve been crying. And I yelled at you when you aren’t the one who made the mistake. I’m such an asshole. ”

“That’s not true, Harry. You’re nothing like an asshole. At all.”

Harry sniffled and pulled back so he could look at me. The back of my hands moved up to brush over his temples before taking hold of his face.

“I love you so much,” I told him. “You didn’t to anything wrong. I should have believed you in the first place instead of doubting you. You’ve always been faithful to me, a picture shouldn’t have been able to ruin all that.”

I gently stroke over his eyelid with the tip of my finger. The skin felt sore and I sighed sadly.
“I’m sorry I caused you so much pain.”

His hands held my waist and pulled me against him. Harry shuffled further down and pressed his head against my shoulder. I rested my chin on his head and kissed his hair. I felt him breath heavily as if he wanted to say something and couldn’t find the words. Finally all he said was:

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Harry” I whispered.

Silence settled upon us and I felt like there was nothing more we could say, but we didn’t fall asleep full. Harry didn’t move until the very early morning. It was only then that he allowed me to move my arms from around his shoulders to around his waist as he crawled up to lay closer by the headboard.

“M'gonna tell the world about us tomorrow,” he murmured, “Want everyone to know that m'taken.”

I sighed and nodded. “Please do.”

We stayed cuddled like that for several more hours before he rolled over me. His mouth found mine in a slow kiss and his hands reached down to pull at the hem of my knickers. We didn’t bother taking off my shirt or completely pushing down his boxers, only freeing what was needed.
I kissed him tenderly and blindly reached behind him to pull the covers over both of our heads.

Thank you so much for reading! Feedback is always welcome and so are requests, though I’m quite busy at the moment and it will take me some time to finish anything I start new right now. 

The rest of what I wrote you can find here: 

http://harryimaginedstories.tumblr.com/post/144920695218/masterlist


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Gladiolus Nsfw? Maybe a bit of sex deprivation due to a punishment and a female s/o seeing how long he can last before loosing it?

Raise your hand if you think I need to start cutting down on the word vomit. 

I’m serious. I think I go on too much. Raise your hand if you agree. 

Tagging the senpais: @roses-and-oceans @bespectacled-girl @themissimmortal @cupnoodle-queen @itshaejinju @gladiolus-mamacitia if there’s anyone else who wants to be tagged for my stuff, lemme know and I’m out now, PEACE! 

Originally posted by iggyscientia

Punishment
GladioXFem!Reader
NSFW
Word Count: 4,930


It was just another lovely day in the neighborhood as Gladio slammed the door to the apartment to signal his arrival from a long day at the Citadel (you were never sure why Gladio felt the need to slam the door every single day-truth be told, neither did he). You were in the kitchen making dinner for only you-usually on work days, you two took turns on who made dinner, with you often volunteering on his days or you’d be living on a diet of styrofoam fueled noodles.

But this day was different than the past two years of you two living together-well, the past week had been different. 

You didn’t face Gladio as he walked in and set down his coat, leaving him in his black tank top and jeans and probably looking exhausted. Carefully approaching you from behind, he sighed deeply when he noticed you were only making enough food for yourself and not enough for him. Wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into the top of your head, right above the ponytail that was held together by a white scrunchie, he took a deep breath of that shampoo that you wore that always seemed to drive him crazy as his hands tried to wander underneath the bright red sundress you had worn to work today. 

“Babe,” he sighed again as you shoved his hands and walked away from the stove to get something out of the fridge, only to realize you didn’t need anything and shut it. “Come on, you’re still going to ‘punish me’?“ 

"Yup,” Was your simple and platonic answer as you went to the sink to wash your hands and start wiping the counters while your food simmered on the stove. You did your best to keep your voice light, simple and non platonic, because you knew talking to him that way made him feel inferior and it pissed him off. The past week whenever Gladio had tried to be intimate with you, you talked to him as if you would a mother telling her son he couldn’t have a cookie before dinner. ‘Not in the mood, babe, sorry,’ was your constantly repeated phrase for the past week. 

“Babe, how many times do I have to tell you that whatever I did do to piss you off so bad that I’m sorry?" 

"And how many times do I have to tell you that you’re not really sorry if you don’t know what it is you did?” You scrub particularly hard at the already clean counter, trying to alleviate some of your frustration that had been building up for a week. 

“This is ridiculous, okay?” Gladio tried to approach you again for an embrace, but you quickly ducked out of the way to get to the stove to continue stirring dinner. “When I asked you why you were so mad last week, I was expecting an honest answer, not for you to declare war on me," 

"I didn’t declare 'war’ on you,” you corrected him by pointing a plastic spoon that you had used to stir the food in his face before returning to the stove. “I believe my exact words were 'I’m going to punish you until you figure it out’. And have you figured it out yet?" 

"I would if you would just tell me," 

"Then you’re not really sorry, are you? Guess you’re sleeping on the couch again tonight," 

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“I have an announcement”

Originally posted by imgonnaeditstuff

(look at that face. ugh.)

Pairing: Kirk x Reader

Rating: Teen? I DON’T KNOW THESE THINGS

Characters: Jim, Reader, Little baby, Bones, Carol Marcus, and Uhura

Summary: OKAY THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO JUST BE LIKE THIS. I had a plan, it was supposed to have a pregnancy announcement, some second and third trimester complaints, and then childbirth. Well guess what? That didn’t happen. This is going to have a lot more parts to it that the daddy!Bones series. .

Warnings: Pregnancy, sex mentions, sweet amazing Jim Kirk,

Tags: @yourtropegirl

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Author’s note: I am doing a daddy!Kirk series like I have started with Bones. I will eventually make a list with all of them and the official name of the series, but I am HORRIBLE with titles. Help me lol.

There were a lot of perks to being engaged to the Captain of the Enterprise. You didn’t realize that there were so many perks, especially since your fiancé had been playing a lot by the rules in his older age. You two had been engaged for a few years, he wanted to wait till you two were back on land before finally tying the knot. You happily agreed, your parents and siblings would hunt you down and kill you if you didn’t have it somewhere they could easily travel. The plan was to finish the five-year mission, take a small vacation on Earth, get married and celebrate, and then see where Starfleet took the both of you. Children were somewhere in the mix, the two of you hadn’t fully decided when though. You had safely assumed that it was after the wedding.

