sorry this is bad but i'm working on 3 hours sleep here okay

anonymous asked:

Prompt suggestion if you'd be interested bc Ben/Kylo thing gave me an idea: Techie accidentally sleeping with Kylo instead of Matt and it actually being really good bc Kylo doesn't hold back like Matt does (Matt's scared to hurt his Techie :c) and and and idk what else I'm sorry. I hope this isn't too specific or too vague ;3;

“Go back to your quarters, Tech’,” Lieutenant Jones says, patting Techie on the shoulder. “I’m signing you off for the rest of the afternoon. You can’t work when your eyes are this sore.”

Techie sniffles but nods as his superior gives him a gentle push towards the door, his vision growing blurrier by the second. He knows it’s been a while since he’s had a flare-up that’s been this severe and it won’t be long before his eyesight has clouded completely. Counting his steps and feeling along the walls of his brother’s star destroyer, Techie wonders if he should call Matt or Armitage for help, but both are still on-shift and not due off for another few more hours. Even then, Armitage has a terrible tendency to fuss anxiously over his little brother, and as the General of the First Order, Techie doesn’t want to burden him unnecessarily. He’ll merely go to his quarters, take his medication and wait for Matt to come home.

But as he rounds the corner to his quarters, Techie finds himself colliding with someone and he’s knocked back to the ground, eyes streaming as he tries to blink the soreness away.

“S-sorry,” Techie stutters, rubbing his eyes. “I can’t see very well—”

“It’s fine,” a strong voice replies. “No harm done.”

It’s a voice Techie recognises, a voice that’s soothed him during his harshest of nightmares and make his skin prickle during their most intimate of moments.

“Matt?” Techie squints as he looks up, but only manages to see a blurry silhouette above him, offering him a hand. The figure’s hair looks darker than Matt’s but Techie puts it down to his failing vision rather than actual fact. He can make out the shape of Matt’s face; his nose and ears, his plump lips. “Mattie? My eyes—they’re bad again. Everything is blurred and I know that it won’t be long until I lose it completely.”

Matt, surprisingly, says nothing as he pulls Techie to his feet, but Techie holds tightly onto his hand, absently noting that his lover’s hands feel softer.

“Take me home?” Techie asks. “Please, Matt. I don’t want Armitage to see me like this. He’ll worry.”

Armitage?” Matt asks in reply, and Techie frowns in confusion.

“My brother…?” Techie replies. “Armitage Hux. General Hux? Mattie, I’m sorry, I don’t have the time for your jokes, please,” Techie whines, giving a tug on his lover’s hand, urging him to hurry, because everything is turning black. “I know our quarters are right there.”

“Right,” Matt says, tone changed suddenly; softer, more focused. “I’m sorry. Come on.”

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Alone on New Year’s Eve

Word Count: 1570

Summary: You plan to be home alone on New Year, but Jefferson shows up and.. Idk just read the story

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

AU: Modern

Warnings: Panic attacks.

A/N: my first Imagine, and welp. I mean, i tried. I do like it, but it’s. Idk. Keep in mind that this is not my native language, and it probably sucks at a few points. Also Jefferson is so none-assholey? I’ll try to change that next time. Enjoy.

No. This is not at all how you’ve imagined the end of the year.

Almost everything went great so far. You had an amazing, well-paid job as a secretary, you could afford a decent flat, you’ve made a lot of friends and you even managed to fall in love with someone who might feel the same, despite the fact that you’ve just moved to New York. So why exactly did the year had to end with one of your worst fears?

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‘candy canes and momma talks’: hlwily 12 days of christmas (2015) #2

Hello hello again, my sweet friends! Time for Day #2! If you haven’t read or need a refresher, I would recommend reading lasts year’s: ‘Christmas Baby’ before you dive into this one. As this one, is a compliment to that one. I hope you enjoy! 

12 Days 2015 Post & day 1


December 24, 2022: 11:47pm

Harry jolted upright, sprung from sleep by the familiar sound of one of his brand new baby boys fussing from the co-sleeper on the other side of his childhood bed. As he shifted, blinking to clear his blurry eyes, the darkened room came more into focus. It always surprised him how after all of the years of coming and going, there was something about his old room that never failed to make him feel safe.

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You Scared Me!

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Originally posted by close-as-stranger

Request// Hi I love your imagines they are AMAZING I was wondering if you could make me a Liam Dunbar one my name’s Michelle brown hair brown eyes reading and punk pop music Thank you (Fluff) 

A/N// Thank you that means so much to us, Sorry it took a while we have been really busy, but here it is we hope you like it, are request box is still open.

It had been a long week at school and I was blessed that it was finally the weekend so I could just chill out, reading and listening to music, well after your homework. So I decided to get that done so I had the weekend to myself. I dragged myself off my bed and headed downstairs to grab my bag. As I sat down at my desk I put away all your distractions, mostly my phone because if my boyfriend Liam started to text me, I would never get any homework done. He would understand. I hoped.

Before starting I decided to put some punk pop music on, just on low so I could still concentrate.I took a seat at my desk for the second time and grabbed some homework. It was maths. I had to work out the missing angles and give geometrical reasoning for my answers. Luckily for me, angles were your strong point, so you got them done quick. Before I knew it all my homework was done and it only took me 2 hours. 

I packed everything away and leaped onto my bed and pulled out my reading book, The Maze Runner, I were so into it, I only had 6 chapters left and I had to finish it that night. As you were reading you couldn’t stop yourself from gasping at the shocking twist they added in near the end. As I finished the book, I wanted to pick up The Scorch Trials, and carry on reading, but I couldn’t, because I wouldn’t be able to stop reading. So instead I turned my Punk pop music up and started to dance around my room.

