just look at his smile in the 2nd one

Where Demons Hide

summary: Groaning into his pillow, Dan reached for his phone. Of course he had to spiral into the the black abyss of his mind when Phil was still on holiday with his family, thousands of miles away. A holiday he could’ve been a part of, but decided to miss out on in favour of spending some time alone in their new flat, recharging and finding the desperately needed inspiration for a new video. Or, Dan is struggling with anxiety and the one person he needs is thousands of miles away.

relationship: dan/phil

tags: established relationship, fluff, anxiety, anxiety attack, mental health issues, coping, comfort, existential crisis, flashbacks to 2009 

word count: 3,5k


This is my first time venturing into the realm of phanfic and I’m excited, but also a bit scared so… bear with me.

I wrote this mainly as a way of dealing with my own issues, so everything Dan’s experiencing is loosely based on my own issues/experiences. It’s also based on what he talked about in his last live show (May 2nd, 2017).

Aside from that there is also a lot of fluff thrown in there, including a flashback to 2009 because we all need to feel warm and fuzzy sometimes (especially when dealing with mental health issues), and what’s better for that than young love and domestic bliss?

This probably doesn’t need saying, but I want to say it anyway:
I do not, in any way, want to make any assumptions about Dan as a person or the mental health issues he’s struggling with. This is a character that is based on and highly influenced by what I know about Dan (and Phil) and I chose to explore this version of him(/them) as a way of dealing with my own struggles.

This is not beta’d, and English is not my first language, so anything sounding weird is on me. I’m sorry.

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Lets talk BLOCK B in London

First off, if you weren’t a B-Bomb stan before that concert, its pretty safe to say if you were sat anywhere within the vicinity of my seat, you damn well are now! That boy has some serious fan service that ropes you in without telling you! From his effortless beauty that shines the minute he steps on stage, to his favourite English food of Cottage Pie (Who taught him that?), to the intense stares he was giving the entire left hand side of the balcony which, might i just say, are literally soul-sucking whenever his eyes land on you! Its safe to say, i’d give my entire life’s earnings to see B-Bomb smile at me again. O.O

But i digress.

To be honest, i probably owe everyone an apology for being a little too excited the entire hour we were seated leading up to the beginning of the show, so if there was a girl by you with deely boppers and grey/purple hair that was shouting and dancing too much to the sound system, I apologize for any inconvenience i caused you!  (I was just trying to make everyone a little more hype!) ;)

But its safe to say, the minute the lights went down and the VCR began, i could not stop screaming. And the moment they all came out, skipping onto stage whooping, Zico going above and beyond the level of hype i expected- I was gone, im pretty sure the scream that left me was long and continuous and did not stop for the entirety of the concert.

But shall we get onto the bit, that i know you’re all here for?

Block B, when seen with your very own eyes, are the epitome of beauty, and in the strangest sense, when you see them, reality comes squeezing in around you, and you’re forced to realize in that moment that their little feet start dancing around the stage, that they are in fact ACTUAL human beings. 

Along with this, the most prominent understanding you are forced to come to, is that, that Taeil that you’ve always seen on screen and in pictures, is LITERALLY JUST AS CUTE AND SMOL as he is in real life. I could not stop staring at how adorable he is- regardless of how manly he might actually see himself as. 

I was also forced to accept the true herculean form of Kim Yukwon’s thighs, and the reality of exactly why he’s got a girlfriend and has had her since debut and beyond- the boy is GORGEOUS. 

I had to confront myself about the reality that Jaehyo really is an extremely tall Ahjumma crossed with Adonis. And i cannot tell you the enjoyment i got watching him get to the end of the 3rd song, before seeing his face start to show the pain of exercise and dancing whilst all his other members were still happily bouncing away (because SAME). And by the half way mark, he had almost completely given up and had began to piss about with U-Kwon, who continuously tried to jab him in the ribs.

And then came Kyung. Now, im not the biggest Kyung stan as im sure most are aware. HOWEVER, i cannot deny him the fact that he is incredibly cute in his gestures, and he was SO HYPE to be in London! I swear to God he didn’t stop smiling the entire time, and i think that is one of the main memories that i will take away from that experience, is the huge arm heart that Kyung kept showing to the 2nd level- plus, when he smiles AS HES LOOKING AT YOU, you’re sure to go home happy. Although, can we just also talk about his miniature English q&a session (because he was all too aware he is the most fluent in English out of all of them), in which he asked the members about their favourite British foods, (hence B-Bomb and cottage pie) and he tried to rip into them for their adorable simplistic answers? Quick run down:

B-Bomb - Cottage Pie (proud of himself)
Jaehyo - burger and fries? (I think, was very shy and awkward when he said it xD)
U-Kwon - five guys (also pretty enthusiastic) 
Zico - fish and chips (very VERY enthusiastic, could be the new mascot for fish and chips tbh)
Taeil - (i feel like it was something generically English but i cant remember, my bad) 
Kyung - just giggled the whole time.

Now, lets move onto Zico. That boy, was LIVING for being in London. Before i got there, i got the feeling he was pretty excited to be here through his insta posts, but he could not stop going on about it the whole time, exceedingly smiley and energetic through the entire first half (and second half to be honest) but after Conduct for Zero (when he filled in for P.O- I was sad, but it was a lit stage) he just seemed so happy to be there, and seemed to genuinely be having the time of his life. He was ALL TOO HAPPY to speak English for pretty much the entire time, and just seemed so proud of himself to be able to do so, which was so adorable i cannot tell you! But after seeing Block B live, you can really understand what kind of a group leader he is; efficient, compassionate, and just BAWSE!! 

One of the songs which was a game changer for me, was the heavy rock version of Very Good they played!! Like holey moley, that was LIT TO HIGH HEAVENS!! (i’ll upload a video clip in a mo). But also NICE DAY WAS INSANE! And Taeil carried it SOOO well- if you ever do anything in your life, see Lee Taeil sing them high notes live man!! It is WORTH IT! But tbh, the highlight of that night, despite the lacking of P.O’s presence- which i think i would have legitimately fainted at- was Zero For Conduct. I’ve always been a HUGE Bastarz fan!…but seeing that live, has changed my life! Sincerely.

And also, you might be thinking, but how did the other members feel? Zico and Kyung were happily chatting away in English, but what about the others? However, despite wondering this myself, when the ‘thank you’-esq time came around, they had such a good translation system working, and although i initially thought it would be awkward, the minute the crowd started responding to what the translator was saying after the boys had spoken, it just became such a beautiful and warming atmosphere, because i dont know about everyone else, but i was soo happy to know how the boys felt about London, and the end of their Europe tour in general. And after Zico took his hat off for us like he said he would if we genuinely impressed him, i can honestly say, any normal band will never live up to the experience of a block b/kpop concert in general.

And on a final note, lets just talk about the fan service again, cause i still cant get over B-Bomb and i dont think i ever will. He is Apollo, he is sunshine on a rainy day, he is a tragically beautiful painting, and for as long as i live i will never forget the entire 5-6 times i locked eyes with that man and shared in his smile. Because even though I got to wave at Taeil who was waving and pulling many a sad/funny face at the second floor area, and even though Kyung may have shot a heart in my direction, and coupled it with the cheesiest grin i ever did see, neither of them for some reason compare to the utter, graceless beauty, that is B-Bomb’s smile when directed specifically at you.

I’d say more about Zico, but his attention was mostly on the front row and the standing crowd, and im not entirely sure he could see the balcony seats and up well- but he was having a grand time regardless. Jaehyo was smiling throughout, but i got the sense from him, that despite the fact he was having a good time, he was tired from the end of tour. And U-kwon was really just playing with the girls hearts in the front row the entire night- so if you were down there, r.i.p after Kim Yukwon.

And alas, here i sit. Crying over remembering all the little details of the show, that as soon as it started seemed like it only took 5 minutes before it was ending, cause i was simply enjoying myself so much. The Post-concert blues are real, and i think that concert truly did change my entire life, but if there is one bit of advice i’d give anyone who was thinking of going to a kpop concert, or any concert in general in the future…its simply to take a moment to take it in, it wont ever be enough, but as long as you take a moment for yourself to realize that what you’re experiencing is real, then it’ll all be okay.

P.S. imma probs do another post tomorrow with everything i’ve forgotten from this one, but for now, enjoy my reliving of ‘Blockbuster in London’. <3

Sleepy Stilinski


Request-Being Stiles girlfriend and calling him when you cant sleep so he comes over and lots of cuddling? Also, good luck on your blog!


