The question hung in the air. Several creatures glanced at each other uncertainly; is there an answer?
“Perhaps someone should, as it seems no one has.”
“I will.” Said one purple alien. “I’m sure nothing is wrong. She is likely just sleeping, or something else human-like.”
The creature left.
The others returned to their activites - monitor the ship, read a book of some sort, or playing a game from their home planet.
It was only a few moments later that a horrified scream came from the halls. Immediately, every creature in the room dropped what they were doing to run to the source of the sound.
What they found was the purple creature standing, shaking, in the doorway of the human’s quarters.
“What is it? What is the problem?” An orange creature cried.
“Th-The human is going to die!”
“I am not dead!” Came the human’s protest. “I’m not dying either! Why did you scream?”
The creatures quickly flooded into the room, only to gasp in shock. A yellow one in the back of the crowd fainted.
“What are you DOING?” The Captain yelled.
“I was getting a drink and then Purple over here came in and-”
“YOU WERE DRINKING THAT?!” The green creature turned a gentle shade of white.
“Uh, yeah?” The human glanced at the bottle in her hands. “It’s just water.”
“How could you do this to us!” A pink creature sobbed. “We thought you enjoyed being on our ship!”
“I-I do? What makes you think I don’t?”
“You were trying to poison yourself, you dwarf planet!” The Captain searched frantically for a med-kit. “Do we have poison antidotes in our kits?”
“This isn’t poison! It’s water! I drink it all the time!”
“Why would you do that?! To build an immunity?”
“No! Humans drink water all the time! We need it to survive.”
“Humans drink water everyday. If we don’t we will die. About seventy-percent of the human body is made of water. Or it might be eighty-percent, I’m not entirely sure. Anyway, water gives us strength and energy. We literally HAVE to have it.”
The crew was in shock. There was no movement for a second, then the Captain raised his arm and opened his log. The others listened while he spoke.
“Captain’s log, day 28 with the human crewmate; humans drink poison on a daily basis. Our study of the human becomes more questionable each day. The human claims that all humans drink poison everyday, because it makes them thrive, and without it they would die. I am confident it will take more than one journey around the galaxy to understand humans even a small bit. Over.”
Summary: You hated his guts, especially after he ruined your chance at getting a good grade in one of your toughest classes. But why did your heart beat a little faster every time you saw him? And why did he feel the same way?
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a failing grade, Y/N…” Mr.Ransford frowned,“ You should’ve saved your work somewhere separately you know?”
You gaped at him in complete shock, as everything came crashing down on you.
“B-but you don’t understand! It wasn’t my fault-” you stammered, your hands flailing around in a frenzy as you attempted to explain your dire situation to your psychology professor.
“Y/N, I’m sorry I’m afraid we can’t discuss this right now, I have a class in 2 minutes. We’ll talk later, hm?” he said as you sighed, your shoulders slumping in utter defeat.
He patted your shoulders in sympathy as you walked out of the door, tears welling up in your eyes as you thought of all your hard work that was now flushed down the drain. All because of one boy.
That damn Jeon Jungkook.
“YAH!” you yelled, raging, as you approached the boys, a deadly glare in your eyes as you grabbed Jungkook by the collar of his tshirt. Pulling him up from the bleachers where him and the rest of his friends were sitting, all of them gasped, mouths going agape as they witnessed their golden maknae get manhandled by you.
“Y/N~What a pleasure,” Jungkook said, giving you a lazy smirk.
Your blood boiled at the audacity the boy had, to address you in such a way, after he had destroyed your chance at a good grade- heck a good year of college. Without thinking first, you lifted your hand and slapped him across the face, the contact shooting vibrations of pain down your arm as the noise echoed in the air. Immediate silence followed, everyone looking at the two of you with rounded eyes as Jungkook himself, was in shock.
You stood there, your chest rising up and down, breathing heavy as you glowered at him. His hands flew to his cheek as he let out a stream of curse words, his gaze landing on yours, fire kindling in his eyes as he reddened in embarrassment.
Like I know Neil loves exy more than life itself and almost more than Andrew but I can’t help but think he gets caught up in the stick ball jokes simply because it makes Kevin shit himself. So imagine Neil getting drafted onto his pro-team and saying: “I’m just so thankful for this opportunity. I used to think I wouldn’t make it this far but Stick Ball has given me a reason to live.” And Kevin, who’s in the audience, legit lets out a horrified yelp and the camera pans to him and he’s sobbing.
“You look lovely today my lady.” He complemented, pulling her closed to his side.
“Thank you, your grace.” You smiled thankfully.
“Joffrey, please.” He spoke kindly, stopping at a bench.
“Joffrey.” You paused, closing your eyes fearing a blow to your cheek but when none came you sighed and look at him, and he flashed you a cat-like smile, “Joffrey, thank you for taking time to walk with me.”
Though it was you who requested my company.
He smiled brighter, growing into a smirk and dropped your arm for your hand, “Yes.. Sit with me.” He spoke emotionless and you obeyed quickly looking at the flowers instead of him, still slightly afraid.
“The flowers are beautiful yo- Joffrey.”
“I’m sure they are nothing compared to the ones Highgarden, I am sure.”
“Neigh.” You forced a smile as the lie fell through your lips, “Everything is more beautiful in the capital.”
“Certainly.” He sighed in a whispered tone as he grabbed your cheek and turned you to meet his eyes, placing his hand under your chin and not moving it. “Y/N… I have brought you here today, to the spot were we first met, for a reason.”
“Yes, your grace.”
“Sorry… Joffrey…” You blinked and portrayed a look of innocence in attempts to hide your fear. But his gripped stronged as he placed his other hand on your cheek.
Joffrey smiled gently, “Lady Y/N Tyrell… I know I am promised to your sister-”
Oh gods… Oh Gods please no…
“And I did love her for her beauty. But then I laid eyes on you.. And the moment I did my world stopped… What I am trying to say is I have moved my bethrothal to you other than your sister and we will be married by months end and I couldn’t be happier.”
You were gaping but you couldn’t hide your shock.
You needed to get out, right now.
“May I be excused, your grace?” You asked, pulling away, standing up and walking off, before getting your response Tears of fear and panic cluttered your face as you bit your lips to stop a sob from escaping your mouth.
The sand felt nice on your as you walked along the beach, your friend carrying your shoes in his hands.
“You are right, Jorah.” You smiled at him, then at the ocean beside you, “This truly is beautiful.”
He smiled thoughtfully at you, nodding in agreement and a calming silence filled the area.
“How is the Khaleesi?” He asked, breaking silence.
“Doing the best she can I suppose.” You shrugged sadly, “She is so strong and brave. yet so graceful. I wish sometimes that I held her faith and strength.”
Jorah smiled at this, grabbing your hand and giving it a small squeeze as you looked at him, then back out at the never ending sea as it spit in your face.
You sighed, knowing that there was no use in waiting.
If I do not tell him, Dany will.
“Jorah?” You questioned looking at him, he made a small hmmm, and looking at you, your hands shaking and you looked away. I must do it now…. “Jorah I have these feelings for you… And I have to know if you share these feelings at all or if… If I not I would not like to lose our frien-”
He cut you off by placing a sweet kiss to your forehead, squeezing your hand tightly. Murmuring against your brow, he said, “I have found myself loving you as well, Y/N”
Smiling at this, you looked up at him, leaning on his shoulder saying a silent thank you to the gods that you did not make a fool of yourself.
