we actually had this picture planned out from the first day we brought him home

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.

Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.


Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.


“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”


anonymous asked:

can you do more hs au? like maybe them telling each other how they feel/ the first day of school with them as a couple?

(previous post)

here’s the fun thing, after what me and sam call The Scene and The Morning After (see link above), we pretty much fade out on how we wanted this to go down. everything is scattered bullshittery and future plans.

tl;dr: them as a couple is barely any different with them as tutor-student.

too long wanna read anyway:

  • neil and andrew begin getting more and more affectionate, which is hard to say for a third- and second-year student. andrew has a completely different schedule, and so does neil, but both of them know it even though they never meet up during class hours
  • on monday, the school announces prom on friday. on tuesday, everyone starts making a huge deal about it. by wednesday, everyone is almost panicking. 
  • in all these days, the GSA has 0 fucks given. mostly because almost all of the people in the GSA already have appointed dates. except maybe for kevin, neil, and andrew.
    • guys, i don’t think kevin wants a date anyway. or to go to prom.
  • on all four days before prom, our boys don’t really care. actually, their close friends (and brothers) begin getting a bit suspicious. i mean, who wouldn’t be?
    • neil pops up around andrew’s locker to say good morning, though they’ve never bothered with each other before 
    • andrew stands around at the soccer team’s table and waits until neil pops up so that they can share andrew’s empty table at the back, reserved for aaron, renee, and, occasionally, katelyn and kevin.
      • they walk almost almost elbow to elbow, neil knocking the back of his hand against the back of andrew’s in greeting. neil is smiling enough for the both of them.
    • andrew grabs neil’s bag from the locker rooms while neil is at practice and waits around for neil by the bleachers (vaguely illustrated in this post)

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Too Hot**



Joe and the boys have had tonight planned ever since London showed the slightly bit of sun. London is notorious for being gloomy, overcast and cold so as the warmer months approached, the boys wanted to make the most out of it, especially Joe. 

Ever since he had moved into his new flat, he had been furnishing his patio to make it a comfortable seating area for his mates to have a chilled night, or like tonight, a small party. 

You had been invited only a few days ago, a last resort actually. It was originally just going to be the boys but Caspar had invited Maddie who then invited a few of her friends which in turn made Joe, your best friend, invite you. You accepted, deciding it was best to actually have a fun weekend for once that didn’t involve writing emails to people who you knew wouldn’t be checking their inboxes until Monday.

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begin again (chapter 4)

They had a plan: Simon was going to write books and Baz was going to publish them. Everything is perfect until Baz reveals a secret: he’s moving to New York City to attend university. Without Simon.

Six years later, Baz gets a worrying phone call from his stepmother and makes the decision to return to Watford, despite the bad memories it holds. Once there, he runs into Simon and finds out that time hasn’t exactly stood still in this sleepy little town, and that life doesn’t always give you second chances.

length: 3k

genre(s): angst

triggers/warnings: none for this chapter

a/n: @cherryonsimon is so lovely and patient and deserves so many thank you’s for her beta skills ;D

(chapter one) (chapter two) (chapter three)(chapter five)

10th of September, 2017

The first thing Baz notices as the taxi pulls up to the house is that it looks exactly the same as the last time he was here. There are different flowers in the beds and the front door is blue now, (how Daphne got away with that, Baz has no idea), but it’s still the same house. Baz can’t decide if that’s a good thing or not.

He rings the bell and listens for the familiar sound of Vera hurrying to get the door. For a moment he wonders if it’s actually Vera. Could his parents have hired someone new in his absence? He finds himself missing her, even though he’s unsure if she’s actually gone. He feels a bit ridiculous, about to cry over his old housekeeper. He takes a deep, steadying breath at the same time as the door opens to reveal…


He doesn’t know why he’s so fucking relieved. Vera smiles like she knows exactly what he’s thinking and moves to the side, allowing him to step into the front hall.

“Welcome home, Mr. Pitch,” she says. He’s startled by the fact that she–like the house–has not changed at all either. Maybe if he looked closer there would be a few more wrinkles, more wispy grey hairs, but everything else is so familiar, from her starched black uniform to her crooked smile, it feels like he’s suddenly transported back in time.

Vera had been his nanny when he was a child. She’d been the housekeeper when his mother was alive, but after the death of Natasha Grimm-Pitch she took over all child-rearing duties from his distraught father.

Baz loved Vera like a mother. And he still loved her, even after he got a new one.

His father met Daphne when Baz was 9 and married her when he was 11. It was a small wedding, nothing like the extravagant affair Baz had seen pictures of, with his mother in a designer gown and his father looking the happiest Baz had ever seen.

Vera clears her throat and Baz is snapped back to the present.

“I’ve done up your room for you,” she says.

“I’m not staying long,” he replies. And he isn’t, he has no plans to stay beyond a few days. Hopefully even less. The sooner he can leave Watford, the better.

“You still need somewhere to sleep.” Her voice has that edge to it, the one that says “you are being a little shit and you will shape up right this instant young man”. He feels guilty, but not guilty enough to apologize, even as she fixes him with a glare that would have had his knees shaking as a child.

“I just mean–,” he falters, “I just mean you didn’t have to go to all the trouble.”

They stare each other down for a moment. Vera’s the first to break, which is unusual. It makes Baz feel almost grown-up. (Nevermind the fact that at 24 he actually is grown-up.)

“Are you at least going to let me carry that for you?” she asks, pointing to his small carry-on.

He shakes his head and she looks defeated watching him slowly make the journey up the stairs.

“You only brought one bag?”

Baz jumps and turns around to see Mordelia standing in the hallway.

“I’m not planning to be here very long.”

“Why not?”

“I have an important deadline.” He’s lying through his teeth and one look at his sister’s face lets him know she isn’t falling for it at all.

Mordelia crosses her arms. “You’re going to have to talk to her, you know. And him.”

“I talked to her yesterday.” Baz snaps defensively and she raises her eyebrows. He doesn’t address the second half and hopes she won’t push it.

“What did you talk about?”

“We talked about–we talked–we…it’s not important. That’s not important. It’s…why does it even matter to you?”

“Because they’re my parents too?” She says and he feels like shit. She’s right, it’s not just his father lying in a hospital bed, it’s hers as well and her mother he’s avoiding. Behind her snark she’s probably just as scared as he is.

He desperately wants to hug her, but doesn’t know if she’d even let him. He wants to play the role of the comforting older brother, tell her everythings going to be okay. Except he doesn’t know if everything will be okay, doesn’t know much of anything beyond the fact that he was supposed to be at the hospital 30 minutes ago and as if on cue his mobile starts to ring.

“That’ll be Mum,” Mordelia says and she’s right.
Baz lets it to go to voicemail. He’d been doing that a lot lately, avoiding problems by just…ignoring them. Baz grimaces as her pocket starts to ring, taking that as his cue to leave.

“Tell Daphne I’m on my way.” He says and slips out the door to the garage.

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Don't screw your servers.

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When I was just out of high school and still living at home I took a summer job working at my favorite dive restaurant. I had been going they’re for years and didn’t know that the owner had sold the place to someone else who didn’t change the name or menu.

The place was really small so often times it was just me (a waitress) and the cook, somedays I made a killing and other days the place was dead.

The boss seemed really laid back when I started. This was his first business and didn’t have a whole lot of management experience but since he only had 4 employees and we were all competent it wasn’t a big deal.

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Ready - Kim Taehyung Scenario/requested

Anonymous said: Hi ☺️💕 I was wondering if you could please make a Tae scenario where you tell him you’re ready to try for a baby after being married a little while? Like, you wanted to wait for a little to make sure you guys were on your feet and he respected your decision and all that (because as much as he loves kids that boy is super respectful)? Thank you so so much, and love your blog 😊

Hello!! I’ve decided to do this now because I’m about to finish the kdrama I’m watching and it’s getting me so upset, so I thought this would be uplifting to write about. Thank you for requesting this, I loved writing it!! <3 

I’m listening to “Golden Love” by Midnight Youth while writing this.

You just weren’t ready. A year had passed since your marriage to Taehyung, and you still remember it like it was yesterday. It was an outdoor wedding, with beautiful mossy trees cascading down on the arch where you said your vows, casting golden shadows across the lawn where the guests chairs sat. It was the most magical day of your life. If you could pick one moment during the ceremony that you wished you could replay over and over besides the actual marriage part, it would be seeing Taehyung watch your little cousins walk down the aisle as flower girls and ring-bearers with such love in his eyes made you realize how excited he was to be a dad.

Over the course of the year, a lot has changed. The two of you are getting settled into your new house - one picked with lots of regard to the future. It was picture perfect, you always imagined yourself living in a house with a pretty lawn and wrap-around porch. The two of you even adopted a kitten from the shelter - and named him Baepsae (Try Hard) after he kept running after and clawing at Taehyung’s pant leg. Namjoon thought it was hilarious that you named the cat after a song, but it fit. 

