you know i watched this today so i was like 'since i cried with this let's give feelings to everyone else as well'

Stitches [Rick Grimes x Reader]

Hi! Will u pls do one where the reader is a nurse at alexandria and rick gets hurt and has to come see you so u can bandage him up? And shes younger and has always had a crush on him and he knows but has never acted on it. And maybe while shes helping him they start talking about personal stuff and she gets shy and blushes and hes teasing her about how he knows she likes him or something like that and it ends in super dirty smut?? I hope this makes sense lol. Thank u! 💓

Oh my gosh, this was so much fun to write. Hope I did it justice, anon! 😊

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Warnings: smut, swearing, unprotected sex, dirty talk

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The Queen

Wow! I’m super shocked at how much momentum this fanfic that I had totally forgotten has caught! Sorry this took so long, but here’s chapter five!

WC: 1986

Warnings: smut, liquor, lowkey violence, swearing

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A loud knock on your door woke you up that next morning. You moaned quietly and began to sit up as the door opened and Amber stood in the doorway. She stood frozen as she looked at you, totally naked, and Negan, who was just waking up beside you. As you ran your fingers through your hair, she watched your hand, no doubt noticing the ring that rested a tad too big on your finger.

“I-I was just,” Amber started.

“Oh sweet fucking Jesus Christ is that Amber?” Negan groaned as he sat up, rubbing his eyes and nodding, “Of fucking course. Hey, Amber, grab me a drink of whatever is open downstairs in my cabinet, no ice.”

“Actually, I,” Amber tried again.

“Amber, it’s too god damn early for you to annoy me this much,” he continued, he then wrapped his arm around you and pulled you back down into bed with him.

“The wives want to meet y/n,” she stated, “Officially. We feel its best th-”

SMASH she was cut off by Negan hurling a glass from the night before at the wall. He sat up and walked over to her until he was towering over her. She maintained a straight stare, her eyes locked into yours.

“Now I know,” Negan’s breath was shaking, clearly not a morning person, “I promised all of you that no harm would come and all that fucking bullshit. But if you don’t stop with this fucking straight up god damn defiance, Amber, I swear to fucking y/n, it won’t be me, but whoever it is will be sent straight to you with a fucking card with love from Negan. You fucking get that? Get the fuck back in line. Go get us a fucking drink. And fuck off.”

“This is what’s coming,” Amber warned you as she turned to walk away. Negan grabbed her arm and ripped her back with such force that she hit the ground of your room. You bounced out of bed and began to walk towards her.

“What the fuck was that?!” Negan was suddenly calm, and even let out a chuckle.

“Stop,” you placed a hand on his shoulder, you felt his tension lift as he looked up at you, “Come back to bed. Take this out on me, instead.”

He stood and growled lowly, turning and walking towards the bed. You helped Amber up and she glared hard at you. She turned and walked away, slamming the door behind her. You skipped towards the bed and jumped onto Negan. His hands gripped at your hips so hard for a moment that you let out a low yelp. He smiled as he then kicked all of the blankets off of the bed and ran his hands up your body.

You reached down for his massive length, and began to stroke it slowly. His head slowly fell back as you circled your thumb around the head of his cock. You began to work your way down his body until you could take his cock into your mouth. The moment it hit your lips you could taste the salty precum, you ran your tongue around the head as he groaned.

“Enough teasing, sugar, I need it now,” he commanded.

“I wanna be the boss,” you whined.

“Remember what daddy said about talking back,” he warned.

“I thought you liked a bad girl,” you giggled, then suddenly taking his entire length down your throat. He gasped and punched the bed.

His fingers were then tangled in your bed head as he thrust mercilessly. His groans and growls were loud as he cursed out in pleasure. You used one hand to massage his balls as the other dug your nails into his side.

He released your hair and you eagerly crawled up his body and began to slide the head of his cock into your soaked womanhood.

“Woah, woah, woah sugar,” he groaned as he continued to pull you up his body, “It won’t feel good for daddy until I know it’s good for you. I want my queen to have a seat on her throne.”

You giggled before gasping quickly. With little warning his tongue plunged into your drenched pussy, quickly retreating to circle your clit slowly. You let out a cry.

“Fuck,” you quietly mumbled, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck.”

“Scream it, baby,” Negan commanded as his pace quickened, “Make the fucking windows shake.”

As soon as he resumed he hit the spot and you cried out loudly, “FUCK, daddy you’re gonna m-make me cum!”

With one swift movement he slid your body back down and slammed his cock into your throbbing pussy. You let out another cry as he moaned loudly between tight teeth.

His strong hands were literally moving you up and down his length in a loud, wet mess. You had no control over your body as you felt the heat in your stomach move down. He leaned up and began to suck on your neck as his rhythm became increasingly sloppy.

“You w-wanna cum daddy?” you asked with shaky breath, he knew you were just as close as he was, “You wanna fill this pussy?”

He bit hard into your neck and you cried out as you came, his orgasm pumping into you as he threw himself back into the bed and arched his back. You slowly rode it out, up and down up and down, until he pulled you off of him and onto his chest. Kissing the top of your head multiple times as you drifted back asleep.

Your eyes fluttered open as you felt the mattress shift, Negan was trying to sneak away. Without turning to see him you mumbled, “If you think you can just fuck me and then peace, I promise I’ll kill you.”

You heard him give a rough, throaty laugh as he crawled behind you and wrapped his arms around you, “I wouldn’t doubt that for a fucking second. I was just going to grab us some coffee, since Amber shit the bed on the liquor.”

“Coffee?” You rolled over so you were face to face, “What if we just stayed with your earlier plan and stuck alcohol? Celebrated a little bit? Last night was quite the victory for you.”

He smiled as he sat up and put a cigarette between his lips, “A victory? Huh.”

“Well, all of your other wives are at least thirty-five,” you smiled, “Your newest addition to the collection is much younger, I’d say that’s a victory.”

“You aren’t wrong,” he chuckled, “I can’t be drinking this early, kitten, I’ve remembered I’ve got some work to do today that was put off for too damn long already. Someone has been serving as a pretty little fucking distraction for the past little while.”

“Hmph,” you rolled away and sat up, the blankets falling off of you to reveal your still bare body as you stood and walked to your window, “I want you, though,” you sighed, “All to myself.”

He chuckled, and you could hear him buckling up his jeans and then walk over to you.

“Why don’t you fucking chill and take today to plan some wedding shit?” he kissed your shoulder.

“Because we’re supposed to do that together,” you pouted, “If you think you can ease me into the harem until I’m nothing special you’ve got another thing coming. I’m with you today.”

Frustration crossed his face, “When did I fucking say anything about you being like anyone else?”

“I can hear what you say before you say it,” you retorted, taking the cigarette from his lips and pulling a drag yourself, “I’ve always been able to.”

He laughed and threw his head back as you took another drag, “Is that how you managed to stay ahead for so long during our game?”

“You know it, baby,” you handed the cigarette back to him.

Negan’s POV

I watched her delicate fingers place the cigarette between my lips, and I shit you not, for a moment I was almost religious. This girl, this psychopathic angel, was so damn close to everything I had ever wanted that it was hard to think she couldn’t have been the work of some fucking higher power.

“When you cursed out Amber, you swore to me,” she giggled, looking up at me. Her y/c eyes were fire, and I was a fucking snowflake in her presence. It was something new, to love what wanted me dead a week ago.

“You’re the closest living proof I have that maybe there is someone up there,” I replied, her face burned red, “Go get dressed, I have a family meeting us from one of the communities for a bit of a picnic. You should come.”

Excitement erupted across her gorgeous skin as she broke free of my grip and ran towards the small collection of clothing she had. She threw bits and piece all around until she found an old pair of what looked like men’s jeans, and a plain tshirt.

“Knife?” she looked at me with doe eyes, giving her what she wanted the moment she wanted it wasn’t even something I needed to think about. I pulled a small knife out of my back pocket and handed it to her.

She smiled and cut the legs off of the jeans, making herself a pair of incredibly short shorts. She put them on with her top and smiled, doing a spin for me.

“Fuck kitten, your legs are something else,” I moaned lowly as she walked over to me, “I don’t want everyone else to see all of this, maybe try something a bit more conservative. Save this for daddy.”

She rolled her eyes and spun around, walking towards the door. She opened it and laughed, bending over and picking up two cups filled to the rim with liquor, “I guess she didn’t want to interrupt.”

She took a sip and I watched her face twist, but the moment I let out a chuckle she looked at me like she had been challenged and downed two good sized gulps. I walked over and took both cups, sipping from mine before placing them on her desk.

“Would you like to just grab something to eat quick then and be on our way? I’m planning to meet them at the halfway point in about half an hour. Daddy can’t be late.”

She nodded, walking over to the desk and taking another two massive sips from the cup. She stumbled and then smiled brightly, taking my hand.

~

The sun was warm as we walked towards the people standing in the field.

“Anything I should know, going in?” y/n asked, she squeezed my hand. It wasn’t nervousness, but she was definitely on guard.

“That you’ve never been more fucking safe than you are right here with me and Lucille,” I kissed the side of her head. She sighed and the smell of alcohol filled the crisp air for a moment, “Well hey there strangers!” I called. There stood Rick, Carl, Michonne, and Judith, “Sorry we’re a tad late, you know how ladies are.” Y/n shot me a look and smacked my abdomen.

Introductions were short and we were right into business.

“We have a green house coming up here, so we won’t be needed that canned shit anymore, but how about some fucking hunting, you guys do that shit? Well, I mean, now you will,” I chuckled.

Rick started talking some bullshit and Michonne was out trying to pretend like I gave a fuck about her ‘idea’. But what I was focused on was little Judith, who had crawled into y/n’s lap and was playing with her hair. I’d be lying if I said that a baby wasn’t on the list of things I needed. The whole meeting was pretty much a waste of everyone’s time, but fuck if it didn’t reaffirm all of the shit I already knew.



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Little Brother

AN: For @justmandothings …I hope you like it:)

(I was planning on doing a second part for the plot twist but it probably wouldn’t make much sense. Let me know if I should continue with the part two.)


It wasn’t until you heard the hum of an engine did you put down your book. Alfred seemed to have also sensed it’s presence because he had already began gathering a tray filled with the usual supplies: food, medicine, and drinks. Seconds later, you watched as the sleek black car pulled into the parking platform, the doors opening even before the car had stopped rotating.

“Busy night master Bruce?” Alfred asked as Bruce walked by you, stiffly pulling down his cowl as he reached for the painkillers on Alfred’s tray.

“Something’s up Alfred. If I could just figure out what…” Bruce trailed off as he swallowed the pills, walking to the analyzer as he did so.

You looked away from both of the older men, turning to see a smaller boy jump out of the passenger seat.

“Boy,” you said, “did you even touch the bad guys?”

Tim took of his Robin mask with a smirk, “if you think I’m bad, you should see the other people.”

“Yeah, okay hot shot,” you said rolling your eyes teasingly, “Come on, I’ll fix you up.”

Tim obeyed with a smile, his blue eyes shining excitedly. He hoisted himself onto the metal counter, not even wincing as he stretched open the wound on his shoulder. “Got another story for me today?” you asked as you prepared the supplies.

“You bet! So-”

“Hold on there little birdie,” you said cutting him off, “you need to take this off so I can clean you up.”

He looked down at the top half of the Robin suit and smiled, “oh yeah…”. You chuckled, shaking your head slightly as Tim rid himself of the half of the slightly messed up Robin uniform.

“Okay,” you smiled, “what was it today?”

“Four groups of at least ten men. Half of them part of a rival gang. We gathered intel that a gang war was brewing but Bruce and I didn’t think it was this big…”

You listened to his tales of the night, smiling when you noticed him getting overly excited and laughing when he got way into explaining. He was so focused on talking to you, he didn’t notice you had began cleaning out the scrapes and scratches littered across his chest and arms.

“If only you could have saw it all Y/N,” Tim said breathlessly, “you would have been so proud.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Timmers,” you said, not looking up at him, “what do you mean I would have been proud? I am proud. Do you know how cool I would be if I told people my little brother was The Robin?”

“You told people I was Robin?” Tim questioned.

“No. I mean if I did, then I’d have to share you with everyone else. Besides, what would happen if you found someone else to be your big sister?” you played. Tim grinned a wide smile, his young face brightening with every second that passed.

“Y/N,” Tim laughed.