Tear flooded your eyes as you looked at his body.
This literally cannot be happening… You thought. Why is this happening…
“M-May I please have a moment alone?” You questioned the men, not looking back to see their response, only hearing the door shut.
It was then when you threw yourself onto the slab and clung to your friends dead body, sobbing uncontrollably.
He is cold. Cold and bruised and scraped. Something he should never be.
Shaking, you placed your lips to his forehead and hugged him, whispering in his ear silent things that you had kept secret. You whispered of your love for his eyes, for his hair, for his mind, for him, and trembled at the sight of his pale skin.
You barely noticed when a women placed her hand on her shoulder and a man picked you up, setting you on a bed where you fell into a dreamless sleep.
You woke up to warm breath and the tickle of beard against your neck, the sent of pine filling your nose. Looking up, you saw those dark eyes that you had fallen for such a long time ago and reached up, cupping his face with your hands.
“Have I died from grief, my love?” You spoke weak and hoarsely, blinking several times as Jon moved closer to you.
He shook is head, a smile brightly on his lips, one you had never seen in your life. You made a small o with your lips, your voice hurting too much to respond causing both of your eyes to water slightly.
“I heard your words.” Jon confessed.
“Did you?” You asked, too weak to figure out if he was truthful or not.
He nodded, “Aye.” He smiled again giving you a small gentle peck on your lips and pulling your weak body up as to hug you tightly. When at last pulling apart, you placed your forehead to his as he mumbled against your lips, “I feel the same.”
“Are you doing alright Lady Y/N? Truly?” He asked panicked as you nodded, grabbing his hand as you knew it calmed him down.
He was afraid, and rightfully so. A Baratheon in the North? It was danger which is why he locked you in his own tent, you sleeping in the day and him at night, though truthfully neither of you got much sleep.
You had told him all the plans you, knew, which wasn’t much but his words fear was one of his men finding you here and hurting you, perhaps even throwing you in a cell with your Uncle Jamie. Who knows what would happen from there.
“Robb your generosity is something I cannot thank you enough for.” You smiled lightly, “I am safer here than I was in King’s Landing.” You squeezed his hand gently, causing him to exhale and kneel beside you, his eyes never straying from yours. “I… I am so sorry Robb.” You sighed gently, tears in your eyes as you looked away. “I wish I could have-”
“You were packing and on your way to me, Y/N. There is nothing you could do.” He sighed to quickly, something you assumed he was doing to mask his tears. “I am sorry about your father as well.”
Smiling at the memory of your Lord Father, you looked down and sighed, “He died justly. Peacefully. It was the only way I could imagine him going I suppose.” Robb and you both chuckled at this and silence once again fell until Robb broke it.
“I.. I think I am love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart panged in your chest and you looked at the ground blinking slightly until you kneeled beside him, wrapping him in a tight embrace.
“I think I am in love with you too Robb.”
“Can’t we go on a walk around the garden?” You smirked at him, “Aren’t you bored?” He looked up from his desk and eyed you as you toyed with books off the shelf. Gently smiling, he looked back at his paper work. “C’mon Tommy!”
“Fine.” He confessed, “I am bored. These people think they get so much for doing so little. But I am the King. It is my duty to finish this. Ser Pounce is sure in need of a bit of fresh air though-”
You sighed, picking up the cat and sitting on Tommen’s desk, the cat being put in your lap as you stroked his ears, “ Tommy I haven’t seen you properly since Joffrey died-”
“Nor I you since the Red Wedding.” He spoke in agreement, taking a free hand to pet his cat. “Look… Y/N I-”
“Is this for the wedding?” you asked, seeing an envelope with the Tyrell Rose on it. Tommen nodded, a strange look on his face and you bit your tongue to prevent yourself from swearing, “I am very excited for you my friend.”
He chuckled curtly, “I am not.”
You eyed him suspiciously and looked him up and down, “Why not Tom?”
“She is a beauty. Any man would be lucky to call her his Lady wife, but there is such an age gap.” He pursed his lips, “Besides, my heart lies with someone else.”
Your heart skipped a beat at this. You knew that it couldn’t be you, but you truly hoped. I am a traitors daughter. A deserters sister. You reminded yourself I mean nothing to him.
“Who?” you asked numbly. Though you did not really want to know, it was polite to ask.
Tommen blushed and dropped his pen, reaching for your hand across the desk with one arm, and the other turned you to face him. His eyes were the softest and most gentle you had ever seen and it as though you were having a conversation with your eyes.
Forcing him to drop your hand you fell into his arms, looking up at him so you could respond.
I love you to Tommen. I have always loved you.
You couldn’t stop crying. You knew you had to, but you couldn’t. It was worse, somehow, when “Reek” had come to walk you down the isle.
Instead, you ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around him and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Please don’t make me do this.”
“I don’t want to marry him.” You let go of Reek and began pacing. “He’s a foul creature. A monster. He’ll kill me I’m certain.”
He slowly made his way before you to reach out and touch you. “Y/N.” He repeated, still in a whisper, clearly not audible to your panic.
“He’ll poison me with his seed and as soon as I pop out a son he’ll feed me to the hounds like all the daughters I birthed before our boy.”
“Y/N!” He yelled at last but you weren’t listening.
“No… No maybe he won’t.” You pondered, oddly calm, “Maybe he’ll throw me from a tower. Or maybe he’ll cut off my legs so I can’t-”
Reek cut you off by grabbing you tightly and pressing his shaking lips to your temple, knowing it calms you.
“Y/N…” He whispered again, “I don’t want you to marry him either.”
“Re-No… No Theon… Theon…” He smiled gently, “More or less.. Theon Greyjoy would say he has loved you for the longest time and will defend you to the best of your ability. And will kill anyone who tires to catch your fancy,”
You laughed quietly and squeezed him tightly, “Y/N Stark would say that she shares his feelings and would wed him right now to save the two of them to the bastard she is promised to.”
He kissed your chin as he let you go, looking you up to down.
“Theon Greyjoy, and Reek I suppose, must protect their lady. Starting with this.” He dropped a small vial in your hands and you looked at it confused, “Drink it now.”
You almost dropped it when a knock came at your door.
“Reek! Hurry now! Everyone is freezing.” The bastard yelled from outside the door, “Tell my bride to walk down naked if she must! I will not wait another-”
“Take it. Now my lady. Hurry.”
You obeyed and forced the liquid into your mouth, Theon, taking the bottle once you had finished and threw it into the fire, linking arms with you and leading you outside.
And you cried out again. Tears of fear, loss and helplessness, but oddly enough, tears of joy.
“Why are you here, mi-lady?” He questioned you. “Is everything alright?”
You smiled at him, bowing your head before you sat at his desk, a small blush on your face.
“I am sorry to disrupt you, my lord but it is a matter of most importance.”
Tyrion dropped his pen and looked up from his piece of paper, his mind filling with concern as he went through all the possibilities big or small.
Are you dying? Are you leaving?
Did something happen to your family? Did something happen to his family?
Are you hurt? Are you sick?
“My Lord?” You asked, your eyes filling with his concern, “My lord are you all right?”
He nodded, grabbing your hand and forcing a smile, “Quite. What Is the matter?”
You sighed and squeezed his hand tight before releasing the grip to calm yourself, “I have… How do I say it… I have grown feelings… But they are improper.. And I have tried to push them away but I have failed.
“Feelings?” He spoke numbing, fearing the response you would give, “Feelings for Joffrey?”
