terrible and rushed but i needed to

Park Chanyeol//Liquid Truth


Summary: You and Chanyeol go way back, and are best friends. It’s become routine for you to come over to the dorms whenever you have a fight with your boyfriend, but lately, he’s been pissed off at you, and you’re not quite sure why.
Scenario: angst, fluff
Word Count: 6,917

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I just love you too much!

Not Langst today, my friends. Today I bring you ‘LaFluff’  :v 

Also, guess who hasn’t finish writing their other stories just to make a new one? That’s right, me. 

Part 2

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In the contrary of everyone thinks, Lance is really shy and doesn’t like to talk about feelings. Yes, he may talk about a lot and say lots jokes, but feelings are a hard subject for him. He loves his friends, a lot, and would do anything for them. Anything but telling them ‘i love you’.

They started telling ‘i love you’ to each other thanks to a bonding exercise that Allura gave them to help them realise they were something more than just a team. Shiro and Hunk were the first one to say the words. Pidge followed not long after them and to eveyones surprise, Keith did too. 

But Lance never did. 

Lance loves all of them! He truly does! But everytime he tries to tells them those three little words, he frezees. 

Shiro and Hunk are always telling him ‘I love you’ and looks a little bit hurt when Lance says nothing back and just smile. Pidge and Keith looks disheartened and hurt as well. 

To be honest, Lance feels guilty. 

They never complained or pressure him, but he could see how it was affecting them. Lance felt thankful for to them for being so kind and patient, but he needed to find a way to express them without words how much he cared. He needed to let them know he loves them as much as they love him. 

Lance has always being an affectionate person, so his hugs and cuddles didn’t surprise his friends anymore. If he wanted to make a point, he needed to do something really special. 


Hunk was cooking when Lance arrived. They started talking and joking like usual. The only different thing was that Lance was being more clingy than other days. Not that Hunk minds at all, he enjoys being the one Lance looks for when he needs a hug or some kind of affection. But there was something different… Hunk could tell. He wasn’t sure what was it, but Lance was acting a bit different. A little fidgety. 

“Are you ok, buddy?” 

“Me? I’m fine, dude. Don’t worry.”

Lance helped him around the kitchen. Hunk gave him ony the easy tasks not wanting to take any risks. Lance was a terrible cook both on Earth and space. He learnt that the bad way. 

“Well, i think we’re done. I’ll tell the others the food is ready!” Before Hunk could leave the kitchen, Lance took him by the wrist. 

“Hunk, wait! I need to… To tell you… Show you something… I think.” He murmured.The yellow paladin looked at him with some confusion before finally understanding what his friend was trying to do. 

“You don’t have to say it, Lance. I can say it enough for the both of us, ok? Until your ready to say the words. No need to rush.” Lance’s eyes widden at this. Hunk chuckles. “I love you, so you don’t have to worry–”

Suddenly, a pair of lips were over his, and Hunk mind goes completely blank. It takes him a few seconds to finally comprehend what’s happening. 

Lance Mcclain was kissing him. 

The kiss was slow, sweet and full of tenderness. When they broke apart Lance gave him a soft smile and without any explanation, he left the kitchen. 

Hunk’s heart was beating fast. 

What?!1

“… Wait, Lance?! What was that? Buddy?!” But Lance was already gone. 


Hunk spends the next few days trying to talk about what happened with Lance with no success.

He doesn’t know how, but instead of talking, they always ends up kissing. 

Hunk stops caring after a while. 


Pidge likes to work at night alone. She enjoys how quiet the castle is when everyone else is sleeping. It gives her time to think and to concentrate in some of her projects. Sometimes, Shiro arrives to try to convince to go to bed early or just to give her some company. Sometimes, instead of Shiro, is Hunk. Bringing her some midnight snacks. 

Tonight, to her surprise, it was Lance. This wasn’t something new. It was weird when he joined her, but it usually happened when he was feeling homesick or just lonely. 

“Hello, Pidgeotto. Mind if i stay here with you for a while?” He asked in a sleepy voice. Before Pidge could say ‘Yes’, Lance was already sitting beside her like he always did, but much closer. 

She didn’t complain though, she only looked at her friend with curious eyes before smiling at him softly. 

“Do you want to know what i’m working on?” 

“Enlighten me, tell me what fantastic stuff have you been doing.” Pidge laughs. 

“Sure you want to know? You know once i get started i don’t stop.”

“We have all night darling. I’m all ears.” 

Lance could be very talktive during the day, but when it was only the two of them, he would often encourage Pidge to talk about whatever she was working at the moment. Pidge noticed that when Lance was feeling down, he prefered to listen to others insteat of talking. 

Hours passes. And they are now laughing about some stupid little joke Pidge made about space. Lance was now hugging her from behind and his chin was resting on her shoulder. Pidge doesn’t feel uncomfortable with this new position but everytime Lance’s whipers near to her ear or his breath hits her neck she feels… Funny. Everything is too intimate, it isn’t like anything they’ve done before. 

Lance tightens his grip on Pidge and she sighs as she leans more on him. “I love you, Lance.” Her voice is small, but Lance is capable of listening the words thanks to how close they were. 

There’s a shift. And suddenly Lance was pulling apart from her. Pidge panics, thinking she messed up the moment. She turns to him, trying to say an apology but Lance was alredy kissing her. 

Unlike Hunk, Pidge reacts fast, and clings to Lance joining the kiss with eagerness. She doesn’t know what came over her or the reason behind Lance’s actions, but she was going to accept his show of affection. 

There’s no need to say, that from that night on, they kiss every time they have a chance.


Shiro knows there’s something going between Lance and Hunk. Everyone with eyes could see it. Their bond was stronger than ever and Shiro couldn’t be happier for them. He also knows Lance and Pidge have become closer. They talked more and spent more time together.

Shiro was proud of Lance. He had been worried for him since the bonding excersice Allura gave them. Shiro is not stupid, he knows Lance have his reasons for never returning their feelings.Yes, it surprised him. He was expecting something like from Pidge or Keith, never him. But he was understanding, everyone was. They did not pressure him or criticized him for anything, they all agreed to wait for Lance to feel comfortable with the situation. 

Still, it didn’t mean they weren’t hurt by his silent. Shiro tried and told the others not to let it show a lot, since he didn’t want to make Lance feel guilty or anything like that. But as more time passed the team grow more insecure thinking it was them the problem and that Lance truly didn’t want to be a part of Voltron. 

Thankfully, that was not the case. Lance was finally feeling comfortable around them again and that was a huge relief them. 

Shiro finds Lance in the hangars and a big smile draws on his face.

“Lance!” Shiro calls his name and the paladin jumps in surprise. 

“Shiro, hey! You scared me, what are you doing here?” 

“I wanted to talk with you for a bit.” 

“Oh… Did i do something wrong?” Shiro frowned at this. 

“What? No, of course not! I came to tell you how proud i am of you!” Lance’s eyes widened. “ You have strengthen your bond with Pidge and Hunk on your own way and you’ve been great on the battlefield. You have improved a lot, Lance. Your aim is amazing and you hand-to-hand combact is much better now, have you been practicing?”  

“I ha-have, umm, yeah, i have… y-you notice?” There was a soft blush on his cheeks. 

“Of course i did. Sorry if i didn’t comment it before. I’m glad to see your commitment. Just don’t strain yourself too much, ok? I don’t want you to get hurt in training. We need our sharpshooter protecting our backs.” 

Shiro was happy, and meant every word. Lance was improving, and he needed to know his efforts didn’t go unnotice. But his smile drop when he saw a few tears rolling down Lance’s face.

“What’s wrong buddy?”

Lance shook his head and hugged Shiro. “It’s nothing… ”

“Lance… You’re crying.” There was a murmur. “What was that, buddy? I didn’t catch that.”

“I said i’m happy… I thought… I dunno. I wasn’t good enough for Voltron, you know?” 

Shiro looked at Lance with disbelief. "What?”

“But having you here… Telling me i’ve been doing a good job… It’s reassuring. Sometimes i just… Doubt my position in the team and… I don’t know. I’m glad to know i’m doing something right. ” And Lance looked truly happy. Shiro cupped his face.

“Lance… I want you to listen to me. You are a big part of this team, you were already good enough.. You may not be strong as Hunk, or fast as Keith, but you are a great sharpshooter and can create awesome plans! You don’t to doubt you position in the team, but if it truly helps to make you feel better I tell you everyday how much i love you and what an important part you are to this team, ok?” 

The boy nodded. "Ok… ” Lance’s eyes were shining and looking at him with so much wonder that Shiro couldn’t help but blush and smile with fondness. 

“I love you…” When those words left Shiro’s lips, Lance launched himself to the black paladin. To seal their lips together and wrapping his arms around him.

Shiro was so surprised he didn’t even move. Lance broke the kiss, and they both stared at each other in silence. The look in Lance’s eyes was enough to make Shiro understand the meaning behind the kiss.

The words he couldn’t say were they, tingling on his lips.

They kissed again, and again and again. Always sweet, always soft. And sometimes, with their grip in each other strong.

Shiro quickly figures out what Lance has been doing with the other paladins.

He can’t truly complain when he enjoys so much of Lance’s special way of telling them 'I love you’.


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Ok, i know you are wondering, “Where’s Keith part?” Well, i didn’t like it. So i decided to write it later. (it was becoming harder and harder to write for some reason????) 

So, i hope you like this. Love you all.  

anonymous asked:

So what do you think of the TP manga so far? Do you like the changes they've been making? Does it take too long to get anywhere? Is Link's backstory fitting? And what do you think of character relationships (particularly Midna and Link)?

So far, I LOVE it! the changes have been fine/great if not, tolerable. I welcome alterations when it comes to Game-to-Manga adaptions. (really what’s the point, if they’re just going to give us the same thing or less?) I feel they’ve found a nice balance of keeping close to story events, yet changing how/when those events play out (much like the Kingdom Hearts Manga).

