2 years of wish you were here :)

I need a fic where Supergirl and Livewire exchange hate mail regularly…

Kara randomly just receives a postcard from hawaii or new zealand or france saying: Saw you get beat up on the news… your form is off… coming for ya blondie…

Livewire always hangs around long enough to get return mail, usually on the back of a gaudy greeting card that Kara found in some back alley gift shop, filled with a really bad pun and a quip about Supergirl being in top shape…

Then once a year, they meet up… beat the absolute crap out of each other, then part ways…

2 weeks later, Kara receives another postcard from Tahiti… bet you wish you were here instead of in a hospital bed… that was a nasty fall you took… shame you’re bulletproof…

Do Something Bad, Too - Part 4

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: It’s like every single Alpha on the planet won’t rest until they’ve confessed their eternal wish for you to mother their children, and it’s getting old. Luckily, that’s a problem Bucky might be able to fix.

Warnings: language, a/b/o dynamics, nsfw content (aka orgasms)

A/N: its finally here! sorry for taking like 30000 years but i got there in the end! happy new year, happy holidays, i hope everyone is well and i hope you enjoy this part!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you were in the army, you decided that you would never, ever chose an Alpha as a mate. You were surrounded by the worst kind day in day out - and, sure, when you moved companies nobody knew you were an omega thanks to the suppressants, but that just meant they felt like they could say all their shitty opinions about omegas in front of you as if you wouldn’t be offended.

In your opinion, 99% of Alphas were pigs and had zero respect for you no matter how successful you were, or how many suppressants you took. The past few weeks, however, have made you seriously reconsider that percentile.

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Four Times They Almost Kissed and The One Time They Did- Lin X Reader

You grabbed a glass of champagne, seeing that all of your friends were socializing with other people and you looked around, trying to spot a place to go outside since it was getting stuffy in the room. You saw a glass door which presumably led to a balcony and you made a beeline there and you opened the door and slipped outside.

The cold air hit you all at once and you set your glass down to the right of the door before you crossed your arms, trying to keep all of the warmth. You picked your glass back up, realizing that there was really no point in trying to keep warm.

You walked further away from the door that led inside and you made your way close to the edge.

You looked around, amazed at the view you had- you could almost see the ball in Times Square. Although it was cold outside, you reasoned with yourself that getting this view was worth freezing for. You felt someone nudge your arm and you turned around, seeing Lin. You smiled a bit.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” He asked you, no longer looking at you but at Times Square and all of the buildings. Your features softened when seeing the look of adoration he had when looking at the city.

“Yes, it’s beautiful.” You told him and he nodded. He turned to look at you again and he shrugged off his suit jacket and offered it to you.

“You look cold.” He said sheepishly and you took the jacket cautiously.

“Are you sure? What if you get cold?”

“I’ll go back inside.”

“Touché.” You slipped the jacket on, noticing immediately how it smelled like Lin.

Yeah, he was never getting this back.

You guys heard a cheer from the huge crowd at Times Square.
“I guess it’s the new year.” He said quietly and he turned towards you, beginning to close the distance. You moved forward as well.
“Hey Lin, we’re starting some karaoke, wanna join?” Someone from inside yelled and he pulled away before he could kiss you.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.” He smiled and he looked at you. “I’ll see you later?”

“I think I am going to go home. I am really tired.” You lied and he put his hands in his pockets.

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can just get a cab but thank you.”

“It’s no problem- text me when you get home, okay?” He asked. You smiled and nodded.

“Sure, and Lin?”


“Happy New Year.” You raised your glass of champagne.

“Happy New Year- to us.” He replied, returning the toast.

“Yeah. To us.”

“Happy birthday Lin!” You yelled, your voice drowned out by all of the others who were giving him birthday wishes as well. His smile grew as he looked at everyone who was here and he started greeting everyone and talking. Everyone was already ordering rounds and Lin made his way over to you, practically bouncing from all of the energy and from how excited he was.

You felt yourself begin to smile as well, Lin’s smile being contagious.

“I’m glad that you are here!” He said and your smile grew.

“I’m glad you showed up to your party.” You replied and he laughed.

“I went to the wrong bar two times before I came here.”

“You made it and that’s what matters.”

“Yup- anyway, if I were to say do karaoke, would you join me?”

“What song because I don’t think I’ve listened to any normal music in ten years.”

“Your choice.”


He smiled to himself and then he looked back at you. “Let’s do it.”
You both got on stage and he looked at you and smiled reassuringly.

“So I got you a present, I went downtown to get it, are you doing anything tonight?”

The song went on as usual.

The part in the musical where Vanessa and Usnavi kiss came up and you both took a step forward.

“I wish I was mad- I’m just too late.” You concluded and you both just stared at each other, not knowing what to do. Everyone applauded loudly and cheered and you put the microphone back on the stand, quickly going back into the crowd.

“Take that back!” You yelled and Lin looked at you, amused.

“I stand by what I said.” He replied and you groaned out of frustration

“Groundhogs day is the best holiday ever and I will fight you.”

“Why is it the best holiday?”

“I don’t know but it is, okay? We have an entire day dedicated to whether a groundhog sees his shadow or not and I think that is great.”

“I mean it’s either six weeks until spring or six more weeks of winter and it means the exact same thing?”

“You can fight me.”

“No, I don’t want to fight you. I’m just saying that groundhogs day is pointless.”

“And I’m just saying that you can fight me.”

“I much rather kiss you.”


“Forget I said anything.”

“No. You said-”

“That groundhogs day is pointless.” He finished, turning a light shade of red.

“No after that.”

“That I much rather kiss you than fight you?”

“So why don’t you?” You asked and he froze before he leaned in close to you.

“Groundhog’s day is pointless.” He whispered before pulling away. You rolled your eyes, glaring at him slightly.

“You are such a tease, I can’t believe it.”

“So you’re saying you wanted me to kiss you?” He asked and you shook your head, maybe a bit too quickly.

“Forget I said anything.” You answered.

“This is the best Valentine’s Day ever.” You announced and he shook his head, smiling.

“We are laying in my bed and watching cartoons.”

“Like I said, best Valentine’s Day ever.” You smiled and you put your head on his chest and stared up at the TV, aware that he was now resting his chin on your head.

“And here I was thinking that it was just because you were spending it with me.”

“Well that’s partly true. And it’s also because you’re letting me wear your hoodies.”

“Am I ever going to get those hoodies back?”


“I’ll take that as a yes because you finally gave me my suit jacket back today.”

“Well your hoodies are really comfortable so I wouldn’t get your hopes up.” You told him and you closed your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re beautiful.” He said gently and you opened your eyes quickly.

“I don’t think I’ve told you but you’re the corniest person I know.”

“No, corny would be looking at someone while I ask if the view is amazing and you reply yes and you are talking about them.”
“Seems oddly specific.”

“New Year’s Eve.”

“For the record I was talking about the city as well, I just happened to be looking at you.”

“Sure.” He teased and you rolled my eyes.

We watched the cartoons in silence for a bit before you turned over, facing him. He looked at you, a gentle smile on his face and he sat up. You sat up as well and he leaned over the bed, about to kiss you before the doorbell rang and he swore under his breath in Spanish.

“That’s probably the food.”

“I’ll get it.” You offered and you slid off the bed and quickly made your way out of the room.


“We only have thirty minutes before the first song- you should probably grab your seat.” Lin said, looking a bit nervous. You smiled and grabbed his hand.

“Hey, you can do it. You’re gonna blow everyone away.” You told him and he smiled a bit.

“You really think so?”

“Lin I’ve been spending so much time at your apartment to make sure that you get sleep and I’ve heard you sing all of the songs. I know you can do this.” You reminded him.

“Right, right.”

“Lin look at me.” You said and he looked at you, a mixture of panic and excitement on his face. “I believe in you. Your cast mates believe in you.”

“I know I know I just… what if I-”

You pressed your lips to his and he stopped talking instantly, relaxing and kissing you back.

“Finally.” You heard someone say and you jumped away and looked over to see Chris with his arms crossed and smiling. “I have been waiting for you guys to do that since you first met each other.”
Your face turned red and Lin’s face turned red as well.

“Good luck.” You whispered and Lin smiled brightly.

“I knew that you were the more cliché one.”

“Oh c'mon how was that cliché at all?” You argued and he laughed quietly.

“Shutting me up by kissing me? Cliché. I’ll see you after the show.” He giggled and you nodded. He stole one last glance at you before you exited the backstage area, walking around to the main entrance and you got into your seat right as the show started. The first song started and when Lin entered center stage, you felt excitement rise in you.

“Alexander Hamilton.” He sang, followed by thousands of people cheering. He looked around the audience before finding your eyes. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. And there’s a million things I haven’t done but just you wait. Just you wait.”

Look Like a Movie 

by @allwaswell16

Louis lights up Harry’s world like nobody else. Harry just wishes he could be brave enough to ever ask him out. Although Harry’s high school life is fraught with anxious encounters, he gets by with a little help from his friends.

Or a prequel to ’Sound Like a Song,’ taking place ten years before. Featuring school dances, soccer games, overeager lab partners, crushes, and being ten years too early for the love of your life.

mature | 10k | Part 2 of When We Were Young Series 

Although this fic is a prequel, I intended for Sound Like a Song to be read first. But if you want to read them chronologically, start here! 

It’s A Brand New Start

Raphael (2014/16) x Reader

Notes: An original, because I love Miley’s new song. Always remember, suicide is never an option. Trust me babes.

