i'm just glad i was able to see them right in front of me

The Jealousy’s Evening

for the anon who sent in this amazing prompt, thank you! 

Today wasn’t Castiel’s favorite day. The past few days hadn’t been his favorite day. A lot of things were currently not okay and all he could do was fake a smile and get on with school, with life.
It wasn’t that he was allowed to complain - in the end Dean had never been his in the first place. But seeing him kiss Lisa… it hurt. It hurt seeing them together, so close and happy. 

Of course, Castiel didn’t have any feelings for Dean, he was just upset that he was losing his best friend. They had been close for a long time, stayed over at each other’s houses a lot, slept in the same bed, shared clothes and did everything together. They were inseparable, until Dean started dating Lisa. 

For Castiel it had been out of nowhere when Dean had told him he and Lisa were a thing. At first, he’d just been slightly annoyed, but when days passed he began to realize how much it influenced him and his friendship with Dean. Way more than he wanted to admit. 

He just wanted the old Dean back, spend time with him doing nothing- hang out on the roof and talk about school or Dean’s father being a dick and Gabriel who’d stolen from the candy shop. That was ages ago and Cas was probably never getting that back.

Dean never wanted to hang out and ‘do nothing’, had not once suggested to take a ride with the Impala and watch the sunset while sipping beer as they sat on the hood of the car. The only thing that was the same, were them staying over at each other’s houses, doing homework together and their movie night on Friday. 

At least, Castiel thought.

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Thank you for your patience, nonnerson~~ nyahaha Anyway I recommend reading (or re-reading part 1)


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It had been a year.

The thought crossed your mind as you exhaled the smoke from a cigarette, watching as it disappeared with the wind. Just like you had, a year ago.

The sun’s rays peeked out from behind the familiar, tall building in front of you, spreading its light over the shadows where you hid. Rika’s old apartment building. The same place where he had brought you to, and the same place he had taken you away from.

Even now, you were unaware of their intentions for bringing you to the RFA and then stealing you away, but… it didn’t matter. No, nothing mattered anymore.

You crumpled the lit cigarette with your bare hands, tossing it to the ground to stamp out the flame, feeling satisfied by the small crunch! sound it made. You wouldn’t have started to smoke, had it not been for the influence of Mint Eye. Sure, you knew it’d kill you, but everything you’d learned at Mint Eye had opened your eyes to the world—that nothing was worth living for in the first place. What did it matter if you killed yourself a little more?

It didn’t.

“MC?” A familiar voice called out to you, making you snap out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened with recognition as you stared at the person before you, but you quickly narrowed them, pursing your lips as you gazed at them coolly.


  • He did a double take, as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in the familiar features of your face that he hadn’t seen in a year…
  • “MC? Y-you’re MC, right?”
  • His voice was filled with hope and desperation, and he subconsciously reached out to you, as if he wanted to catch you before you slipped away.
  • But you didn’t reply, instead brushing past him, barely acknowledging his presence. As you passed him, he noticed the cold look in your eyes, and shuddered. That… that wasn’t the kind and warm MC he had grown to known. You wouldn’t look at him like that, no… not you.
  • Yoosung could only stare after you in disbelief, but he never gathered the courage to approach you again, not even to confirm your identity.
  • It couldn’t have been you. You wouldn’t look so… so… empty.
  • He’d lament about it to Zen later, drunkenly babbling that he’d seen someone just like you on the streets… admitting his fear that he was too much of a coward to find out if it had been you.
  • “I’m scared if it really was MC… Her eyes looked so distant… so empty… so cold… it can’t be her,” Yoosung would deny, shaking his head with a drunken grin on his face. “MC… our MC would never…”
  • He refused to believe it, avoiding the thought completely. A tear fell from his eye as he gazed at Zen through his glass of champagne. “You should’ve seen those scars on her body… god, no, they can’t… they just can’t belong to her,” he hiccupped, still shaking his head in denial.
  • Even as he fell asleep from the heavy amount of alcohol he’d consumed, he would continue to cry in his sleep, dreaming of the broken girl that he’d been too afraid to even talk to.
  • “Not MC…”


  • You didn’t bother sparing him a second glance as you met eyes with him, but he grabbed your arm before you could even turn the other way.
  • His eyes were shining almost too brightly, and you could practically see a tail wagging excitedly from behind him like a dog. “Jagiya!! Oh, I knew it was you. I would recognize your pretty face anywhere. I’m so glad you’re okay, jagi, I can’t wait to tell the others! I’ve missed…”
  • Zen trailed off as he noticed your unchanging expression, but he mustered up another smile to cover up the fact that your lack of reaction dampened his mood. After all, it had been a year since he last saw you. He didn’t want to waste any more time with you, and he didn’t want to be gloomy with you after so long.
  • “Come on, why don’t we sit down somewhere to catch up?” he smiled warmly, tugging at your arm gently. He didn’t miss the unusual way you winced a bit as he did.
  • Zen loosened his grip on you arm, worry building uncomfortably in his heart. “MC… is it okay if I roll up your sleeve? Please…” His eyes searched yours for an answer, not just to his spoken question but to the millions of questions bottled up.
  • You… you felt torn. Why was he acting so nice to you even though you weren’t even a part of the RFA? Even though it’d been a year? Even though… even though he had no reason to be nice to you? You felt a pain tugging at your heart, but you tried to ignore it instead.
  • Zen looked at you while rolling up the sleeve of your right arm, watching your expression carefully for any hint that he should stop.
  • But you let him.
  • You let him see the dark purple bruises lining up your arm, the faded scars that left scabs in their place… the pain. The pain you’d suffered the past year.
  • He felt sick. What had happened during the time you had gone missing…? Why… why couldn’t he be there for you? Why did this have to happen? Why weren’t you saying anything? Why aren’t there even tears in your eyes? Why wouldn’t you look at him in the eyes?
  • So many questions were spinning in his mind, but he couldn’t voice a single one. “I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
  • His hands were trembling as he held yours, bringing the tips of your fingers to his lips as he kissed every one softly… treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.
  • “I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.”


  • Her eyes had dark circles under them, even larger than the ones you’d last seen on her face a year ago. You wondered, could it be that you’d caused that? But you quickly brushed aside the thought. ‘I don’t care,’ you told yourself.
  • It took her a moment to really look at you, her tired mind barely processing what was going on. “MC…?”
  • She just barely recognized you. Gosh… you looked so different. You were wearing dull, dark clothes, even gained a piercing… There were obvious scars at the base of your neck, travelling down toward your chest… But your eyes. Your eyes looked so dead.
  • Jaehee had always thought that she herself looked stressed and tired enough… but seeing you today made her think twice. You looked far worse than her, and she hadn’t even thought that was possible.
  • She swallowed her thoughts, choosing to make small talk with you instead. “You’ve… changed a lot, MC,” she commented softly, unsure what to say.
  • You cocked your head at her. How were you supposed to respond to that?
  • “Uhm, maybe we could grab some coffee?” she tried, still trying to get over her shock of seeing you after your disappearance a year ago. Jaehee had no idea what exactly had happened to you, and reality hadn’t quite hit her that you were standing in front of her just yet, but… she was so, so glad to see you.
  • Your heart swelled at the delighted expression Jaehee wore, and you flashed a small, sad, tired smile at her. You’d missed her. She’d been the only female in the RFA, so you’d put in a lot of effort to befriend her. Jaehee had been one of your closest female friends in your entire life, despite the fact that you had only known her for a short period of time…
  • But no matter how you felt, you couldn’t do anything about it.
  • “I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a tight embrace, closing your eyes briefly to savour the moment. But you quickly let go before she could even wrap her arms around you. “I… don’t want to put you in danger.”
  • With that, you turned on your heel, leaving a confused, sleep-deprived Jaehee behind to suffer from your absence yet again.


(Reminder: he’s unaware of Mint Eye in this.)

  • “MC!” His voice was urgent and desperate, very different from the gentle tone you remembered him by. “MC… I’m so glad you’re okay…”
  • His eyes were filling with tears, relieved to see you after so long. He noted your features… the bruises, the healing injuries, the broken look in your eyes as if you’d lost all meaning in life. Dread and guilt overwhelmed his relief, his body growing stiffer and stiffer the more details he noticed.
  • Because it was his fault.
  • He was the one who swore you’d be safe. And yet…
  • He almost choked on his tears as he managed to whisper, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, MC.”
  • Reality hit him. It was all his fault that this had happened to you. If only he hadn’t convinced Jumin… if only he’d ensured your security… if only it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have these scars.
  • “Leave me alone,” you muttered, brushing past him. He watched you walk away, your eyes downcast and lacking life. He could almost hear his own heart cracking more with every step you took.
  • Because he had no right to stop you. He had no right to interfere with your life and risk ruining it more than he already had.
  • Your brief meeting with him had started with a broken girl, and ended with a broken man.


  • His heart was hammering as he stared at you with wide eyes. He almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He took quick, long strides to make his way toward you, but you broke into a sprint, running away from him.
  • No. No. Not him. Not Jumin. No.
  • You knew how he’d felt about you. Hell, you knew you’d felt something with him, too. If you looked at him any longer, all the feelings, all the memories, would come rushing back. You couldn’t let him see you.
  • But he chased you.
  • God, there was no way he’d let you go again.
  • He ran the fastest he’d ever run in his entire life, ignoring everyone and everything around him, only focusing on catching you. But then he tripped just as he got within an arm’s reach, and you halted in your steps on instinct. A pained smile crossed his face as Jumin grabbed at your ankle tightly, making sure you couldn’t run off again.
  • “I knew you would stop for me,” he murmured softly. He stood up slowly, his eyes trained on you. “I thought I’d never get the chance to see you again. That I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am for letting you go that day… Even after a year, you’re still the same kind, gentle MC I know.”
  • You held back your tears, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not the same, Jumin,” you started, your voice coming out as an unintentional whimper. “I… You don’t know what they did to me, Jumin… They t-touched me, and drugged me, and hurt me and killed me in so, so many ways… I… I’m so disgusted with myself…”
  • You didn’t know why you were telling all this to him. But you couldn’t help it. He was the man you had loved… The man you probably still held feelings for. Even if a year had gone by, the way his mere presence made you feel safe and loved never changed.
  • He gently cradled you in his arms. “I promise you, MC. I will do anything and everything in my power to protect you. I will never let this happen again, I promise,” he murmured in your ears, his chin resting upon your shoulder. You felt dampness on your shoulder, and you realized… Jumin Han was crying.
  • “How? Seven couldn’t even protect me,” you muttered, holding yourself back from returning his warm embrace.
  • He didn’t answer you. Instead, he acted immediately on his words. Jumin exposed your identity to the world, requesting an international TV station to release the news. Everyone would know you. If Mint Eye attempted to take you again, they wouldn’t be able to do so without raising the public’s suspicions. Furthermore, he assigned you trustworthy guards and increased security around his apartment with Seven’s help.
  • They had let you go once. They wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
  • It would take time to help you recover from your traumatic events, but.. They would never let anything happen to you, ever again.
  • Because they love you. They all do.


