toes to forehead

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He couldn’t help but smile when he shuffled in through the door and saw you curled up in a ball on your sofa under his jacket, the collar pulled up under your nose. He sat at your feet and watched you for a moment before he put his hand on your ankle. You jerked up, pulling the pistol from under your pillow and placing it right on his temple just like he’d taught you to do. At first, you were apprehensive to say the least but you knew it would give him comfort if you knew how to handle a weapon (and you had to a couple of times) but every time you touched the thing you went practically into shock.  

Calmly, he wrapped his hands around your wrists. “It’s me, baby… Here.” he whispered, peeling your fingers away from the handle. 

“Shit…” you sighed, finally able to move. You leaned over, letting your legs fall off the couch, leaning over and running your fingers through your hair. “I’m sorry, Frank.” 

“It’s okay, you did exactly what I taught you.” he patted your back. “Good.” he kissed your head before pulling you up off the couch. “I need you to stitch me up.” 

“Okay, go sit at the table, I’ll get the med supplies.” you stood on your toes to reach his forehead, pressing a soft kiss on one of the few spots that wasn’t bruised. 

He obeyed quietly, taking a seat at your kitchen table, waiting patiently for you to come back. You sat in the chair next to him, pulling it as close as you could get to him before ordering off his shirt. You cleaned all the wounds you could see before you started to stitch them up, apologizing every time he winced, which was a lot. 

“It’s alright, baby, thank you.” he said softly when you finished up, apologizing for the last time. 

“I wish you’d be more careful.” you may as well have been talking to a brick wall. You went to put away all the gauze and alcohol and needles, placing everything where it as meant to be before sliding into bed next to him. 

“Thank you for taking care of me, sweetheart. I’m sorry I put you through this all the time.” 

“It’s alright. It’s part of you and I love you, Frank. All of you.” 

“I love you too.” he told you and he meant it more than anything he’d ever said. he led his head fall onto yours, kissing you before you fell asleep. 

If Jeon Jungkook was a boyfriend.

Originally posted by sugutie

  • I feel as if he’d confess first; don’t even try to fantasise that he’ll be cocky or something, that boy is the literal epitome of shyness.
  • I’m guessing everyone can imagine how the confession went; baby would be all stutters and fidgeting because shY and cutE, like, my heart is melting and turning into gooey mush.
  • In addition, he’d be insecure and SO unsure, like, baby no you’re perfect.
  • Jungshook when his S/O would say that they like him back.
  • Jung shook when he’d have the cutest kiss on his nose (bonus; S/O tiptoeing to reach because JungGigantor- a concept that I’d pay to see over and ovER.)
  • And the Chronicles of Boyfriend!JK begins.
  • He’d be veRY shy about PDA; S/O would be playfully annoyed that their hand wasn’t being held and so they’d introduce the idea of holding pinkies.
  • because Baby JK.
  • It becomes a habit for years to come.
  • Pinkie holding when watching TV; JK’s pinkie close to breaking if he and his S/O watch a horror movie together.
  • Pinkie holding begins when the two start to cuddle- something that happens like so many months into their relationship because JK is an idol and S/O tries hard to not cry themselves to sleep as they hold one of JK’s hoodies (JK also wants to give S/O space and doesn’t want to seem clingy.)
  • JK comes back and S/O is happy.
  • They celebrate with a competition of who can eat the most cup noodles.
  • JK gifts S/O snacks from different countries.
  • The sounds of crunching literally resonate throughout the room.
  • That’s all you’ll hear for, like, half an hour.
  • JK acts gooey and feeds S/O with red cheeks and the cutest bunny smile OH MY LORD THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME ON A SUNDAY MORNING.
  • JK deciding to introduce S/O to his hyungs (bad idea.)
  • Seokjin advises the two to use protection (JK dies and so does his S/O), Yoongi gives JK a pat on the back, Hobi’s so happy for JK and JK just sheepishly smiles, Joon can’t believe that JK’s growing up, Tae and Jimin just bombard the S/O with memes and silly faced pics of JK (”what’s your number? i’ll send them to you when he’s asleep” Tae whispers as JK wrestles with Jimin to delete those godforsaken pictures)
  • S/O gives Tae their number.
  • They’re put into a gc with 6/7 of BTS (excluding JK.)
  • S/O is constantly sent pictures of JK smiling at his phone.
  • Jimin exposes JK saying that his home screen is S/O.
  • JK finds out about the gc.
  • JK tries to be angry because there’s pictures of him coming out like a waterfall.
  • He can’t help but smile because S/O doesn’t say anything bad about him and he realises that they are so purely in love with him it’s unreal (’DON’T TEASE HIM LIKE THAT’, ‘JIMIN HE’S BEAUTIFUL FIGHT ME’, ‘I CAN’T BELIEVE THAT A GREEK GOD IS MY BOYFRIEND’)
  • He sees S/O in a different way after that.
  • Appreciates them a lot more (as if he didn’t before.)
  • #WHIPPEDASSHIT
  • #ASWHIPPEDASWHIPPEDCREAM
  • They play video games together.
  • Stay awake together because Energetic Bunny.
  • if S/O is smol. he will use them as a weight on his back as he does press ups.
  • if S/O is tol, will still use them as some type of gym equipment.
  • competition as to who can do the most press ups.
  • nobody can lose against him WHAT IS HE FED?!
  • When S/O eats, it’s instinctive for them to feed JK because they’re tired of JK stealing their food.
  • S/O always wishes JK a goodnight with a paragraph of how much they love him.
  • JK always sleeps with a smile on his face.
  • The world is a better place after that.
  • because JK is happy.
  • ooh, i forgot.
  • JK having their hair touched if he puts his head in S/O’s lap.
  • JK attempting to slow dance with S/O on the tips of their toes- foreheads touching, not a care in the world PROTECT THESE TWO AT ALL DAMN COSTS I’M BEGGING YOU.
  • the two are precious human beings and if they fall asleep on a couch together, expect pictures from BTS because their maknae’s a baby in love and it’s adorable and DESERVES TO BE CHERISHED.
  • that is all.
  • I am out.
  • thank you for reading :) 
Concert Mischief - S.M

so I accidentally deleted this! literally kill me I was just trying to fix something but no my fat fingers hit delete instead of edit 


“Babe you will do fine” I whispered for the third time.

