splash of cold water

How do I stop procrastinating?
  • close this tab, turn off your phone, pause netflix, put your distractions in another room if possible
  • get up and jump around a little, stretch your muscles!!
  • write a to do list (quick and concise- no messing around!)
  • change your environment if you can
  • take your earphones out unless they’re absolutely necessary (music is great but it is a distraction!!! this sucks, i know!)
  • go have a pee, wash your hands with cool water, splash some on your face (cold water, not pee)
  • get a glass of water, eat a fucking apple
  • gET OUT YOUR BOOKS
  • GET A PEN AND SOME PAPER
  • DO YOUR FUCKING WORK!!!
  • nobody can stop you from procrastinating except yourself
  • be PROACTIVE and do it yourself!!
  • you can stop procrastinating by stopping procrastinating!
  • rip off the band aid and just do your fucking work
  • YOU HAVE TO FORCE YOURSELF
  • you can chill later- you’ll feel 6000000% better about letting yourself relax once you’ve actually done some work
  • seriously, you just have to do it
  • stop now!!!!
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“I’ve always felt inferior to you guys. I’m not royalty and I’m not strong. I’m nothing, really. Unlike Gladio, I’m not good with people. The way he connects with them, he’s operating on a different level. Unlike Ignis, I’m not smart and I can’t cook to save myself. But when we hang out, it’s so much fun I forget what I’m not. Then reality hits me like a splash of cold water, and I remember that I don’t belong…but I want to.

Happy Birthday to my Prompto trash @xxlacie​! This is for you~

Before u shave ur coochie/genital region, soak it in warm water or hold a warm cloth on it and then gently exfoliate the area. After u shave ur coochie/genital region, splash it with cold water and pat some witch hazel on it before rubbing in some coconut/avocado/jojoba oil. Keep the skin moisturized. Fuck a razor bump.
There’s an east wind coming all the same, such a wind as never blew on England yet. It will be cold and bitter, Watson, and a good many of us may wither before its blast. But it’s God’s own wind none the less and a cleaner, better stronger land will lie in the sunshine when the storm has cleared.
— 

Arthur Conan Doyle, His Last Bow

**–Love conquers all.– Omnia vincit amor.–

anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU where your soulmark doesn't only symbolise your soulmate, but also how you'll realise that they are your soulmate. (because unlike the romace novels it isn't always "bond" at first sight, sometimes it takes YEARS to discover what was there all along). Now imagine Stiles so obsessed with his very-much everlasting state of virginity because of his bite mark on his chest and HELLO what else could that mean. (part 2 in the next ask)

Part 2: Or imagine derek trying everything to get rid of his mark, because the bullet shaped mark was the reason his young naive self approached the argents, and KATE, in the first place. And we all know how that went.

The water was cold as it splashed on his face – cold and refreshing – and his hands stayed pressed against his face for a long minute, his eyes closed and a tired sigh leaving him. Slowly, Derek dropped his hands from his face and grabbed the edges of the sink. He hesitated before finally lifting his gaze to the mirror in front of him.

His eyes, blank with a hint of sadness and bags heavy underneath them, found the bullet shaped mark slightly to the left of the center of his chest immediately.

Derek had been five when his mom had sat him down and told him about soulmates and soulmarks for the first time. And because of his soulmark, it had also been when he was told of hunters and how he needed to be careful. More careful than any of his siblings and any of his friends.

He had been five and hadn’t listened. He hadn’t listened when he was thirteen either, nor when he was sixteen and approached the woman he thought he was his soulmate.

It had been years – long and painful years – and he had yet to forgive himself for that. He doubted he ever would,and looking at his soulmark made him feel sick to his stomach.

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Written for the 100 Kinks List,  #19 - almost getting caught - requested by an anonymous requester   

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  964

Warnings: explicit language, nsfw, explicit sexual content, smut, unprotected sex, sex in a semi-public place

Author’s Notes: Here, have some smut and Dean being an adorable little shit. Thanks for being understanding when I needed a break.