Song: Miley Cyrus – Malibu

Word count: 794

Warnings: Swearing, Hurt & Comfort, Mention of Suicide

Disclaimer: I don’t own TMNT, and you belong to you <3

I never came to the beach or stood by the ocean / I never sat by the shore under the sun with my feet in the sand 

You stood at the beach, your eyes running over the horizon of the salty blue water in front of you. You held your brown gladiator sandals in your hands, your hair in light waves with masses of hidden salt water. The white dress you wore was wet as well, slowly dripping on to the pier under you.

But you brought me here and I’m happy that you did / ‘Cause now I’m as free as birds catching the wind

Vacation to Malibu wasn’t ideal in your head, considering what had happened last time, but your parents had begged you and your therapist begged you too, to get over it, to get closure and you did. You’d never felt so calm in your life.

If only Raph could see you now. He wouldn’t even be able to tell you were the same person. Usually, you were brash, frantic and erratic.

Raphael. You’d been away from him for 2 months, for summer vacation, and you wished he’d able to be with you in that moment. You met him 4 years ago, and he’d been with you through everything that had happened; the hardship, and the heartache. You couldn’t thank him enough for that.

We watched the sun go down as we were walking / I’d spend the rest of my life just standing here talking

The last time you saw him, he took you topside, walking across the rooftops together. He gave a present, a small bracelet in his large hand. It had a small wooden circle charm on it, with a ribbon as the bracelet. Tying it himself, he made you promise to be safe when on vacation, and whenever you felt a surging pain, the pain he knew all about, that you stare at the circle until you felt at ease again. You remember the felling of his lips on yours, seeing the glimmer in his eyes when you parted and the feeling of his skin next to yours.

You felt your legs carry you back to the beach, off of the pier. The sand under your toes felt like grit, and velvet at the same time. The closer you got to the water, the louder your heart sounded in your ears.

That’s when I make the wish / To swim away with the fish

Summer 2014

This was it. It was your time to go now; to let go, and be free. Your parents wouldn’t care, both successful and too busy with their careers; they’d made enough sacrifices for you. Not any more. Your best friends: Leo, Donnie, Mikey and Raph. They spent their days without you anyway. You were always busy, or they were on patrol. You didn’t impact their lives. 

Your heart carried you to where you needed to be.

I never went boatin’, don’t get how they are floatin’ / And sometimes I get so scared of what I can’t understand

You didn’t understand why you felt the way you did, but it was the only option, and when your legs fell off the edge of Earth, your world crumbled and your idea of reality drifted away. The long dark green skirt you wore, and the white shirt now fell about your drowning, sinking body. Not that you cared, right?

You thought that was it, that was the last time you needed to breathe, but you woke up, a clear mask strapped to your face and your body wrapped in a hospital gown. 

I never would’ve believed you / If three years ago you told me / I’d be here…

Snapping out of the daydream, you simply smiled, turning your back to your past and the vast blue depths of the ocean, and went to fly back home. Malibu had been everything it promised, warm, inviting and new. But it was definitely not home, more like the beginning to the end.

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning and you’re there to save me / And I wanna thank you with all of my heart

And when you got back, hair up in a bun with a smile on your face, your loving boyfriend smiled back, setting down his weights and opened up his arms.

“I fuckin’ missed ya loads, shortstack.” Smiling, you took slow steps towards him, and you were finally home.

Who is in Control - Part 3

It’s my birthday (Feb 3) and that means you guys are getting a gift. Enjoy., 

10 years ago, you and Tony Stark met and he adopted you.
Today, you are his heir and the newest member of the Avengers.
Your first mission? Help Bucky Barnes.
Oh boy, you wished things were this simple.

Word counting:  1450+
Notes: Keep in mind: Age of Ultron Never happened here. Gifs are from google or tumblr.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Mutant!Reader
Chapter: 3/??
Chapter name: Chapter 2 - Good Night

Part 1 / Part 2 - Series Masterlist

The luxurious kitchen seemed sterilized when they came in. Bucky sat down in silence while Y/N looked for ingredients in the pantry.

“Can you cook?” She looked at him, to which he gave no response.

She sighed. Interacting with him was going to be much harder than she originally thought.

“What would you like to eat?” She encouraged him. “Maybe eggs, bacon and pancakes, or waffles…”

“Eggs and bacon are fine.” He finally answered and she kept herself from smiling too much, walking to the stove and making enough for the both of them. When she finished, she sat down to the right of him.

When Bucky stared at Y/N’s plate in surprised, she couldn’t help but laugh.

“What? Just because I am a rich girl doesn’t mean I can’t cook or enjoy food?”

He blushed a bit, which surprised her, and she just laughed once more. Bucky took his time to start eating, but finished before she did. Y/N had based his plate on Steve’s appetite and was totally right.

“Aren’t you in the least bit bothered by this situation?” She looked at him trying to understand his facial expression. “I mean; I’ll be with you pretty much 24/7.”

He sighed and then looked at the young woman.

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“The others, they don’t like me. – His face was blank and he wasn’t really looking at her, and she felt uncomfortable with the look on his face.” Your father doesn’t trust me.

“They like you.” Y/N argued, even though she knew he was probably right. – They wouldn’t be helping you if they didn’t like you. Besides, my dad doesn’t trust anyone, and Natasha is exactly like him. Bruce has a lot going on and Thor is just a goof with a hammer.

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Jupiter (Chris Beck x Reader)

Prompt: I was driving home from my job, and I work 3rd shift, so the sky was gorgeous and I saw Jupiter and I immediately started crying. I love space, and then all I could think of was Chris Beck, So here I am. 😊


Word Count: 1,083

“Chris?” You sat up in the dark room, realizing that your bed was empty. Reaching over you turn on the bedside lamp to confirm that the room was empty. You climbed out of bed and towards the open bedroom door. “Have you been murdered? Because that’s be unfortunate.”

You headed down stairs and walked towards the kitchen. “Babe?” Sometimes Chris would walk up in the middle of the night to make a snack since his body systems were always messed up from space, but this wasn’t one of those nights. You looked in the living room and dining room, and still no Chris. You began panicking a bit when you saw the back door open and Chris sitting on one of patio chairs, looking up. You grabbed one of his sweaters hanging up by the door and walked outside.

“Babe, what are you doing? It’s freezing.” The quiet thuds of your feet against the stone patio were the only sound to be had in between the two of you.

Chris looked over at you. “Y/N, come here!” He ushered you over and you obligated. He grabbed your hand and pulled you onto his lap. You looked at him and his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy shop when he looked back at the sky. He wrapped his left arm around you, giving you a squeeze before using his right hand to point at a bright star in the sky. “See that bright one right there?”


“That’s Jupiter. It’s only visible with human eyes tonight, so I wanted to come out here.”

He wrapped his other arm around you and rubbed your arms. You settle back into his chest still looking at the sky, catching random shooting stars.

“There must be a meteor shower, there’s a lot of shooting stars.” You spoke quietly, afraid to disturb Chris in his element. You sat with him for a few minutes, comfortable silence falling between you two, Chris drawing patterns into your thigh.

“Chris, it’s almost 4am.”

“I know, but it’s the perfect time to stargaze.”

“Um, baby, I don’t want to be the one to tell you, but you do know you travel through space, right? Like you know you’re an astronaut. You don’t have to stargaze, you’re literally going to Mars.”

Chris laughed and pinched your thigh lightly. “Shut up, it’s just great to see from down here. Plus, there’s a meteor shower tonight, and it’s safer to observe down here, than up there.”

Chris put his head on your shoulder and place a small kiss, before looking back to the sky.

“Chris?” You kept your eyes fixed on the stars. Chris hummed in response, lost in the sky. “Don’t you get scared? Ya know, to go up there.”

“Yeah. Every time. It can be hard sometimes to forget that something could go wrong at any point but, you can’t let fear control you. So, I do my job, marvel at the amazing sights, and get the hell outta there so I can come home to my girls.” Chris placed a soft kiss against the exposed skin on the base of your neck.

“I hate to ruin the moment, but I’m actually freezing and I can barely feel my feet. Can we go back inside?” You chuckled and Chris grabbed a hold of you and stood up. “What are you doing?”

“Well I don’t want your feet getting colder from walking.”  You just smiled at the man and he winked at you. “I’m the greatest boyfriend to walk the Earth, you’re really lucky.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Once you were inside, Chris set you down before closing the door and turning the lights off. You made it back to your room and sat on your side of the bed, tucking yourself under the blanket. Chris came in a few minutes later and closed the door.  He sat at your feet and pulled the blanket down, exposing your legs.

“Here let me warm your feet up.” He grabbed one of your legs and began rubbing your foot, warming it up. You watched your fiancée intently, taking in moments like this for when he leaves. You really thought you were the luckiest girl, and while you dropped out of med school, meeting Chris was the highlight of that 2-year mistake.

When he finished with your right foot, he grabbed the other, repeating his actions. He eyes met you and he smiled. “Whatcha thinking about?”

“Do you ever wish you’re still a doctor? Like ya know, not in space?”

“Not really, I always loved space, so when the opportunity arose, I jumped to it. Being able to be in space and just be there, it’s truly gorgeous Y/N. The second most stunning sight I’ve ever seen.”

“The first being?”

“Definitely the cat. Pluto is the love of my life.” Chris chuckled and smiled down at you.

“Ha. Ha. You’re very funny.”

As if on command, Pluto jumped on the bed and settled herself in the front corner. Chris laid down, pulling you over so you were laying on his chest. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it up, your feet warmed up.

“Do a favor for me?” You spoke, watching Chris run his fingers over your arm laying on his chest.

