lung clutching

Harry hated crying in front of people. And yet.

“Harry, please, don’t do this,” Draco said. His voice was thick and tearful.

It wasn’t his fault, he had to do this. He couldn’t let this go on the way it was. Harry clenched his hands into fists, shaky, always shaky lately. What was wrong with him? Draco loved him, he loved Draco, this wasn’t fair to either of them. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath. He had to. He was going to hurt Draco, he wasn’t good enough. He’d never be good enough.

“I have to. You understand, don’t you?”

Draco shook his head. He pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, wiping away tears. His shoulders shuddered with his breathing and Harry felt a pang of guilt in his chest when a small sound escaped Draco’s lips.

“Please, Draco. You have to understand. I can’t- I can’t do this anymore.”

“I don’t even know what the fuck you’re talking about! We were happy yesterday, we were happy this morning, and suddenly you just want to end it? What happened between then and now?”

Draco looked up at him. His face was flushed red, blotchy. It made Harry’s throat ache. He swallowed. His mind felt overfull and empty at the same time, so many things racing about in his head and not one good enough to explain how he was feeling, why he was doing this. How much he hated himself, how he felt like he wasn’t good enough, how he would never be good enough for anybody— he didn’t deserve what Draco did to him. He didn’t deserve to be happy.

“I can’t.” His voice was choked.

(He wouldn’t cry, there was no way he was going to cry in front of Draco tonight. He wouldn’t make him feel guilty.)

“Harry.”

His name sounded like an accusation. Harry ran a hand through his hair, closed his eyes, tried to breathe even though all the air seemed to have been sucked from the room. He was so tired. He just wanted to disappear.

“I’m fucking talking to you. You don’t get to blank out like that right now. Something is wrong, and you need to tell me what it is because I’m not just going to let this go. It’s been three years.” Draco spoke in that forceful voice, the one that always made Harry talk

“I— fuck , Draco. I’m so sorry.”

“That’s not an answer.” He softened a little, stepped closer, grabbed on to Harry’s wrists. “Take a breath.”

Harry’s breathing stuttered, paused. He took a deep breath, and the room brightened and focused. He looked Draco in the eyes, then he let his gaze flicker away toward the door.

“I’m not good enough for you. I just want you to be happy so I thought if I wasn’t here—“

Draco cut him off. He grasped Harry’s wrists tighter. “Who told you that you don’t make me happy?”

“Nobody, but I thought—"

“Harry. Stop talking.”

“Okay.”

“Look at me.”

He did. Draco’s eyes met his, certain and safe and jesus, Draco was everything he needed and he was trying to leave him. What was wrong with him?

“You’re enough, okay? I’ll tell you every day if that’s what it takes for you to believe it. You’re enough. I love you.”

“Draco.”

“No. You’re not going to end this because of that. We’re going to work through this together, okay?”

“Okay.”

“You’re enough. You have always been enough.”

Harry started to cry. Draco pulled him closer, against his chest. The smell of him filled Harry’s lungs and he clutched at Draco’s shirt, closed his eyes and breathed him in. He didn’t deserve this. Draco. But he was going to stay. He was going to stay.

Because I Love You (Part II)

James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes x Reader

Summary: (Y/n) left, and Bucky knew at that moment, his whole world crashed.

Warnings: Angst, Alcohol, Cheating, Modern!AU, Swearing
1.74k Words.

Again, sorry to those who are named Adley!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV

A/N: Part II is out. I realized I had quite a ton of grammar mistakes in Part I, so I re-read this one a few times. Sorry if there are still some. I hope you all enjoy this one. 


The only thing running through Bucky’s mind was why in the world was (Y/n) here? Did Adley contact her? How did she find out about Adley? Bucky noted that (Y/n) had stiffened in Natasha’s arm when she heard his voice, the voice that promised her nothing but sweet happiness ever since the day she agreed to his confession. His eyes darted between (Y/n) and Adley, swiftly ignoring the death glare Natasha has been giving him.

Bucky took a large inhale, his brain trying to work things out- trying to look for all the possibilities where he wouldn’t lose her. He knew his heart was racing against time, but he couldn’t feel it, all he received was the agonizing pain gnawing his stomach.

No one moved for minutes, afraid of the moment that was to come if they did. Bucky heard (Y/n) draw a long intake of breath, and he stared at her as she closed her eyes. He longed to see those (y/e/c) orbs, the ones that never failed to make him fall for her all over again, but he knew that if he did, the dreaded feeling in his guts would increase tenfold because they would only reflect all the damage he had inflicted upon her.

(Y/n) stood up. Such a small movement yet it screamed so much more, and that was the call Bucky took for himself to speak.

“(Y-Y/n), I-” he started, his voice was slightly croaky and (Y/n) shuddered as she predicted his next words. It was the exact same tone Bucky used when he lied to her about coming home in the middle of the night. Back then, she would lie to him as well, assuring him that it was alright, but not this time. (Y/n) knew she had to leave, for if she stayed, he’ll just toy with her heartstrings once more.

“Adley, that’s all I needed to say. I-If you’ll excuse me, I have to go, have a good life,” (Y/n) said, following Natasha as they made their way to the door. Her voice did not once quiver, and Bucky wondered how much has he made her suffer for her to be able to grow into someone this strong.

