okay i hated the last one i did whatever here's this i'm going to bed

Meanwhile, a recap on Jon and Sansa's 'unadulterated platonic relationship'
  • S05E07
  • Sansa, after being raped and abused: ...but you are a bastard
  • Ramsay: (this girl never learn does she?) well you know who else is a bastard? Jon Snow
  • Sansa: Jon Snow who?
  • Ramsay: this dumb bitch... Your half-brother!! Remember? He's Lord Commander now. Another bastard rising. Bastards for the win!
  • --
  • S06E04
  • After 84 years... (The first Stark reunion, i sure TF am crying)
  • Jonsa: (intently stares at each other for 30 seconds and the hug™)
  • -
  • Sansa: *reminisce childhood memories*
  • Sansa: im sorry im an ass to you and havent really treated you as my brother until now
  • Jon: nah. It's not your fault
  • Sansa: i was awful, just admit it
  • Jon: (snorts) well what you gonna do. I was always been a brooder
  • Sansa: can you forgive me?
  • Jon: theres nothing to forgive
  • Sansa; forgive meee : (
  • Jon: okay. :)
  • Sansa: :)
  • Sansa: *tries to be cool by drinking ale, but fails miserably)
  • Jon: (oh shes so cute, my cute little sister)
  • Sansa: okay but real talk where will you go?
  • Jon: me? There's no more 'me'. There's only you and I.
  • Sansa: fine. Where will WE go?
  • Jon: we can't stay here
  • Sansa: Home™. We have to go home.
  • Jon: you crazy?? Boltons are there and i'm tired of fighting.
  • Sansa: that is the wrong attitude, Jon!! We are going home and winning Winterfell, even if it's the last thing I do!!
  • -
  • Jon: *reads 'you traitor bastard', 'rickon is here', 'sansa is my wife'* okay im done
  • Sansa: no go on. *reads basically ramsay being the psychopath that he is* you see my point now?
  • Jon: we have no army to fight
  • Sansa: *the hand hold™* you are father's son. We need to take back what is ours.
  • Jon: okay
  • -
  • S06E05
  • Sansa: the North remembers and they remember the Starks
  • Ser Davos: ok. But Jon is not a Stark.
  • Sansa: but I am. And idc, he IS my father's son.
  • -
  • Brienne: im your sworn shield. Im not gonna leave you here alone w these untrustworthy dudes
  • Sansa: im here w Jon
  • Brienne: jon is ok. He's too dark, but okay. Others, not too much. Esp the bearded-guy. He's so obsessed w me.
  • Sansa: (snorts) but Jon is not others. Jon is my bro. 'Jon is Jon'™. He'll keep me safe. I trust him
  • Brienne: then why the fuck you lyin' to him?
  • -
  • Jon: new dress?
  • Sansa: i made it myself. Did you like it?
  • Jon: i LOVE it!! I mean, the wolf?? The details are so intricate. Such a talented hand!
  • Sansa: awww. Well, good cause i made one for you too. *hands the cloak™* since you're gonna be Ned 2.0, you should dress the part.
  • Jon: thank you, Sansa.
  • Sansa: You're welcome :)
  • Jon: *grins like an idiot* (wtf just happened)
  • -
  • S06E07
  • Lyanna: Bear islands knows no King but the king in the North whose name is Stark. I see no Stark. You're a Snow. And your sister is a Bolton, or a Lannister. Who knows anymore
  • Sansa: hun, the fact that I'm here in one piece and still sane after the idiot mad king Joffrey, and the psychopath sicko Ramsey should speak for myself.
  • Ser Davos: *gives motivational speech*
  • Lyanna: ok. I'll give you 62 o our men
  • Later, Sansa: did we just stand there and get dragged for 62 men?
  • -
  • S06E09
  • Jon: you dont have to be here
  • Sansa: yes, i do.
  • Ramsay: aww. My beloved wife. Ive missed you terribly. Thank you for returning Lady Bolton safely. Now bend the knee.
  • Jon: i think TF not. One on one, you and me.
  • Ramsay: you kidding me? You're the best swordsman in the North, no one is dumb enough to fight you one on one. Whats the point of having an army, if you wont use it?
  • Jon: will your army fight for you if you wont fight for them?
  • Ramsay: oh wow Sansa. You got yourself a fine young man right here. Jon snow, your pride will be the death of your little bro
  • Sansa: how do we know you have him?
  • Ramsay: *throws Shaggydog head*
  • Sansa: oh now you've crossed the line, consider yourself dead tom. *dramatic exit*
  • Ramsay: she's a fine woman, your sister. I look forward to having her back in my bed. ofc you guys are fine too. My dogs are starving for you.
  • -
  • Men talks military strategies.
  • Jon: i want him angry. I want him making a mistake.
  • Sansa: youve met him for 6 seconds and you think you know him. Ive lived w him. I know him. Did it ever occur to you to ask my opinion?!
  • Jon: okay. You're right.
  • Sansa: *rants about Ramsay being manipulative* he's been doing it all his life
  • Jon: hun, i've defended the Wall from Giants and barbaric cannibals with what? 100 people? I think i can handle Ramsay Bolton just fine
  • Sansa: you dont know him
  • Jon: okay. Then tell me. Whats YOUR plan?
  • Sansa: idk!! Dont ask me!! Just dont be stupid
  • Jon: ????
  • Sansa: *continues to tell jon they need more men BUT not telling him they can have the knights of the Vale*
  • Sansa: if Ramsay wins, im not going back there alive
  • Jon: i wont ever let him touch you again. I'll protect you, i promise.
  • Sansa: i'd like to see you try.
  • -
  • Jon: if i die, dont bring me back
  • Red woman: im not your servant
  • Jon: you're in my camp. Im your Commander
  • -
  • Jon: *probably forgets his plan and that he's the Commander, so he stupidly marches front and center to the Boltons*
  • Ser Davos: *waited until Jon Snow is halfway through the battlefield* Go! go!! Follow your stupid commander!!
  • -
  • Ramsay: oh well, since my army is gone. How about i take you up w your offer? One on one?
  • Jon: bitch... *finally beats the crap out of Ramsay but stops when he sees Sansa*
  • -
  • Sansa: Jon. Where is he?
  • --
  • S06E10
  • Jon: im having the Lord's chamber prepared for you.
  • Sansa: you should take it.
  • Jon: no you take it.
  • Sansa: no you!!
  • Jon: 'I'm not a Stark'™
  • Sansa: You are to me.
  • Jon: You're the Lady of Winterfell. You're the reason why we're standing here. You. The knights of the Vale rode for you. Speaking of, you wanna tell me why you never mentioned you have a battalion in your pocket?
  • Sansa: oops. Sorry?
  • Jon: (comes closer) we need to trust each other. *forehead kiss™ that lasted a little longer*
  • -
  • *Sansa sits at the left side of Jon, looking proud as the North names him King in the North*
  • --
  • S07E01
  • Jon: you are my sis but i'm king now. You cant undermine me.
  • Sansa: i cant tell you when youre being an idiot? Bec joffrey--
  • Jon: *shookt* you think i'm like joffrey??
  • Sansa: (softens) no
  • Jon: thank you
  • Sansa: you're good at this
  • Jon: psh. No.
  • Sansa: you areee. They respect you but--
  • Jon: (laughs) everything before the word 'but' is horse shit.
  • Sansa: ok. Whatever. Stop babying me
  • Jon: i'll stop if you stop undermining me.
  • Sansa: i would never!! *grabs hand*
  • Jon: (this girl cant keep her hand to herself)
  • Sansa: i love dad and Robb but they are idiots. And you know what happens to idiots? They die. So dont be an idiot
  • Jon: And how should i be smarter? By listening to you?
  • Sansa: that would definitely be a first.
  • *insert ned/cat parallel here*
  • -
  • Sansa: youre so obsessed w the Night king, you forgot about the Incest queen in the South.
  • Jon: im obsessed w him bec i saw the fantasy shit he has beyond the wall
  • Sansa: hun, the South has their own fuckery. Father underestimated Cersei, that obvs didnt turn out so well
  • Jon: ok but--
  • Sansa: Jon, you've read the Art of War by Ned Stark. I've read the one by Cersei.
  • Jon: Did she sign your copy?
  • Sansa: Yes. I'm her number one stan.
  • -
  • S07E02
  • Jon: *after Sam tells him there is dragonglass in dragonstone which lol Ser Davos DID NOT even mention) i should go to dragonstone.
  • Sansa: Jon 'reckless, stubborn, you know nothing' Snow! What did we talk about being an idiot? Have you forgotten why father fought the mad king in the first place? That girl is dangerous!!
  • Everyone: we need the King in the North in the North!!
  • Jon: North is my home. And i will never stop fighting for it. But we need allies
  • Sansa: you're abandoning me!! You're abandoning our home!! (Stay)
  • Jon: You'll be safe here. I'll leave Ghost to you. And you'll keep everyone safe. Until I return, the North is yours. (This is me trusting you)
  • Sansa: okay.
  • -
  • LF: *blah blah blah*
  • Jon: (oh god. When will he ever stop talking? Is it too much to ask for a moment of silence around here? I just wanna be emo w my homies)
  • Littlefinger: i love Sansa--
  • Jon: (snaps and chokes LF) istg you touch her and i'll kill you myself
  • -
  • LF: so that was a little intense. Oh Cat 2.0!! There you are!! Hellooo!!
  • Jon: *looks back and waves at Sansa before leaving - ala Brienne & Jaime style*
  • LF: damn. At Ned 2.0? Story of my life, huh?
  • --
  • S07E03
  • Tyrion: And Sansa. Does she miss me terribly?
  • Jon: (i'd be careful of what you say next)
  • Tyrion: well i've never touched her and i was really nice to her
  • Jon: oh good. I mean idc. But that's really great. I'd hate to almost kill you myself. Not that i care.
  • -
  • Jon: *looks like fine snack at the mountain top* i miss home.
  • Tyrion: *subtly ships Jonaerys*
  • Jon: (rolls eyes) you know what's real? The White Walkers.
  • -
  • Bran: *comes back to WF but is cryptic AF*
  • Sansa: i wish Jon were here
  • Bran: and you were so beautiful, in your white wedding dress--
  • Sansa: (kim kardashian voice) if you know how i feel why would u say that like you put me in such an uncomfortable situation like u know im not happy i know im trying to see if it will work out here and i know that its not--
  • --
  • S07E04
  • Arya: jon left you in charge?
  • Sansa: he did. I hope he comes back soon. I remember how stoked he was to see me. We're buddy-buddies now. His heart will probs stop if sees you.
  • -
  • Ser Davos: so you and the Pretty dragon lady.*nudge, nudge* jonaerys is real. I ship it. Bec i saw you look at her direction for .1 second and i know foh shure you are secretly in love w her. I have the receipts.
  • Jon: you're delusional™
  • Theon: Sansa--
  • Jon: (loses his shit) you think i'll be tired of going all batshit crazy over someone mentioning her name?? Your traitorous coward useless ass can choke
  • Ser Davos: (this damn bastard cant keep it together ffs)
  • -
  • S07E05
  • Northerns lords: *kiss ass to Sansa*
  • Sansa: ok thats nice but Jon is our king. Im a loyal ho, you fake ass lords cant relate.
  • -
  • Sansa, probably: Jon I wish you can come back v soon. I miss you. Obviously Ghost does too, remember him? The Northern lords Are bipolar fuckers who are as loyal as fake fans are. Arya and Bran are back but they've gone cray cray. PS. Bran says the undeadz are heading towards the Eastwatch. He has visions now.
  • --
  • S07E06
  • Arya: *hypocritical speech about something that happened 6 seasons ago*
  • Sansa: sis i love u but stfu. Even tho Jon is an idiot, he gives me credit that i deserve. We won Winterfell back because of ME--
  • Arya: 'Sis', idk about you and Jon and but 'I' single-handedly avenged the Red Wedding by wiping the Freys out. But go awf i guess.
  • -
  • Sansa: their loyalty is to Jon. Which is debatable btw. Jon had left me on seenzone for weeks.
  • LF: doesnt matter. He left you in charge. The North likes you
  • Sansa: those lords probably doesnt even know what 'loyalty' is. If they found out about the letter I wrote 6 seasons ago when my character hasnt developed yet, by the time Jon comes back, he'll have no army left
  • LF: ok but Arya is your sister. She wouldn betray you
  • Sansa: she would if she thinks i'm going to betray Jon. Which is never gonna happen.
  • --
  • Meanwhile,
  • Jon: i serve the North
  • Also, Jon: i'd bend the knee but...
Episode 1: The King’s Weakness

