if he is not like till i don't want it

Give me more of a Steve and Bucky who lived through the Depression. Show me two super soldiers sitting together to clip all the coupons they can because they can buy loads of stuff now but they’re still both REALLY stingy about money. Show me both of their apartments looking like episodes from Hoarders. Show me Bucky showing up on Christmas day to Avengers Tower with a whole sack full of oranges for Steve and Steve laughing till he cries while everyone else has no idea what’s going on. GIVE ME A STEVE AND A BUCKY WHO ARE STILL FROM THE ‘30S NO MATTER THE HENLEY SHIRTS AND APPLE STORE VISITS

Imagine being in an arranged marriage with Hvitserk

A/N: I may make a part two, if time wills it. My school and job started back up, so I won’t be as active :(, but I’ll try! I’m writing the next chapters to Cheater and Your Highness, but I keep thinking of other things like this to write about. Gif: idk, if you tell me I will give credit. | enjoy!

You sat next to your father, trying to not stand up and yell at the drunken men who made eyes at you. You weren’t here for this, here to be traded like land in order to set peace between your father and Ivar. You watched as their king took a cup to his lips, “you wish to do what?” He asked as you watched some of the liquid miss his mouth and trickle down his chin.

“My daughter,” he turned to you, “she has come of the age to be married. I offer her and we can forget about what happened.”

His brows raised, “when you took Lagatha’s side? To help fight against me?”

You rolled your eyes, “y-yes,” your father answered timidly.

Ivar thought to himself for a moment, “Hvitserk!“ You watched as a tall man walked towards him, kneeling to hear what Ivar whispered in his ear. "Very well,” he sighed and turned back to you and your father, “she will be Hvitserk’s wife then.”

When you went to protest, your father did it for you, “but, she was promised to be a queen.”

You looked into the man’s eyes, they struck your (y/e/c) ones with a blue hue, he shrugged, “and if I die, she will become one.”

“Bu-”

He held his hand up to shush him, “if you want her to be married, you’ll give her to Hvitserk,” you eyed the boy from earlier, a look of disgust subconsciously appearing across your face.

“Father!” You whined in his ear, “you cannot just get rid of me like this! They are animals to their women!”

He shot you a glare, almost telling you to shut your mouth before they caught on to what you said, “do we have a deal?” Ivar asked, leaning forward with a straight face.

You father looked at you one more time, his sweet young daughter, going to be ravished by the son of Ragnar, the gods had to look down on her with pity. Her own father betraying her for the greater good of his people. “Deal.”

Ivar smiled, “very well! We will be holding a wedding soon then!” His eyes moved across your body, you shuddered with disgust, “till then, Hvitserk, take your bride,” he smiled, “make her feel welcomed.”

You saw the boy who was Hvitserk walk towards you, taking his hand out for you. You glared up at him, “I can walk myself.” You pulled the bottom of your dress up as your moved upward to stand, taking it higher within your hands so it wouldn’t touch the floors.

He led you down a hall way, then another one, and another one till you couldn’t keep track, “here,” he showed you the door, you looked at him to open it, but he stood awkwardly not knowing what you wanted from him. You pushed it forward and a large sized room stood behind it. You walked in, looking at all the things that decorated the walls, “It is not much.”

You turned back to him, “it will due.”

“My name is Hvitserk.”

You nodded your head, slowly walking towards a table to sit, “Y/N, my name’s Y/N.”

He nodded his head, “oh,” making his way to you to help you sit, “uh, is there anything I can do?”

You glared up at him, “you could tell me why my father just sold me off like a piece of land to a man he has never met in person.” You smiled, “but I don’t believe that will be possible, right husband?”

He nodded his head, “I just want you to know I’m trying to help you.”

You raised your brows, “Help me?”

He took a seat next to you, “if Ivar would have agreed to marry you, you would only be his womb, just giving children till you couldn’t anymore, then thrown out.”

“And what am I to you then? If not a womb, what?”

He smiled, “you will be my wife, and I will treat you like a wife should be treated.”

You frowned, “and how to you believe wives should be treated here?”

He leaned back in his chair, “they should be praised by their husbands, women are gifts from the gods, and who are us men to deny that,” you could feel you cheeks get pink by his words, “I believe wives should be pleased everyday that they wish,” he shrugged with a sly smile, “and some days when they don’t ask.” You could feel you heart skipping a beat as he looked at you with subtle wink.

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Eddie had been up for hours.

Sitting in the chair across the room with nothing but his underwear to hide his shame. His eyes were fixated on the beauty in his bed, sprawled out on the comforter in a running pose. The stream of morning light danced across his soft skin like a painting, the gold in his hair highlighted by the warm summer sun. There were striations in his lean figure and Eddie couldn’t stop the sinful memories from the night before.

They hardly ever spent the morning together like this, for fear of the neighbors judging glare. Being with another man was a death wish. Eddie knew this but also knew that Richie’s touch was kind while others were harsh, his words encouraging while others sharp, his love like fire while others were ice.

Yes it was all so scandalous, he a soldier on leave from the army, and Richie a flower child from out west preaching peace and love. They were destined for failure the moment they had met and still Eddie never wanted to be with anyone else. With his long hair and full lips, Richie was everything he wanted and more. Life, it seemed, was unfair.

Richie stirred, lifting his head a few inches to glance over to his lover. “Your up early.” He muttered, his voive hoarse and deep. “Figured you’d be out till noon after last night.”

Dispite himself, Eddie smiled. “Beep beep trashmouth.”

He must have noticed something was off because Richie sat up, rubbing the sleep out his eyes and letting the sheets pool at his waist. “Eds?” He whimpered, crawling across the matress to where Eddie was. “What’s wrong?”

Eddie took in a deep breath, dropping his gaze. “I need to tell you something and you aren’t going to like it.”

Richie stood then, his nudness going unnoticed. “What is it?”

There was an overpowering urge to cry, to weep at his lovers feet and admit defeat but he understood how important this was, the implications like a weight in his chest. “I got my orders last night Rich.”

“No.” Richie whimpered, ripping Eddie’s heart from his chest. “ Oh god no.”

It needed to be said, even if they both knew. “They are sending me to Vietnam.” It was sour on his tongue, the words burning his throat. “I ship out at the end of the week.”

“No.” Rhichie breathed like it was all he could say. “No, no, no…”

“I’ll be the medical officer in Charlie Unit.” The front lines, exposed and vulnerable. “I can give you the address so you can write, you don’t have to…I know how you feel about this war and-”

“We can run away, me and you.” The words tumbled out desperately, want and fear like dust in the air. “Today, we can get in my van and just drive. Drive till there is nothing left.”

Eddie shook his head. “Richie-”

“Fuck this, fuck all of this. Please Eds.” He whined, crawling into Eddies lap, digging his knees on eaither side of his hips and burying his hands into Eddie’s hair. “Please, run away with me.”

They kissed, deeply and desperately. It was scorching Eddie’s lips, tears melting into their connection making it salty and sad. Pulling away Richie traced his cheeks, keeping their foreheads pressed. Eddie took in his scent with one deep breath, searing it into memory. “I have to go, you know that.” It was a painful awnser, but the right one still.

Richie was sobbing, his entire body shaking. “Eddie, baby…please…”

“I’m sorry Richie. So fucking sorry.” And he was, because this was his job, his life but if he had know Richie before things would be different. He would have happily never joind the Army, instead traveling the world with the hippe he had grown to love.

