looking out train window

the aesthetics of the gods
  • Aphrodite: the bruises of love bites left by lovers on necks and thighs; smudged lipstick from hasty kisses; blood red roses with their sharp thorns still intact; the way you hug someone you love when you reunite after a lengthy separation
  • Apollo: polished instruments gleaming, held like the most precious of jewels by their owners; a sunny day with a clear blue sky where there are no clouds in sight; the rough script of poems penned out on scraps of paper or napkins before they're forgotten; when music is so loud that you feel it reverberating in your bones; the pale lines of fading scars
  • Ares: the hands of a fighter, short finger nails and bloodied knuckles; split lips that have scabbed over; the smooth and intricate lines of old weapons you see mounted on museum walls; deep trenches dug out from the earth; the way barbed wire contrasts against whatever it surrounds
  • Artemis: loose braids with wild flowers slipped in; the majesty of tall trees stretching up endlessly towards the heavens; the wide and captivating eyes of wild deer; cloudy nights where the moon is just barely peeking through; the colorful fletching of arrows drawn back to rest upon cheeks and along jaws
  • Athena: the straight and steady way a soldier stands at attention; fingertips smudged with ink; a stack of books to read piled on the floor or a nightstand; eyes gleaming with the glow of new ideas; the quiet and contemplative aura of museums and libraries
  • Demeter: the way sunlight catches dust motes in the air through the gaps in the leaves of the trees; the feeling of life you get from standing in the middle of an orchard with bees buzzing around you; crocuses and snowdrops peeking through the last dredges of winter's snow
  • Hades: the bleached bones of animals in the forest when moss has begun to engulf them; the way that graveyard angels look like they're weeping in the rain; the solemn aura of old churches, citadels, synagogues, temples, and mosques
  • Hephaestus: the pleasure of holding something you've created in your palms; the soft glow of heated metal; the intricate beauty of cogs and gears fitting together precisely and working in tandem; the smooth and polished surfaces of high-rise business buildings
  • Hera: the lacy white of flowing wedding gowns; the way a couple's hands look clasped together; pairs of old wedding rings that are scratched from years of use; the feeling of surrealism that comes from looking at old family portraits; getting used to sharing a space with someone else and then seeing the mannerisms you've unknowingly adopted from them
  • Hermes: the way that the low beam headlights of a car touch the roads that stretch ever onwards at night; old maps yellowed at the corners from their age; the way that things rush past when you look out the window of a car or train; quick hands slipping deftly into pockets and taking what they find
  • Hestia: the light and protection of street lights in an otherwise dark city; the warmth of your bed on cold winter mornings; the heat of a fire as you sit around it with people you love; the comfort of a home-cooked meal
  • Poseidon: the way light looks when you're seeing it shine down from deep underwater; the effervescent colors of cresting waves; the eery beauty of shipwrecks; the ripples created when you trail your fingertips through still waters; dust clouds kicked up by the passing of strong hooves
  • Zeus: the way that storm clouds darken the edge of the horizon; silhouettes framed against the sky by flashes of lightning; the splay of feathers of a bird's outstretched wings; the polished and tarnished brass of old fashioned scales
Things the signs remind me of

Aries: sloppy first kisses, bruised knees, moshpits, adrenaline rushes, dirty converse, staring at each other from across the room, midnight adventures, sex in a car, talking about heartbreak

Taurus: holding hands when it’s cold, music festivals, drinking herbal tea surrounded by scented candles, picking grass out of the ground, black coffee, museum dates, 50′s diners, new and soft bedsheets, flower crowns, falling in love with small towns

Gemini: mischievous eyes, parties in the basement, confused feelings, knee socks, excitement growing in the pit of your stomach, breaking into old buildings, skinning your knees, numb fingers, endless conversations, kissing someone in front of your ex

Cancer: rain on windows,wanting something more, midnight visits to the beach, feeling alone in a room full of people, old rock n roll, writing on the walls of school bathroom stalls, denying compliments, freckled cheeks, kissing someone first, finding a love letter/poem that was written to you

Leo: calling someone beautiful and actually meaning it, the courage of getting over your first heartbreak, sun kissed skin, getting your way, soft promises whispered in your ear, drunken laughter, looking in the mirror, falling in love with strangers, neon signs, feeling butterflies in your stomach

Virgo: winged eyeliner, helping someone in need, taking deep breaths of cold air, stacks of books, drunken kisses, strange addictions, being able to not wear makeup and actually feel good about yourself, dinner dates, retro theme, finding secret hideouts 

Libra: letting all of your opinions be known, old record players, bloody knuckles, doing illegal things with your friends, crushes that don’t really mean anything, crashing at motels with your lover, champagne, smiling into kisses, the feeling of smoke filling your lungs, heart shaped lollipops 

Scorpio: sexual jokes, staring at someone you love and they stare back, feeling of skin on skin, chapped lips in the winter, playing murderer in the dark, the feeling of regret, leather anything, playing with Ouija boards, screaming until your lungs are about to burst, chipped nail polish 

Sagittarius: flirty conversations, running on a cold night, making decisions on instinct, breaking the rules, stilettos, laughing uncontrollably, falling in love with cities, the light in someone’s eyes, chokers, big brown eyes

Capricorn: rosy cheeks and nose on a cold winter day, fishnet stockings, looking out the window of a moving train, sharing your deepest secrets at 3am, pale veiny eyelids, wanting to run away with someone, needing alone time to energize, taking the back roads home, journals filled with writing 

Aquarius: skies full of stars, exotic eyes, leather jackets, tarot readers, finding something mysterious and not being able to stop thinking about it, kissing at red lights, being stuck in small towns, area 51, black and blued eyes, long nights spent playing video games

Pisces: cigarette smoke, feeling someone’s sadness, fingers tracing the inside of your thigh, Salem witches, saddened eyes, forbidden love, abandoned haunted houses, throwing knives, the feeling of knowing something no one else knows, other worldly looks

Natsume Yuujinchou AU where Shigeru goes to the funeral of a distant relative, and instead of a junior high schooler, he sees a nine-year-old - all ratty old clothes, and fragile little shoulders curled tightly into himself, trembling lips, and wide grey eyes darting this way and that.

He looks absolutely terrified, and when Shigeru registers the words of the adults standing a few feet away, ugly insults pouring out of sneering lips, he feels white-hot fury crash through his being, so ferocious it’s almost blinding.

Between one heartbeat and the next, his decision is made.

And he knows he should discuss this with his wife first. He knows they need to have a good, long talk about this, about whether they’re ready to make such an enormous commitment.

But he also knows that he’ll never be able to forgive himself if he turns his back on this little lost spirit right now.

So he walks up the child’s current guardian, the one with poison still spewing from his lips.

And within minutes, arrangements have been made.

Without another look back at the vile excuse for a human being he is forced to call his blood, he approaches the child, slow and gentle, as if he were dealing with a frightened animal.

He smiles softly and introduces himself as his new guardian.

The child, Natsume Takashi, doesn’t even blink, as if he’s used to this - being passed around families at the drop of a hat.

Without a word, he takes Shigeru’s outstretched hand, and follows him wordlessly away from the gathering, without so much as a goodbye for the family he’d been staying with until then.

(Shigeru will go back for Takashi’s belongings later, by himself. For now, he just needs to get the child somewhere safe and warm.)

The train ride back home is mostly silent. Takashi looks out the windows with disturbingly blank eyes, and Shigeru worries silently over him. What must a child go through, to end up so timid, so aged beyond his years?

When they finally get off the train, Takashi obediently takes Shigeru’s hand, and walks quietly alongside him. Their house is admittedly a bit far from the train station, but Takashi doesn’t complain once the entire way there.

