I love your blog and your fanfics. ❤ was hoping if you could write a sort of one-shot of Jon's POV if Dickon tried to flirt with Sansa! Maybe even propose her lol
Thank you so much, hun!!! *_* You’re way too sweet to me! I’m just a trash blog haha <3 Bless you though. Thank you!!
And for you:
The air was still, quiet, a stark difference from the storm that had raged through the night. Jon hadn’t been back longer than a sennight and yet he could already feel the calmness of Winterfell weaving through his skin and settling into his bones. It was a few days till he would have to leave for the Wall, but sunrise after sunrise, Jon found the necessity of war to fall idly on his mind, his desire to stay here more pressing than ever. It wasn’t simply the calm, the serenity that blanketed over him, but something more unbidden and confusing.
In the aftermath of Daenerys’ siege on the Lannister army, many of the men burnt by her dragons had somehow escaped into the river, floating down until they were found by travelers. One of them happened to be Dickon Tarly, and when news came of Randyll’s execution, Sam had written to Jon to take his family in, pleading that they weren’t safe in the Reach. There hadn’t been a question in his mind. Winterfell would house the Tarly’s and offer them sanctuary while Daenerys and Cersei waged their war, but Jon had never anticipated, never fathomed that in doing so he would be placing Sansa at risk.
No, he begrudgingly admitted, she was in no danger, but the way Dickon looked at her, like she was the sun rising after the Long Night, Jon loathed it. Sansa had been through so much, endured so much at the hands of men, and he would be remiss to let her fall prey to another, even if Dickon appeared as honourable as his brother. It didn’t matter. When it came to Sansa, nothing mattered more than her safety.
“Lord Dickon,” Sansa greeted as she stopped just at the bottom of the staircase. Jon was supposed to be training the younger soldiers, but he paused, sword held tightly in his hand, as he watched Dickon stride up to her.
“My lady,” Dickon bowed his head, and when he lifted it back, there was a bright, fond smile on his face. “I pray that you are well this morning?”
“I’m perfectly well, ser,” she answered, returning his smile with one of her own, and gods, it even looked genuine. Sansa inclined her head and tentatively touched Dickon’s wrapped arm being held up by a sling. “Are you well? Are your injuries healing? I can send for the maester if it’s troubling you still, my lord.”
Dickon laughed. “I am as well as I can be, my lady. And I must say it is entirely in thanks to you.”
“I have done nothing, Lord Dickon,” Sansa said, ducking her head, pink tingeing her cheeks. Jon prayed it was from the cold, but there was no wind today, no nipping frost to prey on exposed skin.
“Forgive me, but that’s simply untrue,” Dickon said earnestly. He reached for Sansa’s hand and held it in his. “You cared for me when I thought I was on the brink of death. My mother calls you, my Winter Angel.”
Jon threw his sword down to the ground with a loud clatter and walked towards them, body and mind warring with one another as one felt ready for war and the other warned of disastrous repercussions if he were to act on that hostility. Sansa caught his eye instantly, so always attuned to him in a way that made his heart race, and a pretty frown settled on her lips.
“Jon,” she murmured, just as Dickon turned around.
“Your grace,” he bowed. “I hope the preparations for the war is going well.”
Jon resisted the urge to growl in response and nodded curtly. “It’s going fine, Lord Dickon.” But he wasn’t looking at Dickon, he had eyes for only one and she was staring right back, concern, confusion and irritation flashing through those summer blue eyes. “Sansa, I need…” But he hadn’t an idea what he needed or why he was standing here before them, and so the words trailed off, empty and unfinished.
“You need?” Sansa prompted, continuing to watch him carefully. “Jon, are you well?” She stepped forward, past Dickon, and laid both of her hands over his forearm. Almost immediately, his body relaxed, the tension easing away under her touch, like a winter rose blooming for the first time. He caught one hand with his other.
“I need to…” He was aware of Dickon watching them curiously, but he didn’t care. He needed Sansa to come with him, anywhere, away from everyone, just so it was just them two again, like how it used to be before all of this. “Can we speak in private? I need to discuss urgent business with you.”
“Oh,” Sansa said, surprised colouring her face. She then nodded and turned towards Dickon. “Well, I hope you have a fast recovery, Lord Dickon. Good day.”
Dickon smiled, bright and clear. Gods, Jon hated him.
“Yes, my lady. Good day to you both.”
He watched the taller man walk away, waited until he disappeared back into the castle, before looking back at Sansa, who had a knowing smile on her face.
“He is not a bad man,” she said gently. “He is a good and honourable lord with a kind heart.”
“He fought for the Lannisters,” Jon immediately countered moodily, his brows furrowing in annoyance.
“And yet you pardoned him and offered his family sanctuary,” Sansa replied just as haughtily. “I could find a worse match.”
“Match?” Jon repeated, his anger growing now. “And when did we start speaking of matches, Sansa?”
She rolled her eyes and tore her hands from his, before walking away. “I am a trueborn daughter of House Stark, am I not? And he, a trueborn son of House Tarly? It would be a good political match.”
“And would you live in the Reach?” Jon demanded, grabbing her wrist and turning her back around. “Would you truly leave Winterfell?” He paused, breathing heavily. “Leave me?”
Her eyes narrowed, lips pursed tightly. “You have no right to judge me for thinking of matches when you are out there making your own!”
“What are you talking about!” Jon shouted, causing the men on the yard to turn and stare at them. He growled under his breath and tugged Sansa along until they were hidden in an alcove at the far end of the courtyard. “What match am I making?”
“Lord Davos said that you were showing great interest in the Dragon Queen,” Sansa answered coldly, eyes challenging him to contradict her.
Jon shook his head, too shocked to find the right response. “I have no interest in Daenerys. How can I be interested in another woman when all I can ever think about is…” Jon stopped, startled by his own admission as shame coloured his cheeks. “Forget it. It’s nothing. I have more important matters to attend to. Go back to your Lord Dickon.”
He made to leave but Sansa held him back this time. “Finish your sentence, Jon.”
“Sansa,” he warned. “Let me go.”
“Finish your sentence,” she repeated angrily. “You cannot yell at me then not explain to me why. That’s not fair!”
Jon growled, fighting a losing battle, as he twisted their hands so he could grip her instead. He crowded her back up against the wall and leaned in close. “How can I be interested in another woman when all I can ever think about is you?” he whispered, his breath fanning across her skin. “Is that what you wanted to hear? That you have me this twisted up inside? That I can hardly go a day without thinking about you, desperate to just be near you? Do you know how I loathe myself for having these thoughts?” He was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, as he continued to stare at her.