  • He would recognize you anywhere. Even worse, he recognized the glazed look in your eyes immediately, too.
  • Come with me right now,” he scowled, grabbing your hand roughly. You tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, and you couldn’t fight against his strength.
  • As he led you angrily through the streets, throwing you into his car and locking the two of you inside, a million thoughts were filling his mind.
  • “Who did this to you?” Seven demanded. He was seething, his golden eyes flashing with detest.
  • You only glared back at him, refusing to answer his question. What good would it do you? Mint Eye had overpowered him and his security once. Even if you went crawling back to the RFA, they would only get you again. It was hopeless. Everything was fucking hopeless.
  • Hurt flashed across his face as he realized what you were thinking, and he lowered his eyes, guilt clouding them. “You think I’m useless, huh. I know. You entrusted your life with me and I only let you down. I can’t promise you that I can help, but please, at the very least, let me try. Tell me what happened, MC,” he pleaded softly.
  • “Even if I told you, what could you do?” you replied in a quiet, tired voice. “It’s an entire organization, Seven. Mint Eye, if you must know. Look, I don’t expect you to do anything.” An empty laugh escaped your lips. “You claim to be this amazing hacker, but you couldn’t even find one girl. You… you have no idea what I went through.”
  • With that said, you left his car, slamming the door shut behind you.

  • That night, when you returned to Mint Eye Headquarters, you noticed that everyone was in a frenzy, running around like mad dogs. “What’s going on?” you asked someone passing by.
  • Their eyes reflected yours with fear. “We’ve been exposed. Revealed to the world. We have to get out, NOW. They’ve sent the government and news stations after us. Each man for himself, run for your life!”
  • You stood there, shocked as you realized that Seven had taken action immediately. Your phone buzzed with a notification, and you noticed a distinctly familiar number texting you.
  • 707: It’s been a year, MC. I haven’t done nothing throughout this time. I always swore to myself that if I finally found you again one day, I would save you.
  • Your eyes welled up with tears as you read his messages.
  • 707: If you trust me, come to this address: [Address Here]
  • 707: We’re waiting for you, MC. Everyone’s waiting.
  • You started to run away from the building and towards your friends. Yoosung… Zen… Jaehee… Jumin… Seven… V…
  • The thought of their smiling faces, greeting you, was enough to bring a smile to your face. The first genuine smile since you’d been taken away from the RFA. 
  • It wouldn’t be the last.
Never Have I Ever

A/N: Ok so y'all this isn’t edited and i’m on vacay so i might not be able to edit this anytime soon but enjoy nonetheless i guess?? lol
“Shawn wow it’s been a long time how are you? It’s good to have you back!” Ellen said

“I’m good I’m good, glad to be back!” Shawn replied

“How long has it been since you’ve last been here?” She asked

“It’s been a long time that’s for sure.” he said making her laugh

“Ok before we start I just wanted to say congratulations on launching your third album!” She said making the audience cheer

“Thank you.” Shawn said fiddling with the ring on his finger

“Ok so one of these songs is about your girlfriend, Y/N right?” She said making the audience scream and Shawn hiding his face in his hand mumbling an ‘oh god’

“A few of them are about her yeah.” He chuckled

“And does she know?” she asked

“Well she does now.” Shawn laughed

“How do you think her reaction is right now?” Ellen asked making Shawn shrug

“Why don’t you see for yourself.” Ellen said making Shawn frown in confusion as you scared him from behind making him jump out of his seat and clutching his heart as you high fived Ellen

“You scared me!” he said hugging you

“That’s kind of the point.” you said hugging the tree in front of you

“I’m honored by the way.” You whispered in his ear making him smile and rub your back.
You soon pulled away and greeted Ellen properly and went to sit by Shawn

“This is your first time on the show right?” Ellen asked you as they gave you a mic

“Yes it is.” you smiled

“And I’m gonna make sure to give you the perfect and best first time on Ellen. Let’s play: Never Have I Ever.” She said making you bury your face in Shawn’s chest

“Karma sucks doesn’t it?” Shawn whispered teasingly in your ear making you smack his chest

“Here are two paddles and this is how the game works: For example I’m gonna say never have I ever gone skinny dipping and if you have you’ll show the ‘I have’ side on your paddle and if you haven’t well you’ll know what to do.” She said making you laugh

“Ok let’s start: Never have I ever gotten a tattoo I regret.” Ellen said making you and Shawn show the ‘I have never.’ side of the paddle

“You sure Shawn?” Ellen teased making you laugh again and Shawn’s cheeks turn a light shade of pink

“Never have I ever sent a dirty text to the wrong person.” She said making you raise the 'I have never’ and Shawn hiding behind the 'I have’ paddle making you laugh

“Just keep going.” Shawn said trying to hide his red face

“No who did you send it to?” You asked trying to breathe after the laughing fest you just had


“Who?!” You and Ellen asked

“My younger sister, Aaliyah.” Shawn mumbled making you wheeze for air

“Ok next one: Never have I ever told a girl or guy how I feel about them through song.” Ellen said making Shawn reveal the 'I have’ paddle and you reveal the 'I have never’ paddle

“We kinda all already knew the answer.” Ellen said making you laugh and place the paddle down on the table and Ellen went to commercial and Shawn was supposed to get ready for his performance

“I can’t believe you’re here!” Shawn said lifting you in the air then giving you nose kisses

“Well here I am.” You said giggling

“Thank you.” he said

“For what?” You asked confused

“For always being there for me.” He replied kissing your knuckles

“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I wasn’t?” you chuckled

“Also, thank you Shawn.” you said and it was his turn to be confused

“For what?” he asked and you turned to meet his gaze

“For being the best boyfriend ever.” You said kissing him

“Now go get ready!” You said as he left to get ready.

you owe me a dinner

requested: please can you do imagine where y/n is on tour with shawn and he proposed to her and then before the Q&A it’s cute and fluffy and shawn goes to Q&A and fans ask about y/n so she goes to shawn and fans see ring and ask about it and shawn is talking about it and y/n says something like “you told it first. you owe me a dinner cute ass” bc they made a deal about who spills the tea about proposal 😊 also sorry for my English bc I’m from Poland 😊


also teen mendes helped me out again 😂😂😂 what would i do without her


“y/n!” shawn burst through the doors of the tour bus. you were laying across the small couch, not really having much to do while shawn was at sound check before his q&a. “come with me m'lady.”

he stretched his hand out to help you off the couch as you giggled at his cheesiness.

“where are you taking me?” you asked, following him out of the now empty tour bus. he led you away from the venue he was due to perform at in 2 hours, and into a small park area.

“let’s take a walk or something, i feel bad i have to perform on your birthday.” he apologized, again. you knew deciding to join him on tour would mean he would be performing on your birthday, and you were okay with it.

“shawn, its fine honestly. as long as i get to see you, i’m fine with it.”

he shook is head, “well i’m not fine with it. it’s your birthday y/n, it only comes around once a year! we’re gonna take a walk.”

you just nodded, interlocking your hands and letting shawn pull you along. thankfully it was a nice day here in new york, the sun was shining as you walked along the deserted pathway.

you loved that even with his busy schedule, shawn always tried to take some time in the day to spend with you. no matter what he was doing.

“i love you,” you sighed, thinking out loud.

he chuckled, “that was random but i love you too,” he kissed your temple.

you admired the scenery around you, the trees were decorated with little fairy lights for when it got dark and there were many gardens full of flowers as you walked along the path. you decided that this place must be busier at night.

in the distance, there was a lady walking her dog coming your way. even from afar, you could tell the dog wasn’t on a leash. shawn noticed too, hoping the dog wouldn’t run to him or else his allergies would act up.

“shawn! that dog is adorable!” you exclaimed, “i so hope it comes here.”

as if on cue, the dog runs towards you barking happily.

“hi!” you crouched down, meeting the small dog. it jumped on you multiple times, excited to see someone new. “aren’t you a cutie?”

the owner of the dog soon caught up to her runway dog, “i’m so sorry, she likes to escape sometimes. there’s usually nobody here at this time so i bring her without the leash.”

you were too busy playing with the puppy to answer, but shawn was quick to answer the elderly woman.

“oh no worries, as you can tell my girlfriend loves dogs. we don’t mind.” he said, smiling down at you and the dog.

“oh it’s very clear, she’s adorable. so what brings you to this path at this time of day? it’s normally empty.” the lady tried making small talk with shawn while you were pre occupied. he told the lady why he brought you here, speaking in a low voice so you wouldn’t hear him.

“okay girl, its time to go.” the woman called to the dog. “this cute couple needs some alone time.” she picked the dog up from your hands as it whimpered, not wanting to leave. you didn’t want it to leave either.

“bye! thanks for letting me play with your adorable dog.” you said as the lady continued in the opposite direction of the two of you.

as you walked along the path, shawn shoved his free hand in his pack pocked. sighing in relief seconds after.

“everything okay?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“oh what? yeah,” he said. “i was just checking to make sure i had my phone.”

you nodded, knowing fully well his phone was on the bus still, but you said nothing of it. it was probably nothing.

shawn released his grip on your hand, suddenly stopping a few feet behind you. you hadn’t noticed at first, you were to engrossed in the scenery around you.

“y/n,” he called, you barely heard him his voice was so soft. you turned around, greeted with shawn on one knew in front of you. you covered your mouth with your right hand, tears already welling up in your eyes. he grabbed your free hand quickly before beginning to talk.

“i was gonna do this tonight on stage but i couldn’t wait another minute. y/n when i first saw you at geoff’s birthday party i was left speechless because you were beyond gorgeous. i asked you out that night and lucky for me you said yes and i will never forget that. you gave me a chance and showed me beautiful things i never would’ve seen without you, when i fell in love with you it felt like magic and i want to make you feel the same now will you give me another chance but to let me show you unimaginable things this time and marry me?”

you simply nodded, not being able to form proper words or sentences right now. you held your left hand out for him to slip the beautiful ring on, as he did. both your smiles were probably the widest they have ever been.

