someone please tell me what i did wrong

50 Prompts! (Dialogue) ~Send up to 3 with a character~

  1. “ are you okay? ”
  2. “ you don’t look so good ”
  3. “ sit down, you look faint ”
  4. “ have you eaten today? ”
  5. “ please, just rest for a minute please ”
  6. “ i’m worried about you ”
  7. “ what the hell happened? ”
  8. “ did someone do this to you? ”
  9. “ what’s wrong? ”
  10. “how long has this been going on?
  11. “why didn’t you tell me? ”
  12. “ i can’t not care about you ”
  13. “ don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine ”
  14. “Don’t worry about the rug, Are you okay?”
  15. “It’s not what it looks like"
  16. “You can’t keep doing this”
  17. “I’m going to take care of you, okay?”
  18. “Let me take care of you”
  19. “Woah, easy… Don’t pass out on me yet”
  20. “what are you doing here?”
  21. “Leave me alone!”
  22. “What happened to you?”
  23. “How are you not cold?”
  24. “Were you crying?”
  25. “Hey what’s going on?”
  26. “What’s going on?”
  27. “Talk to me!“
  28. “Please, come with me.”
  29. “I can’t do this.”
  30. “I won’t let you.”
  31. “Honestly, just stop it.”
  32. “I believe in you.”
  33. “Please talk to me.”
  34. “Is that my shirt?”
  35. “So, it was you.”
  36. “I need to go.”
  37. “Just stay with me.”
  38. “Will you help me?”
  39. “I’m not doing this.”
  40. “I really need you.”
  41. “Let me help you.”
  42. “Sorry, were you sleeping?”
  43. “You look really tired.”
  44. “You need to go lay down.”
  45. “I don’t feel so well”
  46. “You look unwell”
  47. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
  48. “Was that your stomach?”
  49. “I think I’m going to puke”
  50. “Here, let me help you.”
Things I have said while playing Dragon Age: Inquisition so far, as recorded by my flatmate

- You can’t stop me, I can jump wherever I want

- Well that was rude

- Hey boys

- Oh shit, fuck

- Fucking shades I hate you

- Please someone stop me from burning to death that would be marvellous

- Oh fuck goddamn

- Why are there so many damn shades I really fucking hate shades

- What are we doing kids?? Are we all dying like i am??

- If I die then we’ll know we did the wrong thing

- Why are you Welsh?? You’re a bloody elf that doesn’t make any sense!

- Shut the fuck up you sexy dwarf

- Fucking Welsh elves, telling me what to do

- (Manic laughter, strawberry lace dangling out of mouth)

- Sorry I made you jump off a tower

- Yes let’s kill them all (giggles) dead. Death death death.

    concerned meme

  • are you okay?
  • you don’t look so good
  • sit down, you look faint
  • have you eaten today?
  • please, just rest for a minute please
  • i’m worried about you
  • what the hell happened?
  • did someone do this to you?
  • what’s wrong?
  • how long has this been going on?
  • why didn’t you tell me?
  • i can’t not care about you
  • don’t tell me you’re fine. this is not fine

Did you lose me? Or did I lose you? Did I make you leave? Did I push you away like everyone else? Did you just give up? Was I too much? Too sad? Too deep? Too clingy? Please, please, just tell me what I did wrong. Please. I don’t want you back, you broke me, but I need to change something before I lose someone else.

RFA+Saeran Suicidal MC

Can you write headcanons for the rfa and saeran with an mc who wants to kill herself because she feels like she doesn’t matter and nothing she does will ever matter

I got this prompt before things went downhill on my end, and I’m so sorry it has taken me a while until I was able to write this for you, anon.

I really hope you’re doing okay, and know that you’re loved. Please if you need help, remember to talk to loved ones, friends, or to look up suicide hotlines for your area (Google as an incognito mode if you’re stressed about your history). If you’re thinking of therapy I used to use They had an app and it was nice not having to voice all the negatives, just writing them down. And some places offer free therapy as well.

Do not be ashamed for wanting/needing help. It’s so much better than the alternative.


- He showered you with compliments on the daily.

- He didn’t know you. You were still just some person behind a text message screen.

- Why did he care so much?

- Out of the camera’s prying eyes, you locked yourself in the late Rika’s room, curling up beside her bed.

- She was so much better than you in every way, so much more lovable, likeable. No one ever batted an eye to you unless it was just to be flirted with.

- You knew those advances would go away the moment they saw you for who you were.

- Some over-depressed whiny fuck.

-  You covered your face, hating how harsh you had to be to yourself, when you heard the phone ring. You peaked over, the action seemingly taking over a year, but you recognized the face on the ID.

- Zen.

- You answered, a low “Hello”, to which he acted surprised to.

- “Eh? Are you sick? Did our RFA princess get a cold?

- Silence. Long enough that you heard him shuffle with the phone, probably to check if you were still on the line.

- “Mc? Hey, are you okay?

- “Why do you care?”

- “…What kind of question is that?

- You scoffed.

- “Hey, whats up? What’s wrong?

- “What, you going to just flirt with me? Save the damsel in distress who you don’t even know?” You swallowed, the action making your throat feel like it was being torn apart. 

- “I do know-

- “No you don’t! You don’t even know what I look like, let alone how I act! How I really am! Just some selfish fuck up who can’t even compare to that Rika girl you all keep talking about!”

- Silence again, and your felt your heart manage to break even more. “That’s what I thought, you can’t even-”

- “No, I’m still here. I’m listening.

- “To what?”

- “To you. To you venting. Mc, please just. Keep going.

- Out of anger you did. Anger towards yourself, towards the group. He listened. He listened as anger turned into broken sobs that had your chest heaving.

- He kept quiet for a moment, making sure he wasn’t interrupting you again.

- “You’re right, I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like, but you know what? I don’t care. Because while I don’t know you that well, I know already you’re a good person. You’re helping us while your heart is so burdened with stress, while you have the weight of us on your shoulders. Do you know how many others would do that? None. In fact, the one that did is gone now. And even as upset you are with us talking about her, you’re still willing to help, you’re still willing to listen to idiot romantics like me, while you’re struggling so much. But you know what? We’re here for you. These strangers that you’re taking care of, we’re here for you too. No matter how silly, no matter how late, you can call me. Text me. If you feel like this please, please, just talk to me or one of the guys who makes you feel more comfortable, if you can’t talk to anyone else. Just please, yell at me, blame me, but god please don’t do anything to yourself.

- “I-I-I’m so ssorry-”

- “Don’t. We all have our bad moment. When I see you at that party, I’ll give you all the hugs I can’t give you right now, and all the ones no one else was able to give you. So stick around until then at least, okay?”

- You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “O-Okay.”

- He stayed on the phone with you to calm you down, getting you to agree to sleep on the couch so Seven could make sure you were okay. He stayed on the phone for hours, just listening, singing at times, humming encouragement. 

- And when the two of you finally met, he couldn’t let go of you, and you never wanted to let go of him.


- He was used to coming home and you greeting him with a smile, warming his heart and taking the stress from work that day. Even Elizabeth 3rd didn’t have that effect all the time

- But seeing you curled up on the bed, motionless, face soaked in tears, had him dropping his suitcase and rushing to you

- “Mc? Mc, are you alright?”

- You weakly looked up at him, dried eyed threatening to tear up again. “No.” God, every part of you hurt admitting that, but you just wanting some emotion to grace you, something other than pain and numbness

- “Do I need to call the doctor? It’ll just-”

- “No, no please, just.” You weakly reached out for his hand, and he immediately grasped yours. Even just tilting your head felt like it took your whole energy reserve away. “I need you.”

- He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Love, please. What’s wrong?”

- “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

- “About what?”

- “I’m such a fucking waste of space Jumin, I can’t do anything right anymore.”

- He jerked away slightly, looking you in the eyes.

- “Don’t you dare even begin to think that. Don’t you dare.”

- Tears starting spilling from your eyes again as you were forced to look directly at him, your shoulders shaking.

- “But I am-”

- “No,” He kissed your forehead, but his voice was stern, even slightly shaky. “You are the most amazing thing to happen to me, you are the best thing to grace my presence each morning I open my eyes, you are so much more than that, mc. Please.”