“Is that blood?”


“That’s not a question you are supposed to answer with another question.”

“Then, what do you expect me to say? That there’s a red liquid coming out of your bloody head?” You replied sarcastically. 

But little did you know, Pan was genuinely asking.

Fear that what you said was true, he placed his hand on his head. As he pulled it back to the front of his face, his eyes widened at the sight of red goo that now covered his palm. 

Not long after, you saw Pan’s face turned white-wash and his lips turning blue. A sense of worry started to kick in. “Pan, are you alright?”

No reply.

Instinctively, you walked over to his side and tapped on his shoulder. “Pan, can you hear me? Are you alright?”

Pan started to sway for a moment. Knowing well what would happen next, you swiftly stood behind him and caught him just in time before his body could slam the ground. Unable to hold his weight, you slowly sat down and placed his head on your lap. You shook his body, trying to pull him out of his fainting spell.

“Pan! Pan! Wake up!” You heaved a sigh of relief as Pan gradually opened his eyes.

“Why the bloody hell did you push me out of the way?” From your tone of voice, Pan could not determine whether you were scolding him or just merely your way of showing concern.

“Seriously?” Pan spoke faintly. “You are… blaming me… after… I saved you…?”

Watching Pan in terrible pain, a sense of guilt seeped in your heart. If it were not for his actions, you would be the one lying on the ground with an arrow in your heart, literally. Who fire that arrow anyway? You pushed away that thought for a moment as you turned your attention back to the major problem in your hand, literally.

“Can you use your magic to heal yourself?” You suggested after recalling seeing him treating the boys’ injuries time and time again.

Pan tried to reach out for his head, trying to heal himself with his magic as you suggested. However, the pain was draining his energy away. Feeling obligated to help the guy who had saved you from a terrible fate, you quickly came up with an alternative plan to heal Pan.

You reached out for your walkie-talkie that was strapped to your belt and pressed a small button. After allowing the static sound to clear, you spoke into the black rectangular box which has an antenna protruding out of it. “Felix. Felix. Do you copy?”

Moments later, which felt like centuries in emergency like this, a roughed voice was heard from the other end. “Yes, y/n. What’s wrong?”

“There’s been an emergency. Pan is…” Before you could continue, Pan shook his head and looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Understood his facial expression, you nodded.

“Y/n. Y/n. What happened to Pan?”

“Err… Pan and I are backing out from the game.”

“Why? What’s wrong? Where’s Pan? Should I call the boys in?”

“No!” You blurted out. “Don’t. Just continue with the game and act as per normal.”

You looked into Pan’s eyes, telepathically asking him if Felix should be told. Despite no words being exchanged, it was as if you knew what you were going to say to one another. Knowing that Pan has given his consent, you continued. “Once you are done, come to Pan’s treehouse. I’ll tell you more then. Just don’t say anything to boys, aites?”

Felix took a moment to think. “Alright, I trust you. If you need me, please call me out immediately and I’ll come right over. Got it?”

“Yes, Felix.”

With that, you switched off the device and turned your attention back to Pan who was starting to drift away. “Pan.” You gently shook his body. “I need you to stay with me, alright? I’ll fly us back to your treehouse. I think I know how fix that head of yours.” Pan slowly nodded, agreeing with your plan.

“Great. Now, I need you to stand up. Can you do that?”

He nodded again. You placed your hand behind his neck and the other in his hand.

“Good. On the count of three. 1… 2… 3.” On three, you pulled him up, helping him back on his feet.

Pan leaned on you for support, placing almost all his weight on you. You struggled to get a stable position to hold up his weight. In these moments, you could only be grateful for the creation of pixie dust. If there is no way for you to fly, it would be almost impossible for you to bring Pan back to camp alone.

You grabbed a handful of green, sparkling dust from the bottom pocket of your shirt. I believe, you closed your eyes as you affirmed that believe in your heart. With that, you threw the dust over yourself and Pan. The next moment, you found yourself flying towards Pan’s treehouse.

Throughout the journey, there were not much exchange of words between yourself and Pan; just once in a while to make sure that he stays awake; perhaps mostly because of the anxiety that was consuming you by the minute. What’s worse, you were not certain whether your plan is going to succeed. All these while, it was Pan who healed the injured using his magic. Now, it was him who were badly wounded and none of us have the powers to heal him. You could only pray hard that you will succeed.

Halfway through the fly, a sudden realization hits you. 

No… It can’t be… 

But how’s that possible…?

Urgh! Why so many questions today? Oh… I’m so going to kill the person who fired that arrow?

With Pan’s treehouse coming to view, you ignored your worry for a moment and checked on Pan once again who seemed to be awake, but only just. You landed in his balcony and walked Pan over to his bed. Carefully, you laid him down on his bed. You hurriedly walked over to a shelf that stood by the wall across his bed.

“Now… where did you put it?” You rummaged through his stuffs in the shelf, looking for a small glass bottle. You could have sworn you saw it somewhere on the shelf the last time you were there.

“What are you looking for, honey?” He spoke with his little energy left.

“The water from Neverland’s spring. Where did you put it?”

“Wait… How did you kn-?”

“Never mind that. I’ll explain it to you once you are well. Quick. Tell me.”

“It’s in the white box, top row.” He said as he pointed at the top shelf.

Instantaneously, you reached out for a white box with a red cross on it right at the place where Pan mentioned. “Why would you even keep it in a first-aid box? Ah nevermind that.”

You opened the lid and found the glass bottle that you were looking for. Yes! The waters from Neverland’s spring! This should help him. With no time to lose, you placed the box back on the shelf and ran back to Pan.

You lifted Pan’s head anxiously and placed it over your lap, raising his head a tad higher. “Drink up.” You whispered while unscrewing the lid with one hand. You poured the glistening clear liquid into Pan’s mouth. Drinking it all in one gulp, you placed his head back down on the fluffy pillow.

Soon after, you could see Pan’s lips lifted upwards and his dimples faintly showing through his cheek, telling you that the waters did its magic. For the first time in years, never had you felt contented to see the sweet, charming smile on his face. Without realising it, he infected you with his smile as you grinned.

“I never knew you cared so much about me.”

“Huh?” You stared down at Pan, who was looking at you with a gaze you could not quite comprehend. But yet, this look invited a warm fuzzy feeling in your stomach.

“I thought you hate me.” Pan repeated.

“Who said I hate you?”

“Well, let’s see. First, you don’t like to follow whatever I’ve instructed you to do. Always love to do the opposite of everything that I said. Second, you could tell all the grandmother stories to the boys that they had to stop you from talking more. But when it comes to me, you only gave me a one-word answer. Also, you were so kind to the boys. But when I asked for your help, you treated me like I’m a tosser.”

“You are actually.”

Pan stared at you with widened eyes, surprised by your bluntness. Throughout the hundreds of years that he became the king of Neverland, never had any of his lost boys talked back at him. But instead of anger, he was intrigued to know you even better.

“Alright, fine. I’m a tosser.”

“You are! Only a tosser like you save others instead of himself.” You paused. “Why did you even push me out of the way? If I was the one injured, you could have healed me with your magic. Instead, you got hurt and no one here have even the slightest power to heal you. Imagine if I hadn’t spot your stash of Neverland’s spring. How am I going to save you then?”

“Sorry, honey.” Yes, you felt outraged at him for caring about you more than himself. But his guilty eyes charmed you, making it hard for you to stay mad.

“It’s alright.” You responded while brushing through his hair, looking for any open wound. You let out a short breath, glad there wasn’t any. “Try and get some rest. We’ll talk more once you are well.”

“Can I put you and Felix in charge of the boys for now?”

“Don’t worry about them. They’ll be in good hands.” Assured by your words, he closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep slumber.

Watching Pan recovering fast, you heaved a sigh of relief, glad that the worst was over. Quietly, you walked away from Pan and head for the door, trying your best to avoid even the slightest creak of the wooden floor that you were standing on.

As you stepped outside, you could see Felix running towards you.

“What… was… the… emergency…? Are… you… guys… okay?” Felix queried, breathing heavily in between his words.

“Yeah. We’re both fine.” You replied briefly, still in deep thoughts. Despite the worst being over, there’s another worry that you can’t seem to stop thinking about. 

After mustering up enough courage, you finally spoke to Felix with regards to your concern. “Felix. I need to talk to you. It’s about Pan.”

After inhaling a final deep breath, his breathing finally stabilized. “Yeah? What about him?”

“Pan almost died today.”

come home // nurseydex

a/n: thank u to everyone who reblogged/commented/responded to in any way my last fic!! it was so nice to read and i’m gonna try to publish scraps of stuff more often. anyways - 4.7k about nursey getting mugged and boys being domestic. 


Dex gets the call in the middle of a nap and despite seeing the ridiculous shirtless selfie  of Nursey in Ransom’s white Snapback flash across his screen, he answers the call, mumbling a bleary and vaguely frustrated “hello?” into the mouthpiece. If this is another rant about Jeff Bezos, he swears to fucking god–

“Uh… hey, Will.”