“For my lord father?”
“For Gods sake.. Please tell me they aren’t for the Queen regent!?”
You chuckled slightly at this, “Nay my Lord. I have grown feelings for you.”
His eyes widened at this and he opened his mouth to release an Oh, but no noise came out as he sat in shock.
“I am sorry my lord. I know of the improper nature, for I am a serving girl and you are a high born Lord but I thought it best to tell you that-”
“Nay.” He repeated and you tilted your head to the sighed, “No don’t say another word about impropertity cause I do not care.” He smiled brightly at you and brought your hand to his lips, “Meet me here come nightfall. We shall take a walk.” You bowed your head, smiling before standing up and walking to the door before he stopped you.
“Oh and Y/N.”
“Yes my Lord?”
“Thank you for telling me.” He smirked at you.
For I feel the same and never would have told you the truth
I Don’t Want to Be The Reason You Get Hurt (Draco x Reader)
Hey, could you maybe do a Draco and Reader during the Half Blood Prince timeline where Draco is given the task to kill Dumbledore and repair the Vanishing Cabinet and Reader finds out and he breaks down? If so I would love you forever! - @hungergames-mrs-peeta-mellark
I wrote this in school and nEarly cRied
Also this is my second-longest imagine at 1100+ words wow
F/N: Friend name
It was the Golden Trio’s (and yours) sixth year at Hogwarts.
Draco’s father had been released from Azkaban, Bellatrix Lestrange was loose, And the Dark Lord’s Death Eaters were running amok. your parents were hesitant for you to go back to Hogwarts, but there was no way you’re going to miss a year of your education.
You were also dating Draco Malfoy. Yes, you were aware his family has a bit of a dark history. But that didn’t stop you from loving him nonetheless. Draco had always been a sweet and loving boyfriend (even if he was a jerk to everyone else) and he loved nothing more than to talk and be close to you.
But in sixth year that all changed.
Draco hardly ever spoke to you anymore. And when he did it was no more than simple mumble of a ‘yes’ or ‘no’. He kept distancing himself from you, and every night you lay awake asking yourself… why.
It eventually got to the point where you didn’t see Draco in the Great Hall for meals anymore. Draco did still love you… right? You honestly didn’t know anymore. You had tried approaching him in the halls in an attempt to force him to speak to you, but he shoved past you and continued walking, leaving you behind with tears pricking at your eyes.
This confused a lot of other people too, even some of the professors. They all knew you were Y/N L/N, the love of Draco Malfoy’s life. They knew how protective he was of you and that there was hardly a thing he wouldn’t do for you. But now people (including you) were beginning to question whether or not you and Draco were still in a relationship. Merlin, you didn’t know if you could take this anymore. Draco wouldn’t be avoiding you like this on purpose, would he? There had to be a reason for this, and one day you got lucky.
As you were leaving the library with a friend after studying for a potions test you had the next day, down the empty hallway you saw Draco turn a corner and begin walking at a fast, brisk pace.
Your Ravenclaw friend F/N noticed you looking at him questioningly. “What’s up with him?”
You ignored her/him. “Sorry, F/N,” You said and took off after Draco, but quietly enough so he wouldn’t hear the clitter-clatter of your shoes hitting the floor. You continued to follow Draco, until he entered the prefects bathroom.
What is he doing? You thought.
You silently opened the door, when you heard sobs coming from the end of the bathroom by the sinks. This concerned you.
“Draco…?” you said cautiously as you made your way to the sinks.
No response, just more quiet sobs. You turned the corner, and there he was. Hunched over a sink, head in his hands. He saw your reflection out of the corner of his eye in the mirror in front of him. He lifted his up facing the mirror. His face was a blotchy red with dried tear stains evident; and his normally well-kept hair was messy and tangled, like he had been tugging at it.
Draco turned to face you, where you were staring him with a saddened and confused look. “You… shouldn’t be here…,” he said in a tired and gruff voice.
You slowly approached Draco, him watching your every move. You carefully lifted a hand and lightly stroked his cheek, causing him to flinch under your touch. That wasn’t normal. “Draco… what’s going on? Why have you been avoiding me? What’s wrong?”
Draco shook his head. “Nothing is wrong, I’m f-fine.”
“No, you’re clearly n–” It was then that you saw it. A bit of black peeking out from
under his left sleeve. You quickly grabbed his arm firmly and pulled up the sleeve. You gasped at what you saw. The Dark Mark. Draco violently tore his arm out of your grasp and fell to the floor in a ball.
You crouched down and pulled him into your embrace. Draco immediately latched onto you.
“I-I’m so, so s-sorry…,” he said between sobs and heaving breaths.
You rubbed his back as a few tears fell down your cheeks. “Shh it’s okay…”
You didn’t want to bombard Draco with questions too soon, so you sat with him on the floor of the prefect bathroom with him curled up in your arms. Merlin, did it feel good to have in your arms again. But not like this. It hurt you to see Draco in this position.
You continued to whisper soothing words to him as you tightly held him incredibly close to you. After about ten minutes of this when Draco started to calm down, you gently lifted his head up from your chest to look at him. Your poor baby. Red eyes and wet cheeks, messy hair and shaky body. You grabbed his shoulders and kissed both his cheeks, his nose, his forehead, and finally, planted a sweet yet longing kiss on his lips.
When you pulled away, you took Draco’s face in your hands, making him look at you. “Draco… why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked him softly.
Draco began to cry again, only this time softer. “I-It’s too m-much… I can’t h-handle this…”
“Sweetheart, what did they make you do?”
Draco’s body racked with a sob. “I-I’m supposed to…,” he started crying harder.
You pet his hair. “Shh, hush, darling. It’s okay… can you tell me what exactly you’re supposed to do?”
He nodded, and desperately tried to stop crying. You held his hands reassuringly. “I’m s-supposed to… k-kill…”
“Kill who, Draco?” you asked worriedly.
You sat there dumbfounded. Draco. Kill. Dumbledore. He would never. Draco didn’t have the strength or willpower to, which must be why Voldemort chose him. Draco didn’t deserve to have this weight on his shoulders.
“Oh God… come here,” you said and pulled Draco into another embrace. He buried his head in your shoulder. “Draco, why didn’t you tell me all of this? You don’t have to go through this alone.”
“I… I don’t want to be the r-reason you get h-hurt…”
So that’s why he had been avoiding you all this time. To protect you. To make sure none of the other Death Eaters knew you were Draco’s greatest weakness. If you were killed, he wouldn’t be able to live with himself knowing he was the reason you’re no longer there to hold him through his darkest times, spend weekends cuddling endlessly on the couch, and be his reason to get up in the morning. Draco was going to marry you one day, he was sure of that. Nothing would stop him from being with you.
“We’ll figure this out. We’ll get through this together, I promise.”
He couldn’t decide if that was true or not.