“I’m serious? Who knows how many people are lined up for you? You’re a ten year old vigilante with the fighting skills of fifty professional ninjas. You know…” you mused, letting a pause settle in the air as you wrapped bandages around his shoulder.

“I bet there are a lot of cute people your age dying to meet you too,” you teased, biting back a smile as Tim blushed slightly.

“Y/N, stop,” Tim whined.

You laughed, ruffling his hair. “Okay hot shot,” you said, “go hit the showers. You smell like sweaty kevlar.”

* * * * * *

It was deja vu, you had been studying for college finals when you heard the hum of an engine, only this time there were multiple vehicles.

“It never gets old, does it Alfred?” you said, watching with slight fascination as a car and four motorcycles pulled up.

“No it does not, mistress Y/N.”

Over the last seven years, the parking platform had been expanded to fit at least five whole cars. It wasn’t the only thing that had changed. Your family had too, a lot. Jason had come back, Cass and Damian had been introduced to the family, Steph had also come back, Barbra had become paralyzed, and Dick…well Dick was the same overall. But the one change that hurt you slightly was that Tim had grown up.

He wasn’t the same ten year old boy who looked up to you as a big sister. He wasn’t the boy who went to you after a nightmare. He wasn’t the same boy who cried into your chest when life had been tough. He wasn’t the same boy who let you hold him and weep, telling him he didn’t deserve to see the horrors of the world at such a young age. He wasn’t that kid anymore.

“A family reunion? What’s the occasion?” you asked teasingly to Bruce.

“Ask them,” Bruce grunted as he strode passed both you and Alfred, heading straight to the lockers he had installed.

“What can we say, Y/N,” Jason said, obviously hearing what Bruce had said, “we missed you.”

“Right, because you’re a real sentimental,” you replied. Jason took off his helmet, revealing the playful smirk playing at his lips.

“You bring out the best in me.” You laughed, walking over to him and giving him a hug. Ever since the incident three years ago, Jason never protested when you hugged him, only ever pushing you away when he was particularly moody.

“Cease talking Todd,” Damian said, “you embarrass not only yourself, but everyone present in the room as well.”

“Well, thats better than everyone wanting to punch a wall whenever they see you,” Jason responded, pulling back from his one armed hug to look down at Damian.

“Jay, don’t be mean,” you said when you pulled away from him. “He started it,” Jason said.

“And he’ll most likely finish it. I don’t want you bleeding all over the place,” you teased.

“Hey-” Jason said, but you brushed him off, turning to Damian and bit back a smile.

“How many was it today?” you asked him.

Damian crossed his arms, but you could almsot feel the proud sprakle in his eye hidden behind his mask as he responded, “twelve.”

“Twelve? No way. Are you being serious?” you asked, feigning surprise to boost his ego, not that it could get any bigger.

“I see no reason in speaking false words,” Damian said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Twelve. Oh my gosh, thats amazing. Come on, bump it,” you said as he held out a fist to him. His clicked his tongue but hit your fist with his.

“Twelve,” you repeated, straightening your back and ruffling his hair as you moved to stand beside Dick.

“You know he looks up to you, right?” Dick asked, and you knew he watched the whole thing. You glanced back at Damian who had began bickering once more with a very bored looking Jason and smiled. “Not really. You fill in that spot. I’m just being his big sister.”

“Is it bad that I wish you were my big sister too?” You laughed and pushed him with your shoulder.

“But if I was your big sister, then you wouldn’t be my big brother,” you said lightheartedly.

“Ehh thats not so bad,” Dick said, smiling at the last second.

“You’re something else,” you giggled. You tilted your head slightly, suddenly spotting Tim sitting on the metal table waiting for Alfred.

“I’ll be right back,” you told Dick who nodded and watched you walk over to him.

“Hey there hot shot,” you said, catching Tim’s attention.

“Hey,” he responded.

“Got a story for me today?” you asked, trying to break the ice.

“Y/N,” Tim said, “I’m not ten years old anymore. I don’t think of my stories are adventures anymore.”

“Well, do you want to tell me what happened today? Or yesterday? Gotta keep me updated Timmers,” you said, awkwardly teasing.

“Uh, well we found out a secret organization is working to wipe out ¾ths of Gotham city. Dick called us together, hence the reason why we’re all here.”

“And here I thought you came to visit me,” you said.

Tim let out a stiff laugh and you sighed slightly, “you want me to patch you up?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Just a few scrapes, scratch, and bruises. Nothing I can’t handle.”

You nodded, frowning as you walked away. You knew things were different between you and Tim, but that didn’t make the sting hurt any less when you realized your favorite little brother didn’t pay much attention to you anymore. You weren’t his older sister any more than you were strangers.

“Hey,” Dick said as he came up to your side. “Don’t worry about him. He’s having an off day.”

“Yeah,” you said, “he seems to be having those more often now.”

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Damage

Summary: Bucky and the team don’t realize the damage they caused until you snap. Will they be able to fix it?

Warnings: Depression, yelling, angst. but FLUFFY AT THE END.

Note: This is my first ever fanfiction writing so please bear with me. :)

You know that feeling you get when you had your first heartbreak? Or what it feels like to never feel good enough? Or maybe you might feel a part of your soul has died? 

That is how you feel, and have felt for years. You just were good at hiding it. Until he came along. Bucky Barnes. You feel in love with him in the beginning because he made you feel worth it. But every fairytale doesn’t have a happy ending. Go figure it would happen to you.

“Hey Y/N!” Bucky made you jump 5 feet in the air. That’s when you noticed your surroundings, you were on the couch in the main living room with all your co-workers. Your eyes didn’t sparkle anymore, your hair is up and greasy, your skin is paler, and you just look dead. You wore comfortable clothes. Your favorite sweater, some leggings and some knee socks.

“yes?” you whispered to Bucky but not looking anywhere but at the full cup of tea in your hands, that has gone cold by now. “What’s wrong with you?” Bucky asked with a irritated voice. God knew that you were to weak emotionally to send him an angry glare and tell him off. Instead you just gave up and stood up slowly, walked to the exit and turned around with a blank face and no emotions in your eyes as you said..

“I want to die. I want to punch you and tell you how every “nickname” you give me bring me down, I want to never leave my room but most importantly I wish you all would stop treating me like i can take every insult you throw at me. I’M NOT GLASS BUT I SURE AS HELL AM NOT A BRICK WALL EITHER. I’M HUMAN WHICH MEANS I HAVE LIMITS! OH AND ANOTHER THING STOP BEING SO DAMN VAIN! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOUR FEELINGS NOT ANYONE ELSE!” by the end of your confession you had tears down your face and the whole team looked at their feet, knowing you were right. They could get a little rough with their “teasing” as they called it. It was all true, they would call you names that made you insecure.\

One time Sam and Steve “jokingly” wouldn’t let you come to club with them because they didn’t like the way you looked. You cried the entire weekend.  Natasha and Wanda would always tease you about losing weight every time you went shopping with them.  Tony called you stupid.  Bruce always snapped at you. Even when you didn’t talk.Vision means well but when he made the comment of it not making sense for you to be here because you aren’t a great assassin or you don’t have powers, you then tumbling into your depression.

They didn’t cause you to have depression, you’ve been diagnosed with clinical depression since you were 15 so it’s not new but that doesn’t make it right. 

But Bucky was the worst because you loved him. He made you insecure in the worst ways. You are an extrovert, silly, and you loved yourself at one point. But he just didn’t stop, so you shut yourself down.

Bucky stood there in shock but then it turned angry.Oh hell no.

“If you can’t take a damn joke then you shouldn’t be an Avenger Y/N. If you are depressed then get help, not put your problems on us. Don’t blame us for the chemical imbalance in your brain. I don’t know why Fury even brought you here. You are worthless.” Bucky stated calmly, though it was angry and irritated. 

You stood there, then it happened. 

You snapped

You laughed in his face. Full on laughed. Everyone was shocked by Bucky’s response but when they saw yours they got really worried. You had tears coming down your face from how hard you were laughing, you finally stopped and walked up to him at arms length. And with a cold stare and a snarl on your lips, you slapped him across the face. 

“You ASSHOLE. You want to talk about ME not being an Avenger. You’re THE DAMN WINTER SOLDIER YOU FUCKED UP PRICK. YOU DO NOT AND WILL NOT BLAME THIS ON ME. YOU CAME HERE BROKEN AND WE HELPED YOU AND YOU THINK I SHOULD’NT BE AN AVENGER. OH PLEASE! I CAN’T GET HELP YOU DICK. IT’S CALLED CLINICAL DEPRESSION FOR A REASON. IT WILL NEVER GO AWAY! You don’t know anything about me or my problems because you were so absorbed with yourself and you didn’t think when you called me those horrible nicknames. Loser. Freak. Weirdo… you whispered the last nickname because that hurt worse. By now you were drained and everyone noticed how pale you were and how fragile you looked. 

It’s their fault

You backed away from Bucky, who looked more shocked and confused, and you ran to your room. 

..

….

…..

“We fucked up.” Steve finally spoke. If it was a normal day, everyone would have laughed at him and told him to watch his language. But today was nothing but gloom and guilt for the team. Even Bucky. No,especially Bucky.  

 “What do we do?” Tony whispered, afraid of his own voice. Everyone pondered for hours until Wanda spoke up. 

“We heal her. We watch what we say. Y/N isn’t one who puts faith into words but rather actions so we clean up the mess we made and start acting like her friends like we should’ve done.” Everyone agreed to Wanda’s response and one by one headed to their rooms except Natasha and Bucky. 

“You love her.” Nat stated. They both sat their with their hands in their lap and looking at their shoes as if they found them fascinated. She looked in front of her watching Bucky slowly and painfully nod.

She stood up and told him something simple.

“Then show it. Because I’ll be damned if i treat her anything less like a sister again.” She walked towards her room ready to beat herself up all night. 

You spent the last couple days locked up in your room with some Disney movies and a bottle of Vodka helping you get the strength to face everyone again. Especially Bucky.

You got dressed and made sure to wear over-sized clothes, you didn’t feel right wearing something skin tight or anything near that. You hated your body again. With a sigh and a shot of Vodka you walked out of your room with your head down and playing with the strings on your sleeves. You reached the movie room and sat down in the middle of the couch and asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to play the saddest movie on Netflix. You buried yourself in the blankets you left there last week. When the movie was just about to start, the team all piled in the room. You began to get up and take your leave thinking they wanted a movie night. You were about to take a step toward the door when Bucky pushed you right back down on your previous spot and sat on your right and put your feet on his lap while he gently pushed your shoulder so you where laying down. Everyone sat on the other couches or floor. You were still scared to talk and still confused. When you opened your mouth to object Bucky shushed you signalling that the movie was about to start. You nodded and began watching the movie. 

Cyberbully, how ironic. 

The whole team was in tears as the movie ended and you were on the verge of crying but didn’t want to cry again in front of Bucky. Bucky however was crying silently and gripping your ankles like his live depended on it. The lights came back on and Tony asked you why would you be watching this. You shrugged and went to get up but Bucky didn’t let you. 

“We fucked up.” Steve said for the second time that month. You chuckled dryly as you allowed a couple of stray tears to fall. You nodded and realized what they are doing about it and your heart pulled a little. They are fixing their mistakes.

Wanda nodded at you, hearing your thoughts as they were so strong with pain and hurt. She started to read your mind the week of your outburst and she cried every time because of the raw emotions that you gave away. She envies you. You’re everything she wants to be. 

“Fix it and then we’ll talk.” You replied softly and ripped your legs away from Bucky’s grip and walked to your room feeling drained already. After that night they did just that,they fixed it. By the end of a year you were almost your old self again. You were closer with Wanda, Natasha, and Bucky. Wanda and Natasha had told you they brought you down because their mind is overflowing with self-doubt and before they realized it they took it out on you. It took some time but you forgave them and the team. Bucky made sure everyday that you knew how much he thought you were beautiful, smart, and kind. You were happy. Everything was okay again especially since Bucky asked you to be his “doll” as he called it. That day he kissed you and told you he will never bring you down again. You agreed knowing it won’t happen again. You kissed him with all the love you have for this metal man. As you released his lips, much to his dismay, you sighed and softly breathed out, “ I’m happy again.” With that he smiled so beautifully that you swore you loved him more. 

And you continued to love him…

And Bucky’s and your kids…

And your team…

Until the end of the line.

