sorry from straying from the boys

Gundam IBO Fic: In which Yamagi is injured and Shino takes care of him.

Title: Nearly | AO3
Prompt: Shino takes care of an injured Yamagi after the Dort 3 workers rebellion.
Pairing: ShinoYama
A/N: Sorry this (and everything else) took forever. This isn’t my best work but writer’s block and this cough is a bitch.

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The injury isn’t serious. Or at least that’s what Yamagi keeps trying to tell him.

Shino’s not buying it though, and it’s not only because the smaller boy, grower weaker from the gradual blood loss, is leaning heavily against him as they push their way through the chaotic sea of soldiers shouting orders and pedestrians screaming for help, smoke and flames smoldering from vehicles and shop fronts.

He’s bleeding profusely — a stray shot from either the worker rebels or Gjallarhorn forces that has pierced through his left shoulder, leaving a growing patch of red turning maroon turning almost-black on his jacket. It keeps spreading and spreading.

Shino’s seen worse than this — they both have, to the point where it almost feels like it’s something they’ve grown strangely used to — but Yamagi is his friend and why won’t the blood fucking stop?

“Just hold on tight, okay, Yamagi? We’re almost there,” he shouts for his voice to carry even though they’re so close, even though the blond is practically in his embrace and Shino has to wrap a protective arm around Yamagi’s much slighter frame against the panicked crowd crashing against them like waves in a storm. He’s not sure where ‘there’ is, exactly, but it sounds like the right thing to say anyway.

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how to say goodbye

for amber ― @arcticzuko
× HAPPY BIRTHDAY FATHEEEEER 💖💖. I hope you enjoy your day. You deserve the world and happiness (but this is kind of angsty bc we belong in the angst family). God bless you xoxo.

× I wrote another fic for you but I wasn’t satisfied with any of it so I wrote this but I’m still not satisfied with it. Idk how this happened, honestly. Lol. Anyway, I hope you this, enjoy reading and I hope this wasn’t too ooc and boring xoxo

× Just for a little information: Dazai is planning to leave the mafia here :D

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Cowboy Courting

Pairing: AU!Cowboy Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,849

Warnings: None, just fluff

AN: Okay so Cowboy Dean makes me a wordy bitch apparently and it honestly wouldn’t take much convincing to make another part or two to this because it was really fun to write. All of this was inspired by a dream and the below picture. I hope you all enjoy reading some 1840′s Cowboy Dean! Thanks to my wifey @jalove-wecallhimdean for reading this one over for me and making sure it came across okay!

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You loved your job as a teacher. Your group of kids ranged in the ages of 4-13, and they were all wonderful kids in their own ways. Yes, the boys were a little rowdier and the girls a little more giggly, but they always respected you and regarded you with a, “Yes, Miss Y/N.”

One aspect of your life that you were not so thrilled with, was being 20 years old and having no male prospects asking your Pa if they could court you. You had recently started wondering if maybe you needed to take your Ma’s advice and put more effort into your appearance to attract a suitor.

“Alright boys and girls, please open your penmanship books and begin where you left off yesterday.” A chorus of groans met your ears before you had even finished speaking. “Is there a problem?”

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Falling into Place

Sam x Reader

Summary: Sam loses the two most important things in his life.

Warnings: Mentions of breast cancer, a miscarriage, a car accident, death, drinking alcohol, and this is a whole lotta angst with some fluff at the end.

Requested by @enchantedcrusader. I hope this is what you were hoping for :)

A/N: I also screwed up by deleting this at first, but I thankfully had a copy. I’ll fix the weird timezone reblogs.

Originally posted by spnjensenlove02


It happened in the blink of an eye. One second you were driving with Sam, singing to your favorite songs and the next was filled with the sound of glass shattering and agonizing screams.

You don’t remember much- just the momentary pain before slipping away into unconsciousness. When you awoke, it was in a clean, bright hospital room filled with beeping monitors and wilting flowers.

Sam was immediately by your side, brushing stray hairs from your face and asking if you’re alright. As your mind gradually cleared, your hand immediately flew to your stomach.

Sam follows your actions with sad eyes. “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You choke on a sob as you desperately clutch at your now non-swelled stomach. You were only a few months away from meeting your and Sam’s baby boy. Why did the one thing good in your life have to be ripped away by the icy hands of death?

