i will admit that i teared up a bit

Close enough

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  Hey could you please do an imagine where the reader and jimin are fighting and he says that he hates that she’s really clingy and he hates when she ‘steals’ his clothes and that hurts you but you didn’t show it and then you guys make up but you still thought about what he said so you stopped being clingy and stopped wearing his clothes and doesn’t realize at first but when does, he feels really bad and sad bc he loves when u are clingy and loves when you wear his clothes.

Originally posted by kths

Your eyes followed your boyfriend’s annoyed figure as he paced around the room. Today must have been really stressful for him because since he came through the door he’s been nothing but on edge. A small thought in the back of your head told you not to pick a fight with him but another part of you knew that you didn’t need to be treated rudely because of something that effected him at work. 

“Fine. Look, I’m sorry….Let’s just drop it..” You told him, sitting back on the bed. 

Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking back at you.

“Drop it? Y/N this might not be a big deal to you but this isn’t something I’m just going to drop!”

You grew silent as you heard his voice raise towards you. He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face. 

“All I’m saying is I can’t have you texting me all the time. I already got scolded once for responding during a meeting and I really don’t need to be on my boss’ bad side right now. It’s just- too much…Sometimes I feel like you’re always trying to talk to me about something and I need personal space. I don’t get why that’s so hard for you to grasp..” He mumbled.

“I just missed you. I didn’t think it was a big deal-”

“You didn’t think. That’s my point.”

You tilted your head, giving him a direct look. 

“What the hell is your problem today? I already said I was sorry..”

Jimin sat down on the bed. 

“There’s just so much going on right now and I just don’t need you always on me. Maybe we should take a break or something.” 

Your eyes widened at the words you feared most besides, “I think we should break up”. 

“You can’t be serious-”

You hand extended to hold onto your boyfriend’s arm but Jimin pulled his own away. 

“I can’t do this right now. I can’t hear about how much I’m away from you, I can’t deal with you always stealing my clothes, or waiting for me to come home, or making jokes about me leaving you all the time. I’m tired of you being so clingy!”

The tears you were holding back started to well up on your eyes until your vision became blurred. You hadn’t realized how he really felt about all of this. You had just assumed that all those times you were missing him that he was feeling the exact same way. You stood up from the bed, sliding the hoodie of his that you were wearing and threw it onto the ground. 

“Fine! I won’t be!” 

Seeing you cry must have really hit a nerve in him because before you were able to head out of the door he stood up in front of you. He held you against his chest even as you tried to push him away. 

“Wait. I didn’t mean it about the break thing. This went way too far and I crossed the line. I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I just got upset over nothing.”

He looked down at you but you avoided looking up at him as your head was now resting on his chest. He could feel your head move every time you sniffled, just giving him even more guilt.

“This isn’t really about you texting me too much. I think the lack of sleep and over working is just getting to me…I’m really sorry. I’m taking this out on you when it’s not even your fault.” 

You felt his warm hands come up to your cheeks as he leaned your head up to face him. 

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered. 

Jimin used his sleeve as an attempt to wipe your tears off and by the look in his eyes you could tell he really meant what he was saying. You knew this sort of stuff was hard on him but you wish he wouldn’t hold it all in until he explodes all the time. Nonetheless you accept your boyfriend’s apology by giving him a nod.

“Seriously. If I ever do something like this again I really wouldn’t blame you for leaving me.”

The worried expression on his face made you crack.

“I get it.” You let out.

Jimin gave you a light kiss on top of your forehead.

“Should we get ready to go out for dinner then? It’s on me.” He said in a convincing tone.

Seeing the puppy eyes he was giving you, you gave in instantly.

“Alright.” You smiled, running off to get dressed.

Ever since that one fight things seemed a little off between the two of you. He would do things that made you think he was still trying to make up for that one day and even though it still bothered you, you wish he would just let it go. You tried to be empathetic but you didn’t want him to keep doing things just to keep you happy. You wanted things to just be normal so you decided that maybe it wasn’t all just because of work. Maybe he actually wanted space and was afraid to come to terms with it and tell you. From now on you didn’t send him good morning texts at work, no checking up on him, no telling him that you miss him or think about him, no more wearing his clothes because their comfortable or smell like him, no more waiting for him to come home in the living room, and no more random I love you’s.

Jimin also was taking notice of the new changes between you both. He was, in fact, trying to do things to make up for what happened because of how bad he felt. He’d bring home presents, take you out, try to text you more often, and just overall praise you whenever you were around. The problem was he couldn’t help but think you were mad at him still since you started to distance yourself. That is until he realized the things he spewed off during the fight between you. He wondered if you were distancing yourself because of what he said despite him not meaning it. Jimin loved coming home to finding you waiting for him or surprising him with how much you loved him. He missed seeing you wake up wearing his shirt from last night or stealing a hoodie or two from his closet. He never really noticed how much he loved those things about you until they were gone. It was starting to drive him crazy.

As you’re sitting on the couch on your laptop you hear him come home, shutting the door in a rush. You pretend to be uninterested, just scrolling through your dashboard but you hear him walk all the ways over to you. As his figure shadows over you, you look up at him.

“You’re home-“

“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what I can do to take all of what I said back but I want to. I miss you like crazy and god, I love you so much, you know that? There isn’t a second that I’m not thinking about you and there’s not a second that goes by that I’m not reminded of you. I want you to take wear my stuff until it smells like you, I want you to text me during work to tell me what you can’t wait to do until I’m home, I want you to just-…I want you to love me like you did before.”

Speechless you sit up from your seat to face him properly as you push aside the laptop in your lap. You hadn’t expected him to come home like this nor did you think you were the one doing the wrong thing. You thought you were just doing what he wanted but there was a hidden guilty pleasure from hearing him admit how much he needs you.  You decided to just tease him a little bit more.

“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s just not really my thing anymore and I think you were right. Somethings are just better left unsaid. I mean you already know I love you, why would I need to tell you that daily?”

Jimin groaned, pouting like a child.


You crossed your arms across your chest.

“Yes, Jiminie?”

Without warning you feel him cup your face like before but instead of wiping your tears you felt the familiar feeling of his soft, full lips being pressed up against yours. He took 5 long seconds to completely make you feel as if you were going to melt in your seat just from one kiss. As he pulled away from you, you saw the glimpse of seriousness in his eyes.

“I miss you. Please….just forgive me this once?”

Damn it. For once you thought you had the upper hand but his dumb cute face and amazing lips had won you over again.

“Fine but you have to say it first today.”

Jimin let out a small laugh.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Hurt one of us and you face us all ~The Originals~

You stomped into the kitchen, slamming your bag down on the counter. Your dried tear stained cheeks probably leaving foundation stripes over your cheeks along with the short lines of the weak mascara you wore. 

The bruise forming under your eye already visible from your angle. It pounding slightly. You had to stifle another sob from escaping your throat as another body moved into the kitchen without warning. As swift as a ghost. 

“Good evening darling,” Elijah’s voice came from behind you as you immediately turned towards the fridge. You quickly opened it, sniffing to keep back the tears. Ravaging around the three or four consumable things for you- the only human in the house. 

“Hey Elijah.” you quickly replied, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge trying to wipe at your cheeks and your eyes. You could hear him walking around behind you. 

“Are you hungry? I can fix you something? I’m sure you won’t appreciate a glass of blood” he remarked behind you. You forced a slight laugh, 

“No-no I’m fine thank you” you replied, taking a sip of your water. Carefully surveying the backdrop of the kitchen. You still not turning towards Elijah. They all had warned you. Kol, Rebekah, Elijah even Klaus had warned you about your boyfriend. The boy that you had been with for more than a year had finally showed his true colours tonight. 

He had cursed your name, uttered all your flaws, admitted that he cheated on you and enjoyed it, disrespected you and had lifted his hand against you. You should’ve listened to them. You should’ve listened to them because they knew who and what he truly was. 

“Y/N- may I ask you to turn to me?” Elijah questioned in his informative voice. 