“How much do you love me?” I asked as Stiles answered his phone. It was almost two in the morning and I couldn’t sleep, so naturally I thought to call over the one person who can fall asleep in seconds and who also happens to be my boyfriend.
“A lot. Why?” he said, his voice muffled a bit by his face in his pillows. I knew his phone was on speaker and he was half asleep but I had tried everything to go to sleep and nothing was working.
“I can’t sleep, nothing I’ve tried is working and I was hoping that maybe you would get in that Jeep that you love so much and come over.” I answered, almost wincing as I said the last part. Everyone who knows Stiles knows that he loves his sleep, hell he needs his sleep or he becomes a drama queen, but I need my boyfriend. It was silent for a second, silent in my room, silent on the other line, just for a second before I heard movement on Stiles’ end of the call.
“You are lucky that you’re cute. I’ll see you in five.” He yawned out, hanging up and making me smile widely. I got out of bed, grabbing an extra pillow and blanket from my closet know that he would need his own or else I would be cold all night and he would be wrapped up in my blankets. Luckily, I have a full-size bed so there was enough room for two of us, but even with the bed being a good size, we always ended up as close as humanly possible. I’m sure that my hair looked like an utter mess, but I didn’t care and I know Stiles didn’t either. He was coming here to sleep, I could look like a zombie and he wouldn’t care or probably even notice. I put the pillow and blanket on my bed and then walked down stairs and into the kitchen to get some water. I always sleep better when I’m not thirsty and at this point I was just waiting for Stiles. When I heard, his Jeep pull into my drive way, I put the glass of water down and jogged over to the front door, opening it quietly and looking at a sleepy Stiles walk towards me. When he got close, his face illuminated by the porch light, me he gave me a sleepy smile and looked at what I was wearing, his 2nd lacrosse jersey, the one he uses for away games.
“Nice shirt, where did you get it?” He asked causing me to roll my eyes and pull him inside. My parents never cared if Stiles stayed the night because they knew we would never do anything rated R with them in the house but they did care if we woke them up. So, I just took Stiles’ hand and led him upstairs back to my room. Once I shut the door, I looked back at him and kissed his lips ever so softly.
“Thanks for coming over.” I whispered and he just nodded sleepily and looked around my room. My blue lights were on, something I can’t sleep without because the blue light calms me. I was wearing the most comfortable piece of clothing I own, well stole. My hair was still a little wet from the shower I had taken to try to relax. There was only one thing left to do, cuddle with my boyfriend until I fell asleep.
“Okay, sleep.” He said pointing to the bed, I grabbed his hand and pulled him over to it, laying down, with him doing the same. It took us both a second to get under the blankets, now it was just time to try to find a comfortable position. Stiles was laying in the middle of the bed, on his stomach with his arms above his head. I lifted his one arm and snuggled underneath it so my forehead was resting in the crook of his neck. It was a little bit of a weird position for us but I could already feel myself getting sleepy.
“(Y/N)?” He whispered as I snuggled as close to him as I could possible get, feeling my eyelids begin to get heavy. I just let out a small “mmhmm” wanting him to continue but not wanting to for a real word.
“I missed you. I’m glad you called. Get some rest baby, I love you.” He whispered, kissing my temple before laying back down in our new fount comfortable position.
“Love you too” I mumbled out before I let the sleep take over me. Ever since that night, whenever we sleep together we always end up back in that positon.

I met Emmet tonight!! On the way there I felt like I was gonna be sick I was so nervous. It was amazing and I’m SO happy.

  • I shook his hand???
  • He’s even more handsome in person.
  • My mom told him my name (Sydney Kathleen) and he said, “Oh that’s a lovely name! I just might sing that one tonight (I’ll Take You Home Again Kathleen) And then HE WINKED AT ME.
  • He did sing it (the 2nd song) and I was in the second row so he kept looking at me and smiling.
  • He smiled at me during some of the other songs too.
  • He sang ‘Beauty And The Beast’
  • I don’t think I ever stopped smiling the whole time I was there.
  • We saw him after and thanked him.
  • He was taking a picture with a little girl and he said "It’s like beauty and the beast.” <3
  • He signed my CD, and my mom’s CT shirt.
  • I asked for a hug, “Hugs are no problem!”
  • After the hug he said, “Are we good?” (on the hug)
  • He said 'See ya soon’
  • RIP me.

Namjoon: “Godd-a.. AISH! Get lost. Go out!!” Namjoon was interrupted mid-thrust, banging you over the dinner table when the rest of the members loudly stomped their way in. 

“BuT WE eAT THERE!” The voice was V’s, and he were being shuffled out by Jin.
“Stop staring JimMIN- GOdda.. I will kill you!” He becomes super flustered but looks down at you, who is even redder, hiding your face behind your hands.
“WHY ARE YOU ALL STILL STANDING THERE!? GET OUT OR I’LL DISBAND THIs shit.” The others scurried away, suga lastly with a smirk on his face.
“Are you okay?” He slightly chuckles.
“YES OMGgg asfg Poor baby Jungkookies eyes.” You say, red as a tomato.
“Well.. He’s an adult now. But you know, they are gone now.. we can just continu-” He smirks.

Originally posted by rapsuckas

(extra gif for u bcuz he so darn cute)

Suga: He remains calm, looks up when he hear the front door opening and all the guys stand there, and he is naked from the waist down thrusting into you from the behind, having you pinned against the wall.
“Is there something you want?” He asks after a few seconds of silence, and the members shake their head, slowly exiting again after seeing Yoongi’s death glare. He smirks when they are gone, whispering “Where were we?” In your ear before continuing.

V: You guys usually don’t do that stuff so much out in the open, and its usually more cuddly, but this time V was pounding you from the back over the kitchen counter and you liked it.
The boys came in through the door, first you didn’t hear them, until they all stood there from behind watching you, Jin covering Jungkooks eyes. Jimin was just a huge grin along with Namjoon and Suga looked a bit unimpressed, maybe it was the angle. Namjoon cleared his throat.

“AIGH. I- HYUNG. PLEASE GO.” He looked superflustered, but was wearing is usual grin over the lips, and trying to cover your naked body up with his. (but failing)

Originally posted by btsleepy

Jungkook: It had been a few days since you were, well, physical with your boyfriend Jungkook but today had definitely been super full of sexual tension, and since you two were alone, you had grabbed him when he was on the way out from the shower and now you and him were in full force, going at it in the sofa. Jungkook had his back to the hallways, so you were the first one to meet a pair or very chocked eyes belonging to Hoseok. 
“OMO!” You slapped jungkook on the back and he turned around, facing all of the other members. Suga was grinning, so was V, but more out of embarrassment. Jin and Namjoon looked a bit like displeased parents, like ‘on the couch? really’ Hoseok looked he’d seen a ghost.  Jimin kinda looked like he wanted to join.
“AHHhhhh…h.hahahahaha Hyung……. It’s not what you think.” Jungkook tossed the blankets from the sofa over you.
“I though you were supposed to be the cleanest one. We share that sofa..” Hoseok said, and then Jin and Namjoon tugged the others clothes, and began to walk out, and you heard Namjoon say: “Let the kids finish. Let’s go out for food while they are at it. Kinda crave seafood.” 

Originally posted by skygmyg

Jimin: Jimin wasn’t just all sexy in front of the camera, sure he was shy sometimes, sometimes flustered why he did certain thing, but he also knew it got you good, so of course he had worked his magic on you, and there was no time for you to get to his bed, instead you just went at it in the hallways, your face up against the wall, his hands on your waist for better grip, just pounding. His hair sticking to his forehead because of the sweat. Aaand that’s when V flung open the door, and then came Jungkook, Hoseok, Suga and Namjoon. Their mouth like small ‘o’. Jin immediately grabbed the younger ones, turning them away.
“Jesus, Jimin. Really?” Jin said, and Hobi started laughing out of sheer 2nd hand embarrassment.
Jimin just stared back, red in the face, but he also looked like this wasn’t an unusual occurrence. 
“We’ll take a walk or something, just be finished in 15 minutes, not that, that should be a problem.” Yoongi smiled, and turned away with the others.
Jimin released his breath. 
“Are you okay jagi? That was so embarrassing. God. Buuut he said 15 minutes. Wanna finish it up on the coach?” He smirked mischievously, raising and eyebrow and winking.

Originally posted by bts-ships

J-Hope: Hoseok was a very touchy guy, just normally, like skinship, hugs and tiny kisses constantly. But this time it was more, and with more.. much much more. So much that you and he were lying in a sweaty pile, on a blanket, on the living room floor.

When the boys cam in the two of you were done but still very very naked, and Hobi threw his arms around you, trying to get the blanket too, to cover up your body. 
“YAH!!” He screamed, and the boys were probably more startled with the naked hobi screaming on the floor, they probably didn’t even connect first what the two of you had been doing. It just became a screaming, panic moment for the poor boy.

Originally posted by troiskims

Jin: Usually the two of you liked it slow, cosy. Sometimes a bit more, and this time it was it. Jin had been in the kitchen cooking when you felt like it was time for some fun, and that turned into, well.. rough kitchen counter sex.
The boys walked in on what they thought should be a delicious dinner, and well it had been, just not for them.
“Oh my-” Hobi called out, V looked very surprised, and Jungkook super embarressed.
“This wasn’t what I wanted for dinner.” Suga sassily blurted out.
Jin looked up, covering your naked body with his, and his hands.
“Ah– hahaha—haha..” He laughed obviously embarrassed and bothered.
“I’ll make you real dinner later, go, go, go.” He laughed as they left the room, looking at your red face.

“I didn’t want them to see my baby naked, but at least now they know you are definitely mine.” He hugged you in a tight embraced and then kissed you slowly.

Originally posted by bwiseoks

(A/N: OKAy OMggg.. hope you like it, i never think that RM would disband them, it was just something funny I wanted to write in okeyyy) 

ii. hotline bling(roman bürki)

inspired by x

“Give me my phone back!” you demanded as your boyfriend continued wiggling the device above your head.

Every time you were close to catching it into your outstretched hands, he rose his arm higher and threw his head back in laughter, enjoying the way you were struggling.

“No. You are glued to this thing. I want us to spend some time together and in my book this doesn’t mean you sending me videos of cute animals on Instagram.” he openly mocked.

“You are being mean and totally unreasonable.” your lips were set in a pout as you once again jumped as high as you could, your hands in the air but still didn’t manage to get your phone back.

Why did he have to be so tall? What’s the drill with goalkeepers being tall anyway? You were just above 160cm and you were perfectly happy with it. Why couldn’t he be like that also? Him having this advantage over you was definitely not fair at all.

“I’m not kidding, Roman. Give it back or I’ll…” you threatened, your brows arched, your lips tight, your index finger pointed at him. 

“You’ll what?” he asked with an amused smile.

“I’ll…I’ll just…I’ll…” you tried saying a couple of times but at each attempt, you failed to continue. He laughed. Oh now he was going to pay, you were going to make him pay.

Standing on your tiptoes, your left hand resting on his biceps, you laid an open-mouthed kiss on the sensitive skin where his neck and shoulder met. You felt the shiver that ran down the length of his body as you lightly started sucking and nipping, your other hand buried in the short dark strands of hair at the base of his neck.