Due to your injuries, you were forced to stay at the hospital for two weeks. Throughout the constant poking needles and surgeries, the pain of losing your first child still lingered deeply.

And then they found it- the tumor growing in your breast, shaving off years of your life in mere minutes. It’s name was stage four. Though Sam reassured you they’d find a way to cure it with chemo or radiation, you knew you’d be with your baby boy again soon.

That was two weeks ago. The treatments showed no progress, so you begged them to take you off the medication causing you so much grief.

So here you lay, in a clean white hospice bed, watching the snow fall outside. You remember the times you’d play in the snow with Sam until your nose turned a cherry red and your chest hurt from laughing so hard. You can almost feel the fire you and Sam sat around, simply enjoying each other’s presence.

You always loved winter. Maybe, in heaven, you’d be able to build snowman’s with your son.

With that last memory, you slowly slipped away, eyes still fixated on the falling snow outside when the doctor had walked in.

Hearing the doctor’s voice on his cell, Sam angrily threw his phone against the wall, clutching his head in his hand as he collapsed on his knees.

Everyone and everything he loved had suffered the same fate- first Jess, then his child, then you. He was alone now, his only company being Dean.

It simply wasn’t the same. You had left a huge hole in his heart, one he could not fill with enough alcohol, though he tried desperately.

He drunk himself silly almost every night, hoping the strong liquid running down his throat would forget everything you had left behind. But it never did; it only numbed his pain for a brief moment.

One winter night, a year after your death, Sam’s teary eyes watched the snow sprinkle the ground. It only reminded him more of you, causing him to take another swig of whiskey.

Then the door was knocked on. Usually, he’d have his gun out and ready to confront the stranger on the other side. But, his hazy and broken mind only clumsily guided his legs to the door. It didn’t matter if a demon, monster, anything came through and ripped him to pieces. It would finally end the pain of losing you.

But instead of cold, hard eyes of a beast, he saw warm (E/C) eyes staring back at him alongside Cas’s.

“This is a fucking cruel joke, Cas”, he slurs out, trying to close the door, but Cas holds it open.

You walk through the door, gently placing your hands on Sam’s scruffy face. “Sam”, you choke out, looking into his beautiful hazel eyes.

Sam shakes his head violently. “It’s not you. You’re not Y/N.”

“She is. This is Y/N”, Cas confirms. Cas never lied.

Sam gapes at you, the bottle in his hand falling to the ground and shattering, but you don’t care. He embraces you in his arms tightly, as if he’s afraid of letting you go again.

His tears mix with yours as you gently place your lips on his. Finally, after this year of being broken, he was finally fixed. You were his missing puzzle piece.

“What about the baby?” he asks after you break apart hopefully, his eyes lighting up for the first time in months.

You choke on a sob. “His name is Henry. I named him after your grandfather.” Tears flow down Sam’s cheeks freely. “He’s about eight right now. I’d tell him stories about his daddy, and he can’t wait to meet you when the time is right.”

While embracing you in his arms again, he looks up to the ceiling, as if it were the heavens. “Daddy loves you, Henry.”

He almost sees the soft smile on his son’s face as all the pieces of his life fell back into place.

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Does it Matter if I'm Different? (Day 30 of 31 Days of Halloween-Like Scenarios)

It was forbidden to fall in love with a human, but Kai couldn’t help that his heart started to beat again when he met you.

Genre(s): Fluff, Paranormal, Vampire! AU

Member(s): Kai

Words: 1475 words

A.N. - Day 30 of 31 days! WOO! 

SO GUYS I WROTE THIS BECAUSE IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY, AND I DECIDED TO TREAT YOU GUYS. 

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For n-a-d-h-i-e 

fic based off her Nalu Cat AU, which is possibly the cutest Nalu AU in existence. Specifically this comic. I hope you like it, Nadhie!


“Happy.”

“mrow.”

“You’re wearing… a… a thing again.”

“mrooow.”

“Where are you getting these from? C’mon, you gotta tell me. I promise I won’t be mad.“

The blue cat looked at him pointedly and yawned, and Natsu let out a disgusted noise.

“Dammit, Happy! Well, you blew your last chance. Now if you’re actually a shapeshifting werecat with a penchant for ribbons instead of just a normal cat and you decide to spring that on me later, you’re gonna be on your own, you hear?”