For the longest second of his life, Sansa said nothing, did nothing, but stare back, and then slowly, her hands ran up his chest. “Then let us be twisted together,” she murmured, as her hands curled around his neck and pulled him to her, kissing him lightly. “Because you are all I think about as well, Jon Snow,” she said against his lips.
Jon sighed into her, holding onto her hips as he continued to kiss her as lovingly, desperately and wantonly as he could, while knowing that there was now a new reason why he didn’t want to leave Winterfell. How could he now that he knew what she tasted like?
RFA reacting to MC having an "accident" in the middle of the night cause Aunt Flo is here./ RFA when It's MC's "time of the month"
Anonymous said: I already made a request last night but, I realized
it’s similar to another one. The severe period pain one? By that I mean, Mc is
like groaning in pain on the couch and unable to move from the pain. Btw can it
be RFA +V and Saeran. I’m like withering in pain and tbh I feel like this will
make me feel better lmao. Also, I like went through nearly your entire profile.
Anonymous said: Ohm. This is a weird request but meh. Do you think
you could to a reaction from the RFA + V and Saeran to MC having horrible
period pains? So bad that it hurts to stand? Cause like, it happens.
So these are actually some
of the latest requests, but this just seemed easier to write, so I finished
this as soon as I could to get some content out. Still, it’s almost two weeks
late despite that. Our inbox is rotting. Imsosorryivebeenbusy x.x
BUT ANYWAY! I hope this will suffice? It might not be quite
what you guys asked, but I tried ^~^
Text Message Received.
“Hey, I can’t come to the beach today, sorry… >_< It’s that time of
the month, so I can’t swim…”
He’s never had a girlfriend before. He’s completely clueless when you suddenly cancel on the
beach date you’d been planning for days! You’d both been so busy, today was the
one day you could actually meet up :C
-insert sad Yoosung boyfriend-
Instead, he decides to visit, anxiously worrying if you were
feeling sick. (his mother makes him bring you some chicken noodle soup,
lecturing him about how it was only respectful lololol cmon we all know she
Hm. You didn’t look feverish, and you weren’t coughing or
anything… The only weird thing was how you sat in your chair all curled up into
a ball. Curious, he decides to ask you about it, “So uhm, MC… why did you cancel
Immediately, your cheeks flush slightly. Didn’t he
understand from your text…? With a wry smile on your face, you eventually
explained, “Weeeell, I’m on my period… And the cramps have been really bad so
far. I can hardly stand. I didn’t want to ruin our date by lying down every
five minutes in an attempt to tolerate the pain.”
The colour drains from his face.
“OH MY GOD MC, ARE YOU OKAY?! NO, NEVER MIND, OF COURSE NOT.
L-look, you shouldn’t be sitting here with me if it’s that bad, go back to bed
right now and I will make you an omelette because you need good nutrition and
rest so pleasepleaseplease go lie down,” he babbles, panic filling his features
as he desperately pushes you to your room.
He ends up cooking in your kitchen while you bundled up in
your blankets, trying to fight off the pain somehow.
Brings the omelette to your bed so you don’t have to walk
You fail in holding back a big smile as you look at the
beach umbrella drawn in ketchup. (Everytime he made you an omelette, he made
sure to draw something different)
“I-it’s to represent that we should go to the beach when you
feel better,” he sheepishly explained, red tinting his cheeks.
Your phone suddenly vibrated, indicating a notification came
through. You glanced briefly at your phone before WHIPPING YOUR HEAD to re-read
Seven: lololol I guess
he really wants to see you in a bikini!! What a perverted boy ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
You’d been lazily cuddling together in the morning upon
waking up after a…. good night
together. He’s whispering sweet nothings into your ear, running his fingers
over your body… down your back… over your butt… then he stops, a flicker of
confusion in his eyes.
He suddenly breaks his hold on you, sitting up and lifting
the blanket off your bodies. Zen’s eyes seem to be peeled to your legs, or
You watch him in a half-asleep state, what was he doing so
early in the morning? You yawn, stretching slightl- !!!
A sharp pain shoots through your lower stomach and you hiss
as you clutch at it. What the…?
As you roll around the bed, you feel a slight wetness on the
bedsheets. Oh. Uh-oh.
You heave a sigh, closing your eyes as dread overwhelms you.
“Pleeease tell me it’s not what I think it is,” you groan, pulling a pillow
over your head. “I’m so sorry for ruining the bed, ugh…”
Zen’s eyes soften, sympathy flashing in them. “Honey, it’s
okay, it happens,” he says, offering a sweet smile. “I’ll take care of it,
okay? Do what you need to, and when you’re done, I’ll go get our breakfast.
Don’t worry about anything.”
He plants a light kiss on your forehead, gazing gently into
In mere minutes, he removes and replaces the bedsheets,
throws them in the laundry, and heads out to buy some food. You wait anxiously
on the bed, groaning as your cramps caused continuous, throbbing pain.
“Zeeeen,” you whimper, as if it would make him come back
The front door opens, and you can see that Zen has returned
with crepes, cake and hot chocolate in hand. He quickly rushes to your side as
he hears your whimpering, stroking your hand as he checks to make sure you’re
“I’ve heard that chocolate is supposed to help with cramps,”
he says unsurely, holding up the hot chocolate. “And I also got some sweets. I
know it’s not a proper breakfast, but I know you love these things around this
time of the month. So let me spoil you on days like this, babe.”
Despite the lightning bolts of pain you were feeling, you
managed to smile from your balled up position, weakly squeezing his hand as a
sign of acknowledgment. “I love you, Zenny,” you mumble.
From the beginning, she had been aware that you got severe
period cramps, and prepared numerous remedies and reliefs.
Whenever she noticed that it was nearing your time of the
month, she would make you drink water with brown sugar dissolved into them,
which was supposed to relax your muscles and make your cramps hurt less.
But one day, before your period came, you began to cramp up
really badly. Unfortunately, you were still at work, so you had to continue
taking orders and serving the customers despite the pain. You couldn’t let
Jaehee down, after all.
But after doing it for a while, you were sweating profusely,
your mouth watering with excess saliva. Your cheeks were flushed, and your legs
were beginning to give out.
From behind the counter, Jaehee noticed your odd state, and
realized immediately what was going on. She dashes out to guide you into the
employee room, bringing you a mug of chamomile tea and chocolate cake.