“I don’t want it to be fine, I want it to be great” he gripped my hand a little tighter.

“then do it how you want to it, not how management wants” I said getting on my tippy toes and kissing his forehead.

“what if they don’t like it” he said holding onto my hands that were on either side of his face.

“they will, you know how I know?” I smiled brightly at him.

“how?” he breathed back.

“because I love it” I stared into his eyes.

“you love everything I do” he mumbled. “you have to, you’re my girl” he let one hand drop from his face.

“okay well they will love it because you made it. Because you once again poured your heart into a new song and a new concert” I ran my spare hand through his hair ruffling it up a bit he ducked from my touch.

“I’m so glad you’re here” his smile grew a little more.

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anonymous asked:

ikkaku receiving a confession by a long time friend or someone he knows by association (like they hang w yumichika or renji or st), whatever works best but...i wanna marry him 😤

Aaaah, yes! Please enjoy!

“I don’t remember you being such a quitter!” Ikkaku yelled as his Zanpakuto clashed with Renji’s. “You’re telling me you’re tired already?”

“Yeah, right!” Renji quipped. Another strike of his blade. “’Just that seeing this fight go nowhere is starting to get boring.”

“I agree,” you and Yumichika said at the same time, watching on with bored expressions. You were sitting cross-legged under a tree, your head propped up on your hand as it rested on your knee. They both ignored you, and you and Yumichika exchanged exasperated looks.

They’d been at it for hours, and they never seemed to tire. The trash talking started while on the way to the training grounds, and hadn’t stopped since. It had all been quite entertaining in the beginning, but watching those two losers bicker while they both tired was getting to be tedious. The only upside to this was that Ikkaku looked damn fine, covered in tiny bleeding cuts, sweat, and dirt, that smirk on his face that showed he was having a grand time sparring with his friend. Still, though, you were getting antsy just sitting there.

“I wanna drink,” you called out, getting to your feet in one fluid motion and clapping the dirt off your hands. It was getting late, the sun just starting to set behind the mountains, and if you didn’t hurry, your usual place was bound to be filled up. Yumichika sighed in relief, moving to join you from where he leaned against the tree with his arms crossed. “You can both join us whenever you’ve finished flirting.”

“Hah?” came the chorused question from both the blood-covered idiots. Before Ikkaku could make his inevitable retort at the thought of flirting with the redheaded lieutenant, Renji sheathed his Zanpakuto.

“I’m in,” he said, picking his way over to you with a quick look over his shoulder at his bald sparring partner. “You in, or not?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Grumbling, Ikkaku, too, put away his sword, and rolled the stiffness out of his shoulders. “I got it, let’s go.”

Picking up a familiar pace, Ikkaku by your left side as he always was when you walked together, the four of you made your way to your regular bar. Immediately upon entry, you were greeted by the staff by name, and shown to your usual table, your drinks already waiting. Nights at the bar with this particular crowd happened at least twice a week like clockwork, and you couldn’t wait to be seated next to Ikkaku to enjoy the conversation, and the best sake in the Seireitei. 

You didn’t know when these feelings of yours started to develop, but there they were one day, and there was nothing you could do about it. You were suddenly very aware of his presence, and of everything little unconscious gesture he made. Th grin he made while he was listening to friends tell their stories, the sly little lick of his lips when he was finished taking a sip of sake, the cool way he lounged at the table, with one leg pulled up as he rested his arm on it, sake cup in hand. Dammit, the man wasn’t even trying and your heart gave a little flutter. All of this didn’t escape Yumichika’s insightful gaze, and he’d been increasingly difficult to ward off. You remembered distinctly the time he cornered you, blatantly accusing you of being infatuated with Ikkaku, all sharp, but encouraging smiles. It still gave you chills to think about how astute he could be.

As the night wore on, the conversations flowed seamlessly, easily transitioning from one topic to the next until you four had been there for several hours. Throughout the night, Yumichika had been edging farther into your space, causing you to scoot away from him…and closer to Ikkaku. Currently, you were practically pressed up against him, so close that you could feel the heat radiating off his toned, muscular body. If you didn’t know any better, you would have blamed the blush on your cheeks on the alcohol. No one else seemed to notice, however, and if they did, that’s certainly what they would have blamed it on.

“Well, aren’t you three cozy,” Renji laughed, eyes glazed and cheeks flushed. 

“W-What?” you stuttered out. “W-Well, that’s–”

“I was admiring how soft her hair was, and was asking about what kind of hair products she uses,” Yumichika said flawlessly. The twinkle in his eye made you squint, but he played ignorant. “How am I supposed to touch her hair without getting close to her?”

“Hair?” Ikkaku slurred, whipping around to face you. He was right in your face, mere inches from it, in fact, eyes scrutinizing you and your hair. Without warning, his hand was on top of your head, scrunching up your locks with a look of concentration. His slid his hand down the side of your head, trying to get a better feel, but it felt more like he was caressing you. “It is pretty damn soft.” 

“Er… Thank you…” You looked down at your lap for just a second, before turning away from him, downing your little bit of sake in the most casual way possible.

