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EXO Mafia Reaction: When their fiancee runs away

||| Anon asked:  Hi there ! Can I get a BTS and EXO mafia reaction when their fiancee runs away? |||

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Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

He was keeping track of not only you but all off your devices, so he knew you were planing to escape.

*Snatching your phone from your hand* “Jagi, I think we need to talk.”


Xiumin/Kim Minseok

Originally posted by katherine8595

One night you woke up to Minseok sitting in the corner of your room.

“So you’re finally awake. It’s time to stop playing these silly games and come back home with me.”


Chen/Kim Jongdae

Originally posted by kim-jongmin

When one day he came back after work and saw you missing, he couldn’t believe you betrayed him like that.

“That girl… She couldn’t have gone far.” he thought getting into his car.


D.O/Do Kyungsoo

Originally posted by krapyeol

He would be angry af. He was at work when his men called him and told that they lost sight of you. He trashed his office before storming out to go find you.

“Aish, she’s nothing but trouble.”


Kris/Wu Yifan

Originally posted by browbrothers

After he told you, he’s in the mafia, he expected all kind of reactions but definitely not this. Trying to control his anger, he gathered all his men and told them to bring you back using any means possible.

“She has to be back home by evening, you understand?”


Tao/Huang Zitao

Originally posted by anki-tao

After not seeing him for a few weeks and thinking you finally escaped, he came in and sat down at the opposite side of the table at the restaurant you were having dinner at.

“I gave you enough time to change your mind and come back on your own, seeing as you have no plans of doing it, I will take you myself.”


Kai/Kim Jongin

Originally posted by katherine8595

He would be pissed.

“I tell her my secrets and this is how she repays me.”


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by katherine8595

He was searching for you for a whole week so when he finally saw you in another city he slammed you into an alley wall between the buildings.

“Naughty girl, so this is were you were hiding.”


Luhan

Originally posted by callmeminseok

He knew exactly were you’re going so decided to watch from a distance and see what you will come up with. In a few days he lost interest though and decided to just approach you.

“Had your fun? Now it’s time to go home.”


Lay/Zhang Yixing

Originally posted by katherine8595

A few months later you were about to go out of your new apartment when you opened the door and saw Yixing. 

“You’re pretty good at this, it took me longer than expected to find you.” he said throwing you over his shoulder and descending down the stairs to the car.


Suho/Kim Junmyeon 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

He found you the same day in one of the train stations.

“I didn’t propose to you so you would leave me the next day, you should now understand that there is no escape, I have eyes all over the country.”


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by kaisoh

You were packing your things not expecting him to be back home so soon. You didn’t even hear him approach you from behind.

“Going somewhere? You know you can’t do that. We are engaged now.”


A/N: Hope you enjoyed!! I wrote this as if the member is the gang leader. BTS reaction coming up next. Feel free to request more scenarios, reactions etc, I keep up with a lot of groups, both male and female!! 😄

The Club (M)

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader
Genre: Smut with a dash of fluff.
Word count: 3.6k 

Part one: Kitchen Counter, Part two: Laundry Room.

» Song: Love In This Club part II

Summary: ”Or we can just do it here.“ He hummed, his fingers immediately latching onto his belt and working as quickly as ever to get it loose. “Jeon Jungkook,” You quietly scolded with a laugh, placing a hand over his and looked around. “People can see you.” Once you looked back down at him, he shook his head slowly, “It doesn’t matter, baby,” He reasoned, his tongue flickering over his lips. “Everyone’s wasted, I promise. I just…I want you so bad.” 


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Thoughts full

“AHHHH!” A loud shriek pierced the otherwise silent ship, starling the occupants from their state of relaxation. The paladins sprinted towards the source of the sound in a panic, all finding themselves in front of Lance’s door, panting, weapons at the ready.

 Shiro, who arrived first, burst through the door and scanned the room for immediate danger. Seeing the room empty he relaxed and moved further into the room that smelt distinctly of sea. 

 He rushed over to Lance who was slumped over his desk, signs of his previous tasks pushed to the floor, the others close behind. Lance was on the floor, curled up in pain, sweat streamed off him in fountains. 

“Lance? Can you hear me?” Shiro asked firmly, he got no response. He reached his biological hand down and onto Lance’s forehead, hissing as he got burnt. 

“He’s burning.” 

 Hunk ran out in worry, headed for Coran and the healing pods. Shiro quickly picked Lance up but almost dropped him when Lance began thrashing around, weak whimpers making their way through his lips as his face screwed up in pain. 

 The remaining team sprinted out of the room, Shiro careful not to jostle Lance too much as they made their way to the medical bay. Ahead of them they saw Coran quickly setting up one of the pods. 

 "Does he need a suit?“ Pidge asked in a rush and Coran shook his head. 

“We can do that if he needs long term recovery!” Coran said and opened the pod, Shiro handed Lance over to Coran who gently placed him in the pod. It hissed close and immediately began scanning. 

 "What happened to Lance?“ Allura asked after a tense silence, Keith looked up. 

 "We’re not sure,” Keith said and Hunk quickly added on. 

“We just heard his scream and then we found him on the floor,” Hunk said and twisted his fingers together nervously. “Maybe it’s a fit?”

“The pod is almost finished scanning.” Coran said and a loud beep resonated from the machine, the team huddled around as Coran read the symbols popping up on the monitor. Corans twirled his moustache in confusion. “It’s not detecting anything wrong… Just a heightened magnetic energy coming from his brain.”

“What would that mean?” Pidge asked as she tried to read the report. 

“It may be a migraine,” Coran suggested and sighed. “But having him in the pod will not help him any, we’ll have to pull him out.”

“….” The paladins watched in unsure silence as Coran pressed a few buttons and he pod once again opened, Lance slumped out and Coran caught him. He carried him over to a bed and winced when Lance moaned and grasped his head.

“My boy,” Coran whispered and Lance’s eyes slowly- painfully- opened. 

“Coran, my head hurts.” Lance said and winced. “What’s the matter? Why is everyone talking?” 

“No one’s talking.” Shiro whispered and Lance cried out in pain. 

“You’re all talking too much, stop, it hurts.” Lance whined and curled up into himself.

Everyone stayed silent, staring at Lance in worry. 

“Please.” Lance moaned out in pain before his eyes fell shut once more and he slumped into the bed. Everyone looked at each other but before anyone could talk Allura ushered them all except Coran out of the room.

Coran hadn’t the slightest clue what was wrong with the paladin.


Lance awoke, the blank ceiling staring back at him, as if to taunt his existence. He heard whispers, silent murmurs pass through his mind. But he felt nothing but the slight, dull pain in his mind.

He really needed a drink.

So, he got up- wincing at a sudden pain that passed through his mind- and made his way towards the kitchen. The whispers grew louder and Lance tried to block them out- but he couldn’t- they were at the forefront of his mind, demanding attention. He still couldn’t make out what they were, but he had to wonder if he were simply hearing things, if he had gone crazy. Gotten some type of cabin fever in space.

He finally made it to the kitchen but he winced as one of the voices took prevalence over the others, he began to recognise the voice. The worried thoughts, endless with questions, filled with an intelligent undertone. Pidge.

He had no clue why he was hearing Pidge. Maybe he had banged his head, maybe he truely was going crazy. Or maybe Pidge was simply talking loud.

The kitchen was empty when he made it there, he quickly got himself a drink of water before gulping it down and filling the cup once more. Then he made his way out, going in search of the others.

He first found Keith, Keith’s voice got louder and Lance clutched his head in pain. Keith turned and raised his hand to greet Lance but dropped it when Lance ran out of the room.

On his way back to his room he bumped into Pidge. Whispers ran through Lance’s mind like a scream and Lance cried out, unused to the invasion of his mind. Pidge held her arms out for Lance in worry but cried out when he bolted from the scene.

He finally made it to his room, Lance locked the door behind him and slid onto the floor, tears pouring from his blood shot eyes. The whispers in his head calmed down, every now and then a more alert and clear voice would cut through the canopy of murmurs and every time Lance would wince.

