okay but how is he blowing his nose

anonymous asked:

Okay so what if the RFA members all were in high school/college together with the MC? How would they be around each other and would any of them have the same classes? :D

Author’s note: Okay so I turned this into a “RFA at school” headcanon, hope you don’t mind!!!


  • This poor child tries SO hard
  • He takes so many notes and tries to listen and do all of his homework bUT HE JUST CAN’T KEEP UP
  • Jaehee tutors him almost every day bless her
  • He’s the kid you see in the hallways playing Pokémon or YuGiOh with Seven ofc


  • He acts like every day is a fashion show
  • No SERIOUSLY, he always comes to class lookin’ fly af
  • He also gets up to blow his nose 10000000 times a class
  • His locker is always full of lover letters and chocolates


  • I’m not kidding they deserve to be put in a museum or something
  • Jaehee’s notes are color coded, super detailed, and very VERY neat
  • Jumin always copies them instead of writing his own
  • She always has coffee in her hand no matter what time of day


  • He ends up doing most of the work in group projects because he’s too nice to say no
  • Randomly gets sick and is gone for like a week at a time, but never seems stressed
  • Teacher’s favorite


  • Has the BEST lunches this is what happens when you can afford good food
  • All of his essays are about cats
  • Either pays someone to take notes or steals/copies Jaehee’s once again, bless her
  • Once he tried to bribe his teacher into giving him an A and it worked


  • ALWAYS has headphones on turn down THE VOLUME PUH-LEASE
  • Don’t talk to him before 9 or he will kill you
  • His notes are covered in doodles who am I kidding, his notes basically ARE doodles
  • He’s really quiet, but when he does actually talk in class he says something super deep he’s the savage quiet kid


  • He’s the type of kid that sleeps through every class but still makes straight A’s
  • When he actually IS awake, he always makes some sort of joke or pun insert groaning noises from classmates
  • Everyone HATES him especially Jaehee because he ALWAYS RUINS THE CURVE BUT HE DOESN’T EVEN TRY
Stand Down. Bucky Barnes.

Request: Female Reader has been going through a bad depression and tony still has her fight. However, she throws her life on the line when Bucky wakes up and he tries killing her, but part of him recognizes his old girlfriend >:D 

Triggers: Depression. Heavy Angst. Small amount of violence. Use of Google Translate to slip in some Russian.

Word Count: 639


Originally posted by wintersthighs

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"Just Lay with Me, Please."

Requested: “sick shawn imagine?”

A/N: This ones a little short sorry y'all

You liked to believe you were a good person with a kind heart. But sometimes playing nice all the time was tiring. Sometimes you just wanted to say things straight up how they were. Right now you were getting incredibly irritated and you couldn’t take it anymore, so you let loose.

“Shawn, look at yourself! I’m sorry but you look like a mess! In all honestly, it looks like you just woke up from a horrible hangover or something!” Your beloved boyfriend had been arguing with you all day, about how he was “fine” when in reality you knew very well he wasn’t. You were a little tired of shaking it off, and listening to him. Trust was important, and you believed everything Shawn said, but not today.

"Y/N, yeah, maybe I’m not feeling that great but that doesn’t mean I’m dying. I’m really okay.” He was driving the both of you back from a radio interview he did, and even the fans could tell he looked under the weather. Pictures of him during the interview were posted and his Twitter was blowing up as well as yours. His nose was blotchy and red from blowing it so often, and the dark circles under his eyes made him look as though he was punched in the face. The interviewer even mentioned it to him, but Shawn shook it off and changed the subject. He has always been a workaholic and you loved how passionate he was about his career, but you wished sometimes he would take a break.

“Pull over right now.” You said in a commanding tone hoping he would listen.

“What? Why? Are you okay?”

“Am I okay? I could ask you the same thing! You’re exhausted baby, just pull over and let me drive.”

“Seriously?” He reached his hand out to grab yours and the car slowed down a bit. You just nodded your head and he finally pulled over, switching seats with you. He fell asleep on the way home and you had to shake him awake to walk him back into the hotel room. You finally made it back though, and he crashed. You watched him literally drop himself on the bed, and just lay there not even bothering to change or brush his teeth. You sat down next to him with a glass of water and some Advil. He sat up to take it, but then instantly fell back down in your lap when he was finished.

“I love you.” He mumbled.

“I love you too. Do you want some more water? Or something to eat before you fall back asleep?” You said while playing with his hair.

“No, just lay with me, please.” Your heart melted at his words and so within a second you were laying next to him, rubbing his back and kissing his head.

Am I self perfecting myself into Lance? Yes. Yes I am. Anyways, here’s some langst.

He can hold himself together by the jokes he tells and tries to be he best for his team.
But if you took a closer look, you’d be able to see him falling apart. No one ever took the time to take a closer look.
After Shiro is missing, Lance ends up spending a lot more time by himself.
He spends his time in his room wide awake and sitting or laying in silence. Everything wrong with his personality, every bad thing he’s done, everything he hides and hides and hides from everyone and even himself start to creep up.
No one knew he bugged everyone so much because when he’s alone, his own mind worked against him so much. It was when everything, his insecurities and lack of self worth showed itself to him. And how he’d sit/lie there, believing everything it spoke to him.
How he’d try so hard not to cry and when he’d cry, “I’m pathetic. I should be better than this. I really am nothing.” Would play in his mind.
“They’d be better off without you. You should’ve been the one to disappear, at least they could replace you. Shiro meant so much to everyone, and you? Nothing. Even if they did miss you, it’d pass and they’d forget about you.”
“You’re not really close to anyone here. You’re just an extra, not really needed. Why can’t you be a better fighter?”
He lets the hot tears fall, staying as silent as he can as he takes in shaken breathes. The tears feel like they burn his face.
“Why are you still around?”
His breathing becomes more erratic, each breath a struggle. As the thoughts come in more harshly and more quicker and angrier with himself.
Lance curls up into a ball, hands over his ears because every noise is too much right now. The slight buzz of electricity running though this ship, the muffled sounds of noise. His breathing is too loud, his sniffling too harsh on his ears.
Soon all he can hear is the piercing sound of silence. His breathing getting more and more shallow.
“Calm down, calm down. You can’t be this pathetic, just calm down. You’ve beeb through worse, don’t fall apart so easily. It’s not like anyone would notice anyways.” He forces himself to even his breathing. The tears have stopped. His head hurts and he feels nothing.
Nothing feels real to him. He gets up, walks over to the bathroom connected to his room and avoids looking in the mirror.
Blows his nose, washes his face, goes through the motions.
He goes back to his bed, laying down and falls asleep.
The next day, he acts like himself and no one noticed his puffy eyes.
He’s used to this. It’s just, sometimes he wishes someone would at least ask him if he’s okay.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened and it won’t be the last, he knows that. He just hopes he can hold himself together a bit longer.