His whole body relaxed, melting against yours as you marked your way to his sweet spot with little kisses, bites and licks, teasing every centimetre of his skin. He dropped the hand that was holding your phone to your side and pulled you closer.

You looked up at him then down at his lips as you took your bottom one between your teeth. He leaned forwards and just as his mouth was about to land on yours, taking it captive, you took advantage of the fact that he was distracted and quickly snatched your phone way.

“I’ll just do that,” you smiled sweetly at his dumbfounded expression before walking away.

anonymous asked:

Can I have Hanamiya and Haizaki's respective team's reactions to meeting Hanamiya and Haizaki's girlfriend who is the complete opposite of him (sweet, innocent, caring, etc.) Good luck with you blog! I love your writing style so far.

Thank you so much!!! I hope you enjoy.

Hanamiya - The members of Kirisaki Daichi’s basketball team stood around awkwardly, staring at you while you sat on the bleachers, clutching an envelope to your chest. You looked around expectantly, fixing the bow in your hair and straightening your skirt again. It baffled the boys. You shyly give them a warm smile.

Just when Yamazaki was about to ask you if you were lost, everyone’s attention is spun towards Hanamiya entering the gym, telling off some poor first year.

“If you want to be on the starting line-up, you’re going to have to prove you’re not useless on the court.” He rolled his eyes at the kid. “You’re not doing a good job of convincing me.”

Upon seeing him, you jump off the bleachers running towards him with outstretched arms.

“Mako-chan~~~~!” you sing, throwing yourself at him for him to catch you.

He’s a little startled, although can’t help but smile a bit and wraps his arms around you anyway. The boys around you are stunned for a moment, before breaking into laughter when you present the love letter to him.

“Damn, Mako-chan, how’d you someone like her fall for you?” Hara says trying to stifle his laughter. Just as Hanamiya was about to retort, you gently press your lips to his cheek, cutting his words short.

“Be nice, Makoto,” you say softly. The laughter would have started up again if it weren’t for the death stare Hanamiya was giving his team. You give a cute wave to everyone before going on your way. Hanamiya turns back to his team and begins practice, making everyone run triple the normal laps around the court to remind them that “Mako-chan” was a name only you were allowed to give him.

Haizaki - You cheer along with everyone else as Fukuda Sogo finishes off the 2nd quarter with a staggering lead. Haizaki scans the crowd for you, giving you a smile and a short wave when he spots you. You stand up, enthusiastically waving and blowing him a kiss. You were so sweet it was almost sickening. One of his teammates managed to see the whole exchange.

“SHE’S the new girlfriend you’ve been talking about?“

Haizaki nods, looking down on his teammate darkly. “She is. So what?”

“I just didn’t think someone so… nice would be your type,” he says grinning.

“Opposites attract I guess” Haizaki responds, dismissing the comment. Another teammate chimes in to press on. It was obvious that there was more to it.

“Is she an attempt at improving your reputation around here?“

“Did your parents say you needed to find a good girl for once?”

“Or maybe she’s just good in bed, cause you know-”

Before the sentence is finished, Haizaki cuts in. “Or maybe I just like the girl!” Everyone is silent for a moment, they expected more. Haizaki sighs and quickly adds, grinning wildly;

“…and you’re right. Innocent girls happen to be the most fun to play with in bed…”

What to Love About Min Yoongi
  • min suga genius jjang jjang man boong boong (this is literally my life lol)
  • He’s hardworking… REALLY hardworking
  • He’s deep
  • He highkey is judgmental 
  • “I don’t give a shit, I don’t give a fuck”
  • When he tries to speak English, he gets all softy and blushy
  • He’s talented 
  • His lyrics hit you like a train. They’re so meaningful
  • Stays up at night to make music
  • Every time it was his birthday, he has done something so sweet for ARMYs (Like when he wrote notes on all these drinks and candy and distributed to them)
  • Sooooo sweet
  • His aeygo man.. I ain’t complaining (^;
  • Wants to become better (even though he is)
  • CYPHER FREAKING PART 2 YOOO (all cyphers are lit tho)
  • Spits fire like it’s nothing
  • Sexy moments (//sweats nervously//)
  • He may act like he’s 80 years old, but once he has energy…He’s 5.
  • Looks 5, but is 80. lololol 
  • He really isn’t lazy guys, he just needs some sleep and food
  • Makes sure his little ones eat first before him (HOW SWEET)
  • He loves his girlfriend dearly. 
  • Pillow neck^
  • Literally can fit any hair color or style. 
  • He’s gonna sue bighit for dying his hair so much. Poor guy
  • The Grandpa.
  • When he runs, it’s the cutest thing ever omg
  • HE WANTS TO RELEASE HIS MIXTAPE THIS YEAR! If he actually finishes
  • His gummy smile
  • “I’M A D-BOY” (2nd favorite quote)
  • Perfect face, lips, eyes, nose, oMG GOALS
  • When a member does something embarrassing, he looks away or squats down and doesn’t look at them 
  • Father Louis Williams Suga Adam the third
  • ^ He put his middle finger through the hole so his members sins can be cleansed 
  • Yoonmin and Yoonseok is life
  • Intros 
  • When he got sick and couldn’t perform (Along with Tae) and he felt so miserable about it. So during his vacation, he went to the stadium and he felt the fans feelings. ;__; he feels bad
  • Even if his parents don’t really support him, he is still trying to do his best
  • Great at basketball!!
  • At fansigns, he would balance toys on his head. He’s a master at it
  • Fucking hands.
  • Pun master
  • Fluffy asf
  • At the same time, he’s bad ass
  • Works as hard to keep up with the dance choreographs
  • I personally think he has potential of singing 
  • His little chicken legs omg
  • I seriously think he’s in love for Hoseok tbh. 
  • When he wears big clothing.. Literally the best. (I love his fashion) (Especially when he wears big scarfs)
  • Jungkook and Yoongi are gonna start a lamb skewer business
  • Made sure Hoseok and Jimin were okay when they were bungee jumping. 
  • ALWAYS ON HIS PHONE (texting me (^; ) (I wish) 
  • Spiritual Animal
  • The way he sleeps. He scrunches up on a couch or sofa and just lays there until he can fall asleep
  • His hastags on Twitter…. 
  • I got one word for you. KUMAMON.
  • His fashion
  • He’s perfect honestly
  • Black haired Yoongi.
  • His “confused” expressions 
  • He stayed so calm when bfree said mad shit in front of his face. He took it professionally along with Namjoon. 
  • He’s a rap God.
  • That Vapp video he did with Hoseok when they had to react to their members videos and try not to laugh first.
  • This girl said she was going to sue Min Yoongi and I’m gonna do the same because he makes my heart explode
  • Was a boss during the archery practice, but bombed it during isac (you did good yoongi)
  • When he’s feeling down, he sometimes talk to us about his feelings on Twitter. Which I kinda like because we can reach out to him.
  • Calm
  • Photographer (^:

My brain is out of juice right now, but ofc there’s a lot of things that I love about him. I really hope he has a good birthday <3 I love you Min Yoongi. 

Originally posted by spongecakechimchim

It’s your day Min Yoongi. I absolutely love you. I may be overseas, but I will try my best to stay by your side forever and forever. Let’s keep running together <3 Thank you for everything, thank you for the music, the videos, the interviews, the time and effort you make. Get some rest and eat well. Happy Birthday Min Yoongi #HappySugaDay #HappyMinYoongiDay I love you!

Happy Birthday, Sammy

Sam woke up to the smell of coffee. Not just coffee, though, but really good coffee. The gourmet stuff that Dean so often claimed was far too frou-frou for their manly hunter tastes.

Yet here he was, smelling it. Slowly he opened his eyes, and in the dim light coming through the grate on the bottom of his door, his bedside table came into view; complete with the steaming coffee cup the heavenly smell was coming from.

“Thought that might get you up,” Dean’s voice chuckled lowly, and Sam slowly rolled onto his back to look at his brother. Dean was propped up in bed next to him, hair still sleep mussed and holding his own cup of coffee in one hand while the other was holding his phone.

“What time is it?” Sam asked through a yawn, and Dean glanced to his phone screen.

“9:18,” he said, and Sam’s eyebrows jumped up to his hairline.

“I had an alarm set for 6:30,” he said dumbly, turning over again and reaching around the coffee cup to where is phone was still plugged into its charger, “Why didn’t it go off? Why didn’t you wake me earlier?”

“Dude,” Dean chided, tossing his own phone aside and smacking Sam smartly on the shoulder, “It’s May 2nd. There’s no way in hell that I’m letting my baby brother get up at the ass-crack of dawn on his birthday.”

Sam froze, hand around his phone, and looked over his shoulder at Dean. Dean raised his eyebrows, a small smile on his face, and Sam slowly let go of his phone and rolled back over onto his back.

“You want to celebrate my birthday?” he asked, and Dean chortled.

“Jeez, Sammy don’t try to hide your enthusiasm or anything.”

“No, it’s just-” Sam frowned, but then Dean was moving, putting his own coffee cup aside and swinging one leg over Sam’s hips. Sam raised his eyebrows as Dean braced his arms on either side of Sam’s head.

“Listen,” Dean said sternly, “We’ve got nothing on the radar. It’s your birthday. For the first time in ten freaking years, we’re together, on your birthday, not in a freakin’ motel room, and there’s ice cream cake in the freezer. Let’s sleep in some more, fuck around, drink your girly gourmet coffee, and just enjoy the fact that you’re here, you’re 33, and you’re still smokin’ hot.”

Dean grinned, angling his head down and pressing a firm kiss to Sam’s surprised mouth, “Alright?”

Sam huffed a startled laugh, eyes flitting over Dean’s face. His brother still had a soft smile playing at the corners of his mouth, and his ruffled bedhead made him look younger and sweeter than the man Sam saw most days. Sam couldn’t dream of saying no to that.