“Wait, let me feel!” Renji’s rough hand was suddenly petting your hair, and you couldn’t do anything but sit there, blinking in confusion. He muttered his thoughts on your hair, making the other two men laugh. If nothing else, you were grateful he had diffused that awkward feeling between you and Ikkaku…

The evening continued much the same for another hour before Renji and Yumichika called it quits. Renji had early morning lieutenant duties that Captain Kuchiki would skin him alive if he didn’t show up on time for, and Yumichika’s reasons were less important, but very like him. Apparently, staying out too late too often was bad for the skin, and he would be thoroughly irritated if he woke up the next morning with dark circles, or worse. The knowing wink he gave you when they departed outside the bar told you otherwise, though, and you were left with a drunk Ikkaku to walk around with.

“What a bunch of wimps,” he grumbled, crossing his arms indignantly. You laughed jovially. You were hardly sober, but you had a fairly good grasp on yourself. After the strange hair-petting scene, you’d downed a few more cups of booze, and were now happily buzzed and giggly. “The night’s still young! You’ll stay, right, ___? You always do.”

He was right, too. Whenever this same thing happened in the past, you were always the one to stick around and close out the bars with him. At first, it was just because he was fun to hang out with, and you were still in the mood to drink and have fun. As your feelings grew, however, it was more that you weren’t quite ready to separate, wanting to spend as much time as possible with him, combined with the other two reasons. 

“I love that about you,” he continued after a pause. “You’re fun as hell to be around, and you ain’t half bad in a fight. Not to mention you can hold your liquor, and you’re good at conversation.”

Ah, hell. If went on complimenting you that way, you were going to pass out. Already your heart was racing, and you couldn’t even pretend the pretty flush of your cheeks was because of the booze. Ikkaku showed no visible signs that he was anything but cool as a cucumber, evening going so far as to walk with his hands clasped behind his head while he whistled. He turned to you with a boyish grin.

“Most other chicks would be a pain to hang around, but you’re different. You’re special.”

You stopped in your tracks, gaping at his back as he continued walking. Had he really said that? Was he even aware of what those kind of words did to you? No of course he wasn’t, because while Ikkaku was many things, he was not a mind reader. Having noticed your absence, he turned around with a confused expression.

“Oi, ___, what the hell are you doing all the way back–”

“I like you!” you blurted out, unable to hold it back any longer.

Silence.

Whatever Ikkaku was saying died on his lips, and he stared at you. He didn’t look unhappy, or uncomfortable, just completely taken aback and unsure of what to say. You felt like you were going to throw up, and immediately regretted your decision. But what the hell were you supposed to do when he was singing your praises like that!? It wasn’t fair that he could make you feel the way you did…

Finally, “Er, really? Since when?” he asked. He still looked for the world like he couldn’t quite comprehend what you said.

“Uh, well, a while…I suppose…” You kicked at the dirt with your toe, staring at his forehead because you couldn’t look him in the eye. “How the hell was I supposed to tell you, though…? I– You’re like–” You cut yourself off before you could stumble over your words any further, still toeing at the ground.

The silence that followed was deafening, and god, did you want to just disappear. It was so incredibly awkward, especially because he wasn’t saying anything. What were you going to do if he shrugged you off? Could you go back to the way it was before? How awkward was it going to be until it was normal between you again? Steeling yourself for disappointment, you looked up, and your eyebrows shot up into your hair.

Ikkaku was still staring at you, but the blush on his face was so severe that not only did it reach the tips of his ears, but damn near covered his whole head. You could see his jaw working, clenching and unclenching as he processed your words, but you were so absorbed by his red face.

“W-Why are you blushing?” you asked incredulously, feeling embarrassed by association.

“Shut it!” he squawked. “Who wouldn’t after a confession like that!?”

“Well, excuse me!” Now you were just annoyed. “If you don’t like it, you can just forget it ever happened!” Ikkaku made a face.

“No way! You said it, you can’t just take it back!”

“Well, then, what?” You placed your hands on your hips, all shyness and embarrassment gone. The alcohol was finally doing it’s job as liquid courage. This was usually how you two interacted, so it was a bit of a relief. “Are you gonna date me?”

“Damn straight!” Ikkaku confirmed, taking a few steps closer to tower over your much smaller frame.

“…Wait, what?” You weren’t sure you’d heard him correctly.

“I like you, too,” he said. He took you by the arm, and pulled you against his body roughly. “Confessions aren’t really my thing, so I wasn’t sure how to say it… I was probably just gonna kiss you one of these days.” He looked away from you awkwardly, but placed his hands on your waist as he gathered his thoughts.

“Well, why didn’t you?” you demanded, hitting his chest with your fist.

“Huh? Why didn’t I what?”

“Kiss me!”

“W-Wha–”

“If you liked me, then you should have just said something!” You couldn’t stop your mouth now, not when all the pent up frustrations of your crush were being released all at the same time. “Or kissed me like you said you wanted to! Instead, I’ve been drowning in these feelings for forever now, wondering if I’d ruin our friendship if I said anything, and you–”

With a sigh, Ikkaku snaked one arm around your waist, using the other one to cradle the back of your head, and smothered you in a hot, toe-curling kiss. You squeaked in surprise, making him chuckle, and he eased his tongue into your parted lips. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you grabbed the front of his shihakusho tightly in your tiny little hands, hanging on for dear life. A little moan escaped into his mouth, and he growled in response, kissing you harder and messier in the middle of the road. His hands in your hair made you shiver, and it was everything you’d hoped kissing him would be, and then some.

When he finally pulled back, you were sure your face was on fire. If anything, the shit-eating grin on his face confirmed this as he placed his hands back on your hips, keeping you close.

“What’s that face for?” he inquired teasingly. 

“Shut up…” you muttered, looking off to the side. He laughed, then released you, but still kept one of your hands wrapped in his.

“Let’s go.”

“What? Where?”

“Didn’t I say earlier? The night’s still young! And now I’ve got my girl to spend it with.”

You rolled your eyes. “I was already coming with you, stupid.”

“Yeah, but now you’re my girl.”