Snezcanon: Voltron Edition

My take on something I know has already been done, sorry not sorry (?) <.< But In My Humble Opinion here’s the mains—

Allura: She’s got the dainty sneezes. The ones with the distinctly girly-sounding endings, like “hehttChiew!” However, for all her daintiness, she sneezes in threes, and on the third, her magic has a tendency to go haywire. This makes for some interesting times aboard the castle, and she’s never allowed to pilot when ill.

Coran: His sneezes are obnoxiously vocal, and usually contain a handful of gratuitous syllables (I think you can guess what I mean without me spelling it). He uses handkerchiefs religiously. Because every sneeze is a dramatic production, he gets exhausted really really quickly when he’s sick or allergic or what have you. Usually the Paladins and Allura have to force him to go to bed.

Shiro: Shiro’s sneezes blindside him almost without fail. This is a source of embarrassment for him because, regrettably, his sneezes are not discreet. He wishes he could make them more so, but he almost never realizes he has to sneeze until he has to sneeze. So he’ll be sitting quietly, minding his own business, when suddenly his lungs seize up and – “hahDJYSSCHhhuh!” (Pidge has been known to fall out of her chair) He’s usually good for one, unless he’s sick, in which case he sneezes intermittently and gets wicked headaches and sinus pain due to his scar….

Pidge/Katie: She’s got the kitten sneezes. Quiet but forceful, and many at once. She haaaates this because once she starts she knows there’ll be a good dozen before she’s finished, and it’s annoying as hell. Sometimes it’ll happen while she’s in the middle of working or worse, an explanation, and she tries (and fails) to continue typing or speaking every time.

Lance: Lance’s sneezes are ticklish AF. He’ll build up for a good several ticks before finally dissolving into mini-fits of 2-5 that take a lot out of him. His sneezes distract him horribly while they’re forming, which is bad news for everyone else usually (”Lance, watch where you’re aiming those ice blast - oh shit he’s gonna sneeze take cover”) and his eyes water like mad, especially with allergies. He’s also bad at remembering to cover, which gets him yelled at. A lot.

Keith: Keith is The Stifler of the bunch. He hates drawing attention to himself, so when he sneezes he can almost always do it near-silently, though if he’s sick it gets a lot harder and he has to physically pinch his nose and such. When he does let himself sneeze (i.e. when no one is around and/or he’s too tired to stifle) his sneezes are harsh and tear his throat. He sneezes twice without fail, occasionally in small fits of these pairs, but Lance has his sneezing patterns figured out and is inordinately amused (”hehGgKXt!” “hahaha okay waaait for it~~” “sh-shut uhh- hheGKkTSh-t!-dh - up!!”

Hunk: Hunk, amazingly, has the squeakiest sneeze of them all. He’s not quiet, per se, but his voice cracks and pitches higher when he sneezes. (first time it happened, everyone lost their shit. he was Not Amused) Like Shiro, he’s usually good for one, but he’ll be sniffly for a long time after, and sneeze again if he doesn’t blow his nose. 

Marichat May Day 2

Prompt Calendar hosted by yours truly and @marinette-sky

Day 1: Milk

Day 2: Purring

Marinette was tired, heading home from a long day of school, when she heard someone sobbing their heart out.

Immediately, she felt protective. Who was crying so badly, in her patch, in her neighbourhood? Sensing an impending akuma attack, Marinette rushed down the alleyway, only to stop short at the familiar figure crouched near some trashcans.

“Chat Noir?” Marinette asked gently, inching forward and kneeling down beside him. His face was buried against his knees, and his arms were wrapped around them, shaking with his sobs.

“Hey,” she was really getting worried now as he continued to ignore her. “Are you hurt? Do you need help?”

Still Chat continued to cry, though he managed to shake his head. Marinette released a sigh, and patted his knee.

“Come on now, it can’t be that bad! Why don’t you tell me? I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better…”

The black cat was so hysterical that even when he tried to speak, his words became tangled with his cries and gasps for breath. Marinette swallowed and rubbed his arm reassuringly, but Chat shook his head again and burst into fresh sobs.

“You don’t have to talk,” she said. “Let’s just get you inside, okay? I don’t want any nosy photographers seeing you like this…”

She managed to help the black cat to his feet, and took him around to the back door of the bakery.

“Luckily, my parents just left for the theatre, so we have a few hours,” Marinette said brightly, trying to not show how concerned she was for her partner. She guided him up to her bedroom and he followed listlessly, sitting on the chaise-lounge and sniffling.

“Here, some tissues,” Marinette passed him a box, and he nodded, blowing his nose.

“Can I get you a drink? Something to eat? There’s fresh macarons, your favourite?”

She tried to tempt him, but Chat Noir shook his head. He had quietened, but now silent tears trickled down his mask and cheeks.

“Oh, chaton!” Marinette pulled him into a hug. “It’ll be okay, I promise! There’s nothing so bad that we can’t fix it…”

“We can’t,” Chat said hoarsely. “Not this time. Oh, Mari…he’s…he’s…”

The black cat choked and burst into a fresh fit, his chest heaving.

Marinette could feel herself panicking. Her friend was hurting, and she had absolutely no way of helping him.