Happy just stared at him disdainfully, and Natsu could have sworn his cat had not been this sassy before the ribbons started turning up. Giving up, he reached out to remove the accessory round his cat’s neck – violet today,  the fabric looking shiny and expensive – but the feline seemed to quite fancy his new look and pawed him away. Natsu drew his hand back, incensed.

“You traitor!

Happy just raised his tail and slunk off through the open door. Natsu sighed; he should have known better than to try to tell Happy what to do. Cats, it seemed, were very much different to the lizards he’d owned before; where lizards were content to sit under their sunlamp and doze, cats pretty much did exactly as they pleased. Well, Happy did, at any rate, coming and going with no regard for the hour and always, no matter how many times Natsu removed them, returning with a new silken ribbon tied primly around his neck. 

Natsu glanced at his couch, which was by now covered in multicoloured strips of fabric he had taken off his cat’s neck. He grunted, then stood up to go rummage for a plastic bag. He’d be damned if he remained ignorant of the source of those ribbons forever. Either his cat was actually a shapeshifter and was tying those ribbons on his own, or he was just extraordinarily good at walking into strips of fabric that tied themselves around his neck of their own accord, or there was someone else involved in this. 

He was going to find out who it was. 


“Back again?” 

“mrrow.”

The blue cat purred and arched its back against welcoming hands, and the blonde woman laughed, momentary lines creasing the corners of her pretty eyes. “Had enough of the violet, have you? Why don’t we give you a change of outfit, hmm?”

“mroww.”

Humming slightly, and taking the cat’s contented purring as consent, Lucy Heartfilia walked off the find a new ribbon for her most recent companion. She had found the cat (Lucy liked to call her Plue– never mind the fact that that had been her previous dog’s name) scratching at her window one day, drenched through from the impromptu thunderstorm outside. She had dried her off, fed her some of her best tinned tuna, and had even tied a dark blue satin ribbon round her neck as a finishing touch. And from then on the cat was her Plue, even if she did have a tendency to wander off and not come back for days – because she always came back in the end, albeit with the ribbon gone from round her neck. Lucy wondered idly why that was; she assumed that it probably unloosened of its own accord. She didn’t mind having to replace the ribbons, but sometimes it happened so frequently that she often wondered if there was more going on than a simple neighbourhood scuffle between cats.

She mentally shrugged. It was none of her business, even if Plue was, for all intents and purposes, her cat now.  She knew cats; her mother had owned several throughout the course of her childhood. Cats kept their own company, and it was they that deigned to grace you with their presence, not the other way round. 

“Here we go,” Lucy crooned, scratching Plue behind her ears as she wound a red ribbon round her neck, “who looks beautiful? You look beautiful. Look at you, all smart and pretty with that red against the blue fur–”

“HEY!”

 Startling, Lucy peered out her window in the direction of the shout, where she saw a young man with longish, shoulder-length pink hair tied in a half-pony looking up at her with a disgruntled expression on his face. She pointed in her direction with a questioning expression, and the man nodded emphatically, all the while rummaging through his pockets for something. Lucy leaned over her windowsill, curiosity piqued. 

Then be brought out a handful of shiny, rainbow strips of fabric, and Lucy blushed bright, bright red. 


The woman at the window – with one hand still idling on his cat’s fur, he might add – blushed a bright red at the sight of the incriminating bands of colour and sank out of sight behind the windowsill, presumably with embarrassment. Natsu huffed; so that was where the ribbons were coming from. Well, at least now he knew. 

“Hey! No! BLONDE! Come back! And you, traitor cat, I’ll see you at home! Your weekly tuna allowance is gone, buddy!” 

“I’m sorry!” came a wailing voice from somewhere in the vicinity of his cat, “I thought Plue was a stray cat! I’m sorry!”

That brought Natsu up short. “Wait, you named my cat Plue?! His name is Happy! What kind of a name is Plue anyway?”

At this, the woman reappeared at her window, a flush still evident on her cheeks, her blonde hair somewhat dishevelled from having frantic fingers run through them. “His? Plue’s a boy?