Cheater. There was absolutely nothing you could say to that, so you followed him without complaint, hand in hand, pouting. You got a few stunned looks from some of the Squad Eleven members still out drinking, but you weren’t even worried about it. Ikkaku was all yours now.

anonymous asked:

Number 22 from that new feb prompt list of yours with one and only Jon Snow :) I miss seeing him in new episodes, maybe this is replacement for both of us ♥

Jon Snow - “It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.”

Even though Winterfell itself hadn’t changed much during the time Ramsay Bolton had been in control over it, there was something about the atmosphere roaming inside the walls that still felt a slight bit of. It was as if Winterfell had lost some of it’s innocence now it had witnessed things that couldn’t bare the light of day.

“Is everything alright?” Jon cocked his head while he noticed the frown on your forehead that had almost gotten as deep as his.

“Does Winterfell still feel like home to you?” You looked up at the man who had stolen your heart without even trying and a sad smile spread across his handsome face.

“It doesn’t feel like it used to feel, no.” He bent his head and for a moment there was nothing but silence between the two of you. These walls had probably witnessed most of his most important memories. They had witnessed his first steps, his first words, but they had now also witnessed horrible crimes against both his sister and Theon.

“Do you think it will ever feel like home again?” You walked towards him and you pressed the palm of your hand to his scruffed cheek. Even though the fight with Ramsay had been months ago, you could still feel the scars beneath your delicate fingers.

“I will do everything within my power to make it feel so, yes.” Jon curled his strong fingers around your wrist and he licked his lips while he closed his eyes for a moment. “That’s what father would have wanted. He wouldn’t give up on this place, just because some heartless monster corrupted it for the worst.”

A smile spread across your face while he spoke the words.

Even though Jon didn’t carry the name Stark he had inherited more of his father’s characteristics than he would ever dare to realize himself.

“I’m sure your father would be proud of you.” You leaned on the tips of your toes and you pressed your forehead to his so you could lock your glances. “And if your mother would have known who you have become, I am certain she would have been proud of you too.”

Jon took a deep breath, but he pressed you tighter to his chest while his lips kissed yours. “If only we had never left Winterfell in the first place…” He clearly thought about Robb, about Rickon, about his sister Arya who hadn’t been seen or heard from for years. He clearly thought about his father and the dramatic turn his life had taken. He maybe even thought about Catelyn and how the life she had build had crashed down at her lifeless feet.

“I can’t imagine how many weight is resting on your shoulders right now, but I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to help you carrying it.” You spoke softly and you made sure to keep him as close to you as humanly possible.

“It’s not heavy. I’m stronger than I look.” Jon kissed you once more before another sigh left his lips. “But I don’t know if I even would have gotten this far without you by my side.”

Your heart skipped a few beats in your chest and you felt a certain kind of warmth surrounding you.

Probably this had been the closest Jon had ever come to saying I love you. And with that he had added another wonderful moment to the memories the walls behold. Another wonderful moment that began the collection of memories that in time would probably outweigh all the bad ones Ramsay had added.

SasuSaku Month 2017 - Day 7 - Love You Goodbye

Dear old angst people - no warnings except for Sarada’s cuteness and heartbreak

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SasuSaku Month 2017 – Day 7 – Love You Goodbye


Sometime around noon, she knew that it was time. Time for him to leave for his mission. Sakura feels a heaviness in her stomach – one she didn’t feel ever since she was pregnant with Sarada. But this heaviness is different, unlike the pleasant, happy one she had when she was carrying her daughter this is like a mortal wound. The pit, voidal and heavy opens up and closes on its own accord.

It’s as if the grimness of Sasuke’s departure can be sensed in the house itself. Sarada cries more, begging for Papa, and Sakura eats less, Sasuke cowering on the old grounds of the Uchiha compound more. The old graveyard he shall see in a long time now. His daughter is almost always with him – asking no questions, she is nearly three, but nevermind that. Even when he was three, he would have loads of questions for Fugaku and Mikoto. Their graves have gotten old, Sasuke left a lot of money for Sakura to build a mausoleum, one his clan always deserved, nevermind what kind of people they were.

Sakura Uchiha would, after such a visit to the graveyard, bring lunch for Sasuke and Sarada, both entwining their hands happily to the giggle of their only child. Sakura feels her womb could carry more – Sasuke doesn’t even want to hear about it. He doesn’t want to even think about the possibility of Sakura and Sarada having to take care of another, alone.

At night they curl up to each other, last throes of passion they will allow to themselves before he departs.

Sasuke readies himself in the morning, and Sarada wakes up crying, from a nightmare, he supposes. He relates, night terrors of a different kind holding him wide awake.

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Front gates. Dawn. A cloak and his dark, thick hair of equal color. Rinnegan bland and purple as always, but his Mangekyo Sharingan is activated, shining bright, reflecting the Sun and putting it to shame. Sakura’s throat is heavy and constricted as they come. Sarada is tired a bit, but it is as if she can feel the pain of her Papa leaving, even through too young to understand. Her bright red and orange clothing that Naruto gifted to her (saying it was too big for Hima) clings to her as she to her mother.

“Anata… I…” she cannot even finish the sentence, because if she does she will disturb Sarada, her small, yet incapable daughter needs her – strong, unbowed, unbent and unbroken.

Before all of her family, duty, honor came she.

Now it will have to be even before Sasuke.

“I have-” he struggles too. The look on his face is concentrated pain, like pure acid, eating all the present hearts alive and unsettling them with a scar. She starts crying because again. He is leaving again. He finally loves her back, comes back home, settles, has a child, and oh my god why is it that the most beautiful things in life were always defied to him, not to Sakura, she no longer cares for herself.

She put no makeup on her face this morning – so there is none to smudge; he told her not to, not in the haste of his departure but because he wanted to see her and memorize her fresh from bed, smelling as a morning rose, dragged her and the sleepy child out of their house in the break of dawn, Sarada sipping orange juice from her bottle, Sakura hadn’t even brushed her teeth.