“i love you,” you finally managed to get out, smashing your lips onto his. once you pulled away, he pulled you into him, kissing the top of your head multiple times. you stayed in his embrace for what seemed like hours until your phone started ringing.

sighing, you pulled away from shawn to check the caller ID. it was andrew, most likely looking for shawn. you put it on speaker before it connected.


“y/n where is shawn?” andrew asked, “he needs to be at the q and a in 30 minutes!”

shawn’s eyes widened, completely forgetting about the q&a.

“sorry andrew, we’ll be there. we just took a walk for a bit.”

andrew sighed, saying goodbye and hanging up the phone. you stuffed your phone into your back pocket and reconnected your hand with shawn’s.

as you walked, you admired the ring that now had a permanent place on your left hand. it was stunning, it was exactly what you wanted.

“do you like it?” shawn asked, noticing you admiring it. “if you don’t we can change it.”

“no,” you smiled, shaking your head. “it’s perfect. i love it, it’s exactly how i pictured it to be. i’m glad you didn’t wait until later to do this.”

“me too,” he smiled. “but are we gonna announce it right away?”

“well everyone on the team is going to see it, but maybe we could have a little fun with announcing it.” you smirked.

“oh yeah? like what?”

“well,” you grinned, a plan was already forming. “whoever spills about the engagement first before announcing it, owes the other person a dinner.”

“oh you’re on!” shawn exclaimed.

you arrived at the venue quicker than expected, the two of you entering through the back and finding your way to shawn’s dressing room.

“sorry i’m late!” shawn said as the two of you burst through the doors. “we got a little distracted.”

you blushed, smiling at the ground.

“i’ll say,” geoff interrupted. “y/n is that new?” he motioned to the ring shawn had placed on your finger only minutes ago.

shawn nodded, “i couldn’t wait until later, she was playing with this dog and i just had to do it.

“congrats man!”

the crew in the dressing room congratulated the two of you multiple times. you told them you weren’t announcing it right away when they tried to take videos of you for instagram and snapchat.

“i hate to break this up,” andrew interrupted. “but shawn you have to go to the q&a.”

he nodded, quickly kissing you before exiting the room with the rest of his team leaving you alone in the dressing room.

not even 10 minutes later, geoff appeared at the door, letting you know shawn wanted you to come out there. apparently the fans had asked about you.

you followed him to the small room where the q&a was being held, the room erupted in screams once you walked in.

you shyly waved, unfortunately you already forgot about the ring and you waved with your left hand.

“hey, a few of them wanted to say happy birthday.” shawn said, wrapping his arm around you as you stood next to the table where he sat.

“thank you.” you blushed, not enjoying having this much attention plus almost 100 cameras on you.

shawn picked a girl near the front to ask a question.

“this one is actually for y/n,” she said. “is that an engagement ring on your finger?”

you looked at shawn, hoping he would answer. mostly because you didn’t like to talk in front of so many people, but you also wanted a free dinner.

“it actually is,” he beamed as the crowed erupted in cheers yet again. you listened as he told them the details of what happened, so much for keeping it a secret.

“also shawn,” you butted in once he finished the story. “you told first.”

his eyes widened, “oh shit, so much for that.”

“tough luck,” you patted his chest. “you owe me a dinner babe.”

smallandsundry  asked:

trimberly harry potter au, kim takes trini home for spring break and tells her parents they're dating. this is news to trini.

“I might as well have placed a full body-bind you.”

Trini jerks out of thought, rubbing her hands on her slacks and looking up at Kim, who’s wearing a look that might be called ‘concerned’ if not for the slight quirk of the right corner of her lips.


“You don’t need to be nervous. My parents are pricks, but they’re not going to say anything uncivilized. To your face,” she adds after a moment’s pause. 

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SteveTony "I'm so glad you're back!" (Happy please!!!) [star anon]

Tony huffed, rolling on to his stomach on the couch, hand trailing listlessly against the soft carpet on the floor.

He was bored.

Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored

Everyone was gone. Off. Away. On trips or business or fucking murder sprees, for all he knew.

Did he mention he was bored?

So fucking bored.

“Unnnnnghh,” he groaned into the pillow, sitting wondering what the fuck he’d used to do with his time when there hadn’t been Asgardians to clamber over or birds to irritate or Supersoliders to make out with.

He’d just… done stuff. On his own. Happily. Like, he’d enjoyed the solitude? This whole tower and it was only him and he’d… liked it?

Or at least, a more apt term would be he just hadn’t really known what he was missing out on. 

But that was a sad thought. So… moving on.

“JARVIS,” Tony mumbled into the pillow, “’m gonna need you to do a search.”

“What are the parameters, sir?” And Tony could hear the amusement in his synthesised voice, damn him, stupid smug bastard.

“Just. Search. I literally don’t care. Aliens? Tech? Funny-shaped vegetables? Do not give a fuck. Just hit me.”

“Perhaps you would like to see a bioscan of the tower, sir?” JARVIS answered after a short pause, and Tony heard the tiny zipping noise as a hologram popped into life in front of him.

He schooled his face into one of disgust and directed it toward the ceiling (dammit Steve, that one was on you). “Uh. No? I wouldn’t, not even slightly, what the fuc-”

When his eyes focused on the image, however, he decided he’d changed his mind.

“Steve!” he squealed (Manly squeal. Manly squeal of manliness because he was Tony Fucking Stark, Fuck you), rolling off the couch in one swift and clumsy motion before scrabbling to his feet like an excited child and hurling himself in the direction of the elevator where Steve’s thermoscan was registering.

Steve had been gone three days. And Tony… may have… missed him slightly.

(There was a pillow encased with Steve’s jumper and Tony had been fiddling with the tags around his neck for about 70 of the seventy-two hours he’d been gone, but that was irrelevant.)

Tony was hurrying toward the direction of the elevator, but by the time he reached it, Steve was already stepping out of it, duffel strung over his shoulder and suit looking a little worse for wear. He seemed tired, but altogether okay from Tony’s first initial assessment.

Quickly delving a little deeper, Tony let his gaze fall carefully across Steve’s body, making sure there were no obvious injuries to be seen. Steve still hadn’t spotted him, but once Tony had decided that his boyfriend was in good condition and wouldn’t topple over if Tony was too enthusiastic, he made sure to rectify that.

Without a word, he skidded around the corner, crossing the corridor in 7 quick strides before he broke out into a beam and threw himself into Steve’s arms, knowing Steve would catch him.

He did. With a lovely, deep laugh to accompany it.

Tony didn’t say anything, immediately dropping his head and kissing Steve hard, hot and heavy. Steve was holding him by the ass, and Tony practically whimpered as Steve squeezed, smile evident on his lips as he answered immediately.

“ I am… so… glad you’re back,” Tony mumbled, stifling a groan of delight against Steve’s neck as he bit down, sucking a mark just above the collar where he’d at least be able to see it for a few hours before it healed (-again, dammit Steve).

“Mmm, me too- if I knew this was the reception I’d be-” Steve was cut off by his own voice breaking when Tony tugged on his hair a bit, pulling his head up and leaving more neck for Tony to kiss.

“You were saying,” Tony said wryly, bringing his head up a little to press a feather-light kiss against Steve’s bottom lip.

“If I knew this was the reception I get every time I leave for a while, I might head off more often,” Steve said, voice low as he stepped to the side and twisted, pressing Tony up against the wall.

“Uhhh, no. I was bored out of my god damn skull without you, Rogers, this is not allowed to happen again,” Tony argued, poking a finger into Steve’s chest accusingly.

Steve grinned, raising an eyebrow and lifting his head up from where it had been previously getting busy with Tony’s jaw in order to stare smugly. “You mean you missed me.”

“No? What fucking nonsense, I-”

“I will literally strip off down to my bare ass, right now in the corridor, if there is not an object of my possession somewhere in or on our bed.”

Tony opened his mouth- then spewed sullen curses at Steve as he let his hands wander and attempt to bring that fantasy to life, despite the fact that Steve was actually correct (DAMMIT STEVE)

“Ah ah ah, you lose, you don’t get me naked. Yet.” Steve grabbed his wrists, stupid smug bastard, and then turned them upward, pressing his mouth against Tony’s pulse. “If it helps, I missed you too.”

Tony softened a little, pressing a light kiss to Steve’s lips, then another, then another-

“Okay, can I please show you how much I missed you, right now,” Steve mumbled, eyes fluttering shut as he hiked Tony a little higher up against him.

“Yep, yep, I agree- JARVIS, take us up to our room,” Tony called out, trying to talk through Steve’s mouth and hoping JARVIS would get him anyway.

He did. Because it was JARVIS, for fuck’s sake.

Seriously though- three days without Steve?


He was definitely going to spend a while in their room making up for lost time.

Three days. God. Ridiculous.

lesson learned

Originally posted by softdanvers

this is what happens when you have friends who are enablers: you post weird shit at 2 am. so this goes out to @thesschesthair, @optomisticgirl, @xpumpkindumplingx, and @fergus80; oh, and @cocohook38. and probably @kat2609; you’re usually involved, too. (because i love you)


It was supposed to be a locator potion. Just a simple tracking spell. They didn’t have any problems the first time, so this would be easy, right? 

But when the excessive fog cleared from the loft, and everything seemed warped, David and Killian knew they’d taken a wrong turn. 

“I TOLD you, mate!” Killian…chattered?

David grumbled at him, but it came out more like a low-pitched titter.

They stared at each other for a good long minute, realizing what had happened; indeed, just as Killian had once warned, David had somehow managed to turn them both into raccoons. And if the fur standing up on Killian’s neck was anything to go by, he was none too pleased.

“How the bloody hell do you plan on fixing this?”

“I…I don’t know,” David sighed, as much as a raccoon could sigh. “Maybe Emma can help?”

“Aye; she’s our best bet,” Killian solemnly agreed. “But first, we have to get the door open.”

A bit of teamwork got them out of the apartment, though it was awkward given that Killian was down a paw so the slightly larger David had to climb on his shoulders. Getting across town was more difficult than anticipated, even with Storybrooke’s light traffic, and took longer than even a normal walk. And they certainly weren’t about to attempt the truck.

The sun was just setting when they finally found the backyard fence at Emma and Killian’s home, which they slipped through easily. The kitchen lights were on so they knew Emma was inside.

“Almost there, mate,” Killian shouted excitedly; lumbering around as a small, three-legged mammal had gotten old quickly and he wanted nothing more than to find himself in Emma’s embrace again.

The two scampered up the stairs to the back door and began to scratch at it, shouting Emma’s name. 