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I’m Here

Requested: Can you do an imagine where the reader (Y/N) is sick and Shawn comes over to take care of her? Thank you so much and if you choose now to do this one that’s completely fine! I love your imagines btw👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 LY❤️

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You gather all your energy to sit up from the spot on the rug that you’ve been occupying for the last thirty minutes, you close the distance of two feet to the toilet and vomit into the toilet bowl, the disgusting aftertaste in your mouth, but you’re too weak to care enough to do anything about it.

You hear the front door shut, and you immediately realize you didn’t even shut the bathroom door. You’re not looking forward to one of your roommates seeing you like this, but at the same time, you don’t have the energy to get up to close the door.

Footsteps are coming closer, but they disappear into the bedroom. You breathe a sigh of relief. Now you have a little while to gather your energy to close the bathroom door. You’re about to attempt to stand when your boyfriend walks into the bathroom, “There you are,” He says, his voice full of concern.

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tea time for anon. prompt: desperate grief


levi presses a thumb into the corner of his eye as he leans into the bar table. he rounds his hand on his third glass of whiskey–dry, hard, and smooth. the bartender adverts his eyes and nods as levi slams the liquor down his throat and demands another.

he finds time to be a funny thing. it has acquired him a taste for liquor and the drunkenness that follows. he has a particular fondness to sleeping hours past sunrise, in a bed, under blankets. he hurts more, skips more training sessions to the point that new recruits think he’s retired. where hange stops even knocking on his door to rise him for classes, meetings, eating. because they know… it has been two years… two horrible, shitty years… and levi’s done enough.

he’s been eyeing a tall blond man in the corner of the bar for at least an hour. maybe two. time is a funny thing, and he’s not sure how long he’s been here, or if its really only been three drinks. but he has a pocket of coin, and he figures if he pays the man, it will mean less. he can demand more. 

he drops two silvers onto the table in front of the man. he looks up, and his eyes are all wrong, brown like shit and narrow like he has a million shady secrets he’s only just barely keeping inside. but he’s tall, and built, and blond, and levi is so desperately lonely that he doesn’t fucking care right now.

“do you know who i am?”

the man looks at him up and down. “no,” he says after a slight hesitation. he knows, but he’s smart. their secret will be safe enough with him. the man behind a legend may break and dissolve, but he’s still a legend nonetheless.

they make their way to an alleyway outside the bar. it’s dirty and smells like piss, and normally levi would be disgusted, but time is a funny thing. he is unbuckling his belt and pulling his civilian attire pants down until they fall to his ankles. he explains the rules. “don’t fucking talk to me. don’t look at me. don’t try to do anything else but fuck me.” he plants his hands on the wall and adjusts his position, his cock flaccid between his legs. “and absolutely do not kiss me.”

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Pierced (Calum smut)

Summary: Your boyfriend pierces your clit and then you fuck (sometimes you gotta be blunt)

Pairing: Y/N x Tattoo Artist!Cal

Requested? Yuss, ‘tattooartist!cal smut where you get a clit piercing??’

Warnings: a piercing, edging, teasing, straight up smut

Word Count: 3k

A/N: Personally I don’t have any experience to do with clit piercings but I spent about an hour researching so I hope I’ve got all my information right! There’s sort of some teasing but after a while there’s some juicy smut so hang in there ;-)

Originally posted by 5secondsofcuteimagines

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“You realise we won’t be able to have sex for up to four weeks, right?”

A nervous laugh escapes your lips as Calum’s hands smooth over the skin covering your upper thigh. “It’ll be worth it, though.” 

It’ll be worth it.

You’re hoping that if you repeat the words enough you’ll forget the fact that in a matter of minutes you’ll have a piercing in one of the most intimate places of your body. 

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Vigilante Partner in Crime!Wonwoo Pt 2

LOOK WHO’S BACK WITH PART 2!! I WANNA THANK EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU WHO GAVE ME WONDERFUL FEEDBACK THE DAY I POSTED PART 1!!! Can you guys believe that was only my 2nd piece I posted on here?? And now look at how much has happened since then! IT’S BEEN OVER A MONTH!!! Thank you to everyone who encouraged me to write this!!! Writing this was a real struggle,,, my writer’s block for 3 weeks suddenly all disappeared TODAY and I couldn’t be happier!! Also,,, look out for that last bullet point ;)))  GET READY FOR A WILD RIDE AGAIN!!!! I MADE THIS TOO LONG LSJDFLJF I CAN’T CONTAIN MY FEELS FOR WONWOO HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!! <3333 For a refresher, I recommend you reading Part 1 before continuing!

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  • “Hello?” a customer waved their hand in front of your face
  • Your hazy eyes focused back for the tenth time that same hour
  • “S-sorry, miss,” you stammered as you resumed scanning her items
  • Once she left, you sighed and shook your head for who knows how many times that week
  • Get it together, Y/N, you mentally scolded yourself and lightly smacked your cheeks
  • It already had been a week since that night
  • Can’t we just,,, keep it between us?” his words still rang in your ears, a constant mantra that continues to linger in your thoughts
  • “Ugh, nO!!!”
  • “Okay, okay! It’s fine if you don’t wanna,,,, i can just do it myself,,,”
  • You turned around to meet a bewildered Wonwoo, his eyes slightly bugged out and his hands raised in defense
  • “O-oh,,, Wonwoo,,,, i’m sorry what did you say?”
  • “I just asked you if you wanted to restock with me,,,,,,,”
  • Your expression had “mental facepalm” written all over it
  • You quickly muttered an excuse to stay at the cashier and he seemed to get the hint
  • All week you’ve been making it a lil too obvious you were on the edge and if wonwoo had caught on, he sure didn’t say anything about it
  • You trudge back home where your grandma greets you granny makes a comeback!!!

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An Odd Sort of Meet-Cute - An Olicity AU ficlet

Author’s Note: This little thing came about thanks to this thread on twitter. And then some dialogue sprang to mind and I couldn’t NOT write this. I wish it were a little longer - maybe I’ll lengthen it or expand on it… who knows. But this was a fun little thing to write. Anyways… Enjoy.