He smiles politely while Shigeru exchanges pleasantries with one of the neighbours he bumps into outside the gate, and expertly ignores the man’s curious, darting glances every few seconds.

They’ve only taken two steps into the house, when Touko comes bustling out of the kitchen to greet her husband, only to draw up short when she sees the child clinging to Shigeru’s pant leg, looking up at her with soulful silver eyes.

Shigeru can tell immediately how entirely besotted she is.

She doesn’t ask any questions just then, just nudges the child towards the dining room, cooing gently over him.

She coaxes answers out of the boy around his mouthfuls of food, expertly unravelling the tension in his shoulders and teasing the faintest of smiles out of him. And when he sits staring hungrily at his empty plate, not daring to ask for more, she reaches out and heaps another helping of rice into his bowl as naturally as if she’d been feeding him all his life.

Later that night, when Takashi is tucked safe and warm into a futon in Shigeru and Touko’s room, his hair still just the slightest bit damp from his bath, the couple discusses him in hushed tones in the living room.

They discuss many things that night, but never once do they question whether he’ll be staying with them.

Eighth year part one

The decision to return to Hogwarts for his 8th year wasn’t exactly His. Draco, after hearing his mother plead with him for the entire ‘holiday’ break, finally agreed to go back to the school just to please his mother.

He felt for his mother, living with a death eater husband wasn’t easy, he knows this, of course, only because it wasn’t easy having the same man as his father, so he could only imagine her grief being 10 times worse.

Over the years at Malfoy Manor, Draco was taught to suppress his emotions and empathy towards people. Ever since he could understand the words his parents spoke, his father told him about their morbid and inhumane way of life. Of course Draco not knowing it has been inhumane because he was only a young child.

While growing up though, Draco had tried to play the part his father expected him to play, which he hoped would convince himself of the role along the way. Draco knew what he and his parents believed was wrong but he would never admit so in fear of rejection, without his parents Draco had nothing.

The war had finally set him free though. He can finally open up and try and change the grotesque lifestyle he had been living. Don’t get him wrong though, he hates that his father was imprisoned in one of the worst places known to wizards, but only because it made his mother so upset. Narcissa may not have agreed with every single thing Lucius did, but he was still the man she had loved.

As Draco packed his trunk and set off for platform 9 and ¾, he couldn’t help the uneasy feeling that settled in his chest. The Draco now was not the same Draco as before the war, but nonetheless he was still a Malfoy and he held the death eater mark he so desperately wished would rub off of his tainted skin. Even if he began to be nicer and not his previous self, people would be suspicious and think he was plotting against them. 

And as always there’s the case of The Golden Boy, Harry Potter. Draco was unsure where him and the raven haired boy stood. Over the break there hadn’t been a single Daily prophet article that didn’t mention Harry Potter. Asking him about his life after the war, his losses, and of course his love life, which Draco tried not to pay attention to. Draco had saved Harry’s life, Harry had saved his. Did that mean they were even? Did the rivalry end there, in the middle of the final battle? Draco hadn’t the slightest clue and to think about it made his head hurt. They had disliked each other for so long, anything else would’ve been weird.

Draco still can clearly bring to mind the day he met Harry Potter. He remembers the disappointment he felt right after Harry refused to shake his hand and instead became friends with the Weasley boy. It wasn’t that Draco had hated Ron before, but after The chosen one picked him over Draco, he felt slight malice.

Draco had immediately noticed Harry’s bright green eyes when first meeting. They stuck out like a sore thumb. They were breathtaking, but Draco wouldn’t ever admit that either because boys don’t think other boys eyes are pretty.  And under the watchful eye of his father, Draco asserted the Malfoy dominance, which he could immediately tell made Harry dislike him. It tormented Draco to no end that the boy with shaggy hair, bright green eyes, and dirty clothes that were 4 sizes too big, already had judged him. Although it shouldn’t have come as a surprise to 11 year old Draco, even the most oblivious wizards know not to get involved with the Malfoy’s. Draco had felt so foolish though, so jealous he hadn’t been one of Infamous Harry Potters friends, so he had to spend the next 4 years getting Harry’s attention the only way Draco had known how.

Shaking his head, Draco rid himself of the memory and finally boarded the train. He quietly searched for an empty compartment and when finally coming across one, sitting down on the side closest to the window. He felt tired, but that’s how he always felt now. Just inexplicably exhausted, so he closed his eyes and laid his head against the window. After several minutes of his thoughts screaming and swirling around his head, Draco finally found sleep. He wasn’t woken up until the hushed chatter of students began to fill the compartment. When he opened his eyes he was met with all three eyes of the famous ‘golden trio’ on him. Of course they would come back for their seventh year, they were after all some of the best wizards and witches.

Silence ensued and Draco could feel his cheeks heat up as all three continued to stare. Draco quickly looked down to his lap and played with his fingers. Harry, of bloody course, broke the silence first. After several awkward glances and a smile breaking out, that caused Draco to flush just a tiny bit more red, he spoke,

“ Sorry Draco, there weren’t any other seats open. I hope you don’t mind.” Harry said politely.

Draco lifted his head and his eyes met with those striking Green ones, he nodded timidly. He knew Harry meant well, but Draco still found his choice of words frustrating. Was Harry just going to ignore the entire second wizarding war? Pretend that Draco wasn’t a death eater and had at one point conspired against him daily?

Draco supposed so when Harry finally looked away and continued his conversation with Hermione and Ron. This time their conversation was louder due to the fact Draco Malfoy wasn’t asleep across from them. They spoke of their classes and of their summers, Draco occasionally listening every time The Golden Boy spoke. Draco would keep catching glimpses of him while he talked. He was so infatuated with him.

He hadn’t come to terms with him being gay or even liking Harry until his 5th  year, After Harry’s laughter made something in his stomach flip and a blush to plague his cheeks. Draco knew he had it bad but he knew that it was wrong, so bloody wrong for a Malfoy to be gay. So Draco joined Umbridge’s little “snitch clique” in 5th year in hopes that her hatred for Harry would rub off on him. But when Harry had walked out of her office with blood protruding from his hand and a wince etched temporarily on his face Draco felt something inside him lurch. He hated himself his 4th and 5th year. He couldn’t be gay, he wasn’t. Draco would lose everything had he acted upon those feelings. Draco pictured all the hexes his father would throw at him. It was all wrong, why did he have to like Harry Potter?

Deciding to ignore those feelings he found himself becoming more irritable with Harry, which he hoped was finally him changing and becoming normal and hateful again. But once again Umbridge’s threat of the cruciatus curse on Harry caused panic to flood through Draco’s body. She couldn’t. If Draco had to watch that he was fully convinced he would’ve thrown up right there on her floor.

Draco had continued his reign of terror over Potter though. He even tried to amp up his plots against him as a last effort. But once again Harry never said anything to Draco about it. He allowed Draco to torment him, not caring what ever it was he was doing. Draco knew at this point that he can’t fight it anymore, he has to admit to himself he likes the raven haired boy and to only keep this thought in the back of his mind.

Draco desperately wished Harry would’ve fought back with more than snarky responses  to his torments sometimes. If Harry had, Draco could only assume that the boy who lived wanted his attention just as much. The only time Draco had been given even the slightest bit of hope was when Harry hit him with Sectumsempra in their 6th year, only to discover later that Harry hadn’t known what the spell would do.