- You had never seen Jumin cry, but now you felt it. He was holding you tight, burying his face in your hair, as he struggled to keep composed as his body shook.

- “Please, mc. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

- You clung tightly to him, muttering a mantra of apologies as he made a mental list of how to help you exactly.

- He would going to start telling you he loved you six times a day, kiss you every moment he could, call you every small two minute break he had just to tell you he thought of you. 

- God, just anything. Anything to keep you here with him, and to feel like yourself again. Not this husk.


- Jaehee knew a few of the signs, just from excessive research she did after hearing about the late Rika.

- Maybe a few other reasons

- The two of you were closing up the shop for the night, you washing the dishes as she swept. However, she had stopped ages ago, watching you stare at a knife with a dead-eyed half lidded stare.

- She knew. 

- Slowly, she walked behind you, taking your hands in hers and getting the knife away from you, holding you from behind.

- “Mc, don’t.”

- That’s all she said. She wasn’t even 100% sure that was what you were thinking, but you bursting into tears on the spot confirmed it.

- She cut the sink off, wrapping you in one of the fluffy clean towels, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her.

- She wanted to cry, felt like she needed to, but she held it in. For you, just for you. Just anything to make you happy.

- “Jaehee, I can’t- It’s so painful- I can’t even breathe-”

- “Shhh,” She kissed the back of your head, waiting for you to cry it out.

- When you finished, she turned you around, kissing the corners of your eyes.

- “We’re going to get you to a doctor.”

- “Jaehee, no-”

- “Yes,” Her voice cracked a bit, and she took a deep breath. “Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve learned so much about myself, I’m finally enjoying my life again, I feel like I finally learned what it’s like to feel alive-”

- “With me gone, you’ll-”

- “I’ll break, I’ll be in shambles. And I never, ever, want to see you like that. I never want to see your beautiful, shining, radiant face devoid of life. If that happened, I’d die, Mc. I would just stop.”

- She took a moment to rub her eyes, then to kiss you.

- “Please, please, just talk to me. I promise I love you, I promise I will do everything I can. Just please, god. Don’t hurt yourself.”


- Everything had been numb until now.

- Bad grades? Still workless? Numb.

- Yoosung drowning in games while you silently and mentally begged for his attention? Numb.

- You weren’t even sure what had snapped in you today, but as he was discussing a test he failed, sad over it, but a bit happy it wasn’t as bad as his past grades

- And you just broke down in tears

- He froze up, trying to figure out what he said wrong as you buried your face in your knees.

- “Mc? Mc, what happened? Are you okay?”

- He gingerly touched you, scared of provoking more tears, but when you leaned a bit closer he managed to bring your face up to look at him.

- “Mc, please, please, tell me what is wrong.”

- He was so scared. Were you going to break up with him? Did someone hurt you? What was happening?

- After a few moments of choked sobbing and garbled mutterings, you managed to clear your throat enough.

- “Yo-Yoosung, I can’t stand this anymore.”

- Oh god, you were breaking up, weren’t you? He took a deep breath. “Stand what?”

- “Just, I don’t fuckcing know,” you covered your face again. “Living. I can’t.”

- His heart sunk. Immediately he pulled you to him, tears already leaking.

- “Do-Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, Mc. Please, god, don’t you dare.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, he didn’t want to even jinx it. “Please, god, don’t. I don’t know what I’d do.”

- You outright wailed.

- “I don’t have a job, I’m such a disgrace, I just-”

- “No,” He pushed your face into his shoulder, refusing to have you keep on. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, or the people around you. God, please, I went through this with Rika, Mc, just please, please, let me help you. I couldn’t-” His voice broke, “I couldn’t help her, please, god, let me help you.”

- The two of you broke down, just rocking back and forth on his bed, sobbing together. You, feeling so ashamed and sick. Yoosung, so scared and guilty. 

- After the two of you cried it out a bit, he covered you in kisses, refusing to stop until he felt like you knew how much he loved you. 

- He’d nearly beg Jumin to have him help you get help. He didn’t care if he had to become a slave to C&R for the rest of his life. Anything was better than losing you.


- No matter what you did, how much you told him you loved him, he pushed you away. 

- You couldn’t understand why for the life of you. He was so in love with you a while ago, and now it’s just this?

- It was you, right? You did something. You weren’t who he thought you were…Right?

- He didn’t even notice you leave the house.

- You threw your phone somewhere outside, and just walked. Walked until your feet felt sore, until your legs couldn’t take it.

- When you finally stopped, you were at an old park bench. It was late in the afternoon, almost dark, so no kids were around. You sat down, and held it in as you thought about what you were going to do.

- There was a river nearby, so that was an option, wasn’t it? And if you truly needed to you could fashion your sweater into some noose. It wouldn’t be too hard if you had your phone.

- Phone… Right. You threw that somewhere, didn’t you? You couldn’t even look up proper ways of killing yourself, could you? Managed to fuck up right until the end.

- You laughed to yourself, and as you did it slowly turned into hiccups. Into sobs.

- Soon you were sobbing on this abandoned park bench, like some fool. Some lovestruck fool that had no one to love her back.

- You didn’t know how long you were there, not until a loud screeching noise hit your ears, causing you to blink at the bright lights in front of you.

- “Mc? Oh thank god, thank god.”

- Seven ran to you, pulling you off the bench and hugging you tight.

- “I was so scared, I was so fucking scared. Are you okay? Are you hurt-”

- You shook him off, shooting a bitter glare his way.

- “Why do you care?”

- You could see the life leave him. He instantly teared up, reaching for you.

- “God, mc, I do, I do, god i do please. Please please, please pleaseplease, don’t do this-”

- “What, push you away like you-”

- He pulled you into a sloppy, wet, kiss. His tears mingling with his inability to kiss properly.

- “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve you. I just get so scared- I’m so gross, so disgusting, so stupid, Mc. And you’re so smart, so kind, so fucking calm. And I don’t deserve you, not in the slightest, but here you are,” He managed a weak, choked, laugh. “Finally realizing…”

- He held you close, refusing to let go, as he sobbed into your chest. “God, mc, please. Come home, lets talk, and then you can beat me within an inch of my life, but please god don’t leave me, don’t, not like this. Not like this, just any other way, not like this.”

- You put your stubbornness aside. Still angry, but longing some validation.

- The two of you settled in his car, awkwardly cuddling in the back seat in the abandoned parking lot, trying to calm down enough to drive.

- And in that time frame, you realized he was just as scared as you were. Once he heard your plans, he begged you to get help, he even promised he would come along to therapy, just anything so you didn’t harm yourself like you were thinking. He needed to know you were safe, and he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop you.

- But you knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to push you away anymore, not even if his mind told him to. You deserved more.


- When he saw your recent search histories, he nearly broke down himself, recognizing a few of the searches as ones he used to look up himself.

- You, the wonderful woman who welcomed him with open arms. Despite those he hurt, despite him trying to hurt you. When you first saw him, you immediately hugged him so tightly, whispering on how thankful you were that he was alright.

- Something he would never forget.

- And here he was, reading the results you got for painless suicide methods. Once he saw one connected to your recent behavior, he shot out of his seat and sprinted to wherever you could be.

- When he found you, he was the one to break into sobs. He was so mad, so fucking mad, that he couldn’t stay composed, but he needed you, he needed you so bad.

- He fell to his knees, clinging onto your legs.

- “Mc, please god, please don’t do it, please for fucking gods sake don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me with an empty bed and guilt, god Mc I can’t take it, I can’t.”

- As soon as he started sobbing, you connected the pieces pretty quickly, and felt your own tears pour.

- You slowly met him on the floor, where he held you in a death-like grip, begging you without any shame.

- “Why, why, why? Why?”

- “I’m just. Worthless, Saera-”

- “Don’t you fucking even think that for one moment. I’ve killed people, mc, I’ve killed people worse than you, I’ve beaten people. God, Mc, I’m worse than you. If anything I’m the one more deserving to go rather than you.”

- He broke down again, ending up blubbering. “If you go I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the only thing keeping me sane, please god Mc, please don’t. Please. Please.”

- He just kept begging, and you started to wail.

