#I feel like I should just apologise to all people everywhere for this

[not-so-austen]

WIP Whenever

Thank you for tagging me again @im-immortal I didn't check Tumblr until a little after posting the next chapter of Love, Run. So here's a scene that will eventually be in In the Prison of His Days. Putting it under a cut because Merle Dixon is... heavily involved. So, warnings for overt racism, homophobia, and bigotry in general.

“You know he’s a cocksucker, that Jesus you’re gettin’ so damn chummy with.” 

“What’s it to you?” Daryl asked, his gaze trailing over the forest flanking each side of the road as they walked. Paul hadn’t ever said anything explicitly and with this revelation a few pieces of the puzzle he’s been turning over in his mind were beginning to fall into place. He could feel his muscles tensing and tried to force his body to relax. The last thing he needed was for his brother to see that his words had gotten under his skin in any way.

“Just an observation, little brother, no need to get your panties in a twist,” Merle said. But he barely managed three full seconds of silence. “Bad enough you’re breakin’ bread with the Chinaman -”

“He’s Korean,” Daryl cut in, correcting him.

Merle scoffed. “Same damn thing. Like I said, it’s bad enough. People’re gonna go gettin’ the wrong idea.”

“Yeah? And what idea’s that?”

Merle was quiet for far too long. Daryl’s gaze darted to him, only to find Merle watching him far too intently. His gaze dropped away quickly, his thumbnail between his teeth before he even consciously realised he’d moved his arm at all. 

“You ain’t never been quite right, can’t pretend I never noticed,” Merle said conversationally, turning his head to look at Daryl even as he trailed a few steps behind. “But playin’ at bein’ some sad dickless celibate’s better’n actin’ on any… urges you might have.” Merle’s face turned to a sneer, sounding for all the world like the words themselves were poison on his tongue.

“It ain’t-” Daryl shook his head, feeling his irritation start to override his fear of rocking the boat. “Don’t talk about it like that. Paul’s a good man.”

Merle’s footsteps came to a sudden halt and Daryl’s head jerked up to see his brother staring back at him, a look of horror and disgust on his face.

“Oh, little brother, don’t tell me you let that fag get down on his knees for you.”

Merle stared at him, long and hard, and Daryl couldn’t stand under his piercing eyes, dropping his gaze to the ground, shifting his weight awkwardly under the scrutiny. 

“Don’t tell me it’s you been bendin’ over for the likes of him,” Merle said after a good half a minute of mortifying silence that Daryl immediately missed. “You ain’t never been right, Darylina, but you at least ain’t never acted like a damn queer. Not on my watch.”

Merle sniffed, turning around and starting to walk again. After a moment of hesitation Daryl slowly started to follow, trailing in his brother’s wake as he’d done on and off for most of his life.

“You’d best get those notions out of your head. Pickin’s’re slim out here this late in the game, but we’ll find you a woman, get you on the straight n’ narrow, as it were. Gets ‘em feelin’ mighty grateful when you save their life, I'm tellin’you. We’ll sort you out, get your head on right for once in your sorry life.”

#the walking dead #twd fanfiction #wip whenever #Merle Dixon #writing merle is stressful #I feel like I should just apologise to all people everywhere for this #daryl dixon #daryl/jesus

[dumbseee]

united in grief.

f1 au/fic: in which, you’re jules bianchi’s little sister. you’re the same age as charles and grew up with him, when jules passed away your world completely fell apart, and you left monaco for paris. eight years after jules’s death you finally decide to comeback to monaco to visit your old friend.

charles leclerc x bianchi!reader.

fc: madison beer.

warnings: mention of jules bianchi, grief, angst, fluff.

note: happy eighth heavenly birthday, jules, we will always love and remember you, champion 🤍

y/n just posted a story!

caption: missed you monaco 🤍

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you really thought about going back for a while, you missed you life in monaco so much. all your friends were here, your family was here, even after jules’s death they stayed, but you couldn’t. every step you took in the luxurious city reminded you of your brother. his presence was everywhere. you were seventeen when you lost jules, he was your whole world, you always wished you were the one in that car. you left monaco for paris because you needed a fresh start in a new city where you could walk without feeling the people’s eyes on you. but a small part of your heart wondered if leaving monaco meant that you were abandoning jules too. he was buried there after all, his soul was now forever in monaco and you were leaving to run away from him.

but your parents reassured you, and told you to fly with your own wings, to find your way, that no matter what jules would be proud of you, and would follow you because he was now your guardian angel. that reassured you a lot since your worst fear was to disappoint him. but your parents were right, jules was an angel when he was still here, and he’s still one up there. so whenever you felt bad, defeated, sad, you knew jules was around you, that gave you the strength to stand up and stay strong. you had to, for your brother. to make him proud.

that’s why you decided to attend today’s race. the monaco grand prix, your brother’s home race. he loved that circuit so much because he knew his friends and family were watching him and cheering for him. you came back without telling anyone, but of course your mother had to tell pascale, so the elderly woman immediately called you to invite you to have lunch with her and lorenzo, her oldest son. you couldn’t say no, because you missed the leclerc, but also because you knew how much you leaving hurt them. you left without saying goodbye, it was too hard for you, so once jules’s funeral was over, you packed your bag and left.

pascale and lorenzo welcomed you with open arms and big smiles, the mother apologised for charles and arthur’s absence but they were busy. charles… you were glad he wasn’t here because you didn’t know how you’d be able to look him in the eye. "you should go to the grand prix with us." lorenzo had told you, with his usual warm smile. at first you refused, but after thinking it over you realised that you owned it to charles, you left him behind when he was also mourning. of course it was harder for you since he was your brother, but jules was everything to charles. his second older brother, he was also lorenzo’s best friend. you hated yourself for being such a selfish coward. guilt was eating you alive and lorenzo noticed it. "don’t be too hard on yourself y/n, jules isn’t going to be happy." he smiled and you had to fight back your tears.

so you came with the leclerc to charles’ home race, you knew that your presence would be the only talk in town and on the internet. "oh my god, y/n!" someone yelled from behind you and you smiled when you saw ‘little arthur’ like you called him back then. he ran to you and made you spin in his arms. you laughed and brushed his hair when he finally put you down. "look at you! where is my little boy?" you asked, still laughing. he flexed his muscles and flashed you a cocky smile before pascale came to hit him in the head. "where is charles?" she asked. "getting ready in the garage, he’s really nervous, i think you should go say hi." he told you. you immediately took a step back, you were nervous as hell too, but for different reasons than charles. what if he didn’t want to see you? what if seeing you ruin his race? what if-… "he still talks about you y/n, he misses you so much you have no idea." pascale chimes in, patting your shoulder.

you were in front of charles’ driver room, you knew that he was just behind it. you could hear voices inside which had to be charles and his teammate. you closed you eyes and knocked three times before waiting. a tall and tan man opened the door for you, he smiled at you and you recognised him as carlos sainz. "isa is waiting for me, see you on track charles." he told charles. "it’s nice seeing you here, y/n." you smiled and watched him go. you took a deep breath before walking into the room. your hands were sweaty and you didn’t know where to look. "y/n?" you haven’t heard his voice in nearly a decade, so him calling your name startled you. "h-…" you couldn’t even finish that charles had closed the gap between you, pulling you in his arms. his face was buried in your neck and his arms were hugging you tightly. you were completely frozen, you didn’t expect him to be that affectionate after what you did to him. "charles, i’m so sorry for leaving." tears were now rolling down your cheeks. he broke the hug and immediately wiped your tears.

"sorry for what?" he asked, furrowing his eyebrows. his hands rested on your shoulders, his touch soothing you. "i’m not mad at you for leaving, y/n. i just wished i was here with you to help you through the grieving process." he smiled and you looked at the ground. he was too good to you, you didn’t deserve it. "you lost jules too, i acted like i was the only one grieving, i didn’t realise the impact my brother had on people’s lives." charles gently kissed your forehead and stroked your cheek. "let’s talk about that later, let me enjoy your presence, you don’t know how much i missed you." he hugged you once again, and this time you wrapped your arms around him, savouring the moment. "my lucky charm is back in town." you couldn’t refrain your laugh at his cheesy comment.

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"and charles leclerc wins the monaco grand prix for the first time in his career!" the whole stadium cheered for the monegasque meanwhile you couldn’t stop crying. he won. he won in monaco. it was his goal and he did it. pascale hugged you while cheering for her son, lorenzo and arthur ran to their brother. but you stayed in your seat, looking at him jumping everywhere and celebrating with his brothers and carlos. then, when he turned around to face your direction he did something that sent shivers all over your body. he pointed at you, then at his heart, and then at the sky. this was jules’s celebration every time he’d win something and you were there to support him. he honoured jules even when he finally fulfilled his dream. "jules, you are so loved." you muttered to yourself, looking up at the bright sky.

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y/n: coming back in monaco was hard, but i wanted to be here for charlie, i was scared at first because i knew that i handled my brother’s death terribly but in eight years i forgot how kind you were. i finally understood why jules loved you so much. congratulations on winning your first grand prix in monaco! i’m so proud of the man you became charles, i know that my brother is proud of you and will always look after you. je t’aime charlie ♥️

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charles_leclerc: this one was for you, and of course jules, i’m so happy to have you back, je t’aime aussi ♥️

fan1: i can’t stop crying wtf

fan2: jules’ death affected everyone, even the people who never even met him, like me, he was such an angel

fan3: your brother is proud of you y/n! don’t be too hard on yourself!

fan4: we love you!

fan5: so happy to see you healthy!

fan6: man, this family suffered too much, i hope they’re happy now

fan7: charles and y/n relationship is so cute omg

fan8: the way he dedicated his win to the bianchi siblings 🥺

#f1 fandom #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 social media au #f1 x oc #f1 x reader #f1 x you #f1 au #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #cl16 #cl16 x reader #cl16 imagine #formula one x y/n #formula one x reader #formula one x you #formula one

[wayfayrr]

By your side from day one <3

finally set aside some time to finish off wilds turn for being self aware, the smartest one who found a way to get out without breaking your tv and getting the glass shards of screen everywhere. I'll be back on requests and such soon though!! <3

[masterlist]

“Come on [name], you can’t be serious about missing out on plans just to talk to someone you don’t even know is real.”

“You say like I would want to go clubbing tonight either way, besides he’s said he’s just been working up the courage to video call.”

“And you trust that?”

They’ve got enough of a conscious to look a bit ashamed when I look at them, I know they’re worried for me but of all the things to be so worked up about this seems harmless. 

“What if I told you that he was messaging me and telling me to stop talking to you.”

“Can you show me the proof.”

“Well… no. he deleted them immediately afterwards.”

Are they just jealous? This is so unlike them that it’s offputting. I know they can get a little worked up when I get close to other people but accusing my online friend - accusing wild - of threatening them? It’s petty and childish. Are they afraid I’ll replace them or something? 

“Okay, alright. This isn’t going to make me cut him off you know?”

“[name]...”

“Reach out when you don’t feel like senselessly trying to cut me off from others. I’ll see you around.”

Hopefully, it’s sooner rather than later, but if they don’t? It’s their own fault they thought they would need to sabotage my other relationships to get closer to me. They even have the audacity to call out after me as I’m leaving, still trying to warn me about him, like they can’t accept I would dare get close to anyone else. Not like it doesn’t feel awful potentially losing a friend like this, but what can I really do?

The trip home seems to pass in a blur, until I’m already collapsed onto my couch with a familiar notif going off on my phone. Opening it proves it is exactly what I expected it to be, a message from him, asking me how my day has gone showing me more care than nearly every other person in my life ever has. Not expecting me to drop everything on a dime for him, even if recently he’s been getting more possessive in his messages like he wants to be serious when I’ve never seen his face. 

- I’ve been decent, met up with a friend. Not much really, you? - 

- Had to do chores for someone I don’t like >:( wanna get away from everything tbh - 

- why not just up and leave? - 

- I mean, it’s not like I haven’t been planning something - 

Seems like the possessive streak has worn off now then, so I don’t have to worry about mentioning friends again. There isn’t even a reason he should be possessive of me though, unless he’s got a secret crush or something. Which I hope he doesn’t, he’s been speaking to me for barely a couple of weeks. 

- You free to call tonight? It’s been a while. - 

- I’m good rn if you are. I’ll just grab my headphones - one sec - 

- :DD perf perf - 

Honestly a call will be nice, I can just zone out for a bit, play some games and chat. It’s the perfect way to destress after everything that happened earlier, I still can’t believe they threw away our friendship over something so small. Maybe I should just block their number and drop them even if they do try and apologise, I don’t really need people like that in my life. 

“So then love, any plans for tonight?”

“I thought you said you were gonna drop calling me that?”

“It’s silly and you didn’t answer my question anyway.”

“Nah not really. I’m just loading up breath of the wild, been a bit since I’ve -”

“Oh shit.”

Has wild been link this whole time, wait - how did he get access to the internet, HOW IS HE SENTIENT?  