Draco of course lessened his daily Potter torments as the years at Hogwarts continued on. It’s not that he had forgotten about Harry, but the ground Draco stood on crumbled to pieces quick as the Dark Lord took over his home and everything he had adored growing up. Draco was constantly under pressure. Having to take the dark mark and be given tasks that went against everything Draco wanted to be. When told he was to kill Dumbledore his 6th year Draco accepted the task out of fear of what would happen to his family had he not, but later in the darkness and solidarity of his room Draco cried. He rarely ever did, but everything was becoming to much for the boy. He had never wanted to kill let alone harm anyone. But he knew had he not accepted all tasks given to him or he admitted he hadn’t wanted any of what was now going on in his childhood home, his family would’ve been dead faster than Draco could’ve said death eater.

A voice broke Draco from his haunting reminiscing.

“Malfoy, were here.” Harry’s voice rang out.

Draco looked outside the window to see the train station filled with the passengers leaving the train. He then looked at Harry who was staring at him with a look of confusion. He could tell Heroic Potter wanted to ask him if everything was alright, but for some reason he didn’t. Draco was thankful he hadn’t tried to pry so he stood up and walked directly past the raven haired boy not giving him a second glance.

When arriving at the carriages that usually took the students up to the castle from the train, Draco let out a quick gasp. In front of the carriage was a half dead horse dawned in harnesses that indicated that they pulled the carriages. Draco moved closer slowly raising his hand to feel the creature. It’s head jerked causing Draco to move his hand back fast.

“Thestrals.” Came Potters voice behind Draco.

“What?” He shot back confused.

“They’re called thestrals, they only become apparent to those who have seen death first hand. Most of the 8th years can see them this year don’t worry.” Harry repeated himself and clarified for Draco.

Draco nodded then stepped away from Harry once again, he hopped on the next carriage that seemed to be occupied by a girl with hair as blonde as Draco’s. He of course hadn’t been completely oblivious during his last years before the war and knew her to be Luna Lovegood. He only knew her because of her allegiance to Harry and Dumbledore’s Army.

“Hello Draco Malfoy.” She smiled as she greeted him, taking him off guard. Most people at Hogwarts refused to speak to Draco as he had been the king of the serpents, but Luna spoke to him as if he wasn’t the boy with the dark mark cursed on his skin. Draco appreciated this more than she would ever know, even though Luna was perceptive to everything.

“Hello.” He had tried to respond with the same enthusiasm she had, but that just wasn’t the Malfoy way. It ended up coming out a bit cold in his own opinion.

“Can you s-see them too?” Draco asked a bit hesitantly. Although Harry had assured him that most 8th years could see them, he still feared being viewed as off his rocker.

“Yes, aren’t the just the most magnificent thing?” Luna asked with bright eyes.

Draco found it hard to agree with her given the fact that they were quite creepy. They after all were half dead. But they were definitely fascinating.

The rest of the carriage ride was filled with silence other than huffs from the Thestrals and the occasional sound of Luna turning a page in her book. Draco sat quietly and played with his hands, making sure his dress shirt sleeve never went higher than his wrist.

When they had finally arrived at the Hogwarts head gates, Draco let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding in. As much as he claimed that he hated the castle he now saw it as a home, given the fact that his home was now nothing but a reminder of the war and all who perished within its walls. He felt grateful to be back and not confined to the dark apartment the Malfoys’ now resided in.

He followed distantly behind all the other students into the great hall. Draco found his way to the Slytherin table and sat down. Only his one friend Blaise Zabini had returned back out of all the Slytherins from last year. Most Slytherins weren’t attending their eighth year due to the prejudice that still existed from the war despite the new headmistress Mcgonagalls’ attempts to promote house unity.

Speaking of house unity, all eighth years were required to share one common room. This would’ve annoyed Draco had he been his old self. And it also helped that he had a great chance of sharing a room with Blaise since they were the only two Slytherin 8th years.

But of course, he was a Malfoy, and karma was a pain in the arse.

⚠️*Hello!! I decided to just post the first part, it’s not the best but I was hoping to get some feedback. If you enjoyed please don’t be shy to ask for part two! I have always loved writing but recently got back into it once I joined the HP fandom everything about it is so inspirational to me, anyways thank you for taking the time to read if you did, it means so much to me! ⚡️💛💗*⚠️

https://marshmclaren.tumblr.com/post/164330947644/eighth-year-part-two PART TWO HERE ^^^^^

Summary: Bucky and you loved messing around. But it became more and you don’t know if Bucky is ready for all of that. But because of a trip to the hospital, he realizes he is ready for it all. 

Warnings: cute shit. that is all

A/N: my family left for the day so i have so many hours to write and i’m super excited! so be ready for a the spam the next day or two!! much love XX

Originally posted by jamesbuchananbarnesisbae

It had been a hell of a month. Mission after Mission. You were ready to leave it all at the bottom of some liquor bottle and at the last puff of the pack of cigarettes. You sit down on the chair outside on the balcony. You go to light a cigarette as you hear the sliding door open. You turn your head to catch a glimpse of Natasha walking towards you.

“You know who really shouldn’t be smoking. Your lungs are gonna hate you for it during the next training session,” Nat says as she takes a seat next to you. She pops open the bottle of alcohol and takes a swig.

“You are one to talk, that will kill your liver. I guess we’ll just have to see who will die first,” You reply before taking another drag of your cigarette. You blow the stream of smoke straight into the air before looking at Nat.

“You know the boys find that hot actually. They were just in there fighting over who would come out and keep you company,” She takes a swig “But looks like i won.”

“Not surprised,” You add before laughing. You guys sit in comfortable silence before you decide to break it. “So i’m probably go sleep with Bucky again.”

“Oh really? And how is being FWBs going for you?” She asks before setting the bottle between her legs.

“Good. He is great in bed. Just as great in his work,” you simply state as you put out your cigarette. “I mean is it such a bad thing? He doesn’t seem to be too upset about it. He has stopped bringing those girls here.”

“Which none of us are complaining about. I’m happy you guys are happy. But just make sure you guys don’t get too far into it. There are certain points you will reach that will be a little too hard to get away from,” She explains as she places the bottle on her lips. She lets the liquid go down her throat before handing it to you. You take it and do that same before giving it back to her.

“I know. And we are being safe. It’s just so fun having him there…” You trail off before looking down at your legs. “I am just gonna keep having fun. One day it may change for all of us. But for now… I’m gonna enjoy myself.” And with that, you were up and leaving Nat in the silent sound of the city. You head inside, looking for the man that made you enjoy yourself.

It was a few weeks later and you were to be meeting Nat and Steve at some Vegan lunch Steve had requested you should go too. You woke up feeling under the weather but you didn’t want to leave Nat to suffer through that by herself. So you got ready, taking some medicine, praying that it would help. You throw your leather jacket, that matches Steve’s, on and head out the door.

You walk the stairs of the subway, consumed by the noses of the people and city. You walk slowly though, as the stomach pains are still coming in waves. Once on your train, you take a seat and look out the window into the dark tunnel. You sigh as the pain subsides once again as the train makes its way to your destination.

Once you have arrived, you step off and regret it completely. The motion causes something in you and you go into a dead sprint to find the nearest trash can. Your dip your head into one and spill out your breakfast from hours before. After the last of it comes out, you sigh as your legs feel completely weak. You slip down to the dirty floor, not caring, as you pull your phone out. You scroll weakly as Steve’s name pops up. It only takes seconds before you hear Steve’s voice come over the speaker.

“Where are Y/N? Nat and i are waiting,” He huffs into the phone, annoyance lacing his voice. You sit silently for a few seconds before your weak voice comes out.

“I can’t move..” You mumble, a tear slipping out of your eye. “I just threw up and now i can’t move. I feel completely weak and my legs don’t want to move.”