“(Y/n)! Wait, please!” he cried out, and she stopped. (Y/n) motioned for Natasha to go on without her. Bucky could sense the hesitation in the redhead’s movements, before suppressing a tremor seeing the bitterness and resentment in Natasha’s eyes, all directed towards him. (Y/n) turned around, her expression not betraying how she felt. Bucky saw it all in slow motion, how her small steps turned into long strides, how her right hand reached out to her left, pulling the ring he gave to her on their second anniversary and clenching it in a fist.

“James,” she started, and Bucky broke down into a trembling mess because she had never use his first name, he never allowed it. His eyes were shut tightly, terrified of the judgement heading his way, and terrified of seeing her leave. “James, look at me,” Bucky bit his lips, and did exactly what she said, “James. You obviously can’t do this anymore. I don’t deserve this, Adley doesn’t deserve this,” her warm and soft hands; the ones where if people touched, they would never be able to tell all the hardships this woman has been through, caressed his much larger and rougher ones.

It only lasted a few seconds, and Bucky let out his tears when he felt her warmth leave his. On impulse, he lunged to (Y/n), clutching onto her like his life depended on it, because to him, it did.

“I’m sorry (Y/n)! I-I really am, please! Stay! Don’t go!” he wheezed. Bucky nuzzled his face into her hair, cherishing the hint of vanilla that had fused itself with (Y/n)’s own almond scent. Bucky didn’t know how long they stood there like that, and Bucky didn’t realise the pained expression that was painted on Adley’s face, but (Y/n) did. With all the strength in her, she pushed the man she loved away.

“If you’re really sorry, you never would’ve done it in the first place James, you know that,” (Y/n) said, “Heck, even I know that! And after all the effort you’ve gone through, all the effort you’ve put in for me to trust you?” Tears cascaded down from her eyes, once more, “You threw it all away as if it meant nothing!”

Bucky knew exactly what (Y/n) was talking about. Getting her to go out with him was never easy. When he first met her, the (y/h/c) was already broken and lost. She never wanted to give love a chance, but he changed that.

“Look, Bucky, you’re a really great guy! And I’m honoured to know someone as good as you could like someone like me but- I just can’t.” (Y/n) said, looking up into those icy blue eyes.

“You can’t, or you won’t?” Bucky asked, and (Y/n) wanted to retort but the guy was right. She simply didn’t want to risk it.

“(Y/n), I know what your dad did, I’ve heard it all from Natasha,” Bucky said, grabbing (Y/n)’s hands in his own, “but I promise you I won’t be that kind of guy. I won’t hurt you. I won’t let you go down the same path your mother did. And if you’d just give me a chance, a chance to prove it to you,” he brought her hand up to his lips, lightly kissing her knuckles, “I swear I will treat you right.”

“You remember, don’t you? Even if you don’t, I do,” (Y/n) said, backing away from Bucky, “It took you 7 months, 3 weeks and 1 day for me to finally accept your love. And that wasn’t just it, remember the conditions you stated when you pleaded for me to give you a chance?”

Bucky couldn’t breathe, he knew he fucked up. He’s losing his best girl, his best friend and there’s nothing he could do about it.

“Well, you’ve used it all up.”

Bucky watched as she edged closer to the door, tears staining his face and blurring his vision. (Y/n) grabbed the door handle, opening the entrance to her new beginning. Just as she was about to take a step, she paused and turned around. Bucky’s heart swelled, hoping she would give him another chance, but it plummeted after seeing the newfound resolution in her eyes.

“Oh, and Adley?”

The brunette looked at the door with furrowed brows and pursed lips.

“Don’t let him do to you, what he did to me,” (Y/n) said with one last smile; before leaving the house, before leaving both Adley’s and Bucky’s lives.

The warm sunlight that passed through the door disappeared, and the house became eerily quiet. Bucky could feel Adley’s stare from behind his back. He looked pathetic, crouching on the carpeted floor, face messed up and his form quivering, but he didn’t give a damn. He clenched his fist tighter, but felt a sharp jab in one of them. He looked down in confusion, and his heart felt hollower seeing the ring she left him.

“J-James,” Adley called out, “James…?”

Her voice was soft and cautious, as if talking to a lost child, Bucky noted. He could sense her approaching, although the carpeted floor did well for its job, silencing the sound of her footsteps. She called him out once more before tapping his back, and he allowed instincts to take over. He stood up and turned to her, all traces of agony gone and in came anger. Adley flinched as he grabbed her arm firmly.

“Did you tell her?” he grunted out, and she whimpered, “Did you tell her?” he questioned again, pausing between each word.

Adley quickly shook her head, forcing out a small no. He tore his grasp from her, biting the insides of his cheek to make sure this wasn’t a nightmare. Bucky recognized that it wasn’t Adley’s fault when she wrapped her arms around him timidly, but those arms weren’t the ones he was used to after a day’s work. It may have been the ones that provided him pleasure, but they were not the ones that radiated warmth and home. He took Adley’s arms off himself and left her house, disregarding her calls of his name.

The drive back home was vague to him. Actually, everything was vague for him; he faintly remembered searching their (no, not theirs anymore, his) house for anything that belonged to her (that’s probably why it looked trashed), then leaving to the bar not too far away. He was gulping down his sorrows, and only snapped out of it when a familiar reprimanding face looked down at him.

“S-Steve…” he drawled out.

The blonde looked unimpressed, arms crossed and jaw ticked.

“Bucky, what are you doing?”

“I’m drinking! Come, join me!” he paused, “Wait, how did you know I was here?”