Mondays Suck (Alex Galchenyuk)

Anonymous said:

Can you please do an Alex Galchenyuk imagine where he is dating a female hockey goalie and she hurts her knee or something and she comes to the rink on crutches and Alex babies her in front of the team then he gets picked on by the guys? Sorry it’s so long.

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This was not how you expected your Monday to go.

You’re the kind of person who doesn’t like the ‘Mondays suck’ saying. You believe that the start of a new week symbolizes a new beginning. Mondays bring new opportunities and the ability to shape your week the way you want it to. If this was the way your week was going to be, then you could easily say that this Monday sucks.

For starters, you had woken up late. After scrambling out of bed and showering in record time, your car wouldn’t start. This meant you had to call your boyfriend and wait twenty minutes for him to show up so that he could jump your car. After you finally got to school, you had to take a test which you had completely forgotten to study for. Finally, you were able to go to hockey practice.

As a goalie, you find that being on the ice is the easiest way to clear your mind. Instead of worrying about school or work or family or relationships, you just have to focus on stopping a small rubber disk being shot at 70+ miles towards your face. This situation really doesn’t give you much of a chance to think about anything else.

Today, since your Monday already hasn’t been the best, practice has to go terrible for you as well. It’s a scrimmage, and everyone gets really into it. So when one of your teammates, playing on the opposite team today, gets a breakaway, your defenders rush to her like it’s the Stanley Cup Finals. You backed up further into your crease, prepared to stop the puck, when a defender reached out with her stick and hooked the opponent, blatantly committing a penalty as the other defender crashed into the pair. The three went sliding right into you, landing awkwardly on your knee.

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CHAPTER ONE


APRIL

The sun hasn’t risen yet as I stand at the oven, making breakfast for my daughter. It’s early September, her first day of kindergarten, and I got up even earlier than usual to make her something good. I have to be at the hospital today at 9am, which gives me just enough time to drop her off at school on my way.

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Silent Treatment

dannylopez1d said:

can you write an imagine were the reader applies the ice law to Peter ‘cause he has been so bad with her? End it how you want and sorry if my english is bad, im mexican. LY

Warning/s: swearing

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summary: Pan says something mean so you ignore him 

Pan has been a dick to you ever since you were taken to Neverland. You didn’t know why but he’s always there to laugh at your mistakes, make fun of you or just simply make you feel awful about yourself and you will always insult him back or give a sarcastic remark. Pan enjoys seeing you annoyed so he does this every day. But today, he went too far and you didn’t want to deal with him anymore.

You were walking through the jungle, searching for dinner when Pan decided to taunt you.

“Hey Y/N! Keep up will you? No wonder your parents despise you. You’re a bit useless eh?” he chuckled, making the lost boys laugh. You opened your mouth to make a nasty remark but decided against it. What he said hit a nerve. Your parents did despise you but you always thought that it’s because they’re just one of those parents who neglects their child. You never thought that they hated you because you were useless. Are you even useless? Maybe you are. Maybe that’s why they hated you. Maybe that’s why everyone else hated you. Maybe that’s why even here in Neverland, everyone hated you. It’s because you’re useless. You looked down and ignored Pan’s remark. Pan on the other hand, raised an eyebrow. Confused because you didn’t answer his stupid remark. He brushed it off thinking that you’re just not in the mood.


You were aiming at your catch when you let go of the arrow. It hit your prey directly in the head so it’s dead by now. “Impressive” Pan appeared beside you and smirked. You ignored his presence and walked over to the dead animal and picked it up. You walked off to tell the lost boys that you caught dinner.


You sat in front of a table eating peacefully with the other lost boys. Though at the side of your eyes, you saw someone walking over. And that someone is Pan. Just as he sat down beside you, you stood up, taking your finished plate with you. You can feel Pan’s eyes burning holes at your back but you ignored it and continued walking.


You were sitting on a log, sharpening your knife. Beside you was Felix. He wasn’t someone who talked much but he’s still comforting to be around so you’re sitting with him. “Something is wrong” he stated. “What?” you asked, confused. “You’re acting different. Why?” he looked at you. You just shrugged. “Hey lads!” Pan appeared in front of you two. “Hey Pan” Felix greeted. Pan looked at you. You stood up and walked away, leaving Pan very confused. Pan sat down beside Felix. “What’s up with her? She’s been ignoring me.” Pan sighed. Felix shrugged his shoulders and continued sharpening his dagger.

It continued like that. You ignored Pan every time he tries talking to you and it agitates him. He wanted to hear your voice again. Even if it’s a stupid remark or something mean. He just wanted to hear your voice again. He can’t stand the silence anymore. He will do something about it and he will do it now.


You and the lost boys were ready to haunt again. You were about to dash into the woods when a hand stopped you. You turned around just to be faced with Pan. You went to tug your hand back but his grip tightened. “Look at me” he said. You didn’t so he gripped your hands tighter, “Look at me!” he hissed. You look at him and frowned. “What?” your voice was filled with so much hatred. “What are you playing at?” he growled. “What do you mean?” you asked. “Oh you know exactly what I’m saying! Why are you ignoring me?” he asked. “I don’t know. Why do you hate me so much?!” you yelled at him. He squinted his eyes at you, “What are you talking about?”. “Oh come on Pan! You’re the one who’s always there to make me feel like shit!” you tried getting out of his hand but his grip was strong. “What?” he whispered. “When you told me that my parents despised me because I was useless.. I can’t help but to think that you were right. I thought about it and I AM indeed useless! I don’t know what I did to you but ever since I set foot on this island, it’s like you just made it your mission to make me feel like shit! Well guess what? You already did. Congratulations!” you broke down crying. Peter caught you, held your crying figure and tried to hush you. “Y/N” he whispered, “I didn’t know you felt that way”. “What did you think I would feel?” you cried through his chest. “I-I just did all that because I like it when your attention was on me a-and I guess I went overboard that time. I-I’m sorry” he said, hugging you closer to his body. “So you made me feel like shit for attention?” you sobbed. “I know it sounds fucked up but that’s the only way I can think of to get your attention” he sighed, “I’m really sorry.”. “You know you should’ve just been nice to me, right?” you chuckled. Pan pulled away from the hug and caressed your face. “Yeah, I was stupid. Forgive me?” he asked. You slightly smiled and nodded. Pan jumped around “Oh thank you thank you thank you!” he caressed your face again and kissed your nose over and over.

“Okay stop” you chuckled. He stopped and chuckled too.

“Thank you” he whispered and kissed your forehead.



I just watched x-men: apocalypse and damn evan peters :3

oh yeah.. I hope you liked this one hehe

requests are open guys

Soaking Wet

In which you’ve had a horrible day, and Harry just wants to make you feel better.

A/N: FINALLY!!! I’ve kept you waiting long enough and I am the worst person ever.  This has been like, two weeks in the making so I hope its worth it. ;)

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Peter Pan Imagine Request/ Memories

“Can you make an image of Peter Pan where one day he took away his memories of y/n (any reason) and he start dating Wendy but one day he got his memories back but y/n is so sad because she thought he didn’t love her any more and happy ending PLEASE?!? “

Warnings: cussing,bits of smut,fluff,sad moments.

You never thought this would happen, you never thought you’d fall in love with a guy who has brownish dirty blond hair, you never thought you’d fall in love with his smile, the way he runs his finger through his hair, the way he cocks his brow up when something mischievous is about to happen, his devilish smile, the way he sways his hips when he walks, the way he looks at you up and down like a lion is about to devour his prey, never, you never thought, but you did, and now you’re in this terrible sick twisted situation, and it was all because of her, Wendy Darling.

Once Peter first met you he was automatically interested, he had no idea why, of course it interested him that you were a girl, but it wasn’t just that, and that was what annoyed the hell out of him.

“Why are you so damn interesting?” he would whisper in your ear during those late night walks, he would have you against a tree, his knee would rub against your thighs, his hot breath, you could feel it on your neck. his hands would rub against your curves in all the right places.

Then after those late night walks he would bring you back to his tree house and well you know the rest,everything about him was amazing, his muscular arms, his hair to tug on, his plump lips, you would wake up next to that every morning, you couldn’t complain, you loved this boy, everything was amazing, until once again, that Wendy Darling.

She arrived on the island for whatever reason, she arrived with a blue dress, her hair was blond and curly, perfect skin, of freaking course, she was a beauty, and you knew she was going to be trouble.

You realized Peter was acting different when the late night walks stopped happening, he would say he was “Too tired.” or “Too busy” it annoyed you, because he always told you he was never too busy for his lost girl, but now all of a sudden that Wendy came, now he was.

Once you saw him give her the stare he once gave you, you knew it was over from there, oh no it wasn’t just a regular stare, it was “the stare.” the og stare, the stare he gives you when he is about to devour you. When he gave her that stare, your heart hit the floor.

Peter’s Point Of View

I wake up to her side of the bed, empty, but I don’t feel empty, in fact, I feel the opposite, ever since Wendy came, I became I guess attracted to her, she was stunning, she couldn’t defend her self very well, unlike Y/n, she could fight off anything and anyone. Wendy was more on the fancy side, she loved sitting there and looking pretty, while Y/n she loved fighting with the lost boys, rolling around in the dirt, doing whatever I wanted.

Regular Point Of View

*Knock Knock*

“Who is it?” Peter ask

“Y/n” you says

He makes a groan, she was not what he was expecting.

“Come in.”

“Hi Peter!” you say.

“Hey.” he says cold and bluntly.

You try to avoid the tone in his voice.

“I miss you Peter.” you say as you sit next to him as he carves a knife.

“You see me everyday, how can you miss me?” he said without even looking at you.

“I mean I miss our walks, I miss sleeping over, everything about you.” you say as you try to  lean on his shoulder

“Y/n stop.” he says

You were taken back, “Stop? What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve been avoiding me ever since Wendy came!”

“Is that a problem?” he asked as if it wasn’t

“Of COURSE it’s a problem dammit Peter we’re-”

“We’re what? Together? We never made that official, and you damn well know know that” he says as he stands up.

“Stop pretending this isn’t happening, and get over it.” he walks out of his cabin, and that it where you completely broke down, you run outside the cabin passing Peter and running straight to the woods not caring who stopped you, you just ran, you ran until you couldn’t run anymore.

You fall on the ground and just cry, you let it all out, you almost choke and gasp for air, you haven’t cried in so long, you yell out “I wish he never knew I existed!” 

Peter was watching you all this time, once he heard that, he was a little taken back, “She wishes that?” he whispered, then he got an idea.

So he runs back to his cabin he opens up a secret door and unlocks the cab nit with potions in it.

“If I make a potion where I don’t remember her, maybe she will be happy, maybe she will find happiness somewhere else, Neverland is a big place, after all, I do want her to be happy.” he says as he mixes up the potions. 

Once he got them all in in one bottle he sits down on his bed, he fiddles the bottle with his fingers, a little anxious.

“Am I really about to do this” he asked himself.

He takes the vile to his mouth and drinks it, all of it, he automatically feels ill and falls to the floor.

The Next Day

Peter wakes up with a huge head ache. he stumbles off the floor, not knowing what the hell happen last night.

You wake up next to a tree, still upset that Peter treated you like that, you loved him and you thought he loved you.

Peter stumbles outside the door, he looks around “Okay, Wendy, the lost boys, okay everyone is all here.” he says out loud.

“Hey Pan!” Wendy says!

“Hello darling, how is my lost girl doing?” he asked

“Perfectly fine!”

“That’s great!” he said while rubbing his head it still hurt from last night.

“What happen? Are you okay?” Wendy came closer to Peter.

“Yeah love it’s just my head, but I’ll get over it, let’s enjoy today.” 

She nodded and started to walk to the camp grounds with Peter side by side.

That day was filled with games, laughter and food, Peter had no worries, he had his lost girl, his lost boys, and his Neverland, what could go wrong?

You walk up to the campsite to see Peter and Wendy, all touchy and lovey dovey, it killed you bu you didn’t let it phase you, at least not now, you just needed to get to your cabin.

When Peter see’s Y/n , a girl he thought he never seen , he becomes, anxious.

“Who are you?” he asked as he gets up and walks to you.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, you were so over it.

“What makes you think you can just come on my campsite and act like you’re queen of Neverland?” he says as he folds his arms.

“Because I am!” you yelled back. “You named me your queen you dumbass.” 

