i'm just gonna sleep and hope that when i wake up everything will be better

Tree Bros Oneshot

Word count: 1683
Connor and Evan are hanging out with weed and beer and Evan is a lightweight and a very talkative drunk. (Gay)
TW: smoking, weed, alcohol, mentions of depression, anxiety

“I want to get high. Or drunk. Or both” Evan stated bluntly. Him and his friend, Connor were sitting in Connor’s bed, watching tv.


“You know how life fucking sucks? Like really fucking sucks with school and anxiety and depression and all that, well it’s being shittier than usual right now and you use weed or alcohol to take the edge off when life is being a bitch, and life is being a bitch so I want something to repress it for a couple hours. It’s ok if you don’t want to give me anything because they’re yours and not mine but I was just wondering and you know what, you don’t have to give me anything, it’s fine I’ll live without it. Sorry for even asking.”

“No dude it’s fine. I got you.” He said as he got up from his spot on his bed. He crossed the room to his closet and shuffled through some clothes and boxes until he found what he needed. He pulled a joint, a black lighter, and two bottles of beer. He lit the joint and handed it to Evan along with one of the beers. “Here you go.”

“Thanks.” Evan grabbed it gingerly and brought it to his mouth. He breathed in and started coughing immediately.

“That’s normal, you’ll cough for the first couple hits. Then you’ll hopefully get used to it. ”

“Ok.” Silence. “I feel edgy like I’m doing bad things without my mom’s knowledge. Do you always feel like a rebel ‘cause this is cool. We should go rob a bank or steal an old lady’s purse. Something like that!” Evan exclaimed.

“I think someone’s getting too edgy, do I need to take that away from you?”

“No, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize you didn’t do anything wrong.”


“You didn’t do anything, if fine!”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! I’m 147% sure. Now can you pass the joint?” Evan handed over silently. The two boys sat and drank and smoked and just talked and laughed until everything was gone. Evan was wasted after the one beer and half a joint because he is such lightweight, while Connor was barely tipsy. Evan was giggling in Connor’s bed over how funny the wall looked. 'Damn he looks cute,’ Connor thought.

“Hey Ev, I’m going to the bathroom I’ll be right back. Don’t leave this room, ok?” Evan, who was now laughing uncontrollably, managed to say an ok through his hysteria.

Connor was only gone for two minutes, at the most, but when he came back Evan was sitting on the bed, a different person, as he was yelling at the taller boy.

“AH! Who are you? Get out of my room!” He pointed

“Ev, I’m Connor, and this is my room.” He said slowly crossing over to Evan, trying to assure him that he was ok, but also getting kind of annoyed because this could potentially be a big problem.

“This isn’t your room you’re a liar!”

“What the fuck Evan, it’s Connor. I was gone for two minutes how’d you forget?” Connor was now standing at the edge of the bed next to Evan, who was sitting as far back from Connor as he could.

“You’re not Connor you imposter! But woah. You sorta look like him.” Evan crawled up to the edge of the bed and cradled his hands around the other boy’s face, feeling the features.

“What are you doing?”

“Touching you.”


“Because you look like my friend Connor.”

“Oh do I now?” Connor asked, now playing along with Evan’s drunken state.

“Ya, but you’re not as cute as him.”

Connor blushed, “he’s not that cute.”

“Oh but he is! His hair is long and beautiful and so soft, I could run my hands through it all day. And when he has it up in a bun it’s gorgeous and it makes his face look even better, and his face, oh his face. He doesn’t smile much, but when he does, there crinkles around his mouth that make his smile ten million times more beautiful. He also has the most amazing eyes. The most beautiful things in the world. I could stare into them for hours but I can’t because he’ll think I’m weird. But they’re a pale blue, kinda like the color of faded jeans or the sky, and the right one has a spot of brown in the corner. I don’t think he likes it because whenever it’s brought up he gets a little mad, like he never wanted because it makes him the 'kid with the weird eye’, but I think it makes him different and unique and beautiful.”

“What else do you like about him?” Conner egged Evan’s drunken rambling on to see what else he’d say about him.

“Connor Murphy is nice, and he’s getting better and further away from mean secluded Connor, but nobody cares to see that in him, but they still think of him as old Connor and that makes me mad. I just want Connor to be happy because of all the shit he’s been through, he deserves it. And Connor is also really funny too! His jokes make me laughs hard, that one time milk shot out of my nose. It really hurt, but it was a really good joke. I think it was about Jared. He’s so amazing and he deserves all the love in the world and I love him so much, since the day I met him I felt something for him, but he’ll never reciprocate my affections because he’s probably straight, and even if he liked boys there are better ones than me, so it’s pointless but I can’t let go of it. Just don’t tell him that I said all this because he might get mad and not want to hang out with me anymore or be my best friend and I don’t want that so I’m just going to keep quiet.”

Connor was flabbergasted. Evan, his crush since forever, his unrequited love, just drunkenly admitted his feelings about him. Connor was blushing so hard, he probably looked like a tomato. “You really do like him huh?”

“More than anything.”

Connor blushed harder than ever, and was probably brighter than a tomato. “Wow. I think he likes you too.”

“Really! You think?! No way, you’re lying.”

“He told me.”

“Holy shit.” Evan’s face glowing with his beautiful, radiant, signature Evan Hansen smile. He couldn’t believe it. “Hey, I’m tired, I’m gonna go to bed.” Evan laid down on the bed and instantly feel asleep.

“Holy fuck.” Connor muttered to himself. Evan talks a lot while drunk, but damn, he just admitted his love for Connor freaking Murphy of all people. He looked over at the boy in his bed, his eyes closed and he looked peaceful and adorable. He just wanted to hold him and protect him. Connor put a blanket over Evan’s body and crawled into the spot next to him, but leaving space between them, and fell asleep, smiling.

The next morning, Evan awoke with a pounding headache, reeking of weed, and no recollection of anything after he started drinking and smoking. It took him a minute to realize where he was, in Connor’s room, in Connor’s bed, with his arms around Connor. Shit. Did they sleep together? No, they both still had on their clothes. But Evan was holding a sleeping Connor in his arms. What is he suppose to do, take his arms away, and wake up Connor and have to explain that he had his arms around Connor, or does he stay and have to explain why he was holding the other. Evan decided that he’d do neither and pretend to fall back asleep and deal with it later. He was a minute deep into his plan when he sneezed and woke up the boy in his arms.

“Sorry,” Evan squeaked, unwrapping his arms from the other.

“About what, I just woke up.”

“For waking you and having my arms around you I didn’t even know I did it I woke up like that a-”



“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?”



“110% sure.”

“Thank you, also, sorry to ask, what happened last night, I don’t remember anything.”

“Don’t apologize, but you don’t remember anything?”

“Nothing, the last thing I remember is taking a hit.”


“Yes! Did I do something terrible? Please tell me! From what it looks like I did something bad, please tell me I didn’t do anything bad. ”

“No, you just talked a lot.”

“Oh god, sorry if I said anything embarrassing.”

“No, you just went on and on about how beautiful I was.”

“Did I? That’s embarrassing! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I don’t like like you in a gay way because you’re not my type or anything but I’m not saying that I don’t like you, I like you but not that way.”

Connor was kind of hurt that Evan was denying everything he said. “You said you loved me last night.“

Evan started to panic, but tried his best to not show it. He couldn’t believe he did that. Evan decided he’d never get wasted again. “I didn’t mean it I swear I didn’t I was just out of it. Please don’t hate me.”

“You seemed pretty sure last night. Talking about how beautiful my eyes were and how much you loved my personality while you were holding my face. To me it seemed pretty legit.” Connor tried to see if Evan was was truthful in his drunken moments or not, hoping that Evan really did love him.

"Fuck. I’m sorry. I do really like you a lot and I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable or anything. I understand if you hate me now and want me to leave I should go r-” Connor smashed their lips together. Evan was so shocked, he forgot to kiss back.

“I love you too Ev.” Connor said after they parted.

Evan was a blushing mess, “Can we do that again?” Connor nodded and connected them again.