“Say a man and a woman both need something to sleep in and both go to the same men’s pajama department. The man says to the salesman, ‘I just need bottoms,’ and the woman says, ‘I just need a top.’ They look at each other and that’s the ‘meet cute.'” - The Holiday

She just wanted a large coat. Something sensible. Something with lots of pockets that would be comfy for any possible scenario. And warm. God, she needed something warm. The coats she had bought recently weren’t shielding her from the Starling City winter chill in the least and it was time for a change. She knew she should shop somewhere more high-end, somewhere with fancy sections dedicated to one overpriced length of fabric that some might call a dress and condescending saleswomen with pinched faces and raised brows. But she couldn’t afford that. Not yet, she reminded herself.

So Felicity opened the door to a three level H&M and welcomed the ridiculous music and strange pattern combinations with a roll of her eyes. She went straight for the outerwear in the women’s section and turned away almost instantly. Brightly colored versions of all the same damn coats she already owned. Slim. Belted at the waist. Thin fabric. She could just hear her mother’s voice in her head.

“Oh, but you can layer things. You have such a lovely figure, Felicity. Don’t hide it!”

Felicity shook her head. “Not today,” she murmured as she went up the escalator to the second floor and was greeted by the men’s section. Muted tones. Lots of plaid. She perused the selection of jackets and coats, her impatience growing. She feared she’d never find the right cut, fabric or color. She feared she’d be stuck in her unsatisfying options all winter.

And then she saw it.

The perfect navy blue.

The perfect wide cut.

The perfect amount of pockets.

It was on a rather tall mannequin - taller than all of the others. And, from where she was standing and even at the odd angle, muscled as all hell. She walked over and eyed the collar as she reached up to feel the fabric. Perfect! she thought as she traced the line of the stitching down to a lovely polished button and…

The mannequin moved.

Just a shift in the shoulders and tap of the foot. But the mannequin moved.

She screamed, suddenly having flashbacks to that weird movie from the eighties her mother loved so much. Am I in the gender-bent version of that?

“Can I help you?” the mannequin asked, voice low and seductive, but etched with amusement.

She looked up into mesmerizing blue eyes. “Uh. No.” The words were there, begging to spill free - begging to overflow and scare the sexy mannequin away. And despite her proficiency in fighting the word vomit, the mannequin’s eyes were too much for her. The curve of his lips as he fought back a grin was enough to make her knees go weak. And the mole at the corner of his mouth looked delicious. “I am so sorry. You’re not a mannequin. You’re a man.” Then she let out a little huff of laughter. “Huh. Man-equin. Is that how they came up with that word?”

Her hand was still at his collar, fingers caressing the fabric. She let it fall and stepped away, cheeks flushing with hot embarrassment. She glanced away from the mannequin - the man - to find two people watching them, close and grinning. A large, Hulk of a man with biceps larger than her head. A young woman who bore striking facial similarities to the man she had just coat-fondled.

Felicity lifted her hand and waved awkwardly. “Sorry to interrupt,” she said as she stepped out of their little triangle of silence.

She ran down the escalator and pretended to merge with the racks of sequined dresses as her eyes scanned the store, in search for the mysterious man. When he didn’t appear, she rested her head on her hand where it held onto the rack and closed her eyes. “Relax, Smoak. This isn’t the weirdest thing you’ve ever done.”

“It isn’t?”

That voice again. Sultry and amused.

She looked up to find the man watching her, one brow raised in distinct interest. His companions were slightly behind him, watching. Felicity imagined that they had popcorn.

“Unfortunately, it isn’t.”

The man let out a little chuckle and stepped closer. “I’d like to hear about these other, weirder things.”

Her eyes widened. “You would?”

He nodded. “And perhaps we can discuss some sort of joint custody of my coat.”

She blushed once more. “Oh, no! I couldn’t. That’s not what I was doing. I mean, well, I was, but that was before I realized you were a man and the coat wasn’t for sale.”

The man shrugged. “We can negotiate.” Then he stuck out his hand. “I’m Oliver. Oliver Queen.”

With slight hesitation, she took his hand and shook. “Felicity Smoak.”

“How does coffee sound, Felicity?”

She raised a brow as their hands disconnected. Her eyes narrowed a bit as she studied his face. “Do you mean coffee like real coffee or coffee like Luke Cage offers coffee?”

The man behind Oliver let out a hearty laugh and covered his face. As he shook his head, she heard him speak between bursts of laughter. “This is the best thing I’ve heard all day.”

The young woman smiled and patted Oliver’s shoulder. “I think you’ve finally found someone as dorky and weird as you are. Well done, Ollie.”

Oliver glared at the young woman and then turned to face Felicity. “Real coffee,” he said with a wink as he began walking away, his coat so inviting and his presence the source of puzzlement. But she followed him anyway.


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you’re on my mind

fandom: bts
pairing: park jimin/jeon jungkook
rated: g
summary: Jungkook wished it was appropriate to punch himself in the face, because that was the only way he would shut up at that point.
genre: fluff, soft
wordcount: 1240 


The first time Jimin told Jungkook he loved him was during the early years before their debut.

Jimin experience homesickness in waves, some currents stronger than others. It was worse during stressful periods, and lately Jimin had been calling his parents every other night, speaking softly about how much he missed them and how he wished he could be playing with his baby brother instead.

The night he made his routine phone call, he was out in the living room while Jungkook sat at the table doing homework. Every so often Jungkook glanced up as Jimin snorted or complained at whatever conversation he was having with his mother. Soon the topic of food came up, and Jimin’s excited voice shrunk back as he stared at the floor.

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(phanfic) just breathe now

Title: just breathe now
Words: 4,714
Summary: Suddenly he realizes Phil is next to him, arm around his back, holding him upright and checking his temperature by pressing his palm against his cheek.
“Phil?” He whispered, once he found the breath and presence of mind to speak.
“Hey, baby. I’m here, just breathe.”
(Dan comes down with the stomach flu in the middle of the night. Phil cares for him.)