“Don’t talk that way to me! Lost boys throw her in the cage!” he yelled

“But Pan, it’s Y/n.” a younger lost boy said.

“Who?” Peter asked

Everyone just kinda stood silent, nobody said a word, nobody knew if it was a joke, or he really had no memory.

“Peter, it’s me.” you whispered.

“I honestly don’t know who you are, and you shall address me as Pan, nobody is allowed to call me Peter.”

“No, that’s where you’re wrong, I’m the only one.” your eyes became teary eyed.

“What the hell is going on?” Felix said, “You don’t remember her at all Pan?”

“I never seen her in my life.” he said as he walked away, confused and dazed, he went to his tree house, he still felt confused

Everyone stood quite.

“Maybe it’s better that way.” you said.

“WHAT” all the lost boys yelled.

“Peter doesn’t remember me, maybe it’s for the best.”

“Why would you say that?” Felix asked

“Because! He loves Wendy , he doesn’t love me, for now on, I’m just a lost boy, like one of you guys.” you walk away before anyone could say a word.

If Peter doesn’t remember me, then maybe this is for the best. 

The next day you wake up, you could barely open your eyes, they were so puffy from all the crying you did, your body felt sore, you hated your life, you hated everything about it, you felt ugly, like you weren’t worth anything, not just because Peter wasn’t your “partner” but just because he simply didn’t know you.

You walk outside and see Peter and Wendy eating breakfast, you ignore it and go sit down next to Felix.

“How ya holding up?” he asked

“How do ya think?” you asked

“Got it.” Felix said

You ate in silence, trying not to look over at perfect happy couple every two seconds, but it was impossible.

“Stop staring.” Felix said

“I’m sorry!” You say totally realizing that you didn’t even take your eyes off of them. “It’s just, that technically should be mine!”

“Psh, he was never yours.” Felix said

“He was mine!” you folded your arms.

“Yeah. when?” 

“He was mine since day one.” you look towards them. “Now he’s hers.”

“Yeah sure.”

“What am I supposed to do?” you ask Felix

“You do what a lost boy does, you stay a lost boy, always a lost boy, you fight off pirates, you play games, you run through the wild, you on adventures, and you have the best damn time of your life.” Felix looks you in your eyes.

“Good that.” 

For the next couple months was hell, you missed Peter more and more, you couldn’t kiss him, hug him, go to him when you felt lonely, and you watched the love of your life fall in love with someone else,it was terrible.

Today was a special day, one of the younger lost boys graduated the hunting class, he was officially able to hold a hunting weapon himself, and you usually make sweets for this ceremony, so that’s what you did, you went to the kitchen and started cooking up all the sweets and deserts you can think of, it was a process, but it kept your mind off of Peter.

You go outside and see Peter with Wendy nothing new, you walk past them and go to one of his trust worthy side kicks, Derek.

“Hey could you help me with the treats?” you asked

“Of course!” he said, he was always willing to help, that’s why Peter liked him.

“Thanks for helping me.” you say

“Oh yeah no problem dude, anything I can do to hep.”

You smile and give him a tray of treats, you and him both walk out laughing, he was a funny guy, not your type, but just a really funny guy.

Peter heard laughter and turned his head, he saw you with his trusty side kick Derek, he looked you both up and down, but he let it go, for now.

“Snacks are ready Pan.” you yell.

Peter gets up and starts the ceremony, there was a lot of Peter talking and Wendy winking at Peter, which you took notice that all the lost boys would roll their eyes, that made you giggle. Also consisted of lots of the lost boys making speeches about each other and making up un realistic stories about one of each other, also you all played plenty of games, and that was always one, but finally it was time for snacks, the moment you anticipated , you knew you were a good cook but you always had a fear of someone not liking it.

“Time for deserts!” Peter said “I’m first!” he yells.

He runs to the front of the line following by the other lost boys running like they were running for their life, it was quite funny to see honestly.

You served Peter first of course, he looked at you and smiled, it was nice to see him smile at you, not like how he used to, but still, a smile is still a smile.

He gets his food and takes double for Wendy, you ignore it and continue to serve your food to all the lost boys.

Everyone was served so you decide to get your food but all was left was berries and fruit, so you just added some honey and decided not to complain.

As you were eating Peter came up to you and you were in shock.

“Hey.” he said as he sat down.

“Hi.” you said not knowing what to say.

“I just wanted to say the treats were amazing, and you did excellent.” he said with a smile.

“Thank you Pan, that means a lot.” you said.

He smiled and then headed to his lost boys.

“Well, that was different.” you said to yourself but continued to eat.

That night you sat by the campfire listening to the boys tell scary stories, they were always hilarious and never scary with their stories even though they tried, poor things really.

But it was always a good laugh, and that’s what you love about being a lost boy, they’re so funny and truly good by to be around.

Not that much later Peter came with Wendy and started playing his flute and the boys started to play the drums. Some boys got up and danced while other boys talked among themselves , it was like a regular party.

You just sat their watching everyone have a good time and just swaying to the music.

That’s when Derek came.

“Dude.” he said to you, your head turned to him

You nodded to him signaling you were listening to him.

“You need to dance.” he said.

“What?” you asked confused.

“Don’t let her get to you dude, go out there, dance, be you, me and the lost boys all agree we miss the old you, so come on and danced with us.”

You just smiled and got up and danced in the dancing circle.

Peter noticed and started to smirk, he didn’t know why but watching you danced brought happiness to him.

You danced and danced all night long, even Peter danced with you at one point, Wendy got mad and went to her cabin, but Peter totally ignored that and kept dancing with you, you missed times like this, when you all danced and didn’t care, you were wild, you guys made your own rules, you were rebels.

You and Peter talked about everything last night, he wanted to know more about you, and about your past, you told him everything, it was like meeting him again for the first time, you talked all night.

The next day you and Peter started talking more and Wendy got more jealous, you could care less and so could Peter, he never apologized for what he did, he made his own rules.

You and Peter became good friends, but the romance wasn’t there, not yet.

Peter was constantly working now, he would try to find food, the boys needed new bed and clothes, so he was very busy and Wendy hated it and would complain so much Peter eventually became annoyed and Wendy eventually left the island, with Peter’s permission, but still the romance between you to did not exist, but honestly you were getting used to it.

One day Peter work up and was shocked to find you weren’t by his side.

“What the ?” he gets out of bed and runs outside, everyone was still asleep.

He runs to your cabin and its locked, so he kicks the door down which scares you “What the hell Pan?!”

“Pan?” Peter cocked his brow “’I’m Peter to you.” he said

“Wait what? Never mind what do you want?” you asked

“Why are you sleeping in your old cabin?” he asked

“Because ?” you said confused

“Love I don’t know what’s going on but come back to bed.” he said

“Love? Since when am I love?”

“Since day 1 why are you acting so strange?” he asked getting annoyed.

“Because you left me, for Wendy, you dated her, I was alone for like almost 9 months, dude you forgot who I was.” you said.

“I did?” he asked

“Yeah it was hell Peter.”

“Listen, love, I love you, I always have, i loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I don’t know how I lost my memory or what even happen, but just please, please forgive me.” he said as he went on his knees next to the bed.

At this moment, you realized the old Peter was back, someway some how he was back, you couldn’t help but cry and jump on his and kiss him like you haven’t kissed him in months,because well you haven’t.

Everything was back to normal and you could not be happier.

“I love you my lost girl.” Peter said.

“I love you too.” you kissed him on the lips one last time before you both fall asleep.

Over

Requested by Anonymous: Can you write an imagine where Daryl and the Reader get into a very bad argument (their worst one) and breakup? The Reader then starts rebounding with Spencer and it drives Daryl crazy? It’s your choice if they get back together or not!

Over

“Fine!” Daryl yelled, following you out onto the porch as you slung your backpack over your shoulder and practically ran out the front door. People had stopped what they were doing in the street to turn and stare. “Just leave then! I never even loved you in the first place, you stupid fucking whore!”

That was the nail in the coffin right there. You had mostly been bluffing about leaving him. You were going to spend a night at Carol’s and go home the next day and work it out, but that comment right there did him in. Your jaw dropped and you stared at him with as much shock, hurt, offense, and anger that you could muster. You could tell he regretted it immediately, that he was just upset and panicking and saying things he didn’t mean. He was trying hard not to give in and apologize, though. He was still mad.

Everyone in a two block radius was staring at the two of you in shock now. They’d never even heard you disagree, much less fight. Now Daryl was screaming slurs at you in the street, and even Rick was watching in horror and disapproval from his porch a few doors down. Michonne looked ready to intercept you at any moment, just in case anything escalated to violence.

You took a deep breath, squared your shoulders, and said, loud enough for everyone to hear, “If that’s truly what you think of me, and how you feel, then I think I will leave. It’s over.” Then, as an afterthought, you add, “I deserve better than that, Daryl Dixon.” And you turn around and stomp away, throwing his words and insecurities about whether or not you deserved better than him back in his face before you left.

You were fuming, but you had a much better handle on it than Daryl. As far as your friends and community members could tell, you were the sane one in the situation as you slowly and calmly walked away from the home you’d shared with your boyfriend of two years now. You slowed down as you reached Carol’s house. She was watching the exchange from her porch, just like nearly everyone else in the community. “Can I stay with you for a little bit?” You ask quietly from the sidewalk, then before you could stop yourself, you started crying.

Carol came down to help you inside, and as you went, you could see that everyone was now glaring at Daryl. He stood there under their scrutiny for a few moments before he slammed the front door to the house behind him on his way back inside. Everyone dispersed after that. Carol told you that you could live with her indefinitely if you needed to, and you thanked her for her kindness. Then, you went slowly upstairs to your new bedroom and cried yourself to sleep into one of the pillows.

—–

A week later, you were standing outside of Daryl’s house with a cardboard box in your hand. “He knows we’re coming, right?” Spencer asked.

“I told him yesterday that I’d be by to move my things today at 3. He just grunted, so I assumed that meant OK.” You say. You and Daryl hadn’t spoken since the breakup. “Thanks again for helping, Spencer.” You smile at him. “I don’t really want to be alone in there with him. Plus, the box might get heavy.”

“He wouldn’t try to hurt you, right?” Spencer asks. “I mean, he’s kind of scary looking, but I always kind of thought it was just an act.”

“He wouldn’t hurt me.” You say bluntly. “I just don’t want to be alone with him.” You climb the steps and knock on the door.

“Here.” Spencer takes the box. “I’ll hold it. You just walk around and put whatever is yours inside. We’ll be in and out in no time.”

“Thanks.” You say again.

Daryl finally opens the door and scowls when he sees Spencer. “What are you doing here?”

“Does it matter?” Spencer asked.

“It’s my house, so yeah, it does.” Daryl said, getting mad.

“Daryl, he’s just helping me move. Please don’t make this hard.” You say. “Can we come in? Please?” Daryl pauses for a moment, then moves aside to let you both in.

It only takes about ten minutes to throw everything you owned into the cardboard box in Spencer’s arms and turn the page on that portion of your life. It almost hurt to be standing in your bedroom, the space that felt so familiar and so safe to you, and to know you’d never see it again. You practically pushed Spencer out of the room when everything was packed—you needed to get out of this house. You muttered a ‘goodbye’ to Daryl as you left, banging the front door shut behind you and scurrying up the street towards Carol’s.

“You OK?” Spencer asked as you climbed the stairs to your new bedroom.

“Yeah.” You wiped away a few tears. “I just… I thought we’d get married, you know? I didn’t think it’d ever end, much less end like this. He hates me, and I’m not too happy with him, either. I just wanted us to be together forever. But I guess that kind of crap doesn’t exist in real life.” You shrugged, sniffling back tears and taking the box from Spencer, setting it down on the floor near your bed.

“I think it does. I think you have to find the right person first, though.” Spencer sticks his hands in his pockets and looks at the floorboards. “And maybe the right person has been in front of you the whole time?”

“Spencer, I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You say, putting a stop to whatever he was thinking.

“Why not? Daryl was a jackass to you. I could treat you better.”

“I’m not ready to start anything serious again.”

“OK, then nothing serious.” Spencer says, crowding up against you. “How about just this?” He kisses you gently.

When he breaks the kiss, you stare at him for only a moment before you say, “This works.” And kiss him harder, pulling him backwards and down onto your bed.