He was going crazy. Officially bonkers. Lance pulled at his hair desperately.

‘Where is Lance?’ Lance whipped his head around in search of the posh voice. It was Allura. 

He’s probably in his room.’

There’s no way Lance had heard Allura talking through the door. He was loosing his mind. 

Was this his room?’

Lance shook his head, there was no way he had heard any of that. But surely, a knock sounded and Lance yelped in shock. A variety of sentences came through to Lance’s mind and lance blinked back painful tears. “Lance?” The muffled voice came through the door and Lance wavered.

There were other words being spoken, some he couldn’t catch others he could get a vague meaning of. But none of them spoken aloud, none of them muffled through the metal wall separating them. All of them in Lance’s mind.

Lance opened the door and Allura took in his tearful, dishevelled appearance and blinked in surprise. “Lance, are you feeling fine?” ‘He looks bad, maybe I should cut them all some slack’

“Yeah. It’s just a head ache but the others might appreciate a break too.” Lance answered absent-mindedly.

“Pardon?”‘Did I miss a part of the conversation?’ Now Lance was confused.

“No…. You didn’t miss any of the conversation?” Lance said questioningly and Allura gasped. 

“Did you hear that?” Allura asked and Lance frowned. ‘Can you hear this?’

“Yeah” Lance asked looked at Allura weirdly. “Are you feeling alright?”

“I didn’t say that aloud.” Allura answered and frowned. ‘Watch my lips.’

Her lips didn’t move, not even an inch. Yet he could still hear her. 

“…..” Lance stared at her in horror as more thoughts flooded his mind, thoughts of her home planet, thoughts of her life before. But mainly her hatred for those who destroyed her planet. Hatred for Zarkon.

All thoughts she couldn’t stop, they were a constant stream. Never ending.

“Lance, please don’t freak out, it’ll make this all worse.” Allura tried to calm as she noticed the hazy look in Lance’s eyes. Sweat formed between Lance’s brows and he looked faint. 

“I-I can read- your mind?” Lance questioned and Allura looked as lost. 

“Possibly” Allura said and looked down. ‘I’ll have to see if Coran knows about this.’

Allura left. Lance concentrated on the whispers passing through his mind. They were his teammates.

Hunk’s anxious stream of though. Keith’s brash word. Pidge’s blunt though process and Shiro’s tortured whispers.

All within Lance’s brain, waiting to be deciphered. Lance rubbed his temple, trying to rid the headache.

Lance could read minds.


Lance cautiously made his way down the hallway of the ship, headed to the medical bay. Everyone was already there, waiting for Lance. Lance knew that of course.

He walked through the door and cringed at the flood of voices. Thoughts mixed with real conversation, leaving Lance in a muddled haze.

He could hear many things directed his way, thoughts and actual words as the team crowded around him. 

“My boy,” Coran’s calm voice pierced through the confusion and Lance focused on him, feeling a hand on his shoulder. “Listen to my voice only.”

The other paladins had stopped talking and Coran walked closer. “Do you feel the separation?”

Lance nodded, feeling the voices recede. There was a distinct wall between his own consciousness and their thoughts.

Coran took Lance’s face into his hands. “Now, focus on pushing the voices away, thickening that wall.”

Lance did as told, pushing his friends worries and thoughts and secrets away. Wincing when a particular thought would yell out. Finally, the thoughts receded and all they were was a small whisper in the back of his mind.

Lance released a breath he didn’t know he was holding and grabbed Coran’s arms for support. “Breathe my boy,” Coran whispered and Lance felt like crying.

The headache was gone. 

“There will always be a wall beween your thoughts and ours,” Coran stated and patted Lance’s back. “Just remember that and use it to control it.”

“How did you know that?” Lance asked after a long pause and Coran smiled sadly.

“I should have realised sooner,” Coran looked down in thought. “It’s always a trait the blue paladin gains, after all.”

This post got me thinking about all the ways the Foxes are petty with each other just to be assholes. So here’s some thoughts I had on the lengths the Foxes go to in order to get on each other’s nerves. 

  • When Kevin looks through the cabinets and finds candy and sweets, he always moves them to the top most shelf so that Andrew can’t reach. Oddly enough, he’s never seen Andrew climb the cabinets for the sweets. And yet somehow, he always has a bag of them open in his lap. Turns out Andrew just planted the sweets in the cabinet as a decoy and has his own hidden stash under his bed.
  • More often than not, Kevin gets super bossy during practices. So Dan likes to assert her position as captain by making Kevin run random laps in the middle of practice. Eventually, Kevin had broke down and turned to Wymack asking “Are you seriously letting her stop the scrimmage for me to run a lap?!” but Wymack just shrugged and said, “She’s your captain.” Secretly Wymack enjoyed Kevin’s incredulous expression of annoyance.

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dickhead || zach dempsey

prompt: Can you do a zach imagine where you guys are dating and you find out what he did to Hannah

warnings: swearing

a/n: no sad ending dont worry , as always hope you enjoy, feedback is appreciated and requests are open also im gonna assume zach is a senior bc im not sure myself


Zach didn’t intend for you to find out, he hoped he could’ve avoided the whole tape situation. You and Zach were in a happy relationship, having meeting him at the end of junior year. He at first came off as a dick and an idiot, just trying to impress his idiot friends. But once you got to know him, he was a sweetheart who wanted to be a marine biologist. You loved Zach Dempsey and he loved you too.

You had your earbuds in listening to your playlist, and minding your own business. You were gonna meet your boyfriend Zach for lunch, and he was gonna take you out. Your peaceful walk was interrupted by an anxious Clay Jensen. “Hey Y/N.” Clay greeted you, you took out one earbud and gave him a smile. “Hi Clay.”

“How do you do it?” He asked, and you looked at him in confusion. “How do I do what?” You asked as the two of you kept walking. “How can you still date Zach after what he has done?” Clay asked and you stopped walking. The thing was that you were aware of the tapes, as you heard Zach’s conversations with Justin, Marcus and others. You didn’t mean to listen, it was simply walking in on the wrong time. But you never knew who were on the tapes or what they did. So hearing Clay tell you this was some surprising news.

“What did Zach do?” You asked slowly, not ready to hear what Clay was about to say. “I’m sorry Y/N, but Zach and Hannah had the same Communications class. And they were doing anonymous compliments, Zach had started taking Hannah’s compliments after she rejected him. Hannah had set up a trap and left a letter for Zach, which had very personal subjects. He found the letter and read it and Hannah said he threw it away. I really am sorry Y/N.” Clay explained and you couldn’t believe it.

You were silent, you couldn’t process the new information and you started walking towards the school entrance, Clay followed behind and spoke repeated “I’m sorry Y/N.” But you shook it off, “It’s fine Clay. I know you meant no harm.” Then you left the school and saw Zach parked out front, waiting for you. Zach noticed something was off once you entered his car, you didn’t greet him as usual.

Zach had drove to Rosie’s diner. You both entered and sat a booth and you sat across from Zach rather than next to him. You ordered your food and continued to sit in silence. “What’s wrong Y/N, you’re quiet. I miss your smile.” Zach asked, desperate to get a reaction from you. “Why the hell did you do it?” You asked, not look at him. “Why’d I do what?” He asked genuinely confused. “Why the hell would you do that Hannah? Even after knowing what had happened to her.” You asked, finally looking at Zach. “I don’t know why. I-I freaked out. I didn’t know she would react like that.” Zach shot back.

“Did you really throw away the letter?” You asked after moments of silence, your food arriving at your table. “No, I never threw it away. She was lying about that. Well I don’t know what she saw but I never threw it away.” He said, taking out his wallet and showing you the letter. The letter was folded up and kinda crumpled with ‘Zach’ written on top with Hannah’s handwriting. “I didn’t know she would react that way.” Zach said and you sighed, getting up and moving to sit next to Zach. “I hope you know I’m still mad at you. You’re kinda a dickhead for what you did.” You said in a matter of fact way. Zach laughed softly and moved his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him.