A beat of awkward silence followed, in which neither of them quite knew what to say, then–

“Oh my god,” the woman muttered, hiding her face in her hands, “this is so embarrassing. Um, shall we talk? You should come up. My name’s Lucy Heartfilia.”

She took her hands away from her face and picked Happy up, and Happy was, Natsu noted with some surprise, quite content to let himself be held by this rather weird woman. He purred and nuzzled his nose against her chest, and she scratched him behind his ears, still looking down at Natsu with the open invitation written on her face. 

She was really rather pretty, Natsu thought absentmindedly. 

“…. Yeah, alright. I’m Natsu Dragneel.” 

anonymous asked:

Um how about overworked s/o headcanons for Ranpo, Atsushi, and Dazai? You know like what the guys would do if they notice that their s/o is working more than usual.

Ranpo Edogawa:
~It would take a while for him to notice but he would see through how they look.
~He would physically stop them from doing what they were going to do and make them sit down and take a small break
~He would try to distract them so they wouldn’t have to work so much. This would actually make things or his S/o worse as they would have to catch up with it later.
~If his S/o collapsed, he would be very concerned but wouldn’t show it. He would only tell them that they need to be careful and he tell them off if it happens again.
~If it does, he would show worry as he couldn’t hide it anymore. He would tell them off about it, like he said before, hoping that the wouldn’t do it again.
~He would go straight up and tell them they are working too hard and need to take a break. If they refuse, he will find a way to take them home.
~If he can’t make them have a break, he will make sure they don’t do anything at home.
~Loooooots of affection. Loads, more than normal.

Atsushi Nakajima:
~He would be the first to know if something was wrong with his S/o
~He could tell something was wrong by just knowing. He does this with everyone.
~He would do his S/o’s work or at least try to help them as much as possible so they wouldn’t have to do so much
~He would go out of his way to make sure they make time for necessary things.
~He would worry about them a lot after and check on them
~If they collapsed, he would be very serious about it and tell them how worried he is about them and that it’s dangerous for them to be working that hard.
~He would give them things to help them relax a bit and do things that make his s/o tired so they would purposely fall asleep earlier.
~He would end up overworking himself trying to stop his S/o from overworking, Overworkception.
~Nothing would make him happier than him seeing his S/o smile and not be overworked.

Dazai Osamu:
~He would pass it off as a joke at first but see that his S/o isn’t going to stop working too hard.
~He would persuade them as much as he could to stop and take a break
~He would find out if they didn’t and pick his S/o up, then carry them to somewhere they can take a break
~If time and time again, after he told his S/o to take a break and they didn’t, he would get seriously worried about them, especially if it had been going on for a while.
~He would become serious about it since his S/o would listen to him when he is his usual self. He would hate every minute of it though.
~Expect lots of cuddles and affection from Dazai when his S/o is working too hard.
~If his S/o collapsed, he would be somewhat angry that they didn’t listen to him after he warned them so many times. He would be very cautious of them though and make sure they’re alright after.

I hope you like these, I’m sorry if they’re out of character, I’m feeling really tired so they may not be as good as others. I could really do with some hugs from Ranpo right about now, any affection from him in this matter. Me and Holly are trying to clear the ask box out as much as we can so we can open requests again.

Calum Hood Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Language kinda

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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s All Bad

“Hey babe!” You yelled to your boyfriend as you walked in to your shared apartment. Dropping your keys in to the bowl on the entryway table with a sharp clink, you began walking toward the kitchen, slipping off your coat as you went. As you entered the doorway you saw your boyfriend sitting in the breakfast nook, beer in hand and sullen look on his face. “You OK?” You asked, worried that he was ill or injured.

“Yea… well no. But how was your day?” He asked, trying to pull his lips in to a smile. 

“Fine. What’s wrong?” You inquired for the second time, momentarily sidetracked from trying to peel yourself from your winter coat as he got up from his position at the table and came to your side.

“You look gorgeous by the way. Never forget that, OK?” He mumbled in to your ear, warm breath causing goosebumps to form on your cold skin as he helped slid the coat the rest of the way off your body. You tried to keep your mind from going fuzzy as his hands trailed along the back of your neck.

“Ca-Calum,” you stuttered,“What’s going on with you?” You slid out of his reach, eyebrows furrowed at your boyfriend’s attempt to distract you from the problem at hand. He stared at you blankly, lip twitching slightly as he stood there.