- The two of you stayed on the floor just cuddling each other, unsure of what else to do. It took hours until the both of you could stop crying, until the both of you held hands so tightly and talked about the help for you to get.

- He would do anything, just anything, for his beautiful heaven like sky not to be taken away from him.

‘how perfect?’ (derek hale drabble)

it’s almost a week later and here tf i am with these damn vday drabbles. enjoy this hunk!

(gifs aren’t mine!!)

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t.” ft Derek Hale

You and Derek dated secretly for a little over five months. You thought things were going well when Derek walked up to you two days ago. You thought he was finally okay with telling the pack. You were, of course, wrong. He grabbed you by the arm during the middle of a pack meeting and pulled you into his study, slamming the door behind him. He kept pacing back and forth, eyes never meeting yours as he slowly explained to you that he no longer wanted to date you. He wanted nothing to do with you, personally or professionally. His outburst surprised you, but you walked out with your head held high. The rest of the pack didn’t know what was going on or why you wouldn’t show up to the meetings, but you managed to give them viable excuse after viable excuse.

Today is probably the most annoying day of all after your fall out with Derek. Today is Valentine’s day, a national holiday to remind you of both your loneliness and your rotten luck. The rest of the pack had gone out on a couple’s dinner sort of thing, and Lydia made a point to invite you every day, but you couldn’t go. Not because of Derek’s sorry ass but because you didn’t wanna be the seventh or ninth wheel.

So instead, you’re at home. You’re dressed in a comfy crop top and baggy sweats, a bowl of ice cream in one hand and a bag of hot chips in the other. You set your snacks down on the table and before your ass can hit the sofa, you hear rapid knocking on your door.

“I’m coming! Jesus,” you grumble, walking to the door as the knocking becomes more incessant.

Your mind immediately jumps to the worst conclusion as you twist open the locks of your door. What if your friends were hurt? What if “couples dinner” was code for attack??? You quickly unlock the door only to find Derek on the other end. He looked like a complete wreck, and the terrible feeling rushed through you again.

“Derek, what is it?” You whisper, keeping yourself together as you let Derek in, closing the door behind him. He stands in the small hallway, not moving. “Derek please tell me what’s wrong? Is someone hurt? Did something happen? What–?”

“I can’t stop thinking about you… I can’t,” Derek repeats the words, almost as though apologizing to you.

Originally posted by trevanterhodes

“W-what?” You hesitantly place a hand on his shoulder and he looks up at you, his tired sea green eyes meeting your gentle ones.

“I’m so sorry. But I can’t stop thinking about you. I go to sleep every night, picturing you next to me. I wake up every damn morning wishing I could kiss your forehead one last time. I can’t sleep, I can’t focus, you’re clouding my every thought, Y/N,” Derek’s voice breaks as he falls to his knees in front of you.

“Derek,” you whisper, gently running your fingers through his hair as he buries his face in your stomach.

“I don’t want you to get hurt, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do if you got hurt,” he wraps his arms around your legs and let’s it all out.

You lower yourself so you’re face to face with him as he tells you about a new threat, a vampire coven. The pack had never dealt with a coven before, but they’d heard rumours about how ruthless they could be. They’d take the pack’s weakest link and tear them to bits. Derek didn’t trust himself around you, he didn’t want to risk your life so he broke things off and pushed you away.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Derek whispers, gently cupping your face. You lean into his touch and close your eyes.

“It’s okay, Der. I feel better now… at least it’s not my fault,” you look up and meet his loving eyes.

“Is that what you thought?” His eyes search yours before leaning forward and placing light kisses all over your face. “It’s not at all your fault. You’re perfect.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far, but I am pretty damn great, huh?” You smirk as Derek chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re perfect, I swear.”

“How perfect?” You whisper, biting your lip as Derek stills in front of you, eyes landing on your lips.

“Let me show you.”

Clip “Snakket ikke om han”(“Didn’t talk about him”) - at 11:21, 26.04

Text from mom:
Are you going to serve your friends food on Friday? 
We won’t be home until late, but I can make something you could heat up?

Text from Sara:
It’s ok to bring alcohol for the bus meeting, right?

(Even comes up behind her)

Even: Hey.

Sana: Hey!

Even: Everything alright?

Sana: Yeah.

Even: I heard that you and Isak were talking about Mikael?

Sana: …uh yeah, or well, he saw a picture of Mikael on my Facebook.

Even: Okay? 

Sana: We didn’t talk about him, or anything.

Even: How are the boys?

Sana: Good.

Even: What is Elias up to these days, then?

Sana: Elias, he..has a gap year. Just messing about, like usual. Leeching off of mom and dad.

Even: You have to say hi to your mom and tell her I miss her chebakia.

Sana: I’ll do that.

Even: Sana, that chebak-

Isak: Hello

Even: Hi! I was just asking Sana if she knew where you were.

Isak: Yeah, here I am. You joining me to Mcdonald’s, with Jonas? 

Even: Of course.

Isak: Swell. You joining? 

Sana: No, thanks.

Isak: Let’s go?

Even: Yeah.

Isak: Bye!

Sana: Bye.

Even: See ya.

Originally posted by island-delver-go


But please, someone who knows, tell me what food Even mentions that he misses. Thank you to the anon who informed me it is called ‘chebakia’ - I had such troubles making out what he said..!

Edit: How did I get McDonald’s wrong (Macdonalds)? Guess that goes to show how “often” I eat there.

I guess I wrote this and never posted it?

Prompt: Kakashi finds out his wife is pregnant before the war.

Rating: T

Pairing:Kakashi x Reader because I’m garbage

The unforgiving winter of Konoha was at its peak as you walked down the blustery cobblestone road. You wrapped your scarf tighter around your neck, burying your nose beneath the wool as you held your sides. The wind blew against your already rosy cheeks, stinging your skin as you looked up to read the signs.

You walked into the convenience store a few blocks from your apartment and finally exhaled in the presence of warm air. Your lungs thanked you, and you grabbed a basket.

You looked at your list:
Eggs, bread, milk.

You gathered your belongings, making sure to look like this wasn’t the only thing you were here for. Carefully, you walked down the family planning aisle, staring at the pregnancy test as if it could just tell you the answer without having to go through the painful process of purchasing it.

You put it in the middle of your purchase as you lined them up, thinking that this process wouldn’t make the cashier think too much of the famous Kakashi of the Sharingan’s fiancé to be buying a pregnancy test. Especially at the brink of a war.

Your fingers shook as you paid for your items and bundles yourself, quickly exiting and making your way back home. Your mind raced, thinking of if it were true or perhaps your hormones were just out of wack with the impending stress load that was projected to double in the upcoming weeks.

That time of the month had come and gone without a speck of blood. You tried not to worry, but the more you put it off, the more the symptoms persisted. The unexplained weight gain, the irritability, the breast swelling - you couldn’t ignore them anymore.

“You’re home early,” Kakashi stood in the kitchen, a bowl of leftovers in his hand as he shoveled it in his mouth. His mask pooled around his neck and he smiled at you with a mouth full of salmon.

“I wasn’t feeling well,” you told him, avoiding his eyes.

“Again?” He put his bowl down on the table as you stripped off your winter wear. Chewing still, he put his fingers to your forehead and stopped you.

“You don’t seem feverish,” he pointed out. “Perhaps you should make an appointment with the doctors?”

“That’s rich, coming from the person who never sees the doctor,” you swatted his hand away. He looked at you, frowning as he swallowed his food. His eyebrows knitted together.

“What’s wrong with you?” He asked, his tone changing to match yours.

“Nothing,” you stuffed the small pregnancy test in your pocket, handing him the grocery bag. “Could you put these away?”

His eyebrows rose with the sudden change in your tone. Blinking, he took the bag from your hand and watched you as you walked into the bathroom, locking the door.

* * * * * * * *
You couldn’t breathe. It felt like your chest may cave in as you stared down at the little piece of plastic.


It was the third pregnancy test you had taken this week. You had gone to different stores within Konoha just to purchase them without causing rumors to spread. All of them had been positive.

You could feel your hands tingling as you stood up, thinking of how you would tell Kakashi. With the political heat escalating and the missions becoming more dangerous, he has been stressed enough trying to protect he village. Now he would have something else to protect. If Konoha were to go to war, he surely would be distracted with a pregnant fiancé at home.