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Welcome Home (Part 1) (40s!Captain America x Reader)

Prompt: “Can you do Imagine 3? I’m so excited!” ~ Requested by @littlenerdgirl16

3. Imagine Captain America coming home from a mission to find you and your newborn. 

A/N: This imagine was inspired by a picture that I found on Pinterest, Hope you like! :)

8 months ago

You were laying down in bed, staring at the ceiling of your small home. Because of the war and how tough times were, you and your husband could only afford a small house. Your husband lay peacefully asleep on the side of you, with his arm wrapped around your waist. You shifted and rolled over on your side. 

He stirred awake and propped his head up on his hand. “Hon, you okay?” He shook your shoulder gently. You turned back to him and cupped his face. “I’m just so worried, Steve. I hate you going off. I don’t feel safe when you go.” You sighed and rolled on your back. 

Steve sat up in bed and motioned you to him. “Come here, Darling.” You nodded sadly and rested your body in his lap. “I know you hate it when I leave, but I have to do this, doll. Now that I’m Captain America, the world needs me. I can’t let Red Skull get away.” He gracefully tucked a piece of lose hair behind your ear. “Plus, I am a super soldier now. Nothing is gonna hurt me, y/n.” He flexed his muscles, earning a giggle from you. 

You lifted your face to look at him. “Steve, I’m serious. Please be careful out there. There are crazy people that do crazy things.” He pressed a kiss on your forehead and hummed. “I know, darling, I know.” Silence fell between the both of you as you were enjoying one another’s presence. Steve finally broke the silence. “Hey, I forgot to tell you. There is a going away party tomorrow that Peggy and the rest of SHIELD is putting on for the soldiers. You wanna go dancing?” You lifted your head and smiled at him. “Would I ever miss a dance with my favorite soldier?” He chuckled and pressed his lips against yours. 

Steve’s kiss wasn’t passionate or lustful, it was rather soft and tender which always made you feel safe and secure. “I love you, doll.” You nuzzled back into his chest. “I love you too, Stevie.” 


The next evening, you and Steve were hand in hand dancing away to the jazz band that Peggy had hired. You were wearing a dress that matched Steve’s uniform. (This one) You both were tired and decided to sit down at a table for a drink. You and Steve were chatting, doing anything really to take your mind away from the sadness, when Steve was tapped on the shoulder. “Steve, my favorite man.” It was Bucky.

Steve got up from his chair and gave Bucky a big hug. “Hey punk, how are you?” Bucky shrugged and sat down across from you. “Oh, same old. Tired as hell though.” He chuckled and turned to you. “Oh my, who is this gorgeous dame?” He picked up your hand and kissed it. “Oh Bucky, always a charmer.” He chuckled and patted Steve on the shoulder. “You did good, jerk.” Steve chuckled at the silly nickname. He turned to you and smiled softly. “I know, Buck. I did.” You blushed and turned your head away to hide it. 

The jazz band started to play “Dream A Little Dream Of Me” and Steve got up from his chair and held his hand out to you. “May I have this dance, Mrs. Rogers?” You smirked and grabbed his hand. “I’d be delighted, Mr. Rogers.” He led you to the middle of the dancefloor and placed his hands on your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck and gazed at his amazing blue eyes.

Stars shining bright above you
Night breezes seem to whisper “I love you”
Birds singing in the sycamore trees
Dream a little dream of me

As the music played, you rested your forehead against his, thinking how this might be the last time you’ll ever see him. Your body swayed with his, creating so much passion between the two of you.

Things were rough over in Europe, between Hitler and Red Skull. Red Skull was Steve’s enemy, and you knew he was doing this to protect you and the rest of America. You were just having a hard time letting go.

“Doll.” He pulled you away from your thoughts and you looked at him, reading his facial features. It was filled with concern. “I have asked someone to stay behind to look after you while I’m gone.” You cocked your head. “Who?” Steve smiled and gestured over to the table where you were sitting. “Bucky.” You looked over to Bucky, who was sitting alone at the table and raised his drink to you. You looked back to Steve. “Steve, I thought he was suppose to be with you. He is your best friend and wingman.”

Steve shushed you softly and grabbed your hand, spinning you around. “Yes, but you are my wife, my one and only. I asked him to protect you, and he was all for it.” You spun around and grabbed his shoulders. “Are you sure it’s alright?” He chuckled quietly and cupped your cheek. “Yes, darling. I love you.” He kissed you softly. “I love you too.”

You and Steve resumed dancing in each other’s arms, as the song ended.           

But in your dreams whatever they be                                                                     You gotta make me a promise, promise to me                                                    You’ll dream, dream a little of me

As the song ended, you and Steve walked back to the table, hand in hand. “You ready to go home?” You nodded to him and waved goodbye to Bucky. “See you tomorrow morning, y/n.” You smiled. “Bye James.”

That night you clutched Steve tighter than normal, knowing in the morning he would be gone.


You stood on the platform in your winter coat, with Bucky standing beside you. Steve was waving out of the train window, leaving his crying wife behind. The train began to pull away and you sobbed into Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s okay, doll. He’ll be back.”

You pulled away as you and Bucky headed back to his car. “That’s not the point Bucky.” He opened the door for you as you sat down into the passenger seat. Climbing into the driver’s seat he asked, “Then what is it?” 

You looked at him with bloodshot eyes. “I’m pregnant.”


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Waking In Empty Spaces

In a brief moment of quiet in between scientists with a hundred questions each, he pinched the bridge of his nose in attempt to stem the snaps of pain firing in his head.  It had been a long day, quite possibly the longest he’d experienced since accepting the position as head of Hawkins Lab.  First the failed experiment, then the threat of the soaked and thrashing child, and finally the hailstorm of questions and the unyielding eyes of the disaster he was in charge of.  It was nighttime now and Dr. Brenner was aching from exhaustion and the urge to toss off the panic of the day and drive straight home through the darkness, but at a time like this he supposed that closing time didn’t mean much of anything.

Eventually his coworkers would calm down and assume that the girl had simply imagined it, although Brenner would never tell them that he was certain that wasn’t the case.  He knew 011, or at least knew all the details of her day-to-day life, and he couldn’t see how a mind so tightly contained could envision something not only unheard of within the lab but also nonexistent in the world surrounding it.  He had questioned 011 thoroughly and the process had been harrowing- she was inconsolable when she rose out of the water and after the tears stopped she locked up and hours of prodding and persuading and threatening reaped weak results.  From her broken sentences Brenner’s colleagues constructed their own ideas as to what 011 had seen.  All the ideas boiled into one solid consensus: whatever 011 had come across was nothing like any of them had ever seen before.

They were calling it a monster.  When the first of the scientists used the term in front of Brenner, he just blinked at him.  He didn’t want to rush to label the unknown creature as something it wasn’t.  Until they knew more about whatever it was, he refused to grant it such a dramatic title.  But the only way to make a name for it was-

“Dr. Brenner?  You’re wanted down in Inmate Security,”  The assistant intruding on his one moment of peace was much more welcome than the scientists still pulling for answers he didn’t have, but when he realized what her words could mean…

“I’ll go there now,” he answered curtly, slipping out the door and cutting across the hallway to a small room with one small television screen.  The screen was surrounded by three assistants that Brenner knew would be virtually useless- especially when he heard the wails emanating from the speakers.  The other scientists were afraid to touch the girl.  Some of them were scared off by the sheer power she possessed and the others that had met fatal ends because of it while others saw it as a matter of conscience.  They saw her as a child, one that needed a mother and a home outside the lab.  But they didn’t know 011 like he did.  They didn’t see the potential she had.  

And from the piercing cries coming from the monitor, Brenner’s coworkers wouldn’t be seeing any such potential.  The girl was twelve now and almost a teenager, but unlike most teenagers she was bleeding raw fear instead of staunching the flow from the eyes of adults.  Her voice wailed through the speakers, a choked and repetitive sob: “Papa!  Papa!”

Brenner loosened his shirt collar.  This was something he’d be expected to deal with before it got out of hand.  “I’ll go see her now,”  He’d long since learned that comforting and reassuring 011 was necessary from time to time, but it had taken a long time to get used to it.  He was used to compartmentalizing, and his job required a clear mind that didn’t let emotions get through- he saved them for home.  Saved them for his wife and children.  But now he knew that he’d half to share some of them with their experiment.  Humans, even the most forsaken forms of them, needed love like a plant needed sunlight or an creek needed rain.  Without it, they’d dry up and wither away into nothingness.  And 011 had too much potential for that kind of end.

The door to her room buzzed open and he entered, the sight before him more pathetic than he could have anticipated.  Her knees hunched so close to her chest he wondered if they’d break straight through her sternum and her eyes practically glowed against the darkness with their tears.  “011,” he began.

“Papa,” Her arms detached from their clenched position and extended towards him like the thinnest branches of an olive tree.

He sat at the foot of the bed and her arms lowered.  “011, it’s very late at night.  It’s all dark outside,”

011 responded with a frantic nod.  “Dark,”

She had once told him that her mental void was dark.  An unrelenting blackness that she hated and would resist if she thought resistance would change anything.  Whatever she had seen earlier, it was still hanging over her in her dim surroundings.  Whatever she had seen was something horrifying, something that shot through her legs and forced her to flee in fear.  But with her limited knowledge on what she could have possibly encountered, the discovery of the quote unquote monster was useless.

“Nothing can hurt you here, 011,” he told her.  “Nothing can come in unless-” He gestured up at the ever-present camera guarding her.  “-surveillance lets them in.  You’ll be safe if you’re quiet and go straight to sleep,”

She didn’t look convinced.  She pointed a finger up to the ceiling.  “Can I have the lights?”

“Your lights come on during the daytime,” he explained slowly.  “It uses up lots of money to keep them on all the time.  Do you understand?”

If she didn’t understand the concept of money, she seemed to at least understand that she would not be getting any lights.  “Stay?”

Brenner fought back a wince.  He couldn’t afford to stay, not with a wife anxiously checking the clock back  home.  The longer he spent at the lab, the tougher it would be to come up with a decent and non frightening excuse.  But as he looked into the wide brown eyes before him, he realized he was going to have to make a sacrifice.  After all, they would need to see exactly what 011 had come across.  

She would need to go back.

“011, do you think you could go back to the bath later?”

She froze, eyes narrowing.  It wasn’t aggressive- she knew better than to go against Brenner.  He’d given her just enough love to render her powers worthless against him.  The others were simply faceless people milling around her, but he was important with a name and a gift behind his back.  She would not hurt him.

But here, she had to be careful.  After long last, the word slipped out.  “When?”

“Not tomorrow, but soon,”

011 swallowed hard.  “The monster?”

Brenner silently cursed his assistants for running their mouthes in front of her.  “It isn’t a monster, 011.  But we need you to see it again so we can know for sure.”

Her eyes were welling with tears but none spilled over.

“I will stay with you 011.  I’ll stay if you will go back to the bath.  You’ll go back and find it again.  And this time-”  011 practically flinched against the mention of it. “-you can not run away.  Is that okay?”

She angled her head up to the deadened lights, the sharp lines of the ceiling blurred by the darkness.  In a whisper he almost didn’t catch, she murmured, “Okay.”