“Anything baby doll.”

“Come back from Mars in one piece, and god forbid, you miss you flight back and get stranded.” You started fiddling with your engagement ring. “Because I will not hesitate to remarry.” You lifted your head and set your chin on his chest, looking at his amused expression. Chris grabbed you and brought you lips to his, placing a soft, but passionate kiss to you.

“No promises, maybe I’ll fall in love with an alien or space rocks? I’m open to anything.”

You laughed and put your head back onto his chest. Pluto’s purrs filled the room but you focused on Chris’ heart. Studying every beat, how it slowed as he relaxed and fell back into sleep. You wanted to remember and cherish the sound, knowing that in 3 days the bed would be colder and the nights, quieter.

Don’t Even Think Of Running (Himchan mafia/gang AU)

Requested by: a cool anon

Word count: 6.2 k+

Genre/warnings: Mafia/gang AU (may contain a swear word or two. Contains mentions of death and all kinds of other gang stuff basically, but doesn’t contain excessive violence. It’s more just smart talk, really.)

Summary: Who cared if you actually loved him? You simply had to, because he had saved your life a year ago and had officially made you his, only asking for a marriage with him in return for your safety and well-being. You loved him, but you didn’t love him enough to stay locked up in an apartment for most of your days, being toyed with by him and being viewed as another possession without life ambitions and wishes. Escape seemed like the only option, and even though he’d warned you that an attempt to run away would eventually end with death, you were determined to prove him wrong.


He was home again, his heavy footsteps echoing through the whole hallway. You were curled up on the sofa in the living room, with a blanket thrown on top of you and a book in your hands.

“Baby, I’m back home,” he called out, making you slightly scoff in response, as you weren’t quite ready to meet with him face to face once again.

“Won’t you come out and greet your man properly?”
he continued, his voice a mixture of sweet and playfully salty. You remember how scared of that tone you used to be, never understanding what would follow. Never knowing if he meant it as a harmless sentence or a warning that if you wouldn’t be the perfect wife next time around and wouldn’t obey his instructions, something bad could happen.

Well, not exactly wife. Wife-to-be, but that didn’t make it any better, as it wasn’t one of your milestones in life to be married to a mafia leader.

You unwillingly got up from the couch, your bare feet hitting the cold floor as you walked all over the huge, luxurious room and into the hallway where his frame could be seen at the very end of it, in front of the door.

“Better,” he said as you approached him, closing your eyes and slightly flinching when his hand rose up to stroke your cheek.

“Now, now, why the flinching? It’s not like I’m going to hurt you or anything,” he smiled a sly smile, sliding his hand from your cheek under your chin, lifting your head up so you would look at him. You opened your eyes, mildly disgusted by the tone he used and how he toyed around with you just because he could, but didn’t move or flinch anymore.

“How many times have I told you, hmm?”

You knew better than to stay silent, so you quietly said, “Many times, every evening.” It was true. Despite being who he was, he’d never hurt you, and your flinching was just a reflex from a past relationship you’ve had. He wasn’t the one who had caused it.

“In that case, why won’t you still believe me? I didn’t save you in first place just to hurt you later on,” he tilted his head slightly, and a mix of frustration and annoyance started boiling inside of you. He leaned his face a little closer, and stayed just centimeters away from your face, not letting you look away even for a second.

“Now why don’t you treat me the way I treat you? Show me how much you love me,” his thumb traced over your lips, causing you to let out a breath. His other hand was resting on your waist, holding you tightly in place with a strong grip. It took you a few seconds to gather yourself together in order to press a kiss on his lips, and you cursed at how pleasant his kiss actually felt.

“That’s right, baby. Love me the way I love you,” his hand dropped, and he stepped away, walking past you and leaving you to stand there.

“Dinner’s on the table..” you said quietly, not turning back to look at him.

“You won’t join me?”

“You took too long today, I already ate earlier. But I heated it up for you again..”

You heard him chuckle a bit and walk further down the hallway and into the kitchen.

“You’re too good to me, baby. Always taking care of me…”

It didn’t take him long to join you in bed afterwards. You were glad he’d stopped being on the frontlines of all of his gang’s missions and rather stayed behind, inspecting the situation and covering the other’s backs. Since he became a leader, many things have changed, but the only thing that you were grateful for was the fact tat he didn’t smell of blood even after countless showers and days spent without missions anymore. The bed sank in when he climbed under the blankets, and soon his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer towards him. 

“Dinner was amazing, just like always,” his lips brushed against the back of your neck as he shifted closer to you, “Have I ever told you how good you are at cooking?”

“Yes, you have, Channie. Countless times.”

“Don’t sound so emotionless when I compliment you. After all, I do it from the heart. And there’s not many things in this world that I truly do from the heart, so if I was you I’d be grateful,” he said, relaxing as he finally found a position that he felt suited him well.

“Good night, babe. Sleep well.”

“Good night,” you whispered, leaning in to turn off the lamp on the bedside table, letting your arm fall back on the bed with a silent thud. 

If anyone saw both of you right now, they’d think you were just two regulars. Two harmless lovers drifting off to sleep to wake up the next morning and walk off into separate directions for the day just to be reunited later in the evening. But who knew his picture perfect face and sharp features, as well as his soft smile and loving gaze hid a truth so dark and dangerous no one could imagine. This man who was sleeping soundly and even snoring a little as he completely drifted off into unconsciousness right next to you, was no other than Kim Himchan - the newfound leader of a small, but rather powerful mafia organization that called themselves B.A.P.

He wasn’t a leader by default, rather a well-trusted former member of the gang who’s been in the game long enough to know how things were rolling and to have more than enough tricks up his sleeve. He was the second in line of command until the former leader Yongguk asked to exchange positions, feeling the need to take a little break from leadership and wanting to see how his closest friend and comrade handled the situation instead.

He seemed serious and intimidating when he was out on a mission with his members, and always knew what to do. He had a strong opinion that he knew how to voice, and when he walked into the room it was always with his head held high, immediately setting fear into everyone around him with just a single blank stare. Unlike Yongguk who was a quiet one, Himchan was a loud mouth who liked to throw around commentary, both necessary and unnecessary. That often lead to trouble, but even more often it was a quite useful thing when gathering information, because the people they usually had to deal with were shaped more or less the same way, and were quite easily irritated, often letting some things slip while arguing back.

There was a fire in his heart that awoke only when he was in charge of the situation, and that was the main reason Yongguk decided to switch positions and let him lead. Himchan wasn’t always fearless, but he had a strong feeling of responsibility when it came to keeping his own life, and even more important than that, the life of his members’. This attitude of his, fused with his ability to inspect the situation and the experience he’d gathered through the years, being Yongguk’s right hand and the person to keep the group together when things went off hill, made him the leader B.A.P was in need of while Yongguk took a rest from the leadership position to get back his strength and to try how a lineup change would affect and benefit the gang. 

Himchan had spotted you a while ago, instantly falling in love with the way you laughed and the way your hair blew in the wind as you walked down the street with your fiancee. He had to be reminded he was on a mission by his members, who thought it was quite amusing to see him acting this way. It took him quite a while and a comment that he should be professional to snap him back to reality. Too bad they were after your fiancee Minhyun back then, who, coincidentally, being a member of another gang, had done wrong and had to be taken care of. You were just another miscellaneous person in their way, and only God knows what would’ve happened if Himchan hadn’t taken a liking in you back then.

When you both were surrounded in the back of an alleyway, it turned out Minhyun had anticipated it and had brought his little group of friends along,who were all in a hideout this whole time. As a gunfight broke loose and most of them were disabled and incapable of moving, you were left standing there on your knees with tear-strained cheeks in the middle of this whole mess, praying for your life. You remember being clueless on what was happening, as you had no clue about Minhyun’s wrongdoings, and you remember being as scared as ever when the person, who was later introduced to be Jongup, was standing in front of you, aiming one gun straight at your head and another at your “loving” fiancee who was on his knees as well, right next to you.

“Please.. I knew nothing. I-I.. I promis-se..” you stuttered after he’d explained the situation to you, the smug smile never leaving his face as he saw your world breaking apart and your realization that you’d been living a lie for this whole time. That was the first time you got to see Jongup’s psychotic side, but that was nowhere near the last one. He loved to see people pleading for their lives, and even more than that he loved taking those lives away from them. You were certain every mission would turn out into a killing spree if it wouldn’t be for the older members who were the only ones who knew how to tame his maniacal behavior and how to make him stop.

“Spare her,” he heard Himchan say from behind, and turned to face him, not pointing the gun away from you.

“Oh, why though? She knows our identities, and we can’t just let anyone who knows get away like that, and even less someone who has ties with an asshole like our lovely friend Minhyun here, am I right?” he smirked, seeing you move slightly with the corner of his eye.

“Sweetheart, don’t even try to run. There’s a dead end right behind that left turn, and I wouldn’t even have to hurry or try hard to catch you. My aim is the best out of everyone’s,” he’d ruined the word “sweetheart” forever for you at that moment, and you stopped moving, freezing dead in your tracks.

“Since when are you so confident and cocky?”
Himchan called, making Jongup rise a brow.

“Don’t I have reasons to act this way, or are you implying that my statements are lies? Don’t test me.”

“What I lack in technique I’ll compensate with experience and knowledge, so don’t test me either, you won’t win,” Himchan said coldly, making you shiver and making Jongup chuckle.

“Fair enough, you might even be right. Say, Himchan, did she really catch your eye? What’s so special about her anyways?”

