we missed the last one

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…I wonder if that was actually a good decision to make there, Kuroo

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smh i’m trying to redecorate Wes’ loft and i realized i have like 0 rugs from cleaning out my cc a few months ago. i closed my game to go hunt for some but ended up downloading 200 items of cc.. none of them were rugs.

pls.

26. Dress Up

Happy Birthday, Bucky!

Word Count: 462.
A/N: This is based on prompt 26, dressing up. In the US, soldiers in the Army have Dress Greens, and I got to thinking about this. I also can see Tony giving Bucky hell for running late/ skipping parties, and that’s where this came from. Needless to say, this is smut
Written by: @dragonsrequiem

Originally posted by littlemisssyreid

A hot, calloused hand wrapped around your waist in the elevator as a husky voice purred in your ear. “Babe, honestly I think if we skip the party no one will notice…” he tried in a hopeful tone before nibbling on the shell of your ear.

“That’s what you said last time, too, remember Bucky? Last time, when Tony threatened that if we missed one more party he would publicly embarrass us?” You argued back, fighting the urge to melt against Bucky. “Besides, I’d like to point out that this is for your birthday. I guarantee one or two people are bound to notice,” you added, trying hard to cling to logic as that hand traced closer and closer to the slit in your skirt.

“But I only want one cake tonight,” Bucky whispered playfully, his metal fingers lightly pinching your rear end.

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Never Enough Part 4

Summary: After finding out you are a mix of a siren and an angel. You must go out about life as best you can. Though, things get harder when it comes to your boys. Well, the pull towards them, anyways. Enjoy!

Ship: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader x Isaac Lahey

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, minor smut?

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Your P.O.V

I sat with Isaac for a few hours, making sure he was okay and lowkey protecting him from Derek. I know Derek has a good heart but he almost killed Isaac to get information about Boyd and Erica. I made sure that Scott was talking Isaac home. To his house, and not to Derek’s. I wave Isaac goodbye after our relatively close interaction. The moment they speed off, I can’t help but sigh in relief. There was something rather odd, almost intense, about having an anchor. For some reason though, I felt like I was suffocating. Before, when I was with Isaac, I felt whole-fantastic even. But being around him now, for too long, it was driving me stir crazy. 

I don’t know. Maybe it’s my siren side acting up or something.. And then, all of my questions in my head were answered in under a few seconds. The mere roar of an engine made it all click in my head. Stiles’ car engine, to be in exact. He rolled up in Roscoe, giving me his signature smirk. The smile I’ve always loved. “Hey, have you seen an angel around here?” I snort at his lame joke before hoping in his car. “Shut up. Where to?” He grins again. “Anywhere. I haven’t hung out with you in a while, so I thought we could hang. Just the two of us.” I swear my heart fluttered at the thought. I hadn’t hung out with Stiles in quite a long time. I was excited to be with just him. We went over to the public mall, which was odd, considering Stiles wasn’t a fan of shopping.

But the moment we got there, he acted like an excited puppy, grabbing my hand as he pulled me around the mall. We tried on hilarious clothes and laughed until till our stomachs hurt. After eating, something caught my eye. A photo booth, to be exact. I grinned from ear to ear, grabbing Stiles’ hand before yanking him towards the machine. He grunted at the action, laughing at my giddiness. He knew I loved these things. Stiles sat down, smiling at me as I put the money in. “Alright, get ready!!” I say, giggling. First we did a James Bond 007 photo, back to back with semi-serious faces that only ended in us laughing. We made another silly facial expression, giggling. The picture went again when Stiles was laughing into the crook of my neck. His breath brought shivers down my spine. An action, that he was too good at doing. “Oh, shit!! I think we missed that one! Last one! Better make it count!!” I say, happily. I rest my hand under my chin, posing. 

Stiles P.O.V

For the last photo, I couldn’t help but watch (Y/n) with loving eyes. When she smiled, there was a twinkle, a glint of genuine happiness in her eyes. It was a smile I’ve seen a thousand times, but in this moment, I was seeing her in a completely different light. I don’t know how I haven’t seen her this way before. She was beautiful, ungodly breathtaking. The way the light hit her hair and face made my heart leap. (Y/n) looked like an angel. My eyes raked up and down her face, trying to remember every crook and crease, fearing that that much perfection would slip away from me at any moment. When she glanced back at me, my heart stopped. “What?” (Y/n) asks, her voice soft and smooth, very enticing. What the hell was going on with me? When I spoke, I spewed out words, not even the slightest filter. 

“I never realized how beautiful you are.” She was speechless, as am I. I didn’t usually say stuff like that but I was overcome. I continued, muttering softly. “I didn’t miss your concert.” Brows furrowed as she asks. “What?” I continue, quietly. “I was there, at your concert. I wouldn’t miss it for the world. (Y/n), no matter how mad I could be, I’d never miss your piano concerts. You were amazing. I’m so sorry I ignored you for so long. I was being so childish and I’m really sorry I hurt you.” I meant every word I said. And I felt better, relieved from this guilty weight. She pulled me in a tight embrace, a simple action that made my heart beat pick up, drastically. “It’s okay, Stiles. We’re okay now.” I notice a slight crack in her voice, making me ponder to myself. 