But something was missing. From the day you moved into the house, it felt empty. When Tae would work, you’d be there alone with the cat, who preferred to just sleep in your lap. 

There have been multiple times where the two of you discussed babies. 

There was one time you remember, a few months after your wedding night, that he didn’t grab protection like he usually did. Freaked out by the thoughts of pregnancy and children, you scuttled backwards away from him and propped yourself up against the pillows.

“What? Are you okay?” He had exasperated, eyes widened. 

“No, I’m, uh, fine, just make sure you grab a condom. I don’t want kids yet.”

That was the first notch in your relationship.

Taehyung slunk backwards, slightly hunched. He just nodded at your words, put his clothes back on and walked out of the room, leaving you breathless and confused. After that, he never brought the topic of children up. But you knew, because whenever Jin and his wife wanted to go out on date night, Taehyung would be the first one to volunteer to babysit Jin’s two little girls. Tae always asked to hold Jimin’s new baby boy, and has already jumped on Namjoon about being the permanent babysitter for his new baby boy. You felt bad for Tae. But you weren’t ready.

That is, until the day he came home looking beaten, tired and utterly upset. He collapsed into the brown leather couch, slumping down with his eyebrows drawn together. 

“You alright?” You asked, coming over to sit beside him.

“I’m fine,” he spoke, his voice unwavering. 

“Look, Tae, I was thinking-” 

“Y/N, I had a really rough day, can we just order takeout and go to sleep? I’m not up to a lot right now.”

You were worried about him, because he was Taehyung. Happy-go-lucky, always uplifting and energetic, and you knew something was bothering him. Was it practice? Was it you? It was you who usually was the downer, not ever-loving Taehyung. 

The next morning was Taehyung’s day off, and the two of you laid in bed until early afternoon. You planned to talk to your husband today, and although you were scared, you knew it was time to start trying. 

“Good morning, jagiya.” Taehyung said with one eye open, moving to stretch his arms above his head before leaning down and kissing the top of your head. You smiled and kissed his lips before springing out of bed, almost ecstatic about the news you wanted to share with him today.

He smiled his charming little grin before following you downstairs and into the kitchen.

“Are you feeling a little better today, Tae?” You ask shyly, moving the pan over the stove to begin making pancakes.

“Yeah, of course. I was thinking today we could invite Jin and the girls over-”

You stopped him. Because it was now that you needed to tell him, before you could push it out of your mind and use Jin’s girls as a distraction to what you really needed to tell Taehyung.

“Wait.” You said, leaving the pan on the stove and walking over to your husband, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself close to him before whispering, “I think I’m ready to start trying.”

Almost immediately, Tae jumped backwards and looked at you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. “You’re..you’re what?” He asked, incredulous, almost as if you were speaking an entirely different language.

“I want little Tae-Tae’s running around the house. It’s too empty in here when you’re gone, and I see the way you look at Jin’s girls and Jimin’s baby and how you look at Namjoon rubbing his girlfriend’s baby bump. I know you want everything they have and so do I…finally.” You breathed out, locking eyes with him.

A grin grew quickly on his face before he yelped and ran towards you, twirling you in a tight hug before whispering, “why don’t we start now?”

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Don’t Let Me Go

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Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 4 856
warning : angst (you may want to grab a chocolate bar before reading this)
summary : Kai and Reader break up and Reader tried to go on with her life even tho she is hurting. Months later she goes out on a date with someone who she thinks is the ideal guy , but things do not work out quite as she had hoped …
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Y/N ran upstairs to their bedroom hearing Kai’s angry footsteps following her.
“What are you doing?” Kai asked , grabbing her wrists forcing her to look at him.
They had had their worst fight yet. At first everything got started because Kai was jealous of a random guy at the bar who had had the nerve to talk to Y/N and now somehow the fight had turned into how she wants him to be something he is not. It was completely ridiculous because that was not the case. Ever since Kai turned into a vampire all his emotions were heightened and he was on edge constantly. It wasn’t just this time … whenever someone looked at her in a way Kai didn’t like , things got ugly. He had broken a guy’s nose , nearly broken another’s jaw…
“I am moving out. What do you think I’m doing?” she yelled , pulling away from him. “You said you don’t want me here , remember ?”
Y/N tossed a few pairs of jeans  and a couple of shirts in her bag not even bothering to fold them , looking around the room picking up a pair of high heels from under the bed , going back into the walk in closet taking out the last of her clothes.
Kai rested against the wall , watching her throw things in her bag. He didn’t want her to leave , he loved her and regretted the fight already. When they had first started dating she had promised him that she will love him forever , that he will never be alone again… Now she was packing… and his pride was standing in the way of him admitting his mistake.
“Fine , leave. What do I care… ” he said. “You probably have been waiting for me to screw up , haven’t you , so you can leave me ? What a fool I’ve been to care and love you and to think that you cared and loved me too. You are just like everyone else. All you see when you look at me is a murderous sociopath who killed his own family , maimed your friends and put your best friend into a sleeping curse ! I can’t believe I waisted a second being in love with you !”
Y/N stared at him , her heart breaking to pieces at his words. She couldn’t believe what he was saying , it was as if he was a completely different person… There was no trace of the Kai she had fallen in love with. They had been so in sync ever since they had met , and now …
“It goes both ways.” she said angrily , closing the zipper on her bag , taking it in her hand heading for the bedroom door. She walked past him , stopping a step behind him , fighting back the tears. The last thing she wanted to do was leave , she loved him and cared about him more than she could ever put into words… but it was starting to get clear to her their relationship was doomed. “I don’t ever want to see or hear from you again. ” she said going through the door , running down the stairs and out the door slamming it with a loud bang.
Y/N walked to her car blinking back tears , tossed her bag in the back seat and got in. She wanted to leave as soon as possible before the tears started , but it was too late … she broke into sobs , tears streaming down her face , her hands balled into fists hitting the steering wheel.
It was as if her entire world had come crashing down , the pain in her chest growing with every passing second remembering Kai’s face , his last words to her echoing in her mind breaking her heart all over again until there was nothing left.

Y/N woke up suddenly , shooting up straight in her bed , sweat covering her forehead and tears streaming down her face. It had been the 3rd time the past few days she had had that dream …the moment she and Kai broke up. Whatever people said about pain getting easier with time , it was a lie. She had tried for months to move on and was still trying , but it was harder than ever. Back when they had been together she hadn’t realised how many things actually remind her of him … until their relationship had ended. All the little things - someone would walk by wearing the same cologne as him or would order the same drink as him. Literally everything reminded her of Kai…
She wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand , her gaze falling on a shadow in the hallway. There was someone inside the house , she got up fast trying to catch whoever it was but the person was long gone by the time she got up.
“Great. Now I am hallucinating.” she muttered , walking downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Y/N looked around trying to figure out if someone had actually been inside the house or not , but everything was just as she had left it before going to bed. In the end she didn’t want to go back upstairs and just crashed on the couch for the rest of the night.


Kai couldn’t stay away from Y/N , no matter how much he tried. He still loved her… and knew he’d never stop loving her. The only thing that kept him semi sane was that he got to see her … He’d sneak into her house at night , watch her sleep. Sometimes he’d take a peek into her head to see what she was dreaming about. Usually it was school stuff , but that night when he had peeked into her subconscience it had broken  his heart all over again. Tears were streaming down her face and he gently wiped a few of them away. Y/N was dreaming about their break up ,tossing and turning in her sleep. He wanted to wake her up , wrap his arms around her and comfort her like he’d usually do when she had bad dreams … but it wasn’t possible. She started to wake up and he ran out of the house before she had had the chance to see him and kick him out.  What he had seen and felt while peeking inside her dream that night had brought back the memory of that night for him too…

It took him less than an hour to realise what a huge mistake he had made letting her leave. He used his vampire hearing , listening to her sobs in her car , wishing things hadn’t gone the way they had. Y/N had said she didn’t want anything to do with him … and it had all been his fault.
“AARHHHH .!!!!” he screamed , grabbing the lamp from the night stand tossing it across the room at the wall  smashing it to bits, turning around and picking up the next thing he could find which turned out to be a picture of them together. Kai looked at it for a few moments , touching her face on the photo.
“I’m so sorry…” he whispered , crumbling on the ground still holding the picture in his hand as tears started streaming down his cheeks. He wiped them away as quickly as they were falling , giving up a few minutes later. Kai hated the tears , they always made him feel like some sort of an alien creature. He had felt pain before , but none of it compared to what he felt in that moment  when she had left their home , slamming the door shut behind her - like the air was being pulled out of his lungs , his heart being torn away from his chest.