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

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Two years from now you’re going to be chucking down 5 shots of straight vodka to help you get the thought of me out of your head and you’re going to try to focus on the random girl whose name you can’t remember. And when this happens I hope you run into the toilets and splash your face with cold dirty water and vomit up the words you wish you said to me when you had the chance.
If you take her home I hope the moonlight will keep you awake no matter what time it is and you’ll watch it shine across your bedroom floor where we played and laughed and where I told you I loved you. And I hope the light catches your attention more than the naked girl laying next to you and I hope that when you look at her all you think about is how her eyes don’t shine half as bright as mine used to and how her arms don’t rest delicately on your chest the way mine did. I hope that you can’t escape the moonlight that is a constant reminder of the love you let slip away.
—  Spilled thoughts.
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Anonymous said to skamz:Your untold scenes are literally the best thank you :)) would you consider writing about what happened after the almost kiss like how even left after seeing noora and what isak was thinking the whole weekend before seeing even at his locker? - aah, tysm anon!!! :))))

this is how the whole almost kiss happened, i think. and then this ( first 2 pictures above) is where they left us. it was really intense, coming so close after all that time and being so abruptly interrupted. but for a minute or so, isak doesn’t think about what just happened, because isak is still at a stage where he only lets himself be with even when they’re by themselves. noora being there is like a splash of cold water on the face

and what happens after the scene is probably noora telling him that she’s back from london now. and her looking at even who’s behind isak and isak once again snapping back to reality and introducing them to each other. ”this is…even” he doesn’t say more than that. even is even. that’s all he can let himself say for now. and maybe even’s thinking “who is this pretty girl, and who is she in relation to isak?” it’s obvious for us that noora has never ever been a love interest for isak. but even has no idea. and from the look on his face, i think he might’ve wondered for a second? he looks at her and then at isak, and he looks like he wants answers. from even’s pov, the road leading up to that moment, that almost kiss, was full of obstacles. he doesn’t want another one 

and even is probably relieved when he finds out she’s the girl who used to live here and left to live with her own boyfriend in london. even actually ends up feeling for her because he quickly can tell that being back is not what she wanted, and she seems upset (he tells isak the next day that he hopes she’s okay). and then i think even is really nice to her, and asks if they can help her with her suitcase or something, and she thanks him and tells him it’s fine. and then isak and even end up alone, once again

but it’s too late to just go back to what they were doing. they’re not a couple who’s just been interrupted by a friend and can simply go back to being affectionate. reality just hit them. they actually need some sort of steady build up before their fist kiss. they need to build that little bubble around themselves. and it’s not going to happen tonight. their feelings for each other are still there, but the bubble burst. the kiss won’t happen tonight

we know that isak ends up staying home and doesn’t go to the party. i don’t think even stayed for too long. but that’s when they exchange numbers because the next day is when they first text each other. even is probably next to the door and putting on his jacket and he’s about to leave when he asks isak “we should hang out tomorrow, like last week. that was…chill. what do you think?” and isak is silent for a second before quickly nodding and saying “yeah. yeah, we should do that.” and even gives him a little smile and teasingly tells him “it’d be a good idea for us to have each other’s number, right?” 

and so they exchange numbers. and that’s when even leaves. and isak lets out the biggest sigh, like he can’t believe what just happened. but last week’s heartache when they got interrupted because sonja arrived at even’s place isn’t there this time. isak is still confused, but he’s more hopeful. because he now knows that even wanted to kiss him. he can hold on to that fact, at least subconsciously 

the next day, isak is pretty eager to text even. he’s actually making that first step (3rd picture above), asking even if he wants to hang out like he said yesterday. however, even tells him he has plans with sonja today. and i think it’s important to understand that at that point even is not trying to play with isak’s feelings. this is pretty difficult and confusing for even, too. we’re still supposed to see him as completely sure of what he’s doing and there are definitively moments when even tells himself i’m doing this, and is pretty certain, but also other moments when he hesitates. because it’s not just easy, giving up on his relationship with sonja, letting himself be known, taking that risk. i can’t dump sonja 

but isak doesn’t know about even’s inner conflict. so he’s just. disappointed and, once again, confused and wondering what even’s deal is (4th picture above). that happens saturday morning, and i think it’s isak’s mindset for the weekend, up until the next day when even texts him a random meme in the evening. and then isak knows that even is not fully avoiding him, but when isak asks him if he’s had a good weekend, even doesn’t reply. so, once again, a bit of confusion. but the hope isn’t fully gone. i think it’s clear in isak’s mind that there is something between the two of them. it’s small, but it’s there, it’s established. but the ball is in even’s court, and isak is not going to make another step before even makes one (isak is not there yet) so even will have to do just that 

and even does, the next day, by asking isak if he’s going to the halloween party and proposing that they pre-drink together 