“You come back to me, you understand?” Richie cried, clutching into him with despair. “Do what you need to do and come back. I need you.”

“I will.” Eddie promised

And he kept that promise, only he was accompanied by a folded flag.

Assault

Requested: Hi, can you do a imagine that y/n’s assaulted and Shawn comforts and helps her? I understand if isn’t possible! Thank you, have a good day (sorry for my bad English, isn’t my first language) ❤️

Thanks for the request! You don’t have to apologize for your English! It’s great for English being your second language. Hope you enjoy this! Sorry that its short and a little different than you were probably expecting, I’m pretty happy with how it turned out though and I hope you are too :) 

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Shawn’s hand on your waist makes you involuntarily jerk away from him as your heart starts pounding with panic before you can even process that it is just Shawn, and nothing to be afraid of. “Shit, I’m sorry,” He immediately says as he removes his hand from your waist and runs it through his hair instead.

“No, I’m sorry,” You respond quietly, shaking your head, just trying to get all the bad stuff out, just trying to forget it all.

“Can I,” he hesitates for a second as though he isn’t sure if he wants to even ask or not before continuing, “Can I hold your hand?” His eyes are wide with concern and worry. It is a simple request for something he shouldn’t even have to think twice about just doing.

The self-hatred has already started eating you alive. Why did you let it happen? How did you let it happen? You wish you could have done something to prevent it. You wish you hadn’t gone out that night at all. Now your own boyfriend has to ask before he can hold your hand because if not you’ll literally freak out on him, even if you don’t mean to and even though you wish you didn’t. He’s still getting used to that too. He’s not used to having to ask permission for something as simple as holding your hand, or touching your waist when he comes up to you. That used to be something that was so natural, something neither of you ever thought twice about, but now he has to, and you have to hype yourself up just to let him touch you. You have to constantly remind yourself that Shawn would never hurt you.

You nod in response to his question, and he slowly intertwines his fingers with yours, carefully watching your eyes the entire time, making sure you’re not feeling triggered at all. “Sit down with me?” He questions, and you nod, following him to the couch. Once you’re both seated, he starts talking, “Baby, I know I can’t change what happened, and I can’t force you to feel better. I’m not trying to do that, I know you need time to heal, but I just want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that it’s not your fault. None of what happened was your fault, okay?” He says, trying to make sure you understand. He’s already told you this, so many times, but yet, you still find it hard to believe. You just nod in response. You want to believe him, you do, but it’s hard to get out of your head, to not think about the past.

He doesn’t try to pull you any closer to himself, even though he’s a very touchy person, well at least he used to be. He used to always need to touch you, always pulling you down into his lap when he sat down somewhere, always resting his hand on your hip, or throwing it over your shoulder. Now, he wants to touch you, to hold you close, to keep you safe, but he doesn’t.

“I love you.” He says, and even though you know he means it, his voice is full of hurt. Hurt because of what happened to you. Hurt because he feels responsible, even though there was nothing he could have done because he wasn’t even with you when it happened. But most of all, hurt because he knows you’re a different person now, and neither of you are sure you’ll ever be able to find your way back.

With the Beatles explained
  • It Won't Be Long: proof that John would be happier if he were dating me (and not dead)
  • All I've Got to Do: 1963, second song on With the Beatles, nonfiction--all Lennon needed to do was whisper in someone's ear.
  • All My Loving: my dad loves this song
  • Don't Bother Me: George keeps saying he'll let me know when she's come home... as if I'm not flirting with him right now...
  • Little Child: I have fond memories of skipping this song (so why do I know all the words)
  • Till There Was You: what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the first time
  • Please Mr. Postman: 1963, seventh song on With the Beatles, fiction--all Lennon needed to do was, "call [her] on the phone, and [she'll] come running home." (citation: "All I've Got to Do", Lennon-McCartney)
  • Roll Over Beethoven: jammin', but inherently flawed because Beethoven was a rocker
  • You Really Got A Hold On Me: what people sing when they hear the Beatles for the second time
  • I Wanna Be Your Man: that's what literally everyone wants
  • Devil in Her Heart: George gets 3 songs on this album and he doesn't get that much love again until Revolver, 5 albums after this one
  • Not A Second Time: finding out Paul had another band after the Beatles
  • Money (That's What I Want): that's what he wants
  • cover art: The Beatles' heads get progressively smaller...

anonymous asked:

So I was informed that you wanted prompts (IDK if you've done this one yet) so: Lance wants to celebrate Christmas with his Space Family but none of them like Christmas/ don't listen to the suggestions he has about celebrating.

I was waiting for something like this 

Lance had been counting down that days till Christmas as soon as Matt and Pidge developed a calendar that synced to Earth time. Every day he would draw an “X” over the past day and quickly count the number of days remaining. It was already the 22nd and the castle was still as bare as any other day. 

Lance wondered around the halls, dragging his fingers along the walls as he hummed a festive tune in his head. He stopped and glanced in the common room, letting his eyes soak up the plain room before frowning slightly, we need to decorate. Lance tapped his chin a few times, thinking at everything he could use to decorate. 

After creating a mental list of supplies Lance took off running down the hallway, he at least needed to ask Allura. 

-

“ALLURA I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!” Lance bolted onto the bridge, skidding to a stop when he noticed Allura in a deep conversation with Coran and Shiro. 

Allura pulled her attention away from the two men she was talking to and folded her hands in front of her, smiling at the new red palaidn. “Yes Lance? What is it?” 

Lance smoothed down his hair and returned the smile. “Well you see back on Earth there is a holiday known as Chrtistmas, not everybody celebrates it depending on religion and personal views but I think that we should celebrate it in space. You know, bring something from Earth to space.” Lance wasn’t sure why his heart was racing but he found that he could no longer look Allura in the eye. Why am I so anxiouse? Maybe he was scared she would say no or tell him he needed to focus more. 

Allura dropped her ears slightly in thought, her eye brows twisting together in confusion. “What is Chirstmas? I apologize for my lack of knowlegde in Earthlin holidays.” 

Lance quickly gave a breif explaniation, discussing the presents, to the decorations, to the religious reasons, and how it’s a holiday for bring family and friends together. 

The princess twitched her ears a few times, letting the new knowledge settle in her brain before parting her lips slightly. “You want to bring this to the castle?” Lance bobbed his head a few times, anticipating her response. She tapped her chin a few times and turned towards the other to males, Coran twisting his mustache between his fingers and Shiro keeping his face neutral. “I’m sorry Lance, maybe we can do something small but nothing major, we are planning on meeting up with the Blade to attack the Galra. This is one of the only times we will get this shot on them, but don’t fret, we will do what we can.” 

Lance dropped his head slightly before planting a smile on his face, “it’s alright, a hero’s job is never done.” 

She gave him a pained smile before gentle touching his shoulder and turning back towards Coran and Shiro, leaving Lance to sulk out of the room. 

-

Lance began to pace around the castle, wondering the halls in complete boredom. If I have time to be bored, why can’t we decorate at least? He turned towards the kitchen, peaking his head in the door to look at Hunk, who was moving around the kitchen, an apron tied around his waist. “Hey buddy!” He entered the room, greeting Hunk with a small wave. 

Hunk grinned at his friend and continued whatever he was doing, throwing things into a bowl and stirring it with a metal object. “What’s up Lance?”