She wracked her brains, rubbing his back as she tried to remember what had calmed her before, when she had felt like this. Hot water bottle and chocolate? He was crying too hard to eat. Marinette thought harder, her brain burning. There had been that one time, after a particularly bad day with Chloe, when she had decided to chuck designing for good, and Chat had comforted her…

Marinette smiled and eased herself onto the floor, lying on her back. Chat blinked at her, confused, and she opened her arms.

“Here, kitty,” she cooed, and he hiccuped, before kneeling down and carefully cuddling up against her. Marinette tucked his head under her chin, and started to purr.

Chat immediately stiffened in her arms and she tried harder to imitate the rumble that had soothed her before. Marinette stroked his messy locks, and she felt him relax against her.

It was hard going, especially with Chat’s weight on her, but she could sense his sobs becoming lighter, less fraught. He nuzzled against her neck, and she kissed the top of his head.

“You’re safe here, chaton,” she told him. “Now, rest.”

He nodded, and eventually started his own rumbling, before falling asleep.

RFA: Don’t Cry


- He gets really flustered when you tear up

- But he does genuinely try to cheer you up

- Pretty much trips over his own feet to grab you tissues and some water

- Willing to bring you sweets and buy you stuffed animals to cheer you up

- “W-What will make you feel better?” 


- Cuddles you and lets you cry into his shoulder

- Compliments you and kisses your tears away

- He will definitely show more affection than normal, trying to console you 

- “Come on babe, smile for me” 


- She would quietly sit there, listening to your troubles

- Gives you a nice cup of tea and some tissues, helping you calm down

- Great at giving you advice, almost always has a solution for your problems

- “Deep breaths, MC. what happened?” 


- He’s not the best with emotions, so he gets slightly flustered when you cry

- Definitely a great listener though

- Sometimes a bit too logical while trying to understanding, but he tries his best

- If somebody was the reason behind your tears, Jumin would definitely “take care” of them

- “I’ll take of it, stop crying, please”


- He drapes his hoodie over your shoulders, and lets you just cry for a bit

- Jokes around to try and cheer you up

- But he does try to help you with your problems too 

- Actually surprisingly good at helping you find solutions though they’re sometimes not the best solutions

- “I like it most when you smile”

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fck-tamlin  asked:

ELUCIEN "when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more"

Elain timidly knocked on Lucien’s door. She wasn’t completely sure what she was going to say to him after everything that had happened. There was so much to talk about and to tell the truth, Elain was having a hard time ignoring the mating pull any longer. Plus, though he hadn’t tried anything yet, Elain knew that Lucien really wanted to talk to her too. 

The door opened slightly, Lucien’s russet eye appearing in the crack. As soon as he saw Elain standing there, the door practically swung off it’s hinges by the force of which he opened it. “Elain.” He greeted awkwardly. It was new territory for both of them. Elain had never visited him like this before. “Blossom, what can I do for you?” 

She couldn’t help but blush at the nickname, glancing down to her feet anxiously. “I, um, I wanted to say thank you for going off and finding my father and Vassa. I really appreciated what you did for us.” She murmured. Lucien gestured for her to come inside. As she did, Elain noticed how welcoming his room was to her. It felt warm and cozy, and there was a vase of flowers on the nightstand. It felt like home.

“You don’t need to thank me, Elain, it was my pleasure,” Lucien responded, still tiptoeing around her, like everyone else. Always so careful. 

Elain’s hand brushed along the fabric of the bedspread, idly admiring the finely woven design. Her gaze drifted to the vase. Poppies. Her favorite. Elain made up her mind. 

“Lucien, before you left, there was something I had meant to tell you,” She began, looking towards her mate who stood nervously a few feet away. Elain took a step toward him. “But I was too scared to say it.” 

She walked until she stood in front of him. Her hand came up to rest on the lapel of his jacket, fingering the fine embroidery and urging herself to keep talking. Lucien placed his own hand on her arm. “It’s okay, Elain, I understand that you need space and time -”

“No, Lucien,” Elain interrupted. “That’s not -” She truly wasn’t sure how to say it. “I want to try this.” She suddenly blurted. 

Lucien’s eyes searched her own, thousands of thoughts running across his expression. “Try… what?” He wondered skeptically, though new hope had bloomed on his features. 

Elain dropped her hand from his chest, blowing out breath from her nose. “I want… to try to be your mate.” Yeah, Lucien had officially stopped breathing. “I don’t know how it will go and I’m asking you to be patient with me but, I’m willing to try and fall in love with you.” 

Lucien’s responding grin sent Elain giggling. He looked so happy. Elain couldn’t help herself. She stood up on her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. Lucien’s arm automatically twined around her waist, pulling her towards him and his hand went to cup her cheek. 

It was a sweet kiss and broken off too quickly. Lucien separated them for a second, breathing heavily, his lips still so close to her own as he whispered, “I’m sorry, are you sure - “ 

Elain had had enough of careful. Lucien was going to open up to her and stop treating her like a child. To prove her point, she silenced his worry by starting the kiss again. This time, Lucien wasn’t the one to break away first. 

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Corner Shop Part 11 (Much Worse)

Summary: Peter Parker visited the popular corner shop in Queens everday. Little did he know the owner had a cute daughter.

Word Count: 2203

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warnings: none

A/N: Second to last part…. thank you so much for sticking with this series!

First Part ~ Previous Part ~ Next Part

Originally posted by thomashollanddaily

Just as things were starting to get better, your family had a crisis.

Your dad was closing his store by himself one night. He sent everyone home, including you, just to get some quick last-minute things to do off his agenda for the night. There had been a lot of crime in the city lately so he was in the process of double checking that everything was secure and locked. The family cat, Summer, was sitting on top of the counter, licking her paw. As your father was about to leave for the evening, he noticed a commotion at the bank across the street.

He caught what he believed to be Spider-Man and the Avengers fighting each other at the bank with money flying around. Assuming an unusual robbery or quarrel was happening, he ducked down and called the police, letting them know what was going on. Your father wanted to leave but he didn’t feel safe walking out, so he watched them from a distance and waited for the police to come. He recorded the situation on his phone for evidence and in case there were any further questions the police or detectives would have based on the situation.

