i'm sorry maybe i should have started this in the morning not right before i go to bed

Hey to all those people telling people “ it’s not so bad, just power through the cramps” when they're on their period because it’s not an excuse to miss school/work etc.!

I had bad cramps today, but I tried to “power through it” and went to class anyways, even though my grandmother had to drive me because I couldn’t walk to the bus.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to feel like I was going to throw up in the middle of my lecture, leaving to take a walk outside in the cold to try and clear my head, even though walking made my right side feel as though it was being ripped in two.

I tried to “power through it” when I started getting cold sweat all over my body, taking off my sweater and then putting it back on two seconds later because my body couldn’t decide if it was hot or cold.

 I tried to “power through it” when spots started to appear in my vision, and just kept walking towards the exit.

I tried to “power through it” when I started to dry heave, and started walking faster.

I tried to “power through it” when my ears started ringing and the spots took over my vision and I was so so hot but shivering and my side felt on fire and twisted into knots and stabbed all at once.

I tried to power through it to the point where I collapsed in the middle of my college hallway. A stranger brought me to Outreach Services, where I lay on the floor, vomiting, for an hour until somebody could pick me up and take me home.

The school paramedics told me that I had passed out because I put too much stress on my already taxed body. My body was taxed because of hormonal fluctuations and blood loss aka my period.

Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. In the past when I’ve had cramps like this, I’ve stayed in bed and eaten strawberries and watched MASH all day.

So don’t you DARE tell me that you should “power through the cramps and do it anyways”. Powering through made me pass out. Powering through made me have to be wheeled out of the school in a wheelchair because I couldn’t keep my balance to walk. Powering through made my grandmother with osteoporosis and a tendency to panic have to come pick me up from school and help me up the stairs and almost break her hip when I started to collapse backwards on the front steps. Powering through made my 13 year old brother have to supervise me while I took a bath because I was afraid I would pass out and drown (he was super sweet about it actually; we closed the curtain and he read me Voyage of the Dawn Treader). Powering through made my mother who works to support our family pretty much on her own have to take time off work to come home and make sure I was okay.

In conclusion; If someone feels crappy because of their period cramps, leave them alone. Don’t make them do things anyways, because you might make it worse. And definitely don’t make them feel bad for not wanting to do things because of cramps; that’s the reason I even got out of bed this morning. Be nice to people on their period. Possibly buy them chocolate or painkillers. Nut don’t make them do things when they have cramps, and definitely don’t tell them “it’s nothing, power through” because cramps? Cramps can be one of the worst things you could possibly imagine.

Seriously. Fuck you all.

anonymous asked:

Can you imagine Isak's face when he finds out about Evan's mums?Something like when Evan opened his locker in that iconic way.And maybe Evan didn't tell him, bc why it's completly normal and ok(and he's kind of bitch and loves teasing him)and when he brings him to a family dinner two sweet women rushed to hug Isak and give him kiss on cheek for greeting and Isak has that"what's happening"face( same when Evan kissed him after meeting the boy squad and "u r so hot Isak" sentence)&Evan is laughing

ok so, i lied. i made this into a (sort of?) fic. so, here’s 3k words of isak finding out even has two moms. i’m sorry.


Isak is maybe, possibly freaking out. Just a little bit. Not actual, full on anxiety that makes him feel like his heart is beating as fast as a hummingbird’s, but. He’s getting there.

Even had said it so naturally too, just what do you say we drop by tomorrow?, and he had actually looked kind of nervous, to his credit, but more about Isak’s answer than actually having him meet his fucking parents.

And of course it’s easy for Even, Isak has never once seen him uncomfortable in a social situation. Even when they were standing in the tram, stealing little glances at each other and smiling nervously, Isak too fucking shy around Even to say anything, Even had managed to smooth his way through it, awesome conversation, though. So it’s understandable he’s not nervous about hanging out with three people he loves. But Isak, he can’t even have lunch with his own parents without feeling incredibly uncomfortable, let alone his boyfriend’s. What would he even say? Hello, Mr and Mrs Næsheim, I sucked your son off in the shower the other day, congrats on the genes!

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Late Night Invasion

You were trying to sleep. Getting visited by your boyfriend’s younger brother was not part of the plan at two in the morning.

It was 2am, not really an ideal time for visitors. But you’d gotten used to Jason coming home at all hours of the night, usually with Roy hanging off of him. Usually a little closer to day light. They tried to be quiet- you had a morning job, after all. But still, you didn’t think much of the noise coming from your living room at this ungodly hour that you had been trying to sleep.

Even so, you got up, pulled on one of Jason’s hoodies, and grabbed the baseball bat he’d convinced you to keep by the bed when you told him no to the pistol. You weren’t overly concerned, but, well.. This is Gotham, and your boyfriend was a vigilante with a history as a dirty crime lord. Better safe than sorry, or so Jason kept telling you.

It wasn’t Jason in your apartment. There was no red headed archer stretched out on the couch fiddling with the remote, no smell of smoke or leather that always followed Jason back, and the voices that came from the kitchen were far too young. But you did know one of them.

In your kitchen, standing in the light of the open fridge, was one Damian Wayne. Ten year old assassin, current Robin, and Jason’s youngest, most combative brother. Who happened to love your cookies and treated you with a vague semblance of respect- he’d never tried to stab you, at least. You didn’t know if that meant he didn’t see you as family, or if he liked you- it was hard to say. But you’d never expected him to show up in your apartment.