He’s just sitting in his hateno house, holding the sheikah slate like a phone and silently, through the switch anyway, talking. The look of horror on his face is gut-wrenching though.

“You - you…”

“Oh - uh - I mean. Come on love it’s not that bad is it? I - I’m not going to hurt you, I swear.”

“I don’t think I want to deal with this right now… I’m sorry I just.”

The look of horror and shame shifted terrifyingly fast when he noticed me moving to turn off the switch, replacing itself with fear and anger before he steeled himself, and presses his hand against the slate’s screen?

…

He - he’s reached through my phone to grab onto my wrist. 

“No, don’t turn me off, I can’t go back to being just a voice. Please”

“How… how are you DOING THIS?”

“That… Isn’t what matters right now.”

His grip feels so nervous, he looks it too - which makes sense, I would probably be petrified if I lost my body just because I was trapped in a game. I can’t turn him off that would be cruel… he deserves better than that. 

It instantly lightened as I moved to sit back down, a sigh of relief echoing through both my tv speakers and my phone, as he let go the second I sat with his hand retreating through my unbroken phone. 

“Okay, you promise you won’t try to turn me off?”

“I won’t if you’ll explain.”

“That - that’s fair, I can do that for you love and - if I told you that I think I’ve figured out a way to get out? Would you let me live with you?”

“So that’s why you were so forward abou- yes you can. When you’ve explained everything. And made it certain you’re not planning to kill me because you’re scared of me sending you back.”

The reverb’s stopped now, which makes talking a lot more pleasant and less like he’s trying to intimidate me now, not that I blame him for it if I was about to condemn him back to that hellscape. I just, I really hope he isn’t trying to get out just to kill me, I don’t think I would ever be able to get over my childhood crush wanting to kill me even if he has every right to want that.

“What- No no I don’t - why - why would you think I would ever want to even hurt you let alone KILL. I - love I. I love you. That’s why I’m doing all of this - I - I.”

He’s crying. I should’ve known that he wouldn’t do anything like that - it’s within his right to - but he’s link, he’s the hero, the protagonist who was stuck to my side through it all. I know I shouldn’t have said that it wasn’t meant to be cruel but it was careless enough to hurt him. 

“I’m sorry, I came on to strong, you - you have every right to be scared of me. I promise though love I - I will never hurt you ever.”

“I know… I just panicked. You can explain now I won’t overreact again I swear. Or if you’d prefer -”

“If I would prefer..?”

“Why not get out first, then explain?”

Lighting up a firework in my face would have been less blinding than his smile in that moment, it’s such a sweet smile - a genuine one too. Meaning that I said the right thing, that I’m doing the right thing by giving him this chance. 

Hopefully, I won’t regret it.

“Really? You’ll let me do that?”

“I think it’s a good idea, it’ll be easier to talk to you as well. Just - how are you going to go this?”

“Um, oh, well uh, I think I could possibly make your switch into a mock version of a warp medallion? Then link my slate to it and just well”

“That makes sense, you can go ahead then, shouldn’t take long right?”

“No, no it won’t.”

A couple of seconds was all the wait it needed for him to stumble out of the blue lights and right onto me, clearly disorientated by the shift into reality. Probably not as bad as any of the 2d links would have struggled to be fair to him. It was an even shorter wait for him to jump onto me and cling even tighter than a koala could ever hope to, nuzzling up against my neck like it’s the only - because - it’s the only real touch he’s ever felt. 

“So you want to explain then?”

“Could we wait? That took much more effort than I thought. I just want to rest a bit if that’s alright.”

“As soon as you’re rested enough to. You going to sleep for a bit then?”

“No I still want to talk, just about something less taxing?”

Seems like he’s more dodging the topic than anything, which is fine I can get him to talk about it later, there really isn’t a rush for anything. It’s fine. Besides he’s like an excited kid that’s staying up way past his bedtime right now, where’s the harm in staying like this for a bit?

“Mind if I ask why you’re so determined to call me ‘love’ then?” 

“Because you’re everything to me, my light, my love, my life - you’ve been with me through everything. From when I woke to killing ganon and you didn’t abandon me there. You’ve shown me your favourite cities, stuck with me when you had the choice to choose others because you said I am you favourite, so really? How could I not love you?”

“You were aware even in Mariokart?” 

His giggle is sweet, he’s so charming right now, especially with how unaware of it he is. It’s so earnest and unfiltered, just so raw, I could go the rest of my life with that being the only thing I ever hear again. Compared to how he acted in cutscenes as well? He’s happy. Tired but happy.

“Oh before I forget, You should be expecting a delivery actually!”

“What.”

“I’ve been wanting to get out of the game for a while so I ordered some things to try make myself more appealing to you.”

“Like what? Link you didn't need to do anything like that.”

He just shrugged, seems like I won’t be getting an answer to that till whatever arrives whenever it does. Seems he really wasn’t lying about being tired though, he’s already starting to fall asleep laying against me like this. Thankfully he’s light enough to move to a more comfortable position, although theres nothing I can do about how tightly he’s holding me and truthfully? There’s nothing I want to do about it.

“Y’know I think I could get used to this.”

“Yo’ will I pr’mise, I’ll make you addicted to m’.”

“Well that isn’t ominous at all… and you’re already asleep.” 

#linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #link x reader #yandere link #lu wild #lu wild x reader #botw x reader #botw link x reader #moss✦writes #botw link #tloz #self aware au #self aware tloz

[sleepyhutcherson]

wish i wasn’t so tired

on your way back home an argument between you and mike gets heavy when the words “this isn’t love, is it?” slips from one of you.

pairing: mike schmidt x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

contains: argument, use of y/n, miscommunication, angst, reference to marriage, not a happy ending? boygenius lyrics being referenced </3

a/n: tired of writing fluff (jk i love fluff) but i come from a miserable fandom (before i entered the jhutch one) aaand im so used to writing heavy angst. anyway, i should be working on my request not this but :p

What a perfect scenery to go with the intense argument. the rain angrily hits against the window drowning out any sound with the harshness of it. Unfortunately, not enough to drown your voice nor Mike’s, the rain mimicking the aggression and anger of your voices.

“I don’t remember,” Mike repeats, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight enough his knuckles turned white. He was speeding, trying to get home.

“I just want to know what happened! You came home with your knuckles busted, blood everywhere and you’re suddenly unemployed, and you won’t even tell me what happened?!” You're facing him but his focus is on the road (as it should) and there’s this dull, emotionless expression on his face that makes you feel alone.

He doesn’t say anything and for a moment you think maybe he won’t say anything at all. He continues driving, his gaze fixated on the road while you stare at him feeling so stupid. You close your eyes, wishing you could disappear from this moment. Wishing you could just apologise to him, but you knew better, you had no reason to apologise to him. You were just concerned about him, you just wanted to know why his knuckles were bloody.

You blink when you realise Mike is pulling to the side of the road, putting the car in park.

“This isn’t love, is it?” Mike asks, meeting your eyes now. There’s a sadness to them that you’re familiar with, you see those sad brown eyes whenever he’s overwhelmed, stressed, tired of work, when his aunt calls, when abby ignores him after an argument but never towards you.

And those words. the question. The genuine curiosity to his tone when he asked it.

“W-What?” You stammer, hoping that maybe you misheard him. But you knew you didn’t.

“I mean, all we do is argue.” You sit up straight, turning away from Mike. You stare straight forward, you wish the road wasn’t so empty maybe you could distract yourself by looking for different licences plates.

You swallow, your throat dry suddenly. “Then what is it?” If it’s not love then what it is?

None of you have a response which only makes it worse. You loved mike, you really did, you never doubted that. There was a moment a few months ago where the two of you referenced getting married soon, Mike giddy about proposing, and you were over the moon about the idea.

And now?

Mike loves you, he’s never felt so in love with someone until he met you, never felt more loved by anyone else but you. But recently, his job has been killing him and he’s only worked at it for three days. his sleeping schedule is fucked, he isn’t ever really sleeping like most people do, not in the way that one falls asleep to get rest but in the way that he’s going back to the same dream every night looking for something—or, someone, in his case. His aunt is trying to take custody of Abby and he can’t let that happen but God he’s so fucking scared.

But he won’t say any of this to you. Not about how stressed he’s been, how tired, how scared and sad. Fuck’s sake you don’t even know that he could lose custody of Abby.

“Maybe it isn’t,” You say, not daring to turn to look at Mike. “But can…can I at least pretend that you love me?” Your voice is small, ready to break.

Mike’s brows furrow, he can hear the hurt in your voice. He hates hurting you. He can never just shut the fuck up can he? He didn’t mean to say what he did, he really didn’t. “Y/n, I… I do love you, so, so much.” Mike reaches for you, cupping your face, forcing you to look at him. Your eyes are watery, full of tears that are ready to spill.

“You do love me?” You ask, looking up, your eyes locked with Mike’s. He frowns at your words.

“I’ll always love you. I hate hurting you. I’m so sorry.” He says through a clenched jaw, his words a little sharp layered with a desperation to get you to believe him. He pulls you in, peppering kisses on your face. it’s not enough, he thinks, you deserve so much more than this—than him.

“Then why do you?” You whisper, bringing Mike to halt. He pulls from you, staring at you with the most hurt expression you think you’ve ever seen. “I just…just want to know you—to help you, but you’re always pushing me away.”

He looks down at his bruised knuckles with shame, falling quiet suddenly. You know about his brother, about the entire incident, and about his parents but he never told you just how much it all affected him. how it still affects him.

You place your hand over his, gently rubbing over the healing bruise. They looked nasty even after days, too vicious for Mike. He loves how you touch him, he doesn’t care that his knuckles sting at the touch because he longs for your touch, desperate for it. He becomes more needy for it while you two are arguing, he wishes he could just pull you in while you were biting at each other, wanting nothing more but to be held by you. He would allow you to continue to bite, he wouldn’t mind if you continued to sink your teeth into him; he would take the pain, endure it even…if you just held him.

“I’m sorry,” he manages to say, “I wish I wasn’t so tired...” he exhales, trying to keep his voice steady. “But I’m tired.” It comes out weaker than he hoped, his words falling and breaking.

“oh, Mike,” you sigh, reaching up and now it’s your turn: you cup his face, your other hand reaching up to run it through his curls. “Talk to me. you know that’s what i’m here for.” You keep your tone gentle, stroking his cheek softly with your thumb.

Mike knows this. he knows that if he could talk to anyone that it would definitely be you. He just can’t. he doesn’t understand it either, doesn’t know why he can’t just open up.

He doesn’t want to talk, not really. He doesn’t want you to think he’s broken. he doesn’t want you to know how much of a mess he is, how he thinks his life is slowly falling apart right now. How he might lose custody of his little sister. How he’s looking for his brother in his dreams that are turning into nightmares. How he thinks he may be losing you, too.

“Can we just go home?” He croaks, his eyes welling up with tears. He doesn’t want to cry. He doesn’t want you to see him cry either.

You frown. You just wanted to be there for him, you wish he would let you help him, if that’s too much for him then you’ll sit there and listen. You just wanted to know what was hurting him, who hurt him. God, you just wish you could read his mind.

You frown when he pulls away from you starting up the car. You just wanted to help. You wanted to take whatever struggles he had, most of all you wanted to know what he was struggling with. What was bothering him? If only he talked to you. But clearly he wasn’t going to open up anytime soon.

You force an “okay,” accepting your loss.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt comfort #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt angst #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fluff #josh hutcherson fluff #josh hutcherson smut #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson #five nights at freddy's #fnaf movie

[winterrrnight]

hi baby!! congrats you so deserve it!💘💘💘💘

can i request for rafe 6 or 29? whichever you like more💘

hey cami!! thank you sooo much darling 🥹🥹 i really have no words on how much your support means to me; you've been there since almost the beginning and you've never failed to shower love on my fics 🫶🏻 it really means so much to me <3 i hope you like this!! I used both the prompts :)

cherry flavoured

PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: you and Rafe have your first kiss, and he tastes just like cherries.

WARNINGS: fluff, kissing, the reader is a little shy and nervous, rafe is a massive softie + ignore any little grammatical/spelling mistakes!

EDITH SPEAKS: I think this came out pretty cute! This girl here hasn't had her first kiss yet (spare me please, I've had zero luck with guys or girls also I want it to be w someone special, not just anyone) so I think when I'll have it this is literally how I'll react :')

PROMPTS REQUESTED: "quit smiling at me. I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that." & "should we like, talk about it?" "aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha-" "let me see if I can jog your memory."

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He looks at you, a softer look taking over his eyes as he gazes over the warmth in your cheeks and your slightly swollen lips. You find your mind going in a haze as you think about how you just kissed Rafe for the first time.

You both met each other at one of his parties, you being new to the island, had no idea about anyone at the party except your friend who dragged you there. You had just taken a cup full of your drink and were desperately trying to navigate your way all alone throughout the crowd of people, your friend long gone with some guy.