After we left the photo booth, a strong part of me wanted to hold her hand, to hug her and keep her close to me and never let her go. I don’t know why, but I do. We head back to my house, I order pizza on the way. As I close the front door, (Y/n) runs up the stairs. “I’m gonna change! Get Star Wars ready!!” I snicker, popping in the movie. However, I couldn’t ignore the fact that my heart was in my throat, hands perspiring profusely. What the hell? Am I sick or something? I felt my head, ignoring the odd sensation that fluttered in my stomach. I poured our drinks, taking a swig of my own before paying for the pizza. When I walked into the living room, (Y/n) was chilling out on the couch, legs bare, only covered by a pair of short shorts. 

I groan, an immediate response. What the fuck Stiles? I set the pizza on the table with shaky hands, putting the blanket from the couch over our bodies. After a few Star Wars movies, I had to pause it to settle an argument. We were going back and forth, our voices growing louder and louder by the second. We decide, while argueing to stand up and grab our refills. “I’m telling you, it would have been better if he’d just died!” I yelled back, completely frustrated. 

(Y/n) scoffed, walking back to the couch, her hips moving from side to side. My eyes uncontrollably eyed them as she spoke. “No! If he had died, everything would have changed!!” She turns to say to me. But as she does, her foot gets caught on the carpet. Automatically, I leap forward to catch her, using my lacrosse skills, and in doing so, I flipped her so that she landed on me instead. We made a simultaneous ‘oomph’ sound, both laughing. “I swear, you are such a klutz.” I mutter as she sits up, slightly. “Haha, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” I nodded, my right elbow prompted up while the other hand brushes a stray hair out of her face. We stay like this for a few seconds, completely silent. That was, until (Y/n) spoke. “So, do I win the argument?” I pucker my lips, rolling my eyes before I sighed in defeat. 

“I guess it would be better if he was alive.” She yells in victory, pumping her hands in the air, her waist and stomach completely open and vulnerable. I smirk wickedly before striking. I tickled her stomach. She yelps in surprise before giggling loudly. A sound I adored. Our laughter’s filled my living room as I pinned her down, blowing down on her stomach and then her neck. It made a loud fart noise that made both of us laugh even harder. I pull away from her, stilling laughing until I notice the closeness of our face. Our smiles soon fade and our giggles die down. Our position on the floor was- awkward, to say the least. My legs were in between hers, my pelvis resting on hers while my right hand hovered over her waist. My left elbow kept me propped up, inches from her beautiful face. 

What the fuck was happening to me? (Y/n)’s my best friend? Why am I having these thoughts? I feel myself wanting to move closer to her. I brush a piece of hair out of her face, smiling. She grins back at me. I know I am in complete control. But I want to move closer, so I do. All of a sudden, my phone buzzes, bringing me back to reality while giving me a heart attack. I reluctantly pull myself off the floor, falling on my face once or twice as I grab my phone. “Stiles, I need you and (Y/n) to come to Derek’s. I’ll explain more later. Where’s (Y/n)?” I didn’t realize it until now but my face was tomato red, completely flustered. “Uhh- yeah. (Y/n)’s with me. Be there soon.” I manage to spew out before hanging up the phone, abruptly. When I turn around, (Y/n)’s picking up the dishes. “What do ya suppose they need us for?” Her voice coming out a little more uneven than usual. 

I shake my head, trying to lighten the mood as much as humanly possible. “They need my smart’s and your bad-ass skills, of course.” She grins before running upstairs to change. When she’s done, I give her my hand to take. “You ready, angel?” (Y/n) smirks, taking it before we jump in Roscoe. That was definately not normal. I wanted to be closer to (Y/n). But why? Slowly but surely, for a year or two, I’ve been feeling different about her. I just couldn’t comprehend as to why. When we arrive, I stay close to (Y/n), almost never leaving her side. When we first walk in, I noticed Isaac growl lowly, eyeing us suspiciously. He was mad, jealous. And, for some reason, I was happy that he was mad. After a minute, I noticed he got even more angry. And then I hit me, (Y/n) was covered in my odor. Solely based off of Isaac’s reactions, she was doused in my stench, my musk.

It made me smirk at the sight of Isaac being so enraged. He was practically fuming with jealously. I almost want to smile, but instead, I smirk. Which fuels the fire even more. (Y/n) talks to Scott, not noticing or completely ignoring Isaac and I’s non-verbal war. Isaac and I rarely took our gazes off one another, cautious of what the other might do. I didn’t- wouldn’t let Isaac take my- my best friend away from me. I continued to glare him down as we talked about a plan to break into the vault. 