“That’s none of your business. Leave her to me, I will make sure she’ll be taken care of the proper way,” he said. You took a sharp breath and closed your eyes for a second, just to hear sudden noise to your right.

“You can have her if you spare me,” you suddenly heard Minhyun say, and as your eyes shot open and you looked to your right, you saw a gun aimed at your head by the person you were sure loved you the most on this planet.

“Minhyun.. H-how.. Why? I thought you-”

“Shut up,” he told you coldly, “And obey if you want to live.”

“Well, well, I’d advise you to do the same. Or should I end it here?” you heard Jongup say. Your eyes closed, and you felt at the edge of passing out. Your life was hanging on a thin thread, a thread that could be cut through at any given moment by one of the two guns aimed at you. You felt your body giving out as you fell to the ground, ready to pass out because of the sudden shock and stress you were experiencing.

Your fate was sealed then and there, as the gunshot never happened, and you fell unconscious in the alleyway just to wake up in an unfamiliar apartment the next day and to be met with Himchan’s gaze.

He was truly something, something you’d never seen before. He could make you feel at home and at the same time scare and intimidate you by just giving you a look. You vaguely remembered the events of that day, and could faintly recall something like Minhyun pointing a gun at you and threatening to kill you if they didn’t let him run off.

“So, and how do you intend to repay me for what I’ve done? I saved your life,” Himchan sat across you in a chair, tilting his head to the left and piercing through you with his gaze.

“I.. I don’t know.. Just let me go, I’ll do anything you want me to..” you told him back then, tears straining your cheeks as you spoke.

“Letting you go? No, that’s out of question. But I won’t just let you stay around here like this either, that would be of no use to me.”

Silence hung over the room, and the next sentence hit you hard in the chest, causing you to stop breathing for a second.

“I like you, and I’m a guy who always gets what he wants. I want you, so marry me and I’ll keep you safe and alive. Disobey me or leave me, and say your goodbyes to the world, as apparently there was no one else but me who thought it would be a good idea to let you live…”

You shuddered at the memories, or was it maybe because of Himchan who moved in his sleep, tightening his grip around you and burying his face deeper into your neck? You laid there, unable to close you eyes and drift off to sleep, dreaming about how your life could unfold if none of this happened - not Minhyun, not the gun fight, not Himchan…

He loved you, you were certain. His words could be harsh at times, and he’d constantly remind you how he was your only lifeline, but despite his words and how he made the fact he saved you seem unimportant, he loved you. He never put his hands on you unlike Minhyun had done a few times, and he was always nice to you, complimenting you all the time and holding you, kissing you, showing you all of his affection. He turned around to a whole 180 degrees in front of you, as his dangerous gang member side disappeared completely at those moments and his loving side came out. But his behavior didn’t make you want to return the same feelings to him, instead it made you choke on air and get frustrated every single time you had to interact with him, as you were conflicted between wanting to stay with him and wanting to leave every single time you looked at him.

He’d made strict rules. You had to be up early in the morning to make him breakfast and you were in charge of dinner as well. You had to keep the house neat and clean, and had to take care of him and his belongings, washing and ironing his clothes, cleaning up the apartment and waiting for him to come back home after a long day, keeping him company and giving him some much needed affection, as well as bandaging up some of his wounds from time to time and keeping him alive and healthy, ready for a fight in every situation.

Technically, he was the man who’d saved your life. He’d gone against his members single-handed, making their lives in the following months until they finally got a grip on Minhyun a living hell, all just because he’d fallen for you. He had his rights to be repaid by you, and you really owed him a lot, but you couldn’t help but feel captured by him with no chance of escape left. You sometimes felt like he saw you as his possession rather than his supposed lover, and you felt like he used you like an object, making you do everything he wanted for him not really wanting to hear your opinion.

He gave you only a certain amount of freedom, not letting you out the house unless it was a total necessity, and even then he somehow knew exactly where you were and what you were doing. He made sure you had everything - beautiful, elegant clothing, expensive jewelry, things and gadgets to entertain you while he was away, and he made sure to take you out from time to time, going to fancy restaurants with you and making you feel like a queen, sitting at the most expensive tables and drinking wines twice your age. He kept you away from the outside world at most times though, saying it was dangerous and that your past and current relations could bring you harm, and it only got worse when he became leader, as now you were his only weak point and if anyone found out, you’d both be in danger.

He’d saved your life, but only technically. You felt like the longer you stayed with him and the longer he kept you locked away in this apartment, the more you were slowly dying and fading away with every passing day. He’d cut all of your ties with the outside world, and made himself the only person in you life, as well as made himself king. He didn’t ask you if you wanted all of this, and he never asked if you loved him, because the answer was more than clear. You had to want it and you had to love him, otherwise your only other choice would be death. Or was it?

Escape. How hard would it be to escape?

He’d warned you. If you tried it, he’d punish you, or so he promised at least. You didn’t know what “punish” meant, since he was not the one to abuse you in any way, physically or verbally, but you had an idea in mind. But did it matter what he’d do and to what extents he’d go if you were slowly dying here anyways, locked away from everyone but him?

You laid there, thinking. His kisses did feel soft and passionate, and you couldn’t deny you sometimes found yourself wanting to be kissed by him and held by him. He took you in when the person you thought was the love of your life threw your life away in order to save his own. He kept you alive and safe, and he treated you well. But you were still conflicted. After all of this, you didn’t know how you felt about him.

Did you love him? You’d asked that question to yourself many times. You had to, because he told you to do so. But something inside you learned to actually find a liking in him during all of this time you were forced to spend together, seeing his dangerous and dark side fade away as his loving and passionate side came out every evening when he arrived back home. A liking.. yes. But love? Would it be true love if you wanted to escape him so bad and if you were ready to give him up in order to live a normal life again? Probably not.. or maybe?

Truth to be told, you somehow weirdly loved him. But not enough to give up the rest of the world for him and only him.

He woke up the next morning just to find you in the kitchen, making breakfast as usual.

“Good morning, love,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pressing a kiss on top of your head, “Up so early already?”

“I have to make you breakfast, don’t I? Like you told me to.”

“Say, (Y/N),” he said, chuckling and swinging both of you from side to side, “It’s been a year already, and you promised to marry me back then in return for saving your life, remember? I was kind enough to wait for so long already, as I wanted you to love me when we'd get married, but I don’t really see that happening anytime soon. Babe, why won’t you love me back?”

“What are you talking about, Channie? I love you-”

“Like I told you to?” he questioned, and you froze dead in your tracks.

“Yes, only like I told you to. What else do I have to do to make you actually love me? I’ve tried everything. What else do you need, baby? Just say it, c’mon,” he questioned, pressing another kiss on the top of your head. His voice was so calm and reserved, it scared you how he could talk about something that’s been nagging away at his heart this much calmly, with no negative emotions.

“Channie.. Let me go..”

He chuckled, disconnecting his arms.

“I got a call from Youngjae earlier, and will unfortunately have to skip breakfast this morning. While I’m gone, think of something that’s.. More realistic,” he said, walking out the doorway and leaving soon, shutting the door behind him loud enough for you to hear. 

You slowly sank to the floor as tears formed in your eyes. This was the last drop. He was king, but you refused to be queen against your own will. You were leaving, and he wasn’t going to stop you.

“You’re suddenly acting so truly nice and loving to me, what did I ever do to deserve all of this,” he told you exactly one week after the faithful conversation had happened. He was sitting in front of you on the floor and you were sitting on the couch, massaging his shoulders and getting rid of those nasty knots and that clenched feeling that’s been haunting him for the whole day already. 

“Since you started questioning my love for you I have to somehow prove it, right?” you told him, and smiled at him as he turned his head to face you.

“I had my rights to question, but you’ve been trying very hard for the whole last week to prove me I was wrong. Maybe my words were a little too harsh, and I am truly sorry,” he turned his head back, and let out a little, pleased groan as you massaged a spot that’s been bugging him for the whole day, making his muscles relax. 

“Hey, (Y/N)?” he called sweetly, earning a questioning hum from you. He threw his head back on your lap, and you brushed away a few strands of his hair that had gotten in his eyes.

“Since you love me so much… Maybe you’d finally fulfill the promise you made when we first met?” he smiled up at you, and you smiled back, trying your best to hide up your need to jump up a bit and frown in response.

“The promise to.. M-marry you?”

“Exactly. It’s been long, and I’ve held my promise. I think it’s about time for you to hold yours…”

Silence followed, and you thought how to go about this.

“Of course, Channie. Let’s do it as soon as possible,” you leaned down to press a light kiss on his lips, and went right back to massage his shoulders afterwards.

“I love you, (Y/N),” he said with a smile, and you could hear how genuine his words sounded. It almost made you feel bad about what you were about to do at the first given opportunity.

“I love you too, Channie. Always,” you told him, realizing you actually meant it.

I love you, but not enough to give up the whole world for this life you forced me to live even thought I never bargained for it..

It was another regular day, and he’d just come back home, when you greeted him by the door, wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss before speaking up.

“Channie… I missed you…”

“Oh, is that so?” he smiled at you, swinging both of you from side to side.

“Mhmm, you’re so busy nowadays that I don’t get to see you that much anymore. Channie… ?”

“What is it, babe?”

“Let’s go out tonight,” he froze a little at your statement, but quickly collected himself. You almost didn’t notice. Almost.

“Tonight, really? You’ve changed a lot recently, (Y/N). You never ask me to take you out, needless to say you never really seem happy or interested when I actually do take you out..”

“I haven’t been outside for so, so long. Please, I want to see the beautiful streets again and walk down them together with you, Channie. Please..”