“I came home to you sulking at the table and you clearly aren’t on your first beer,” You snapped, motioning toward the 3 other bottles on the counter. “Now unless you wanna be sleeping alone tonight, I recommend that you start talking.” You stood there momentarily, in silence, before he finally offered you his hand and led you over to the table. As he sat down across from you, you stared at him expectantly. Taking a shaky breath and clearing his throat, Calum looked you in the eyes, wringing his hands together nervously.

“Stop stalling, Hood,” You giggled slightly, “Whatever it is, it wont change how much I love you or what I think of you.” He laughed lightly.

“OK, here it is… I haven’t been completely honest with you.” He started, pausing briefly to gauge your reaction so he could respond accordingly. When you gave no response, he kept going, “Um I haven’t been completely true to you. I made a huge mistake and I just kept making it over and over again and it just got so out of control and I didn’t know how to stop it. You were so loving and patient and kind and i just took it for advantage.” He gushed. You felt sick to your stomach and your mind was trying to come up for any other explanation than,

“I cheated.” He blurted out. Shit.

“You what?” You said, knowing what he had said, but not how to respond to it.

“When I was on tour I was hooking up with girls. It was the worst decision ever and they meant nothing… But all those times I told you that they were just rumors made up by the tabloids-”

“You lied.” You said, staring blankly ahead of you, your head spinning with anger and eyes beginning to fill with tears. “All those… All those times…. I ASKED YOU SIX TIMES!” You were now yelling. “AND THERE WERE SOME THAT I DIDN’T EVEN ASK YOU ABOUT!” Your voice broke as you realized just how many times there were. All those tabloid stories that he told you not to believe, and you listened to him, dismissing them as lies, too naive to think he could possibly lie to you. Your fists clenched tightly, you looked him dead in the eye, “Why now? What are you doing?” You croaked.

“I just couldn’t keep walking around with this weight on my shoulders.”

“Oh I’m so sorry that your infidelity was such a heavy burden for you!” You spat, standing up abruptly. You looked down at him, tears falling from your cheeks, “How could you?! Why?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I thought you deserved to know, y/n!”

“Damn right I did! Better yet though, you shouldn’t have fucking done it!” You ran your hands through your hair and walking away from the table, letting out a deep breath. “All that time. All that fucking time I wasted on you, Calum! All that time you let me sit here at home, while you were on tour, thinking that I had this perfect guy. Yet in reality you were out banging girls you didn’t even know. And you weren’t even trying to hide it, except from me! Was I not enough?!”

“No, y/n, it wasn’t you, it-”

“You know what, DAMN RIGHT, IT WASN’T ME! YOU PIG!” You screamed at him as he walked toward you. He reached out to grasp your hand, but you snatched it away from him.

“DON’T. Don’t. Touch. Me. Ever. You don’t deserve to. All I could think about while you were gone was the day that you would come back to me. And you. You weren’t thinking of anyone, but yourself!” Your voice squeaked as you finished your statement. Your body felt as if you had been awake for days and all you wanted to do was pretend that it didn’t happen and none of it was true. You couldn’t even look at him.

“Y/n, please just let me explain. Those girls meant nothing to me, but yo mean everything to me. I don’t know what I would do with out you.” He whimpered.

“Go complain to someone who cares, like all your side chicks, huh? I’m sure they would listen to all your problems.”

“I don’t want them. I just want yo-”

“Get out.”

“No, no, please I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry.” He pleaded.

“Please, leave.” You said abruptly, trying to hold back your anger and your tears. “I need space. And if what we had inside this home, and in between us wasn’t enough then, then you don’t deserve it now. So get your crap and get out. Now.” You voice was rising and you felt your throat closing up. You watched as opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it, closing again in defeat as he took in your expression of anger and disappointment He turned around and slowly headed upstairs. You let out a small squeak as you tried to hold back your tears. You thought back to all the time you had spent with Calum, all the times that you had opened yourself up to him, trusted him. You felt as if you had been violated, tarnished even. All those nights you fell asleep alone, in a cold bed, he was falling asleep with some stranger. All those nights that you had fallen asleep in his arms, when just weeks before they had held someone else. Or the trail of kisses he would leave along your jawline and neck when he woke you up in the morning, the idea that he could have done that to another girl made your stomach drop. You wanted him to yourself, but for some reason you had thought he wanted the same. You felt worthless, the idea that he felt that he could just keep you around for when he was at home, but as soon as he left, all guidelines for a relationship were void for him, it made you livid. You wiped a stray tear from your eye, not knowing if it was from anger or betrayal. As you heard him stomping down the stairs, you straightened yourself out, not wanting him to know how much he hurt you. You walked in to the hallway and met him at the bottom of the stairs. He held a suitcase in his hand and his eyes were puffy. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“Save it.” You said brusquely, turning on your heels and walking toward the door. Opening it, you watched as the boy, who, half an hour ago you loved, walked out the door.