Your P.O.V

I stood up tall, talking with Scott and Derek about a plan. Stiles and Isaac joins occasionally, speaking of Stiles.. hOlY sHiT!! The things he does to me. There were so many times he could’ve kissed me but didn’t. Which confuses me to no end? Not to mention the weird duel going on right now. The boys, Isaac and Stiles, to be exact, were practically growling at one another. As if they were in a nonverbal fight. I tried to ignore it, focusing on Scott’s voice. “So, Boyd, Erica and someone else are trapped in the bank. We can sneak in through the tunnels but-” Stiles shook his head, sighing. “there’s a five foot thick wall between you and the vault you need to get into.” Derek stood up from the chair he just occupied. “I can do it.” Peter’s voice called from up the stairs, sitting down on a step. 

“This is a suicide mission.” Stiles agreed with him. “You mean you’re gonna punch through the wall because you’re a big bad wolf?!” He asked Derek, practically seething. To which Derek shrugged and responded with. “Yes.” Stiles lifted up his hand to indicate the distance before leaving it mid-air, tauntingly. Oh, no.. “Alright, you think you can punch through that?! C’mon! Show us then, if you’re so tough-” But before he could finish, Derek punched his hand, earning a yelp from Stiles. Almost immediately I get in front to protect him, helping him up and off the floor. Derek and Isaac snickered not so quietly to themselves. But the second I glare at them, they shut up immediately, obviously scared of me and what I could do to them. 

I keep my hands on Stiles, rubbing his arm soothingly. I could have sworn I heard a low growl come from over my shoulder. But I didn’t need to be a psychic to guess that it was Isaac. I ignore it, sighing. “When are we going?” Derek scoffed, taking a step toward me. Using his height against me as a motivation of dominance, a threat. But I do not give in. “We? You’re not coming with us.” I stand up, leaving Stiles to hold only one of my hands. “Try and stop me.” He rolls his eyes like a drama queen. Scott bites his lip, glancing between the two of us with uneasy eyes. But before he could muster an sort of an excuse on why I couldn’t come, I continue, voice solid, strong. “You’re gonna need all the help that you can get. I’m coming.” Scott sighed in defeat. 

“Fine. What’s the plan?” Though he aloud me to come along, I knew, being his non-biological sister and all, that, he didn’t- couldn’t lose me. I was there for everything he did. Scott couldn’t live without me and I couldn’t live without him. That’s just the way it was. The closeness between us was practically written in blood and carved in stone. We continued discussing before we got ready to go. But as I grabbed my jacket, slipping the fabric through each of my arms, Stiles grabbed my hand and pulled me into another room off of Derek’s kitchen. I noticed that his hazel eyes were not directed towards me. Instead, however, they were directed towards Isaac, almost with a glare. But the second he spoke, his gaze shifted to me, much softer than prior. “You don’t have to do this.” 

I nod, somewhat confused. “Who says I don’t want to?” Stiles sighed in defeat, running calloused fingers through his hair. He knew me like the back of his hand. Once I put my mind to something, there was no way going around it. “I just- I just don’t want to lose you.” My heart ached at his honesty. We teach boys that they cannot express emotions and feelings. And, not that Stiles was taught that way, that’s the way he thought. So when he said that, I couldn’t help but feel for him. I put my hand up to the side of his face, rubbing my thumb against his chin so that he looks directly at me. I take my other hand and rest it on the other side of his cheek. I look at him with sincere eyes, speaking with meaning. 

“Stiles, listen to me closely. I’m gonna be okay. I’m not going anywhere. You’ve lost too much already. And you’re not gonna lose me. I promise.” A single tear fell down his face as he wiped it away. “I also have this theory. I didn’t tell Scott about it yet but-” I pauses, hesitant before continuing. “I think you’re my angel anchor..” His eyes go wide in shock. Stiles pulls away from me, brows furrowed as he ponders to himself. Almost immediately, I miss his warm, his embrace. “That makes sense. Because I’m your-” He pauses, “your best friend.” I clutch my chest as a small pain emulates within my chest, my heart. He doesn’t notice the action and instead, takes the hand I rested on my chest, kissing it before wrapping his hands around them. 

His warmth makes me feel whole again, though, mentally I hate the feeling. I hate the feeling of him being my anchor. I was always second best to him. Always second choice. A friend, nothing more, nothing less. But in my heart, in my angel heart, I have never been more driven to him. Not only that, but my never ending love for him makes the situation all the while more painful than before. Stiles whispers quietly, almost pleadingly. “Come home safe.” There it was again, that leap of happiness only to be burnt away by reality. I suck it up, ignoring the feeling as I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug. He bury’s his face in the crook of my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist. When I pull away, I miss his touch, though I don’t say it, I feel it. The loss of his warm body. I kiss his head, smiling at him and then at Isaac as I headed out with Scott and Derek. 

I felt their gaze follow and maybe linger longer than it should on me. Isaac and Stiles’ gaze, to be exact. I shake my head at the thought of them. Here’s the thing, I love Stiles. Always have, always will. Apart of me wished I didn’t but I do. It would be easier if I didn’t. With Isaac, however, I don’t know. I felt..something. A crush? Mutual friendship? Possible love? I couldn’t name the sensation that bubbled within me. On the way there, Scott eyed me with brotherly concern. He watched the war fester within me, but did not pry. The one, of many things that I loved about Scott is that he knows his place. Scott knew when to ask and when not to. And right now, was not the time, nor the place. When we arrive, we sneak in through the tunnels. They reeked of dirt and must. Our movements as quiet as mice. 