Before the police arrived, your father heard a blast and saw a bright light immerse from the tumult. It occurred to him that some sort of dangerous laser hit the store, causing instant damage. The walls of his store started to fall and parts of the store caught on fire. He yelled and held his head for protection.

“Mr. y/l/n!” Spider-Man yelled, leaving the robbers behind to escape. Spider-Man helped your father out of the store and picked up Summer. None of them were injured but your father’s store was gone. The police and ambulance finally arrived and came to your father’s aid, checking his health and asking questions about the scene.

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anonymous asked:

Hey!! I really love your clingy sick Sasuke stories 💗 I was hoping maybe since you hinted if Sakura got sick will Sasuke take care of her in your recent story posted, if you can write Sakura getting sick and Sasuke taking care of her 😊💗

sakura gets sick as soon as sasuke gets better. he decides he should dote on her and take care of his ailing wife, partly because he loves her, but mostly to point out how much she neglected him in his time of need by demonstrating how well he can tend to her. but sakura is an awful patient in general and she’s no different with him.

he offers to take her temperature to check if she has a fever, but sakura snaps that she obviously has one and that she’s fine.

“clearly you’re not fine.”

sakura blows her nose and throws the soiled tissue at him. “thanks, it’s like i couldn’t tell.”

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Everyone gotta try to trend #JINGraduationDay. If we could do it for other members, we could do it for him. As a university student myself, I know how tedious it can be. And all you who are too will know. THIS GUY GRADUATED TRYING TO BALANCE TIME AS A STUDENT AND IDOL!!!!!! THAT’S AMAZING!!!! Can you imagine the stress he had to endure??? PLEASE CONGRATULATE HIM THROUGH TWITTER!!!!! HE WORKED HIS BUTT OFF FOR THIS DAY AND COULDN’T EVEN ATTEND THE CEREMONY LIKE HE WANTED TO. 

All of You - Poe Dameron

Anonymous said:

Could you pretty pretty please write something with either Poe or Finn where the reader is insecure about their weight? I love all your writing, thanks!

I wrote this one with Poe because I feel I have more practice writing with him. (Sorry it’s short!)

Warnings : bad self-image regarding weight and size. (you’re all beauts!)

Originally posted by morefabthanfab

Times like these were the darkest. Lonely nights on the Resistance base, standing in front of the mirror in your sleeping quarters. You could judge your body in the reflection without fear of your boyfriend barging in. Poe had been sent out scouting and wouldn’t be back until tomorrow morning. So, you criticized every curve, dip, and roll you had. You pinched at parts that had layers of fat, watching in disgust as you became horribly aware of how big you were. Every inch added up to a wretched number that had worked it’s way into your thoughts. The small scale in your bathroom had introduced you to your new number, your weight. Now you couldn’t think of anything else.

There was a sudden knocking at your door, making you grab the nearest clothing and you threw it over yourself. It was one of Poe’s plain shirts, but it still smelled like him, matched with a pair of old shorts you had found in one of your drawers.

“Hold on,” you yelled as you quickly got dressed. You reached your hands up to your face and wiped. Your fingertips collected the tears that had fallen and you headed to the door. You pressed the panel and open the metal door. When it opened you let out a gasp.

“Hey there,” Poe said flirtatiously. “miss me?” You grabbed his arm, pulling him inside and held him against you. He let out a chuckle as he returned your embrace and he rested his face against the top of your head. “I missed you too,” he murmured, “so much I came back early.”

You pulled away from his chest, leaning up to capture his lips in yours. Your hand slid up to cup his jaw as Poe’s hands went to your waist. You were nearly chest to chest with him as your lips moved together; as if they had never been apart. Poe gently started to move you, so your back pressed up against the wall. His hands tapped your thighs, signaling that he wanted you to lift them. The normal gesture went ignored, as you pretended not to feel it. You couldn’t bare the thought of Poe not being able to lift you. Since he had been gone you had gained and you wanted to forget about it, at least just one night.

“Y/N,” he mumbled against your lips, but it wasn’t as a moan. He pulled away from you, his brown eyes peering at you face. “Are you okay, with this or?” His hand went to your face cupping it with a tenderness you had missed on his weeks away. You turned your head into his touch, your nose brushed against the pads of his fingers. He noticed your quick changed of behavior; going from passion to subdued in the matter of seconds.

“Talk to me, Y/N/N.” His pleas went unanswered for a little while, but his hand remained on your cheek. It stayed there until he felt tears streaming against your skin. Then he took you hand and sat you down on the edge of your bed. He got on his knees before you, looking up at you with those chocolate eyes that made you melt.

“What happened?” He asked, taking your hand in his. “Was it something I did? Did something happened while I was gone? Please just tell me babe.” You stared down at your joined hands, marveling at the feeling of his skin against yours. If you were honest with yourself, you were buying time and thinking of a lie to tell him. But his free hand went under your chin and gently lifted your face so you’d meet his eyes. What was left of your resolve broke in that instant.

“I just, I’m too big.” You murmured, feeling more tears escape your eyes. “There’s just too much me, too much fat and I can’t…my weight…” You trailed off, sniffling to hide your pain. You brought a hand up to your face to hide it, hoping beyond hope Poe wouldn’t move it. “I’m sorry, this isn’t what you probably wanted to come home to. Big sad me, crying to you while you’re probably exhausted.I’d understand if you want to leave now, or forever.” You sniffled some more, trying desperately to hide as much of yourself as you could.

But Poe wouldn’t let you. As you feared, he softly pulled your hand away from your face. You rested your hands in your lap as Poe rested his on your knees. He looked you in the eyes, hoping he was conveying a warm seriousness as he did.

“There can never, I mean never, be too much of you. It only gives me more to love and kiss, so how can that be bad?” He gave you a positive smile, which brightened your thoughts a little. “Nothing could ever break us apart,” he added, “insecurities like this is normal, and I will love you through them. Okay?” He looked up at you for confirmation.

“Okay,” you whispered. He smiled at you softly, leaning up on his knees to kiss your forehead. He reached over and grabbed a tissue for you, letting you wipe your eyes and blow your nose. After you cleaned yourself up, you felt his loving hands holding yours once more.