“Ok, Dean,” he smiled, reaching up and cupping Dean’s face. He coaxed him down for another kiss, “Birthday it is.”

“Damn straight,” Dean mumbled, sliding down and letting his weight settle over Sam as they shared another kiss, “Happy Birthday, bitch.”

“Thanks, jerk.”

Calvin talking about your future together

The room was dark around you and the sounds of the TV filled the room. You sat on your bed, legs crossed, Calvin’s head resting in your lap. Concentrating on the television in front of you, you almost didn’t heard the boy say your name.

“[Y/N]” Calvin called for a second time, grabbing your attention, “Where do you want to live when we get married?” 

You were caught off guard by this question, but turned your attention to the brown eyed boy in your lap, “When we get married?” you questioned.

You and Calvin had been together for a few years now, so the topic of marriage wasn’t ridiculous but never before had Calvin brought it up. It was actually quite cute to you that the boy hoped for a future with you.

“I mean,” the boy began shuffle, becoming nervous, “Only if you’d want to get marri-”

“A big city.” you deadpanned, cutting him off.

“What?” he asked looking up into your eyes

You smiled at him, and run your hands through his hair, “When we get married, I’d like to live in a big city.”

Calvin smiled along with you and he grab your hand, holding it to his chest.

“That sounds nice, babe. I’m sure we’ll find a place we love.” he assured you.

Never had Calvin come off as a guy to share his thoughts about the future, but tonight he was coming out of his shell. “As long as I’m with you, I’ll like where ever we decide to live, Cal.” 

It wasn’t a lie, Calvin made you happy and he felt like home. Whether you lived in a big house together or a shabby apartment, you’d feel just the same. 

“What if we live under a bridge, would you like that?” he asked jokingly.

“Oh my god, Calvin, you’re such an ass. You know what I mean.” you laughed, leaning closer to his face, looking at the details you could make out from the light of the television.

Calvin laughed along with you, before leaning up into a kiss. The kiss was sweet and light as he pulled you closer, but didn’t last near long enough before Calvin pulled away slowly. You looked into his eyes, only centimeters away from yours and you couldn’t help but remember every reason why you loved him. 

“What about in an alley?” Leafy muttered.

“Oh my god you are ridiculous!” you exclaimed before, hitting him with a pillow, “You can’t even be serious for 2 minutes?”

Calvin chuckled pushing the pillow from his face, his smile shinning, “You know I’m not serious.”

He was right, you knew he wasn’t serious. But that was just one of the countless things you loved about him. 


+ for: anon 03

+ words: 586

+ summary: can i request for a mark highscool au? thank you!

+ i feel like this came out kind of lame (。•́︿•̀。)

+ request? masterlist?

  • Mark is the smol baby of the school. Everyone loves him and they just want to take care of him because he is a baby.
  • Even his underclassmen act in this way. They kind of go both ways though, they listen to his instructions, look up to him, et cetera but also try and take care of him because he’s basically a baby bird and if anyone hurts him well… they’re dead.
  • Since he did live in Canada before debuting, girl’s don’t typically confess to him but do have major crushes on him.
  • Underclassmen girls are the most though, since upperclassmen feel a bit weird about it. Even if they are his age.
  • He looks seven, I’m sorry.
  • Mark has never had a girlfriend though. They just scare him and he’s not sure what to do. Where to put your hands. Am I supposed to kiss her now?!
  • It’s a fun time.
  • He also takes part in the annual talent show since choir doesn’t really see rapping as their kind of thing. But the school absolutely loves him and he’s won 3rd, 2nd, and 1st place the last three years.
  • Mark enjoys english the most, just literature in general is so much fun plus he’s able to talk the most in that class because his teacher is so chill.
  • Plus movie days!! That’s the best time to take a soothing nap or look at that cute girl across the room while acting like he’s asleep.
  • He just thought you were so cute. Like everything about you, your hair, your smile, your attitude. It was just so refreshing.
  • You actually knew Korean too because you’re a big dweeb because kpop and kdrama are life fam.
  • So one day, Mark is on the phone with his friend who is supposedly Korean since he’s speaking it and going on and on about this girl and you just think: “Oh God, he likes someone. I don’t have a chance!”
  • But THEN he says your name and you’re just asdfghjkl. The stars have aligned, the world stops spinning and all you see is that stupid “the more you know” sign.
  • Now your biggest problem is here, you’re not supposed to know Korean, he doesn’t know so what are you supposed to do. So you just… walk on by like everything’s chill when in reality you choke on your spit and trip over yourself.
  • Mark starts to giggle slightly and you being you act super awkward and just sit on your butt like its totally normal. So he walks over to you and helps you up and is all super charismatic and charming.
  • And all you can think of is that his hand is touching yours and you just can’t let go because you just like him so much. What can I girl to get a break around here?!
  • Mark starts to say something but you blurt out “I know you like me!” and he’s just stunned and your covering your mouth and the guy on the phone gasps because he knows english to?? And your just… dead because wth, why would you say that?
  • “And I like you too,” you mutter and he smiles timidly, scratching his neck and not sure what to say.
  • “Ah, h-how’d you know?”
  • “I heard you.”
  • “You speak Korean!?”
  • “Um, y-yeah,”
  • He thinks its the coolest thing ever and admits that he was going to wait until the school dance came around to ask you and all you could do is laugh at his shy speak.

I’m so in love, I don’t even know where to begin. I never met someone so understanding, so loving, so capable of making me feel so at home as Sean does. 

We started talking in February, dating in March, saying I love you in April, and now today marks our 2nd month together. Everything moved so fast, but I never been more certain about someone in my life. 

I look at Sean and I see what I never saw in anyone else. I’m overwhelmed with this indescribable feeling I have for him. When I’m with him, all I feel is this utter peace and love towards him. The way he smiles at me with his perfect teeth, his gentle snoring that keeps me awake, the way he squints his eyes when trying to focus, just simply his scent…I just know he’s the one for me. I know I sound crazy because we’ve only been together for a short amount of time, but isn’t everyone in love all a little crazy?

He’s helped me grow so much as a person. I feel so much more comfortable in my own skin mostly in part because he lets me know how attractive I am to him. I’ve grown and I’m continuing to grow because of his encouragement. I’m so uncertain with what direction I’m going in life, but having him by my side, supporting my every decision just makes everything so much easier. He has given me so much happiness in such a short amount of time, thanks to him I’m actually looking forward to the days that come ahead of me. 

Life is simple with him around. I know I don’t need a man in my life to make me feel complete, but having him by my side there to give me love and encouragement is just so damn nice.

Basically, what I’m trying to say is

Chanyeol: Sarangheyo [Scenario, Fluff]

A/N So my friend requested a Chanyeol fluff & I’m bored so I thought YOLO ;) Bare in mind fluffs aren’t my strong point.  

“Chanyeol-ah! Where’s the glasses?” It’s your first time being inside EXO’s dorm, so everything there is new to you. You’ve been dating EXO’s Chanyeol for about 6 months now, & after about 2 of the 6 people began to find out about you two. As soon as the members found out they were so excited to have you come round, but Chanyeol insisted that you didn’t because well, “The members are too much” he said. That’s why it was delayed until now, & on the first day of being there with all 12 boys you don’t even know where they keep their glasses, great. “In the 2nd cupboard jagiyah!” Chanyeol shouted back from the front room, he was playing his console with the other members, so you decided to grab a drink whilst he played. Once you finally realised what he meant by 2nd cupboard, you found the glasses, grabbed one, & poured yourself a glass of water. Just to seem healthy. 

As you walked back into the front room Chanyeol was sat alone on the couch, in a huff. “What’s wrong baobei?” You said, smiling at how cute he looked as you sat down next to him. “I lost, straight away! So the members won’t let me play cause they think i’m terrible, can you believe that?!” He replied, stomping his feet, huffing & puffing. Instinctively you moved yourself closer to Chanyeol, locking your arm with his. “Aww yeolie, you’re not terrible. I mean, even though I can beat you…” “WHAT?” he interrupted. “Oh hell no. Me & you, match. Now.” Before you could decline Chanyeol ripped the controllers off his members & passed one to you. “First one to 100 points wins” He said. “You’re on.”

“That’s not fair, you cheated!” Chanyeol whined. You managed to beat him, twice, hurting his pride a little bit. The front room was quiet now, as the other members went to continue on with their own things. So it left just you and Chanyeol, alone. “Aww oppa, it’s not like I was trying to beat you, it was just that you were to easy to beat!” You said, trying not to burst out laughing. Chanyeol instantly looked at you, giving you that ‘if you don’t run now you’ll be tickled to death’ look. You knew that look from anywhere, & within seconds you were on your feet, running around in circles as Chanyeol was chasing you close behind. “Ya you’re too slow!” You shouted. Suddenly, you felt yourself trip up on the rug & fall smack down on the floor, then the heavy weight of Chanyeol on top of you as he tripped up too. You both couldn’t stop laughing, but once you did, Chanyeol wrapped you up into his arms, “Jagiyah, are you okay? You didn’t hurt yourself did you?” “No, i’m fine.” You replied. “Good, cause I wouldn’t want my beautiful girl getting bruised or hurt now would I?” You loved it when Chanyeol showed his caring, compassionate side, as it makes you fall in love with him more & more. Just something about his personality was enough to make you love him, but when he’s caring? It’s like ticking all the boxes. Perfection in one man. “What?” He asked you, giggling slightly, almost confused by your blank expression as he noticed you were just staring at him, in awe. “Nothing.” You replied, “I guess I just, love you. Is that weird?” Chanyeol let out a huge smile, “Of course not, I love you too, so much _____.” He pressed his delicate lips onto yours, hugging you tighter but with love & protection in his grip. His kiss was soft, like eating cotton candy at a theme park. “Omo!” You heard someone say nearby. Recognising the voice you knew it was Sehun. Not realising you were both still wrapped up together on the floor, Chanyeol shouted at Sehun telling him to get lost, before getting up to chase after him as he was snapping pics of you two together. “YA BABO-YA IM GONNA KILL YOU IF YOU DO ANYTHING WITH THOSE PICTURES!” You hear Chanyeol shout. Then the muffled screams of Oh Sehun coming from one of the rooms. You realised from then on you weren’t only getting one member of EXO, they were a package. 