Well, we were quiet until Derek busted down the wall with a single punch. Good job, Derek. Though, I’d never say that aloud. The sound ricocheted throughout the empty bank. We stepped inside, cautiously eyeing our surroundings. But before I could go further, Derek grabbed my arm, not painfully tight, but just enough to grab my attention. His face was sympathetic, sad. “Find Erica, meet us back here-” Before I could deny his request, he pressed on, voice almost pleading. “Please.” He looked completely helpless, desperate. An action Derek didn’t like to put on display. I don’t fight back this time, instead, I nod and sneak off quietly. I felt Scott’s gaze follow, as well. I could have sworn he sighed in relief. I shake my head, focusing on the task at hand. I wasn’t far from Scott and Derek before a feeling washed over me. Go back. A voice, my inner voice, seemed to say. And for some reason, I didn’t fight it. Without a seconds thought, I turned over my shoulder, running back to them. 

My inner voice was right, as I guessed, because there, outside the vault, stood one of the members of the alpha pack. She was grinning wickedly as she poured mountain ash in the inside of the vault, shutting Scott and Derek in with whatever beast also haunted that dark chasm. I cried out, afraid for my brother. “NOO!” The alpha had not noticed my presence, but now, she swiveled her head, her red eyes currently hold my own. I do not break contact, non-verbally challenging her. I ran towards her, faster than she predicted, throwing her to the ground. She pushed me off her, throwing me across the room. I hit the wall with a loud thud, cracking the cement in half. Through my slightly blurry vision and ruptured hearing, I could have sworn I heard Scott, my brother, cry out for me. Get up, (Y/n). Get up. 

Who’s voice was that? Get up, (Y/n). Please, (Y/n). You can do it. I need you to get up. That voice.. That was Stiles’ voice. He was praying to me. I need you here, (Y/n). I can’t live without you. I need you to fight. And though I know I’m selfish, I don’t care. I can’t do this without you. Please. Fight for me. In that moment, it was as if everything within me changed. I began to shift and form, not into a siren, but an angel. The angel that Stiles needed, deserved. I stood up from the ground, feeling heavier than before, but faster, stronger. The alpha wolf in front of me, despite her attempts, cowered back in fear at the sight of me. I didn’t understand why until I glanced to my sides. Twenty-foot plus angel wings stood, gaping. I felt a pang of pain in my back from shifting, the sharpness not being as brutal than my first shifting but it still hurt like a bitch. 

I felt strong, light and free. Stalking towards her slowly, she takes a few steps back before shaking her head, as if she was trying to ignore the fear that quenched her body. The alpha had the pure audacity to run at me, full speed. I stop, which confuses her slightly but she does not stop running towards me. Bringing out my hands, I match the angle of my wings before pulling them towards my body. My massive wings, mimic my hands like a clap. The wave, being so prominent, echoed throughout the bank, knocking the alpha over. The force itself was so strong, I wouldn’t be surprised if Scott and Derek fell at the impact. I stalk forward, wings flowing with me. I intend to strike again but before I can, she pries herself off the ground, grunting before bolting. Scott yells as he fights the two werewolves, as if he knew what I was thinking. “DON’T! GO FIND ERICA! WE’LL WORRY ABOUT HER LATER!” 

I do as he asks, shuffling down the corridors. My mind was in a blur. Not at all accustomed to my powers yet. Calm down, (Y/n). Find Erica. I stopped in the hallway, closing my eyes to think. All of a sudden, as if it were magic, my eyes scanned the whole facility until I found her. In that moment, I ran as fast as I could to her, swinging the closet door open, glancing down to see her broken dark body. Her normally bright and pretty features were now pale, dull and sullen within. Her carcass reeked of a horrid smell and all the while I couldn’t help but gasp in sadness, a wave of pity. Picking up her lifeless body, I carry her carefully, being sure not to drop her. As turn the corner, I catch the attention of Scott, who looks at me first  before Allison, who I didn’t realize was here, and Derek. Never had I seen Derek look so heartbroken. My heart leaps out to him. Glancing over his shoulder to see broken mountain ash, and then it all clicks together. 

He takes her dead body from me, tears drenching his cheeks. Allison and I glance at one another, nodding respectfully. But I couldn’t help but notice their eyes on me. Scott and Allison’s, to be exact. They watched my wings in awe. And, for some reason, I didn’t feel uncomfortable under their gaze. I felt like I was above them, not physically, but mentally. And not in the conceited way. Just the motherly way, the light and free way, if that makes any sense. After a few minutes, we come up with a way to subdue Cora, Derek’s supposedly not so dead sister, and Boyd. I don’t ride with them, instead, I decide to test out my very new powers. I mean, it’s now or never, right? Derek, Allison, Scott and Erica’s body were most likely back at Derek’s loft. Closing my eyes, I focus as hard on the location that I intend to go to. 