“I know I’m a dickhead. I regret what I did you know.” He spoke and you laughed. “Yeah but you’re my dickhead. I love you Zach Dempsey.” You said, pulling him into a kiss. “And I love you Y/N Y/L/N.” He said once the two of you pulled away.


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My grandma lived under the house

by reddit user chewingskin

Before you read these moments from my life, I’d like to apologize for the language, but I’m trying to recall it from the exact detail.

During the months of June, July, and August, I spent many hot summers of my childhood at my Grandmother’s house further west on the island of Cape Breton. The forest was plentiful, the plains were a vibrant green, and my Grandmother’s house was a rickety old two-story that was built sometime in the 50’s and looked like it didn’t belong.

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Why Does it Have to be You? - Damian Wayne x Reader

Originally posted by crownprincefreeza

Requested by Anon -  a Damian x reader where Klarion has started causing chaos around Gotham and the only person he’s willing to listen to is the reader, because he has a crush on them.


The night was a quiet one. So quiet, in fact, Damian sent you home earlier when he caught you yawning one too many times. He knew you hadn’t been getting much rest lately. 

Damian was currently crouched by a stone gargoyle, debating whether he should turn in himself. The thought about crawling into bed next to you seemed very appealing. He frowned, glancing at the clock tower behind him to find it still an unnaturally early hour. Taking out his grapple gun, Damian decided to make one more round of the city before returning home to you.

Damian was just going passed the Gotham Train Station when a explosion sent him tumbling to the ground. He rolled back to his feet before scrambling to see what happened. Much to his displeasure, he spotted a swam of magical energy surrounding the building. 

Swinging down to slip into the building through one of the windows, Damian growled as he saw Klarion floating in the center of the room. 

“What are you doing here, Witch Boy?” Damian demanded, dropping down to the floor. Klarion sneered at him, lifting a finger to zap a civilian unlucky enough to cross his path. The person turned into a mouse, scurrying away. 

“Go away, Birdy. My kitty might eat you,” Klarion threatened, glancing around. He frowned when he realized Damian was the only vigilante in the room. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Damian sighed, sensing what this was about. “(Y/N) is not here, Witch Boy. I’m afraid you only have me tonight.” He watched silently as Klarion’s face slowly grew redder and more grotesque. Damian’s eyes widened when he felt something brush against his leg. He glanced down to find Teekl. Before he could move, Teekl turned into a giant beast. Damian fought the monstrous Teekl while Klarion threw magic blasts at him. 

“No, No, No!!!” Klarion was screaming as Damian did his best to avoid the magic blasts and Teekl. Eventually, one of Teekl’s paws slammed into Damian throwing him out of the building and into the street. Damian could feel one of his ribs crack, but rolled out of the way of another magic blast from Klarion.

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Blizzard

Summary: You and your three-month work crush get stuck in a Target store when a blizzard hits town. Fluff ensues.

Author’s Note: To start off Marvel-ous July, here’s a winter season fanfic, even though it’s the opposite weather right now here in sunny California.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 1,878

Originally posted by buchanstan

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Trouble man - Part 1

Title: Trouble Man - Part 1

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Your boyfriend had cheated on you, and in a way to escape the pain, you moved back to New York with your brother, only to meet the guy you had slept with before you left. James Buchanan Barnes. And he was trouble.

Warnings: NSFW, angst,

A/n: I hope it’s good, I’ll be tagging those who wanna be tagged, the first 25, and I really hope you all enjoy it❤❤ I have seven tags left and will answer and tag the first nine:). Please request in the ask box. Thank you💞

Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell

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Invisible // Teen Wolf Pack x Reader

Apparently Invisible got deleted so; Enjoy this was my first one shot on here:


“I think she’s Supernatural,” Lydia stated, pointing at the popular (h/c) haired girl. The said girl looked over and smiled at the group.

Stiles smiled, saying to the pack,“ There’s no way she could be supernatural. I mean she’s the popular who loves fricken kittens of all things.”

“So? You can likes things and be Supernatural. I like cats,” Lydia purses her lips,“ After school she always goes missing. Never hangs out with friends, never calls or texts anyone. She’s invisible.”

“Well maybe she’s just keeping to herself?” Scott suggested, keeping an eye on (Y/n).

“ Maybe Scott’s right. She could just be there all the time after school,” Allison agreed with her boyfriend.

“Well,” Isaac smirked,“ There was this one time on the weekend a while ago. I saw her and she was acting suspicious so you know, I followed her.”

“You followed a high school girl without her permission like a creep?” Stiles laughed,“ Great if she isn’t supernatural she’ll probably call the cops.”

“Let me finished,” Isaac glared at the sarcastic teen,“ Anyway she knew I was following her so she turned. When I turned she was gone but her scent was still there. It was like she was next to me but she wasn’t.”

“ I don’t know about you guys but I’m following her after school,” Lydia stated,“ Who’s coming with me?”

(Y/n) stretched her arms out,’ Finally schools over.’ She started walking out of the school, unaware that Isaac Lahey was following her, the others setting up traps.

She looked back, making eye contact with the tall teen,’ Great, he’s following me again,’ she started walking back into the school, him following her. She turned a corner, turning invisible.

He turned the corner, sniffing the air,“ (Y/n) I know you’re here.” She stayed silent. “What are you exactly?” he asked,“ I can keep a secret.“  Her scent faded away.

The next day at lunch a furious (Y/n) came to their table. "Isaac Lahey you stalker,” she hissed. “Woah what did I do,” he asked ‘innocently’, smirking at her.

“You know what you did,” she glared at him. “Well,” Stiles looked at her with a bitch face,“ What did he do?”

“He keeps following me after school and on weekends. It’s creepy and it’s scaring me,” she stated,“ If he keeps doing it I will report him.”

“Welllllllll,” Scott looked around her, not making eye contact,“ He really likes you and wants to take you on a date.”

“Yeah,” Lydia joined in,“ He really thinks-” “ I have a boyfriend,” (Y/n) cut her off,“ Also I’m not interested in people like him.” “People like him?”

“You know,” she pursed her lips,“ Stalker, creepy, he smells like a dog. Oh also I thought he was dating Stiles.”

“You thought I was gay?” He asked in disbelief,“ I would never date Stiles I have standards!” “Yeah thanks,” Stiles glared,“ Anyway lunch is over.”

The (h/c) haired girl rolled her eyes and stood up,“ See you last period Allison.”

Allison nodded and waved to the girl. “Idea,” Scott’s eyes lit up,“ Allison you’re gonna take her folder off her desk or out of her backpack. Leave it on her desk when she leaves and she’ll come back for it. We’ll set up a trap on top of the door. Like put a bucket of paint, which will reveal her if she’s invisible. So Isaac you have to follow her again.”

‘When will Isaac Lahey stop following me?’ (Y/n) thought to herself, turning the corner and turning invisible.

Isaac stood still. “I know you’re here (Y/n),” he stated.

She stood still, opening her backpack. She could wait for him to leave. As she looked in, her folder was missing, she panicked,’ No I could’ve left it in last period. Right?’

She quietly closed her backpack, walking towards the window of the classroom, which was thankfully open.

She hoisted herself up, looking at her desk. “Thank God it’s here,” she whispered, opening it up. 'All pages are here,’ she opened the classroom door, red sticky paint falling on top of her. It revealed herself.

The pack came out. “(Y/n). What are you,” Stiles asked, handing her a towel to get the paint out of her eyes.

She stayed still for a second before angrily grabbing the towel, wiping her face. She looked at her once white folder, now painted a blood red. All the papers in it were soaked with the paint.

“Go away,” she muttered, glaring at them. “We just wanted to know what you were,” Scott tried to explain.

“You could’ve asked Derek Hale,” she glared,“ Hell you could’ve asked Peter Hale. Do you stupid werewolves think before you do something?”