This was not supposed to happen, you thought. This was the last thing that was supposed to happen and you wondered how you had been so careless. Perhaps you had missed a day on your pill. Or perhaps it has been when you were sick a few months ago and your pill hadn’t worked. Your mind raced, trying to figure out this puzzle.

* * * * * *
It had been a week since you found out. You contemplated how you would tell him, thinking of different scenarios as the days passed. You continued to push it off, afraid of how he would react.

“Kakashi?” You stood in the doorway of your bedroom, watching him as he wrapped his ankles with bandages for the day.

He didn’t look up, and you observed him from afar, his hair still askew from sleep.


“Can I talk to you?” You asked hesitantly. Finally, he looked up, his eyes tired as he stopped his preparations.

“Is something wrong?” He asked.

“Not exactly,” you looked away. You felt yourself begin to shake, your nerves enveloping you.

What if he was mad? What if he didn’t want the baby? What if he said you couldn’t afford to keep it? What if he had too many responsibilities? What if it stressed him out?

He watched you for a moment before looking down, cutting the tape of his bandage off and placing it to the bed.

Kakashi stood up, walking over to you. You were much shorter than him, and he had to dip is head to try and meet the eyes that you kept avoiding. You turned your head, wrapping your arms around your waist.

“Is there something wrong?” He asked again, this time his voice was more stern.

You felt your chin quiver and you bit your lip, inhaling a shaky breath. Emotions bubbled up in your chest and you felt Kakashi take your shoulders.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he told you, sounding more concerned.

“I can’t,” you managed, tears spilling out.

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid.”

Kakashi let go of you, and took a step back. You looked up, seeing the look in his eyes that seemed like he was afraid.

“Did something happen?” He managed. “Did- I mean - are you - is there someone else?”

You quickly shook your head, “no, not at all. It’s not that.”

His eyebrows came to a point, “than what is it?”

A tear streamed down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it away.

“Please don’t be mad,” you told him.

Kakashi took a step back, taking your shoulders again.

“What is it?” He asked, his voice frustrated.

“I shouldn’t have said anything,” you reacted, pulling away. Anxiety was taking over you.

“[y/n]!” His voice was stern, “I can’t help you if you won’t tell me what’s wrong.”

“I’m pregnant!” You finally exclaimed, beginning to cry now. “I’m pregnant, okay? I’m sorry! I’ve been hiding it from you and I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I’m sorry, I know you have so much to do and the war and -”

“[y/n],” he breathed, taking a step closer to you. He touched your shoulder and you looked up, meeting his eyes with yours.

“You mean it?” He asked, his voice shaking. “Are you sure?”

You blinked, “I took three tests. They were all positive.”

Suddenly, you were wrapped in his arms, his face being buried in the crook of your neck. He held you tight, feeling his body become stiff.


“I could never be mad,” he exhaled, his voice cracking against your skin. You reached up, holding onto him as you realized how emotional he was.

“You mean it?” You asked.

He laughed against your ear, his clothes lips tickling your skin. You couldn’t tell if he was crying, but his voice sounded as though he was holding back so many emotions.

He pulled away, looking you in the eye with a small smile.

“With this impending war- with all the turbulence in the village -” he paused, “this is the best news I’ve heard in a very long time. I have one more thing to fight for now.”

HC that at 21, Minami moves his home rink to the US to train under Celestino, because he wants to follow in Yuuri’s footsteps.

He’s there for all of three months before Celestino sits him down one day, looks him straight in the eye, and tells him he’s ending their contract early.

And Minami is just heartbroken because. What did I do wrong coach please tell me I promise to get better and I’ll listen to everything you say and I’ll never complain ever again and I’ll spend all my free time practicing to get better so pl-

And Celestino just stops him with the look.

And Minami’s just sitting there all teary eyed, as if someone has just kicked his puppy, and Celestino rolls his eyes at the dramatics before finally saying, “Viktor and Yuuri have decided to start taking on more skaters to coach.”

And Minami stops short, tears completely forgotten.  Because holy shit this is everything he’s ever wanted ever since he found out they’d started coaching Yuri Plisetsky the year before and he needs to hurry up and call them and officially request to be their student and-

Celestino stops his internal screeching.

“I’ve already put in a good word for you with them,” he says. “Yuuri was ecstatic about the idea of taking you on.”

Minami almost dies right there because holy shit YUURI FREAKING KATSUKI-NIKIFOROV wants to coach him and he thinks he’s just died and gone to heaven and he immediately tackles Celestino in a hug, squealing about how he’s his favourite coach in the whole wide world and Celestino just laughs like, “Don’t you lie to me, child.”

And within two weeks Minami has already packed up his whole life and moved back home to Japan, and the moment he lands in his own country he just starts sobbing because he’d missed it so much despite having been away for only three and a half months.

But then he sees Yuuri waiting for him and promptly dies because his idol has come to pick him up from the airport this is the greatest day in his entire life

Prompt List of Sarcasm [2]