Didn’t even know he knew where it was.

You flicked on the kitchen light, and took note of the scrawny red head that stood by the fridge. He was thin, small and freckled with clothes that were too big. In the sudden burst of light he squinted. You did too, who thought making lights so bright was a good idea?

Damian showed no reaction. Just turned his masked face to you, staring through the white lenses, expression smug. “[Y/Barton], I expected a better reaction time. I could have killed you long before you found us.”

“Damian…” the red headed boy spoke, his tone chastising. Damian did not look chastised.

Giving a tired sigh, and wishing you’d stayed in bed, you set the bat aside, “What are you doing here, Damian? Does your dad know where you are?”

It was a school night, so you knew Damian should be at home by now. Though you’d heard he’d taken to disappearing during patrols a lot recently, coming home cery late at night.

Your eyes slid over to the scrawny red head, and you wondered if he was the reason. The way he stood, beside Damian, not hiding behind him despite the timidness of his voice made you think he might be.

“Father is busy, and I have need of your… Accommodations.” Damian looked around the small kitchen like he thought something might try to bit him. It was a safe bet, Roy did leave weird gadgets laying around.

“What….?”

“Colin needs a place to stay the night.” Damian motioned to the boy behind him, “He doesn’t feel comfortable at my home, so I thought Todd’s dismal home might be a compromise.”

You found yourself staring at the two, confused. For his part, Colin looked surprised too. He wasn’t as readable as a kid should be, but having grown up in the narrows yourself, you knew how to read the tiny signs. The way his brow furrowed and how he looked at Damian. This wasn’t a thing they’d discussed. You felt at least a little better knowing the kid was just as much in the dark as you were.

“Damian, you can’t break into my apartment-”

“Todd is always breaking into Father’s home.”

This was very true. Jason had taken to slipping into Wayne Manor whenever he so chose- but mostly because he liked to test the security and Alfred would frequently meet him in the kitchen. It would be a lie to say you did not benefit from those meetings- hell you had a drawer full of tupperware and currently a jar full of oatmeal white chocolate chip cookies that Jason and Roy were slowly working their way through as benefit from those break ins. But it was the principle of the matter. Just because Jason needed to break in to pretend to be a nuisance just to spend time with Alfred and check the mansions security so he could sleep at night did not mean you wanted Damian breaking into your apartment at all hours of the night- unless someone was dying. The lack of blood told you no one was dying.

“Be that as it may-” You started, only to be cut off again.

“And it is very cold tonight.”

Your eyes narrowed, a tight feeling forming in your chest. You knew he was right, it was very cold at night in Gotham still, the heat of summer was a long way off. That didn’t mean you were particularly okay with this anyway.

“Did you ask Colin what he wants to do?” You let your eyes flicker to the red headed boy. He looked so small in his too big clothes, scrawny in a way you knew most kids in Gotham were if they weren’t rich.

“It’s too cold to sleep outside.” Damian had that tone that said he wouldn’t bend on this. It was the same tone you’d heard Jason use on Roy sometimes, you’d even heard Bruce use it once. It was the Stubborn Bat Voice that allowed no room for argument. “He can’t get back into the Orphanage tonight.”

Rubbing between your eyes, you gave a soft sigh. It was far too late for this and you really hadn’t signed up for it. You were wishing you’d stayed in bed. What was Jason going to say when he got home? You needed coffee.

“I don’t think I should stay here, Damian…” Colin spoke up, drawing your eye. He ducked a bit, eyes darting around, “I mean, I can find somewhere safe, it’s okay.”

Damian opened his mouth to say something, and you beat him to it.

“You can stay the night here, Colin.” You offered him a tired smile, and he didn’t seem inclined to trust you, “You both can stay here tonight. It’s late, and the bed is big enough for you both.”

You expected Damian to disagree, you knew he didn’t share well. But he didn’t, instead he looked smug, like he’d planned it exactly. He probably had. You had fallen into his trap, and it was just too late to deal with this kind of crap. You’d let Jason deal with it in the morning. “Get a snack, clean up any mess then go to bed in the guest room. I’ll wake you both in the morning.”

If Jason didn’t beat you to it.

With that said, you picked up your baseball bat, turned and went back to your room. Dropping the bat with a heavy thud, you flopped on the bed and pulled Jason’s pillow closer. You’d deal with everything else in the morning. Maybe.

anonymous asked:

"We slept in the same bed for space reasons but now we’re just waking up and there’s something about your bleary eyes and mussed hair" prompt for malec?? Ily

When Alec’s alarm starts buzzing on his bedside table, he flings a hand out to get it to stop. Only, it’s not his alarm and it takes him a second to remember that he’s not the only one in this bed.

“Sorry,” Magnus croaks out from beside him, reaching out to silence the noise coming from his phone. “I usually remember to turn it off when I have no clients.”

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8 with 2d!! <3

(She’s Not Afraid - One Direction)

2D

Who knew this situation would turn out like this?