“It was an accident,” Lydia explained. “An accident which you planned for? Something that you set up. Because it was 'accidently’ my folder. You all were 'accidently’ in the perfect hiding spots. You 'accidently’ took the story I worked on for almost a year now. Every. Single. Day. Because this is what you 'accidently’ do to everything you’re suspicious of. Right,” she cried out, tears streaming down her red face.

The paint was probably in the stage where it was half dry and half wet. “(Y/n) we-” “Save it,” (Y/n) stated coldly.


Part Two

For some reason, I could not find this scene. Like I know it exists, but I couldn’t find it. Anyway, I’m gonna roll with this! For @jigglejaggle (Sorry this sat so long!)

It didn’t take long for the Paladins to learn to not underestimate their Bayards.

When Pidge shocked Lance with hers, she didn’t mean it as anything other than an annoyed jab to hush the boy, and when he fell to the ground, she smirked.

But, he didn’t come back up.

“Um, guys?” She started, staring at Lance with furrowed brows, and when Lance suddenly started convulsing, she cursed loudly. “Shit! Guys!”

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Mine - Damon Salvatore x Reader

Title: Mine

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompt: Can you do a Damon fic where the reader gets super pissed/jealois of him and makes a show of how he’s here? ((you said Tvd I assumed Vampire Diaries sorry if that’s not what you meant))

Originally posted by feedyourvanity

“Make it double please, I like my drinks strong.” Damon flashed the bartender one of his usual smiles but not one that he meant completely you knew it all too well.

“Something tells me it’s not the only thing you go hard on, huh?” the woman’s smirk was impossible to miss just as was the way she was leaning over the bar, giving him a full view of her cleavage instead of preparing what Damon asked from her.

“What can I say, guilty.” he shrugged, giving her a cheeky grin “But I’ve got my girl so, sorry but I’ll take only that drink for now.” he simply turned her down but she wasn’t having any of it. Obviously.

“Aw shame” she pouted her incredibly red lips “Because you know, I really would be in the mood to have it rough tonight.”

By this point Damon himself was starting to lose his patience, and you could clearly tell so even if you were a good few feet away “Look, you maybe be the kind of girl I’d go after but that was before I got my girl, and let me tell you she is a really special one. Now, the drink if you’d have no problem?” he raised an eyebrow but she didn’t move an inch.

“Oh I would have no problem if you’d give me something else too, you know.” she rested her chin on her palm and Damon gave her a strained chuckle.

“I told you. Not available.” he shook his head.

“And I heard that, I just thought that maybe you and me- after I’m done with work- I can get something else done too?” she bit her lips at him suggestively and you had such a hard time keeping a groan in.

“Really?” he asked back “And what could that be?” he was playing too but you had seen this too many times and each and every time it ended with the girl walking away. Alone.

“Oh I could always show you pretty quick.” she grinned, finally feeling successful.

“Hm let me think about it.” he paused for a moment “How about… no.” yes he was getting very annoyed, you knew that look all too well.

“Honestly?” she pouted, obviously not realizing what she could get into if she kept hitting on him “Because- I mean-” she grinned at him “-She doesn’t have to know.” she leaned even closer to him but Damon didn’t bat an eyelash. Maybe the old Damon would have been affected but not this Damon, under all the cockiness and smartass remarks you knew what a real sweetheart he was. Sure he didn’t like you saying it out loud because well he had a reputation but it was the truth. He cared about you and really loved you, there was no way he’d just leave you for another girl. You had been able to crack through that hard facade of his in the first place. You had been able to help him get his humanity back, numerous times at that, so no he wasn’t just going to cheat on you.

But that, despite how deep you knew his feelings to be of you, didn’t stop you from feeling jealous. Maybe you were a little irrational at times but truth was you knew how handsome Damon was and you knew he would draw all the ladies’ attention. Sometimes you really wished they would know what he really was. You would certainly laugh at seeing them run away frightened when you actually would always stick with him.

But once again, nothing stopped you from being jealous.

“Too bad she already knows then huh?” you asked, finally walking towards them and Damon finally noticed you, a smirkforming on his lips instantly.

“Oh you-” she started speaking but you cut her off before she could say more.

“Yeah me.” you grinned cheekily “And sorry to break it to you sweetheart but as you can see-” you gave her an annoyed look “There is no way you’d ever be able to take this hot stuff home when he has someone like me.”

“(Y/n)-” he started speaking but you hushed him by placing a finger over his lips.

“Now why don’t you make yourself useful and go brink that drink oh and your way there find a dictionary to learn the word ‘decency’ because you certainly have no idea what it means, yeah?”

“I- I-” she blinked stuttering.

“Yes, yes you. And bring me the same too, alright? No need to lose your job over a man who’d never come with you even if you were the last woman on Earth ok?” you didn’t leave any room for her to reply and even if she looked angry and was about to snap at you you knew she couldn’t because as of the moment you were the only one right.

And of course you didn’t even wait for a reply from her. Instead you turned to Damon who seemed ready to speak but couldn’t say a word. Of course he didn’t have to apologize to you but at the moment you were slightly angry with him. You swang one leg over his and you sat on his lap, each of your legs on his sides; wrapping around his waist. You grabbed the hem of his jacket and giving him a small smirk you crashed your lips to his. He jumped at first but, as you expected, he didn’t miss a beat to respond to the kiss.

You heard her say something and walk away but you didn’t pay much attention to her. You kissed Damon somewhat sloppily, your tongue tangled with his in a hot mess as his hands found your thighs. He gave them a squeeze and groaned loudly when you pressed yourself harder on him. Your hands rested on his neck and you pressed him to yourself. You breathed heavily as he did, your teeth grazing over his lips every so often and you heard him let out a small growl. His hand moved to your ass where he squeezed but before he could do anything else, and oh boy he did want to, you pressed your hands on his chest and pushed him away.

He let a small wine but you smirked at him, pleased with how red his lips looked from all the rough kissing “That- is for everybody that needs to know who you belong to.”

“Something tells me you’re a little jealous huh?” he grinned, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

You scoffed “Like hell Salvatore! I am just marking my territory.” you shrugged and leaned down, burying your face at the crook of his neck where you kissed and licked before you finally sucked at the soft spot. You knew there would be a hickey that would soon would disappear but you were content for it to be there even for a little while.

“Mhm” he groaned “Marking your territory? I like the sound of that.” he ran his hands up your back “Why not mark it a little more, you know just to make sure everybody can see it.” he smirked and you pulled slightly away, narrowing your eyes at him.

“I’m going to get you back for this you know it right.” you let a small growl and he grinned even more.

“Oh I look forward to it.” he breathed out and you rolled your eyes.

You hoped off him and grabbed his hand “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

“Oh I so love you not getting jealous!”

i love the idea of the foxes growing closer and softer as the years go and so have some hcs:

  • they still have their movie nights, even if on most nights they spend more time cuddling with their s/o than they spend time actually listening to the movies
    • kevin sometimes gets fed up with them all and leaves for his room to (re)watch exy games on his computer, but he still leaves his bedroom door open
  • one night they decide to google the meaning of their own names because why not. matt tears up a bit when he learns neil’s name means champion 
    • (-bro you’re the champion -champion of what? -of my heart bro        -bro)
    • nicky nearly punctures a lung laughing when he learns andrew’s name means ‘manly strong’
  • they all manage to brunch together at least one time a month and it’s usually fun, when aaron and andrew decide to stop giving each other’s lover dirty looks
  • matt is the best man for renee and allison’s wedding and the girls are the flower girls for dan and matt’s (neil is the best man)
  • after each game the foxes win, wymack goes up to kevin and ruffles his hair before congratulating the rest of team (kevin pretends he hates it) (he doesn’t)
  • on the bus back from games, the upperclassmen stop asking neil to come sit with them when they see him following andrew to a seat at the back of the bus
    • nicky no longer feels guilty for spending time away from the monsters. they’re still family and he’ll stick with them through thick and thin, but he’s finally learning how to be happy
  • the term ‘monster’ is slowly erased out of their conversations, especially on nights they see andrew and neil’s hands linked together, or neil asleep with his head in andrew’s lap
  • each time erik comes stay with nicky for few days, they all have diner together, and they’re all there when erik proposes to nicky on one of those nights
  • the foxes learn, as time goes, that it’s better not to do anything on wymack’s birthday, but if they all lay silent in bed at night, thanking him for the second, third, fourth chances they’ve been given, there’s nothing to stop them.
Ten

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Note: This is so out of order, but this was supposed to be a scene from a super long modern day royalty AU I had planned. Basically, you’re the new crown princess of a country because your sibling abdicates from the throne over INSTAGRAM and… arranged marriage…etc. Anyway, this is just a short thing I wrote. I had to post. Thanks @nottodayjeon and @hayjeon for proofing and feedback. 