Emma sighed, setting down her mug of cocoa on the kitchen table. Just where were those guys? It wasn’t like her father or Killian to miss both a dinner date and several phone calls. It had been a long day of dead ends in dealing with Gideon and she’d really needed the comfort of their optimism tonight. But now, she was getting worried, and she didn’t have her mother with her to reassure her or talk her down.

Dumb sleeping curses. Dumb prophecies. Dumb magic town where anything crazy could happen. 

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anonymous asked:

hey, i really love your hc's like i always read them and they're so good?? i'm in love. could i please request rfa + v reacting to mc coming home all beat up and finding out they have a bunch of bullies? i had a really bad day at school and reading this hc would be really comforting, thank you x

hey, anon and thank you! i’m glad you like them <33 

i hope this cheers you up a bit and that you know that you’re amazing and the rfa loves you. and that i love you too! (Ɔ ˘⌣˘)˘⌣˘ C)


  • zen looks towards the door with a smile, standing up and walking over, ready to give mc a ‘welcome home’ kiss 
  • when they walk through and he sees them all bruised up and crying
  • he freezes and his smile fades into a frown, immediately running over and hugging mc 
  • they start crying again, zen hugs them tighter and brings them inside, closing the door 
  • he brings them to the couch and slowly sits them down with him crouching in front of them
  • they don’t talk yet because mc is crying, but he just gently starts kissing each one of their bruises
  • when mc can talk, they tell him about the bullies and how they beat them up
  • zen is ready to go out there and fight someone tbh 
  • but he stays with mc and kisses their nose. “i won’t let anyone hurt you again”
  • makes them a cup of tea and cuddles for the night
  • but the next day, zen picks them up at the same place they got beat up
  • the bullies are there, ready to start hurting mc again when zen walks up to them and wraps his arms around mc’s waist 
  • “ready to go, princess?” mc nods slightly, kind of surprised that he was there
  • as they walk away, zen gives the bullies a glare. “i will find you if you hurt them again.” 


  • yoosung would be so shocked
  • mc came home with a split lip and he freaked! 
  • “honey, what happened?!” mc is angry, but their an angry crier, so they’re crying too
  • “these assholes..” they mutter before biting their lip and crying more
  • yoosung knows who they are
  • but they never physically hurt mc like this! this is ridiculous!!
  • he can’t help but interfere now 
  • so he walks with mc to the same place the next day
  • the same people are there and they notice yoosung with mc, but they think they can take him
  • they are….mistaken 
  • yoosung doesn’t beat them up, because he can’t, but he called in a favor
  • aka - he called jumin and asked for a bodyguard. jumin sends him 2 
  • the bodyguards step in front of yoosung and mc, shielding them
  • the bullies are now intimidated. why does that dude with mc have bodyguards who is he wtf??
  • they don’t bother mc again


  • she comes out of the kitchen making dinner when she hears the door open
  • and then she sees mc all hurt and she gasps
  • “explain later. icepack now.” she says before mc can say anything
  • so jaehee takes care of all the bruises and little cuts she finds on mc before she sets them on the countertop
  • she puts a hand on each of mc’s sides, kissing their nose before sighing, “alright..what happened?”
  • when mc tells her, she is so mad 
  • but she doesn’t have time to go over there and beat up those bullies for mc
  • so…she does something she swore she was never going to do 
  • she called luciel for a favor
  • the next day, the bullies don’t have time to mess with mc when literally every electronic they own is going crazy
  • they also get a threatening message not to bother mc again, written by jaehee
  • when mc gets back home, they can hardly believe jaehee did that, but she just smiles at them  


  • is honestly So Pissed
  • of course, he calms them down by giving cute kisses to their nose and prepares a hot bath
  • also a cuddle session with Elizabeth 
  • but also probably wants to sue them, but mc manages to stop him from doing that 
  • oh, but jumin is going to have a bit of payback somehow, and mc knows that
  • he does it on his own, though
  • like he actually carves time out of his schedule to teach those people a lesson
  • let me clarify, jumin han does not beat people up
  • instead, he verbally rips them to shreds 
  • also threatens suing them, though he won’t only because mc asked
  • they never bother mc again
  • when the two of them are out and they see the bullies, jumin still glares at them

707 / luciel / saeyoung

  • he freaks out when mc comes home hurt
  • is All Over them and puts so many bandages on 
  • kisses each bandage as well
  • he makes hot chocolate, cheers mc up with jokes and cuddles
  • and just for good measure, kisses all the bandages again
  • it puts mc to sleep because he’s so soft and careful
  • after they fall asleep and he tucks them in, however, he decides to make a few phonecalls
  • he tells the bullies over the phone that hey, you mess with mc, and you’re going to regret it 
  • his voice is all cheery and it sounds like he’s kidding, but he’s spitting out these threats and somehow his voice makes it worse
  • the bullies don’t stand a chance and they know it
  • they don’t bother mc anymore

v / jihyun

  • see, jihyun is a calm, patient person
  • and as one of those people, seeing him snap is terrifying
  • and that’s exactly what he does when he sees mc walk back into the house, a black eye and holding their side
  • not to mc, of course. he does his best to take care of them
  • while not being able to see much, he still manages to clean them up and put on some bandages
  • when mc is all wrapped in a blanket, a disney movie on, jihyun tells them he needs to go to the store, they nod at him
  • what jihyun actually does, is find the bullies right away
  • they think they can take him, but they don’t want to..he’s blind
  • but jihyun smiles and trips all of them with his cane, then whacking them in the arm with it
  • “I find you anywhere near 10 feet of mc, I’ll do much worse.” 
  • his voice is also still so calm and polite 
  • for good measure, he hits their stomach once before walking away

anonymous asked:

"Call me now, it's urgent." And "Actually... I just miss you." With Midoriya pretty please with ice cream on top?

Thank you for requesting, lovely anon! I’m sorry it took so long, and I would also like to apologize for what you guys are about to read (whoops small tangent about to occur) I am posting this before proof reading and editing it (so it’s basically my rough draft) because I just felt so awful for not posting anything at all yesterday, and felt like I needed to put something out for you guys. Things have just been an absolute mess and I have just been devastated. Remember that all nighter I pulled to write up requests (All the matchups and five word prompts)? All of them got deleted. Every. Single. One. So I have to redo all those, and just ughh. I know it’s a really shitty excuse, but it just made me feel so awful- and just ugh. I honestly can’t explain what I was feeling, but it was something along the lines of frustration with myself for not having backups of my work. Anywho, I hope you guys can enjoy this hastily put together junk. It’s late, so hopefully I can correct stuff tomorrow morning when I have more of a level head.

A soft, unwarranted sigh escaped your slightly parted lips as you exited the bus that had stopped a block away from your house, the grip on your black duffle bag became tighter as you began to walk along the pavement . You were glad to be back, of course. After spending three weeks in America and sticking to a strict training regimen provided by an oh-so merciful aunt, any one would be tired. However, you couldn’t complain too much, seeing as the training was originally supposed to be a month long. Of course you were happy to be back, seeing as you hadn’t really had the chance to talk to any of your friends. You felt kind of bad for not replying to anyones’ texts or calls, but it couldn’t be helped. After all, becoming the top hero was your dream, so you absolutely refused to even spare a moment to glance at your phone, since it would take time away from either training, eating, or sleeping. Not that you got much of the last two anyways.

Having been lost in your thoughts for such a long time, you almost walked right past your house. In fact, you would have had it not been for your mother her happily shouted your name as you came into view.

“Oh, (y/n)! I’ve missed you so much! Did you tell your aunt I said hello? More importantly, why didn’t you answer any of my calls! I was worried sick young lady!” Your mother tsk’d, but couldn’t be too mad. She knew you would be busy, and she knew just how strict her sister could be.

“Yeah, I know mom. I’m sorry. I was busy the whole time! Thankfully, she said I had improved enough to be sent home early. Though, she does want me to return every few months…” Another sigh escaped your lips as your thoughts wondered to your very intense aunt, and how much more brutal would be once you came to visit her again.

Your mom began to walk inside the house, motioning for you to follow behind her. As the two pairs of feet padded in to the small, but comfortable house you couldn’t help the wave of happiness that overcame you due to the familiarity and comfort of being back in your own house.

“Hey, mom,” you began, as you toed off your shoes and neatly placed them on the mat by the door, “I’m just going to drop my stuff off in my room then take a short walk, if that’s okay? I kinda just want to revisit everything before I call it a night. I’ve missed this place.” You glanced up at your mother, who had a thoughtful look spread across her features.

“Yea, dear, that’s fine! Just make sure you’re home before sun down,” she stated as she swiftly turned around and walked into the kitchen, more than likely to clean up after dinner.

You nodded your head before making your way upstairs, passing both your parents’ and sibling’s room before reaching your own. You lazily tossed your bag onto the bed. Walking over to the abandoned bag, you quickly unzipped it and brought out your phone which had gone unused for such a long time. You quickly stuffed it into your pocket before dashing back down the stairs and out the door, shutting it loudly as your exited your house.

Your feet padded along the warm pavement, a small ‘thud’ following after each calculated step. (s/c) fingers fiddling with the phone in your pocket before finally fishing it out. You stopped walking for a moment as you thought about what to do. No one knew of your early return, except for your family of course. You could send a mass text to inform your friends and boyfriend, but you’d much rather surprise them by being in class the next day. However, since you were feeling a bit on the playful side, you decided to toy with your green haired angel. As you pressed his contact, you were weighed down by a bit of guilt. Seeing all the missed calls and messages you received from him was a bit heart wrenching, but you still decided to go along with your plan. You could only hope the poor boy wouldn’t have a heart attack when he read the first message he has gotten from you in weeks.

To: Izucute

‘Call me now, it’s urgent!’

Your tongue poked out between your lips as you typed that simple, yet alarming sentence out on the keyboard before sending it. After doing so you began to walk yet again, though not even a minute later was your phone buzzing with life.

Your (e/c) eyes shifted to the phone in your hand. The image displayed was one of a smiling Deku, which you had taken right before the both of you started dating. A faint smile tugged at your lips as you pressed the green button, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“(y/n)?! Hello?? Is everything alright? Are you okay?” Izuku began to shoot off one question after the other in his state of panic. He probably would have continued if you hadn’t cut him off.

“Izuku,” you began, an airy laugh fell from your lips, “I’m fine I’m fine. I just got some time off of training, and I wanted to call you! I felt kind of bad since I never got to respond to any of your calls or texts…” The sad tone your voice took on near the end of your sentence was more obvious then you had thought, and Izuku was immediately able to pick up on it.