It took you an hour to be sitting in a restaurant with him again, eating the finest dishes and drinking wine.

“Cheers,” he said and smiled at you, lifting up his wine glass and taking a sip. You smiled back, lifting up your glass and drinking as well, but not nearly as much.

“What’s wrong? Aren’t you in for alcohol tonight? Wine isn’t that strong of a beverage anyways, you know?” he said, raising a brow and eyeing you up and down. You gulped nervously, realizing you had to kick off your badly thought-through plan sometime soon, and tried to hide up your nervousness by smiling at him.
“I’d rather drink wine with you at home another day, I’m not really feeling up for it today, I’m sorry..”

You sat there for a little longer, looking at him as he downed glass after glass when your lips had meanwhile barely touched your glass once. He never drank so much, at least not when he was with you, but you tried to shake it off. After all, he’d told you how him and the guys had done a rather big and meaningful, important job the previous day, successful as always. That was an event he said he wanted to celebrate, and you figured that’s where his drinking came from.

“Channie, I’ll excuse myself to the bathroom, okay? I’ll be back in a bit,” you said as you stood up, leaving your purse there to look less suspicious and giving him a smile when you passed by.

“Just don’t take long, I’m already missing you. And don’t get lost on your way there,” he said, and you could clearly hear by his voice he was more on the drunk side. Was wine capable of making him drunk? God, you hoped it was, as you made your way to the back of the restaurant, turning to seemingly go to the bathrooms, but actually walking right past them, opening the huge glass doors that lead to the back exit instead and taking off your heels.

Time was ticking now, and you had to use it wisely.

With your heels off, you started running down the streets of the old part of the city, taking turn after turn while calmly counting seconds in your head. Going to the bathroom would take you five minutes at most. He’d maybe sit around for another minute, but after that he’d start thinking about what could possibly be wrong. He wasn’t nowhere near stupid, and he’d realize soon enough. He had ties, and he knew the city well, so you were sure he’d be able to find you in a heartbeat if you were still somewhere nearby, so you had to get as far as possible.

“Two thirty seven…” you said out loud, panting as you finally reached the right street corner. A taxi was standing there with it’s headlights on, waiting. 

“Thank god..” you mumbled as you ran up to the car and got into the back seat.

“To the airport, please,” you said, and even described what road you’d like to drive down in order to get there. You were smart enough to check for traffic jams first, and knew exactly the fastest way to get there. In fact, you’d studied maps in order to get to this street corner from that restaurant, and had searched up quite a few different taxi numbers, hiring a cab to be here at this same exact time of day prior to kicking off your plan.

The driver nodded, starting up the engine and moving the car from spot.

“Three twenty two.. Channie, please be too drunk to realize..” you thought as you eyed the driver up and down in the front mirror.

He was.. Odd looking, to say the least, but you didn’t dare to complain as now your only priority was to get away as soon as possible. He had a mouth mask on, and a hat was covering most of his face. He was dressed all in black, and at this hour of day it was hard to tell apart his clothes from the car seats. You made sure he wasn’t looking, and reached into your dress to pull out a folded up plane ticket and some cash that you’d tucked under your bra. Eyeing the objects up and down, you took a deep breath. Himchan probably already knew you weren’t coming back, and was about to do something about it, so you prayed you’d get away with everything just in time.

Kim Himchan, you saved my life just to make it yours. Don’t get me wrong, I love you, but I want to be free again…

You reached your destination after exactly twelve minutes and forty three seconds of driving. The car came to a stop in the middle of the parking lot, and you found the area to be strangely empty. You looked at the boarding time on your ticket. Only a few minutes left, perfect. You had no luggage, and would be able to check in and get on the plane in minutes. When he’d finally be able to track you, you would be in the plane already, and after a few more minutes you’d be high up in the skies, travelling all the way across the Pacific Ocean and landing somewhere in LA, free from this prison you’d been in for the past year.
“Thank you so much,” you told the driver, and saw him nod again, “how much do I owe you?”

“Oh, you know.. I don’t really take money from friends for driving them somewhere..”

Your whole body froze in place when you heard the familiar voice, and you looked at the front mirror in disbelief.

“No.. It can’t be..”

He pulled the mask down, and you could clearly make his features out now. His smug smile that was plastered all across his face was just the same you’d seen on day one when he had his gun pointed at you, and he spoke, making shivers go down your spine.

“I told him you were nothing special, but he didn’t believe or obey. You’d actually grown on me, (Y/N). Too bad it all might end tonight..”

You ran.

The car door swung open, and you sprinted out, running right forwards to the doors of the airport.

“Oh, (Y/N)? What are you doing here? I thought you were on a date with Himchan, or is he here too?” you stopped when you saw a hooded person who was previously leaning on some railings close to the entrance and reading a newspaper throwing it away and turning to you, taking the hood off and revealing himself to be Youngjae.

“No, no.. Not you as well!! How did you know!”
he tried to grab your arm, but you sprinted into the opposite direction.

“Hey, I wouldn’t advise you to run there. I think Daehyun’s got a gun unlike me, and he’s been trying to get better at aiming recently. Don’t make yourself an easy target, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, shut up!!” you yelled at the top of your lungs, tears streaming down your face. How did this happen? You had everything planned out, and this wasn’t how you intended it to end.

You ran around the corner, knowing exactly there were a few more entrances into the building. There were a few people on this side of the airport, and you were glad no one could take you down here. Not while people were watching.

“Too bad there’s people around, right?” another hooded person called just loud enough for you to hear as you ran past them, and that caused you to cry even more, your vision blurry from the tears that were streaming down your cheeks. Not able to see where you were going, you bumped into someone.

“Did you get me a plane ticket as well?” this time it was no other than Junhong.

“I don’t think she did, right, (Y/N)?” Yongguk’s deep voice called from somewhere behind you, and you quickly ran to the left, escaping both of them.

Why weren’t they catching you if they were more than capable of doing so? Why were they here, testing your nerves and sanity and teasing you?

Why didn’t they end all of this already?!

A familiar hand gripped you, stopping you from running. His grip on your arm was strong, and you flinched, trying to pull your arm away from him in order to escape, but simply couldn’t. Shaky sobs escaped you as you finally realized it was game over.

“I told you not to get lost on your way to the bathroom, didn’t I? Seems like you took a few wrong turns…”

The area seemed empty again, as the few people who were around had either gone into the building or were already in their cars and taxis, trying to get to their needed destinations as soon as possible. You cursed at yourself for picking a flight that was late at night, but what else could you do?

“Why are you here?! How did you know?!”
your screamed at him, unable to stop shaking and crying. He looked at you, his face displaying hurt but at the same time showing the fact he knew it would eventually come to this sooner or later.

“How stupid do you think I am?”

“I.. I-I don’t think y-you’re stupid.. But you.. How did you find out..”

“Do you really think I don’t check the browsing history on your computer? I won’t let something like a plane ticket purchase and bookings in a LA hotel slide by without thinking anything big of it. Do you think I don’t see what you spend your money on? Do you think I have no access to your call history and that I trust you enough to believe that your recent change in personality was because of your sudden realization you had strong feelings towards me?”

“You.. You knew all of this, and simply.. played along? That’s why you told me not to get lost on my way to the bathroom, and that’s why you acted slightly drunk even thought you weren’t.. That’s why you agreed to take me out tonight in first place, right? You wanted to see me suffer for what I’d planned to do.”

His grip tightened and his other arm rose up quickly, making you close your eyes and flinch.

“It’s been a year, (Y/N), goddamn it. When will you realize I’m never going to hit you because I’m not an asshole who hits his lover?” he said, placing his hand under your chin instead and tilting your head up so you were facing him.

“Yeah, you’ll kill me on the spot instead, right? Look me straight in the eyes, and tell me you’ll at least make it quick,” you looked at him, tears pouring from your eyes at an alarming rate.

“It was stay an obey or leave me and get killed, wasn’t it? Aren’t you a guy who always holds his promise?”

He stared deeply into your eyes, his stare showing how conflicted and emotional he was. He wasn’t the bold and fearless leader anymore. He was a broken, or rather an almost broken man whose lover just tried to leave him for good, and it was clearly written on his face, all of the hurt he carried with him deep inside his chest.

“Let this be the first and last promise I’ll even break..”

He lead you back to his car that was on a nearby little street, and made you sit in the passenger’s seat. You’d given up, and let him drag you all the way to the car and back to his apartment later on. He gently pushed you through the door, and you helplessly fell to the floor, tears streaming down your face again.

“Get yourself together, it’s not my fault you tried to do the impossible,”
he said at first, clearly angry and disappointed at your decision, but loosened up a bit when he saw how hard you were crying.

“Don’t make any more mistakes and come here..”

He picked you up from the ground, and carried you into the bedroom, putting you down on the bed. 

“(Y/N)…” he was met with more of your cries again, so he gave you some time to stop sobbing hard so he could continue.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

You obeyed, wiping your eyes and looking up at him. His eyes displayed hurt and disappointment, and that made you feel even worse.

“I gave you all, what aren’t you satisfied with?”

“Stop holding me hostage in this damn apartment!! I’m so tired of being your personal toy, and having to obey you in order to keep my life…”

“In order to keep your life? Do you really think I’d be able to kill you at this point or let anybody else do it?”

Silence hung over the room as you stared at each other, thinking carefully of what to say next and trying to process the amount of new information. 