Summary: You’re too busy these days to have a decent meal with your husband let alone spend quality time with him, but Yoongi is determined to make things work. 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Modern Royalty AU
Warnings: sexual content
Word Count: 2723

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“My approval ratings are down,” you huff, scrolling through the media summary your secretary had prepared for you as you walk into the kitchen. You know Yoongi will be here in the mornings, hovering over the pot of coffee he prefers to brew himself.

“Well good morning to you too,” Yoongi sniffs, frowning at the way you’re immersed in the news without even the smallest glance in his direction. He hands you a cup of coffee made just the way you like it (splash of milk, no sugar).

You take the cup with an absentminded “thanks” said in a soft tone, too distracted by the polling data showing a dip in approval after the news of your impending ascension to the throne was released. It hurt a little that a percentage of the people liked you well enough as a princess, but wouldn’t support the idea of you as an active, ruling queen.

“Put the tablet down. No reading the news until after you give me a morning kiss.” You nearly jump out of your skin when Yoongi sidles up behind you to kiss your neck softly. “Tablet. Down. Now.” And who are you to deny your husband when he orders so nicely?

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anonymous asked:

Let me sneak this in before I get ready to go to work and you close your box. Can I get domestic HCs, or a drabble if you prefer, for post-ending, everyone lives Chocobos with their pregnant s/o? Like they all thought this was gonna be a terrible ending, yet here they are with a kid on the way. Thanks!

Noctis can’t believe that he’s still alive. He can’t believe that he gets a second chance––he wakes up on the floor of the throne room and feels the warmth of sunlight on his face. The first thing he does is bolt back outside, and sees that his friends are still alive as well. After a brief reunion, he runs back home, to you.

He makes love to you that night, vigorously, sensually, as if he’s finally breached the surface of the ocean and is able to take in his first exhilarating breath. The passion takes you two over and you fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Noctis sets to work on rebuilding the Citadel. The moment you tell him that you’re pregnant, he falls to his knees, holds you close and thanks the Six for his gift. A family––he can hardly believe it. He becomes the King that Insomnia has always deserved, and dotes on you hand and foot. He promises to be a dedicated father and husband, and he never disappoints you. He cherishes every moment he’s able to spend with you as your womb grows, because he knows that every minute is a blessing from the Astrals.


Prompto emerges from the final battle alive, but badly injured. He hobbles home to you and you take care of his wounds, teasingly scolding him that he was trying too hard to be a hero. He jokes that he figured it would impress you, and you smack him playfully on the arm as you bandage up his wounds.

It’s a while until he’s healthy, but as soon as he’s able, he’s between your legs. He wants every part of you, wants to map every inch of your skin with his lips, hands and tongue. You give yourself fully to him, taking him in for all he’s worth.

You tell him that you’re pregnant some time later, and he starts to cry. You think at first that he’s upset at the news, that maybe he wasn’t ready to be a father, but he immediately dispels the idea. He tells you how much he’s wanted to start a family with you, and how excited he is to be a dad. He just can’t help but be emotional because he’s been through so much with his brothers in arms, and never expected to find love, and never expected to make it out of that last standoff alive.

His enthusiasm for fatherhood takes shape in the form of nesting. He’s already picked the colours for the nursery and bought most of the things you’ll need, and already gotten way too many stuffed moogles and chocobos for your future son or daughter. He spoils you rotten, and always kisses your growing belly before he falls asleep.


Gladio promised you before he left for the final battle that once it was over, he was going to marry you. You were so scared that he wouldn’t come back––but when he shows up at your shared house, covered in dirt and blood, you throw your arms around him and refuse to let go. He did it. He came home.

The wedding is small and intimate, with your closest friends in attendance. Neither of your parents made it out of the Citadel alive, so you light candles for them at the altar. That night, Gladio absolutely ravishes you, having to keep himself from ripping the white gown from your body. You consummate your marriage over and over until you’re unable to walk and he is finally sated.

You tell Iris that you think you’re pregnant, and she helps you buy the test from the pharmacy. When it comes back positive, you’re initially nervous about what Gladio will say. But when you tell him, he gingerly wraps his arms around you in a warm embrace, and you feel tears on your shoulder. You ask him if he’s crying, and he hastily wipes his eyes. Putting his macho façade back on, he replies, “No.”

Gladio buys parenting books and tries to come up with names for your unborn child. He wants to be a better father than Clarus was to him. He also wants to carry on the tradition of naming the Amicitia heir after a flower, and you bicker playfully back and forth over which ones are your favourites.


Ignis didn’t know how to say goodbye to you before the final battle, so he slipped away in the night without a word. You were furious with him when he returned, but also so relieved when he came back alive. You wanted to slap him, but instead you tugged him close for a kiss. He was scared that you would be upset with him, and you admit that you are, but now is his chance to make it up to you.

And he does––repeatedly, with blindfolds, rope and leather. You’re a trembling mess under his questing fingers and his clever mouth, and by the time he’s finished with you, you’re almost entirely sure that he’s sucked every bone from your body and left you with nothing but sore muscle and bruised skin.

It’s almost as if Ignis knows that you’re pregnant before you do. He notices a difference in your behaviour, the smells that you’ve become sensitive to, and your demands for strange food combinations. He offers to buy you a pregnancy test to be sure, though he’s already purchased prenatal vitamins in anticipation.

You’re not sure how he, as a blind man, is able to baby-proof the house, but he does. He takes such good care of you that you start to feel bad, and try to get him to stop, but he refuses. He tells you that you and your unborn child are the family he never really had, and that he will do whatever it takes to ensure your safety and comfort. You eventually just let him dote on you, and he ends up being more prepared when you are when your due date actually arrives.

Fake AH Crew Finally Captured

‘The Fake AH Crew has been captured and is in police custody,’ says Sergeant Burns. They were caught when an attempted robbery failed due the train they hijacked being deliberately diverted manually by off-duty officer Miles Luna, who has since been promoted. This brings an end to the 5-year reign of the infamous….

“Alright Ramsey, that’s enough. Hand back the newspaper.” The guard steps into Geoff's cell to take away the newspaper he had asked for.

“I’ve barely started reading it,”

“You’ve seen enough.” The guard hands the newspaper to one of his fellow officers after shutting and locking the cell door. It clangs loudly, the noise irritating Geoff. The guard smirks at the grimace on Geoff’s face.

“Better get used to that sound Ramsey, you’re going to be hearing it a lot more in your future.”

“That’s what you think,” Geoff whispers to himself, as he turns away from the door, huddling closer to the wall. In his hands, he holds a pencil, knicked from the man’s shirt pocket. 

“Let me out!” Michael is unsurprisingly yelling at the two guards still standing at his cell door. The third one had to leave after the first 20 minutes when the sound grew too much and caused a migraine. The two left had long since forgotten the rules and put in earbuds, blasting any kind of music they had to drown out the Jones boy’s voice.

“Hey Bitches!! Pay attention to me. Fucking look at me. Come on, I’m BORED!” And finally one of the officers snaps.

“Shut the Fuck UP!”

“Make me.” 