It was supposed to simply be a friend with benefits situation, he had suggested it in the first place, you had agreed to it, it seemed everything would just turn out fine. Except Murdoc had rolled his eyes at him and told him friends with benefits never turn out well, one person gets too invested (Murdoc said he’d bet money on it being 2D) and the other breaks it off because they never wanted the heavy load of an actual relationship to begin with. You were supposed to be able to sleep with other people, see other people, and leave on amicable terms without any trouble.

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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.

Yoosung

  • 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.

Zen

  • 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

  • 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.

Jumin

  • 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.

Saeyoung

  • 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.)

Saeran

  • 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.

Vanderwood

  • 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.

dantea  asked:

College au? I'll let your creativity run free from there ;D (also what the heck, I'm planning on my major/minor to be English too?)

College Freshmen Are Loud

Read it on ao3!  & send in a prompt!

Summary: The noise in Dan’s dorm hall is cutting into his sleep. Phil provides a solution

Word Count: 1.9k

Notes: thank u, ryanne. I love college aus :(( (we should talk majors)

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come home // nurseydex

a/n: thank u to everyone who reblogged/commented/responded to in any way my last fic!! it was so nice to read and i’m gonna try to publish scraps of stuff more often. anyways - 4.7k about nursey getting mugged and boys being domestic. 

7:47

Dex gets the call in the middle of a nap and despite seeing the ridiculous shirtless selfie  of Nursey in Ransom’s white Snapback flash across his screen, he answers the call, mumbling a bleary and vaguely frustrated “hello?” into the mouthpiece. If this is another rant about Jeff Bezos, he swears to fucking god–

“Uh… hey, Will.”

Will?

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Christmas Surprise (Sam Drake x Reader) SFW

Originally posted by iwasborntobereal

A/N-I was wanting this to be uploaded yesterday but I was away all day at a Christmas dinner/party and didnt get back till 1am…but here you go!

Description: Sam is away on another job, you don’t know how long for, so you spend some of the christmas period with the rest of your new family. You get a call from Sam and he says he will still be away over Christmas, maybe even the new year, but little did you know that he has a surprise for you on Christmas day!

Stepping out of the car, you open the trunk and grab a bunch of bags; Christmas presents for Nate, Elena and Cassie, mainly Cassie.

You have traveled to Nate and Elena’s for Christmas, alone. Sam is away on a job, which he has needed up being away longer than expected, but you are expecting to have a Skype call with him later tonight, which you are excited for; having not heard his voice in nearly a month.

You reach the front door and knock.

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Fucked Up, I'm Black and Blue

Title: Fucked Up, I’m Black and Blue

Characters: Reader, Jensen, Jared

Summary: can I request a fic where the reader is an actor on the show (like 18ish) and the cast are really protective when they find out her boyfriend has been hitting her and she’s upset and fluff and stuff. I love your writing

Word Count: 1300

Warnings:
Abusive relationship, cursing

A/N: 
This was requested by and anonymous… Hope you like it :) AND if you’re going through something like this, please speak up! No one deserves this!


The alarm rang on your phone and you groaned, moving to stop it. Once you saw the time you realized that was actually your fourth alarm, you were late; you should be leaving to set right now. You got up and ran to the bathroom, taking a quick shower and not even washing your hair, leaving that to the hair & makeup crew. You got your clothes and began dressing, looking in the mirror you saw all the bruises covering your body. Some black and blue, reminding you of the night before and some green, from a week ago. Tears welled up in your eyes from the thought of how weak you were near him, letting him do those things to you, but you shook them aside and finished getting ready. You got out of your bedroom for the first time that day and got knocked with memories of what happened a few hours ago.

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Husbands for Us

Philip x Female Reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2480

Request: Could I gets some Phillip fluff + angst where its the night before his duel and he sneaks to the readers house to cuddle and talk about the future and the next day he leaves her a note telling her that he needed to defend her honor and his father’s.

A/N: DON’T BLAME ME; BLAME THE REQUEST.

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A Better Idea

Title: A Better Idea

Prompt: “How long have you been standing there?” (From @daydreamingintheimpala - hope you like it, dear!)

Word Count: 1657

Warnings: A little fluffy, a little cliche.

Summary: You visit the bunker for the first time and Dean finds you dancing in the library – in boy shorts and one of his flannel shirts.

To you, there was nothing better than hunting in the Fall. The leaves turning, the smell of pumpkin and apples and burning fires in the air.

Particularly when that fire was burning the remains of some terrible witch who had been preying on the hearts of young children for the last month.

Okay, so that sounded more than a little psychotic, but the witch-bitch got what she deserved.

Once the hunt was done, you put in a phone call to your good friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. You were due for a break, and ever since they had told you about their new abode, you had been dying to see the Men of Letters’ bunker. Just thinking about all the juicy lore that had to be stored there … It was better than a witch on fire.

It took almost a full day to get to Lebanon, Kansas. By the time you arrived, it was into the wee hours of the morning. Dean met you outside, the need for sleep dulling the usual shine in his green eyes that had so often greeted you. He pulled you quickly into the bunker.

“My stuff …” you muttered quietly.

“Get a shirt out of my closet,” he instructed, his voice hoarse with that same need for sleep that dulled his eyes. “Sammy and I are deep in research.”

“I could help …” Another feeble statement; Dean’s smirk told you that he knew how tired you were.