“Want it or not, I love you. And I’m a man who gets what he wants, so if I want you to love me back, I’ll do everything to make that happen,” he said, pausing a little, “You’re staying here because this is a place where you’re safe, and you can beg me as much as you want to, everything’s going to stay the same way. You can try to escape again, but I’ll always keep an eye on you and always get you back here. I care for you, and I love you, so you’ll stay here with me, where I can make sure you’ll be fine..”

You cried yourself to sleep that night, and, right as you were about to drift off from exhaustion caused by crying, he got comfortable next to you, pulling you into an embrace.

“Don’t ever think I’ll be able to kill you, do you hear? I didn’t save you in first place to get rid of you afterwards,” he whispered, placing a soft kiss on your head, “Just remember that you can run, but you can’t hide. I’ll always bring you back into my arms..”

You fell asleep that night, questioning what had just happened and thinking about your future.

He loved you, want it or not, and that was the reason he couldn’t bring himself to place a single finger on you. You were staying, and he didn’t care about your opinion on it. You had no other choice than to spend your days here with him, but what calmed you slightly was the fact he was a man who’d reached his limit of breaking only one promise during his lifetime. He’d never hurt you in any way, and would prevent anyone else from doing so. That was the only thing you could truly smile at and be glad about at that point.

You woke up the next day to an empty bed, and for some reason cursed at yourself for not making breakfast on time. He was gone, but there was something on your bedside table that wasn’t there the previous day. It was a note written in neat, beautiful handwriting, and you picked it up.

“I’ll be home early today. Don’t prepare dinner, we’ll head out to a restaurant again. I bought you a new dress, it’s in the wardrobe. Try it on, I hope you’ll like it and wear it tonight.”

You blinked a few times, feeling hurt and lost after remembering yesterday’s events. There were press marks on he page, and you turned it around, figuring something else was written on the back of it.

“I told you I wouldn’t marry you until you actually fell in love with me, so I guess we’ll have to push that event away for now. But I’d advise you to hurry up a bit, I’m quite impatient, and your constant wish to leave me isn’t making it any easier for any of us. I love you. - Himchan.”

He loved you, if you wanted it or not. So all you had left was to learn to fully love him back to the same extent, because he was your only lifeline.

táimid naimhde sa chathair | tommy shelby/reader

anon request:   you grew up with tommy and had a really long serious relationship but left when grace came along you left him - a few years later he finds you with a job as a singer in sabinis bar in London, engaged to a son of his -tommy is determined to get you back 

“When is that boy going to marry you?”

“Oh, Polly, don’t go buying a hat. It’s been bloody years, I think if he was going to make a move he’d have long done it”

“It took him nearly ten to ask for you in the first place, this is Tommy we’re talking about. Can’t do anything but make things more difficult, that boy”

“It took him nearly ten years because we were children, Polly”


“Thanks for listening to me rant, anyway”

You stood from her table, dropping your cup in the sink as you went.

“I better get home”

“Have you told him about London yet?”

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anonymous asked:

Before you met Kyle, were you ever scared you would always be single? Do you have any advice for someone who feels that way?

I could write a book on all the feelings I went through while I was single! Absolutely I felt that way at times. I was single for 25 years before my first dating relationship, and that was the only other romantic relationship before I met Kyle, who is my husband now! I love him so much, and I know God brought us together ultimately for His purposes, but also to love, encourage, and support each other in life.

I have a lot of encouragement for you. As a lifelong journal writer, there’s a treasury of the history of emotions and thoughts I processed between me and God during my years of singleness.

After my break-up, which was truly heartbreaking for me at the time, I began a journal titled “On the way to hope.” Here is one of the entries from it, maybe you’ll find yourself identifying with how I felt, scrawling at 2:02am on February 2nd of 2015:

“Dear love,

I have felt myself giving up. I want to believe love could happen again in my life, but I do not see it.

Some nights I just wish you were here.

I wish you could pray with me,

I wish you could let me rest against you and be at home with my head against your heart.

I will wait for you, for God’s wise timing.

I will be so thankful for you.

Not just because I want a man in my life, but also because I want a man in my life to love, support, serve, honor, respect, share life with.

I want to care deeply about someone and be free to, and be loved wholly back.

Right now it’s hard to have hope.

Not just for love, but for a (new) job, a home, a family (someday). But just like Abraham, against all hope, I will believe.

Our Heavenly Father cares so much for us. I love Him, He loves you, He loves me- so much.

I’m writing to let you know that when my hope feels the lowest, I am choosing hope still.

I am going to hope.

Hope is alive in me. For you, for love, for God’s provision, for good to come.

God will not forsake me; He promised.

I am praying for you tonight. I don’t know who you are, where you’re at, when we will meet, but love- I believe you exist and we will one day know and be together. I’m trusting God.

I love you.

♥  Breanna

My eyes began tearing up as I re-wrote these longings of single Breanna reaching out with her wishes for the man I now get to love, kiss, hold every day for the rest of our days. He’s here. He prays with me. He lets me rest against him. I feel at home with my head against his heart. I waited for him, for God’s timing. I am so thankful for him. It’s truly beautiful.

But it was God that led us both together, and God who had the perfect timing. If we had met at any other time than we God crossed our paths, neither would have been ready for each other. We probably would not have been available to each other or even been interested! Seriously, God’s timing is perfect. You can trust that. You want to trust that.

Keep looking to God. Or, begin. Because He is the answer. In the lonely moments, in the moments of desire and longing, in the prayers and even midnight tears of wanting, God hears. He cares. He knows what is in your heart. Those desires are not wrong. 

I could write so much more, but hopefully, this speaks to you enough to choose hope. Keep your hope in God’s love for you. Singleness is a beautiful time to be alone with Him and I hope that you find great joy and peace and comfort in Him. He is faithful. He is good. He loves you. Choose to hope.

“And hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.” 

-Romans 5:5

Kpop Parents Connections #The4thMeeting #MarriageCounseling

Jaebum: Today will be a little different guys, I invited a special guest to moderate, and to instill us with sound wisdom, so that we can become better and stronger couples.

Heechul: I get paid up front for this right?

Jaebum: *turns red* yes…I already explained all of this in the bathroom this morning.

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Can I go home? I just remembered that i had actual important things to do.

Rap Monster: Woah!! I have a question! What were you both doing in the bathroom??

Jaebum: We were ju-

Heechul: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Jungkook.


Kihyun: Too soon bro

Sunggyu: *to Woohyun* What’s a Jungkook?

Kris: Can I change seats?



TOP: Wait, what?

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Please I’m allergic to stupid.

Heechul: Okay let’s get some order! Jaebum called me because clearly things haven’t been working out smoothly. I see that you all have a lot of issues, and we’ll use this time to go over a few and try to become more harmonious.

Jeonghan: Tbh, I’d appreciate it more if someone that could actually sing, in key, talked about being in harmony.

Himchan:*sniffs air* Did someone leave the stove on? I think I smell a burrnnn!

Heechul: Don’t come for me Chongham. When your little cutesy group breaks up in 2 years and you’re flat broke, standing in the center of Seoul with nothing but a cardboard sign and a dry weave from the Ren Collection, you’re gonna wish you were still on my good side.

Jaebum: Heechul pls you’re not helping…

Leo: I’m gonna get some coffee *leaves out side door*

Yongguk: *mutters* I didn’t get better for this

Woohyun: Speaking as the newest guy here, I’m really happy that I finally got to come to one of these meetings. I hear they’re always a big hit.

JinJin: Yeah I’ve only been to one, It was pretty neat. No complaints except f–

GD:WAIT A MINUTE! I thought this was an Idol parents meeting not bring your toddler to trainee camp. Who’s the tyke?

JinJin: that part….

Jaebum: *sighs* You all know who they are by now. Leave Astro alone! They are an important part of our kpop world, and they contribute greatl-

Kihyun: *coughs loudly*

Jaebum: *glares*

Kihyun: Sorry, I’m allergic to bullsh-

Heechul: IT’S TIME TO BARE YOUR SOULS! Let’s share our feelings and emotions. Jin you have been pretty quiet this evening, how about you go first?

Jin: Well, I like to think that Namjoon and I are fine. We and the children actually just won the Artist of the Year Awa-


GD: I cancelled an after party with Victoria Secret models for this so..

Namjoon: Dude, why are you trying to overshadow us? You told me that you were proud.

Suho: *checks face in compact mirror* I say a lot of things. Keep up or fall behind.

Jeonghan: *to Jinyoung* Isn’t that what happened to Exo?

Yongguk: I really could be doing creative during this time.

Hakyeon: Can someone tell me why am I even still here? Has anyone seen Leo?

GD: Yeah, he said he was getting coffee and never came back.

Kris: Lies! *readjusts overpriced cap* That’s the same excuse I gave Suho when I left him high and dry.

Jinyoung: *smirks*

Suho: Wait…wha-

Kris: *puts fingers to Suho’s lips* That was the old me hon, I’ve changed.

Woohyun: Wellll, Sunggyu and I are fine. Our family is really chill. We really get along and lov-

GD: Time out on the fluff stuff, let’s dig into the real deal.

TOP: *snorts* If only your lyrics rhymed as well as that sentence.

GD: If only your songs wrote themselves.


Himchan: I don’t know, why is it so hard for your rappers to rap?

Seungcheol: I’m going to go help Leo get some coffee. *leaves out side door*

MJ: I think we should go, and that maybe we won’t be coming back.

Kihyun: Do you mean musically or just physically?

JinJin: Physically

Kihyun: oh

Heechul: Shownu, you haven’t said one word all night. There must be something you want to say.

Shownu: no

Kris: I swear they let anyone be an idol these days. Back in my day you needed talent, brains, and pure will to make it!