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The next day Y/N woke up from her phone ringing - ZACK said the called ID. She couldn’t help but smile for a moment. Zack was a british guy she had met a few weeks ago at Whitmore. He was sweet , kind and as far as she gotten to know him , he was absolutely perfect. When she was with him the pain vanished for a few hours and she had started liking him so when he had asked her out on a date a week ago she had said yes. Zack had taken her out for a dinner and a movie and tonight was their second date.
“Hey.” she picked up the phone. “What’s up ?”
“Morning gorgeous.” he said in his perfect accent. “Just checking in to see if we are still on for tonight ? I can’t wait to see you.”
Y/N giggled. “Yes , we are and … I can’t wait to see you too.” she said smiling. “What do you have planned ?”
“It’s a surprise.” Zack said , Y/N heard voices around Zack calling for him. He was at work. “Hey , I gotta go love .. see you tonight.”
Y/N hang up the phone starring at her screen saver for a moment - a picture of her and Zack making funny faces behind the teacher’s back.
Maybe this is it. she thought. My chance to be happy again…
She walked upstairs , opening her closet looking for the perfect outfit for the evening , rummaging through her dresses pulling one after another.
“And as usual .. I have nothing to wear.” she laughed nervously after trying a few outfits. Somehow none of them seemed to work to her liking. Y/N sighed and walked back to the closet , looking through her things and that’s when she saw it…. one of Kai’s t-shirts. She froze on the spot , unsure what to do at first.
When they had broken up , she had packed all Kai’s things in a box and left them in his house along with the key to their house … his house. Somehow his shirt had stayed in her closet this whole time. Carefully she picked it up , holding it in her hands as if it’s the biggest treasure , a small smile spread across her face. Y/N brought it up  to her face , feeling the soft material and taking in the scent.
It still smells like him. she thought.
She sat on the bed , holding Kai’s shirt close to her chest , closing her eyes.
Y/N remembered when he had left it here … it was one of the first times he had stayed the night. In the morning she hadn’t been able to find where her clothes had fallen the night before , she hadn’t even been sure they were still in one piece …and then her gaze had stopped on his shirt , she had put it on walking downstairs where Kai had already started making breakfast. He always made breakfast. Y/N remembered clearly the look on his face when he saw her in his shirt , how he had pulled her close softly whispering in her ear how sexy she looked in it before leaning in to kiss her and tossing her over his shoulders…
A few tears rolled down her cheeks at the memory. She wiped them away quickly , holding onto the shirt tighly as if it might disappear. They had been so happy together , every moment felt like magic. How did it all fall apart in the end?  
Y/N took off the dress she had been wearing tossing it onto the floor and put on Kai’s shirt , looking at her reflection in the mirror , wrapping her hands around her drowning in the memory of that day. Whatever happened in the future , whoever she got to spend her life with … she knew one thing for sure - she’ll never stop loving him.
“I miss you …” she whispered.

The first few weeks after the break up Y/N spent mostly crying. There was no way to stop the pain or the tears. She went to sleep at night haunted by nightmares reliving their breakup, except when she woke up in the morning the nightmares never ended. Each day was worse than the previous. Her life had turned into an endless ocean of pain and she was drowning in it. She didn’t want to eat , to sleep or to go on in general.. Life without Kai didn’t exist for her.
A few times she had found herself wandering the streets in the middle of the night , her heart pulling her towards Kai until she ended up in front of his house. She’d get there around 3-4am , sit on the porch for a while glancing at the windows which were always dark , as if no one was inside. For all she knew Kai had left town and gone back to Portland and it was breaking her on the inside knowing she had lost him. One time she fell asleep on the porch and woken up back in her house unsure how she had gotten there.
About a month and a half later after the break up, Y/N decided it is time she pulled herself together and start moving on.. so she went out with her friends , ending up making out with some guy who had been an absolute stranger to her. Instead of moving on , she felt worse than before … like she had cheated on Kai , which was ridiculous considering they had broken up.
Later on her friends had set her up on a date with one of Tyler’s old high school friends from the football team who had rolled back into town. Things had been going well up until the point Kai had walked into the Grill. It had been the first time she had seen him since their break up and he looked wrecked. Kai looked paler than usual with dark spots under his eyes , his hair was messy , his shirt untucked and he even had grown some facial hair. The moment his eyes had fallen on Y/N and her date he visibly crumbled on the inside. He sat at the far end of the Grill not looking at them , Y/N glancing a few times in his direction trying to catch his eye … All her feelings had come rushing back and her only wish was to run into his arms. She hadn’t even realised her date had been talking for a few minutes but she hadn’t heard a word , all her thoughts consumed by Kai.
“Hey , are you OK?” the guy said , reaching across the table to touch her hand.
“Yeah … yeah , I’m … I’ll be right back.” she said getting up , heading towards the restrooms. Y/N looked at her reflection in the mirror , the hole in her chest opening again causing her pain so strong she nearly fell on the ground. It took her more than 10 minutes to recover enough to walk back outside only to find her date gone. She looked around for a few moments , searching for him but there was no trace of him so she grabbed her bag and jacket , heading outside and that’s when she heard the screams. Y/N ran to the small alley behind the Grill , finding Kai punching and kicking the guy she had been on a date with , before pulling him up and feeding on him until the guy stopped fighting.  Kai turned towards her , his eyes filled with anger and pain , before disappearing.

Y/N had no idea how much time had passed until the doorbell returned her back to reality. She pulled over her head Kai’s shirt and quickly got dressed in her PJ’s , carefully tucking in under her pillow before rushing downstairs to open the door.
“Zack ! Hi ! W-what are you doing here ?” she asked surprised , noticing the flowers in his hand. “Oh God … ” she muttered.
Zack laughed nervously. “You are not ready yet ? I can go wait in the car if you need some extra time…” he said looking at her wearing her PJ’s , licking his lower lip.
Y/N smiled awkwardly. Somehow she had completely forgotten about Zack’s existance , not to mention their date.
“Yeah sorry. Um … something came up. Come on in , you can wait inside…” she said , as Zack gave her the flowers. “Thank you , those are beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you.” he said leaning in to kiss her , wrapping his hands around her waist and pulling her close. Suddenly his kiss felt wrong to her , his lips on hers felt wrong. Y/N pulled away giving him a small smile.
“I better find them a vase.” she said tiptoeing into the kitchen , Zach following her closely behind. She looked through the kitchen cabinets for a vase and in a few minutes she found one and filled it with water , placing the flowers in leaving them on the table. “How did you know I like white roses ?”
Zack took a few steps towards her , backing her against the kitchen counter.
“I know a lot of things.” he said , his lips smashing against hers as his hands found their way down her waist , squeezing her ass pulling her closer to him. Y/N had wrapped her hands around his neck tugging on his hair. He didn’t seem to want to pull away or let go off her. Her phone rang and she tried to wiggle her way out but Zack grabbed her wrists holding them tight together behind her back. She looked up and his expression scared the hell out of her. His eyes were black and he had this crazy look on his face - the same look a predator has looking at his pray. Zach’s other hand pushed down her PJ’ bottoms along with her underwear.
“What are you doing?” she asked trying to get herself free. In all the time she had known him , he had never done anything like it. “Sto-”
He smashed his lips against hers again , shutting her up. Y/N managed to kick him between the legs with her knee , giving her a few seconds to pull away from him.
“What is wrong with you?!” she asked raising her voice. “Whatever has crawled up your pants - watch it. THIS is not going to happen. Not tonight and definitely NOT like this.”
Zach took a step towards her. “Why not , Y/N? I want this , you want this … I see the way you look at me , you want it…” he said , his voice completely different than the sweet sound she was used to.
“I-I think you should go.” she said stepping aside , pointing towards the door. “Go before I call the cops or worse - one of my friends.”
Zach laughed and took another step towards her. “Your friends? What are they going to do to me ? Report me to the dean ?”
“Trust me , you do not want to find out.” she said , her voice trembling , taking a step back from him trying to get to her phone.
He pushed her onto the couch pinning her wrists over her head , kissing her neck while his other hand pushed down inside her underwear.
“Stop ! I don’t want to do this … Zack , get off me!” she cried out trying to push him off , tears started streaming down her face. “Get off me , please…”
It didn’t matter what she said , he kept going .. pulling down her PJ’s and undoing the buttons on his jeans.
Y/N felt so helpless in that moment , unable to do anything but wait for it to be over. Every attempt to fight him off failed , all her words went poof in the air… She had thought Zack was this nice guy and it had turned out that he was anything but.
“Stop please ..” she begged him again in between sobs , trying to pull herself away from him.
There was a loud bang coming from the front door and suddenly Zack started choking , his body lifting up in the air a few steps off the ground , his legs kicking at nothing while his hands tried to free the invisible grip on his neck.
Y/N looked around , her eyes falling on Kai who looked ready to tear Zack apart, his eyes burning with anger.
“I believe she said she wants you to stop. You should’ve listened.” Kai said , fury in his voice. “How should I end you ? Should I break your neck or rip out your heart?” he paused for a moment thinking. “Maybe first I will break every bone in your body as a punishment for laying a finger on her.”
Y/N stood frozen for a moment before pulling back up her PJ’s and running into Kai’s arms.
Kai pulled her close , tearing his eyes away from Zack , who’s face was already purple / blueish , looking at her with tears in his eyes. The girl he loved , who had nearly been raped by someone she had trusted. Kai didn’t even dare thinking what would’ve happened to her if he hadn’t decided to come to her house that evening and try to talk to her. His heart broke all over again looking at Y/N. She looked so scared and shaken to the core.