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“Sure you don’t want any?” Phil asked, eyeing him uncertainly for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“I’m sure, just not hungry yet,” Dan answered, glancing at him sideways from the couch. “I’ll have some later.”

“Okaaay…” Phil responded, drawing out the word as he returned to the kitchen from the doorway.

Dan felt bad about turning down the orange chicken stir-fry Phil seemed so proud of making, but he just wasn’t hungry and the thought of eating didn’t seem appealing. He’d started feeling slightly off around mid-morning, but had brushed it off and eaten lunch anyway, figuring he may have just been hungry. Eating had only seemed to make the weird feeling a bit worse, if anything.

Phil returned a minute later carrying his plate of food and setting it down on their dining table nearby, sitting down to chat with Dan while he ate.

“I made a plate for you, it’s wrapped up in the fridge for you to heat when you’re ready,” He said, digging into his meal.

Dan nodded, but pushed the thought of eating back out of his head as they both focused on the episode of Riverdale Dan had put on for them to watch.

They watched the episode and enjoyed casual conversation for a while until Dan felt a headache forming behind his eyes, and felt the uncomfortable feeling of malaise making itself more apparent. He sighed and laid his head back, closing his eyes.

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My heart will break three times:
Once when you turn and walk away from me, from us, with permanence in your step.
Twice when I finally collect myself from where you left me and I too reluctantly start contributing to the distance between us.
And thrice when I look back and see you’ve bumped into someone that’s more for you than I was ever meant to be.
—  That’s the risk you take with love. And fuck, do I love you.
muse
—  you don’t owe him anything.
oh,
but what about the friday
he gave me that jacket
and picked me up
when i was too drunk to walk
and held my hair
as i vomited on the sidewalk
and still kissed me
(only after 2 pieces of gum)
you don’t owe him anything.
but what about the nights
he turned my fear
into blinding rage,
taught me to move mountains
with my voice
to hit the boy that
climbed in my bed unannounced
instead of folding into the quiet
(i was always so quiet)
you don’t owe him anything.
but what about the poems
that he sparked in my chest
every time he touched my thigh
and lied to me
(he loves me forever)
every word he’s caused
to flow from my pen
like rich molasses
(thick and sweet, never too much)
you don’t owe him anything.
oh,
but i do
i owe him every word
on this page
and every page after
(fuck you for the poetry)
Died of a broken heart

Just a little something I wrote in the Seduce Me universe with a Hanahaki twist. NGL I cried writing this so, I hope you enjoy!

Seeing them smile, their arms around their wives, Mika felt the flowers press against her closed lips, the earthy taste mixed with bile. Forcing the petals back down, she faked a smile, pretending to listen to whatever story Erik’s wife was going on about at the moment. Her mind was an empty buzz, a defense mechanism she picked up when the flowers began to appear, just in case Damien was listening. But, of course, he wasn’t. None of them were.

Mika was an outsider now, trespassing upon the happiness of the five men she loved the most. They had loved her, once. But she wasn’t enough to hold their attention. Their love began to wane, as Diana had warned her, finding others to love and cherish. Mika faded to the background, becoming nothing more than an old friend that the boys owed so much to. She assumed that was the only reason she was even invited to these weekly dinners the brothers used to catch up with each other as they lived on in the human world. She had been to every wedding, every important party and event the brothers had, fading into the background so effortlessly that everyone began to forget she even went, recounting stories only to be interrupted with a pained “I was there, you know.”

Soon, it was too much, and Mika had to excuse herself to the bathroom for the fourth time that night, vomiting rose petals helplessly. She had long ago made up some excuse about a chronic illness that ran in her family, hoping to keep the boys from becoming too suspicious. It had worked better than she anticipated, causing ripples of pain across her chest. The petals seemed to never end this time, and Mika had no idea how long she stayed in the bathroom. She only knew the taste of unrequited love, and the stars that she could never reach. Eventually, lucidity left her, leaving her alone in the bathroom of James’ house as she leaned against the cool porcelain of the toilet. She couldn’t remember who she was at this point, or why she was crying. She just stayed there, eyes unfocused and wet, until the petals stopped. Even then, she didn’t move, covered in roses of all colors and sizes.

Voices filtered into her headspace, helping her to regain some semblance of who she was, though all she did was stare at the door helplessly, unable to move. It sounded like the wives, most likely Damien’s and Sam’s having come to the bathroom to gossip, or to fix something of their appearance, which was always flawless. A fear gripped Mika, suddenly worried about being discovered. She willed her body to move, to hide the flowers, but she had reached her limit. The doorknob turned, and her heart pounded in her chest as the door began to open. The more Mika struggled to move, the harder it was to stay awake. Black began to consume her vision as she heard gasps and a yell for the boys.

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Mika woke in a bed, in a room to nice to be in a hospital. Her throat burned, and her chest ached, and all she wanted to do was cry.

“She’s awake.” A voice said from outside the door. She began to taste earth and bile, but it was weak and had no promise of blooming. The door opened, and her eyes unfocused momentarily. When the world came back into view, Mika could see five men stationed around the bed, and five women fretting about the doorway. Mika didn’t care to see the worry and pity on the men’s faces, but it was like she couldn’t look anywhere else. She coughed, and a wilted petal landed on her lap, gaining the attention of the boys.

“We’re sorry.” James’ low voice began, and Mika screwed her eyes shut.

“Don’t.” Her voice was raspy and pained, and the pain of her throat became secondary to the pain in her chest, her stomach, and her heart. “Just, don’t. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” She said robotically, willing them away. This was a sick dream, and she would be awake soon, rid of the tormentors that haunted her every thought. Though her eyes were shut, she knew Damien winced at that, and a bitterness rose up in her, finding enjoyment that he felt some of her pain.

“This is no dream.” His soft voice reminded her, and her eyes only opened to glare at him.

“This is ridiculous!” Sam’s aggression flared up, not knowing how to handle such an emotionally charged situation. “You’re not fine. You are never going to be fine. Why didn’t you tell us about this?” He barked. Mika could see the panic in his eyes, betraying his rough actions.

“It didn’t seem important.” Mika said blandly, voice void of emotion. James’ expression became indecipherable.