When I was dancing, I saw something in the corner of myr eye, it was my phone flashing, I totally forgot that I put your phone on silent, I grabbed my phone to see who it was. It was Liam. I had 7 missed messages and 5 missed call from him. I suddenly felt really bad, I knew how worried he gets because he would always think that I had been taken by something. Ever since I found out he was a werewolf, he would always want me to be safe, he couldn’t stand the the thought of me getting hurt, or even worse. Being killed. I opened up the messages.

Message 1: Hey baby, what are you doing I miss you Xxxx

Message 2: Baby? Xxxxx

Message 3: Michelle! Why aren't you answering me? Xxxx

Message 4: Michelle, Please answer me your starting to worry me Xxxxx 

Message 5: Please baby, I'm really scared, please say you okay? Xxxxx

Message 6: I have rang you and your answer me please  Michelle Xxxx

Message 7:  Michelle! if you don’t answer me I'm coming over! Xxxxx

I felt really bad about this, I texted him straight back.

To Liam

I'm sorry Li, I was doing my homework, so I put my phone on silent so I could get it done quicker, but then I finished The Maze Runner then I started to listen to music, and totally forgot about my phone, i’m really sorry that I scared you, and you can still come round. Xxxxxx

I didn’t have to long, to get a text back from Liam.

From Liam

Thank god your okay! You really scared me, i thought you had been taken, i’m on my way, DON’T PUT YOUR PHONE ON SILENT AGAIN BABY!

To Liam

I will be waiting and I promise babe i won’t do it again. Xxxxx

When I were waiting for Liam to get to my house, I decided to start The Scorch Trials, I couldn’t wait any longer. After reading two chapters, I heard something. It was from my window. I opened it up.

“Really Dunbar, throwing stones at my window to get my attention, there is this thing called a front door you know, you maybe new to that” I laughed

“I thought it would be romantic, and really, please stop hanging out with Stiles, your starting to become him” he answered as he started to claim up to my window.

“Oh just hush it you, and get you booty in” I spoke.

“Okay okay, i’m here know, I'm…” Liam was saying before he fell through the window.

I helped him get up and he pulled me into a warm embrace.

“Oh Michelle, please never do that to me again,I was so scared, I thought you might of been taken and been hurt or killed” Liam said as his head rested on my shoulder.

“Listen Li i’m fine, i’m sorry I scared you, I will never put my phone on silent again, even when i’m going sleep.” I said still hugging him.

We both didn’t want to pull away, but I had to. We both went and sat on my bed, we both cuddled up together. Liam kissed the top of my head and pulled me in closer. I loved having Liam around because we would just cuddle and talk about whatever we wanted. School, Lacrosse, the supernatural, you name it we would talk about it. I turned on a film and we enjoyed each others presents, while he played with my soft brown hair.

Sadly it was getting late.

“I will have to get going soon, it’s getting really late” Liam tells you. I looked up at him, with the sad look in you brown eyes.

“Can’t you stay the night Li, we don’t have school tomorrow so we can cuddle all day, and you know I will be safe, please” I begged, but I didn’t have to ask Liam twice.

We both got under the covers and cuddled up to keep warm.

“I love you Michelle” Liam whispered in my ear.

“I love you too Liam” I smiled back planting a soft kiss on his lips.

All of a sudden Liam pulled away.

“What’s wrong Li?” I asked

“Wait I have just realized something” he answered

“What, what did you realized babe?” I asked again, he looked straight at me.

“You finished The Maze Runner without me, we were reading that together” He finally said, I playfully slapped him on the chest.

“Stupid, you really worried me then, I thought there was something really up, and I couldn’t wait I had to read it, sorry Baby I will carry on with you still though, and oh my god the twist” I was beginning to say but Liam interrupted me.

“Say no more, I will read it, but at least you have to wait to read The Scorch Trials with me” He said laughing

“Yeah, I will wait” You said with a grin on your face

“You didn't” 

“I did only 2 chapters”

He pulled me into him and started to tickle you.

“That’s what you get for leaving me behind”

anonymous asked:

I keep trying to let this go but I can't stop tweeting these as shoes my feelings. I hope they do have a season 4 and the premiere ratings are embarrassing. I also hope someone realizes what this show had in Tom and Nicole and actually give them some quality work to do together. All in all SH was a horrible show after the first season minus the leads. So I'm happy this frees them up to do better things, just sad I can't see them on my screen together, for now anyways.

Okay so this has been sitting in my inbox for awhile now and I’m sorry that I’m just now getting to this. No scratch that, I’m not sorry it took me awhile to answer this because I wasn’t in the best head space to tackle this ask. My mental health is more important to me and it took a long ass time before I could even open up my computer to type this response out. I’ve been using my mobile app to reblog tumblr posts. 

Now that I’ve had some time to reflect I figured now would be a good time to post my thoughts. I know many have done this and while I’ve aired some of my grievances on twitter, I haven’t sat down and articulated how I felt about things.  

So while part of me would love to see a s4 just so that it crashes and burns because lets face it, we all know it will. I’m not sure they should even pick it up for another season. It feels like it would just be rewarding them for bad behavior. Ultimately it doesn’t matter to me because once Abbie Mills died, the show died with her. 

When the SH first started I wasn’t too familar with the cast with the exception of Orlando Jones and John Cho. Tom Mison was unknown to me and but I did recognize Nicole Beharie. Her face was familiar. It took a minute to remember what movie I saw her in prior to the show. It was American Violet. Anyways I instantly fell in love with her. Here is this short spunky black woman in a lead role on a fantasy show. Wow. Talk about hitting the jackpot with her casting. She had such an amazing chemistry with Tom and I was hooked right away. Finally I had a show with a woman that looked like me in fantasy genre. This was why I was so drawn to SH. Aside from the mythology all the characters in s1 (most of s1) just meshed really well. I couldn’t wait to see the episodes. I learned how to use photoshop so I could create gifs and graphics because I couldn’t get enough of Abbie and Ichabod. I even joined twitter just to tweet about my favorite show. This series was why I joined a fandom. So this was all new territory for me.