“Oh you know, just wondering around, what about you?” Lance moved over to one of the various counters and jumped up on one, letting his legs swing freely 

“Making a snack for Pidge, Matt, and I, we’ve spent the entire day trying to develop a new power source to use in case our lions ever shut down on us again.” He continued to stir the contents in the bowl and Lance lowered his head before stopping his legs. 

After a few ticks of silence Lance’s eyes followed Hunk around the room as he place a few more things onto a plate, putting the mixture in the center. “Do you need any help?” 

Hunk shrugged his shoulders, grabbing a few utensils before turning to face his friend. “Honestly no, I think we’re all good, but you’re more than welcomed to come chill with us.” 

Lance nodded his head and jumped off the counter, “no I’m all good man, I think I’ll just go lie down for a little bit, I haven’t been sleeping well.” He started to make his way out of the kitchen before Hunk stopped him. 

“Everything okay?” His voice held nothing but concern and Lance gave him a weak smile. 

“yeah, you know Christmas is coming up right?” 

Hunk lifted his head up slightly before widening his eyes, “you’re right! I can’t believe that we all forgot about it.” Hunk crossed his arms and frowned slightly, “if I wasn’t so busy with our project I would totally make some cookies.” 

Lance patted his friends shoulder, “it’s all good, we are paladins after all, we have more important responsibilities.” 

Hunk laughed in repsonse, mumbling something about losing sleep and Lance left the room, sluggishly making his way to his room. 

-

He couldn’t sleep, he could only stare at the celling, letting his eyes memorize the smooth surface. He knew that he could simply decorate the castle all by himself but where was the fun in that? Lance turned onto his side and hugged his pillow, why did he feel so lonely? He could hang out with anyone if he wanted to but why did he hide himself in his room? He felt his eyes start to burn and soon familiar hot liquid started to fall down his face. 

He quickly wiped his eyes, cursing himself for being so childish, come on, you’re seventeen, act like it. Don’t cry over a stupid holiday. He shook his head a few times as memories of his family began to fill his mind. Presents with his family, dinner with his grandparents, going to the beach with his family, he missed everything. “I just want to be home.” Lance closed his eyes, attempting to force himself to sleep until a small buzz filled his room and he leaned over and grabbed his transmitter that was vibrating quietly. who is calling me? He glanced at the ID and wiped his eyes again, Keith. 

“Hello?” Lance’s voice cracked slightly and he slightly cursed at himself. 

“Lance, can you do me a favor, I need to get a hold of Sh- are you alright?” Keith adjusted himself slightly on the other side of the transmitter and sat up a bit straighter. 

Lance nodded his head, praying that the conversation would just go back to whatever Keith needed. “I’m fine, what do you need me to tell Shiro?” 

Keith frowned, “no tell me what’s wrong, ha-have you been crying?” He sounded uncomfortable and Lance couldn’t blame him, he knew Keith wasn’t very good with emotions. 

“Um kinda, you know Christmas is coming up and I guess I just miss my family right now. I asked Allura if we can do something but she said that we we’re to busy and Hunk, Matt and Pidge and working on a big project. You’re gone so I can’t even ask you if you wanted to do something because you’re with the Blade now.” 

Keith nodded a few times, “I’ve never even celebrated Christmas before so I wouldn’t be much help anyways.” 

Lance’s eyes widened at the new information and he sat up on the bed, clutching the transmitter tighter. “You haven’t? why not?” 

Keith shrugged, “just never celebrated it I guess.” 

“Well if you were here I would have dragged you round to help me decorate.” Both boys fell into a fit of laughter and Lance hugged his pillow a bit tighter. 

Keith chuckled a few more times and look past the camera, listening to what someone else was saying before looking back at Lance. “Can’t you just decorate by yourself?” 

“Not the same.” 

“I understand I suppose, hey Lance I need to go.” Keith started to stand up and straighten up his suit.

“What did you want me to tell Shiro?” 

“Nothing, not important. Bye Lance.” 

“Bye mullet.” Lance put the transmitter down and flopped down on his bed. Screw it, I’m going to go decorate. 

-

Lance spent nearly every waking and free moment of his days decorating various rooms around the castle. He started with the common room, then moved to the bridge, then the kitchen, then the halls ways. He used random things, borrowed fabric from Allura’s room and made snowflakes out of chunks of ice from Blue. It was nearly perfect, all he was missing was a tree and presents. The tree was the most difficult thing for Lance to find but he managed to sneak away in Blue to buy presents for all of his teammate, even getting Keith one, despite the fact he wasn’t really part of Voltron anymore. 

Everyone watched him move around the castle, smiling at him and offering help whenever they had a few extra minuets to spare but Lance would tell them he was all good. He didn’t want to bother them with this. “Well Blue I think we’re all done.” Lance looked around the hanger and patted his lions paws. 

“Lance, my boy, you have to come with me.” Coran waved at him from the door leading into the hanger and Lance jogged over to him. 

“What’s up Coran?” He gave the older man a smile before Coran reached for his hand and started pulling him down the hallway. 

“You must come here, I have something to show you.” 

Lance giggled slightly and walked behind Coran, it was the 25th and around 9am but Lance didn’t feel like sleeping, despite how tired he was. It was Christmas after all. I wonder what my family is doing right now? Are they celebrating without me? No doubt they put my stocking up. He followed Coran into the common room, his eyes widening at what he saw. 

Everyone was in the room, paper santa hats placed on their heads and Keith stood by a make shift tree, watching Hunk intently as he placed an ordiment on one of the branches. 

“You didn’t” 

“But we did my boy, we’re all sorry that we couldn’t help you out earlier and it’s not completely done but we finally got a break today and Hunk and i went to go this debenzus or what Hunk calls a tree.” Coran gesture to the tall plant like object in the room and Lance felt more tears fill his eyes. 

“Thank you so much.” He wiped his eyes as he felt arms embrace him one by one. Lance hugged his teammates back, making sure everyone knew how much he appreciated them. It may not be his traditional christmas, but he could make it work. 

Happy Ending! 

Also I hope you like it! I don’t think it’s that good but this helped me actually write agin! 

Happy Holidays Everyone!!!

Bunny

Pairing: JiKook ofc 

I keep dreaming about a black bunny named Kookie but I can’t keep pets in the room I’m renting so I decided to write something short instead ^^

Jimin heard his doorbell ring annoyingly for almost two minutes. He wanted to ignore it at first, he hated stopping movies in the middle but someone was persistent so he had no choice. He paused the movie and padded to the door. He opened them with a sigh and another one left his lips when there was no one actually standing there. His gaze dropped and he was surprised to find medium size cardboard box on the floor. There was no sticker with the adress on it, just holes for the air and “careful” written on top. Jimin couldn’t just leave it there so he picked it up and carried to him apartment. He put it down on the table and took a step back. Should he open it? Was it even for him? He couldn’t recall ordering anything and his friends wouldn’t make a surprise gift for him, none of them had enough money to spend it on gifts. Hard life of a student. Jimin took a deep breath. It won’t kill him to check. He carefully cut the tape on each side and opened the box. He was expecting everything, everything but a bunny. A black, fluffy bunny, with long ears and big, doe eyes staring at him. He somehow managed to avert his gaze and noticed a card. He picked it up and started reading. 

Hello new owner! 
This is Jungkook. 
He’s a bit shy, likes flavored milk and all kinds of fruits.
Please take a good care of him!