“Oh god Y/N,” Steve replies. You here a few muffled exchanges before his voice returns to your ears. “Where are you?”

“The subway near the restaurant. Sitting on the disgusting floor. Please come get me,” You say just above a whisper.

“We are on our way,” Steve says, trying to hide his worry with reassurance. You hang up and sit for a few more seconds before another wave of nausea hits you, hard. Your body gets the strength it needs to hoist yourself up and over the trash can once again. You throw up whatever was left in your system.

You feel a big hand on your back as another  pulls your hair out of your face. You look up to see Nat standing across from you then turn slightly to see Steve is the one holding your hair. You groan in pain as your legs go weak again, threatening to show your weak state once again.

“God, she is so pale. Steve, you will have to carry her,” Nat says as she rounds the trash can to pull your hair up into a messy bun. Once she is done, Steve picks you up, wrapping his massive hands around your body. You sling your hands weakly around his neck as they make their way back to the Tower.

Once in a hospital bed, Banner has some blood work done, trying to figure out what is up. He swabs your throat and then hooks you up to an IV. You lay there silently, Steve and Nat never leaving your side. After what feels like an eternity, Banner comes walking in and motions for Steve and Nat to come into the hallway with him. You sigh as you get concerned over whatever they were discussing. You go over every disease you knew as they make their way back into the room.

“Y/N, we have news..” Banner trails off, looking over at Steve.

“Yeah, now please don’t panic,” Steve says as he takes your hand in his. Panic makes it up your body.

“Babe… You’re pregnant..” Nat says as she takes your other hand. You sit in silence before starting to cry. “Oh no, babe, please don’t cry!”

“I fucking told him that it was not worth the risk! But no, we still had to have sex without a fucking condom!” You exclaim, pulling away from Steve and Nat. They sit down next to your legs, letting you cry and curse Bucky.

Once the tears are no longer coming, you all sit in silence before Steve speaks up.

“I can be there when you tell him. He needs to know.” He mumbles. You look over at him before looking back at the door.

“Thank you,” You respond as so many thoughts run through your head.

Two weeks have passed by and you were noticeably gaining weight. More specifically in the stomach area. This was starting to catch a few members eyes, but they didn’t want to cause drama. Thankfully Steve never left your side. Sadly this did not settle well with Bucky though. See, you were his girl and that fact you were slowly drifting from him to Steve hurt him a lot. So that is how this situation was finally brought to light.

You were standing in the kitchen with Steve as you two were making breakfast. The baby was screaming pancakes with strawberries and whipped cream. So, You told Steve and he got to work.

“You excited for your appointment?” Steve’s asks as he places some whipped cream onto a strawberry. He hands it over to you. You take it and take a bite out of it.

“I am very excited! I just hope the baby is doing great! They feel great, from what i can feel. Unfortunately they are still giving mommy terrible morning sickness.” You say, rubbing your small bump. Steve smiles as he looks you up and down. You look up at him and smile. You take his hand and slowly guide it towards your belly.

“Y/N, are you sure?” Steve asks, hesitantly pulling away.

“You wouldn’t hurt them. It’s okay, i trust you.” You answer, pulling his hand closer. You slowly let it go as his hand touches your skin softly. You giggle at the contact, sending warmth into Steve. He smiles softly as he rubs his thumb across the little bump.

“You are the luckiest person! You have the best mommy who loves you with all her heart. If only she would tell daddy.” Steve explains, looking at the bump then at you. You sigh before looking away. You go to speak before another voice interrupts.

“Oh my god..” Bucky mumbles as he tries to take in the scene in front of him. Steve snaps his hand away from your tummy and you roll your shirt down just as fast. “Are you pregnant?! With Steve’s kid?”

“No Bucky.. God no..” Steve says, stepping in between you two. “But i will protect her and the baby if the dad doesn’t accept her and the baby.” Bucky looks at you before taking a few steps forward.

“Then tell me, Y/N, who is the dad?” Bucky asks.

“You..” You mumble, looking at your bump. You all stand in silence before Bucky moves Steve away from you. He then lifts your shirt slowly, exposing the bump once again. He places his metal hand on the little bump.

“Bucky..” Steve warns.

“It’s okay Steve,” you say, reassuring him. He moves behind you to continue breakfast but still keeps a close distance. Bucky proceeded to repeat Steve’s earlier actions, running his thumb across the small bump. A tear slips from his eye as his eyes meet yours.

“Mine.” Was all he says before crashing his lips into yours. You guys share a well needed kiss before you pull away. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“I was afraid you wouldn’t accept us. I was gonna have the baby no matter what. I didn’t plan on you to find out like this, but i am happy you did.” You explain.

“You’re my girl. And now the mother of my child. Of course i would accept you guys! I love you guys with all my heart. I can’t wait to be a family.” Bucky answers, wrapping his arms around you.

“We love you, too” You say, sighing contently.

Months passed and the day finally came. You, Bucky, and Steve were all sitting in the living room, watching some mindless show. You were snuggled into Bucky’s side as your feet rested across Steve’s legs. Then it hit you. A sharp pain made it’s way throughout your body, causing you to curl your toes. Steve looks down at your feet then up at your face.

“Y/N, you are sweating and bright red, are you and the baby okay?” Steve asks, causing worry to fill Bucky.

“I think so,” You try to say as coolly as possible. But the contractions were causing your body language to say other wise. Another presented itself, causing you to sit up as fast as your big tummy would let you. You cry out in pain as hot tears threaten to make their way down your face. You reach your hands out to Steve and Bucky as they help you up as fast but as slow as possible. Steve starts coaching you in your breathing as Bucky walks you to the elevator.

The pain subsides as you step into the elevator. Bucky presses the button to the hospital ward of the tower as Steve keeps coaching. You guys start to slow your breathing before you stop breathing altogether.

“Did your water just break?” Steve asks as his socks start to get wet.

“Yep” is all you say as a blush creeps across your face. But it doesn’t last long as the

pain of another contraction makes it’s way into your system. You cry out once again as your reach out for Bucky. He holds his hands out as you wrap your fingers around his wrists. You squeeze tightly as the pain one again slowly subsides. He clenches his jaw, looking up at Steve. Steve rubs your back, helping you through the breathing, mentally telling Bucky the elevator needs to hurry through his eyes.

Finally the elevator opens and you are greeted with a wheelchair and smiling Banner. He leads you and the boys to your room. Once inside, Bucky helps you get up, undressed and into a hospital gown. He then helps you into the bed and stays by your side. Steve takes the other side, letting you wrap your hand in his.

“Let’s have a baby.” Banner says as he puts his mask on. Once he is ready, he looks up at you. “I am gonna need you to push.”

After what felt like hours of pushing, you fall back into the bed, slowly giving up.

“I need you to push one more time.” Banner says, doing all he can to help you. You shake your her head slowly, tear after tear, mixing with sweat, travel down your face.

“I can’t, please don’t make me.” You say through tears. You look at Bucky. “Please don’t make me!”

“Baby, you have too! Come on, you are so strong! You are doing so good! You got this. Trust me, i am here.” Bucky says. He kisses your forehead trying to help reassure you. You nod your head as you look back at Banner.

“One, two, three PUSH!” Banner exclaims. You push as hard as possible and then you feel it. You look at Banner as he is holding your baby. You sigh a you fall back into the bed. “Meet your baby boy!”

“A boy.” You say tiredly. The nurses clean him off to the best of their ability before placing him on your bare chest. “My baby boy!” You rub his back, smiling tiredly but lovingly at your new baby boy.

Few hours pass and you’re in a new bed, sleeping soundly. The nurse walks in quietly as she brings in your baby boy back from the nursery. She spots Bucky sitting in the corner and makes her way to him. He looks up at her and smiles sweetly.