Prompt List of Sarcasm: One 

  1. “I just know something bad is going to happen.” 
  2. “You don’t look like an angel.” 
  3. “This is who I am. Nobody said you had to like it.” 
  4. “Don’t talk. Please.” 
  5. “I’ll make my own decisions, thank you.” 
  6. “This is the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 
  7. “Thank you, Captain Obvious.” 
  8. “Whoop! Whoop! Over-reaction alert!” 
  9. “It’s so ugly… I LOVE IT!” 
  10. “You lucky bastard.” 
  11. “We’re young. We’re fine. Let’s do some damage.” 
  12. “Who’s the bitch now, bitch?” 
  13. “I picked a helluva a day to quit drinking.” 
  14. “What’s that? Your stripper money?” 
  15. “Don’t you just hate those things you say that make you feel really blonde?” 
  16. “When I say problem, I mean global crisis.” 
  17. “Well, you don’t need to be snarky about.” 
  18. “If KARMA doesn’t hit you, I’ll do it.” 
  19. “Did you just fall?” “No, I attacked the floor.” “Backwards?” “I’m freaking talented!” 
  20. “Of course I can see you. I’m not blind you know.” 
  21. “The world can be amazing when you’re slightly strange.” 
  22. “Life is too short to wear boring clothes.” 
  23. “You throw punches, I throw insults.” 
  24. “Wow, I wish I could speak whale.” 
  25. “Sometimes I forget my middle name.” 
  26. “Let me just pound your head into the cement quick.” 
  27. “Yeah, I got that from your 600 voicemails.” 
  28. “I love the way your foul little mind works.” 
  29. “Haha, made you look.” 
  30. “Have you ever tried to run in heels?” 
  31. “Oh honey, I have a fake laugh with your name written all over it.” 
  32. “That is the stupidest thing I have ever heard come out of your mouth.” 
  33. “All due respect, but that’s a bunch of crap.” 
  34. “Generally speaking, you aren’t learning much when your lips are moving.” 
  35. “Brains aren’t everything. In fact, in your case, they are nothing.” 
  36. “How did you get here? Did someone leave your cage open.” 
  37. “I hope karma slaps you in the face before I do.” 
  38. “Well aren’t we just a freakin’ ray of sunshine.” 
  39. “I’m the dumbest smart person you’ll ever meet.” 
  40. “You say I’m a bitch like it’s a bad thing.”
  41. “Do you want me to accept you as you are, or do you want me to lie to myself and try to like you?” 
  42. “I could do that, but I won’t.” 
  43. “How come you’re here? I thought the zoo is closed at night…” 
  44. “You’re just jealous because the voices are talking to me.” 
  45. “Oh, honey, don’t feel bad. There’s a lot of people out there who don’t have talent!” 
  46. “I’d like to kick you in the teeth, but why should I improve your looks?” 
  47. “Sorry… I wasn’t born with a filter.” 
  48. “At least there’s one thing good about your body. It isn’t as ugly as your face.” 
  49. “I’d like to see things from your point of view, but I can’t seem to get my head that far up your ass.” 
  50. “People would follow him anywhere, but only out of morbid curiosity.” 
  51. “You grow on people, but so does cancer.” 
  52. “It’s always darkest before dawn. So if you’re going to steal your neighbor’s newspaper, that’s the time to do it.” 
  53. “Always remember that you’re unique. Just like everyone else.” 
  54. “If I throw a stick, will you leave?” 
  55. “Not all men are annoying. Some are dead.” 
  56. “And that’s why women living longer.” 
  57. “Well, this day was a total waste of makeup.” 
  58. “I’m trying to imagine you with a personality.” 
  59. “If we killed everybody who hates you, it wouldn’t be murder, it would be an apocalypse!” 
  60. “This is an excellent time for you to become a missing person.” 
  61. “Are you always this stupid or are you making a special effort today?” 
  62. “I’m busy now. Can I ignore you some other time?” 
  63. “Don’t let your mind wander, it’s far too small to be let out on it’s own.” 
  64. “Don’t you realize that there are already enough people to hate in the world without you putting in so much effort to give us another?” 
  65. “I don’t know what makes you some dumb but it really works.” 
  66. “Don’t thank me for insulting you. It was my pleasure.” 
  67. “I’m impressed. I’ve never met such a small mind inside a big head before.” 
  68. “You are not as bad as people say. You are much, much worse.” 
  69. “Please keep talking. I always yawn when I am interested.” 
  70. “What do I say?” “I hear “hello” is really popular.” 
  71. “My ex had one very annoying habit. Breathing.” 
  72. “Please don’t interrupt me when I’m talking to myself.” 
  73. “You did what with who for how many muffins?” 
  74. “Heaven won’t take me and hell’s afraid I’ll take over.” 
  75. “I’m still drunk from last night.” 
  76. “I’m sorry for the mean, awful, accurate things I said.” 
  77. “Zombies ear brains. You’re safe.” 
  78. “If only closed minds came with closed mouths.” 
  79. “I’d agree with you, but then we’d bot be wrong.” 
  80. “Babe, if a woman tell you “You’re right” that’s called sarcasm.” 
  81. “Some people just need a high-five. In the face. With a chair.” 
  82. “There’s someone for everyone, and the person for you is a psychiatrist.” 
  83. “I want to say I’m hear to listen to your problems, but I’m not a therapist and I don’t like you.” 
  84. “Your flexibility amazes me. How do you get your foot in your mouth and your head up your ass all at the same times?” 
  85. “I’m actually not funny. I’m just mean and people think I’m joking.” 
  86. “Oh, you don’t like me? Well have a seat with the rest of the bitches waiting for me to give a fuck.” 
  87. “I’m sorry I slapped you… But you didn’t seem like you would ever stop talking and I panicked.” 
  88. “It’s called karma, and it’s pronounced ‘haha fuck you’.” 
  89. “I’m not jealous, I just don’t like the bitch.” 
  90. “Wanna see how far my six inch heel can go up your ass?” 
  91. “Oops, my bad. I could’ve sworn I was dealing with an adult.” 
  92. “You look like something I drew with my left/right hand.” 
  93. “Keep rolling your eyes. Maybe you’ll find a brain back there.” 
  94. “I’ve got a good heart but this mouth…” 
  95. “I don’t have the energy to pretend to like you today.” 
  96. “I take super hot showers to practice burning in hell.” 
  97. “If you don’t like me and still watch everything I do, BITCH YOU ARE A FAN.” 
  98. “Sweetie, I’m gonna need you to put those few remaining brain cells together and work with me here, okay?” 
  99. “Have you ever had those days when you are holding a stick and everybody looks like a pinata.” 
  100. “The trash gets picked up tomorrow. Be ready.”

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No Use Being Upset Over Them Part 2

Characters: The Mikaelson’s and Reader

Warnings: No humanity! Reader, threats, temporary death, anger, and I think that is it!

Kol was in a rage. You were gone, not just physically, but emotionally too. You weren’t you and that thought consumed Kol at every moment. He could think of nothing else.

“Kol, moping isn’t going to help find Y/N,” Elijah commented barely looking up from his paper. That was the last straw for Kol. All week he’d kept himself in control and not once lashed out at the source of the problem, but now that control was gone.

“DO NOT TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” Kol exploded pinning his brother to the wall by his neck, his vampire face making an appearance.

“Kol! Let him go!” Hayley exclaimed as she and the rest of the family made their way into the room in order to find the source of all the noise.

“Maybe I should, and after I do that I can rip your throat out!” Kol snarled at Hayley.

“As fun as that sounds, I do believe that wouldn’t be worth the trouble Kol,” you spoke up from the entrance of the compound.

“Y/N?” Rebekah asked in shock. You sort of seemed like you, but…you were missing…you.

“You’ll catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that Beks,” you chuckled. Kol had forgotten all about Elijah and was now eyeing you.

“You still…you haven’t turned it on have you?” Kol sighed.

“Why should I? There’s no reason for me to suffer just so others can be happy.”

“Darling, please. You need your humanity.”

“I said no Kol. It’s not like I’m killing people.”

“You haven’t killed anyone?” Klaus asked, astonishment evident in his voice.

“No, I just stopped by to pick up a bag and I did that so I’ll be on my way,” you explained and turned to leave only to find Klaus standing in front of you.

“As much as I would like to just let you leave, I can’t love.”

“Why not? Nothing I’m doing is harmful to any of you,” you pointed out.

“You’re wrong. Now, can we do this the easy way or are you going to make things difficult?” Klaus questioned.

“How do you know that I didn’t anticipate this and cover for myself?”

“What are you talking about?” Kol asked.

“I’ve discovered that Cami can’t be compelled, but she has plenty of friends that can.”

“What did you do?” Klaus growled his face starting to change.

“Nik, don’t! Y/N’s probably bluffing, even without humanity, reason still exists!” Rebekah explained.

“What’s your point?” Klaus demanded, stopping you when you tried to leave.

“Y/N is well aware that doing anything to hurt Camille would be quite the mistake,” Elijah spoke this time.

“I’m going to call Camille and if there is anything wrong, you are going to fix it,” Klaus growled before speeding off to make his phone call.

“Please tell me that you were not stupid enough to actually compel someone close to her,” Elijah sighed.

“That would just be great for you wouldn’t it?” You hummed.

“Actually, it would be rather bothersome.”

“Too bad I don’t care,” you muttered looking at your nails.

“Turns out Y/N was telling the truth!” Klaus exclaimed walking back into the room.

“What did they do?” Hayley asked as everyone else was to stunned to talk.

“Nothing even slightly harmful right Klaus?” you replied.

“Be that as it may, I cannot have you running around in this condition.”

“You can’t stop me. Try it and we’ll see how fast the bodies start piling up,” you threatened.

“Oh, I can stop you,” Klaus smirked before speeding in front of you and snapping your neck.

A/N: Here  is part two! Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Being dicks s/o and being really close to dami?

+ prompt:  can i get an imagine of damian having the biggest crush on smart kind badass reader in school and not knowing exactly how to deal with it???

Hi! So I combined two prompts because it felt fitting and I’m not too sure how this turned out because I think I just let my fingers type away! (I also got distracted by binge-watching Cake Boss and now I’m super hungry!) Slowly working on your requests but they’ll get posted as soon as they are done so no worries! And another great news, we’ve reached over 250 followers and that makes me super happy! THANK YOU  ❤ 

Dick Grayson strolled in to the kitchen, pausing slightly when he sees Alfred taking out a tray of freshly baked cookies and placing them on the counter. He contemplated his decisions briefly before heading towards the older man.

“Master Dick,” Alfred greeted him with a warm smile and Dick smiled back at him. “Care for some cookies and milk, like old times?” He asked and Dick nodded his head as he took a seat near the counter. There’s still something that’s bothering him and he doesn’t quite know how to ask Alfred without the source of his confusion hearing him.

Alfred took out the milk and poured it in to a glass. He then placed it in front of Dick. “I’m surprised the Missus isn’t here with you.” Dick blinked a couple of times before taking out his phone.

“She’s currently meeting her Professor because she finished her thesis last night – she’ll drop by when she’s done.” Dick pocketed his phone and took a whiff of the cookies. “These smell delicious!”