When s2 started the novelty started to wear off. Yes I still watched every week live. Yes I still chatted about the show on twitter. Yes I still created gifs and reblogged like crazy on tumblr. Yes I still shipped Ichabbie. But I noticed that Abbie wasn’t been showcased as important as Ichabod was. I noticed her storyline wasn’t as prominent as it was before. She was more the helper and while I would argue with anyone that Abbie wasn’t a sidekick. The writing for a time told a different story. It was very irritating seeing Nicole not featured in promos like Tom. Hell Katia got a bit more attention on the promo department or it was on par with Nicole which was some bullshit. After the AMDB hastag was started my hope was that the writing for Abbie would indeed get better and was told by tptb that our voices were heard and adjustments would be made. Little did I know that I was being lead into a false sense of security regarding her character development because had I know what I know now I would have left the show at the end of s2. 

So here we are in s3 and that joke of a finale. Never did I think that this show would butcher 3 years of character development in 2 simple lines. 

“Abbie Mills has done what she’s suppose to do.”

“Our job was to carry you forward.”

Those 2 lines destroyed what made Abbie Mills THE OTHER WITNESS. She was picked long ago to be a witness. It was her destiny. Or at least it was back in s1 and s2. Apparently in s3 she was just the help. Those 2 lines turned her into nothing more than a prop. I was gutted. I was already upset that the writers killed her off. In the same fashion as her running into the tree back in the mid season finale. So in she really died twice in s3. Her death ended up being just a simple hand wave. She got no funeral. Her sister and father didn’t visit her grave. She wasn’t even told she was loved in her final moments of her life. Let alone in death. It was like the writers gave zero fucks about who Abbie Mills was and why she was so important to this show. 

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Tom Mison aka Ichabod Crane knew, HE KNEW what made this show work. It was Nicole. She was the glue that held this show together. And they killed her off. The writers didn’t give a shit. Her send off was so lackluster and disrespectful how could you treat your co-lead like this? 

Abbie Mills meant so much to me. I get so little representation anyways on tv. Even less in genre so he death is a huge loss. For me it was like I lost a family memeber. I truly mourned for her. Still mourn. I cried, i didn’t sleep. My rage kept me from eating for hours at a time. I felt like when she died a part of me died with her. I have a void in my heart that will never be filled. Not with how they treated her character. Abbie was the light that this show needed. She grounded it to reality. The perfect balance to Crane’s over the top behavior. That light is now gone from the show. No matter what s4 looks like it will never be as good as it was when Nicole was on it. 

The writers all need to be fired. Yes I said it all of them. Because they’ve proved how little they value black women. Because if anyone has one ounce of a fuck that finale wouldn’t have happened. Her send off would have been better. But no one cared. No one in that writing room cared. You write what you know. It’s clear they didn’t value what they had in Nicole Beharie. If they don’t value the characters they write for how do you think they see real life people. Becuase their personal views are reflective in how they write. So Nicole wanted to leave okay why did she have to be reduced to just a prop in her final episode. Her identity what made Abbie Mills who she was got ripped out of her hands. Why would they do that?

It felt so cold and calculated. Like a middle finger to anyone that was a fan of Nicole.  All the ship baiting was wrong too. They knew how the season was going to end and baited the fuck out of Ichabbie with zero fucks. This is how they viewed a segment of the fans of the show. They didn’t care. They weren’t thinking about how I may feel seeing this on the screen. Because for them I don’t exist. They didn’t respect Nicole. They didn’t respect Abbie. They didn’t respect me as a fan. 

So yeah I still have lots of thoughts about this. I foresee big things In Nicole’s future and I can’t wait until her next project. As far as the show goes it’s dead to me. I will probably finish my Ichabbie meme later on. Still reblog fan art and gifs. Still read fan fic. Pretend I never saw that finale because it was a fucking joke. I won’t lie and say I won’t miss the show because I will immensely. What I will miss the most is seeing Nicole’s beautiful smile. So as others have said we’ll always have season 1.

golden-d  asked:

I'm re-reading the Run 'verse for the Nth time - been having a stressful few days and it's like comfort food for me. <3 thank you for writing it.

Awww, thanks, pal. I’m really sorry you’re having a rough few days. I hope it gets better for you like immediately. And you’re very welcome, I’m always just so happy to know that it makes other people happy. That’s just a lot of happy. 

Here, in the interest of better days, have a snippet of Darcy trying to find Jane a new assistant:

“What do you think of Meghan?” Darcy asked, leaning back in her chair and considering the the pictures of the Bifrost Jane had on her office wall. They were the photos from their very first encounter, way back in New Mexico. The day they hit, tased, and met Thor. Poor guy. But, God, that felt like it was a lifetime ago. Was it seriously only three years? Damn.

“Seems sharp,” Jane muttered back half-hidden behind a teetering stack of books and papers spread across her desk. “She ums too much, though.”


“Yeah, every third word is an um. It drives me nuts.”

Darcy sighed and struck Meghan’s name off her mental list of potential new assistants for Jane. Meghan was super smart, actually an astrophysics student, and was a scary wizard with Excel. But, yeah, she did kind of ‘um’ a lot.

“Aaron?” Aaron liked thrash metal, knew more about tea than any person Darcy had ever met, and was crazy brilliant at math.

“He chews with his mouth open.”

“You chew with your mouth open,” Darcy muttered back. “Amit?” Amit loved to bake, would be sure to keep Jane stocked with pastries, and was way strong with CAD and database programming.

“He smiles too much. How is he that happy all the time?”

Darcy rolled forward in her chair and dropped her head onto her tiny, crammed-into-a-corner desk. “You’re impossible, Jane.”

“You don’t have to find me another assistant,” Jane said, but her voice was tight. “I can do it myself.”