“MC, you should’ve told me earlier if you weren’t feeling
well!” she scolds you, glaring at you. But her eyes are soft with worry,
although she was trying to express her anger.
You smile weakly, having no excuse to offer.
Her worry morphs into guilt. “I should have given you the
day off… I knew that your time of the month was coming soon, I shouldn’t have
made you work. I’m really sorry, MC.” She runs a hand through her hair in
frustration, ashamed in herself.
“But you take such good care of me, I only want to repay
you…” you argue softly, furrowing your eyebrows.
Your words bring a small smile to her face. “Silly. You’re
the one who takes care of me. You’re always considering my feelings, even when
I don’t. I can only be so happy thanks to you.”
Another shot of pain makes you wince, and you bring your
knees to your chest, in an attempt to ease the pain. “Nng… thanks, Jaehee, but
I just need to… rest for now,” you managed to say. “Go back to the counter…
customers are waiting.”
She flicks your forehead lightly. “Silly. I’m going to stay
with you of course. I’ll just close the shop. It’s one of the perks of being
the owner. Let me take advantage of it, okay?”
And so, you end up going home, cuddling together on the bed
as you suffered through your monthly hell. At least you had an angel beside
The two of you usually spent your nights together, but you
suddenly asked to stay in a separate room one night. A bit disheartened, Jumin
inquired you as to why you requested this, and you sighed, begrudgingly
explaining what Mother Nature made you go through.
“Is that why you couldn’t sleep last night?” he frowned, his
thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Your head shot up in surprise. “You knew?”
“I know everything, my love. You were groaning, tossing and
turning the entire night… I couldn’t even hug you properly.”
“It’s not my fault it hurts so much!” you protest.
“I also had the maids wash the bedsheets, after noticing it
had been dirtied. I hope you don’t mind.”
Erk, that was embarrassing. It was only the maids, but you
suddenly felt like the whole world knew you were bleeding out of your vagina
now. Seriously, Jumin could’ve kept quiet about that part. Now you felt mildly
Jumin continued, “It’s okay. Get some rest, okay? You
probably didn’t sleep a wink last night. I have a meeting today, but I’ll try
to come home as soon as I can. I hope Elizabeth 3rd will suffice as
company til then… Is there anything you would like me to bring back while I’m
“Not really…” you mutter, cheeks still red.
Jumin raised an eyebrow, dubious.
“Okay, fine. Yeah, can I get some pizza? That one we had
last time, where the crust was perfectly crispy and topped with that fancy
stuff you ordered.”
He chuckles, kissing your forehead softly. “I knew you’d
give in. And don’t worry so much about it being your time of the month. This is
nothing to be embarrassed about, compared to your loud screams at night…”
The moment he heard your first
whimpers he KNOCKED DOWN YOUR DOOR
“Honey?! What’s wrong!!” he
panicked, throwing the covers off your bed to inspect you
You were curled up, rocking
gently side-to-side as you quietly cried, the tears gathering in the corners of
“Saeyoungggg… Mother Nature’s
killing me again,” you sniffled, trying to deal with the pain
“W-w-what do I do?” he
stammered, cheeks flushing as he was unfamiliar with women’s monthly pains. He
wanted to help, but he really had no idea.
But you couldn’t even answer,
groaning as the next wave of pain hit you
“I-it’s okay, MC, I’ll call for
help immediately! Defender of Justice, 707, off to the rescue!!” he declared,
suddenly dashing out your room
“Come baaack,” you called out,
feeling slightly disappointed. Had he just run out on you? What was he even
trying to do? You just wanted some Saeyoung cuddles right now…
From the open door, you could
hear Saeyoung talking vividly on the phone, “Give up the sacrifice!! NOW, Jumin
Han, or I will hack into your company right now!”
Sacrifice? What sacrifice?
“I will steal Elly—no, listen to me, I will call her Elly however I
Did he already forget about you?
You grumbled, rolling over to hug your blankets.
“Good, I’m glad we cleared this
up! 5 minutes, Mr. Han, I’m giving you 5 minutes to send her over.”
Fuck, was he trying to get
Elizabeth the 3rd over? Seriously, that wouldn’t really help with
your period pains very much. At all. You didn’t hate her, per say, but you were fucking dying in here.
You mentally counted down 5
minutes, when the doorbell suddenly rang, and you could hear Saeyoung’s
footsteps as he practically flew to the door.
“I’m so glad you’re here! Thank
youuuu!!” You could hear him exclaim.
“MC?” a soft, feminine voice
called out to you from the doorway.
Your eyes snapped open, “Jaehee?!
I thought you were Elizabeth the 3rd!”
Her eyes twinkled with
amusement. “Now, why would you think that? I wasn’t aware that spending so much
time cat-sitting had resulted into my transformation into a cat.”
“N-no.. never mind.” It was
always hard to explain Saeyoung’s antics. “Why are you here?”
“Seven called Mr. Han to demand
that I came to help. I’m very glad to (get away from Jumin) be of help,
MC. I brought some painkillers, some hot soup and a few bags of tea for you to
drink over the next few days. It should help somehow,” Jaehee explained,
holding up a small plastic bag that you hadn’t noticed before.
From behind her, you noticed
Saeyoung peeking nervously from the doorway, his eyes teared up as he stared at
your weakened form.
“Thanks, Jaehee. And Saeyoung,
you can come in, you know…” you said.
“B-but!! I’m a pure girl,
darling, what if I get the curse of periods too?!” Saeyoung whined, shaking his
….That’s what he was worried about?
“Seven… Periods are not
contagious,” Jaehee deadpanned.
He was always prepared when it
was your time of the month—even more than you were! He couldn’t help it. For the
majority of his relationship with Rika, he’d been doting on her, doing anything
and everything he could for her. Old habits die hard.
“MC, maybe you shouldn’t be
wearing white underwear… it’s almost your time of the month, isn’t it?” he
called out as he was cooking breakfast, glancing at you from the corner of his
“W-wha?” you yawned. You were
only wearing one of his shirts and some panties, but then you realized the
date. “Oh, you’re right!”
By the time you went to change,
you’d already seen the faintest taint of pink on your underwear. Fuck. How many have you ruined by now?
…Too many to count.
It took a couple hours before the
pain started to kick in.
Considering this was a reoccurring
pattern, V already knew what to do and when to do it.
“MC, honey, I prepared a hot
bath for you… Would you like to be alone, or shall I join you?” he asked,
checking in on you.