Lesson 13: How to hold on back.

“I’m a prisoner just like you.”

Lesson 12

James Buchanan Barnes. Bucky Barnes. James.

October 2nd, 2010.

New Orleans, Louisiana.

“Genesis,” your Master greeted, and a smile spread across his cold, pale face. The dark green tattoos on his face were pulled taut, and his dark eyes gleamed with pride. You walked up to his dais, a cool smile on on your face. He beckoned you forward, his other hand extended. You placed your black gloved hand, in his cold and wrinkled one, and he examined you carefully, looking for any flaw in your dress, or appearance. “You are looking well,” he complimented, and you nodded your thanks.

“Thank you, Master,” you answered, your voice smooth and void of any emotion, meeting his coal black eyes that glimmered like polished stones. “My stay at Mr. Stark’s company was quite… educational.”

Your Master nodded thoughtfully, squeezing your hand gently. “Now, child, it is time for your assignment.” Releasing your hand, your Master clapped, and a servant came forward out of the darkness holding a large envelope on a gold platter. Your guild’s brand, the scythe, gleamed black on the servant girl’s neck, and you unconsciously rubbed your ribs, where yours was branded.

“Genesis, you are to help out an… associate of mine,” he said delicately, grabbing the envelope and shooing the girl away, and placed it in your hands. You immediately opened it, and started to read it. “His name is Alexander Pierce and he is need of help, with the Asset.”

You paused in your reading, your eyes going wide. “The Asset, Master? The Winter Sol-”

“Don’t say it!” He yelled, and you shrunk back in surprise. Sighing, your Master slumped back into his chair (that looked like a throne, if you this was the honesty hour), and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t say it, Genesis. Pierce wants to make sure this doesn’t get out to anyone, you understand?” he paused, and after you nodded your confirmation, he continued. “Pierce wants a telepath on hand to keep him calm and compliant, and once I showed him the file I have on you, well, he liked what he saw.” A predatory smile spread across his face, and you had to fight to keep your expression blank, and the fear under control.

“I’ll be in the facility for a year, Master?” you asked, carefully placing the file in your backpack, and he nodded.

“Yes, and you are to behave and follow orders,” he instructed, and you nodded. Waving a hand to dismiss you, you bowed and started to walk away from your Master. “Oh, and Genesis?”

You looked back to your Master, who smirked at you. “Don’t make the same mistake Remy made..”

October 15th, 2010

Location Unknown.

“This is the man?” you asked the lab technician, gesturing to the man in front of you. The technician nodded nervously, his eyes resting on the gun holstered on your hip. “Good, now get out of here,” you spat, and he ran out.

You took in the Asset’s appearance. He had chin length, scraggly, black hair, and a five o’clock shadow. His blue eyes were vacant, as he stared across the room. His metal arm twitched besides him, and you carefully stepped closer to him. “Soldier?” you asked quietly, and his gaze turned towards you.

“I am ready to comply,” he answered, his voice flat, and something deep inside of you awakened. Was it humanity? You thought ruefully to yourself, as the Soldier continued to stare at you. No, that had been awake since you had met Stark. No, it was compassion. And in that split second, you made a decision that would alter your life forever. You were going to help this broken man, just like someone had helped you.

“I don’t need any of that, Mr. Barnes. I’m just here to help.” you replied, using the name from the file, and he blinked. Twice.

“Are you not one of them?” he asked, and you were astonished by the way he sounded like a child. “Aren’t you one of the whitecoats who come and poke and prod me?” he questioned, gesturing to your white jacket. By the way he was getting riled up, you could tell that the name “Mr. Barnes” had stirred something in him.

You shook your head, sitting down on the examination table next to him. You pretended not to notice when he scooted away from you. “Nope,” you popped the ‘p’ in the word, trying to make him comfortable. “Well, I guess I am, but my job is to help you.” The last part was a lie, you guess, but that was what you were going to do anyways.

He looked confused, and his metal arm twitched again. “How did you know that name? And why did you call me that?” the man’s eyes’ eyes locked with yours, and once again you felt that this was unusual behavior.

“My employer told me that name,” you said carefully, his stare unnerving you. “And it’s yours, Mr. Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes.”

Mr. Bar- James, looked down at his hands. “James,” he said quietly, as if testing out how the name sounded. “James,” he said again, before looking up. “If my name is James, what is yours?”

Again, you smiled at his childlike nature. “Most people call me Genesis, but you can call me (Y/N),” your voice was soft, and you noticed he moved closer to you.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, and a small smile appeared on his face. “I like that name.”

December 19th, 2010


Today was another one of your “sessions” with James. Pierce, and the rest of HYDRA, thought you were going deep into James’ mind, and wiping everything that was tied to his former life. Like hell you would. You had requested that the sessions weren’t videotaped or monitored because “you could wipe their minds accidentally”. Sure.

“(Y/N)?” James asked, breaking you out of your reverie.

“Yes, James?” you answered, peering up at him. James had been on the treadmill on the the other side of the room, while you laid on the ground, reading a book. Now, he was standing over you, his face blank.

“Can I lay down next to you?” he asked, his voice low and soft. You had made some big improvements with the HYDRA prisoner, but nothing this big.

“Sure,” you said, after a moment of silence. He laid down next to you, so close that you were almost touching.

Holding your breath, you opened your book, and re-immersed yourself in the world of Harry Potter. “(Y/N)?” James asked again, and you sighed, marking your place in your book, and slapping it on the ground.

“Yes, James?” you replied crossly, turning over to look at him.

His blue eyes were wide, and out of the corner of your eyes you saw his hand inch towards yours. “Why are you here?” he asked simply, and you would have been more surprised if it started raining men.

“Why am I here?” you repeated, and he nodded. “Well, I guess because I was forced to.” you answered, trying to keep your answer short and simple.

“Kinda like me- a prisoner,” James said quietly, his fingers interlacing with yours. When you looked over at him, he was looking away, and you smiled melancholy.

“I’m a prisoner just like you.” you agreed, and you gripped his hand tight like it was your life line.

March 27th, 2011

Seattle, Washington.

“Soldier! Soldier!” you cried out, as you blocked his path to Rumlow. The commander only leered at both you and James, smirking. This whole situation had started with that stupid bastard and his remarks about your figure and your body, and what he would do with it. The breaking point for James had been when Rumlow punched you in the mouth for not answering him.

“That’s right, Soldier,” Rumlow taunted, as you used all your strength to keep James from engaging. “We all know how how the mutant keeps you in line, Soldier,” he spat, his eyes resting on you. “But you can keep the whore. She’s not worth the fight.” Without another word, Rumlow stalked away triumphantly, and you and James shuffled away with your tail in between your legs.

As soon as you reached your room, you slammed him against the wall, baring your teeth at him. “What the hell was that Barnes?” you hissed, and you could feel the ground rumbling under your feet in discontent. “You could have blown this whole thing up!”

James blinked, and swallowed. “I couldn’t let him talk to you like that,” he replied, his voice hoarse as you pressed your arm harder against his throat. “It wasn’t right.”

“You could have gotten me killed!” you seethed, bouncing away from him. “Or worse, you could have been wiped, James!”

“I’m sorry,” he replied, blinking again and rubbing his neck.

The anger slowly seeped out of you, until all that was left was worry and fear. Sighing, you walked over to him, and laid your head on his broad chest. “Never try to save me again, you understand?” you mumbled, and James’ hands hesitantly wrapped around you.

March 28th, 2011.

Seattle, Washington.

When you woke up the next morning, you weren’t alone. “(Y/N),” James whispered, poking you in the back. You moaned, rolling over and wrapping your blankets tighter around you. “(Y/N), I remember.”

Now that woke you up. Before you went to sleep last night you had used your weak telepathy to stir James’ brain up, so he could remember anything. Rolling over, you noticed the differences immediately. His blue eyes were clearer, and he looked- he looked like he was alive. “You do?” you asked, smiling brightly at him. You didn’t want to pry, and James appreciated it.

“I remember (Y/N), I do, and it’s all thanks to you,” his voice was breathy, as he stared down at you. Before either of you knew it, you were kissing. Your hands were tangled in his hair, his hands gripping your hips. It was like James was a man who had been drowning, and you were the air he craved. You were devouring each other and-

“Well, Genesis, I guess the rumors were true,” came your Master’s voice. The two of you sprung apart, and you almost stopped breathing when you saw your Master’s imposing form standing in front of you, and Rumlow was just behind him. “You did fall in love with your charge, just like your Cajun. I am so disappointed in you,” he shook his head, pulling up his sleeves, and you started to quiver.

“M-master please,” you whispered, and James was ridged besides you. “Please…” you trailed off as Rumlow jerked you up harshly, a grin on his face.

“(Y/N)?” James whispered, as you were forced onto your knees in front of your Master. “(Y/N)?”

Rumlow exchanged a look with your Master. “Should I take the Asset out?” he questioned, looking at the two of you in disgust.

Your Master paused. “No,” he said finally. “Let him watch her forget who he even is, then wipe him.”

Rumlow nodded, and tears trailed down your face as your Master twisted you around so James could see it. “I’ll come back for you,” you promised, before your Master was so deep inside your brain wiping away any memories of the second man you had ever loved.

You were sitting in all hallway somewhere in Stark tower with a bottle in your hand, and a phone pressed against your ear. “I know, Remy,” you murmured, taking a drink from the tequila bottle. “But I could have saved him.” But I failed just like you had and I fell in love just like we you did.