“I’m not leaving you with somebody I haven’t vetted,” Darcy said with a sniff.

“Okay, really, you don’t have to vet my students, Miss Agent.”

“Not that sort of vetting, but you know, will they pay attention enough to hand you grapes when you get cranky? Can they withstand the crazy eyes? Will they be able to get you to not sleep on your desk? The important stuff, Jane.”

Jane took the news Darcy was leaving her with admirable stoicism. She was polite and professional. “It’s been wonderful having you. I know you’ve got amazing new opportunities in front of you. I’ll miss you, but you need to look towards your future. You’ve been a tremendous asset to my work.”

It was creepy, frankly. That’s what you say to an actual intern who was only with you for a term; that’s not what you say to somebody you went through three alien invasions with.

Then Jane took her to an entirely professional lunch, had three pints, and ended up sobbing on Darcy’s shoulder for an hour. That was much, much better.

From behind her wall of books, Jane made a disgruntled noise and tried to change the subject, “When is Bucky getting in?”

“I don’t know. He was smuggling himself on a cargo plane, so whatever one he could sneak onto first. It’s not like he could give me a flight number and an arrival time.”

“Don’t you have a super awesome amazing SHIELD plane?”

“Clint offered to fly him, but Bucky vetoed that. I don’t know why. I thought they were getting along.” Darcy sat up straight. “Do you think they’re not getting along? Because that would be not awesome.”

“From what you’ve said, Clint’s spent a whole lot of time at the building site. Bucky might just want some, you know, space.”

Darcy pursed her lips and nodded. “Good point.”

“He’s probably a little overwhelmed.”

With a sigh, Darcy pushed up out of her chair and walked over to lean on the side of Jane’s desk, tired of talking over the book stack. “Also true. He’s really put up with everybody way more than I thought he would.”

Jane snickered. “Boy’s night sounded fun.”

“Boy’s night sounded like a freaking disaster,” Darcy said with a heavy sigh. “Geez. We can’t ever let those guys out alone together again.”

“It wasn’t all bad, they walked that lady home.”

“That poor woman.”

“It was sweet.”

“Can you imagine, though? Out of nowhere Captain America, Thor, some obnoxious dude with arrows, and the creepiest hobo ever, offer to walk you home?”

“It was sweet,” Jane repeated, firming up her jaw, and narrowing her eyes at Darcy. “And Bucky doesn’t look like a creepy hobo.”

“I was talking about Clint.”

“Har har.”

“No, Bucky doesn’t look like a creepy hobo. I finally got him to stop cutting his own hair with a knife and let a professional do it. That was like pulling teeth. I got him into the Tower easier.”

“How did you do it?”

“I found a ye old-y barbershop with an ancient barber who didn’t like to chitchat and was willing to leave the hair long, even if he sort of grumbled about 'kids these days’. So, basically, they were a match made in the grumpy old man part of heaven. Bucky even let the guy give him a shave. Though, I think that was a silent apology for refusing to get his hair cut above his ears. And he let the scruff grow back immediately.”

“Because he knows you like the scruff.”

Darcy rolled her eyes. Except it was true. But, not really! “Because he’s still trying to not be recognized.”

Jane rolled her eyes, not appearing particularly impressed with the excuse. “SHIELD knows he’s out there, and they even know where he is.”

“Just because SHIELD’s hands-off, doesn’t mean nobody’s looking for the Winter Soldier.”

“Ugh,” Jane grunted and propped her elbow on the table and her cheek on her fist, glaring down at the paper in front of her. “Why do you want to be in SHIELD? It’s so dangerous. Stay in academia, Darcy. Get your bachelors in astrophysics! You could do it in a year, and then we could work together on your grad projects.” She glanced up at Darcy and gave her a sad frown. “It’s safer.”

“Sure, that time a flaming deathbot from outer space burned down the town we were in was way safe. Or, last time we were here, the alien elves were super-duper safe, too.”

Jane stuck out her lower lip and looked back down. “Fine.”

Darcy stared her down for a second, then grinned and snapped her fingers. “Sabrina.”

“She’s an art history major,” Jane grumbled.

“I know,” Darcy crowed back, feeling the warm, heady rush of inspiration wash over her. “She’s perfect. Yes! Sabrina. I will bring her in, we’ll give her a try out. Like a week. See how it goes.”

“But … she’s an art history major,” Jane tried again, sounding plaintive.

“I know, it’s great,” she gleefully chirped back. “You can complain about the uselessness of that as much as you complained about the uselessness of poli-sci. You know how happy that will make you.”


“She’s really organized, likes interoffice mail envelopes as much as you do, and remembered your coffee order after the first time. She’s amazingly perfect. I’m a genius.” Darcy patted Jane’s shoulder then went back to her desk to email Sabrina. “You’ll love her once you get to know her.”

“But I don’t want Sabrina,” Jane whined petulantly behind her stack of books.

“Think of it this way, Jane. You’ll be giving a poor, misguided art student the opportunity to do something concrete and worthwhile. Pulling her to the STEM side of the force. It’s like you’re saving her. You’re the best, Jane.”

fight pt. 2 | Jumin Han

(a/n: So here’s part two:) It was really fun writing it and also this is the last part of this Imagine:) I hope you like it! Again, I apologize for any writing mistakes xx)

part 1 | Masterlist| Requests| Ask me anything

summary: After Jumin left for work you felt miserable and you had to have a serious talk when he’d return.


You didn’t get much sleep the following night. You tossed and turned under the bedsheets, your body felt like it was set on fire.                                                You couldn’t get yourself to sleep, no matter what you did. All you could think about was the argument that took place in this room just a few hours ago.       You could still feel his cold gaze, how his dark eyes looked at you. You couldn’t find any trace of amusement in his dark orbs.                                                   You could still hear the heartbreaking words that slipped out of his mouth.