“Nng… I can’t really walk right
now, sorry,” you replied, hugging a heating pouch to your lower stomach.
He chuckled in return, “Then I’ll
carry you there. Perhaps I should strip you, too?” He winked jokingly.
If this had been a normal day,
you would’ve taken the chance to jump at him (because V’s hot and a sweetheart) but no, your cramps
were killing you today. So no. No sinning today, MC.
He fed you chocolate as you sunk
into your bath, letting the heat relax your muscles, significantly easing your
cramps. He helped to wrap you in a towel, making sure you were warm.
By the time you went to bed, the
cramps had more or less gone away for the night, and you happily snuggled into
his chest, feeling comfortable, relaxed and loved.
When he finished his morning
shower, he found you groaning in pain on the bed, hugging a pillow tightly.
He snickered, “Was I too hard on
you last night? I didn’t realize it was that bad…”
You shook your head, correcting
him, “I’m on my periodddd…”
Immediately, his smile dropped.
What the fuck?
“What… what is that supposed to
mean?” he furrowed his eyebrows cutely, looking at you with pure confusion.
“I’m bleeding from my vagina,
what else?” you rolled your eyes, deadpanning.
“Erm. Oh,” he stated in
surprise. “Does… does ice cream help?”
“Ice cream doesn’t solve
He frowned, not knowing what to
do. Instead, he crawled into bed next to you. “Well, uhm, I don’t really know
what to do… but, whenever I’m not feeling well, your hugs really help me, so if
you don’t mind, I’m just going to cuddle with you… okay?”
You flashed a small smile at
him, inwardly gushing at how adorable he was. “Of course!”
He smiled back with a hint of
relief that he was doing something right. “Tell me if you need anything, okay?”
“And what if I said I only need
you?” you joked.
He plants a soft kiss on your
forehead. “I’m the one who needs you. Please feel better soon…”
“i’m not used to people giving a damn about me, and i don’t know how to give one back, let alone love someone … and i don’t know if i ever will. and that’s the truth, and that’s why it’s hard, because who’s ever gonna want to be with somebody like me?”
Warning: Smut. Semi-not really-kind of infidelity.
“Absolutely not.” You said sternly, pulling the dishcloth that hung from the string of your apron and swiping the crumbs from the counter into your palm, tossing them mindlessly into the trash bin.
“Why not?” Taehyung whined, one cheek bulging with unchewed French toast.
You squinted at him, your elbows supporting you on the countertop when you leaned closer to him, “Because I don’t want to have sex with you, Taehyung.”
He swallowed the large bite of food with effort, “Do it for me,” he begged around the straw of his milk tea, “I am going on my third date with Yura this weekend and she’s been hinting at some stuff. I don’t wanna go in and make a fool of myself.”
“So, the only way to ensure that doesn’t happen is if I sleep with you, right?” You deadpanned.
“You’re one of my closest friends!”
“So?” You scoffed.
“So,” Taehyung continued, “You’re the only girl I’m close enough to that I would trust with something like this. And…” He started, but instantly clamped his mouth shut, looking away from you to focus on stirring his drink.
“And?” You pressed.
“And…” He trailed off, bringing the straw to his lips, but you reached out and snatched the glass from him, giving him an expectant glare.
“And Yoongi’s said some things…” He muttered in a rush.
“What things?” Your voice rose louder than you intended, earning you several glances from different patrons and a few of the waiting staff. You cleared your throat, ducking your head closer to Taehyung to try and hide the blush that no doubt coloured your cheeks.
Taehyung fidgeted in his seat, his fingers tapping the edge of the countertop, “Okay, don’t be mad.”
You just looked at him, and he nodded in understanding before continuing, “I was talking to him like a week ago, and I was asking him about what to do, you know, if things with Yura escalated. And he made references to when you two were together…”
“Oh my God.” You groaned, your hand coming up to cradle your face.
“It wasn’t anything bad!” He waved his arms frantically, as if to lessen the blow, “He just gave me some advice, and he said you were really, um, good?”
“Please stop talking.” You peeked at him through your fingers.
Taehyung nodded again, his lips pressing into a thin line and he watched his fingers. You admired him for a second, your smile hidden behind your hand because he looked positively dejected and completely adorable. You were almost contemplating agreeing with his proposal and you wanted to smack yourself to come back to your senses.
Seconds ticked by; Taehyung remaining silent as you just watched him. Your mind was teetering back and forth, arguing with yourself on whether this was a harmless request, or if it was just going too far. On the one hand, you didn’t want to create any awkwardness between the two of you, you valued your friendship with him too much. On the other hand, he was very obviously attractive, and he only made it sound like it was a one time thing. Another small part of you also may have been thinking about getting back at your ex-boyfriend for gossiping about something as personal as your sex life.
“Okay, I have some conditions,” You said finally, dropping your hand to the counter with a thud. Taehyung perked up instantly, his eyes wide with excitement. “This happens once, okay. That’s it. You don’t get to tell anyone about it. And lastly, after this happens, everything goes back to normal.”
“YesOkayWhatever!” Taehyung cheered in a rush, rising out of his seat so quickly that the stool skidded behind him. He threw his arms around you over the counter, peppering kisses to your cheek.
You struggled in his hold, trying to wedge your hands between your bodies to pry him off of you, but it was no use. Finally, with a particularly firm jab to his ribs with your two fingers, he released you with a grunt.
“So,” He started, his hand rubbing against his sore spot as he looked at any point in the restaurant that wasn’t your face, “When do we do this?”
You shrugged a shoulder, “When’s your date?”
“Tomorrow,” He blinked, eyes finally settling on you.
Your eyes narrowed before slipping closed, tipping your head back with a long sigh, “Then I guess it would have to be tonight.”
“Someone’s eager, hm?” He taunted, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
You balled the dishcloth in your hand and flung it at him, hitting him square in the face. Taehyung swatted the cloth away, throwing it to the ground and almost knocking over his drink in the process. “Rude.” He grumbled.
You flashed a quick smile that didn’t meet your eyes, “I’ll be by your place at seven. Get out of here before I change my mind.”
BLURB: every person you love leaves a colour on your skin. Some people are stained everywhere with colour, some with none at all. But there is always one simple rule, once you find your soulmate they wash away all the other colours.
The soulmate colour AU with Barry cause lets be real, everyone needs this in their lives.
Also I apologize, I wrote this at three AM.
The waiter that handed me my coffee had hands stained with blue, bright blue standing out against their dark skin. Guess they got lucky, found someone to wash away the rest. Or perhaps they never had any to wash away, their hairline is stained too. Signs of gentle touches.