Changes
let’s talk about the main change that got everyone’s attention: the edginess of this adaption. I was very surprised by this. not b/c of cheap shock value, but by how well it worked. This type of edge raised the stakes and immersed the urgency for the characters. what it accomplished was that, this time, the manga adaption was not going to downplay or refrain certain content, as most LoZ manga has done. (they definitely got this point across by having Link lose his arm). For example, the gore traumatized Ilia, she’s told Link was slaughtered, and she’s a hostage to the Moblin king who has taken an uncomfortable interest in her. this caused her to contemplate suicide, only to eventually lose her memory. the edgy topics/scenes aren’t for nothing, It adds a bit of weight to the story.

But the first thing that caught my attention, was something that’s a make or break for me: the Art style. In my humble opinion, I Love it! And it’s so much better than say, the Ocarina of Time Manga. It striped off that 90’s-manga style that’s been so prevalent in Akira Himekawa’s works. Personally I prefer to steer clear as possible from that style. ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵇ/ᶜ ᴵ ᵈᵒᶰ’ᵗ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵘˢᵇᵃᶰᵈ ᶫᵒᵒᵏᶦᶰᵍ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˣᴰ but that’s just me.
↓ ↓compare Ocarina manga (Left) Twilight manga (Right)

Though few, action scenes are much better than other LoZ manga, and are nicely choreographed. (unlike a one page sword swing with dead enemies just to imply action)

The Pacing  
I hate waiting for stuff to happen in Manga, b/c it’s always weeks of waiting, but true to Twilight Princess, it’s about the journey not the end, and I will happily delay that ending for more content, be it significant or not. b/c once it’s over it’s over. the other LoZ manga rushed WAY to fast, and just abbreviated the story to a crippling degree. So I really like the current pace (ch.30), I just hope they don’t rush through certain spots. dungeons fine but not, say, Snow Peak Ruins. b/c I’m needing to see some Yeto and Yeta in this manga XD.
I’ve heard that this was going to be a 5 volume manga, if that’s true, vol. 5 is going to be a terrible butchered summery, b/c in vol.4 Link JUST got to Castle town, and met Telma. I Hope that’s wrong. 

Link’s backstory
Link’s back story I could do without. Disappearing town? Is it b/c of the Twilight spreading? why is Hero Shade involved with it? what was with that excalibur sword? it kind of upstages the Master Sword, by existing the same way it does. I suspect it’s all JUST to give a reason for Link’s exceptional sword skill (b/c no farm boy could do that stuff, yet we all excepted it in the game so it’s not necessary) anyway, it’s odd and out of place but not distracting. it’s tolerable to say the least b/c it hasn’t resurfaced but all the more useless it is to even add it. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  It reminds me of that weird extra chapter they added in Majora’s mask manga with that weird dancing monster….. What even?

Characters and relationships
I like that Link’s relationship with Rusl wasn’t ignored. Hes the closest thing to a father figure any Link has Ever had. same goes for the little brother role for Colin (love that family). Luda is just the cutest thing in game and now more so here! I’m so glad she got such a main part! If they make the Moblin King end up as he does in game, I’d be happy, though I’m really doubting the screen time will be spared for him. I Love that shad is getting characterization, even with Ilia. I hope it comes full circle with the City in the Sky segment. perhaps Shad can prove no hard feelings to Link and how sincere he is as an ally, as well as any intentions with Ilia (romantically or friendship). with that said, I hope Ashei will get the same spotlight treatment. 

Midna
I just want to say I’m glad they aren’t PRETENDING like we don’t know what Midna looks like (like Sheik is Zelda?!). She is beautiful, and that translates in the manga art style. give that Gal the spotlight, otherwise we wont be seeing that face until it’s all over 

as far as Midna and Link go, I’m glad they aren’t sugar coating Midna for the sake of MidLink. I can’t emphasize enough how much they DO NOT get along in the beginning. They are anything BUT a cute couple, and I’m glad they didn’t change that. in fact she’s a bit of a brat in this one, but for the sake of humor, I welcome it. as for any MidLink I have yet to see any clear sign that that’s where the authors will take it. most likely they will (anxiously waiting for that). But for now Midna is just starting to  get into the friend zone, fresh from ambiguous-ally zone. 

as of the time of this review Chapters 24 are online in English. up to Ch.30+ are available as raw scans. by @chico-hada

Don’t Have to Rush

Summary: Based off the song Toothbrush by DNCE. Seth and reader have had a Friends With Benefits relationship going on but one morning after, Seth and Y/n realize the other person is all they’ve ever wanted. Fluff. Slight angst. Smut.

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Just A Bad Day

Request:  Hello I love your work btw. Can I get a Harry hook x reader where the reader has an awful day and Harry is her best friend and he cuddles her to make her feel better. After he thinks she has fallen asleep her confesses that he loves her and would never hurt her, but she was awake he entire time and heard it all. As long as it has a very sweet kiss and it’s very fluffy I’ll be very happy

Warnings: Mentions of verbal abuse, swearing, a lot of bad luck, fluffy

Words: 1,165

A/N: I made the reader Governor Ratcliffe’s daughter, but do feel free to adjust the reader’s parentage as you see fit!


Do you ever wonder if some days were just meant to be terrible? Yeah… [Y/N] Ratcliffe was having one of those days. First, she woke up late and had to rush to get ready for school. Once she got to school she realized she forgot her backpack which held everything she needed for the day. Upon her realization of forgetting her backpack, she also realized that she forgot money to get something to eat, so that meant she was likely going to go hungry that day since her brother, Rick, was most likely not going to help her out. 

The worst thing that happened at school was probably when she accidentally spilled ink on Dr. Facilier, which of course would result in either detention or some sort of curse. It was obvious he chose the curse because it wasn’t even five minutes after school ended she ended up slipping into a big mud puddle. 

“Okay, [Y/N],” The girl murmured to herself to try and give herself a pep talk, “you just go home, get ready for work, and things will be okay after that.” She muttered to herself as she entered her home, seeing her father standing there, waiting for her. 

After about five minutes of being screamed at by her father for not picking up her room before she left for school and being called worthless and a no good savage, she headed into her bedroom and quickly picked up so her room was to her fathers liking. “Okay…just work.” She mumbled after getting changed. What could go wrong, she was a waitress. 

Everything could go wrong. The first thing that happened was the dishes hadn’t been done from the day before so that meant she had to spend a good hour doing them herself, getting her clothes soaking wet and filthy and ending up cutting herself on a fork of all things while she did them. Luckily it wasn’t major, but it was annoying. Next, she tripped over an uneven floorboard and accidentally spilled food all over Lady Tremaine, which [Y/N] knew she’d pay for at her next haircut. And last but not least, upon leaving her place of employment, she had to get one good burn from accidentally touching the burner of the oven. 

Instead of heading home where [Y/N] were sure to get yelled at for dirtying her work uniform, she decided to head to her best friend’s house to just vent and maybe relax a bit before taking on the rest of the day. 

“HOOK!” [Y/N] called as she entered the house, there being more clothes on the floor than there was an actual floor, along with pieces of rotten food and empty rum bottles everywhere. Much different from her house, where if there was a single speck of dust, she was in trouble. 

“Shh! Dad’s asleep!” Harry called quietly from his room, motioning for her to come down his way, which she gladly did. “What’s up?” He asked her after shutting the door behind her, able to tell she was stressed. 

“Bad day…can I stay here?” She asked, flopping down on his bed and frowning, wanting just to spend some quality time with her best friend, not wanting to really talk about the details of the day.

Harry frowned and nodded, going over to her and sitting down, putting an arm around her and rubbing her arm. “Of course ye can…want ta lay down, lady?” He asked her, that being his little nickname for her since her father had always expected her to be a lady. After nodding, he gave a nod in understanding and laid down on his bed, shifting some to get comfortable before letting [Y/N] lay down beside him, pulling her close and letting her rest her head on his chest, rubbing her back some. 

Harry was never good at comforting [Y/N], she was fairly emotional and got upset rather easy, but he tried his hardest whenever she was upset to make her feel better. But even his awkward attempts at helping helped. 

The two of them just laid there for a long while, neither of them saying anything, Harry just watching as [Y/N] started to relax and her breathing got heavier, taking that as though she had fallen asleep so he began to just quietly talk to her. 

“Aye, [Y/N]… I’m sorry that ye had a bad day…I wish I knew how I could make it better for ye. Ye deserve ta have nothin’ but the best, and it just breaks me heart ta see ye upset like this…fuck, it just breaks me heart ta know ye get hurt at all. Yer just such a beautiful girl…I’d do anything ta put yer beautiful smile back on yer beautiful face…” Harry whispered softly to her, reaching up with his free hand and brushing some of her hair out of her face. 

“Damn…I wish I had the balls to say this when ye were awake…I just, I don’t know…something about ye…I love ye. That’s it, I just love ye. I’m not good with love, ye know that…it’s not that I don’t care, I just don’t know how ta show it, tis all. Because I care so much. If someone were to hurt ye right in front of me, why they’d meet the wrong end o’ me hook. No one will hurt ye while I’m around…no one. Not even me.” Harry whispered, that last sentence barely audible, gently pressing his lips to her forehead. “I love ye…so much.” He whispered against her forehead, and when he pulled away he noticed a small smile tugging at her lips. “What the…ye little fucker!” Harry said, sitting up and realizing that she had been awake. 

[Y/N] laughed at his sudden outburst, putting her hands over her mouth to keep the noise down and opening her eyes, taking a few moments to just laugh before trying to calm down, sitting up and wiping some tears from her eyes, having laughed so hard she began to cry. After taking a few deep breaths, she chuckled one last time before looking at the obviously embarrassed Harry. 

“Harry Hook, you are so dumb, even for a pirate, you know that?” She asked, but she said it with a smile as she looked at him, and before he could open his mouth to comment back, she leaned in and very gently pressed her lips to his, which caused him to freeze, but he quickly got over it and returned her kiss. The two of them kissed for a solid minute before they had to pull away, the kiss wasn’t heated, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t passionate. It was just a more intimate passion. 