Yah need to let it go, cher,” Remy reply, his honey voice a comfort to you. I’m sorry I never saved you, cher. I’m sorry I broke your heart. I’m sorry I was never brave enough to kill him and let you go. “It’s not your fault, it’s Mes-”

“Don’t say his name,” you replied automatically, before Remy said your Master’s name. “I know that, but-” you stopped in the middle of your sentence, seeing a member of your team glide up to you. “I have to go, Rem, I’ll talk to you later.”

Natasha wrinkled her nose at you when you offered her a drink. “God, (Y/N), that’s pathetic.” she said harshly, sliding down the wall and sitting next you.

You shrugged, taking another long drink. “It was a long day, Nat, and an even longer day now.” you replied, your voice dark and low. The lion was pleased maybe now you would let her out now that they were both gone and gone go-

“What happened in there, (Y/N)?” she asked, her voice tinged with concern. “Once you heard the name Bucky Barnes-”

You inhaled sharply, and her dark eyes widened with clarity. “Oh my god, you knew him.”

You nodded reluctantly, taking another swig from the bottle. “I did, and I had an opportunity to save him-”

Natasha held out a hand, motioning for you to stop. “(Y/N), I know you’re hurting and you want to get this out and help him, but we need to tell Steve right now.”

Letting out a sigh, you nodded. Nat was right. You needed to tell Steve so you could help correct your mist- your Master’s mistake. Nat held out a hand to you, and you took it. To your surprise, she hugged you tightly before letting you go. “Let’s go get Barnes back.”

AN: Who was expecting that?

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littlecassywantsbokuto  asked:

Heyho you Sweet Buns x3! Can I request a scenario with some jealous Bokuto and short, little chubby fem!s/o? Where she mistakes flirting from strangers with simple kindness and flirts back but didn't really notice that because (1/2)

(2/2) she thought it’s obvious that her attention and heart only belongs to the owl boy and Bokuto get’s all flustered and happy when she’s telling him that after he act weird because of his jealousy?  You are awesome writers btwand so cute and kind!

I think I’ve actually requested something like this on another blog, but it had to do with Tsukkii getting jealous…. And it involved Tendou lmao Always fun! Anyway!! DID YOU GUYS SEE THE RECENT CHAPTER??? BOKUTO IS BACK, BABY!!!! *cries some more* Anyway, I hope you like what I’d come up for you, also I couldn’t think of how to incorporate the fluffy attribute of the s/o, so I kind of left it up for your imagination :D! Thanks for requesting! -Admin Satori <3

Bokuto Koutarou:

Nationals. Every victor team of every prefecture was present in the large auditorium.

And you would have been lost among the crowd if it weren’t for your hand being enveloped by your boyfriend’s large hand. He walked ahead of you, your intertwined hands in between the both of you, as he made the way through the crowed over to where Kuroo had texted him he’d be. You’d been bumped into anyway though, Bokuto’s broad chest could only make way for a few seconds before the people on either side would step back where they had been before he’d walked through. You didn’t get upset though, since you understood that you were far smaller than their line of sight.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly when Bokuto let go of your hand to run at Kuroo, practically breaking his friend’s back as he jumped in his arms. You walked over to them, but didn’t invade their bubble.

“And who are you? Cute little girl walking around here unattended?” A deep voice asked from behind you, a second voice seconding their interest. You turned around, but had to crane your neck to be able to see their faces, “Ohhh… She’s even cuter when she’s facing us.” One of them commented, leaning down so he was face to face with you.

“What’s your name, cutie?” The other guy asked, standing just to the left of the one leaning down to your level.

Maybe they’d seen you hanging around the Fukurodani team, and they wanted to get the inside scoop of the team. Maybe the just wanted to know why a nonplayer was in the middle of all these teams. You smiled up at them, thinking their intentions were nothing but friendly, “Oh, good morning!” You greeted, giving them both a small bow, “My name is _____ ______. 3rd year at Fukurodani Academy.” You introduced.

The one who’d leaned down to your level gave you a small smirk, “Miya Atsumu. 2nd year Itachiyama Academy.” He grunted as his friend pushed him aside to get a better look at you.

“Hoshiumi Kourai. I’m a second year, also!” He smiled widely down at you, even though he wasn’t all that much taller than you.

You smiled up at the both of them, “Nice to meet the two of you. Are you excited for the matches?” You asked generally, not really knowing much about their school or who they were as players. You were sure you’d heard their school name thrown around the Fukurodani team, even the Nekoma team, but you hadn’t paid too much attention since you were sure that Bokuto could easily beat them.

Miya rolled his eyes, but didn’t lose his lazy smirk, “Oh, no. Not at all. It’s going to be too easy to rise to the top. So many pathetic players hyping themselves up for no reason.” He shrugged easily, his tone ranging between sarcasm and genuinely showing no concern.

Frowning, you shook your head, “That’s not very nice, Miya-san. Everyone here has worked very hard to get here-“

“Yeah! Like me! I’ve been practicing and training nonstop!” Hoshiumi interrupted, bouncing on his feet excitedly, “______-san, I want you to cheer for me, okay? I want to be able to hear you above everyone else’s yelling.” He stated seriously, his wide eyes showing how focused he was on getting you to agree to him.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not understanding why he was so adamant about it since you’d just met him, but smiled politely nonetheless, “Of course, Hoshiumi-san. I’ll be cheering-“

“For me, right, _____?” A familiar deep voice sounded from behind you, making you turn quickly in response and smile up at your boyfriend. Bokuto had approached once Kuroo had pointed out that you were being hit on, and had just gotten to the three of you as you were agreeing to this short stranger. Bokuto had thought it was Hinata at first, but realized that the colors were all wrong for his disciple. This was an unknown, unwelcomed stranger to him.

“Kou!” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his middle and staring up at him, “Did you have a nice conversation with Kuroo-san?” You asked curiously, not noticing how he was glaring at the two boys you’d been conversing with before. When he didn’t answer, you frowned and tugged on his jersey a bit, “Kou, did you hear me?” Bokuto didn’t answer, instead reaching around his back and grabbing your hand before pulling you along behind him to a quieter place. His pace was quick, and you had a hard time keeping up with him. You didn’t even get the chance to excuse yourself from the two you’d been talking to, which was the most upsetting part of being dragged away. When you felt that you’d been dragged long enough, you pulled your wrist out of Bokuto’s large hand, “Koutarou! Don’t ignore me.”

Bokuto stopped once you’d pulled free, and he turned on you with an unreadable expression, “Have I done something wrong, ____?” He asked quietly, wringing his hands in front of him as he turned his eyes to look down at his feet, “Please tell me what I did wrong…. I don’t want to lose you.” He muttered, his shoulders slacking as he remembered how happy you looked talking to two strangers. He was fooling himself into thinking that maybe you weren’t happy with him. Maybe you wanted more than he could provide, he thought.

Shaking your head quickly, you reached out and took his large hands in yours, bringing them up to your lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles, “No, Koutarou…. You haven’t done anything wrong!” You exclaimed, tugging him closer to you by his hands, “You’re not going to lose me, silly… I’m here. Right here in front of you.” You gave him a gentle smile when he glanced up at you from the floor, “Why would you think that you’re losing me?” You asked, reaching up and cupping his cheek, stroking his cheekbone as he pressed into your touch.

“Mghsmfpe” He muttered against your skin, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. A smile lighting up his face just a little at the sound of your giggles, his eyes focused on your expression before he sighed and pulled his lips away from your soft skin, “You…. Looked… happy. Talking to them.” He muttered, averting his eyes when he saw from your pursed lips that he was completely wrong to think that.

After a few seconds of silence, you couldn’t help but laugh softly, making him snap his gaze back to your face with confusion. “You’re such a dork, Kou.” You giggled, cupping his face in both of your hands now, “I was just talking to them. A friendly conversation.” You explained, “Nothing to get jealous about, silly.” You giggled before leaning up and pressing a kiss to his nose, “Why would I ever want to look away from you?” You asked rhetorically. “You’re the only one I have eyes for, Kou. You’re the only one I love.” You assured, reaching up again and pressing your lips against his in a quick, but meaningful, kiss.

His face flushed from your words, and he couldn’t stop the wide smile spreading across his face, nearly blinding you in its brilliance. He also couldn’t help but lean down and press his lips against yours for another kiss, his arms pulling you closer to him, holding you against his broad chest. “Thank you…” He whispered as he pulled his lips away from yours, resting them against your forehead instead, “Please don’t stop cheering for me.” He murmured against your skin, his lips quirking in a smile when you trailed your hands from his cheeks into his hair.

You smiled to yourself, “I’m your number 1 fan, Kou.” You made a reminder to reassure him once more before his actual match started and even after. You didn’t mind one bit. You loved him with all your heart, and you’d reassure him of your love for him every second of the day if you needed to. Just so long as you got to see that beautiful smile of his, the light that shone in his eyes every time, and the strengthening of your relationship with him.

Sooooo I was honestly so excited to get to this ask, but I just… *deep sigh* I couldn’t think of what to write! Sorry :/ I hope you liked it nonetheless! (And I have no idea if Miya, Hoshiumi, Sakusa, and Komori are on the same team… lol whoops!)

Brother's Best Friend

Hello :) Gonna try something new for the introduction.

Summary: You’re Luke’s little sister and he has a sleepover with 3 of his best friends. You all have a great time until you begin to feel attracted to one of them.


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“Hey man!” Your brother, Luke, does a bro-hug with 3 other boys who were entering your house. A bright red-haired boy, an adorable one with black hair and a blonde streak, and then a cute curly haired one with glasses.

You slide past the reunion and into the kitchen to grab a water bottle.

“Who are those people?” You ask your mom who was making pizza.

“Some of Luke’s friends from school. He usually goes to their house, but I insisted they come here tonight.” She tells you, sprinkling on some cheese on the dough.

“Oh. I guess nobody thought to tell me, then.” You laugh, walking around and stealing a pepperoni.