The rest was simple.  He pulled the sheet up to her chin.  He sat still and met her eyes whenever they flew open in fear.  He waited until her breathing evened and the grip on her tattered stuffed lion eased up.  And when his own eyelids grew heavy watching the sleeping child, he stood, made his silent way towards the door, and took 011’s promise with him as he left.

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Moramortia: Chapter 1

143k words total, 20 chapters


Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year, and Albus discovers that he’s become very ill over the summer. Determined to find out what’s wrong with him and how to make him better, Albus starts doing some research, and discovers Moramortia, a fatal illness with just one cure. Together, Albus and Scorpius (with some help from Rose) set out on an adventure to find the ingredients to make the potion that will hopefully save Scorpius’s life…

This fic has been just over a year in the making, and I can’t believe it’s finally done. Thank you to everyone who’s helped along the way, including those who have had to suffer through all the angsty snippets that I couldn’t help but share. Special thanks go to my amazing beta, @abradystrix – Bathilda believed in us, and we got here in the end!

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The Beginning

Find what you love and let it kill you.

Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.

Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.

For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

-Charles Bukowski


Scorpius isn’t on the Hogwarts Express at the start of seventh year. This would be alarming in itself, but coupled with the fact that Albus has heard nothing from him in weeks, it’s downright terrifying. 

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psiioniichearts  asked:

Platonic Klavier and Simon with 2 (*coughs*Definitelynotapromptforangstyklavandsupportivebestfriendsimon( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

2. “Have you lost your damn mind!?”


“Don’t you think you should take it easy for one night, Klavier?” 

Simon asked this question after Klavier beckoned him to go out with him to a new bar that evening after work.  They were both off the next day, so normally this sort of suggestion would not have been one that Simon would worry over.  While he wasn’t a huge bar or party person himself, going out and just getting wasted would not have been such a terrible idea. 

Unfortunately though, this was not the first (nor second, nor third) time this week that Klavier insisted Simon go out drinking with him at night. 

More than a few times, Klavier had come into work wearing sunglasses with a large cup of coffee in his hand.  His hair didn’t have its usual sheen and he would not really be able to function all too much until around noon.  Luckily, Edgeworth hadn’t caught on…mostly because Simon was covering Klavier’s ass pretty well. 

And this hadn’t started just this week. 

Since Apollo’s departure and Ema’s reassignment to Khura’in, Klavier had been having a rough time.  Originally, he was spending more time with Simon and Athena, but now he was apparently going to bars and clubs every single night.  Self-medicating his depression with alcohol and sex, most likely.

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Pairing - Simon x Y/N

Warnings - Swearing (as per usual) and SMUTTTT

Requested - yup, by @tvdtmrtw l hope you like it! “Heeeeeelo💕 i was just wondering if you could write a smut where y/n is riding Simon or something (They are together), but he is beeing very vocal, so the others hear him and bust them or tease them about IT?💕💕💕😭😁😁” 

Notes - Fuck Mario Kart, also ayeeeee it’s me back at it again with Midnight imagines. Aren’t I the best? (Enjoy)


You and Simon had just gotten back to the Sidemen house from a nice lunch he had taken you too. It had been a while since you and him got to hang out alone, so he took you out on a date. First you went and just walked around London with occasional Pokemon hunting, wandering in and out of stores. Then Simon took you to lunch and now you were here. When you arrived you both realized no one else was home. When it’s just you and Simon at the house, you usually just fuck around (Literally or figuratively).

“Y/N, wanna place a bet?” He asked you. His tone of voice gave away that something was up. 

“Sure Si, but over what?” You asked, curiosity laced in you voice. From behind his back he pulled out Mario Kart 8, your favorite and most hated game in the whole world -except for maybe flappy bird or some shit cuz fuck that game.-

“It’s fucking on Minter.” You said, so ready to kick his ass, or lose miserably. 

“You didn’t even let me tell you what the prize is.” He pouted, crossing his arms.

“Well go on and tell me then you goof!” The anticipation was getting to you. You loved a good competition, especially with a winning prize.

“Loser does whatever the winner wants.”


Simon was currently in second place and you were in first. It was the last race and you HAD to get first place to win the bet. Second place wasn’t going to cut it. As you rounded the corner you saw the finish line. 

“SUCK IT MINTER I’M GON-” You stopped your yelling as you got hit with a red shell and the one and only Simone Minter finished in first place, while you finished in third.

“NOOOOOO!” You screamed falling to the floor. You lost, even after all the work you did to get in first place. You looked up to see Simon’s smirking face looking down at you. “If anyone is going to be sucking it’s going to be you, Y/N.” He stated with a wink. You groaned. 

“Okay Minter, what is it that I have to do for you?” You asked, slightly annoyed, thinking it was going to be that you would have to edit three of his videos or something. He didn’t answer as he bent down and kissed you softly. You were still on the floor as he moved his lips against yours. Simon broke from the kiss and grabbed your hands, pulling you up. 

He then smashed your lips together again, this time more needy. Your bodies were also closer now that you were standing, which allowed you to start moving your body against his. A moan escaped your mouth which allowed Simon to start french kissing you. Your tongues fought for dominance, and you won. Taking control of the kiss, you pushed Simon down on the bed and climbing on top of him. 

“I take it you want me to do something sexual,” you said, starting to grind on his semi. “So what is it?” You asked as a moan escaped his lips. 

“Ride me baby, please.” He whimpered as you pushed harder on his growing boner. 

“Sure thing.” You replied. You both rid of your clothes slowly while kissing in between. Once the clothes were spread around the room, you starting paying attention to Simon’s ‘problem’ per say. You moved your hand up and down his shaft slowly, while making a hickey on his right collar bone. Simon threw his head back, your actions earning many moans from him. This just encouraged you more as your hand to move faster. 

Suddenly he sat up and grabbed your hand. “If you don’t stop that now I’ll cum in your hand.” He said very seriously. “Plus I won the bet remember?” You stopped moving your hand and instead put in up to yourself, prepping you a little bit before you sat on his length. 

“Fuckkkk,” Simon breathed as you lowered yourself. All you could do was moan at your actions. You wasted no time setting a steady pace. Both of you were being quite vocal, but more Simon than you. Normally he tried to keep himself and you quiet because the boys were around and could most likely hear. But as far as both of you knew, there wasn’t anyone else home. 

“Fucking hell Y/N!” Simon yelled out. You smirked at him as he put his hands on your waist and set his own pace. “You close baby?” He asked you, pleasure clear in his eyes. You just nodded. As Simon was about to reply you both heard the door open.

“Hey Simon me and the boys were wondering what the fuck was- OMG OMG WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT HAVE MY POOR EYES SEEN!” Vik screamed and covered his eyes. Simon was quick to flip you under him an shield your body.

“VIK WHAT THE HELL! Learn how to god damn KNOCK!” Simon yelled at the boy who still stood in the door with his eyes covered. “GET OUT VIK!” You and Simon yelled simultaneously at him. Vik quickly scurried out and closed the door behind him. 

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I didn’t think the boys were going to come home yet and I would have at least thou-” You cut off the rambling boy with a kiss. You were beyond embarrassed and blushing profoundly, but it wasn’t your blue-eyed boyfriends fault you two got caught. 

“It’s not your fault Si. I just don’t know if I can face Vik or the others ever again.” You said covering your face. 

“Don’t worry Y/N, if they say anything too rude I wont hesitate to punch them.” 

“Promise?” You said, holding out your pinky. 


anonymous asked:

mini prompt: "you're getting crumbs all over my bed." i'm thinking a breakfast in bed sorta thing? but whatever inspires you! (p.s. i hope you post your mini prompts on ffnet! :] )

Thanks anon! Great idea, but I did go with something slightly different :) I drew some inspiration from something that reminded me of my friend’s hatred for crumbs in the bed and how she addressed the problem with her husband. Hope you like it! 

The Vow

“Klaus,” she whined, entering the bedroom and obstructing his view, no doubt on purpose. “What have I told you about this?” 

Klaus was so absorbed by the Chelsea football match on television that he wasn’t quite sure what she meant. Knowing his fussy wife, he figured it could be a myriad of things. 

“I know your thoughts on football, love, or that other word you like to use that I detest, but this is the finals!”

“Funnily enough that isn’t the most pressing issue here.” He looked around madly, trying to figure out what was the cause of her ire. “Oh come on Klaus, it’s not that difficult.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbled, trying to catch a sneaky look at the score on the television behind her. 

“We’ve been married for like five weeks.”

“And it was the happiest day of my life, sweetheart,” he grinned, thinking just how amazing the night portion had especially been. 

“But yet you’ve already forgotten your vows,” she complained.

“Let’s see; love, honour, cherish, obey,” he recited, like he was checking off a shopping list. “I hate to brag but I thought I was doing bloody brilliantly so far.”

“Yeah, you don’t like bragging at all,” she growled. “Unfortunately, your love of remembering things doesn’t seem to compare, Mikaelson.”

“Richer or poorer, sickness and in health, ‘till death do us part,” he replied. “Okay, got it.”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” she guessed. “I don’t know many couples who added vows like ours.”

When Caroline had told him during the lead up to the wedding that she wanted to write her own vows Klaus wasn’t really surprised. It was Caroline Forbes after all and she liked to do things differently. One of the many reasons he loved his wife. 

What he hadn’t expected though was her chosen content. He’d assumed she’d come up with something overly mushy and romantic, what he got was nothing of the sort. He could still remember that discussion.

“You want me to vow to keep the toilet seat down?” He’d baulked, reading through her draft proposals as she put it. Klaus had a feeling that she’d only used the term draft so he felt like he’d been consulted.  

“Yes,” she answered simply. “Given we’re going to be living together forever, it’s best we address this bad habit sooner rather than later. Klaus would have argued but he was too busy scanning the list wondering what else he was supposed to promise not to do. 

“Oh come on, I’m not that bad with the remote control!” Sure, he liked to switch channels, didn’t everyone? 

“You flip channels like a maniac,” she scoffed. “It’s like my very own strobe lighting. Who needs to go to a nightclub when I have my very own show in the comfort of my own home?”

“I still maintain that I allow a good few seconds between clicks,” he argued. “You know, fine I’ll agree to all of these. IF I get to choose some of my own vows.”

“But I’m perfect,” she boasted. 

‘We’ll see about that, love. How about we start with your need to hog all of the closet space and colour coordinate the toilet paper with the towels. I could go on but I should really get this down now so I don’t forget anything…”

People still spoke about their elegant but unusual wedding ceremony, each vow getting funnier and crazier to their unsuspecting guests.

“The toilet seat was well and truly down when I last checked,” Klaus confessed. “Unless Kol decided to pay us a visit and mess with your rules just to get me in trouble. It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Remind me never to get into a guessing game with you ever again,” she drawled. “You’re getting crumbs all over my bed!”

“Oh come on love, it’s only a few Doritos,” he explained, pushing them onto the carpet beside the bed and sending her a knowing smirk. “See, it’s all better.” 