Please let me know what you thought of it and what I could do better next time!
i. the earthquake
the day he left,
my world crumbled;
as i lay sobbing in the rubble
of everything i’d ever loved,
i looked up to the sky
and begged god to tell me why.
i stopped believing that day.
ii. the first aftershock
my heart was numb
and repairs had just begun
when a new man approached.
i melted into his touch,
pleading that he make me
i never did, and we never spoke again.
iii. the second aftershock
i had good and bad days,
but the good ones started
outnumbering the bad;
that’s when i met him.
he looked at me sincerely
and spoke eloquently
like in an old-fashioned love letter,
but he was far too perfect to be true.
i wanted to love him
but i was still building up
a new foundation,
and i decided he wouldn’t be
there when the structure was finished.
i see him sometimes from a distance.
iv. the last aftershock
the dark clouds that had rained
down upon me for months
disappeared from sight.
sometimes i dreamt of
the initial disaster;
it haunted me only
at my weakest moments.
another man waltzed in to
rob me of my heart.
he charmed me with
and occasional awkwardness.
for a moment, i considered
giving in to him,
but i stood tall and remembered
that i didn’t need anyone else
to give me strength.
i walked away.
v. the calm
after a year and a half of aftershocks,
i could listen to songs
that reminded me of the quake
and reread my happy poems
from the months leading up to it.
i learned how to love myself,
and, then, i met another man.
this one understood my suffering;
he’d been through the same.
he accepted that i was slow to trust,
and he was always considerate.
he was too cautious sometimes,
but his hands never graced my body
before i was ready.
his words were never eloquent,
but he didn’t manipulate me.
he was never a genius,
but he was naturally talented
he left me speechless.
he still leaves me speechless.
I’LL NEVER EVER GET OVER the moment Diana screamed Steve’s name while he was running towards the plane to make that heroic sacrifice and, how he almost got cold feet and hesitated to move on and how he almost slowed down and turned around to look at Diana for the last time, and how the whole inner battle of his will to stay and not to stay was visible on his face, but… he didn’t do it because he knew if he turned around he’ll never able to leave her again.
Summary: Savitar kidnaps reader because in the future she was his lover, she was there for him when everyone rejected him. However, she died and now he’s in the present seeking revenge from the team while finding a way to be with her again.
Pairings: Savitar!Barry x reader *
Word count: 1190
Hey, guys! I had 3 requests for Savitar!Barry and they had some similarities so I decided to incorporate them in a single story. It’s kinda short but maybe this could have a second part, let me know if you’d want it! I hope you enjoy it x
*This is not really supposed to be cute and/or romantic
jin: the venue had started to empty out and staff began to put the merch away. you quickly walked by the booths in hope of snatching a shirt and continue walking without being noticed. you had wanted a shirt so badly, but unfortunately you could not afford one. your hand clutched onto one of the shirts laid out on the table while keeping your head down and you quickly swiped your hand back, but not before a hand gripped your wrist. “hey!” a strong voice said from behind you. when you turned around you came face to face with jin and you felt your chest constrict and your cheeks redden. “oh my gosh I-I uh i’m so-sorry!” the hand holding the shirt loosened and fell to the ground. jin smiled at your embarrassed expression before picking up the shirt and pulling out a sharpie, “hey it’s alright, here,” jin signed the sleeve of the shirt with a sharpie before handing it back to you, “it’s on me.” tears came to your eyes as you clutched the shirt in your hands. “thank yo-u so much,” you choked out. jin smiled giving you a hug before waving you off saying he had to go. upon leaving the venue you looked at the shirt ‘beauty is still evident even in the less fortunate. take care sweetheart, jin xx’
yoongi: you spotted a stray shirt lying on the floor outside one of the bathrooms and you quickly walked towards it to pick it up ‘better than nothing’ you thought as you grabbed the shirt from the floor at the same time as someone else. you were about to yell but you looked up and made eye contact with suga, only a couple centimeters away from your face. a screech left your mouth and you flew backwards, letting go of the shirt. “i’m so s-sorry!.” you bowed your head in embarrassment. after a few seconds you looked up to see suga walking towards you, shirt in hand. that was when you noticed that he was shirtless. ‘shit’ you thought, that must have been his shirt. you could feel his breath as he stood in front of you “you can have it,” he said with a smirk on his face, sweat still dripping from his forehead from the show. “take it as a gift” he winked before walking back around the corner. you looked down at the shirt in your hand ‘holy shit.’
hoseok: you stood in line for the merch for what seemed like hours before making it to the front. of course, being the last person in line, the merch was gone by the time you had made it to the front of the line. tears collected in your eyes as you nodded at the staff and began to walk away. you sat outside the front doors and sobbed into your hands ‘fucking stupid why did i wait so long’ a loud laugh whisked you out of your depressed state as a group of boys walked through the venue doors about a half hour later after the streets had cleared. “guys wait,” a voice said and you looked up and a gasp left your throat, “what’s wrong jagi?” hoseok crouched in front of you grabbing one of your hands. “u-um,” you stuttered not knowing what to say. “hey deep breaths jagi it’s alright,” hoseok smiled at you rubbing the back of your hand. “it’s stupid,” you said and hoseok shook his head, “nothing that makes you cry is stupid.” “i just- i don’t know- i came all the way here and i just really wanted a shirt to remember this amazing concert and they were gone and i was just upset,” ‘wow you sound really whiny’ you thought to yourself. hoseok stood up jogged back inside the venue and came back out about 2 minutes later with a shirt in his hand, “here sweetheart.” he smiled and winked, “glad you enjoyed the show.”
namjoon: after waiting in line for what seemed like hours you finally bought your bts shirt. you clutched it to your body and made it back to your seat, setting it down. after the concert was over you and the girl next to you turned around to grab your merch and got ready to leave, but you noticed your shirt was missing. it was in the hand of the girl who was sitting next to you. “hey that’s my shirt,” you said pointing to the shirt in her hand. the girl rolled her eyes, “no it isn’t,” and tried to walk away. you reached out to grab the shirt but she pushed you back before you could grab it and walked away. there was no point in chasing her as you knew you weren’t going to be able to get that shirt back. you pulled yourself off and brushed off your thighs before sulking out of the venue. “hey jagi!” a voice said from your right and you turned to see namjoon standing on the edge of the stage, “come here.” you gulped and walked closer, eyes wide. “i saw what happened and that was unacceptable, here,” namjoon reached out towards you with a black bundle in his hand, it was a tshirt. “you di-didn’t have to do that,” you said eyes wide as you started at namjoon. namjoon shook his head “no, i don’t condone violence in any way and i’m sorry you were pushed, take it, i signed it for you,” he smiled as you grabbed the shirt, allowing his dimples to show. “take care jagi.”
jimin: after the amazing concert you started to walk out of the venue with a huge smile on your face, that was the best experience you have ever had. almost at the doors of the venue, you felt someone bump into you and a cold substance fall down your torso. the girl who had hit you snickered before walking away with her group of friends. tears gathered in your eyes as you stood embarrassingly trying to clean up the slushie as everyone left the venue. after about 20 minutes the floor was cleaned with copious amounts of paper towel but your shirt was completely ruined and sticky. a hand grabbed the paper towel that was sitting next to you and pulled off a piece. you looked up and jimin was standing there with a frown on his face, “i’m sorry that happened to you jagi,” he said as he gently started to wipe away the slushie that had gotten on your face and neck. you blushed furiously as you realized what was happening ‘oh my god oh my god jimin is touching me.’ “it’s alright,” you shyly responded while standing up from your spot on the ground. after all the slushie was wiped off your face, jimin took a step back before pulling his own shirt over his head. “jimin wha-,” you started to ask as your blush spread down your neck. “here take my shirt, i have plenty more jagi,” he said handing it over to you. “thank you so much jimin.” you looked down at the ground. “hey,” you heard him say and you looked up, “you’re beautiful, have a safe trip home.”