“I have loved you for so long Y/N, so some number on a scale can’t even match the heft of my love for you.” You smile at him softly, murmuring a quiet ‘thank you’. “Don’t thank me,” he responded, “it’s an honor to be with you, to be loved by you.” You blushed and moved over on the bed, making room for Poe to lay down. When he was settled you snuggled up to his side, his arm went under your head as a warm pillow.

“I love you Poe,” you whispered, drifting off to sleep. Poe smiled softly at your face, wishing that you would have a peaceful sleep.

“I love you, Y/N,” he replied. A smile bloomed on your lips before you fell completely under the hazy spell. Poe watched as your breathing evened out before speaking again, softer than before. “I love all of you.”

June 9: Put Your Arms Around Me And I’m Home

Title: Put your arms around me and I’m home
Tags: fluff, cuddling, Dan not asking for what he wants, introspection, a bit
Words: 1880
Sometimes Dan wants to be the little spoon again, he just needs to learn how to ask for it.

Prompt: Anon said: can you write about since dan became taller than phil he became the big spoon but he misses being the small spoon but he doesnt know how to ask for it.

So that’s what I did.

Just FYI I moved house today and I have no internet until 17th. I will try so so hard to keep updating daily but I can’t promise!!

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I’m Fine

Request - Can you do a fic where y/n feels really sick and Phil has to bring her to hospital and it’s really cute and fluffy thanks <3 

A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the really long hiatus. School got stressful and I got less and less motivated to do things. Although school is starting again, I will attempt to write something, let’s say at least every other Saturday (but like late at night). Anyway this is a really old request that I thought I’d do. It’s simple, so it should help me ease back into writing because I haven’t done it in a while. Sorry the ending isn’t the best, I didn’t know how to close it. On another, happier note I go obsessed with Hamilton and I need to be stopped.

FYI - I based this being sick thing off of how sick I was a while ago. I didn’t go to the hospital for it but I was sick for a while (like 2 weeks lmao) BUT DON’T WORRY I’M OKAY NOW. 

Word Count: 1, 191

Your POV 

“I’m home!” I heard Phil’s voice echo through the flat, and a door close shut.  

“Shit…” I muttered, blowing my nose, and quickly throwing out the pile of tissues before Phil could get upstairs. I tried to take a deep breath to calm myself down but, I felt something heavy on my chest, and all that came out was a wheeze and a phlegmy cough. I sat up straight on the couch, threw the blanket I had around my shoulders off beside me, and acted like I was just watching anime. 

Phil entered the lounge, his face lit up as per usual. He took a seat right next to me, and threw his arms around my waist giving me a tight hug.

“How was your day?” He asked, pecking my cheek before he leaned back and looked into my eyes. 

“Oh it was-” My voice came out raspy, and tired so I attempted to clear my throat. “It was-” my voice was still raspy. I cleared it a bit louder the next time but Phil gave me a worried look.

 "Are you-“ 

"MY DAY WAS FINE.” I said in a louder voice so I could try to conceal the fact that I was sick. Phil was always such a sweetheart when I was sick, but he got overly worried about if I was actually going to get better or not. And this time around I got really sick. I could barely breath, I felt like there was something heavy pressing down on my chest and my nose was stuffed all day. I didn’t want him to worry about me so I decided lying was the best route to go. 

“Are you sick, Y/N?” He let go of my waist and moved back a bit on the sofa. He rested his elbows on his knees and lent forward scanning my eyes to see if I was telling the truth or not. 

“Um, no.” I averted my eyes from his gaze and looked towards the ground.  


“Okay, I am. But don’t worry it’s not bad.” I gesticulated to show how sure I was, even though I knew it was actually pretty bad.

“If you say so. I’m going to go make some dinner, okay?” Phil get up from the couch giving me a concerned look. I nodded my head, and pulled the blanket around my shoulders again. When he exited the room I tried to take another deep breath, but like earlier I ended up coughing, a lot. I heard footsteps coming towards the lounge again and Phil poked his head in. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? That sounded like a pretty serious cough.”  

“Phil, honey, I promise I will be okay.” I tilted my head and giggled at how nervous he was for me. He smiled at me and left the room again. I grabbed a tissue and tried to blow my nose to try to clear it out, but like before, it didn’t work. I attempted breathing through my mouth, but once I felt pain in my chest again I stopped and muttered, “Ow.”

“OKAY WE’RE GOING TO THE HOSPITAL.” Phil stormed into the room, grabbed my hand and dragged me to out front door. 

“Phil, I’m okay.” I laughed. I pulled my hand away from his gently and he stared at me with his eyes, practically begging me to go. I stood there hesitantly for a minute, then gave in because I couldn’t say no to him.

 "Thank you.“ He went in for a kiss on my lips but realized I was sick, and moved up to kiss my forehead. I rolled my eyes at him, then he took me my hand and we went out the door. 

Phil hauled a taxi, and we got in. He pulled me close to him when we sat down, and nuzzled his face into my neck.  

"Phil, I’m sick not dying.” I laughed, wrapping my arms around him. 

“I know; I just want you to get better.” He kissed my neck, then placed his head back down onto my shoulder. 

“Phil, it’s just a little sickness, and I’m going to get better.” After I finished that sentence I had another cough attack, and Phil moved his head away from me.

“You’re disgusting.” Phil chuckled. 

“One minute you’re so worried then you insult me. I will never understand you, Lester.” I laughed at him.  

“I just realized I probably got all your sick germs all over me while I was hugging you. AH” Phil panicked, and started dusting off his clothes like it will do something.

 "Babe you know that won’t-“ Before I could finish the sentence Phil shot me a dirty look. 

"Don’t say a thing." 

"I meant it will definitely help!” I said sarcastically. He stuck his tongue out at me, and we sat in silence for the rest of the ride to the hospital.  

When we arrived we walked into the waiting room and checked in, and sat down to wait. 

“I love you, Y/N.” Phil said to me, and I stared at him, then laughed. “What?" 

"Phil, I’m not dying. I told you this before.” I giggled more, and he shook his head. 