“You live to tease me,” she muttered in frustration, flopping on the bed beside him.

“Only because you make it too much fun, love,” Klaus grinned, pulling her closer and raking his hands through her soft waves. 

“Don’t think that gets you out of cleaning it up though,” she said, snuggling closer to him. “Now, about this soccer match.”

“If you’re going to make me abide by the vows then you sure as hell are going to do the same by not referring to my beloved games by the horrible S word.”

“Call it payback, my darling husband.”  

anonymous asked:

If you're still taking sick prompts? Maybe 'I'm dying' or 'Insult to injury' with Kylo sick or 'Persuasive Partners' with Rey?

Kylo - Insult to Injury

What started off as a sniffle, hidden behind grunts of pain as he hobbled around the old two-story on crutches, was passed off as allergies. Then came the sneezing, and the wheezing. The fever and vomiting caught both himself and Rey by surprise, and when he’d tipped over en route to the bathroom and lost his dinner right in the hallway, Rey had a feeling there was something more to it than just a headcold. He groaned as she pulled his hair back, then helped hoist him up and onto his good leg. 

“’M sorry,” he managed to slur, his eyes glassy as he stared at her, all two-hundred or so pounds of muscle baring down on her as she eased him around the sick and into the cool tiled bathroom. 

“It’s fine,” she promised, keeping her voice as soothing as she could. Slowly, she propped him next to the toilet, stripping his shirt off and throwing it into the hall to be washed. “Don’t worry.” 

“Y’don’t have to do this.” 

She looked over from where she was starting a bath, keeping the water a comfortable temperature so that he wouldn’t catch a chill as he cleaned himself and spewed whatever else was left in his stomach. They’d only been roommates for the last half a year, and while it wasn’t always the easiest, when he’d broken his leg in a car accident she’d felt … pity. Saying nothing about the scar racing down one side of his face, it was clear that he certainly wasn’t the same after totaling the old C-Class. This … sickness, or whatever it was, just wasn’t playing fair. 

“It’s fine,” she promised, offering him a small smile. “You’ll want to strip down, though. Easier to just take a bath and get it all out now while you can, then clean yourself off so you can sleep. The heat’ll help with the chills, too.” She paused, watching his long fingers struggle with the button and zipper, before she gave up to help him with that as well. 

She’d never thought this would be how she took Kylo Ren’s pants off for the first time. 

“Rey?” He looked up at her, swallowing thickly as she helped him ease his way out of his pants, then blessedly left his boxers on as she helped to move him to the edge of the tub. “Can you call my mother?” 

Rey’s face softened and she nodded. “Yeah. I’ll give Leia a call.” 

“Thank you.” 

Rey - Persuasive Partners

“I’m fine.” Really, how many times did she have to insist on it? Rey growled as she struggled to get up and out of bed, only to have Kylo ease her back down onto the sheets from the other side of her. He’d crawled in to snuggle with her last night, and while she’d enjoyed the contact for the first half an hour of it, she’d woken up half a dozen times with overly-warm skin and a serious need for fresh air. Now he wasn’t letting her get out of bed and seriously? She needed to. Needed to stop looking at the same four walls before she drove herself insane and started seeing people in the wallpaper. 

“You could hardly keep anything down for the past twelve hours, you’re not fine.” Kylo sat up on his elbows, staring determinedly at her. “I’m not letting you out of bed.” 

“What, you’re going to keep me prisoner here? Cuff me to the bed frame?” She sneered, eyeing him and the way that his throat bobbed at the idea. 

“If you make me, yeah.” His gaze was resolute, his expression set. “Don’t tempt me.” 

They stared at one another, neither wanting to be the very first to break, but the tension grew too thick in a matter of moments. 

“Look,” Kylo started as Rey’s shoulders relaxed by centimeters. “I know you hate being sick. I know you hate feeling weak but–Rey, if you stay in bed at least for the rest of the day–until you’re feeling better, or at least until you get a clean bill of health from the doctor … I’ll let you peg me till I scream.” 

Now his cheeks were burning, and Rey felt her own lips spread into a grin. “You’re just saying that to get me to behave.” 

“Nope. I mean it.” 

She arched a brow. “Truly?” 

“Scouts honor.” 

“You have no honor.” 

“Okay, I promise.” He was looking more and more agitated as she drew it out, and it only made her cheeks hurt from grinning so hard. She eased back under the covers and gave a small yawn as she stretched her arms out above her head. Kylo, looking equally relieved and horrified that his trick had worked, rested his head on her chest and let her play with his hair. 

“Till you scream, huh?” she murmured. 

“Heaven help me, yep.” 

“Guess that’s worth a couple more hours of rest.” 

anonymous asked:

Hiiiiii! Could I request a one-shot based of a picture? I'm not sure if you've seen it, but it's one where there's a chibi-ish, nervous Seven holding a clipboard which says 'your very personal info' on it, except the "very" has been crossed out. I'd be super happy if you could write it, like I'm thinking some angst and cuteness? I dunno, anything you write is fine but THANK YOU IN ADVANCE!

You’re *very* Personal Info [707]

You startled a very concentrated Seven from his work by jumping onto his back and squeezing him tightly.

“Gah! MC, what are you doing? I’m working right now!”

Seven’s hands flew up in exasperation before he shielded whatever he had been doing with other windows and tabs.

“You didn’t come to bed last night; you haven’t gotten a wink of sleep since yesterday after Vanderwood called you.” You said with a pout, but soon growing serious and adopting a strict motherly tone.

“Honey Buddha Chips and Ph D. Pepper is all I need to stay awake.”

You shook your head, wrapping your arms around him once more and giving him another tight squeeze as you nuzzled your head against his back.

“MC…” Seven sighed softly, resting his arms atop of yours, which were still ringed securely around his torso.

“I waited a long time last night… And you won’t even tell me what you’re doing.”

Seven sighed once more; he felt pretty bad now.

“I’m sorry, MC. I was… I was just trying to get YVPI. That’s all. It’s very important and I had to get everything as soon as I could. I’m sorry I didn’t come sleep with you last night.”

Seven pinched the bridge of his nose and rubbed his eyes.

“I should’ve at least said goodnight. I’m sorry.”

You loosened your grip and leaned to the side, meeting the tired redhead’s golden eyes from below. You instantly forgave him. You knew Seven could get really busy at times, but you worried about him, especially his health.

“It’s okay.” You assured, making him smile in relief. “What’s YVPI stand for?”

Seven tensed but quickly attempted to cover it up with a laugh.

“Nothing, nothing. Just some top secret information. I can’t tell you.”

You gave him a sad look. One you knew had the capability of breaking him.

“You don’t trust me…?”

Seven became agitated and waved his hands side to side repeatedly.

“No, no, no! It’s not like that!”

He continued to avoid answering your question, but your expression just kept growing sadder and sadder, to the point he actually thought you were going to cry.

“It’s… YVPI stands for ’Your Personal Info’.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion.

“Your Personal Info…? What’s the ‘V’ stand for?”

Seven’s smile grew very nervous, and there was hesitation in his reply.

“Your… Very Personal Info…?”

It took you five whole seconds to fully grasp it all. Then you gasped.

“Saeyoung, how could you!?”

Seven cowered under your raised voice and covered his head with his hands, rambling out apologies one after another.

“Jesus, Saeyoung! That’s what you’ve been doing this whole time? Looking up my very personal information!? Saeyoung, you can ask me about myself! I’m right here! I live with you and instead of getting to know me better yourself you ignore me and try getting a bunch of documents about my life!?”

Your anger and disappointment continued to pour out in the form of accusations and flying fists. Your heart ached in an odd way. It almost felt as if he’d betrayed you, although that would be a slight exaggeration.

When you could no longer express your sadness, your fists were left shaking in the air before dropping down to your sides and clutching the hem of your shirt. Your eyes watered, not really because of this incident, but from all the other times in which you worried over Seven and days he was very withdrawn. It had all piled up after not letting it out for so long, and now you struggled yet succeeded in keeping the tears from leaving your eyes.

When you stopped talking and had lowered your head, Seven finally removed his arms and looked at you.

His heart broke. He swore he heard it crack in his chest.

He felt horrid. He felt regret. He felt so bad for making you feel this way. He hated to be the source of your pain. He wished to be the one to give you joy and happiness. To wipe your tears away, not be the one to cause them. To hold you and assure you that everything would be alright. But how could he do that when he was the problem?

He called your name softly. Once, twice, then, “I’m sorry…”

He wrapped his arms around you. Tentatively. Uncertainly. When you didn’t react, he hugged you completely and rested his head atop yours. He stroked your hair, breathed in your scent, felt such sadness as you trembled lightly against his chest.

It made him feel worse to see that you did not pull away from the person who was clearly the cause of your pain.


He shushed you quietly and gently to make sure he spoke first.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, voice quiet and hopeful. Hopeful that you would understand. “Vanderwood called yesterday…” He took a deep breath before continuing. “Saying he was ordered to take over my work, so I spent my free time gathering info about you. I’m so, so, so sorry. I… I want to know everything about you. You know why, right?”

Of course you knew why.

Because he loved you.

The several seconds in which no reply was made stretched on forever, threatening to choke the young genius.

You nodded. Grasped his shoulders and berried your head in his chest.

“You’re right, MC. I’m really, really sorry. I wasn’t thinking straight. I should get to know you myself. The right way, by talking and spending time with you. God… This was so stupid, I’m so sorry.”

Seven nuzzled his head even further in the back of your head, holding you tightly and close to his body. You grasped the material of his shirt at his shoulders and made sure you were as close to him as possible.

“I’ll delete the documents now.”

He pulled away, but not before cupping your face, wiping a stray tear from your cheek, and planting a kiss on your forehead.

He took a deep breath once in front of the screen.

“Here goes over 800 GB of information…” He sighed, hesitating before finally pressing down two keys. You saw all the data erased from the screen.

Seven closed his laptop and returned to you, kissing your forehead, both of your cheeks, and finally your nose before hovering a centimetre away from your reddened lips, waiting for your approval.

You leaned in and closed the gap between your mouths.

Seven’s right hand slid up your back and pulled you close, the other wrapped around your waist.

He kissed your mouth three times with sincere love and apology before speaking.

“I won’t ever do that again. I really regret doing it… Please forgive me.”

You couldn’t help but smile, blinking the moisture from your eyes as he kissed the tears from your lashes.

“I love you so much.” His voice soft as silk, he lifted your chin and guided your lips to his. He made sure you knew how apologetic he was.

“Saeyoung… I’m sorry.”

The redhead was taken aback.

“What?” He asked, confused. “What are you apologising for? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You shook your head.

“I understand you have a lot of work and the information you handle is very sensitive. What you do is confidential and I understand that. I’m sorry if I make you feel guilty for not spending time with me. I love you so much, but I see you work hours on end and not sleeping at all. I just… I want to help you but I don’t know how.”

Seven’s grip tightened around your waist. He said your name sternly and made sure you looked him in the eyes, all seriousness.