“It didn’t seem important?” He growled, trying to restrain his anger. “Mika, you could die from this. If you hadn’t been found, you could have died. What about that isn’t important?”

The bile that creeped up Mika’s throat was not accompanied by the taste of earth, but by rage that had been brewing in her stomach for years.

“It wasn’t important enough to tell any of you.” She spat, pumping her voice with as much venom as she could muster, still consumed with pain. “None of you seemed to care much, even before I began to hide it.” She snarled, thoughts flashing behind her eyes at a rapid rate. Damien began to feel sick, seeing everything she thought.

“Mika, don’t take this out on us!” Sam snapped back. But that only fanned the flames, earning a masochistic laugh from Mika. Erik and Matthew remained silent, their expressions only of sorrow and regret.

“Then who do I take it out on, Sam? Myself? That hasn’t seemed to do me any good.” Mika refused to look at him, letting her gaze drop to the sheets that covered her. “Years, you assholes. It’s been YEARS.” She let out a broken sob, clenching her fists tightly. “And not once have any of you noticed something was wrong. Or that I even still existed! Inviting me to things is only muscle memory for you now, and as soon as I arrive I am forgotten.” Another small petal made its way past her lips. She wanted to still be angry, to yell more and tell them how much she had suffered, because of them, but she couldn’t. Mika deflated, leaning against the pillows that propped her up in defeat.

“Mika-” Matthew began, but she cut him off.

“Just leave. Please. Just go. I need to rest, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” She said, her voice hardly above a whisper. Sam went to argue, but Erik put a hand on his shoulder. You felt a pang of thankfulness towards the second oldest, but shoved it down, preferring to bask in numbness. James looked like he wanted to argue as well, but he left the room, and his brothers followed his example. Damien lingered at the door, and looked back at her, pain twisting his expression. It broke Mika to see him like that, to see his face reflecting her pain.

“I’m sorr-”

“Go.” Mika commanded, pointing to the door. “Just go.” Damien nodded and left as well, closing the door behind him.

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“I don’t get why we’re supposed to be here.” Sam murmured to himself, fighting off tears of his own.

“Because we’re partly responsible for this.” James said, silent tears already streaming down his face as he stared ahead through the rain. The fact that it had rained on the day of a funeral was a slap in the face to the boys, like the world was mocking their sorrow. Damien and Matthew were the first to break down, sobbing as they kneeled at the base of the headstone, the mud and rain ruining their clothes. Erik kept a stony expression, not knowing how to process such intense grief.

“We owe her everything, and she’s gone.” Matthew wailed, his throat tight with words unspoken. Damien sobbed quietly, his emotions intensified by the feelings he could sense his brothers emitting. The guilt, the grief, the regrets they all had when it came to Mika.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all.


After a while, James closed his eyes and sighed. “Let’s go home.” He said softly, helping pick up his youngest brothers from the ground, exhausted from sobbing. Four of the boys began to walk away, but one lingered.

“Sam,” James’ even voice called out. “You coming?”

“Just a minute. I’ll catch up.” Sam replied, his voice thick and gruff. He placed a gentle hand on the beautiful headstone, tracing the inscription with his eyes. “Doofus.” He said gently, his tears mimicking the slowing rain.

“Sam.” James said again, with a little more force. Sam looked at the sad words once again, before running after his brothers.

Here lies Mika Anderson

Beloved friend and kind soul

Died of a broken heart.

May she rest in peace.

Bestfriend!Jungkook #20 “I think I might be completely in love with you so it’s either you get down or I come up to get you.”


“Have you spoken to Jeon yet?” Shaking your head at Jimin, he let’s out a drawn out sigh. “You’re gonna kill him Y/N, it’s been over a week.”

Lifting your head from your food you glare at your best friend, “A week isn’t that long, don’t be so dramatic.”

Jimin let out a scoff and took another sip of his coke. “I’m not the one being dramatic here Y/N, those were Jungkook’s words.” Groaning, you dropped your head on your coffee table, not even bothering to finish the take out Jimin collected for you.

Lifting your head and fixing your hair out of the way in a frustrated manner, you snap, “What does he expect me to do? We’ve been friends since we were little kids, how am I supposed to take on that bombshell of a confession he gave me last Saturday?” Seeing how frustrated and confused you must have been, Jimin left a comforting hand rest on your knee from where he sat on your sofa.

“Just talk to him okay? Like you said, you’ve been friends for most of your lives, you should give him a little credit. It must have been hard to bottle up his feelings for all that time.” Jimin mumbled with loyal sympathy for his friend.

After a moment of silence, your television still buzzing in the background, you got up to put the leftovers of your meal away. “You want another coke?” You ask over your shoulder.

“Nah, I think I’ll bolt. Jungkook will probably be waiting to interrogate me after pacing the dorm for the past four hours.” Jimin replaces his cap over his head of hair and swept away any crumbs left on his jeans.

You speedily moved to poke your head around the corner from the kitchen, “You told him you were going out to see me?” Your shrill voice made Jimin wince as he stood up.

“Yeah,” he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry but he’s such a pain in the ass and we all know I don’t hang out with anyone else apart from you and him.”

You sulk and let your body droop against the wall. “How the fuck am I meant to deal with this?” You whined tiredly, wishing that you would have said something when he confessed instead of running away like the cowardice idiot that you are.

Jungkook was more than important to you, he was your life line. You loved and hated each other, but as it turns out Jungkook was hiding a bit more of his so-called ‘love’ for years until he recently took you to your hangout at the local park.

“How come this never gets easier to climb?” You grumbled, fighting to catch your breath, hardly able to even hold yourself up on one of the branches of you and Jungkook’s tree.

“Probably because you’re getting old.” Jungkook criticised with a wink. You let out an irritated puff of air and pushed yourself up with your chest.

Successfully getting to the highest branch, you cheered. “This tree will never get the best of me!” You laughed which made Jungkook’s laugh follow. He helped you sit down opposite him, both your legs straddling the thick branch. The sun was setting and it was chilly. You shivered as a breeze hit you, only wearing a thin scrawny jacket. Spying Jungkook’s thick hoodie underneath his own jacket, you shifted a bit closer to him on the branch.