“I know, but you put up with me being too worried about you. I’m surprised you haven’t snapped at me yet to be honest.” He shrugged his shoulders and the corners of his mouth turned up when he turned to me. 

“I love you too, Phil. I’m surprised I haven’t snapped either.” I laughed, then he slapped my shoulder playfully. “I’m kidding. I put up with it because I love you. Remember that.” I leaned in to kiss his cheek but he moved away so I couldn’t. 

“Okay, I love you but not enough to let you kiss me while you’re sick. I’m sorry.” He chuckled.

“Rude.” I giggled. 

“Y/N?” One of the doctor’s called, I got up and Phil followed behind me. I turned around and smiled at him. 

“Hey Phil?" 

"Yeah love?”

“Can you hold this?" 

"Sure what is-” I gave him my hand and he laughed with his tongue sticking out. “I hate you.”

 "I love you too.“  

We finally made it to one of the rooms and the doctor asked me how I was feeling. I explained my symptoms then she did a few checkups on me. In the end, she gave me some antibiotics and told me how I can get better as soon as possible. I thanked her and we walked out of the hospital.

 "I told you it was bad.” Phil said.

 "It wasn’t bad; you’re just trying to prove that you’re right.“

 "Because I am.”

 "She questioned why we went to the hospital instead of a normal walk-in clinic, shook her head and did the check up on me quickly because she wanted us out of there.“ 

"So pretty bad sickness you got there.” Phil chuckled. I shook my head at him as we entered a taxi and started driving home.

 "I hate you.“ I laughed, grabbing his hand again.

 "I love you too.” Phil lifted his hand up to his mouth, and kissed it gently.

Private Lessons (3/10)

Dad!Chris Evans/first person OFC (Elaina)

A/N: So I know it’s after midnight so it’s technically Sunday, but I haven’t slept yet so I’m counting this as a win for getting it out on Saturday. Anyways, yay for more fluff! it’s v small amount of fluff, but the next chapter is going to be like max levels. It’ll be a fun time. I don’t think there’s any warnings.. maybe there’s a warning but I don’t want to give away the ending of this chapter :( it’s nothing like extreme, but I’m very sorry if it’s a trigger for anyone. 

Synopsis: Elaina is teaching swimming lessons to a little boy named Lukas when she discovers that he is the son of Chris Evans. When Chris approaches Elaina to do private lessons with Lukas at the Evans’ home will things heat up? Will Elaina turn into a home wrecker that she never wanted to be?

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(about the gif, imagine this shirt, but wet 😉)

Monday finally rolled around after a long weekend of overthinking. Again. It wasn’t hard for me to make a lesson plan for Lukas, we had to get him confident with his floats and going underwater first and foremost, but it was also a lot of little games to make sure he associates the water with fun. What was hard, was mentally preparing to see Chris again. I wasn’t nervous, per se, it was mostly just excitement. Working all day was a welcome distraction, I had to work at the pool from 9-3 before heading over to Chris’ house. My GPS told me it would only take around 40 minutes to get there, but that didn’t take into account after school traffic. I finally pulled up to his front gate with only 3 minutes to spare. I parked on the street and made my way over the his gate, looking for the intercom when I heard a buzzing and the gate slide open. Obviously he was expecting me, but I was a little self conscious knowing he was looking for me through the camera..wherever that was. As I was making my way to the door it opened and a dog bolted out, with Chris following quickly behind.

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kemnow asked: The assassins and their SO having a fight and the SO hits them but it is cute because they are this small pudgy thing who bakes and gardens and is all rainbows and smiles that bakes and cooks and is a bit of a clueless ditsy person and when she hits him he doesn’t even really feel it because she isn’t that strong and she stomps her foot and pouts and poofs out her cheeks. Can you do that? Pretty please with strawberries on top. And can it be a story. I love your blog. So cute. Love you lots.

A/N: Sorry these were on the shorter side, your request kind of outlined everything already. And I love you too!

Altaïr raised a questioning brow as he glanced down at you as your small fists pounded on his chest and let out a quiet chuckle as he watched you attempt to hit him with an amused expression.

When you realized that you weren’t going to be able to hurt your lover or even annoy him you pouted, puffing out your cheeks and glaring your lover down, but he seemed unfazed by that as well.

“Okay, I’m going to go take a nap.” Altaïr hummed before walking out of the room, leaving you to pout.


Ezio chuckled down at you while you wailed your fists on his shoulders before turning and catching both your fists in his hands.

“Amore mio, stop this.” He laughed as he pressed kisses to your knuckles, causing a blush to creep up your face. “I’m sorry.”

You glanced off to the side, “As, as long as you’re sorry.” You mumbled quietly, causing Ezio to smile and lean down to press a kiss to your lips.


Connor felt his face flush bright red when he saw you, the epitome of sweetness currently pounding your fists on his chest. He placed his hands on your shoulders and pulled you into a hug.

“I’m sorry for arguing.” Connor spoke softly as he waited for you to calm down. When he pulled away he saw that you were pouting, your lip jutting out in an absolutely adorable manner and he had to resist the urge to swoop down and kiss you right then and there.


“Lass please!” Edward laughed heartily as he felt you slapping at his shoulders. He looked down to find you pouting and stomping your foot slightly at not being able to actually land a proper hit on your lover, which only caused Edward to laugh even louder.

Disheartened you stopped hitting him and crossed your arms over your chest and sighed.

“Hey now,” Edward started as he leaned down and nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “I’m sorry okay?”


Arno couldn’t fight off the amused smile that appeared on his face at the sight of you trying to hit him, but they only felt like glancing blows to the master assassin.

God, how could someone look cute even while they’re hitting you?

He quickly leaned down and captured your lips in a gentle kiss, causing you to stop hitting Arno and he smiled against your lips.

Once you two pulled away you pouted at Arno and sighed, annoyed that you couldn’t even faze him.


Jacob smirked down at you and chuckled as he watched you try to hit him. You were all smiles and sunshine, and definitely much too cute to be doing something like this.

“Okay Y/N.” Jacob chuckled again as he grabbed your wrists and pulled your hands back from his chest before enveloping you in a tight hug, crushing you to his chest.