Ezra Miller: Truthfully, I find the tags on clothing to be symbolic. They’re uncomfortable labels, just like real life labels are uncomfortable and confining us all to a boxed hell. They say, “MADE IN USA” and it’s true, we all are sort of made in the usa. Manufactured by the suffocating school systems to be the same cookie cutter being, living to please our peers and not ourselves. 

Me: Ezra please it’s not -

Ezra: “Wash with cold water” we all should just splash cold water in our faces to wake up and see the reality of the world we live in. just. wake up. The best advice comes from the smallest, most insignificant things, isn’t that just so beautiful? 

Me: how many times do I have to tell you it’s not that deep?

Ezra: how many times do I have to tell you I HAVE LITERALLY FUCKED EDGAR ALLAN POE!!!! 

Ezra: DO NOT TELL ME WHAT ISN’T ART I HAVE SEEN DEATH IN THE FACE IT’S KISSED MY TEMPLES AND COMPLIMENTED MY THRIFTED 1902 MAROON FAUX FUR FLOOR LENGTH COAT!!!!

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«That’s what’s been bugging you?»

«I mean, when you look at me you wouldn’t think than I’m nothing but a fun-loving, happy-go-lucky joker. But that isn’t the real me. Behind all the quips and laughs, I’m a mess of hang-ups. I’ve always felt inferior to you guys. I’m not royalty and I’m not strong. I’m nothing, really. Unlike Gladio, I’m not good with people. The way he connects with them, he’s operating on a different level. Unlike Ignis, I’m not smart and I can’t cook to save myself. But when we hang out it’s so much fun I forget what I’m not. Then reality hits me like a splash of cold water, and I remember that I don’t belong. But I want to. Every moment I’m desperate to earn my place–to prove that I’m good enough»

«Think what you will, but I think you’re good enough for me»

if it was you

i am so sorry you’re feeling down, baby. this is what i came up with, i hope it helps. i love you, hope you feel better :) 

mark/jack. 1248 words. pg for cussin’, naturally.

Water splatters constantly as Mark clutches the bathroom counter, leaning over to watch the water rain against the porcelain and swirl down the drain, heedless of its audience. Its innocuous sound does a decent job of covering up Mark’s short, tight sobs.

He lets himself shake for a minute that stretches into miserable timelessness, the muffled sound of his friends’ laughter in the hotel room beyond his closed bathroom door serving as a constant reminder that he can’t hide in here forever. He can’t fall apart on the second day of a con with most of his friends eating pizza ten feet away. He can’t.

And yet here he is.

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Wendy Davis on why women need to drop the “being nice” act

The Women’s March was just the most extraordinary thing I’ve ever seen, and it was a display of this kind of pent-up “good girl” behavior that we’ve all been up to for a long time, where we’ve struggled to go along and get along. I think some of us have suffered from the idea that if we navigate our way more subtly through the challenges we face as women, that that will somehow serve our ultimate goal.

When Hillary Clinton lost that election, and not only that she did not succeed — or that we did not succeed in electing her — but the fact that it happened in such a misogynistic climate against a candidate who had exhibited tremendous sexism and misogyny, I think, was like a big cold splash of water in all of our faces that we decided, “No more being nice.”

It’s not that we’re being ugly now, but we’re being much more assertive, and we’re not demurring to the idea that this isn’t a conversation that we should have, and I’m really encouraged by that. And, while we did not break that glass ceiling — that ultimate one— we took a big leap forward in moving the gender equality conversation in a powerful way, and I think we’re going to sustain it.