I’m sleeping on the couch tonight. I hope you’re back to normal till tomorrow morning. You know how much I hate sleeping on the couch.

God, he really hated sleeping on the couch, you thought to yourself.         

The last time he had to move his sleeping place onto your newly bought sofa, was when you catched a serious cold. Jumin had to fly to Italy the following morning for some business and you refused to let him sleep in the same bed as you. Where all your germs were distributed around you and he could get infected.

You rememberd the day like it was yesterday. How his pleeding gaze bore into your skin, how his eyes filles with worry and adoration and how your heart filled itself with pure love for this man. He was really worried about you. Overall he was a really protective man who wantet to protect his precious family at all costs. But now, you felt like all of this has changed.

How could he not care about the well being of his daughter?                           You didn’t care about Hawon anymore. But what made you furious was that Jumin simply refused to listen to you. He didn’t even asked about Minah specificly and tried to make you the bad guy.

As you stared at the bedroom ceiling you grabbed the sheet tightly between your fingers.                                                                                                               Now it was almost 8 AM. You only got 3 hours of sleep and you felt like you just drank four bottles of the expensive wine Jumin liked to purchase.                    You rolled on your side. Every muscle in your body hurt. Your face burned because of the tears that finally slipped out of your eyes after Jumin left you alone. At the foot of your bed, little Elizabeth 3rd nestled her furry body against your legs. Jumin must have let her in.

You frowned. He left already.                                                                                Now you remembered. Jumin always left your house at 7 AM so he must have grabbed one of his suits out of his closet before he left for work. He didn’t dare to wake you up. But it was pretty predictable. At work Jumin didn’t hesistate to confront the CEO’s or business men when he tried to set up a new deal for a project. But at home it was the opposite. He tried to avoid any confrontation of any kind at all costs. Sure, sometimes he couldn’t prevent it. But most of the time he acted like a little kid who didn’t want to be scolded by his mother.           But you tolerated his behaviour. You didn’t want to start a fight just because he forgot to turn on the dishwasher or he left you alone with your kids because a important call came in, so he had to rush to work.

But now you could slap yourself for all the times you said: “It’s okay, don’t worry” On the inside you tried to control your anger. This behaviour wasn’t healthy. Not for you, not for Jumin and especially not for your marriage.


After some time you finally decided to get up.                                                  There was no point in staying in bed all day long because Jumin decided to act like an complete asshole.                                                                                      After you washed yourself up and changed into some comfortable clothes, you called in sick at your work. You didn’t feel well enough to squeeze yourself back into those uncomfortable high heels, do left over paperwork and probably meet with new clients. Also you had to check on Minha. After what Hawon did yesterday, you didn’t want to leave her alone with your sick child.

You decided to make Minha a light breakfast, she must be really hungry and exhausted.                                                                                                             So after you prepared some cereal and made her a cup of tea, you approched her bedroom.

“Minha? Are you awake?”, you asked, knocking at the wooden door of her bedroom.

“Yes Mommy, come in”, she answeres, her voice was cracking and she sounded sniffy.                                                                                                                “Good morning”, you put on a bright smile and carried the traywith Minha’s breakfast into her room. “How are you feeling, Honey?”

“A bit better”, she answered, another cough coming out of her lungs. “Mommy I'm hot”

“I know, I’m sorry”, you said.                                                                            Seeing your little one in this state, made you feel terrible. There wasn’t much you could do but you simply wanted to make her illness dissapear. It killed you inside that you didn’t have the power to do that.

“Here”, you said and put the tray on her nightstand next to her bed. “I made you some breakfast. Eat up. You want to get well soon, don’t you?”

“Yes Mommy!”, she said and sat up.                                                                   You were glad that Minha felt a little bit better. Last night you were afraid you had to call an ambulance. You knew you were probably overacting, but your kids were never seriously ill exept for chickenpox, so it was all still knew to you.       You simply missed Jumin’s help.


“Mommy? Is Daddy already at work?”, she asked as you helped her sip at her tea.                                                                                                                       On the cup were pictured of various cartoon charakters like Bambi or Aurora, her favourites.

You swallowed. By the mention of your husband your muscles tensed up.           “Yes Honey”, you answered and saw how her face fell. “He’ll be back this afternoon”                                                                                                             Minha didn’t say anything after that. She just sipped her lemontea in peace while you read her something from one of her favourite books.

It made your heart hurt when you sae how sad she looked after you told her that Jumin left already. She wanted her Daddy here. Sure, you knew what to do to nurse her till she felt better. But she wanted to be held in her father’s arms. She wanted him to read her a bedtime story, to ask her how she was and to tell her lame jokes she still laughed over only because it was her Daddy. Minha has always been a Daddy’s girl while Jimin clinged more onto you.

“Try to get some sleep okay?”, you said and removed some of her hair that fell onto her forehead. “I promise, Daddy will be back when you wake up”

“Are you sure he wants to see me?”, she asked, her big doe eyes pierced into yours. Your heart clenched. Her words hurt and you just wanted to call Jumin, scream at him and tell him that his daughter feels miserable because her father wasn’t there. He really messed up this time.

“Of course, Baby!”, you ressured her and pulled up her covers under her chin. “There was just an emergency at work and he had to rush to work. I promise he’s going to see you when he comes home”                                                      Minha nodded. You had the feeling she wasn’t really believing your words.

“Try to get some sleep”, you planted a kiss on the top of Minha’s head and left her bedroom, the tray with the empty dishes in your hands.


At 7 PM you still waited for Jumin. You left him dozens of text messages on his phone and called him hundreds of times. But he won’t answer and didn’t pick up.

What an asshole, you thought.