—–

It had been only three weeks since you’d broken up with Daryl, and though it still hurt that he wasn’t even talking to you, you had to admit that your set up with Spencer was helping a little. It was just sex. That’s what you had established. You weren’t dating, he didn’t sleep over, and he wasn’t allowed to get handsy in public. Those were the rules.

It was working out well for you, getting your mind off of Daryl for an hour, maybe two, before bed once or twice a week. And the sex wasn’t bad, either. You had to admit, it was a little fun.

The night Daryl found out, however, ruined it for everyone.

Spencer was leaving afterwards, just like he always did, and Daryl happened to be walking by on his way to night watch. Daryl put two and two together, and the two men ended up getting into a fight over you in the street, waking up half the community and drawing a small group of walkers to the wall because Daryl’s gun accidentally went off.

You had seen the fight start from your bedroom window, so you had ran out into the street in only a t-shirt and an old pair of Daryl’s boxers that neither of you had really noticed that you’d taken from the house, and tried to break up the idiocy. It all ended when Spencer accidentally elbowed you in the face, and you fell back into the grass, blood gushing from your nose.

Both men ran over to try and see if you were OK, and you only stood up and told them both to get the fuck away from you and just to leave you alone. “You ruin everything you touch.” You say to no one in particular, but mostly to yourself, as you stomp back inside to try and clean up your bleeding nose.

The next morning, you had tried to sleep in—tried being the operative word. When you woke up, your nose hurt like hell, and there was a pounding in your head that was persistent. But, then you realized that that pounding was someone at the front door. Carol must be out on a morning walk, otherwise she would have gotten the door already, so you stand slowly and pull on jeans and a clean shirt. “I’m coming, I’m coming.” You grumble as you thump slowly down the stairs, rubbing sleep from your eyes as you go.

You open the door, and the sight before you surprises you, though in hindsight, it shouldn’t have surprised you at all.

Daryl was standing on the porch, dark circles under his eyes and a hopeless and lost look on his face; he looked like he hadn’t slept at all the night before, and when he spoke, there was a crack in his voice that normally wasn’t there. “Peach…” He starts, calling you by the nickname he’d given you so long ago. His little Georgian Peach.

You start crying. You were exhausted. You couldn’t keep this up anymore. To be honest, your rebound with Spencer sucked, and you were lying to yourself when you thought it was helping. You didn’t love Spencer. You loved Daryl.

At the sight of you crying, Daryl started crying, too, and you were both crying and staring at each other on the porch, wondering who would be the first to bridge the gap. In the end, it was Daryl who reached out first, stretching over the threshold of the house to pull you into his arms. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m an ass.” He whispered into your hair.

“I’m no better.” You say. “I can’t even remember what we were fighting about.” It was true; the original problem had long been forgotten.

“Me neither. I just love you and I want you to come home.” Daryl says.

You tighten your arms around him. “I just want to go home.”

“Then let’s go get your things and go home.” He says, though neither of you make a move to break the hug for several more minutes.

 —–

[Masterlist]

Growing Pains

For endingthemes, who requested “Parent teacher conferences or __ (see the end for the second prompt).” As usual, I took it as a challenge and smushed them. Set in my wall ‘verse. 


Charles knows he’s forgetting something. It’s burrowing in the back of his mind, small enough to ignore when more pressing things need his attention, but large enough to keep him from ever really relaxing. He’d normally pop in on Erik and ask him if he knew, but today Erik’s shrouded his mind with dark curtains embroidered with a clear request for privacy, so Charles stays out.

Erik gets like this, sometimes, so Charles doesn’t take it to heart. Erik has been a saint when it comes to his telepathy, far more understanding than anyone in his life, even Raven. It’s only natural that every once in a while he retreat back into himself, that he needs space. Especially since Erik is naturally introverted, and Charles’ telepathy pretty much eliminates the kind of privacy Erik has spent his whole life accustomed to.

“Mr. Xavier?”

Charles blinks a few times, pulled from his thoughts, and says, “Oh, my apologies. I was lost in thought for a moment, you know how it is.”

The woman smiles, and even though it’s tight Charles can tell that it’s not from prejudice, it’s simply from the stress of wrangling 12 year olds all day every day. It’d been a fight to get Erik to agree to enroll Wanda and Pietro into a public, integrated school rather than the private mutant academy that he’d wanted to, but Charles wholly believes that this is what’s best for their children.

“As I was saying,” the woman says pointedly, and her hair is a lovely shade of brown, close in color to Erik’s hair. The thought niggles the thing bothering him again, and he almost has it when he feels a spike of anxiety lash strongly from where Pietro is sitting next to him, and he lets it go to tune back in.

The teacher, Ms. Marie, he remembers, is pulling a dvd from her drawer, and Charles raises a brow at Pietro. “What’s this?” He asks, although he’s looking at where Pietro is hunching his shoulders and thinking, steadily, keep out keep out I’m sorry keep out.

“This is a recording from class today. Since we’re one of the few integrated schools and normal issues tend to get politically escalated, we have cameras installed in every room. You signed the waiver when enrolling, I hope you remember.” It’s defensive, but not in a rude way, and Charles feels a little bad for her. She’s probably had to defend herself from more than one hysterical parent.

“Oh yes, I do remember that. Quite a comforting addition, really.” He says soothingly, all while Pietro gets more and more stressed. “Why is this relevant, though?”

“I think it’d be better if you watched, Mr. Xavier,” She says, and gives Pietro a wry look.

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anonymous asked:

could i get dealing with mc going through a bout of depression? with all the rfa members <3 thank you so much!!!

Trigger warning: Bulimia, self-harm and suicide attempt mentioned in this post. Spoilers on Secret End 2.

To the anon who requested about the cutting for depression: I wrote that for one of the characters only. I hope it still helps for you! I’m so sorry that I can’t help you completely, but this is the prompt last time which we received that is the closest to yours.
By the way, is everyone okay? Sorry about the random question haha, but I’m just getting really worried. Is everyone getting enough rest, taking care of themselves and eating proper meals? I know things are hard right now, but things will look up again! Believe in hope!
… Maybe I should personally do a happy and lighthearted post soon.
~Ion

Zen

  • You used to be so smiley, taking care of yourself so much
  • You always applied make up every time before leaving the house
  • But then you stopped
  • Wait did you just went to bed without brushing your teeth again for the fifth time?
  • That and you skipped bathing for the ninth time in two weeks
  • Zen had been ignoring it for a long time, just assuming that you were tired
  • But this had been making him worried since day 1
  • Why did you suddenly stop caring about taking care of yourself and your hygiene?
  • He went up to you, shaking you up gently
  • “My princess, is there anything wrong? You know you can talk to me about anything.”
  • You just smiled at him, but your eyes were sad before you started to tear up
  • “Zen… I don’t know why… But I feel so sad… I have been feeling like this for what seems ages.”
  • His heart shattered into pieces – You were hurting for so long and he only stood there and watched you?
  • “Babe. You got to tell me this kind of stuff. We are supposed to tell each other what is bothering us. Don’t suffer alone. I am here with you.”

Yoosung

  • You were as crazy as Yoosung was when you two played LOLOL together
  • In fact, people would say you were the most alive when you played the game
  • But these few days, you seemed to not play as much
  • You slept in more
  • Yoosung was okay at first – He kept you updated with the new patches instead
  • Soon he noticed how much more you were sleeping in
  • You slept for two days straight once, and that freaked him out (He called the whole RFA for help, and broke into tears when that happen)
  • “Is she dying? Will she be okay?! SHE DIDN’T HAVE THE COFFEE SYNDROME RIGHT”
  • “… Yoosung you do remember that that was a prank right”
  • “BUT SHE DRANK A CUP BEFORE SHE SLEPT”
  • When you finally woke up, Yoosung just gave a big hug as he cried to you
  • “You’re okay right? Please tell me!”
  • You forced a smile but you shook your head
  • “Yoosung… I am useless, right? In team fights, I am not useful. I am worthless in reality too. I should not exist.”
  • He was so angry for not realising any earlier especially that he was at fault as he was one of the many who screamed at her before
  • He would always give you a hug after that as an apology but obviously, his words had cut you deep down
  • “No! Listen, please. You are not worthless. Continue to exist in my life. I love you, and I love you again and again. Stay with me, okay?”

Jaehee

  • Jaehee was confused with your sleep patterns, to be honest.
  • She noticed that you would sleep later than her and yet wake up earlier than her
  • You already would set up the cafe and get ready to open for the customers
  • But you would always be so forgetful – Not remembering the special requests such as changing the milk to soy, and even more
  • You even snapped at one of the customers for wanting a third cup of coffee
  • The customer then complained to Jaehee about your lack of service
  • “I’m sorry, but I will talk to her. I will prepare a new cup for you instead”
  • Jaehee pulled you to the middle of the cafe after the day ended
  • “Are you okay these few days? You had been unable to concentrate, and you always had less sleep than I do. You were also very irritable today as well…”
  • “Jaehee… I have serious insomnia. Every time I try to sleep, I… I don’t know. I remember all the stuff I did in the past, and I regret it, and I just can’t sleep, and I hate myself, and I don’t deserve love, I don’t deserve to be with you.”
  • “What do you mean that you do not deserve love? Everyone deserves to love and be loved. I love you, but you will only know it when you love yourself. I am willing to be with you and teach you to love.”

Jumin

  • You two always had proper meals but for some reason, the nutritionist kept making sure to add even more and more food to your plate
  • Jumin got pretty confused but trusted the nutritionist
  • Until one day when the nutritionist just walked up to him, looking really concerned
  • “Mr Han, has your wife been eating her meals?”
  • “Yes. She has always been eating with me for all her meals. Why?”
  • “… I had made sure that the additional food would let her gain weight since she was losing weight rapidly. She just lost even more weight after these few weeks. I fear she might have bulimia.”
  • Jumin got really worried, but kept silent after hearing the information
  • He made sure you ate the food during the next meal (Dinner)
  • Everything seemed fine until when you requested to go to the toilet after the meal
  • It then clicked. You had been going to the toilet after the meals for months – Could that how the bulimia happened?
  • “Wait, please don’t. I need to talk about something.”
  • He could sense you getting irked about it, but you went back to your seat
  • “… Do you have bulimia?”
  • He expected you exploding, which you did. You stood up and screamed at him, yelling about how stupid that claim was and who you heard it from, when your legs suddenly gave way and you gripped onto the edge of the table hard to support yourself
  • Jumin reached out to hold you
  • You pushed him away, but he only held you tighter
  • “I’m not sure what happened to you, but I truly want to help you. If you don’t open yourself up to help yourself, there is no way I can help you.”
  • You then explained about how for some reason you just kept eating a lot since it made you feel better, but then you immediately feel guilty after that, so you just went to the toilet to puke them all out
  • You wanted to stopped, but you just could not
  • “See? It’s that simple. And trust me, I will make sure you will feel better again. As long as you tell me, I will be able to help you as much as I am able to.”

Saeyoung

  • You seemed to be having a lot of headaches and backaches for quite some time
  • Saeyoung made sure that you were always rested up and comfortable
  • But for some reason, you never seemed to be feeling better
  • In fact, it got worse as you got more irritable instead
  • Saeyoung really had no idea what to do by that time
  • He straight up asked you what was wrong
  • “I need to know! Or else how are you going to recover? I want to help you! You were with me when I pushed you away – This time, I will be with you no matter what.”
  • You just shrugged. “I really don’t know what is wrong with me, Saeyoung. It’s just. Emptiness. A void inside me.”
  • He could only hug you when you told him that – He was familiar with it so long
  • But he knew how hard it was to deal with it
  • In fact, he did not say it, but he still would have bouts of it too once in a while
  • So he kept hugging you, and praying that God would give the two of you power to overcome it together.
  • “Just… Please. We will be together no matter what. Don’t leave me, please…”

BONUS: Saeran (It’s connected to Saeyoung’s.)