Tony splashed his face with cold water, trying to clear his head. Brown, tired eyes stared back at him and Tony made a face at the reflection, sticking his tongue out. It was hard. At the same time, it felt familiar. He couldn’t find his footing. But this wasn’t about him.

“Man up, Stark,” he scolded himself, biting his tongue the next second, because dammit, Steve would hear him, but then he remembered that no, Steve couldn’t possibly hear him. Not in his current state. Tony quietly exited the bathroom and made it to the living room, looking at the small, miserable figure on the couch.

Loki was a prankster and probably thought that he outdid himself this time. The muscles were gone, the strength was taken away, left in a fragile body with a million of illnesses. Loki somehow took Steve’s serum away, and Thor and the rest of the team were out there, looking for the God of Mischief and ready to force him to give back what wasn’t his. Just it was Tony’s duty to make it alright again.

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Ponds || Tom Holland

| Tom Holland Imagine| 

*Random* 

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“You know, if you get any closer to that duck, you’ll fall in the pond,” I heard a soft chuckle from behind me. I turned around to face Tom. He stood with his arms crossed, looking at me with a smile. I took a small step back, but the muddy ground prevented me from stepping any further back, I felt myself slipping and soon enough I felt the cold impact. Water splashed everywhere, a few ducks cleared the space around me. 

“Told you so.” 

I sent a glare as I tried to get out of the water, failing miserably. I looked up at him and let out a huff as I saw him stood, doubled over laughing. He walked towards me and helped me out, still laughing at my misfortune. I trudged past him, shivering as the air began to get colder around me, I was freezing cold. I shook, trying to dry myself off. 

“Can we go? Please?” I asked, still shivering. Tom took off his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders before pulling me into him. I warmed up a bit, but not enough. Burying my face into his shoulder, I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him tight. He chuckled and kissed my wet hair as we began to leave. 

I had a few strange looks off of strangers as we passed them, I couldn’t help but feel awkward as a few stared down at me. Finally, we reached Tom’s house, only to find his brothers standing in the garden, watching as we approached them, me still shivering. 

“What in the world happened to you? You look like you just went swimming in the pond!” Harry stated with a chuckle making me roll my eyes as the three boys began laughing, Tom chucking along with his brothers, he soon stopped when I slapped his chest. 

“You got the pond part right, although she didn’t go swimming… She actually fell into the pond,” the boys erupted into more laughter, catching the attention of their mom, she exited the house. Her eyes widened as she took in my appearance, rushing to my side almost immediately.

She rubbed my arms in attempt to warm me up, “what happened? Tom?! You was supposed to look after her. What did you do?” Tom raised his hands up in defense. 

“I didn’t do anything! She got too close to the pond and fell in. I did warn her!” He defended himself, his mom send him a glare as she took me from him and into her arms, I was about to say something about her clothing getting wet, but she had already rushed me into the house. From outside, I could hear the laughter start up again. 

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“Are you mad at me?” 

Silence. 

“Y/n?” 

Still no reply. 

“Okay, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have laughed at you and I should have told my brothers to stop, lesson learnt! Please forgive me, I love you so much. Pleaseeeeeee?” Tom kissed all over my face, landing onto my lips. I couldn’t help but kiss him back. 

I pulled away and smirked, “we’re going to the park again tomorrow.” 

“Why?” 

I smiled, “no reason, but I’ll give you a warning, stay far away from that pond. You might slip or someone might accidentally push you in, just a tip.” I stated before kissing his lips once again. 

Tomorrow will be a fun day. 

Energize Yourself: No Coffee Required

Finals are approaching, and as attached as I am to my Keurig, downing cup after cup of coffee isn’t the best for you in the long run. Instead of relying on caffeine to keep you going, try one of these natural pick-me-ups first.

Take a walk. Don’t look at your phone. Either listen to a song that motivates you or nothing at all. Silence is a good way to let your mind relax and escape schoolwork for a little while, and the fresh air will help you wake up.

Eye drops. Studying easily makes your eyes tired and strained, but a couple of refreshing eye drops should do the trick.

Take a cold shower or splash cold water onto your face.