“He was missing his family,” the nurse whispers as she places your newborn son in his dad’s arms.

“We missed him,” Bucky whispers back as he smiles at his son. “Thank you.” The nurse nods her head as she turns away and leaves the room, shutting the door quietly. Bucky looks back down at his son and smile sweetly at his sleeping boy.

“God, you are perfect. Thomas, i love you with all my heart. I won’t lie, though. I was so nervous when your mommy told me about you. I didn’t think i could be a father, but you made me one. And because of your mommy, i now know i am ready for this.” Bucky pauses and looks up at your sleeping face. He then pulls out a ring from his pocket then looks back down at Thomas. “I am ready for this family”

ice and sugar dust [Archie Andrews x Reader]

Author’s Note: Yooo I started watching Riverdale and I’m liking it. Started it at the beginning of a new quarter too. Who has perfect timing? I have perfect timing. /s I would highly recommend ya listen to this while reading, pretty please! I used it as inspo for this fic, it just seemed to fit Archie idk.

Word Count: 1,734

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Never Again.

Characters: Erik x Reader, Charles.

Warnings: Physical violence, mentions abusive relationships, swearing.

Authors Note: I do not support any form of abuse in any kind of relationship. If you are in an abusive relationship, or know someone who is in one, please seek help. Thank you @mm277me for the request.

It was a particularly quiet day.

You were sitting in your king-sized bed drinking a warm cup of lemon water. Gazing out the enormous window, the golden sun peaked through the trees, the rays illuminating your skin. Wearing only underwear and your love’s shirt, relaxation flowed through you. In the midst of day dreaming your mind snapped back to muffled yelling and a sudden slam of the door.

“Erik?” No one answered back.

“Erik,” you asked again, with still no response.

You set your cup down on the mahogany nightstand and shuffled into the den. Erik was hunched over the dining table, back facing you, his muscles stretching his shirt. He was heaving as his fists were clenched together.

“Erik,” you whispered.

Erik exhaled a frustrated breath and shook his head.

“Erik, baby, what’s wrong?”

“I thought you were asleep,” he murmured.

“I woke up ten minutes ago, maybe fifteen,” you replied. You carefully walked up behind him and put your hand on his shoulder, “what’s buggin’ you, baby?”

He replied flatly, “Shaw.”

“Charles brought it up again, didn’t he.”

“He doesn’t understand, I have to stop him. He killed my mother.”

“He doesn’t want you to get hurt.”

“He doesn’t want to fight.”

“He doesn’t want you to bite off more than you can chew.”

“Are you actually defending him,” Erik turns to you, “ of all people?”

“I don’t want you to go after Shaw either, not right now.”

“Why,” Erik growled, “because you couldn’t handle a bit of blood either?”

“Excuse me?”

Erik began to prey on you causing you to walk back into the bedroom, him inches away as he growled, “ you know Charles wants you, and you know he could influence you if he wanted to.

You were brought to a halt by the foot board of the bed, “I know that he wants me, but he can’t influence me, and you can’t beat Shaw, not today.”

He latched onto your wrists and pinned them against the wall.

“You’re weak,” he snarled in your ear, “you’re weak and you know it.”

“Let me go Erik.”

“What do you think you’re gonna do, huh? What do you think would happen?”

You could feel his hands strangling the circulation out of yours, with great pain you pleaded, “Erik, please stop, it hurts,”

You fought to get out of his claws but the grip tightened.

“Get the fuck off me!” You then kicked him in the stomach. He fell to the ground, winded, and tried to run. Erik pounced on you and grabbed you by the shoulders bringing you down with him. The two of you began to scuffle, rolling around on the floor until you managed to get on top of him and pin him down this time. You punched him twice, as hard as possible, making his nose bleed.  

Erik was out cold and you sprung up to successfully escape.

You were speeding through the hallways and corridors to get as far away as possible.

About to run out into the gardens a pair of hands reached out to you, “stop, what are you doing?”

You froze in your tracks to the sight of Charles, he rushed to you, “what’s going on? What happened?”

You stuttered, “I was in my bed, then a I heard a - and he came - and we - then he - then I - and he’s on floor and now I’m - and I -”

“Shhh,” Charles whispered, placing his hands on either shoulder,”  don’t worry, love, I’m here.”

You nodded, still winded.

“Come with me and we’ll talk after some tea, yeah?”


Charles sat you down in the kitchen and made you a cup of chamomile tea, “here,” he said, “this should help you relax.”

“Thank you,” you sniffled.

“Now, what happened.”

“I was in bed a-and he came in, and was just so angry about Shaw. Then, before I knew it, he was holding me against the wall, then I pinned him to the floor and punched him, then I ran and now I’m here, a-a-and…”

“You don’t have to go on,” he assured.

You looked to him and saw guilt in eyes, ”its not your fault,” you said.

“Maybe not, but you still got hurt pretty bad.”

“I’m fine, really,” you insisted.

“I beg to differ,” Charles pointed.

You looked down to see purple marks on your wrists, bruises from Erik’s hands.

“It’s nothing,” you shrugged.

Charles scowled, “and this has never happened before?”

“No, never.”

“Well if this keeps happening you need to let him go, I don’t want this to turn into abuse.”

“Believe me,” you laughed coldly, “he wouldn’t be around if it was.”

“Well, good,” Charles nodded.

You spent the next few days in Charles’ quarters. You slept in his bed while he took the couch in the other room. He insisted and you couldn’t say no. Charles granted you a vacation from training but you would look out his window to see Banshee flying around ever so often and the occasional red flash coming from Alex.

The fight kept replaying in your mind, everything happened so fast. The blood, the bruises, the yelling. It was a 24 hour news reel of pain and regret and despair.

You started to weep, “Erik, Erik…”

Your tears were interrupted by a creaking doorway, you wiped the droplets away, not knowing who it was that was sauntering towards you.


“Darling, I’m so sorry.”

You jumped from the bed and into his arms, sobbing, “I’m sorry too.”

“I shouldn’t be in here but I had to see you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Charles told me to leave you alone, but I just couldn’t.”

You chuckled, “you made the right choice.”

“Please forgive me, baby.”

“I do, of course I do,” you looked up to him and you changed your tone,” but if you do this again you’re gone.”

“Of course, darling, of course. Never again,” he cried.

Hand in hand you went back to your room, laughing and kissing one another.

Charles was leaning in a doorway, watching you cheerily walk with Erik. He sighs and walks outside to check on the other’s training.

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On the Train || Jungkook || Oneshot

Originally posted by hohbi

Word Count: 1403

Genre: fluff, oneshot

Summary: There was a sadness in his eyes that vanished when he saw you.

There was always a boy on the train. Since you were young, he’d be there and as you grew up he was still there. He would always sit at the back of the train and he would stare out the window. When he was too small to see out the window, he’d stare at his hands, but as he grew and now that he’s older, his were trained outwards at some mysterious force. His eyes were always a little moist and his head was always a little tilted. He never smiled and when he did, it was a sad and small smile, as if he were reminiscing.

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She’s Using You // Jack Maynard

Word Count- 1161

Summary- anna doesn’t like you

A/N- here’s a lil jack imagine for you all. i havent gotten to part 10 for aswas so im posting this, hope you guys like it!!


You had been dating Jack for 5 months now. He decide that it was now time to meet his parents. You were nervous to say that least. They knew you from Jacks videos, but you knew nothing but their names.

But you weren’t too worried about his parents. There was a different family member you were afraid to meet. Anna, his younger sister. At first, you were excited to meet her. But then you overheard the conversation they had last night.