He put an arm around your shoulders and guided you gently to his room. “Y/N, you’ll pass out before you even make it to the library. I promise, Sam and I are just gonna get to a stopping point, then we’re going to bed. I’ll sleep on the couch tonight, you take my bed. Pancakes in the morning?”

You nodded eagerly. If you weren’t so tired, you would have asked for those pancakes now. Dan kissed your forehead – not an action you took lightly, but not one you read too much into, either – and you smiled a ‘good night’ as he disappeared down the hall. You retreated into his room, closing the door behind you.

After selecting one of Dean’s flannel button-ups that you had been secretly harboring the desire to sleep in at some point in your life, you shed everything but your black boy shorts, donned the flannel, and buried your tired body under the covers. The blankets and the pillow smelled like Dean; his shaving cream and after-shave, his soap, his shampoo. The telltale leather and whiskey was there, too. Thinking back to the night you realized you had a wicked crush on the man, when the two of you stayed up late, sharing secrets and baring your souls to each other over a bottle of Jameson, you realized how much you really wanted to be in Dean’s bed. And not just in the naughty schoolgirl way, either. You let your crush have full reign tonight, and it conjured up images of falling asleep next to Dean, his arms wrapped tight around your body, keeping you warm and safe.

Morning came quickly, but life on the road had you used to getting little sleep. You had planned to take a few days in the bunker, so sleep could wait. You wanted to see that library.

And your stomach was growling for pancakes.

Not thinking much of it, you made a direct beeline out into the open area of the bunker. Everything seemed still and quiet, so you took the opportunity to explore. After only a few minutes, you found the bunker’s library and, like Belle in Beast’s castle, quickly became enchanted by the shelves and shelves of books.

“This is the coolest thing I’ve ever seen,” you squealed out to yourself as you went for your phone and headphones. You started your favorite playlist – the perfect background noise to all the lore you were about to binge on.

All the new knowledge had you amped up, for lack of better words. You had always been a good student, anxious to learn and absorb as much knowledge and possible. That was one reason why you and Sam got along. It was the fact that you most loved learning about old American muscle cars and fighting the evils of the world that aided in your friendship with Dean.

One of your favorite songs came on, and you started to dance as you read a thick volume on demon possession. Somehow your excitement over being here in the bunker made you forget that you weren’t there alone; you closed the book and hugged it to your chest as you belted out the words to the song and grooved your way over the library floor.

Almost all of the way through the song, you twirled, catching the view of someone standing in the doorway.

There was Dean, still in sweats and a t-shirt, sock feet, and bedhead. He looked slightly shocked, seeing you in your morning state, not yet dressed. You dropped the book to the floor with a resounding thud, and tossed your phone and headphones to the nearby table.

“How long have you been standing there?” You gulped hard.

“Long enough to see your little performance.” An adorable pink tinged his cheeks. Maybe he was a little embarrassed, too.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized quickly. “You and Sam were still asleep, and I really wanted to check this place out.”

Seemingly recovered, Dean waved off your apology. “I’m glad you found something to entertain yourself. I’m going to start on breakfast – you wanna help?”

You nodded eagerly. “I’ll go throw on some clothes and meet you in the kitchen.”

“Your bag is still in your car, your pants from last night had witch bits on them, and I’m not letting you outside dressed like that.” He motioned with his hand from your shoulders to your knees. “I’ll get your bag for you after breakfast. Don’t worry, Y/N; you ain’t got nothin’ Dean Winchester hasn’t seen before.”

You rolled your eyes at his use of the third person and general cockiness, but followed him to the kitchen just the same. Hoisting yourself up on the counter next to the electric griddle, you dipped a finger into the pancake batter already mixed and ready to cook.

“I came in here to start cooking and thought I heard something in the library,” Dean explained. “I didn’t expect to see you practicing your audition for the Rockettes in there.”

Another eye roll. “Very funny. I was just excited about being here. This place is really amazing, Dean.”

“It is,” he agreed; the smile he flashed you seemed to be a little much for that agreeance, but you shrugged it off. “I’m glad you’re liking it. Maybe you’ll stick around for a while.”

You tilted your head. “Well, yeah, I was planning on being here for a few days.”

“Plan on wearing my shirts to bed the whole time you’re here?” Dean asked, dropped the first spoonful of batter on the griddle.

You bit your bottom lip out of nervousness. “No. I have pajamas. You told me last night …”

“Relax,” Dean told you with a wink. “I like seeing you in my shirt. And those little shorts – damn, Y/N. You have to warn a guy if you’re going to work him up like that, first thing in the morning.”

You shook your head; were you really hearing this? It made you feel a little cocky, to be honest. You watched him flip the pancake and add another spoonful not too close to the first on the griddle.

“Am I hearing you correctly? Dean Winchester – who just five minutes ago told me I haven’t got anything he hasn’t seen – is a little worked up seeing little ole me in his shirt and some tight little shorts?”

Dean cleared his throat as he slid the first pancake onto a plate, and checked the readiness of the other. Two more pancakes went onto the griddle.

“I’m just saying, it isn’t like I get a lot of action. You’re a pretty girl. Seeing you like that, you know, it gets a guy going. I’m sure it’ll do the same for Sam.”