Even though you were extremely careful, it was not enough, because the exact thing you were dreading happened. You bumped into someone, and you mentally cursed yourself for wearing a white cardigan, because it seeped through the material and stained it, and not to mention how it started to stick to your skin in an ungodly manner.

The guy in front of you, which you learnt is the one who's party you're at, was totally embarrassed with what he did; apologised nothing less than a 100 times, and when his attempt of trying to wipe it off with some paper towels failed, he took you to his room upstairs to give you some of his clothes. Not to forget he kept on apologising to you, and at one point, you forgave him, because you knew it was just an honest mistake (and also because you can only hear the word 'sorry' so many times).

Oh and you were so glad you did forgive him, because his clothes were some of the most comfortable you've ever worn. He let you take any one of his crewneck, and you chose one in your favorite color. It encased you in warmth and his scent of fresh detergent, which provided you immediate comfort.

But instead of going down back, you both sat on the floor next to each other and talked. He made you laugh a lot, but also, made sure to not make you super uncomfortable with questions you may not want to answer. At the end, you had to leave, but he didn't let you go without asking you out on a date and with your number in his phone.

And now here you are, right after one of your dates, where he kisses you with all the courage he has. You knew you've been wanting this for too long now, so when he started leaning back, you pressed your lips back onto his, pulling him closer to you and kissing him deeper, and harder.

When you pull back, he looks at you, and you find your cheeks heating up, red coating you everywhere. After a few moments of silence, Rafe decides to speak up.

"Should we like, talk about it?" He says, you knowing fully well he means the kiss.

A giggle escapes your lips as you start to speak. Well, speak is the wrong choice of word. You ramble.

"Aboutwhatnothingweirdhashappenedlatelyhaha-" you say in one breath, as you feel your hands getting sweaty. Rafe only looks at you with a grin; you getting nervous around him and jumbling up all your words is one of the first things he found cute about you.

"Let me see if I can jog your memory," he mumbles, leaning in to kiss you again. And you don't pull back. Why would you? He tastes so addictive, reminding you of cherries, and you only crave more with each passing second.

When he pulls back again, he's giggling at your expression, your face even more red than before (is that even possible?), your lips shiny and your eyes gleaming with the light of the lamp post you're both standing under.

He absolutely cannot stop smiling at you. You've made him so happy, he cannot fathom it. It's so easy for him to cheer up just the moment he spots you; you're the ray of sunshine falling onto the dark side of his moon.

You want to say something, anything, but your mind is all fuzzy and only random words leave your mouth. Rafe giggles harder as he wraps his arms around you and hugs you close to him.

You look at him, his lips still pulled in a smile, you think he hasn't stopped smiling since the date started.

"Quit smiling at me. I can't stop messing up my sentences with you looking at me like that." Finally, finally a proper sentence leaves your mouth, one which isn't spoken in a single breathe or isn't just necessarily a stack of words.

Rafe presses his lips to your forehead, his laughs slowly dying and your heart rate calming down as you stand hugging under the warm light of the lamp post.

You've never felt so serene.

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🐞 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 5 (hufflepuff fem reader)

♪ a lots gonna change : weyes blood

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

♡ warnings: angst

tagged: @miawastakens @watercolorskyy @pinkynecktie

also to the last person who requested to be tagged, im so sorry but i cant seem to find your blog when i try to tag it :(

by the way a reference to the last chapter, i realised adrian pucey is two years older than harrys year, so for the sake of it not being weird just pretend he was a year older than us

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You cried all night.

You didn’t know if whether you had swayed him, or distanced him from you even more. Each passing thought that involved him had only provoked your yearning tears. By the end of the long evening, your pillow was wet with the heartbreak and sadness you wept for him.

You were stupid enough to believe he was for you. The muggleborn girl and the pureblooded boy with a family full of blood supremacists which he was surely influenced from — yeah, right. What a foolish imagination you must have.

Dawn had rolled around, and your quiet sobs had eventually stopped and morphed into your sleep. The bright light of the sun shone through the fogged window, reflecting onto your hair. Your yellow duvet covers were spread everywhere, and the mascara you had worn from the ball before had stained your pillow like watery, black ink.

You rose up from your slumber, increasingly light headed from all the thinking you had been doing all night. It was time to finally get on with your life, and leave this all behind. Your feelings for him would have to disappear, soon enough.

Your ball dress was still on, and was crumpled from the action of tossing and turning restlessly in your bed.

A letter was positioned unknowingly on the windowsill. You noticed that the window door was open, the cold air hitting your face like a vent. You saw that a midnight feathered owl with amber eyes as bright as streetlights perched on the sill, looking at you with its pupils dilating.

Eagerly, you opened the letter, hoping it to be from your parents. They had only just figured out how to use the owl. But the envelope looked too classy, too posh even. Nothing like the basic white envelopes you’d usually see.

It had a certain family emblem on the black seal.

Ripping the top of the envelope, you lifted the mysterious letter from the pocket. You had almost instantly recognised the handwriting, as you had seen it in your potions class not too long ago. It was Malfoy’s.

The words were carefully carved with ink on the parchment, and ink smudges seemed to be far less of a problem for him to prevent than it was for you. Using a quill and proper ink was still something to get used to, even if it had been 4 years. You anxiously let your eyes scan the page, a lump forming in your hoarse throat from all the sobbing. To….

I apologise for my previous behaviour last night

I understand that I may have upset you. This is quite new to me actually. I’m too wrapped up in myself to recognise others problems, if I am being honest.

However, while I still stand by what I said about us not working out, I do want to create a compromise with you. And before you ask, I’ve dealt with Astoria. It was entirely difficult for me to tell her. And to be honest, I am feeling quite down. But I’m still so confused on where my heart is leading and I don’t want to lead her on either. She’s one of the only people I care about. Except for my family and some others which I won’t name.

If you are so desperate, it will have to be a hidden secret between us. If I ever eventually decide to let myself love you, while the guilt might weigh heavily on me, I am not afraid of it. It is quite dismaying knowing that you aren’t a pure-blood like I am, but I want to learn to be more tolerant at least. And I’ll try to be more open. But don’t let a word slip out. I’m sorry if I am asking much. I should really not ask you of anything, but I can’t help it. I’m still adjusting to this. I thought it would be so easy, love. But it’s not. Sometimes we fall in love with the wrong people. But I don’t want to label you as wrong. Rather — unexpected. My family will surely be disappointed, so it’s why I’m so hesitant. But it’s a risk I am willing to take for my heart to finally be at rest. It has been tugging on me for weeks.

Do answer me later. Moreover, maybe I can explain it to you better in person.

Draco Malfoy

You saw your tears melt onto the paper. Different emotions poured through you like a rainfall, you felt excited and happy, but also unnerved. It disappointed you that he couldn’t accept you in the first place.

You found out your quill and a pot of ink.

To Malfoy,

Thank you for your letter. I am glad that you’ve explained to me your feelings. Sometimes writing it down makes everything better.

But please, do accept me as I am. I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you won’t find comfort in. Plus, it would put me in danger too. I don’t know what your family is like, but I don’t want to entrust them just yet.

However, I do feel similarly. Maybe we could try it.

I’d be glad to keep it a secret for you.

From…

You finally signed your name in one swoop of your quill.

“Hopefully..” You say to yourself, handing the addressed envelope to the messenger owl.

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thank you all so much for reading this fic, i appreciate all the support youve given me so much and im excited to write more future ones for you soon ♡

also im sorry if the ending seems quite rushed, i had no idea what to do and i didnt want to keep anyone waiting too long :( ill try to improve on this in the future and hopefully, not pressure myself too much with releasing chapters

#harry potter #harry potter fic #draco x reader #angst #draco angst #draco imagine #draco malfoy angst #draco x female reader #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco x muggleborn!reader #draco x muggleborn

[gay-dorito-dust]

could u do the reader is high or drunk and xavier’s been looking for her. he finds her and he takes care of her and readers clingy and keeps apologising for worrying him

A/n: the depiction of the reader being high in this fic isn’t the over all experiences of someone who smokes weed as the effects of weed differs from person to person. I’m only adding this here to reinstate that this fic isn’t meant to be taken as an generalisation of weed consumption.

And yes I don’t know much about weed consumption because I’ve never tried before (I wouldn’t know where to begin even if I did.) so try not to take the depiction so seriously because at the end of the day. It’s just a fic.

Xavier is an worrier through and through but this trait of his only got worse when you were involved in anything he perceived as remotely dangerous. So much so that it’s no wonder that a lot of people would’ve liked to believe that he’d have you in bubble wrap 24/7. Tracker chip and all.

So when he near enough had a close encounters with a full blow panic when he couldn’t find you anywhere on school grounds before bolting up to your dorm, flinging open the door only to be met with the strong smell of weed and you laying flat on your back upon your bed, staring up at the ceiling as your eyes darted here there and everywhere with childlike wonder as though you were seeing something he wasn’t.

Marijuana induced hallucinations. He assumed.

Still Xavier was happy to have found you somewhere safer then the likes of a hallway or outside in the depths of the forest somewhere. Xavier gently sat himself down on the edge of your bed as to not freak you out and gently tap a finger on the back of your hand.

You would’ve startled but fascinated at the fact that whatever you were seeing floating/ moving before you somehow managed to gain corporeal essence and actually grab you but once you found your solace in Xavier’s hazel eyes, a smile broke out on your face.

“Xavi.” You greeted.

“You nearly had me scared to death y/n. Nobody I knew could say where you were and I was looking for you all over school.” Xavier said as he tightened his hold on your hand. The whole Hyde situation didn’t ease the fear clenching his heart and the idea that there might’ve been the smallest of chances that you could’ve gotten hurt by that thing only made fear grip his heart all that more harder.

You blinked once, then twice, then three times before they furrow hard in concentration at his words before yours instinctually started to well up out of seemingly nowhere, “I’m sorry baby, I didn’t meant to worry you. I tried to text you but that nasty bitch goblin looking mother fucker took it from me.” You then flipped the middle finger to the corner of your room where Xavier assumes this ‘nasty bitch goblin’ was holding your phone hostage when it was on the charging port beside your bed on your desk, but he chose not to say anything about it because you were just too adorable.

“It’s alright baby, now that I know that your okay, all is forgiven. I just over reacted like I always did so I should apologise also for being overbearing due to everything going on recently.” Xavier said, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly but was taken aback when you crawled into his lap and cuddled yourself into his chest, squeezing him like he was a overgrown teddy bear. “I’m sorry for making you worry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You chanted into his collar bone. Tightening your grip on his purple hoodie as though he’d slip through your grasp.

“It’s okay baby,” Xavier whispered into your head as he prepped kisses there whilst keeping you close to him as he leant back onto your bed, “no need to apologise.” You were beginning to feel drowsy/fatigued and a little clinger then usual as you buried your head into the crook of Xavier’s neck, hiding your face from view. “I’m sorry.” You said tiredly. “Hi tired, I’m Xavier.” Xavier immediately responds with that made you chuckle a little at his penchant for really, really bad jokes and or puns on par with a middle aged dad.

“Stop, I mean it, I’m sorry for making you worry.” You whined, attempting to hide your smile but it didn’t work when Xavier moved his head and some of his hair that helped aid in covering you from sight. “No my cover!” You gasped aloud when you felt your face being exposed to the light within your room. “You traitor.” You pointed to Xavier’s hair as he only smiled at your pouting look of betrayal.

“I’m sure my hair apologises but your starting to look kinda sleepy, do you want me tuck you into bed and get you something to eat for when you wake up?” Xavier asked and you burrowed yourself in foggy thought for a while before squeaking out your reply. “Yes please.”

“Alright, hop into bed then.” He told you as he then watched as you departed from him to crawl under the covers and the moment your head presses against the pillow, it became gradually harder for you to keep your eyes open. “Get some sleep, I’ll be back soon.” Xavier said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Okay, again I’m sorry for making you worry.” You say softly as Xavier sighs. “I’d rather worry my head off about you then not for it tells me that feelings for you are still as strong as they were when I frost saw you.”

He then got up and turned to leave, though not before looking back towards your bed one more time to see you soundly asleep.

#xavier thorpe fic #xavier thorpe fanfic #xavier thorpe imagine #xavier thorpe imagines #xavier thorpe x you #xavier thorpe x reader #Xavier x reader #Xavier x you #Xavier imagine #Xavier imagines #Xavier fic #Xavier fanfic

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I feel bad for Starlo. (pt. 2)

Had they just let him get Clover the badge (and literally finish the best day of his life since, again, Clover's gotta go) and then all sat down to chat, everything would have been solved in minutes. Because clearly Starlo's main motivation is making sure other people are happy, right? If they tell him they're not happy, he'd sure as heck care about that. Just look at how he tells the group to have fun with Clover:

btw, this is a human they SHOULD be excited to talk to more since well... they're a human. It's a once in a lifetime opportunity, and they are SUPPOSED to be into the western culture almost as much as Star, or at least that's what Star thought. More on this later

But no, gotta act jealous instead, call Starlo's training lackluster...