“Anna,” Jack stopped, you assumed she cut him off. “Anna.” He said again, getting annoyed.

After a few seconds he said, “Can I speak? Or are you going to interrupt me again?” he asked.

You couldn’t hear what she was saying, but you could put two and two together.

“No she’s not.” He sighed, walking around his room, “It’s not like that… She’s not like that.”

You were devastated, you were so excited to meet her. She seemed so sweet in his videos. You thought you two would get on well.

Guess not.

“Anna, please. Stop saying that.” You heard the balcony open, “She’s not like, she isn’t using me for…” his voiced faded.


“They’ll love you!” he encouraged from his spot on the couch.

“Fine…” you mumbled, not wanting to say any more on the topic.

“Why are you so worried,” he stood up and walked behind you, snaking his arms around your stomach. “You weren’t nervous to meet Conor.”

“I …” you turned around, getting out of his grasp. “I heard you talking to Anna last night.” You sighed. “I just don’t understand. I haven’t even met her… and she already hates me.”

“Babe,” he sat next to you, “she’s just worried.”

“Conor wasn’t!” you exclaimed, dumbfounded as to why the teenager didn’t like you.

“She thinks,” he hesitated, contemplating if telling you was a good idea, “She saw the video you did with Joe.”

“Are you serious? She’s basing her view of me off a video?” this made you frustrated.

A few weeks ago you and Joe filmed a collab. You two did The YouTuber Confessional. In the video, Joe asked you, “Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”

You laughed, “Yes.” You gave the camera a fake serious look. “I’m in it for the fame and the fame only.”

“She’s a gold digger!” he screamed.

Though this looks bad, Joe posted the bloopers. And it them, you here this:

“Are you dating Jack because he has more subscribers?”

“What? No! Of course not.”

“I dare you to say yes. 100% seriously.”

You laughed, “Ok. Just cut all of this out. Ready? Ask me again.”

So you knew you were joking. Jack knew you were joking. But for some reason, Anna took this to heart.

Nonetheless, you found yourself on the train to Brighton. You looked out the window, watching the scenery pass in the blink of an eye. Jack squeezed you hand when he noticed you biting your fingernails, it had always been a bad habit of yours.

“I love you.” He smiled.

“I love you too.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Before you knew it, Jack was knocking on his parent’s door.

“Jack!” his mom smiled. “So lovely to see you again dear.”

“And you must be the lovely Y/n.” she engulfed you in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.” You hugged back.

“Dad.” Jack shook his head, acknowledging the presence of his father.

“Son.” He nodded back, turning towards you. “So you’re Ashley right? Oh wait. That’s the other girlfriend. You’re Y/n.” he laughed, hugging you.

“Something you need to tell me Jack?” you played along.

“She’s not as pretty.” He had a smirk on his face. You slapped his arm.

You four slowly migrate towards the main room.

“Anna! Come down. Jack’s here.” Helen called upstairs. A few seconds later, the teenager rounded the corner.

“Jack!” she squealed, running up to him.

“Hey sis.” He sighed. “I missed you.” He let go, and that’s when her smile faded.

“You actually brought her?” she fake whispered. You lowered your head.

“Anna. That is not how we treat guests.” Gary said.

The tension in the room was obvious. You felt awkward. You wanted to leave.

“Where’s the bathroom?” you asked, not looking at Anna.

“Down the hall, first door on your right.” Helen smiled, trying to lighten the mood. When you walked past the siblings you hear Anna say something along the lines of ‘don’t steal anything’.

And that’s when you broke down. Tears flowed from your eyes, you didn’t care that everyone could hear you. You just didn’t understand.

“ANNA!” you heard Jack yell. “I get you may not like her. But she is my girlfriend. And I love her. And she will be around for a long time. She isn’t using me. You’re wrong. Just stop being so rude. You know I love you, but sometimes you can be a real bitch! Just go up to your room, I don’t want to see you right now.”

You felt awful. Jack never, and you mean never yelled at Anna. Maybe she was being rude, but he was a little harsh. This made you feel ever worse.

You heard a knock on the door, “Love? Can I come in?”


Jack walked in, sitting next to you against the tub.

“She didn’t deserve that.” You said after a few moments.

“Neither did you.”

“I know, but she’s your sister.”

He sighed, “I know I know. I’ll apologize. I just… I don’t understand why she won’t just let me be happy.”

“You would do the same if she had a boyfriend.”

“Why are you defending her?” he turned to look at you.

“Because, she’s a teenager. She gets too much shit thrown at her already. She doesn’t deserve hate form everyone in her life. Even if it’s me.”



“You’re bloody perfect.”

You laughed, “Stop.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, now go apologize.”

You and Jack stood up, but when you opened the door you were both surprised.

Anna stood at the entrance with red cheeks a puffy eyes.

“I’m so sorry.” She said, you assumed she was talking to Jack. But then she hugged you.  You were surprised at first, but hugged her back.

“I didn’t realize. I’m sorry. I’m so stupid. You’re not using him. I was just jealous. I’m so so so so sorry.” She sobbed.

“It’s okay.” Was all you could say. After she let go of you, she hugged Jack.

“Please forgive me.” She whimpered.

“Of course. I’m so sorry. I love you so much, Anna. Never forget that.”

Since then, you and Anna never fought, never even had a disagreement. You soon became besties; her trusting you with her darkest secrets and you giving her tips on how to survive her teenage years.

Jack never understood how the two most important girls in his life were perfect. He truly was blessed.

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adoribull, T, kisses and fluff and not much else really. dorian is a grump but bull always makes things better ^_^

He hadn’t woken up in a terrible mood. Waking up had been rather pleasant, really, for all that he’d been crushed partway into the mattress. His bed was small, and Bull took up most of it. Dorian liked that, though. There was something about the way Bull took up space in his life now. Unapologetic, smiling, warm– he’s never once regretted opening his door to Bull.

Closing the door behind him, however. That’s where the trouble lies. It’s in the moments before Bull turns to walk away, when he’s still leaning on Dorian’s doorframe with that terrible smirk, that’s the problem. He wants something more. More than a tangle of bedsheets and a smile across the tavern later. More than knowing that Bull’s door is always open to him, more knowing he can go to Bull. What he wants– terribly, selfishly– he wants a promise that Bull will come back to him.

It’s not something that he can ask for. It’s not something that fits in what they have. Dorian knows that. His role in this, after he and Bull have spectacular sex and fall asleep in each other’s arms, is to tease Bull about sleeping late and close the door behind him. He can’t ask for a promise, or even a kiss goodbye, because that’s too much like asking for Bull to care.

That’s the feeling that lingers for the rest of the day. Not the warmth and calm of waking up with Bull, but the pointless aching. Why should one kiss matter so much? Why can’t he be satisfied– for once in his life– with what he has?

And asking for affection isn’t something he can do. He has far too much pride to ask for it, and if he’s honest, he’s afraid that Bull might say no. Then of course, he might say yes, and not mean it, and give Dorian everything he asks for but secretly resent him, and–

Dorian slams his book shut. He wasn’t really reading it, anyway.

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Pocket Size

Taehyung x Reader: (f)(a)

anonymous asked:

Hi I love ur stories I was wondering if you could do a story with v when his s/o turns into a kid(for some odd reason). Sorry for the really weird request anyway thank u and I really enjoy ur stories.😊

The typical “Am I a father?!?!” question

 Workcount 7k+

A/N:Okay, this made my heart warm just to write and it sort of at times made me think of what Taehyung would be like as a father…..anyways~ enjoy this ball of fluff and I hope it melts your heart.