A few days after their break up , Kai came home finding a box with all things he had left in Y/N’s house - t-shirts , pictures …and the key he had given her so she could walk in at any time , even if he wasn’t home. He sat on the floor unable to bring himself to look through the things in the box. He had expected to find a ‘surprise’ like this one at some point but not this soon. Part of him had hoped they’d be able to repair their relationship , that this wasn’t the end …
Kai sat alone in the darkness , unable to fall asleep or even close his eyes because every time he did , Y/N’s face showed up behind his eyelids … The moment he had told her he regretted every second spent loving her ,the cracks in her heart visible through her eyes… He couldn’t believe how stupid he had been in that moment , talking without thinking not realising the consequences of his actions.
His days were mostly spent trying not to go looking for her ,except he failed miserably at it. A few times he had used a cloaking spell , sneaking up into her house or following her around town. It hurt him seeing her like this - she looked like a ghost , walking down the street or sitting on the couch curled up into a ball crying. She’d look in his direction or walk past him , he’d reach out to touch her before stopping himself.
A few times he had seen her come to his house in the middle of the night , just sitting on the porch… Kai would sit by the window in the dark , looking at her trying to work up the nerve to open the door and talk to her. To apologise for all the pain he had caused. One time she fell asleep and he carried her home. He didn’t think Y/N would be happy if when she wakes up finds herself in their old bedroom with him leaning over her.
None of those moments compared to the ones when he saw her with other guys. He liked seeing her smile , but hated that it was someone else making her smile and not him. His jealousy always won in the end.
Y/N had been the light in his life … and now he was living in literal and metaphorical darkness. He barely fed , not unless it was on one of the guys trying to take her away from him forever.

Kai flicked his wrist , breaking one of Zack’s legs , then the other not once but twice. He loosened the grip enough for Zack  to take a breath before breaking one of his ribs. Y/N reached for his hand , lowering it down.
“No … don’t.” she said , her voice trembling. “He will get what’s coming …Let him go.”
Kai looked at her as if she were insane. “That guy just tried to … ” he swallowed hard, unable to even say the word. “.. he deserves to suffer and bleed out for what he did.”
“No , he will stain the carpet.” she said , a small smile on her face. “It will be hell to clean up afterwards.”
Kai laughed , a genuine laugh for the first time in months. Y/N brushed away a tear rolling down his cheek , her fingers tracing every inch of his face as if seeing him for the first time. Kai let Zack down on the ground watching him squirming in pain. Y/N walked over to him , kneeling down.
“You wanted to know what’s so scary about my friends…? Compared to my boyfriend ,” she motioned to Kai ,“ my friends are harmless fluffy kittens.”
Kai’s eyes lit up when she said ‘my boyfriend’ and he smiled for a moment. He loved hearing her say those words.
“What are we going to do with you now , Zack? … ” she muttered more to herself than to anyone else.
“What kind of a freak is that guy ?” Zack spit out , pointing at Kai. “I’ll report you to -”
“To who ?” Kai interrupted. “The cops ? I think they’d be more interested in what you tried to do to her. Be grateful she stopped me or you would’ve been 2 meters under ground right now…” he knelt down next to Y/N , grabbing Zack’s shoulders. “Listen to me very carefully you little piece of … … You were in a car accident on your way to Y/N’s house to tell her you are not interested in her. You will forget all about me and what I did to you .. and you will move so far away from here , you’ll fall off the edge of the map. Got it?”

*   *   *

“I’m going to burn that couch.” Y/N muttered after they had dealt with Zack and he was sent on his 'marry way’ in an ambulance with compelled doctors. “Are you going to help me or what?” she said glancing at Kai who laughed at her comment.
“It’s not the couch’s fault this happened …. It’s mine.” he said taking a step towards her. “I … I never should’ve let you leave that night. If my pride hadn’t gotten the worst out of me , none of this would’ve happened.” His gaze fell on the ground.
Y/N took his hand in hers. “You can’t blame yourself for this… it was my fault too.” she said , Kai lifting his gaze to meet hers.
“No! No , it wasn’t. It was all me.” he raised his voice. “I said so many things I didn’t mean that night , pushed you away and didn’t follow you after. I should have followed you , I … I should’ve done everything I could to get you back and I didn’t… and then when I saw you with all those guys , it felt like I was losing you all over again… and then you met this idiot. I saw you happy with him and I knew I had lost you forever.”
Y/N looked into his eyes , seeing her pain reflected in them. Now that she saw him up close , there were dark circles under his eyes , his skin was grayish. She ran her fingers through his hair , watching him close his eyes for a moment enjoying her touch. Her hand resting on his cheek , Kai’s hand reaching for it to hold it. He opened his eyes , blinking back tears. It broke her heart seeing him like this. Kai never liked tears , not in her eyes and definitely not in his eyes.
“I am so so sorry for everything , Y/N. I’m sorry for causing you all this pain , putting you through hell … I …”
“Stop talking.” she said suddenly.
“No , you need to know. … and then you’ll never see or hear from me again , just like you wanted. Y/N , I -”
Y/N shut him up with a kiss , wrapping her hands around his neck , running her fingers through his hair tugging on it , pulling him closer.. Kai looked surprised for a second and then pulled her closer to him too , his lips hungrily wanting more. In that moment all the pain from the past few months disappeared as if it had never happened. It felt like two pieces of the same heart had finally connected and everything in the world seemed right again. Their lips perfect match for each other , their bodies perfectly fitting together.
“I never stopped loving you… ” he said softly , pulling away from the kiss with a wide smile on his face. “I love you … I .. I always will.”
Y/N smiled widely back at him pressing her lips to his again before speaking.
“I never stopped loving you either , Malachai.” she said. He didn’t even wince hearing his full name like he usually did… She pressed her lips against his again. “I love you! Always and forever.” she said smiling.
He let out a small laugh. “I missed hearing you say my name.” he said cupping her face , his thumbs gently rubbing her cheeks and resting his forehead on hers. “I missed seeing the spark in your eyes , your lips .. everything. I missed you.”
Kai kissed her deeply , wrapping his arms around her tighter than ever.
“I am never letting you go again.”
“I wouldn’t let you even if you wanted me to.” she said smiling.


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Castle Kisses & Princess Proposal

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 “So like I have more… Are you sick of me yet ?? lol if so say when haha. Im going to DIsney in June and I can’t help but think of kissing Tony Stark in front of Cinderella’s castle.. the rest I leave to you as always. :)” tonystarksgirl

“We should take a picture in front of the castle with our ice creams!” You squealed as your boyfriend Tony Stark handed you a Mickey Mouse shaped ice cream bar.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” He rolled his eyes before taking a gigantic bite out of one of his Mickey’s ears. It was the fourth day of your Disney World vacation, and overall Tony had been a good sport about adhering to your every whim thus far. Including, but not being limited to, Disney Bounding as your favorite Disney couples each day, taking pictures with nearly every character that you could find, and suffering through It’s a Small World for you.

“You were just saying how much fun you’ve been having!” You sighed. “C’mon, I won’t let them take a hundred pictures like they usually do.”

“I don’t know, Sweetheart.” He smirked. “You might want a few hundred pictures of this one.” You were pulling him by the hand away from the ice cream cart and didn’t notice him toss the empty stick from his ice cream away and carefully pat the pocket of his jeans.  You waved at an unsuspecting Disney Photopass cast member until they shyly walked over to you.

“Mr. Stark, Miss. [Y/L/N], is there something I could help you with?” The photographer was a younger woman probably not much older eighteen. She smiled sweetly at you both and waited for you to reply.

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anonymous asked:

your fav shiro-ship for the ask meme?

nooooooo don’t make me choooose. but anyway, here’s some good ol’ sheith for the soul

Who said “I love you” first?

Shiro. It was total accident, Shiro hadn’t been planning on saying it yet, was likely planning some big, romantic reveal. But then Keith made Shiro laugh till he almost started crying, and while Shiro was still trying to stop he just looked at Keith with happiest, sweetest smile and fondly said, “I love you.” It caught them both off-guard, but before Shiro could cover for his slip and try to take it back, Keith brought Shiro close and whispered his response against Shiro’s lips.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?