But it was all his will and how he liked things – raw and real. He has dwindled all too long between illusion and reality in his life to be able to choose only one and pain seemed as a reasonable choice at the time, making him blind to the choice of the subtle life in Konoha with Naruto and Sakura.

He doesn’t regret it, even now, as his pink haired wife wails, chest heaving and hands shaking as he takes Sarada from her arms only to bring all three of them into a strong, strong hug. He wished he would never have to let go. He wished to tell the world to piss off so he could have his peace with his wife and daughter, but no. He was the Shadow Hokage, the protector from the dark, where Naruto couldn’t reach he had. So he lets go of Sakura, tears deep within him, waiting to fall when provoked and away from all humanity and Konoha, away from Sarada who, through the leaky pipes of memory must remember her father as someone who protects. He kisses both of their foreheads, doesn’t poke – not anymore, because he is certain. In everything.

That he will find out the truth about Kaguya. That he will come back to his family. That he will make it all okay. Voice heavy he wants to scream out how much he loves them both, how unfair this is, even if for a shinobi of his caliber it would be unheard of. He is drained, yet still breathing and alive. He will succeed. He has to, he reminds himself, as he wavers so, so much in this moment, as Sarada’s big, black eyes threaten to swallow him alive, then spit him out asking what kind of a father leaves their child so young?

Murmurs in Sakura’s tears and hair, wiping them, of his love, I love you and I am truly grateful. For everything. As her mother’s tears weaken and then gush over the eyelids in the aftermath of her emotion, Sarada waves her head, slightly unproportional to her body, and Sasuke wants to weep at the perfection of the imperfection. He doesn’t want to miss a second, and how much will he miss when Sarada changes day to day? He can’t bring himself close to the thought.

He picks up Sarada, who is tracing and even slightly pulling his hair and collar. She wants him to stay, or is it just Sasuke’s sick imagination?

“I love you both. And don’t you cry.” Sullenlly tells his hotheaded wife, as she clings to him, heartbroken. “God, Sasuke. I love you too. Do not forget it!” she reaches on her tippy toes to kiss his forehead, but he throws her off with a powerful kiss. He holds Sarada in that arm of his, his left non-existent as she caresses his face gently.

Please, Sakura, take care of yourself, too, not just our daughter.

He turns around to leave, kissing Sarada’s forehead with intolerable sadness. It will be a lot of time, this mission. He hopes to come home even before he has left, and as the doting eyes on his back mirror his family crest, forming a memory he emblazoned into the walls of his brain – soft footsteps his only company on the lonely path to justice.

Come Back to Me // Arthur Shelby x Reader

Prompt: I want to read about Arthur coming knock on his girls door after one of his rage fits cause even in his altered state he knows she’s the one to calm him back down

Your day had been going well—better than usual, in fact. You’d been interviewed for a position as a secretary, the butcher gave you a discount on the meat you purchased, and it hadn’t rained all day. All that changed when the phone rang that evening.

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Marry Me, Negan - Chapter 9

Title: Marry Me, Negan

Synopsis: Being tired of constantly having to fight for your life, you decided to offer Negan a proposal. A marriage proposal.

Characters: Negan x You/OC

Warnings: SFW, swearing, eventual smut

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Note: Y’all asked for it so here it is! Can’t believe it’s been a month since I last updated this lmfao.

Also, because I am disorganized AF I would like to apologize for not separating my tag list for certain fics. So if you’re not interested in this and would like to receive notifs for DDHTK, etc. instead, I’m sorry please just ignore this lol.

Chapter 9 - You Did This

The sun had just risen up when you were getting ready to leave the Sanctuary. You weren’t going to deny the fact that you were anxious— yes, you were one of Negan’s top Saviors but that didn’t mean that tasks didn’t make you nervous anymore. Besides, this was one dangerous duty that Negan gave you and even if you wanted to say no, you weren’t in the position to do so.

Once everything you needed was inside the large moving truck, you let out a deep breath. It was time to go. As you pulled down the truck door, you heard someone call for your name. Turning around you immediately saw Dwight jogging towards you.

“You sure you don’t need a hand?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Even if I wanted to I can’t. You should know that.” You told him as you hopped off from the back of the truck.

Dwight nodded in understanding, “Careful out there.” He called out as he watched you walk around the truck, towards the driver’s seat.

You stopped and turned around again, “Hey Dwight…” you called out. “Can I ask you a favor?”

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Servant Girl

Pairing : Legolas Greenleaf x Reader

Summary : Imagine being a servant and Legolas is in love with you, but Thranduil doesn’t approve. 

Key : Italics - Speaking Elvish

You smiled softly as you looked over at Legolas as he woke up. He brought you into his arms and kissed your forehead. You pressed a kiss to his jaw while you placed your hands on his shoulders, resting your head on your left hand. Legolas smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair. He knew he would have to let you go soon so you could run after his family, but he relished in this moment of having you in his arms.

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Caught Red Handed (Drarry)

“You have no idea how much I’m enjoying this right now,” Harry doubled over in laughter.

Draco’s back stiffened at the sound of Harry’s voice. He swiftly turned around to find a grinning boy leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“How long have you been standing there?” he snapped.

“Not nearly long enough, sadly,” he chuckled. “Well, go on then,” he pushed against the wall with enough force to hoist himself upright. “Proceed with your little show. You’re quite good, did you know?”

“Piss off, Scarface,” Draco was crimson. The back of his ears heated up profusely.

Another laugh escaped Harry’s lips as he walked toward Draco. “And miss the second half of your performance? Like hell I would.”

Harry stopped to turn the the stereo up then swiftly reached for Draco who was trying to walk away.

He grabbed his arm and let his hand slide down the length of it until he found his hand. He clasped them together and gently pulled at Draco to give him a little twirl.
Shut Up and Dance was playing.

Draco landed in Harry’s arms, his back to his chest. “Very nice song choice,” Harry whispered in his ear.