Originally posted by bangtanroyalty


The bright light of the sun creeped in through the window, no lamps needed to be turned on as it illuminating the whole room. Sounds of cars honking and people talking on the streets filled the air as the open window gave everything a place to go.

Groggily, Taehyung opened his eyes only to shut them once more when white filled his field of vision, blinding him for a split second. He groaned, taking a second chance at looking out towards the world, though more cautious of the enemy threatening to steal his sight.

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*Wounded* Newt x reader

◘ Anonymous asked: 

Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine where reader is hurting (like some type of sickness or wound idk, you decide, haha) and hides it from everybody but then the pain gets unbearable and she can’t hide it anymore, maybe even passes out? In other words very angsty at the beginning but then a lot of cuddles+kisses+fluff at the end!:D You’re an amazing writer and I wish you all the best in the future pieces♥️😊

♦ Thanks, hun! That means a lot! I hope you enjoy!! 

It was earlier that day Newt had received word that a an Antipodean Opaleye was being held captive by some wizard’s in New Zealand and planning to take her eggs to sell illegally. The moment Newt heard the news, he knew he needed to help the poor creature out.

“It should only take us a few hours to get there.” Winding in-between people, Newt held his case tightly and you tried to keep up as best you could behind him. The train whistle blew and he sped up even more. “Come on, Y/N!”

Picking up your pace, you reached your hand out and grabbed a hold of Newt’s. Jumping on to the train, you quickly showed the man your tickets before making your way to your compartment. 

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When Adrien Was There- Adrinette Month Day Nineteen

Marinette leans back, looking out the window on the train. Her parents wave, and she gives a halfhearted wave back, as they fade out of sight. She sighs, looking down at her sketchbook. The doctors said spending the spring outside of Paris would help her to heal from her recent asthma attack, but she’s not buying it. Her parents were getting sick of her. That’s why they’re sending her away, to live with an Uncle she barely knows for three whole months.

She flips through her sketchbook, and fights the tears. Everything started falling apart after she heard that conversation.

“She’s never where she’s supposed to be!”

“I know, but Tom, she’s our daughter-”

“No daughter of mine gets a D in science!”

She couldn’t stop thinking about the way she’d disappointed her parents… and then a failed quiz triggered the panic attack, leading to the asthma attack. And now, she’s being sent away.

It isn’t fair.

Cheng-Shifu picks her up at the station. They don’t speak as she gets in his car, and looks out at the town, through the window. It’s so small, and ugly, and nothing like the bright lights and tall skyscrapers of Paris. She feels homesick already…

The house is nice enough, though. Well, it seems nice enough. He smiles,taking her to a room. “This is yours,” he says, in slightly awkward, but clear, French. “I hope you enjoy your time here.”

“Thank you,” she offers a small smile of her own. “It’s nice. Thanks for letting me stay here.”

He nods, and leaves her to herself. Marinette looks out the window, heading to the balcony, and sighs, leaning against the window. The air here is supposed to be much cleaner, but it doesn’t taste any better than the air at home…

A light flashes.

Her eye is drawn to a lake… and across the lake, a mansion…

It’s pretty. And interesting… she runs down, and taps Cheng-Shifu on the shoulder. “Um, what’s with the mansion? I thought this was a fishing town?”

He laughs. “The Agreste Mansion is from many years ago. It is empty.” His face suddenly becomes far more serious. “You do not go there, Marinette.”

“Why not?”

“Dangerous,” he says firmly. “The floors could give out. It has happened before.”

She sighs. “Can I just go look, if I promise not to go inside?”

He thinks for a moment. “Come back before the tide locks you there. Do not go inside.”

She smiles, and heads out, as the sun sets. Something about that mansion just… draws her to it. She wants to see what’s going on there.

The lake- well, marsh, really- is easy to wade through, on her way. It’s strange… as the sun sets, and the sky is painted pink and gold, the lights in the manor seem to flicker on. Didn’t her uncle say the house was empty? Not just empty, but dangerous for anyone to be in?

And yet… there! In the window! A teenage boy, looking out the window! He presses a hand to the window, and looks down… their eyes meet, and she gasps. His eyes are wide, and bright, and full of emotions. His blond curls frame his face, seeming to blow gently, although he’s inside…

He’s lovely.

She waves, and he gives a sad smile, shaking his head. He retreats from the window, and the lights on the house flicker off. It’s almost as if they were never on in the first place…

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“killed him? wait, what, literally?” with yeol please for the drabble thing?

“killed him? wait, what, literally?” Roommate!AU// Park Chanyeol // Word Count: 850

Chanyeol was having a shit day. 
Like, monstrous levels of utter shit - he was late to work, he fought with his boss, he spilled coffee down the front of his white shirt and then, to top it all off, the sole of one of his work shoes decided to peel off in such a way that with every step he took, a resounding slapping noise followed him. Suffice to say, he was not in a great mood. 

And now he was at the train station, waiting on the 5:25 that was already ten minutes late, hoping his roommates had ordered takeout instead of trying to cook again - Baekhyun and (Y/N) were always trying new dishes, each one more wacky and disastrous than the last, and frankly, with the day he was having, he couldn’t stomach another one of (Y/N)’s chow-mein-with-a-thai-green-curry-twists. Honestly. The sky was grey, and he shuffled closer to the wall of the station, hoping to God that the skies wouldn’t open but alas, they did, and he was forced to stand with his bag over his head, a big pout covering his face. Ten minutes later, the train finally decided to arrive, and - great. He’d forgotten his all-day pass, meaning he had to pay another fee. Meaning he couldn’t buy a coffee on the way home. He took a deep breath as he found a seat (the only piece of luck he had obtained today) and just as he started to relax, his phone rang. 

Not that Chanyeol didn’t like talking on the phone, but today he just wanted peace - and he couldn’t even ignore it, because it was (Y/N), and he wasn’t about to even approach the feelings he had for her that made it impossible for him to deny her call. He groaned under his breath before answering, his head leaning on the train window. 
“What do you want, (Y/N)?” 
“I’ve - oh my God, Chanyeol, you have to help me,” She was hysterical, and that made him sit up straight. 
“What? Jesus, what’s wrong, why are you crying?” He tried to stay calm so as not to garner weird looks from strangers, but he felt his voice wobbling and raising a little. 
“It’s Baekhyun - I, I -” She was stammering, hiccupping from sobbing so hard. 
“What happened to Baekhyun?” He was on high alert now, because god, only those two could have had an accident in the half hour between them getting home from work and him getting home from his. 
“He’s, he’s - he’s dead, Yeol, I killed him-!” 
“Killed him?” He dropped his voice to a whisper as his blood ran cold, frantically looking out the train window to see how far he was from home. “Wait, what, literally?” 
“Yes, he’s just -” She wailed for a good five seconds, “He’s just staring blankly at the ceiling and he’s not breathing and I didn’t mean it-!” 
“Jesus fucking Christ, stay there!” Thankful that the train had reached his stop, Chanyeol let himself shove past other passengers to get off the platform and sprint through the rain towards home, dodging traffic and everything else that came his way. He could hardly process anything - Baekhyun was dead, and (Y/N) had killed him. How the hell had that even happened-? 

He reached the apartment block, and of course the fucking elevator was broken, so he had to take the stairs - three at a time - all the way up to the eighth floor. He was panting and dripping wet by the time he got inside, and there she was, sitting on the floor and bawling, tissues clutched in her fists. He practically skidded on his knees down onto the floor beside her, grabbing her shoulders. 
“(Y/N), tell me what happened, where’s Baekhyun?” She looked up at him, lips wobbling as she cried harder, extending the bundle of tissues out to him. 
It was only then, when he took them from her, that Chanyeol noticed it. The fish tank that regularly hosted three fish, was down to two. 
(Y/N) pointed to the tissues that Chanyeol was now unwrapping carefully, letting out a pitiful wail. 
“I was changing the tank and I dropped him, Yeol, and he just died-” A tiny gold head poked out from the tissue.