Ed Sheeran sentence starters
  • "I saw a shooting star and thought of you."
  • "You were lying next to me, I looked across and fell in love."
  • "If you wanna put this on me, that’s fine, I never blamed you for anything at all."
  • "The world looks better through your eyes."
  • "It's only been one night of love and maybe that is not enough."
  • "If I fall for you, would you fall too?"
  • "It's not a homeless life for me, it's just I'm home less than I'd like to be."
  • "I haven't slept for the past week, two hours ain't enough for me."
  • "I'm drunk off last nights whisky and coke."
  • "You can stay with me forever or you could stay with me for now."
  • "Outside the day is up and calling, but I don't have to be so, please go back to sleep."
  • "Never been better since all the therapy."
  • "And you know, if I let you go, I'll still keep you safe."
  • "You are the one I fall asleep with but never wake up to."
  • "The worst things in life come free to us."
  • "I wanna be drunk when I wake up on the right side of the wrong bed."
  • "What didn't kill me, it never made me stronger at all."
  • "I know I'll never hold you like I used to."
  • "I'll be drunk again to feel a little love."
  • "I know you'll never love me like you used to."
  • "I found your hair band on my bedroom floor, the only evidence that you've been here before."
  • "I don't drink like everybody else, I do it to forget things about myself."
  • "There's no chance that we'll work it out."
  • "I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied."
  • "Everybody said we'd be together forever."
  • "Everything's great and everything's sure, but you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus."
  • "Pain is only relevant if it still hurts."
  • "If I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now."
  • "I should ink my skin with your name."
  • "I should run you a hot bath and fill it up with bubbles."
  • "You should never cut your hair 'cause I love the way you flick it off your shoulder."
  • "You will never know just how beautiful you are to me."
  • "Maybe you're hoping for a fairy tale, too."
  • "This is the start of something beautiful."
  • "And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm."
  • "I'm out of touch, I'm out of love."
  • "I think I love you better now."
  • "Playing a different show every night in front of a new crowd."
  • "Let me sing and do my thing and move to greener pastures."
  • "You need me, man, I don’t need you."
  • "Never be anything but a singer-songwriter, yeah."
  • "People think that I’m bound to blow up."
  • "I haven’t got a house, plus I live on a couch."
  • "They say I’m up and coming like I'm fucking in an elevator."
  • "Settle down with me, and I'll be your safety, you'll be my lady."
  • "I'm falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet."
  • "Give me love like her, 'cause lately I've been waking up alone."
  • "All I want is the taste that your lips allow."
  • "Give me love like never before, 'cause lately I've been craving more."
  • "It's been a while but I still feel the same... maybe I should let you go."
  • "Another love that's gone to waste."
  • "If I kissed you, will your mouth read this truth?"
  • "Darling, how I miss you."
  • "You made me scream, but then I made you cry."
  • "Maybe you should learn to love her like the way you wanna be loved."
  • "I never told her that I liked the way she dances slightly out of time and pretends she knows the words to a song she's never heard."
  • "You’re not her, though I try to see you differently."
  • "I will try to find another one who suited me as well as her."
  • "We never even tried, we never even talked, we never even thought in the long run."
  • "Whenever it was painful, whenever I was away, I’d miss you."
  • "I didn't mean to break your heart."
  • "Everybody falls apart sometimes."
  • "I know you've found another one, but won't you just hold me tonight."
  • "They don't know we don't speak anymore."
  • "I will stop trying to fall in love again... it never works out anyway."
  • "But I am not anything like I was."
  • "I don't wanna lose a lover and friend in one night if that's alright."
  • "I shouldn't have fucked with your mind and your life too many times."
  • "I never meant to sleep around, I was just lonely."
  • "When I see my future, it is with you."
  • "We're not friends, nor have we ever been."
  • "If they find out, will it all go wrong?"
  • "We're not friends, we could be anything."
  • "Friends don't treat me like you do."
  • "Tell me that you turned down the man who asked for your hand 'cause you're waiting for me."
  • "I know, you're gonna be away a while, but I've got no plans at all to leave."
  • "Just promise me, you'll never leave again."
  • "Just promise me, you'll always be a friend."
  • "Everything changes, but we'll be strangers if we see this through."
  • "I've been sat with you for most of the night, ignoring everybody here."
  • "Don't you worry if I disappear."
  • "I'm not really looking for another mistake."
  • "I was never looking for a friend."
  • "Maybe you could swing by my room around ten, baby, bring a lemon and a bottle of gin."
  • "Baby, if you wanted me then you should've just said."
  • "Maybe we'll go together and just figure it out."
  • "Trust and respect is what we do this for."
  • "You didn't need to take him to bed that's all."
  • "I never saw him as a threat until you disappeared with him to have sex of course."
  • "It's not like we were both on tour, we were staying on the same fucking hotel floor."
  • "I wasn't looking for a promise or commitment, but it was never just fun and I thought you were different."
  • "This is not the way you realize what you wanted."
  • "It's a bit too much, too late if I'm honest."
  • "Getting high as two kites when we needed to breathe."
  • "I'd disappear, you'd call me selfish, I understand but I can't help it."
  • "So we can either deal with the pain and wait to get on a plane."
  • "You should go, 'cause I ain't ever coming home."
  • "I've been livin' on the road, but then again you should know."
  • "You won't ever be alone... wait for me to come home."
  • "Loving can heal, loving can mend your soul."
  • "When I'm away, I will remember how you kissed me."
  • "How'd I get so faded?"
  • "I feel the chemicals burn in my bloodstream."
  • "I've been looking for a lover, thought I'd find her in a bottle."
  • "I'll be feeling this tomorrow."
  • "You look so wonderful in your dress, I love your hair like that."
  • "We are surrounded by all of these lies and people who talk too much."
  • "You got the kind of look in your eyes as if no one knows anything but us."
  • "All that you are is all that I'll ever need."
  • "Just don’t expect me back this evening."
  • "I love him from my skin to my bones but I don’t wanna live in his home."
  • "I was raised to keep quiet."
  • "I don't wanna hate you."
  • "I kind of knew you liked the dude from private school."
  • "I knew he had his eyes on you."
  • "He's not the right guy for you."
  • "Don't hate me 'cause I write the truth."
  • "I would never lie to you but it was never fine to lose you."
  • "I'm just disgusted with the skeletons you sleep with in your closet."
  • "Fact is you're mad at me because I backtrack so casually."
  • "You're practically my family, if we married then I'll guess you'd have to be."
  • "Tragically our love just lost the will to live, but would I kill to give it one more shot? I think not."
  • "I don't love you, baby, I don't need you... I don't want you anymore."
  • "I'm not cut out for life on the road 'cause I didn't know I'd miss you this much."
  • "I guess I'm not the man that you need."
  • "Ever since you went to uni, I've been sofa surfing with a rucksack full of less cash and I guess that could get bad."
  • "When I broke the industry, that's when I broke your heart."
  • "I was supposed to chart and celebrate, but good things are over fast."
  • "I tend to turn you off and switch on my professional features, then I turn the music off and all I'm left with is to pick up my personal pieces."
  • "Success is nothing if you have no one left to share it with."
  • "I know you have a day job, but mine is 24/7."
  • "I still love you and I need you by my side if I could."
  • "The irony is if my career and music didn't exist, in 6 years, you'd probably be my wife with a kid."
  • "I'll die from a thrill, go down in history as just a wasted talent."
  • "Eventually I'll be fine, I know that it was never meant to be."
  • "These things happen for a reason and you can't change shit."
  • "Take my apology, I'm sorry for the honesty, but I had to get this off my chest."
  • "I will be loving you 'til we're 70."
  • "People fall in love in mysterious ways."
  • "I fall in love with you every single day."
  • "For four years I never had a place to stay."
  • "At 16 years old, I moved out of my home."
  • "I tattooed the lyrics onto my arm."
  • "I'll hold ya and you'll think of him."
  • "I'll never trust you again, you can just be a friend."
  • "If we should die tonight, then we should all die together."
Black & White ★/ chapter one.

teen, 2789 words
also on ao3
summary: Jack Kelly’s an artist. And Davey Jacobs? Well. He’s art.
warnings: some internalized transphobia 
a/n: shoutout to @bisexualninej for so much help. i just. love these two and i couldn’t resist writing these trans boyfriends

Jack doesn’t like the idea of crushes. Mostly because he doesn’t understand them. Like, just because someone is beautiful and nice and kind, that means Jack has to suddenly be able to think of nothing else? What’s the point of that?

Jack can count on one hand the amount of crushes he’s had. He’s dated a lot of people, kissed even more, fucked less people than others would assume he has. But crushes? Honest to god liking someone? Not his thing. Jack Kelly isn’t about that life. And yes, he did just phrase it like that.

Which is why Jack is hesitant to call what he feels for David a crush. That? Would not make sense. They’ve literally talked twice and both times have been brief - small talk in every sense of the phrase. But… well? Jack definitely does feel something, something he doesn’t feel around others.

Not that any of that matters. Because even if it is a crush - which it’s not, okay? - it’s not like Jack is going to do anything about it. If Jack met David at a party, he probably would have pursued him, made out with him, and then that would be it. The end.

Instead, Jack has to see him every Thursday. Jack feels like this is some kind of cliche - having a crush (wait, no, not a crush!) on the model for his figure drawing class. Thankfully there hasn’t been any nudity. Jack has a feeling that’s coming and he has a feeling he’ll be sick that day.

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From the prompt “Person A always wears sunglasses so Person B has never seen their eyes. Finally, A takes off their glasses and B is so flustered and shocked that they just stare into A’s eyes for the rest of the day” by @otpprompts

They had already been working together for a couple weeks and Steve had never taken his sunglasses off once. Not once. Danny couldn’t figure out what that was about. Sure, it was Hawaii and the sun was always shining, and Danny understood the importance of always being protected. But they spent a really long time indoors; interviewing witnesses, at HQ, going over evidence and writing reports. He’d wear them even at night! It just didn’t make sense. There’s no way the glasses weren’t making it harder for Steve to see when they were indoors, but he still stubbornly kept them on. Of course Danny could’ve just asked why that was, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. To be honest, it had started driving Danny out of his mind. Not only because he was insanely curious about the reason, but because he just wanted to see the damned eyes. He had never realized it before, but it was weird never seeing someone’s eyes. It was like something was missing, like he couldn’t get the whole of Steve without seeing the color of his eyes, the shape. And god, he just needed it. He needed to see those eyes. But the stupid sunglasses were there. They were always there.

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RFA reacting to stressed out MC

MC’s been having a hard time. Maybe it’s work, maybe it’s school, maybe it’s personal troubles. Maybe all of it. When you come home weary and tired of pretty much the whole world once again, the RFA can’t help but notice.

I definitely did not write this to cheer myself up, no no, ok yes I did, I actually need this so much right now. Also, kind of mild spoilers because I used real names.


  • He feels so bad seeing you stressed out. He’s seriously affected by it, it’s making him worried and sad, and he’s pretty much suffering with you whenever you’re around him and not well.
  • You being stressed around him means he’s getting stressed.
  • So when you greet him with a tired voice while shuffling straight to the bedroom Yoosung can’t take it anymore.
  • He follows you to find you collapsed on the bed, face down and still wearing your street clothes. It’s not the first time you’ve done this. He knows that you don’t want to talk or even interact with anyone right now, but … he really wants to help you.
  • He flops down on the bed beside you, throwing an arm around your back and exhaling in a sigh as he relaxes in that position. He’d love to tell you to cheer up, that he feels awful seeing you like this, and that he loves you and more sweet words. But he stays quiet, just lying down on the bed cuddled up to you. He just wants you to know that he’s with you and that he’s there for you.
  • Eventually, you raise your head and give him a weak smile.
    •  “I wish I could just stay here like this forever.” You tell him. “I’m sorry for troubling you … I’m just so tired of it all.”
    • “Oh my god, MC, you don’t need to apologize! Please don’t apologize. Just stay here like this, okay? It’s alright. Here, let me take your jacket …”
  • Yoosung helps you to get out of your jacket. Also brings you your favorite comfy clothes, so you can change right there. While you do so, he disappears into the kitchen to prepare a cup of hot cocoa for you.
  • You stay right there in bed for the rest of the day. Yoosung brings you the cup of cocoa to drink, and some cookies he found in the cupboard, and your laptop. The plan is to watch your favorite movie together to take your mind off things. You instead end up watching cute and funny animal videos on Youtube while cuddling.
  • Yoosung is so relieved when you slowly relax and even chuckle at the videos a few times.


  • You’ve been unusually quiet and distant lately. You have told him that there is just a lot going on right now and he doesn’t have to worry … but Zen is not convinced.
  • He watches as you drag your feet on your way from the front door to the kitchen. You chug a glass of water then try to go straight to the bedroom. Again. Zen decides to intervene.
    • “MC, please talk to me. You’re not on your own, okay? Isn’t there anything I can do for you?”
    • “Zen … no it’s okay. Please don’t worry. I’m just tired. I’m sorry for being such a grouch these days …”
    • It hurts to see you like this and apologizing. Zen can’t take any more of this. He grabs your hands and gently forces you to face him. “Okay babe, listen to me. I can tell that something is bothering you. You don’t have to be sorry about it. Just please talk to me. You know that I’m here for you. I want you to rely on me when things are hard, okay? So tell me what’s going on.”
  • Knowing that Zen would not back off you sigh and decide to talk a bit. As you start to talk about all the things that have been weighing on your mind you realize that it feels kind of good to put your thoughts into words.
  • Zen reacts with nothing but understanding and encouragement to everything you say … which makes you continue to talk. And so you talk and talk while he listens to you, until you’re pretty much pouring out your entire heart to him.
  • He carefully leads you towards the living room while you talk. He makes you sit on the couch next to him, never letting go of your hands, and patiently listens until you have told him everything that’s on your mind.
  • When you become emotional after having talked so much and start shaking in front of him, he pulls you into a tight embrace. Kisses your head and strokes your back, encouraging you to just cry if you need to.
  • You end up falling asleep on him on the couch. You don’t seem to have got enough sleep lately, so Zen doesn’t wake you but carries you to bed and makes sure you’re comfortable.