taehyung: in the middle of one of bts’ songs you felt the girl next to you step closer and closer. you just figured she was trying to see better so you didn’t say anything about it. taehyung had been constantly going to standing in front of you as you were right up against the barrier. at the end of the song, tae kept looking towards you, but for some reason his brow was furrowed. ‘is he upset?’ you asked yourself, a frown setting on your face. “hey!” taehyung suddenly said as he quickly walked to the edge of the stage right in front of you, “put her bag down!” your eyes widened and you looked behind you to see the girl, who was standing next to you, in the middle of stealing a shirt from your bag. “security get her out of here, we don’t condone that type of behavior,” tae said in his deep voice making a shudder go down your spine. “come here sweetheart,” tae said reaching a hand out to you. you stepped closer and tentatively grasped his hand, “i’m so sorry about her, here.” one of the many bts shirts that had been thrown at them was in his hand, “take it.” you grasped the shirt before he winked at you and walked back on stage to join the boys. ‘what the fuck.’
jungkook: “that’ll be 65 dollars please,” the merch staff said looking at me expectantly. i counted my money quickly and realized that i was 5 dollars short, “um,” i stuttered looking up at the staff. he rolled his eyes at me and said, “get out of line,” before grabbing the merch from my hands and scoffing. you embarrassingly walked out of line as a few girls behind you snickered and took your place at the front of the line. i walked towards the back of the venue behind the merch stand and waited for the venue to clear out before you left. “pst,” a voice said from behind you and you turned to see jungkook peeking out from a curtain next to an unmarked room, “come here,” he whispered. you slowly walked behind the curtain to see jungkook standing there with a towel around his neck drenched in sweat. “i saw that you wanted a shirt but you couldn’t get one,” he said, “and we have plenty of extras so here jagi.” he handed you a shirt with a wink. “you really didn’t have to do that,” you shakily said while taking the shirt from his hand. “now go back out there and enjoy your night beautiful,” he winked before walking through a doorway.
Thoughts Going Through My Head During A Court of Wings and Ruin (SPOILERS...OBVIOUSLY)
PART ONE: PRINCESS OF CARRION 1. RHYS 2. Feyre being a master of all her powers makes me so happy 3. FUCK IANTHE 4. Shit Jurians here 5. THE VERY FIRST WORDS HE SEND DOWN THE BOND IS “I LOVE YOU” I’M DEAD 6. New characters? Oh shit they’re Daemati. They’re going to know what she is. 7. It’s only fitting that Feysand was in the cabin when Calanmai passed… :) 8. Alis sees through the bullshit, I love it 9. Feyre so manipulative, I love it 10. Yo, she’s really messing with Tamlin’s mind 11. fuck…get the children of the blessed out of there 12. THEY SENT THE BOGGE AFTER THEM YES 13. TAMLIN CONTROL YOUR FUCKING TEMPER YOU DUMBASS 14. “A Portrait in Snares and Baiting” LOL 15. Tamlin really falling spectacularly into Feyre’s traps 16. They’re revealing their plans WAY too easy, Feyre 17. GET THE FUCK AWAY FRPM LUCIEN, YOU BITCH 18. YAASSS FEYRE SHOW HER WHO’S BOSS 19. FUCK THESE TWO 20. Shit, Feyre get out of THERE 21. YAASSS FEYRE AND LUCIEN 22. TAKE LUCIEN WITH YOU
PART TWO: CURSEBREAKER 23. AUTUMN COURT 24. Shit it’s his brothers 25. FUCK, IT’S ERIS 26. CASSIAN, YOU’RE OKAY!!!!!!! 27. AZRIEL!! MY BABIES ARE OKAY!!! 28. HIGH LADY OF THE NIGHT COURT YAASSS BITCHES 29. “I missed you, too” Awwwwwwwww 30. MOR 31. SHE’S HOME 32. AMREN 33. RHYS OMG I CANT I’M CRYING TEARS OF JOY PLEASE NEVER BE SEPARATED AGAIN 34. Finally, she’s going to see her sisters 35. Lucien BEHAVE 36. Oh shit, Elain 37. What happened to Miryam and Drakon? 38. STOP FIGHTING 39. Cassian is so fucked man… he is SO in love with her 40. What is Nesta? 41. I am living for this bantering during dinner 42. Yes! Feyre’s going to learn to fly 43. Cassian breaking my heart a little when he talks about why he’s mad at Feyre… 44. LIBRARY :D 45. THE LIBRARY IS A SANCTUARY FOR ABUSED WOMEN I LOVE IT 46. What the hell did Cassian see down there? 47. Shit they’re going to free the Bone Carver 48. YES NEVER AGAIN PLEASE 49. SHE DID SEE HER CHILD 50. WHAT IS NESTA?!?!?!?!! 51. Haven’t heard Ouroboros since the immortals series LOL 52. Shit I think Elain can see the future 53. “So I went fast” LOL 54. Yes, Feyre stop with the matchmaker…for now 55. LORD AND LADY NIGHT YASSS 56. Shit, no, Rhys what are you doing 57. WTF SARAH J MAAS WHY ARE YOU MAKING ME NOT HATE ERIS AS MUCH 58. I DON’T THINK SHE’S CRAZY Y'ALL 59. THEY’RE CHAPERONING LOL 60. THE NEPHELLE PHILOSOPHY I LOVE IT 61. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN ELAIN?!??!?!??! CASSIAN BETTER NOT DIE OMG 62. Shit, the Ravens are here. See that’s what Elain was talking about 63. See, now Feyre gets it 64. WHAT IS THAT THING 65. WHAT IS THAT THING 66. SEE, SHE IS A SEER 67. Find the firebird 68. Lucien my baby 69. Shit, they attacked Adriata 70. YASSS FEYRE AND MOR TEAM UP SO BADASS 71. SHIT, THE KING 72. GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE, RHYS 73. Yo, Tarquin, you need to NOT cuz they’re on your side. THEY’RE YOUR FRIENDS 74. NESTA CAAAAAAAAARES 75. Wait, what does it mean that she sees her child and he’s a death-god? 76. STARFALL DRESS 77. NIGHT TRIUMPHANT AND STARS ETERNAL 78. Nesta! ❤ also Nesta and Rhys being on friendly terms is everything 79. LARGEST WINGSPAN, I’M DEAD 80. The bets! Sarah J Maas is the best with her squad-throwing-bets scenes 81. DAWN COURT 82. I love Viviane already 83. I have a feeling Tamlin is coming 84. Tamlin is here 85. FUCK NO HES GOING TO TURN THEM ALL AGAINST THE COURT OF DREAMS 86. YES RHYS YOU SHOW TAMLIN WHO’S BOSS 87. Wait, they’re actually going to work together? 88. Oh shit, she just revealed her powers to Beron 89. YAAASS CRESSIDA AND VIVIANE 90. LOL Helion wants the three of them. I’m crying 91. Also, a bit late but openly BI AND GAY CHARACTERS I LOVE IT 92. HOLY SHIT HELION IS LUCIEN’S FATHER? 93. What does Nesta feel? 94. FEYSAND IS SO BEAUTIFUL I’M CRYING 95. SHIT HE JUST DESTROYED THE WALL 96. Bryaxis better come thru 97. GUYS I AM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW
PART THREE: HIGH LADY 98. Waaaaaaaaaait…..wtf Jurian’s on their side???? 99. What the fuck Tamlin??? 100. Why did he go back though? I thought he was on their side? 101. NESSIAN 102. YAASSS IT’S OUR FAVORITE MESSY BITCH WHO LIVES FOR DRAMA: THE SURIEL 103. NOOOOO THE SURIEL HOW DARE SHE 104. YAAASSS IANTHE GETS WHAT SHE DESERVES 105. I’M SOBBING THE SURIEL 106. GOD STOP WITH THE FIGHTING 107. SHIT 108. YOOOOOOOOOO VARIAN JUST KISSED AMREN YAAAAASSSSS 109. SHIT NO IT TOOK ELAIN 110. RHYSAND GIVING HER ENCOURAGING WORDS IS EVERYTHING 111. YAASSS TAMLIN DO SOMETHING GOOD 112. MY GIRL CAN FLY 113 THEY GOT OUT 114. OHMYGOD MOR. I’M SOBBING. SHE IS SO IMPORTANT. SARAH J MAAS MAY MAKE ALL OF US WANT TO SCREAM INTO THE VOID BUT SHE ALWAYS CREATES SUCH IMPORTANT AND BEAUTIFUL CHARACTERS IT ALWAYS LEAVES ME SPEECHLESS 115. Ohmygod Feyre already planning out potential baes for Mor 116. She’s going to face the Ouroboros 117. She’s seeing herself right? Cuz she’s a wolf 118. I was RIGHT 119. Okay this speech is beautiful but like I AM SO SCARED RN 120. ALL THREE HAVE BEEN REUNITED 121. Ohmygodtheycame they all came 122. WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED TO THE CARVER 123. DRAKON’S ARMY 124. HOLY CRAP THEIR FATHER CAME THRU I AM SHOOKETH 125. THEIR FATHER NO 126. GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM CASSIAN 127. NO NO NO NO NO NOT CASSIAN NOT NESTA 128. OH MY GOD ELAIN YOU AMAZING BADASS