You shook your head, forced to bite your lip as you didn’t want to cry about that pathetic ex boyfriend of yours especially not in front of Elijah. You heard him sigh and you could only imagine his facial expression. Regret, maybe a knowing glare but sadness. 

“Y/N” he soothed as he slowly put his hands on your shoulders forcing you to bite away the tears even harder. He slowly turned you around and his jaws clenched upon seeing your bruised facial feature. 

His hands gently cupped your face, his thumb grazing slightly over the bruise and then his eyes locked with yours. 

“Y/N, whatever might’ve happened- it is not your fault,” Elijah’s voice soothed as your eyes brimmed with tears once again. Then you heard footsteps behind Elijah and you ducked away but it was too late. Klaus had already saw you and he paced over to you. 

“What in the bloody hell is this?” he snapped angrily. You turned towards him slightly and his facial features morphed into anger. 

“Oh that bastard- how dare he!” Klaus exploded as Elijah opened a cupboard a few feet away from you. Klaus firmly took your face into one of his hands and inspected the bruise. Careful not to hurt you. His eyes danced in anger. 

“Death” he announced turning towards Elijah as well and you wanted to interject but Elijah turned and talked over you.

“I’m sorry Y/N but I have to agree with Niklaus” he spoke wetting a cloth in the sink next to you, “But first you need to tell us what happened” 

“I don’t need to know the full story to know I’m going to kill the lad” Klaus declared. 

“I’m fine- really just leave it both of you. It was just a misunderstanding but its over- ” you tried but Elijah slowly padded the bruise making you flinch slightly. 

“It is not fine- he physically abused you and most likely verbally and mentally and honestly Y/N he needs to be taught a lesson before meeting his maker” Elijah declared, slowly dabbing at the bruise a bit more. 

“Don’t try to tell us your fine your emotional state is all over the place” Klaus declared and you shrieked away from him. 

“I was just stupid- I should’ve listened” you declared. 

“You sure should have Love” Klaus declared as Elijah turned to his brother. 

“Niklaus you are not helping at the moment. I suggest you keep your mouth closed.” Elijah sarcastically replied. Klaus rolled his eyes, leaning against the counter keeping a watchful eye on what Elijah was doing. 

“He admitted he cheated” you sheepishly stated and Elijah clenched his jaw. You bit away tears that had suddenly creeped up on your eyes when you thought back at what he had said. Elijah saw and Klaus stiffened as well. 

“Whatever he said, whatever he insinuated, whatever he made you feel- it was lies and you deserve better than that low life.” Elijah said as the tears started falling from your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and you didn’t hold back. 

You cried into him. Him holding you tightly. 

“I’ve got you y/n” Elijah soothed as someone else entered the kitchen. That is when you wanted to disappear.  You pulled away from Elijah as he turned to see who entered and it was Rebekah. You saw her confused expression and then she stalked over to you. 

“Bloody asshole” she hissed as she slammed her arms around you and hugged you, Elijah moving out of the way. When you pulled away from her Klaus was angry all over again. 

“I won’t kill him, I’m just going to hurt him” Klaus declared and Rebekah nodded. 

“I’m in” she hissed as Elijah nodded in affirmation. 

“Let’s go then- he hurst one of us, he has to deal with all of us” Elijah said and Klaus and Rebekah stalked out of the kitchen. 

“You mean everything to us, Y/N” Elijah’s deep voice interrupted the brief moment of silence,  making you look up, “Your our family wether or not your a Mikaelsson or not” he informed. You smiled slightly, when he returned it and disappeared leaving you in the silence of the kitchen. Just when you thought you were alone boots  thumping on the floor, Kol strode in with a bat comfortable seated on his shoulder. 

“So I heard that so called boyfriend of yours hit you?” Kol knowingly stated, trying to provide an encouraging smile. You nodded sheepishly biting your lip slightly but before you could try and talk him out of anything he interrupted. 

“Well, I finally get to try out my new bat” he smiled and you couldn’t help but laugh at the smile he gave you before leaving. You quickly ran after him but when you turned the corner he was gone a small smile still playing on your lips. 

Wake to Autumn (Bucky x reader Drabble)

Characters: reader x Bucky

Summary: You awake to the change of the seasons in the middle of the night, leading to a sweet surprise from your amazing boyfriend. 

Prompt: “crisp air”

Warnings: None! Total fluff. 

Word Count: 1.1k

A/N: This is for @promarvelfangirl ‘s 2k Follower’s writing challenge! Congratulations, my dear! I’m slowly coming back to writing after my hiatus. My life has not slowed down one bit, in fact it’s worse than ever but I’m glad I was able to finish this challenge. I have one more coming up soon as well. Hope you needed a bit of fluff! I know I do. Let me know your thoughts, I’ve missed you guys. <3


Originally posted by thosekidswhohuntmonsters

Despite the thick blanket wrapped around you and the warm arm casually draped over your waist, you were awakened from a cozy slumber and rudely brought into consciousness. Possibly because you were absolutely freezing.

Pulling knees up toward your chest hoping to conserve your core heat, you realized the problem. Yep. It was that time of year. It was finally wear-socks-to-bed weather. Your bare feet under the covers were like icicles, requiring more warmth than the blanket alone could provide. However, it also meant that your favorite season was approaching.  

Sleepy smile stretching across your face, you carefully slipped out of bed and grabbed a spare comforter to wrap around yourself. You curled up in the large over-stuffed chair in the corner of the room and cracked the window a few inches so you could peak outside. The cool breeze made you gasp, feeling the crisp air fill your lungs as the smell of Autumn overwhelmed you.

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(Request: Can you do a darylxreader where he’s scared to admit he really needs a cuddle and gets annoyed that reader wont pick up the hints that he needs someone but comes to her on the verge of tears because hes desperate to have all her attention, so she slowly takes his clothes off & makes him spend the night with her but he wakes up at crazy early morning like 2am & asks her to lay ontop of him so hes 100% sure shes actually with him maybe a bit of morning smut aswell)

Note: i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you like it!!

warning: mentions of glenns death, mild angst, smut!

Originally posted by thewalkinggifs

You saw Daryl sharpening his arrows on the front porch. You decided to go and see how he was doing, you knew he was feeling guilty about Glenn’s death and everything that went down in the sanctuary. As you walked closer to where he sat he looked up at you but said nothing.

“Hey Daryl, you alright?” you asked, sitting down on the step below him.

He grunted in response and you thought of another way to get him to talk. “You going out on any runs soon?”

“I can’t, gotta stay out of sight from the saviors” he replied, taking his focus away from his arrows and onto you.

“Sorry, I forgot about that” you apologised, feeling silly for bringing it up.

You sat in silence for a moment, staring out at the secure walls protecting you from the outside world. You thought Daryl was doing the same, but he was actually looking at you, admiring how soft your facial features looked. He wished that you knew how he really felt, he wanted you to be there for him, he needed someone to hold and cry to, he was tired of keeping his feelings bottled up inside, he could feel himself ready to explode soon.

“Yeah, whatever” he said almost angrily.

You looked back at him in confusion, why was he being hostile all of a sudden? “I didn’t mean it like that Daryl, there’s just a lot going on right now” You tried to justify your words.

“Everyone has a lot going on right now. Hell, a lot has been going on for years!” he raised his voice.

“Daryl-” You were shocked by his behaviour change but he interrupted you.

“Na forget about it!” He stood up and you did to. He looked down on you and you felt small considering you were a step lower than him. “You don’t care, no one does, so just leave me the hell alone!”

He stormed into his house, slamming the door shut behind him. You stood in shock, surprised by how easily he got mad like that, you didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You wanted to go in there so badly and just hold him. You knew Daryl since the prison and you understood how emotionally unstable he was, he wasn’t in check with his feelings and it had gotten worse. You stepped forward to open the door but you stopped yourself, remembering that he wanted to be left alone.

You were getting ready for bed after a stressful day. After everything that had happened with Daryl you were exhausted, but then Jesus had come down to Alexandria to warn you guys about the saviors coming to look for Daryl. It was a tiring day and all you wanted to do was sleep. You were about to jump into bed when you heard a knock on the door downstairs. You sighed and made your way down in only a baggy top and white panties. When you opened the door, you were surprised to find Daryl standing there, he was drenched in sweat and he looked like he was about to burst out crying.