You couldn’t keep your promise to Minha. Three hours ago she woke up, called for you and asked if her father finally returned. It broke your heart to tell your daughter the message, that Jumin was still at work.                                         You watched as her big eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall down her cheeks. It took you almost one hour to comfort her. Now she was up in her room, playing with her dolls while Jimin sat in the living room with some of his toys. You could hear his happy squeks and loud voice while he played with his little toy trucks.

You on the other hand, distracted yourself with some chores. Sure, Jumin and your household had a lot of electronic devices that could make things easier. You also had a maid, that would come by at the weekends and would help cleaning the house. But you liked to do things the traditional way. Jumin liked to solve things with money but that wasn’t your style.              

Right now you were busy with cleaning the dishes when you suddendly heard keys jiggling in the door. That could only be Jumin.

What is he doing at home this early?

Sure, you prayed that he would return soon but you didn’t expect that it would actually happen.

“Hey little one”, you heard his voice in the living room.                                  Suddendly your heart started beating rapidly against your chest. You breathed in and out before you set the wet plate aside and dried your hands with a towel.

“What are you doing all by yourself huh?”, he asked Jimin and you looked around the corner. You watched as Jumin kneeled infront of the 3 year old, his briefcade rested against your couch and he started to play a bit with the little car toys that Jimin kept himself busy with.

“Mommy is in the kitchen”, Jimin said and showed him a big smile. “Can you play with me Daddy? Look, I have bought all my cars here. You can have this one!”                                                                                                                    Jimin handed his father a little replica of a white Lamborgini. Jimin was especially proud of this one. Jumin gave it to him on his thirs birthday.

Jumin played a bit with the little toy in his hands.                                                   “Later okay?”, he said and looked down to his flesh and blood. “I’ll have to talk to Mommy first”

“Okay, Daddy”, Jimin nodded and Junin ruffled his dark hair. “But hurry!”

Jumin giggled and kissed the top of Jimin’s head.                                                He stood up, smoothed out his dress pants and made his way into the kitchen.

Like you were struck by a lightning, you rushed to your previous position infront of the sink and pretended like you were still cleaning the dirty dishes.              You heard his heavy steps beside you. The soles of his expensive and polished shoes stride over the white marbel floors.You felt his tall presence behind you. His body towered over yours and you were curious what he would do now.

“Y/N?”, he asked carefully.

“Yes, Jumin?”, you answered after some time,tried to be cold. You wanted him to know that you were seriously mad at him. But you didn’t want to break out into a fight when your child was in the next room.

“I’m…I’m sorry Y/N”, he apologized and your eyes widened. You were totally caught off guard. Jumin never apologized this quickly. Usually you had to wait one or two days till he would say sorry.

“What?”, you asked perplex and turned around.

Jumin’s hand sunk into his black hair and he bit onto his bottom lip nervously. It was really not like him.

“I want to apologize”, he said and took a step closer to you. “What I did was utterly wrong.” Jumin placed his strong hands on your shoulders, you blushed.

You were married to Jumin since 8 years. But he still had this effect on you. He made your heart beat ten times faster just because he looked at you. Besides your kids, he was the one that made you happy like no one else could. Sure, sometimes he really was an idiot but you still loved him with every piece of you.

“I know I shouldn’t have acted like that”, he said and gripped your shoulderblades. You swallowed and gripped your hands tightly.                      “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that I just left instead of talking with you about this and I’m sorry that I went to work this morning. I should’ve stayed”

“Jumin-”, you started but he interrupted you.

“How’s Minha? God I didn’t even check on her”, he closed his eyes tightly. You’ve never seen your husband like this. He looked like he was about to cry. The last times he shed a few tears was at the birth of your children.

“Jumin, hey”, you cooed. You took his hands off of your shoulders and gripped them tightly. That made him look at you. “She’s fine”, you said but sighed a second later.                                                                                                     “She asked for you, but I had to tell her you were at work. She really wants to see you Jumin”

Again he closed his eyes. He probably hated himself now. But you couldn’t blame him because he deserved it. But still, you felt bad to see your husband suffer like this.

“I messed up, didn’t I?”, he asked, his pleading look pierced into yours. You simple nodded. “Jumin, we can’t go on like this”

Jumin lifted up his head. In his eyes gleamed pure worry and he gripped your hands tighter. So tight it almost hurt.                                                                  “What do you mean?”, he asked and you bid the inside of your cheek.

“The only thing that you do is working. Work here, work there. I don’t even see you anymore Jumin.”, you said. “We miss you. Your kids miss you…I miss you” Your voice became desperate and you were afraid you would start to cry.         “We leave our children alone with a babysitter. A babysitter that can’t do her job well. Instead of looking after them ourselves we give then into the hands of a young girl that didn’t even call us when our kid got sick and almost burned down our house that one time, Jumin”

Jumin didn’t say anything. He just listened and you were glad about that.             “I’m gonna take a break from work”, you announced and his eyes widened. “And I’ll fire Hawon. I don’t want her near my kids ever again” You avoided his eyes.

 His dark orbs looked at you intensively, and you could hear your own heartbeat in your ears. You felt like a heavy load was liftet up from your shoulders. It has been a long time since you poured your heart out to Jumin like this.

You waited nervously for an answer.                                                                   But insted you felt how this strong arms wrapped around your body. He nestled his face into the crock of your neck and you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

“Fire her”, he agreed. “I’m so sorry Y/N. Again, I can’t tell you enough how sorry I am. What husband treats his wife and children like this? God I’m terrible”

You shook your head and buried your fingers into his back.                             “You’re not terrible. The kids still love you. I still love you. You just have to understand your priorities. And your priority is your family”

Jumin nodded. “I know. I’m gonna take a break from work too. I want to keep you three as happy as possible. And I can only do that when I give my whole attention to you”                                                                                                     He took your face into his hands and planted a delicate kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you.”, he said and you felt your knees go weak. “And I love our kids. Minha and Jumin are the best things that could’ve happened to me. And of cours, marrying you was the best desicion I ever made”. Again he planted a kiss onto your forehead.