“Jacob! I can’t breathe!” You gasped out. He loosened his grip, though just slightly and littered your face with kisses.

“You’re just so cute I couldn’t help myself!”


“Y/N.” Evie spoke as she felt your fists hit her shoulder.


“Y/N!” Evie spoke sharply as she turned and grabbed your hands in her before they landed anymore hits on her. You looked up at her with a pout and a huff. She felt herself melt internally at how cute you looked in that moment. “I’m sorry for arguing with you.”

You didn’t seem convinced.

She sighed and leaned forward to press kisses to both of your cheeks. Once you had received a sufficient amount of kisses you beamed at Evie and went back to whatever you were doing before.

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He was hurt.

He knew checking the several different social media accounts was a bad idea.

But he did it anyways.

On every single one was pictures of her and some guy sharing a drink. His DMs were flooded with ‘are u ok’s and words of encouragement to move on. But it wasn’t that easy. He’d gotten attached to this girl, and she ended things so abruptly. They’d only been together about 3 months, but he’d gotten so smitten so quickly. They seemed to be inseparable, but that was only through the pap cameras. When they got home, she’d always pick a fight about the same thing: privacy. He knew his fans were kind of persistent when he or anyone else from 1D got a girlfriend. Her Instagram and twitter were flooded with questions, insults, and provocative statements. She put her social media on private, but that didn’t stop the tweets. She was fed up one night and walked out, never to be seen from or heard from again. Her last words to Harry that night were ‘I love you, but I can’t do this anymore’. That sentence had been running through Harrys mind for the last week.

It was a good thing he’d stocked his house with alcohol, because he sure as shit didn’t want his fans seeing him depressed and drunk every night out at bars or clubs. He knew they worried about him sometimes.

Harry wasn’t one to leave drunk voicemails, but tonight was different. He’d seen that picture of her and that guy not 12 hours earlier, and was completely shitfaced now, laying on his couch staring at the picture.

He didn’t remember much of last night, but he did know he drank enough to give him a massive hangover this morning. Not even ibuprofen and coffee could cure it this time. When he checked his phone, he saw the last app open was the phone app. Oh jeez. He’d called her 12 times. God only knows what he said to her in his voicemails that he inevitably left her. He remembered in one he left saying something about “What does that guy have to offer you that I don’t? Does he treat you half as good as I did?” He didn’t want to know the answers, nor did he want to remember anything else he’d said in those voicemails.

He didn’t talk to anyone that day. He was too embarrassed about the voicemails that he just stayed cooped up in his house all day. Drinking and stalking her Instagram. She’d really had him whipped. He finally decided to try and get his mind off it with TV, but it didn’t do much. Every little scene reminded him of her somehow. He was plastered, again, and leaving voicemails, again. This time, the voicemails were more poetic, but also had a mix of jealousy and depression about the breakup 8 days prior. “How could you move on so quickly, hm? I’m sitting here in this fucking house, by myself. Laying on YOUR side of the bed. You’re probably out with HIM living it up, not even giving a damn.” Once he hung up the phone, he threw it at the wall just under the framed picture he had taken of her on the beach. He saw the picture and just sobbed. He must’ve been sitting there for 2 hours just crying about that magical 3 months with her. He remembered the day she walked out, he’d never cried like that before.

When he finally managed to calm himself down, he sent one final voicemail. “I don’t want your body, that’s not what I miss. I hate to think about you with somebody else.” Short and sweet. With puffy eyes and tears all over his sweater, he went to bed.

The next morning, his eyes looked bloodshot. He could remember the night before a little better than that other night, so knew that he’d cried for a while. He went to the bathroom but didn’t check his phone this time. In a petty attempt to spare himself the shit he’d find on her twitter and Instagram. When he finally did pick up his phone, he had a few texts. Some from his mom and his sister asking if he was okay, and 2 from her.

Harry, you’ve got to stop calling me. We didn’t even date for very long.

Please. I’m trying to move on. You should to.

He didn’t respond to her, but he knew she’d notice he read them. He had his read receipts on, because when they dated, she turned them on, he just didn’t have the heart to turn them off again.

He was hungover, again. He drew a hot bath to try and help ease his tension in his muscles. He knew breakups made him tense and stressed. But this time it was like it was amplified. He’d been in previous relationships, but those breakups were nothing compared to this. He just wished it would all go away. He liked to see the positive things in life and not focus on the negative. But something about losing her brought out this sad, depressed side of him. He’d been wearing the same sweater since she left. It was covered in tears and small splashes of alcohol.

When he got out of the bath, he was a little less tense, but still had a headache like nothing else. He never liked to get shitfaced like that, but it was different when you were grieving. He didn’t give a fuck, frankly. And drinking seemed to distract his sober self from the pain. He looked at her texts again after putting on a clean t shirt. There was no time for buttons when you were this sad and, apparently, clumsy with your alcohol. He soon remembered that she had given him this shirt, which led to his first drink of the day.

All the sudden, he got a call. He would’ve rejected the call and sat around to mope, but it was Niall. A few days ago, he would’ve ignored the call or picked up to give some excuse as to why he couldn’t come over. But for some reason he picked up.


“Hey, Harry, how’s it been going?”

“Fine, I guess” he knew it was a lie, but was curious to see if Niall would see through it.

“I’m coming over, that didn’t sound fine. I know you’ve been depressed about her, I want to get you out of this slump, lad.” Before Harry could say no, Niall had hung up. He and Niall had stayed pretty close since the hiatus, so it was normal for every couple of days they would get together and hang out. Harry just hoped he’d be able to keep himself together for Niall’s sake. He didn’t want to unload his shit all over Niall. But when Niall finally arrived, Harry opened the door and burst into tears.

With no words, Niall came in, and gave him a big hug. He closed the door behind him with his foot so he could comfort Harry.

“I know you miss her, lad.” Harry didn’t say anything for a while, just cried.

When he finally stopped, he apologized, “I’m sorry, Niall, I didn’t mean to unload all over you, I just couldn’t hold it back” Harry sniffled, grabbing tissues from the table by the door and blowing his nose.