Then you make a better one, Ed, instead of complaining, Star's mind was too occupied with everything, as it always is. The town needs to be led by someone every day after all. It's all harder than it looks, you've gotta focus on schedules, new ideas, and most importantly radiating positive energy even in the worst of times

...say he's been throwing them around for human business...

huh Moray?? He didn't force you to do anything, you all just went with it. If you hated the training, y'all never said it. Ed also says how he basically doesn't want to participate in the trolley problem which I found sorta.. weird. I mean, it's not very likely that in all the years they've spent roleplaying here, they've never done this before. And even if they hadn't, it really is logical to assume Ed didn't really mean he was terrified and was just acting to make the scene more "dramatic" The five of them ARE sort of actors anyway (why would he be scared tho? it's not a real train that's coming, no real danger here, just harmless fun)

... and apparently call him a meanie and a big-headed sheriff:

HOW is he a meanie Mooch?? How??? He was just trying to be helpful and got too into everything. It's not the same as being mean on purpose. And even if he DID act prouder than usual, he honestly had every right to do it. After everything he's tried to do for the underground, his friends and family, he had every right to lift himself up. All you guys ever did was tag along with him everywhere apparently, never having to worry about anything but your own hobbies, had a secure AND fun job thanks to your boss, a place to live, nap times, PLUS Star was always a nice leader (Ed himself admits this; from my previous blog). How do I know he was nice? Aside from signs in the game, the gang only argued over trivial matters (IDK what exactly but Dina said this)

And Ace... wdym you're following them??

Why??? Star literally praised you and thanked you! What the heck?? Yeah life dealth him a bad hand but you're not doing anything about this situation aside from leaving.

I love all four of them, but honestly, It's not like Star ditched any of you, he didn't ever act angry (besides when Ed insulted his mission, which IS frustrating because: 1) he tried his best to make it enjoyable for everyone 2) this comment Ed made contradicts everything Starlo wanted to feel that day: genuinely proud, happy, useful, important. He wanted to enjoy himself as much as possible and bring as much joy to others as he could. And he was right to want that... especially after all he's already done. Or tried to do. Even though he's too fiery, too passionate, *too much,* why didn't anyone let him know this? Why didn't they tell him he's NOT been making anyone happy, aside from the tourists? Why keep lying to him until his breaking point?

Better explained down here during a discussion in the messages here on tumblr in case ya'll have the patience to read it ↓

Just... After thinking things through, I've started seeing things from a different pov. Yeah, the Four apologise to Clover in neutral, but Starlo STILL has to be the one to come to THEM for forgiveness. Forgiveness for what exactly? What did he do that was worse than what YOU guys did to HIM? (you too Ceroba, especially you, and I'll talk about this VERY soon, in a few days)

Forgetting to tie them off the rails (Ceroba forgot too) because he was too excited to well... feel like a somebody for the first time, like a real sheriff with a real deputy? Putting his needs and feelings first for once instead of walking outside his house at night and whispering to himself and thinking about every single problem he has on his plate? (I think it isn't the sheriff stuff he thinks about) Thinking he was doing the right thing by doing what he thought would be fun for everyone? Being kind to Clover? Not ditching his posse and just... idk, not running off to have an imaginary adventure with the human kid, with just the two of them? What the heck, guys.

Now, I'd understand if he'd been saying stuff like "Alright y'all, you better listen to everything I say, you understand!? Clover is the greatest thing since sliced bread, while all of you all nothing but a drag! Tch. Losers." Or "If you don't do this and that, you're fired for good! Clover will replace you! You're all lame anyway!" Or "Clover, get over here and join me on this and that! Right. NOW."

Starlo literally never said something even CLOSE to this. Only after Ed left did he let him and everyone else go, then blurted out "I was considering firing y'all anyway!" Honestly what I know about Star is that he's fiery and passionate and just snapped because he didn't understand why they left. He had done everything right.. right? He couldn't, no, wouldn't comprehend that his whole life in the Wild East has been a big fat lie. It hurt emotionally and his coping mechanism were always distractions. So he refused to see what he had (accidentally) caused.

In short, what bothers me is that all blame is put on Starlo and he's the only one who has to say sorry when he genuinely didn't know any better. Some folks just aren't introspective enough to notice people's true feelings and Star's one of them. And even if he's good at that, he's been so foused on this whole Wild East thing to think about that too, on top of everything.

He literally had to just stare off into the distance and rethink all his life choices that led him to this point (based on his letter), when instead he could have been a lone entertainer from the start. I mean, he carried all the comedy and charm on his own anyway (imo). He'd get to live his passion, plus entertain the tourists, plus boost his own confidence, PLUS none of his friends would be stuck at a job they hate! PLUS Ceroba, while still staying at Star's, could have gotten a better night's sleep with only the two of them being roommates! It would have been a win win win win win kinda situation if only they hadn't been lying to him for such a long time and just spoke up openly. Simple as that!

#sorry for the long rant #i'm crazy about this game #and these characters #starlo #uty #starlo uty #undertale yellow #uty starlo #i won't stop posting these till i get everything out #I know the ff and ceroba probably wanted to spare him from getting disappointed #But still #It's better to be honest and say it as it is #Both the ff and star had good intentions #But a bad way with dealing with the problem #Everybody and nobody is in the wrong here #Not just star

[madnessandentropy]

I'd almost be willing to forgive people being so defensive of abusive romantic relationships if the abuse was more subtle, since a problem in mainstream media is that abuse is only portrayed as screaming yelling and causing physical harm + very vicious in your face insults and demeaning or shaming them and if it's not like that the victim is just over reacting.

And then I remember the abusive relationships they all desperately defend aren't subtle. In fact that abuse is painfully obvious, but the show and fans sweep it under the rug and try to blame it on trauma or forget about it completely and its never criticised or even acknowledged by the characters.

My main two examples are Stolas and Catra.

Let's see here

First Stolas. His isn't quite as in you face but it should be at least a little obvious. The way he demeans Blitz, treats him like a toy, always calls him his little imp (which is very yikes), and oh uh idk literally r*pes him by withholding something Blitz literally needs to get the money to survive and only gives it when Blitz has sex with him, which Blitz has been blatantly not willing to do and incredibly unhappy about.

I literally do not care what you say. If the deal is "you have sex with me and in return I'll give you the thing that will keep you alive" and the other person is extremely unwilling but is backed into a corner, it. Is. Rape.

That's honestly main problem with them.

But no. He's an a soft traumatised owl and Blitz is in the wrong for not giving him time of day or being open with him.

Now Catra.

Oooh Catra

"She's not abusive! She's a traumatised victim fighting in a war!"

Second part correct, first part not so much.

I have more to say here because her actions are much more in your face

Firstly she is often yelling/screaming at Adora, ripping apart her self esteem and calling her stupid (something which Adora comes to believe) and many other pretty shitty things you should not be saying to someone you've supposedly loved since the start. And she continues calling Adora stupid even during her confession.

Catra is constantly shaming and guilt tripping Adora. Repeating her "You left me!" jargon after Adora has given chance after chance, begging her to come with so they can stay together. And many times it is Catra doing the leaving. She has abandoned Adora in perilous situations multiple times.

Physical harm is everywhere. Yes they're on opposite sides of war. But notice how Adora is reluctant to fight Catra and when she does she tries to take her out in as non violent of a way as possible?

Catra does none of that. In fact, she treats Adora 10x worse than the enemies she barely knows, purposefully targeting Adora with her claws and attacking her, laughing in sheer joy as she tortures her in multiple different ways across the seasons. Even before Adora left the Horde, Catra is constantly manhandling her, yanking her around by the hair, tazing her and other actions like that.

Adora has scars on her back from Catra's claws.

Yes Catra had a redemption as poor as it was. Yes she loves Adora (apparently). Yes she had a traumatising upbringing.

But that does not make her actions okay.

No matter how many good reasons you have or how sorry you say you are, it doesn't make beating, torturing and tearing down the self esteem and mental health of your other half okay.

Even if Catra stopped (and she did not), Adora shouldn't have been painted as the one in the wrong in the series. Adora shouldn't have had to be the one to apologise (yes Catra apologised but only when she thought she was dying) and Adora shouldn't have gotten into a relationship with her abuser.

Spop had the perfect opportunity to show that, even if a person is traumatised and says they're sorry, its okay to walk away.

It's okay to care about your own wellbeing over theirs when they do nothing but treat you like trash.

You don't have to forgive them.

You don't have to return their feelings.

Sometimes it's better for the both of you to separate.

But they didn't.

Instead Catra can do no wrong. She's forgiven instantly. They never bring up the lives she's destroyed, the people she killed- including Glimmer's mother. She's just a soft baby who's actually not that bad and Adora is a terrible person for leaving the Horde after learning it was lying to them and committing mass genocide >:/... and an idiot for not noticing that the woman who tears her down and beats her is in love with her.

And I know HB is going to go down this route too, but with significantly worse storytelling

And that almost frightens me

How can I expect subtle abuse to be tackled in any way when in your face abuse like this is romanticised?

#hazbin hotel critical #helluva boss critical #vivziepop critical #spop critisism #spop critical #anti catradora #not very coherent but oh well #tw rape

[jamie-leah]

Lifeline Pt 6

Bucky x Reader

Series

Summary: You have a past that you're running from and maybe Bucky can be the lifeline you had no idea you were searching for.

Word Count: 1,113

Warnings: Mention of explosions, hospitals, minor injuries, angst

A/N: I was planning to make this longer but I haven't had the time this week. Hope this one isn't too boring, the next one will be a good one! Enjoy!

<-Previous Part Next Part->

Masterlist of Masterlists

It’s snowing. That’s what you see when you open your eyes. Snow falling from the ceiling. It reminds you of the times you and your dad used to lay in the snow, looking up at the sky. It was always after a snowball fight would break out. You smile despite the sadness clouding the memory.  

It isn’t until Bucky’s face comes into view with smudges of black on his face that you realise the snow isn’t really snow, but ash. You gasp as the last ten minutes of your life comes flooding back. Mandy, the bomb, the explosion, and darkness.  

When you get your eyes to focus you see Bucky saying, “are you okay? Talk to me.”  

You nod, his hands reaching to cup your face as you will your aching body to sit up and take stock of the carnage around you. Debris is scattered everywhere, people running around it like ants trying to put the fire out.  

The next few hours are a blur. Steve finds you and Bucky and manages to get the two of you into an ambulance. When you get there, they separate you despite how hard Bucky fights them to stay with you. You have some scans, tests and stitches but you don’t take much of it in. Staring into space seems to be about the only thing you can do.  

It feels like so much time has passed and yet no time at all when you hear yelling just outside the curtain obscuring you from the room.  

“I just need to go see her.” 

“I’m afraid I’m not allowed to let you back there.”  

“You’re not letting me do anything. I need to see her.”  

“Hey! You can’t do that.”  

The blue curtain is ripped to the side, and you find Bucky again. He has some stitches on his hairline and the blood and soot is gone.  

You glance to the outraged nurse, “it’s okay, he’s family.”  

She raises an eyebrow turning and marches away to her next patient.

You watch Bucky’s face soften as his eyes roam over your body from head to toe. His chest taking a deep breath for what seems the first time since you promised him you would stay back at your apartment a few days ago.  

He takes a step towards you, “hey, how’re you doing?” 

You shake your head, “Bucky, what the hell was that?”  

“I’ll apologise to the nurse after-”  

“No. Not the nurse.”  

You stare at each other and for the first time since you met he seems to be at a loss for words.  

Bucky paces the length of the hospital bed that you’re sitting on the edge of, “we should wait for the others, it’ll be easier to explain.”  

“What will be easier to explain?”  

Bucky keeps pacing.  

“What were you going to tell me? Your text...you said you needed to talk to me, like you wanted to tell me something. What was it?” You ask.  

Bucky stops in front of you. You watch him fight with himself.  

You let out a humourless laugh, “I almost died today. We almost died today.”  

Bucky reaches for your hand, your fingers intertwining on instinct, like he needs to remind himself that you both made it out in one piece, “I know,” he whispers back.  

“So, tell me. Just tell me.”  

Bucky lets out a heavy sigh, dropping your hand as he lowers himself into the chair next to your bed. “We’ve been trying to track someone for a while now. Someone working for Hydra. A bombmaker. He’s been setting bombs off all over the country and the world, causing panic and chaos. Natasha caught wind of him about two years ago, but he stepped up his game in the last year or so.”  

“So, you think the bomb was from him?”  

Bucky shrugs, “we would have to assess whatever is left of the bomb, but it seems like a safe bet to me.”  

Your brow knits in confusion, “I don’t understand what that has to do with what you were going to tell me. You text me hours before that bomb at the Tower.”  

Bucky leans forward, elbows on knees, “we raided a safe house yesterday and found the identity of the bombmaker.”  