“Except for the fact that you’ve been attracted to her for like a year now,” Sam piped up, coming into the kitchen and going straight to the fridge. He drank the milk right out of the carton. “Morning, Y/N.”

“Morning, Sam,” you returned, smirking a thanks at him for this newest information.

He winked back at you. “Wouldn’t have mentioned it if I hadn’t recently noticed that the attraction was mutual. Going for a run. See you guys in a bit.”

Now it was your turn for pink cheeks as Sam left the room, and you and Dean were left to face each other. He avoided your eyes and you looked anywhere but at him. While you should have both been happy to know the feeling was mutual, it was somehow awkward. Finally, Dean broke the silence.

“So … that night in Tempe? The deep talk?” he asked.

You nodded. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what did it for me.”

“Me too,” he shrugged, flipping the last of the pancakes from the griddle to the plate. There was still more batter, but his attention was currently diverted from breakfast. “You know, doesn’t mean we have to do anything about it. Could be just a thing. Not like a fling thing, but just a fact. We dig each other, that’s it.”
“Yeah, I mean, that makes the most sense, really.”

The bunker was silent for a few moments, except for Sam bounding up the stairs and out the door for his run. The second the door closed, however, Dean had you off the counter and swung you into his arms, settling you on the nearby table for better leverage as his lips pressed into yours.

“Or,” he grinned against your mouth, “we could do something about it.”

When Dean’s lips again contacted yours, you decided that was definitely a better idea.

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
  • ---------------------
  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes

bethacaciakay  asked:

Think you can do CS + 78 prompt?

I feel like I’m getting sloppier with these, yikes. anyway, I hope this is alright! <3

78. “I do not snore, do I?” “Like a chainsaw.”

Emma doesn’t know how she got here. They’re all sitting sprawled all over David, Kristoff and Killian’s shared apartment. It’s the middle of the night (or, early in the morning), they’ve all had too much to drink in celebration of the end of the semester and somehow they’re discussing sleeping habits.

She thinks it started with Mary Margaret talking about how David steals all the blankets. But she could be mistaken.

It circles back around to him and he mentions how Emma snored growing up.

“I do not snore,” she looks at Ruby, hoping her roommate will come to her aid, “do I?”

“Like a chainsaw,” Killian mumbles from his place on the couch. She’s been trying to ignore him ever since she got here, and his voice makes it abundantly harder to do just that. The feeling of his eyes on her, that’s another thing, too.

“Fuck you,” she replies automatically, without turning to him.

“Oh darling, I wish you would,” he drawls out.

She doesn’t hate Killian Jones. It’s just that she slept with him the one time and no matter how hard she’s tried to get him out of her head, she can’t. So she retaliates the only way she knows how: like an overgrown child. It’s easy when he does the same, in, well, a bit more suggestive way.

David makes a noise of annoyance and shoots Killian a hard look before making an excuse to go to the kitchen.

“Wait, how do you know she snores?” Ruby sits up, and Emma swears she sees her ears actually perk up.

“I do not snore.”

“Shut up, Emma.” Ruby doesn’t take her eyes off Killian. “Well?”

And now Emma’s got a lump in her throat, knowing full well this is the moment he spills their secret. It was supposed to be a one time thing that they never talked about again. But Killian just loves pushing her buttons and pissing her off, so when he opens his mouth to answer, she’s sure he’s about to fuck her over. (Again. But, in a less pleasurable way this time.) (She’s really got to get him out of her head.)

“She passed out on our couch after too many drinks once,” he lies. “That’s not a noise one easily gets out of his bloody head.” He proceeds to make a snoring noise that’s supposed to be what she sounds like, and it makes Kristoff and Mary Margaret laugh.

She does look at him then, his mouth quirked up from one corner but no real joy in his eyes. She hates that she knows what he’s feeling just by the look on his face. What she doesn’t know is why he didn’t just out her to Ruby, knowing she’d tear her down like the wolf she is.

She spends the rest of the night a little more subdued, caught a little too much in her head. It doesn’t take too long before everyone starts falling asleep, either in their places or on the couches or beds.

Killian steps into the kitchen to pour himself a little more rum from the bottle he takes out from the cabinet. Emma follows him into the dimly lit room, a quiet humming from the fridge surrounding them.

“Why didn’t you tell her?” Emma says softly, but with a hint of accusation in her tone. All her life people have taken advantage of her, the poor orphan girl. She doesn’t like the idea that she might owe him for this.

“Tell whom what?” he asks, the smartass, as he down his glass in one go.

Emma finds herself by his side without knowing she’s actually moved. She blames the whiskey. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Killian sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. After a moment, he says, “Despite what you think, Swan, I’m not a complete arse.”

“I don’t think that.” Killian scoffs. “Okay, sometimes I do.” He gives her a look that says I told you so, and it takes all of her not to roll her eyes. “Well, thanks, for not saying anything, I mean.”

“I’m a man of my word, love. Besides, I have no doubt you’d murder me with an actual bloody chainsaw if I ever went against what you’ve asked of me.” His mouth lifts up, eyes devoid of emotion once again.

She doesn’t hate Killian Jones. She’d actually much rather have his real smiles than the fake ones he pastes on for the rest of their friends. For her quite often. She’d much rather have them pressed up against her mouth, her neck, the inside of her thighs.