Alfred smiled. “Thank you, Master Dick. They are quite hot at the moment so perhaps you can wait for it to cool just the tiniest bit before eating them.” Alfred pointed out when Dick snatched one cookie from the tray only to drop it back because of how hot it is. “It seems Master Damian is experiencing some problems.” Alfred offered casually and Dick frowned as he looked in the direction of the living room where he had last seen Damian.

“Can you make some tea for him?” Dick asked before picking up a few cookies in his hand and brought his glass with him. “I think I’m going to talk to him…” Dick didn’t wait for Alfred to reply and instead excused himself, heading to the living room.

Damian is still sitting at the same spot – the sofa facing the TV although the TV is switched off – and his expression is full of concentration. He wondered briefly if he should try to sneak up behind Damian and scare him. The last time he did that, Damian had managed to land a sucker punch on his face.

So instead, Dick just sat beside Damian, placing the glass of milk on the coffee table. He munched on his cookies and waited for Damian to react to his presence but when it didn’t come by the time he finished the cookies he had managed to snatch, Dick snapped his fingers in front of Damian’s face, causing the latter to startle and Dick leaned back when Damian almost landed another punch to his hand.

“It’s just me, Dami.” Dick told the latter and upon seeing him, Damian visibly relaxed and he leaned back against the sofa. “What’s got your panties in a twist, Dami?” Dick asked.

Damian’s expression almost caused Dick to laugh but he knew laughing at Damian would probably result in a physical fight so he just doesn’t. “Don’t be ridiculous, Grayson, I’m not wearing any panties.” Damian grunted before crossing his arms. Dick snorted this time though and Damian’s frown deepened. Sometimes Dick forgets that Damian wasn’t exactly raised “normally” like the rest of them did.

Dick apologized. “Of course, Dami.”

Damian harrumphed and turned to look at Dick. “When is sister going to come?”

Hearing Damian refer to you as ‘sister’ had made Dick feel joyous. Damian is normally against meeting new people or even potential family members and sometimes his mouth just runs a lot of people off. To be quite honest, Dick had actually felt worried about letting you meet his youngest brother but alas, after all the puppy looks you gave him, Dick relented and to his surprise, Damian and you hit off quite nicely.

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anonymous asked:

ok but Bucky giving his baby beard burn tho when he's in between Steve's legs. ahaha. PS keep studying !!!!!! <3 u r the best (; PPS saw someone requested jealous steve tho ... hope u try it most likely steve is jealous bc he's used to Bucky giving all his attention to him.

Steve sulked in the bathroom. He’d seen Bucky talking to some agent and immediately his insecurities about himself came back. Before, when he’d been small and frail, no one took a second glance at him, apart from Bucky. 

Bucky had always made sure Steve knew he loved him, no matter what he looked like. But it still made him feel self conscious when he saw Bucky with other people. He felt inadequate, like he was just holding Bucky back. 

The tears came before he could stop them. He sat down in the bath tub and let the water kiss his naked body. He wrapped his arms around his knees and sobbed into his arms. Why was he like this? He hated feeling so unsure, so broken. He was a mess and Bucky deserved someone who didn’t lose their heads every other day. 

He was so lost in his own head that he didn’t hear the elevator stop at their floor and he didn’t notice the bathroom door opening. 

“Stevie?” Bucky asked, pulling back the shower curtain. Sniffling, Steve curled in on himself and wiped his eyes. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, bottom lip trembling, “s-sorry, I-I - 

“Baby, what happened?” Bucky crouched down by the tub and kissed Steve all over his face, “oh, sweetheart, tell me what’s wrong.” 

Steve closed his eyes and whimpered. He couldn’t handle the concerned, protective look on Bucky’s face. 

“Stevie…baby doll,” Bucky crooned, cupping his face, “honey, please. Tell me what’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” 

Steve shook his head, tears slipping down his cheeks. “I-I’m sorry you’re st-stuck with me. I’m use-useless. Pa-pathetic, cryin’ all the t-time.” 

“Oh, baby,” Bucky cooed, picking Steve up and wrapped him in a thick fluffy towel. Then he carried Steve back to their bed and sat with him on his lap. “You’re none of those things. You’re perfect and mine.” 

Steve squirmed and buried his face in Bucky’s neck. “Why are you with me? I’m b-broken.” 

Bucky wrapped his arms around his sweetheart’s small waist tightly, he growled low in his throat and kissed Steve’s temple, “you are not broken. I love you, Stevie. I love your bright blue eyes, your laugh and smile. I love how headstrong you are and how adorable you are with me, when we’re alone. 

I love your moans and whimpers, the way you look when you come. I love how you cling to me at night when we’re makin’ love. I love the way you feel against my skin, how beautiful you are. You’re a walkin’ wet dream, baby. Pretty tits, tiny little waist, muscles for miles. You’re beautiful like this and before the serum. Don’t matter what you look like to me, you’re an angel, darlin’.” 

Steve looked up at him and whined, eyes puffy and wide. 

“What is it baby boy?” Bucky asked, stroking Steve’s cheeks, “what can I do to make it all better?” 

Steve blushed and buried his face in Bucky’s neck again, “I wanna - wanna play daddy.” 

“What d'ya wanna do baby?” Bucky asked softly, dipping his head to see Steve’s face.

“Want - wanna be rimmed,” Steve blushed, looking up at Bucky with wide eyes and that pouting mouth of his.

“Oh. You’re so adorable baby,” Bucky grinned and lay Steve out on their bed. “I love you so much sweetheart.”

Steve whimpered and turned over onto his belly and wiggles his butt in Bucky’s face, “please daddy.”

Bucky parted Steve’s cheeks and licked the puckered rim, beginning to suck.

“Ohhh, daddy,” Steve moaned, “oh yes, yes, yes, feels so good -

“Spoilt little boy,” Bucky growled pulling away for a moment to kiss Steve’s warm, round cheeks and slap his bubble butt.

“Daddy…” Steve whined, blushing.

“I love how greedy you are doll. I want you to have everythin’. I’ll give you anythin’ baby boy. Did you get jealous before?” Bucky purring, kissing up Steve’s back.

“Yes-yes daddy,” Steve mewled, arching his back as Bucky ran his tongue down Steve’s back to his bottom.

“You know you’re the only one for me, darlin’,” Bucky grinned, “I love you so much, lovely.”

Steve whimpered, “love you too daddy.”

And then Bucky proceeded to rim Steve until he cried and came in the sheets.

Steve snuggled into Bucky’s embrace with his face in Bucky’s chest. They’d just come out of the bath and changed into fresh clothes. Bucky had cleaned up the bedroom and sheets for Steve to nestle into.

“Baby, open up,” Bucky whispered, holding a spoon to his lips, “gotta eat up.”

Steve opened his mouth and swallowed everything Bucky gave him.

“I love you sweetie,” Bucky said sincerely, “I mean it. That lady was just a friend. You know that?”

“I know,” Steve replied, blushing, “sometimes I just…start thinkin’ I’m not good enough.”

“Well, you are. My little angel,” Bucky said fiercely.

Steve nodded and nuzzled Bucky’s throat, clenching around the plug between his checks, moaning at the feeling of it.

Bucky’s beard had felt wonderful against his skin, and Steve could feel the burn of it. He loved it.

“You’re mine,” Bucky growled, hand on Steve’s throat, “mine.”

Steve sighed happily. Sure, he still had his insecurities but Bucky loved him all the same.

You Made Flowers Grow in My Lungs, but I Couldn’t Breathe

A/N: hey guys, once again I’m sorry for lack of content. This is really mediocre, but like… Here it is ig. This is based off of a fictional disease called the Hanahaki Disease, where a person will cough up petals and flowers due to unrequited love causing flowers to bloom in that person’s lungs (yeah I dunno but I like the idea okay it’s my blog I do what I please). It’s also loosely based off of some fanart I saw. Anyways, please enjoy, this is my first bmc fanfic, I hope it’s good :)

Pairing: Boyf riends

Word count: 4105 (jesus fuck im so sorry im jst emo abt the musical/book also michael)

Warnings: uhh lots of angst, sad michael, drugs, spoilers from the book ending, like literally almost all the dialogue here is pulled directly from or references something in the book, i think that’s everything?