  • Saeran would never expect that you would cut yourself
  • After all, you were the one who pulled his brother out of depression and give himself a reason to live – So why would you cut yourself?
  • When he went out of his room to the kitchen to get himself a cup of water, he noticed that the toilet’s lights were on
  • Saeran knocked on it, “hey. Are you okay?”
  • There was no answer.
  • Saeyoung came down to the kitchen, obviously worried
  • “I could feel it… Something bad happened to her…”
  • That immediately alerted Saeran that he had to break the door open
  • And there you were, lying in the bathtub with a bloodied razor knife
  • Your arm had bright red angry slash wounds with blood oozing out of it
  • Saeran was shocked, as he fell backwards and screamed
  • The next few moments were a blur as Saeyoung called for help and pulled Saeran onto the ambulance to the hospital
  • The boy was in a daze – You won’t die, right?
  • Thankfully, the doctors managed to save you
  • When you woke up, you felt both Saeyoung and Saeran holding onto your hands tightly
  • “How are you now??” The both of them asked at the same time
  • You nodded groggily – You were not too sure about what happened – You just remembered feeling something for once for a long time
  • After a few moments when you tried to organize your thoughts, you remembered
  • You looked at the arm you cut on, which was the side Saeyoung was at
  • “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I did not mean to cut, but I just want to feel something for once…” You felt so bad, you did not mean to make the twins worried for you, you just wanted to stop feeling empty!
  • “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Saeyoung was stroking on your hand, repeating it. It did not sound convincing, as if he was saying it to convince himself instead
  • Saeran noticing his brother’s state of mind was probably still in shock, he decided to try convincing you instead
  • “Are you an idiot? You’re supposed to tell us when all this happen! Instead of cutting yourself, talk to us. Don’t just throw your life just because of this. You existing gives the both of us one more reason to live, you know. That is how important you are to the both of us.”
  • Saeyoung raised his head, surprised about what Saeran said
  • “But yes… Please. Don’t leave the both of us. We will never leave without you too. We will be there to support you. We will help you as long as you allow us to.”

[Part one]

Word count: 1.6k

Pairing: Eric x Reader

A/N: So here’s part 2! thanks to everyone who enjoyed the first one. I honestly didn’t expect it to get more than 10 notes so that was a surprise. I really hope you enjoy this one as well! Also I realized my stories can be quite lengthy so I’ve decided to put the “keep reading” cuts just so things don’t clog peoples dashes.



You budge the door open, Eric’s scent tingling your senses as you stumbled into his apartment with a surprised yelp. You hadn’t expected to get the door open, let alone this quickly. Eric was always so reserved, you would have at least thought there would be a chain. Or alarms. Or something.

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They Say That Love Is Forever. *Ben Bruce Imagine.*

Originally posted by hesitant-idiot

A/N: This has been my favorite one so far. Omg this was so fun to write. (Gif not mine. Song lyrics in this are mine so please don’t use them)

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Y/N looked at the scenery passing by quickly through the bus window. Usually she’d be chatting along happily with her fellow band members of watching some movie. But today, Y/N wasn’t up to chatting or watching whatever movie was on. She was plagued with thoughts of her boyfriend Ben. It had been months since they’d last seen each other, let alone touched each other. Not in a sexual way, but in simple little touches like holding hands, his arm over her shoulder to bring her close, messing with each other hair even something as sitting next to him shoulder to shoulder. Y/N craved those little things that she used to take for granted. But with Ben being in a popular band and touring almost every three months and with Y/N being in her own band those little things became few and far between. But sometimes, by chance, a date would match up and they’d be in town together. By chance.
“Y/N are you listening?” Erica asked.

“No.” She replied in a deadpan tone, not taking her eyes off the landscape outside.

“Our next stop is San Diego.” She said again.

“Amazing. I’m so enthralled, can’t you tell?” Y/N questioned sarcastically.

“Man, get that stick outta your ass!” Dane shouted from his spot in the bunks.

“She’ll snap out of it tomorrow when we get onstage. She always does.” Erica giggled with a sly smile.

But Y/N didn’t see any reason to give the smile any mind. It was when everyone else returned the smile is when she was confused. However, she ignored it and pulled out her laptop and went into her own little world. Well, not really. Because she started to do the weekly band vlog in which everyone joined in and hijinks happened. It did lift her spirits and temporarily made her forget about her heartache.


*~*~*


The next day they arrived in San Diego. They were going to spend three days chilling out on the coast before continuing the tour. It was much needed and was going to be much appreciated. The spring air made it a bit nicer and they were able to wear t-shirts and light sweatshirts rather than heavy clothes. Till the night when the temperature dropped and it was always colder by the water anyway. When the time came for the concert to start Y/B/N was getting ready backstage. As proclaimed, Y/N was much better and happier. She was going out there to make those people happy, exhilarated, like everything in that moment was perfect.

Onstage they sang and played their hearts away with every bit of passion they had in their bodies. Y/N kept an eye on Erica because no matter how much they tried to hide it there was something going on. She wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing. But she knew her weak spot. Being called out in front of the crowd. As soon as the song ended Y/N grabbed hold of the mic and sighed before speaking into it.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?”

The crowd screamed in reply.

“I said how’s everyone doing tonight?!” She called.

The crowd screamed back with much more vigor than before.

“Good! What about you Johnny?”

“Fuckin’ amazing.” The bass player replied.

“Dane?”

“I’m feeling damn good Y/N!”

“Erica?”

“Pretty fucking good.”

“Good, that’s good to hear. But, I can’t help but to notice that you’ve been acting weird.” Y/N pointed at Erica.
“Me?” She questioned with a scoff.

“Yes, you.” Y/N said a bit more obviously with an eye rill.

Erica rested her hands on her hips, “I have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re the one being weird!”

“Me?!” Y/N turned to her as the crowd laughed.

“Yeah! You’ve been mopin’ around all sad because you miss Ben.” Johnny said.

The crowd awed as Y/N pretended to wipe her eyes, “I just really love him.” Her voice was in a fake hurt tone.” Then she turned to Johnny and said, “And at least I’m getting some.”

Johnny mocked her and Y/N turned around back to the crowd, “Speaking of my shit head boyfriend, did you know Asking Alexandria was here last night? How many of you went?”

Hands shot up and cheers filled the room, Y/N nodded and playfully stamped her foot. “And y’all didn’t tell him to wait for me? Nah, I’m kidding I know he has a schedule and shit.” Y/N her guitar, “Alright! This song is very near and dear to my heart, recorded with my shithead boyfriend, Benjamin Paul Bruce, this song is called ‘Death Won’t Keep Us Apart’.”

The crowd screamed as the lights lowered, the drums kicked up, and Y/N started to play. Although a couple of seconds in Erica started shaking.

“Lullabies, my begging cries, a fire in your heart. Cherish my little broken heart. Your eager eyes and promises that hooked me from the start.”

Just before Dane would start singing Erica ran off stage unexpectedly, shouting ‘Nobody stop playing! Only seconds after that, a new person ran onstage with a guitar and started to play. The lights grew brighter and Ben stood in Erica’s spot with a guitar.

“You called me from hell, your voice carried grace. I knew that I needed to reach you, so I crawled the fuck out of that place!”

Y/N, overjoyed, played the song and inched closer and closer with every verse that past until she was back to back with Ben. It was the last verse and all that played was the pre-recorded bells and quiet drum beats. Y/N and Ben turned to each other quickly and sang into the mic in unison.

“When you hear that hearse coming for me, I want you to know that even if I’m dead and gone you’ll always be within my heart and not even death could keep us apart.”

After the last lyric was sung Ben reached out and quickly kissed her roughly. Y/N’s hands felt the guitar to hold his neck and the lights turned dark. The crowd screamed and cheered wildly as they momentarily carried on kissing in the dark. Her lips tingled with the sensation of his lips on hers. The band went offstage and the lights flicked back on.

“What’re you doing here?! I thought you were supposed to be in Nevada!” Y/N squealed happily.

“Everyone else wanted to spend their days there, I wanted see you.” Ben smiled and held her hands, “I wasn’t going to pass up the chance to see my lady.”

Y/N threw her arms around him and kissed his cheek.

“Come one, we have one more song!” Erica called in a teasing tone,

As they walked out onto the stage Y/N pushed her friend playfully, “I fuckin’ knew you had something to do with this.”

After the show Y/N and Ben went to the hotel Ben had gotten. He promised that the next day he would take her out the whole day and they would have a nice long date. The date part didn’t really matter to Y/N, she was just happy to be with him physically rather than over a screen. To many months had passed since they actually held each other.


*~*~*


The next day Ben kept his promise about his date idea…even though they both got a late start. However, that was due to late night activities. None the less they were dressed out the door by noon. Hand in hand, they walked to the first stop of the day. A food truck. Nothing terribly fancy (obviously) but Y/N enjoyed the greasy food all the same. After that Y/N pulled Ben to the Boardwalk rides and games. They walked up to a ball throw. Ben got all cocky and paid the man,

“This will be easy.” He scoffed taking one of the balls.

“I’m depending on you to bet me that kitty.” Y/N said pointing to a cheap red cat.

Ben threw one ball and missed. He frowned and tried again. Yet, it was another miss. The last ball barely skimmed the bottle.

“Nice try babe.” Y/N giggled pulling him away.

“That game was rigged. I should’ve won.” Ben grumbled.

“Your hand eye coordination isn’t food apparently.” She giggled as he put his arm around her shoulders.

“I beg to differ!” He argued.

“What evidence do you have?”

He wiggled his fingers and raised his eyebrows suggestively. Y/N blushed and shoved his hand away while muttering, “That’s not even the same thing.”

Ben chuckled and kissed her head. They played a couple more games until Y/N saw her favorite ride to ever exist. She felt childish as she pulled him over and begged him to ride it with her.

“Please Ben!” She pleaded.

He groaned, “Fist I can’t even win you a stupid toy and you want me to ride that?”

“Please!”

She looked into his eyes and held onto his fingers gently. Ben sighed and kissed her forehead, “Goddammit Y/N.”

Y/N smiled happily and pulled out a couple of dollars much to Ben’s protesting. Then she pulled him onto the carousel. Y/N sat upon a white and brown horse with a western theme to it. Ben didn’t want to sit on a horse at first. But then Y/N pulled those puppy eyes again and he sat on a white horse with nightly armor.

“My knight in shining armor.” She teased.

Ben gave her a look that was one of teasing anger. Of course it was all in good fun. When the ride started Y/N smiled as the carousel music played and it gave a soft jolt before moving. As the platform went around and around as the horses moved up and down. She felt a level of peace she hadn’t in a while. When was last time she had even rode a carousel? Out of the corner of her eye she saw Ben leaning his head against the golden bar and looking at her with soft eyes. She smiled at him and reached out. He also reached and locked their fingers together for the duration of the ride.

“Thank you for doing that.” Y/N said as the made their way off the carousel.

“I guess it wasn’t all bad.” He shrugged, “Do you wanna go to the beach?”

“Sure.”

Ben lead her down the boardwalk and down the stairs to the beach. They found a secluded spot  on the beach to sit down at. Ben laid his leather jacket down and sat on it with Y/N sitting between his legs. He wrapped his arms around her and necked her neck softly, then he rested his chin on her shoulder. Y/N and Ben’s hands interlocked and she sighed.

“I’m so glad you’re here.” Y/N told him.

“I’d be with you all the time if I could.” Ben replied holding her a little tighter, “I miss you all the time.”

“But we have each other right now. Cherish this so you have something to remember our time by.” Her voice became quiet and tight, then that evil ache filled her.

“It will all work out baby.” He started to rub her arms.

“I know…I just…Ben where do we go from here? Seeing each other, maybe once if at all during three months of touring? Then maybe a month at home before one of us leaves again. I just want to spend a good amount of time with you.” Y/N whispered.

Ben kissed her cheek and used his finger to make her look up at him, “How does eternity sound, my love?” He asked tracing his finger on her cheek.

“It sounds wonderful.” She rested her head against him with a sigh.

It was quiet for a moment. Just the ocean surf hitting the shore, the soft wind, distant crying of gulls. The whole experience was just very peaceful. Ben reached into his pocket and pulled something out. He curled his legs around her to draw her in closer and he held his hands around in front of her.

“So, you’d really want to spend eternity with my childish, drunken self?”

Y/N gave a soft laughing sound, “I’d take you and your childish, drunken self beyond eternity if it was possible.”

Ben opened his hands and relieved a red velvety box. He then opened the box and inside sat a very beautiful ring. It was a silver band with one big diamond in the middle with two smaller ones on both sides. Y/N gasped and looked back and Ben with confusion.

“What do you say Y/N? Eternity at your fingertips…” He whispered in her ear.

Y/N turned to Ben and felt tears in her eyes, “Yes, I’ll take eternity with you.”