  • Jaehee notices immediately that something is off with you. You are barely able to get up in the morning, you don’t talk at all before you had at least two cups of black coffee, and in the evening you’re barely doing anything other than taking a shower and going to bed.
  • Worried, she tries to cheer you up by preparing your favorite foods for dinner and proposing to watch your favorite musical DVD together … but you only eat a few bites, trying to smile at her and thanking her, before heading to bed once again.
  • Ok, something is really wrong. Now afraid that you’re maybe sick she tries to urge you to see a doctor because of your constant exhaustion.
    • “Jaehee, no, I’m alright … I’m sorry I’m worrying you. I’m really only tired. To be honest, I have so much going on and I feel like it’s all too much right now. But it’s gonna be okay, I know it, so don’t worry …”
    • “MC … is there anything I can do? Do you want to talk?”
  • When you shake your head, Jaehee seems helpless for a moment. But then she smiles and asks you to please come with her. She starts up her computer and shows you some links she has saved in her bookmarks.
    • “Oh, are those …”
    • “Possible destinations for our vacation.” She proclaims happily and looks at you with a hopeful expression. “We wanted to take two or three weeks off for this, right? Look at these … which ones do you like?”
  • So you start looking through pictures of the most beautiful and charming towns and sunny beaches, planning your vacation. Thinking of going on a vacation and getting far away from everything, only spending time with your girlfriend in peace, makes you feel considerable better. It’s as if your worries are slowly fading into the background while the two of you start getting excited about your possibilities.
  • You go to bed together later, for the first time in a seemingly very long time. When you wake up cuddled up to Jaehee the next morning you finally feel like this day isn’t going to be as harsh. You’re not alone in this, and there are good things to look forward to.


  • When Jumin realizes that you are having a hard time he is upset. He immediately tries to do anything he can to remove whatever is bothering you. He will not stop at anything if it is to make you happy again.
  • You are stressed out by work? If that company gives you trouble, they don’t deserve you and you should resign immediately. Jumin is going to get you a new job in no time, that is if you even want one
  • Exams coming up? Troubles at university? He is going to find people to help you study, tutor you.
  • Someone is giving you a headache? Let Jumin talk to that person, he will find a solution for your problem.
  • Any health problems? Jumin only needs to get his phone and …
    • “Jumin, please, it’s nothing you can … just solve.”
    • “I can and will solve any and all of your problems. I can’t stand to see you like this any longer.”
  • You have to explain to him exactly why you have been so out of it lately. He would not stop trying to find solutions for made up problems otherwise, trying desperately to make you cheer up. It’s kind of endearing … in a way. But you almost end up even more exhausted.
    • “Jumin … I’m just tired. I don’t need anything. Just … let me rest for a bit, okay?”
  • Finally he understands. Just hugs you and apologizes for having bothered you. He tells you once again how much you mean to him and how amazing he knows you are, then lets you go to bed early, asking you to try and get enough rest.
  • Next evening he makes sure that you two are alone, prepares a bottle of wine, and makes you rest on the couch. He serves you the wine personally, then sits there with you, sipping wine and watching as the night falls outside of the penthouse. The beautiful view of the city skyline you have is actually quite calming. This is how Jumin loves to spend time with you when he feels stressed out. He hopes that you will feel better soon, too.


  • You try to evade him when you come home, successfully reaching the bedroom … but he’s already followed you before you can even so much as get changed.
    • “MC are you avoiding me? What’s wrong? Are you alright?”
    • Groaning, you let yourself fall onto the bed. “I don’t wanna human anymore”, you mumble, voice muffled by the blanket.
    • He smiles a bit, in part because he thinks you’re acting cute, but mostly in relief. It seems like your bad mood isn’t his doing. So he sits down next to you and starts to pat your back. “That’s okay MC, you don’t have to human for me to love you …”
    • “Can I just … be a blanket burrito or something, forever? Would you still love me …?”
    • “Of course I would. I would take care of you and feed you. It would be so cute.”
  • The idea makes you feel a bit better. You even smile a bit at Saeyoung’s earnest sounding response. And you outright giggle when he really starts to pull the blanket around you.
  • Saeyoung carefully wraps you up in the blanket, then picks you up, blanket and all, and carries you out of the bedroom and to the couch. He turns on one of your favorite TV shows, gets some Honey Buddha Chips to munch on, then joins you. He spends the evening cuddling the blanket burrito you have become and feeding you chips.
  • He does joke a bit about how cute he thinks you are, but he actually knows well how it feels like to be all stressed out and exhausted. So he makes sure you know that he’s there for you whatever you may need. If you need him to, he’s really going to keep you safe and sound inside of that blanket until you come out willingly.
  • It doesn’t take too long, though.

(Decided to add Saeran and Vanderwood, too.)


  • This is honestly difficult for Saeran. You seem to be avoiding him, you are constantly tired and always have something to do or on your mind. He has tried and asked you if something was wrong and if you wanted him to do anything … but you’ve only explained to him what is going on and that there is nothing he can do to help you. Great.
  • So he watches for days as you get more and more worn out. He feels really bad about it, and helpless, and there are very few things he hates more than feeling helpless. When you come home one more time not even greeting him and instead trying to head straight for the bedroom, Saeran decides he has to confront you.
    •  “MC, wait. This isn’t right. You are not alright. Hey, don’t run away from me!” He tries to grab your arm, but you instinctively shake him off.
    • You can’t face anyone right now, you can’t talk or explain. You know you’d burst into tears if you tried. “I … I’m sorry Saeran. It’s … just so much right now. I … know I’m just being pathetic, and I don’t want you to worry, so … please …”
  • You shake your head apologetically, unable to continue speaking as your tears are welling up with more force. You flee into the bedroom, leaving Saeran standing there terrified. He is so not used to this. He has no idea what to do.
  • But he has to do something, doesn’t he?
  • He follows you and finds you hiding under the blanket, still crying. God, he can’t stand this. Desperate to do something, anything, Saeran starts to fetch your favorite things from the room and from all over the apartment and brings them to you. Pillow. A plush toy. Phone. Snacks. A book you’re currently reading. The shirt you always stole from him …
  • When you finally realize what he’s doing you are so confused and a bit concerned.
    • “Saeran, what … what are you doing?”
    • He doesn’t know either. He just wants you to stop crying and feel better, and those things that seemed to have made you happy in the past are all he could come up with. “I … don’t know. I thought you liked these. So I … thought maybe you’d feel better.”
  • You stare at him … then you have to laugh despite your tears. You are the one to get up and go to him for a hug, but when you do he immediately wraps his arms around you in relief and you can feel that he isn’t going to let you go anytime soon. Which is very okay with you.


  • He watches with a raised eyebrow as you’re scuffling through your apartment like a zombie and retreating to your bedroom. Raises the eyebrow higher when he hears you groaning and grumbling in there.
    • “What’s up with you today? You don’t seem very lively.” He asks as he follows you.
    • You give another loud groan. “I’m so stressed. I don’t wanna do this anymore.”
  • Okay, Vanderwood is a smart person and knows exactly what to do in times like this. If it was Saeyoung, he would have got his taser. But since it’s you, he’ll better take care of you.
  • So he makes you sit up again and gets behind you, starting to massage your stiff shoulders.
    • “So tell me. Who or what is bothering you so much? Let me know, so we can rail against that bugger together.”
    • “Oh yes … that would be great.”
  • You enjoy getting your shoulders massaged while the two of you just start to rant about everything that has been on your mind. Vanderwood is inciting you to let out all of your frustration by contributing snide remarks, until you get really into it and are almost yelling in anger at the source of your problems, but he doesn’t stop you.
  • It’s a kind of liberating and comforting feeling. To just hate on something that has been bothering you, together with someone you liked.
  • When you calm down the two of you continue to exchange snarky and sarcastic comments as sort of an inside joke, until you both can’t help but laugh anymore.
  • Everything seems so much less stressful and suffocating after this.

starbluesketches  asked:

Omg I just read the last Dave fic. And I LOVE it can you please do more continuation. I'm having so many feels right now

Of course I can! I actually had a really good idea for this continuation. But I decided I’m not going to cram it all into one fic, So let me know if you want a continuation. I hope you enjoy! And anyone who can get the reference wins a hug! And later on, I’m basing this off of gravity falls episode! You’ll see in the later chapters!

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/159426034267/hello-now-that-you-have-received-a-request-for-a

Tom smiled very big when he saw Marco sitting on his bed in his room. His Marco had come to visit him! Tom jumped and ran towards the human, but stopped a little short when Marco didn’t greet him with the normal hug and kiss. “Mar-Mar? Is everything okay?” Tom asked. Marco stood up and looked over at Tom who tilted his head.

“I don’t love you, I never really loved you.”


Marco looked down at his phone curiously and hung up. “Tom hasn’t answered his phone… again.” He told Star. She shrugged and kept chewing on her wand.

“Maybe go stop by. He’s probably busy fighting with his stupid cousin.” Star complained. Marco sighed and nodded, pocketing his phone and waving goodbye to his friend. He took his scissors from off the table and cut open a portal, stepping into Tom’s room.

He was expecting something normal, like Tom was just busy, but that’s not what Marco got.

Tom was fast asleep on his bed, and standing over him was Dave. “What’s going on here?” Marco demanded. Dave grinned and held his arms out to give Marco a formal hug. But the human made a face and pushed him away. “What is happening here?” Marco asked again, advancing towards him.

“Tom is just resting after what you put him through. I expected more from you Marco.” Dave smirked and crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” Marco asked. He ran over to shake Tom awake, but the demon didn’t even stir. Marco shook his harder and began to get worried. “What happened!? What is wrong with my Tommy!?” Marco demanded.

“Marco, you came in here and told the poor thing you didn’t love him. He was devastated.” Dave explained. Marco’s eyes widened with shock and confusion. He growled and grabbed Dave by the collar, pulling him forward.
“You better explained everything now!” Marco hissed.

“Have you ever heard of a puppet spell?” Dave asked. Marco raised an eyebrow. “My dear Marco, when a human falls asleep or let’s their vessel shutdown, a puppet spell allows me to use you however I see fit.” He grinned.

“Are you saying that when I was asleep, you made my body and voice tell Tom I don’t love him!?” Marco screamed. Dave smiled.

“Correct. You remember our talk, right? I needed his last supporting beam to fall, and you wouldn’t do it, so I did myself.” He explained.

“And why won’t he wake up?” Marco hissed.

“A sleep spell Marco, a sleep spell.” Dave explained. “Oh you should have seen how broken and torn my dear cousin was, I just HAD to help him.” Dave said with a fake tone of sympathy. “My poor cousin was dying of a broken heart, so I offered him a  way out. A sleep spell. It puts him in a sleep in which he can control his dreams, making them whatever life he wants. He’ll never wake up, but I really don’t know why he’d want to, what does he have to live for out here?” Dave asked. Marco raged.

“ME!” He yelled.

“Not as Tom knows, he thinks you don’t love him. So I offered him the spell, he went to sleep, and now he’s happy. Dreaming about you and a life you two can spend together.” Dave explained. “Meanwhile, he’s out of the picture, and I have a coronation to attend.” Dave grinned.

“You did this to Tom so YOU could become the heir!?” Marco demanded.

“Yes, why else would I do it?” Dave asked. He picked up his coat and swung it around himself. “You can take him if you want, I have no use for a sleeping demon. There’s no hope of him ever waking up, not while his dreams are as fantastical as he wishes to make them.” Dave explained. “Goodbye Marco, I hope never to see you again. You have school to attend, and I have a kingdom to run.” Dave spoke, and left the room.


“Star! Star I need help!” Marco cried. He was holding Tom in his arms and Star shot up out of her seat.

“What happened!?” She cried.

“A sleep spell, Dave cast a sleep spell on Tom and I don’t know how to wake him up!” Marco was near tears. “He-he used a puppet spell to make me tell Tom I don’t love him! And then-then-” Star cut Marco off. She understood what happened. All she really needed to hear was that first part and sleep spell. It was clear Dave used it to get Tom out of the way, by breaking his heart. “How do I wake him up!?”