(also, side note: Even though I’m using events and dialogue from the book, the characters look like how they are in the musical, i.e michael isn’t a white-bread motherfucker, neither is christine)

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EXO Reaction when their GF has baby hands and is a little insecure about them

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“You have small hands… I have big hands to protect them… what’s the problem babe? Honestly, you are adorable”


“But look how cute you look when you do this! I would be proud of them if I were you… actually… I’m already proud of you”


“You know what I love? When you caress me with them… why would you even hate them? They are like angel’s feathers”


*There’s no way to feel insecure about them with this boy always kissing your hands and holding them and telling you every five minutes how cute they are*


“What are you talking about? Yeah they might be baby hands… because you are my baby. And I love my baby and everything about her”


“You know… small hands can do amazing things! I can give you some examples if you want… and we can test them” *Sorry I couldn’t help it*


“I mean it jagi… nothing about you is imperfect… please don’t be insecure about it. It breaks my heart seeing you like this”


*Lesson one on how to start loving your hands* “First…. make a heart like this and repeat to yourself, I love my hands, I love my hands and I love Lulu”


*He just doesn’t hate it* “Insecure? But jagi… there’s nothing wrong with them… you are beautiful and flawless… did someone tell you something? Who did?”


“You are adorable jagi… I love you so much. Please let me hold your hand, I feel like I’m protecting my little one when I do” *I mean just by looking at his smile you’ll have a boost in your confidence*


*Little by little he helps you love them, with his own love* “Can you see it? How much I love my girl? How much I love her little hands?”


“But jagi… they fit perfectly in mine… what if they are like this because our hands were made to fit.. like two puzzle pieces”

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Jon Snow - Jealous

Words count: 1231

Warning: NONE


Requested by anonymous: 

7, 8 &19 with Jon Snow please?

Living in Winterfell is very peaceful. Your family sent you to live with the Starks in hopes of Robb Stark liking , and wanting to marry you. Unknown to them that Robb only sees you as a sister and a very close friend. Also unknown to them you are smitten with the Stark bastard 

Jon Snow and yourself have been courting for a long time, though little people do know about that Lord Eddard Stark does know, or that is what you and Jon believe from the approving looks and smiles he send the two of you, whenever you’re together or stealing glanced at each other. Other than that Robb, Arya and Bran know, but the promised to keep it a secret. No one else knows. That gave you an advantage; your parents wouldn’t approve and you know that Lady Stark would also disapprove and you think she’ll treat Jon worse than she already does. The disadvantage is that a lot of men try and bed you and are very smitten with you.

One day you were in the barn with Jon, it was one of the only times you had alone and in peace. Everyone was busy and you decided to keep Jon company as he worked.

“I made you something.” You told Job with a shy smile on your face. You bite your lip as Jon stopped what he was doing and looked at you.

“What is it?” He asked you curious, he knows how good you are at needling. You got the fabric that was wrapped around his present and gave it to him. You watched him in anticipation as he opened it. You were worried that he wouldn’t like it. It was a leather vest with two wolf’s howling on the chest area. It was a warm and comfy l, which was needed in the weather in Winter Fell. Besides Jon’s clothes are a bit tattered and over used. 

“(Y/N) this is amazing.” Jon said with a smile of love and appreciation. You snapped out of your thoughts and a grin broke onto your face.

“I’m so glad you like it.” You told him. “I hope I got the size right.”

“I’m sure it’ll fit me just fine.” Jon said and then his smile fell in realization. “Lady Stark wouldn’t like me wearing this, I’m not a Stark.”

You frowned at his words, your hatred for the woman growing every time you see the pain she causes Job. You don’t understand how can she be so cruel to him all the time, it’s as if her heart is just cold. But you knew she can be so kind.

“I don’t care, you need this.” You told him and took his face in your hands. “just tell her I gave it to you.”

“I’ll wear it but I won’t tell her and cause you any trouble.” Jon said and you gave him a sincere smile.

“You are too kind, my love.” You said and kissed the corner of his lips lightly. You pulled back and started to father your things. “I have to go back inside.”

“I’ll see you at dinner.” Jon said as you two walked to the door of the barn. “I’ll see you.” You said with one last look at Jon, who kept watching you. He frowned when he saw Theon walking past you. It’s no secret that Theon wanted to f@ck anything that had a pulse and a beating heart. Unfortunately you being included. 

“Nice ass!” Theon called after you. You just ignored him and kept walking. Jon was angry at Theon’s words, his fists were balled by his side and a frown drawn on his face. He saw you walk inside and decided to go back to work. Once he was alone his thoughts took a negative turn. He was worried that you’d leave him one day. He was jealous of Theon who showed you his feelings in public and wasn’t judged, even if they were sickening. A Greyjoy is better that a Snow, at least in Jon’s mind that is.

Jon couldn’t focus on anything as the day went on. Robb could sense that his brother was worried. So he took him to the God’s woods to talk to him in privacy.

“What’s worrying you Job?” Robb asked Jon who was playing with leaf to distract himself from his thoughts.

“Nothing.” Jon said and shrugged.

“Is it (y/n)?” Robb asked knowing that the only thing that would ever bother him this much is something that concerns you.

“No-no.” Jon hesitation when he answered Robb’s questions. It’s indeed you who bothered Hob, he just doesn’t know if it is something you did or not.

“Now you have to tell me.” Robb insisted, he hated seeing his half-brother this sad. “Did she do something? Did someone find out about the two of you? Or was it one of the guards? Please don’t tell me Theon did something.”

Jon shifted slightly at the last sentence. And realization dawned on Robb making him smile ever so slightly. He now knew what is wrong with Jon.
“Jon Snow, are you jealous?” Robb teased his brother.

“No! I’m  so not jealous, I mean why would I be?” Jon said quickly and defensively.

“You know you shouldn’t be jealous, (y/n) cares so much for you.” Robb said and laid a hand on Jon’s shoulder. “Come on let’s head back, it’s almost time for dinner.”

Jon and Robb left the God’s woods. They made it back just in time for the food to be served. Robb decided to sit beside you and tell you about Jon. Jon who saw you and Robb felt even worse. He wished he would be able to talk to you in front of everyone. Jon stood up out of the below. He was frowning deeply and looking at the table. The hall fell silent and everyone turned to look at Jon, who stormed out of the hall. Your eyes opened wide. You didn’t know what to do, but one look at Lord Stark told you to follow him, and follow him you did. You ignored Lady Stark’s glare and everyone’s looks. You didn’t really care at that moment.

You rushed to the gates where you knew Jon was heading. You caught up to him at the edge of the woods.

“Jon.” You panted, running in long and heavy dresses is harder than it looks. You pulled Jon’s arm back making him turn and face you. “Jon, you know I care about you.” You looked at his face, his eyes didn’t meet yours. He was truly sad, and it broke your heart to see him like this. “I love you Jon. You. I don’t care about anyone else, and I’ll proudly tell all of Westeros and the world. I don’t care about whose son you are. I want you and only you.”

You gave him a sweet smile telling him you meant every word.

“I love you too.” Jon said and a smile broke on his face. “I just fear that you’d find someone better and leave me.”

“Don’t be silly- you’re my one and only.” With that you and Jon kissed. The kiss was sweet and slow yet so full of love. It wasn’t just a kiss it was an action confirming that you love and will always love each other and no one else.

BTS Reaction to Comforting you because of a bad Migraine.

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You were lying on your bed next to your boyfriend when suddenly a sharp pain shot through your head. A loud shriek came from your mouth as you placed your hand to your forehead. You noticed Yoongi sit up and look at you with worry.

“What’s going on y/n? Are you alright?”

You shook your head violently which didn’t help your situation, causing another pained sound to come from your mouth.

“I need, painkillers. Like really strong ones.”

As you said that, Yoongi shot up and was back with water and the painkillers quicker than you thought he could personally move. After he watched you take the medicine, he laid back down, pulling you onto his chest, holding you tightly.

“If this keeps happening I’m forcing you to the doctors.”

He said slowly running his fingers through your hair.