Jinyoung: I’m going to just let that go.

Jeonghan: If only you would let your acting career go too.

Heechul: I give up.


Hakyeon: Neither did the JJ project but things still worked out somehow.

Namjoon: Jin let’s get some coffee too *leaves*

Jinyoung: I don’t even know if I should be offended or


Hakyeon: Suho, shut up, it’s been a long day. I’m going home. Catch you all the next time. *leaves*

GD: Come on Top. I didn’t bring you here so that I would have to drive my own self back. 

TOP: You brought me because you’ve been drinking out of a beer bottle in your sleeve the whole night and if you go to jail YG may kick you out of th *bursts into giggles* Sorry I can’t keep a straight face when I’m trying to relate to the lessers. *both leave*

Namjoon: We’re dipping out too. Apparently once you become popular you’re suppose to forget who your true friends were. *leaves*

Jin: When we become washed up has beens I’ll  bring cookies to the next one! *leaves*


Kihyun: Hey grandpa! Maybe you should start your own meeting and invite all the elderly!

Woohyun: Don’t give him any ideas, please. *guides Sunggyu out*

Himchan: We’re leaving, frankly I don’t even know if we’ll be back. We’re going through a lot-

Jeonghan: *calls out* Get a new sob story! This one’s getting old!

Himchan *clears throat* and we would do better keeping to ourselves for a while. Come on Yongguk.

Yongguk: Bye thanks for remembering we exist.

Shownu: See you next time. *leaves*

Kihyun: Jinyoung totally fax me over those divorce tips you were telling me about earlier *leaves*

Jinyoung: Will do!

Jaebum: WHA-

Kris: Suho let’s go, Vinnie is having a party at his house and i want to drop you off before I roll up with models on both arms.

Jeonghan: Can I get a ride home with y'all?


Jeonghan: Never mind, I’ll walk. *leaves*


Suho: WAIT! I CAN CHANGE BABE!! *runs after*

Jinyoung: I think I may actually hate them.

Heechul: Lol I do.

Jaebum: You can leave now too.

Heechul: *coughs* Where’s my money? I ain’t working for fre-

Jinyoung & Jaebum: Get out!

Heechul: Whatever, If You Do was better than Hard Carry anyway….and that’s not saying much. *leaves*

Jaebum: Wow look at us actually getting along and standing unite-

Jinyoung: Shut up, I’m still trying to find a way to poison you.

Jaebum: Your love is the only poison I need.


Jinyoung: Shut up.

Last Time

Hi guys! This is my first time writing on tumblr. I hope you like it. Leave a comment if you want a part 2!

Thank you!


This wasn’t the first time you’ve been stood up by Yoongi and it certainly won’t be the last. Not unless you do something about it.

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1.7k

Warning: Minor swearing, angsty ending

Originally posted by baenqtan

Staring at the melting wax of the candle dispersed on your own toxic thoughts of your now toxic relationship, you wondered where the magic in your relationship with Min Yoongi had disappeared to. Of course, Yoongi wasn’t a man of words but he always made sure that you knew he loved you.

Well, until now.

You stared at the clock and the seconds that ticked away and realized that you had been stood up by the man you love. It wasn’t exactly the first time but you’d made up your mind that it would be your last.

You understood that the man had a busy schedule and you respected it. But after 6 months of sitting alone in a table, cold dinner and an empty bed, you realized that the relationship you had once considered the most important part of your life was now dwindling away and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Not after the long arguments and certainly not after the number of nights you had cried away.

You had met Yoongi on a late summer night 3 years ago. You’ll were both 17 and young messes waiting for the stars to shine upon your youth. He was the kid who never cracked a smile unless needed to and you were the girl hopelessly waiting for the sun to shine on you. On a night that will never be forgotten, two vulnerable souls let their hearts out in the open and a cold heart was warmed by the shine of a smile she had never seen before. After 8 months of cold nights, late night escapades, hot coffee that warmed both your hearts, and music that you fell in love with, Yoongi asked you out falling in love with your beautiful smile. 

And 2 years later, you were here. On a candlelit table waiting for the man you love hopelessly trying to salvage whatever was remaining in your relationship. Love was not lost but the spark was and you wouldn’t let yourself hurt no more.

Yoongi had signed with Big Hit Entertainment a year and a half ago and you were extremely happy for him because he was finally fulfilling the dreams he had wished for. You knew that there would be hardships and complications in the future but you knew your relationship was strong enough to withstand them.

But now? You were tired. Tired of missing the warmth of the mint haired boy with a gummy smile. Tired of waiting up for him and let your concern out only to be met with a slamming door of a room. Tired of worrying over him only to be met with an irritating sigh and heated arguments. You were tired of Min Yoongi stepping all over you and taking you for granted. 

But not anymore. 

You left the restaurant with a heavy sigh receiving a pitiful look from the waiter that made you roll your eyes. You pitied yourself too.

You took your phone out of your purse and dialed a number that you would not forget anytime soon.


It rang thrice before the call ended and you realized that Yoongi had hung upon you.

“That son of a b-” You held your words and took a deep breathe before you called a cab and made your way back home feeling your eyes tear up as you realized the gravity of the situation.

You loved Min Yoongi but did he love you anymore?


Slipping out of your favorite dress that Yoongi loved relishing upon, you left a message for him before heading out to the kitchen to finish up your supplies.

After an hour or so, you heard a knock hoping that it was the person you may or may not want to see.

Pulling the knob of the door, you were engulfed into a hug peppered with kisses and mumbles of apologies. You were furious if he thought that everything would be okay just by doing this.

Yous shoved him off of you and your eyes pricked as you felt them being filled up with your tears.

“What the fuck, Yoongi?” You exclaimed withyour arms folded over your chest as you looked at the boy with a solemn look on his face.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry baby. The boys and I we-” Yoongi started while fiddling his hands but you were tired of his bullshit.

“Enough, Yoongi. I’m so tired of your bullshit excuses.” You looked at him with glossy eyes.

“Baby, please, I’ll make it up to you.” Yoongi pleaded with an annoyed look on his face.

“Stop feeding me the same line every time you stand me up for a date or a dinner. Yoongi, I’m tired of waiting up for you in the night or worrying whether you’re having your meals or not or if you’re practicing yourself to death. I’m tired that everytime we try to talk it ends up in an argument.” Just like this one is, you predicted. “It’s like every time I show my concern for you, you just get annoyed and go to sleep and leave me in a shitty state.”

“What do you want me to say, Y/N. I can’t just skip my schedule and come running after you.” Yoongi says dragging his hand over his face with an exasperated look.

“Yoongi, we planned this two weeks prior! Don’t give me your shit that your schedule was packed and you couldn’t make it. I just wanted some of your time to spend it with me. That is all I asked for. Can’t you do it for me?”

Yoongi gave you a hard look. “Look, I’ll make it up to you. Just sleep, yeah? I don’t need you yapping and nagging me every single hour of the day. Why can’t you just understand that I’m tired after a long day.

You were downright furious. He didn’t want you nagging him? 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that my worry for you and our relationship was troubling you in any way. I’m sorry, only your needs are valued in this relationship, am I right? You forged out with a fake smile on your face.

“Y/N, just leave me alone, I’ve had a long day.” He gritted out after releasing a long sigh.

You teared up once again but didn’t let it down your face, You couldn’t do this anymore. You were done. 

“Yoongi, I have loved you time after time, watched you ruin yourself over your music but I was there to pick up the pieces. I was there when you needed someone. I was there through your bad shit and your good shit, I stood up for you when you needed me to. Every time, I worry about your well being, whether you’ve eaten too much, whether you didn’t practice too much. And I can’t even sleep properly unless I know you’re safe and sound. I can’t keep sitting alone in a table watching those pitiful glances of strangers who know I’ve been stood up by my boyfriend of 2 fucking years. You’ve hurt me in so many ways possible but I never gave up cause I love you. I love you so much and god it hurts and I can’t do this anymore, Yoongi. I can’t keep breaking myself because I keep wondering if even love me anymore. Music is important to you, I get it. But I need to be important to you too. And I’m done, Yoongi.” I let out a breath and the emotions I had kept in letting my tears fall.

Yoongi’s hard look softens and he looks up to me with wide eyes taking everything I said in. “What are you saying, Y/N?”

I took a long breath before I opened my mouth. “Let’s break up, Yoongi.”

Yoongi looks at me with a vulnerable look on his face and shakes his head. “Y/N, I’m sorry you’re feeling like this but I-”

You cut him off with a soft voice showing that you’ve given up. “But what, Yoongi. I give up trying to make this relationship work.”

“You’re giving up so fast without even doing anything about it.” He snarls.

Your temper flared. “Giving up so fast? 6 months, Yoongi. 6 fucking long months of cold dinner and an empty space in bed and my fucking heart. It’s like there’s this big cut out shape of Min Yoongi in my heart and it hurts so fucking much. Oh trust me, Yoongi, I tried so fucking hard and now I can’t try anymore. I’m fucking done. I’m done with you and this fucking pathetic excuse we call a relationship.” You yell with an empty look in your eyes.

“Y/N, please don’t do this right now.” He rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

You scoff. “Yoongi, when was the last time we laughed together or actually the last time we talked to each other without biting each others necks about something irrelevant. It’s like every time I talk you just want me to shut the fuck up and I hate it.”

You looked up at him with wet eyelashes and asked him a question he never thought you would. “Do you even love me anymore, Yoongi?”

“Y/N, what the fuck? Of course, I do. It’s just that, I’m really busy and-” He tried desperately realizing the severity of the situation. Realizing that you could walk out of his life forever. And he wasn’t ready for that. Not now, not ever.