Derek’s loft. I felt wind or something unknown whip around me, an odd sensation before I felt warm arms wrap around me. “(Y/n)?” I open my eyes to see Stiles, embracing me tightly. I gasp, taking a step back, completely surprised by his presence and my new abilities. “(Y/n), are you okay?! I was so worried! When you didn’t come back with them, I thought-” My heart dropped. He thought I died. When I pull away from him, I look at his hazel eyes before something behind him caught my eyes. It wasn’t Derek sitting on the edge of his spiral staircase with a sad expression. Nor was it Allison, Isaac and Scott looking over plans. Instead, it was someone I wasn’t expecting. Erica. She looked scared, petrified. Tears drenched her beautiful face as she looked throughout the room. 

Poor girl thought nobody could see her. Stiles asked again, pulling my attention back to him but only for a second. “(Y/n)? Who are you looking at?” That question grabbed Erica’s attention, her eyes flashing to meet mine. I walk past Stiles, now grabbing everyone else’s attention. They watched me walk towards something- someone who wasn’t there, at least to them. Erica began to cry, shaking. “Am I dead?” I nodded, taking a step forward. “I’m so sorry. If we’d found you earlier, we could have saved you. I-” Scott walked up next to me, not uncomfortably close but respectfully far enough. “(Y/n), who are you talking to?” Erica glanced at Scott before looking back at me. “He can’t see me right? None of them can, can they?” I shake my head. For some reason, deep down within me, I knew they wouldn’t be able to hear or see her. 

“They won’t be able to hear or see you. Only I can, apparently.” I say with sympathy. She notes it, giving me a sad smile. “It’s not your fault. But- where do I go now? I’m dead, right? What do I do now?” All of a sudden, the front door to Derek’s loft started to glow. It gave off a beautiful white hue, almost familiar. I glance back at it smiling to myself. For some reason, it felt like home, warmth. When I look back at Erica, I’m sure of everything, though I might not know all the answer’s, it felt right. “You go home. And I’ll take you there.” When Erica touched my hands, she sparked back to life. Well, not actually. Back to life in the sense that she could be seen fully by everyone. That being, the pack. They gasped, choking back their tears. I know if I let them say their goodbyes, the window for her return home would slim drastically. She takes my hands, clutching my arm with desperation. 

Though my eyes focus on the light, I can’t help but glance at Stiles. Pure adoration on his face. Erica looks back at Isaac, smiling before glancing at Derek with a forgiving expression. It seems to relax him slightly, guilt still thick in his mind. The moment we reach the gate, I don’t hesitate to swing it open. Light seeps into the dark room, bringing it a beautifully gorgeous color. Like Erica, I cannot help but gasp at how enchanting the light was, how much of a pull I had towards it. I take a deep breath in, pulling her forward with me. She hesitates at first but looking between my angel wings and eyes brought her some sort of comfort. As if she were thinking I was the real deal or something. The door to Derek’s loft closes behind us. And not for a second do I fear the inability of returning. 

I knew I’d come back to them. To Stiles. This, helping people get to heaven was one of my many missions. I felt it. Though that sounds rather weird, it made sense to me. Erica and I walk further into the light, which got brighter, despite my thought for that to be improbable. The further we went, the warmer I felt. And, like many dreamt, there in front of us, was the golden arches. A massive golden gateway stood in front of us. Guarding the gate, was a very handsome, tall black man. His smile was to die for, no pun intended. His teeth were white like snow, with loving and warm eyes. When we came up to him, he grinned. His smile was the kind that made you want to smile, even if you were a bitter piece of shit. “Hey, princess. My name’s Lucas. Welcome to Heaven.” Erica loosened her grip, slowly but surely taking Lucas’s hand. He smiled back at  me, whispering. “Good job, newbie. I’ll see you around.”

 A promise. So I would be seeing him, and this place more? Huh.. As I walk back to the loft, I don’t know how I know how to get there, but I just do. The door soon comes into focus, I smile at the thought of coming back to them. To my friends. To Stiles. I however my hand over the loft door, hesitantly before wrapping my hand around the handle. I pushed it open, stepping out into the loft. As I closed it, I felt multiple pairs of eyes on me. It was the pack plus Mr. Argent. When I turned to look at him, his eyes scanned my ginormous wings, smiling to himself. “I always knew you were an angel, haha.” I can’t help but laugh as I take a spot next to him. Stiles takes his spot next to me. Not knowingly, I wrap one of my wings, as if on instinct, around Stiles. For protection purposes, I would assume. By now, Scott probably knows my theory, considering the fact that his gaze continues to shift between Stiles and I. Finally, we come up with a plan to get Boyd and Cora. Scott nods his head, looking at his team of people with a sense of pride. “Alright, let’s go to work.” 

(I hope you liked it! If you want me to continue it, please comment below or message me. I will also be posting the next part of Empress soon, so please go check out my first one if you liked it!)

anonymous asked:

Will you please do a Damian x reader with a pregnant reader? Thank you so much if you do, your writing is amazing!

Okay, first and foremost, I would like to say there might be some inconsistencies here because I barely even remember what happened the last time I went to the hospital to accompany a relative for her check-up! Secondly, I hope this is alright. Thank you for requesting, sweets! 