He grinned, emotion hazing in his eyes. His composure was crumbling as he shakenly slipped the ring on her finger. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him passionately. Ben held her hips tightly and he stuck his tongue past her lips. She leaned forwards a little too far forwards and Ben fell back onto the sand and Y/N laughed as she straddled him. He yanked her down as she squealed in shock.

“You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen Y/N. Words cannot express how much I love you.” Ben whispered stroking her hair.

“I wish I could think of something pretty like that to say. But I can’t. I can only say that I love you with every inch of my being.”

Ben pulled her down for one more kiss. She ruffled his hair, causing the sand to fly out of his hair. Even though in two days Ben would be gone and Y/N would be back on tour she knew she had Ben for the rest of forever. That alone was enough to keep her tied over till she saw her fiancée again.

Suga: Hi Babe

A/N: Idk. I wanted to try something different then This just popped in my head out of nowhere. I wanted to make it WOW too but I have a banana brain so…….

Requested by: Anon

Girl, I think I fell for Suga because of you…

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*Riiiiinggg*

The dismissal bell finally rang. You gathered your things and headed to your locker. You closed your locker and sighed. Just when you left you had to bump into somebody and that somebody just had to be your stupid crush, Min Yoongi. You dropped your book on his foot.

“I’m absolutely sorry!!” You bowed. You bent down to pick up you’re book feeling slightly embarrassed. It was like he couldn’t make out words so he just stood there watching you, was perfectly fine with you. If he said something you’ll go 50 shades of red. You got up, apologized and bowed. He bowed back, your eyes never contacting.

Yoongi wasn’t a person that talked much but so many girls flirted with and he never seems to pay attention to any of them. But his two friends Seokjin and Namjoon always flirted back but never got with any of them.

You hurried home. You had an hour left before you had to go to work, just enough time for you to change and shower.

You arrived at work with five minutes remaining on the on the clock. You came inside the small gift shop you worked. You greeted your ajusshi, the owner of the store and placed your textbooks. “Ahh….” you sighed. Thank goodness it was a Wednesday so the store wouldn’t be extremely busy which means you’ll have extra time for homework.

——-

“Thank for shopping with us! Have a nice day!!” You called out the customer leaving the store. You yawned, stretching your arms out. “Hmm… wonder what if ajusshi has anything in the back to eat.” Even though the owner was your boss, he always let you eat without pay or order you food.

“Hmm nothing today. It’s okay, this is good too.” you said with a smile while holding a cup of ramen in your hands. You were at the room in the back of the store.

*Ding*Ding*

You heard the chimes on the door sound, indicating a customer had come in. You were in the process of making the noodles so you couldn’t leave, so you greeted the customer loudly from the room. “Welcome! I will be with you in just a moment.”

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anonymous asked:

GOM+Kagami, their s/o being related to one of the other ones. Like for an example Kuroko's s/o being Murasakibara's sister. ^_^

Oooh this one looks cool.. I bet that whoever has Akashi’s sister will be quite…unlucky guy, especially if he is on the captain’s bad side.. like Kise

I didn’t quite know which s/o would be which GOM sister, so I just went with a feeling though I took this example for Kuroko… I hope you will like it. ^^

This is the last one for today. Will continue tomorrow.. and these new asks I am getting are quite funny so keep sending them and now I’m off to watch KnB again…

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Stiles- As Long As You’re There

Request-  Imagine getting accepted to NYU, but before telling the pack Scott suggests to tell Stiles, since he wants the pack to stick together. Both of them get into an argument about it. Days later you realize the it’s not just about the pack but you. Lydia confronts you about Stiles and that he’s in love with the reader. The reader confronts him and surprising him by telling him she’s going to UCLA instead.

A/n- Here you go sweetie! I sped up the timeline a little and I changed a few details, but I really enjoyed writing this one. Next up is a Malia imagine.

“Okay, so I’m helping you with biology and history?” you asked Scott as you hopped out of your car.
“English too,” he said uneasily as he shut your passenger side door. “…and math. You know what? Let’s just say I need help with everything.”
“I can do that,” you told him with a shrug. “My mom’s working late so we’ll have the house to ourselves for a while. We should probably go inside, cause it’s already five and I’m pretty sure you don’t want to fail senior year.”
Scott shivered. “God, no.”
“We better get started then,” you told him. “I just have to check the mail first.”
You walked down your driveway, opening up the mailbox and collecting the stack of envelopes. You sorted through them mindlessly, pausing when you came to a thick envelope with the letters NYU emblazoned on it.
“Oh my god,” you whispered, looking down at the envelope in your hand and swallowing thickly. “Scott, oh my god.”
“Is that what I think it is?” Scott asked, walking over and peering down at the envelope.
You nodded, at a total loss for words. Anxiety crept into your chest, and you could feel your stomach begin to twist itself into nervous knots. You had applied to NYU early, and after months of anxious waiting, it appeared you were finally going to find out whether you would make it into one of your top picks or not.
“Open it!” Scott cried.
You reached forward to tear it open, only to stop yourself in a moment of fear.
“What are you doing?” Scott asked.
“What if it’s not an acceptance letter?” you asked, biting your lip and looking up at Scott.
“Well, whatever it says, it’s not going to change whether you open it or not,” he pointed out. “And besides, you already got into UCLA, so it’s not like you wouldn’t have anywhere else to go.
You shot him a look, and he shot you one right back. You and Scott had been best friends since third grade, right along with Stiles. It was an understatement to say you were a nervous person, and Scott knew how happy you had been to apply to NYU. It was one of your top schools, and he wasn’t about to let you be afraid of nothing more than a letter.
"Would it be that thick if it was a rejection letter?” Scott asked you with raised eyebrows.
You sighed, looking back down at the letter and tearing it open. You tore the letter out of the envelope, pulling it up to your face as scanning the page.
“Well?” Scott asked.
You broke into a grin, your whole face lighting up in a display that could rival the sun. “I got in!”
“That’s awesome!” Scott cried, letting out a cheer as you wrapped your arms around him.
“Oh my god,” you breathed as he set you down. “I got into NYU. I have to tell everyone at the meeting tonight.”
Scott paused, his excitement fading as he scratched the back of his neck. “Maybe that’s not such a good idea.”
“What?” you asked. “Why not?”
“Well, you know how much Stiles wants us to stay together…”
You frowned. “Yeah, but I still haven’t decided where I’m going yet. He knows we can’t stay by his side forever right?”
Scott pursed his lips. “Honestly, I don’t know.”
“What am I supposed to do, lie to him?”
“Well, I didn’t say that,” Scott told you. “All I’m saying is that maybe you should let him know when you’re alone.”
“Oh,” you said, thinking on it. “Yeah, good idea. Come on, we should probably go study. Wouldn’t want you to miss out on UC Davis.”
Scott smiled, watching as you collected the rest of the mail and walked up your porch. He was happy for you, but he couldn’t help but feel a small pang of sadness. If you went to NYU, you would be all the way on the opposite end of the country. Scott understood why you were considering leaving, and while he was bummed out about it, he knew it was Stiles that would take your acceptance the worst.
While Scott had advised you not to tell him in front of anyone else, it wasn’t just because Stiles was hellbent on keeping the pack together. Little did you know, the boy harbored unexpected feelings for you, and he had since the fourth grade. Scott knew Stiles wouldn’t take it well, and he cared too much about his best friend to let him experience that reaction in front of everyone.

“What’s up with you today?” Stiles asked you with a grin. “You’re literally bouncing up and down and you’ve had a grin plastered on your face since 6am.”
“I’m just in a good mood,” you told him brightly.
“No, seriously,” he said, taking a sip of his water. “Who did you sell your soul to to be this peppy?”
You bit the inside of your cheek, debating whether or not to tell Stiles about your acceptance. You thought about what Scott had said about Stiles taking it hard, but you knew that your best friend would end up getting it out of you one way or another.
“Okay,” you told him as you sat across from him in the library. “So I got my letter from NYU yesterday…and I got in!”
Stiles’ eyes widened, chocking mid-swallow and spitting his water out and right onto your jeans.
“Ah, Stiles!” you cried. “What the hell?!”
He set his water bottle down, coughing as he wiped the wetness away from his mouth. “NYU?” he asked. “I thought you were only thinking of applying there?”
“Yeah, I was and I did,” you told him, grabbing your sweater and trying to wipe down your jeans.
“Why?” he demanded. “Why would you want to go that far?”
“You’re telling me you don’t wan’t to get out of Beacon Hills?” you asked him.
“No, but Y/n, that’s all the way on the other side of the country,” he protested. “I’m never gonna see you!”
“I mean, I could always come back for Christmas and summer break,” you said.
“The plan was to stay together!” he cried, his face going red with anger.
“Stiles, that was your plan,” you told him. “I don’t get it. You should be happy for me.”
“Happy?” he repeated, jumping out of his chair. “My best friend wants to move all the way to New York City, and you think I’d be happy about that? We were supposed to stay together! You, me and Scott! That’s the way it’s always been!”
“Stiles, we can’t all stay together forever!” you cried. “You have to accept that!”
“Yeah, well what if I don’t want to?” he demanded.
“Stiles-”
“Save it,” he told you bitterly, feeling like the biggest loser in the world as he tried to fight the tears threatening to spill.
He grabbed the his textbooks and backpack, scooping them up in his arms in an effort to get out of the library quicker. You watched him stumble up, heading for the doors. You called out for him, but he didn’t turn back, and soon he was disappearing into the deserted hall.
You let out a frustrated groan, slamming your head down onto the wooden table. You knew it had just been wishful thinking to assume Stiles would be happy for you at all, but you had no idea he would react this badly. Maybe you shouldn’t have told him so soon, and you were just contemplating this when a voice asked, “Bad day?”
You picked your head up off of the table, looking up to find Lydia staring down at you with raised eyebrows. She wore an expression of concern on her face, and you knew she was about to give you the third degree on why you had just had your face buried in a table.
“Not to begin with,” you grumbled. “I was having a great day and then…”
“And then you fought with Stiles?” she prompted.
“How did you know?” you asked.
“You just look like a girl who’s been fighting with her best friend,” she told you. “And I could hear you yelling at each other all the way from the second floor.”
You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest and looking down at the carpeted floor. “I don’t get why he’s so upset. You think he’d be happy for me. I mean, best friends are supposed to be happy for each other when they get accepted to college, right?”
“Well, yes,” Lydia agreed. “Except for if one of those best friends has separation issues and he’s been in love with the other one for years.”
“What?” you asked. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
Lydia looked at you with raised eyebrows, as if you were the slowest person she had ever met. “You really can’t tell that Stiles is in love with you?”
“W-what?” you sputtered. “No, we’re just close. We have been for years. It’s always been me, Stiles and Scott.”
“But Scott’s never looked at you the way Stiles does,” the strawberry blond pointed out to you. “Think about it.”
You did as she commanded, thinking back to all those late night movie nights, the times when Scott was with Allison or Kira and you and Stiles were just off by yourselves. You loved Scott, but you and Stiles had always just seemed to click like you were two sides to the same coin. You thought about how much he made you laugh, and that he was quite possibly your favorite person.
“Oh my god,” you breathed.
“See?” Lydia asked.
“But I didn’t even tell him my decision,” you protested. “There’s no way he could be this upset because of that.”
Lydia shrugged. “The thought of losing you was probably enough to scare him. With everything we’ve lost, Y/n, I think he has a point. We need to hold on to the people we still have.”
You took a deep breath, rising from your seat and looking towards the door. “You’re right. You think he’s still here?”
“I’d try the parking lot,” she suggested.
With a quick thanks, you hurried out of the library, heading straight for the parking lot. You burst out of the school, shoving the doors aside and looking for the familiar blue jeep you loved so much. You spotted it in seconds, and you wasted no time making your way towards it.
As you got closer, you could see Stiles sitting inside, and if you weren’t mistaken, he looked like he was crying. You tapped on the glass, causing him to jump and bitterly wipe at your eyes. His expression became even more sullen as he realized it was you, and he looked away, pretending not to see you.
You rolled your eyes, tapping on the glass once more and telling him to open the window. He could still hear your muffled words through the glass, so he slowly let the window down a few inches.
“What?” he asked. “Are you here to ask me to help you pack your bags? Because-”
“Roll the window down Stiles,” you told him.
“I just di-”
“Farther,” you told him forcefully.
Stiles huffed, rolling the window down all the way. “There. You happy? Cause I’m not-”
His eyes widened as you placed your hands on his cheeks, leaning forward to press your lips against his. You kissed him forcefully, your fingers moving down to tangle in the collar of his shirt as you nearly yanked him out the window. His hands came up to cup your cheeks, doing what he had been waiting to do since the third grade.
He pulled away slightly, his brown eyes wide and confused. “Why did you do that?”
“Because I’m not going to NYU,” you told him.
“But that’s your dream school,” he protested, letting go of your face.
“It was one of them,” you agreed. “And I’m happy I got in, but I could never go to New York, Stiles. You’re right about us sticking together. It’s…it’s always been us and I know I never saw it before, but I’m going to UCLA.”
“Are you sure?” he asked you. “Is that really what you want?”
“As long as you’re there,” you told him with a smile.
Stiles grinned, wasting no time in hopping out of the jeep and bringing you into his arms. He kissed you forcefully, joy running through him and setting his body on fire as his lips moved against yours. Now he finally got to to hold you in his arms, not just as his best friend but as his girlfriend.