“Oh! Don’t worry about it (y/n)! I understand how busy you must have been, especially considering how badly you want to be a pro hero.” It hadn’t been that long since you’ve heard Izuku’ voice, but it still sounded so different to you. Deeper, but not by much.

“Anyways! How have you been Izuku? Have I missed much?” You began to pick up your pace, hoping to get to your destination and back before it got dark. You breathing began to get shallow as your speed walk shifted into a jog, and then a run. You were careful not to drop your phone though, which was still pressed to your ear.

“(y/n)? You sound winded? Are you training again? You can hang up now, you know. I wont mind. I’m just glad you were able to call me at all,” Izuku murmured, a bit disheartened that he couldn’t talk with you longer.

“Ah? Okay, but before I hang up I do have something to confess,” your pace slowed back down to a walk as you approached the front porch of a small, quaint house which you had come to know so well. “I kind lied as to why I called you. I actually just missed you.” You brought your balled up fist to knock on the door, waiting for someone to answer, a soon enough a short, chubby green haired lady did.

“Hello, Mrs. Midoriya! Is Izuku home?” You placed your hand over your phones mic, and kept your voice in a whisper-like tone.

seeming to catch on, Inko nodded her head and pointed up. She mouthed ‘his room’ and offered a small smile and she ushered you inside the house and up the stairs.

“(y/n), that’s sweet and all, but I don’t want to distract you from your training! I’d feel so guilty if your aunt reprimanded you for being on your phone while working…” Izuku sighed, his words becoming solemn, realizing this conversation would come to a quick end.

“Yeah, you’re right Izuku…I just felt bad for not being an active part of your life for such a long time…but I promise to make it up to you soon enough.” With that being said you quickly hung up your phone and shoved it into your pocket. You made your way across the top floor to Izuku’s room. A small, smile found it way on your face as you placed your ear next to the green haired boy’s room. After not hearing much, you pulled away and knocked on the door.

“Come in, mom!” he called out.

With a small chuckle you opened up the door and walked up to his desk. His back was turned to you as he diligently worked on some school work.

“I never pegged you as the type to have a mommy kink,” You murmured, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

“Eh??! (y/n)? I thought you were still training in America!” Izuku whipped his head to the side, straining his neck to see you.

“Well, I got let off early. I missed you a lot…and felt guilty for not talking to you for so long, so I decided to come over. Should I not have?” You murmured as you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“No…it’s fine. I’m happy you came to see me. I’ve been missing you a lot as well,” he murmured, turning around so he could embrace you fully.

Imagine #1

Pairing: Peater x Reader

Summary: You have a nightmare where Peter dies and when you wake up he comforts you

Warnings: It’s my first ever imagine that i’ve posted, and it’s in bullets. Death but then there isn’t 

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  • You had dreamt that Peter died. 
  • It had taken place in the beach and Peter was fighting The Vulture.
  • You could only stand there and watch everything unfold. You tried to move, but you were stuck in place. It never occurred to you once that you could have been dreaming. 
  • For a moment it looked like Peter was going to win, but suddenly The Vulture tripped Peter then grabbed him by the neck. 
  • You saw as the he lifted Peter while the latter struggled against the grip, but then Peter stopped struggling. The Vulture flew away effortlessly.
  • You called out his name, a heart wrenching scream that rang across the beach. 
  • You were finally able to run to him then dropped at his side. You held his face between your hands and stared at his glazed eyes. He really was gone. 
  • You called out for him, your words barely a whisper, but then escalating in volume as the truth set. 
  • You felt the tears form while you stood over his body and sobbed. 
  • You stopped when a quiet whisper was heard.
  • “Wake up” your forehead was wrinkled in confusion and suddenly Peter shot up and grabbed at your shoulders “Wake up!”
  • You awoke in a cold sweat and your eyes welling with tears. You blinked blearily and kicked off the blankets, not being able to deal with the suffocation and heat they brought. You saw a blurry figure in front of you. You blinked and finally focused. 
    • Peter was standing over you, a look of worry clear on his face. 
  • After that your body relaxed immediately with relief. Knowing that Peter was safe was all that you needed. Subsequently, you started sobbing. Both sobs of joy and sadness at the prospect of knowing that he was alive, but he was always in so much danger.
  • “(Nick-name), what happened? I woke up and found you crying. I assumed it was a nightmare and woke you up too.”
    • Peter looked so concern and scared that you couldn’t help but be so grateful that he was your friend that the tears just came all over again.
  • You immediately tackled him with a hug, basically straddling him and attaching yourself to him like a sloth. He stiffened a bit, but as you buried your face in his neck he relaxed and rubbed at your back while his other arm was around your waist. 
  • “You died Peter" 
  • "Oh… I see. But don’t worry, okay? I’m right here.” He pulled back so you could stare at him. Grabbing your hands, he placed them on his face “I’m all right, not fighting The Vulture and certainly not dead.” Too shocked, all you did was nod and Peter sighed. 
  • “Mind telling me what happened?” he asked carefully.
  • “It was so terrifying, having you die right in front of me? I couldn’t bear it, I could never bear having my best friend die like that” You hugged him a bit tighter, still afraid that you could maybe be dreaming.
  •  "I’m so happy you’re alive"
  •  Peter pulled back and you felt a peck on your forehead
    • “Thank you”
  • Let’s just say that Peter was very glad that you stayed over this time
    • “I would’ve felt so bad if you woke up and I wasn’t there”
    • “I’m pretty sure I would’ve shown up at your door with bloodshot eyes anyway just to make sure you were okay”
  • You both laughed at that
    • “I’m also glad that I chose the top bunk because I’m pretty sure that we might have fallen”
  • At least the mood had lightened.
  • “Also I’m sorry I straddled you”
  •  "I thought that you were more like a sloth"
    • “I’m gonna detach myself now”
    • “Aww, but you’re so nice and cuddly”
        • “Five more minutes then.”

littlethingsbigpicture  asked:

Psssst! Tracer, Sombra and Pharah for the classic "oh crap I went to this baseball game and I'm sitting by this really beautiful woman and I thought things couldn't get any worse but now the kiss cam is on us and we don't even know each other!" Does the overwatch world have baseball? Ima just say it has baseball. They/Them reader please! So everyone can read! Thank you!

AHHH THIS REQUEST I swoon~ 😍 I’m gonna have a lot of fun writing this and I hope you like it too! Two of my best girls in this request (Hugs and Kisses From Mod Lottie y'all 💕)


(A/N: I’m leaving Mercy’s date ambiguous because there are some hardcore shippers out there)

A good ol’ fashioned game of baseball is a nice way to blow off some steam on the weekend. You look around the full stadium and smile; there’s something about a crowd of fans watching a concert, or in this case, a sports game that fills you up with positive energy and straight up good vibes. You were near the end of one of the rows, the few seats beside you were empty so you thought maybe no one would sit there.

Boy were you wrong.

A couple moments later you saw a girl and two other people, a couple from what it seemed, taking the previously empty seats. Your eyes immediately locked onto the short haired brunette.

‘Oh no, she’s cute!’ You thought to yourself. You tried to look away before she made eye contact but as you looked away she saw you and smiled. You looked back and smiled with a small wave. ‘Oh my god I hope I didn’t smile weird. Is my smile weird? Please lord tell me I don’t have a weird smile.’

She walked right towards you and took the seat right next to you. She leaned towards the blonde sitting next to her and said, “It’s nice to get outside of the office sometimes! Don’t you think? Nice people here too.”

The blonde responded but you couldn’t hear what she said, you were trying to figure out if she was referring to you as the 'nice people’. You snapped out of your thoughts by the girl’s voice.

“I heard there’s a kiss cam for this game! Maybe you two can show the stadium how into each other you are, and maybe I’ll get to kiss a cutie” She giggled. You knew there was no one else she’d be able to kiss other than you unless she was hitting on her friend in front of her date. You blushed at the thought of kissing this beautiful stranger but locked your sight on the game, taking all of your willpower not to look over.

The game was enough to distract you after you calmed down. You were so consumed in it that you totally forgot about your nervousness until the dreaded kiss cam showed up. Your breathing started to become a little shallow as you saw people on the camera. You were surprised when it landed on the girls friends, the ones who were on a date. You laughed a little, feeling a bit of familiarity seeing them on the big screen. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to see the brunette grinning at you.

“Whaddaya say we steal the show from em’ love birds huh?” She said with a bit if a blush. Before you could process what she said, she held your face delicately in her hands and gave you a soft, sweet kiss. You were shocked at first but soon you got into the rhythm of it and closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the moment.

Still in the girls embrace, you looked up at the screen and realized you did in fact steal the kiss cam from her friends. You laughed blissfully as you looked up at the screen. She leaned in and whispered her name in your ear.


You grabbed your bag, pulled out a pen, and wrote on Lena’s arm.

She looked at her arm and smiled. On her arm was your name, number, and a heart to top it off.

“You’re a great kisser (Y/n).”


Ok this was super weird? You could’ve sworn that when you got your tickets that you and your friends would all be sitting together. How did you end up in the VIP section with this gorgeous woman beside you? You had insisted with the ticket masters that this wasn’t your seat but here you were anyway. You looked over at the girl and watched her as she typed away at her hovering key pad with one hand and took a sip of her drink she held in her other hand. There was something so alluring about her. Maybe it was her mysterious yet carefree aura? Maybe it was her pretty round eyes or her soft looking skin? Maybe it was that knowing smirk of hers– wait why is she smirking like that?

“You enjoying the game or the view?” She laughs, her eyes not leaving whatever it was she was doing. You whipped your head the other way, totally embarrassed that you were staring.

“I’m so sorry!” You uttered, shutting your eyes as you cringed slightly. She chuckled lightly which caused you to look her way again and met her light yet captivating gaze.

“Don’t apologize. I would be lying if I said I didn’t sneak a couple glances your way while you weren’t looking. Now we’re even, and I’m glad I seem to catch your attention as much as you do mine.” She leaned more towards you now with that flirtatious look on her face. You didn’t really know how to handle that so you just started to chug your drink as if it was going to wash away your flustered state.

“Heh, someone sure is thirsty.”

You almost choked as you heard her say that. You almost died from what you saw next.

Up on the big screen was the kiss cam and, of course, you saw your bewildered expression and the woman’s smug one.

“Oh my, didn’t see that coming.” The tone in her voice suggested otherwise. She used her finger to gently move your head to face her. Pulling you towards her, she laid a gentle kiss on your lips that felt like it lasted an eternity and yet felt like it ended too soon at the same time.