Yeah I know most people use words like ‘painted’ or ‘caressed’ to describe the colours. I use ‘stained’, because thats what they are. Stupid marks that wouldn’t go away no matter how hard you tried. Marks that show everyone your personal life. Stains that show if you love too much or not at all.
You see I hate the orange stains that lace my body, the constant reminder that my only love left me. Ran away with someone who could mark them with deep purple, wash away my pitiful gold.
Most people think gold is an amazing colour to leave behind, not him. He hated it, said it reminded him of all the medals he should have won.
Oh well, at least I’m not stained with white
That’s the worst, white means you’ve fallen in love. But they don’t love you back, so every time that person touches you your skin is bleached. A constant reminder that they don’t love you back
Most of the time those people find another soulmate, someone to wash away the bleach. To give them colour again
There’s one person in this city that I know of with skin bleached.
A CSI, I don’t know his name. But it’s obvious, I always see him interviewing patients at the hospital I work at.
See their sympathetic looks as their eyes trail along his bleached body.
I’ve never spoken to him though; hell I’ve never even looked him in the eyes. I’m too scared I’ll see myself in them, see the same hopeless look all people left by their colour match do.
Yeah I get that there’s still hope. That by some miracle you might find a real match. Someone to wash away the other colours. Or paint over the bleach.
It had happened before.
But then I look at the bleached CSI, and I lose all hope.
As I walk to the hospital I see him again, running in. He’s always late, that much is obvious by the annoyed scowl of the police captain as he arrives.
The annoyed scowl stained with yellow.
I went to my next patient, trying to ignore the bleached soul behind me as much as I tried to pretend my hands aren’t stained with orange.
“Y/N?” one of the nurses called.
“The CSI has to question your patient.”
“Alright, send him in,” I replied as I carried on taking my patient’s vitals.
There was nothing I wouldn’t have done to not be in that room.
To not see my own fate reflected in his eyes.
I could ignore him, I thought. I could carry on my duties and pretend I didn’t see the other person in the room, I could just make sure the patient was stable and handle the rest once he leaves.
Until he enters.
He’s much taller than I expected, about half a head taller than me (yeah I’m tall urgh). He walked in and tried to introduce himself. Tried to shake my hand.
I ignored him, I couldn’t possibly address him. That would mean addressing all of him.
I try not to notice the sad looks my patient is giving him.
I did my full exam without even looking at him, and then practically ran from the room.
Thankfully the rest of the day went fine, a couple patients commented on how happy I must be of course.
Because that was the only option when a colour stains your body as much as it stains mine, no one presumes that person could have left.
Because somehow everything revolves around this stupid colours.
As I was walking home that day I heard running behind me, as I turned around I saw the CSI running towards me.
No. No. No.
This cannot be happening, I thought. There was no way he could about to reach me, none at all. I avoid him as much as possible. This isn’t happening.
“Hey! Wait,” he called, running up to me.
When I turned to look at him I saw just how bad off he was, his hairline, his cheeks, the outline of his lips. All bleached, like every bit of colour was drained from him.
His pain painted on his face by some cruel artist.
He held something in colourless hands, “This fell of your neck while you were examining that guy, thought you might want it back.”
In his hands he held my gold necklace that my brother gave me, I hadn’t even noticed it had gone.
“Oh my god, thank you so much! I don’t know what I would have done if I had lost this!”
He smiled, he was different when he smiled.
Almost like a trace of his former self somewhere in there, fighting to resurface.
“No problem,” he said as he handed it back to me.
As he gave it to me our hands touched, I almost screamed.
Where he touched me, the orange had changed to a deep maroon.
I looked at his hand and saw gold, the bleached had been painted over.
“Hi,” he whispered, a broken smile on his face.
“Hey,” I laughed back, tracing his face with my hand, watching as the bleach there changed to gold.
It’s been five months since that day and I’ve got to own up to something, maybe soulmates weren’t so bad after all.
I’ve learned his name is Barry, I’ve he’s the Flash (his colour is maroon for god’s sake).
He’s in and out of the hospital all the time now.
Only I don’t avoid him now, I watch with pride.
As the patient’s smiles change from sympathetic to hopeful as their eyes trail down the gold paint strokes that lace his body.
Thanks for reading what happens in my brain at three AM…
I’m actually rather proud of this one, please let me know what you think.
can i make a request where the reader is an artist please :))
I don’t know why this turned so angsty, sorry these one shots are short but I’d rather that than them being boring! Here goes - hope you enjoy! Xx
“Hey handsome, rough case?” You called out as your boyfriend Spencer walked into your apartment slamming the door.
“Aren’t they always?” He sighed, dropping his trademark satchel on the floor.
You looked at him with sadness and sympathy. He was so beautiful and yet so sad and tired, his career took so much out of him but you knew he’d never leave his job.
“What are you painting?” He asked, reminding you of the various different brushes tucked into your hair, apron, jeans pocket and funnily in your sock.
Your attention turned to the canvas in front you. To be honest you weren’t entirely sure, it had started as a project based on colours and perception but now it had changed into something else that was unknown to you.
“I don’t actually know.” You laughed.
“It looks pretty cool whatever it is.”
“Come here.” You called, lifting your arms out to him.
All you wanted to do was hold him and make the deep frown line on his forehead disappear. You could think of nothing that could do that except from a cuddle. As he walked towards you you suddenly remembered something.
“What? Oh god what?!” He panicked.
“Oh sorry nothing bad I just, I need to take my apron off.” You grimaced.
He just simply rolled his eyes at you while you pulled the apron off as fast as you could. Once it was off, Spencer crashed into you with frightening force, wrapping his long slender yet still strong arms around you.
“It was that bad huh?” You asked through your lips that were smushed into Spencer’s shoulder.
He said nothing at first, but tilted your face up by your chin and placed a warm deep kiss on your mouth.
“I missed you so much.” He whispered, voice breaking.
When you looked up at him, his hazel eyes were filled with tears threatening to fall.
“Spence…I missed you too, you know I love you don’t you?”
hoseok x reader // min yoongi x reader, college! hoseok, college! yoongi •
genre/warnings: smut, angst •
words: 13,151 →
summary: you were broken from
a past relationship, and Hoseok wanted to fix you, but what price was he
willing to pay? Would he end up worse off, or would you realise in time, that
your best friend was the one…? •
note. inspired by this
When you booked the tickets for your flight to America you never thought you would find love. Let alone love with four people- but here you were squished in the middle of your too-small bed with the loves of your life.