Work out for 5-15 minutes. Personally, I tend to get fidgety when I’ve been studying for a while. A short, vigorous workout purges the excess energy from your body while making your mind ready to focus.

Massage your shoulders. Put a little bit of lotion or body oil into your hands and apply it to your shoulders to release the tension that builds up from hunching over your desk.

Try this exercise. Find an empty wall space. Lay on the floor with your legs straight and your heels resting against the wall. Scootch your butt as close as you can to the wall, so that your legs and body are perpendicular, in a 90º angle. Keep your legs straight and your feet together. After a few minutes, stand up. Blood will rush back to your legs and make you feel more alert.Preventative snack preparation. I’m a total junk food stress eater, but as much as I crave it, it always makes me crash into a lethargic state a couple of hours later. To prevent this, prepare or buy a well-rounded meal (protein, veggies, rice, beans, fruit, etc.) ahead of time if you know you’ll be stressed/studying. This will save you time and energy.

Close your eyes, smile, and breathe deeply and slowly. Give your eyes a rest. If you need motivation, picture yourself achieving your goals. Imagine yourself taking the test confidently or think about how attaining your target grade would make you feel. If you need relaxation, take this moment to clear your mind and think of a peaceful place, or let your mind go blank.

Wishing you good luck on your finals!

Arthur Pendragon X Reader - Sheets

“Merlin!” You took a step back, letting the cold water the boy had just splashed on you drip onto the floor. “I was taking these sheets to Arthur’s room.” Merlin looked at you with an apologetic look on his face.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Here, let me grab you some dry ones.” He took the sopping sheets from your hands before you could protest. “Be right back,” he guaranteed, before rushing down the hall. You sighed and leaned against the wall, waiting for his return.

You were a servant at the castle. Fortunately ( or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), you were no one’s personal servant, but it was just an unspoken deal between everyone that you took to things involving the prince or Lady Morganna (things that their personal servants hadn’t done, of course). Maybe it was because they were both your friends, or maybe it was simply because none of the other servants wanted the chance of having to do something dreadful for Arthur, but the reason didn’t matter to you. You simply enjoyed not having to serve Uther all the time.

Footsteps could be heard down the hall, and you stood up straight. “Merlin, that didn’t take you very long-” you began to say, but stopped when you saw it was Arthur rather than the silly servant. “Oh. Hello, my lord.”

“Hello, (Y/N). Have you by any chance seen Merlin? I need him to polish my chainmail.” He was holding the armour in his hands, and you shook your head slightly.

“Your chainmail is fine, Arthur,” you said, giving him a small smile. “But if you really need it polished that badly, I’ll gladly clean it for you. Merlin was rather busy when I ran into him earlier.” You were trying to be nice to him, as he was the crown prince of Camelot. As if hearing his name from wherever he went, Merlin suddenly appeared.

“Here, (Y/N), some dry sheets for Arthur,” he said, turning the corner. “You should have put the wet ones on his bed, what a surprise that’d have been.” Merlin froze in place when he noticed Arthur, who had now taken up an amused look.

“Yes, what a surprise that’d have been indeed.” You couldn’t help but giggle as Arthur shoved his chainmail into Merlin’s arms, causing him to drop the sheets he had gotten for you. “Clean my chainmail, Merlin.” You picked the sheets off the ground.

“I’ll be changing your sheets,” you said, and went off walking down the hall. You soon arrived in Arthur’s room and you got to work, stripping his bed of everything and preparing to replace them with the new sheets. While you were working, you heard the door open and shut. “Arthur?” you called, not turning to see who it was.

“Naturally,” he replied, slumping into one of his chairs. You could hear him tapping his foot on the ground, and his hand on the chair, as if he was bored. You sighed and spun around.

“Is there something you need, or are you just incredibly bored?”

“I’m bored, mostly,” he admitted, standing from his chair.

“Isn’t there something you could do other than bothering me while I’m trying to do something for you?”

“Not really.” You sighed at his response.

“Alright, come over here,” you insisted, beckoning him over. He raised an eyebrow.

“(Y/N), last I checked I was the prince, and I do not have to listen to the requests of a servant.”