“I don’t expect you to ever forgive me,” he said, looking you in the eye, “You shouldn’t. I was wrong and there is no way to justify it. I lied to you and I just wanted to tell you the truth. You don’t deserve to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t treat you like a princess. I couldn’t let you stay with me, I had to end the bullshit and the dishonesty.” He was now crying now, trying to fit in his apology between breathy sobs.

“I just want you to know that if I could turn back time and change it, then I would. If I could make it all go away, I would, baby, faster than you know.” He trailed off, gaze dropping to the ground as tears dripped down his cheeks. You wanted to forgive him, but you knew you couldn’t. You didn’t know if you ever could.

“Goodbye, Calum.” You whispered, turning and closing the door. You knew that you had just closed the door on any last chance with him and it killed you. But you couldn’t subject yourself to that anymore. You felt weak and broken as you rested your weight on the door. And as the totality of it all hit you, you finally broke. You let out a soft moan before sliding your back down the door until you sat, sobbing, on the ground. Your entire body shook as the tears fell, as if you were trying to cry out your emotions. You didn’t even want to get up, knowing that if you left this tiny space of confinement in the entryway, that you would be bombarded by reminders of Calum. Bits and pieces of memories sat waiting like daggers. The pile of fluffy blankets he had collected over the months, bringing them home from tour for you, knowing you loved them. Pictures of the two of you placed around the house. The vase of roses he brought home to you when he came back a week ago. You knew you would eventually pull yourself together, but you didn’t know how and you didn’t know when. All you knew was that right now, in this moment, you were broken and you were hurt and the only word running through your mind through all of it, “Why?”

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Calum Hood Imagine

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Language kinda

MASTERLIST HERE

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It’s All Bad

“Hey babe!” You yelled to your boyfriend as you walked in to your shared apartment. Dropping your keys in to the bowl on the entryway table with a sharp clink, you began walking toward the kitchen, slipping off your coat as you went. As you entered the doorway you saw your boyfriend sitting in the breakfast nook, beer in hand and sullen look on his face. “You OK?” You asked, worried that he was ill or injured.

“Yea… well no. But how was your day?” He asked, trying to pull his lips in to a smile. 

“Fine. What’s wrong?” You inquired for the second time, momentarily sidetracked from trying to peel yourself from your winter coat as he got up from his position at the table and came to your side.

“You look gorgeous by the way. Never forget that, OK?” He mumbled in to your ear, warm breath causing goosebumps to form on your cold skin as he helped slid the coat the rest of the way off your body. You tried to keep your mind from going fuzzy as his hands trailed along the back of your neck.

“Ca-Calum,” you stuttered,“What’s going on with you?” You slid out of his reach, eyebrows furrowed at your boyfriend’s attempt to distract you from the problem at hand. He stared at you blankly, lip twitching slightly as he stood there.

“I came home to you sulking at the table and you clearly aren’t on your first beer,” You snapped, motioning toward the 3 other bottles on the counter. “Now unless you wanna be sleeping alone tonight, I recommend that you start talking.” You stood there momentarily, in silence, before he finally offered you his hand and led you over to the table. As he sat down across from you, you stared at him expectantly. Taking a shaky breath and clearing his throat, Calum looked you in the eyes, wringing his hands together nervously.

“Stop stalling, Hood,” You giggled slightly, “Whatever it is, it wont change how much I love you or what I think of you.” He laughed lightly.