“Daryl, what’s wrong?” You asked, moving back so he could come into the house. He walked in and stood by your counter, leaning his hands on it.

He shook his head before talking. “I’m sorry” he said, his voice cracking as the first tear fell down his cheek. He turned to look at you and you got worried that something might have happened. You walked towards him and placed your hands on either side of his cheek as he continued to talk.

“I just need someone, I’m tired of everyone dying and I don’t know how to control my anger anymore” His tears were flowing freely now and he made no move to try and wipe them away.

“I lashed out at you this morning for no reason and I’m sorry” he finished.

He lowered his head and you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling your bodies as close as they could get. He wrapped his muscular arms around your shoulders and he hid his face in the crook of your neck.

“Stay here tonight, you shouldn’t be alone” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you led him upstairs. You turned on the shower for him, making sure that the water was to his liking. You stood in the bathroom with him and watched as he struggled to undo the buttons on his shirt. His hands were shaking and he was getting frustrated. You had never seen Daryl like this, he was the strong one in the group, the one who showed no emotion, and now here he was letting it all out. You walked over to him and moved his hands to his side.

You started to undo his buttons for him, going at a slow pace as to not alarm him. You felt his eyes on you as you removed his shirt and vest. You then moved down to his belt buckle and you took his jeans off in a swift motion, leaving him completely naked. There was no sexual tension between you, just one friend helping out another. When you were done, you roamed your eyes across his toned body before looking into his eyes. He was already staring at you; the tears were gone and replaced with the same emotionless glare he always had.

“Take your time, I’ll get some spare clothes for you” you said softly, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaving to go and find him some clean clothes.

You got back in the house and found Daryl sitting on your bed with a towel wrapped around his waist. You both stayed silent as you walked towards him and handed him the fresh clothes. You turned around as he changed, and you slid under the covers on your bed. Once he had the jogging bottoms on you turned to look at him. His back was facing you and you watched as his muscles prominently moved as he put the black t-shirt on. He turned around and saw you staring at him, he offered you a small smile before sliding in on the other side of the bed. His hair was tangled and still a little damp from the shower, making him look gruff and sexy under the moonlight.

You leaned on your elbow and stared down at him.

“What?” he asked.

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Na” he said, looking back up at the ceiling. You ran your hand across his chest and leaned up to bravely plant a kiss on his lips. He didn’t move at first, but he didn’t pull away either. After a few seconds, he warmed up and kissed you back, both your lips working together in unison. It was slow, and meaningful. You and Daryl weren’t a couple, you weren’t anything but friends and you were willing to do anything to help him forget about the pain, even if it was only temporary. He placed his hand on the back of your head and stroked your hair before you pulled away and placed your head against his shoulder. You moved your arm across his stomach to give him some sort of protection and he placed his hand over yours. You were asleep in the next couple of minutes but Daryl lay awake for a long time after you.

You stirred from your sleep as Daryl lightly shook your shoulders. You immediately jolted up and looked around.

“What is it?” you asked, your heart rate speeding up, was something wrong?

“Calm down (Y/n), you’re safe” he replied, his voice gruff from sleeping.

“Oh” you murmured, your eyes almost closing again. “Are you okay?”

“I just woke up, didn’t really sleep well”

“What time is it?”

Daryl shrugged his shoulders and you looked at your watch. “It’s 2am” you said. He looked at you apologetically and you pushed him back down onto the bed slowly.

“You don’t need to worry anymore Daryl. I’m here, you can talk to me and trust me” you whispered.

He nodded his head and you lay down next to him, you draped your leg across his and moved your arms over his chest. “I’m here” you said one more time before he wrapped his arm around you, and you both fell asleep once again.

The feeling of your neck being nibbled on woke you from your sleep. You had barely opened your eyes when you felt Daryl’s big hands roaming your body.

“Morning” he said into your neck. You quickly intertwined your fingers in his hair as he started to suck at your pulse on your neck, making you feel weak.

“Wait” you said suddenly. You pushed him off of you and moved your leg over his waist to straddle him. You could feel his hard on poking into your panties through his jogging bottoms. You knew what he wanted and you were prepared to give it to him. You started grinding yourself against his member while you kissed his lips, taking control of everything. Your arms traced his muscles along his arms before he involuntarily snapped his hips upward against you. You moaned into the kiss as the connection sent a spark buzzing through you. You didn’t make him wait any longer as you pulled the jogging bottoms and boxers down, revealing his hard cock. He moved your panties to the side with his thumb, making sure to lightly brush it against your clit as he did. You grabbed his now throbbing member and slid it along your slit, making his head wet from your juices. You then slowly lowered yourself onto him, throwing your head back at how he stretched you out. You both stayed still so you could adjust to his size. When you were feeling ready you started to lift yourself up again and then lowered yourself down. Daryl saw you were comfortable and he started to thrust up into you when you lowered yourself down, sending extra pleasure through both of you. You leaned forward and kissed his neck, making him grunt and moan. He continued to thrust up into you, keeping one hand on your ass and the other in your hair. You let your hands roam under his shirt, allowing you access to his toned body. You then brought your hands to his hair and squeezed at it, making him moan into your ear.

“I’m close” He barely whispered as the pleasure was too much for him. You carried on doing all you could to make him go over the edge. He didn’t hold back as he yanked on your hair and squeezed your ass cheek, he pounded into you for the last time before holding himself there. You felt his cock throb inside of you as he let himself go. You panted and laughed as he finally came down from his high and looked at you with dazed eyes.

“I haven’t felt that in years” he said, laughing along with you.

“I’m glad I could help” you giggled as you kissed his lips one more time before rolling next to him and rubbing his chest. He pulled the cover over your naked bodies and he finally opened up about what was troubling him.  He sighed as he got it all out, and it felt like a weight off his shoulders.

i’m not ashamed to admit that i teared up at this panel a little bit. because this moment? this is the crossroads that everyone with anxiety, everyone with depression, anyone with a mental or emotional block comes to at one point or another. like, Bitty could have shakily gotten up and gone to the bench and no one would have blamed him or thought less of him, he would have been fine. but i know exactly how hard it is to take a deep breath and keep going. it’s the hardest thing in the world. Bitty has come so far.  

shaking hands, steady eyes, strong heart. 

anonymous asked:

can you write some lance with chronic pain? :3

Here you go! I hope you enjoy it!

At first, the pain was bearable; the idea that the aching would run its course and he would be back to normal soon created a sense of hope within the boy. As the weeks went by, however, his hope started to dwindle steadily. The constant shooting pain traveling down his back started creating a wall against him, making him unable to function properly. Although he had been living like this since being caught in the explosion at the beginning of their voyage to space a number of months ago, it was only recently that the other paladins began to notice the changes in their blue boy’s behaviour.

“Come on Lance, you can do this,” Shiro encouraged from the sideline with the rest of their team. They were sparring against the gladiators today, focusing on their hand to hand combat one on one. Lance carefully dodged the robots first few swipes of the staff, he was able to bring his bayard up to counter a few of the attacks. He went to dodge the next hit when his back seized up and he was unable to bend the way he wanted to. He caught the butt of the staff in the legs toppling him over and landed with a wheeze on the floor.

“End training sequence,” Shiro called after letting out a tired sigh. Lance pushed himself up and looked over at Shiro shame in his eyes. 

“Lance you’ve done this eight times today but the results are all the same, why are you improving?” He asked. Lance looked down at the ground and only looked up when Shiro turned away.

“We’re ending here for the day, rest up,” He announced to the room before sending one last disappointed stare Lance’s way. Lance could feel his throat closing up in guilt and he curled his shoulders into himself. He could hear the others leaving and looked up to see only Keith left.

“When are you going to take this seriously?” Keith spat. Lance winced and curled up further and looked at him wearily. “This isn’t a game, this is war,” 

“I know,” Lance tried to defend himself but was cut off.