Emma’s sure this isn’t the right way to act around someone you kind of sort of like. And definitely not someone you want to sleep with again. In the moment it takes for his smile to drop and for him to just stare at her, she realises just how badly she wants him.

And she could blame the whiskey, but she knows it wouldn’t be the whole truth. So when she pulls him by the collar of his sweater, and meets his lips with her own, she knows it’s all on her.

“Emma?” he asks roughly when she pulls back.

“I promise not to snore this time,” she whispers, hoping he’ll understand where she’s going with this.

Killian’s hands slip from her waist to her hands to pry them off, and she suddenly feels like an idiot. He isn’t nice to her, because he doesn’t like her. What made her think he’d want to sleep with her again?

“I can’t do this again, Swan.” She’s trying to pull her hands out of his grasp slowly, staring at his chin so she doesn’t meet his gaze. He bends down to catch her eyes, and she stills because all she can make out is longing. “If I do then I’m afraid I won’t be able to stop. And you can’t give me what I want from you.”

“What’s that?” she asks meekly after a few moments of stuttering silence.

“Everything. I want all of you, Emma.”

She furrows her brows and he lets her go, taking a step back. “Well you sure have a funny way of showing it.”

He scoffs out a laugh. “And you’d have responded so well to my pining, aye?” He runs a hand through his hair. “Apologies, I should be getting to bed.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” she blurts out, and he halts, his back to her. She’s thought about it more than once, dating Killian. She’s just never let herself want it. They were kind of friends before their one-time-fuck-buddy thing turned them into whatever the hell they are now. But there are parts of him that are so much like her that she thinks she knows him without actually knowing him, already.

“Pardon?” He turns around.

“You, me, the whole thing.”

“Emma, this isn’t a joke.”

She steps forward and slides her hands up his chest, resting close enough to feel his erratic heartbeat. “You’re so frustrating, isn’t this what you want?”

“I don’t want you to regret it.”

She inches closer. “Just shut up and kiss me.”

He does.

And when she wakes up in the morning in his arms, she snuggles closer and feels his arms tighten around her waist. It doesn’t scare her like she thought it would, and as Killian places soft kisses down the back of her neck, she feels his smile on her skin. She realizes that just maybe she wants all of him, too.

trekdreams  asked:

Okay so I'm a sucker for grumpy doctor!McCoy and clumsy injured!Jim. Maybe something where Jim has to go to Bones for some sort of ongoing therapy, and they start secretly falling for each other. Then one day Jim turns up to find that Bones has referred him to another doctor (he feels he can't treat Jim due to his inappropriate feelings for him). Jim is sad but eventually tracks Bones down and confronts him and please can there be a kiss at the end? Thank you :)

Sorry this took so long!