No signature. No name of the company. No nothing. Flavored milk? Since when bunnies like flavored milk? And fruits? This is hella weird. He put the card away and stared intensly at the small animal. He didn’t know what and why but something seemed different about it. Maybe his eyes…….he was watching Jimin a bit too humanly. And it was almost scary. 
Jimin had to think where the hell will the bunny sleep. He didn’t have a rabbit cage, duh, nor did he have other things to keep one, duh again.  
He took a basket Seokjin hyung once gave him  and put some blankets in it, making a temporary bed. He tried to pick up the bunny then but the animal kept running away from his hands. “Come on Jungkookie, I just want to get you out of this uncofortable box” he cooed, trying to convince the bunny. It surprisingly worked cuz he let himself be picked up and carried to the pile of blankets. “Stay here bunny, I have to go and get you something to eat the flavored milk” why the hell was he talking to a bunny? Who knows. 
Jimin quickly changed, grabbed his wallet and went out to the nearest grocery store. He bought a whole box of different flavored milks and shit tons of fruits and vegetables, hoping that Jungkook eats at least them as any other rabbit would do. He qiuckly walked back to his apartment, not wanting to leave the animal for too long. He was kinda scared Jungkook would eat his essay. Weird thing to be scared of but oh well, he worked on it way too long to get it destroyed. He put the milk in the fridge and the other things on the table and went to check on the bunny. Only there was no bunny where he left him. He looked around but there was no sight of him. “Jungkook?” he called, walking around the house and checking everywhere a bunny could hide. Cool, he lost it on the very first day. He walked back to the kitchen, sulking a bit, and he almost got a heart attack whe he entered the room. There was a boy standing in near the table. A naked boy with bunny tail and bunny ears, chewing on one of the strawberries Jimin just bought. WHAT THE FUCK?


Soo there might be a part 2, who knows. 
Like/reblog if u liked this and want a second part ^^ 
And thank you if u read this till the very end.

anonymous asked:

some jackass thought our hours were negotiable. comes up to the Taco Maco at fuckin 9 AM, I tell him we don't open till 11, he ignores me and asks if we're open, I tell him again, and he says, "that's way too late! you look open, you've got all your stuff out!" (we stock the cold line early for some??? reason??? but the hot bar was not only empty but fucking turned off). my supervisor tells him we don't open until 11 and he finally leaves. like???? why do you want anything we serve this early?

“You need to wake up” (Ethan #20)

Number 20 from the drabble list, requested by anonymous.

A/N: my poor baby E… Thanks for requesting!! Idk how hospitals or this things work cause I hate ‘em so yeah, sorry.

You were currently laying unconscious in a hospital bed, after falling from the stairs three days ago. Your boyfriend Ethan was sleeping in a plastic chair besides you, holding your hand just like he did the first two days you were here.

“I NEED A DOCTOR PLEASE! IT’S MY GIRLFRIEND, PLEASE! SOMEONE!” Ethan yelled carrying you into the E.R, tears screaming down his face and shaking.

A doctor and three nurses ran by his side, laying you down and running to a room again.

“What’s her name?” A doctor asked while the nurses checked you, still running.

“Y/N, her name’s Y/N Y/L/N” the last thing he saw was your swollen head and he felt his heart starting to break and his anxiety levels increasing.

After an hour, Grayson made it to the hospital with a teddy bear, and they agreed in not telling your parents until one of them got to see how were you.

You felt your head spinning but you weren’t able to open your eyes just yet, the amount of light you got when you woke up was a lot to handle and your eyes wanted to stay shut.

You felt Ethan’s hands tracing circles in you palm with his thumb, and he looked up at you, thinking you were still unconscious.

“Y/N I really don’t know if you’re listening, but the doctor said that talking to you would make it better. I hope it does, I really do.” you heard the worry in his voice, and you didn’t know why, but your eyes kept close.

“Why can’t I open them?” You asked yourself, fighting your own body to do what you wanted.

“I’m so sorry baby, I’m the worst and I can’t believe I let you get hurt. All of this is my fault. I… You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you” You heard him sobbing and you started blinking lightly.

“How is she doc?” Ethan asked when one of the doctors got out of the room you were in, taking off his gloves.

“Mr. Dolan, right?” He asked and Ethan nodded “She’s gonna be fine, her brain didn’t get badly damaged. She’s stable but we have to wait till she wakes up”

“Like an hour or two?” The doctor sighed.

“Mr. Dolan, we don’t really know. It could take weeks, if not months” he said and Ethan knew he didn’t want to hear the chance to live without Y/N.

“But… But she’s waking up, isn’t she?” He asked pulling his hair out, Grayson walked over to him before he got a panick attack. The doctor just pressed his lips lightly and nodded towards Grayson to calm E down.

“Oh my gosh, Y/N baby, can you hear me?” He said grabbing your cheeks gently, and you tried to focus your sight, nodding. You noticed his red puffy eyes and shaky hands, dry tears on his cheeks, dark circles under his eyes and that hopeful look, he was destroyed.

“E… Are you okay?” You asked and he let out a nervous laugh.

“Am I okay?? You fell down the stairs, and I wasn’t there to warn you about the slippery wood. I can’t believe myself, I’m such an idiot. I can’t even protect my girlfriend, what am I doing? You were out for three days, you know? I was loosing my freaking mind and-” he cut himself, out of breath.

You grabbed his hands, kissing them once you got rid of your oxygen mask.

“Ethan, I’m the one who fell down, don’t act like you pushed me. bevause it’s not your fault. I wasn’t looking and you were busy. It’s not your fault, baby” he smiled lightly, and you kissed him to reassure him everything was fine.

“Wait, I have to call the nurses to check on you” he said pulling away. “I’m so glad you’re back, my life would be a mess without you” he said fixing his hair a little, he looked like he never left the hospital.

“I love you E”

“Love you babe”

….Well After Two years.

After almost a year and half of total artist block, with low self-esteem in myselfwork, my work and my abilities, struggling with the depression and other stuff, I couldn’t take up a pencil to draw for my life, I tried digital art for a while…but don’t really have the tools for that, anyway. Today I tried pushing my fears away for a bit and just…tried.

I started with something easy, didn’t really have the proper tools or size markers or proper pens right now, but it worked pretty ok. (My adorable hard working child Izuku Midoriya.❤)

I’ll probably try and keep it up from tomorrow too(probably with shouto. cuz he’s my bae), till I get my feel of things again, find my own style again you know? I always wanted to do comics so we’ll see how things go from here. lol

I also want to encourage other artists to keep at it and do what your doing. Don’t give up what you enjoyed or what you want to enjoy just because it doesn’t turn out the way you specifically wanted at first, or because of one bad experience. (cough *me) Don’t be like me and drop it for almost 2 years and drown in depression, please it’s not pleasant.

I almost forgot that awsome, accomplished feeling when you Finnish a peice, maybe I’ll post some of my past art : anime, anime oc’s, and originals I still have laying around here somewhere.

Anyway I just want us all to support each other, you have no idea how good it feels to be compliment on something, especially by someone who’s into and can do the same probably even better then you.

Thanks a bunch if you stayed till the end and can relate to my journey of touches the “canvas” in almost 2 years, peace.✌❤

So…

I’ve got a shit ton of submissions that I kinda…forgot about. Tried to post ‘em. Didn’t post. So I just took screenshots.

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And here’s one big submission by someone who needed to vent. I copypasted it.