“[Y/N] Ratcliffe…I love ye.” Harry muttered as he pressed his forehead to hers, and [Y/N] smiled, reaching up to caress his cheek. 

“And I love you, Harry Hook.” She whispered back. Maybe this day wasn’t so bad after all. 

Summary: Harry searches for his missing hoodie that was taken by [Y/N]. When confronted, [Y/N] playfully denies ever having it, but Harry’s got paparazzi photo proof. **FLUFF**

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“The Missing Hoodie”

You were woken up by the weight of a heavy arm rested over your stomach and loud snoring. You turned over and saw Harry peaceful and in deep sleep. Your eyes shifted over to your clock. 7:00 AM, it read. “Shit,” you whispered to yourself. You slowly moved Harry’s arm off of you, careful not to wake him, and placed a kiss on his temple. It was Harry’s day off after seven continuous days of working. You wanted Harry to sleep in and replenish his strength and energy. You had a laundry lists of things to do before you headed to work. You had your morning run, then grocery shopping to restock the refrigerator and pantry for Harry, as well as cook breakfast. You needed to move quickly if you wanted to get everything done before he woke.

Your footsteps were light and quiet as you scrambled around the house to get ready. You were careful not to make too much noise. You grabbed the nearest items of clothing you could find— black leggings you found in a hamper, a hoodie that laid on the sofa, a cap hung up by the door. You tip-toed back into the bedroom and kiss Harry softly on his forehead. “Good morning baby, I’ll be back,” you whispered, “I love you.”

You threw on your Nikes, grabbed your sunglasses and keys that were on the table by the door, and were on your way.

It was a peaceful run around the neighborhood. You and Harry bought a home just on the outskirts of the city away from the madness but still within reach of everything necessary. There weren’t too many paparazzi in your area but occasionally some would show up. A few fans knew where you and Harry resided but respectfully kept their distance and honored your privacy.

After your run, you headed straight to the grocery store. You went through your grocery list on your phone and bought everything  you thought Harry might need. Harry had mentioned how, as much as possible, he wanted to stay home on his day off. As grateful as he was, he needed a break from the chaos that surrounded him and wanted to remain within the calm, safe, private perimeters of his home.

You returned home with just enough time to whip up Harry’s favorite breakfast. Once everything was cooked, you hopped into the shower, and got ready for work. You were applying your everyday makeup in your bathroom when Harry sleepily walked in, wrapping his arms around your waist and snuggling his face into the crook of your neck.

“Good mornin’, baby,” he said groggily.

“Hey, sleepy head,” you giggled, “What are you doing up? It’s still early.”

“I didn’t feel you next to me. Come back to bed,” he whined, tugging slightly on your arm.

“I’ve got work, babe,” you told him. A pout formed on his lips. You turned to face Harry and draped an arm around his neck while your other hand wiped the sleep from his eyes. You got on your toes and placed a kiss on his lips. “Guess what?”

“What?” he asked.

“I made you your breakfast,” you smiled.

“You did?” he asked excitedly, a grin forming on his lips.

“Mhmm,” you nodded, “It’s downstairs waiting for you.”

“I love you,” he whispered before kissing you once more, pulling you towards him, closing all gaps, and savoring every second of this sweet, innocent intimacy.

“I’ll meet you downstairs,” you told him.

Harry nodded and made his way downstairs into the kitchen. Once you finished getting ready, you followed. Harry was sat at the dining table with his breakfast nearly finished as he scrolled through his phone. “You woke up hungry,” you teased, eyeing his almost empty plate.

Harry smiled back sheepishly. “It’s delicious,” he told you, “I’ve been craving a decent breakfast. The muffin’s Jeff’s been buyin’s shit.” For the past seven days, Jeff had been buying the same bland muffins every for the team. He claimed it to be “a quick, healthy meal”. Everyone hated it.

“Well, I stocked our fridge and pantry,” you said, “If you need anything else, just let me know and I’ll get it on my way home.”

“You di’n’t have to do that,” he said appreciatively.

You shrugged, “I wanted to. You work really hard— for the both of us. It’s the least I could do. I want you to have a nice day off.”

Harry opened his arms, an invitation to sit on his lap. You accepted and kissed his pink lips. “What are your plans today?” you asked him.

“Dunno,” he answered shrugging, “Maybe have a run. Stay home, mostly. Wait for you to come home.”

“I’ll be back before you know it,” you assured him. “Get some rest today.”

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What if since meeting your soulmate is the best thing to happen to you, they get teleported to the site of the worst thing that’s happened to you?

or: my take on this AU by @shitty-check-please-aus


Jack skates through the crowd of his teammates who are currently mobbing the small blonde freshman who brought pie of all things into his practice.  He’s kind of intending to ask the kid what the hell he thinks he’s doing feeding these guys before they have to go run drills, anyway.  Like seriously, does he want a rink full of projectile-vomiting jocks?  Cuz that’s an ugly scene that he does not want to explain to the ice crew.  But he’s the captain, and so when guys on his team act like morons, Jack is always the one who has to go apologize on behalf of the Samwell Men’s Hockey Team.

He’s more than ready to lay into the new guy, but when the crowd parts, and new guy looks up, he smiles this nervous little smile and says,

“Hi!  I’m Eric -” and then everything goes black.  


Coach Bittle got into the habit of always checking the janitor’s closet on his way out of the building every night.  After what happened to Junior, he ended up just sort of gravitating there.  The first time he’d had the urge to check inside, he’d ignored it and spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, imagining a tiny freshman, plopped on a bucket and crying their eyes out.  When the custodian showed up at 5, Coach was already waiting in his truck with a cup of coffee.  Now he just gives in.  Figures that as far as compulsive, guilty urges go, it’s not that bad.  Only takes him another minute out of his way, and now he goes home and sleeps like a baby.

Luckily, depite making it part of his nightly routine for the past few years, nobody’s actually been locked in there.  Well.  Locked in.  There were certainly a few encounters he interrupted.  Those times he was delayed more than a minute having to make uncomfortable phone calls to parents.  

The first and only time that Coach Bittle rescues someone from the janitor’s closet is actually not even during the school year, and he isn’t actually checking for anyone.  He’d just come in to do some paperwork for preseason and spilled coffee on his desk, and when he goes to get the actually absorbent paper towels from the closet, he finds a very large, very confused man in full hockey gear.

“AHHHH!” They both scream and jolt back, Coach stumbling and catching himself on the drinking foundtain, the large hockey man, being not so lucky and still wearing skates, sits in a mop bucket.  His only solace seems to be that it’s currently empty.

“What in the sam hell!?” Coach yells, regaining his footing.  Hockey man flinches and his eyes dart around like a cornered racoon.

“Where am I?” he chokes out.  “What’s - what’s going on?”  He looks up and meets Coach’s eyes.  Coach looks down at hockey man’s jersey.  Samwell Men’s Hockey.  And he is not a stupid man by any stretch of the imagination, so it takes only a few stunned seconds to realize that this must me Junior’s soulmate.  Why else would one of his teammates have been catapulted down to Georgia?

“You’re in Madison, Georgia, son.  Looks like you just met your soulmate.”

“My - but I - I was at practice?”  Hockey man looks up at him, and from way down there, looking so goddamn confused, he finally looks young enough to be playing with Dicky’s team.

“And now you’re here.  So what does that tell you?”  Coach raises an eyebrow.

“That…I…met my soulmate?”

“Sounds about right.  Also sounds like you probably need to be getting on your way back, don’t it?”

“Um, yes.  That would be.  I should.  Um.  Go.”

“Might want to start with taking off the skates first.”

“Oh, I.  Yes.”  Hockey man awkwardly lifts his legs one by one and scrunches up to untie his laces.  Coach helps him pull the skates off, and then offers a hand up out of the bucket.

“Thank you, sir.”

“No trouble.”

“Jack Zimmermann,” he introduces himself and holds his hand out to shake.  “Nice to meet you.”

“Eric Bittle Senior,” Coach tells him, trying not to feel a little pleased when the boy’s face goes pale in recognition.  “Come on, I’ll give you a ride back where y’all belong.”

“But I - That’s Massachusetts.”

“I know what I said.  Hussle, you’ve got another practice tomorrow mornin’ I bet.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we oughtta hope traffic’s on our side.”


Meanwhile, Bob Zimmermann nearly cuts his ear off shaving when he hears a loud thump followed by a sqeuak behind him.  He turns to find a strange young man in a Samwell Men’s Hockey jersey sprawled across his bathroom floor, clutching a pecan pie to his chest.

“Chrisse!” He yells, razor clattering to the sink.  He manages to catch his towel before it falls, luckily, but his yelling seems to have startled the poor kid even more.  He’s shaking a little as he sets the pie down gently and sits up. The blades of his skates clink against the tile.

“I - Um - Oh dear, I am so sorry!  I don’t - I don’t know what happened!  I was at practice and then - I mean - I’ll just be going.”

“Non!”  Bob rushes to assure the boy it’s fine, but when he steps forward, it startles him all over again.  Clearing his throat, Bob steps back and switches to English.  “I mean, there’s no need to apologize.  I know why you’re here, I just - wasn’t expecting you at this particular moment.”

“You…were expecting me?”

“Well…not you exactly, but…the…concept? of you?  Jack’s soulmate.  We - His mother and I, we knew when he met them, they would show up here.”

“Oh…I…guess that makes sense?”

“I’m sorry we had to meet like this.  I feel terribly underdressed.”  The boy stares at him blankly until Bob cracks a smile.  Then, he breaks out into loud pleals of laughter.  His eyes are a warm brown and crinkle at the corners, his nose scrunches.  He looks like such a happy person.  Maybe happy enough that some of it will rub off on Jack.

Hockey boy stands up and shakes the hand that isn’t holding Bob’s towel up.  “Eric Bittle, pleasure to meet you.”

“Bob Zimmermann, nice to meet you too.”  Another good (although strange, very strange) sign: there isn’t a trace of recognition in the boy’s face at hearing the name “Bob Zimmermann”.  Of course Jack’s soulmate would be the only hockey player alive who had no clue who the fuck his father is.  