Draco pulls away in annoyance but Harry doesn’t let go of his hand. “And my, my. What an even nicer ensemble,” Harry smirked. Draco was flaming in a mix of aggravation and embarrassment.

Draco consciously tugged at the hem of his dress shirt, as if it were to go any lower than his bum. He was wearing briefs.

“Potter, my eyes are up here,” he placed a hand under Harry’s chin and tilted up his face to meet his eyes.

“And they’re rather lovely,” Harry smiled.

Draco relaxed. His embarrassment from only moments ago slowly dissipated and was replaced by a sense of warmth as Harry kissed him gently on the lips.

They broke apart and he frowned, “You’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

Harry laughed. “It’s not every day I get to see you shimmy your ass to the beat of ‘All Star’ as you sing along to Smashmouth with your own version of the lyrics.”

Draco groaned.

“I will, however, reduce your embarrassment by teaching you how to do a proper shimmy,” Harry had a stern look on his face and Draco scoffed.

“It wasn’t that bad.”

“It’s okay. I was more horrible at our wedding. You had to spend hours teaching me proper footing and I still stepped on your toes,” Draco smiled fondly at the memory.

“Allow me to return the favor,” Harry stood on his toes and kissed his forehead.

Draco looked at him with complete admiration and Harry’s entire body rang with warmth and pure bliss.
“I love you,” Draco whispered, pecking his lips.
Harry pecked him back, allowing his lips to linger, “I love you.”

The beat returned to the chorus and Harry smacked Draco’s arse. “Now, shut up and dance with me! Harry sang to the lyrics.

Draco sent him a glare but obliged anyway, taking on Harry’s challenge. There, they spent the entire afternoon trying to outdance the other, grinning like idiots.
Happy idiots, in love.

thebustystclair  asked:

JohnxKaiden - #48

writing prompts “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

Shepard’s moment to catch his breath is cut short by a pair of underwear to his face.

Clean, thankfully–but Kaidan’s. Shepard picks them up, raises an eyebrow at his husband. “Would you calm down?”

“My parents are going to be here in ten minutes.” Kaidan glances over his shoulders at Shepard, who’s still spread out on the bed, naked. Shepard smiles lazily. “Please put some clothes on.” He throws a pair of jeans towards the bed next, and gestures towards them, anxious.

Shepard pouts, swinging his leg over the edge of the bed. His feet hit the hardwood, and he stares down at his legs–one scarred, the skin still tight with burns and scar tissue, the other knicked, scratched metal–prosthetics from the Citadel. He wiggles his toes, rubs at his forehead.

“Only the best for Commander Shepard,” they’d said when they fit him with the new leg. Top-of-the-line tech, repurposed after the Reaper War a few years back. Years of civilian use wouldn’t have scraped it as bad, but Shepard pushed through combat training again after he was cleared through physical therapy before finally, at Kaidan’s insistence, accepting a desk job.

A desk job. He almost laughs.

“Hey,” Kaidan says, his voice soft as he sits next to him on the bed. Shepard glances up at him. “You okay?”

No question–Shepard is, more than okay. He reaches out, brushes his hand against Kaidan’s jaw before leaning in and pressing their foreheads together.

He takes a quick check of his body–no ache in his real knee, no painful stretch of his skin in his other leg. His cybernetics aren’t showing new scars.

They’re fine. He’s not sure he could be any happier.

“I’m great.” He kisses Kaidan, gently pressing his lips against the corner of Kaidan’s mouth. When Shepard pulls away, he draws his thumb over the curve of Kaidan’s lips. “Ten minutes? We have time for another round.”

Kaidan laughs as he taps Shepard’s leg with his hand. “Cute, but we’re not running on adrenaline and lost time anymore.” He stands up from the bed. Shepard watches him tug a shirt over his head. “Come on,” Kaidan says, when he turns to see Shepard still sitting in the same spot. “You play house for a few hours with my parents, I’ll indulge you tonight.”

“Deal,” Shepard says, immediate. His knee joint creaks as he stands, but he grins through it. It’s not often that he wakes up without something amiss. He’s going to enjoy it. He catches Kaidan around the waist, ducking his head to press kisses against his collarbone.

“You’re in a good mood,” Kaidan muses.

“I woke up with you,” Shepard tells him, reveling in the way Kaidan shivers as Shepard’s beard tickles against his skin. “Pretty damn good way to wake up, in my opinion.”

Dear Journal,

Sirius and I spent the day outside in my backyard. Sirius wanted to do muggle things this week and since mum keeps asking me to repaint the shed, we painted the shed the muggle way! After 3 or 4 pancakes, we walked to the store to buy our colour. Mum let us decide the one we wanted!

“Which one should we get?” I asked him.

“Black!” He giggled.

“Seriously Sirius!”

I looked at him giggling.

“Did you just say Seriously Sirius?” He said, trying to hold back a laugh.

“Would you stop! Which one should we get?”

“This one!” He said, picking up a sky blue carton.

“I like it!” I smiled to him.

“Let’s get this one!” He said, standing on his tippy toes to kiss my forehead.

We walked back to the house with our paint and brushes. It was sunny and fresh outside. We were painting next to each other while talking about memories.

“Remember when Lily almost had a detention!” He giggled.

That day, Lily was with us. We were all walking down the hall and a bunch of Ravenclaw passed us. One of them made a gagging noise when he saw Sirius and I holding hands.

“Black! Didn’t know you were gay! Well that’s another disapointement your parents can add to the list!” The guy said.

Sirius didn’t even have time to react, Lily had her fist on the guy’s jaw. All of his friends started laughing.

“You just got hit by a girl Greg!” One of his friend shouted.

“Yeah and that girl is my girlfriend!” James said, feeling proud.

We then heard someone clear their throat. McGonagall. She looked mad but not mad at Lily… She looked mad at the Ravenclaw boy.