“If you know, then you know not to treat training like a joke,” he said shortly before leaving the training deck. Lance could only stare after Keith, the guilt only building in his stomach. Another few weeks passed after the training incident and he could feel his mood decreasing every day; the happy, eager to please young man couldn’t keep the smile on his face, the pain causing him to become bitter and irritable to the others.

“Are you okay man?” Hunk asked one afternoon. He noticed that Lance was stirring around his food goo and had yet to consume one bite.

“Fine,” Lance bit out glaring down at the green gel in front of him. Hunk’s eyebrows furrowed in worry and he put down the bowl in his hand approaching his best friend.

“Are you sure, you’ve been acting really weird for a while now,” He added leaning on the counter between the two of them.

“I said I’m fine,” Lance practically growled stabbing his food with his spoon.

“Well, I’m just saying that if you need to talk to anyone, I’m he-”  Hunk started only to be cut off. 

“Would you shut up?! I said I’m fine!” Lance yelled at the shocked Hunk. “Stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong!” 

“Fine,” Hunk frowned angrily. “You don’t need to be so rude about it,” He walked out of the kitchen without a second glance. Lance looked at the door for a few minutes before putting his head in his hands.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” He whispered to himself trying to ignore the throbbing in his back. His head pounded as well, the lack of sleep catching up to him. He would roll around for hours trying to find a comfortable position to rest in. He mourned the relationship he had with his teammates; his recent behaviour had driven them away from him and he doubted that he would be able to regain their trust and loyalty back so easily. He could see Shiro disappointed shake of the head, Keith and Allura’s angry scowls after all his failed training attempts, and Hunk and Pidge’s annoyed glares after he treated them so unkindly over the past few days. He slunk back to his room, praying that he would be able to get a decent amount of sleep for their mission tomorrow. He curled up underneath his blanket, trying to ignore the sensations of pain.

Although the mission was simple; it was imperative that everything goes off without a hitch. The information stored in this outpost would lead the team to even more Galra prisons, that could potentially house Sam Holt. Lance laid on his stomach in the rafters above his teammates; Pidge who was hacking through the system and the others who were protecting her. He shot anything who got close enough to damage the machine. A Galra soldier was sneaking up beside the machine, Lance chuckled at the easy shot and lined them up with the crosshairs. As he went to squeeze the trigger, spasms started traveling down his back making him freeze. His teeth ground together and his eyes rolled into the back of his head at the pain paralyzing him. He missed the Galra smashing the machine thwarting Pidge’s progress, she pulled the drive out of the computer and joined in on the fight. Lance blinked back tears as he came back to the real world, noticing the trouble his friends were in he started laying down cover fire. They fought through back to the lions and took off back to the Castle. Lance gritting his teeth the whole way; his back felt like it was on fire, the spasms weren’t completely gone and it took all he had not to shout out loud. He slowly walked out of Blue and was immediately crowded by the others.

“What the hell Lance!?” Keith shouted. “You had one job!”
Lance shrunk back, the guilt in his stomach coming back full force.

“I-I,” he stuttered out.

“No excuses this time Lance,” Shiro said sternly. Lance’s mouth opened and closed uselessly as he glanced from one paladin to the other. A shout came from across the hanger where Pidge sat on her computer; she sprinted across to join the group.

“We got no data!” She yelled in his face. “All that work for nothing!” Lance’s eyes widened and he tried to explain himself over the sound of everyone else’s accusations. The stress from the past pain filled months caught up with him. The exhaustion of sleepless nights, and the helplessness he felt paired with the guilt building up from every failed training exercise and mission boiled over. A shudder wracked up his frame and his lip began trembling as he pulled it into his teeth. A sob escaped him as tears began to flow over his cheeks, he clutched his sides in his hands as the spasms continued. The paladins quieted and they watched the blue paladin break down in front of them in confusion.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” He hiccuped. “M-my back just h-h-hurts so bad,” he explained. Shiro immediately stepped forwards worry on his face.

“What? Did you get hurt during the mission?” He asked. Lance shook his head no and tried to explain.

“S-since the explosion, i-it hurts a-all the t-time,” he sobbed. “I c-can’t sleep, I-I can’t eat,” he walked forward into Shiro’s chest with a sob.

“Why didn’t you tell me? Or Coran?” He asked eyebrows furrowed in worry for the teenager.

“I didn’t k-know if i-it was that im-important,” Lance admitted. Shiro bit his bottom lip between his teeth, as tears filmed over his eyes. His teammate, his friend, had been in pain since they arrived in space and didn’t feel that it was important enough to ask for help. He gently hugged the paladin further into his chest. He could feel how bad Lance was trembling and felt his heart squeeze in sympathy. He picked the paladin up in his arms and started carrying him towards the quarters, the other paladins quietly following behind them.

“Rest up Lance, we can fix this,” Shiro said quietly. Lance could feel his eyelids growing heavy the further Shiro carried him from the hanger. The first signs of comfort for months, walking protectively around him.

Jerome Valeska Imagine - You’re Scared Of Him

Originally posted by smooshywrites

Originally posted by teenagecrush

WARNING!!! Mentioning alcohol problems and self harming!!!

Your P.O.V.

The ginger boy in front of me was absolutely terrifying but at the same time, I felt happy. I adored him but I had never been so nervous and scared before. Yet here I was, with the clown prince of crime himself without being tied down and threatened with my life.

Jerome Valeska had been my best friend through out my childhood and to my teens. We were both 18 now, him being a few months older than me. Just a year ago I admitted that I liked him more than just friends and his feelings were mutual. We started to kiss each other and it developed into heated makeout sessions and then sex. We were together and I supported him. His mother was absolutely horrible but I didn’t expect Jerome to murder her.

The past few months had been the wildest and most emotional in my entire life. Jerome went to Arkham Asylum. It broke my heart and I was devastated. Once he joined the maniax, I was getting really scared. I thought I had lost his good side forever. The worst part was when I thought I had lost him forever. He died. My boyfriend, my bestfriend and soulmate had died. 

I was all alone. The sadness and misery were too much for me so I drowned my feelings with a bottle. One bottle became two and it kept going. As I was in the middle of a cloud of misery, he came back. It was mindblowing. But at the same time I was happy. Jerome tried to make the entire city go mad. He lost his face and fought with Bruce Wayne. He was supposed to go back to Arkham, but Indian Hill took him. Jerome, being the badass he was, broke out and now he was here, with me.

He had scars around his face and his lips were curved into a smile. He was wearing a black shirt and jeans. He came with clothes filled with holes, but I had some of his old clothes here. So, he wore them. 

‘‘You still look stunning’‘ He broke the silence that had been bothering us. I was shocked and more or less speechless. ‘‘How are you not dead?’‘ I dared to ask him. All my muscles were tense and I felt how my hands were trembling. I didn’t want to be so scared because I still loved him. Damn, I would do anything for him but I was afraid that he would kill me.

‘‘Death doesn’t seem to like me too much’‘ He laughed and then took a sip of the fresh coffee I had made before he barged through my window. Jerome came to my apartment without any warnings and I nearly stabbed him. I smiled a bit at his comment but I didn’t know how to relax. 

‘‘Did ya miss me too much kitten?’‘ He asked me, standing up and then taking a seat right next to me on my black couch. I gulped and grabbed my cup, hoping that the coffee would help my nerves. I could literally hear my heartbeat. It kept beating, beating, beating, b e a t i n g….

‘‘Y/N’‘ Jerome snapped me out of my thoughts. I flinched and spilled some coffee on my lap. I winced in pain and quickly put the cup away. Jerome wiped the coffee off my thigh with his hand, making my breath hitch in my throat. His touch made goosebumps rise on my soft skin. His eyes looked straight into mine and that’s when I felt like losing myself. I tried to hold back my tears so he wouldn’t get angry, but it felt nearly impossible.

‘‘Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?’‘ He growled as he saw the tears in the corners of my E/C eyes. I shook my head no but it didn’t convince him. Jerome clenched his jaw and seemed mad. It scared me so I his my face in my hands and tried to calm down. Although Jerome had killed people, even his own mother, it seemed like he still cared.