(PS: I normally write the requests I receive, so don’t fret if you haven’t seen yours! It’s just a matter of posting them!

Damian keeps his arm wrap loosely around your waist as the two of you walk in to the room when your name is called. You are torn between wanting to tear up because goodness, hormones and laughing because of how out of place Damian looks like. Nonetheless, you are still extremely happy that Damian is able to accompany this time around. Not that the previous times with Alfred and occasionally Dick made you super sad or anything. They were great conversationalists but nothing beats having your husband with you. 

“Mrs. Wayne, good afternoon.” Dr. Grey - your personal doctor - greets you, ushering you to sit. “How are we feeling today?”

“TT.” Damian leads you to the chair and watches you carefully as you sit down. Once he is satisfied, Damian stands behind you with one of his hands resting comfortably and reassuringly on your shoulder. 

You smile at the gesture and proceed to look at your doctor. “We are feeling fine. The morning sickness have thankfully passed too and we have finally started kicking recently.” You press a hand on your baby bump, rubbing it lightly when you feel your child kicking you. 

Dr. Grey smiles before her eyes finally land on your husband. “You must be Mr. Wayne.” She extends a hand and Damian uses his free hand to shake hers. 

“I prefer Damian.” He corrects and you let out a soft giggle. 

Dr. Grey nods her head. “My apologies, Damian. So are we excited for today’s ultrasound?” She asks before checking your vitals and blood pressure, jotting down whatever things she find necessary on her paper. “Alright, Y/N, let’s get you on the bed and we can start checking after that.”

Damian helps you up from the chair - to be quite honest, you can still walk by yourself but lately, you have been feeling super lethargic and occasionally feeling very faint too so you understand why Damian worries - and leads the both of you to where Dr. Grey had told you to lay down. 

“For someone who is only in her second trimester, you are showing a lot.” Dr. Grey tells you as she came to apply the cool gel on your stomach. 

You nod your head. “Is that a bad thing?” You can hear Damian’s sharp intake of breath too. When Dr. Grey shakes her head, both of you release a sigh of relief. 

“There were go - oh my, how in the world did we miss that last time?” She asks staring at the monitor. You frown before turning to look at the monitor too. She moves it across your stomach, down to just before above your crotch before moving it back to the original position.

“Is something the matter?” Damian finally asks. He has been nervous ever since he agreed to attend to your appointment with your doctor, mostly because he had missed a lot of your previous appointments due to last minute business trips or important meetings and even missions. “If Y/N is in need of more treatment -

Dr. Grey shakes her head, effectively shutting Damian up and turns to look at the both of you. “No wonder you complained about being lethargic prior to setting up this appointment, Y/N.” She points out your baby. “Last time we were here, we missed it.”

You frown. “Missed what?” You squint your eyes with hopes of seeing whatever your doctor is seeing. Damian holds on to your hand, giving you support. 

Dr. Grey smiles. “You are having twins.” Your jaw drops and you can feel Damian’s hold on your hand tightening. “The reason why we must have missed it last time was probably because this one here is protecting the other one.” She tells you. “We most likely will need to update your medicine and supplement intakes.” Dr. Grey explains before turning to look at the both of you. Seeing that the two of you are still reeling in shock, she quietly tells you that she will be giving the two of you some time together and in the meantime, she will go to the pharmacy.

“Beloved, are you alright?” Damian asks after a while. He swallowed the lump in his throat and brings his chair closer to you so that he is sitting right beside your bed, closest to your face. He brings a hand up to your face to lightly caress your cheek.

You slowly nod your head. Damian cradles your face in his hands when tears start streaming down your cheeks. “Beloved,” You could hear the worry in his voice. 

You shake your head, bringing your hands to cover his. “Happy tears, Damian. These are happy tears."  You cry out softly and begin to sob. Damian sighs inwardly before pulling you in to his embrace, moving to wrap his arms around you. 

Damian presses his lips to your forehead. "I love you, beloved. Thank you.”

anonymous asked:

So I'm currently watching the last season of NCIS and the characters of Tony and Ziva were almost-canonically together when Ziva was on the show (she left several seasons before the last one) & when she dies (off screen) in this seaso everyone KNOWS that it hurts Tony much more than anyone even though they all knew and loved her. Everyone knows that Tony and Ziva were practically together even though it isn't talked about until her death and that's what I'm imagining will happen in S13 for Dean

You mean like how Sam and Bobby tried to be kind to him in season 7 but Dean kept pretending like he was ok when he wasn’t but now Dean is not going to pretend as much that it’s all fine when it isn’t thanks to his climax in 12x22? 

On the other hand everyone they know is dead and theres just Sam to help Dean get through it or be the exposition unless we get psychics or lots of Jody/Donna etc, plus they’ve taken the show back to 1x01 but in reverse just the two of them on the road with a dead parent and a missing parent and a dead lover…

So I’m guessing we will see various moments of Sam trying to be supportive of Dean in the reverse of s1:

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Other people addressing his feelings:

Originally posted by alldeanneedsissamandpie

And various shots of Dean being angsty and missing the love of his life:

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Originally posted by weeklyspn

Yeah :D

@trekken81 - “Are you sure that’s the answer you’re sticking with?”