You sat quietly on your boyfriend’s couch and stared at the back of his head as he sat on the ground in front of you. He had been playing video games all afternoon, encouraging you to join in but you had rejected him over 10 times due to the huge headache you had been experiencing within the last hour. You knew if Hoseok knew about the pain you were going through right now, he would have stopped to look after you, but you saw how much fun he was having, finally beating Jungkook’s online score.

“Hobi, I’m going to go lay down if that’s ok?”

As you stood up, your head spun, making you fall straight back down onto the couch. Hoseok quickly jumped up, rushing to your side.

“y/n, what’s wrong? Are you sick?” 

“It’s my, head. It’s been hurting a lot.”

His arm quickly moved around your waist, supporting you as you both stood up, heading towards his bedroom. Once he laid you down, he lightly kissed the top of your head.

“Why didn’t you tell me, we could’ve both gone to sleep a while ago then you would’ve woken up feeling better.”

“I wasn’t going to disturb you, you finally beat Jungkook in that stupid game. I want that boys cockiness to fall into a black hole.”

You said laughing softly, closing your eyes. Hoseok laughed, patting your head softly. 

“I’ll be back. I’m going to go get you some stuff to make you feel better.”


“I could sing?”

You shook your head softly, cringing your face to the thought of unnecessary noise being produced by anyone or anything around you. 

“What! You don’t like my voice?”

“Jin, my head hurts. The more you talk the more it hurts, so as pretty as your voice is, I can’t deal with a lot of sound right now. Also on that note, try not to raise your voice, please?”

You rubbed at your temples a little, hoping that would encourage the medicine your boyfriend just gave you to work faster.

“Ok, I’m sorry. I’m just helpless. You’re in pain and I can’t do anything about it.”

You shot him a sarcastic look, and your choice of eye movement caused a harsh string of pain to run through your head. A loud whimper coming from your mouth. He quickly jumped, huddling closer to you on the couch.

“Jin, you sit there helpless when I have period cramps also. Though this you seem more concerned about.” 

“Every girl gets period cramps, but a bad headache like this isn’t good. I’ve given you medicine but you’re still hurting. I’m completely out of things to make you feel better.”

“Lots of cuddles and sleep. Can you do that?”

He smiled sweetly towards you, kissing your cheek softly.

“Of course honey.”


“C’mon y/n, I’m giving you a free pass here. Boyfriend tutoring time.”

Namjoon had come to help you study for your exams this afternoon. Making plans this morning, you were all excited and ready to study with his help, but now, the more you kept reading the words in front of you, the more your head ached. You let out a loud groan, resting your head on the desk.

“y/n, it’s not that bad, this stuff is just revision. You don’t even need to write anything down, just remember it.”

You let out another loud groan, tilting your head to look at him.

“Joonie, my head hurts too much.”

You whined with a pout. He just giggled and patted your head.

“Yeah right, you’re just being cute so Oppa says we can take a break. Which we don’t need seeing as we’ve only been at it for 40 minutes.” 

“No, Namjoon, I’m serious. It’s really hurting. I feel like I’m going to pass out.”

His eyes widened a little and you let your eyes finally close. Suddenly his arm wrapped around your waist, causing you to open your eyes a little watching what he was doing. 

“You need rest baby. Let’s take a nap together.”


The loud people in your group were causing your head some major damage right now. Your eyes were screwed shut as you rested your head on your knees, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to come to your usual spot you ate lunch at everyday at school. Tears were almost running down your cheek because of how loud your friends were being and the pain was just way too intense for you to handle.


Finally you heard a familiar voice, making your head shoot up. The expression on his face gave off that yours didn’t look too good and just as he was about to ask you what was wrong, you stood up, dragging him towards a quieter spot away from all the loud students. When you stopped, you turned around and hugged him tightly, letting a few tears fall in the process.

“Baby, please tell me what’s wrong? Did something happen? Why are you crying? I’m gunna have to punch someone right?” 

You just shook your head against his chest. 

“My head hurts so bad Kookie. I have nothing to take and being around all those loud people just made me want to explode.” 

His arms wrapped around you, pulling you even closer. His embrace was something that always calmed you down and you loved it so much. His head was rested against the side of your head, making it clear for you to hear him.

“My parents are at work, do you want to ditch and I’ll drive us back to mine? You can sleep and I know there’s something to help your head at mine.” 

He kissed your temple a few times as you nodded, just wanting to lie down next to him. You both left quickly, trying not to get caught.


The loud music in the dance room was making your head thud like crazy, though you always pushed through anything when it came to dance, just like your boyfriend. Jimin was in the room with you, studying how you had taken on his choreography as you kept trying to dance as well as you possibly could. 

“Y/n, be a bit more energetic baby.”

He said with a big smile. You knew he was trying to encourage you positively but your body was slowly starting to not respond to your thoughts and all that was clouding your mind was the amount of pain shooting through it. You could barely focus on Jimin’s face anymore and everything happened so quickly as you stumbled over your own feet, landing hard on the wooden floor of the studio. Your eyes were shut tightly, a few quiet sobs leaving your mouth as you felt a pair of hands come in contact with your body.

“Baby, are you ok?”

Jimin had moved you so you were lying on your back now. Even with your eyes closed, the white lights still shone through your eyelids. 

“Turn it all off.”

“Turn what off?”

“The lights and music.”

Quickly, he shot up, doing as you said, only leaving the light on above the main door so he could still see where he was going. He quickly grabbed your drink bottle and a few towels. He had folded one, resting it under your head, and the other he saturated in the cold water from your bottle, resting it on your forehead. He kissed your lips quickly, hoping you were ok. 

“What happened baby?”

You opened your eyes slowly, reaching to take a sip from your water bottle.

“My head was hurting too much. I don’t know, my body just gave in, I couldn’t control anything and everything went black for a second and so much heat came over me.”

His face was covered in shock as he made you drink some more water.

“Baby, I’m taking you to the doctors. That’s not good. Have you been doing anything different lately?”

You shook your head, attempting to sit up. Once you did, the studio started spinning so you instantly laid back down. 

“I’m not ready to move yet.” 

“It’s ok take your time. Just keep talking to me.”


Slightly NSFW

You had woken up from a quick nap, hoping it would have made you feel less tired but in return, it only gave you a big headache. One that made everything around you feel like it almost didn’t exist. As you walked out to the kitchen to get a glass of water, you heard your boyfriends loud voice screaming jumbled expressions that you could barely understand. When he finally came into your sight, you noticed he had his stupid headset on as he clicked his mouse rapidly and hit the keyboard on his laptop like a mad man. 

“Yah! Jungkook! Do you want to die?”

You heard him scream through his mic, making anger rise in your body and pain to your head.

“YAH! Kim Taehyung! Do you want to die?”

You yelled as you stood behind him. You watched him jump and fling off his headset before quickly turning around to face you. His eyes were big and almost sympathetic as you scowled towards him. You walked away slowly, heading towards the medicine cupboard you had in your apartment. 

“B-baby I’m sorry. I didn’t wake you did I?”

You felt his presence closer to you now and you turned to look at him as you threw back a tablet in your mouth, basically death staring him. 

“I want to say yes to make you feel really bad, but no. I woke up because the room was too hot and I have a huge headache.”

You watched him bite his lip while he looked down. Realising how loud he was when you had come out of the room made him feel really bad. 

“I’m sorry. I got carried away.”

He said looking up at you. You rolled your eyes and signalled him for a hug. You both stood there for a while, the comfort of his body soothing your head a little.

“It’s ok. Just tell Jungkook to stop being a prick when you play games and then you won’t have to yell and cause your girlfriend to have bad headaches.” 

He laughed against the top of your head, pulling away to look at you.

“Ok, I’ll remember that word for word. But, I know the best cure for headaches y/n.”

You cocked an eyebrow. 

“Oh god, what?”

The smile on his face had turned into a smirk.

“Well, secrets out that a way to cure a headache, is a good orgasm.”

You hit his chest, trying not to feed his ego with the laugh that was trying to escape your mouth.

“Tae. Hyung. Now is not the time to be thinking like that while your girlfriend is suffering. But if you can prove it, I may forgive you for the yelling.” 


This is my first reaction post woohoo! Definitely doing a lot of these in the future they’re so fun! and thank you to the anon who requested this. It was a good one to do for my first reaction!