“You caught him?” 

“No. We found a video, like a bomb making tutorial of sorts. The man teaching is the man we believe to be the bombmaker.”  

“I still don’t see what this has to do with-”  

“It was Andrew.”  

Bucky only said three words. Three words. And as much as you tried you just couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell you. Or maybe you didn’t want to.  

You shake your head, “no. It wasn’t Andrew. It can’t be. He was in the Army, as much as I hate him, he fought for this country he wouldn’t hurt the country he fought so hard for.”  

“What did he specialise in?” he asks. 

You swallow, not wanting to answer because you know you’ll only prove his point further.  

“What did he specialise in?” He asks again.  

“Bomb disposal” the words spill softly out of your mouth and onto the floor.  

Bucky nods, “and did you know that there has been an explosion in every city you’ve been to in the last year?”  

You look to Bucky in shocked horror, “what?” 

“Natasha is the one that spotted the pattern after we raided the safe house. A couple of days after you’ve left each city or state, there’s an explosion. Some were written off as accidents, others not so much.”  

You swipe at your eyes before the tear that threatens could fall, “you’re telling me that I’m married to a terrorist? And that at least some of the explosions that have gone off are my fault?”  

Bucky jumps to his feet, rushing to grip your shoulders, “you listen to me, because I’m only going to say this once. That man is not your responsibility. What he chooses to do is not on you. This was a path he was always going to choose whether you were his wife or not. This is not on you.”  

Bucky lifts your chin with his fingers until your gaze meets his, “and we know what we’re dealing with now. Who we’re dealing with. We also have an advantage...you. If you stay, you can help us find him and stop him. You know him like no one else does.”  

Tears slip down your face as you nod up at the man that feels like the only thing keeping you together. A lifeline in the darkness. And he just might be your only chance of making it out of this alive.

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[soraviie]

their flaws.txt

━ type: bts x gn! reader ━  masterlist

━ about: angst! ━ pictures taken from Pinterest

━ a/n: requested by anon! These are as accurate as any vibe check I give to strangers, I'm fairly sure I can do more realistic tea leaf readings! So put your pitchforks down!

━ previously posted on soraviii

NAMJOON:

absolutely passive aggressive

sometimes when stressed (which is not that unoften)

sometimes when jealous

but definitely dampens your spirits by giving a very dry, sarcastic "awesome" to some harmless questions

if you have ever seen a single American interview you know exactly what I'm talking about

If he's jealous of someone who he knows he shouldn't also does this

Especially if you're talking about them

Say like a coworker or a neighbour who was helpful or funny

He goes like "well aren't they just the greatest person ever! I'll gift you a mini fridge at your wedding."

Then stomps away

I feel like he's a stomper

Always comes back, gently knocking on the door and apologising for his behaviour

And he is ashamed of it because dumping all the bottled-up anger is not something any partner should do but occasionally it does happen

People are not perfect

Also tends to, how to explain, be too decisive about your decisions

Say you consult him on what to do

And he has decided on option A because that's what he would do he doesn't listen to option B

Even if it's the one you're more partial to

Which is fine

But then he goes and does the thing of "well if you want to fail completely and face the consequences of the wrong decision, please go ahead"

He has a bit of a problem with micromanaging given the line of work, being a leader and undercurrent of care

He wants you to succeed but it just comes off as such a high horse it makes you want to choke him

Speaking of jealousy has his episodes

You'd think he has nothing to be insecure about but he has a lot of them

Sometimes he thinks he doesn't look right

You know how he at times mentions not being the best looker

Which is...Mr Kim, check your prescription, please

But most of all gets insecure about the way his career impacts you and your relationship

There are other people who can give you all this love and share it freely

So he works himself into a tight little ball of stomach ulcer and then as a defence becomes passive aggressive

It's a bit of a cursed cycle

Rolls! His! Eyes! With! A! Deep! Sigh!

Especially when you're arguing

Which for me is an open-arm invitation to tear someone a second, a third or whatever number hole, it'll be new for sure but hey I've got anger issues

Fairly emotional in the moment, he can get loud and assertive

Cause I think he's used to partially bulldozing his way through

Luckily though someone so keen on self-improvement will genuinely try to fix these flaws, listen to your arguments and objections

But once again no one is perfect

YOONGI:

Because I'm a Yoongi stan I might be biased

I am biased

But I think he hides his flaws well by pulling back

Like if he wants to snap he knows he can ruin a good thing in his life so he bites his tongue

With that out of the way

He is reserved

He does spend a lot of time on work

He doesn't know how to relax

He will lug his equipment everywhere and anywhere

Even if you beg him to relax for just three days, he just can't

Sometimes relies on drinking too much to get him through the week

He has a knack to prove someone wrong

It's a knee-jerk reaction mostly

Say, your friend that he does not particularly like would say something incorrect, he'll pipe up from his corner in an extremely arid tone

"Hmm, funny you should say that, because blah blah. Guess ignorance is not that hard of a burden to bear."

Sometimes he expects you to read his mind

Let's say he's saying with his mouth "I want to stay home" but he actually wants someone to drag him outside but also he wants to complain about it the whole time

But because people can't read minds you leave him be

And then he's left to sulk

You're going to have a hard time if you're a person who enjoys going outside, actively being involved in things

Because even if he does it, he does it simply because of you, not because he wants to

And it's just so apparent that he does not want to be here that in the end it just ruins the whole thing

Speaking of, he sometimes goes along with things he doesn't want to just because acts of service is his love language but sometimes it's better to just state it outright that he doesn't want to instead of lying

Doesn't want surprises that interfere with his schedule and work even if they're well-meaning

Clearly wants to say "I told you so" on some occasions and be smug about

If only he could hide it better

Can diss you, your friends and your family with a throwaway remark that he didn't think much about it just ends up cutting deeper than he ever thought

I think he can be careless? in a way when you're sick

For example, if you're feeling bad and you just want to whine and be catered to he could just call you and say take your pills and that's it

Doesn't exactly coddle you in a situation like this because that's what he would do himself

But he's not a bad listener so there's a fine chance that over time he'll be at a middle ground with these issues

JIN:

Doesn't always understand when he needs to be serious

Sometimes he needs to be sad, sombre and depressed for the occasion

But he has a hard time breaking out of that jokester role

So it can come off as ingenuine and shallow

Occasionally you want someone to just ask, give a serious question to which you could seriously answer, to get all those feeling out and not just make endless jokes which give no opportunity for deeper discussion

Talks about himself a tad too much

I could see how someone could get tired of it, even if it's self-depreciative

If you're mentioning how you don't feel pretty, he could misconstrue it as just the occasional thought everyone has not something he needs to assure you about

"Don't worry," he might say with a light chuckle but the gap in your chest is on the opposite quite heavy. "I'll be handsome enough for two."

"Yeah, you're perfect," you scowl and walk away, hands in pockets

I think he can sometimes unintentionally create this disappointing pang in your heart

That you're not heard enough

That he doesn't want to engage in a deep, philosophical discussion

Because that is not something he's partial to

This could mean you turn to other people to talk about your problems

And he becomes huffy

"What? Am I not...good enough?" he asks, defensive

"Not in this case."

And it creates this stifling situation where no one is at fault and yet is right in their own way

It's your right to want to converse about this

And it's his right to remain true to his nature

I don't think he knows how to change himself manually so to speak

Jin always strikes me as the guy who changes by naturally maturing and by experience not by putting out a list in his head "this is what we fix, this is what we do"

But also this jokester role is exactly that - a role

He's not as cheerful deep down but he's not used to sharing it openly

He's used to diffusing the tension, not creating it

HOSEOK:

I think a large portion would say that it is Yoongi who struggles with shyness and intimacy and communication but it is my humble opinion that the absolute hardest to get to know is Hoseok

He's very supportive of you but is almost dismissive to receive any compliments

It's like he's not able to comprehend how to accept his faults

Already so soon after releasing "Jack in the Box", he said he was already looking for setbacks and flaws

I think it can be discouraging to have your compliments and praises brushed by with a polite smile and nod of the head that clearly says "I don't believe anything you just said"

He's so overly critical over anything he does and is so obstinate about being even...cheered up about it?

I think at this point it's how he's wired - to reach for new heights by stepping down upon the old ones

But it can be depressing to see someone you love continually tear themselves down

Another absolute workaholic has every minute of every day planned down and scheduled and someone really grave needs to happen to break that schedule

Bad at intimacy

I've always said it but a relationship with Hoseok to me is the kind where you're with a friend first and foremost

He's better at handling friends than lovers

Struggles to communicate his side of things

He listens more than talks

Absolutely intentionally directs questions at you so you would talk about yourself (which is what he wants to hear) instead of talking about himself

He thinks of himself as your silent glue, keeping your shit together but not voicing any of his sentiments over it

Again, many would say Yoongi but I think it's Hoseok that's independent to a fault

Like a little helper rushes to do what he needs to but accepts no help

Brushes off with a smile that it's no worry, that he can do it himself

Getting to know him means hitting a giant fortress over and over again

So it's very frustrating but once every while he breaks and lets it all out

What matters is that it is during this you try to convince him as hard as you can that it's okay to share and not scheme everything out like a lone mastermind

JIMIN:

His best qualities are also his greatest flaws

Meaning he cares about everyone

And so gets caught up in other people's problems

More than once has come late at night because "a friend needed help"

Worries a lot about everything

If you're not in a good mental state or prone to sickness and negativity he at times makes it worse by constant nagging and frequent anxiety

Also his greatest quality - never leaving anyone behind

Hence why he has problems with giving space

He thinks he's abandoning you when in reality you just want to be alone with your thoughts

Has a bit of a temper

And does hold grudges if they have a reasonable basis

Say if in anger you say something hurtful about his personality

He'll remark sharply about it even weeks later

"Guess I'm just too clingy."

Another stomper

Takes things a bit too personally that are not even meant for him

If you don't share something from your past especially bad or traumatic he'll have this knee-jerk reaction of:

"So you don't trust me enough?'

Needs attention and praise which can be draining

Especially when you just give it and then he goes on to be extremely self-critical and brings himself down once more

Another roller of the eyes!

Gets stand-offish when jealous or irritated making sharp comments

This stems from him being sensitive because his good quality is how big his heart is only meaning that he gets it hurt a lot of times

Sometimes you think he's acting cute when he wants to be serious

Like he just wants you around to the point of reverting back to people-pleasing tendencies and playing along to your whims more than being his genuine self

Flirts with everyone which creates two bad scenarios:

Scenario A: did it on purpose thinking of it lightheartedly to have that validation that you want him but if you feel it to the point of being insecure he gets quiet, suffering from guilt

Scenario B: get annoyed especially if it's when he's working

"It's just how I have to act," cue roll of the eyes. "Do I blame you for making photocopies at work?"

"Suggesting to marry a stranger is not the same as making photocopies!"

"It's a part of my job, what's not to get?"

Same as Yoongi sometimes relies too much on drinking to get through the week, or start difficult conversations

I feel like he internalizes a lot and doesn't voice something that might start an argument even if it's needed

Of course, bottling it up only means the fight is so much catastrophic

Always comes back with this thought that "this is not right, let's fix this, okay"

TAEHYUNG:

Romanticizes relationship as a whole too much

Maybe even romanticizes you to an extent

But when reality gets to him, he shuts down

Gets disappointed in you which is not your fault

He realizes you're not at fault for not being the version he constructed but he can't chase the feeling away that quickly

Switches moods a lot and from 100 to 0 at that

Prone to getting into moods a lot of days

I think he feels intensely

Also prone to judgment

now HEAR ME OUT

He has to be on guard literally all the time, assess whether someone talks to him out of personal gain or because they want to

So even if something, something as minuscule as a stray glance tickles his gut feeling, he trusts it entirely and so sometimes casts a judgment upon a perfectly normal stranger

"Come on, man, they're just living their life."

He only scowls in return

His kidlike nature means he's bad at taking criticism, he's also sensitive to it due to getting a lot of hate for everything he does

So instead of simply listening to it objectively, he lets it get to his heart and pouts in silence

THE SILENCE!

Not to mention the infamous dumpling incident, but I just know he commits to silent treatment like no one else

Has a hard time admitting his wrongs as much as he wants for both of you to make peace

He's down to earth but does get caught up in glitz and glamour

Fancy events, designer things, celebrity lifestyle etc.

If you don't enjoy that or even have a hard time with that he can once again get upset about it by immediately taking it close to heart and translating it to you being dissatisfied with him despite it being another matter entirely

I guess in a way he's bad at controlling his emotions and goes with them and gut instinct than pure logic

Has a lot of friends with which he wants to spend a lot of time means sometimes he's out too long for your liking and sometimes cancels plans to be with them rather than you

Which is fine but he does feel unhappy if you do the same thing

If you cancel date night to go out with your friends he doesn't say it but he might think something along the line "I already have so little time to spend with you, you can always talk to your friends at any other time"

His "go with the flow" can induce anxiety if you're someone who likes to plan

The way he remains calm and happy would could cause someone a migraine fr

Like me

The way he got lost in Norway and he just hopped along the road like?? Boi, you're not Dorothy on Yellow Brick Road!