Eric hobbles out of the bathroom and sits against the wall in the hallway to take his skates off before making his way downstairs to the kitchen where Bob had said his wife Alicia was probably hanging out.  Sure enough, when he found the (gorgeous.  stunning.  drool-worthy.) kitchen, there was a  tall, blonde woman sitting cross-legged on one of the barstools, a cup of coffee in one hand and the other propping open a book.

“Hello,” he announces himself quietly.  She’s still startled, though not nearly as much as her husband had been.  When she turns and gets a look at him, she puts the coffee down and lets the pages of the book flop freely, unfolding herself from the seat.

“Hello.  You must be…”

“Eric.  Eric Bittle.”

“Right.  And -”

“Jack’s soulmate.  Yes ma’am, it would seem so.”  He smiles timidly, and is most definitely not expecting to be enveloped in a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, Mrs. Zimmermann.”

“Well,” Alicia steps back and puts her hands on her hips, regarding Eric with a motherly smile.  “Can I get you a cup of coffee while we wait for Bob?”


Jack and Coach switch drivers every state.  Coach insists that each time, they take a photo in front of the Welcome sign.  Jack snaps a few pictures on his phone when he’s in the passenger seat.  When it’s his turn to drive, he tries to educate Coach on the finer points of hockey and the top NCAA teams, and Coach in turn tries to explain how the hell football works.


The Zimmermanns put Eric on a plane back to Massachusetts that night with his hockey gear stuffed in a duffel and wearing the least obviously early 2000s clothes they could find in Jack’s old dresser.  

“We wish we could go with you,” Alicia tells him, seeming genuinely sad to be sending him off alone.

“But Jack probably wouldn’t appreciate…intruding.  He likes to keep his life at school seperate from his life back home, you know?”  

“Of course, don’t worry a bit.  It was so nice meeting y’all.”


When the airport shuttle leaves Eric in front of his dorm, he’s exhausted from the trip and starting to stress out about seeing Jack.  His soulmate.  Who he’d barely seen in the first place, only a quick impression of tall and eyes before he’d been wormholed to Montreal.  He thinks he has to be seeing things when he first catches sight of his father’s old blue truck pulled up against the curb.  

He shakes himself and starts for the building, but from behind him, Coach’s voice calls,

“Dicky!  Er- Eric!”  Eric’s head spins a little with how fast he turns around.  Because there’s no way.  His dad hadn’t been able to get away from preseason long enough to drive Eric up to school in the first place.  There’s no way he’s - But the there’s Jack, sliding out of the passenger seat.  Because Coach had driven him.  All the way from Georgia.  Because he’s Eric’s soulmate.  Coach is hand-delivering the love of Eric’s life and he just…cannot with this day anymore.

So he focuses on the one tiny part that he can wrap his travel-weary brain around.  He walks up to Jack, who’s watching him raptly, eyes darting everywhere like he’s trying to make sure he memorizes everything before he disappears again, and says,

“I don’t think we managed to introduce ourselves properly last time.”

Jack laughs.

Catsitting | Kyungsoo

Pairing: Kyungsoo x reader
Genre: fluff, slight-but-not-really angst, Hybrid!AU
Words: 6.6k+

You somehow find yourself ‘catsitting’ for your best friend while he’s on a week-long trip. The only problem? His ‘cat’ hates you.

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty


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anonymous asked:

You know, for the first time I kind of feel like 1D really isn't gonna get back together. I really kinda just came to terms that it's done. I think it might have been the way Harry talked about it in the past tense? Like "after one direction blah blah blah". Idk. I'm kinda sad? I still hope they get back together but I don't know anymore.

I’m kinda just where I’ve been with it I think. My original expectations when the band first went on Hiatus changed a while ago, over a year ago now, and I think since then they’ve stayed pretty much the same. 

Like, the band as we /knew/ it is over I think. And I think that’s a good thing? The more time goes on, the more tidbits we get here and there, the more we realise how /bad/ it was, and how unhealthy it maybe was. We were all, us and them, in this crazy cycle and i don’t think any of us realised how fucking crazy it was until it stopped? 

I honestly do see them getting back together, but it won’t be in the 18 months they said, I don’t think that number was ever real? I think it was just because they were pressed so much. I think that’s why it was never certain. I think them having the chance to really, genuinely explore their solo endeavours is the only way the band gets back together, and the only way its a good thing. They need to do what they want, and not be rushed through it.

I think if and when they come back, it will be smaller, it won’t be as crazy, it’ll be smaller venues and less terrible managing. I think it’ll be more authentic? I think they’ll be able to really make what they want to, we’ll be able to see all of them in it. I think the way they’ll come back is when they can all be there, and be /them/. And when that happens I’m gonna be so excited. But in the mean time, I’m also enjoying this.

Ice Cream Is A Form Of Love

Anon request for Michael confessing after Jeremy gets his tonsils taken out!! I hope you enjoy it, I’m sorry if it’s not incredible!!


Jeremy complained about his throat hurting for weeks before being told that he needed his tonsils out. His appointment was set up for an early school morning, and was only supposed to talk about half an hour. Michael had gotten the text the day before, so the second the school day was over he drove to Walmart and grabbed a few pints of ice cream. Mint chocolate chip, pecan, and Oreo, Jeremy’s favorites. He stored them up in his PT cruiser before heading out to Jeremy’s house, where he was now resting in his room.

Michael tapped his finger against the steering wheel to the beat of his too loud music. He was trying his best to drown out the thoughts he’d been having since far before the SQUIP incident. It wouldn’t take a genius to see it, even Rich had known. All he could think was Jeremy Jeremy Jeremy. After the SQUIP stuff went down Rich had certainly tamed down the teasing, but that didn’t stop him from whispering “gay” into Michael’s ear whenever he was caught staring at Jeremy’s eyes, or cheekbones, or back-

Michael had to physically shake that thought out of his head, singing along to Marley just for something to replace it. He thought that Jeremy dating Christine would help but…somehow that just put a microphone to his heart and amplified the sound. Every time he saw Jeremy all he could feel was his heart racing and oh diggyidy damn were those gay thoughts-a flying. But he had just gotten Jeremy to stop being all awkward and worried around him, they fell back into their routinely friendship and just hung out like bros do. Bros, dudes, besties, not-gays.

But Rich and Jake had assured him that if he just told Jeremy how he felt things would go down better. Whether Jeremy accepted him or not, he’d feel better than just sitting around wondering “what if”, even if the thought of confession made his heart wanna chug Mountain Dew red to short circuit itself.

So yes, Michael was on a mission. And he was nervous. He shook in his car seat and gripped the steering wheel. He gave himself little pep talks. He wanted to see his best friend and make sure he was ok too of course, but this was a big deal and opportunity for him. And he wasn’t going to pass it up.

Suddenly he was face to face with the white door of Jeremy’s house, and he knocked to the beginning of the Pac-man start up. He was greeted by Mr. Heere with a “hey Michael! Jeremy’s upstairs.”

“Hey Mr. Heere, you’re looking better off”

The man had gotten a haircut, fixed up his beard, he even smelled like fresh cologne. He was currently fumbling with his tie, something only Mrs. Heere was good at. Michael came over and fixed up said tie, he was oddly close with Jeremy’s dad, he even gave him parenting tips.

“Thanks, I have a meeting at the office today, wanted to look…presentable I guess?”

“You look rocking.” He gave a thumbs up as he finished the knot and pulled away.

“Thanks,” he was saying that a lot today, must be nervous, “but Jeremy’s upstairs. He can take his pain meds in an hour, ok?”

“Gotcha, and hey, knock em dead!”

“As always.”

With the close of the front door Michael made his way up the stairs, the talk with Jeremy’s dad had calmed his nerves down some, but he was still on the verge of passing out. The door to Jeremy’s room was open, he would have let himself in regardless.

Jeremy was laying flat on his bed, looking up at his DS that he held far from his face. Around the room were video game and movie posters, a lot of crappy horror genre. Clothes were scattered all over the place, his hamper overfilling itself. The walls of his room were a deep blue while the bed sheets were a mix of both the blue and red strips. Jeremy stood
out from the room, at least in Michael’s love vision. He almost forgot to say hi until he saw Jeremy’s icy warm eyes look up at him with an arched eyebrow.

“Hey dude!” Michael made his way over, pulling up chair. “I got your favorite ice creams!” Jeremy smiled and sat up in the bed “I know I know, I’m the best friend ever no need to thank me.”

Michael was beginning to open up the tub to pour them some when his eyes widened at Jeremy’s response.

“…th'nks…” the poor kids voice was terrible! Scratched, croaky, unable to control pitch and overall painful. He made a strange undesirable sound, cringing as he held a hand to his throat.

“Woah dude don’t speak that sounds awful! Are you ok?”

Jeremy simply nodded, his eyes looked from the ice cream to Michael, before softening to become pleading.

Michael felt the heat rush to his face, damn he was cute. “Yeah- yeah I can totally do that.”

He took big scoops of green ice cream and handed the bowl to Jeremy. Who instantly dug his spoon in and ate up, the relieved smile he gave combined with the way his shoulders went slacked showed how good the cold felt to his throat. Michael couldn’t help but smile, he took his own bite, but it couldn’t be nearly as blissful as it did to Jeremy.

“So I’m guessing only yes or no questions huh…does it hurt?”

Jeremy nodded, eyes focused on the ice cream he was scooping furiously into his mouth.

“Is the ice cream at least helping?”

Another nod, this one a little more desperate.

“You’re not gonna talk at all right?”

Nod.

“…Am I the greatest guy you’ve ever met~”

A nod, with an eye roll.

“….well…” Michael almost through up, his voice was shaking as his heart hammered suddenly in his chest. Just do it dammit, don’t wuss out. At least you won’t be able to hear his rejection.