“I love you”, you blurted out and he smirked.

“I love you too”, he said. “Go, have a rest. I’ll do the dirty dishes. You’ve alredy done enough”                                                                                                         You nodded and left a kiss on his lips. God you loved kissing him. His lips were always so soft and his kisses were like a drug. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“Minha is still in her room?”, he asked and started to loosen his tie.                 “Yeah”, you nodded and leaned against your marble counter.                           “I’ll check on her”, he said and after you nodded he left the kitchen.

Jumin Han was a idiot. But he was your idiot. Sure, sometimes he messes up, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t love him any less. You didn’t marry this big goofball without a reason. Jumin loved to spoil you. He liked to buy you expensive designer dresses, diamond earrings and liked to take you on extravagant trips. But the best present that he could’ve give you were your two children. Who loved him as much as you did.

You were deep in thought when you suddendly heard Jimin’s voice pearcing through your house.

“Dad! You said you’ll play with me!”, the little boy shouted. “Dad!”

You smiled to yourself and tried to contain your laughter.


(a/n: I hope you liked it:) If you have any requests just leave a message xx)

Day Off Part Three

Please Read -

Day Off - Part Two 

Day Off - Part One

Bio: after the brothers left on there hunt, you are left in the bunker deciding what to do.

Warnings: light swearing, fluff

A/n: Part 3 to Day off as promised, sorry this one took a bit longer to do but I’ve been busy with work, as well as trying to figure out how to continue this, and i recently watched an episode of Friends and it was the one where Phoebe swaps Monicas and Rachels rooms and it gave me the idea for this.

 Y/N/N = your nick name

“Right then, what should I do?” You asked yourself as you stood up from where you had been sitting, the boys were going to be on this hunt for a few days at least, the first day you didn’t do much other than relaxing, dosed up on pain killers, and catching-up on your favourite T.V shows on Netflix, as you hadn’t had much time to watch them. The day soon flew by, before you knew it, it was midnight and you were getting pretty tired so you turned the T.V off and made your way to your bed, past Deans room you notice the door was slightly open, it was unusual for Dean to leave his door open when he was out, you pushed the door lightly and noticed one of his shirts laid out on the bed and stuck to it was a note which read;


 Because I know how much you love wearing my shirts ;)

 Dean. xxx

 You couldn’t help but smile at the piece of paper, you snatched up the shirt and continued to your room. You opened the door and flicked the lights on, the real task was getting changed. You eventually got your shirt and bra off and proceeded to put deans on, you un-done your belt and managed to slide you jeans down your legs, sitting down on the bed you pulled the jeans off and chucked them on the floor, followed by your socks. You carefully spun round bringing your legs up to lay on your bed, pulling your blankets up and quickly drifted off to sleep.

 When you woke the next morning the pain in you side had dulled down as well as the bruising and swelling, you looked over at your alarm clock and it read 11.00am, you groaned and sat up, you never slept in this late, but you got up and shuffled your way to the kitchen, you made yourself a bowl of cereal and a cup of coffee and sat at the table,and checked your phone for any missed calls or messages, 

2 missed calls from Dean

4 texts from Dean

You let out a sigh and read the first message while eating your cereal,


Hey Y/N/N how are you feeling hope everything is good back at the bunker, this hunt is going to be a little longer than expected maybe 2 more days or so x

Y/N/N don’t forget to take the pain meds if need be, they are in the bathroom cabinet…I think… x

Y/N why aren't you replying? I really hope you're still asleep!


The last text was sent only a few minutes ago, you thought you better reply to stop him worrying,

Hey Deano yeah sorry I was still sleeping, good news the bruising and swelling has gone down a bit and the pain isn't as bad as it was, its more of a dull ache now but no urgent need for pain meds, just hurry up with this hunt I'm getting bored here with no one to torment. x

Not even 2 minutes had passed before your phone buzzed with a reply from Dean

Thank God, I was starting to worry something had happened. At least you’re getting better. Me and Sammy are going as fast as we can with this hunt we’ve figured its a djin we’re now formulating a plan to gank the son of a bitch x

You had finished your cereal and sat back in the chair and started to reply,

I gathered but I am all good :) well go faster haha, just be careful Deano we both know how powerful djins can be, the bastards, be safe and come home whole, both you and Sam Okay?x

Y/N you know me my middle names are careful and safe.  Gotta run, We will be home soon enough, love ya :) x

You set your phone down on the table and let out another sigh, while tapping your fingers on the table, looking round the room trying to figure out what to do, you got up and put your empty bowl in the sink to wash later, you picked up your coffee and wandered to the sofa to watch some T.V, when it hit you, you took a step back and looked down the hall way and smirked to yourself, you had just come up with the best idea ever, not sure whether the boys would agree that it was the best idea ever, you did it anyway.

You made your way down the hall stopping outside of Deans bedroom, you decide to slip into some more comfortable clothing as you were going to be alone for a couple more days. you looked around deciding what to wear and settled on a pair of Deans boxer shorts and one of his plaid shirts hoping he wouldn’t mind. You looked around his room and started gathering his clothes out of his drawers placing them into a laundry basket once, you rolled your eyes to each condom you found in the drawer with his boxer shorts, once the drawers were empty you set to work on his wardrobe placing the clothes into the basket as well, you then placed the laundry basket outside of Sams door.

You turned on the stereo and turned up the classic rock music that started playing, you then went to find another basket for all of Sams clothes, once found you set to work on Sams drawers once done you moved onto the wardrobe and then place the basket outside of Deans door while you went to make another cup of coffee, your side hadn’t been a problem so far, so you went back to work and started placing Sams clothes into Deans drawers and wardrobe and then vice versa for Sams room and Deans clothes taking a sip of coffee once done, you then set to work on swapping everything else; books, magazines, collectables, followed by guns and anything else that was lying around to swap over. 3 hours later you had finished, you took a step back and admired your handy work and giggled to yourself “oh they are going to love me when they get home.”