After the Kerberos mission, Keith had set one of his old pictures of Shiro as his phone background. It was of Shiro smiling at one of their regular dinners, probably laughing at some terrible joke he’d probably made and Keith had probably rolled his eyes at. Some days, he’d hated it. Hated the reminder of what he’d lost right there in front of him, as though it wasn’t already constantly on his mind. Most of the time, though, he’d just stare at it long into the night and try to recapture how Shiro had made him feel when he’d still been alive. He never quite could. When they all finally get back to Earth, after Zarkon and his Empire have been defeated, Keith takes a picture of Shiro early one morning. He’s still in his pajamas and is holding a steaming cup of coffee in his lap, staring out over the desert as the first rays of sunlight breach the horizon. He’s at peace and Keith doesn’t have to wonder how he makes him feel anymore.

Shiro had a photo of Keith when he’d fallen asleep at their counter, head in hand. Keith made him delete it cause he’s drooling in the picture, but Shiro still kept the photo. He made a compromise with Keith about having a photo of him as his background by making it the both of them. Now, Shiro’s background is a selfie of Shiro and Keith’s faces pressed forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Keith has his eyes closed and a small smile on his lips, while Shiro is looking down at Keith and biting his lip. 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

Keith isn’t very good at coming up with things to say or write on the fly, so he usually just leaves a little doodle on the mirror, like a little lion or a mini Voltron. Keith is actually pretty artistic. Shiro will sometimes leave a reminder for Keith, like to pick up milk from the store or that they have lunch with Lance and Hunk that day, but he always leaves a really bad doodle behind that always make Keith laugh. 

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

Keith. He’s one of those people that will just be out and about and see something that reminds him of Shiro or that he thinks Shiro would like, and he’ll just get it on impulse. Shiro loves each weird little thing Keith gets him and is always really touched that things made Keith think of him.

Who initiated the first kiss?

Keith. When he finally gets Shiro back after the second time he disappeared, he just pulls Shiro down and kisses him without a thought cause god he missed him so much.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Keith. He’s the natural early riser, between the two. But usually he’ll just let Shiro sleep and go make breakfast for the two of them. It’s only if Shiro doesn’t wake up before Keith finishes cooking that he goes back to their room and gives him kisses.

Who starts tickle fights?

SHIRO. His absolute favorite sound in the world is Keith’s laughter, and although tickle attacks are a bit dangerous (Keith has very sharp elbows), it’s totally worth it to hear Keith shriek and laugh.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

Keith. Shiro sometimes has issues with showers, due to his past trauma and some body issues he’s developed, so he’s generally a really fast shower taker. But sometimes Keith will come in and get him to slow down and really enjoy himself.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

Shiro. He likes to take Keith out to lunch, on occasion, since Keith does most of the cooking. (Shiro isn’t hopeless, but that doesn’t mean he’s particularly good. He can make, like, 2 things well. But he makes up for it with going out and thank you kisses when Keith has to intervene and save their dinner.)

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

Neither of them. Oh, they were both nervous leading up to it, sure. Things like, is this really gonna work out?, should I even be wearing this?, what are we gonna talk about, we already know each other… ran through both their heads. But once they were finally sitting down at the little table Lance and Allura had set up, and eating the dinner Hunk and whipped up for them with the low lighting and soft music courtesy of Pidge and Coran? They were both completely at ease. Yes, things worked out. Yes, they both looked great. And when they ran out of things to talk about? Well, neither of them ever really minded the quiet, as long as they were together.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Both of them can, but if they’re both home, Shiro usually gets Keith to do it. Keith has zero fear of any bugs. Shiro, a rational human with normal fears, does not go near the potentially deadly creepy crawlers unless he doesn’t have a choice.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

SHIRO. He such a loving and cuddly drunk. He likes to list all the things he loves about Keith to anyone who will listen, including Keith. Only, when he’s saying it to Keith, it’s usually whispered into his neck between kisses;)

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I actually wrote something. My writers block disappeared for a little. I hope you guys like it. It was just something cute that came into my mind. Lately just getting a lot of domestic/family Chris feels so be prepared for that. 

For these imagines (not involving the Chris x Marissa ones) I’m going to use the same names for the kids just to make it a little easy, but I’m going to keep these Chris x Reader so you guys can imagine it’s you. 

Daughter - Anna, oldest son - Matthew, youngest son - Austin.                     Anna is 4 years older than Matthew and 6 years older than Austin.

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BunnyRibbit: Facetime

[You got it, my dude. Though…it turned out a little long for a flash piece.]

           I’m here now, okay? Don’t leave yet! Hana was hastily texting as she got into her apartment, throwing her keys aside. Her computer was already on—naturally—so it just took a quick shake of her mouse to wake it up. Drills had gone on way longer than they should’ve, which meant that rather than having plenty of time to get home and clean up a little, she was already late for her planned Skype call with Lúcio. Their time zones were exactly twelve hours apart, so mid- afternoon for her was three in the morning for him. Still, he had answered her last few texts saying he would wait, so she figured this was better than nothing.

           Are you still up? she typed quickly as she got her webcam working.

           I’m here, don’t worry, Lúcio responded. He video called her, and she answered with a wide smile. Of course she knew he wouldn’t care that she was still in work mode, but she couldn’t help feeling bad regardless. When he saw her, he smiled back, and her stomach filled with warmth. “They’re really working you out there, huh?”

           “No kidding,” she said. “It wasn’t even a MEKA day. I’m exhausted—but I’m glad to see you! I’m sorry for making you stay up so late.”

           “It’s cool. I’ve had concerts keep me up later,” he assured her. When her eyes fell on his shirt, her smile widened.

           “Nice PJs, nerd,” she mumbled, though she was honestly pleased to see him sporting her B.Ny logo. It was one of her favorite designs, too! Had she told him that? Or did they just have similar tastes? 

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anonymous asked:

hcs about the main 3 waking up one day and finding out their s/o passed away in their sleep the night prior? (can be out of the blue or because they were actually sick! i'd love to see your take on this! ps: maximum angst pls)

You DEVIL! I like you -smirks-


  • Waking up, turning around and smiling at your beautiful face was everything that made Yuuri’s day better. But today, he didn’t find a peaceful face. He found open cloudy eyes, a hanging jaw and a stiff body.
  • Yuuri instantly started yelling. This sight was not something the fainted hearted could see.
  • Tears started pouring out as Yuuri yelled your name. He was panicking and didn’t know what to do. After much deliberation he finally called the emergency line.
  • When the paramedics got to your and Yuuri’s home, they rushed in already expecting the worse since Yuuri’s description was basically that of a corpse. 
  • Yuuri was crying, clinging to one of the paramedics and begging him to save you.
  • “Please! Save her! PLEASE!”
  • “Sir! We will do everything we can!” Yuuri fell to his knees, losing all strength in his body. He saw as the paramedics started looking for signs of like, even trying to revive you even thought they knew it was too late. 
  • As soon as one of the paramedics draped the blanket on top of your face, Yuuri lost it. He cried his heart and soul out, yelling at the air, trying to get all of those pent up feelings out of his chest. But it was almost impossible.
  • When the paramedics started taking you away, Yuuri held onto the stretcher.
  • “Don’t take her! Don’t you DARE!” 
  • One of the paramedics tackled Yuuri to the ground, holding him until they put your corpse safely in the ambulance. 
  • As much as Yuuri struggled, he knew nothing could be done. This was it.
  • At your funeral Yuuri had to be taken away in the spot to a mental hospital. He had tried to hold your casket back, even going as far as to punch somebody who was lowering it onto the ground.
  • After much needed treatment and time healing the wounds little by little, Yuuri was able to visit your grave. He didn’t  say anything, he was even afraid of breathing thinking he would be able to smell your perfume. He put a Polaroid picture of the both of you in the grave, sat down in front of it and closed his eyes. He stayed there trying to imagine you by his side.