After you gained your composure back, she stood up and looked like she was about to leave. You looked up at her in confusion, which made her look at you like you were a cute little puppy that had grown attached to her.

“I’d love to stay with you but I have some other things to attend to. The name is Sombra by the way, and don’t worry, we’ll be seeing each other a lot after this.” She walked towards the exit of the VIP booth and gave you one final wave and a little wink.

“I’ll keep in touch!”

And with that she was gone, and you desperately wanted to find out more about her and how she would even be able to contact you since you didn’t exchange info with her. As you looked down at your phone, you saw a bunch of missed calls and texts in all caps from your friends and one from an unknown number.

'See you soon~’

((I’ll add Pharah’s later, I’m having massive writers block for her part. Hope you enjoy these two for now!))

Feeling Alive- Part 11

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.


Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)

Part 3 (There Will Come a Time)

Part 4 (Weapon of Choice)

Part 5 (Came Here For Love)

Part 6 (Where the Sky Hangs)

Part 7 (When Can I See You Again?)

Part 8 (Manhattan)

Part 9 (Skip To The Good Bit)

Part 10 (Poison & Wine)


Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 12/?: Clean

Word count: 2412

Warnings: swearing and ANGST

Just… YOU GUYS. I am utterly indebted to your enthusiasm and love. Thank you a hundred times. (Because TSwift is who she is, the version of Clean I linked is a cover, but you can find the original on Spotify).

Y: Hope you’re OK, despite the awful situation

Y: Give my best to Steve tomorrow

Y: Try to sleep as much as you can

Y: OK I’m hoping you’re asleep, good night


Friday is your day off. You can’t decide if that’s good or bad. On the one hand, you don’t have to try to get through a day at work, with all that happened yesterday clouding the back of your mind- on the other, you have nothing to distract you from the horrible reality of the situation. You force yourself to get up and make a start on tidying your apartment. Anything to keep your mind from swerving back to the ugly bundle of Steve’s knee resting on stark white blankets, or the expression of hopeless anger on Bucky’s face.

Y: Hope you’re bearing up

Y: Try to keep eating etc.

You know that Bucky’s probably in class or at the hospital, so the fact that he isn’t replying doesn’t bother you too much. Instead you try to stay focused on the tasks in front of you: vacuuming, sweeping, rearranging your bookshelf until finally everything looks neat once more. Then you check the time and pick up the phone.

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anonymous asked:

Fluff of 2D and a pregnant S/O? I'm craving fluff rn please help

You bolt out of bed and scramble across the floor, hand clamped over your mouth. You slam the bathroom door open, not caring as it hits the sink, almost cracking it. For once, you’re glad that the toilet seat is up, because you drop right down beside it and retch hard into the bowl. Involuntary tears spring to your eyes as you gag hard, and you moan in anguish.

Nausea washes over you and you gag again, squeezing your eyes shut. When you open them again, they’re beginning to adjust to the darkness, as you hadn’t been able to switch any lights on during your desperate sprint to the toilet. You slump against the side of the bath and huff as the initial nausea subsides, and curl an arm around your swollen stomach.

You hear slow shuffling, and then see a figure appear at the door. You see 2D’s hand go to the light switch, and then stop just in front of it.
“S’it alright it I turn the light on?”

You nod, and then realise he probably can’t see you.

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Ok guys strap yourselves in because I’m about to take you on the wild ride of the night of May 10, 2017. So I went through a lot mentally to get these tickets but I got them. Then the night before something happened with my friend and I’s ride. I cried my eyes out that night thinking we weren’t gonna be able to go but then we found a new ride so my hope was back. I really wanted to get to the barricade. I’ve been having a pretty shitty year and this was the only thing keeping me happy. So the next morning, our ride was two hours late. I’m sitting there thinking we’re gonna be at the back of the queue but when we got there we had pretty decent spots. We made some friends and had a good time. Then there was the problem of people cutting which pissed me off. It was getting ridiculously out of hand. I decided to abandon all concert etiquette and bulldoze my way to the front because my god I deserved it. By the time we got there I was stuck behind 3 tall girls. For those of you who don’t know, I’m 5'0. Yeah I was pissed and the barricade was right there. Concert started and I had the time of my life. However the girls around me were sort of bitches and I thought a fight was gonna go down. Eventually my friend (god bless her) managed to shove me to the front and I was right by the barricade. I swear van and I made eye contact for a split second before he closed his eyes. It happened. Singing along with my favorite band at the top of my lungs was such an amazing experience and I’ve been lucky enough to experience it twice. Their stage presence is the best I’ve ever seen and out of all the concerts I’ve been to, I enjoy theirs the most. It’s weird because I feel so at home and a sense a of belonging at their concerts. I could go on and on about the show but I’m just gonna say it was absolutely amazing. Now our oh so precious ride got into some trouble and my friends mom had to come get us. She’s pretty strict so I was concerned we weren’t going to get to meet the band because she would want to leave. Thankfully at the end, she was still 70 miles away. My friend and I waited by the gates, through hunger, cold weather, and rain. I see people standing up and of course we follow them. Now we’re standing around like dumbasses just talking until my friend says “oh my god bob and bondy are standing right there.” They were talking to the crowd about something (we were in the back). We could not believe our eyes. I got around to bob and my god he’s an actual angel. He’s so sweet. He turned towards me and I asked him for two things. I asked if he could take our selfie because I was shaking too much and then if he could sign my shirt. I’m still shaking while writing this. He was so gentle and sweet and took the picture. I expected him to move on because there were so many girls but he asked me about my shirt and signed it. God his arms were around my waist for so long fucjfigja I’m dead. I love him so much like you don’t understand. I love him I love him I love him I love him. My friend also loves bob a lot but she was like cowering behind me. I asked him if he could take a picture with my friend and she was like “no no no no”. I had to ask him again and he said “of course!” He was so gentle and sweet and took his time with us even though there was this crowd of people. I felt so calm around him. I told him he was great today and he said “thank you so much. Hope you enjoyed the show.” Then we went around to bondy and I was waiting for a while. He knew I was there and kept looking at me but the other girls kept going up to him. I’m so passive omg lol. Anyways he turned towards me and I told him how they’ve helped me out in so many weird ways. And he was like “oh well I’m glad we did something” and kind of laughed and said he’s glad. Then we got a picture and god his hand was on me for so long. I didn’t have a sharpie on me (I asked a girl for bobs but she left). Bondy was like now we just need to find a pen and I was like um I don’t have one but I mean that’s okay if no one has one. I mean I was fine. I was dumb and didn’t bring one but No he turned around and started asking for a sharpie and oh my god I think I died a little on the inside. This girl handed me one and he signed my shirt. I shook his hand said thanks and I hope they have a good rest of the tour. I was a mess. He looked at me right in the eyes and said thank you. He’s so intense and smooth and cool ahhh. After that he had to leave but bob stayed for so long. Eventually everyone started calling him but he took his time and still took pictures with people. I have a video of me yelling “bob you’re an angel!” and he looked so confused. It was hilarious. So yeah that fucking happened.

anonymous asked:

Honestly you seem like a very sweet person so I hope you can help me cope with my EDF (extremely depressive fictophilia) of Anakin/Vader. Everytime I think of him, I feel so bad that he doesn't care for himself, hasn't felt love in so long, has been treated so horribly by everyone... It doesn't help that I'm hopelessly in love with this guy. Ever since Conversations came out, I've been depressed because of Anakin feels alone. Help me Kae, you're my only hope.

I’m so very sorry about how long this took. It was the end of the semester, crazy with finals and getting things sorted for graduation.

This is set in my “Vader lives” AU that I started with the three sentence fics. Basically, ROTJ plays out like canon, except Luke gets his father to the Alliance in time to save his life.

Palpatine had been dead for two years. Two years today, in fact, Luke remembered shortly after he had woken up and saw the date on his bedroom’s chrono. Two years since the confrontation on the second Death Star, since the Emperor’s lightning had licked across his body and left pale scars that were visible even now, since he had dragged his redeemed father to the Alliance and demanded that they save his life. Two years since the declaration of the New Republic and his father’s second rebirth, this time as informant and military advisor to Chancellor Mothma. That had taken some convincing, and there were still many people unhappy about it, but Mothma had remembered Anakin, and it had allowed for a peace agreement to be struck with the Imperial remnant. He was too valuable to destroy, especially when Luke had thrown his fate in with his father’s. Anakin hadn’t exactly been pleased about that, but Luke knew that gamble had gone a long way towards saving his father’s life. No one was willing to kill or imprison or exile the Hero of Yavin and the last Jedi just to get rid of Vader.

Luke slipped out of his room and walked across the small apartment he shared with his father, heading for the kitchen. They could have easily afforded something larger, even considering that Anakin had donated a significant portion of his fortune to helping the New Republic get set up, as yet another sign of his goodwill. But neither Anakin nor Luke was used to extravagance, and their apartment was cozy and nice, and it meant they were constantly within seconds of each other. Just in case.

Anakin was already in the kitchen, making breakfast, standing with his back to Luke as he attended whatever was on the stove. He was always awake earlier than Luke, no matter when Luke got up, and he supposed Anakin still hadn’t gotten used to sleeping a normal amount of hours in a night. And they both still had nightmares, though the intensity and frequency seemed to be decreasing, if gradually.

“Good morning, Father,” Luke said, as he walked in. There was a mug of hot chocolate sitting in front of his place at the table, wisps of steam rising from it, and Luke grinned. He walked past it though, and ducked under his father’s arm, giving him a quick hug.

Anakin pulled him closer. “Good morning, Luke.” His voice was still quiet and raspy, the medics hadn’t been able to do anything about the damaged vocal cords, but between getting him proper medical care and Luke’s limited knowledge of Force healing, they’d been able to fix his lungs so he no longer needed to depend on life support. Luke knew that was a huge relief for his father, who was finally free of the mask and suit that Palpatine had put him in 23 years before. And Luke was glad to be able to actually see his father’s face. The scarring hadn’t healed much; there wasn’t a lot the medics had been able to do, but Luke didn’t care. The brief moment of horror he had felt when he first saw Anakin’s face had been at the thought of the pain the injuries must have caused, not at the sight of him. His acceptance of his father’s appearance helped Anakin be less self-conscious about it.

“One of these days, you will have to let me do the cooking, Father,” Luke said, knowing full well that even if his father agreed now, he would never actually let him.