“That’s okay, you’ve got to let it out” They walked over to sit on the couch. Niall noticed Harry’s home was a mess. There were empty bottles scattered across the living room and clutter all over the coffee table and bookshelf.

“Harry how long did it take you to drink all this?”

“Dunno, those are from the last couple days, I just couldn’t be bothered to clean them up.” Niall sighed and started tidying up. He’d never seen Harry in such a broken state.

Once the mess of bottles and miscellaneous clutter had been picked up, Niall had an idea. “I think we should clean up anything she left behind, to help you get over this. Just seeing her stuff all the time can’t be good for your mental health, lad.” Harry just sat on the couch staring at his hands.

“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Harry sighed, staring at the room for a minute before getting up. While he was doing that, Niall had grabbed a box to put it all in. Harry started going around looking for things that were hers or gifts from her. There were mostly pictures of her that he’d taken. Small piles of polaroids all over the bookshelf. He grabbed them and looked through them. Almost immediately regretting it because after the first couple he felt the urge to cry again. They were pictures he’d taken of her on the beach. He wiped away the couple of rogue tears and put the pictures in the box. Niall didn’t say anything because he didn’t know what to say.

“It occurs to me that she gave me this shirt.” Harry took off the shirt and put it in the box. He walked into the bathroom to check for anything of hers. She’d left a toothbrush and a small lotion sitting on the sink that he hadn’t noticed before. He picked up the toothbrush and threw it in the garbage. He didn’t think shed want it back. He put the lotion in the box out on the coffee table and migrated to his bedroom. Most of her stuff was still here, since it had only been about 9 days since she left.

He decided to start with the closet. He opened it and saw the few shirts shed put in there for when she was over. Harry pulled them out of the closet and carefully folded them, putting them in the box. Next was the scarf hanging from the headboard. He picked it up and put it right next to the shirts. Last but not least, that picture. He thought it was the most beautiful picture he’d ever taken. He almost didn’t want to get rid of it. But he knew he had to for his mental health. He pulled it off the wall and set it on the bed. When he finally saw the empty space it left on the wall, he started crying again. He couldn’t help but feel sad seeing the last and final piece of her memory had been removed. All that was left was the hole that the nail left behind.

Niall heard Harry crying from the living room and rushed in to comfort him. When he sat down on the bed, he was careful not to sit on the picture. He didn’t say anything, just hugged Harry to his shoulder and let him cry.

“Let it out, buddy” Niall rubbed Harrys back while he cried. He’d never seen Harry this broken before, but he could see just how in love he was with this girl before they split. He was like a lovesick puppy. He would never shut up about how great she was and how lucky he was to have her in his life. It broke Niall’s heart to see his friend in such bad shape.

They must have sat like that for half an hour when Harry finally calmed down. Niall didn’t care in the slightest that literally all of Harry’s tears were on his shirt. “How about I stay for a couple days and help you through this, yeah?”

“Oh, Niall, I don’t want to burden you-,” Harry was cut off.

“It’s not even an issue, I just gotta run home and grab some stuff. I’ll take this box to her for you so you don’t have to.”

“Are you sure, Niall?”

“Yes. I don’t mind.” Niall grabbed the box of her stuff and headed down to his car.

Harry watched him walk to his car to make sure he got there okay. Niall was one to trip over his feet when he couldn’t see them directly.

Once Niall had gotten to his car safely, Harry grabbed his phone and a bottle and laid on the couch. He decided, against his better judgement, to check her Instagram one last time. Her most recent picture was one of her and that guy kissing on the same beach from the photo hung in the bedroom. Harry sighed and opened the bottle, not taking his eyes off the picture.

He didn’t know how long he’d been staring at the photo drinking, nor did he know how long Niall had been gone for. But Harry jumped when his door opened and Niall walked in with a small backpack. Harry saw it was Niall and looked back at his phone, taking another drink of the, now, half empty bottle. Niall peaked over Harry’s shoulder to see what he was doing. Niall saw the username and snatched the phone out of Harry’s hand.

“Hey! What do you think you’re fuckin doing, mate?” Harry was more startled than angry.

“You can’t keep staring at her photos. It’s not healthy.” Niall said, going to her profile and unfollowing her. He would’ve blocked her, but that wouldn’t stop him from looking, and at least unfollowing her made it harder for him to just get to her profile.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right” Harry said, looking down at the bottle in his hands.

Niall walked past Harry to sit on the couch. “I’ll take that,” Niall said, snatching the bottle out of his hands and putting it on the opposite side of the couch where Harry couldn’t get it. Harry didn’t even flinch. In fact, he barely seemed to give a damn. Niall couldn’t help but notice how detached Harry was.

“I think we should go out tonight. Not drinking, you’ve done plenty of that. But we should go bowling or to a movie or something.” Harry didn’t seem opposed to the idea.

“I think we should go bowling, anything to get my mind off this. I think I’m actually fresh out of tears.” Harry laughed, but it wasn’t super genuine.


It had been about a month since Niall stayed at Harry’s to cheer him up. Harry was certainly doing much better these days. He had even gone out in public and looked exceptionally happy over the last two weeks. He still felt a little sad he’d lost her, but he couldn’t help but think it was for the best. Tonight, he decided to go celebrate with his band. He didn’t know what they were celebrating, but Harry liked being with his band mates.

He’d been talking guitar stuff with Mitch when out of the corner of his eye he saw her. He hadn’t seen her in a month! He almost wanted to go up to her and say something, but even liquid courage couldn’t help him. He just sat and watched her from across the room.

He saw her looking through her phone absent mindedly. But Harry had noticed that same guy from the pictures a month ago walking over to her with two shots. He couldn’t help but feel jealous, but happy. Happy that she’d found a guy who would make her happy, but jealous it wasn’t him. He watched as they took the shots and gathered their things. He watched them leave and felt the urge to go after her. But he didn’t, he decided to let her go finally. It was like the universe was giving him the closure he needed to live his life again.

He sent her one final text. He made it poetic because that’s just who he was. That was evident by his tweets.

Our love has gone cold. I’m happy you’re intertwining your soul with somebody else. All the love. H xx