  • Every Friday Viktor would wake up earlier than usual to make you some breakfast in bed. But today was a very special day, he planned to to propose to you as soon as you woke up. He had put the engagement ring around a piece of bacon and hoped for the best.
  • As Viktor came into the room with the tray full of breakfast, he started calling out your name slowly. You were turned to the other side, your back facing him so he hadn’t noticed anything when he woke up.
  • He put the tray down on the floor for a second and sat beside you, shaking you a bit and calling out your name. He noticed that your skin felt cold and rigid. He observed you more and noticed that your chest wasn’t moving.
  • “Oh God, no…” He turned your body upside and when he saw your hanging jaw and partially closed eyes he stood up from the bed and ran towards the first phone he could find, calling the emergency line.
  • His hands were shaking, he was barely holding back his tears. He held onto himself, sort of giving himself a hug. He was in complete denial.
  • When the paramedics finally arrived, they did everything they could, but declared you dead.
  • “I’m sorry, but it seems she passed away some hours ago. We will proceed to take her to the hospital and check to see the cause” Even thought everything seemed chaotic in Viktor’s mind, he seemed rather calmed. He followed orders, went to the hospital, discovered the cause of death and even then did he not shed a single tear.
  • After the viewing took place, your body was cremated and your ashes were handed over to Viktor. He drove all the way to the place he took you when he asked you to be his girlfriend/boyfriend, a cliff that looked down on the sea. He took your ashes and the engagement ring he was supposed to give you that fateful morning and he threw them together to be washed away by the sea.
  • After throwing them he instantly regretted it and he just jumped onto the sea, without giving it a second thought. While he was falling he finally shed his first tear after everything that had happened and smiled. 
  • “Finally we will be able to be together…”


  • To say that Yurio was a wreck was an understatement. He was a complete disaster. It had been months since you had been in the hospital, your health getting worse as each day passed by. Yurio had even taken a break from skating to be with you every single day. So waking up to the sound of doctors and nurses trying to resurrect you and that damned straight beep noise that will forever haunt his mind wasn’t really the best sight in the world.
  • When the doctor told him that you had passed away, Yurio lost all logical thought and went on a rampage. He started throwing stuff around, unplugging your cords and trying to hold your body hostage, even threatening the doctors and nurses if they dared to touch you.
  • The hospital had already dealt with this type of people. They understood that a sudden death brought much grief, and more if it was someone like a lover. Yurio was sedated and put in a room allowing him to rest.
  • When he woke up he was much more calm, but he kept weeping quietly, hugging the pillow and closing his eyes trying to imagine it was you.
  • At the funeral Yurio couldn’t even look at the casket being lowered. He felt so broken that he even wanted to jump down with you. After everybody left he stayed there and sat in front of your grave and talked to you like if it was any other normal day with you by his side. 
  • He retired from ice skating, started to go to therapy, and would go almost everyday to your grave to talk to you.
When You Became Mine - Zig x MC Special Part 1.

Valentine’s Day Special Part 1 (The Freshman)

- When You Became Mine.

Summary: Another late night with Zig turns into a morning worth remembering. But just what exactly does this heartthrob have planned for MC on Valentine’s day?

[Happy Valentine’s Day to all the @playchoices fandom. We know a couple of you (myself included) were pretty bummed that Zig wasn’t included in the Valentine’s Day Special for The Freshman, so @choicesmyway,@hollyashton and I put together a Zig x MC Fanfic that’ll hopefully help you through the Zigless choices week we’re going to have. We’ve divided it into three fantastic parts. A lot of hard work and dedication came into making this and we hope you enjoy it!]

Hartfeld was a quiet and unhurried place by the crack of dawn. Until the morning rush began, the silence of the community was a sweet melody to only the earliest of risers before the rest scrambled to start their day. Some slept through their alarm, others sprang out of bed with the intention of reaching the bathroom first and hushed tones argued over television shows from the night before.

All of this was missing as her alarm went off. Eyes jerking awake, she dragged a hand through her tousled dark brown hair before frowning at her surroundings.  It took her a moment to realize that she wasn’t in her dorm and a moment longer that she was in unfamiliar territory.

Another late night. Another night out so late that she had forgotten to call and ask for a ride home from a friend. She hadn’t returned to her dorm last night and the events leading up to it caused her cheeks to flush before she glanced warily around for any sight of him.

She remembered spending the night at his place. They hadn’t wasted anytime once they got through his front doors, half stumbling into each other before they tore every piece of fabric between them. Their clothes had been carelessly tossed aside in their quick haste to sink into each other’s skin. She remembered being pressed up against his firm length and raking her fingers across his back as their bodies collided. She remembered him bringing her to the edge multiple times and only giving her a final release when he could join her. She remembered all of it; except for the part about how they had made it to bed.

Yawning, she stretched her stiff shoulders and winced at how sore she felt. She didn’t waste any time once she got her bearings. She threw off her covers and glanced around the room in search for her clothes.

No such luck.

To make matters worse, he was nowhere in sight and this was the first time she was left alone in his personal space without him present. It was an opportunity that she wouldn’t take for granted and her eyes scanned the room for any signs of the man behind the mask.

Something caught her eye; a photo on his bedside table. She crossed the room quickly in order to get a better view. He was younger here, maybe in his late teens surrounded by a family that clearly loved him. An older woman with a tender expression and smiling eyes was the tallest out of all of them. Two younger girls with dark ringlets that were caught laughing as they hugged him by the waist. The four of them were obviously close; their arms linked around each other and they were grinning from ear-to-ear at the camera as if they were hiding some secret away from the rest of the world.

It was the only picture in sight and left her with the impression that family was very important to him. She smiled at it before looking away to study the rest of the room. She hoped that something in here would divulge some sort of knowledge about his past. When nothing jumped out at her, she felt a twinge of disappointment.

Everything was surprisingly neat.  

There were folded clothes set aside by the dresser. A small desk space followed and had a series of novels with familiar titles that she swore she’d seen before. Curiously, she stepped closer until she had a better look, her eyes skimming some of its content before she realized most of them were books she’d already come across. She remembered seeing them in the campus bookstore.

Her heart warmed at the sight. Even though he wasn’t a student –  anyone could tell by looking at the meticulously placed pile that he was completely passionate about going back to school. She was heartbroken at the thought that he might never get that chance. The incident he confessed weeks ago at Madison’s birthday party, reminded her that he had been robbed of the chance.

Shoving those thoughts aside, she grabbed one of his dress shirts, only stopping to inhale its musky scent before quickly slipping into it. It smelled like him and she was happy that she’d gotten a chance to see all of this instead of heading home last night. She buttoned the first two before heading down the hall, intent on finding him.

Her feet froze in their languid pace as her nose caught a pleasant smell coming from the kitchen. The gentle aroma of pancakes made her stomach grumble in response. She ignored it as she padded inside. Her grumbling stomach turned into full flip-flops at the sight in front of her.

Zig’s back was toward her and he had a pair of sweats that hung low by his lean hips. He seemed intent on flipping a pancake and hadn’t heard her come in.

She admired him for a few seconds longer, feasting her eyes on every muscle that followed his efforts. Eventually, she seated herself near the counter. Propping her elbows up, she cleared her throat. “What’s all this?”

He turned to her, a cheeky grin on his face when he met her cheerful expression. “Morning to you too gorgeous.” He finished the last pancake and brought a plate of them towards the counter. “I figured I owed you breakfast for not taking you home last night.” He brought two plates forward.

She inhaled its delicious fumes and uttered a small sigh. “This looks so good.” She didn’t waste any time, piling two onto her plate before beaming at him. “And I graciously accept.”

He laughed. “Good.”

“Besides, last night was fun.” She added, nibbling on a small piece before pouring maple syrup on the rest of it.

“It’s always fun when you’re around.” He told her before digging into his own.

“Oh, just fun?” She teased. With exaggerated slowness, she dropped her eyes towards his pants.

When she glanced back up at him, he was smirking at her. “You know what I mean.” He took a huge bite.

She did but she liked teasing him anyway and did so at every given opportunity.

“But the fun doesn’t have to stop there.”

“Oh?” She paused to glimpse at him in time to realize that his eyes weren’t innocent anymore, in fact there was a glint to it that made her wonder what he was thinking. Probably, deliciously naughty thoughts.

“I’m sure the rest of today could be too.” His voice dropped an octave lower and her cheeks flushed at his double meaning.

She slapped his hand playfully away when he reached over to try and brush his hand on top of hers. “No way.” She shook her head. Her decision was resolute, even though the rest of her body wasn’t cooperating. She shuddered by the look of desire in his eyes.

She pointed her fork at him. “I’ve already missed one class for today and I don’t intend on missing another.”

“Not even if it meant that we could spend the entire valentine’s day together?”

Her heart skipped a beat. “I can’t say I’m not entirely tempted.” She tried to keep the excitement out of her voice. Just be cool, she told herself firmly. Meanwhile on the inside she was practically squealing. “What did you have in mind?”

His grin told her he had a plan but his eyes wasn’t giving anything away. “It’s a surprise.”

“So you’ve actually got something planned?” The more time she spent with him, the more he surprised her. She had to constantly revisit the way she saw him. She didn’t take him as the romantic sort.

Now she wasn’t sure if she wanted to make it to class after all. “And if I agreed, where would we go?”

His silence told her he was keeping it a secret.

She pouted, “Can I get a hint?”

He paused his fork in mid air but otherwise kept quiet. She pleaded with her eyes only to have him raise his own to wink at her.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, she ate the rest of her pancakes in silence.

He wasn’t playing fair. The least he could do was give her a hint.

Her mind was whirling with ideas. It had to be something in Hartfeld – anywhere else didn’t make any sense. There was an influx of tourist because of a passing festival on campus grounds and with the weekend behind them, it couldn’t be for an overnight trip. “Well if you aren’t going to tell me the least you could do is drop me by my dorm so I can change.” She gestured to her lack of clothes and his eyes flickered with amusement.

“Or you can keep what you’re wearing.” His eyes traveled lower, admiring her shapely. “My shirt has never looked so good.”