“You texted me about how much you screwed up and this is the only bar you’d go to if you were alone, Buck,” Steve replied, “So what happened?”

Bucky shook his head in slow motion, drunken laughter bubbling up inside him. His head throbbed from the amount of Gin and Vodka he drank, but his heart suffered more.

“I fucked up, Steve. I really did…” he looked at his best friend, who only returned a stare of his own, “(Y/n) found. She left.”

“You know I’m not gonna help you Buck,” Steve sighed, “I told you the day I found out that you needed to stop your game. The only reason why I didn’t tell (Y/n) myself was because of your reasoning as to why you did it, you know that.”

Steve took a seat beside Bucky, and they both drank in silence. The buzzing of the bar was tuned out as Bucky travelled back to times where (Y/n) looked at him like he was her world. Back at Adley’s? She looked at him so bitterly yet the love was still there, albeit broken, but still there. She wanted him to be happy, and if that’s her last wish for him, so be it.

“I’ve made up my mind, Steve. I’ll stay with Adley, and treat her right.” Bucky noticed Steve’s perplexed expression, and the lingering word ‘Why’ hanging above them. He took one last shot of burning liquid down his throat before staring ahead.

“That’s what (Y/n) wanted for me.”

And he will follow it through without a word.

8

We were opposites at birth
I was steady as a hammer
No one worried ‘cause they knew just where I’d be
And they said you were the crooked kind
And that you would never have no worth
But you were always gold to me

Protect Myself (PART 2) - Best Friend Calum/Boyfriend Luke

Part one can be found HERE - I got a couple requests for a part 2 so I hope you like it!


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I wake up with Luke’s arm draped across me and the sun blocked by the curtains. When I look at the clock, I realize that it’s already almost noon. I shift so I am facing away from him but I allow him to tighten his arms around my waist and hold me closer. Silence. 

“Morning” Luke mumbles but I don’t respond. I have hope that Luke may think I just turned in my sleep so I wait to see what he does. Luke shuffles so his front is pushed to my back and he kisses the back of my neck and sighs. “I just wish you would tell me.” He groans as he turns himself out of bed and walks into the bathroom. I lay flat on my back and focus on the off light fixture. Calum was right…of course. I need to tell Luke and I need to tell him soon but there is no way that I’ve imagined where Luke does not blow his top and tell me I can’t do something. When he returns from the bathroom he finds me sitting on at the head of the bed.

Luke knows that I have bad days. He knows that there are times that I could be given all the love and affection in the world but one person could say something that might at some point possibly be construed into something slightly rude in the tiniest of ways and it could be bad enough to me that I have to tell Luke I’m having bad thoughts. He knows that in the past I’ve been raped, he knows that I tried (unsuccessfully) to end it and he knows that even with I say I want to be alone, what I want is to be with these four idiots who can change everything. 

“Oh! You’re up” he says surprised.

“Yeah” I reply sadly. He comes towards me but stays cautious.

“Are we going to talk about yesterday at all or is that something we just need to let slide past?” I look up with no emotion and he nods his head up and down. His face falls in the expectation that he will never know. 

“I just - Calum told me that you asked him not to say anything.” 

“Yeah” I say again. “I’ll have to remember to thank him for that.”I knew that he wasn’t going to leave it alone, even if he promised that he wouldn’t tell him for 2 weeks. I knew as soon as I looked in his eyes as I left that he was going to spill the beans eventually. “It’s just all jumbled it in my head.”  Luke comes over and inches towards my back. As screwed up as my emotions are right now, Luke trying to squeeze his tall frame behind me makes me let out a quiet puff of a laugh. His arms wrap around me and he pulls me back. I lean in and prepare myself for what I expect to be a fight. 

“I’m ready when you are.” I rest my head and close my eyes. I want to feel him wrapped around me for a second before I ruin this. 

“I got arrested.” I mumble quietly and Luke stiffened. His arms stayed tight and I wait.

“I think I heard wrong” he replies, he knows he didn’t but he is going me a second chance to say it. There is a fight coming but I know that Luke is going to try and stay as collected about it as he can for as long as he can.He tends to get loud and big when he is mad but I cannot handle the intimidation that inevitably comes with a man over a foot taller then you, yelling.  

“Where?” His jaw is so tight.

“Santa Monica.”

“Why?” This was definitely just said through his teeth. In an effort to keep thing calm I try to defuse it before it goes further. I can feel the annoyance rolling off of his skin. He wants me to stop being vague but I need to keep him sitting.

“I have to start with that really, it wasn’t my fault. It was bad timing for the cop to show up and he didn’t see the whole thing and it was my word against the other guy’s and I’m okay, he wasn’t able to - “

“Stop” Luke interjects. “Just tell me what you were arrested for.” 

“Assault” I mumble. 

“For” he pushes but he isn’t as tense - for now. 

“Punching a guy in the sack the way that Calum taught me.” I add the last part so that Luke knows that I used my self defense. He must know that I would only use that punch if I was being attacked. 

“Why?” 

I stay silent for what feels like forever. 

“Why?” He says louder and the wall he put up for the anger, it’s starting to fall. 

“Because he was…” I feel the first tear fall. “He” a tear lands on Luke’s arm, still at my waist. 

“Did he fucking touch you?” In one swift move, I am turned to the side, on Luke’s lap with his eyes holding a steady gaze on my far less confident one. “Did. He. Fucking. Touch. You?” His eyes are full of fury and I start to shake. This is going the way I was scared it would. He is starting to falter and I know that he can’t hold back much longer. 