“Mrs. Hemmings! I love you already!” The red-haired boy clasps his hands together and admires the pizza.

“Sorry, Michael loves pizza. A lot.” The one with curly hair laughs. His laugh is probably the cutest and most infectious thing ever.

“Okay, so this is my mom.” Luke announces, stepping through an opening between Michael and the black haired one.

“Oh, call me Liz! I’m not that old-fashioned!” Your mother walks over and hugs all of them.

“Yeah, okay, so this is Calum, Michael, and Ashton.” Luke points to each of them.

“Do you guys want anything to drink? Oh! And I made each of you a pizza base, you’ll need to add your own toppings.” She pulls out 5 pieces of dough with cheese and sauce. You grab the top one and walk over to the other side of the kitchen and grab some of your favorite toppings.

“YOUR MOM IS AWESOME!” Michael squeals, making everyone laugh.

“Yell if you need me.” Your mom calls to the boys, before patting your shoulder and smiling. You smile back as she walks upstairs.

“I need mushrooms.” Calum announces.

“Oh, sorry.” You say, walking over to the other side and handing him the box.

“And who’s this?” Michael asks, stretching out his hand.

You laugh and take it before telling him your name.

“Why didn’t you tell us you had a sister?” Ashton questions, Luke rolls his eyes, while Ashton walks over to you and pulls you into a side hug.

“Sorry, I prefer hugs.” He says while doing his adorable laugh again.

You smile at Ashton before staring at Luke, waiting for an explanation. You cross your arms over your chest and raise your eyebrows. Luke pulls on his collar before sighing and explaining to you.

“Look, they, uh…. Oh, they’re just weird. And I didn’t want you to judge me even more than you already do.” He quickly states before walking over to you.

“Now, go get your pizza and bring it over here so you can meet your favorite brother’s best friends.” He says, pushing you over to where your pizza is.

You laugh and nod. Luke was your best friend since the time you were born and he was in diapers. Being only a year younger than Luke, you went to the same high school but never saw each other. It was a great situation, he couldn’t embarrass you and you couldn’t embarrass him. It was strange for him not to tell his best friends about you though. Luke was in almost all of your stories you told to your friends. You two were inseparable. Why weren’t you in his? You shrugged it off and brought your pizza to the island and stood between Luke and Calum.

“I want to apologize for my sister’s really weird pizza toppings.” Luke says as you sprinkle banana pepper strips onto your pizza.

“Hey!” You try and defend yourself, picking up a pepperoni and smacking him with it. You laugh before he eats it and picks up some cheese from the glass bowl your mother laid out and throwing it at your face.

The boys are laughing at you until Michael snaps his head up and realizes what’s going on.

“You guys are wasting all of this beautiful food!!!!” He gaps, looking around at the mess you made.

“Michael’s right.” Calum nods, picking up the food off of the floor.

“I swear if you eat that-” You begin before he puts it in his mouth.

“Luke, your friends are disgusting.” You say giving Calum a terrible look before walking into the living room and sitting on the couch.

“Hey! I’ve just been standing here!” Ashton calls after you.

You laugh and shake your head before turning on the tv.

“Scoot over, shortie.” Luke says, plopping down beside you. He constantly called you that, but in your defense you weren’t that short. He was just 6’2. Everyone was shortie to him. Except his friends, who were equally as tall.

Before you could even move, Ashton sits beside you with Michael on the other side of him and Calum beside Luke. The five of you were squished together like people at the front row of a concert.

“You guys know we have more than just a couch, right?” You ask, motioning to the multiple chairs you had in your living room.

“Yeah, we’re trying to get close to you, Luke’s little sister.” Michael says, clearly having forgot your name.

You open your mouth to tell him your name but before you can Ashton answers.

“Her name is (Y/N). Pay attention next time.” You laugh as Ashton smiles at you. He swings his arm around the back of the couch.

Luke rolls his eyes and turns to Calum, who was heavily invested in the show that was on the tv.

“You like Keeping Up With the Kardashians, too?” You ask, reaching across Luke and poking Calum to bring him back to reality.

He jumps and looks at you before looking at the other boys who were holding back laughs.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do.” He crosses his arms and turns his attention back to the tv. You laugh and get up, walking to the kitchen to help your mom with all 6 pizzas.

“Oh my Lord! This one weighs like 10 pounds!” She gawks, picking up Michael’s pizza. You nod and laugh before taking it from her and putting it into the oven.

“Do you like Luke’s friends?” She asks, handing you another one.

“Yeah, they’re pretty funny.” You smile, closing the oven after they were all in there.

“And messy.” She mutters, looking at the assorted toppings left on the counter.

“Hey, come clean up your mess.” You call, walking into the living room.

“(Y/n), I have friends over.” Luke sighs, turning his head to look at you.

“Yes, and you and your friends will come and clean up the mess that Calum didn’t eat.” You tell him, before walking upstairs to your room. One of the boys whistles and the others laugh before someone tells Luke he’s ‘whipped by his sister.’ You roll your eyes and laugh to yourself, then grab your laptop before going on netflix and watching your favorite show.

Someone barges in, laughing before his eyes meet yours.

“Oh my god, (Y/n), I’m so sorry, Luke told me the 2nd door on the right was the bathroom.” Ashton looks like a deer caught in headlights.

“Ashton, you’re fine. Try the first door.” You laugh at him. He gives a quick embarrassed smile, but instead of walking out, he leans against your door frame.

“So, why don’t I ever see you around school?” He asks. Usually you’re the one asking questions, not answering them. So naturally, you got a little awkward.

“Uh, I’m in grade 11. So, I guess we just have separate classes?” You shrug your shoulders and he nods.

“Yeah, guess so. It’s a shame. I hate to cut this short, but I’m about to pee all over myself.” You laugh at him as he walks out of your room and into the bathroom.

You shut your laptop and walk to your dresser and picking up one of Luke’s old tank tops and a pair of leggings. You loved to sleep in oversized things and as soon as Luke outgrew something you quickly snatched it up. You assumed tonight the boys would sleep downstairs and you wanted to use the shower before them, in case they planned on taking one.

“You should come down here with us.” Ashton says, popping in once more.

“Oh, I think I’m going to take a shower then go eat. But maybe after.” You say, smiling. He nods and walks downstairs.

You try and compose yourself, but you couldn’t deny that you were attracted to him. Luke would kill you if you tried anything, though. He wasn’t the most accepting with your relationships. Granted, all the boys you’ve dated are jerks who only care about sex, so you usually ended up with your heart broken and Luke beating someone up.

Grabbing your pajamas, you walk to the bathroom and close the door. You grab your phone and play your ‘shower’ playlist and then turn on the water.

You begin to sing your favorite songs, a lot quieter than usual because of your brother’s friends downstairs, but then your current favorite song comes on and you can’t resist belting it out. Hoping they couldn’t hear you, you perform ‘Uptown Funk’, complete with dancing and the shampoo bottle as your microphone.

“Wow, I’m such a dork.” You mutter to yourself as you step out onto the rug and dry yourself off. You quickly throw your pajamas on and go back to your room to put on some fuzzy socks and a cardigan because it felt colder than usual.

You hum to yourself as you run down the stairs and into the kitchen where all of the boys were sitting and eating.

You slightly smile at them before grabbing your pizza off of the table and getting some more water. Planning on eating in the living room, you begin to walk out.

“Lovely voice you have, by the way.” Michael yells after you, making you turn around with your mouth hung open in embarrassment.

“I… I didn’t know I was that loud.” You admit before giving them a look a running out. Sitting your plate on the coffee table you put your head in your hands in sheer mortification.

“(Y/n), it’s okay.” Luke says, walking in while still laughing.

“It is not okay.” You correct with your head remaining in its place.

“Come here. It’s funny. They were singing along.” He tells you, sitting down beside you and hugging you from the side.


“Luke!” You squeal, hitting him in the chest.

“Hey, is that my shirt?” Ashton says, walking in and sitting beside you as he looks at the tank top you were wearing.

“This was Luke’s..” You say, looking down at your ‘You Complete Mess’ shirt Luke gave to you 3 weeks ago.

“Oh yeah, that is yours, isn’t it?” Luke nods.

“Luke, how could you just forget you didn’t buy this shirt before you gave it to me.” You ask, slightly irritated that you not only embarrassed yourself in front of a very cute guy, you were also wearing his shirt. Lovely.

“It’s alright, you look better in it than I did.” Ashton says, laughing a bit.

Your heart swells up and you begin to blush at this comment. You look at him and give a small smile, however Luke has a different reaction.

Luke’s head shoots up and he gives Ashton a dirty look. Calum does a low whistle before saying “The claws are out now.” And turning on the tv.

“How’s your pizza, Michael.” You ask, looking to change the subject.

“It’s great, thanks for asking. How’s your disgusting looking pizza?” He questions, snarling his nose up when you take a big bite.

“It’s delicious, thanks.” You say with your mouth full attempting to cover it all up with your hand so it was almost not disgusting. He nods and turns his attention to the tv.

“Where are you guys sleeping?” You ask, taking another bite.

“Probably in here.” Luke answers.

“Why? You wanna tag along?” Calum wiggles his eyebrows at you.

You laugh and shake your head no.

“Only in your dreams, buddy.” you say, getting up and patting his head before walking into the kitchen and putting away your dishes.

As you began to wash the ones already in the sink to help out your mom, you thought about Luke’s friends. You hoped they’d be over a lot. They were really funny and nice, unlike his other friend’s who didn’t even acknowledge your presence. You snap out of your thoughts when another plate is dipped into the water.

“Hey Michael.” You smile, scooting over so he’d have room to wash his dishes.

“What’s up, buttercup.” He laughs in embarrassment at his cheesy comment, making you laugh even harder.

After finishing the dishes you walk back into the living room and to the back of the couch.

“Alright I’m going upstairs for the night. Have fun.” You tell Luke before leaning down and trying to hug him, the couch getting in the way.