“We don’t.” Star said, with a face that made her seem nauseous. “We can’t. His dreams are =… his dream! Anything he wants he can have and in this case… he wants you. That was something taken away from him in the real world.” Star explained. “He’s not gonna want to wake up and even if he did… I have no idea if there is any possible way to reverse a spell this strong.” Star finished.

Tears pooled up in Marco’s eyes and he held onto Tom tightly. “Please! We have to find a way!” He sobbed. Star held still for a long moment before the hearts on her cheeks turned into lightbulbs and lit up.

“Wait! If we can’t reverse the spell, maybe we can convince Tom to wake up!” Star cried.

“How?” Marco asked, still holding Tom close. Star grabbed her wand and rooted through a chest of magical items. She pulled out two tiaras with purple gems on them. She put on on herself and then put one on Marco.

“We are going to go inside his dream! Talk to the Tom who is conscious in his head and tell him to wake up!” Star told him. “It’s like that movie you’re always croaking about.” She waved her hand and Marco cocked his head.

“You mean inception?” He asked. “That was a good movie!” He defended. Star shook her head.

“No it’s not, and neither is this fanfiction.” Star told him. She lit her wand up and the gems on the tiaras lit up. “Let’s go.” Star told Marco. And with s flash and glittery swirl, the two friends were inside Tom’s dream.

just the two of us (hogwarts au) part nine - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - i can’t apologise enough for how long this has taken me to write. i know you’re all expecting party, and i promise i will start on that as soon as i can. it’s much easier to write with somebody else, which is why mean queens chapters tend to get written in one day and submitted, however writing alone is hard and takes me much longer, so i’m sorry if you’re not enjoying mean queens and prefer my other fics. i really am sorry, recently it’s been tough to write through school work and my debilitating mental health, but we won’t get into that because it’s sad. all you need to know is that i feel awful and I'm very sorry i haven’t delivered this quickly. i hope you like it anyways <3

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Anonymous suggested: I have had an appendectomy yesterday and I’m feeling generally crappy… can you write anything with Sheldon having to have a surgery and Amy taking care of him?

Note: Feel better, sweetheart!  I hope that you are taking it easy.

The doctor walked into the waiting room and sat next to Amy.  She set down the book she had been staring at, but not reading to look at the doctor.

“Everything went great.  He’s coming back around and you will be able to go see him in a few moments.  We are going to keep him overnight, but you should be able to take him home tomorrow.  Do you have any questions?” the doctor told Amy.

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I’m trying to study! Part 3

Originally posted by avengeyourbucky

Bucky x Reader College AU 

Catch up here!


Hello lovelies, here is part three! I am absolutely stunned at the amount of feedback all of you wonderful people gave me on the previous parts. I want to thank all of you, no exceptions, for how much you appreciate this and how you encourage me to keep going. Thank you! 

Word count: 1592

Warnings: So. Much. Fluff!!!

Waking up, you felt like you were in heaven.

Not only were the sheets soft and silky, but you also felt a wave of warmth encase your body, making you feel safe and loved. Slowly opening your drowsy eyes, you saw soft rays of sunlight filtering through the curtains, enveloping the room in a warm, buttery light. Making you feel at home.

Wait a second…this wasn’t your room!

Opening your eyes in a panic, you shot your gaze around the room. The events of last night came rushing back to you, calming you down, but only just. Glancing behind you, your eyes settled on the sleeping form of Bucky.

Oh, Bucky.

Sleeping peacefully, Bucky looked more like an angel than a human. His luscious brown locks had tumbled onto the pillow and his mouth was slightly agape, letting out soft breaths. His strong, muscular arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and his legs were tangled together with yours.

You shifted slightly, your breaths coming out uneven and your heartbeat increasing rapidly. Your movement caused Bucky to frown slightly and pull you against him even more. Your breath hitched at his actions, the butterflies whizzing around your stomach at full force. You were about to try and pull away completely, but you stopped.

Why would you?

Why should you?

To hell with all of this, you thought, and nuzzled yourself into Bucky’s embrace, revelling in how deliciously warm he was and how right it felt to be in his arms. Pressing your cheek against the brunet’s pectoral, you sighed out slowly, feeling so content and in love that you wanted this moment to last forever. You knew Bucky would wake soon to go to college, but for now, you took the couple spare moments of silence you had left to think about your feelings for the man lying next to you.

Bucky and you have known each other since elementary, having met when your teacher sat you beside Bucky on the first day of school. The two of you had taken an instant liking to each other, often playing pranks and causing trouble for the others. Through Bucky you met Steve, his best friend, then went on to meet Natasha and Wanda. Through those two you meet a ton of other people that you have instantly clicked with. Yes, those days were some of the best days of your life.

Your feelings for Bucky blossomed some time in high school and have been growing stronger ever since.  You couldn’t help it; Bucky was the kindest soul you have ever met, his heart made of gold. Sure, he had some trouble with authorities in the past when he got into fights with bullies at school and outside of it, but that’s what made you love him even more – no matter what, Bucky always protected those that were weaker than him, those that couldn’t protect themselves.

Now, whenever you looked at him, you didn’t just see your best friend; you also saw a man you adored, a man you hoped to spend the rest of your life with. Even if that was thinking a bit far ahead.

You were pulled back to the present when you felt the gorgeous man shift and groan in a low voice, signalling he was awake. Shutting your eyes quickly, you evened out your breaths and pretended you were still asleep, hoping Bucky wouldn’t realize that you were awake already.

Fortunately, your plan worked. You felt Bucky shift and slowly unwrap his arms from around you, then heard his low chuckle sounding beside you. The man’s voice almost broke your act, but thankfully you caught yourself just in time and managed to keep up the illusion. You thought Bucky would just get up and start getting ready, so you were totally unprepared for what happened next.

Bucky leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you once again, then, as softly and gently as the whisper of the wind, he pressed his lips to your cheek in a delicate kiss, keeping them there for a few seconds before slowly pulling away and chuckling once again.

Pretty sure that your heart had just exploded, it took all of your willpower to stop yourself from screaming out loud. Not able to pretend any longer, you opened your eyes and let out a small yawn, acting like you just woke up. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, but you managed to keep all your emotions down, thanking your lucky stars that you didn’t spontaneously combust there and then.

Bucky grinned at you once you made eye contact with him. “Morning, princess.”

“Mm, morning”, you mumbled out, stretching and sitting up in bed.

Bucky laughed slightly and turned around to pick up fresh clothes for himself. Due to the fact that you stayed the night, Bucky had been modest and slept in a t-shirt and sweats (though you had secretly hoped he would go to sleep shirtless and let you see his toned chest. Well, actually no, it was better that he had slept covered up, as you were pretty sure you would’ve drowned in your own drool if you had seen his bare torso).

You hopped out of the comfortable bed, immediately going to make the make the bed. Bucky smirked slightly, looking at you.

“(Y/n), you’d make a good wife, y’know. Always so tidy.”

You felt blood rush to your cheeks as you rolled your eyes at your friend. “Shut up, Bucky.”

Bucky laughed loudly, causing you to chuckle as well. You turned around to face him, putting your hands on your hips. Bucky kept laughing, giving you an evil wink. You shook your head, your heart swelling at the sight.

Once Bucky calmed down, he straightened his posture and pointed to the bathroom door behind him with a smile. “Steve’s already out of here, so I’m gonna go shower. You can join me if you want, doll.” After saying that, not only did he wiggle his eyebrows, the bastard also winked.

You choked on your own spit and fell into a coughing fit, feeling like you were about to cough your lungs up onto the floor. Bucky immediately ran to your rescue, laughing the entire time.

You slapped Bucky’s chest once you had calmed down, which of course made him laugh even harder. Completely red, you muttered a “bitch” and quickly walked out of the bedroom, Bucky’s laugh sounding behind you, making you grin stupidly and shake your head.

You were in the middle of making pancakes when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around you. Supressing your urge to jump from the sudden contact, you bumped your elbow into Bucky’s side, making him chuckle into your hair.

“It really was lonely without you in the shower, (Y/n). You should’ve joined me.”

Rolling your eyes, you pushed him away from you with a small smile and guided him to a seat at the kitchen table. “Shut up already and sit down.”

Bucky grinned, but that grin quickly turned to surprise when you placed a plate completely loaded with pancakes in front of him, along with a small plate of butter and some syrup. “Now eat.”

“W-what? That’s all for me?” Bucky looked at you in astonishment as you smirked and crossed your arms, nodding.

“Yeah. It’s my way of thanking you for letting me stay the night. You’re a lifesaver, Buck.”

Bucky blushed and looked away. “You shouldn’t have, (Y/n). This is too kind of you.” The brunet dug into his food, letting out a small moan at the taste. “Hish ish amahing!”

You laughed loudly, taking a bite of our own food. “I’m glad you like it. Now hurry up because this time you will be the one that’s late, not me. Gosh, I’m so glad I don’t have any classes until the afternoon.”

Bucky rolled his eyes at you but followed your instructions nonetheless. In the blink of an eye, he was putting his empty plate into the sink and washing it, then running to the bathroom to clean his teeth. You chuckled at how hurried he was, feeling really happy and proud that he enjoyed the breakfast you made for him.  You wondered what it would feel like to wake beside him and make him breakfast every day. Maybe, just maybe, some day it might happen…

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you saw Bucky walking into the kitchen, dressed and ready to go. Standing up, you walked over to him with a smile.

“Have fun at college, Buck.”

He nodded and, before you could react, leaned forward and wrapped his arms tightly around you, once again gently pressing his lips to your cheek.

“Thank you, (Y/n). For everything. You’re really the best”, he mumbled against your cheek before pulling away and flashing you his dashing smile, then bolting out of the front door. You stood there in shock, your hand slowly going up and touching the place that Bucky had kissed, feeling lightheaded from his actions. By now, saying that you had butterflies in your stomach would be an understatement – instead, it felt like the whole Central Park Zoo was going on a stampede inside your body, making you physically tremble from the feelings suddenly overwhelming you. You realized that your feelings for Bucky weren’t just a simple crush anymore. What you felt for him was pure love.

This is going to be the death of me, but I’m willing to die if he’s holding me in his arms.