It all started when your sister met her soulmate, the emerald green shaded circle on her wrist matching perfectly with her husband’s. It was when she called you screaming about the news that you knew you needed to take a holiday. You were older sister and therefore you always believed that you would be the first to find your soulmate in the family but you were mistaken.
So after a bottle of cheap red wine and a late night shopping spree you boarded the plane to New York a scarf covering up the tattoo underneath your collar bone that you’ve come to memorize over the years if you were to ever run into your soulmate. You were always confused about your tattoo as it seemed normal. It appeared to be a small flower with five petals except one petal was coloured in with your favourite colour. You tried to find the answers for this phenomenon as usually peoples tattoos were half coloured with their favourite colour until the met their soulmate and the other half became their soulmates favourite colour. Many theories suggested that you had more than one soulmate- a small part of you kind of liked this idea. But many other theories suggested that you were broken and that your soulmate had died and therefore you lost some of you colour (you prayed for this to be some sort of sick joke).
Imagine: Dean, your crush, takes a potion to read minds in order to solve the case you’re working on. However, your thoughts are too loud and dirty for him to ignore.
Characters: Dean, Sam and reader.
Warnings: A few dirty thoughts and a bit of fluff, I’m sure you can handle it.
Word count: 2,934
A/N: Yes, I interrupted the Sam spam for this but I couldn’t help myself. I was watching TV with my brothers and I saw this guy who could read minds (on a cartoon) and thought “this one could work” and I couldn’t imagine it with anyone else but Dean.
None of you
were sure the spell would work, but Dean took it anyways. You were hunting down
a vengeful spirit, even had a few guesses on whose bones to burn, but no one in
that goddamn town dared to say anything; they covered each other up. Therefore,
when Sam suggested that one of them took a mind-reading spell to see if that
worked, Dean didn’t thought twice.
anything?” Sam asked. Dean shook his head.
like crap.” Dean complaint.
because it does have crap.” You muttered and Dean almost fainted at the
thought. Sam chuckled and palmed his brother’s back.
there, Dean. Don’t throw it up, maybe it ends up working.” Sam said and his
After a few
hours of waiting, Dean was positive that the spell hadn’t worked at all. Sam
and you groaned and went back to doing research, looking for something else to
make the natives speak. Dean walked toward the mini bar at the hotel room and
kneeled down to grab a beer, everything was fine until he heard a voice on his
“Is it bad that I like his ass so much? I
mean, just look at it, he fills his jeans perfectly.” It was your voice, “And oh my God, his eyes are so pretty, like
how can someone have that colour of green… ugh… You’re wandering again (Y/N).
Maybe if he wasn’t that handsome I could focus on the research, poor Sam is
doing the whole work again… Fuck Dean Winchester and his fucking perfect ass
and eyes and… Oh yes, fuck him, I want to…” Dean blushed fifty shades of
red and snapped his head at you. “Oh
fuck, he’s looking over. Act normal, (Y/N).” You looked down at you laptop
and started reading the text in front of you.
“Ugh, they’re doing it again.” Now it was
Sam’s voice, “Their eye sex thing is
killing me. Next time I’ll get my own room… I’m sick of those two, why don’t
they kiss already? They’re both stubborn asses, maybe I should find a way of
getting them together.” Dean stood up and drank his beer completely before
head aches, I’m going to sleep early… Er… (Y/N), are you sharing bed with me or
with Sam?” The hunter asked, barely looking into your eyes.
“YOU, PLEASE, YOU OH MY GOD. I don’t
know, Dean. Whatever you guys want. I don’t mind sleeping on the couch especially if you’re by my side… For God’s
sake, control yourself (Y/N)!” You replied calmly, although your thoughts
were beginning to become dirty.
if you don’t mind, I’d rather have you share bed with her maybe the proximity will convince you to stop being an ass and confess
your feelings for her” Sam gave Dean his best puppy eyes.
“YES! YES! Good job, moose! That’s why you’re
the smart one!” Dean furrowed at your thoughts.
bursted offended and you and Sam gave him a curios look. “Sorry, the spell is
playing with my brain… I thought I heard (Y/N) say I… I smell like… Never mind.”
“If only! You smell like whiskey and leather
and… Okay, calm down, breathe. Oh wow, well I was actually thinking that we
could search for a truth potion… Like the one in Harry Potter?” You explained.
“Liar. Oh yeah, sure… You look for that,
I’m off to bed.” Dean excused himself and left. His head ached so much he fell
asleep almost instantly, and didn’t wake up until two hours later when you
“Oh my God, he looks so cute when he sleeps.
Fuck, you woke him up! Shhh Dean, it’s me. Sorry I woke you, go back to
sleep.” Dean nodded and relaxed again, unconsciously pulling an arm around you.
“Yeah, I can definitely get used to this…
Hell, I would kill to have this daily! Good night, Dean.”
morning, Dean woke up first. He was glad to be able to breath without your
thoughts smashing inside his brain. He took a quick shower and, by the time he
came out, you and Sam were already awake.
“Hottie! Morning, Dean.” You said,
brushing your hair in front of a mirror close to the bathroom door.
sweetheart.” He replied, walking past you to leave a small kiss on your cheek.
“OMG Dead, I’m so dead… He can call me
sweetheart any time he wants… Although he already does that, but yeah.” You
smiled at him like that was the most normal thing to do in the world and kept
brushing your hair until it looked like you wanted.
“Great, they’re doing it again. You might as
well just have kissed her on the lips, jackass! Moring, Dean. Like, you’re so comfortable flirting with
girls, why don’t you ask her out already?” Sam said with his usual morning
bro.” Dean cheered.
“You big goofball, I can’t believe I took
advice from you! That’s why I never got a decent girlfriend. You suck at girls,
did you know that? You’re acting weird, are you okay? Or did you have a wet dream of (Y/N) again? It would be a lot better to
do it in real life you know?” Sam inquired, frowning at his brother’s strange
behaviour. Dean was smiling like an idiot.
Sam! Except…” Dean leaned closer to his brother, “I don’t like to be called a
big goofball, I think asshole describes me better.” Dean whispered, winking his
eye at his brother. Sam’s eyes opened widely.
“Oh, crap.” Dean chuckled.
exactly what I thought when the spell started working.” Sam started opening his
mouth to ask questions, except that Dean could read his mind and answered
before Sam could even finish formulating the question. “I got it yesterday…
Yes, I heard everything… No, I won’t tell you what I heard… I didn’t hear
anything while you two slept, why are you so worried about that? Oh, that’s
disgusting, bro.” Before Sam could ask more, you joined them.