She blushed and dropped her gaze to the nearly empty plate. “I don’t mind if it’s just for you.” She made a face when she glanced back up at him. “But the rest of Hartfeld – not so much.”

He chuckled before nodding in agreement. “I do like the idea of having you all to myself.” He gave her an appreciative once over as they stood to clear the dishes.

She swatted him playfully before she handed over her dish. Leaning against the counter, she watched as he washed them and put them away. “Now I’m really excited.”

Before she could leave the kitchen, he grabbed her by her wrist and pulled her to him. Pleased but slightly taken aback by his sudden advance she stared up at him, memorizing the planes of his face.

Without saying a word, his firm hands gripped her by the waist and lifted her until she was on top of the counter. “I’ll give you something to feel really excited about.” He murmured.

Cheeks flushing, she tilted her head to meet his lips. No matter how many times they did this, she would never get tired of it. Their lips touched and tasted each other as if it was their first time. She loved running her fingers through his hair, of kissing his eager lips and touching him.

His hands sunk under her shirt and he lightly stroke her exposed flesh. He was rewarded with a delicate whimper from her lips before his grazed hers again.  

Looping her fingers at the side of his pants, she tugged him closer; wanting to feel him pressed in between her thighs.

He pulled away first, glancing at his phone before giving her a rueful smile. “If we want to make it in time we should start probably start getting ready.” He stepped back a few inches to give her some space so she could hop off the counter.

Her mind was still reeling from his kisses but otherwise, she cleared her throat and smiled. “Lead the way.”


Floral dresses reminded her of all the good things about spring – the sweet aroma of freshly picked flowers, the feeling of the sun’s generous rays across her shoulders and against the nape of her neck. She picked one of her favorites to commemorate the fantastic weather; a dress with pink straps and the floral patterns of brightly colored dandelions. She grabbed a simple pair of flat shoes on her way out.

The rest of her suitemates were probably finishing their last classes for the day, so she wasn’t surprised that Zig was the only other person waiting by the door.

His eyes lit up when he saw her.

She twirled in her dress. “You like?”

“Definitely.” He crossed the room in two quick strides and placed his arm around her waist. “You look beautiful.” He murmured before his lips crashed into hers.

His kiss was soft and turned into a series of artful kisses. His gentle caress became less steady and more urgent until he finally had backed her into a corner. He coaxed her mouth open, sending shivers down her spine as he kissed her more roughly this time.

A soft sigh escaped her throat and she looped her arms around his neck, meeting every kiss with her own enthusiasm. When she felt his expert hands slide under her dress, she firmly placed her own hands on his chest. Gathering willpower, she pushed back a little; keeping at least a few inches between them. When she could find her voice again, she spoke. “I thought we were on a schedule.”

He braced his arms on either side of her. “Seeing you like this is giving me second thoughts.” He bent down to whisper into her ear, “It makes me want to stay in.” He pressed his hard length into her, drawing a groan from her lips.

“No way.” She made light fists to thump against his hard chest. “Quit distracting us.” When he moved to kiss her again, she giggled and turned her head away at the last second. It landed deftly on her cheek.

“You’re not charming your way out of this one.” She warned with no real edge to her voice. “You said it’s a surprise and I happen to like surprises.” She brought a hand up to smoothly graze his cheek. “Especially when they’re coming from you.”

Their eyes locked for a long moment and she held her breath as she waited for him to respond. She felt a twinge of triumph at seeing the resignation in his eyes before he released her.

“Okay, okay – let’s go.”

She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, feeling reinvigorated by the time they got to the door. She stopped to grab herself a spring jacket that hung by the front of the dorm’s closest before they closed the dorm behind them.

They walked in almost perfect unison and she hid a smile when he entwined his hand with hers. “I can’t imagine spending the day with anyone else.” She hadn’t realized she had spoken the words out loud until she could feel his breath by her ear.

Her heart warmed by his soft response. “Neither can I.”

She was eager to see what the rest of the day had in store for them.

[Enjoying it so far? Click right here to see part 2 written by the sweet and awesome @choicesmyway and part 3 written by the amazing @hollyashton​ ]

Thinking of You

Pairing: Jared x Reader

Characters: Clif, Jensen, Rob (mentioned)

Summary: Your sister takes an embarrassing video of you and it turns out to be the best thing that’s ever happened.

Word Count: ~4,800 (sorry, I let it get away from me)

Warnings: fluff, mention of surgery and anesthesia, mention of mild panic attack symptoms, more fluff

A/N: This is an AU, and it’s fiction, so please, just assume Genevieve is off somewhere, happy as a clam with another man. I don’t mean to offend or disrespect her in any way. Last night, I was talking with the incredibly kind soul @scarlet-impala and she told me about her constant Jared crisis. This is the result. 

*A huge, Jared Padalecki-sized hug and thank you to Lennox for letting me use this - her real-life post-surgery story - as inspiration!!

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

Surgery was over. You had just come out of the sleep you were put into via anesthesia. Your brain was jumbled, but one thing was perfectly clear to you - you loved Jared Padalecki. He was the only concise thought you had. Your brained swarmed with how selfless he was, how much he gave to the fans, and how sweet and adorable he acted every time you saw a video of him.

“We don’t deserve Jared Padalecki, he has given us so much,” you mumbled, sounding more drunk than anything.

You didn’t know that your sister had started livestreaming on facebook right before you said it. She wanted to capture every second of your delirium, and unluckily for you, she caught your confession about the giant man you deemed your celebrity crush. She cackled as she ended the stream, watching you fall back asleep in the hospital bed.

The next morning, you woke up to your phone buzzing like someone was calling you. When you picked up your phone, you saw that it was just a constant flow of facebook notifications. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes as you unlocked your phone. You cursed under your breath when you saw the video your sister posted, knowing it was embarrassing.

When you tapped on the video and let the sound flood the small room you were staying in, you wanted to bury yourself under the covers and hide from everyone. Your face had to be beet red by the time you heard yourself crying over Jared. Looking at the caption she’d posted with it made things even worse.

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The Road Trip│Chapter 8

Riley is twenty-one years old, who does whatever she is supposed do. She stays in her safe zone never wondering out, until something happens that makes her rethink her life. Riley decides to do something for herself and hit the road for a solo trip. While trying to figure out her life and find inspiration to start writing, she meets a green eyed stranger. Is it possible to feel an instant connection with someone, and know they are the one for you? Riley and the stranger seem to think so, but will something come in the way of stopping them from being together?

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Word Count: 8,494

The weekend had passed faster than I had thought, and before I knew it was Monday night, and I still hadn’t told my parents about me inviting Lucas to New York.

I told Auggie Saturday night, and he seemed to be happy. He said he was excited to meet the person that has his sister all smiley, but he warned me of dad possibly overreacting, and mom’s reaction. I told Farkle the same night, and he seemed happy to hear. He said he’s seen a change in my mood since meeting Lucas, a good change. Although, he wasn’t too happy about hearing I forgave Maya, I didn’t explain because it wasn’t my story, but I told him she is our Maya and we love her.  

Sunday night, I muscled up enough courage to tell Maya. I wasn’t too sure how she was going to react, and I was a little nervous.  She was a bit hesitant at first about the idea of Lucas coming, but she eventually came around. She was more concern about where he’d be sleeping, but I told her we have a perfectly comfortable pull out sofa bed; plus, we stayed with him in his family home.

However, now, sitting in the guest bedroom, that I’ve been staying in, staring down at my phone, I can feel the fear coming in. Tonight, I plan to tell my parents. I’m trying to find the nerve to make the call. I told Lucas that I’ll be out in a bit, but that was almost thirty minutes ago. I’m afraid of my mom’s reaction the most. Our relationship is not the most solid right now, and I’m scared that she’s going to say something, and I’m not going to be able to control what I’m going to say.

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Eight years ago today, I arrived in Australia for the first time. 

I checked into the The Hatton Hotel where, the following morning, I’d finally meet Tim in person for the first time. 

Sadly, The Hatton is no longer open. We’d always planned to go back there, back to our room, but we never got the chance. It closed up shop while we were busy building a life elsewhere. It is something that I’ll always feel some regret about. Fortunately, the regret of not getting to stay there again pales in comparison to the memories we made while we were there. 

The bottom two photos are of Room 16, the same room where Tim and I spent our very first days and nights together. (Isn’t the internet wonderful?) 

I can see Tim sitting at the table at the end of the bed, wearing his fluffy white hotel robe, having coffee. I can see him standing at the mirror in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower, brushing his teeth. I remember seeing hot air balloons outside the window as they made their dawn flights over the city. I remember my head on his shoulder feeling like I was the luckiest girl to ever live. 

That initial image of Tim as he came through the door the first time, big smile on his face, both of us nervous, those tentative hello’s. Those will always be some of my most treasured memories.  