“Maybe tomorrow,” his father said. Luke nudged him with his elbow and slipped out from under his arm. He walked back to the table and picked up his mug. It was still pleasantly warm, and he took a tentative sip. It didn’t scald his tongue, but it wasn’t too cold either. Perfect.

His father turned the stove off and carried their breakfast plates over to the table. They ate in comfortable silence, and once they had finished, Luke’s hand drifted down to his pocket.

“I, um, have something for you,” he said, not quite looking at his father. He pulled the two tickets out of his pocket and held them below the table. “I thought, it’s been two years, and we could use a break from the whole rebuilding-the-Galaxy thing and celebrate. I don’t know your birthday, but today’s as good a day as any, right?” Now he looked up to see his father staring at him curiously. Luke took a breath and held the tickets up, speaking quickly. “They’re running an annual race to commemorate the birth of the New Republic and fall of the Empire, and I thought you might enjoy going… with… me… What?”

Anakin was biting his lip, trying not to laugh, but his blue eyes were sparkling with embarrassed amusement. He raised his own gloved hand, holding two identical tickets. Luke groaned and dropped his head to the table just as his father lost control and started laughing.

Okay, so I can’t write pure fluff. A bit of angst always worms its way in, but I tried to make it cute and happy for you.

Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Eleven)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Eleven)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 4480
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Author’s Note: After a short break, this is back! Thanks for sticking with me, I’ve really missed this :D

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anonymous asked:

sappy prompts, tsukkiyama and 13!!

Oh boy I am drowning in tsukkiyama right now this is great. Thanks for the request!

Tsukkiyama - “The way I feel when I’m with you…” (based on this prompt list)

Tsukishima could not stop his damn hands from shaking. It was stupid, the way his body did not listen to his brain. He should be able to control the movement of his hands just like he did his feet; if he could take slow and even steps over to Yamaguchi why couldn’t he keep the case held in his hands steady as well?
Giving Yamaguchi a mix cd had never been difficult before. He had done it plenty of times, more frequently when they first became friends and he realized just how terrible the other boy’s taste in music was, but never stopping entirely. By now Yamaguchi must have a shelf’s worth of jeweled cases all lined up full of Tsukishima’s attempts to show him that music could actually be good. What was different about this one, he knew, was the way he had picked the songs to put on it.

It was themed, like many of his other mixes. Shower Songs, Running Songs, The Wind in the Morning, Fuck Fukurodani - the inspiration behind each of these mixes was clear. The one he held with trembling fingers, though, was nothing like those.

“Yamaguchi,” he said, walking up beside him. He held out the cd case, internally screaming at his hands to stay still for just one minute, please. “Here.”

Yamaguchi reached out and took it from him, his fingers brushing Tsukishima’s in a way that did not seem to affect him but sent a shiver running down Tsukishima’s spine. With his hands now empty, he was able to shove them into the pockets of his sweatshirt before their shaking was noticed.

“What’s this?” Yamaguchi asked, turning the case over.

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scarysimon  asked:

hello!! not sure if you're still taking prompts for the list but. jimon + 41. “What are you doing in my house?”

41. “What are you doing in my house?”

Jace wasn’t supposed to be here. He knew it and yet he was standing in front of Lewis’ house. He was trying to make up some words because he had no clue what to tell Simon. He was always good with talking but right now he was clueless. Moreover, it was possible that Simon won’t talk to him. He was pissed and he had every right to be so. Jace fucked up, badly, he knew that but it wasn’t enough. How could it be? Acknowledging his mistake was one thing, proper apologies was another. He wasn’t a coward, after all, so he took a deep breath and then he rang the bell. Hours passed before someone opened the door but it wasn’t Simon, it was his mom.

“Good evening, Mrs. Lewis. Uh, is Simon home?” he asked. Jace hoped he was. He wouldn’t forgive himself if something happened to him.

“Yes, he is in his room. I’m glad you’re here, Jace. He doesn’t look good and I’m worried about him.” Elaine told him, looking seriously worried. He wanted to cry right now because it was all his fault. This worried look in her eyes was because he was selfish. Jace didn’t want to see this ever again. And because he didn’t want to worry her even more, he just smiled.

“I will talk to him,” he said simply and when he entered the house, he went upstairs, where Simon’s room was. He could go there with closed eyes and no runes on his body. He would always find him. Always.

He didn’t know if he should knock or not. He decided against it because he couldn’t wait longer. He wanted to wrap his arms around Simon, comfort him and kiss him, and… But what if he won’t let him? What if he ruined everything that was between them? He knew that he wouldn’t be able to live without him.

When he entered the room, Simon was already waiting for him, sitting on the bed. He must have heard his conversation with Elaine downstairs.

“What are you doing in my house?” he asked, eyes full of anger. But Jace could see that it wasn’t just the anger, there was something else in them. He had no other choice than to hold on to that thought because he couldn’t hold on anything else but hope.

“Sunshine…” he started, his voice soft.

“Don’t call me that!”

“But you’re my sunshine. My only sunshine.”

Jace saw tears in his boyfriend’s eyes. Of course. He was crying this whole time while Jace was feeling sorry for himself. He was so, so stupid. He was… no, now it wasn’t about him and his self-doubt. Now it was about Simon, about them. Jace stepped closer to him.


Maybe he shouldn’t take another step. Maybe he should walk out of this house and leave Simon alone but he couldn’t. How could he? Simon was his everything.

“Jace, please.”

But in the next second Jace was holding his boyfriend in his strong arms, ignoring his words. And then Simon hid his face against Jace’s shoulder and started to cry. They were hugging as tight as it was possible.

“I thought I lost you,” Simon said, breaking Jace’s heart. “I thought… Why do you always need to be a hero? I don’t want you to be a hero. I want you to be with me.

“I’m so sorry, sunshine, so sorry.” was all that he could say at this moment. He tugged Simon even closer and then fell with him on the bed, still holding him tight. He was breathing his scent and acknowledging his presence.

“Is it bad that I don’t want to give you to the Angels?” his boyfriend whispered, his face buried in Jace’s neck.

“No, because I don’t want to go anywhere without you, my angel.”

silverheartlugia2000  asked:

Hmm well I've got another brogane idea if you're interested? Back in the first episode they never told us what happened when Shiro woke up at Keith's but I can imagine after being strapped to a table as soon as he gets back home then seeing a familiar face he can finally let himself cry and acknowledge he's free again :3

This was a great prompt!  I hope you don’t mind I did Keith’s POV instead of Shiro’s.  <3

Keith hovered beside the couch while the others poked through his kitchen.  The big one, Hunk, seemed vaguely familiar and was currently criticizing his cabinets full of non-perishables.  Lance seemed bitter about something, making veiled negative comments about everything in the little house.  Pidge was at the edge of the kitchen, mostly quiet and glancing frequently over at Shiro, too.

Keith thought probably his feelings should be hurt, but he couldn’t focus on the others.  Shiro was right there, alive and breathing and Keith couldn’t think about anything else.  He’d thought he’d never see Shiro again when the Kerberos mission went wrong.  He hadn’t believed it was Shiro’s fault, because Shiro was too good a pilot for that, but he’d thought that either way, that was it.

Shiro looked different, and when they’d first gotten him on the couch, Keith hadn’t been able to resist running his fingers over the new scar on his nose.  The white hair was disconcerting, though not as much as the missing hand, and the longer Shiro stayed unconscious, the more Keith worried about all of it.

When Shiro started stirring, still asleep, Pidge drifted closer, but Hunk pulled her and Lance outside to check the perimeter, like he knew Keith wanted time with Shiro.  It was a relief, and Keith made a note to himself to remember it.

Keith realized he was fidgeting and probably looked nervous.  He moved to sit on the table next to Shiro and after a moment reached out to grab Shiro’s hand, to give his own hands something to do.

Shiro came to with a gasp, bolting upright.  He pulled his hand out of Keith’s, twisting to look at the room around him with wide eyes.  With his back pressed up against the back of the couch and his knees drawn up in front of him, he looked terrified, and a spike of pain ran through Keith’s chest.  Shiro was never scared like that.

Keith needed to say something, but he wasn’t sure what.  "Shiro?“

Shiro’s eyes narrowed as he focused on Keith’s face, looking confused.  "Keith?”

“Yeah, Shiro, it’s me.  I - we’re - what happened to you?”

Shiro shuddered, but seemed to have relaxed a little, putting one leg back down on the ground.  He shook his head.  "Where are we?“

That wasn’t an answer, but that was ok.  Keith told himself it was ok.  Shiro was here and the rest could wait.  Couldn’t it?  "We’re safe,” he said first, “We’re in a cabin in the desert, a little ways away from the Garrison.”

“Away from the Garrison?”

“They lied about you.  They lied, and I knew it, and I couldn’t-”

Shiro nodded, but Keith wasn’t sure he really understood.

“They wouldn’t come for us,” Shiro said, “They wouldn’t look.  We were alone.”

Keith felt a shiver running down his spine.  "Yeah.“  He’d hated that.  He’d hated knowing Shiro was out there and no one was looking, and he’d hated that his own small telescope was useless and couldn’t even see that far, but something in Shiro’s voice said that was just the tip of the iceberg.

"What happened to you?” he asked, reaching out to touch the shock of white hair over Shiro’s forehead.

Shiro shook his head.  "I can’t.  I’m - I can’t.“

Moving on instinct, Keith reached out toward Shiro, who grabbed back at him.

Shiro buried his face in Keith’s chest, his arms coming up around Keith’s back.  Keith stood up, letting Shiro pull him closer.  He wasn’t sure what to do with himself, but tentatively laid a hand on the back of Shiro’s head

"I’m just glad you’re home,” he said quietly.

Shiro started crying, a soft sob leaking out before he could stifle it, and Keith pulled him closer, leaning over to wrap Shiro in as much of a hug as he could.

“I just wanted you to be ok,” Keith said, starting to choke up himself.  Shiro didn’t cry like this.  Not like this.  Whatever had happened to him must have been awful.  "I’m just glad you’re ok.“  He needed Shiro to agree, to tell him he was alright, but he didn’t.  He just clung tighter to him and cried more softly.

Keith hunched over Shiro’s head, trying to keep his breathing steady and his eyes dry before he cried into Shiro’s hair.  He tried to think about the fact that Shiro was here and ok and not about the white hair or the scar or the fact that one of the hands holding onto his back wasn’t human anymore.  He tried to keep himself under control as Shiro got on top of his feelings.  He tried not to let his emotions take over, because there was still so much they didn’t know, and there was still so much to be afraid of.