“You have absolutely nothing to be sorry about. I can’t believe… I can’t believe you would even blame yourself for the way I act. I didn’t know I made you feel this way… Jesus… I’m so sorry. I’ve…”

Seven’s eyes moistened as he pursed his lips. The blame he put on himself was very apparent. He was beating himself up for it.

“I’m going to make it up to you. For all those times I kind of ignored you when I had a lot of work, when I didn’t come to bed, when I would brush off your advice to rest and take care of myself.

“This job… It takes a lot of my time. It keeps me away from you. I felt like I had to know everything about you. I still think that way, but I wasn’t thinking straight. This wasn’t the right way do it. I’m going to make it up to you. Please, just forgive me. Forgive me for being so selfish and blind. Please give me another chance.”

A tear slid down the apologetic hacker’s cheek, and you made sure to kiss the droplet from his skin, stroking his cheekbone gently with your thumb.

“I didn’t want to make you feel bad. You shouldn’t, because this is your job and it’s very important work. You should feel bad about getting my information… But, I understand. I know you’re always doing your best.

“I worry for you because I love you.”

Seven’s eyes flooded with teary emotions. He cupped your face and placed his mouth over yours, salty tears shed by both of you wetting your lips.

“There are a lot of times I think you’re going to leave me since I’m not good enough.” He confessed, voice muffled against your hair. “It kills me just thinking about you not by my side. I never want to let you go. But you I’m not giving you all that you deserve.”

Seven kissed you two more times, gently and lovingly, before murmuring four words.

“I love you so much…”

You hummed against his lips, deepening the kiss as you slid your hands through his fiery red hair.

“I could never leave you, Saeyoung. Never. I love you more than anything and anyone. I can’t bear the thought of not being with you. Please don’t think I’d leave you. I never will, I promise. It’s impossible to leave someone so precious to me. Put that thought of your hand this instant. I will always love you, and I will always be with you, no matter what.”

A shaky sigh of relief escaped Seven’s lips. Hearing you say that took such a huge weight off his chest, making his heart flutter uncontrollably as tears sprung into his eyes.

He squeezed your shoulder and a wobbly smile formed on his mouth. Without releasing your hands, he clicked a button on his keyboard; all the monitor screens went black save for two, which seemed to be security footage.

“Let’s go to bed.”

You gave him confused look.

“But it’s still so early…”

“I know,” he said, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I just want to lay in bed with you. We’re not gonna sleep.”

You smiled softly, allowing him to lead you to the bedroom. The two of you crawled under the sheets and lay on your sides facing one another, fingers laced.

A few moments of easy, peaceful silence passed.

“You didn’t delete those documents, did you?”

Seven’s eyes widened, mouth falling open yet no words coming out.

You chuckled lightly, shifting forward to kiss his forehead.

“It’s okay. Just don’t look at them. And if I choose not to tell you something… Don’t go looking for answers that way.”

“I won’t, I swear to God that I won’t.” Seven promised with utmost sincerity.

You smiled. You trusted him completely.

“You now what they say; secrets are more attractive when kept secret.”

Seven chuckled, kissing your nose.

“And what they say is very true. God, you’re so perfect. Too perfect for someone like me.” He sighed, caressing your cheek with his thumb adoration crystal clear in those enchanting orbs. His golden eyes were unbelievably soft and brimming with love for you.

“Says the most perfect man in the world.”

You both laughed and shared one last kiss.

Soon enough, Seven had fallen asleep from exhaustion, curled against your chest with your head above his. One of your hands was in his hair, the other around his waist while Seven had an arm wrapped around your torso, the other kept between the two of you, palm laid flat above your heart, its rhythmic beating lulling him to a sound sleep.

You planted a gentle kiss atop his head before closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep where you met Seven waiting for you in your dreams.

Coming home.

Requested by anon: Marc Bartra imagine where he comes home after being away for a long time, with some drama. (It’s a little short, i’m sorry)

‘Foot up, my foot up. Hold up now my foot up.’ I sing along with song on the tv, while i’m painting my toenails. When i’m done, i put the nailspolish on the table in front of the couch and lean back, smiling. I’ve been smiling all week long. At college, at work, at home in the night before i fall asleep. I’m smiling because tonight, after 3 months, my boyfriend Marc is finally coming home. Even though it’s only for a couple weeks. The thought of him holding me at night, whispering sweet things in my ear again, makes my head spin in excitement. I never thought i’d find the love of my life at only 19 years old, but i have. He’s a famous football player and i’m a college student. My smile fades away when i think about what will happen after these 3 or 4 weeks. He will only be a 2 hour flight away, but i don’t have the time or money to visit him as often as i want to. He sometimes suprises me by randomly buying me a ticket to come to him, but i don’t like it when he spends money on me. There’s enough gossip going around about me being a golddigger anyway, which is ridiculous but oh well. It’s all the bagage that comes with having a famous boyfriend. Football is his life, and whatever makes him happy, makes me happy too. The same way he never pushed me to drop out of college to travel with him wherever he goes, because he knows i wanna be able to take care of myself when i need to. I don’t want to rely on anyone else, financially. My thoughts are rudely disturbed by the buzzing of my phone, and i’m annoyed until i see Marc’s face on my homescreen. I pick up smiling.
'Hey!’ I say, my voice full with enthusiasm.
'Hey, listen something happened and i only have 10 percent battery left but i won’t be able to be home tonight..’
'Oh..’ I simply say.
'I’m sorry baby, the flight is delayed, and there are a lot of fans at the airport, so they arranged for us to stay another two days here.’ He says, not really making me any happier.
'It’s okay.’ I say, trying not to cry on the phone.
'It’s not your fault.. i just miss you.’ I say. My voice sounds sad and dissapointed, unlike his which sounds agitated and hurried.
'I know i’m so sorry, i’ll make it up to you, i promise.’ And with those words he hangs up on me. Ten percent battery left and i don’t even get a goodbye?
'Fuck.’ I swear, throwing my phone away from me. I wipe the tears away, and walk over to the kitchen, pouring myself something to drink. I hate dissapointments, but i’m not sure what it is i’m dissapointed in. The fact that he will be away for another two days, or the way he didn’t even sound sad himself. Did it become easy for him to stay away from me? I bite my lip, thinking about our first weeks together. We couldn’t go a minute without each other, and now he can easily go two days without me. I know i sound psychotic and needy, but i miss him so much it makes my head hurt. In two days it will be monday, which means i will be at school by the time he arrives. Everything just keeps getting worse. I decide to take a shower and go to bed, trying to sleep the sadness away. I end up on my phone, reading my timeline on twitter, when suddenly i hear sounds from downstairs. I sit up immediately trying to figure out if i actually heard it right, or if i’m going crazy. But then i hear some shuffling, and i jump out of bed, putting my robe on. Why do i sleep in only my underwears again? I hastily grab the lamp from my nightstand, and start walking towards the door. I wait, and hold my breath when i hear someone running up the stairs. Shit, there’s a fucking robbery going on in my house and i picked up a lamp to defend myself. I’m ready to smash the person’s face in, but when the door opens and my eyes meet Marc’s blue ones i’m suprised. His eyes widen when he sees the state i’m in. My hair messy, no make up, in only a robe, holding a lamp in my hand. I drop the lamp, and run towards him. He smiles, and puts his arms around me lifting me up.
'You son of a bitch! I almost killed you.’ I say, trying to fight against the tears forming in my eyes.
'Really Y/N? With a lamp?’ He laughs, and as soon as he puts me down i swat his arm.
'Why are you here?! Don’t tell me it was a joke because i will reconsider killing you with the lamp.’ I say, hugging him again.
'Baby, i just wanted to suprise you.. Spice up some things.’ I raise my eyebrow at him, really?
'If you wanna spice up our relationship, come home early for a change. I did not like this at all!’ He laughs and kisses my temple.
'Well maybe i just wanted to see you when you didn’t get ready for hours. Maybe..’ He says, putting his arm around my waist.
'I wanted to see you like this. You in your rawest state, when you haven’t tried to make yourself look prettier for me.’ He bites his lip, eyeing my body. I feel myself blushing, and step away from him a little. He cocks his head to one side, and grins.
'You know what i like about you?’ He says, taking off his jacket.
'After we’ve been together for so long, and after i’ve seeing you naked so many times, you still get so shy when i look at you this way.’ He puts one of his hands behind my neck, and one around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Our lips connect, after what feels like years, and suddenly we are in a heated make out session. He’s the one to pull back first, and i gasp for air. I need him, as much as he needs me. I quickly pull my robe off and throw it away, before i reach for the hem of his shirt. He grins, and lets me take it off for him.
'Eager aren’t we?’ He says, and i gulp. His voice is a full octave deeper, and the lust in his eyes turns my legs into mush. I take his hand and kiss the palm, then his shoulder, and last but not least, his neck. He groans, and pulls me even closer to him to kiss me again. I pull him back with me, which causes us to fall on the bed.
'I thought you were mad at me baby girl.’ He chuckles, and i growl.
'Yes, but you’re too sexy to resist.’ We both laugh, before he kisses me again.

'Marc..’ I whisper, shaking his shoulder a little. He groans, and turns away from me.
'Babe, i made you breakfast.’ I say, trying to ignore the scratch marks i left on his back.
'What?’ He says and turns back around to me. His voice is raspy, his hair is messy and he is wearing absolutely nothing. This is the best way to start my day.
'Goodmorning beautiful.’ He says, and sits up. He takes a corissant, and takes a bite of it.We just sit there and grin at each other. Last night was amazing. We were both high off each other, and it’s the best feeling in the world. He reaches his hand towards me and i take it, letting him pull me to lay against him. I hear his heartbeat, and i close my eyes.
'I love you.’ He says, and i nuzzle my face in his chest.
'I love you.’ I say back to him, tracing his abs with my finger. I don’t care how sad he made me with his 'joke,’ or how much time he spends away from me, because moments like these make it all worthwile.

padfoot-lupin-deactivated201511  asked:

Soooo bout that Teacher Teddy/Student James... I'm interested and craving maybe another two?? If that is possible????

Yooooo! I can make you one long one? Will that be okay? 