“Just do it, my lord.” He gave in, walking over to stand beside you. You smiled and shoved the clean sheets into his arms.

“What’s this?”

“You’re helping me change your bedsheets, Arthur. Just because you’re the prince does not mean that you shouldn’t have this basic skill.” He made a face, but you ignored it as you finished stripping the bed. “The first thing you do is- no, Arthur, let me finish explaining before you begin.”

“It doesn’t seem like it would be a difficult task.”

“It’s more difficult a task than you believe, my lord. You can’t just throw everything onto the bed and consider it complete.” You walked around to the other side of the bed and gave him a small grin. “Toss half the sheet to this side of the bed.” He did as you said, tossing half the sheet over to you.

You began spreading the sheet over your side of the bed, and Arthur followed after you. “Now you just tuck the sheet underneath the mattress like this and- Arthur, that’s incorrect.” You looked up from your finished side and laughed at Arthur’s attempt. It wasn’t bad, but it definitely was not correct. “You need to smooth out the sheet, as well.”

“Show me how to do it again, then.”

“I just showed you, Arthur,” you said with a laugh.

“I’m not exactly a quick learner when it comes to things like this, (Y/N). I’ve spent my entire life not doing anything like this. It’s always been the servants.”

“And now it’s you, sire.” He tried smoothing out the sheets like you said, but he wasn’t doing it very well. You smiled and climbed up on the bed, crawling to the other side to work on the top corner of his half. It was what you always did when you were changing sheets, and you had momentarily forgotten Arthur was even there.

“(Y/N)?” Your head shot up from your now perfect corner.

“Hmm?”

“What is it you’re doing?”

“I’m fixing the sheets.”

“Like that?” You finally realized what you were doing that surprised him so much. You spun so you were sitting on the edge of his bed and looked up at him, an apologetic look on your face.

“I’m sorry, my lord. I completely forgot that you were here. I honestly do apologize for crawling on your bed.” You went to stand up, but Arthur put out a hand to stop you.

“That’s not at all what I meant. I was referring to your crawling, though you getting on my bed was a bit unexpected.” You stayed silent for a moment, nodding your head.

“Your corner is actually not terrible,” you said to him after a moment. He laughed his signature Arthur laugh.

“That means a lot coming from the queen of bedsheets.” You both stood (or… sat… or whatever), just looking at each other. After a few moments of just staring, you both began to laugh.

“This is very awkward,” you managed to get out through your unneeded laughter.

“Indeed,” Arthur agreed, nodding his head slightly. “We don’t seem to get much time to talk about, well, things other than the state of the kingdom anymore.”

“We don’t. It’s quite sad, if you think about it. We used to be so close, Arthur.” Arthur nodded, a small smile on his face.

“If I’m being completely honest, (Y/N), my father wasn’t particularly keen with me always bringing you along. He’s a part of the reason I became distant.”

“Oh, are we being completely honest now? Because if that’s the case, I did used to have some feelings for you. Just a tad, and my mother discouraged them. She’s part of the reason I became a bit distant.”

“You had a crush on me?” Arthur had a slight look of disbelief on his face.

“Naturally. You’re Prince Arthur. You’re not terribly rude, you’re funny, and I would be lying if I said you weren’t good-looking.” You smiled and Arthur laughed. “I don’t understand why you’re acting as though it’s surprising.”

Arthur, who was still standing in front of you, shook his head slightly. “It’s just… I had a crush on you. It was the reason my father was so against the idea of me and you being such close friends.”

“Arthur, that cannot be true.”

“And why not? You’re just as beautiful as any other woman in Camelot.” You stared up at Arthur, your astonishment showing in your (E/C) eyes. He nodded his head and let out a small laugh. “It’s true, (Y/N). You’re absolutely beautiful.” You smiled softly.

“That means a lot, coming from the crown prince of Camelot,” you imitated him, resulting in a smile from Arthur. It was quiet for a few more moments. “Would you ever consider being in a relationship with a….well, a servant?” you asked quietly, looking up at him once more. He sighed, turning away slightly.

“(Y/N)…” Arthur turned his head back to you, and in one swift motion, leaned down to your height. Granted, it was quite low, since you were still sitting on his bed, but he managed it. He slowly connected his lips to yours, a romantic answer to your quiet question. You pulled away, shaking your head.