You turned the stereo off and you made your way back to the living room, the soft padding of your bare feet was now the only sound that filled the bunker, you laid down on the sofa and turned the T.V on, and you drifted off to sleep.

-Part four-

anonymous asked:

Can you write an imagine where Calum keeps begging you to move out of the 'bad neighborhood' that you live in, and you keep telling him that nothing bad happens and that you'll be fine, but a few weeks later, somebody starts shooting at you, and you just barely miss a bullet, and you finally give in and move in with him? (It would mean a lot if you did this because my friend who follows you got shot at and is in the hospital. She told me that she wanted to request something by didn't know what!)

[I’m praying for your friend. Stay strong girl, I love you both xx]

okay so let’s just imagine that calum’s been your boyfriend for a while and he’s always been really iffy about where you live. And he would be super protective and just constantly do everything in his power to have you not at home. So like, there would be all of the normal obsessive protective stuff, like, texting you every day, all the time, with just like any random message. Like, in the morning it would usually be; morning baby, love you xx. And during the day it would be stuff like telling you what he’s up to like; i’m bored at the studio, what are you up to muffin? xxx. or Babyyyy you should be on tour with me :(. And then at night, always just the; sleep tight, baby, I love you, message me when you’re up xxxx. But he would always end up messaging you first in the mornings bc he would wake up first. And all of this would happen no matter what time zone he was in. Like, he would always like set alarms and stuff to wake himself up in the middle of the night if he had to so he could message you and then he wouldn’t fall back asleep until you had replied and he knew you were okay. 

That was srs how paranoid he was about your safety. Then one day you’d have like a 3 or 4 hour exam. And you were planning on messaging him before saying like, wont be able to talk for 4 hours!, but you completely forgot. So, like, your phone would be off obviously during, so it would get to like an hour in and you’d be like fuck I forgot to tell Calum I can’t reply. AND THEN AFTERWARDS YOU’D TURN on ya phone and there would seriously be like missed calls and bloody voice mails and texts that started off nice and then got kinda rude, like, the first was just; hey babe, what are you doing? xxx, and then after a few of them being like; babe? .. hellooo?, and he’d eventually be all like; [y/n], reply. it’s not a joke. and then it would get worse like; fucking reply please, I’m worried. and you’d be reading them and you’d be fumbling trying to reply quickly and then you’d just call him and he’d hear your voice and just start swearing and shit and just being so happy you’re alive but kinda really angry at the same time, and you’d have to be like, ‘Calum, you need to stress less, like, I’m totally fine and I will survive without you next to me 24/7.' 

And that wouldn’t be a fight, it’d be more of just a minor argument and he would be end up being like, 'okay fine, just tell me next time you won’t be replying for a while. I just love you a lot, okay, and I really fucking hate where you live, that neighbourhood freaks me the fuck out and you know that.' 

So then it’d be fine for a while and he would still send messages all the time, but they’d be really cute so you didn’t actually get annoyed or care. But then he would hear something on the news about some mad gang shit that was happening in your suburb and he would absolutely flip out and call you straight away, and thank goodness, you were on the ball and picked up immediately so he didn’t panic more. But he would be so like concerned already and over the phone he’d be all like, ‘no, I’m not fucking joking, babe. I swear to God, I’m getting a taxi to your house right fucking now and you’re getting on a fucking plane and coming here, or I’m gonna have to come there myself.’ And you’d be trying to talk over the top of him and say like, 'Calum, please, just calm down, it’s okay, there’s clearly nothing wrong with me and I’m fine right now,’ and he’d just start yelling like, 'you’re fine now, but who knows what you’re gonna be in five minutes, [y/n].’ and you’d just sigh and be like, 'Calum, give the phone to Michael,’ and he’d be like, ‘no,’ and you’d be really stern like, 'Calum…’ and he’d grunt and pass it to Mike.

And then you’d just tell Michael to calm him down and he would and it’d be all good, kind of, but cal would be super tense and you’d keep messaging him cute things all day to calm him down but it wouldn’t be working so you’d have to go another tactic, which would be like getting him into some sexting ( ;) ;) ;) oh yes) and that would be more successful in keeping his mind off shit 

BUT THEN YOU WOULD ACTUALLY go outside on your way to classes or whatever and you weren’t doing anything at all wrong, you’re just an innocent human, and then there was actually like a huge gang or whatever outside and they’d start shooting at someone behind you and legit a bullet would could come so close (and I don’t need to describe bc you already know what happened and omg i’m so sorry you went through this, you do not deserve )

and you would end up in hospital and apparently when you were in like a state of delirious shockness the paramedics asked who you wanted them to call and apparently you said calum, which you wouldn’t have if you were properly conscious bc you know he would freak out. and then the next thing you know is that he’s just literally snuck into to your hospital bed and he’s got his arms around your waist and he’s got a hold of one of your hands and he’s rubbing it really gently and kissing your cheek and forehead and neck while you’re half asleep because you’re so tired from it all and he’d just be like mumbling things into your ear like, 'it’s okay, sweetheart, i’m gonna get you out of here, okay, you’re gonna come on tour with me, baby, and then i’ll keep you safe, alright? I love you so much, I’m so sorry I wasn’t there to save you when this happened and I’m never ever going to let anybody come near you again, I promise.’

and he wasn’t joking. Like even in the damn hospital before you got released, he would just be bloody questioning all the nurses that came in lmao and he’d want like a damn explanation and medical report about every single drug they wanted to give you, and it would just make you giggle, which would be a good thing bc he was unintentionally cheering you up, and then he wouldn’t let go of your hand for weeks and yeah :) 

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