He pulled me into his strong arms and hugged me tightly. I could feel that he had gotten stronger. First, I held my breath, too scared to breathe as he held me. Then he rubbed my back gently, up and down which made me relax. ‘’Breathe kitten. It’s just me, Jerome. Everything’s alright’’ He tried to assure me. I inhaled a shaky breath and felt warm tears soaking his shirt. It was still him, the same person I had known since forever. But it felt different.

‘‘I missed you s-so much’‘ I sobbed and then clenched onto him. Finally, I allowed my other emotions to conquer my fear. ‘‘Yeah, it sucked that I couldn’t visit you in so long’‘ He admitted while rubbing my back. I bit my bottom lip and tasted the irony taste of blood. ‘‘But things will change. We can be together now’‘ He added a bit more happily. I met his pretty eyes and saw that he didn’t look bloodthirsty at all. He seemed genuinely glad to see me.

‘‘So..you won’t..’‘ I tried to speak but the words got stuck in my throat. ‘‘I won’t what? You gotta finish what you started doll face’‘ He tried to make me speak. I nodded and looked away. He hummed something and grabbed my jaw, making me face him again. ‘‘Tell me’‘ He whispered and looked serious. I just hoped he wouldn’t get mad at me. ‘‘You won’t k-kill me, right?’‘ I asked him with a voice, barely louder than a whisper. Something twisted in his eyes and he let go of my jaw.

‘‘Why would you even think that?’‘ He growled a bit angrily, startling me. Luckily, his temperament didn’t rise too much. ‘‘I would never lay a finger on you in a bad way. You’re the only one I care about Y/N. You’re my only friend and also my girlfriend. I love you’‘ He let me know ever so seriously. These words coming from his mouth were surprising. Jerome had always been a bit shy with me. I guess he had gained confidence to tell me that. 

‘‘Are you scared to love me?’‘ He asked me after a while. It’s like he read me like an open book. ‘‘A bit’‘ I answered honestly. Jerome seemed a bit sad about that. It was so strange. I had been watching the news tapes of him over and over again. He had been smiling widely as he shot people. It’s like all his sympathy and love was gone, vanished into thin air. But now it looked like some had stayed. Knowing that he cared about me, and me only, warmed my heart.

‘‘You don’t need to be afraid. You know me Y/N. We have done so many things together and you haven’t been scared then. Yes, I’ve changed but I’ll always be Jerome for you’‘ He promised me sweetly. For a moment, I felt like I could forget his crimes. All the scary laughs and even the fact he killed his mom. Suddenly, Jerome leaned closer to me so the tips of our noses brushed against each other. His hand held onto my waist and his other hand was on my cheek. 

now my heart fluttered for a different reason. ‘’I missed you baby. Please don’t fear me’’ He breathed out. Only a second later he pressed his soft red lips against mine. I shut my eyes and felt overwhelmed. His kiss was so warm and intense. He got so close and the beautiful moment washed my brain, making me focus on only this. Nothing else mattered.

‘‘I’ll make you feel safe again, okay?’‘ He purred and pushed me on my back. Then he nibbled my ear, making me moan a bit. ‘‘Yes Jerome’‘ I replied as calmly as I could. ‘‘You’re my girl, I’ll never let anyone harm you. If anyone even thinks about it, I’ll kill them’‘ He promised me. A minute ago that would have scared me, but now it felt like the most romantic thing ever. 

‘‘Just please stay and don’t die again. I can’t live without you’‘ I told him as he kissed my neck. A shiver ran down my spine because his kisses felt so amazing. He knew all my sweet spots so well. ‘‘Don’t worry about that. One day we will be the kind and queen of this damn city’‘ He purred and then started to drag off my shirt. As he spoke, his voice got even deeper and raspier.

Now that my shirt was on the floor, I put my arms on my stomach. I was still a bit nervous although I had been in this situation with him before. ‘’Don’t hide yourself’’ He told me and grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Suddenly I remembered something not so good.

Jerome noticed it too. He froze on the spot and just stared at my skin. I tried to yank my arm free, but he was stronger than me. ‘’What have you done?’’ He asked me with a bit scary voice. That’s when he moved his eyes away from my scars and looked deep into my eyes. His had turned darker and my fear came back into my body. 

‘‘I..I don’t know’‘ I mumbled and pulled my arm away. Jerome let go and then sat again. I felt really anxious now. So I stood up and walked to my bedroom. Tears stung my eyes and I was sure he’d leave now. Instead of leaving, Jerome followed me, right into the devil’s cave. My room was full of empty bottles of whisky, rum and other strong drinks. I dragged my hair and bit my lips together, hoping that I could cry silently.

‘‘Y/N you’re not okay..’‘ Jerome noticed and then walked up to me. ‘‘How do you know what’s okay and not okay?’‘ I spat rudely without thinking. I regretted it immediately. ‘‘S-sorry..I’m sorry’‘ I breathed out and stepped a few steps back. Jerome wasn’t angry. He seemed..disappointed.  ‘‘I’m so sorry’‘ I sobbed and hit the wall. ‘’Is it because of me?’’ He wanted to know while looking around. My room was a mess. There was a stain of wine on the carpet and a pile of bottles on my nightstand.

‘‘I really..missed you..Jerome’‘ I managed to croak without stuttering. ‘‘I thought ..I lost you for good’‘ I continued and then sobbed. He came back to me and grabbed my hands. ‘‘So I took it out on m-myself. I started drinking and..cutting’‘ I admitted shamefully. I couldn’t even look at him. ‘‘Listen baby’‘ He whispered and took a deep breath. 

‘‘I need you to stop doing that’‘ He started and I sighed. ‘‘It’s not easy’‘ I let him know. Suddenly he cupped my face and looked deep into my eyes. ‘‘I won’t let you do that, okay? I won’t leave anymore. Don’t.be.scared. Just fuck- please trust me, okay?’‘ Jerome got a bit frustrated. It’s like my actions hurt him. It’s a bit ironic because murdering a whole bunch of people didn’t make him sad, but me being sad was too much.

‘‘I’ll try’‘ I promised and blinked away my tears. ‘‘Geez, I thought that you’d hate me for what I did’‘ He admitted, obviously surprised that I still had feelings towards him. I just hugged him and hid my face in the crook of his neck. ‘‘How could I not love you?’‘ I whispered, not sure if he heard me. Now, I just wanted to sink into the moment. Hopefully, this wasn’t another dream of him coming back to me. 

Lords reaction to accidentally hitting their daughter [Headcanon] (Request)

A/N: I just know this is going to be both hilarious and painful. Rest under the cut to save dashboards.

Part 2.1


What did he do? That was the price of his pride, wasn’t it. The girl was crying in his arms, a big bruise on her forehead that was caused by his own practice sword. Nothing seemed to work. She wouldn’t stop crying. He knew it had been a bad idea to let her stay. He should have sent her away, with her mother, but no, those puppy eyes were stronger than he was. And everyone tried to warned him, to tell him that his girl was walking right to him, but he thought they were trying to distract him.

They weren’t.

“Here, have some sugar stars”, he wiped her tears away, before kissing the red mark on her forehead. “Mama’s sweets will make you feel better, ok?”


He thought it was a good idea. To show his daughter that he was strong, that he could protect her too. And so, he couldn’t say no when she asked him if she could stay in training. Well, what could go wrong? Right? Everything. Everything could go wrong. He was always so defensive that when he heard something behind him his first impulse was to attack.

He wish he hadn’t.

“Are you okay?!” he rushed to her, hugging her and trying to cease her tears. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Papa was careless”. Mitsuhide showered her in kisses and pampers, guilt heavy on his shoulders after seeing the bruise that was sure to appear any time.


Oh boy. 

Oh boy.

It had been a long time since last time the retainers had seen Yukimura panicking so much. He was carrying the little girl in his arms, running around the castle, yelling to the maids, for someone to help him. When you heard him, you left the kitchen as fast as you could. Then you saw him. Your daughter in his arms, both of them crying. 