129. AMREN IS UNLEASHING HERSELF ISN’T SHE 130. SHE’S NOT GOING TO REMEMBER VARIAN OR HER FRIENDS NO 131. OH SHIT THE CAULDRON 132. RHYS WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING DON’T YOU DARE 133. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NO NOPE NEVER UH UH NO NO NO … NO … I AM ACTUALLY SOBBING FOR REAL … I HAVE CHEST PAINS
134. Oh my god Tamlin 135. RHYS 136. AMREN 137. LUCIEN 138. REMAKE THE WORLD 139. THEY’RE OKAY
Hi could I request a batsis story? She is Bruce’s biological child but she didn’t become a vigilante so they tend to ignore her (not on purpose but they’re always busy with a case). She goes away for university and when none of them show up to her graduation she decides to cut ties with them.
After a few years (maybe 3 or 4) she gets married to a wealthy businessman and they had a kid(s) together. The batfam didn’t realize that she cut ties with them because of all their cases they thought that she was still at school, when they realize that they haven’t seen her in a while they try to find her. The end is up to you.
Pairing: Batfam x reader, Ryan(oc)x reader
Summary: You are the forgot Wayne. Forgotten not on my by the public but your own family as well. If you aren’t worth remembering to them then they aren’t worth it to you.
Words Count: 2,750 My longest fic to date!
Notes: So I’ve seen a few fics with a request a lot like this, so if this fic is too much like a fic you have written please tell me and I will take it down. I don’t want to take any credit away from any other amazing author.
The reader in this is a little older than Jason
~REQUESTS ARE OPEN~
“Alfred, when will daddy be home?” 5 year old you asks as the old butler tucks you into your bed.
Alfred’s face falls a bit, but it doesn’t last as he saves face and gives you a reassuring smile.
“You must be mistaken, your father is home mistress (y/n).”
“Then why don’t I see him ever? Why doesn’t he tell me goodnight?” you ask curiously. Back then you were just innocent and naive, you didn’t know why your father was never around, why you weren’t aloud to go into his library, what the big bangs coming from below the house were. You couldn’t explain to your teachers why you never saw your daddy for more than an hour a week if you were lucky or why your butler came to your open houses not your father. You couldn’t explain why the other boy that lived in the house treated you like you had the black plague.
You see Alfred become physically defeated, “I’m sorry mistress, there are some things even this wise old man doesn’t know.”
You are let down by the answer but you didn’t let Alfred see it.
“It’s OK Alife! no one could know everything” you stress in your little childlike way.
Requested: - Anonymous said: Hey um… I don’t know if you do requests… but I’ll just request and see what happens I guess? Okay, I really enjoy your writings and I was wondering if you could do a Jugheadxreader story where the reader is kinda depressed2
can you do a jughead/riverdale imagine where jughead breaks up with the reader, and the whole “squad” leaves the reader, so in despair she goes to the river to kill herself ( like what Cheryl did ) and Jughead saves her?
“Then why are you leaving me! This isn’t fair.” I sobbed and gripped his shirt in my hands trying to stop keep him close.
“Y/N please. You’re making this harder for both of us. I promise you’re not losing me or anyone else.” He sighed and carefully pried my hands off of him and wiped my tears before walking me the rest of the way home.
I tried to go to bed but my thoughts kept me up as well as my constant crying and pain. I didn’t get any sleep that night despite how hard I tried to calm down and try get a few hours of rest. When my alarm went off in the morning I was already up, I pulled myself out of bed after convincing myself that it would be the best thing to do. I grabbed a pair of leggings and a huge baggy sweater from my cupboard and put them on before going to the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair. I looked in the mirror and only then could I see how badly I needed to rest, my eyes were puffy, red and had dark circles around them and tears stains ran down my cheeks with the general paleness of my face topping it all off. I left my face alone, make up can’t cover all this up so I just did my hair and went to my room fetching my bag and stepping outside.
I waited outside for two minutes out of habit which made nearly cry again, Jug always walked me to school, even before we were dating but I guess he doesn’t need me anymore even if we were just friends. So I walked to school all by myself with tears threatening to fall the whole way there. Once I got to school I cheered up a little when I saw Betty at her locker which is a few paces from mine, I strolled over to her and greeted her with a sigh which made her turn around quickly in curiosity.
“Oh hey Y/N… I’ve got to go.” She said bluntly and basically ran off in the other direction as I laughed which wasn’t a happy laugh it was a sad laugh at the crushing realization of the reality of my new world.
I spent the rest of the day trying to confront the people I used to call best friends but they all made up an excuse to leave before I even got my first sentence out. Even Archie ignored me, Archie Andrews, we had known each other since first grade and now it’s like we had never met. I blame Jug for all of this, he’s turned the people closest to me against me and what pisses me off even more is that I haven’t seen him all day, I thought I wasn’t going to “lose him or anyone else.”
REQUESTED: i HOPE YOU LIKE IT, I DIDN’T EDIT THIS ONE, SO SORRY IF THERE’S MISTAKES.
Requested by anonymous:
Hello I would like to request a tvd and to mixed in where y/n is the sister of the mikealsons but very powerful creature filled with other supernatural powers . Then y/n dies in mystic falls and y/n is best friends with the mystic gang . So when y/n dies the mikealsons and the gang meet at her funeral . All the characters say something meaningful specially klaus and Stefan because y/n would have best most besties with Stefan he says something like he loves her . Then as a ghost y/n says I’m here
You’re an original. A
sister of the Mikaelson. You are a very powerful creature. You’ve lived for
more than a thousand years and seen so much. It was hard for you to make new
friends, because people die, and not everyone wants to be a vampire. So when your
siblings and you settled in Mystic Falls for a bit. You decided to enroll in
the local high school, that way you’d be able to make new friends. And friends
Despite who your
family is you befriended the mystic gang. You were closer to Stefan which meant
that he wasn’t about to die anytime soon, being a vampire and all. Now
something happened when your mother turned you into a vampire, unlike your
siblings you were filled with supernatural powers, making you just as strong as
Klaus if not stronger.