Gen z culture is my best friend crying on my shoulder at midnight cause bullies and pressure drove her to self harm till she met me and I defended her and she’s worried about the same thing happening to her brother cause he’s more sensitive than she is and because her parents just ignore her and spoil her brother Gen z culture is me and that same friend looking at the moon eating cherios 20 minutes later Gen z culture is me and the guy who’s like a brother to me making guys with our hands and putting them under each other’s chins cause we really don’t want to go to class and drinking ourselves senseless because of our family problems Gen z culture is him slinging his arms over my shoulder after words and walking with me cause we’ve been in the same class since 2nd grade Gen z culture is my best guy friend (guy above is more like a brother) having late night talks with me to 3am even when we have a test the next day about the fact that he was almost raped but can’t tell anyone else cause then he would also have to admit he’s bi and he’s terrified of his father finding out Gen z culture is that same guy questioning me the test material cause we both know that I haven’t even opened that subjects textbook Gen z culture is a girl I love as much as my best friend but can’t classify as one drinking and smoking to forget life and practically raising her brother cause her mother is useless and her father never showed again and that girl falling for guys twice her age and getting hurt every single time Gen z culture is the same girl always making me laugh and hugging me tight Gen z culture is another one of my friends having to raise her sisters because her mother is also useless and her father is with another woman Gen z culture is that same girl smiles the brightest and giving the best hugs ever Gen z culture another of my best friends being under so much pressure from her parents that she always has to do the best that she’s practically another person around them than with us Gen z culture is that she makes me laugh and writes the best stories Gen z is that I know how to identify and help people with their anxiety and panic attacks and could probably write a book on depression and anxiety and that I know almost everybody’s secrets and stories because I myself have anxiety and depression I don’t really care about my grades anymore and I’m almost always tired cause I have insomnia it’s that I can’t trust anyone because my mother told me to my face I was a mistake and that she didn’t want me and her still forcing me to visit her it’s my father only calling when he needs money from my grandfather it’s me having issues that I can’t sort out cause my grandparents would never understand and it’s me having many more of these stories Gen z culture is knowing about all these problems and still pretending to be ok smiling a lot and joking about everything cause if I stop laughing I’m going to scream I can teach you how to fake illness I can teach you how to fake emotion I can teach you how to break every rule and never get in trouble I can teach you how to hold your screams and sobs I can teach you because I’ve done it and I’ve helped friends do it The only thing I’m wondering is why Why kids raise kids Why adults don’t care Why all of us are 14 but we know how evil the world is Why we’re drinking our pain away Why when we say I want to die we really aren’t joking Why when we say we’re going crazy we really aren’t talking metaphorically I could pray for change but this has already been become who we are we can’t change the past but we really need help cause we don’t want a future but we really need that to change cause wanting to die should not be the norm Please help us

Vent appreciated, @theunfocusedbrat

Sorry for the chaos.

Thank you for waiting.

anonymous asked:

Urban dictionary also mentions hard candy as an "erect penis"...

sorry, but the full line is: hard candy dripping on me till my feet are wet, now she’s all over me, it’s like i paid for it, it’s like i paid for it, i’m gonna pay for this

nobody is going to interpret that as it referring to an erect penis even if that’s what he meant, and they should have known that when they were writing the fucking lyrics. like?!?!?!? why would someone not have realized that at some point in the process? come on, dude. i’ll wait to hear the full song, but i’m not liking the chances of that line looking any better when i do.

anonymous asked:

Inspired by the other one XD Headcannon that Yoosung slowly goes insane after Rika dies and turns into her (kind of like the horror movie: "The Victim" lololol)

Originally posted by n-wordbelike

Dude imagine… like pretends he legit lose it. 

How would the RFA REACT TO SEEING YOOSUNG DRESS UP AS RIKA AND BEGINS TO ACT LIKE HER 

Zen

  • He would begin to think that Yoosung is trying this acting coping exercise and he lets it slide for a couple of days, but when Yoosung ask Zen to take him to the mall to buy clothes, he expected to go into the mens section 
  • Yooosung: Follow me Zenny *giggles* Do you think this dress looks good on me? 
  • Zen: Um Yoosung? Why are we here? Quit the acting please. Its dangerous to always use the coping exercise. Rika is gone okay, now lets get you some new clothes :) Shopping and beer always helps 
  • Yoosung: heheheheh what ever do you mean Lovely Zen? How can I ever be an amazing actor as yourself? heheheh Oh gosh Zen :) You look so cute when you play around :) Now lets continue shopping!  I need to look good for Jihyun 
  • Zen: *walks away and calls Jumin*  
    • Jumin: Yes I’m in a meeting, what is it?
    • Zen: I am scared. Yoosung thinks he is RIka. 
    • Jumin: How do you know? 
    • Zen: He said he wants to look good for Jihyun and wants to pick out a dress so HE can impress him
    • Jumin: Mother of God. Get him home, Ill bring doctors. 
      • *hangs up* 
      • I don't get paid enough for this shit 
  • Zen: Yoosung where are you? *searches for yoosung in the store*
    • He continues searching till he sees Yoosung buying a wig that looks like Rikas hair. 
  • Legits starts to be frighten as fuck like he is beyond scared like this man is ready to fucking walk away but he wants to be there for his friend. 

Seven:

  • He goes to Yoosungs house to check up on him because he hasn’t been in the chatroom for almost a week. He grabbed the spare key under the flower pot and opens the door. 
  • He notices that the the entire apartment was dark. He sees a faint light coming from the bedroom and he slowly steps towards the slightly open door. He was afraid to see him there lifeless, he shook his head trying to get the image out of his head and looked through the door. 
  • He saw Yoosung holding mini toys of the RFA and the little plush dolls looked exactly like each of the members. Saeyoung held his breath and noticed Yoosung was singing lightly 
    • 1, 2, Rikas coming for you  
    • 3, 4 better lock your doors 
    • 5, 6 grab your crucifix
    • 7, 8 gonna stay awake
    • 9, 10 never gonna sleep again
      • Heheheheh Saeyoouuung I know you're here, Dont you want to know about your brother? hehehehehe
        • Saeyoung was shook
          • What did you say Yoosung? 
        • Yoosung just did a girly laugh and turn his head slightly and noticed his eyes were the same color of Rikas, he put on blush and everything 
          • Hehehehehehe Whose Yoosung? My name is Rika :)
        • Saeyoung was scared, knowing, the gullible Yoosung was gone. He grabbed his crucifix and started to pray going near him

Jumin/Jaehee

  • Jaehee and Jumin decided to go see how Yoosung was doing since the lost of his beloved cousin. They knew it must be hard on him and they wanted to be there for support. They decided to do a quick unexpected visit to his apartment after a very important meeting. 
  • After the very stressful but successful meeting, they went to the basement to meet up with Driver Kim. Driver Kim opened the door for them both and had the lunch already picked up so they can eat with Yoosung. 
  • Jaehee: I really hope he is okay Mr. Han, I know how it is losing a loved one 
  • Jumin: Im sure he is fine, he may be sad and I believe we shouldnt bring up those emotions. We want him to be happy and content. 
  • Jahee: *sighs* I sure hope so Mr. Han
  • *TIME SKIP*
  • They finally arrived to Yoosungs apartment. Jaehee was holding the food and she made her way to the door to knock on the door. After a few seconds, someone open the door and it was Rika? 
  • Jumin: Saeyoung, what did we tell you? You cannot cosplay Rika, it will make it worse for Yoosung. Please take it off and bring Yoosung to the kitchen we brought food. 
    • Jumin was about to enter the door but he was stopped by Jaehee. He gave her a puzzled look and and she motioned towards Yoosung. 
  • Yoosung: Hahahahahah Jumin *caresses his shoulder* you were ALWAYS so hilarious. Dont you recognize me, its me Rika! 
  • Jumin was getting Vietnams flashbacks and he was so shook he left the building to get fresh air. 
  • Jaehee was left alone with ‘Rika’ 
  • Jaehee: So um Rika, how are you? 
  • Yoosung: Jaehee you are so cute, my lovely Jihyun was right to pick you to be Jumins assistant :) Hahaahah your face is funny, are you surprise to see me? 
  • Jaehee legit dropped her paperwork and her food. 
  • She knew she needed to help Yoosung because if not
  • He will be gone forever. 