“No. I protected myself” I respond. His eyes lighten slightly. 

“What happened to him?” I just shrug at the question. 

“I don’t want to talk about him or it or the police. I want to forget it happened and I want to go back to acting like we always do” I rush out. I can’t lock eyes with him anymore. I can’t keep my fighting flame lit if Luke fixes those blue eyes too strong. 

“Last time this happened to you…” he trails off, no doubt thinking about the weeks I spent in the hospital afterwords. I can see his teeth grinding and know he is using everything he has to stay calm. 

“Last time isn’t now, Luke.” My fingers tight around each other.

“I know that but -”

“Please. I don’t want to think about it. I want to let it go and I want to just go back to what it was before this happened.”

“You want to go back to me constantly worrying that when I go to work, you are out on the street in danger of being attacked, of being raped again, of being killed? No, I’m not going back to that. You’re coming to work with us and you will come home with us and I’m not letting you -” I push myself out of Luke’s lap. 

“ABSO FUCKING LUTELY NOT, LUKE.” I yell. For the first time in a long time, my anger is like a fire. Luke is taken aback but stays seated. It’s hypocritical for me to be able to yell but expect Luke to remain relaxed but no one ever said PTSD made sense. 

“I called Calum because this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you. You don’t get to tell me that I can’t go out and do stuff. I was able before and I will be able again, I’m not going to lock myself in a room and do nothing because of a little catcalling.” I’m beyond frustrated. I hear movement in the house and know that the others can hear our fight. 

“MY JOB IS TO PROTECT YOU!” Luke yells, hands flung through his hair, holding tight to release some frustration he stands at full height but I sink to the floor and cower towards the wall. Within 2 seconds of my collapse Luke is back to holding me. He is curled completely around me when the door flings open. 

“Luke” Cal says and moves swiftly to get me away. Luke would never do anything to me but Calum can see I cracked. He pulls me free and gets between me and Luke. 

“I’m sorry, I just got frustrated. I didn’t mean to - ” he is a mess. I can hear the congestion from the tears and I know he must look a wreck. I feel someone’s hand run down my face and I pull away quickly, scrambling along the floor to the door. I get up and run. 

“Y/N!” Cal says, startled. 

I see Ashton at the bottom of the steps, seconds from coming up. He doesn’t know what happened but he holds his arms open and I collide with him hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs. I clutch to him and whimper. 

“I can’t be here. I need to… I need… Please.” I don’t know where I want to go, I don’t know what I want to do but I do know I can’t be with them. I have to get away from Luke and Cal. I have to clear my mind before I formulate stupid thoughts. 

“This is what I was trying to stop” Cal is saying frantically as he came down the stairs. I hid behind Ashton, still furious with him and scared of the whole situation. He was right and I know it but it’s too late and now…Now I need Ashton to be my protection. “Please. I can’t handle you being scared of me” I make a pathetic whine and grip Ashton’s shirt in my hands, face buried in his chest when he turns back to Cal.

“Please, just go to Luke” he tells him. He looks sad and I hate that I’m doing this to them but I can’t stop it. I need to leave, I need to be somewhere that I can’t do something stupid. Ashton ushers me to the door where he grabs his keys and we walk outside. He doesn’t say a word as we get into the car. 

“It’s my fault. I’m broken and all I do is break others.” I stare out the window as Ashton backs out. I’m sobbing now, knees to my chest, lungs on fire from finally letting it all out. Luke is looking out the bedroom window and my heart shatters when I see him realize how scared I am. He puts his hand to the glass but Ashton pulls away. 

“You have a good reason to act the way you do” Ash reminds me. 

“Not one that’s good enough…”





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-Did we like it?? 


Part three can be found HERE

Insulation

Pairing: Finn Balor x original character

Summary: During my moments of solemn reflection, the pads of my fingers subconsciously brush over the nearly healed scrapes on his forehead and nose.

Tags: @neversatisfiedgirl @motleymoose @kyoukohorimiya @wrestlingnoob @ambrosegirlforever @deseraysmiththings


The quiet noise of the television washes over the bedroom, settling me into a simmering warmth. My bouts of laughter are hard to quiet, but I do the best I can to keep from waking up the sleeping man to my right. I let my eyes drift over to Finn’s soundly sleeping form; his breathing is steady, and his chest rises, then falls in a lulled cadence. An indistinct grin makes its way onto my lips at the sight of him and how soft he looks in the light. I am sleep laden, but still far more wide-awake than usual for this time of night.

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Cheap Thrills - Suho X Reader (Part 3) - Final

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Synopsis: Junmyeon helps you recover from your panic attack at the amusement park and things get cUte~

Genre: Fluff/angst

Word Count: 2,764  

Part 1 | Part 2 



The girl looked down down at you, a mischievous, playful smirk highlighting her despicable expression.

“He’s my boyfriend.”


“Wh-what?”

You were dumbfounded.

No, you were more surprised at yourself for not having realized sooner. You weren’t on par with someone like her. Just by looking at her, this girl screamed elegance and envy, and here you were in a soaked, oversized sweatshirt with your hair resembling that of a wet dog.

Junmyeon had finished his sprint and arrived in front of you, shoving himself between you and the woman who claimed to be his girlfriend.