“Mr.Gregory, detention for the next two weeks. We don’t accept such bullying here at Hogwarts. And Miss Evans, try to contain yourself the next time… I’m sorry but I have to take 10 points from Gryffindor…” she said.

Lily was red as a tomato. But she had a smirk on her face.

“Yeah I remember! McGonagall was proud!” I giggled too.

“It’s really hot!” Sirius said, removing his shirt.

I could see his sweaty muscles and it made me blush. He sent me a look and smirked.

“Am I making you blush babe?”

“Maybe..” i smiled.

“Hey look there!” Sirius said, pointing the near by forest. I looked away and saw nothing. When I turned my head back, Sirius touched the tip of his brush on my cheek.

“You did not just put paint on my face!”

“Oops!” He giggled. He did it on purpose!!

I ran after him with my brush in the air.

“You’re so on Black!” I said.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t paint me!” He giggled.

I caught him and fell with him on the grass. He was laying underneath me, the sun shinning on his soft skin. I brushed his nose with my brush full of blue paint. He grabbed my face and kissed me. The paint on our faces smuged even more.

“Boys! You better be carefull when you come into the house! I don’t want blue paint on my carpets!” Mum screamed from the kitchen window.

Sirius hid his face in his hands. Mum just caught us kissing in the grass. He was embarassed and I thought he looked cute.

“Yes mum!” I screamed back, giggling.

“It looks beautiful boys! Good choice of colour!” She said back.

We stood up and finished our work. The shed was beautiful! We were proud of ourselves.

“Wow! We should do that more often! We’re really good at it!” Sirius said, putting his arm around me.

“We should paint the whole Hogwarts!”

“We really should!” He said, smilling.

“Come on! Let’s go take a shower and remove all that paint!” I giggled.

“Good idea!”

We walked back into the house, hand in hand.

-Remus
February 19th 1976

anonymous asked:

Can I request "I'll hold you together" with Bruce Wayne? You're such a beautiful writer ❤❤

He just stares at you, eyes wide, and you can see him trying to wrap his mind around the words.

“You carry the world on your shoulders,” you continue, taking his hands in yours, smiling sadly. “But you don’t have to do it alone, Bruce. You take care of Gotham, of Alfred, of the boys and I. But who’s there for you, huh? Who takes care of you?”

He just keeps staring, and you giggle lightly as you reach out and lay a hand on his cheek, leaning on your toes to rest your forehead against his.

“Let me help you, Bruce Wayne. Let me carry some of that weight.”

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thing-you-do-with-that-thing  asked:

How about Dean x reader and you get the prompt word(s): Pink Slippers?

You woke up freezing, your teeth chattering as you slipped out of bed. Your toes hit the cold floor and you recoiled, pulling your knees to your chest and sinking back against the pillows.

A sigh left your lips in a puff of opaque smoke, your breath heating the frozen air in your bedroom. “God damned heat must be out again,” you whispered to Dean, nudging at his back. Maybe you could convince him to get up and check the boilers. When he didn’t stir you gave a firm push to the place you assumed his shoulders would be, but your hand went right though the mound of blankets; Dean was gone.

Grumbling, you hung yourself down off the side of the bed and fished around for your slippers. They too were gone.

Cringing at the cold, you hopped on alternating feet towards the door, slipping your toes into the only pair of shoes you could find, Dean’s boots. They were smelly and huge, but they offered protection against the icy floor.

You reached up to the hook behind your door, feeling for your bathrobe as you fiddled with the boot laces. Again, your hand fell on nothing. Your favorite plush bathrobe had vanished as well.

Through the chilly hallway you sped, your hands rubbing your arms for warmth. You peeked into room after room, never finding your missing items and growing ever more annoyed. Finally you tracked him down, Dean’s whereabouts given away by a light spilling from the kitchen door.

You entered and crossed your arms at the sight before you: big, strong, manly Dean Winchester stood in front of the coffee pot wearing your plush, powder blue bathrobe and fuzzy pink bunny slippers. If you weren’t so frozen, you would have burst out laughing.

“Dude!”

Dean jumped and turned towards you, flashing a sexy smile your way. “Mornin’ Princess. Want some coffee?”

“What are you doing?” you asked, slipping up beside him.

He pushed a button on the machine and shrugged, “Making coffee?”

You rolled your eyes and tugged on the bathrobe. “I mean what are you doing in my robe and slippies?”

His ears turned red as embarrassment crept up his face. “Well,” he stuttered adorably, “the heat’s out.”

“Uh huh…”

“And…all my stuff’s in my room…so…” Dean paused and offered you an innocent smile, his eyebrows raising and his eyes sparkling.

You took pity on him and slipped your arms around his waist, snuggling against his chest. “Well maybe,” you peeked up at him with a grin, “you should move your things into my room.”

Dean nodded, considering your offer. He rubbed his warm hand down your back, “Then all my stuff would be in your room. That would make it hard to get dressed in the morning.”

You shrugged, “True.” You pushed up on your toes and pressed your forehead to his, rubbing your noses together, “Then I guess you’ll just have to move in too.”

Dean smiled and grabbed your cheek, pulling your face up. He smiled down at you with happy eyes, so full of love and contentment. “Sounds like a plan.”


Drabble Requests!

Malec concept

-Magnus kissing Alec’s nice
-Magnus standing on his toes to kiss Alec’s forehead
-Malec holding hands
-Malec battling together
-Magnus and Alec running to each other after battling to see if the other is okay
-Magnus and Alec waking up together
-Magnus and Alec NOT breaking up like in the books. (I’m sure we can skip that)
… I just need Malec to be so sweet they give me a cavity

Heart ~C.G.~

Summary: you’re little brother needs a heart transplant.

Requested: yes

Note: 2 more imagines coming and then the prologue for my Gang Fanfic. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

We were in the car taking my brother to another doctors appointment. We’re going to see if he needs surgery now or if we continue with medicine. My poor brother, he’s been going through this since he was 3 months old. He was so strong and adorable and I hate that he’s going through this.