“So,” Scott asked from the library window as he watched you and Stiles kissing in the parking lot. “You still think the fake acceptance letter was a bad idea?”
Lydia hmmed from beside him, tapping a finger against her lips as she eyed you and Stiles. “I have to admit, McCall, you’re smarter than you look. Out of all the plans you’ve come up with, this one is probably the best. But what if she had decided to actually go to NYU?”
Scott shrugged. “Well, the real letter hasn’t come yet. She’ll probably be pretty confused when she gets two of them, but at least they’re together now.”
Lydia sighed happily. “I know, I’ve been waiting for that to happen for years. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go find Malia. She bet me that they wouldn’t get together by the end of the year, and now she owes me fifty bucks.”
“You bet on them?” Scott asked.
Lydia grinned, placing her purse over her shoulder and grabbing the textbooks she had set down on one of the tables. She headed for the doors, shooting a smirk back at Scott. “You didn’t?”

Mask

—A/N: This is how I get rid of that empty feeling in my chest that won’t go away sometimes. I turn something therapeutic for me in the direction of a fic previously requested.

This one’s for @dreaming-baka. I know you originally wanted it to be Marichat, but this turned into more of a LadyNoir.

This could be on its own, or a companion piece to Sight and Sound.

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing(s): LadyNoir

Rating: K+

Summary: Masks. They hide more than just your face. They hide your secrets. They hide your feelings. They hide your deepest pains and desires. But when you find the person who can see through the mask…

Keep them and never let go. 

Original Fic: Sight and Sound

On Ao3

On FF.net

Cool wind curled around her cheeks, brushing loose strands of her hair across her forehead. Her chin sunk deeper into her knees as she watched the tiny figures below wander around Paris. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes from both the sudden gust of wind, and the aching of her heart.

But nothing fell.

She hadn’t cried in two months, and she had no idea why.

She wanted to. She did. She could feel it in her chest and it made her angry. Just for a few minutes if she could break down, she’d feel better instead of having her chest hollow out day after day.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She bit her lower lip and wrapped her arms around her bent legs, hugging them to her chest. She wasn’t supposed to feel this way. There was no reason for what was going on. It was so stupid. So unbelievably stupid.

And she couldn’t even…

Pressing her forehead into her knees, Ladybug took a deep breath and let it out in a gust, letting her muscles go slack.

“Something bugg-ah-yew, Bug-ah-bew?”

Oh god no.

Not tonight.

No.

She curled into herself tighter, doing her best to tune him out. She didn’t want to deal with this today. With his shameless flirting and blatant worship of her mask.

Cause that’s all it was. A mask. It wasn’t her. He didn’t see her.

He just saw the mask like everyone else.

Just like…

“What’s got ya all catatonic on me, LB?” The tips of his blonde locks swung in her peripheral vision as he hung upside down from an above beam. She didn’t need to look up to know that’s what he was doing, he always did that. 

Since they were just hanging out.

She closed her eyes and evened her breathing.

In. Out. In. Out.

“Ladybug?”

His voice was soft, tender, coming from her right side. There was something different about it this time that made her turn her head.

He’d never been like this before.

There was no smirk. There was no mischievous glint in his eyes, or intent to tease her whatsoever.

He searched her face, worry all over his own, brow was furrowed. He sat next to her, muscles relaxed with one knee up and the other draped over the side of the tower. His head drooped to one side since he’d been trying to catch her eye.

“What’s wrong?”

She swallowed.

“Nothing.”

Smile.

“Liar. That mask isn’t all powerful you know. I can still see behi—”

She cut him off. “Can you though?”

He blinked as she turned toward him, gaze hard.

“Can you really, Chat? Because last time I checked, you were in love with this mask. So do you really give a crap about seeing behind it?” She scoffed and pulled back from him, standing up.

He turned to watch her as she began to pace back and forth.

“I mean, everyone else seems to be in love with it and not me, so…” she deflated, head falling into her hands.

“I…I can’t even blame you,” she choked.

“My Lady…”

She felt rather than saw him stand opposite her, pulling her hands away and tilting her face up. He brushed his thumb along the length of her cheekbone and when his hand fell she didn’t fail to see his fingers were wet.

She was crying.

She wiped the pesky saltwater from her cheeks, doing her best to bite back the tears and failing miserably.

“Ladybug, talk to me. Please.”

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around her stomach. “It would be too cruel to you, Kitty. Just leave it be.”

He rested his hands on her shoulders, giving them a soft squeeze and giving them an encouraging rub.

She looked up at him through wet lashes.

“My Lady, we’re a team. You’re my partner. Talk to me.”

The green of his eyes shone in the dark, pricking something deep in her chest. They were partners, and he was one of her best friends. There was nobody she trusted more with her life.

But could she really do this?

Could she really tell him without…

She didn’t want to see the hurt she feared would be there when it came to talking about another man. As juvenile as his flirtation seemed to be over the years, his care for her and hers for him exceeded that of friendship.

Way exceeded friendship.

His gaze pressed in on her chest, pulling the words from her mouth involuntarily.

“The person I’m in love with…” she started, avoiding his eyes. 

Breathing in deeply, she swallowed her anxiety.

“The man I love is in love with me.”

Silence.

“Well…” he trailed off. 

More silence.

She peered at him.

A crooked smile adorned his features.

“How is that a problem?”

The corner of her mouth twitched into that of a smile and she smacked him on the shoulder.

Ladybug me, Chat. Not Ma—” she caught herself, “…not me, me.”

Chat’s eyes widened, “Ooh.”

“And sometimes…” she paused, fingers coming up to the edge of her mask, “I wonder if it’s the only thing people care about. I mean, if the mask goes everyone is devastated. If I go…”

“Don’t you ever say that.”

Ladybug blinked as Chat’s hands came up to cradle her face. She tried to pull away but his grip held firm, making her look at him.

“Is that what you think?” he asked, brow furrowed, “That I love only the mask?”

Ladybug shrugged, “How could you not? It’s all you ever see. You don’t even know who I am…”

Chat shook his head, gaze hard. “I don’t see the mask, Ladybug. I never have.”

Ladybug snorted, “It’s in front of you every day. You’ve never seen anything else.”

Chat rolled his eyes and let her face go in favour of smacking the heel of his hand to his forehead. “And you think I’m dense and stupid sometimes.”

“Hey! I resent that!”

The blond smiled, “My Lady, I’ve never seen the mask.”

Ladybug crossed her arms in front of her chest, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t love you because you’re a superhero with a mask. I love you because of who you are,” Chat’s gaze fell as he looked to the streets of Paris. A shudder slithered down his spine as the cool wind tickled the back of his neck.

“The thing about these masks,” he continued, “is they let you be who you are. They hide your identity and give you the freedom to express yourself without fear of the repercussions or conflicts with the persona other people have stuck you with.”

He turned to her again.

“If anything, Ladybug, because of that mask, I know exactly who you are because you don’t have to fear keeping up appearances.”

She blinked at him.

His smile was different, less Chat-like. His eyes shone in the dark with a sincerity that only warmed her heart. He was being genuine with her.

“So what about you then?” she asked. “Are you saying this is who you really are?”

He looked away, “Mostly.”

She was about to ask what he meant when he answered her unspoken question.

“I love this mask because I get to have fun.”

The smile that lit up his face was breathtaking.

“I can leap from rooftops, I get to fight super villains, I get to have the fun I never had the chance to have growing up,” he spread his arms wide, face tilted to the sky and eyes closed.

“I’ve never been more free than I am like this.”

Chat turned to her.

“I’m not saying the person who I am without the mask isn’t a big part of me.” The corner of his mouth turned up in a small smile. “He is. But he has more of a mask than Chat ever will.”

Ladybug felt like she’d been hit with a ton of bricks.

Was she doing to Chat what she feared others were doing to her? Had she only been seeing the mask and failing to see that he was a person behind the leather she’d come to associate with him?

Her stomach sank.

“I’m so sorry, Chat,” her voice broke and she cleared her throat, “I didn’t mean—”

“Don’t worry about it, m’Lady,” he whispered, turning back to her. “You see me whether you think you do or not. I don’t blame you for that.”

He took a few steps toward her and brushed her bangs from her face.

“I just want you to know that I see you because of the mask. You’re never more yourself and it’s a pleasure.” He took her hand and kissed the back of it softly.

She didn’t pull away this time.

“The thing is,” he started, letting her finger fall from his grasp, “I know exactly what you mean. Maybe not in the exact same way, but it’s similar.”

Ladybug cocked her head to one side, “What do you mean?”

“Well…” he started, eyes narrowed in thought, “the girls who fawn over me as my civilian self tend to be put off and dislike Chat.”

Ladybug blinked, “Really?”

He laughed, “You’re one of them actually.”

Ladybug nearly choked on air.

Covering her mouth, she proceeded to hack up a lung while Chat whacked her on the back to help her. Once she caught her breath her head snapped up.

WHAT?!” 

Chat laughed. “My Lady, I found out your other identity awhile ago. Back after the Blinder laser akuma.”

Ladybug just stood there, mind blank.

He’d known for over a year?

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” she nearly screamed, pacing around in circles a few feet away from him. “I mean, like…what were you thinking?!”

He shrugged. “You didn’t want me to know about it. I didn’t mean to find out…it was an accident, and I didn’t want you to know because I wanted you to be ready for me to know.”

Oh.

She wrapped her arms around her chest, gripping her own shoulders and looking down. She didn’t want him to be disappointed in her…

“Were you…I mean…are you…” she looked up shyly.

“So happy that it’s you, Marinette,” he whispered. “It was a surprise, but then again it was a smack in the face because how could it not have been you?”

He took a step toward her.

“You’re strong.” Step. “Brave.” Step. “Kind.” Step.

“You care about your friends and would do anything to protect them.”

Step.

“You just swing by their houses to make sure they’re okay when they haven’t shown up at school for a few weeks.”

What in the world was he—

“You keep them company when it’s hard for them to see.”

Ladybug’s heart leapt.

“You make them laugh when they’re feeling low.”

He had blonde hair.

“You do everything in your power to make them happy and show them you care.”

And green eyes.

…how could she not have seen it?

“My Lady,” he was only a few inches away from her now. “It’s me who should be worried. Not that you don’t like my civilian self…” he trailed off.

“But that you don’t like this side of me,” he finished, hair shielding his face from her view.

“Oh, Chaton.”

She brushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled up at him.

“I’ve always loved all of you,” she breathed, “even if I didn’t know it.”

His face lit up as he hugged her tight and spun her around. She laughed as he did so, relishing in the elation she could feel from him.

He set her down, smiling.

“My Lady. Marinette.”

She blinked up at him, waiting.

“The man you’re in love with…is in love with you. All of you. Okay?” his face was serious, searching her to make sure she understood it.

“Okay,” she breathed, leaning into his chest.

He was warm. His heart beat beneath her ear, soothing her soul to its very core. She tightened her hold on his as his arms wrapped around her shoulders.

She’d never felt safer.

“Is that feeling gone?” he asked in her ear, voice hushed.

She nodded.

“Thank you, mon chaton.”

She felt him smile against her neck.

“Anytime, m’Lady.”

Later, when he escorted her back to her house, she caught his arm before he left.

“Chat?”

His ears twitched and perked up in response. 

She bit her lip.

“The woman you’re in love with loves you too…” she trailed off, gathering her courage before looking him directly in the eye.

“All of you.”