  • Bones has had a few setbacks in his life recently. He’s divorced, he lost the custody battle over his daughter due to his drinking, and then he gets demoted at work on top of that. “Just temporarily,” Uhura explains, and she looks genuinely compassionate, “we don’t want to lose you, you’re the best surgeon we have, but you need to focus on yourself first.” And just like that, Leonard has to focus on therapy for other patients. It doesn’t make sense to Bones at the time - how should he take care of other people if he can’t take care of himself? - but Uhura promises it’s good for him, and that is that.
  • His first patient is Jim Kirk, a soldier who took a bullet to the back to save his team. For many months, Jim has been bedridden. Paralyzed, not expecting him to ever walk again. But then feeling in his toes started coming back, and Bones shows up for his first session. That time, Jim is still in bed. He looks skinnier than on his photos, his hair messy like he’s only just woken up. “Morning, doc,” Jim says. “Mr. Kirk,” Bones replies with a stiff nod. He’s not here for small talk. So he goes straight to work. Hands gentle on Jim’s legs, fingertips dipping in his skin. “Let me know when it hurts,” Bones says. He’s just touching all those muscles, massaging them a little, and applying a bit of force to them. Jim doesn’t say anything, but Bones can tell by the way he cringes and winces that he’s definitely not comfortable. “You gotta be honest with me,” Bones says with a sigh, quickly reminded of why he prefers near dead patients over the therapy he used to enjoy a lot. “How honest?” Jim asks, soft laugh coming out more like a breathless whimper. “Very honest.” “Okay, I think you’re incredibly attractive.” Bones grits his teeth at the man’s joke, squeezing his leg just a little harder to hear Jim gasp. 
  • Jim is sitting up straight the second time Bones visits him. His hair is styled somewhat, at least, and he’s smiling. “What’s up, doc?” “How are your legs today?” Bones asks, straight to the point. “They are not moving by themselves.” Jim says, reaching out with his hands to grab on to his legs, and he pulls them up a little, but he looks incredibly uncomfortable when he does so. “We’ll work on it.” Bones promises. 
  • And slowly, Jim is progressing. Bones spends an hour twice a day; once in the morning, and once in the late afternoon. Jim is always trying to talk to him rather than actually work on his legs, because he seems to be in pain every time. “You’re gonna have to get out of your comfort zone if you want to walk again,” Bones says, helping Jim sit up with his legs over the edge of his bed. “I don’t want to do those stretching exercises,” Jim says, “it feels like we’re not getting anywhere. Sometimes, you gotta run before you can walk.” Bones is about to ask him what that means in this case, but he finds out soon enough when Jim pushes himself off bed to stand up straight. Of course, his legs give in almost immediately, and Bones quickly wraps both his arms around him to keep him up. “Are you insane?” Bones asks, and Jim’s ignoring the tears in his eyes - too in pain to focus on what Bones is saying. Bones helps him sit back down, barely resisting the urge to slap this idiot in the face.
  • But after two weeks of pushing himself and falling nearly every time, Jim is standing on his own legs again. Not for very long, and he can’t really make himself take any steps, but he’s standing. And he looks so proud. He calls his mom almost immediately after, and somehow, that tugs at Bones’ chest in a way he hasn’t felt in a while. “I think I can go back to surgery now,” he tells Uhura, who leans back in her chair and raises an eyebrow at him. “Because you got a stubborn soldier to stand up straight for a few seconds? You’re barely standing up yourself. Your breath still smells like alcohol. You’re lucky I’m not putting you in rehab.” Bones rolls his eyes. “I guess that’s a no, then.” “You guessed right.”
  • “I am actually an oncologist,” Bones tells Jim. They’re both sitting on Jim’s bed, sharing vending machine sodas and chips, “and an immunologist.” “Yeah? What are you doing trying to get me standing on my legs?” Jim asks, munching on his chips. “My boss don’t think I’m emotionally stable,” Bones says, realizing how that sounds, so he adds a quick “or whatever.” Jim raises an eyebrow. "My ‘boss’ didn’t think me emotionally stable, either,“ Jim says, “always said I was a ‘kid with no discipline’.  I guess sometimes bosses can be right.” “You literally took a bullet to save someone’s life,” Bones says, “I don’t think your captain could’ve been more wrong.” Jim’s lips curl into a soft smile. “Anyone would’ve done it.” “I think you’re wrong there,” Bones says. “I think hardly anyone would. That’s brave.” “So is admitting you’re emotionally unstable,” Jim points out, and Bones huffs a little. 
  • Jim’s pretty skilled in a wheelchair. Incredibly fast, and incredibly annoying to catch. How does someone in a wheelchair get so good at hide and seek? Bones catches Jim eventually, pushing him towards one of the therapy rooms. “I’m taking this thing away from you if you keep leaving your room,” Bones warns him sternly, but Jim just grins. He grins less so when Bones puts him to work. He helps him on his feet, then makes him walk on crutches. After just a few steps, Jim’s sweating, complaining, and though he doesn’t want to give up, it takes a few minutes until Bones has to wrap his arms around him and guide him back in his chair. “You giving up that easily?” Bones asks, and Jim actually manages to kick Bones’ leg, though he immediately regrets doing so. Bones crouches down, both his hands on Jim’s legs. “I’m going to get you walking again.” He says. “I promise.” “That’s easy for you to say,” Jim says, “I’m the one doing all the hard work here.” And Bones laughs, helping Jim back up on his feet slowly.
  • Bones has other patients. But none tug his heartstrings as much as Jim does. Jim is quirky, he’s stubborn as hell. Whenever Bones isn’t with him, Jim’s texting him. Even in the middle of the night, Bones receives a ‘so I tried to walk on my own and I’m on the floor in the shower can you call me a nurse?’ But rather than actually calling a nurse, Bones is there to pick him back up on his feet. “Did you lose your mind? You didn’t even bring your crutches!” Bones hisses, and Jim wraps his arms around Bones’ shoulder as the other drags him back to bed. “What are you still doing here? It’s midnight,” Jim says, sliding back down in bed and smiling almost fondly as Bones tucks him in. Bones shrugs, but Jim looks at him and expecting an answer. “I don’t like being home,” Bones says. Jim looks at him curiously, shifting a little and patting his bed so Bones can sit next to him. “No, that’s okay.” “Sit.” And so Bones sits down next to him. It’s maybe the first time Bones opens up to anyone about his failed marriage. How he’s over his wife, sure, they had grown apart a year before they even decided to divorce. But it still sucks to be alone. And it sucks not to be with his daughter. That, and he’s gotta make sure the other doctors don’t mess up surgeries. Jim listens intently and nods. “I understand,” he says. “I’m afraid to go home, too. It’s gonna be empty, and alone. And I definitely don’t want my mom to move in with me for a while.” He laughs casually, his hand is resting on Bones’ leg and it’s definitely distracting. “You’re handsome enough to get yourself a pretty girl to take care of you,” Bones says, and Jim huffs a little. ”Here I have a handsome doctor. I like that better,” he says. Bones catches his gaze, and immediately he wishes he hadn’t. Because Jim is staring at him with these big, curious eyes, that mischievous spark as visible in his gaze as it is in that smirk on his face. And before he can even stop himself, he’s leaning in closer. Jim does, too, until their lips touch and Jim’s hands immediately slide around his shoulder, pulling him in closer and not letting him go.
  • “I can’t work with Jim anymore,” Bones tells Uhura. “You gotta transfer his care over to Sulu. He’s more than capable. I’ll take any other patient, but I can’t do Jim.” “Why not?” Uhura asks. Bones starts making up a bullshit reason about Jim being an insufferable piece of shit, but Uhura sees right through that, so Bones sighs. “It’s inappropriate. I like him. Doctors and patients are not supposed to…” “Okay,” Uhura says. “Okay?” “Yeah. I’ll transfer him to Sulu.” Uhura says, and Bones is fairly sure that’s a smug smile she’s seeing. Like she knew this would happen, all along. “Thanks,” Bones says, somewhat stiffly. “McCoy?” Uhura continues, watching Bones getting up from his seat, “we’d love to have you back as a surgeon.” “Thanks,” Bones repeats, “but, uh, I think I’m quite enjoying this therapy thing.”
  • “Dude, what the Hell?” Jim demands next time Bones sees him. “You got me a different doctor?” “Yeah,” Bones replies, rubbing the back of his neck a little. “Hey, but you walked all the way to my office to come and talk to me, that’s impressive.” “Why did you refer me to a different therapist?” “Sulu is good,” Bones says. “I don’t care that he’s good. I don’t need any other doctor,” Jim replies. He stumbles over to Bones’ desk and sits down. Bones definitely detects his heavy breathing, and the way his hands are trembling. “I can’t work with you anymore,” Bones says, and Jim looks shocked. “Why not?” “Because. We kissed. It’s inappropriate-” “Who cares?” “Hospital regulation cares,” Bones says. He gets up, Jim looks both angry and confused at the same time. “I’m happy to help you,” Bones continues, “but I can’t do so as your therapist.” “But why not,” Jim presses. “Because,” Bones says, “I want to kiss you. I want to take you out to my favorite bar, and I want to make you feel less alone in that empty apartment of yours. I don’t want to be your doctor.” And Jim stares at him in shock. He reaches out, grabbing the collar of Bones’ coat, and he pulls him in for another kiss. It’s something Bones is happy to give back to him. “You’re gonna have to help me back to my room though, Bones,” Jim says when he pulls away. “I’ll ask Sulu.” “No,” Jim says, getting up on his feet with some struggle, and he groans at how heavy his legs feel. “Help me back to my room. Not as my doctor; as my date.” “This is your definition of a date?” Bones asks, sliding an arm around Jim’s back as they slowly exit Bones’ office. “We’ll get some vending machine snacks, we’ll make out a lot. Yeah, that’s a date.” “That’s a terrible date,” Bones laughs, “can I still change my mind on liking you?” “No,” Jim says, and he’s leaning in to kiss Bones’ cheek, “no takebacks.” 