“Night, sleep well.” He says, not taking his eyes off the game he was playing until someone pauses it.

“Don’t we get a goodnight hug?” Ashton asks, looking up. You assume he was the one who paused it.

“No you do not. She’s my sister, not yours.” Luke eyes him before pressing buttons on his controller, trying to make it resume, even though he knew that would make no difference.

“Ashton, unpause it!” Michael whines, getting impatient. You laugh and wave goodnight to the boys, but the only one paying attention is Ashton. He waves back then you go upstairs.

“THAT’S WHAT YOU GET, YOU -” Michael begins to scream but then stops. You imagine Luke slapping him and muttering something about his mom being home, making you laugh.

You get into bed and watch a few more episodes of your favorite show.

A few turns into about 6, and before you know it, it’s 3 am.

You curse under your breath, knowing your mother will be waking you up early tomorrow.  You get up and put your laptop in it’s place.

You suddenly realize that you haven’t had anything to drink since dinner and you have a craving for a glass of orange juice.

You silently tip-toe down the stairs, seeing Michael and Luke cuddled up together and snoring. You try to hold in a laugh, and quickly take a picture. Instead of a quick, innocent picture, your camera decides to shine the brightest light possible.

You jerk your phone to your shirt, trying to block the light. The boys stir, but thankfully none wake up. You sigh in relief before turning off your flash and trying it again.

“Much better.” You whisper to yourself, looking at the picture.

You walk into the kitchen and pour yourself a tall glass of orange juice.

“Nice flash.” You almost spit out your juice as you jump out of your skin. You turn around and see Ashton, who was trying not to laugh.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” He says through chuckles.

“That’s alright.” You give a little giggle before finishing your glass.

“Why are you up?” He asks, stepping closer as you lean against the island.

“I got kinda carried away watching Netflix.” You admit. He smiles and nods.

“I can’t really sleep with Michael snoring like that.” He runs his fingers through his curly hair. You didn’t realize you were staring until he clears his throat. You quickly look away, embarrassed.

“Well, I should probably let you go to sleep.” You say, standing up straight and smiling at him.

“Without Luke here to stop it this time, I think I should get a goodnight hug.” He opens his arms and beckons you to step closer.

You laugh and shake your head before stretching your arms around his torso. He wraps his arms around you and rests his hands on your lower back and squeezes slightly. You can’t help but become infatuated with his scent. He smells like spearmint gum, soap, and you also detect a slight smell of pizza, which of course made sense.

You two stay like this for a minute before he slowly loosens his grip. You lean back and look up at him. Reluctantly, you pull your hands off of him and run your hand through your hair.

“I can’t do this anymore.” He admits before pushing you up against the refrigerator. He grabs your face gently and slowly kisses you. At first you are frozen in complete shock, but as soon as your mind registers what is happening you begin to kiss him back. The kiss slowly got more and more heated, until the lights are flipped on and you hear your brother’s unmistakable voice.

“(Y/N)!” You quickly push Ashton off of you and you both straighten up. Luke was staring at the two of you with his mouth wide open and eyes full of anger.

“Look, man, I couldn’t do it anymore. I’ve put my feelings aside for 3 mo-” Ashton begins but is quickly shut up by Luke.

“I told you no, Ashton. And you couldn’t respect that. Get out of here.” He growls, turning his attention to you.

“Luke, I’m so sorry, I, well, I’m so sorry.” You say, beginning to cry. You walk over to Luke to try and hug him, but he quickly moves away as you try and wrap your arms around him.

“Go to your room.” He spits, making you cry even harder. You quickly run up the stairs and into your room, collapsing onto your bed. Your bloodshot eyes are flooded with tears for the rest of the night. You seem to not be able to forget the taste of Ashton’s lips, the absolute terror you felt as the light flipped on, and the undeniable fury in Luke’s voice, as you lay on your bed, staring at the ceiling with small tears sliding down your cheek.

Requested: yes

Requests are open and i’ll try to do as many as i can tomorrow


“Good luck (y/n)”
“Ive got 5 galleons on Slytherin, don’t let us down”
The Slytherins were shouting at you as you made your way through the great hall. You were playing against Gryffindor today and as one of the three chasers, everyone was expecting you to help win for Slytherin, as Malfoy rarely caught the snitch. You passed him and his belittled followers hoping for them not to say anything, of course, nothing goes your way.

“Hey (y/n), worried about the match?” He growled trying to annoy you. You ignored him and walked on

“Maybe you’ll actually get some points for Slytherin” He and his group of followers laughed.

“And maybe if you stop focusing on Potter, you’ll actually catch the snitch before him. Then again, you need to watch him so you know where the snitch is, don’t you Malfoy?” You spat at him. He muttered something incoherent and turned around, his friends giggling at him. You walked away, not letting him het to you today.

You didn’t understand why he hated you. You were a pureblood and a Slytherin. You weren’t widely known as a ‘blood traitor’ and you had never really insulted him, that is until he started throwing horrible comments your way, then there was hell. You were just like each other, so much that when Draco became 'the Slytherin Prince’ you were called 'the Slytherin Princess’.

You were up in the air on the quidditch field at your starting position. You looked around you as Madam Hooch walked onto the pitch. You noticed Malfoy staring at you so you gave him a questioning look, to which he replied by quickly changing his expression to one of disgust. You rolled your eyes and focused your attention on Madam Hooch, who was just about to release the quaffle.

“Now i want a nice, clean game, from all of you!” She instinctively shouted as she release the quaffle into the air. You instantly dove for it but were too late as Katie Bell, one of the Gryffindor chasers, got there seconds before you, you flew after her and were able to get it off her.

“Slytherin has the quaffle. (Y/l/n) passes to Pucey, then to Montague and back to (y/l/n) who scores ten points for Slytherin.”

Slytherin cheered as you flew back waiting for the Gryffindor keeper to pass the quaffle. You were reaching to take it from Angelina Johnson when George hit a bludger at you. You kept reaching for the quaffle, not noticing the bludger until it was too late. It forcefully hit your the arm you were extending and you heard a loud crack, presumably from your wrist. You kept going though. Unfortunately, Crabbe and Goyle were at the other end of the pitch, not noticing what was going on, so you had no protection when Fred, who was at the other side of you, hit the bludger back at you. This time, instead of your arm, it hit you in the side of your ribs. You were knocked ff your broomstick as Fred was so close when he hit you back. You tried to grab onto your broomstick but couldn’t, as the pain from your ribs and wrist collectively was too much for you to reach for.

You fell to the ground, you weren’t that high up so you knew you would live to say the least. The last thing you saw was what you thought to be platinum hair racing down towards you, then you hit the hard ground and passed out

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. You vision was slightly blurry but you could still make out the rough image of a person sitting across from the hospital bed you were in. The figure came into focus a bit more and you recognised the platinum blonde hair that could only belong to Draco Malfoy. Wanting to be sure it was him, you spoke up,

“D-Draco?” You asked clearly in pain. His head shot up and he looked directly into your eyes. His eyes were red and puffy as if he was in some form of distress.

“Are you okay” he asked with a hint of urgency in his tone. You searched his face for any signs of malice but he seemed genuine with worry

“Yeah I’m fine” you replied still not truly convinced. You tried to get up but the shooting pain in your ribs quickly threw you back onto the bed, causing you to scream in pain

“OW MOTHER FU-OWWW” you grimaced, noticed the look you were receiving from Madam Pomfrey half way through your sentence and quickly re-chose your words. Madam Pomfrey went back to whatever it was she was doing and left you alone with Malfoy.

“Madam Pomfrey said that you weren’t to move and that it’d be sore if you did” he said looking down

“Really?” You questioned sarcastically “wish i could have figured that out. Thanks.” You rolled your eyes at him and started to inspect your injuries. Draco was going to retort but noticed what you were doing

“You’ve got one broken rib, two bruised ones and a broken wrist. You’ll get out of doing any homework until it’s all healed though.” He said, his eyes looking over you. You smiled slightly at the thought of no homework but still couldn’t understand why Malfoy was being civil, or why he was here at all.

“What are you doing here? Come to brag about how you caught the snitch or what?”

“No i-”

"So you didn’t catch the snitch then?” You cut him off

“I did, but that’s not why i’m here” he said laughing slightly

“Then why?” You asked, actually wanting an answer from him

“I just…. I just wanted to make sure you were okay” he said looking slightly saddened

“Okay…. That sounds fake but okay.” You said wryly

“No (y/n) i swear. I genuinely wanted to see how you were” he smiled softly at you, causing you to lightly blush. You smiled back at him for a moment, before he spoke again.

“I actually eh…..” He trailed off

“Yes?” You waited

“I’ve really liked you for a while now (y/n) and just never really knew how to tell you. I was a jerk to you in 1st and 2nd hear then after that i thought you hated me so i kept up with the whole being an ass thing and I’m so sorry” he gasped in one breath, making him pant after. You laughed at him not knowing if he was being sincere. After seeing the hurt look on his face when you did, you could tell he meant what he said.

You guessed that you had a bit of a crush on Draco. You really fancied him in first year and wanted to be his friend, but he was a dick so you found better friends. Did you still have a crush on him though.

“I like you too Draco” you smiled at him, him grinning in return. He took the hand that wasn’t bandaged and you both stayed there for a while. You spent the next few hours just talking about anything you could think of. Every now and then Draco would lightly squeeze your hand or run his thumb over the back, you didn’t let it show but you loved it. You both stayed there for hours, Madam Pomfrey even let Draco stay overnight so you weren’t alone, you think she just liked seeing you together though.

Skyeward AU: The librarian 

aka the one where I refuse to introduce Skye as ‘Daisy’

He stops his stride. With his shoulders back, a hand clenching a small torn note and a jacket the colour of bark, he scans the library. He inhales the air. A curve twitches on his lips but he doesn’t smile. The smell of books and the wooden scent of the bookshelves. He loves it. 

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