“Arthur-”

“Shh,” he said, kissing you again. This time, you didn’t protest. You just let the moment be while it lasted. As the kiss got more heated, Arthur gently pushed you back onto the bed, leaning over top of you while continuing the kiss. He was running a hand down your side when the door opened.

“Arthur, I’ve finished your chainmail- oh.” Merlin stopped talking, and you and Arthur pulled away from each other, Arthur rolling off from on top of you. “Shall I come back later, then?” Merlin asked, amusement in his voice.

“What do you think, Merlin?” Arthur asked, sitting up. You followed, smoothing out your now messed up hair in the process.

“I suppose so, my lord. Though, just a fair warning, your father was looking for you. I might have let it slip you were in your chambers.” He grinned, looking from Arthur to you. “You two had better hurry and finish before he gets here.”

“Shut up, Merlin,” you told him, and the boy waved before exiting the room. “I should probably get going, then.” You stood from the bed, but Arthur grabbed your hand. You turned to look at him.

“No, you can’t leave,” he insisted, pulling you back down onto the bed.

“The king is on his way here right now, Arthur, I should go.”

“You can’t leave, (Y/N),” he said once again, suddenly serious. “You haven’t finished my sheets.” It took you a moment to realize he was joking.

“Arthur Pendragon-!” You playfully hit him on the arm, and he laughed before pulling you into another kiss.

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“Son, I need to talk with you.”

“Father, can you not see I’m busy?”

“…What in the world are you doing with that girl, Arthur? I believe I told you not to-”

“Father, relax. What I do is my choice, and I expect you to respect that.”

“I will not have this, especially not from my own son.”

“It’s about time you realize that I’m no longer a child!”

“That has nothing to do with it, Arthur. This servant girl is meant to be doing her job!”

“I don’t mean to disrespect you, Your Majesty, but this is nothing to get so angry about. I am doing my job. I’m only showing him how to change his sheets.”

Falling Sick - Luke

Summary: Luke feels like he’s falling sick in the middle of the night, so he asks you to help since he doesn’t know how to handle it. 

Word count: 1.3K (estimated) 

Requested: Yupsies (request whatever here)

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The night was quiet until Luke started tossing and turning, letting out soft groans. He looked at the time, seeing that it was only 2 a.m., he didn’t know whether to wake you up or not. He looked at your sleeping figure, biting his lip and debating on whether to disturb your slumber. He thought for a minute before deciding that maybe washing his face was best. He got up from the bed, suddenly feeling extremely lightheaded and slightly nauseous. He made his way to the bathroom, splashing cold water onto his face before getting back into bed. He tossed and turned for a few more minutes before turning to you.

“(Y/n), babe, wake up.” He whispered, rocking you slightly. You stirred slightly, letting out a mumbled groan. “(Y/n), sweetie.” He continued to try and wake you. “Babe, wake up.” He shook you slightly harder.

“Mm, I’m up, I’m up.” You let out a yawn, sitting up, “What’s wrong?” You turned to the clock at Luke’s bedside table, “It’s 2:30, what’s wrong, Luke?” You asked, slightly more awake.

“I think I’m falling sick. But I’ve only been sick for like,” He paused for a bit, “I don’t know a few times, and all the times mum was there to take care of me so I don’t know how to handle it myself.” He explained. You let out a soft sigh before smiling,

“I thought something bad was happening. C'mon, let’s go down to the kitchen.” You slipped out of the duvet, standing up and making sure Luke was okay. He stumbled a bit before catching up with you and following you down into the kitchen. “Sit here.” You gestured to the stool at the kitchen island. You rummaged through the medicine cabinet, hearing Luke starting to sniffle. You turned around, watching as he grabbed a tissue and blew his nose. “Runny nose…”You trailed off as you continued to rummage through the medicine box, pulling out some medicine. “Wait, crap, we had dinner at 8, it’s way too late. You need to eat something.” You put the packet onto the counter as you thought of something simple to cook for your boyfriend.