THIS IS NOT THE END. Now that I’ve got that out of the way you can all read this chapter. There’s one more part to go which I will hopefully finish tomorrow - if I don’t fall asleep. Honestly I’ve lost so much sleep writing this and I don’t regret a minute. Anyway! Enjoy, @sxnali, @animefreak808@cosmichorse95, and @doctor13th. See you soon!

Prompt: you write loki so well, it’s amazing!

Oh gosh I’m so sorry I haven’t been able to keep up with the updates to stolen BUT I’ve had a catch up and I’m up to date and I’m so happy Loki is making the first THANK YOU C=

Steve casually picking up a banana when Thor explains he’s interested in guys… perfection! Also loved the new update, ♥ keep going!

Stolen (Part 12)

Part 11

You attempted to keep your eyes open as you waited for the kettle to boil. You stood with your back to Loki who was doing who knows what. You had assigned him a plain china mug that looked horribly boring in comparison to your personal mug (which bore the emblem of your Hogwarts house).

The kitchen may have been intact but a horrible draft swum through the air nonetheless. The central heating did nothing to squash the arctic temperatures of the nearby rooms that still lacked windows. You rolled your shoulders a couple of times to dispel a shiver.

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cleganegirl  asked:

Hi, I must say I love the Sandor imagine you wrote and I'm just wondering if I could request one? If not that's absolutely cool! I just want one full fluff and maybe him eventually getting to be happy. I don't have a real plot maybe their first time saying I love you or something? If it's not too much trouble. Thank you!

More Than Meets The Eye (Sandor Clegane Imagine)

You could say I was a little taken back when they first entered. We don’t get many new faces around here, much less an odd pair like them. A young girl roughed up to try and look a boy, accompanied by a man who must have towered above every person he has ever met.

The others sitting about the inn seemed a tad shocked as well but their shock seemed to be more out of fear. He would have been intimidating with his sheer size alone but he also happens to have some tremendous scars on his face. I for some reason don’t find the them to be horrific but rather intriguing. I know not every beast of a man is a beast on the inside as well.

“Have (y/n) greet them.” One of the other workers pipes as they all huddle near the bar. The others quickly begin to viciously nod in agreement, desperately hoping not to have to go themselves.

“I’ll go, I don’t mind.” I voice as I leave the three other girls and make my way across the room. “Hello.” I chime as I stop by the table sitting our newcomers. “Welcome you two. Is there anything I could get for you?”

The girl and I lock eyes and she gives me surprised smile. “Uh hello?! Um some stew would be nice if you have any?” She offers. I return her grin and then look to the man. “Oh for him an ale will do. For now anyways.” I nod and take my leave. Before I’m all that far away I hear a soft, “What’s the matter with you? Why didn’t you say anything?”

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notes: just a drabble i was struck with the inspiration to write when i should’ve been working on my project. au where orihime’s ill and kazui aspires to become a doctor

disclaimer: disclaimed

“Okay, now I need to check your heartbeat.” 

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