“Seomin, what the hell do you think you’re doing?” He panted, turning around to face you in the midst of your confusion, “Listen, (y/n), it’s not what you think at all, I don’t even-”

“No, it’s okay, it really is,” You smiled at the ground as you stood up, gathering your belongings and preparing to leave, “I’m sorry for not realizing sooner. I’ll give you two some space.”


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anonymous asked:

12 with Jimin pls and can it be fluffly please? If not, it's okay! I've read all the prompts you wrote and omg I loved them!

Thank you so much!!

Originally posted by hoseokxx

Things you said when you thought I was asleep

You felt something touch the corner of your forehead and the warm feeling traced down the side of your face and to your jaw, drawing little circles there.

“I don’t want to change you,” you heard a faint whisper and you didn’t go through with your previous decision to open your eyes.

“Yes, there are some things about you that I don’t get,” you felt him shift and now a weight was added onto the bed next to your waist.

“That I don’t love. But you’re you.”

It was as if something had happened and you were afraid that if you made the fact that you were awake known, he would retrieve everything he was saying back.

“All that other stuff comes with you, and I never want to lose you.”

His fingers were playing with your hair, as they brushed little strands away from your face, bit by bit.

Then you remembered, when you had overhead his conversation with one of his friends as he spilled to Jimin about something you had done which wasn’t in favour to what Jimin would have wanted in that situation.

“So I don’t want to disturb the equation.”

You felt the tears prick at your eyes. Why did you have to be so sensitive over the littlest things?

“I want to keep it in tact,” he sighed, “And let it grow.”

This time you opened your eyes, and without giving him any time to react, you lunged forward, clutching onto the nap of his neck with one hand.

“I love you, Jimin.”

No Help Required.  PT1

If it weren’t for a chance encounter with a quiet, unassuming man, you probably would have been dead, and you’re willing to do anything to pay him back.

Bucky Barnes X Reader  

NC-17 AU with later appearances from Steve, Sam, Nat, Tony & Thor.

Very Angsty from the beginning. Serious Smut Later on.   

A/N: So for my first proper Tumblr fanfic I decided to write something out of my comfort zone with multiple parts. Don’t mind me, I’m just throwing myself into the deep end… :D Thank you for coming along on this journey with me.  I hope you all enjoy and if you do, please leave a comment/review/like.  Happy Reading Folks xoxo

Words: 1800

Warnings: Rape trigger.  


My mother always told me one day my luck would run out.  “Y/N-” she would say her voice commanding attention,  and a finger, no- a spoon, the wooden spoon she had just been using to stir the pot, she’d point it squarely at me for dramatic effect, her voice though powerful and eloquent grappled to find the right words in English.

“That thing you do- walking home late. It is only a matter of time before something, something terrible happens.  Oh Fille têtue- You will never learn.” She would turn away from me then, her concentration, so it seemed on the simmering pot in front of her.  But I knew it was to hide her face, for mothers never show weakness if it could be helped and she was frightened as any mother would be for the safety of her child.

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How Todoroki Enji Died

@spinningmouse

This is all your fault. Take responsibility (takes place 13-15 years in the future)


“It is my Shouto’s duty to surpass All Might.”

Todoroki Enji stared at the green freckled one pictured in front of him. Though he looked nothing like All Might, his Quirk told all. Enji had suspected it then, at the first sports festival, with the way Midoriya had startled and squeaked in person and the strength of just a flick of his fingers. Blood will out, he had thought then, swiftly followed by, All Might with a secret love-child? Hahaha. While not unheard of heroes hiding their loved ones - the whole reason for using code names - Enji had never heard even a whisper about All Might’s (excepting the more unreliable gossip rags, the kind that made up ludicrous headlines. Like the kind in front of him)

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anonymous asked:

Can you do a sterek fic where they look for a VCR?

Thank you for sending in this prompt, sweetie! I’m publishing it on the Fourth of July but it is sadly not Fourth of July themed. Hope you like fluff and angst, because apparently that’s all I can write right now :P

Also on AO3.


They were laying on the couch in the middle of a Criminal Minds marathon when Derek finally cracked. Stiles could tell that he’d been trying to say something all night but instead of trying to pull it out of Derek, he only pulled him closer in his arms and settled deeper into the couch. He stayed quiet, placing his head over Derek’s shoulder and breathing in deeply at his neck.

He knew Derek would eventually tell him what’s been on his mind. After being together for over a year, not everything seemed like it needed to be addressed immediately for Stiles anymore. He was content to wait for Derek because he knew how difficult it was for him to open up. And every time the sourwolf did open up, Stiles felt immeasurably privileged and weirdly honored. Derek had chosen him*, and kept choosing him.

Now, though, Derek was twisting in Stiles’ lap and turning to face him. He pursed his lips and looked down again before sighing and staring into Stiles’ eyes.

“It’s Cora’s birthday next week,” he said.

This was news to Stiles. While yes, he and Derek had known each other for a few years now and were obviously close – they were living together for Pete’s sake – the topic of Derek’s family was a poisoned pot of worms that Stiles would never push. He’d been slowly learning more about Derek’s childhood and life after the fire. There was no need to rush.

Stiles knew how Derek’s dad and grandma had taught him how to cook since he was old enough to hold a spoon. How Peter had been that cool uncle that took him out of school every once in awhile to go on a roadtrip to any and everywhere. How Laura pushed him to get his GED when they left Beacon Hills and how he started at SUNY when he was only seventeen afterwards. How his favorite color was pink because it was warm without reminding him of fire.