When the others burst back in, Keith and Shiro sprang apart, and each of them only had to wipe their eyes once.  Keith figured that was good enough.  The others didn’t say anything, and they leapt into trying to make plans.  If Keith sat a little too close to Shiro on the couch or Shiro hovered a little too close to him once they were up and moving again, nobody said anything about that, either.

The perfect timing (Part IV)

This is based on a prompt I got:
Soulmate AU: In which you turn 18 and see everything through your soulmate’s eyes when you’re not sleeping anymore but are not fully awake yet.

Part I , Part II , Part III

‘Why did I see less than a minute of my soulmate’s room?’

‘Reasons for only seeing blurry through your soulmate’s eyes’

'Usual amount of time seeing your soulmate’s room’

Sana has been sitting on her bed, googling these types of question the whole afternoon.

She didn’t want to care. She tried to ignore the thoughts regarding her soulmate since her birthday. It’s been a week now.

It didn’t work. Obviously.

She’s interested, though. Why would she only see so little and then only blurry things?

The average amount of time for people to see through their soulmates eyes is two and a half minutes. Still, there can be exceptions. Some people have been reporting to have seen what their soulmate saw for more than three minutes.

Sana frowns. They’re talking about two and a half minutes. Or even more. Her stomach drops and she hopes to find something else, an answer to satisfy her.

Simple answer for seeing things blurry in that phase is that you were simply too tired.

Sana shakes her head. That’s not right. None of her friends or family told her about seeing things blurry. Not even random people at school. Yes, in the beginning but not throughout the whole thing. 

The common held belief that the blurriness is caused by your soulmate falling back asleep, has been proven wrong.

Sana furrows her eyebrows at this article. People really do research about this? Well, if they didn’t Sana couldn’t be reading about it now.

Is there something wrong with her? Why does it seem like there is no answer to her question.

Right when Sana is about to give up to find a satisfying answer, because she needs to leave the house soon, her eye catches something promising.

Before clicking on it all she can read is: This is how my soulmate made me hate him before I even met him!

Sana doesn’t hate her soulmate, whoever that is. But she’s frustrated about how things happened and if she needs to blame someone other than herself… they would be on the receiving end.

So she clicks on the post.

As the title says, my soulmate made me hate him before I even met him! Why? Because that dumbass, who's now my husband and whom I love very much, knew that I was his soulmate because he had seen my room on his birthday weeks before mine. He woke up early and just sat on his bed, hoping I'd wake up and see his room. See that he's my soulmate. He knew I would recognize that room immediately. We've been friends forever. 
He was the reason why I only saw his room for less than a minute and he was the reason why anything I saw was blurry. 
Well, speaking to many people about this, including some experts I may have contacted before I knew why my experience on my 18th birthday was so different from my friends’ and family’s, I'm pretty sure about my answer.

When your soulmate suspects you of being their soulmate and they think about you while you're in that hazy phase, then it’s very likely for you to have a blurry vision and for that to last less than a minute.

Sana leans back, resting her head on the wall. She stares at the ceiling and thinks about it. Has this been fact checked or did someone just make this up? 
It’s scary to her, though. Everything this guy has explained fits perfectly to what Sana has experienced.

She doesn’t have time to think about it too much because she gets a text from Chris saying they’re outside, waiting for her.

Somehow, none of her friends wanted to go to a big party on this year’s New Year’s Eve. Instead they choose to go to Noora’s flat and watch movies and eat their way into the New Year.

That was fine by Sana; she didn’t feel like doing much else anyway.

Grabbing her bag and checking if she has her keys and phone she leaves her room.

Even though Chris, Vilde and Eva are all together in the Van outside of Sana’s house those three are texting in the group chat.

Reading those while walking is not the best idea, not when the other person in the hallway is doing something similar.

Sana crashes into someone. Since her brother’s friends are here once again, there are a few possibilities of who it is but looking up from her phone, mumbling a sorry, Sana sees Yousef standing in front of her.

She’s surprised. She hasn’t seen him in a week. Since her birthday. The other guys were here as per usual but Yousef wasn’t. Well, that’s what Sana thought until her mother had asked Elias at the breakfast table why Yousef left so much earlier than the rest of the guys the day before.

He wasn’t there when Sana left the house and he wasn’t there when Sana came back.

She’s not that self-centred that she thinks it’s because of her. But he also didn’t text her in the past week. Not once. He did not even answer to a stupid meme Sana sent him, thinking he’d enjoy it.

So seeing him now, after a week, feels like seeing him the first time in ages.

“I.. sorry. Didn’t know you were home.”, Yousef says, taking a step back.

He smiles at Sana weakly, not convincingly. His eyes wander over Sana’s face and she smiles just as not convincingly as him.

She can’t bite her tongue and quietly mumbles: “You wouldn’t be here if you knew.”

Well, Yousef still hears it and she’s glad that he did. He alternates between looking at her for a few seconds and then not being able to look her in the eyes for the next seconds.

Sana sighs. What did she do wrong?

Awkwardly standing there is not what her plans were for today, not even if it’s with Yousef. Looking down on her phone and seeing the girls text her non-stop to come downstairs she sighs and looks right at Yousef.

He’s been looking at Sana with a look that she can’t interpret.

“Look, Yousef.”, she says which makes him look at her with wide eyes. “I made my life a lot harder by not talking about things straight out so whatever I did that makes you so distant or if you just don’t want to talk to me anymore, you need tell me and not avoid me.”

She walks past him and closes her eyes for a moment. Talking about problems helps solve those, she learned that the hard way but she’s really not going to suffer more than this one week because they didn’t talk to each other. Still, she can barely breathe while putting on her shoes.

She likes Yousef, a lot. She thought he might like him too. But now he didn’t talk to her for a week and apparently he avoided seeing her at all costs. She doesn’t dare to check if he’s still standing there or if he’s already gone when she opens the front door.


“You know what I need?”, Sana asks over the phone, a day later.

She’s sitting in the kitchen, eating some of the dessert her mom had made the previous day and talking to Chris over the phone.

“What? Tell me!”, Chris answers.

Sana takes another forkful of the chocolaty heaven in front of her and starts talking. She gestures with the fork while doing that.

“I need for people to speak up. If they have a problem with someone, just go talk to them. It’s not that hard. I learned to do that. It’s a whole lot better than ignoring people and avoiding them. Tell them how it is and it’s done.”

Sana can’t stop talking once she starts. Chris left the movie marathon early last night because her family went to a cabin. Otherwise they would have talked in person.

Now she doesn’t even get to hear Chris’ answer because she has to hang up when as usual five boys storm into the kitchen after each other. Are they ever alone? And didn’t they sleep over at Yousef’s? Elias had texted Sana yesterday evening to tell her that after Sana left the boys decided to go to Yousef’s for a change and that they all would sleep over there. Just so Sana doesn’t worry about Elias’ whereabouts.
If they would end up in the Bakkoush house the next noon why would they even bother taking all their stuff to Yousef’s?

Not that those boys make any sense, anyway.

“Sana!”, Elias says very enthusiastically.

Sana raises her eyebrows in a questioning manner. Why is he so overly happy?

“Elias!”, she answers in the same tone. 
Mikael looks between the siblings and decides to say something.

“Okay, sorry to interrupt but..”, his eyes are drawn to the chocolate cake in front of Sana, “… that looks way too good. Can I have some?”

Sana nods: “Sure, help yourself.”

Usually it would be anyone but him that would ask that question.

Sana lets her eyes wander over the boys standing in her kitchen. 
Elias and Mutta are just smiling a lot at Sana, actually grinning, and swaying back and forth on their feet.

She narrows her eyes at them. What’s up?

Then she sees Adam who stands at the window and has his lips pressed together. He keeps looking at Sana, to the kitchen door and back at her.

She follows his gaze and of course Yousef is standing at the door. She catches him looking at her. With a smile. Not a forced one. The complete opposite of the day before.

Sana feels herself get happier instantly but she forces herself to stay controlled, to not quickly fall back to how things were before her birthday. She still had to talk to Yousef or rather let him explain.

When she doesn’t smile back, Yousef’s smile falters but a small smile still plays on his lips.

This is very weird. None of them talk, all of them look at Sana. Mikael is stuffing his face with the cake but doesn’t even look like he’s enjoying it too much.

“What’s up with you all today?”

“Nothing!”, Adam is the first one to blurt out. After that he presses his lips together again. His eyes going to Yousef and grinning at him.

“How are you?”, Mikael asks her with his mouth full. Mikael talking with his mouth full is probably the weirdest thing about all of this. He’s the one to scold Mutta anytime he eats too loudly or speaks with food in his mouth.

“Good.”, Sana answers sceptically, narrowing her eyes. “Are you sure you all are okay?”

Elias is the one to answer his little sister, walking over to her and standing behind her chair. He leans down and hugs her closely and answers when he lets her go.

“We’re great. Really. Amazing. And you?”

“Like I said.. good but why are you..”, she stops talking when they all hear a loud noise.

It’s coming from Adam and everyone turns to him. “Dropped my phone.”, he says sheepishly and leans down to pick it up.

It’s only then that Sana notices something.

Adam’s wearing a dark blue shirt. A dark blue shirt with dark grey and white splatters over one side.

Sana’s eyes widen and she blinks a few times to make sure she sees it correctly.

It’s the same shirt as the one that was draped over a chair in her soulmate’s room. It’s similar, at least. Very similar.

Sana suddenly finds it hard to breathe. Her chest rises and falls way too quickly. Her heart aches.

Is it really the same shirt? It’s awfully similar. And it’s definitely not a shirt she has seen on anyone else so far and men’s fashion is very limited.

When Adam stands back up and sees Sana staring at him, rather at his side, with her eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown on her face, he gets worried.

Did they say something to upset her?

Sana notices him looking back at her and now finally looks at him, not just at his shirt.

“Adam, your shirt… it’s nice.”

He looks down on himself and looks back up with smile. He looks at his friends standing somewhere in the room with a knowing look before he answers Sana.

“Yeah, that happened when we painted the walls but it looks good and I somehow ended up wearing it today.”

When they painted the walls.

One dark grey wall and three white walls.

This doesn’t make sense to Sana. She always thought that Adam and Mikael… that Yousef and her maybe…

She gulps and just slowly nods, forcing herself to smile a little.

Suddenly she feels like she’s being suffocated. She lowers her gaze to the table and closes her eyes for a second. 
Then she just stands up and has to leave. She likes Adam but only as a friend. A good friend, but a friend. In her hurry to get out of the room she doesn’t look at any of the boys.

She doesn’t look at Yousef while passing him to get out of the kitchen.