“Okay, I need to whip something up,” You said as you searched the cupboards, finding out that there wasn’t any cereal left, “Since we ran out of cereal.” You turned around to Luke, “What are you hungry for?” You asked.

“Bacon.” He answered immediately, smiling a toothy smile. You smiled back,

“Bacon and eggs then.” You pulled out some pans and the ingredients, preparing everything. Halfway through cooking the eggs, you felt arms wrap around your waist. “Sit down, honey.” You smiled as you turned around, smushing your cheek against Luke’s chest.

“I don’t want to be too far away from me.” He mumbled, pressing his chin onto the top of your head. You let out a chuckle, turning back to the frying eggs. “What if I get even more sick and you’re too far to know?” You could tell he was pouting just by the tone of his voice. You let out a chuckle as you moved the eggs to a plate. You fried the bacon, enjoying Luke’s embrace as you cooked, forgetting that it was 3 a.m.

“Here.” You handed Luke a plate before taking your own plate. You both sat down at the dining table, eating together. You put your empty plate into the sink while Luke stil hadn’t finished his. You took the cough syrup since Luke had started coughing halfway through your ‘breakfast’. You placed the medicine on the table, “This will make you drowsy, so you’ll probably wake up at noon or something.” You poured some warm water into a glass, placing it in front of Luke before making a cup of tea for yourself.

“But I need to head to the studio at 8.” Luke said after he swallowed the last piece of bacon. You took his empty plate,

“Babe, you’ll probably wake up sick tomorrow. I think it’s better if you stay home.” You advised him as you started washing the dishes, “Plus it gives me more time to cuddle with you in bed.” You joked. Luke chuckled, taking all the medicine before putting it back into the medicine cabinet before going behind you and wrapping his arms around you once again, pressing a kiss to your head,

“What would I do without you?” He chuckled, leaning his chin against your head as you finished up on the dishes. You put the last plate onto the drying rack before turning around to him,

“Let’s go back to bed before you get worse.” You took his hand and dragged him back to the bedroom. You both got back into the bed, the drowsiness of the medicine taking a toll on Luke as he let out a long yawn. You faced each other as you laid down, Luke having a lazy smile on his face as his eyes started to droop,

“I’m glad you’re my girlfriend.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into his chest. You let out a content hum, enjoying the warmth radiating off of his bare chest as you closed your eyes.


You woke up earlier than Luke, but when you did, his nose and ears were red and his breathing was slightly laboured as he let out a cough every few breaths. You went down into the kitchen, making some chicken soup for Luke. The coughing from the bedroom got louder as you came back with a tray that had a bowl of soup, a glass of water and more medicine. When you entered the room, Luke had already woken.

“Hey, princess.” His voice was croaky, his lips wearing the same lazy smile from the night before as his eyes were slightly reddened.

“Good morning, Lucas.” You smiled, placing the tray beside him, “I made some soup. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

“Aw, I already feel better now that you’re here, babe.” He grinned.

“I’ll message Calum and tell him you’re not feeling well.” You grabbed your phone from the beside table, telling Calum about his mate being ill before climbing in next to Luke who had already started eating the soup. You grabbed the remote from the side of the bed, turning on the TV and cuddling into Luke’s side. He ate the soup while watching TV turning to you briefly when a chuckle left his lips.

He dosed off a few minutes after finishing his soup and medicine. You slipped out of his arms, taking the tray from his side when he stirred in his sleep, his eyes opening a sliver,

“Where you going?” He mumbled.

“I just need to put this downstairs so that you might be more comfortable.” You spoke softly, pressing a loving kiss onto his forehead. You left the room, hearing Luke let out a cough and a groan. You went downstairs, leaving the tray next to the sink to wash later before quickly going back up. You opened the door, seeing Luke’s eyes closed, his eyelashes resting against his red cheeks. His nose was red from his sneezing and his lips were parted as he let out a cough every once in a while. You slowly got into bed beside him, careful not to wake him as you cuddled yourself into his side. He opened his eyes slowly turning to you,

“Hey, babe.” He said softly, smiling as he wrapped his arm around you to bring you closer to him. He turned to that he was facing you, pulling you into his chest.