  • Because let’s face it, James is named after two of the best pranksters and actually rather genius wizards to ever attend Hogwarts. 
  • Teddy was doomed from the start.
  • And he should have known that going into this position. 
  • But he hoped that it wouldn’t be like this. 
  • This awkward…whatever it was. 
  • Whether he knew it or not, he was falling right into the palm of James’s plan when he gave him detention after making an inappropriate comment for the fifth time during his lesson on Veela. 
  • Because that’s already a touchy subject. 
  • And if he were thinking clearly at the time he wouldn’t have made him spend his detention with him. 
  • So now they sat in silence while James wrote “I will not make inappropriate remarks during class” over and over and over while Teddy sat at his desk, feet propped on top of it, reading over when one the text books on werewolves that Remus had left comments on in the margins. 
  • He didn’t know when James stood up, but suddenly there was a piece of parchment beside his feet with both sides covered. 
  • “I fully expect this to be the last time I have to see you in my office for detention.” 
  • He says this without looking up. 
  • “Of course, Professor Lupin.” 
  • Teddy freezes. That should not have sent shivers down his spine, and definitely should not have sent sparks to his groin. 
  • “It’s late. Go to bed, Jamie.” 
  • But James lingered, and Teddy could feel his gaze on him. 
  • “Something else on your mind?” 
  • Teddy still didn’t look up. Jamie was still silent. 
  • ……..
  • Teddy finally closed the book and set it atop the parchment. 
  • Immediately James was in his lap and purring something wonderful in his ear. 
  • “You like it, don’t you?”
  • Teddy barely had a chance to react to the lips on his neck 
  • And it’s so wrong, but it feels so nice. 
  • “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Potter.” 
  • “I think you do…”
  • James leaned close to his ear and Teddy forced himself not to shiver as his tongue traced a light trail along the shell. 
  • “…Professor.” 
  • Teddy snapped.
  • The noise he made was something between a groan and a sigh of defeat and he gripped James’s hips, dragging him closer. 
  • His lips found James’s in a bruising kiss. 
  • Fuck he missed this.
  • He hated the yearning that burned in his stomach that wanted so badly to taste him all the time. 
  • Teddy was sure he would never tire of the perpetual hint of peppermint that always delighted his tongue when they kissed. 
  • And he would certainly never tire of the way James would simply melt into him at just the smallest touch. 
  • Really, he would never tire of James Sirius Potter and every little thing he did. 
  • They broke, just for a second.
  • But it was over sooner that either wanted it to be. 
  • “We have to stop.” 
  • “We don’t.”
  • “I’m your professor.” 
  • “You’re my boyfriend.” 
  • Teddy sighed and held him close. It was nice to be a boyfriend again. 
  • It was nicer that he was James’s boyfriend. 
  • His voice strained as he tried to sound authoritative. 
  • “We can’t do this here.” 
  • James sat for another moment before he climbed out of his lap. He had intended to walk away without another word, but Teddy caught him by the sleeve and stood. 
  • “Christmas break. It’s only a few weeks away.”
  • James shrugged.
  • “So what?” 
  • “So…” 
  • Teddy kissed him again, softer this time. 
  • “We’re going home for the holidays, right? At home, I’m not your professor.” 
  • He kisses James again. 
  • “And I’ll have no remorse giving into you.” 
  • A slow smile spread on James’s face and he tried to hide his blush. 
  • “…Christmas. Okay.” 

Alright, I’m writing this at 12 am on the day before my first day back at school and I’ve had such a god awful night; this is purely a self indulgent thing that I don’t even want to put in the tags I’m that embarassed to be writing this for myself.

That being said, trigger warnings for anxiety/anxiety attacks.

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anonymous asked:

“Please put me down it’s just a sprained ankle" and nursey/dex for the prompt thing

Dex trips down the front steps of the Haus.

He wishes he could say he was drunk, wishes he could blame it on the bucket of tub juice currently being manned by Ollie and Wicks. But no, he’s stone cold sober, and had been intent on making a hasty escape when he lost his footing and missed a step. He lands all wrong on his ankle, and it hurts to put weight on it, breath hissing through his teeth. The fucking steps would’ve been fixed this morning if Ransom hadn’t decided that he needed to change the oil on his car right away, and Dex had somehow gotten roped into that. So now, here he is, sitting on the front lawn of the Haus cradling his ankle in his hands. Thankfully the season is over, but there’s music rattling the windows and he’s pretty sure if he leans the right way he’ll still be able to see Nursey making out with Mike from their poli-sci class. Mike with his blonde hair and blue eyes and stupid chill attitude. 

Dex hates him.

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[Mark] I'm Your Teacher (Part 22)

A/N: The next day, Sunday Steadying your bag on your shoulder, you took a deep breath, preparing yourself to meet the person you probably hated the most, and pretend to be his loving girlfriend, and deal with his adorable parents who don’t know their son is some perverted devil. After knocking on the front door you felt the urging need to run away and never come back again, but a sweet voice cut your thoughts short. “Hey.” Mr.Park Sang as she opened the door, her lips curled up in a big grin. “Good evening Mrs.Park.” Your smiled sincerely, you really admired this woman.”Good evening Y/N, come in!” She replied, letting you in.”How are you doing?” You asked as you stepped into the warm house, letting Jimin’s mother close the door behind you.”I’m fine honey, what about you? Are you here to see Jimin?” She replied; only the noise of her light footstep, sharpened by the clicking of her heels could be heard as she walked in front of you.”Yes, I asked him to help me in maths. Where is Mr.Park?” You said, nervously looking around. “He’s out for a business dinner. Jimin is in his room, just join him, I’ll bring you guys something to drink.” She pointed at the staircase that led to Jimin’s room, flashing you a big smile.”Thank you.” You nodded, smiling to her as you walked to the stairs.”You’re welcome honey. Oh and, no silly things.” She replied, making you laugh and shake your had.”Don’t worry!” You reassured her, climbing up the stairs. Jimin’s room was located at the far end of the long corridor, but somehow your journey towards his door seemed shorter than before. You knocked softly on the wooden door before pushing it open.”Hi there.” You said as you saw Jimin. He was sat at his desk, working on his computer, and you started to wonder if he was sending another email to Mr.Tuan. Your voice ringing in his ears, he snapped his head at you, his lips curling themselves into a warm smile as he saw you standing in the doorway.”Hey Y/N I didn’t hear you come.” He said as he got up, holding his arms out as he walked to you.”I missed you.” He gripped at your hips as he kissed you hello, smiling into the kiss.”Jimin, we haven’t seen each other for two days.” You replied as he pulled away. You walked past him towards his bed and dropped your back on it before you felt his hands on your hips again. “I know, it was horrible.” He turned you around, showing you his pouty face. "I missed you too.“ You lied, faking a loving smile. Taking your lie as a signal he leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours, kissing you more hungrily and sucking on your lower lip. His cheeky hands slipped under your shirt, his cold fingers dancing across the skin of your hips as his lips moved down to your neck. "Jimin, your mom is bringing us drinks, not now.” You whined, gripping at his shoulders to make him stop.“Fine.” He whispered under his breath, dropping a last kiss on your neck before meeting your eyes. “But after I play the teacher for you, I’ll need a reward.” He stated, his hands coming down to caress your butt.  “Okay.” You nodded, earning a last peck on the lips from him. He walked back to his desk and sat down, waiting for you to join him on the chair next to his, but you had other plans.“How was your weekend?” You asked as you started to look around, your eyes landing on a black box on his nightstand.“Boring.” Focused on the box, you didn’t hear his reply and you honestly didn’t care. Confused by your silence he turned around only to find you ruffling through his box.“Are you looking for something?” He asked.“Hmm? Oh no I’m just looking around. You have like, really weird stuff here.” You tried to sound natural but you were quite startled. “Weird stuff? Pins are life, I’ve got all of my favorite bands and singers in this box. The best of music on my nightstand.” Jimin said.“There is no Spyair pin though.” You stated.“Because they suck.” Jimin said, the ‘duuuh’ could be readable on his face.“What the hell Jimin?! They are hella good!” You argued, putting the box back in place.“They’re not! The singer sings like a girl.” Jimin replied.“No he doesn’t!” You argued, crawling on his bed to cross his room, aiming for his chest of drawers.“He can’t sing!” Jimin said.“Jimin you don’t know what you’re saying. They are like the best band ever! Have you heard Niji yet?"You replied, opening the bottom drawer and finding nothing. You opened the middle one randomly and found a bigger wooden box. “Ike’s vocal performance is off the hook good in this song.They are just the best.” You pulled the box out of his drawer and ruffled through it: small figurines, toys, Lego’s, basketball medals; nothing that looked like an SD card.”How come on Y/N. What about Back-on, One ok Rock, Lynch?” ”Lynch?!” You said, dumbfounded.  All they do is screaming!” You closed the box and put it back in place before checking the other drawers, only to find clothes.”No they have wonderful voices, and Ike can’t scream like them.” Jimin argued. "He did in ‘Over’ and used to scream in their indie days but his vocal chords got infected and he stopped.” You corrected him.“Weak-throated gut.” Jimin narrowed his eyes at you, making you roll them.“Whatever. We’re never going to agree on anything regarding Spyair.” You gave up.“Yeah you’re right. Let’s get started.” He said, turning to face his desk. You sat down beside him, forgetting to bring your bag over and noticed a tiny wooden box and the shelf above his desk.“What’s this?” You asked, slightly getting up and grabbing the box. “It’s just a little something my parents brought me when they came back from Africa last year. Baby I have somewhere to be at in two hours.” You opened it as he talked and it was empty so you put it back in place, giving him your attention right before his last words. “Where are you going?” You asked.“To my basketball practice.” He replied. As if knowing the truth about him, changed your way of seeing him, you realized you completely forgot about his hobbies.“Oh yeah, I forgot.” You replied, your eyes wandering around his desk. You noticed the desk’s legs were made of drawers and reached down to open one before his hands came down to close it quickly.”Baby, please we have to get this done quickly.” He pleaded. You had been looking around his room, opening all of his drawers and he didn’t say a thing but why did he react for this one? You found it extremely suspicious. And now he wanted to get it done quickly when he was talking about a reward a minute ago.”Okay.” You gave in, satisfied with your ‘discovery’. “Jimin!” His mom called him from downstairs.“Yeah mom?!” Jimin shouted back. You stood up and grabbed your back on his bed before sitting back down beside him.“Can you help me down here?!” His mom asked.“I’m coming!” He replied, getting up. “I’ll be back in a minute.” Jimin said to you before walking out. You waited for the sound of his footsteps in the stairs to open the drawer in question, finding a fourth box. You opened it.
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Based on the au: “Person B breaking up with Person A as a joke for April fool’s day. How does Person B react when A starts crying and sobbing that they knew it would happen sooner or later because there was no way they deserved B? ” By: otpdisaster

I know it’s a little late for April’s Fools and all, but I really wanted to do this prompt, so, enjoy!

“Oi, Hinata.” 

“Mmm?” The redhead lifted his gaze from the laptop to the raven, a questioning look on his eyes. 

“I-… We need to talk.” There, now Shouyou was probably getting the idea of where this was going. 

With quick fingers, the shorter male typed something before putting the device aside, sitting on the bed. 

“About what?” He was still cheerful, excited, too oblivious. 

“Well, I think we should…” 

“Should?” Hinata tried to help, oh he had no idea.

With a short fake sigh, Kageyama continued. “I think it would be for the best if we broke up, Sho.” 

“O-oh… uhmm, have I done something wrong again? Is it about that thing with the pork buns, because I swear I only ate one out of your share! …You always save one for me, remember?” His boyfriend sounded distressed, choking the words out as if it took him a lot of effort to speak.

It was fine. Tobio reminded himself. It was just a joke, Nishinoya-senpai said he did it with Asahi last year and things were fine, they laughed.