“Yo Jeon, hand me your hoodie.” You waited for him to take it off with your arm outstretched.

“Huh?” The said man looked at you like you were stupid. “Give me your hoodie, it’s a simple demand.”

Jungkook smirked. “No. I’ll freeze, you should have bright something warmer – ah!”

“It won’t just be your shin I kick next time.” You frowned, “What’s the matter, are you sick? You always give me your hoodie without so much as a peep.”

Jungkook’s hand slowed down where he rubbed his leg due to your sharp kick and blushed slightly before turning his eyes away from you. “It’s nothing, I just…don’t feel like giving it today.” He sheepishly chuckled, “Plus it’s dirty, I wore it to practice earlier and I haven’t showered yet.”

Your eyebrows drew up, “Since when did that ever bother you? It’s never bothered me.” Deciding to just leave the conversation at that since he was acting weird about it, you turned around so your legs were on one side of the tree and you were swinging them back and forth, waiting for the sun to go down.

Your best friend followed your actions and coughed awkwardly, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

“So…did you like your birthday present?” Jungkook said out of nowhere.

Though out of the blue, you still laughed good heartily, “Yeah I loved it,” Turning your head to him you enquired, “you’ve never gotten me jewellery before. It’s nice.” Subconsciously you reached for the necklace around your neck that Jungkook gave you not long ago for your birthday. Usually, he would make his own gift, something you could laugh at or he’d buy tons of your favorite candy, but this year you got jewellery. A necklace that had the first letter of your name on it. It was beautiful, you had been so in awe when you first opened it and shocked too. Jungkook never spent a lot of money on anything unless it was figurines or underwear.

To get you an expensive, gorgeous piece of jewellery, it was very put of character.

“I wanted to give you something a bit more special than candy or whatever.” He mumbled his words, looking down at his boots, which seemed to be the most interesting thing to Jungkook than you for the past few days. When you talked directly to him or when there was a silence, he just started at his shoes as if there was an answer to all of life’s questions engraved on them.

You shoved his arm, making him sway a little off-balance. “Hey, you always get great gifts. The drawing you gave me last year was amazing. I even framed it.” He drew a funny comic-style cartoon of you in the onesie you used to wear when you slept at each other’s house during middle school. You both had pleasant memories of that onesie, though you eventually outgrew it.

“Yeah but, it was a bit childish.” For the first time that afternoon, he managed to look you straight in the eye. “We’re adults now. We’re not kids anymore.” The seriousness in his tone caught you off-guard, and you didn’t know why but his gaze looked like he meant something different.

You blew into your cold hands, trying to avoid the awkwardness that suddenly dampened your conversation. Your gaze averted to look into the distance, though you could feel Jungkook still looking at you and your cold hands.

Gasping in surprise when Jungkook’s large hands covered yours, you looked up at him a little stunned. You noticed he was staring at your interlocked fingers as his hot ones warmed your much colder ones. You felt the heat through to your very core and your heart started beating faster when you looked at him. Since when did he look so, masculine and mature? Had he gone through puberty a second time over the past few days?

He sends you a pleasant smile. A blush flushed your cheeks. No, not from Jungkook, from the cold, it had to be from the cold. He’s your best friend.

Pulling your hands away from his frantically, you shuffled a little further away on the branch.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been acting really weird. Like, not making fun of me weird and acting more sensitive kind of weird.”

Jungkook’s eyes had doubt in them for a split second but after a couple of moments he sucked in a breath and looked you straight in the eye with confidence. He leaned closer to from where he eas sitting.

“I’m in love with you. I have been for a while.”

“Ugh, this is such a mess!” With Jimin long gone, you were left with yourself and your guilt. How the hell did he end up falling love with me? We’ve seen each other running around naked as kids, seen each other vomit after drinking too much as rebellious teens, hell, we’ve even seen each other on the toilet too many times to count! We’re too comfortable with each other and have seen too much to have those kinds of feelings.

This isn’t something you can just un-hear or take back. Our friendship can’t be the same after this, can it? Unless I like him too and we could start datin- no! You’re just friends, you always have been and you always will. You don’t have those feeling. That’s final.

Contemplating what the hell you needed to do now, you plopped down on your sofa and brought your head down to rest your chin on your knee.

You remembered during high school, Jungkook only hung out with you. Even being in a different class. He was too shy to talk to other guys and was a mess near any girl apart from you. That bothered you at the time. It was as if you were invisible, you weren’t a girl to him.

You were like his sister. And you hated that.

It wasn’t until a couple of months after that, that you got a boyfriend and forgot all about the strange Jungkook thing. Maybe that was your way of coping.

Do I have feelings for him or not? Even if I did it wouldn’t be possible to go back to being best friends if something went wrong and we broke up. Plus, Jimin would be such an awkward third wheel. You scoffed at yourself. Why am I so selfish?


When Jimin walked through the door to their dorm at a little past eleven at night, he prepared himself for another hour of Jungkook talking his ear off and asking him all sorts of questions as if he was an investigator.

Even though the kid was a total wackjob and you were a total headache, he still felt sorry for the two of you. He didn’t have the friendship you had with each other and he could tell that he never would have a connection with anyone like the two of you did. What you had was so fucking special.

“Were you with Y/N until now?” and there he was. Jeon Jungkook. His eyes wide and frantic, his hair a mess, probably from running his hands through it every two minutes and he basically just looked a mess. Jimin spotted he had his bracelet locked between his fingers instead of on his wrist. You had a similar bracelet on your left wrist, though Jimin was unsure whether you were wearing it tonight.

Jimin sighed and took off his shoes. “Yes Jungkook, you know this, I told you this morning I’d be with her until now.”

Jungkook frowned at his attitude but let Jimin walk past him to the kitchen. “Did you talk about me?” He asked timidly.

The younger boy bit his lip, probably going to leave a mark whilst Jimin went to get some water from the fridge. The elder boy sighed, “Yes, we did.” He looked away from his water to Jungkook’s anticipating eyes. “She was a bit of a mess. Actually no, that’s downgrading it, she was a giant hot mess because of you Jungkook.”

Jungkook let out a frustrated groan and walked away, “What am I doing? Why am I such a coward?” Jimin followed him to their sofa.