But every new story was never forced. It didn’t exactly feel natural, and it was hard as hell for Derek, but he wanted Stiles to know him. Every part of him.

But things like birthdays and anniversaries only came up when it was too hard for Derek to deal with on his own. Stiles knew this and understood that there were some things of his family that Derek wanted to keep just for himself. Stiles was the same when it came to his own mom. So if Derek was bringing up Cora’s birthday, and acting like this about it, something was wrong.

Stiles swallowed.

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ccentipedee  asked:

9, eremin (eren/armin) please <3

9. Things you said when I was crying
Thank you for requesting these poor sweet boys!

“Eren, Eren, it’s okay, it’s-”

“No!” Eren wailed as he pulled back, scrubbing frantically at the tears that streaked his cheeks, thick and fast. “I-I-It’s just-”

“Amazing?” Armin finished with a grin, and Eren flashed a wobbly smile at him before he buried his face back into his hands, shoulders hitching.

“I’m g-gonna be a dad!”

“Hey,” Armin chided as he shifted closer, wrapped an arm around Eren’s waist and pulled him close, hands settling onto the small of his back. “We’re both going to be dads.”

“Shuddup and lemme enjoy my moment,” Eren grumbled, but he hiccupped and pressed his face into Armin’s hair, fingers clutching at Armin’s shoulders desperately, like he was the only concrete thing in the world.

He decided to ignore the snot and tears that would doubtlessly coat his hair, and instead Armin smiled, kissed Eren on the side of his neck, and hummed quietly as he traced his way up, found a trembling hand waiting on him. Their fingers tangled together, secure, familiar, and Armin squeezed tight as he closed his eyes. “We finally did it,” he whispered, “We’re finally adopting kids.”

“Fuck yeah we are,” Eren sniffled, shaking his head, voice colored with disbelief. And Armin couldn’t blame him. They’d been trying for nearly three years and finally, after so long, it was so close. Just a little bit longer.

Armin pulled back and Eren leaned back, let Armin wipe at his flushed cheeks before he leaned up and pecked Eren on the lips. “Remember that one little girl?”

“Nao?”

“Yeah, her. I know you loved her, and-”

“Is she still there?” Eren’s voice climbed to a shout, and Armin winced, pulled back further as Eren smiled apologetically, kissed his forehead. “Is she there? Can we adopt her?” he said again, softer, practically vibrating.

Armin grinned.

It took a second for the realization to hit, and Eren snapped straighter, eyes blown wide as he gasped. He lunged forward, hand clutching Armin’s hips as he hefted the blond into the air, pulling him to his chest as he spun around, laughing and crying once more. “Nao! We get Nao!”

Armin couldn’t even find it in himself to remind Eren about the paperwork, about what they still had to do. He just laughed, the tears finally coming when Eren set him back down, drew him in, peppered soft, warm kisses all across his face as he giggled and squirmed, excitement thrumming through his veins. “Yeah,” he said finally, “We can get Nao. We can be dads.”

There was a victorious smile on Eren’s lips when he kissed Armin again, and he merely sighed, delighted, and melted into it, chasing sweet joy and bright possibilities.

Behind Silence and Solitude (Negan x Reader) - Part 1

Originally posted by thepumpkinqueenn

Summary: At the feet of Negan, you’re begging for your life, hoping you won’t end up like your dead friends beside you. But you could never in your life imagine Negan’s plan for you…

Part 2       Part 3       Part 4

Tag: @sharknadoslut

Warnings: Vulgar Language, Explicit Language, Mention of death and murder, Death Threats, Dom/Sub Undertones, Blow Job.

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anonymous asked:

ok but while im here i might as well request something ahahah. what abotu a cute scenario with kuroo and tsukki where their s/o eats the guys' favorite food in front of them ? maybe because they had an argument and she's really childish or idek adn they like chase her around omg so cute aaahh

I feel like I maybe made this less fluffy by accident, but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks for your patience!


To any onlooker, they’re a perfect couple; hands clasped tightly in each other’s, shoulders leaning in and bumping in hidden multitudes, and their cheerful smiles beaming a sunflower aura around them.

Kuroo supposes, grudgingly, that you are perfect. But sometimes, like today, you’re just a little piece of shit, and the hidden smirk behind the twist of your hands drums in that fact. He settles opposite Akaashi at the open table, and sighs dramatically when he feels a wet spot blooming underneath his left thigh. Akaashi doesn’t even look up from his study of the menu.

“Someone spilled water there earlier.”

“Right,” Kuroo huffs, “perfect.”

He’s not desperate enough to trust you yet when you offer to mop some of it up for him with a tissue. Handing you a similar looking menu instead, your hands are happily too occupied to give him anymore grief, deserved or not. He spies Bokuto watching the two of you bemusedly out of the corner of his eye, and his bottom lip trembling at the effort to keep his mouth shut about it, and rolls his eyes. He’s surrounded by complete asshats.

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Originally posted by hopeatuuli

Kintsugi

Summary: In this world, heartbreak not only hurts, it scars. Jin meets the young man who loves too much and Namjoon meets the one who doesn’t.


Chapter 1: Gold

The first time Jin meets Namjoon he notices two things, his brilliant smile and the scars that are streaking his body. It is both hard to look at and look away from the gold trails blazing on the surface of his skin. He is about to recoil when they shake hands, but Namjoon’s grasp is steady and strong. From here Jin can tell Namjoon is burning, his personality warm like a gentle fire. It makes Jin’s stomach knot and he can’t help, but wipe his palm on the thighs of his jeans when no one’s looking.