“I… I…”, he sobbed. “She… I… I’m sorry…”

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I’ll be there

I admit I teared up a little bit while writing this! It’s not too much related to Dunkirk but I hope you’ll still like it! Leave your comments behind, I appreciate it! (Pic is not mine, found it on Google)

It was one of those nights where Alex was woken up by a few hits on his leg because his wife was shifting back and forth constantly. He rubbed his fingers over his eyes and turned on the night lamp next to him. As his eyes met her face, he discovered a layer of sweat covering her forehead and small whimpers of distress left her mouth. He knew she was tormented by nightmares again, something that used to happen a lot recently. Alex also knew which dream it was about, (Y/N) had told him thousand times how she tried to save him but failed over and over again.

In her dream, Alex was back off to war and he was drowning. Their ship had been hit by a torpedo and was sinking fast. (Y/N) was there too, everything took place right in front of her eyes. She perceived desperate cries of horror and help all around her but one specific cry always let the blood in her veins freeze. And that specific cry escaped from her husband’s mouth. He was stuck in the sinking ship, the room where he stood filled with water. He hammered against the heavy door and no matter how much she tried to open the fucking damn door, it wouldn’t budge. It seemed like it was glued to the doorframe. She did everything in her might but something prevented her from saving her man. Something that didn’t want her to help him. The ship was drawn into the depths of the ocean, along with Alex, along with the love of her life in no time.

Seeing her in this state, all vulnerable and helpless, broke his heart in two. He would do anything to keep her away from those dreams but they were something neither he nor she had control of. He sat up and crawled closer to her moving body. He shook on her shoulders plenty of times and caressed her wet cheeks. A few tears already dropped onto the cushion she was resting her head on.

She finally tore her eyes wide open, her body shivering terribly, and a small sob escaped her lips.

“C’mere, love.” Alex said, inviting her into his arms. He rested her back against his bare chest, one hand running soothingly through her soft hair while the other hand was lying on her small bump. He kissed the spot behind her ear and her temple numerous times, knowing exactly this was the way she would calm down.

“I’m sorry.” (Y/N) whispered with a trembling voice, very much affected by her dream. “I’m sorry I woke you up.”  No matter how much she went through the same dream, it always affected her badly. She couldn’t imagine a life without Alex. Losing him would mean the end. She would go out of her mind if she had to live without him.

“It’s okay, darlin’.” Alex responded understandingly. “The same dream, huh?”

(Y/N) nodded quietly, the mention of it caused terrible jolts through her body. What did she do to deserve seeing those horrible images all over again? What did she do to deserve watching her love leaving her?

“Every time I have this dream, I think it’ll be different. I think this time I’m going to save you but-“She hiccupped now, new streams of tears flew down her cheeks. “-but it always ends the same, Alex. I can’t take it, can’t take it anymore.”

“Pshh…love…Everything’s fine… It’s fine, okay?” Alex started to massage her shoulders so she could relax from her nightly experience.

“I can’t lose you, Alex. I already did once and I can’t deal with another one. How would I be able to raise our children? I need you so much. I can’t do anything without you.” Panic started to build up in her body.

When she started to talk like this, Alex knew how much she was affected even though it was a dream, created by her own subconsciousness. How many times had she told him that she was no one without him? That she wouldn’t get anything right if it wasn’t for him? He hated when she talked very low about herself when it was quite the opposite. She was a great mother to their three year old son and she managed being a mom and doing the household at the same time perfectly. Even Alex wondered how it was possible to do two things simultaneously.

“(Y/N), my love, you need to calm down. Can you do that for me, beautiful?” He noticed her ragged breathing. If she wouldn’t calm down, she would have a panic attack which had happened often in the past and he couldn’t allow himself to see her in this state. He ordered her to follow his breathing and together the couple inhaled and exhaled at the same rhythm, filling their lungs with oxygen.

He put another kiss on her temple.

“You’re not going to lose me.” He said, caressing her belly. “You three are not going to lose me. We have a good and long life ahead us and we’re going to take those steps towards our future together. You and me and our children. I’ll be there when you bring our daughter to the world, holding you and supporting you and when she opens her eyes for the first time, I’ll still be there. I’ll be there when we take her home and I’ll be there when she meets her older brother. I’ll be there when Luke visits school, I’ll be there in his first day. I’ll be there when our baby girl takes her first steps and saying her first words. I will protect them, protect you with everything I have.  I’ll be there, watching our children grow to a strong man and a woman and having their own families. I’ll be there when our grandchildren run around our house and we’ll be watching them playing on our backyard together.  I’ll be there, every day and night, in our ups and downs, in our good days and bad days, I’ll be there in every single step that we make. I promised you when we married, right?”

He took her hand with her wedding ring gently into his, kissing her knuckles. “And besides you’re not going to get rid of me that easily, you’re stuck here with me forever, no matter how much you try, I can assure you that.” He laughed softly and (Y/N)’s tensed body slowly began to relax in his arms.

“I’m the luckiest man in this entire world, beautiful, and I’m never going to let go of you. I love you. More than you’ll ever know.”

“I love you too.” (Y/N) whispered, wiping away some tears with her thumps. With her pregnant state, she was over sensual than ever. But she needed to hear those words. He told her so many assuring things and she couldn’t get enough of it.

“We’ve come a long way from where we began and look what we have achieved. We have survived war, we have survived a very long separation and lot more. Do you know how much I had to fight to get your fathers blessing to marry you?”

(Y/N) laughed at this statement. Her father had tortured him for quite a long time and Alex had to prove that he was the right guy for his daughter.

“No matter what happened, we always found our way to each other. You’re the one for me, my love, always and forever. I’m not lettings this go. I’m not letting you go.”

Their lips found each other to a passionate kiss. (Y/N)’s senses were overwhelmed with so much love and affection for her husband. Nobody could ever make her feel like this except for him.

“I’ll be there until our final breath. I promise. I’ll be there.”

Their little moment was interrupted when they heard tiny little footsteps on the hallway, following with little sobs. The door to the bedroom was opened and a little crying boy entered the room, his cheeks stained with uncountable tears.

“Daddy!” Little Luke cried, holding his teddy bear against his body.

“Aye, buddy, what’s the matter?” Alex asked, getting on his feet immediately. Luke opened his tiny arms for him and once Alex pressed him against his chest, Luke nestled his face in the crook of his neck.

“What happened, poppet? Couldn’t sleep, huh?”

“Nightmare.” Luke mumbled sleepily.

“A nightmare? Like your mummy, eh?” He weighed him back and forth in soothing manner. “What do you want me to do? Should daddy fight those monsters again?”

“Want to sleep with mummy and daddy…” The little boy said, holding firmly onto his father.

“You want to sleep with mummy and daddy? Then you’ll sleep with mummy and daddy.” Alex went back to the bed where his wife was waiting for them with a smile on her lips. (Y/N) always loved the way he treated their baby boy. Alex positioned the young child in the middle of their bed so Luke could lie between them. Once Luke made himself comfortable and Alex also lied down, the young boy cuddled against his body.

“He really loves you.” (Y/N) remarked, smiling. She reached out for her husbands hand and intertwined their fingers.

“I love him too.” Alex replied. “I love my family so much.”

And with that, they drifted to a peaceful slumber. Save and secured in each other’s arms.

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Dad!Plo stepping in when Quigon neglects young!Obiwan

“This stops now Master Qui-Gon.” Plo rumbled deeply, tucking the pale looking boy against his side as Obi-Wan looked around in tired confusion. “I know the Fall and loss of Xanatos has hit you deeply but your neglect of your padawan is too much. The council sees no other choice then to remove Obi-Wan Kenobi from your care.”

The babe he had once carried away from an abusive home and tended to was no longer a babe but a padawan. And yet in Plo’s eyes, he was still in need of rescue. This time from neglect inside the order.

So whhy not the man who had once tended to the burns and scars of a much smaller Kenobi to the rescue?

The worst part of the entire thing, from Obi-Wan’s position at least, was that Qui-Gon didn’t argue.

The man stared at them then turned on his heel and left the chamber, leaving Obi-Wan to his, at the time unknown, fate.

The redhead trembled and looked up at Plo Koon. “…What happens now Master?” He whispered, trying to be brave, trying to not cry.