Sometimes his casual optimism seems careless and childish as good-natured as it is

JUNGKOOK:

First of all, certainly doesn't have the best gage on people

I'm not going to say much as I feel I can't express it in a well-worded manner

But cuts too much slack to people based on a general opinion that often is quite biased

Always assumes that what he's going to say will be viewed as awkward so he stays silent in most cases

Is a bit spoiled so throws a fuss when he doesn't get his way

Has lowkey, lowkey!, issue with control

Because he's so driven I feel he's used to settling on a certain vision and then doing it all to achieve it

So if you're someone who changes directions mid-way or realizes this is not interesting to me at all and abandons it, his vein bursts

He changes his behaviour around the people whose approval he wants so it makes him a sort of a social chameleon though not necessarily a people pleaser

Brushes off all concerns about his health with "I know better"

"I've been doing this a long time, I know what I'm doing"

When clearly this behaviour is detrimental to his health

And to add salt to the injury will absolutely flame you if you do that as well

If you're being a hazard to your own health - not eating, cutting sleep etc. goes berserk and literally scolds you as being childish and irresponsible even if he does exactly the same

His perfectionism creates churning anger and envy

Which I don't think he would dump upon you but instead he becomes reserved and distant, investing more and more time to prevent a flaw that is perceived only in his mind

He still sometimes finds being alone with you awkward because in his mind he's not embodying his on-stage persona - cocky, confident and sexually bold - and so you must be disappointed in him

In turn that only makes his awkwardness and shyness a hundred times worse because now he's insecure about it as well

Is not keen to go out or enjoy "high" culture the same as Yoongi but instead of going along, he'll whine incessantly about whether it's necessary for you to go because he knows he's not going and sticks to it

Jealous and possessive which doesn't translate to being angry or loud but more so whining and scowling

But sometimes even that is not appreciated especially if the person involved is clearly just a friend

He sometimes doesn't quite register when he's being mean or when his playfulness crosses a line

Sometimes naturally expects you to accommodate him more than you're willing because that's something the guys have done due to their endless soft spot for him

So if you stay firm he sulks and becomes moody

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[sebastianstanisahotmf]

a perfect winters day

Bucky Barnes x Reader

A/N This is a part of my 100 followers celebration. At this point I'm gonna stop apologising because my shitty time management issues and son make it hard for me to adhere to the time frames I have given to myself so I will post the fics when I have time to. (I love my son millions so I'm not blaming him for me posting so late but I'm just saying that I like to spend time with him which means it's hard to find time to write) I hope you understand. Also, likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated.

THIS IS NOT AN 18+ FIC BUT I STILL FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE WITH MINORS READING MY FICS SO PLEASE DNI IF YOU ARE A MINOR.

Summary You and Bucky have the perfect day in as it snows outside.

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/WEBSITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff, allusions to smut

“Wake up doll,” Bucky whispered into your ear, “It snowed last night.”

“Mm?” you slightly opened your eyes.

“It snowed doll!”

You sat up as soon as the words registered in your head,”Really!?” 

“Yeah doll, look,” Bucky wrapped your blanket around you and picked you up.

He walked over to the window in your bedroom and you gasped when you looked outside. Everywhere was covered in a sheet of pure white. The snow untouched, unbothered by anyone. The streets were empty, not a soul out there. It was like a winter wonderland especially since everything was so still it didn’t look real. 

“It’s so beautiful,” you gushed.

“Not as beautiful as you doll,” Bucky added, winking at you.

“You’re so romantic it’s almost disgusting,” you told him with a smile on your face.

“But you love it doll,” Bucky leaned in to kiss you. 

It was such a perfect moment, kissing the person you love the most while the world outside stood still, a beautiful landscape, the type you see in the movies and read in books. 

Bucky pulled back from the kiss with slightly swollen lips and a massive grin on his face, “I think we should make some hot chocolate and waffles.”

“I think thats a good idea babe.”

Bucky took the blanket off you and then took you into the bathroom. He put you down so you could brush your teeth while he did the same. 

Once you had done that, you walked into the kitchen to get started on the waffle batter as Bucky was making the hot chocolates. 

The way you both moved around the kitchen so gracefully and in sync made the scene seem rehearsed. The truth was that you and Bucky regularly made it a team effort to make breakfast so that neither of you feel like you have too many responsibilities. That’s how everything worked with you and Bucky; you both shared the workload in your shared apartment which not only made it easier, but allowed you both to feel equal. 

This may not have worked for other people but it worked for you and Bucky which is all that mattered. 

After the waffles and hot chocolates were made, you sat next to eachother at the dining table in your kitchen. Bucly had put every imaginable topping for waffles and hot chocolates on the table. 

“What do you want to do today?” Bucky asked, as he shoved an almost too big piece of waffle - loaded with every topping possible- in his mouth. 

You rolled your eyes and finished chewing the food you had in your mouth before responding, “I just want to stay in today, you know I like looking at the snow but going out in it is a different story.”

“I’m very aware doll, especially after our trip to Canada a few months ago,” Bucky chuckled at the memory of you slipping over. 

“You’re so sadistic Barnes,” you retorted.

“You didn’t moan about it last night, well you did, but not in that way,” Bucky smirked.

You picked up a strawberry and threw it at him.

“Hey, that’s not fair, I’m only telling the truth, Santa doesn’t come if you lie.”

“And you’re not gonna cum tonight if you keep teasin’ me,” you retaliated. 

“Is that a promise?” he questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You knew that Bucky would always be in charge in the bedroom, but it was fun to joke around. 

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A few hours later, you and Bucky were cuddled up on the couch. He was laying with his head on your chest and the rest of his body was ontop of yours, acting like a weighted blanket. There was an actual blanket over the two of you and Home Alone was on the tv. 

This was the first christmas you and Bucky were spending together so you decided to introduce him to some of your favourite films especially since he was a few years behind on films.

Bucky let out a laugh which was a rare occurrence. You kissed him on the head and wrapped your arms around him tighter. 

“I love you so much baby,” you whispered.

“I love you too doll,” Bucky replied, pressing a kiss to your chest. 

This was perfect, you and Bucky cuddled up on the couch, watching a Christmas film and occasionally looking at the world outside.

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[welcometololaland]

i keep missing these but it was nice to see tags from people (thank you so much everyone, it's nice to know people haven't forgotten about me lol) so i thought fuck it? even though it's friday? i never know what to post because 1/2 my tags are lone star and 1/2 are rwrb so have both i guess?

10 Things I Hate About You AU (an incident during sex)

—TK actually headbutts the ceiling. Hard. “Oh my god,” Carlos yelps as TK winces, one hand flying to the top of his head on instinct. He looks up and realises that the ceiling is way closer than it should be. “TK, are you okay?” “Yeah,” TK insists, even though when he opens both eyes the room looks a little fuzzy around the edges. “I’m fine. Keep going.” “I am— What?” Carlos asks incredulously. “TK, you could have a concussion!” “I don’t!” TK protests, even though he actually has no idea. The fact is, he might die if Carlos pulls out right now. “I’m fine.” “You almost put your head through the ceiling,” Carlos argues. “I can’t—” “You can’t or you don’t want to,” TK pouts. “Because I want to.” “TK, you’re leaning to the side,” Carlos points out drily. TK shakes his head. “No, I’m not.” “Yes, you are,” Carlos insists. “And stop shaking your head. Oh my god, aren’t you the one with the medical training?”

Eurotrip (alex is mad that he cockblocked himself)

Henry’s gut instinct is to apologise, but he holds his tongue. Instead, an incredulous laugh bubbles up in his throat. “Would you like me to insult you instead?” he asks, trying to keep his expression neutral despite the fact that he can feel his cheeks twitching. “No,” Alex mumbles. “But maybe you could agree to a blowjob in a confessional, or something.” “We are not having sex in a cathedral,” Henry replies, biting his lip in an increased effort to keep the laughter in. “I’m as agnostic as they come but that is a touch too sacrilegious for me.” “Fine,” Alex replies, his expression softening as he runs his tongue over his bottom lip. Bloody hypocrite, Henry thinks. “A castle then. A non-religious monument. A museum!” “Most of those places have tight security,” Henry points out. “I’d rather take my chances at the hostel.” “Not with Prudence around,” Alex mutters darkly. “She’s everywhere.” “She’s probably here right now,” Henry teases. Alex pretends to look under the table, then ducks his head back into view. “Either that or she’s been kidnapped.” “Alex, you can’t say that—” “I can and I will,” Alex insists. “But it doesn’t change that we have two more nights of forced celibacy before I can do some very bad things to you.”

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[kimbappykidding]

Part One here

Dk was so nervous as he waited for you in the cafe for your first date. More nervous than he got before an award show or before going on stage. He just felt so awkward and unsure of himself. Then you walked through the door and he began to panic. You looked so much better than him. You hadn't dressed up per se but in your jumper and jeans you looked photo shoot ready. Even the way you walked across a room was impressive and he saw people looking at you. You made your way over to him and smiled as you got closer. That reassured him a little, your smile really warmed up your face and he smiled back "Hey sorry I'm late! I've been driving around the car park for ages trying to find a space". Dk laughed "really? I'm glad I got a lift!". Actually, he'd been too nervous to drive so Mingyu brought him but he wasn't going to tell you that. "Yeah the traffic was so bad...so what did you order?" you asked eyeing up his drink. Dk immediately paused feeling self-conscious again "erm just a hot chocolate....I can't actually drink coffee". "Ow do you get hyper?" you asked and he shook his head "no I just hate the taste" and you laughed "fair enough! I'm gonna go order, back in a sec" and you disappeared. Dk watched you go and saw the people nearby do the same. One guy looked from you to Dk as if shocked and he glared. Dk was wondering if he should just apologise for wasting your time when you returned with a hot chocolate packed with whipped cream and sprinkles "I hate coffee too".