Day 3: Charm / Song-inspired (using both! here’s the song)

IwaOi Week one two three four 5 6 7

[This got longer than anticipated so it’s going under the cut, but HERE IT IS - HP AU!! *yelling*]

[ao3]


Oikawa’s nose scrunches up, but he doesn’t care enough to try and neutralize his expression - besides, there’s no one here watching right now except Hanamaki and Matsukawa, and they’re going to give him shit either way.

“There’s no way that works,” he says, oozing contempt.

“You won’t know if you don’t try it out,” Hanamaki says, shrugging as if the matter meant no more to him than the headline of the Daily Prophet. (His mom sends them, in an attempt to educate my foolish son, but Makki mostly throws them out without sparing them a second glance - no matter how reproachful the family owl looks when he does so. Being the son of the editor in chief means absolutely nothing to him.)

“I mean, you don’t really have anything to lose, do you?” Matsukawa tacks on, holding out the folded piece of paper for Oikawa to take.

Oikawa’s frown deepens.

“I don’t like this. At all. He’s gonna see right through it.” He even goes so far as to take a step back. “Besides - I know you guys have heard of amortentia. Do you know how long that takes to brew? There’s no way some simple charm-”

“It’s not gonna make him fall in love with you,” Hanamaki interrupts. “Obviously. But that’s not what you want, anyway. You just want to… make him admit his feelings. Right?”

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“Love between siblings grow when you are rough with each other. If you see her from afar, what should you do? Run up to her, just run. Lock her, lock her in first. Act as if you will pet her, and keep locking her in. Hold her down till she surrenders.”
- Advice from SooHo, an Experience Brother.

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Requested By @lotsoffandomimagines

Mason opened the door to Liam who was standing awkwardly on the porch. 

“Mason, my buddy, my pal” Mason looked confused. You ran downstairs wanting to get a snack. You passed by the door seeing them two, you waved at Liam before heading towards the kitchen. Liam blushed smiling back and waving at you. 

“What do you want,” Mason asked him. 

“I need your help” Liam looked around before grabbing mason dragging him to his room. Once they go to the room, Liam looked in the hallways seeing no one before closing the door 

“I want to ask y/n out”The boys remained quiet before Mason spoke first. 

“Y/n my blood, y/n? Liam nodded. “Okay… Wait how long have you liked them?” 

He thought about it before responding, “ About five months now”

“Wow okay, why are you asking me?” The boys heard your footsteps come closer till it reached your door and disappeared. 

“Because I need your advice. How do I ask them out I want it to be perfect because y/n is the best.

“I don't know, y/n can be quite reserved I know they like small but cute things something that shows you're paying attention 

Request Are Open

anonymous asked:

Hey! Just wanted to say your writing is amazing and a total joy to read! If you still wanted drabble ideas, I had a few, they don't have to be sexual or anything. For an angst one, maybe Penny's human lover/ interest is getting older, like started getting grey hair and Penny doesn't think they'll make it till his next awakening and is contemplating killing them. Another could be a carnival ride gone wrong. Like maybe they're on a ferris wheel and he gets into the compartment and its creepy af.

i’m actually going to the fair tomorrow and the ferris wheel happens to be my favorite ride, so i couldn’t resist that prompt, anon ;)

(i’m not saying that i want this to happen, but i’m not not saying it either, ya feel me?)

You have a shadow.

You’d noticed him immediately as soon as you’d entered the fairgrounds. He’d been standing by the carousel, painted lips stretched in a wide grin and one gloved hand wrapped around a bouquet of bright red balloons. 

You’d frozen, watching him. Watching the way the crowd parted around him, as though they didn’t even notice he was there. Except for the children. They stared up at him with fascination - some with dread, and some with abject terror. Staring at the cracked paint coating his face and his dirty costume, you couldn’t fault them for being afraid.

He had caught you looking, had raised a hand and waved at you with his mouth stretched in that wide, red smile. Even from the entrance you had heard the bells on his costume jingling, and you’d unconsciously taken a step back, strangely unnerved by the sound. You’d stumbled into a group of laughing teenagers, losing sight of the clown as you’d turned to stammer apologies, and when you’d turned back, heart pounding, he was gone.

You should have left then, should have turned on your heel and escaped while you had the chance, but you’d convinced yourself you were being silly, that there was nothing to be scared of. It was just a clown, and the fairgrounds were big enough that you could avoid him if you really wanted to.

You kept seeing him, though. Hearing him. A flash of orange hair in your periphery when you walked past the carnival games, the jingle of bells behind you as you stood in line for the Tilt-O-Whirl, the sudden bite of sharp, high-pitched laughter in your ears as you chewed on your funnel cake. He was following you.

You try to ignore it, wishing that you weren’t so alone in this sea of strangers. The whimsy leeches from the fair’s festive atmosphere as you pick your way cautiously between attractions, eyes peeled for red lips or dirty silk. You don’t know what he wants with you or how to make him stop; you’re too afraid that he’ll ambush you in the parking lot if you make a break for the exit now. You need a plan.

The ferris wheel is your last-ditch effort at security. You’ll be blissfully alone in the carriage, and once you’re at the top of the wheel, you can search the fairgrounds for the clown and hurry in the opposite direction of him when you land, straight to one of the exits.

You settle into the seat with a sigh of relief, leaning back as the wheel lurches into motion. Dusk has spread over the grounds, making the lights strung between the many attractions shine brilliantly in the gathering darkness, and you watch the crowd of people drifting below you in a kind of haze as you search restlessly for the clown.

Its hard to pick him out in the crowd. The lights and colors all shift together from your vantage point in the air, the music and laughter below melding into a dim roar that barely penetrates your solitary carriage. You feel muffled from the rest of the world, unnervingly alone, and you shudder. 

Get it together, you think, trying to rub the chill from your arms. You’re making a big deal out of nothing. He’s just some creep in a costume. Plenty of those running around tonight. He’s just trying to scare you.

“Is it working?”

You freeze, your eyes going wide and round in your reflection in the carriage window. The world below blurs as you turn your head, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, buzzing like a goddamn fly. You know what you’re going to see, who you’re going to see, but that still doesn’t prepare you for the reality of coming face to face with that fucking clown, perched on the opposite seat and leering down at you.

How the fuck did he get in here?

“W-what - ” you stutter, pressing yourself as far back into your seat as you can. There’s nowhere to fucking go, not unless you’re prepared to bolt out the carriage door. “H-how… how did you - ?”

“I think it is,” he says, his voice a strange amalgam of rough and soft, masculine but high-pitched, almost childish. His bright blue eyes cut through the gloom in the compartment like twin searchlights. “Yes, I think it’s working very well.”

Your mouth opens and closes, completely at a loss, before you recall what you’d been telling yourself before he’d shown up. What you’d been thinking.

He’s just trying to scare you.