“Now little one, you stay with me.” Plo smiled at him, mask hissing lightly as he spoke. “You become my padawan young Kenobi.”

Obi-Wan blinked, staring up at the kel dor. “…I…I get to stay?” He whispered, relief settling into his very bone.

“Of course. Lets go collect your things, my quarters has a padawan room already ready for you.” Plo chuckled warmly, gently guiding him along into the hall towards the master dorms.

Obi-Wan breathed out, a tiny hiccup escaping him. “Oh…wait, don’t you require a different atmosphere, can we really live together?” He stared up at the master, his mind desperately latching onto logic to prevent him from breaking down in snotty tears at being abandoned…again.

His chuckle getting a bit louder, Plo nodded. “Indeed I can little one. I’ve had oxygen breathing padawans before. Your room will have the atmosphere you require while mine will have what’s best for me. For the livingroom I wear my mask. I must admit that the kitchen has not been used much since my last padawan but you are welcome to it young Obi-Wan.” Plo squeezed the boys shoulder, still having him tucked to his side.

He knew that Obi-Wan couldn’t be as calm as he was pretending.

There was bound to be questions for the future.

There was a bond to be formed.

And Obi-Wan was going to need so much meditation to help the self doubt Plo could see plain in his face.

But Plo would deal with it, would help Obi-Wan deal with it and the kel dor would be karked if he allowed such a promising bright light of the Order to become anything other then the capable knight and master he could already see the stirrings of in the child.

“He wasn’t hurting me.” Obi-Wan suddenly whispered, shivering a bit against the master’s side.

“There are more ways then physical to hurt Obi-Wan. He may never have raised a hand against you, but neglect and emotional abuse still happened.” Plo kept his voice as soft as he could through the mask.

Obi-Wan had nothing to say to that and Plo could see the boy visibly latching onto logic and the task at hand, walking to his room to pack.

You Saved Me - Part 4 (End)

Original request from @fandom-rpblog: Hey can I make a request? Can you write one in where after the events of winter soldier, (ignoring civil war as I haven’t seen it yet), Bucky has been re-introduced to the world and is recovering slowly and he and reader are sort of a thing as she was the one who found him after the events of winter soldier and she find out she is pregnant and fluff, and stuff. Please.

Note: So we have now reached the end of this story. I had so much fun writing this and all the feedback and comments I got from you all was absolutely amazing so thank you! <3 I love each and every one of you! (I have a feeling that I missed someone off the story tag list. I remember someone asking to be on it but couldn’t find the ask to get their username so I apologise to whoever it was if they’re not on the list.)

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Disclaimer: None of the GIFs used are mine. All credit goes to their creators

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4(End)

As the door opened you wasted no time in wrapping your hand around the edge of it to prevent him from closing it should he change his mind about letting you inside and then you stepped foot inside his room. You couldn’t see his face as he had his back turned towards you but the scan picture was no longer on the floor near the door, or anywhere else nearby for that matter, so you could only assume that he was still holding it.

“Buck I understand that you hate me for what I did. I should have been honest with you from the start but I…..I didn’t want to hurt the man who had given me reason to wake up on a morning.”

At your words he turned himself around to face you and that was when you saw first-hand just what you had done to him. The bags under his eyes were so dark they could easily have been mistaken for black eyes and tears he had cried had stained his cheeks. It broke your heart to see him in such a state but before you could say anything else he spoke himself.

“What do you mean I gave you a reason to wake up on a morning?”

You had never spoken to him about your life before you met, at least not in great detail anyway, so when he voiced his question you felt your nerves beginning to set in as an awkward lump formed deep inside your throat. One that didn’t seem to disappear no matter how many times you swallowed down onto it.

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For @atlantianbloodliar and @anhartcuteneon…a part 3 (technically) to these imagines here (1) and here (2). Enjoy!

“Y/N?” Loki called out as he entered the small jet.

The Asgardian spun to face him. Her jaw slackened at the sight of him. To her, he looked tired, ragged, and in pain. She doubted the others would have noticed the change in his once gleeful demeanor. However, her mind was more focused on the fact that Loki, her Loki was alive. The trickster turned to Stark.

“She believed me dead,” he stated calmly, “I haven’t contacted her, so she knows nothing.”
“We know. We asked.”

Steve glanced out the side of his gaze. Y/N was still frozen. She desperately wanted to speak, to say something. But nothing seemed to fit this confusing moment. He was alive, but that must mean what she had been told was true. And what happened to Erik, that was him. He nearly admitted to having a plan just a moment ago. The captain watched this range of emotions cross her face. He turned to Nat.

“Get us up in the air.”
The assassin nodded. “Roger that.”
“I will say, I don’t remember her hair like that,” Loki commented before they strapped him down.

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[NEWS] Popular Idol Group Member Gets Tearful During Performance On “King Of Masked Singer”

A member of one of K-Pop’s most popular idol groups made his first performance after his discharge from the army on this week’s “King of Masked Singer”!


In February 19’s episode of “King of Masked Singer,” contestants Orange Tribe and Gangnam Swallow went head-to-head in the first round with a duet performance of Ulala Session’s “Beautiful Night.”

Gangnam Swallow ended up taking the win, but Orange Tribe was given the chance to sing another of his prepared songs while he was revealing his identity. As he sung JK Kim Dong Wook’s “Foolish Love,” he removed his mask to reveal that he was Super Junior’s Shindong!

Host Kim Sung Joo had Shindong salute the audience as it was his first performance since he finished up his mandatory military service, and Shindong admitted that he got tearful during his performance once he removed his mask.

In his private interview Shindong said, “My voice wasn’t in our first album at all. There were around ten tracks, but it didn’t include my voice at all. Not even the sound of my breathing. So I didn’t even need to be wearing a microphone when we were performing!”

“I think that’s why I got a bit tearful,” he admitted. “When I was singing, people were cheering for me and seemed happy to see me, so things like being better than another singer didn’t seem important.” He went on to explain that it was a great experience because it allowed him to feel like he was a singer.

Watch his performance here! 

Source: Soompi

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Could I request the reactions of Shoto, Bakugo, and Izuku finding out that their S/O is the child of a Villain?

Hi dear! I liked a lot this ask, but it wasn’t simple. In the end, I believe they’d be very understanding, especially Todoroki and Midoriya (You’re not your parents), so I hope you like them!

Have a nice day!

Bakugou, Midoriya, Todoroki x Villain’s Daughter Reader (Slight Angst, Comfort, Swearing for Kacchan)

Bakugou Katsuki

“What the fuck?” Bakugou shouted and you jostled, taking a step back as his hands sparkled and the smell of nitroglycerin invaded the small bedroom. “Shit!” he growled again, angrily.

You shut your mouth with wide eyes, thinking about something to say to calm him down. To make everything alright again. You should have said it before, you should have found another way instead of blurting it after your boyfriend had to fight him. You should have done better. But you couldn’t turn back time.

“Why the hell haven’t you told me before?” he asked glaring daggers. Bakugou clenched his fists trying to avoid blowing up something again, but he felt like combusting inside.

You shook your head, stepping back.

“…I was afraid…” you whispered, staring at the floor. You didn’t want to see that the usual, hidden softness in Bakugou’s eyes had vanished, nor that he was disgusted. Or betrayed. You two had fought and struggled so hard to get together, to become better people together.

What if it had all been in vain?

Bakugou frowned deeper as he understood your words: he wasn’t stupid and he knew you. He knew what you were afraid of and that annoyed him even more.

“Oi, look at me!” He marched towards you, who ended up trapped with the back to the wall, “I said, look at me.” He repeated slamming his hands at the sides of your head.

You slowly lifted the chin and met his ruby eyes.

Bakugou was angry. Mad angry. His jaw was tense and his eyes were narrowed as always when he was trying to kill someone with his glare; you could hear the crackling from his palms.

But he hadn’t given up, nor he was sickened.

“…I’m sorry,” you instinctively murmured, trembling. You were fighting hard to bite back your tears, but you were losing that battle.

“Shut up,” he scowled, “This is so fucking stupid.”