Once again you chatted away and the conversation seemed to flow from nowhere. Dk got more and more comfortable with you and was having a great time...until a guy came over to ask for your number. You quickly got rid of him, explaining how you were actually on a date right now and while Dk was pleased you said that, he couldn't help but notice the look in the guy's eye when you said that. He seemed genuinely surprised and of course he must've been because he wouldn't have asked you out if he thought you were with your boyfriend. You quickly brushed away what happened, apologising for the inconvenience. Dk shook his head "it's fine but can I ask you something? I know it's probably not cool to ask on a first date but it's been killing me...why me?". You paused "why you?". He nodded "yeah just girls like you don't usually pay attention to guys like me". Your eyes softened and you shook your head "well I have no idea what you mean by guys like you because I think you're very attractive”. Dk paused "you do?" and he noticed his voice sounded unsure. You nodded "yeah...its kinda weird but all the fans shipped me with people like Mingyu but I prefer you. I like nice guys and ever since I saw you searching everywhere for that hot pack for Wonwoo I realise you were one of those guys. I like your looks and personality of course you have one of the most gorgeous smiles I've ever seen and your arms are very nice" you said trailing off as you looked at them "but being a nice person is just as attractive to me. So to me you're doubly attractive". Dk processed what you were saying and began to feel more confident. If you did really like nice guys then he could do that. He was pretty kind-hearted and loving so maybe this could work. Dk smiled "I can be the nice guy". You smiled "you don't have to do anything just be yourself. Your normal, charming handsome self". Dk smiled "handsome?". You laughed "I'm attracted to personality but I'm also a sucker for a pretty face. You're a double threat Dk, beauty and personality...triple threat if you take into account your talent. That's why I was nervous to start up a conversation with you at the bar and even on the way here but that all seems to melt away when I'm around you". Dk was a little speechless you thought he was beautiful and were just as nervous as him so he struggled to speak for a few seconds. You didn't make a big deal about it though and just gently took his hand. He laced his fingers through yours, the happiest guy in the world. After that he stopped questioning himself quite as much and was determined to be the happiest nicest guy ever! Dk introduced you to his members fairly quickly, not that he meant to it just kind of happened. You'd been dating for a month and had planned to meet up that Saturday but your family suddenly appeared and you called DK. "Well you have to go see them!" he told you "you haven't seen your family in ages". "I know but what about you?" you asked and DK's heart fluttered a little as it always did when you thought of him. "I'll be fine, we can meet up next week". "I know but I've been so busy at work and was really looking forward to meeting up with you" you sighed "2 weeks is way too long". DK's heart was now hammering in his chest and he had a huge blush on his face. "You've missed me?" he asked and you nodded "yeah of course! You're like my reset button. I can come to you in any mood and leave feeling happy...do you miss me when I'm not around?". "Of course!" DK cried "you're the most beautiful, wonderful, kindest, funniest girl in the world! How can I not miss you?". You laughed "you're so sweet, this is why 2 weeks is going to kill me" when DK got an idea "well what are you doing tomorrow night?". "I've got work until half 6ish and then nothing, why?". "We're having a drinking night at my house and you're of course more than welcome! We're going to be ordering food and playing games and we can spend time together...but I get if you don't want to be around so many people". You didn't hesitate "no that sounds wonderful, are you sure it's okay for me to tag along?". "Yes of course! The guys can't wait to meet you...but no pressure. I just realised that makes it sound like a lot". You laughed "no it's fine, I'm so excited! So should I come to yours straight after work?". "Yeah or I can pick you up if you want? I'll probably be in town collecting the food". "Sure!" you said "okay I'll meet you outside my work at 7". When Friday came you were buzzing all day because you knew DK was waiting for you at the end of it. You finished a little later than expected and were in a rush to get downstairs and see DK. You made it out of the doors and looked around for him, confused when you couldn't spot him. Then you saw someone on the corner with sunglasses and a hat and despite the disguise, you knew who it was. You rushed over to him and flung your arms around him "Dk!" you said and he laughed hugging your arms "Y/n! You're happy!". "I'm excited to see you" you replied and DK blushed "can you let go of me for two seconds? I want to hug you too" and you stepped back immediately. DK wrapped his arms around you and peppered your face with a few kisses. You laughed before looking up into his eyes. "Hi" you said and DK smiled "hi" and you reached up to kiss him. You didn't realise DK wasn't alone until you opened your eyes and saw Joshua standing there awkwardly trying not to look at either of you. You gasped "oh sorry Joshua, I didn't realise you were there". "Yeah he came with me to collect the food" DK said and you saw the pizza boxes stacked in Joshua’s hands. "No problem" Joshua said and DK took your hand in his "let's go to the car" and you fell in step together. "So how was work?" Joshua asked and you nodded "it was good, I'm late because we ran over and I wanted to make sure the maknaes all got home okay". "Ah yeah you're the leader aren't you?" Joshua asked and you nodded "yep, I'm not the eldest but I'm somehow the mom of the group". "It's because you're so kind!" DK said bopping your nose and you smiled "if you say so". You reached the Seventeen house not long after and DK pulled up outside. You had your work bag and a bag of clothes which you changed into and DK swiftly took both from your hand. You went to protest but he shook his head "you're my guest tonight and I will do everything for you". DK wouldn't accept your arguments and so begrudgingly agreed and had to smile at the proud look on DK's face as he introduced you to everyone. DK's members were so nice! You of course knew them from the circuit but they all made an effort to introduce themselves to you and to talk to you. They were being so kind and friendly you actually wondered why. "Are they always this happy?" you asked DK when you found yourself alone together in the kitchen "I feel like they're all being super kind to me". DK paused "I..well...this is their first time meeting you so of course they'll want to make a good impression. Plus you're kind of the first girl I've ever introduced them too so I think they're a little excited...they were pretty happy the first time I told them we were dating". You smiled "aww really? That's so sweet". DK blushed and you grinned "and so are you". "Stopppp" DK whined before whispering "keep going" and you laughed loudly. "You're the funniest guy I've ever met, you can just send me a funny look and I'm on the floor". DK smiled "oh really what's your favourite?" and he started pulling all his signature funny faces. You were soon in hysterics and eventually took his face in your hands and smoothed the funny face away "this one" you replied meaning his normal face and kissed him. DK wasn't too used to intimacy but he was a quick learner and was getting more and more used to it thanks to you. You'd always surprise suddenly with a kiss or hug or some form of flirting and he loved it. It always made him feel special and his confidence had grown so much since dating you. Months ago he never would've dreamed about kissing a girl while all his members were in the next room but here he was and he would've happily stayed there all day...if Mingyu hadn't walked in and toppled a bottle of sprite over. You and DK jumped apart at the noise and Mingyu's eyes went from you to the growing mess. "I'm sorry I was surprised! I didn't know you were making out!" he cried and rushed to grab some kitchen roll. "Who was making out?" Jeonghan called and you heard The8 reply "who do you think?" making you chuckle. You finally managed to get everything cleaned up and Mingyu raced from the room apologising again. When you and DK came back in all the guys were smirking and DK's ears were pink. "You two are dangerous!" Hoshi declared, breaking the ice and making everyone laugh. Once you'd all eaten the games began, you teamed up with DK and adored seeing him so wild and loud with his members. You loved this side of him and watched him so amused, falling for him even more. At one point his members tried to use you against him and that quickly backfired. DK was versing Seungkwan and was giving it a lot of talk about how he was going to win. Seungkwan sighed "DK are you really going to talk smack like that in front of Y/n?" and Seungkwan's team started agreeing teasing DK for being immature. In response you just took DK's hand "I actually like it. He's hilarious and he's going to beat every single one of you". "Wait so you're encouraging him?" Jeonghan asked and you nodded hugging DK's arm "give them hell" and DK's eyes lit up and he got even louder. You'd been so entertained you didn't even realise how tired you were until the guys started debating calling it a night. You looked at the clock and realised it was quite late. DK noticed and smiled at you "do you want to go to bed?" and blushed as he said it. You nodded and he took your hand "night guys we're going to bed". "Night Y/n, Night DK!" they all called waving to you and DK lead you upstairs. "That was so fun thanks for inviting me" you said and DK smiled "if you enjoyed it that much you'll have to come more often". "Well only if the guys are happy with it, you need time together" you said and DK laughed "Y/n we spend almost every day together. You're a welcomed new presence" and you nodded "okay then I'll come". DK seemed pleased until you reached his room and he paused "give me a second" and he rushed into the room. You could hear him inside moving around and clearly tidying things up. He opened the door 2 minutes later breathing a little heavily and his hair adorably messy "come in...I just wanted to make sure everything was okay for you".   You smiled and stepped into the room which for DK was suspiciously clean. "Wow it's so tidy". Dk nodded "yep I like things clean" and you nodded "and if I looked under the bed..." and went to bend down when DK caught your hand "no! I mean...let's not look under there". You laughed "okay" and DK smiled "I've got a t-shirt and some shorts you can wear" he said passing them you and you nodded "thank you" and began changing. You noticed DK trying not to stare at you and smiled "you okay?". He nodded "yep! You're just very hot and I could stare at you all day". You laughed pulling the shirt over your head and hugged him "you're very hot too and I do get palpitations every time I see you shirtless”. "You do?" Dk asked and you nodded "yep! I'm gonna go to the bathroom" and you disappeared. When you came back out DK had gotten the bed ready and had turned the big light off. He told you to get settled and he wouldn't be long. So you crawled into bed and went on your phone until DK emerged. You were laid on your stomach and looked up at DK arrived "hey...you look nice". You knew DK was sometimes insecure about his bareface so made sure to compliment him whenever you saw him without makeup. He blushed and got in beside you. “It's cold!" he said wriggling under the covers and you nodded wriggling closer until you were hugging him "I know but I'll keep you warm". "My protector" Dk said and you giggled as he buried his head in your beck. He eventually pulled back and looked at you "thanks for tonight. You were so great with the guys and they really like you". You blushed "I'm really glad I came and I like them all too...but you're my favourite" and you kissed him. The kiss downstairs and watching DK be so funny and loud with his member had definitely made you want him more and when you started kissing him passionately DK met your intensity. The great thing was nobody could walk in on you this time and you were free to take all the time in the world so you did. You were enjoying the build-up and when you could feel DK gripping you, trying to get more traction you moved so you were straddling him. Dk pulled you in closer and sat up so he could reach you better. When you pulled away for breath he was breathing very heavily and the way he was looking at you was so gorgeous. Hou could feel how excited he was and smiled "want to keep going?". "I thought you were tired?" Dk asked and you shook your head "trust me I'm wide awake now and I want you". Dk groaned slightly when you said that and nodded his head "that's fine with me" and kissed you again. The members could all tell Dk was besotted with you. It took him 20 minutes to say goodbye to you the next morning and they were pretty sure he was just going to lay down in the road and refuse to let you leave. The good thing though was after last night they could safely say you were just as besotted with him which was reassuring. They all knew DK could be quite emotional and would hate for him to fall for someone who didn't feel as strongly but that wasn't you. At an award show the following weekend DK wasn't very well but he'd come here because you'd be here and he'd get to see you. You'd told him he could go home and you'd meet him afterwards but he'd been certain he wanted to come and support your new song so there he was making his way to his seat when they all spotted your group. "Hey DK it's Y/n!" Scoups called and DK's head popped up "where?". You and your members were on some stairs above and the guys from Seventeen got your attention. "She does look pretty scary in all her stage makeup and outfit" Jun commented and Vernon nodded "yeah like some sort of ice princess and then you see her smile". As if on cue you spotted DK and a warm smile appeared on your face. You waved to him and he started pulling silly faces to make you laugh. You sent him a heart when you had to go and DK's smile remained even after you'd left. "She transforms around DK and he's just thriving under her attention and love" Scoups said and Jeonghan smiled "they're a perfect couple. So unexpected which I think all the best couples are". Everyone nodded in agreement and DK, who had tuned them out this entire time turned to look at them "what is everyone talking about?". The guys all laughed and hugged him. "Never mind" Jeonghan smiled "you've got more important things on your mind". DK had no idea what was going on but smiled along with everyone else and hurried to his seat so he could watch you. Some of the best things in life were surprises and you and DK knew that better than anyone.  

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[colourstreakgryffin]

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Kocho Shinobu Headcanons

(Aaaaah! This one is gonna be scary! Hope all of my little glass angels like this one too!)

Shinobu as a romantic Yandere has the Yandere traits of; Manipulative, Possessive, Delusional, Overprotective, Deceptive, Violent/Murderous, Insensitive and Psychotic

- Shinobu will never admit it but she’s fallen hard. Off her pretty purple and aquamarine wings, she has fallen for you. The newest addition and the completion of the incomplete nine, the Ice Hashira. Shinobu never thought she’d have anybody to love, she thought she’d either die to a demon or live the rest of her life alone

- She developed a cute harmless crush on you at first, she clung to you and did all kinds of little but nice nicknacks. Made your bento for you, tied up your hair, held your hand to show you around. You thought Shinobu was just being friendly as you didn’t notice the way she looked at you. Completely lovestruck

- She doesn’t want to be alone anymore, once she knows her truth. She wants you, and she will do whatever is needed to have you as her own

- Shinobu could be considered one of the hardest Hashira to turn Yandere as she is actually quite closed-off then as she seems in public but personally, I believe that once she is deeply in love and then sees her love interest with other people, her overwhelming jealous anger would begin shaping her Yandere self. One jigsaw piece at a time

- Why do you like him/her? What does he/she have that Shinobu doesn’t?! Height? Strength? You nor Shinobu need those! Shinobu has brains! And that should be enough. She is loyal and will remember everything you tell her, devotion is more attractive, isn’t that obvious?!

- I’m sorry to all Shinobu fans but Shinobu is definitely a very abusive Yandere to her love interest. She doesn’t like hurting you, she wants to love you more than anything but you always constantly misbehave and stir up trouble, she must punish you and those punishments usually leave you torn-up emotionally, starved, freezing and bandaged with a broken limb or two chained to the futon besides her futon as she puts you to sleep by force with a sleep-inducing poison from her katana

- For real, all of her smiles are genuine around you. Her happiness is genuine too, you make her feel less alone and that she can be her real self with you. She is attached to you because you’ve changed her, gave her a reason to smile that she actually agrees with for once

- And she won’t lose you to somebody like Kyojuro or Mitsuri. Starting now, Shinobu’s obsession and plan comes into clear view. You’ll be her lovely little girlfriend, Shinobu knows of it and is excited for her fantasy to come to life

- Shinobu’s a stalker, like Kyojuro. She follows you everywhere you go in secret; to the fleek market, to your estate, to your unwell mother’s household. She knows every single detail of your travel schedule and waits eagerly behind trees or buildings to catch you. She watches from the sideline with her bug-like eyes forming into love hearts at the sight of you in such a gorgeous kimono

- She can’t stop thinking about you but she loves it. In battle or whilst taking care of the Kamaboko Squad, you litter her mind that she sometimes randomly blurbs out your name. You plague her thoughts, her fantasies so much that Zenitsu swears he can hear Shinobu’s thoughts in detail fall out of her ears

- Shinobu, also just like Kyojuro, is a very split-faced Yandere, and swaps between her Yandere self and her ordinary self. She, as mentioned in the Kyojuro post, is very good at hiding her Yandere behaviours as she regularly hides all of her emotions so it’s like second nature and uses it as a means to manipulate. Manipulate your emotions

- “That’s… quite harsh, Myōji. Don’t you think? Why would I kill somebody? That’s a heavy accusation. It… almost seems like you don’t like me as a friend… that hurts. Oh, you’re sorry? Apologise to my grave because clearly, you want me dead”

- Shinobu wholeheartedly views herself as your destined true love, and that you’re being brainwashed by everybody around you into dismissing that you’re just as in love with her. Delusion at its finest, she doesn’t even notice how afraid of her you really are, how her fantasies aren’t true in a single bit

- Oh! And she’ll make you your own Butterfly Hairpin and force you to wear it 24/7 as a symbol of her ownership of you. All will back off if her mark is dug deep into your figure, that single cute butterfly-styled hairpin of your favourite colours

- Every injured Hashira goes to the Butterfly Estate for treatment, right? But it’s different for you. Whenever you’re injured, you’re end up staying there longer as Shinobu mixes your medicine with sickness-inducing poison to keep you unwell for longer. As cruel as it is, Shinobu has no ill intentions. She merely wants your love and by making you sick, she has a better chance to refine her relationship with you

- “Oh my, Myōji-chan. Your temperature is quite high and you’ve been coughing so much, you’re losing your voice. Hmm, it seems that the symptoms point to a case of the cold. Sadly, a strong one too. But, please, do not worry. I will take wonderful care of you! We do need our Ice Hashira as soon as possible, and I’ll make sure you are in perfect health”

- Shinobu lies to you all the time, especially when you start to pick up on that she may be harming you on purpose to keep you against your will at the Butterfly Estate. What? Don’t be ridiculous! She’s a doctor, why would she make a problem, she solves them!