Is everything okay? Sam looks weird, what’s
up with him… Maybe Dean, oh Dean, told him a dirty joke and… dirty…” Both
brothers looked at you. Dean had a dirty smirk on his lips while Sam was
looking as pale as a ghost.
worked.” Sam simply said and your mind stopped thinking. Your cheeks blushed
red for a split second and you had to shake your head in order to dissimulate.
“Really? Fuck!” You asked, trying to act as
normal as possible.
sweetheart.” Dean replied, dragging the last word seductively. This time, the
blush on your cheeks appeared redder, there was no way in hell you could cover
“Fuck, fuck, fuck… Since when?” You asked,
moving your head so that your hair fell and dissimulated your redness.
night.” Dean had a very cheeky smile on his face, which only made it a hundred
times worse because you knew very well what you had been thinking about.
“I’m screwed, like super screwed. Oh crap;
shut up, he can hear us… you… me… whatever, shut up. That’s great! We can
now interrogate the locals and finish this case.” Dean chuckled and licked his
“Oh for God’s sake, would you stop? It’s making
me uncomfortable. Dean just buckle up and tellher…”
Sam rolled his eyes and Dean snapped his head towards his brother.
Sam.” Dean said, “I’m going to get suited up and then we can go back to
interrogate.” Dean winked at you and walked over to his duffel bag, grabbing
his suit and locking himself in the bathroom. Your mind had been silent until
actual fuck, Sam?” You whispered and Sam shrunk his shoulders.
know… He won’t tell me what he heard and… I don’t know; just try not to think
much until the effect is over.” He advised and you gave him a death glare.
sure. I’ll just turn my mind off, no big deal!” You replied sarcastically.
to.” Sam insisted and you nodded. Dean came out of the bathroom, with his suit
on and his hair fixed in place.
“How ho… How excited I am for finishing this
case! Really, (Y/N)? Omg shut up!” You thought and Dean laughed, he
obviously heard you.
Sweetheart?” Dean asked, again dragging the word on purpose.
and you both said, stiffening and giving Dean a forced smile.
now on the car, listening to The Doors play swiftly on the radio.
“Don’t you love her ways? Tell me what you
say. Don’t you love her madly? Wanna be her daddy?” You sang in
your head, “Why doesn’t anyone love me
like that? Is it because I’m weird? Maybe that’s why I’m such a perverted… If I
had had a few more boyfriends in high school… Nah, Dean had a lot of hook ups
and girlfriends and he’s still a dirty bastard.”
that!” Dean spoke and you let your head fall on the edge of the window, hitting
chosen to read during the whole trip, that way his mind would be focused on
images, which Dean couldn’t see, instead of thinking.
“Yup, Sam is very smart… I wish I had brought
a book… Ugh, stop thinking!” You groaned. Dean laugh filled the car. “What are
you laughing at?” You asked Dean, leaning over to be closer to him.
nothing, just you trying to stop your loud mind to stop thinking.” Dean mocked.
funny!” You argued in a childish tone.
“Yes it is!
We can never get you to stop talking; I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to
shut up your own mind.” Dean laughed again.
“Do I speak a lot? Is that why nobody likes…
SHUT UP FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, (Y/N)” Dean laughed again. “Stop it, Dean!”
You pouted and Dean turned to look at you, his green eyes hypnotizing you for a
think so… Sweetheart.” You blushed heavily and pressed you back to the seat,
looking out to the window in order to let your blush fade. Dean chuckled and
focused back on the road.
interrogations were so easy for Dean, he ended up doing them alone. Sam and you
just stood behind him while he and the suspect sat at the metal table to talk.
“So, Mr. Collins,
where were you the night the murders took place?” Dean asked in his FBI agent
“I was at
home Queen’s crown pub, with Phyllis.”
The last suspect was a lot dumber than the first three Dean had interrogated
what did you order to drink.” Sam smirked, knowing his brother was about to
close the case.
“A pint of…
wait what? He discovered you, he know you
and Phyllis were lovers” Dean leaned back on his chair.
know you and the victim were lovers, also that you too were at the Queen’s
crown pub. What I don’t know is who killed Mr. Winston, any ideas?” Dean had
his eyebrow lifted, you swore the suspect was about to pee himself.
nothing! Phyllis did I swear! I’m
innocent because Phyllis killed his
husband! Please let me go!” Dean chuckled.
for your time, sir. You’re free to go.” Dean got up and guided the man out of
the room, closing the door quickly. “So, Collins and Phyllis are lovers,
Phyllis kills his husband and then the dead husband comes back and kills
Phyllis; afterwards, he goes to slaughter Jon, Phyllis best friend who also
happens to be the one who introduced Collins to Phyllis. Then the ghost attacks
Collins but he manages to escape… Now, I calculate we have like three hours
before it attacks again.” Dean sounded like the cops on TV, so smart and so
“Fuck me. Good, we already know where the
husband is, so let’s go. He is so hot
while he’s suited up and acting like a real life cop… SHUT THE FUCK UP” The
brothers nodded and the three of you walked towards the door, Sam walked out
first and Dean kept the door open for you to cross it.
“Before I forget:
thanks.” Dean winked and you furrowed your eyebrows. “I never liked being suit
up but I guess I do, in fact, look hot.” You blushed instantly and walked out
of the door, looking down to the floor not daring to meet those green eyes ever
easiest salt and burn on Earth, the Winchesters and you came back to the motel
to spend the night before driving to the bunker the next morning.
hungry, I’ll go get something to eat.” Sam said and both Dean and you nodded. “Make your move now or I swear I will tell
her when I come back.” Dean pulled his middle finger out for Sam before he
been quiet. Managed to control your mind, already?” Dean asked, walking over to
your shared bed, where you were laying playing on your phone.
guess I found a way of shutting me up.” You chuckled.
“That’s a shame;
I really liked hearing all those dirty thoughts about me.” Dean laughed and,
once again, your cheeks turned bright red. “You’re pretty when you blush, you
know that?” You grabbed a pillow and covered your face with it, your mind
started talking again.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck did he really just say
I really did.”
“Babe? Fuck! Shut up, okay shut up, you can
Dean whispered, pulling the pillow away from your red face. He moved your chin
forward as he scooted closer.
“He’s getting close; omg is he really going
said and captured your lips with his.