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Something Old

Semi-fluff and soft!Rebelcaptain ahead?

I’m not completely sure how I feel about this, but. I dunno, it’s on the personal side, and something that popped in and needed getting out.

The Empire is gone, and Jyn decides it’s time for a chat with someone who may or may not respond. 


She sat on a ledge, outside a window, on a lesser-used side of the building. From here, she could see the river, its surface speckled and rippling with lights, orange and yellow and red. The glow of the city, and the sprawl surrounding it, ate away at the night. She could hardly make out the stars.

It was strange to be back here. She’d been young, the first time, too young to form complete memories – what remained were images, sensations, flashes of emotions, flitting through. Different context, this time around, and far different quarters, in a different section of the city. But the past had a weight to it, and it pressed down into her chest.

She reached into her shirt, tugged her crystal free. It was dark. It felt right, and warm, in her palm.

“Father…” Did she even believe in this crap? Sometimes, she did. Sometimes, when around certain people. “I didn’t think I’d be doing this, this way. For a long time, I didn’t think I’d be doing it at all.”

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I have never been beautiful,
and I am no one to judge;
but the girl peering out at you
through blood shot eyes and matted hair
is truly the ugliest I’ve ever seen.
Heaving through corrupted lungs,
clutching her broken ribs,
she falls to the ground.
I’ve never been much of a fortune teller
but this girl is dying.
Tears fall down her fragile porcelain face
like rain falling from a sad sky
and her heavy sobs are the thunder
that sends small children running for cover.
Yet there is no lightning.
No light left in her eyes.
Fading dye in her dead hair
and nails chewed to the cuticle
she shakes with anxiety.
Her hands shake as she pops pills
into her small pink mouth
greedily like candy.
This girl is dying.
Her small boney fist is raised
and with all the might left
in her emaciated
weakened
tortured body
She shatters the mirror.
My knuckles are bleeding.
—  I used to write love poems. How quickly things change.

anonymous asked:

for the prompt maybe smth cute like arin taking care of dan when he's sick??

FYI: I don’t know if flight attendants are aware of barotrauma but when I was a kid my eardrum burst and it’s the worst pain I have ever fucking felt.


Arin is sitting next to Dan on the plane when they head back from Austin after SXSW is done. Brian is several rows behind them. Dan had caught con funk™ almost the second that they had landed, thankfully not getting phlegmy until after their concert. Dan grumbles about his head feeling super full while they’re in the air, and Arin let’s him use his shoulder as a pillow in an attempt to make him more comfortable. When they land he’s planning on taking him to the clinic to get antibiotics. Everything is alright until they begin descent into LAX.

That’s when all hell breaks loose.

Dan suddenly wails at the top of his lungs, clutching the sides of his head. A flight attendant rushes over even though she’s supposed to be strapped into her seat near the cockpit.

“Sir?”

People are staring and some look like they’re ready to panic.

“Arin, make it stop!” he cries. There are tears rolling down his face and he’s shaking.

“What’s wrong?” Arin is understandably panicked and he can’t imagine how Brian feels, not able to get up and see what the fuck is going on.

“My ears!” Dan feels like he has white hot brands being shoved into his ears. The pain is so bad that he’s ready to vomit. “Arin!”

“Sir,” the flight attendant begins again, this time directing it towards Arin, “does he have any sort of illness like a head cold or ear infection?” Arin nods in confirmation and the woman winces. “When we land you need to get him to the doctor as soon as possible, okay? His eardrums may have ruptured.”

Fear jolts in Arin’s stomach. Nate had had one of his eardrums rupture when they were kids and it had seemed fucking terrible.

Dan continues to cry while clutching his head. Somewhere beyond the white hot pain he can feel Arin’s reassuring hand around him. He can hear the timbre of Arin’s voice but it sounds like he’s underwater and that ratchets up the panic inside of him even more. “Arin, it hurts,” he says through the sobs. The plane jolts when the tires hit the runway and he struggles to hold onto what little there is in his stomach. Arin rocks him back and forth while they wait for the plane to taxi up to the terminal, and once they can get off the plane, they’re ushered off before anyone else. Arin tells the flight attendant to get Brian, too, since they’re all together.

Dan is sagging against Arin, his entire body shaking badly enough that Arin has to hold him up. Brian looks fucking terrified, which is beyond unsettling since Brian is the one that’s always calm and collected. Arin tells him to collect his and Dan’s luggage and to drop it off at his house when he can. Arin manages to get his hands on a wheelchair since Dan is in medical distress, and he hurries out to where the taxis and übers are waiting for fares. He tells the driver of the über to go to the closest clinic that he can find, assuring the man that Dan isn’t going to bleed all over the vehicle and he isn’t contagious with some zombie bacteria or something.

Dan’s tears have subsided to pained whining, and he still hasn’t stopped clutching his head. He can’t do anything to dull the pain and it’s fucking excruciating. If it was a cut he could apply pressure and he could elevate a sprain or break but this is internal and it hurts like a motherfucker. He’s curled up against Arin’s chest. Arin’s name escapes him every few minutes because it’s all he can think of to try and lessen the pain even though that makes no fucking sense. Arin murmurs softly to him and he can feel the rumble against his broad chest, and even though he can’t hear what Arin is saying, just knowing he’s saying something makes him feel safer.