As we walked into the hospital to see his doctor I told him a funny story about the time me and Carl got stuck in a dumpster running from bullies.

“Hello, how are you guys today?” The nurse comes in to prep him for his appointment. She asks us the usual questions about our day and how he’s been eating and sleeping and exercising. She finally left and in came the actual doctor.

“Hey little man, how’ve you been?”

My brother just smiles at him.

“Okay, we’re going to draw a little bit of blood to run some tests and than we’re gonna take you to the special x ray machine and have a look at your heart okay?”

My brother doesn’t say anything. I grab his hand so he can squeeze when they take his blood. After they finish drawing the blood from his arm, they give him a bandaid and we go the same room we’ve been to a million times.

“Ok, hmm. Mrs. Y/L/N, could you step out with me a moment?” The doctor says grabbing two pictures printed from the machines side.

I help my brother get his shirt on and ask him how it felt to be a superhero.

“A TRANSPLANT?! ARE YOU 100% SURE?” I hear my mother yell from outside the door.

I tell my brother to stay while I go outside.

“What’s going on? What’s up with his heart?” I ask the doctor.

“Well, he’s going to need a new heart. This picture on the left is what a healthy normal heart should look like, on the right we have y/b/n’s. He’s going to need it within the next 6-12 months but as soon as possible would be preferred.” The doctor explains.

“Okay, so how long is the wait?” I say upset.

“Well, we get anywhere from 5 to 0 hearts a week. If we put him on the list, he could probably last until a new child’s heart comes in.” The doctor says quietly.

“Probably? You’re telling me there’s basically no way to save him. You’re okay with a small child dying because there wasn’t enough hearts to go around?” I say growing angry. I feel my mom grab my hand but I shake it off and go back into the room with my brother.

I pick him up and take him back to the car. I buckle him in and wait for my mom.

She gets in the car and sits for a second.

“It’s going to be okay everyone. I promise.” She says before starting the car.

“Can you drop me off at Carl’s house?” I say without looking at her. She sighs but agrees and takes off for the Gallagher residence.

I knock on the door and it’s opened my little Liam.

“Hey buddy, is Carl here?” I say walking in anyway. Liam nods and points to upstairs before going back to some tv show.

I trek up the stairs, passing Debbie and Fiona arguing about something on the way up.

I get to Carl’s room that he shares with Ian and Liam. I knock before slowly opening the door.

I see Carl on his bed sleeping. I walk over to him and shake him lightly.

“Carl, babe. Wake up” I say quietly before standing on my tip toes to kiss his forehead, then his cheek then his lips. He groans before smiling and turning the other way. I huff and hop up in his bed and straddling his body making him lay on his back.

“Literally any boy, would love to be woken up like this Gallagher. What the hell is wrong with you?” I say lightly laughing. Carl wraps his arms around my back pulling me into his chest and turning us so we are on our side.

“Carl wake up, I need to talk to you about something serious” I say pushing away from him slightly. He kinda sits up so his shoulders and head is against his headboard. I move with him and rest my head on his chest.

“What is it babygirl?”

“Y/b/n has to have a heart transplant and they say he might survive until then. He needs it within the next 6-12 months but if we put him in the waiting list, there’s no telling when he’ll get it. My baby brother needs a heart Carl and I think I’m gonna give it to him.” I say tracing circles in his stomach to keep from crying.

“What do you mean, you’re gonna give it to him, y/n you only have one heart and you can’t give that up.” Carl says more serious.

“I’m gonna drown myself” I say looking at Carl.

“No the hell you aren’t. Your baby brother is strong and I know he’ll last. He also wouldn’t want you dead just so he can have a new organ”

“Carl he’s so young, I just want this to be over for him. I don’t want him to suffer anymore. We have the same blood type and everything. He could have my heart and live long and he wouldn’t have to worry about breaking down any moment.” I sit up and cross my arms.

“I don’t give a fuck what blood type you are. You can’t give up your heart. IM NOT LETTING YOU KILL YOURSELF I DONT CARE. I love you and so does your little brother. Why would he want you dead y/n. Don’t be fucking stupid. You’re a idiot if you are even considering that as an option. I swear to you, your brother will get a heart and it’s not gonna be yours. Now lay the fuck back down and take a nap with me princess” Carl growls at me before pulling me back down and kissing my forehead.

“I love you too Carl.” I say snuggling in his chest still thinking about my brother. Maybe I should just let fate deal with this one. Whatever happens, happens.


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*4 months later*

My baby brother actually got a new heart earlier than expected. When I left Carl’s house that night, I had a talk with my brother. I asked him if he wanted my heart and he said, even if something happened, he wouldn’t accept my heart. So I figured there was no point in trying.

But things did work out, and I guess I have Carl to thank for that.

Sweet Wolf

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader 

A/N: I think I rushed a bit on this story but I hope people still like it!! You can read my other stories here!! 

Request: “Hi! I absolutely love your writing :) I wanted to see if you could do a reader insert where the reader is Robb’s betrothed, but when the royal party comes to visit Winterfell, Jaime develops feelings for her and they actually have a lot in common, making Robb feel a bit insecure, but the reader only has eyes for Robb”?

Prompt: You and Robb couldn’t be any happier. It actually makes Theon gag sometimes at how cute you both are. Everything in Winterfell is actually perfect until the Royal Party comes to Winterfell and all the Lannisters with it. Jaime is just as charming as everyone says he is and for some reason he finds you just the same and all of a sudden Robb isn’t always so happy anymore.

She was everything he had ever wanted. In such a cloudy and cold place, she was the sun. Never once has he seen her frown, it’s like her mouth cannot turn that way. Everywhere she went, he would follow without a second hesitation. Her laughter was more beautiful than any song and it was a terrible day if he had not heard it. She was too good for the North, but here she was and this is where she would remain; with him. 

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