“Well did you know that I’ve had like THE biggest crush on you since maybe like 7th grade and I really really really like you because Jesus dude I like you I mean there’s a lot about you that’s just really awkward and sometimes I worry that you’re a furry but I just hecking love you man!” Michael let his word vomit spit out, unable to control his built up emotions.

He heard a clang as the spoon from Jeremy’s hand slipped against the bowl, “…whAt?!”

“Shhhhhshshshshhhh!!!! Your voice dude!”

Jeremy and Michael both had a match of fully red faces, their wide eyes stared at each other, neither blinking. Jeremy went to speak again-

“Nope! Nu uh! No talking!”

Jeremy gave him this look of shocked this belief, and knowing him long enough he was able to take fully sentences from those expressions.

“I know- I know it’s not a joke though Jerm I’m being serious!”

Jeremy’s jaw had dropped, his face seemed to be getting redder he the second, he nervously piled more ice cream into his mouth. But those eyes never left Michael.

“I-I know…bad timing but I just…I had to tell you ok so you don’t have to answer, I’ll leave you with your ice cream and-”

Jeremy’s cold hand touched the top of Michael’s. When Michael stared at him in wait of an explanation, the boy simply smiled cheekily.

“A-are you sure it’s ok?”

Jeremy’s face screamed ‘it’s more than ok’

Michael looked down at his sneakers, unable to hold back his relieved smile, physically shaking as adrenaline rushed out of him.

“What about Christine?”

Jeremy took a moment to grab his phone, type in a password, and do a fair amount of scrolling. When he turned it to Michael it was Jeremy admitting that he liked someone else to Christine, and thinking that they should break up, followed by a fair agreement by Christine. She even wished him good luck with the new crush and asked to stay friends.

“Oh…you like someone else…?”

An eager nod.

“…who?”

“I’s you…idi’t…!” Jeremy voice sounded god awful but in that moment the nails-on-chalk-board effect of his vocal chords was the most beautiful thing he’d ever heard.

Michael smiled, trying to ignore the awful cringe Jeremy held and kissed his forehead. “Holy shit man this is like!! The best day! Ever!! Even better than that time I watched Rich fall down the stairs this is amazing!”

Jeremy laughed, the choked noise halting short with a pained noise. Michael kissed his hand “hey hey it’s ok…relax and eat your ice cream ok!”

Jeremy nodded, his eyes now holding an ‘I love you’ as he nuzzled against Michael’s hand. He ate his ice cream, before patting the free space in his bed. Michael handed Jeremy his pain medicine before laying down beside him, soon after about a half hour of cuddles, I love you’s from Michael, and eating ice cream, Jeremy’s pain began to calm down, allowing him to fall asleep. Michael kissed him again, he just wanted to kiss and kiss and never let go of what he’s always dreamed of.

Jeremy never knew getting his tonsils taking out could end up so awesome.

My Saviour - Four

A/N: Dr.Dean AU. I’m loving all the feedback I’m getting on this. Thanks to my beta @thorne93, you are awesome.

Characters: Dean, Reader, Alex.

Warnings: Angst. Emotional abuse. Alex is a DICK. There might actually be a little fluff here… if you squint.

Wordcount: 3331

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You woke up in the hospital a few hours later, feeling like complete and utter shit. There was an IV connected to your arm and some patches on your chest connecting you to a heart monitor.  You looked around, but there was no one in the room with you, the only sound was the muffled noises from the hallway and the steady beep of the heart monitor.

It took a moment before you remembered what had happened, and when you did, when you remembered that Alex had seen you and Dean behind the bar, your heart picked up its pace as dread filled your body.

In just a few seconds, Dean came rushing through your door, looking anxious. “What’s going on? Are you okay?” he asked, making his way to your bedside. “The alarm went off from the monitor,” he explained.

“I’m fine,” you said flatly, not wanting to meet his eyes. “What’s going on with me?”

“You were terribly dehydrated, which was probably the reason why you passed out, so we started you on some fluids. We did some blood tests just to make sure there wasn’t an underlying reason, but everything came back fine,” he told you. “You really need to make sure you get enough fluids through the day.”

“I haven’t had the best of appetites lately, and I guess I’ve forgotten to drink as well,” you said, mostly to yourself. “When can I go home?”

“We want to keep you overnight, to make sure that we get your fluids up,” Dean said as he fiddled with the IV. Strictly speaking, he could probably send you home in a few hours, since all your bloodwork was fine and all, but he had the opportunity to keep you out of that house for a while, so he took it.

“Where’s Alex?”

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Cassian x Reader, Part 1

Title: Whatever It Takes / AO3 
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Length: 7.5k
Series rating: M for language and sexual content (contains some torture)
Summary: Reader and Cassian have kept their relationship a secret but when Reader is captured and tortured by the Empire, it’s obvious to all of Yavin 4 that Cassian will stop at nothing to get her back.
Author’s Note: A lovely anon requested this incredible idea and I immediately fell head over heels in love with it. Starts out pretty angsty but there will be fluff to make everything better, promise. :) Happy reading!! XOXO
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Imagine: You catch Ramsay's eye. He watches you, then he gives you revenge.

It was your voice that caught his attention. He was walking to feed the hounds when he heard you. You were by a small shop, talking to an old woman about how to make candles last longer.

He looked over, to try to see who had created such a beautiful sound. And it was you. Your physical features were gorgeous. Your hair was (H/L), and (H/C). It was a wonder how you looked so flawless. Ramsay stopped walking, fiddling with the keys in his hand. You looked wonderful delicious.

He was a young boy, a cruel boy. So the first thing on his mind was getting off. Satisfying his urges and lust.

Your eyes were dark, and when you noticed the lord was staring you looked over at him. Your heart also leapt. Those pretty big eyes locked with his and both your stomach’s jumped. It was like time froze. His throat tightened.

You smiled politely, before looking back to the woman you were talking to. It pissed Ramsay off greatly. He wanted your attention. He wanted you to think about him. To wonder. To lust. He wanted your mouth to water when you saw him.

He remembered your face and fed the dogs.

***

“I want five men following her at all times.” Ramsay said to his advisor. Since he killed his father, he was the warden of the North. So he was in control of everyone there.

“Gutter, Thoro, Tames, Red, and Scout.” He announced. “You five will make sure no harm comes to her. Do not let her know you are there, though. If she comes in contact with any of you, I will kill you.” He smiled darkly. “Understood?” They nodded. “Good.”

Ramsay had to admit, he was being stalkerish about this. But he had to make sure his little cardinal was safe. Especially out here in the North.

He found out soon you were a lady, you had visited from the fingers and decided to stay. You had formed a bond with one of the bed warmers, but thankfully you weren’t one of them. Ramsay would have to kill every man who touched you.

A few days went by and he convinced the bed warmers to get to know you, and tell him about you. Things you liked, loved, and hated. Your favorite flowers and books.

After a month he found out where you lived. It wasn’t from lack of information and struggle, it was because he had lots of things to do. But your place was in the tavern, sleeping in one of the rooms with your friend Ross.

He sent you the first gift right after that. It was a bundle of (F/F), your favorite flower. He didn’t let you know it was from him, though. The game was too fun to give that away so fast.

He ordered Ross to tell him how you reacted. And, it disappointed him. You didn’t seem happy, you looked annoyed. If Ross was being truthful, you even said “what dirty old man sent me this?”. Ross tried to convince you it was a romantic gesture. But you didn’t care. You were stuck on the idea it was some creep who wanted into you.

For the next few days he focused on his work. He didn’t care for getting Sansa back. He had another lady in mind. But he was still going to storm castle black. He was going to spoon Commander Snows eyes out. It infuriated him that the stark bitch and Reek escaped.

But he didn’t care too much. His army would win anyways. Soon enough he started thinking about you again.

He had heard you liked talking forest walks, from his five men who had followed you. You would go down the stream, into the woods, and you’d sit on a tree stump and just look at the sky and read. It was beautiful, when he pictured it in his mind. So he decided to go see for himself.

It was really early, the times you went to take your walks. He was fine with it, the waking up early bit. He dismissed his guards and walked far behind you, able to see your hair faintly from far in front of him. He wished he was a little bit faster. Soon enough you turned into the woods, going to sit on your big tree root and admire nature.

When he walked into the woods he saw you were crying. You had your arms wrapped around your legs, your forehead on your knees. His heart caught on fire. Who did this. Who caused you this pain? He would flay their neck and make them live like that.

You didn’t hear him walk up to you, sitting down next to you. “My dear…” He finally spoke up and you gasped, jumping away. “Woah now, calm down please.” He smiled at you. “I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Lord Bolton?” You trembled, wiping your tears away.

He smiled, nodding. “And you are?”

“(Y/N). (Y/L/N).” You sighed. “Sorry. Excuse me.. but… What are you doing out here?”

“I was about to ask you the same thing, sweetling.” He said. You were beautiful. Seeing you up close was like seeing an angel. It made him believe in gods.

“Just walking.” You said, and he said the same.

“But why are you crying?” He asked. He wanted you to tell him so badly. So he could find whomever or whatever caused you this pain.

“It’s stupid.” You said, and he was surprised at your comfortability with him. It was probably because you were so hurt. And it made him angry.

“I doubt that.” He said.

“My betrothed…” You had whimpered and tried not to cry. “He slept with one of my friends…”

That made him angry in three ways. Your lover hurt you, your friend hurt you, and you had loved someone in such a deep way.

He stood up, and you looked at the tall handsome lord. “Ramsay?”

“Come with me.” He held out his hand and you pulled herself to your feet. He hugged you tightly, and you started sobbing. It was strange to get comfort from him. But you needed it. “Shh, my dear..” He soothed you, rubbing your head. He gently rocked you back and forth. He separated from you and smiled. “Show me them.”

Your eyes widened. “You don’t have to…”

Oh but he would. And he did.

He took your hand and you went back into the town. “Show me them.” He said again. You led him into the tavern, and he was hit with many foul smells. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. But you lived here, so he didn’t want to upset you. He put on a straight face and ignored the smells. You were too beautiful to be seen upset.