“OK, here it is… I haven’t been completely honest with you.” He started, pausing briefly to gauge your reaction so he could respond accordingly. When you gave no response, he kept going, “Um I haven’t been completely true to you. I made a huge mistake and I just kept making it over and over again and it just got so out of control and I didn’t know how to stop it. You were so loving and patient and kind and i just took it for advantage.” He gushed. You felt sick to your stomach and your mind was trying to come up for any other explanation than,

“I cheated.” He blurted out. Shit.

“You what?” You said, knowing what he had said, but not how to respond to it.

“When I was on tour I was hooking up with girls. It was the worst decision ever and they meant nothing… But all those times I told you that they were just rumors made up by the tabloids-”

“You lied.” You said, staring blankly ahead of you, your head spinning with anger and eyes beginning to fill with tears. “All those… All those times…. I ASKED YOU SIX TIMES!” You were now yelling. “AND THERE WERE SOME THAT I DIDN’T EVEN ASK YOU ABOUT!” Your voice broke as you realized just how many times there were. All those tabloid stories that he told you not to believe, and you listened to him, dismissing them as lies, too naive to think he could possibly lie to you. Your fists clenched tightly, you looked him dead in the eye, “Why now? What are you doing?” You croaked.

“I just couldn’t keep walking around with this weight on my shoulders.”

“Oh I’m so sorry that your infidelity was such a heavy burden for you!” You spat, standing up abruptly. You looked down at him, tears falling from your cheeks, “How could you?! Why?! What’s wrong with you?!”

“I thought you deserved to know, y/n!”

“Damn right I did! Better yet though, you shouldn’t have fucking done it!” You ran your hands through your hair and walking away from the table, letting out a deep breath. “All that time. All that fucking time I wasted on you, Calum! All that time you let me sit here at home, while you were on tour, thinking that I had this perfect guy. Yet in reality you were out banging girls you didn’t even know. And you weren’t even trying to hide it, except from me! Was I not enough?!”

“No, y/n, it wasn’t you, it-”

“You know what, DAMN RIGHT, IT WASN’T ME! YOU PIG!” You screamed at him as he walked toward you. He reached out to grasp your hand, but you snatched it away from him.

“DON’T. Don’t. Touch. Me. Ever. You don’t deserve to. All I could think about while you were gone was the day that you would come back to me. And you. You weren’t thinking of anyone, but yourself!” Your voice squeaked as you finished your statement. Your body felt as if you had been awake for days and all you wanted to do was pretend that it didn’t happen and none of it was true. You couldn’t even look at him.

“Y/n, please just let me explain. Those girls meant nothing to me, but yo mean everything to me. I don’t know what I would do with out you.” He whimpered.

“Go complain to someone who cares, like all your side chicks, huh? I’m sure they would listen to all your problems.”

“I don’t want them. I just want yo-”

“Get out.”

“No, no, please I’m sorry. I am so fucking sorry.” He pleaded.

“Please, leave.” You said abruptly, trying to hold back your anger and your tears. “I need space. And if what we had inside this home, and in between us wasn’t enough then, then you don’t deserve it now. So get your crap and get out. Now.” You voice was rising and you felt your throat closing up. You watched as opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it, closing again in defeat as he took in your expression of anger and disappointment He turned around and slowly headed upstairs. You let out a small squeak as you tried to hold back your tears. You thought back to all the time you had spent with Calum, all the times that you had opened yourself up to him, trusted him. You felt as if you had been violated, tarnished even. All those nights you fell asleep alone, in a cold bed, he was falling asleep with some stranger. All those nights that you had fallen asleep in his arms, when just weeks before they had held someone else. Or the trail of kisses he would leave along your jawline and neck when he woke you up in the morning, the idea that he could have done that to another girl made your stomach drop. You wanted him to yourself, but for some reason you had thought he wanted the same. You felt worthless, the idea that he felt that he could just keep you around for when he was at home, but as soon as he left, all guidelines for a relationship were void for him, it made you livid. You wiped a stray tear from your eye, not knowing if it was from anger or betrayal. As you heard him stomping down the stairs, you straightened yourself out, not wanting him to know how much he hurt you. You walked in to the hallway and met him at the bottom of the stairs. He held a suitcase in his hand and his eyes were puffy. 

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“Save it.” You said brusquely, turning on your heels and walking toward the door. Opening it, you watched as the boy, who, half an hour ago you loved, walked out the door.