The guard opened the cell door and marches in, gun in hand. He aims it at Michael’s head.

“Stop talking.”

“Shoot me.” With that, Michael grabs the guards hands, wrapping them in his own.

“Miss Patillo, if you cooperate with us, it could really reduce your prison sentence. Is it really worth throwing so much of your life away for these men?” The psychologist looks Jack in the eyes with her own tired ones. She smiles but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. They look sad. Jack’s face mimics hers.

‘They saved my life.” Jack utters it quietly, looking down at her lap before turning her face to the side, losing interest in the conversation. “Besides, I don’t know anything. I’m just the driver.” Jack leans back in her seat and refuses to make eye contact.

The psychologist leans marginally closer to Jack, and whispers. “Do they really care about you?”

Jacks eyes widen, and she glares at the psychologist. They stare at each other for an eternity, then Jack leans, reaching out and grabbing the psychologists shirt. “You don’t know.” She rips the top button off and the psychologist gasps. Jack leans back again in her chair as officers rush into the room. The button slips into her bra as she crosses her arms.

“I’m bored Lil J,” 

“Yeah, me too Gav.”

“Wanna play Patty Cake?”

“What are you, eight?”

“Got a better idea?”

“…No.”

The pair shuffles from their position of leaning against each others backs to sitting cross-legged in front of each other on the bed.

“This is dumb.”

“Just play along. Ready? Patty Cake, Patty Cake, Bakers Man.”

“Bake me a cake as fast as you can.” A guard turns and stares at the two known criminals playing with each other like children.

“What are you doing.” The guard steps closer to the cell because surely this is some devious plan, and they must be hiding something because no way would two grown men be playing pattycake of all things while locked in a cell.

“Playing. It’s boring in here.” Gavin smiles sweetly to the officer.

“Stop it.”

“Are we annoying you? Sorry, that really wasn’t the intention.’ The guard falters at the innocent smile on Gavin’s face, and the almost shy way the other hides behind him. 

“It’s okay, I guess.” The guard turns away, missing how Gavin’s smile changes, into something more devious.

“Why don’t we play a different game?” The pair stands. “Bet I can run into that wall before you can!”

“It’s on.” The pair grin at the guard as he turns to stop them.

“We’ve got you all Vagabond. Even if you escape, there’s no one left for you.”

The officers turned it into a game, to see who could rile up the vagabond more. It’s not as if there’d be any repercussions. The man’s been tied down for hours in the interrogation room. The door has been left open so everyone passing can see the infamous vagabond tied down like a dog, incapable of fighting back. 

“You’re no threat. You’re nothing. You can’t do a single thing. The vagabond who’s killed more people than slept with caught by the police, along with his entire pathetic crew.” The officer taking his turn on the Vagabond is a thin and mildly pathetic thing. The highlight of his year is this moment. Ryan thinks he’ll kill him slow.

He becomes distracted however when he sees Jack being dragged past the open door. Her head is down, her red hair covering her face. Someone hurt her. Ryan thinks he’s let the guards have enough fun; he needs to get back to his crew.

Ryan feels around behind him with his hands. The cuffs are simple. The Vagabond knows everything there is to keeping someone captive, usually for torture and over the years he’s learnt you can escape cuffs. The cuffs slip off and he catches them before they clatter to the ground. Then he stands. The wooden chair legs break when he kicks his legs apart. Cuffs hung from his ankles and one wrist.

The entire room’s mood changes in an instant. Every single officer has a weapon in their hands within seconds, pointed directly at Ryan. 

“A single step and we will shoot.”

Ryan grins and takes a step.

“Oi, Geoff, wake up.” There’s a pat on his cheek, and he opens his eyes. The rest of the crew stands around him. Jack is patting down Jeremy, ensuring he’s healed properly, while Ryan talks with Michael. Gavin is looking down at him.

“Is everyone all good?’ Geoff asks after climbing off the metal table. 

“Yeah. It’s about 8 o’clock. Caleb brought us some clothes.” At the mention of his name, Caleb came forwards carrying Geoff’s suit. Looking around, Geoff noticed he was the last awake.

“How’d everyone get out?” He asked while pulling on his pants.

“Well, Jeremy and I ran head first, full speed into the cell wall. Broke our necks. Apparently, the officer who was watching us quit an hour later. Weak stomach. Probably good he’s not a cop anymore.” Gavin was smiling at Lil J, who giggled a bit. It was a surprising sound in the quiet of the room, but it made Geoff smile none the less.

“I got the cop to shoot me in the head. Made him angry enough he came into the cell and put his gun on me, so a grabbed his hands and made him pull the trigger. Dude’s probably fired.” Michael was grinning from his perch on another of the cold metal work benches. “Not as impressive as Ryan though.”

Geoff raised an eyebrow at Ryan who grinned sheepishly. “The had me in an interrogation room, me and about 12 cops. They all shot me when I escaped the handcuffs.” Ryan sounded embarrassed but Geoff beamed at him. 

“Good job buddy. What did you do Jack?”

“Nothing amazing. I stole the psychologist’s shirt button and choked on it. Wasn’t the best way to go. They tried to give me the Heimlich.” Jack was blushing a bit. “What did you do Geoffrey?”

“Slammed my head down on the pencil I stole. Took a few tries though.”

“That sounds gross.” Gavin had wrinkled up his nose in distaste. Jack looked a little alarmed. 

“Yeah, It’s not an experience I want to repeat. Come on, let’s go let the city know we’re back. I’m sure they missed us.”

Bloom

Group: BTS

Pairing: SUGA X READER

1k celebration: “I haven’t slept in ages.” // “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

Summary: When you fall in love with your best friend, flowers begin to bloom.

Genre: angst with a happy ending, fluff, hanahaki au

Length: 1.7k

A/N: i love my wacky aus and who would i be if i didn’t do one for the hanahaki au.

(( Hanahaki disease - an illness born from one-sided love, where the patient throws up and coughs of flower petals when they suffer from one-sided love. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals.))


The feeling had been there for a few weeks, that Min Yoongi was more than just a best friend to you. But as you sat with your head on his chest, heart racing slightly as your hands brushed as you reached for the popcorn, it was hard to deny the tingles running down your arm from simply making contact with him. It was movie night in the dorm, and you had all assumed your usual positions, but after a friend had pointed out how close you were to Yoongi, the feelings had truly begun to bloom.

Yoongi shifted slightly, with a content groan as your head fell into his lap, whilst kicking out your legs to rest them on Jeongguk’s lap. But your attention was no longer drawn to the television, the loud action movie’s loud screams seemed to fade away as your gaze focused on Yoongi’s face.

As he absentmindedly ran his fingers through your hair, you felt a sneeze tickle the back of your throat, but you thought you might be sick so quickly you jumped off the sofa before running to the bathroom. The boy’s begun calling after you asking if you were okay as you slid past the entrance in your socks, your fingers digging into the doorframe before finally pulling your body in, you definitely weren’t okay.

Then a fierce sneeze ripped through your body, your eyes slowly cracked open and you stared in horror at the small pink petal resting in your hand; you had just coughed up a flower petal, scrunching it in your hand before letting it fall into the toilet and flushing it away quickly, hoping your feelings would disappear that easily.

But something was happening to you, and you knew what it was because you had seen it happen to Taehyung, whose unrequited love had left him close to death when he had insisted on hiding his symptoms. As you heaved a sigh, a cough caught in your throat as you knelt in front of the toilet, watching more flower petals drift from your mouth, before one caught in the back of your throat.

Then you were retching, watching in shock as droplets of blood fell into the water followed by larger yellow petals, daffodil petals.

“I need to use the toilet,” Yoongi’s voice was muffled through the door, but the action of turning your head to tell him not to came had you coughing again, and Yoongi upon not receiving an answer, hesitantly began to creak open the door that no longer had a lock after a previous incident with drunk Namjoon, “I’m coming in.”