“Would you like to come join me this evening?” you asked, looking sideways at Spock as the turbolift doors closed.

Spock raised an eyebrow.

“At the movie screening,” you elaborated. “We were discussing earlier how you missed the last one?”

“That was not meant to foreshadow my attendance tonight,” Spock clarified. “I must finish preparing a series of reports for the captain.”

“The one’s he’s giving to the Admiral next week?”

“Indeed.”

“Ah. Well, if next week’s reports are more important…” you trailed off.

The turbolift droned to a halt on your floor. The door swished open and you took a step to leave before pausing in the doorway.

“Lieutenant?”

“Are you sure that’s the decision you’re sticking with?” you turned back to him.

Spock cocked his head.

“I’d like to…” you licked your lips and looked down for a moment before returning your gaze to his face. “I’m making a poor attempt to flirt with you. It would be nice to get to spend the evening with you, and it might be nice to do that in a more public setting.”

Spock’s lips softened. He seemed to be toying with an arrangement of words.

“Think about it,” you said, tapping your fingertips against the door frame before exiting the turbolift, the door sliding shut behind you.

anonymous asked:

Luvdisc, Alomomola, Swablu, Ninetales, Wooper, Minun, Unown, Swirlix, Eevee, Pichu, Metagross, Bibarel. Mahahahahaha

ahaha thank you so much!!  ♥ ♥ ♥

The runaway bride ~ Jojen Reed (Game of Thrones)

Everyone loves Thomas all of a sudden… dw though, so do I XD

Words: 1,782

Pairing: Jojen (GOT) x reader

Request: hiii, could I have one where (Y/N) is in anarranged marriage but doesn’t want to be, so she runs away and ends up being found by Jojen Reed, who kind of falls in love with her?

Course you can, here you go :)

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My heart stopped when my mother told me the ‘wonderful news’. She said they’d found a perfect suitor, someone worthy of my love. I was sixteen and they already wanted rid of me. I was in complete shock, my hands shaking as I sat at the table with the rest of my family. They stared at me as I took it all in, like a pack of hungry wolves eyeing their pray. It was obvious that it was for the money, since we’d been hard for it for quite some time. They’d done it to my older sister, so now it was my turn. The only problem was that I wasn’t going to do it. Not for them, not for him, not for anyone.

I stood up from where I was and bolted out the door, not looking back. I could hear the screams of my brothers and sisters, whilst my father tried to run after me. I ran straight for the forest, weaving through the trees, my father’s shouts getting further and further away until they were like tiny whispers. My head throbbed as I leaned against a tree in the middle of god knows where. It was obvious that I was lost and it looked as if I would die here. I was a simple village girl with no skills to survive out in the wild. My whole body ached and by now tears were free-falling like rain, hitting dry leaves that lay underneath my aching feet. All I could do now was wait for someone or something to find me, possibly kill me.

I hadn’t been here for long when the sound of footsteps started to echo through the trees. My body froze and a cold chill ran down my spine, causing me to shudder. I wanted to call out, to see who was there, but my voice wouldn’t let me. Any sound I tried to make came out as short, breathy wheezes.

“I was wondering when you’d get here.”

It was a boy’s voice, deep and calm. The forest was flooded with mist, but I could see a figure walking closer towards me. I had no idea who they were but I didn’t feel scared. I felt curious.

“You knew I’d be here?” I asked. “Sorry, but do I even know you?”

He laughed at my question and stood at the tree text to me, smirk plastered on his face. He must have been about seventeen and his skin was like snow. He was an attractive boy with a square jawline and big brown eyes, something you didn’t see often in my village; an attractive boy, that is. Most boys at the village were missing teeth or caked in dirt. He, however, was like nothing I’d seen before.

“You don’t know me, but I know you…(Y/N). You see, I have something most others don’t. It’s called the sight, allowing me to see things. I saw you and now I’m here to help. Will you allow me to do so?”

At first I thought all of this was a joke, some sick joke to pull on a girl who was unarmed and vulnerable. But when I thought about him knowing my name and where I’d be it started to become believable. I didn’t want to trust a stranger who could possibly kill me, but he looked sincere and true. It was either him or be alone in a big, dangerous forest on your own. I nodded and smiled at him, his name still unknown to me.

“Jojen Reed, before you ask. I’ve been waiting a long time to meet you (Y/N), but time is no longer our friend. We need to leave here quickly before your father comes back to look for you.” And With that he took my hand in his and pulled me along, through the mist and to a new destiny I’d known nothing about.

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1 month later

He wasn’t lying, about the sight that is. After the meeting in the woods I’d learned that he was in the middle of finding a young boy who also had the sight; Brandon Stark. It was a long and tiring journey, but as Jojen said it was ‘All about Bran’. Meera and I had become like sisters, whereas Jojen kept his distance from me. Ever since the meeting in the forest the only words he’d spoken to me were clipped replies to my good mornings. I thought it wouldn’t bother me, but it did. It bothered me almost as much as the thought of being found by my father. Even with being miles away I still felt on edge.