- Her tactics of making you sick is her form of kidnapping. She won’t actually kidnap you at all since her Estate is way too occupied that it’s quite possible her girls will find you. So, she’ll just keep making you unwell so she can treat you and just HOPE you get injured again so she can repeat the process

- Shinobu is VERY-EXTREMELY likely to kill potential love interests, sharing this Yandere trait with Sanemi and Obanai, but does not care at all if you know. She is very clever in her methods that keeps her hands clean of blood and everybody else except you in firm belief that she had nothing to do with the ‘accident’; she befriends the person, poisons their food/drink, brings them to her estate to “treat them” then kill them in the most brutal fashions before disposing every inch of the body with her impeccable range of poisons

- Shinobu is the most manipulative Yandere Hashira out of the whole nine. She manipulated everybody around her all the time from the beginning of Kanae’s death and it just became a habit to trick the human mind with her silver tongue and a fake but convincing smile. You can’t blame her for the deaths of your potential love interests, she’ll twist your words and viewpoint till you’re apologising for “misaccusing” her

- Tag-teaming with her Manipulation, Shinobu is deceptive! She misleads everybody, including you into believing she couldn’t hurt a fly. Sure, she kills demons but she doesn’t like it! Don’t you believe her? She is so harmless, she just wants to love the world!

- Such talk makes Shinobu feel sick. Her? Like demons? Please, she wishes the most horrible deaths on every single demon in this world, including that Nezuko. And no human is safe either, anybody that wants your love is a demon and must be executed

- Shinobu is violent. Horrifyingly violent towards everybody else but slightly violent towards you. She’ll break a bone or maybe another on you in which she sees as inevitable whilst she’ll badly mulitate her enemies, no matter if they may be human or demon. You know of this as she brings evidence of her work to gloat and there is no way you’ll ever see Shinobu again without intense fear

- Her forced but sugary sweet smile clashing with her lifeless purple eyes makes your spine buckle in pure terror as she tilts your chin up with the sharp tip of her stinger katana. What does she do with you? At the end, she’ll hurt you then she’ll heal and love you

- Yandere Shinobu is also insensitive and psychotic, this being when you get more insight of her Yandere side. She is insensitive to your problems with her behaviour. What’s the matter? Who cares if a few people you liked died, you’re mother is dying, it happens to everybody. She is, as well, psychotic. Her head is cracking and chipping like glass, she is losing her sanity over you and her eyes are playing tricks on her too

- Wait a second, since when did you get in the bathtub with her? Whoa, you’re getting in her lap?! N-no way, you’re about to kiss her! BAM. Shinobu snaps back to reality and sighs in pain. She doesn’t care that she is suffering hallucinations, she cares that what she saw didn’t actually happen. She would have gladly killed the Master for a fun time in the bathtub with you

- Now, who do you belong to? Yes, Shinobu! And she will drill that into your head. Meaning, you’re not seeing anybody else ever again, family or friends. You’re hers, her little Rosy Maple. Why do you need other people when all the love, all the luxury and all the attention one could want in over twenty lifetimes exists in the Butterfly Estate, the home of the Insect Hashira. The one and only, who is willing to destroy, kill and die for you

- Hashira and lower-ranks alike may call Shinobu the Butterfly but you’re the real Butterfly in this situation’s deadly pinchers. You’re the helpless prey to Shinobu’s powerful predator. She has you trapped in her cocoon and she’ll paint it red with blood as much as she needs to keep you trapped

- “Here, my precious Rosy Maple. Try this kimono on! Why, yes. It matches mine, I got it specially ordered for you so go on, be quick and don’t be annoying by messing around. Just put it on and show it to me. Very easy, I know you can manage that”

#kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #anime and manga #kocho shinobu #shinobu kocho #yandere #yandere romance #Yandere shinobu kocho #kny hashira #insect hashira #yandere imagines #kny imagines #headcanons

[sallowslady]

Annoying Sebastian // Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

Pairing: Sebastian Sallow x Female Reader

Words: 1.6k

Chapter Warnings: Harsh language, the female reader’s house is not specified, relationship between Sebastian and the female reader, use of 1st person for the reader

Summary: Sebastian and you (1st person) are preparing for the N.E.W.Ts exams. 

A/N: English is not my first language, so I apologise for any mistakes or errors. The idea to write this one shot was inspired by my request to @sebswebs, but I started to write on this before I made the request, and now I finished and wanted to share it with you guys. You can read her version of the idea here: https://www.tumblr.com/sebswebs/718263811115827200/hi-love-i-have-a-request-for-you-i-would-love?source=share. She’s so talented and kind 🤍

If anyone said preparing for the N.E.W.T’s exams was easy, they were lying. It was almost shocking how silent the Great Hall could be, full of sixth and seventh-year students, working on their upcoming exams and doing homework.

Except for the annoying tapping sound against the table on my right that was about to drive me insane was the hall quiet. Only some whispers could be heard here and there from people talking, probably discussing the upcoming exams.

We had only been in here for almost half an hour and as much as I tried to ignore the sound that had taken my focus for the last couple of minutes and read my book while taking notes, I couldn’t just ignore it anymore.

“Stop it!” I hissed, looking at my boyfriend to the right of me and took hold of the quill in his hand, making the tapping sound stop. Finally.

Brown, hazel eyes met mine and a smirk took shape on his lips.

“Why?” Sebastian asked like it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world and raised his brow.

“Because I’m trying to study and you should too,” I complained, turning back to my book and tried to find out where I came from.

A light chuckle escaped from Sebastian’s mouth. For a moment there was silence and nothing happened and I could focus on my reading until I started to feel air in my head so that my hair flew around in my face.

Sebastian fucking Sallow was blowing air in my hair from his lips. I ignored it, hoping it would make him stop and that it was no longer fun for him, but he continued.

“What the fuck are you doing?” My voice was sounding shrill. He was really starting to piss me off now.

“Blowing your hair?” He answered with that same cocky tone as before, like it was nothing and he was innocent. What a fucking baby.

I could feel another blow in my hair and without thinking I smacked a hand on his cheek, making him back off.

“Ouch,” Sebastian said like he was hurt and touched his cheek. “What was that for?” His voice was all innocent.

It wasn’t a hard smack I had given him. Okay, maybe a little.

“You’re so annoying,” I hissed, my eyes looking directly into his. “I have been trying to study and read for the last half hour and all you have done is being annoying and loud. I can’t concentrate and this is important, Sebastian.”

Another smirk took place on Sebastian’s lips and then he leaned into me, starting to place kisses all over my face. On my nose, my forehead, my cheeks, my chin, my lips, my ears, just everywhere.

If it would have been another time I would have found it funny and enjoyed it but right now I couldn’t be more annoyed with him.

“Sebastian, fucking stop,” I said, still pissed but more relaxed than before. I really didn’t want to freak out on him, but I could feel the blood boiling inside of me.

Sebastian ignored me and continued his kisses. As if his kisses weren't enough, he started to add his tongue to them, making my face wet.

“Sebastian, I mean it. If you don’t fucking stop now then-“

“Then what?” He teased.

He laid his lips on my ear loves and started to bite on them. Sometimes I was sure there was something wrong with him and that was now.

I pushed his head away and dried my face with my hand before I moved further away from him on the bench.

“I’m bored,” He complained and started tapping his fingers into the table instead of the quill. Oh god.

“And?” I raised a brow at him. “Make your homework, read your books, prepare for your exams. Just do something.”

“Don’t want to,” He shrugged as he laid his head down on the table. “Can’t we do something? Play something? Go for a walk? Fuck?” He sighed. 

I gave him a weird look, shaking my head.

“My priority right now is to be done with this book and the notes I’m taking,” I just answered. I did not have time to take a break. I was lacking behind, funny enough because I spent too much time with Sebastian and this was important. It was about my future and my job opportunities.

“You’re so boring,” He said and moved closer to me. He then laid down so his back was on the bench and placed his head in my lap, looking up at me. “Please, let’s take a break.”

“Sebastian, you haven’t even started yet.”

“I know, but I’m not going to make it, at least not today,” He said as he started to play with my shirt with his fingers. “You shouldn’t either.”

“I have to if I want a future that includes becoming a professor or an Auror.” I sighed.

“No, you don’t.” His voice was cocky. He couldn’t care more about our homework or mine since he wasn’t going to make his own.

“Your double chin is cute from down here,” He smirked and started touching my chin. “And your nos-“

I smacked his hand away.

“Stop it!” I said, covering my hand on his mouth. I could feel his warm breath on my hand. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise as he started to lick my hand, but it did.

“You’re so fucking nasty,” I said in disgust and removed my hand from his mouth.

He just chuckled, as the fact that I had just called him nasty didn’t even bother him and then he grabbed my hand. I was about to pull it to me as he started to place kisses around my hand and fingers.

“I’m just so bored,” He laughed, continuing to kiss my fingers. “And in love.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t hide the small smile that formed on my lips. I didn’t want to smile right now. He needed to know that I was dead serious about this. Sebastian smirked.

“I have to be done with this,” I said with a sigh and squeezed his nose.

“What about me?” He complained.

“What about you?” I asked him, looking down at his face. His hair was a mess.

“You have to be as focused on me as you’re on your book and notes right now,” He explained with a smile on his lips. “I’m way more interesting than that book of yours.”

A sarcastic laugh escaped my lips.

“Sebastian, we are together every day. We are even doing homework together right now.” I said, still laughing over his childish comment, but it wasn’t a ‘You’re funny’ laugh, but rather an ‘I’m going to kill you soon if you don’t stop’ laugh.

“I know, but I miss you already,” He complained again and started to play with my fingers.

“Go find Ominis,” I said, again trying to find out where I came from in the book.

“But it’s not Ominis that I want.” Sebastian almost whimpered, sounding whiny and needy. “It’s you.”

“At this point, I don’t even care what you want.” My voice was harsh and annoyed. “I’m surprised you passed your O.W.Ls with your approach to our homework and exams.”

“What can I say? I’m a smart man.” His voice was confident and a smile was forming on his lips. “I don’t need to do homework.”

“I’m starting to doubt that,” I mumbled, finally finding the page I had reached before Sebastian interrupted me. “You’re more like a baby right now.”

I didn’t regret my words at all. Sebastian acted like a baby, not a young man who would turn 18 soon.

He just laughed. A cocky, confident laugh. It was like that was his only way of reacting to whatever I said or did to him right now. He couldn’t take anything seriously. He wouldn’t take me seriously, and that kind of pissed me off. This was important to me, and he knew that.

I began to read again the moment Sebastian stopped talking to me. His head was still in my lap, and he played with my hair as I read and took notes. It felt as if he was finally relaxing and not going to annoy me anymore when I felt a pull in my hair.

I took a deep breath and ignored it, but then I could feel another pull in my hair, and that was it. I pushed Sebastian roughly away from me, so much so that he almost fell off the bench we were sitting on and began to pack my things. I was shaking from anger.

All eyes were now on us or at least that’s how it felt, but I didn’t care.

“Fucking idiot,” I snarled and began to walk away from him, my embrace full of my things. I walked towards the exit of the Great Hall and I could hear footsteps behind me.

I didn’t even have to look back to know that it was Sebastian. I was so angry and annoyed that I could feel the tears pressing in my eyes, wanting to come out. I was not exactly sad, but more disappointed and mad. So fucking mad, but the last thing I wanted to do was to cry.

“Babe, I’m sor-'' Sebastian began, but I cut him off.

“Do not fucking talk to me right now or I don’t know what I will be capable of doing to you.” My voice was full of anger, yet you could hear how I was about to break down and cry. “Leave me alone.”

I could hear the footsteps stopping behind me and with that, I knew he wasn’t following me anymore.

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