It didn’t take long for you to realise you wouldn’t be able to hide your condition from him, but one thing was for sure; you weren’t going to tell him you had fallen in love with him. As you continued to wretch into the toilet, flinching as Yoongi’s hand landed on your back; his hand moving up to pull strands of your hair away from your face without saying a word, whilst you desperately tried to stop the petals from falling from your lips.

The bathroom was silent apart from your coughs, and heavy breathing as you were busy wondering what was going to happen and how you were going to fix this problem without losing your friendship with Yoongi forever. You could tell having him around wasn’t helping but these flowers had rooted in your heart and you sunk into his touch, but you and Yoongi knew you needed help as soon as possible.


Jars of dried petals of all colours littered the shelves of your room, you had found a sense of peace washing up the blood and bile covered petals that fell from your lips, and storing them as a painful reminder of the disease you were working to cure.

For the first week, it had been awful, as even to this date, all that left your mouth was petals that would die within an hour.  Taehyung was the one who had reassured you that you were in the early stages and that you could live like this for years but it was Yoongi who had recommended placing those petals in jars, and he continued to call them beautiful which would always lead to another bout of coughs.

The boys knew it was one of them, but you still refused to tell them who it was, even when Taehyung had burst into tears, begging and pleading you to at least tell him so he could help and understand. But you were adamant not to tell them, and although the boys doted on you hand and foot to try not to worsen your situation, and it worked.

As you sat at the kitchen counter chatting to Jeongguk about a new game he was playing, you caught a whiff of Yoongi’s cologne and you felt the tickle at the back of your throat, your shoulders hunched as you doubled over clutching at your stomach, worried because this pain didn’t come when you were coughing up petals.

The inside of your throat felt raw, and your vision began to blur as you heard Jeongguk’s chair scrape back as he screamed for someone to help. You were now slumped on the table trying to relieve some of the pain as your hands clawed at your throat, your teeth closing on petals as you felt someone’s hand over your face to the side.

Your vision was blurring and as someone grabbed the rose that was currently in your mouth, you wondered for a second if they were going to shove it back down, but instead, they began to pull it out. The pain of the thorns that had scratched your throat and the taste of copper made you feel like you were going to vomit, and as you stayed slumped on the table, your eyes began to water in embarrassment at how weak you were.

After coughing up your first full flower, you distanced yourself from the boys. Your phone notifications had been blown up for the past few days, Jeongguk and Taehyung even turned up at your door a few times, but it was only Yoongi you let in. Yoongi had a way of caring for you that made you feel like he didn’t really care, small things like leaving pain killers on your table or a new vase for the full flowers you had begun to cough up.

But the state you were currently in wouldn’t last for long, you could barely eat a meal and you only drunk iced water, tilting back your head to allow the water to soothe your injured throat. But it wasn’t just your throat being affected, Yoongi could tell that when he tried to tuck you into bed, when you looked up at him, big eyes swimming with tears before you looked away muttering, “I haven’t slept in ages.”

“I can tell,” he replied with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, as he climbed into bed next to you. His arm slung over your frail form as he soothed your coughing form and with a sudden realisation that he had been trying to deny for the past month when you had coughed up your first petal, you were in love with him.


Sometimes it’s not a question of catching feelings, but realising they’ve been there all along. Maybe it was seeing you in the hospital surrounded by white walls and the fact you no longer smelt like vanilla and roses, just medicine. Or the x-ray that hung on the opposite side of your wall, showing the flowers that had grown in your lungs, meaning that when Yoongi hugged you now, your heartbeat was fast and your breathing was shallow. But now Yoongi and the boys could no longer touch you, they were kept away looking at you only through the glass and listened to the doctors begging you daily to have the surgery.

Yoongi wondered if it was seeing your defiance, even when they promised you had a week left to live before storming out that did it, that made the feelings bloom from the seeds that had been planted from the first time he had heard your laugh.

But your health didn’t improve, in fact, it continued to deteriorate and as you became too weak to even cough up the flowers, the boys would watch in tears as you simply tilted your neck up and let the next flower sprout out of your mouth, before pulling the blood covered bloom out and placing it into the vase next to you.

It was a heart-shattering sight, and when the doctors finally allowed everyone a final goodbye; Yoongi was the first in. As he fell to his knees at the side of your bed, grasping your thin hand between his and placing his forehead against it as his warm tears fell on your skin, “Yoongi, I can’t breathe.”

The sound of the machine flat lining sent the boys into a frenzy, but Yoongi stayed frozen to the spot, before he leant forward and placing a kiss on your lips whispered, “I’m in love with you.” But the nurses were already tugging the group out of the room, however Yoongi was unable to resist as he began to cough, the boys looked at him in shock as a single white rose petal floated from his lips and to the floor.

Yoongi refused for this to be the end, leaping to his feet he shoved the door open if it was only to see you one more time and burn your face into his memory. But there you were, sitting up and looking around in confusion and as the sun began to shine through your window illuminating your face, Yoongi felt his heart stutter as he barged past doctors to wrap his arms around you, before you asked “Who are you?”

Yoongi fell limp in your arms, and you barely managed to keep a straight face before you burst into laughter, your hands cupping his face before you brought it to your lips, planting a kiss on his soft lips, “You dork, I’d rather die than forget you.”

Yoongi wiped away his tears as he let his head fall onto your shoulder with a sigh, he could still feel love blooming in his chest at just the sound of your voice and he wondered how he would ever make up for the pain you had felt because of him.



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Theatre technicians, overlooked and fearless magicians of blackout, set, backstage, are people you want on your side. They fade into the background, often, their work done out of the dazzling lights, but they work hard, and they don’t take kindly to not being acknowledged.

(It’s hard to tell when technicians go missing sometimes. The changelings are often very similar to the human they replace.)

Make allies of the costume shop—most costumes have at least some hand-stitching, and if you’re polite and friendly, they’ll make sure to knot their thread with three loops around a needle, and to tie it off in three neat motions. The costumers believe in threes, and their ability to ward off the Gentry. It’s not steel or iron or salt, nothing so powerful. It’s a little more insurance, a knot to tie you to earth.

Mostly, they do it automatically. Technicians are a practical and time-starved lot, and no one wants to frantically re-fit a costume at the last minute. But don’t push them. Go too far, and the threes will stop being a priority for their clever hands. They can’t and won’t make sure that you’re taken. But they can stop helping to protect you.

Among technicians, it’s carpenters and props people who are Taken the most often. Both groups are a special kind of strange, and they work with their hands to bring beauty out of nothing. Give a carpenter two pieces of plywood, some two by four and a mission, and they’ll overcomplicate it to impossibility and pull it off anyway. Props people are the kind who look at scattered scraps and trash, and see what could be, not what is. Swords of cardboard, fine chocolates of clay, embossed leather armor from foam. Illusion, for a props person, is king, and it’s no wonder the Gentry find them fascinating.

(Props has sent people onstage with bona fide magical objects, lost to the prop room years ago. It’s the ruthlessness in them, the mercenary way of taking whatever works.)

Electricians are safest, the ones who are closest to the technology of it all, who spend hours on high, calling information back and forth in a code unintelligible to the uninitiated. They chatter, and they clamp and tighten and connect and swear, and suddenly there is light, and color, and glitter. The Gentry are amazed, but do not understand. What you do not understand is best left alone.

(Still, some electricians go missing. Maybe they sing, or they see, or they’re thoughtlessly kind or cruel—no one is safe, here. This is the theater, liminal, filled with Gentry even on a good day, and being safe is so often at odds with doing things fast that it’s not unheard of for electricians to climb precariously, thank thoughtlessly, or strip off iron jewelry.)

Designers bargain most often, sometimes thoughtless and sometimes with clever words and clever research and a clever friend who knows contract law. Sometimes it’s for inspiration, which often goes badly—those are desperate people, and the Gentry are not kind to the desperate. Sometimes it’s for persuasiveness, or money, or, most precious of all, time.

(I need more time, is the motto of the department, the guiding light of a program always living under a deadline. Give me more time.)