“I don’t give a shit!” he roared and you shrunk against the wall, “Do you approve what your dad does?”

You shook your head, lips sealed.

“Do you care if I throw him in jail for the rest of his life?” Bakugou asked again, analyzing every single movement and expression of yours. To read the truth.

Your eyes saddened, but you shook your head again.

Bakugou took a big breath and relaxed his shoulders, nodding slightly.

“Then, I don’t give a shit that he’s your father,” he repeated in a lower voice, visibly calming down, “You’re with me, that’s the important thing. The rest is bullshit.” He leaned ‘till he rested his forehead against yours, his breath caressing your lips.

You finally felt the fear and the anxiety being washed away by a wave of relief and showed him a small smile.

“…thank you.”

He rolled his eyes and scoffed, but for a second you could swear you had seen a grin on his lips.

“I’m still mad because you haven’t told it to me before,” he reminded you in a low growl, but you giggled.

“Yeah, sorry,” you hummed, too happy that the tragedy had been avoided. “Could you let me go now?”

Bakugou smirked and tilted his head. “Not yet,” he replied before leaning closer and kissing you fiercely.

Midoriya Izuko

You finished your confession with a sob, looking down at your cup of tea, now cold.

“…I’m sorry if I haven’t told you before, I was really scared you were going to hate me,” you explained, wiping away the tears. The tension was tearing you apart as you waited for an answer.

“Uhm SO,” Midoriya was smiling awkwardly, scratching nervously the back of his head, “If I have to be honest…well, I already knew it?”

You perked up immediately, staring at him shocked.

“What?” It was impossible.

“Y-you know that I like to study and analyze other heroes, noting down everything about them…I did it with you too?” Midoriya explained tentatively. A faint blush colored his cheeks and he seemed scared of your reaction.

“I discovered who she was before we…started dating? Or even before we became friends. I don’t really remember …”

That was absurd. He was to one who should have been mad at you for lying, deceiving him and not trusting him enough to tell him the truth about your mother. One of the evilest villain around.

“Then why did you stay with me?” you asked incredulous, shaking your head in disbelief, “Do you trust me? Aren’t you mad?”

The questions flowed one after another and Midoriya blinked at you, finally relaxing a bit.

“At first I was a bit cautious, I admit it, but I observed and befriended you: there’s no way in the world you could be evil. You’re a hero,” He answered smiling softly at you.

That smile hit hard, making you tearing up again.

“You’re crazy…” you mumbled covering your eyes and Midoriya chuckled.

“I-I just fell for you…” he explained as if it was the simplest thing in the universe.

You beamed at him and let the pain and the fear of rejection fade away.

“Thank you,” you said fondly making him blush even more.

“So you aren’t mad that I stalked you?” he playfully asked, playing with the green hair.

“It depends on what you had found…” you faked to threat, standing up to reach him and plop down to his side.

“Well, then maybe we should talk about it another time,” he replied sheepishly and that made you both giggling.

Todoroki Shouto

Todoroki was laying on the infirmary’s bed, some bandages covering minor wounds and blood smearing his face, but actually nothing too serious had happened. Except for him discovering your dad was a damn villain.

“…I’m sorry,” you whispered looking down, “It’s my fault,” you added clenching your hands around the white bedsheets. And it was for real. If you had said about your father to Todoroki before, he wouldn’t have discovered it by the enemy himself, wouldn’t have been so shocked about it and consequently hit by that last attack. Luckily, other pro-heroes were there and managed to solve everything peacefully.

Still. It was your fault. What was worst is that he’d also discovered that you’d lied to him for all that time and that your father was a bad guy.

Todoroki sighed heavily, but his eyes were more confused than angry, even if the twitch of his lips betrayed his annoyance.

“Why haven’t you told me before?” he asked, grabbing your hand and pulling it gently to force you to meet his eyes.

Again, his voice was the usual cold and didn’t let anything shine through.

“Because I didn’t want to disappoint you. I’m the child of a villain, Shouto. You’re an incredible hero,” you whispered in reply, tired and broken.

He scoffed, giving you a dirty look.

“Did you really think I would judge you about who your father is?” He seemed more troubled by this than everything else, “Do you remember who’s mine?”

You frowned.

“An asshole,” you replied instinctively and that made him smirk, “But a hero. Not a villain,” you added trying to free your hand, but he tightened his grip. He grimaced doing that and you stopped moving immediately with a worried look.

“He hurt you!” you grieved, guiltiness eating you from the inside.

“Weren’t you the one who’ve helped me freeing myself from my father’s influence? Who’ve taught me how to love my fire? Who’ve said I wasn’t my father?” He calmly reminded you. You grimaced but shook your head stubbornly, even if you recognized the truth in your own words.

“It’s different-”

“It’s the same,” he argued, “Now, or you have lied to me about this or you aren’t your father too.”

You pursed your lips in a tight line.

“What if I am?”

“I wouldn’t love you,” He replied without batting an eyelash. Your face flushed.

You stayed silent again.

“What if…I’m going to become like him?” you murmured scared, searching in his eyes a certainty. The last one. The only one you needed.

“Then I’ll fight to bring you back with me,” he replied with a small, soft smile, “Because I know you’re better than that.”

That finally broke your walls and you let the tears stream freely down your cheeks. You threw yourself at him and buried the face in his chest.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” you repeated in a blur. Todoroki sighed again between fondness and exasperation as he stroked your hair gently.

“There’s no need,” he huffed, “ But, please, tell me everything from now on,”


“And I’m not hurt,”

“You’re bleeding and it’s my fa- I’m sorry, I’m hurting you? Let me mov-“ you tried to move away from his hold, but he kept you there.

“Stay here,” he frowned, looking away to hide the light blush of his cheeks. That sight finally made you smile and you nodded amused, resting again.

“As you want,”


Writing this prompt for reigingheart22, who wanted a Winteriron Bachelor! AU with slightly intimidating Bachelor!Bucky with a confused and intimidated Tony, who didn’t sign up to be a contestant, but Bucky sees him in the crew and decides he likes him. Sorry if it’s a little different than what you wanted, hope you like it!

Also, as a side note, I have no idea what Bucky’s company does, or why he has the money and fame to be the next Bachelor, but oh well. He’s ex-army and suffers from PTSD, but it’s not public knowledge. So, that’s why he’s a little intimidating. Had to add a little drama.

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Books Bring Us Closer

Anonymous asked: Hiya, Meg! Can I request a Loki x fem!reader? Maybe the two of them don’t get along, but they begin bonding when neither of them can sleep one night. The realize they both have a love of books and share that. Eventually they fall in love. Just something sweet and fluffy. Thank you!!

Here is your one-shot, lovely! I do not own Loki! He belongs to Marvel. 

Warnings: Fluff and it’s a little long

Pairings: Loki x fem!reader

Originally posted by maryxglz

You groaned as you turned to look at the clock. 2 am. You’d been trying to sleep for hours to no avail. Groaning once more, you threw back the covers and swung your legs out of bed. You quietly made your way out of your room and down to the kitchen. You quickly drank a glass of milk before heading to the living room. “Maybe reading would help,” you muttered. You stopped short when you saw Loki sitting there.

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ladyroseystuff  asked:

How would you feel about a headcannon of how each of them would react to MC being in an abusive relationship (family or other). Sorry if it's weird, uncomfortable, or you've done a similar one. It helps me to see what others might do in a situation I've dealt with myself. (Btw been safe from it for 1yr & 5m ^^)

This was a bit difficult to write as I have luckily never been in an abusive relationship but I hope I managed to portray the feelings enough.

I’m so glad that you’re safe from it now because no-one should have to be in a situation like that!

I’ll warn here and put the headcanons under the cut because there are mentions of abuse and I don’t want anyone to feel uncomfortable ~H x

RFA reacts to an MC in an abusive relationship

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With chapter 3 now released there are so many more possibilities! But I wrote this before the release of the chapter heh. I was a bit excited last night.

So there are NOT any spoilers in this chapter I promise. 

Last we left off the two had just woken up from some nightmares… Maybe they will talk things out.

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