Your blood turns to ice in your veins. “H - how? How could you know - ”

“Oh, Pennywise knows a lot,” he chirps. Gooseflesh prickles your arms at the jovial, overtly friendly tone of his voice. “You’d be surprised, how much he knows about you.” He tilts his head, painted lips parting in a wicked smile, and breathes your name. 

Fear wraps around your throat like a vice. “H-how do you know my name?” you rasp, your voice hoarse and trembling. Your teeth chatter with the strength of your terror, and you clench them together so tight your jaw aches.

He laughs, a childish giggle that makes the ruffles on his costume shake and his bells jingle. “Silly. It’s important to know about your friends, isn’t it?” He reaches over and taps your nose with a long, silk-clad finger; every muscle in your body goes hard and stiff in response. “And we’re going to be great friends, you and I. Oh yes we are.” The last word is a gritted bite on his tongue, and you flinch back at the flash of yellow in his irises (though there’s nowhere else to go, you’re trapped, you’re fucking trapped in here with this thing - )

You tense as he inhales, his round, red nose scrunching as he sniffs the air. “Ahhh,” he sighs, swaying toward you with an almost dreamy expression on his face. “Such sweet fear. So strong. So tasty.” He moves as if to touch you, fingers outstretched, and you dive for the door. Doesn’t matter that you’re spinning in the air on a fucking wheel, if you can at least call out for help - 

Fingers dig into your arms from behind and yanks you to the floor, your breath punched from your lungs as your back slams against the metal seat. A hand wraps around your throat and pulls your head back, forcing you to face the clown, and tears fill your eyes at the look on his cracked, white face. 

At the hunger you see there.

“P-please,” you whimper, your legs shifting restlessly against the cold, hard floor. The walls are closing in on you, your head filling with static, your lungs aching to draw in air that isn’t tainted by the clown’s sweet, rotten stench. You’re trapped between his legs, surrounded by him, his knees pressing against your shoulders and your head pushed into the bowl of his lap, pillowed on a bed of dirty ruffles. Outside the carriage walls, you can hear laughter. Music. People. Your eyes fill with tears. 

“Ohhhh, I see,” Pennywise breathes, wide-eyed, as if he’s just discovered something grand. He thumbs away your tears, rubbing the gathering wetness into the ruddy flesh of your cheek. “You want to be close friends, is that it?” He giggles at your face and whatever he sees there, lowering his own to hover over yours. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

You watch in horror as he opens his mouth, his jaws splitting, peeling back to reveal needle-sharp teeth bursting from red, wet gums. Drool bubbles at the corners of his lips, dripping down his chin, and his eyes flare a dark, toxic gold. 

“Oh yes,” he warbles, his voice muffled around the rows of teeth undulating within his wide, gaping maw. His hand on your neck tightens, nails digging into your skin, and you wheeze with fear as you watch his teeth inching closer and closer to your face. His breath reeks of iron and rot. “You and me, we’ll be as close as close can be.”

Soft (Yoongi x Reader)

Description: You dye your hair with the boys before their upcoming comeback.

Requested By: Anonymous

Word Count: 547

Genre: Fluff

WARNINGS: Cursing, minor confidence issues

Energy buzzed through the air, well dressed women running around and yelling at the top of their lungs. The room smelled of powder and hair bleach, all preparation for the comeback. Yoongi sighed, watching the pretty woman, his girlfriend, rinse the bleach from his hair. He watched as her eyes lit up in excitement, pouring the bright purple dye onto his hair.

“You know, it’s not fair.”You looked up from his hair, your hands massaging the colour into his roots.

“What d’ya mean?” He chuckled at your confusion, leaning back into your hands.

The information surprised him, he always thought (Y/n) was super confident. You noticed his look of shock and shook your head, sighing.

“You’re always putting a new colour in my hair, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with anything but (H/c)!” You laughed lightly as your eyes met his in the mirror, “I’ve never had the confidence to make a big change like that.”

“Fake it till you make it sweetheart!”

“Oh come on!” It had been a week you had told Yoongi about your confidence issues. He had been trying to convince you to dye your hair since.

“Come on, Jagiya! Go crazy!” You gave him a look from your place behind the steering wheel, before continuing on the way to the dance studio.

“Look Yoongi! Even if I wanted to dye my hair, which I DON’T! I don’t have time! I’m too busy driving you around from one practice to another!” He pouted at the teasing tone in your voice, “Fine I’ll take an uber!” You scoffed.

“Ok I won’t, but come on! There isn’t one colour you’d really love to try?” You paused as you pulled into the parking lot, shifting the car into park.

“Well, I have always really liked pink…”

That night, after you dropped Yoongi off at the dorm, you drove halfway across town to a hair salon. The atmosphere was calm, despite your nerves. You felt yourself relax as you approached the front desk, smiling when the secretary glanced up at you.

“Hello! What can we help you with today?”

You paused, maybe you should have made an appointment?

“Uhm, yeah hi! I was wondering if you had anyone available to dye my hair tonight?” The woman smiled, clapping her hands and calling for someone.

“Cammi! I’ve got a customer for you!” A tall woman, no older than 19 emerged from the back room. She beamed as she lead you towards a chair.

“What colour were you wanting?” She sounded absolutely ecstatic.

“Pink, a pastel, pink please…”

“Dammit, you look so fucking soft!”

You breathed deeply, trying to calm your erratic heart beat. You loved your new hair, but would the boys? You huffed angrily at yourself as you hopped out of the car, it didn’t fucking matter what they thought! You tossed your purse over your shoulder, making your way into work.

“OH MY GOD!” Yoongi ran towards you, immediately running his hands through your hair. “You actually fucking did it, fuck this is awesome!” You were pretty sure you had never seen Yoongi so excited before. He grasped your face and looked into your eyes, placing a soft peck on your lips. He sighed, suddenly beginning to pepper you face in kisses.