Elsewhere University’s stage managers, the ones who make leaving stick, are good. Really good. Flexible, punctual, smart, good with names and at ironclad paperwork. They’re capable of corralling even the most difficult personalities with charming words and a refusal to back down, and that makes them valuable. But they never break old habits, of opening night gifts made from rowan, and closing night gifts of iron and silver, and they’re deeply superstitious.

(The fines, for touching props that don’t belong to you, are a serious business when an EU alum is stage managing.)

The few who learn to weld and build with steel from the metalworking students are safest, with steel shavings scattered in their clothes and hair, on their skin. They’re still not safe. All too often, they’re carpenters too, and it just takes one day, when the steel has finally washed away, and the rings have been yanked off to avoid losing a finger, or they ask, criminally careless, for help building or learning or understanding.

A good handful of technicians go missing every year. Most of them will make it back, better, or at least stranger, than before.

After a semester or two of working in the theatre shop, or a show or three, most technicians will go to Cat Eyes. Most of them, by the time they graduate, have a distinctly odd pair of safety glasses, never far from them. Theatre is about syncretism, about everything working, and if you can’t see it all, if you can’t see if the costume really matches the actor’s skin tone, or if the light is unflattering on half the ensemble, you can’t make it right.

With those glasses on, it’s never about seeing anyone. It’s about looking at costumes, light, paint, props. Nothing else matters.

(Technicians remember the most about The Play when it’s performed. The costume shop remembers the way the fabrics slipped through their fingers, bright and silken and gorgeous. The carpenters remember building, the lumber straight and clean and lovely. Tech is a blur, and no one remembers who stage managed, but it’s better than other shows. You don’t think about it in the moment—it’s just another six-to-ten tech, and you bring your coffee and your bagel and don’t think about the paper your history professor wants tomorrow. After, though. After, you realize it was The Play. Some few students can’t bear to give that seamless beauty up. The department faculty has to come from somewhere.)

A last word of advice: When the show is on, always be polite to whoever you meet backstage. You never know who they really are—Gentry, ghost, short-tempered technician who will spend two hours unpicking every single three-loop knot in every one of your costumes—and if you say the wrong thing, you’ll regret it. And pay attention to the show. Actors have gotten lost before, the crossovers stretching on forever, lost eternally in the moment right before their entrance.

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Better Than Words - Archie Andrews

Can you do an Archie Andrew’s imagine where Y/N goes to one of Archie’s football games but he ends up getting hurt?

@Vikingdancer

The reader doesn’t really get injured per say, but I hope you like it! If you want more Archie please message me!


“You look great Y/N, stop worrying.” Veronica said and you nervously pulled at your sweater. Betty nodded in agreement, “Archie won’t even know what’s hit him.” You blushed at your friends as your group made it’s way into the bleachers. Betty rushed over to Kevin, who was sitting in the first row closest to the football field. You and Veronica made your way to them, sitting down next to them. As your three friends started talking, your eyes scanned the field until your eyes landed on the number nine jersey. Even with his helmet on, he was so close you could see his large brown eyes. You felt your face grow hot when he turned and looked over to the bleachers.

“Looks like Y/N found Archie,” Kevin said with a grin on his face and you could only blush harder. You felt butterflies in your in your stomach as Archie made his way to the railing. You got up and walked to the bleacher’s railing as well. You leaned over the metal and watched as Archie took off his helmet, his red hair flopping everywhere. You giggled and reach over the railing to brush it out of his face. You almost didn’t realize what you were doing until Archie just stared at you. You felt your heart beat faster, but didn’t dare say anything. “You alright?” Archie asked, resting his hand next to yours on the railing.  You nodded and was about to speak when a whistle blew. Archie turned to look at his team then back at you, “I gotta go.” You gave him a sweet smile, “Good luck out there.” He shot you a boyish grin and walked away while putting his helmet on.

The game progressed to 7-14, with Riverdale leading. The fans were jumping up from their seats trying to get a look at the field. Archie had the ball and was running down the field with the ball in hand when a larger member of the opposing team started gaining on him. Archie couldn’t seem to get him off his tail and before he could stop, the player landed on him. The crowd gasped as Archie fell face first on the ground and was further crushed by the larger boy. When he got up off the ground, his arm was obviously bent at an odd angle. Paramedics rushed out onto the field and ushered him away. You were on your feet in the matter of moments, darting down the bleacher steps and running off to where they took Archie. You noticed an ambulance was runnings and saw the familiar head of red hair entering the car.

You rushed towards it, looking inside. “Archie!” He looked up at you and the pain on his face was apparent. “Ma’am, please go,” ordered one of the nurses. Archie shook his head, “She’s fine.” The medic made room for you in the ambulance and you sat down next to him, holding his injured hand.  The nurse set him up as the car made it’s way to the hospital. “Thank for sticking around Y/N,” Archie whispered and you nodded, “It’s no problem Archie.” He turned and you almost melted under his brown eyes. You brushed away a strand of stray red hair out of his face and saw his pink tinted cheeks. He curled his bottom lip in between his teeth and in an attempt to stop your blush, you turned away. You heard Archie chuckle and you looked back up at him. “This is not how I imagined this going.” He muttered, looking towards you once more.

“What do you mean?” You asked, looking into his eyes. “After the game, I had this plan,” he started, “that when we all went to my place, I would finally tell you that I-” You cut him, pulling his face to yours for a kiss. He let go of your hand and buried his fingers in your hair.

“I wouldn’t be trying anything with that arm of yours,” said the nurse, that both you and Archie had forgotten about. He pulled away, blushing as hard as you. “Sorry,” he said, but the nurse just rolled her eyes. “Teens…”

You giggled and Archie turned back to you. “I was going to say that I love you, but I think that kiss conveyed it better than words.” You nodded, and leaned up to peck his forehead. “Much better than words.”

Noorhelm - Skam

If you don’t watch Skam, skip this, because I’m about to go on a little rant…

Where do people get off on calling Noorhelm toxic or abusive? Do you actually know what those words mean? Have you actually witnessed those types of relationships? I have. I’ve gone through several with my very close friends, and they’re hell. A toxic, abusive relationship breaks someone down. It makes them feel worthless, like the only person in the world who could love them is their asshole partner. And that asshole partner seeks to do that to them, seeks to keep them away from their friends and family so they have no one else to turn to.

Now… tell me how William has ever done any of that to Noora? He pursued her aggressively for a date, but each time she pulled back he let her. He didn’t force himself on her. He didn’t belittle her. He finally asked her flat out if she liked him (after she’d given him plenty of signs she did), and when she said no he walked away. Noora chased him, because the feelings between them were very mutual and very real. He wasn’t imagining them or her interest in him. Then in every disagreement and issue that followed he played to her tune. He let her come to him, and he immediately accepted her back. He understood that it was a struggle for her, and he tried his best to go at her speed. At Noora’s lowest point he was there for her without question. He knew something was wrong, but he didn’t push her, he just loved her. That isn’t the actions of a manipulative, abusive man. Noora has always remained who she is, and that is why he loves her so much. SHe’s not perfect either, but he accepts that just like she accepts he has a past she doesn’t agree with.

And lastly, most importantly, they make each other better people without even trying. Noora never set out to change him, but by simply being herself she did. William turned himself into the cops because he saw it through Noora’s eyes, and wanted to better himself. Noora let her walls down and trusted again, because William showed her the way by giving that to her. They’re not perfect. William closes down sometimes and Noora runs, but when they come back together they find unquestionable happiness with one another. All it took was an email for William. One email and he was at her doorstep. He gave her 8 months to figure herself out, and didn’t chase after her. He let her breathe and figure it out, and when (he thought) she reached out he was right there. Clearly not angry or bitter about her actions, but ready to make it better. And Noora isn’t hung up on Sana sending the email, but is simply relieved to be back with William, finally understanding him and them together.

Check yourselves before you start tagging things toxic and abusive, because it belittles those words, makes them less and less, until they no longer have the strong meaning they should.