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boyfriend!woozi: first fight

- mingyu was giving you a piggyback ride and y’all were parading around the practice rooms singing dumb nursery rhymes at the top of ur lungs
- and woozi was already having a bad enough day as it was but seeing you with mingyu just set him off
- he came to find you because he knew spending time with you would uplift his mood at least a little but no, you were with mingyu
- and he felt as if you were neglecting him at a time he really needed you
- so when mingyu finally put you down, woozi growled out a “we’re leaving now.” he grabbed your wrist and pulled you out of the room,,,
- and it was the first time he had ever been rough when touching you.
- he dragged you to the company parking lot, tightening his grip as you neared the location of his parked car, and practically shoved you into the passenger seat
- woozi always listens to his cds in the car, or at least the radio, but the car ride was absolutely silent; all you could hear was his heavy breathing
- before you knew it, you were parked in front of ur apartment building
- woozi just leaned his forehead on the steering wheel, sighed, and ran his hand through his hair, his fringe messing up as a result
- at this point, you still didn’t really know why he was acting the way he was, so–
- you: um, jihoon? are you ok..?
- him: god why are you so dense, of cOURSe i’m not okay.
- you were a little hurt but you let it slide bc “it’s probably just the stress from work getting to him”
- you: do you wanna talk about it?
- him: if i wanted to talk about it, i wouldn’t go to you because we don’t seem to go to each other for things anymore.
- you: wait what are you talking about…
- him: yOU SPEND SO MUCH tIMe with the other members that sometimes i wonder why you’re dating me and not one of them
- you: hold on, is this about today? about me hanging out with mingyu??
- him: “hanging out”… ha ha ok whatever makes u feel better
- you: woozi, mingyu is someone im very close to so of course we’re going to—
- him: well if you like mingyu so much then why don’t you go date him instead??
- that comment honestly just felt like a stab in the chest to you bc… how could he ever think…? how could he ever doubt the love you have for him? ?
- you flung open the car door and sprinted to your apartment building as quickly as humanly possible, before woozi even realised what he said and what impact those words would have had on you
- but when he finally did realise, it was too late
- and he began to beat himself up about it
- “how could you ever say something like that to them? even if you were having a bad day, you had no right to say that to the loVE OF UR LIFE.”
- he had to go to coups to ask for help, and woozi hATES asking for help
- coups was just like… you fucked up. bad. you need to go apologise right now. go. now.
- and woozi was fREAKiNg OUT, he had all these thoughts that you were gonna break up with him, you were never gonna speak to him again, you were going to go date mingyu instead like he told u to ….
- anyway so it was like freaking 2AM or something and he rocked up at ur apartment with his guitar and a handwritten letter that was three pages long, and started to give himself a pep talk to get all ready to serenade u with a mushy song he wrote bc he’d rather lose his pride than lose you
- but when he knocked on the door and got no answer after 15 mins… he fell to his knees and finally realised just how badly he screwed up
- idk why the possibility of u being asleep never crossed his mind but anyway
- he just leaned his head on your door and kept whispering ur name…
- and the the door swung open
- and he was like wtf
- “they didn’t lock, let alone close, the door?? man, how irresponsible can they get”
- he went in though and found you lying in bed,,, with tear streaked cheeks
- and his heart broke into two bc he knew that it was him that caused you to be like this
- he climbed into bed next to you even though he kNEW he shouldn’t have but in that moment he just needed to be close to u
- swept the hair out of ur face and stroked ur cheeks, wiping away your tears
- you unconsciously inched closer to him in ur sleep and he just thought… i really don’t deserve you
- so he went and slept on your couch lol
- the next morning you wake up and feel all gross bc ur hair’s all messed up and ur face is all sticky from dried tears and it’s just ew,,,
- “wait a sec. is that jihoon’s guitar?? what the heck, did he come during the night ???”
- so you go and investigate in ur apartment and u almost get a heart attack bc hES ON UR COUCH HOW DID HE GET IN
- he’s clutching a piece of paper and ur like jihoon… what even- are you writing lyrics in ur sleep??
- you read it and it says, “dear y/n, you know how bad i am with words so i decided to write down my thoughts instead of straight out saying them to you…”
- before you start to read any further, he murmurs your name in his half conscious state
- “y/n, i’m so sorry… forgive me.. please, you’re my everything”
- this is unfair he’s even cuter in his sleep
- you wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze tight, before kissing his cheek and snuggling into his chest
- “it’s okay, i would never leave you for mingyu”
- he pulls you in closer and you both fall asleep in each others arms on ur little apartment couch

anonymous asked:

Okay so I have this request: Warren having nightmares due to everything with Apocalypse and his cage fighting history, and whenever he does, his wings spread out and start flailing and stuff. The reader has to wake him up, and he's upset because he's scared he might hurt her, but she just comforts him because he's her angel and just lots of fluff.

I’m so sorry this took me so long to do!!!! I hope it’s okay!!!

Warrens dreams were filled with pain, copious amounts of it.
The wails and screams of mutants as he slammed them down, the sharp bone on his wing stabbing or slicing through skin, just doing what he had to do to survive.
The sharp pain of a fist slamming into his nose and then into his throat in the cage, the burning of his wings against the electric cage he was in.
The breaking, scorching, raw pain of his wings being broken and ripped out of his skin by Apocalypse, metal being shoved in its place.
The air being crushed out of him as the plane crashed with him in, being stuck under the wreckage, agonizing and violent, nearly killing him.
The scrapping of metal against bone as Erik removed the horrid metal wings from him, forcing the metal through his skin and tearing them off completely so he could heal.

He dreamt about it all.
Not all the time, anymore. Not like he used to. Waking up every night at 3 a.m. to sharp pains in his back just from the memory of it all, his wings twitching and spasming. It was like his own mind was teasing him and poking fun at him for not being able to control the way he felt at the time, for not being able to forget the pain he endured.
He’d still get the dreams, sometimes, and when he did he had to wake himself up from them and hope he hadn’t woken you up, you were the one that made him feel happy again, for the first time in what seemed like an eternity.
Tonight, though, he didn’t.

Instead he woke up to the sound of your scream, followed by a thud and an ‘oof’.

“Baby?” He grumbled, sitting up, his wing flicking out and puffing up, white feathers falling off onto the bed.

“Warren are you okay?” Your head popped up from the side of the bed, clearly shaken up.

“I think I should be the one asking you that question as you are literally on the ground.” He said, reaching over to grab your hand and pull you back on the bed, pulling you into his arms. “Why were you on the floor?”

“You were flapping your wings in your sleep and you sounded like you were having a bad dream, are you okay?” You laid your hand on his cheek, his forehead touching yours.

“I’m fine, it was just a dream.” He said, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, only for a wing to spasm and for you to sit up.

“What happened? Do you think talking about it will make you feel better?” You asked, smiling gently as his hands slid into your own, fingers intertwining.

He sat up, pulling you in his lap, nuzzling his face in your neck to hear you giggle as he said “Talking about it will probably make me feel weak.”

“How can you, Warren Ken-”

He cut you off and glared playfully, “Don’t you dare say my middle name.”

“-neth Worthington iii, feel weak?” You continued, laughing as he groaned.

“You know I hate when you say it!” He grumbled as you laughed, and he sighed “Anyone can feel weak, no matter the size of their muscles, you know.”

“I know that, of course I know that. I’ve watched Hank cry over a puppy dog while he was in beast mode.” You said, smiling when he chuckled “Will you tell me what happened?”

“It was about when I was in the cage, and Apocalypse, and the expressions on people’s faces when I attacked them, sometimes killed them, and when Magneto took out the metal wings, and just the pain.” He sighed, burying his face in your neck “What if I hurt you? I’ve hurt countless people, killed half as many, sometimes they didn’t even deserve it.”

“Warren, the people you hurt when you were in the cage, Warren that wasn’t your fault. It was kill or be killed.” You said, running your hand through his hair “You won’t hurt me, you know that.”

“I’m so afraid I’m gonna destroy the best thing that has every happened to me.” He whispered, his wings twitching when you pressed your hand between them “Mmm don’t do that, it feels too good.”

“Warren, there’s more possibility of me hurting you than there is of you hurting me, I promise.” You said, picking his head out of your neck so you could look at him “And besides, you’ve got to have a little pain sometimes.”

His eyebrow raised, “Oh yeah?”

“Oh shut up, I didn’t mean it that way.” You laughed, kissing the burn mark on his shoulder.

“I love you, you know.” He whispered, smiling gently, “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, angel.” You whispered, kissing his jaw, “My angel.”

He pressed his lips against yours “Your angel, indeed.”

“God I’m so in love with you.”

silent night

Written for the @tmntflashfic December prompt ‘festive.’ Uhh… it takes place during the holiday season? So it counts?? 

Part of the Give Up the Ghost AU.

Mikey wakes up slowly, to a string of colorful Christmas lights and his brother’s scared brown eyes.

“Donnie?” He tries to sit up, but his body doesn’t seem to agree with the idea. There’s a dull, throbbing ache all down his left side, sharp spikes of pain lacing through him as he starts to move, and he winces. “Donnie, what – ”

The room is fuzzy and dim – it must be nighttime – and there’s faint music playing from somewhere else. Mikey’s head tips to one side, and he gets an eyeful of sterile white walls and tile floors and a heavy blue separation curtain.

“The hospital?” he mumbles, trying to put it together. “But why’m I – Donnie?”

It takes more effort than he’s willing to admit, to roll his head back to the other side. Donnie is perched in the armchair next to the bed, pale and wide-eyed, and his hand on Mikey’s arm is so light Mikey can’t even feel it.

“Did I miss Christmas?” he asks, and falls asleep again before he gets an answer.

The next time he wakes up, daylight is streaming through the blinds at the window next to his bed, and Raph is sitting in Donnie’s chair. His elbows are on his knees, face buried in his hands, and Mikey croaks, “Raphie?”

The effect is instantaneous. Raph’s head snaps up like someone shot him, and he looks like he hasn’t slept in weeks.

“Oh my god,” he says eloquently, lurching out of the chair and grabbing Mikey’s arm in hands that hurt. If it were anyone else, that wet sheen in his eyes would have looked like tears, but Mikey knows better. It’s Raph. “Mikey? Can you hear me?”

“Uh-huh,” Mikey says, squinting at him. “You look tired.”

Raph makes a painful-sounding noise, one that sounds like it was torn out of his throat, and in the space of a blink Mikey finds himself hauled carefully upright and cradled against Raph’s solid chest. Raph isn’t generally big on hugs, and Mikey knows better than to miss the opportunity. His arms around Raph’s waist seem to take whole pounds of tension off the older man’s shoulders, and Mikey blinks a few times against his worn-soft cotton sweater.

“S'goin’ on, Raph? Where’s Donnie?”

A dark shadow crosses his friend’s face, and Mikey startles a little. He’s seen shadows like that before, and they have no place in Raph’s bright eyes. Unease coils sickly in the pit of his stomach, and he leans away.


“Let me get the nurse,” Raph says, reaching for the call button. He’s not making eye contact anymore, his mouth pressed into a thin line. “You’ve been out for three days, kid. Scared the hell out of us.”

Mikey looks past Raph to scan the rest of the room, trying to locate where his big brother is lurking. His body hurts with gusto, and the haze in his head is clearing—everything is gaining in quality, like he’s driving toward a radio signal instead of farther away—and the heart rate monitor next to his bed starts to beep faster, giving his frazzled nerves away.

“Where’s Donnie?” he asks again, more firmly this time.