BTS Reaction: They find out their S/O has a chronic illness when she/he has a bad episode.
  • I hope you like it @little-miss-sherlock Lots of lub to youu 💕💕
  • Smol Warning: This involves certain health issues that.. Well, I don't know if it would offend anyone that I'm writing about chronic illnesses I don't understand fully. I looked up the symptoms of all these and I'm going with that, if you know you'll get mad or your sensitive to this material please don't read.
  • ———————
  • ~ Kim Seokjin/Prince Jin:
  • Jin always heard you talking to yourself but he felt it was normal for people to do so and he found it cute. Until one day you forgot to take your medication. Your mind was everywhere you kept telling the wall to "Shut up" then-
  • Jin: Y/n? Are you okay? What's wrong? Look at me.
  • You: Who are you? Where am I? Where's mom?
  • Jin: What? Y/n. It's Jin.
  • You: Jin? Like... Gin?
  • Jin: No with a J.
  • He decided to take you to the doctors and surprisingly he found the one you go to for medication. Everyone seemed to know you, know what was going on and he found out you had schizophrenia.
  • Your personality was all over the place, you heard voices, and sometimes short losses of memory. When he found out he was extremely confused and mad. Why would you hide something so serious from him?
  • Jin: Explain.
  • You: I was ashamed.. Embarrassed. Who would want to date someone like me? I didn't want you to leave me..
  • You: I'm sorry..
  • Jin: -Holds you and kisses your forehead- I've told you. I'll love you till the day I die no matter how cheesy that sounds, it's true.
  • Jin: We'll work together, and I'll take care of you. You'll never have to deal with this alone.
  • Jin: I love you.
  • ~ Suga/Min Yoongi:
  • While you and Yoongi were going out to get grocery's you had fainted. Immediately he dropped everything to get you to a hospital.
  • Yoongi: What happened?
  • Doctor: Have they not told you? They've been here a few times.
  • Yoongi: For what?
  • Doctor: Their medication. We have them on two at the moment. They have GAD. Which stands for Generalized Anxiety Disorder. They fainted for lack of sleep. Their anxiety is very bad, she/he has horrid thoughts of her/himself, she/he has told us about her/his troubles sleeping, she/he has had thoughts of death, now that you know please do take care of her/him.
  • He was furious that you didn't tell him. He wanted you to trust him with everything and it definitely seemed like you did but to know you hid something involving your health he questioned how much trust you actually had in him.
  • Yoongi: Why didn't you tell me?
  • You: It's always made people back of from me.
  • You: It has ruined so many past relationships and I just don't want to lose you. I love and care about you so much Min Yoongi, I couldn't risk it.
  • Yoongi: But you could risk your health?
  • Yoongi: You know everything about me and after hearing you didn't leave me. What makes you think that THIS would want to make me leave you?
  • Yoongi: Anything you need just ask. Your health is the most important thing because you are important to to me.
  • ~ J-hope/Jung Hoseok:
  • You both were about to go to bed, at the time Hobi stayed over and when he went to go ask you something he saw you scrambling to find something.
  • Hobi: Y/n?
  • You: -You jump slightly- Yes?
  • Hobi: What are you looking for? Can I help you?
  • You: No. It's nothing, just needed a sleeping pill so I can sleep well.
  • Hobi: If you don't find them there's many ways I could help you sleep.
  • You: Today. I think I just want to cuddle with you Hoseok.
  • Later while he had fallen asleep, you went back to look for your medication. Then you started tantrum-ing, sobbing. getting emotional, you broke glass, and you weren't yourself. Of course Hoseok heard and ran out to see if you were okay or what was going on. He saw you sobbing on the ground, your hands bleeding from shards of glass that were on the floor.
  • Hobi: Oh my god. Y/n? Come with me. I'm taking you to a doctor.
  • You: Leave me alone, Go away! I don't need your help.
  • Hobi: Yes you do. Come here. -slowly approaching you-
  • You: I'm warning you to get away!
  • Once he manages to grab you and semi calm you down he takes you to a doctor and he found out you have a extreme Bipolar disorder, He was frustrated and heart broken that you never told him, and that he had to find out like this. When he saw you, you were going to talk but he didn't want to hear you.
  • Hobi: Don't you talk. Listen.
  • Hobi: Don't ever hide anything like this from me again. Do you understand? I thought that I took care of you well and to know that I wasn't able to help you for this, wasn't able to take care of you better is the worst thing I have ever felt.
  • Hobi: Understand that I love and care for you and I want to take care of you till the end.
  • You: I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle it. And you would leave, just like everyone else.
  • Hobi: Then I'm offended that I'm just "Everyone else" to you. I am your boyfriend, your lover, and someone who wants to take care of you like you take care of me.
  • Hobi: So let me.
  • ~ Rap Monster/Namjoon:
  • You: Do you what an Inhaler looks like?
  • Nams: I guess I do, why?
  • You: Random thought.
  • You and Namjoon took walks around beautiful areas a lot and walked to your house a lot. You looked through your bag to check if you had your inhaler and for some reason it was gone. You know you had taken it and you were worried because you might need it.
  • Nams: Y/n why do you have this? -He holds up your inhaler which you take from him immediately-
  • You: I'm taking it to someone later.
  • Nams: Don't lie to me.
  • You: I don't lie.
  • Nams: That was a lie. Do you have asthma?
  • You:
  • Nams: Answer me, Y/n.
  • You: Yes, I have asthma!
  • Nams: Why didn't you tell me?
  • You: Because I was embarrassed. It's embarrassing to breathe from a tube in public or in front of you.
  • You: And I figured you wanted to date someone normal. Someone who isn't bothersome and you won't have to worry about so much.
  • Nams: Baby, You don't ever need to feel embarrassed, I still love you, I'm falling in love with your personality. I love you just as you are and I will take care of you, alright?
  • Nams: From now on, tell me everything and anything. Nothing can change how I feel about you.
  • Park Jimin/Chimichanga:
  • You liked asking Jimin to teach you dance whether you were good or not didn't matter, it was just fun to move around to the beat of music, but today you forgot your pain killers so you were limping and falling a lot. .
  • Jimin: Are you okay? You're very off.
  • You: Just dandy.
  • Jimin: What's wrong?
  • You: Nothing.
  • Jimin: What's. Wrong?
  • You: I have Chronic pain, which is basically forever pain in the same place... I have it in my knee.
  • You: anddd oh my gkkdbd it's cramping up. Can you go get my pain killers please??
  • Jimin: Why didn't you tell me??
  • You: Because knowing you, You wouldn't let me out the damn house.
  • You: Even if we don't live together. I know you'd somehow watch me.
  • Jimin: I would let you out..
  • You: 1 step out the door would be too far for you.
  • Jimin: I just care about you.
  • You: I know but what you CAN do is help me with the medicine and take me to my doctors appointments.
  • Jimin: I can't drive...
  • You: You can accompany me to my doctors appointments.
  • V/Kim Taehyung:
  • When Tae came over to hang out with you, he opened the door with the spare key you gave him.
  • Tae: Honey!!! I'm hommee!
  • You guys had this joke where you acted like a married couple. You usually replied with something funny as well but you couldn't.
  • Taehyung went to the kitchen only to find you crouched, leaning against the wall behind you, and holding your head.
  • Tae: Y/n! Are you alright?
  • You: Medicine. Please. -You point to a cabinet- Get a white and blue bottle.
  • After he gave you the medicine and you were feeling a bit better you guys started talking.
  • You: Why are you here so early?
  • Tae: I wanted to surprise you but you surprised me. Are you okay?
  • You: I'm fine now. I mean, it'll happen tomorrow, the next day, the next, and after that, then so on.
  • Tae: That's impossible.
  • You: Not if you have a Migraine.
  • Tae: How come I didn't know?
  • You: I was embarrassed, I'm pretty sure you didn't want to date someone who was forever sick so it was nice knowing you—
  • Tae: Shhhtsh I'm staying and caring for you, and cuddling you, and being with you until the day I die.
  • Jeon Jungkook/Kookie:
  • You didn't hide it from Jungkook but you also haven't told him.
  • You'll take your medicine in front him and when he asks you say your sick.
  • But you've been sick for the whole year you guys have been dating so of course he is going to get suspicious.
  • You: I read a new book~
  • JK: Yeah you told me about it. You're on page 289, It's interesting, and you would like to find more from that author.
  • You: When did I.. You know I probably have bed memory.
  • JK: You told me about this book four times.
  • You: I have? Oh wow.
  • JK: How'd you forget after four times?
  • You: Ah hmm, I have ADHD, bad memory, bad at paying attention. um um oh wow suddenly I'm bored. Did I bring my pills??
  • JK: I don't think so, let's go home alright?
  • You: Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you. I just, it's not attractive. Yeah.
  • JK: I'd still love you with any sickness, how you talk to me, treat me, take care of me, love me, and your personality is what made me fall in love with you.
  • You: Thanks Bunny boy.
  • JK: Let's eat at Wagwan after alright?
  • You: I heard they give out Snickers now. I don't know why but I'm down.
  • JK: You're adorable.