When people recognized him they gasped, standing up. The music stopped, and all the women froze.

“My Lord.” Ross, the main attraction it seemed, smiling and curtseying, spoke in her seductive voice. “What can I get you?”

“You think I’m here to pay for sex?” He laughed. You seemed uncomfortable so he saved his speech. “Nothing. I don’t need you.” He waved her away. She smiled and walked off. He turned to you, and he felt that same strange feeling of euphoria. His beautiful girl.

“Show me where they are, lovely.” He said to you, and you pointed to the back. Your room.

He grinned wickedly. “Would you like to see them bleed? Would you like to see them beg for their lives?”

“Don’t hurt them…” You said quietly. “Just scare them… Please…”

It made him angry and upset. He wanted to hurt them. He wanted to make them bleed. And scream.

Suddenly, an idea surfaced. He wouldn’t hurt them at all. But his hounds would.

“As you wish.” He smiled at you, and went into the room. A man and a woman lay asleep on the bed. The man was ugly, long hair. Very chiseled jaw. He had a slight beard. The woman was of course what every whore looked like. Long hair, thin eyebrows and lots of color on her eyelids.

“I will take them to my dungeon.” He smiled, and so he did.
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“Why did you do that for me?” You asked him. You were sitting in the woods again, the same pretty spot you always sat.

“Because it angered me to see you sad, love.” He said to you. “And, well, I can do anything I please.”

You smiled, and looked up at the sky. “But I can’t live in the tavern anymore.” You were right. They would never let you.

“You always have a place in winterfell.” He smiled at you.

“I don’t want to be a bother, my lord.” You said politely. He understood how you felt.

“Not a bother at all.” He told you. “I’d love to have you around.” He could imagine his hand around your throat as he fucked you. Your breath ragged as he made you feel such great pleasure. His tongue pleasing you. Your hand slapping his face. Your nails making him bleed. Your teeth making him bruise.

You looked happy. And it made him happy.

He gave you a room beside his. Close to him, so he could make sure you had everything you needed. And so that he could get there quickly at night.

Once, he was in his room killing time before dinner. He heard you crying,and he rushed in your room. “(Y/N)!” He kneeled next to you. You looked terribly sad. Crying again, like when he first met you. “Poor beautiful cardinal, tell me what’s wrong.”

“I keep thinking about it Ramsay I can’t fucking stop thinking about his bloody face and her hair and how they had sex in the bed I slept in since I was 12!” You leapt at him weeping. You sobbed into his arms and he held you, sitting on the floor.

“My sweet rose.” He sighed, petting your (H/C) hair. “You didn’t want me to hurt them then. Do you want me to now?”

You looked up at him through your red watery eyes. “Make them wish they were never born.” You said through your teeth. He grinned wickedly. He was rubbing off on you perfectly.

You looked at the two people tied on the X. Melisa, and your former lover, Leo. There was anger in your eyes. Normally, even in this situation, a girl would be scared. She would feel sympathy. But you, oh, you. You loved it. You wanted to see them hurt.

It thundered loudly outside, and you jumped a bit. His heart leapt. You were so beautiful. He wanted to protect you from everything. He would do anything to see you happy.

“What do you want me to do with them, my rose?” He asked you, and you looked up to him with those big (E/C) eyes.

“What causes the most pain?”

Langst because Voltron has taken over my life

In the dream, Lance is by himself.

He feels like the others should be here. This is important. This isn’t something he can’t handle by himself.

Where are they?

He calls out for them. First for Hunk, who he knows has his back.

The silence is deafening.

He tries Shiro next. There’s no way the leader would let him go into this by himself. Shiro is trustworthy. He’ll be there.

No reply.

Pidge next. The girl has known him pretty long, I’m sure she doesn’t want any harm coming to him.

He repeats her name twice, getting desperate, but he doesn’t even get the echo of his own voice in return.

Keith then. Keith would come to his rescue, and yell at him for getting into this mess in the first place.

Lance fights hard to swallow when there’s no reply to his call. His breathing gets labored but he can’t give up. There are more people. There has to be.

“Allura?” he breathes out, knowing he’s only fooling himself. The girl has no need for him, not really. His vision starts blurring but he shakes his head. The silence continues.

No. There has to be someone.

“Coran? Coran, please,” he tries, barely able to hear himself over the blood rushing through his ears.

“No, no, no, no. No, come on, someone!” Someone, anyone.

He’s choking.

There’s water suddenly. The feeling he’d gotten – the one saying he wouldn’t be able to do this on his own. It’s louder now. It’s so loud.

The water is rushing in, its rushing in towards his feet. He’s barefoot. Where’s his armor?

Where are his friends?

Where is his lion?

“Blue! Blue, where are you, girl? I need you!” he calls, barely able to breathe.

Nothing. Just more water.

Lance feels something warm on his chest. Its weighing him down terribly, so he looks to see what it is. Something is hurting him.

He gasps.

Blood.

Blood is dripping from his chest into the steadily rising water.

There are six small throwing knives protruding from his chest, each a different color. Metallic in the strange lighting of his dream, the colors shine black, white, orange, yellow, green, and red.

The blood keeps dripping. Lance keeps breathing. He starts shaking.

Something is in his hand.

Another knife.

There are tears blurring his vision, but Lance can see suddenly.

He can see the blue of the knife, and the reason none of his friends are coming to his rescue.

It’s because they can’t see him. Can’t stand him. Can’t hear him. He’s useless.

Like Helen of Troy, through the blue knife’s surface Lance can see.

He sees his friends.

Hunk is laughing. Pidge is focused and content. Allura looks proud. Coran is arms wide, telling them all a story.  Shiro is smiling. Keith is immersed and relaxed.

Lance isn’t there.

They don’t need him.

They never need him.

The water swallows him whole, but before he can drown, Lance plunges the blue knife into his own heart and screams.

He wakes to the shrill alarm of an emergency call. Allura’s voice is determined and clear over the speakers.

“To your lions, Paladins, a stray Galra ship just flew into the area.”

Lance blinks the tears out of his eyes, and looks down to his chest, fingers clenched and pajamas soaked through.

There are no knives. There is no water. There is no blood.

Lance sits up, eying the clock. One minute and forty seconds left before Shiro and Allura would scold him for not being in his lion and ready.

He takes a deep breath. And another.

There’s only a minute left now.

Lance forces himself to stand up, and ignores the ache in his chest where it feels like the knives are still buried deep.

He can do this.


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"I Know You Love Her" Part 2 (Ethan x Reader)

Originally posted by thedolangifs

(not my gif) 

 Pairing: Ethan Dolan X Reader 

 Warning: Cursing? (Barely any, but its whatevaaa) 

Word Count: 1,725

Prompt: Part 2 of “I Know You Love Her.“ 

 A/N: Enjoy!  Sorry for the wait xx


 You spent the whole night crying into your pillow; all of the unspoken words were now put into tears, falling freely from your eyes instead of your lips. You had wanted to tell him how you felt from the very beginning, but now seeing how things played out, you wish you could have just kept your mouth shut instead of acting so impulsively. More so, you just wished that your feelings would disappear for Ethan. 

Everything would have been perfect if you hadn’t fallen for him, but then again, you couldn’t help it. Ethan Grant Dolan was everything you’d ever wanted and more. He was the one who put your heart back together after the countless amount of boys crushed it. He was the one who made you laugh until tears jerked at your eyes and your stomach hurt; he was the one you talked on the phone with late at night, having conversations with him that went on into the early morning. He was the one you confided in with everything, the one person who’s opinion actually mattered. He was the one who could make you feel every emotion possible all at once, or nothing at all. 

Practically numb is how you felt right now, the dull sensation engulfing your body besides you heart, leaving you to feel the aching pain in your chest. You heaved out another sob when you heard your phone start blasting your alarm. You wiped your eyes and your eyebrows knitted together, finding it mind blowing that you managed to stay up and not fall asleep. You decided to stay in bed though. You knew for a fact that you weren’t ready to see Ethan. Once glance at him, and you’d break down. Things weren’t going to be the same from now on, and you’d be surprised if you guys would ever be friends again. You clutched the blanket closer to your chest, shutting your eyes as you heard your mom’s feet padding towards your door. 

She knocked twice and entered, a frown etched upon her face. "Hey sweetie, you don’t feel well?” Your mom asked, shuffling over to where you were laying. 

 She pressed the back of her hand to your forehead before gasping. “Y/N! You’re burning up, love. Try and sleep, and i’ll grab you some aspirin for when you wake up.”

You nodded, thankful for the fact that your mom was so lenient and that you were in fact coming down with something. You shut your eyes, and let out a deep sigh before somehow managing to fall asleep.

 You didn’t know how long you’d been asleep for, but when you woke up, your mom’s face was mere inches from yours, smiling gently as she stroked your head. "Hey honey, I’m sorry for waking you up. I’m heading out, I have work. But I invited Ethan over to keep you company." 

 You immediately shot up, "No, mom. I’m alright, really. I don’t need any company. I’m totally fine by myself, Ethan doesn’t have to come over.” Your heart was pounding in your ears, you weren’t ready to see him again. You needed time. 

 Your mom laughed, “Oh don’t be silly, Y/N. He’s already on his way here. He seemed a quite eager to get here, too.” She winked, “But I have to get going. I love you, call me if you need anything.” She kissed your forehead and walked out of your room, leaving you spastic. Your mind was racing along with your heartbeat. You skimmed your brain for any plausible ideas on how to escape this situation. 

By the time you came up wth a plan to avoid Ethan, you heard your front door open and close, along with Ethan calling your name. Your eyes widened and your elaborate plan immediately went out the window as you dropped to the ground and crawled underneath your bed. Your bedroom door opened and Ethan walked in.

“Y/N? You in here?” 