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a hella long list of random lyric sentence starters
  • "I'm insecure and I care what people think."
  • "We're stressed out."
  • "Wish we could turn back time, to the good ol' days."
  • "Wake up, you need to make money."
  • "You used to make me feel like I could walk on water."
  • "You're the reason why I can't listen to the same songs I used to."
  • "I write songs about you all the time."
  • "I bet I don't run through your mind."
  • "I've given up on you.
  • "It still hurts to know you're not alone."
  • "Lately, my dog's the only one around that listens to my problems."
  • "It's been a lonely year."
  • "I'm just happy being with you."
  • "Quietly, quietly, the two of us are entangled."
  • "You don't realize the way I am."
  • "This silent love leaves a silent scar."
  • "I don't feel anything when I look at your face."
  • "That's nothing compared to what I had done in the past."
  • "Wild horses couldn't drag me away."
  • "You wear those shoes and I will wear that dress."
  • "Please remember me, fondly."
  • "We'll meet again."
  • "Fuck the man."
  • "I heard from someone you're still pretty."
  • "And when the morning came I was ashamed. Only now it seems so silly."
  • "Never meant to last."
  • "An angel kissin' on a sinner."
  • "Girls like girls like boys do."
  • "Always gonna steal your thunder."
  • "Imma take your girl out."
  • "Don't tell me what I feel."
  • "Kissed your girls and made you cry, boys."
  • "Tell me if you feel it, too."
  • "Hello there, the angel from my nightmare."
  • "We can live like Jack and Sally if we want."
  • "I would ask for advice, but I just do what I like."
  • "You're a waste of my time."
  • "I smoke cause I'm stressed. I try to get high, but it gets me depressed."
  • "I've fallen for her, more than once."
  • "My daddy is dead, I've got no man to follow."
  • "And I know that I'm shallow, but why shouldn't I be?"
  • "I don't want any trouble, it just chooses to find me."
  • "I've been thinkin' about fallin' in love."
  • "I've been thinkin' about you."
  • "I’m afraid somebody else might take my place."
  • "All my friends always lie to me."
  • "You’re too mean, I don’t like you."
  • "Fuck you anyway."
  • "You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs."
  • "You make me wanna die."
  • "Keep on dreaming, don’t stop breathing, fight those demons."
  • "I got a hunger and it won't go away."
  • "I want it all to remind me of the first time."
  • "I think I like you, but it's complicated."
  • "It's always better when we're together."
  • "You look so pretty sleeping next to me."
  • "I belong with no one."
  • "You belong with me."
  • "Run off to school like a good drama queen."
  • "Do you care where you're going, or know where you've been?"
  • "Our faith is placed in second chances."
  • "You're the star of the story you don't care about."
  • "Just a little girl in a bigger world turning upside-down."
  • "You keep it all inside so that nobody knows."
  • "All these boys are thirsty for your outsides."
  • "You never care to ever let the right ones in."
  • "Baby, I'll carry you all the way home."
  • "I just wanna love you, dear."
  • "I understand you, just take my hand."
  • "I found God. I found him in a lover."
  • "He's off to pay his crimes and he's got no time for mine."
  • "It's tearing me apart."
  • "It's ruining everything."
  • "Were you lying all the time?"
  • "Was it just a game to you?"
  • "You know I'm such a fool for you."
  • "You got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I thought the world of you."
  • "I thought nothing could go wrong, but I was wrong."
  • "It was always me and you."
  • "This body is yours."
  • "Your mess is mine."
  • "Luck be on my side tonight."
  • "You're the reason that I feel so strong."
  • "You still make sense to me."
  • "Boy, look the other way."
  • "That's not the way that friends behave."
  • "I always knew that I would love you from afar."
  • "She's got darling hazel eyes."
  • "It shouldn't come as a surprise."
  • "Why do you go wasting your time on me?"
  • "I'm eager to please."
  • "I'm scared that you’re gonna slip away."
  • "I don’t think she knows how she changed all my plans."
  • "You act like you don't know me."
  • "My god, you tempt my anxious mind."
  • "We are bitter losers, snarling through our smiles."
  • "We are wild."
  • "We’re fucked, but we say that we’re fine."
  • "We long for journeys and the roadside."
  • "Every little thing made me miss you more."
  • "I'm just trying to make a getaway to you, and I'd have gone a thousand miles more."
  • "And I looked at you, you were so damn cute."
  • "I know you're thinking of me."
  • "You're everything that I hoped for."
  • "I'm all the shit that you go for."
  • "Stop kidding yourself now."
  • "I never found a way to let you know."
  • "I also never found a way to let you go."
  • "Right now I’m feeling rough."
  • "Come settle in with me."
  • "I will not open myself up this way again."
  • "Feels like I don't know you."
  • "I've strayed from who it was that you knew."
  • "You were trying to make it work."
  • "You were sleeping in my shirt
  • "Sometimes things don't come full circle."
  • "I was hoping that you cared."
  • "I was distant, I was scared."
  • "There's no way to go back now."
  • "Just love me when you can."
  • "I'll wait patiently."
  • "I'll wake up every day just hoping that you still care."
  • "Surely even I deserve the best."
  • Just when I believe you've changed for good, you go and prove me wrong just like I knew you would."
  • "When I run out of second chances, you give me that look
  • and you're off the hook."
  • "Oh, what am I still doing here?"
  • "It ain't right to just love me when you can."
  • "Slow down, you are out of control."
  • "One of us is right, and one of us is wrong."
  • "It could be so easy if it didn't feel so wrong."
  • "What if I was younger?"
  • "I never should have asked, it was a long time ago."
  • "There's things I wish I knew."
  • "We're a million miles away."
  • "With you, my dear, I'm safe."
  • "You will be gone and I won't see you anymore."
  • "You left my love on the line and said that you were leaving."
  • "I saw you in the arms of someone else."
  • "I cry myself to sleep and you thought I was happy."
  • "I was lonely, had nowhere to go."
  • "I heard that you moved on."
  • "Everything has changed."
  • "Sometimes you've got to bleed to know that you're alive."
  • "The songs on the radio are okay, but my taste in music is your face."
  • "You fell asleep in my car, I drove the whole time."
  • "I heard you were lying about how brave you are.
  • "I heard you were still trying to get back to the start."
  • "I'm gonna miss you."
  • "Gonna miss you, girl, and all of the things we could've done."
  • "I move so fast, how could you be with me?"
  • "I wish you well. All the best."
  • "I spent an hour with you, should I want anything else?"
  • "We were sixteen, maybe less, maybe a little more."
  • "I walked home smiling, I finally had a story to tell."
  • "Time has bridled us both, but I remember you, too."
  • "You confuse me with your riddles and your sudden generosity."
  • "You really shouldn't get this fucked up."
  • "I'm tired of being careful."
  • "Let me under your skin."
  • "Why do I always spill?"
  • "God, I wish I never spoke."
  • "Think I got myself in trouble."
  • "Should've never said the word 'love.'"
  • "I'm sick of all the games I have to play."
  • "I've got your picture, she's got you."
  • "Throw on your dress and put on your doll faces."
  • "Everyone thinks that we're perfect."
  • "Go back to being plastic."
  • "Smile for the picture."
  • "We were too wasted to close the window."
  • "Do you want it? Do you want me?"
  • "You are where I want to be."
  • "I can drive."
  • "Who is she?"
  • "I used to know know to leave the boy behind without having to watch him go."
  • "Going on, my first impression, I recall you wearing white."
  • "There was something sweet in the air, babe, that summer night."
  • "There will always be another time for us to fall in love."
  • "The first times always cut the deepest."
  • "She is something to behold, elegant and bold."
  • "I could easily lose my mind."
  • "The way you kiss me will work each time."
  • "Eyes, innocent and wild, remind me what it's like."
  • "Pulling me back into the flames and I'm burning up again."
  • "I never understood what was at stake."
  • "Well now you've come and gone, I finally worked it out."
  • "I never should have told you."
  • "I never should have let you see inside."
  • "Don't want it troubling your mind. Won't you let it be?"
  • "You cool me down."
  • "Do you love me now?"
  • "I'm not so used to doubt."
  • "Light me up a cigarette and put it in my mouth."
  • "You're the only one that wants me around."
  • "I don't believe in you and I."
  • "I'm not yours anymore."
  • "You're always leaving me behind."
  • "I feel like a fool."
  • "I ain't got nothing left to give."
  • "You are mine, I am yours. Lets not fuck around."
  • "You are the only one."
  • "Yours is the first face that I saw."
  • "I realize that I need you and I wondered if I could come home."
  • "Remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning."
  • "I thought it was strange, you said everything changed, you felt as if you'd just woke up."
  • "I'm glad I didn't die before I met you."
  • "I don't care, I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy."
  • "Maybe this time is different."
  • "I mean, I really think you like me."
  • "You pull away so easily."
  • "I'm only there so that you're not alone."
  • "So I'm pouring some whiskey, I'm gonna get drunk."
  • "I want a lover I don't have to love."
  • "I'll meet up with the band in the morning."
  • "Love's an excuse to get hurt."
  • "We both go together if one falls down."
  • "I talk out loud like you're still around."
  • "Do I let her sleep or should I wake her up?"
  • "We were lovers in a past life."
  • "I'll make you mine, time after time."
  • "We can keep in touch if that's what you want."
  • "You say I don't have the time for you, but I do."
  • "I am what you need when you can't find it somewhere else."
  • "I am what you want when you don't have anything else."
  • "I came here with a load and it feels so much lighter now I met you."
  • "Honey, you should know that I could never go on without you."
  • "You're the one that I wanted to find."
  • "Anyone who tried to deny you must be out of their mind."
  • "I know it's too late."
  • "I should have given you a reason to stay."
  • "We're not the same, dear, as we used to be."
  • "There was little we could say, and even less that we could do."
  • "Nothing was left for you and me."
  • "Someday you will be loved."
  • "I cannot pretend that I felt any regret."
  • "The memories of me will seem more like bad dreams."
  • "I know your heart belongs to someone you've yet to meet."
  • "You told her that you loved her, but you don't."
  • "She was beautiful, but she didn't mean a thing to me."
  • "I wanted to believe in all the words that I was speaking as we moved together in the dark."
  • "All I see are dark grey clouds in the distance moving closer with every hour."
  • "Was something wrong?"
  • "You're damn right there is, but we can't talk about it now."
  • "No, we can't talk about it now."
  • "One last touch and then you'll go, and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more."
  • "It was vile, and it was cheap."
  • "You are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to me."

anonymous asked:

can you do some hcs for pony being your roomate at college? thanks love ♡ (i'm sure you know who this is lol)

A/N: Sure! Sorry if these are bad or not like you wanted them to be? I honestly thought this is what it would be like so… haha yeah. Hope you like them though! And see guys? I told you I was gonna write. I’m gonna mother f-ing write okay? IM TRYING MY BEST.

- OKAY this kid stays up studying. A LOT.

- “(Y/N)! Shush will ya!? I’m trying to study!”

- “Turn the damn music off!”

- If he isn’t studying or reading or watching a movie by himself he goes to bed around 10pm.

- “Lights out (Y/N).”

- Mhm, you read that correctly. Even if you’re not going to sleep he wants the lights out.

- Ha! Prank wars.

- Whenever he can, he takes the opportunity to watch movies and read. Sometimes inviting you, but for the most part, he thinks you’re annoying, so nope.

- Bathroom problems…

- Whenever he wakes up late, it’s the cutest thing ever.

- By that, I mean he falls of the bed, and is all frustrated, and trips over everything, and his hair is a mess, I just-

- Ha! Wakes up earlier than you most of the time, and makes you coffee and breakfast.

- Falls asleep studying and probably drools all over his notes. (like me)

- You take pictures of him okay? (it’s part of the wars you have together. He does the same to you so I mean-)

- Back to the “bathroom problems” HE TAKES FOREVER ON HIS HAIR! So I mean…good luck.

- He doesn’t grease his hair as much anymore, which leaves it nice and fluffy, but that doesn’t mean he’s not gonna take a bunch of time looking at himself in the mirror in the bathroom.

- “Pony, hurry up!”

- “You take forever putting shit on your face, so no. You look better without it anyhow.”

- “So what about that grease you put in your hair?”

- “THAT’S DIFFERENT!” (lol me)

- Accidnetally has walked in on you getting undressed.

- But you’ve done the same so…

- He quit smoking a bit during his junior year in highschool, so smoking isn’t a problem anymore.

- You both got drunk once, (you kinda like tested him…) and ended up making out on the couch.

- After this he opens up to you about everything. (You know? The Dally and- I CAN’T GO ON)

- He starts crying on your shoulder, which leads to sobbing.

- After this he ends up cuddling close to you with a bottle of Vodka still in his hands pretty much empty.