We were walking down a path with Bran and Jojen talking about the sight when Meera struck up conversation, though not one I’d of expected.

“You love him, don’t you? I can see it in your eyes when you look at him.”

She wasn’t wrong in thinking that. I wouldn’t call it love, but I was infatuated with this blond haired mystery of a boy. I could lie and say I didn’t feel it from the first time we met, but what’s the point? The only problem was that I couldn’t love him. I couldn’t love a person who wouldn’t even look at me. I wasn’t even sure why I stuck around here anymore, but the longer I stayed the more my heart ached.

“I love him as much as I love you Meera, you know that. Besides, I cannot love him like that. I am an independent woman as we both know and need no man to own me. It’s why I’m here in the first place, is it not?” I told her. She scoffed and looked at me, knowing fully well that I didn’t mean it. How could I. Even if I couldn’t be in love with him it didn’t stop me from trying. If it was so obvious to Meera then did that mean he saw it too? Did he notice my stares, or hear my sighs of contempt as I did so? Of course he didn’t, he may have the sight but he’s too blind to see.

I left the conversation there and traveled the rest of the way in silence. I was tired of talking about it, thinking about it. I was just some stupid village girl who tagged along with him. Perhaps I was a hindrance, some kind of bother to them all which they decided not to mention out of pity. Maybe if I left whilst they all slept then they’d not care. I was doing absolutely nothing to benefit them so leaving would be the smartest thing, obviously. Yes, I’d leave tonight and try find somewhere to start a new.

I made sure to not act suspicious during the day. The last thing I wanted was for one of them to suspect and make me tell them. I couldn’t stay here any longer, falling for a person I hardly knew. It took everyone a few hours to finally drift off, meaning it was now or never. I made sure everyone was asleep before walking away from where we were, looking back one last time. I’d miss them all but I was doing this for the best.

“And where are you going?” said a voice I’d grown accustom to; Jojen. I stopped walking but kept my back to him. If I turned around now and looked at him I wouldn’t be able to do it. Just thinking about him made me think twice, but I had to do it.

“Just on a walk. I can’t sleep, so I thought I’d clear my head.” I told him, lying through the skin of my teeth.

““You’re leaving.” Of course he knew. When didn’t he?

“If you know then why are you asking? I thought of you smarter than that.” my voice was now stronger and confident, unlike how I was feeling inside.

“I’m asking because I needed to make sure it wasn’t true. Where will you go? To your ‘family’? Or stay here with your real family, the ones who care for you.”

“That’s just the thing…Staying here just isn’t an option. Jojen, you see everything but me and I am not letting that happen, not anymore. Just let me leave and get on with whatever it is you have to do. I’m sure I’ll manage on my own, and if not then on my soul be it. Just tell Meera that I ran but you couldn’t catch me, I don’t want her blaming you for this.” I started to walk on again when my body was yanked back and I was sandwiched between a tree and Jojen.

His breaths were deep and ragged whilst he rested his forehead against mine, the tips of out noses just about grazing. His hands held onto my wrists tightly as he pushed my arms against the tree and his eyes were closed in thought.

“I always see you (Y/N), always. I know that I may seem distant towards you, but I only want to protect you. Such a sweet heart like yours belongs with someone who can show you the wonders of the earth, not someone ambushed by the world to teach a child the way of life. My love, without you with me I’d go insane. You’re the only thing making this worth It.” he whispered, caressing my cheek with his hand whilst the other one played with my fingertips. He opened his eyed and looked down at my lips, leaning forward till his ghosted mine. He pressed his lips onto mine roughly, pushing me further onto the tree, causing me to moan into his mouth.

My hands found their way to his hair, tugging at it lightly as he kissed me. I could feel him smirking as I did so and next thing I know his hands had gotten lower, squeezing my bum harshly in the palms of his hands. I gasped at the sensation which he took advantage of, slipping his tongue into my mouth. My stomach was doing flips the whole way through and my skin was hot from his touch. After a while the kiss became slower and touches became smaller, till we finally pulled apart. A smile lay evident on his face when I looked up at him. He then placed his hands on the side of my face and kissed the tip of my nose, gently rubbing circles with his thumbs as he did so.

“My world, if you left me then I’d surely die. Now, come back to us and rest, for tomorrow will be long.” He told me. “And promise me you’ll never leave me.”

“I promise.”

(Just wanna say that i’ve never seen Game of throwns, but i did watch some Jojen videos…so, i tried!)

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Right around 13, my body stopped being this thing that took me through life and became this thing that was (and never could be!) good enough. Food was no longer substance that nourished my body, it turned into the enemy. And for over a decade I’ve been trying to figure out WHY?! I’m a reasonably intelligent person yet I can’t for the life of me figure out how to truly LOVE me and eat in a way that represents that love. I thought I was the only person that felt this way, but I’m not. Ladies, let’s learn to love ourselves again. And let’s support each other along the way.

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“I miss your face”

@jesshaoi