It feels like an eternity before they get to a clinic but in reality it’s only around thirty minutes. Since it’s a Monday and it’s still pretty early, they get in quickly. Dan refuses to let Arin leave while they examine him.

The doctor diagnoses him with barotrauma, bad enough that if he had been just a tiny bit more stuffed up his eardrums would have ruptured. He’s also got one hell of a head cold, and he gets prescribed a shitload of stuff: Hydrocodone, amoxicillin, Afrin, Q-Nasal, and a Netti Pot treatment. The doctor says that if Dan’s hearing hasn’t improved in the next few days for them to come back. The second Arin has Dan’s prescriptions, Dan pops two hydrocodone, opting to swallow them dry if it means the pain will stop soon.

Suzy is out of town at a convention with Kati, and even though Arin trusts Barry with his life, he feels better with Dan staying at his house with him. He fires off a group text to let everyone know what’s going on. Brian says he’ll bring by the luggage later on, along with homemade soup from Rachel.

The hydrocodone has begun to kick in once Arin gets Dan into his kitchen where he then helps him take his medication. Dan looks at Arin blearily, and Arin has the fleeting thought that maybe this is what Dan looked like when stoned, glazed expression and all.

“Arin,” Dan says, and the words feel round when they come out of his mouth, filling the space around them. It still sounds kind of like he’s underwater but it’s already improving slightly.

“Yeah, buddy?” Arin brushes Danny’s wild mane away from his face and ties it back with the hair elastic that’s around his wrist.

“Can I take a bath?”

“I’m pretty sure that if you did that you would drown, buddy,” Arin says. He’s going to have a hard enough time getting Dan up the stairs as it is.

“Can you help?” Dan still has enough cognizance to blush, but the steam would help open his sinuses and everything ached.

“If… if you’re okay with that, yeah,” Arin says. Dan nods and after a lot of careful maneuvers, Arin gets Dan upstairs into the bathroom. He draws the bath and adds in some of the eucalyptus/mint/menthol bath salts he has, knowing they’ll help Dan relax and breathe better.

Undressing him is awkward, as can only be expected. Dan refuses to meet his eye when he steps out of his boxers, and he only looks at him again when he’s submerged in the water.

Dan hums nonsense notes to himself while Arin washes his back and chest with a soft loofah, making a point to not touch anything that isn’t already exposed to the air.

“I love you,” Dan says, his words slurring and breaking through the sound of water splashing as Arin rinses the suds from his shoulders.

“I love you, too,” Arin replies.

“’M'sorry about all this,” Dan tells him, waving his hand absentmindedly as if that encompasses the whole situation.

“Dude, don’t apologize for getting sick. Lord knows I’ve caught enough con funk™ to infect five hundred people.” Arin jumps in surprise when one of Dan’s large hands, wet and arm from the water, rests against his cheek.

“Don’t ever leave, okay?” Arin is positive that Dan has no idea what he’s saying at this point, so he just nods.

Arin realizes that he forgot to grab clothes before putting Dan in the bath, and he refuses to leave him alone for even a second, so when he finally fishes Dan out of the tub, he awkwardly drapes a towel around his (surprisingly) curvy hips, all the while pretending he can’t see his friend’s cock hanging limply between his legs.

Dan didn’t lie when he said how big he was, that’s for sure.

Arin helps Dan to his and Suzy’s room, and he digs up the smallest pair of his pajama pants he can find. Dan waves off the offer of a pair of Arin’s boxer briefs, and seeing his Sailor Moon pajama bottoms hang dangerously low on Dan’s waist while knowing he’s not wearing anything underneath is much more distracting than it has any right to be. The t-shirt he grabs hangs off of one of Dan’s shoulders, and Arin valiantly tries to not think about the warm twist in his gut at the sight of Dan in his clothing.

He, too, changes into pajamas and tucks Dan into the bed, knowing Suzy won’t mind. He climbs in next to Dan, who automatically octopusses his limbs across Arin.

“I love you,” Dan murmurs, already on the brink of sleep.

“I love you, too, Danny.”

Boy, does he ever. He’s so fucked.

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Requested By: @mjnisanairdot

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With one last desperate arc of your blade, the vampire’s head rolled off and fell to the ground along with its collapsing body. Sam clapped you on the back with a broad smile and his congratulation on the tip of his tongue, but all excitement dropped from his face when he met your eyes.

The air had been sucked from your lungs. You clutched onto his arm for support, an iron grip, but that did nothing to help your struggling lungs. An invisible force seemed to have wrapped itself around your chest and all you could only manage to gasp in little spurts of air.

“Where’s your inhaler?” Sam asked, worry laced in his voice.

“Impala,” you wheezed after another short gasp. Sam turned to give directions to Dean, but he had already taken off running. 

You slid into Sam, your legs feeling weak and you head spinning. He had a grip on both your arms and helped you sink to the ground. His form crouched in front of you, an urgency in his voice, “Focus on me, alright? Breathe with me.”

He took long, deep breaths, and you tried to match them but your lungs seemed to spasm, struggling to stop gasping for air. You were drowning. The dozens of monsters you’ve hunted couldn’t kill you but your own damn asthma could cripple you at any moment.

“Hold in there, just a little longer,” Sam reassured you. You kept your eyes on his lips, struggling to mimic the pace of his exhale.

Dean burst into the room, tossing your inhaler to Sam, who then pressed it into your palm and against your lips.