When your family left
to New Orleans you decided to stay, it was hard to say goodbye to your family
especially Klaus. You two were very close to each other. You were never
daggered and were always by his side no matter what. You knew he was damaged
because of Mikael and that he just needed love. So you gave him all the love
you could and hoped that one day he’s meet a girl that’ll show him how amazing
All that was great and
amazing. Until came a day when something unexpected happened. It was a shock
everyone didn’t know what to do, what to feel. You died. You were stacked with
a white oak stake.
Your family came to
Mystic Falls at once, you were going to be buried there. The place you were
born. It was a rainy day, the sky was gray as if it was mourning you and was
saying goodbye to you. Everyone you loved or cared about was there, all
standing around your grave where your headstone stood. It was a secluded area
that belonged to your family. Tears were running, people were sniffing everyone
was just a mess. How will they move on? How will they live without you?
“I knew (y/n0 the
first one, here in Mystic Falls.” Caroline said as she silently whipped her
tears away. “She was so nice to me, I couldn’t believe she was an original. I
knew I could always count on her no matter what. She gave me advice on men and
she helped me gain respect from everyone who thought I was just a dump blonde.
I owe her so much, she deserved more than she got.”
“Uh… (y/n) and I
bumped into each other one time, when I was leaving school.” Matt who was
standing next to Caroline said as he tried to compose himself. “I knew she was
a vampire, and for some reason I thought she was going to kill me, which she
only laughed at. I never understood how much kindness could come from a person
as easily as it came from her. She saved my life more times that I could count
and for that I thank her.”
“When Elijah and (y/n)
came into town, I had a feeling that I could trust them.” Elena said as Damon
held her hand. “More (y/n) than Elijah to be honest… she just had that shine
around her, she was confident, honest, honorable and powerful. Yet she never
once harmed me or anyone I love. She always did the opposite actually, she was
always one call away. I’m going to miss her so much.”
“Guess it’s my turn…”
Damon said quietly, before he cleared his throat. “I never make friends easily,
people aren’t always found of me and my personality, but she thought otherwise.
(y/n) managed to slip past my walls and camp inside. She and I became fast
friends, she was my drinking buddy, I could rant to her for hours and she’d sit
and listen carefully. She acted as if I was her younger brother. For some
reason I always wished for an older sibling and she filled that roll all these
years ago, and now I feel as if I lost a sibling.”
Elijah knew it was his
turn to speak, yet he couldn’t say anything, Hayley took a hold of his hand and
gave him a squeeze. Telling him that she was there for him.
“Um… I never… I never
thought about losing a sibling.” Elijah said a tear escaping his eyes everyone
and then. “Especially not (y/n) she was just so full of power and confidence,
but more importantly she was kind and forgiving. Who would ever want to harm
her? She and I were close, she was close to me and my siblings. But-but I uh I
knew I can always count on her to cover my back no matter her personal
interests. For a long time she was the only light and amazing thing in our
family. Losing (y/n) is the hardest thing I had to go through in life.”
“She is the most
supportive person I knew.” Hayley said holding Hope in her left hand as Elijah
held her right one. “When she found out I was pregnant she came down to New
Orleans at once, and helped me. Whenever I called her for help or advice she
was there for me. She was the first one that showed me that not all vampires
are alike and there’s more to the Mikaelson’s than meets the eye. Because of
her I have Elijah by my side, and that is something that I will never forget.”
“After losing Freya, I
was beyond happy to get a sister.” Finn said, and he looked at Freya and turned
to your coffin. “(y/n) and I were great friends as we grew up. She was the only
one of my siblings that haven’t once looked down on me, or showed me disappointment.
I am more than glad to be her brother. I know she will be missed, as much as
she was loved.”
“I haven’t really
spent that much with (y/n) as you all did.” Freya said comforting Finn. “But
the time I did spend with her, I could tell that she was defiantly different from
the rest of us Mikaelson, no one with our past should have been that… good, but
she was. And how she did will remain mystery. I was looking forward to getting
close to her after everything calmed down here and in New Orleans.”
“(y/n) had an amazing
life, she was a great sister.” Rebekah said while she tried to stop her sobs. “She
was the kind that stands by you when you needed somebody to be there. She was a
sister, friend and a warrior in and out. I remember when we were young, she’d
go out of her way to make us all happy, which confused me as to why. She was
the youngest after all. I was so happy that I got a sister when she was born. She
was truly a caring person, and I know a part of me will always be missing now
that she is gone.”
“What really puzzled
me was her ability to always believe the best of everyone, until they proved
her wrong.” Bonnie smiled sadly as she remembered her time with you. “She had a
big hear and enough love for everyone. She was admirable and compassionate and
and she deserved so much more than she got. Her ending was supposed to be
happy. The best way to describe her is that she’s a friend that would stick by
in any weather; he is the type of friend friend that would stand in a storm, with rain pouring down on
his head, holding an umbrella, calmly and carefully, to make sure that my own
head did not get wet.”
“My baby sister, was
more than just a sister, she was my best friend.” Kol said tears streaming down
his face, he was looking down unable to look anyone in the face. “When we were
young she’s wake me up every morning so we’d be able to watch the sun rise. I was
so annoyed at her for that, but looking back that was the most peaceful time we
had and now that she’s gone, I only want to go back to that time where it was
only her and I talking and having fun. She was my shoulder to cry on through
every heartbreak. She was an amazing sister.”
“Um… (y/n) is the only
one who I never daggered. She was my baby sister, if I could I would’ve given
her the world.” Niklaus said as he whipped the stray tear before giving up as
more escaped from his red eyes. “She was so different from me we were the total
opposites yet we were the closest. I remember every minute we spent together,
she was so mad when I daggered one of our sibling and tried too hard to get me
to un-dagger them. She loved this family more than anything. I love her so
much. I’ll be telling Hope stories of her brave and amazing Auntie (y/n). I saddens
me knowing that my daughter will never know her auntie and my sister will never
know her niece. It is a cruel world we live in, and (Y/N) has been always far
too good and pure to live in it. I miss her, I can’t believe she’s gone…
“(Y/N), was an amazing
girl, I’ve never met anyone like her.” Stefan said crying the most. “
As time went on we
became best friends… I’ve been
looking for some to love all my life, and the minute I met her I knew she was
the right one for me. But I never thought that I’d ever have a chance with her.
She was far too beautiful far too good for me. But as time went on she made me
feel loved that I wasn’t a monster we grew closer as time went on, and my only
regret is not telling her how much she meant to me. I wish I could’ve told her
how I loved her, how I wanted to make her mine, I thought we had forever. But you
never know. She truly will be missed, she impacted so many people, and the
world will not be the same without her.”
You as a ghost from
the other side cried as you watched everyone talk about you, you wanted to
reach out to every single one of them, you wanted to comfort them and tell them
that you loved them. Hearing Stefan confess his love to you broke your heart as
you wanted to tell him that you felt the same as he had.