It was an absolute life-changing four days. 

The purpose of my brief trip had been to see if there was anything more to the two of us than the long distance friendship we’d built up over the previous six months on Tumblr and in emails and chats. And, lord yes, there was much more. There was all the chemistry we’d hoped for and then some. 

But there was something else too. There was this sense of having known him my whole life. A connection that felt as if it had existed for ages. If previous lives are a thing, then I have no doubt that we knew each other before we knew each other. 

There was also this strange sense of it being ok to trust him. And for someone like me, with trust issues as big as the ocean I’d just crossed, it was equally reassuring and unnerving. I did not know whether to go with my heart or to stick with the ruler by which I’d measured the other men who’d been in and out of my life. Thankfully, I chose my heart and I let Tim show me that trust and loyalty and truth and steadfastness actually exist and can flourish. 

Tim is, now 8 years on, my best friend, my true companion, my moon and my stars. It is Hallmark-y, and Nicholas Sparks-y and every other cliche with all the grittiness of real life and real issues and daily struggles thrown in the mix. 

Just like those first few days at The Hatton, we still lie down on the bed and turn toward each other and chat about our day before we get dinner on the go. I’ll lay my head on his arm and we’ll talk bollocks and laugh, oftentimes I’ll still cry about this thing or that and he still wipes my tears, or tickles me, or both. 

We still count hot air balloons in the sky and report back to each other when we see them. We send each other pictures that we take when we see hot air balloons in the morning sky, the talisman of our relationship. “I saw three balloons this morning and thought of you.” It warms my heart.

In November of 2009, during a month long in-patient stay at River Oaks Hospital in New Orleans, we did one of those dreaded art projects that no adult really likes to do. We were asked to create a visual representation of a place of safety in our lives. For most of us there on the trauma/PTSD unit, places of safety were few and far between. Even so, I knew immediately of the place I wanted to depict. The Hatton, Room 16. Hot air balloons seen from the window. A full moon still above in the dawn sky. 

It took me over a year to get back to Australia after this first visit. A time filled with many difficulties: my first full year of clean time, more traumatic events, the death of my mother, violence at home and in complicated relationships, my hospitalisation after months of being a danger to myself, finally being able to face some of the damage that my life had been made of. 

At times, I wasn’t certain that I’d ever make it back. But I held onto the hope of it, kept putting one foot in front of the other, kept waking up one more day, until the day came when I got on the plane with a one way ticket home. Home with Tim.

No one believed that we would make a permanent go of this. I’m not sure that Tim and I even believed then that we’d still be together this far on. But here we are. For today, we are solid and secure with one another. Life is good. I believe we are both happy and content with each other. 

The Hatton may no longer exist as a physical place. However, every day, I am reminded by Tim’s “16″ tattoo on his arm. It is his only tattoo and it commemorates our time together at The Hatton. It is the singular most romantic thing I could ever imagine. 

When I see that tattoo every day, I think of how we carried the experience with us into our everyday lives. What had been a particular place and a finite space in time, our week at the hotel, is now part of us each and every day. It stays with us and sustains us. We both remember what we went through to be together. The sacrifices and the hard work that brought us to where we are today. 

The talks, the tenderness, the hope.  

The chemistry, the connection, the promise. 

We embody it. We renew it. We fight for it. 

That’s what matters. 

We are the Hatton. 

We are the Hattons. 

And today is the 8th anniversary of a love story.  

Our love story. 

A Thousand Miles (Asa x reader)

Anonymous said: hey! could you do an asa imagine where the reader and asa fight a lot and asa is really really mean but then things become better and they make up and feel stupid for fighting?? omg thanks ly

Hey! Sounds like so much fun! I hope you like it! x

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Chapter Six: A Golden Crown

Originally posted by hasensalat


Ever since we confessed our love for each other, things in Winterfell had been even more blissful than before. Since we weren’t quite sure when Lady Stark would be back, I had started to loosely plan things for the wedding. 

But the only thing that I could really do was meet with some of the best seamstresses in Winterfell to start designing my wedding dress. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted, but I knew that I wanted flowers on it. 

I liked the idea of having flowers on my dress because it reminded me of one of the only happy places of my childhood, the castle gardens. The flowers there were beautiful and if I couldn’t be married there, then I at least wanted something on my dress to remind me of that. Plus, the ring that Robb had given me was shaped as a rose.

But of course, all good things had to come to an end. Word came from Kings Landing that Robb’s father had been attacked by my very own Uncle Jaime. He had pierced his sword through Lord Stark’s leg due to Lady Stark’s capture of Tyrion Lannister. 

Robb wasn’t sure what to do. Theon kept urging Robb to act on what had happened, saying that he should defend his father when he wasn’t able to defend himself.

To get his mind off of things, Robb decided to take Bran out into the woods for a ride on his new saddle that had just been finished. I decided to stay back at the castle to have a fitting for my dress, but Theon rode with them, much to Robb’s dismay.

I had been there, though, when Bran had gotten into his new saddle for the first time. The joyous look on his face as he rode around was enough to make anyone’s day. I hadn’t seen him smile like that in ages. 

Robb kissed me goodbye before the three of them rode off into the woods as I made my way to my dress fitting.

A few hours later, I was sitting by the fire in my chambers, reading one of the books that I brought with me from Kings Landing. Robb had been gone awhile now and it was getting dark now.

It had been quiet around the castle this afternoon, but it was at that moment that I heard some yelling from down in the courtyard. I walked over to my window and glanced down at the commotion outside.

I gasped when I saw Robb carrying Bran into the castle and Theon roughly dragging a wildling behind them. I rushed out of my room and down the stairs to the main hall, picking up the skirt of my dress slightly so I wouldn’t trip.

I burst into the main hall, where I walked into Maester Luwin patching up Bran’s leg, which seemed to have a gash in it, maybe from a sword. 

“Robb!?” I exclaimed as I approached him, gaining his attention. “Are you alright? What happened?”

“Some wildlings decided to attack Bran in the woods,” he answered gruffly, pulling me closer. “Bran got a little cut up, but i’m alright.”

“How many were there?”

“Four. But there’s only one left,” he answered, gesturing to the dirty woman that Theon was holding. 

“My Lord!” the woman exclaimed, attempting to come forward. “I just wanted to thank you again! I-”

“Quiet!” Theon shouted at her, dragging her back towards him as Robb shifted so that I was slightly behind him.

I went to go check on Bran then. 

“How are you feeling?” I asked him, swiping his hair out of his eyes and stroking his cheek slightly.

“I can’t feel a thing, actually,” he replied quite cheerfully considering the situation.

“Well that’s good then,” I laughed slightly, patting him on the cheek before making my way back over to Robb, who had just sent Theon and the woman away.

“It’s getting late, Leina,” Robb said. “Why don’t I walk you back to your room?”

“Alright then,” I answered. “Goodnight, Bran!”

“Goodnight, Leina!” he said back as Hodor carried him back to his room.

Robb was quiet as we walked back to my room. And when we finally got there, he still hadn’t said anything.

“What’s the matter?” I asked him.

“I don’t want to wait any longer to marry you,” he answered after a beat of silence. “What if something had happened in the woods today and I had died? I don’t want my life to end without marrying you. And with all the tension between the Lannisters and my father, I don’t know if war is avoidable or not.”

“But what about your mother? Shouldn’t we wait until she gets back?” I incredulously asked him.

“We can have a small ceremony in the Godswood before she gets home,” he replied. “And then we can have a huge wedding party with your father and my family when things settle down.”

“Do you really want to do this?” I asked softly.

“Of course, my love,” he whispered. “I love you and I cannot go another day without being your husband.”

“Well, my dress isn’t quite finished yet….”

“As soon as it’s done then!” Robb exclaimed before he pecked me on the lips as he picked me up and swung me around happily. 

What I pictured Leina wearing:





#50 [Cesaro]

#50: Is it just me or is it cold as hell in here? from the list here

Moving was hectic, no matter which way you looked at it. Packing up everything from one place, the physical act of actually moving it, only to unpack it all again…it was exhausting every time. While you had done it enough in your life to have a bit of a method to the madness, that didn’t really make it too much easier.

Especially not when this particular move also included combining your items with your boyfriend’s. It had taken weeks to go through your apartment and his, deciding what would be brought to the new house you were sharing, and what wouldn’t. The process was slowed down even more by the fact that your boyfriend traveled regularly, while you stayed home as a middle school English teacher.

To his credit, Antonio did awesome while he was in town. He was, not surprisingly to most, the far more organized of the two of you. He had lists, he had plans, and he definitely had motivation. If it wasn’t for him, you knew you wouldn’t have half the furniture you now had in the new house around you.

When it was officially moving day, he was the one giving out directions to your friends, and making sure boxes were near the right places to be unpacked in the future. He helped move the heavy items, put together the bed, and give you both a space you could live comfortably in until it was fully finished.

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