- When he wakes up and sees you he’s like “Fucking hell…” and accidentally drops the bottle on the soft carpet so it doesn’t make much noise.

- He goes to the bathroom without waking you up and finds a hickey on his neck. “Shit…shit. SHIT!”

- He has a huge hangover btw so WHOOPS.

- Once you wake up he sits down with you and you both talk about it.

- You both swore to never get drunk at the same time.

- If he’s going to drink, you dont. And if you’re going to, he doesn’t. To be safe.

- He warms up to you after this.

- Holiday break? That shiz is lit.

- Matching onsies may I say?…

- Random wake up calls year round.

- Your realtionship with him is so platonic, you both walk around in your underwear and it’s great.

- Random gifts at random times.

- “Happy Tuesday! Here I got you this! :)”

- Military crap.

- Like you know when they wake you up super early and make you do push ups and etc? Well yeah thats Pony. He makes you. WHOOPS.

I don’t have anything else, but i think overall it would be amazing to have Ponyboy as a room mate :)

48) "I'll do anything to make you happy" (part 3)
  • Anon 3: Title "I'll do anything to make you happy."
  • Sammy's POV (continued)
  • J: Nate, Mike and I had a deep talk with her one time at like I think 3 am. When G and madison were on a date and Sam was in New York.
  • Mike: I remember asking her why she likes hanging around us! All of us, all the guys! Us, Nash and the guys, Derek and the guys! Why does she like it? And she openly said "Sometimes I feel like you guys are immature, but at the same time I like it because you guys bring out the goofy in each other and me. Meaning, you guys are truly all best friends. No matter who you are with, where you guys are at, you guys are still rides and still act the same and I respect that. And the way I see Sam with you guys, it makes me smile. Cause I can see it in his eyes that you guys mean so much to him. You guys aren't just his friends, you guys are his family, his brothers. You guys also make me feel like part of the family too. You guys never fail to make me smile, ever." She likes to observe things sometimes and I love her for that because she doesn't always have to talk. She'll just absorb things that's going on and still be content with us, even with the dumb shit we do and say. She's easily entertained just by watching us. And she's like a sister to all of us, so we love her.
  • Nate: I remember asking her how she does it. Being who she is and keeping up with us especially you Sam. How does she ALWAYS make time to hang out with us and have fun when I know damn well she has a busy ass schedule. She said something in the line "It's hard but it's doable. I make it doable because, I like you guys. and I care about you guys so I'm going to make time. and Sam and I are in a relationship. So I put in the effort to make sure he feels important in my life again, even if I do put my career/school to the side for like 2 seconds. I'm willing to do that for people that I want to keep in my life. It's never a problem for me to put people before my future. You guys send positive vibes in my life and I want to keep that around for awhile. Especially Sam. I'm planning on keeping him around for a while now. So I hope you guys are willing to have me around for awhile." We all laughed but she was so serious about it.
  • J: As for I, I asked her a pretty serious question. I asked her about you Samuel.
  • Me: What did you ask her?
  • J: I asked her how she does it. How she has the will to TRUST YOU and still be with you. No offense Sammy, but you do act like a fuckboy sometimes. And I just wanted to know how she trusts you and everything. This is when I think G walked in. She said, "it's hard. because I know he can act like a fuckboy, childish, or single. But here's the thing, when I like a guy, I put in my all into him. Even trust him with everything I got. and I HOPE that he won't make me regret it. As stupid as that sounds, for a girl who got cheated on twice, I still try to trust him. It's different if HE does something, or when a FAN does something. I know how to keep my cool, I know when to react. But I have it in my heart, to at least trust him. Because if I don't trust him, what's the point of being with him? Y'know? I love him. I'm not willing to lose him over some trust issue. He knows I have trust issues. But in reality he has never given me a reason to not trust him, I'm just paranoid. Finding trust in someone is hard, don't get me wrong. When I first met Sammy, I thought he was a fuckboy too. When he first asked me out, I was like this kid, never will I trust him. We could never date. But here we are now. I don't know how he was before, you guys known him longer, but I feel like he changed. He's becoming, a man. That's why I can trust him." And Samuel, I think she was right. You have changed. You have given her reasons to trust you. You are turning into a man. My level of respect for her and you is over the top. More than anyone I respect in this world. I think G asked her something.. didn't you?
  • G: Did i? I did. Right when your siblings walked in, I asked her, why she loves you? What she loves about you? If she just likes the physical things you do, or the little things you do. Like when she misses you, what does she miss. all of that. Her answer gave all of us, even your siblings a more reason to love her. She said,
  • Ben: We loved her even more cause of this.
  • G: She said "I like Sam. The way he makes me feel when he just looks at me sends shivers down my spine. The smile he puts on my face when I'm just walking around the house or when I'm having a bad day. The lame jokes he says because he thinks it's hilarious. I love the twinkle in his eyes when he's passionate about something. I have physically seen the way he looks at me, like I am some prize he won that he will forever keep. I was glancing at the mirror, and I saw him looking at me, not like a piece of meat, like I'm his prize possession. He cracks a smile that just melts my heart. He makes sure I never shed a tear and if I do, he tries to make sure no more come out. I don't JUST like his hugs, or his kisses, or the way our skin touches and how comfortable that is. I love the way he sings and listens to music. I love the way he dances. The way he laughs and the things he laughs at, no matter how stupid it is. I love the way his little dimples mean so much to me. I love the way he talks about things that he is interested in. I love the way he loves talking to his parents on ft. I love the way he's close with his brother and sisters. I love how he has close friends he can trust and he talks about them nonstop. I love how we can sit in silence, and it's still comfortable. Then after a little, one of us cracks a giggle and we start laughing. I love that he remembers things about me, even the little things. I love the way he eats. I love when his eyes light up when he gets a glance at me when I walk in the room. I love the way he wakes up in the morning and goes to sleep. I love that he can trust me. I love that he talks to me about everything. I fucking love Sammy and his little smile that can make my day 100x better. I love that we vibe sooooo well together. I love that he's changing who I am, and how I see the world differently now. I love that he's on this journey with me."
  • Me: Wait when was this conversation?
  • J: Like two days ago before we all got here. And you were in NY.
  • Me: She said all of that?
  • Y/N: And I meant every single one of it.
  • *turns around*
  • Me: Y/N? What are you doing here?
  • Y/N: I decided to spend Thanksgiving here in Omaha with my second family. My family is ok with it. When I told my family about our fight they were on my ass of how immature I was being even if it was for them. They put me in my place. And they were right. I should've at least compromised with you. And I'm sorry for that. Sorry for being a hard ass. I just haven't seen my family in a while. But it's ok, cause Christmas, we are going to Y/H/T for MY family. Then we come here the 27th for YOUR family. Stay here for 3 days then. LA for New Years, with OUR friends.
  • Me: No baby, go home. I'm sorry. You should be with your family.
  • Y/N: Bitch too late I'm here already. What's up guys?
  • Y/N: And btw I did say all of that. I love you Samuel Wilkinson. And *I'll do anything to make you happy.*
  • Me: Mmm anything?
  • Y/N: Slow your roll cow boy. I just bought an airfare here today. You ain't getting off the hook that easily.
  • Mike: Aww you guys are gonna be here for New Years?
  • Y/N: Don't worry Mikey, I bought you a plane ticket to come with us to LA too.
  • Mike: Fuck, can you be my girlfriend???
  • Me: MINE!
  • Y/N: Yours.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Lutteo cuddling pls pls pls make that happen

I’m not sure if this will satisfy  you cuddling needs, but they are cuddling and it is pure fluff and I hope that’s enough. But really this nothing but fluff, I hope you guys like it

Matteo hears her bare feet resonating against the ceramic floor of the balcony before he feels her hand in his back.

“What’s up, delivery girl?” Matteo asks nonchalant with a small smile imagining Luna’s surprised face.

“How did you know?”She complains while sitting in the beach chair next to  him.

“I know everything.” He turns to wink at her and she stifles a laugh. “Except what are you doing up”

“I just couldn’t sleep, Jazmín talks in her sleep.”Luna explains looking at the starry night. “Anything on your parents?”

“Yes.” He gestures her to sit  next to him and she does, putting the blanket she was using on her back over them. “My mom just texted, their fly to Hong Kong got delayed because of a storm and they didn’t have reception for the same reason, but they are okay now.”

“Feeling better now?” She asks snuggling against him, her cold nose a

gainst his neck making him shiver.

“Yes, a lot.” He wraps his arms around her, and buries his face on her hair, breathing in the familiar and calming scent of the girl who helped him keep his head straight when  two hours after the agreed time had passed and his parents hadn’t called him to tell them they had landed safely yet.

“That’s good.” Luna whispers and Matteo makes an agreeing sound.

“Why are you really up, though?” Matteo asks knowing full well that his girlfriend is the heaviest sleeper of them all and no one talking on their sleep could disturb her sleeping.

“I just wanted to check on you.” She admits looking up to him with a small smile.

“So you stayed up until 2 AM ?” Matteo asks, touched by his girlfriend actions.

“You are always there for me.” She explains while he is playing with her hair. “I just wanted to be there for you.”

“You are adorable.” He chuckles and pulls her closer to him. She settles with her head against his chest and one of her hands holding one of his.

“So you’ve told me.” She tells him and he laughs softly.

“And I’m the conceited one.”Matteo teases her

“Yes, you are, I’m just spending way too much time with you.” Luna defends herself giggling.

“I’m not gonna complain about that.” Matteo shrugs.

“Me neither.” Luna whispers playing with their intertwined fingers.

“But who would in your position?” Matteo asks looking down at her with a raised eyebrow.

“I hope that’s a rhetorical question because I have some answers.” She retorts trying really hard not to laugh out loud and wake their friends and guardians up.

They stay in comfortable silence for a while, just the two of them snuggled against each other while Matteo strokes Luna’s hair, he notices that her breathing is slowing down.

“Maybe we should go to sleep.” He suggests feeling sleepy himself.

“No.” Luna groans and buries her face in the crook of his neck. “I’m comfy here.”

Matteo chuckles.

“Yeah,but if we fall asleep here we won’t only have sore back tomorrow but probably a cold too.” He tries to make her stand up, but she refuses.

“Bring it on.” She mumbles.

“No, no, no.” He says, finally succeeding in making her get up of the chair. “We are not missing our vacation with our friends just because you are too lazy to get up.

“Whatever.” She shakes her head and pulls her blanket over her back like cape.

“Hey,delivery girl.” He calls when she is about to go into the girl’s room.

She turns around with a adorable sleepy face and he pulls her closer to give her a soft kiss.

“Good night.” He whispers once they pull apart.  

“Good night.” She echoes with a  a small smile before going  into her room.

He stares at her back until she closes the door and then goes to his own room.

anonymous asked:

I need Sherlock. I'm freaking out until january, so during my final destination i want to fill my life with more angst, 88 and 16 maybe? 😊

Of course, my dear! But I feel like this turned out to be really really bad. I hope you still enjoy :)

Prompts here x

It had been a good year for you. The first time in your whole life you felt like everything was alright. No actual danger (You were living with Sherlock freaking Holmes- danger was his second name), John and Mary had gotten their beautiful baby daughter and best of all: Sherlock and you had become official. Like really, with a wedding certificate and everything.

Humming one of your favourite songs you entered 221b Baker Street and made your way up the stairs, trying to be not_ too_ loud. Your husband was on a case, after all. The moment you stepped into the living room, you knew something was wrong. And then you let your bag drop to the floor.