“I don’t expect you to ever forgive me,” he said, looking you in the eye, “You shouldn’t. I was wrong and there is no way to justify it. I lied to you and I just wanted to tell you the truth. You don’t deserve to be in a relationship with someone who doesn’t treat you like a princess. I couldn’t let you stay with me, I had to end the bullshit and the dishonesty.” He was now crying now, trying to fit in his apology between breathy sobs.

“I just want you to know that if I could turn back time and change it, then I would. If I could make it all go away, I would, baby, faster than you know.” He trailed off, gaze dropping to the ground as tears dripped down his cheeks. You wanted to forgive him, but you knew you couldn’t. You didn’t know if you ever could.

“Goodbye, Calum.” You whispered, turning and closing the door. You knew that you had just closed the door on any last chance with him and it killed you. But you couldn’t subject yourself to that anymore. You felt weak and broken as you rested your weight on the door. And as the totality of it all hit you, you finally broke. You let out a soft moan before sliding your back down the door until you sat, sobbing, on the ground. Your entire body shook as the tears fell, as if you were trying to cry out your emotions. You didn’t even want to get up, knowing that if you left this tiny space of confinement in the entryway, that you would be bombarded by reminders of Calum. Bits and pieces of memories sat waiting like daggers. The pile of fluffy blankets he had collected over the months, bringing them home from tour for you, knowing you loved them. Pictures of the two of you placed around the house. The vase of roses he brought home to you when he came back a week ago. You knew you would eventually pull yourself together, but you didn’t know how and you didn’t know when. All you knew was that right now, in this moment, you were broken and you were hurt and the only word running through your mind through all of it, “Why?”

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“NO. Listen to me!” he said through clenched teeth.

“Y/N…please, please, stop.” He said a little softer.

“I’m leaving, I’m sorry.” You said, tears sliding down your puffed, red cheeks.

“I can’t stay here, I love you but I have to go.”

He blocked your exit, standing in the doorway.

He tilted his head to the left a little bit.

“Y/N, don’t leave me behind, please don’t leave everything behind…there is so much here for you. ” he said.

“I’m nothing without you, please stay here with me.” his bottom lip shaking, he tried to stop it by biting it, but his chin began to shake in return.

You watched him, giving a small shake of your head, unable to speak.

His hands went to his face, fingers pressed hard to his eyes, trying to keep from crying. 

He moved to the side of the doorway slowly, allowing room for you to pass, reluctantly.

Tears still running down your face as you opened the door, you turned around facing the boy that you were leaving behind.

His hands dropped, not hiding his tears anymore.

You stepped closer, standing higher on your toes, kissing away a stray tear on his cheek.

He closed his eyes while your lips touched his cheek.

Watching as you slowly sunk back onto your heels, he wiped the makeup out from under your eye with his thumb.

“I’m sorry.” You mouthed.

His hand remained in its place, fingers in your hair, and cupped along your chin, thumb tracing your cheek bone.

“I love you so much more than you could ever imagine.” he said, a small sob breaking between the last words.

“God, I hope I wake up and this was all some twisted dream, I’d hold you closer than I ever did before, and you’d never slip away.” He whispered.

“I love you.” He said.

You turned away, shoulders shaking and makeup running down your face. 

“I wish that I could wake up with amnesia.” you whispered to yourself, and left.

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I'm sorry I'm still stuck on Thranduil with a bun. ESPECIALLY college Thranduil with wispy braids half undone from sleep, who pulls his hair back into a loose bun in the mornings and stumbles around in silk pajama pants, Thranduil who's roommate Bard sneaks looks out the corner of his eye at this boy who seems to be made of starlight and beauty despite the scars that stretch from his cheek to his ribs, Thranduil who knows EXACTLY what he's doing and is hella pleased with himself. ~jamie

(cont) that strayed a bit but the point was THRANDUIL with a MESSY BUN. who plays dirty and kisses dirtier. who winds people up for his own amusement and can’t help but be fascinated by the boy who wont put up with his shit. who fucks like he’s desperate but wont be there in the morning, who curls up on the couch to watch movies but refuses to hold hands in public. until. bard kisses him at a dance and everyone knows. and when they know, they /know/. lavish gifts are involves. this also strayed. ~jamie

jamie i fucking love you omg

headcanon accepted this is just perfect i don’t have anything to add omg