Silence. The room was dead quiet for a few moments until you heard Ethan sigh and watched him walk towards your bed. The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge of your mattress, practically right above you. Your lips immediately trembled as you saw Ethan’s worn out, written on vans shuffle into view. Your eyes stung as you saw the faint, purple ink on the inside of his left shoe, ‘Y/N and Ethan forever! <3’

You let out a shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in, resulting in you clamping a hand over your mouth as you felt the bed shift back in place and watched as Ethan’s feet were now planted firmly on the floor. 

He heard you, there was no doubt about it. You watched as he knelt down slowly, his head peeking under the bed to find you, hand over your mouth with tears in your eyes. He felt his heart clench. If there was one thing Ethan absolutely could not stand to see, it was seeing you cry. When his beautiful honey colored orbs met your tearful ones, that’s when you lost it. 

You started to cry. You laid there under your bed, hair unruly and knotted, eyes full of tears, cheeks wet, face flushed and lips quivering as you poured out all of your emotions. 

Nonetheless, he still thought you looked absolutely beautiful. 

He reached under the bed and grabbed your waist and arm, trying you pull you out from under you bed. Once doing so, he got off of his knees and sat down, pulling you onto of him so that you were cradled in his arms. You placed your head in-between the crook of is neck and sobbed. He shh’ed you quietly, rubbing your back. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead and pulled your body, that was adorned by one of the many sweatshirts of his that you had, closer to him. He’d never admit it, but seeing you in his clothes drove him absolutely insane.

Your cries died down after a while. You hiccuped and breathed in the familiar scent of him, which calmed your nerves greatly, but also sent your mind into overdrive. Not even an hour or two ago you were thinking of how you never wanted to see him again, but right now, all you craved was him, even if it wasn’t in the way you hoped for. You craved to be in his big, comforting arms; to feel his body pressed against yours as he held you tightly to his toned, muscular chest. To feel the tuffs of his soft, dark hair between your fingers, or to feel his hot, minty breath fan against your neck. It didn’t matter how you had him, you just needed him. You needed Ethan.

“I’m sorry,” You stammered. “I-I shouldn’t have told you off like that. I shouldn’t have gotten so mad about you and Meredith. I just got so winded seeing you two be all mushy all the time. I should be happy for you..”

“Y/N.” Ethan mumbled against your forehead. You hadn’t heard him though; you were rambling on with the sincerest apology you could muster up, even though it hurt you to say it. 

You were blubbering, feeling the tears come rushing back, “And the fact that I wasn’t being supportive of you and Meredith’s relationship just shows how terrible of a friend I was..”

Ethan’s mind was elsewhere, not giving it a second thought when he mumbled, “I broke up with Meredith.” 

You still continued, “It shouldn’t have mattered about what she was saying to me in the pool about me needing to get over-”

You stopped talking and you both turned to each other in shock, not believing what was being said. 

“Wait, what?” You said simultaneously, concern laced in his voice, disbelief present in yours. 

“You guys broke up?”

“What did she say to you?”

 He looked at you sternly, as if telling you to explain first.  

You bit your lip and averted your gaze to the floor, “She was just telling me that I needed to get over you because you would never like me and stuff. That’s what got me going last night in the first place..”

His clenched his jaw, causing waves of emotions to ripple through you. “Are you fucking serious?”

“Yes.”

The room was silent for a few moments, the air grew thick. 

“Well she was wrong.”

You immediately snapped your eyes back up to his face, to see him looking straight forward towards your wall nonchalantly giving you a quick glance.

“What?” 

“She’s wrong, Y/N. I do like you. Fuck, I was trying to tell you that in my truck last night, but you wouldn’t let me talk. I’ve liked you for so many years now. I just never thought you’d like me back, which is why I started dating Meredith in the first place. To try and get over you. But when you told me all of that stuff last night, I realized how fucking stupid I was.” He said exasperated, his cheeks a bright red.

You both held each other’s gaze, your faces incredibly close together; so close that you could feel his breath hitting your face.

You didn’t think you were hearing him properly. Perhaps you were still asleep, dreaming. He liked you. He always had liked you. 

“Fucking hell, pinch me. I must be dreaming..” You mumbled.

He let out a small laugh, before his eyes flickered from your eyes to your lips. “I can do something a lot more efficient than pinching you to show you this isn’t a dream, sweetheart.” 

With that, he closed the remaining space between the two of you as his lips captured yours in a much needed passionate kiss. You immediately reciprocated the actions, kissing him with everything you had in you.

 You both eventually pulled away, gasping for air as you pressed your forehead against his. Your eyes fluttered open to see him already looking at you, grinning.  

“Be mine.” 

You looked at him, not fully processing what he had said as you felt your chest swell.

“What did you say?”

“Be” He muttered, kissing your cheek. “Mine,” he whispered in your ear, pressing another kiss to your jaw. 

Your head rolled back, basking in the feeling of his lips hot against you skin.

“Of course.”

You gave him another sweet kiss on the lips before getting off of him. 

“Now, let’s take a nap, crying takes a lot out of a girl.” You joked, jumping in your bed, wrapping yourself up in the covers.

He smiled and got into bed with you, cuddling you from behind. “Anything for my princess.”


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the idea of you; peter parker

summary: reader is overly-dramatic about being in love with peter parker and someone has to do something about it.

word count: 3,700 yo 

warnings: the overuse of the name peter parker, an unnecessarily long fic, terrible writing, some swearing, and the fact that i didn’t bother editing this.

a/n: inspired by the song idea of you by mxmtoon! i wrote half of this at midnight and the other half is just me trying to come up with a decent ending. the last part is so rushed i’m sorry. lmk if i need to fix anything or smth. i don’t even know how to write peter parker. this is the first thing i’ve written in a year.

Your name: submit What is this?


You stared at the back of Peter Parker’s head as you probably missed really important information about your next biology project. Being in love is so uncomfortable.

Or, at least you think it’s love. Maybe? It’s been a few weeks and you still don’t know.

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Earth 38 Barry Allen x Reader Part One

Fandom: The Flash/Supergirl

Characters: Barry Allen, Reader, Kara Danvers, Cisco Ramon

Word Count: 690

Inspired by this imagine by @vividimagines  (x)

Prompt: Imagine being from the same Earth as Kara and Cisco and Barry instantly being attracted to you.

A/N: This was so rushed and so terrible I think I might throw up, but whatever! Hope you guys enjoy!



“Kara, I swear to god, what did you leave in your apartment now? We have to go! I can’t miss Chris Evans being hot!” I was whining like a child. Kara was dragging me down the hall, using her strength to pull me. 

“We go up the stairs so much I might as well skip leg day at the gym.” I grumbled. I know it’s immature, but she needs to see just how displeased I am.

“I’m sorry, okay?! I just don’t want to have to pay for $3,000 popcorn when we have some at home!” Kara took her keys out of her pocket to unlock the door, only to drop them onto the ground. She sighed and quickly picked them back up.

“You are so clumsy, sometimes I wonder if it’s even you out there fighting bad guys!” I said pushing the door open. I quickly stopped in my tracks in the door frame when I saw two guys standing in the middle of Kara’s kitchen looking very lost.

“Um, Kara? Are there supposed to be two strange men standing in your kitchen?” I asked, not taking my eyes off of them. Kara was still rifling through her bag.

“No, why-” She was cut off by the sight of them. A huge smile spread over her face as she saw them and she dropped her bags. 

“Barry! Hi! Why are you here?” Her face suddenly turned serious. “Is there something wrong in Central City?” He smiled and laughed, shaking his head.

“No, we just wanted to come visit again. We were travelling through the Earths, making sure everything was as it was before I, you know, changed the timeline…” He looked down at his feet awkwardly and scratched the back of his neck.

“But, ummmm who is this, lovely lady?” The shorter one said, attempting to lean back onto the kitchen island.

“I’m Y/N. Who are you guys?” I asked, still cautious. Listen, I don’t care if Supergirl thinks that these guys are swell, they just showed up in a locked apartment on the tenth story. That shit is not right.

“Right! Um, Y/N, this is Barry Allen, the Flash, and this is Cisco Ramon, also known as Vibe. I told you about them after I came back from fighting the Dominators. Barry, Cisco, this is Y/N, my best friend. She is also known as the Black Mamba.”

“Whoa, you have superpowers? What are they?” Cisco bounced up and down excitedly, waiting for my answer. I smiled at his childish attitude. It was like looking into a mirror. If that mirror made me a dude. And a geek. And nothing like me.

“I can borrow other people’s powers. I have no idea where a name like ‘The Black Mamba’ came from…” I cleared my throat before shooting a stern glance at Kara. 

“But it seemed to stick with people.” Kara sighed loudly.

“Look! I just suggested the name in passing! Ms. Grant seemed to like it, and you know when she likes something, she does not change her mind.” I playfully rolled my eyes at her exasperation with me. This always happened. 

“But we have to leave now if we’re going to have enough time to go see the movie and buy the tickets. You guys wanna come?” Kara offered to the two of them.

“Yeah! Sounds good. What movie are you guys going to see? It’s not a chick flick, is it?” Barry asked, whining a little at the end. Kara and I looked at each other before laughing loudly.

“Are you kidding me? I’m like the biggest geek in National City! We’re going to see Captain America: The Winter Soldier.” I said, throwing one of the bags Kara handed to me over my shoulder. Their faces lit up with smiles.

“You guys have Captain America here too?! Man, this day keeps getting better and better!” Cisco said.

“Well we have to go if we ever want to actually see the movie, let’s go!” Kara said, speed walking to the door.

I think I’m going to get along just fine with these guys.


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BTS Reaction To Their Girlfriend Being In The Hospital (Sick)

Namjoon: When he received the call that you were in the hospital for the second time he quickly rushed to you. You apologized for making him miss practice again feeling guilty. But he saw how your once warm hands were as cold as ice.

“What’s more important to me right now is you, not practice. Stop apologizing (Y/N) this could be something serious and I need to be here with you.“

Originally posted by somethingdeepandwise

Taehyung: You woke with a terrible pain in your abdomen again causing you to land in the hospital. He sat down in the waiting room, anxious about your health. Your crying pain was still echoing in his ears.