“I’m here.” You
whispered but it fell on deaf ears. They couldn’t hear you. They couldn’t feel
your presence. That was it, you live has
Request: Harry hook imagine where he dated the daughter of the queen of hearts but cheated on her with Uma so now she’s really cold and mean to others. They get taken to Auradon together and he tries to win her back. (Thank you so much for your request anon! I decided to spin the prompt around though, I hope that’s okay!) Rating: T Warnings: Implied underage drinking, angst, sadness, the whole shebang A/N: Once again, thanks to Ella or else I never would’ve thought of this little twist and thanks to the anon who requested! Tagging @pizzaplanethq@lycanlupinremus
Growing up, you didn’t have a lot of friends. Surprisingly, most people didn’t want their head to be chopped off!
Your mother was the Queen of Hearts. Was. Most days she wandered around your shabby home, cutting off the heads of your dolls and reliving all her memories of her frightening reign. She would glance off into the distance and then smile at you innocently after telling you another one of her “adventures.” But you knew that innocence was fake. She did horrible things.
“Someday you’ll be just like me.”
That was your biggest fear. Nothing scared you more than turning into an evil, tyrannical monster like her. She drove your father away and betrayed her closest friends. But looking in the mirror, you didn’t see yourself. You saw her. You vowed that for as long as you lived, you would do everything to reverse the actions of your mother.
But being good had no place in the Isle of The Lost.
Ridicule and bullying pushed you farther and farther away from your vow until you eventually forgot. You became exactly what you feared. Cold and ruthless. Just like your mother.
It wasn’t all that bad though.
Through your wickedness you found solace with new friends. Carlos, Mal, Evie, and Jay. They became the light of your life. And you became theirs. You had never been so happy until you joined them and you never looked back. But then he caught your heart.
Harry Hook was the biggest flirt you had ever known. That was both a blessing and a curse.
He would bug you day and night, wherever you were. Curl Up and Dye? He was there and ready with his infuriatingly clever pick-up lines. Ursula’s Fish And Chips? You better believe he would be there and equipped with charming one-liners. You found it both endearing and annoying.
Today was one of those days. You were headed to Ursula’s Fish and Chips to go grab some grub for the rest of your friends, after losing a game you guys were playing. You didn’t mind though. It gave you a chance to relax and observe the beautiful chaos of the Isle.
Of course, that peace and quiet was quicky disturbed.
Harry Hook, appearing from nowhere, swung in front of you then gracefully landed, grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat. “Hiya, princess!”
Rolling your eyes, you kept on walking, completely ignoring him. This seemed to completely throw off the cheeky pirate, and he ran to keep up with you. Grumbling when he still couldn’t get your attention, he waved a hand in your face, as if he thought you were actually mad. “Hello? Are you there, your highness?”
You quickly slapped his hand away, scowling at him. “I told you not to call me that!”
Harry’s grin instantly became even wider, and he chuckled at your angered expression. He ruffled your hair and then crossed his arms, which angered you even more, “I can do whatever I want, Princess Y/N.”
Sighing, you just kept going on your way as the pirate beside you chattered on about one of his latest conquests. He tended to keep a few girls (sometimes guys) around to play with for a little bit then eventually throw away, like a broken toy. This was one of the reasons why you didn’t agree with him sometimes. It just wasn’t right. He didn’t want to hear it though.
“Why do you care anyways?” Harry would ask, tossing a rotten apple around his hands. That question always bothered you. Why DID you do it?
Finally, you made it to Ursula’s Fish and Chips and Harry seemed to calm down a bit. Turning to face him, you flashed him one of your fake smiles, “This was a lovely conversation, but I’m afraid I’ll have to go and forget this whole stupid encounter didn’t happen-”
Before you could leave and run away, Harry’s hook caught your wrist, preventing you from escaping. “Hey, hey, what’s got you so uptight, your majesty?”
“Maybe I just don’t want to hear about your recent hookup,” you growled and took your hand away from him. “Or maybe I just wanna get some snacks and go back to my friends.”
You smirked then quickly ran far away from him while you had a chance, ignoring his calls and pleads to come back.
Love was a strange thing.
Your mother always said to never love anyone but yourself. “The moment you are vulnerable to someone, they’ll rip your heart out and leave you.”
Frankly, you thought her lessons were bullshit.
You paced around your room nervously, trying to absorb what you did a few minutes earlier. This was bad, this was bad, this was bad.
You kissed Harry. And he kissed you back.
Gripping your hair, you silently cursed at yourself. You shouldn’t have done that. You dramatically jumped on your bed and tried to remember the exact details of what happened.
Evie threw a party to celebrate her 16th birthday. “A royal bash to fit a royal princess!” You didn’t have the heart to tell her that royalty was invalid in the Isle of The Lost since she was so happy. You couldn’t take that away from her.
So far, the party was a roaring success. Someone started a game of Pin The Broom on The Witch and Seven Minutes in Hell was playing in a corner. But then someone brought in some of Hades’ special juice and it was all a blur after.
You remembered one thing though.
One minute you were bickering with Harry then the next, your hands were locked around his neck, afraid to let him go. You stared right into his ocean blue eyes, trying to search for any hesitation. There was none.
He cupped your face gently, as if he was afraid he would drop you and you would break. His eyes bore into your own, slowly getting closer and closer to you.
You sealed the kiss and it felt like heaven itself touched your lips.
He was scared. But so were you.
Trailing a finger through your lips, you could still feel the remnants of his kiss. Your heart shivered and shook with joy when you realized it.
You’re in love with him.
You smiled happily, then put a finger to your pulse. It was beating so fast, but you didn’t care. So this was what love was like. This was why love could start and end wars. Love was strong and powerful. This was the fairytales you were always told.
You remembered suddenly what your current situation was. There are no happily-ever-afters in the Isle of The Lost. None.
Remembering your mother’s words, you sobbed and hastily wiped your lips. “The moment you are vulnerable to someone, they’ll rip your heart out and leave you.”
Harry could never truly be in a relationship. He was important in Uma’s mission and he had big dreams. Dreams that don’t include you. You couldn’t take that away from him just for love. The sparkle in his eyes whenever he talked about his love of the sea and being captain… you could never.
He deserved better.
You had to end this.
The kiss was quick, but it was enough. The damage was done.
Gil stood there, confused as ever. He touched his lips and frowned at you, still not fully understanding the situation. As always. “Wha-What? I thought you liked Harry.”
“I-I do.” You thought. But instead, you shook your head. “I don’t.”
“Really?” Unbeknownst to you, Harry was there the whole time. And he looked both angry and upset at the same time, but looking into his eyes, you saw something else. Heartbreak.
You did what you did best. You ran away. But Harry stopped you. Like he always did.
“Why?” The question was so simple but you couldn’t find an answer. “Why are you so afraid of following your heart?”
Harry looked into your eyes, and in an instant you regretted everything you did. The pure look of heartbreak was enough to make you sob and you wanted to apologize for everything you did. But you couldn’t find the words. “I-I’m scared, Harry. I’m… I can’t do this.”
“No,” he held your hand tightly, refusing to let you go. “Y/N… you’re not like your mother. Don’t keep trying to become like her just because you have to keep up this image. I fell in love with the real Y/N… not the stone cold princess who plays with feelings.”
You looked him in the eyes again. You thought that maybe, just maybe, he was right. You hastily wiped at your eyes and took your hand away from him. “I have to go.”
“I said I have to go!” You cried, then ran as fast as you could, never looking back. You feared that if you did, you would come back and everything would collapse. It was too late now.