“It’s not about the pork buns, moron. This is just not working anymore. We are not working anymore, I mean.” It was hard to even say these things. Tobio couldn’t see himself without the redhead, he just couldn’t. 

The whole prank was suddenly not worth it. 

“D-Don’t you wanna talk about it, To… I just-” 

A noise, and Kageyama wanted to slap himself across the face. Hinata was crying. He was fucking crying because of him.

“Sorry, I just didn’t think it’d be this soon” This soon? “when you realized I’m not worth it. I mean, look at you! Majoring in law, you’re doing great! And I’m not even here all the time because I have to work, and I know, look I know, I’m majoring in photography and maybe it’s not something that will get me money right away but please think about this, whatever it is we can solve this. I’ll be better I promise. I know I’m not much but-”

Hinata was talking so fast, crying, and somewhere along the way he had found his way to in between his boyfriend’s arms, clutching the other’s shirt as if his life depended on it.


“N-no hear me out, it’s-”

“You’re perfect, you’re all I need. I want you for myself. You’re great. Your photos are amazing. Don’t you dare put yourself down like that, moron. I love you.” 


“Prank, Nishinoya’s idea. I’m sorry, Sho. I really am sorry.”

I mean it.

Small fists crashed against his torso, once, twice, thrice, and several times more; some harder than others until they were just tired palms against the fabric of his shirt.

“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. Why would you ever do that, To? You’re a jerk! I hate you.” Shouyou said, over and over.

“I love you, I’m sorry, Sho. C’mere, it’s okay. I know.” Tobio replied, over and over.

Eventually they fell asleep, Hinata still clutching onto the shirt, Kageyama still pulling him close. Not letting go.

Just like it was supposed to be. 

anonymous asked:

I saw the subspace one or whatever and it reminded me of this that I've wanted written but I'm a shit writer: Sam and Dean going through a huge ass fight, and Sam is too scared to ask Dean to Dom for him again because he thought Dean wouldn't want to( would be angry at him for asking), so he goes out to find a different Dom, just for one night, and then he goes through serious sub drop for the next few days. It's up to Dean to figure out what happened to his Sammy (and he does).

Hi there, anon. :) Please don’t sell yourself short like that! I’m sure you are a wonderful writer and I really hope you continue to write if it’s something you truly enjoy doing. <3

Anywho, I hope this is to your liking! (P.S. this is set during season five right after Sympathy for the Devil.)


I just don’t think I can trust you.

Those words had been haunting Sam for the last week. Each night when he laid down, tired and full of regret, he heard those ominous words echoing in his mind; saw Dean’s face, expression cold and bitter with betrayal as he spoke them over and over again and it made Sam’s heart ache. Dean’s trust was something Sam had always cherished and been grateful for and now he’d lost it. He’d fucked up royally, and there was nothing he could do to earn his brother’s trust back now. Not after what he’d done. Sam had chosen Ruby over Dean; had chose to trust a demon over his own flesh and blood and it didn’t matter if he’d thought he was doing the right thing at the time, Sam had been wrong and the words ‘I’m sorry’ just weren’t going to cut it.

So, Sam didn’t bother apologizing anymore once Dean had shot him down initially. He just didn’t see the point. And maybe, just maybe, there was a small part of Sam that was afraid, if he apologized profusely enough, that Dean would actually come around and forgive him. Which Sam didn’t deserve. He didn’t deserve Dean’s forgiveness and he certainly didn’t deserve Dean’s sympathy. He needed to be punished for what he’d done; needed to feel that agonizing pain of knowing he’d screwed up all on his own and that there was nobody to blame but himself. But it shouldn’t have stopped there. Sam felt, with every fiber of his being, that he needed not only a psychological punishment but a physical one as well. He needed to feel the harsh sting of a whip against his skin, needed to feel soft skin welt and bruise under another’s hand; and if Dean hadn’t been so livid with him, Sam would have dropped to his knees and begged for such a punishment from his big brother. He couldn’t though, not when he knew there was a very good possibility that Dean would say no; that he would be disgusted that Sam even had the audacity to ask. Truthfully, Sam couldn’t take the disappointment or the shame that came with his big brother denying him such a request.

There was a way for him to get what he needed though, and Sam, God help him, couldn’t even last seven days before he went off, weak and broken, to find it. And while being dominated by a man that wasn’t Dean felt so wrong to Sam, it got him the punishment he craved, the punishment he deserved. Unfortunately however, it also pulled him even further into his dark state of depression. The man who’d been his substitute Dom had fucked him and left him, and his disinterest in Sam’s well-being had been just another reminder to the young hunter that he was worthless. He didn’t deserve the kindness or sympathy of that stranger, just like he didn’t deserve such treatment from his big brother.


“Okay, that’s it. What the hell is going on, man?” Dean asked, voice low and burdened with concern as he crawled into bed with Sam. “You’ve been lying here for the last three days…seriously, you’re starting to scare me.”

“…Nothing,” Sam mumbled in reply, a sharp, white-hot pain streaking across his chest when he realized that Dean was taking care to keep his distance. God, his brother couldn’t even stand the thought of leaning against him. Like the very touch of Sam’s skin would infect him with a some vile disease.

“Don’t lie to me, Sam. Something’s happened. This isn’t just about Ruby…or the apocalypse.”

“You’re right, Dean, it’s not!”

Sam was shaking, tears blurring his vision as he curled himself into a ball, cringing violently when he felt Dean’s hand settle on his shoulder.

“Sam- Sammy, please?…What’s going on?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“No, Sam. I’m not just gonna sit back and watch you suffer…I can’t,” Dean whispered, fingers sliding upward to tangle in Sam’s hair, scratching gently; the affection in the gesture making the younger man sick with want. Want for something he did not deserve in the slightest.

“…Dean, please…It’s- it’s just…” Sam pleaded with a broken sob. God, this was the last thing he wanted to tell Dean right now.

“It’s just what, Sam? Subdrop? I know, sweetheart.”

Before he could stop himself, Sam rolled over onto his back, looking up at his big brother in complete shock. Dean knew. Damn it, Dean knew! Sam could see it in his beautiful eyes. This was just friggin’ great. As if his brother didn’t hate him enough. 


“I had my suspicions when you didn’t come home a couple of nights ago. You think you can just stay out until ass o’clock in the morning and expect me not to jump to all kinds of shitty conclusions?”

“Dean…God, I’m so sorry. It- I swear it didn’t mean anything. I just-”

“Ssh,” Dean cooed, leaning down to kiss Sam’s cheek; warm lips pressing firm against tear stained skin as Sam let out another pitiful sob. “I don’t care, okay? You needed something that I couldn’t give you…I get that…but Sammy, you gotta know that what you’re feeling isn’t true. All those horrible thoughts? They’re just a product of the subdrop, okay? None of its true.”

“…That’s where you’re wrong, Dean. Subdrop or not, that doesn’t change the fact that I screwed up, irrevocably so…and that I’m a waste of fucking space.”

“Damn it, Sam. Don’t say that! You act like you’re the only Winchester to ever make a mistake. News flash, you’re not. And if you ever say that you’re a waste of space again I’ll kick your teeth down your throat. I wouldn’t have a fucking clue what to do with myself if you weren’t here.”

“Dean…what I did, it’s unforgivable,” Sam cried, big shiny puppy dog eyes brimming with tears as he stared up at Dean in utter anguish.

“Bullshit, Sam. You’re my brother and there isn’t a damn thing you could do that’s unforgivable…I know what I said before but…goddamn it, Sammy I was just angry…and hurt. You have to know I didn’t mean it…I’ll- I’ll get there, baby. I will. I just need some time.”

“…You think you can forgive me? Seriously? Even for starting the apocalypse?”

“Sammy,” Dean sighed, thumb stroking Sam’s cheek tenderly. “I love you more than anyone I’ve ever loved in my entire life and I’m positive that I could forgive you for pretty much anything. Including jumpstarting the apocalypse.”

Dean’s words hit Sam like a freight train, and he was too stunned, too overwhelmed with gratitude to say anything in return. He really didn’t deserve this…no matter how much he wanted it.

“Don’t, baby. Please. I can see those gears grinding.”

“…I can’t help it, De…I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, Sammy. It’s okay,” Dean whispered as he peppered soft kisses all over his little brother’s face. “Just do me a favor, alright? Try, really try, to hear what I’m saying. This isn’t all on you…a lot of people, including myself, made a lot of mistakes for this all to fall into place. But you know what? You are gonna be the one to help stop it though. You and me, kiddo. We’re gonna find a way to stop this.”

“How can you be so sure, De?”

“Because I know you, Sammy. You’re a hero, inside and out. And you’re gonna save the world.”

Sam took a deep breath, completely taken aback by his brother confidence in him. Dean sounded so sincere, so genuine. Like he would have bet his life on the fact that what he was saying was 100% true. And it made Sam’s heart swell with pride. When Dean talked like that, it made Sam feel special, needed; and he was almost, maybe just a little, starting to believe what his brother was saying himself. 

“I- I love you so much, De…I wish there was something I could say to show you how fucking sorry I am for what I’ve done.”

“Sammy, seriously. I know. It’s okay,” Dean repeated, looking down at Sam with conviction in his eyes. “It’s gonna be okay. Now c’mon, let’s get you in the shower. Maybe some hot water will do you good.”

“Yeah…yeah alright, De. Will- will you join me?”

“Sure, baby. I can do that.”

anonymous asked:

I'm so happy you're accepting prompts again!!! OMG OMG I wanna see Sasuke arriving late on Sarada's brithday and Sarada giving him sass and all xD

A/N: Hey! Thanks for the prompt! First one ;)

WHAT A GREAT IDEA. I’ll do my best :3

Send me more prompts guys!!


He’s not gunna show up. He’s not. He promised he’d be home, and he lied. I should have known better than to believe him. I should’ve known. I should probably just stop car-

“Sarada, can you help me set up?”

“Yes, mama.”

Mama smiled, but I could tell that her smile wasn’t the real kind. It wasn’t the same smile she gave papa, when he was here. There was sadness in it.

“I told you he wouldn’t come,” I murmured, putting the dishes in place. Mama didn’t answer, and I didn’t want to look up at her face to see that sad smile again. So I kept talking. “And by the way, I still don’t understand why we had to invite Bolt-kun. You know he’s only gunna cause problems and be mean to me and tease me because I can’t activate my sharingan.”

“Your father has an important role to fill in the village. He’s protecting us. And what did I tell you about Bolt?” Mama reminded, with a teasing smile that was more real than the other one.

I rolled my eyes. “He doesn’t like me like that. And besides,” I scrunched my nose distastefully, “as if I would ever kiss him. He’s gross. He totally picks his nose in class and doesn’t care. And he’s so dumb. He always scores real low on our exams, and he doesn’t even care. And I don’t understand why Auntie Hinata doesn’t reprimand him because he’s not gunna become a good shinobi that way and-“

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