Baekhyun. Baekhyun the fucking goldfish that Baekhyun the fucking human had named after himself. 
She’d killed the goldfish. 

“You - you killed the fish.” He said, incredulously, and she nodded, whimpering, just as real human and alive Baekhyun emerged from the kitchen, sandwich in hand. 
“Sup, Yeol? She’s been crying about it for like, half an hour.” Chanyeol could hardly talk, simply taking the goldfish-filled tissue towards the bathroom and glaring at both of them. 
“I can’t talk to either of you just now. I’m flushing Baekhyun and then I’m going to sleep.” 
“Wait - did you think -” Alive human Baekhyun was laughing now. “Did you think she’d killed me?” 
“Shut up, asshole.” 
“(Y/N) he thought you’d killed me!” 
“I’ll kill you right now if you don’t shut the fuck up, Baekhyun.”

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Hey 😁 how about Gladiolus x Reader with some fluff. At first they don't like each other but their love for books and reading makes them fall in love in each other and Gladio confesses by giving the reader a sheet full of book titles, pages and numbers of words in them so the reader have to guess what does that code mean because he knows she loves riddles and please make it fluffy and cute and I love your writings 💖💖 thank you 😁😁

Page Numbers (Gladio x Reader)

Gladiolus Amicita.

You loathe that name.

You loathe the man that belongs to that name.

You wanted nothing to do with him.

He was always a pain in the ass whenever you would see him.

Oh boy, just his loud voice gave you migraines.

You sighed through your nose and walked into the bookstore, shrugging off your Crownsguard jacket and tied it around your waist as you easily navigated through the aisles of books.

The scent of old books and new ink roamed through the air along with brewing coffee grounds from the coffee shop mixing with that polished leather scent that was a bookstore.

You felt on going to the fantasy aisle this day, wanting to expand your horizon and knowledge for new authors.

Upon seeing a thick book bound in hard leather on the bottom shelf, you dove for it, wondering what it was.

Your backside collided with something hard…. Make that someone from the way they grunted.

“I’m so sorry!” you exclaimed as you spun back around with the book in hand. “Oh,” your face dropped to disappointment upon seeing the prince’s shield in front of yourself.

One of Gladio’s thick eyebrows twitched in annoyance, but he then spotted the book in your hand.

“Halvorstead,” he said calmly while keeping that slightly annoyed look on his rugged face.

“Excuse me?”

“You plan on reading a Halvorstead book?” he asked while pointing to the book.

“Oh, yeah I was. I never read his books before.”

“Well I recommend him, but not that book,” he said as he slid the book from your grip and slid it back into the spot it came from.

“Then which on?”

He turned his head slowly, his amber eyes searching until they landed on the book. He hauled it up and handed it to you.

It was another leather bound book, but a little thicker in page numbers.

“Where The Water Ends,” you mumbled as you read over the gold printed words.

“Yeah. I highly recommend it. It’s his first piece.”

You stayed silent for a minute and so did he until you opened your mouth.



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I am so sorry that I haven’t been updating a lot. I am so busy with school and my dad constantly yelling at me to do better in school. So I wrote a quick fluff fic. I hope y’all like it. 

You looked out the train window. Mountains and rivers and flowers were whizzing past you. 

“Y/n, are you alright, you seem rather distracted” you look next to you to see a concerned Newt looking at you. 

“I’m fine, just enjoying the view” you reply. 

See, you and Newt were traveling to France to look for a rumored Hippogriff. Once Newt heard about it, he wanted to leave right away, even though when he found out it was 4 in the morning and he was still in his pajamas. You were his traveling companion, you were sort of friends in Hogwarts. 

I mean you weren’t in the same year but you still talked sometimes. When you graduated you began working at the ministry in the beast division. You saw Newt speaking with the Minister. 

Once the minister left you made your way over and chewed Newt’s ear off for getting expelled and not telling you. He apologized and offered to take you to lunch. 

When you found out he was going to write a book you were so excited for him, even more so when he asked you to join him. It had been a couple months and you were having the time of your life. Newt was, well he was amazing. He was adventurous, kind, caring, loyal, not to mention very handsome. 

Okay, you admit, you had just a little, tiny, giant crush on your friend. I mean how could you not. Unfortunately, it seemed Newt wasn’t interested in you. Every time you tried to get his attention he didn’t really notice. 

So, here you were on a train, next to the guy you loved. 

“What do you think of this, Bowtruckles are commonly found in West of England, southern Germany, and certain Scandinavian forests” Newt trails off when he sees how tired you look. 

Newt feels a twinge of guilt for keeping you up so late all the time. 

“Sorry Newt, I’m listening” you yawn out. 

“You should rest y/n, we have a long journey ahead of us” Newt says rubbing your hand. It was a platonic thing he did but it made your heart flutter. 

“I’m fine, really” you push. 

Newt raises his eyebrow but lets it go, “Alright”. He turns back to his book and begins writing and editing. 

After about an hour Newt feels his shoulder get heavier. He looks down and sees you’ve fallen asleep with a quill still in your hand. Newt carefully takes the quill out of your hand. He smiles down at your sleeping form. He doesn’t want to wake you so he stays still. His face heats up as he feels your arms wrap around his arm. 

He just thanked Merlin that no one on this train was a legilimens. His thoughts were scattered and his brain was fuzzy. He subconsciously rubbed your arm and set his chin on your head. When you open your eyes you notice the weight on your head. 

You panic, you just fell asleep on your crush of 4 years and now you think he’s sleeping on you. You shift slightly and Newt takes his head off you. 

“S-So sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep on you” you stutter out. God you were so embarrassed. 

“It’s okay y/n, I didn’t mind” he says, his hair falling in front of his eyes.

 “No really, it was highly unprofessional.” you say. Newt rolls his eyes and takes your hand. 

“It’s okay really, besides, you looked very cute lying on my shoulder” The train stopped and so did your heart. 

Your face a bright red. Did Newt just call you cute? Newt stands up and grabs his suitcase, “well we’re here. Come on love, time to go” He turns around smiling to himself. 

He didn’t know he could make you blush so much. 


I want to get on a train and go somewhere, it doesn’t matter where. I want to listen to music for hours, look out the window and drift away.
—  D.K. // A great escape.
London Fog

Genre: Secret Admirer One-Shot/Suga POV

Word Count: 1.5k

Summary: He works at a coffee shop. She works at a tea shop. Maybe it’s true what they say about opposites attracting.

A/N: This is my submission for the @kwritersnet​ February Prompt Event. I had a lot of fun daydreaming about this while working at my tea shop… ;) thanks to @ssconce for giving me helpful feedback <3

Originally posted by elatedkindoflife

The first time I saw her, she had braids in her hair. Her lips were pink and her smile was wide, her skin glowing in the heat of the summer sun.

She stood just across the road. I was wiping down an empty table at the coffee shop when I looked up and noticed her, holding a tray of small paper cups. Her melodious voice barely reached my ears as she offered her tea samples to pedestrians.

I contemplated, if only briefly, walking over to her to take one of the samples, curious to feel her smile directed at me. But I was on the clock, and I was much more of a coffee person, anyway.

The tea shop was a cute little storefront that I never really paid much attention to. It had been there as long as I could remember, but seeing her was the first time I actually noticed the store. I didn’t know if she had always worked there or if she was new, but she was new to me and she was beautiful.

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