“You are not a coward, you’re giving her the space she needs even when you’re here going absolutely batshit crazy because of her.” He attempted to comfort the pitiful boy. “Just wait for her to come to you. She needs time to…I don’t know, sort out her feelings.” Jimin sat next to his friend and bumped his shoulder.

Jungkook looked up at that. “Did she mention any sort of,” he coughed lightly, “feelings for me?”

Jimin chewed at his lip, not sure what your feelings for Jungkook were. Yeah, you were in a state because of him but was that really because you were angry at him for turning your friendship upside down, or was it something else?

“I don’t know Jungkook. To be honest, I think she’s just confused and doesn’t want your friendship to be ruined,” Jungkook sagged against the back of the sofa, his arm covering his face from exhaustion, “but at the same time, I think she’s most worried about hurting your feelings. That’s why she hasn’t contacted you, she just doesn’t know what to say.” Jimin sipped on the water and Jungkook’s phone chimed from his pocket.

Half-heartedly, Jungkook dug his hand into his sweatpants’ pocket, not expecting you to message him at that very moment. “Shit!” He swore. “It’s Y/N.” Jimin swiftly turned to him in anticipation.

Jungkook chewed on his thumbnail as his eyes skimmed your text message over and over again until it was imprinted on his brain. “What does she want?” Jimin pressed himself up against Jungkook’s arm, reading the text for himself.

“She wants to meet tomorrow? Fuck, it’s not even been an hour since I left her apartment.” Jimin says in bewilderment. Jungkook didn’t respond, his eyes still locked on the screen. When he was certain that this was real and he was not dreaming, he turned to his friend.

“Do I say yes?” Jungkook breathes out, young and confused with not much experience with women and whether they mean what they say. “I mean, should I give her more time? What if she just sent this because she felt guilty?” The boy panics and Jimin wanted to slap him upside the head so that this painfully awkward thing going on between the two of you just diminishes.

“Of course you say yes dipshit! She’s finally talking to you, do you want to say no and not know whether she’s ever going to talk to you again?” Getting up from his seat, Jimin decided to leave Jungkook to his own thoughts and go and change. “You’re on your own Kook, I’m going to bed.” The elder yawns.

Jungkook was going to complain about how unsupportive and unhelpful Jimin was being but the door shut too soon for the words to leave his mouth. Instead, he just looked back to his phone in contemplation.


I’ve had to split this into two parts because it ended up being so long, like over 4,000 words haha!

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Request: Chanyeol 13

13) You are sick with the flu, your bias stays home to take care of you.

Original prompt list can be found here! New prompt list can be found here!

Member: Exo Chanyeol x Y/N

Type: Fluff

I squeezed tighter to the Rilakkuma plush Chanyeol had given me on my birthday and groaned, trying to push out any discomfort through my voice and hopefully out of my body. There was only one gangly boy I trusted to take care of me and his limbs were draped across me, properly asleep.

I grumbled again, trying even louder this time to wake him up without directly waking him up. I had broken into a heavy sweat, stemming from what I could only guess was a fever running through my body, not at all aided by the human space heater beside me.

“Chanyeol.” I finally moaned, trying to wipe the sweat from my face. “Chanyeol I think I’m sick.”

“Did you get medicine from the cabinet?” he grumbled, his voice deep with sleep.

“I can’t reach it…you put it up too high,” I complained, smacking the arm he had placed around my stomach.

I heard him chuckle lightly before he leaned over and kissed my forehead. “Oh jagi,” he sighed. “You’re burning up.”

“Ugh,” I grumbled, flopping around on the bed.

“Should I cancel our plans with Baekhyun today?” he asked, pulling himself up and shuffling towards the bathroom.

“What do you think?” I sighed. I heard him chuckle again as he continued down the hallway. He reappeared after a few moments with a pill bottle in one hand and a thermometer in the other.

“You know what I think?" a smile filling his face.

"Hmm?” I hummed, sitting up and swallowing the medicine he was giving me.

“I think because you’re so small, you’re more susceptible to getting sick. I think I heard that’s what happens when you’re small, but I wouldn’t really know for sure,” he said with another smirk.

“Quit picking on me and take care of me!” I moaned, flopping around again on the bed.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” he cooed, sitting next to me on the bed and shoving the thermometer into my mouth. He began to sing quietly, petting my hair as we both waited for the thermometer to beep.

I was infected by some kind of virus, but normally I had to deal with my happy virus, otherwise known as Chanyeol. He was a simple man, very sweet. He didn’t say “I love you” much, but never hesitated to show it in various, small ways. He had written me over a dozen songs since we had started dating and all of them had been privately performed for me with the accompaniment of his guitar. Granted some of the songs were ad libbed and pretty terrible, but they were still meant for me.

“101.7!” Chanyeol gasped, ripping the beeping thermometer from my mouth. “Jagi!” he flipped over in the bed and pulled me into his arms as tightly as he could, snuggling his face into my neck.

“Too much cuddling,” I gasped, smacking at his hands.

“That is blasphemous and very much not a thing!” he protested, pulling me in even tighter. “Cuddling is the best medicine and-”

“Chanyeol,” I griped. “Let go!”

“Accept the love!” he yelled.

“I’m going to vomit!” I gasped. The word “vomit” immediately made Chanyeol recoil and let go of me with lightning speed. I sprung up from the bed, sprinting to the bathroom and heaved up the contents of my stomach.

“Ja-jagi?” he questioned nervously, standing in the doorway.

“Ugh,” I moaned, holding tightly to the toilet in front of me.

He slowly walked into the room, grabbing a hair tie from the sink and began to gently pull my hair back from my face. He grabbed a small wash cloth and let it get damp with cold water before he placed it on the back of my neck. He took a seat on the edge of the tub and sighed. “What can I do to help?” he whispered.

“Leave,” I cried, looking up at him with a damp face. “I don’t want to get you sick.”

“I can’t possibly get sick,” he said with a quick smirk. “I’m too tall, I breath a completely different level of air than you.”

“Chanyeol!” I yelled, grasping onto the toilet. “As soon as I feel better, you are sooo in for it.”