“Oh my…” Your mind stopped talking; every
thought was shaken and thrown again by Dean’s lips.
his shirt between your fists and pulled him even closer. He was literally above
you, kissing you like no one else had ever kissed you before. His tongue didn’t
let a single inch of your mouth unexplored, and his lips moved in perfect sync
with yours. You were in heaven. Suddenly, a terrible idea invaded your mind.
“Maybe he just wants a one night thing… Do
you really want that? You would never feel the same around him and maybe it’ll
screw up everything… Just…” Dean broke the kiss and stared into your just
think that, (Y/N). Don’t ever think that, ever again.” His voice sounded
You started but he interrupted.
feelings for you from the second I laid eyes on you. Sam has been ranting about
how much of an ass I am for not telling you and he even left us alone for me to
make a move. You’re not a one night thing, you’re not even a two month thing… I
want everything with you.” You shivered at his confession. His eyes were watery
and he looked so vulnerable.
whispered and pulled him closer to kiss him again. This time, the kiss was
sweeter, more romantic and it lasted hours. You would only break it to get air
and then immediately get back at it.
“I will definitely get my own room next time.
Although, I’m glad the old man finally got her.” Dean broke the kiss and
snapped his head to the door where Sam was standing awkwardly.
you calling old man, bitch?” Dean asked, acting like he was offended.
Sam chuckled and the three of you laughed.
you up from bed and led you to the table, where Sam had placed the food he had
bought in. You all sat down and had dinner before going to bed. It was the best
night ever; you could finally cuddle Dean without worrying if you were being
too obvious and the fact that you could now kiss him anytime just took a big
frustration of your shoulders.
morning, you were packing up our stuff. Dean and you sharing glances from
across the room; you were thinking loudly on purpose, trying to tease Dean.
“You know, when I pushed you to confess your
feelings to her, I was thinking this whole eye fucking thing would stop, but
now it’s worse.” Sam complained loudly.
Sam. I’m trying to listen to my girl.” Dean punched his brother’s shoulder and
looked back at you. A smile formed on your lips at the sound of him calling you
“You know, when we get to the bunker we
should do that thing where…” You started, but suddenly Dean stopped
listening. It took him five seconds to notice that the effect of the spell had
God, no!” He shouted and you immediately changed your flirty smirk to an embarrassed
one, thinking that the thing you suggested was way past Dean’s limits. “I can’t
hear you anymore!” Dean pouted and you relaxed. Sam laughed loudly and his
brother gave him a death glare.
thing.” You mocked, “You’ll have to guess what I’m thinking from now on.” You
winked and grabbed your bag, walking out of the room sassily.
with that, man.” Sam chuckled and he too left the room.
For u and your son some cuddle time I might do this on my laptop took a few minutes to do this I hate my colour so bad that’s why I decide not to colour it and instead do it on a laptop and I was bored anyways have a warm hug
Finishes the work impossibly quickly, even in biology, which is their least favourite field. Criticises the teacher's spelling.
Not listening because they're either playing a video game or already performing some kind of chemical reaction in the back of the room (that was not part of the class plan).
Already studying for the test at the end of the semester. Part of 'criticise teacher's spelling' brigade with INTJ.
Gets bored halfway through class and decides to dob on INTP. Contributes some interesting random facts (that are related to science, but not really the subject of the class).
Actually super good at science although you wouldn't know it. Still spends most of class looking out the window though.
Contemplating the reason for human existence. Roped into doing unplanned experiment with INTP.
"This goes against my morals" when dissecting anything or experimenting on any life form.
Can be heard saying "Oh my god the colours are so pretty!" but has no idea what is going on. Gets really excited when they know the answer to stuff. Accidentally knocks over a rack of test tubes.
Cringing at INTP and INFP, although mostly because they know that the reaction they're trying to perform won't work.
Always sitting in the middle row. Scared of breaking equipment but otherwise enjoying the subject. Silently agrees with ENFJ's statements and feels bad when the have to constantly ask the teacher to re-explain concepts.
Top of the class, although gets frustrated when the lesson doesn't follow plans (which is very often, considering all the XNXP's antics)
Complaining about ESTJ, although they secretly get frustrated by this too. Mostly talking during class though.
Finishes the work to a high standard pretty early, but never tells the teacher and just goes on with free time for the remaining 45 minutes of class.
Drawing pretty patterns in margains of workbook. Not really listening to the teacher though.
Sitting with ESFJ and making negative comments about the teacher and classmates. They don't actually mind science, but they'd still just rather be doing sport.
Volunteers to be part of a demonstration, but is left standing there alone after ENFP breaks the equipment.
If you have regular bad hair days or low self esteem I suggest you dye your hair an non human colour cos like
-People look at ur hair all the time cos its so beautiful
-Cant be bothered to straighten or curl it? Who the fuck cares its fucking green
-“Your hair is amazing oh my god!!”
-Fringe off point? ITS A PURPLE FRINGE FUCK YOU
-You feel punk rock af
-Gerard way is proud of you
All the info I’m talking about here is from the translation post I reblogged. Go read it!! Though there may be spoilers for those that have not played the game.
So I was semi right & wrong about Prompto and how much of a resemblance he would have to Verstael.
So Prompto’s genes have been modified so much that he wouldn’t look like Verstael (the balding part, but they mention that Prompto might not even make it to Verstael’s age… T^T) BUT I still like to think at least Prompto’s blondness (hair colour) was from Verstael.
Gladio’s eagle tattoo is an Amicitia family tradition for the males, signifying their status as King’s shield. Clarus has the same one on his back. That’s pretty cool, I wonder if Iris may have something also world of ruin era I mean.
Episode Ignis…….Tabby cried…….oh god that’s a good sign that it’s going to be good yet a bad sign that WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE FROM THE FEELS!!!!!!!!
this is my gift to you guys for being so supportive of switchblade and the scribbles on my blog! i love you all so here is some not-angst for your friday – bee <3
“Hey, Neil – Jesus!” Nicky said. “How the hell did you get that?”
Neil slunk a hand around and yanked his hem down, obscuring the lurid bruise at the base of his spine. He knew he should have put a belt on this morning. “I fell.”
“When? I don’t remember you going down that hard on Friday night. Not on your ass, anyway,” Nicky said, thumping his tray down and sitting next to Neil. Andrew, who was across from them, shot him an unconcerned glance and then resumed eating.
“Ah – you know, night practice with Kevin.” Neil hoped that he wasn’t turning red.