“Please tell me this isn’t true.”

You whispered in shock, tears already starting to burn in your eyes. Sherlock was laying on the sofa. With a syringe up his arm. He weakly opened his eyes and turned his head in your direction.

“Too much distraction. Need clarity for my case.”

You suppressed the sudden urge to punch him right into his far too beautiful face, knelt down next to the couch and took his hand. He pulled it away from you. “What happened?” Sherlock hadn’t been doing drugs in more than two years, so what caused him to start again?


He closed his reddened eyes again and curled up into a ball, just the way a little child would do it. You took a deep breath and stood up. Maybe a Holmes wasn’t easy to deal with, but this was your Holmes. And he surely wasn’t the only one messing things up from time to time, it had taken ages for your PTSD to get better.

You headed for the kitchen to get some water as you heard a loud thump in the living room. Without thinking you sprinted back, only to see Sherlock laying on the floor. A sudden calm took over your actions, just like back then when you still worked as a spy for the MI6. You took your phone, called 911, then John and finally allowed yourself to feel again. You immediately sank down next to your husband and started sobbing heavily, putting his head into your lap. For the glimpse  of a second, his eyes fluttered open and showed their beautiful ocean blue irises.  A single whispered sentence escaped his pale lips.

“Help me.”

Only a minute later the paramedics burst into the room, followed by a hysteric Mrs. Hudson and a very angry John. “Miss, we need you to let go of the man.” You stubbornly shook your head.

“Leave this to me, she’s not gonna leave him voluntarily.” John chimed in and the next thing you realised were his arms around you. “(Y/N). They need to take him away to help him, okay? You know how it goes. We’re gonna be directly behind, waiting for him as soon as he wakes up.” You nodded, though you hadn’t understood a single word of what he’d just said. All you could think of was Sherlock, and why he would choose to do something like this to himself again.

Weren’t you enough to make him happy?

It took him three days to wake up. Three long days, full of tears and unanswered questions. When they finally allowed visitors again, Mycroft suddenly showed up and demanded to see his dear brother. Normally you really liked your ex-boss and brother in law, but as he stood there with his content expression you just couldn’t bottle all of the built up rage inside of you anymore. You grabbed him by the collar, shoved him against the next wall and hit him straight into his nose.

“Did you tell him he doesn’t need me? Did you talk to him about all this ‘caring is not an advantage’ bullshit? And Mycroft Holmes, don’t you dare lying to me because you know bloody well that I can tell when you’re not telling the truth.” The man lowered his head and actually looked sorry- or hurt, but that probably came from the blue eye you’d just given him. “He is going to hurt you so bad one day that you won’t be able to forgive him anymore, (Y/N). You and me and everybody else knows that. I just want to protect you from something like that. My brother needs you, but you need _him _even more to make you feel alive. His loss would break you.” You still held him pressed against the wall, but more weakly with every second that passed. This fierce, anger-filled look in your eyes had also disappeared, replaced by tears.

God, how you hated Mycroft Holmes in this moment.

“You know he’s not right.” John appeared next to you and together you looked through the window at a sleeping Sherlock Holmes. “But he’s not wrong either.” His hand soothingly found yours and made you remember why John Watson was your best friend.. “Don’t say that.” “Come on, John, it’s Sherlock Holmes we’re talking about. He hurts people he’s close to, because that’s what he’s good at.” “I know it’s hard, but you need to keep in mind that he’s not doing all this stuff because he wants to.” “Sometimes it just feels like it.” You sighed and wiped your eyes. You were crying. Again. Sherlock Holmes truly was your weak spot.

“Continue doubting your husband for as long as you want, (Y/N), but let me tell you one thing. Remember Mycroft saying something about you needing him more than he needs you? Never in his life has this man been so wrong. Because Sherlock Holmes without you isn’t Sherlock Holmes.”

You looked through the window again and couldn’t help but smile lightly.

Maybe John Watson was right, after all.

Honey, I'm fine (Luke Hemmings Imagine, Part 3)

Alright. :) So many of you requested the part 3. So many that I didn’t even screenshoted the messages, because it would be long like a whole another post, haha. But I want you to know that I’m REALLY HAPPY about every single one. That’s what keeps me going. I love you guys, I love getting feedback/questions/critique/requests etc. :) I love interacting with you and this is all for you. I hope you enjoy it :) Let me know what you think ;) <3



A sharp sunshine peeked through the dark curtains which were separating you from the outer world and woke you up. You hated mornings. You were the grumpiest person in the world when it came to mornings. And you thought that you didn’t hate anything more than that. Until today. Sure. Waking up tired, with only few hours of sleep and then going to school, were you had to stay another 8 hours with annoying people is hard. But it didn’t compared a tiny bit to the feeling you were feeling right now. Not knowing where you were or what happened. Shaking, sweating, panicking…on the verge of passing out. Feeling used.

When the band finished their whole performance, you were still enjoying yourself with Caleb on the dance floor. You knew Luke was pissed. You could practically feel his eyes making a hole in your back from all the starry eyes he was giving you from the bar where he was now standing with the guys.

Caleb decided to order you two another round, so the two of you walked hand-in-hand to the bar.

“Would you mind if I steal your company for a moment?” Luke asked kindly while tapping on Caleb’s shoulder, while not even glancing down at you. Caleb looked at you for permission but you were fixing your eyes to the ground.

“Uhm, I mean, if it’s okay with her..”

“Oh I’m sure she doesn’t mind, do you (Y/N)? “ Luke looked at you with false sincerity and smiled flatly. You looked at Caleb.

“I’ll be right back.”  Caleb just nodded and ordered your drinks while you followed Luke to a less populated part of the club. Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into?  You thought to yourself.  Luke turned around on his heels and was facing you, looking you in the eyes as if he were looking for an answer to an unspoken question there. You decided to end the silence.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or wh-?”

“Look (Y/N) I’m sorry.” Well that was an unexpected change.  You raised your eyebrows as Luke continued, looking at you.

“I know I acted like a jerk and I wasn’t the best friend I could be and I’m sorry, okay? Will you please forgive me?” He looked at you through his lashed with those blue puppy eyes and a cute little pout.

“C’mon (Y/N). I miss my best friend. Forgive me? Please?”

“I miss you too, Luke.”  You said finally while smiling at the ground. Luke’s expression immediately softened as his smile widened from ear to ear as he grasped you in his embrace. You two shared a hug for a while until he pulled away.

“M’kay, now that we cleared that up…uhm…What the hell are you doing here with this…” he motioned his hand to Caleb standing by the bar, “…dickhead?”

You decided to ignore the part about your company being ‘dickhead’.

“Supporting you guys of cou-“  He cut you off.

“No, c’mon (Y/N). I’m not asking why you’re here. I’m asking why you’re here with him.”

“I’m here on a date with him, what does it look like?” You asked annoyed.

“That’s exactly what it looks like and that is the problem. He’s troubl-“

“Luke, you don’t decide who I’m dating!” You reminded him quickly.

“What happened to looking out for each other?”

“Well why don’t I ask you, huh? When I was looking out for you at the party, when you just made fun of me, huh? What happened to looking out for each other then?” You spazzed out.

Luke dropped his gaze, following with his head turning from side to side in disbelief.

“You know what? Fine. I thought we put this behind us, but I guess you didn’t. Just…do whatever.” He turned around but turned around quickly again to say one last thing to you. “But don’t call me then, expecting me to be your shoulder to cry on.”

 “Luke, wait up!”  But he didn’t. He got lost in the crowd of people. You slowly returned to the bar next to Caleb, quickly downed your drink and got in the cab with him, trying to forget about your fight with Luke.

You guessed it was your fault a little. Trusting people a little too much. Forgetting everything life taught you. Just think, how many times did they tell you, to never drink a drink if you don’t know what’s in it? You knew better. Yet, here you were, shaking; sweat forming on your forehead. You never thought you will ever get drugged simply because you thought that stuff like this don’t happen to people like you. But apparently it did.

Apparently it happens to people exactly like you. Trusting. Upset. Distraught. Caught up in the moment.

You realized what was happening to you in the very moment Caleb was trying to make a move on you in front of your house. You realized you didn’t want that and you were saying no, but just because you weren’t yourself at that moment, he thought you didn’t mean it. He thought that by “being willing” to get drugged, you were also willing to do this. But you weren’t. It felt like every inch of your body was fighting against you when you were pushing him off of your body. It felt like your body has given up on you.

You were taken back to reality by a soft knock on the door. Tears were streaming down your face as you were remembering the details of your previous night. You were on a bed in Ashton’s house, who was also the first name in your contacts. You managed to call him sneakily while Caleb was attacking you. You didn’t say anything that would give it away that you dialed his number. You were just saying stuff like “get off me” and “you really think no one is gonna notice you, trying to rape me in front of my own house”, hoping that Ash would catch on the clues and find you before you would be found dead by a police in a bush somewhere.

Ash actually caught up pretty quickly and since he only lived few blocks away from you, he was soon coming to your rescue.

This all happened took place a week ago, but it seemed like it was just yesterday to you. All the nightmares felt so vivid and every time you tried to shut your eyes for just a moment, there they were again, forcing you to relive it again and again.

Ashton knocked on the door again since you didn’t responded before and spoke up.

anonymous asked:

What about: I'm a broke college student and my roommate is having sex but I have nowhere else to go so I'm sleeping in the hallway and the hot RA catches me?

Stiles doesn’t really mind seeing the sock on the door for the fifth night in a row. It’s just. The librarians are keeping a close eye on how long he’s there after telling him that they’re not really allowed to let students sleep in the library for the night. Regulations aside, Stiles doesn’t really have anywhere else to go. He’s too far from Beacon Hills to crash at home. Scott is in Beacon Hills doing his internship for Deaton and going to community college down there. So Stiles has no choice.

He lies down on the floor next to his dorm room and stares at the ceiling. He can smell the weed and other things he doesn’t want to name that are seeped in the carpet and all he can think of is how pathetic his life is. This is where he’s at. This is what he’s spending thousands and thousands of dollars for. To sleep on the floor in front of his room because his roommate has a very active sex life and apparently can’t have sex anywhere else.

Okay, scratch that. He does mind seeing the sock on the door again. In fact, it fucking pisses him off. He’s seconds away from pounding on the door and letting himself in so he can sleep anyway. But he’s reluctant to piss off the dude he has to live with for the next three months. 

So he just curls up on the floor and tries to sleep.

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don’t wanna make it look like it’s no big deal

in which alex and maggie’s first kiss happens outside the bar and tastes of beer and maggie cares too much to let that be how it goes

1.7k words / also on ao3
inspired by @agtalexdanvers‘s post thank you for letting me write this!

They don’t talk much that night. Sometimes successful missions just leave them feeling way more tired than in a celebratory mood, especially when Alex is so sore that her arm hurts a bit just reaching for her drink.

She glances across the table. Maggie is distracted peeling the label off her almost empty beer bottle. Not her first bottle, by the way. They may have gotten a little carried away, if only because each other’s company in a non-professional setting was still more enjoyable than just going home and getting ready to start everything again at work tomorrow.

Alex is allowing herself a moment to appreciate Maggie’s face when she looks up and their eyes meet. She’s not drunk enough to admit why she was staring, but she thinks she should probably tell Maggie someday that she’s really pretty. Like, all the time, and that Alex doesn’t think she could ever get enough of looking at her. Another time, though. Tonight, Alex just gives her a sheepish smile and takes a sip of her own beer.

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