Originally posted by essentyeol

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You will know us a little more !

Rules : Tag 20 amazing people you want to get to know better !


Tagged by : We were tagged by @maadiissun ! Thanks for that !


Name : 

Gwen - Gwendoline

Eirin - Pauline


Nickname : 

Gwen - Gwen, The witch, crow, gwenou (only close friends)

Eirin - Too many ! But many friends call me Unicorn, Popo (only close friends) or Eirin, I just let everyone find a nickname for me when I talk with them in fact


Gender : 

Gwen - Female

Eirin - Female


Star sign : 

Gwen - Capricorn

Eirin - Cancer


Height : 

Gwen - 1m59

Eirin - 1,67m or 5′5″


Sexual orientation : 

Gwen - Honnestly I don’t know and I don’t care. I’m more into men but I don’t mind a woman, I can love anyone.

Eirin - I don’t use a term for my orientation, I don’t really care. I just fall in love with a person so.


Hogwarts house : 

Gwen - Slytherin

Eirin - Ravenclaw


Favorite color : 

Gwen - Black

Eirin - Purple


Favorite animal(s) : 

Gwen - Too much but some of them are : crows, snakes, cats, dogs, rats, owls

Eirin - I have a few favorites : wolves, foxes, dogs, beetles and owls


Hours of sleep : 

Gwen - Can’t say my sleep is to irregular and I often have insomnia

Eirin - I don’t know, I’m no regular with this at all


Dog or Cat Person : 

Gwen - Both

Eirin - I always had both around me and loved both


Favorite fictional characters : 

Gwen - Ow hm… hard to choose but I would say the Winchesters brothers of course, Crowley, Death (SPN); Christian Molochai and Twig (from Lost Souls), Fido (Excquisite corpse); Wenesday Adams; Dorian Gray; Elvira; Lestat and Louis (vampire chronicles); And probably a lot more ! 

Eirin - Is that a trap ? It’s so hard ! So, as you can guess, the Winchesters, Charlie and Crowley from SPN ; Solas, Cole and Cullen from DAI ; Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds ; Jon, Tyrion, Ned and Arya from GoT (both show and books !) ; Ezio from AC ; Lucia from The Last Kingdom and many others but I don’t wanna write a book !


Number of blankets I sleep with : 

Gwen - One or two

Eirin - One in summer, two in winter


Favorite band/singers :

Gwen - Too much, but I’ll tell you some : Sting, Dir en grey, Bauhaus, The Cure, Alestorm, Two step from hell, Combichrist, Equilibrium, Ghost, Nine inch nails, Gojira, Sycorax, Sidewalks and skeletons, Rammstein, Alice in chains, Nirvana, The Buttress, Radiohead, Ultra Vomit, Metallica, AC/DC, Scorpion, Beethoven, Chopin and a lot more 

Eirin - Oh. Okay, the trap is here. I have too many artists I love so some of them are : ONE OK ROCK, AC/DC, Phil Collins, Bach, Bon Jovi, My Chemical Romance, RED, Nickelback, Peter Hollens, Kansas, Elvis (don’t tell my father he won’t let me in peace as his ultilmate fan), Nirvana, Breaking Benjamin, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Hans Zimmer, Kalafina, Led Zepplin, Sting and so The Police, Elton John, Alestorm… I told you, too many !


Dream trip : 

Gwen - Going back to Germany as well as visiting England and Italy (because Renaissance). But New Orleans!

Eirin - Hum… A world tour ? Seriously, I wanna gonna too Italy (origins make that !), Germany, U.K, Irland, Japan, U.S (especially NOLA, Chicago and Austin, Houston, Dallas !)… Yeah, I’ll say a world tour !


Dream job : 

Gwen - Artist or working in anything that has to do with art

Eirin - Writter (for video games) and gameplay programmer


When was this blog created : 

16th May 2017, so 3 mounths ago ! It’s a baby blog so be nice with him !


Current number of followers : 

Around 4,928 right now (always changing!)


When did your blog reach its peak :

… We don’t know ? XD


What made me get a tumblr : 

Well, it was created just because of a will to do this kind of format with the show and sharing that with the fandom !


Tagging : No one, answer only if you want to ! We wanna know all of our little demons ! ♥

FANNIBAL APPRECIATION DAY!

Since it’s #FANNIBALAPPRECIATIONDAY, here’s a few peeps that I am thankful for!!! ((This is by no means a complete list, all of y’all are amazing & I have a terrible memory & there are people I can’t remember the urls of LOL))

WARNING: Some sappy feels under the cut XD

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Emetophobia

Originally posted by avasilevskiy

Request:  Hi! So First things first: I’m in love with your writing. Lol! Like for real, your writing is just so emotional for me and I just love the way you write❤️ So thank you for writing so many great oneshots~ Secondly, (if requests are still open) can you write a oneshot (or hcs) where the reader has emetophobia and has the batfam take care of them?? I’m currently sick in bed and I have that fear so I kinda feel like death UGHH but anyways yeah lol If you can do this then thank you so much! :)

Pairing:   Batfam x reader

Summary: Emetophobia:  a phobia that causes overwhelming, intense anxiety pertaining to vomiting.  

Words Count: 902

Genre: Fluff, kinda gross if you’re too squeamish about vomit

Notes: Thank you so much for the kind words! Sorry you’re feeling sick, I hope you feel better soon:( Requests are ALWAYS open! I’m always looking forwards to new requests or just nice little notes, I love the interaction!

sorry if this is a litle short, I have this as well and so i got a little queasy writing this!


“(Y/N), please stop being so over dramatic, it’s only a bodily function.” Damian says apathetically from above you’re hunched over figure.

You sat below him dry heaving. You and him had just finished stopping some criminals when Damian kicked one of them in the stomach and the man emptied his stomach contents all over the cold concrete. To a normal person, you would only walk away disgusted but it just so happened that you had emetophobia. Even just the sound of someone doing..that, you got sick yourself. You two had managed to get to about two alleyways away before it really kicked in and you were crippled by sickness.

“Damian, I swear to god if you say that one more time-” You were planning on finishing your threat but a sudden wave of nausea crashed on you and a gag stopped your words.

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