“Please let it be something minor, please,” he’d quietly beg as the doctor went over to him.

Originally posted by myeong-su

Hoseok: He was waiting for you to come home when the phone rang. He quickly went and answered it expecting it to be you but it was one of your co-workers telling him that you had fainted and that you were headed to the hospital. He quickly rushed to go see you wondering what might have caused you to faint. That’s when he recalled all the small signs of dizziness and sudden tiredness prior to the incident.

“I should have taken those mishaps seriously. Why am I so stupid?”

Originally posted by jhopies

Jin: When he came home the phone was ringing. He called out your name lazily but you didn’t answer as the phone continued to ring. He’d answer and that’s when his tired state went away in an instant as he headed out to the hospital. It was your sister who had found you holding your sides in pain, crying. When he got your room number he quickly rushed there seeing you. You’re glowing skin looked sickening, your lips had lost all color, everything in you was drained. He couldn’t enter the room as  he watched you tears forming in his eyes.

“Please be alright jagiya.”

Originally posted by jinkooks

Jungkook: You had minor health problems but never too serious to actually land you in a hospital bed. Jungkook rushed to your side as you gave him a weak smile saying everything is ok. But he knew this is something that could be brushed away.

“I’m going to take good care of you. I don’t want to see you like this again and neither do you, right?”

Originally posted by ky-ngsoo

Yoongi: He had turned off his phone when he arrived at the studio and had forgotten to turn it on again when he was taking a break. It was almost 11 at night when he turned on his phone with a ton of messages from your sibling telling Yoongi that you were in the hospital. Everything around him froze as he read the message again and then looked around for a cab. When he arrived to meet your sibling to find out what room you were in. When he saw you in the faint blue hospital gown and the bags of your eyes seemed more prominent.

“Why did I leave my stupid phone off. I should have stayed with her maybe she wouldn’t be here.”

Originally posted by hugtae

Jimin: You had woken up with a pretty bad headache and the both of you didn’t think much of it but when the pain grow worse to the point that you couldn’t even move he quickly rushed you to the hospital. He couldn’t think straight when he saw that they were taking you away to emergencies.

“Could have there been a way to prevent this from happening? She has to be alright.”

Originally posted by vminv

Just Once (Part 2) // SHAWN MENDES

Once I go to open the door I look back at him as he gives me a wavering look, begging me not to leave.

“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll forget I was ever here in the first place,” with that remark I slam the door shut.

The amount of tears I had shed since the day I walked out the front door of our shared home could fill the lake on the other side of town. I just couldn’t seem to stop. As much as I wanted to seem strong and not depend on Shawn, there was a tear in my heart that ice cream and chocolate just couldn’t seem to patch it up.

I missed him. Terribly. My thoughts consumed by his ruffled curls, eyes the color of my chocolate ice cream, well, what ever was left of it as I had consumed mostly all of it. It hurt the most to know he was probably over it by know and was living his life, carefree and happy, while I sat on the couch owned by my best friend, wallowing through out every day in sadness and misery. I needed to get out. 

Sammy?” I call, my voice echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

“Yeah?” her muffled voice says back. 

“Wanna go to the bar tonight?” The sound of rushed footsteps resonate as she rushes down the stairs, her head peaks around the corner eyeing me suspiciously.  

“You want to go out? You?” She asks bewildered. She comes over resting a hand against my forehead. “You coming down with something, Hun?” I shove her hand of me giggling. 

“I want to get drunk, like really drunk,” I say determinedly. Sammy just grins at me.

“Is this the next faze of I quote operation-get-over-Shawn?” I smile sheepishly. 

“Maybe,” 

“Lets do this!” Sammy squeals, running back up stairs to where I presume she will ponder many outfit choices for tonight. 

Lets do this.

***

It was around 8:15 when we got out the taxi and walked though the doors of the bar. The scent of alcohol and sweat greets me, people already on the crowded dance floor. 

“You go find a seat and I’ll get some beers,” Sammy shouts over the thudding music. 

I nod and watch as her body disappears within the swarm of people all looking to have a good time. I turn away moving to the more deserted part of the club where tables were placed, most of them taken. 

This is what I need, I try to tell myself but my nerves are on overdrive and my hands can’t seem to stop shaking. This place, this was where Shawn and I used to go when we were together.

I lean my head against my hand, looking out the clouded windows. Smart decision, choosing a bar that holds so many memories.

“Your beer,” Sammy says placing them on the table. I take a gulp, the cold liquor making my face scrunch in disgust. I never liked beer. Tonight though, I didn’t care what it was as long as it did its job.

“Thanks,” I say, my hands begin to peel at the label on the bottle.

“Mmm,” she hums, eyes scanning the room. “Lets dance,” Sammy says abruptly, standing up. 

“But we just sat down..” I trail off.

“And you look like your dog just died. Y/n, we came here for you to forget about Shawn. If he was here wouldn’t you want him to see you happy, dancing and just having a good time rather than looking like you were about to start crying?” she frowns at me. 

I pause. “You’re right,” I get up.

“Yes y/n!” Sammy cheers pulling me to the dance floor an into the clump of people. We begin to dance, moving to the beat of the music, and I can’t help but laugh, finally feeling a flicker of happiness I haven’t felt in a while. 

I’m three quarters through my beer when Sammy has disappeared with a guy. It usually happens when we go out so I was used to it. It didn’t bother me that I was left with my beer and the music. 

Chugging the last of it I made my way back to the bar, ordering my second, when I’m approached by a guy.

“Tommy” he shouts over the music that’s still as deafening as ever.

“Y/N” I shout, offering my hand for him to shake. This is good, talking to other men.

“How are you?” He grins. 

“ Good thanks, yourself ?”  I call back, smiling at him.

“Awesome, even more so now I’m talking to you,” He says, his blue eyes twinkling.  I giggle, grabbing the beer the bartender passes me.

“So what brings you here?” I ask, looking at the crowd before looking back at him but a figure catches my eye, causing me to do a double take.

My eyes met familiar caramel ones over the guy’s shoulder whose name I’ve forgotten. He’s here, in the same bar. The pain crashes into me repeatedly like waves against the shore. 

Of course he is. Shawn looks just the same as ever. Hair pushed back off his forehead in a tumbling mess, olive long sleeved shirt hugging his body and tight black skinny jeans adorning his legs. God, he looked good.

“Gotta go,” I say, walking around Tommy and heading straight for Shawn. I don’t know if it was the alcohol or if the misery I had been feeling heightened the loneliness I felt but when I saw Shawn all I wanted to do was wrap my arms around his waist and not let go. 

A group of people pass in front of me and he’s gone for a second. That second however, was all I needed to realise what I was doing. Why was I going up to him? We hadn’t talked in over 3 weeks and as soon as I see him I go crawling back like a lost puppy.

I made my getaway, rushing straight for the door of the club. Cool air slaps me in the face as I quickly walk down the street. 

“Y/N” Shawn calls, his voice still sending shivers down my spine.

I don’t stop until a hand wraps around my wrist, turning me around.

“What Shawn?” I ask impatiently, not meeting his eyes.

“I…I saw you in there, then you left. I just wanted to check you were okay?” he asks and I finally look at him. His eyes weren’t red, he didn’t have bags under his eyes nor was his hair disheveled in a way which might suggest he had been stressed or upset. I knew Shawn like the back of my hand and this Shawn wasn’t heartbroken. 

“I’m doing fine what about you?” I ask my voice trembling the slightest. He opens his mouth to respond when a voice cuts him off. 

“Shawn what are you doing out here? Its cold,” A female appears behind him, wrapping one hand around his forearm. “Oh hi, I’m Jess,” She says noticing me.

“Oh god you have a girl?” is the first thing the blurts out of my mouth. It felt like someone had punched me in the stomach. “Of course you have a girl, you’re Shawn Mendes,” 

Shawn looks at me, his face one of guilt. Jess stands there awkwardly before tugging at Shawn’s arm.

“Come on, lets go back in where its warm,” Her voice feathery soft. I feel like I’m going to be sick.

“Yeah go inside, don’t want you to catch a cold or anything,” I say bitterly, not being able to stand the sight of them together. 

“Y/N” Shawn says taking a step forward reaching out to me.

“Go Shawn, Jess wants to go inside,” I say, playing with the hem of my dress.

He looks like he doesn’t know what to do.

I smile at him. “Go be happy, I told you that you would forget about me,” My eyes prickle with tears. Don’t cry.

As long as you’re sure you’re okay?” Shawn asks, his eyes soft and pleading for me to confide in him.

I nod my head once and they turn away making their way back to the bar, Shawn hesitant to leave at first. I watch as they walk off, Shawn’s arm looping over her shoulders like he used to do to me.

“God I’m so not okay,” I whisper to myself as I turn away, finally letting the first tear fall. That was the second biggest mistake I’ve made in my life, letting him walk away from me. The first was not fighting for him.

Originally posted by thugshawn

Voice of Mine | Bucky Barnes Part 1|

Anonymous requested: YOOOO! Can you please do a Bucky X Reader one where soulmates are a thing and you can talk to your soulmate telepathically and feel their emotions and stuff? And like there’s this big disaster thing going on where ever the reader lives and the Avengers are there and that’s where Bucky and her meet?? Please and thank you. PS. I love your stuff
Lolololol this has definitely turned into a fucking fic instead of just a drabble, but its coming your way! Probably going to be like 10 chapters? Maybe more. Also I changed it a little bit so you can only feel what your soulmate feels after you have met.

Summary: For your entire life you’ve only ever heard the voice of your soulmate three times and you’ve never felt anything from them, so you figured that your soulmate was dead. But that thought is about to change when you come face to face with your destined.

Warnings: Bombings, fighting, swearing, blood, injury, mentions of sexual assault, lil bit angsty.

Originally posted by sassyelf-mage


When you were five your mom explained to you what a soulmate was and how you could communicate with them. As a five year old you were excited at the thought of finding your destined, the person you would be with until your dying day. But for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why they wouldn’t talk back to you. 

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