You took a step towards him and rested your palm on his cheek which he readily accepted. “I’m sorry, Yoongi. I love you but I can’t keep breaking myself anymore.” And you took a step back and to the door slamming it shut. You didn’t know where you were gonna go but you were definitely going to get the fuck out of here. You felt sobs erupting from you and ran into the pouring rain and out of Min Yoongi’s life.

Yoongi stood in shock before he dropped down on his knees and let small sobs fill his body as he realized that he had broken the one thing he had promised to protect forever.

And with rain hitting your head and tears falling out of your eyes at a rapid rate, Yoongi let himself down and cried his heart out.

the distance between us

Iwaizumi X Reader

It’s been quite some time since I’ve updated this blog and I’m back! Here’s a 1k word dump of some Iwaizumi angst, it’s something I’ve been dealing with, so I thought I write down my emotions :)))) it may be bad, but i hope you do understand it. I felt happy today, for the first time in a long time :) just thought i shared

Click. You watched your screen quickly enter another link and soon after your YouTube video was buffering on screen. It had been like this for the past week, you coming home every night from college and just slacking off.

Like every other night, tonight wasn’t so different either. It wasn’t until your volume quietened and the familiar Skype ringtone filled up the silence. You didn’t think twice before answering the call, already knowing who it was by now.

“Hey,” Iwaizumi’s warm, husky tone boomed in your ears. You winced, it was too loud, you thought as you hurriedly turn the volume down, fearing you may go deaf. “Hello there,” you said warmly, after setting your audio mixer, “I missed you,”

Iwaizumi blinked. One time. Two times. “Yeah, same,” he mumbled, embarrassed. Clearing his throat, he changed the topic as he wasn’t the one for voicing out his affection, “So, how was your day?” he asked. You nodded your head and began, it seemed as though as you had a rather nice day, considering how much you had to tell Iwaizumi. But he wasn’t paying attention, his mind drifted off elsewhere. He thought about how he wished you were right beside him, how he could how you, how he wished he could hold you, how-

“Iwa?” he snapped out of his thoughts, “What’s bothering you?” you asked, concern. He chuckled and shooked his head, “Nothing, really. I’m just tired,” You frown and shook your head, “Don’t lie, Iwa, I know,”

He raised up his hands in defeat, high enough for his laptop’s camera to see. “Woah scary,” he teased, earning a glare from you. “But really, babe, I’m fine,” he lied smoothly. Iwaizumi wasn’t fine. Hell, what he felt wasn’t even close to being fine, but he doesn’t like bothering you with his worries, he knows you can’t do anything about it and he can’t too. Because, this time, the problem was you.

College life was a mess for both you and Iwaizumi. While he was invited to join a reputable team in Tokyo and you were accepted to join your dream college, that was unfortunately located in Osaka. The journey between the both of you was 8 hours by train and 6 hours by car, it wasn’t as easy as meeting up every once a week. Iwaizumi and you both agreed on meeting once a month.

And every once a month, when you meet each other, it felt like freedom. To finally meet your other half all the built up frustration, sexually and emotionally was all relieved. But time could not keep the both of you at bay, and eventually, it was time to say goodbye.

Saying goodbye became one of Iwaizumi’s most disliked words. He hated how whenever he said it, it meant that he needed to wait a whole month to see you. He hated how such a small, harmless word could hold such a powerful meaning. He hated how after the moment he said it, as Iwaizumi watch you board the train, he would instantly long for your presence, your everything.

Drop. The wing spiker touched his cheek and realized that he was crying. Iwaizumi was never the one to know exactly how to express his emotions, choosing to express it physically rather than verbally, it felt too awkward. But this time, his emotions got the better of him. Iwaizumi watched you through the screen, you were too distracted with your YouTube videos and he didn’t mind that. Instead, he focused on your facial structure, and it hit him, hard.

Iwaizumi had always thought you were the most beautiful human he’d ever met, and he doubted he would meet anyone better. He never really realized how your features complemented each other, and it seemed like a puzzle, everything fitted each other perfectly. He was in awe, he never knew how amazing you really looked.

Never mind that, he shook his head and forgot about it. Even after knowing how incredibly gorgeous you were, it wasn’t like he could really see it up close.  Long distance was hard. It really was, Iwaizumi felt like a fool thinking he’d be able to handle it. But little did he know how difficult it was. Skype calls had become a nighttime ritual and “I miss you’s” were very often shared. And no matter how many times he had seen you come and go, Iwaizumi could never ever get used to that feeling.

“I miss you,” he croaked, voice hoarse. It took you by surprise and you worriedly glanced over to the tiny window at the corner of your screen, looking at him. “Hey,” you paused, “what’s wrong, babe?” Iwaizumi shooked his head, “I just miss you a little too much, that’s all,”

You pouted and felt your heart strings being pulled against. It hurts. It really fucking hurts looking at your significant other breaking down, yet you know you’re not able to do anything. You kept quiet and looked at him, both of you knowing you felt the same way. Iwaizumi was frustrated, frustrated that he couldn’t do anything about this. Frustrated that this was going to be his life for the next 2 years, and he hated it.

You sighed, “I miss you, so much,” you looked at him, tears welling up at the corners of your eyes. Iwaizumi sighed too, “I hate not being able to kiss you, I miss your touch, your laughter, your smile, your sarcasm,” he breathed in, fearing he might break down anytime soon, “I miss your everything.” Tears began to fall, and rubbed it away with a swift moment, “I wish you were here,” he said with a stiff chuckle.

“I do too,” you replied. “I can’t wait to meet you, it’s been too long.” Iwaizumi confessed he wasn’t the type to open up. Maybe tonight was different after all.

“And I’ll come running.”

anonymous asked:

I recently saw your Demons and Angels post, (its reaallllyyy far down) and I was hoping for some with an angel falling in love with a demon? Please? I don't mind if your a little sick of it.

1) Falling in love. It seemed an ironically fitting way of describing it, considering the circumstances. From the swoop of the angel’s stomach when they saw each other, to the drop of kisses trailing down the angel’s borrowed vessel, to the way his wings were going to be ripped out and he was going to fall, fall, fall so far if anyone ever found out. 

And someone just found out. 

2) “Why, you, of all angels?” the demon said wearily, looking down at the me. “Most of you stay nicely in your cloud. What are you doing rotting in a cell down here?” 

I wished my whole soul wouldn’t sing at the sight of their soul, as if I couldn’t recognize it in any form in any time.

It had been fifty years. I had thought it best to cut it off, to cut off the ache of longing burning in my chest. Fifty years, and of course it would be this demon who was assigned to me.  

3) “I need a favour,” the demon trailed curious fingers over the angel’s feathers - as if they were ignorant to how intimate it was to touch a creature’s wings. 
The angel tried to pretend there was a chance they would say no.

4) “This can’t go on.” 

“ These violent delights have violent ends and in their triumph die, like fire and powder,” the demon sing songed.
“I’m serious. We are rebelling against the father.” 

“Doesn’t your daddy have a divine plan? Clearly it’s Fate we met.”
The angel wanted to believe that more than anything.

5) “I love you.”
“Of course you do, you’re an angel. I don’t think you could help yourself.” But for a fraction the demon’s expression softened. “Go home.” 

6) They met across days, across decades, across centuries and millenniums and every corner of the earth. Different faces, different voices, different dreams but always tugged together again. Everyone knew. It was fine so long as it didn’t cause a conflict of interest in the work. It was quite the topic of gossip - an archangel and a lowly collector demon.

After the first time, all knew better than to provoke a conflict of interest. An Angel’s protectiveness makes hell hath no fury pale.   

7) “Did you really think I didn’t know?” the demon glanced over. “That everyone didn’t know? Baby, you have no idea who you’re dealing with.”

Back Home- Yoongi Fluff

Originally posted by pangguk

Member: Yoongi

Genre: Sad but fluffy 

Word Count: 1097

 It was a cold morning, and your mood definitely matched the weather. Though most people were never really that happy about waking up and going through the days motions, today just the mention of work and living made bile rise in your throat. You had never been much of a morning person, but you had usually had the encouragement to wake up because the person you loved was the same way. Of course, he was not aware of the fact that you loved him, which pretty much just amplified how sucky mornings were. As far as Min Yoongi knew, you were just one his childhood friends that had remained by his side leading up to his departure for the army. He never actually saw the emotions behind your glassy eyes when you walked with him to the train station and told him to make sure to stay alive so you wouldn’t end up doing something dumb without him there to keep record of it in his mind until you were both much older.

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home; (kabby: for the slackru fluff meme)

this is more happy angst than fluff but this is the most inspired i’ve been in like a year and IT COUNTS OKAY

okay so guess who has Major Social Anxiety and Does Not Know How To Approach A Fam In Any Way Without Coming Off Weird But Still Wants To Make Friends

(it me)

so i have been very awkward with the whole not-knowing-how-to-get-into-slack-slash-kabbyfam-thing but i’m trying!! and i’m getting back into writing fic, so i am contributing a Thing to the slackru fluff meme. please enjoy and also come talk to me because i have a load of opinions but also anxiety about things and i WANT TO TALK TO ALL OF YOU AHHHH

anyway enjoy lmao sorry about the rant

home; (slackru fluff meme)


It was a word, one of many, that had lost its Old Earth meaning over time. ‘Home’, on the Ark, was synonymous with ‘living place’, and, occasionally, with Earth. ‘Earth’ was the most abstract concept the word ‘home’ applied to. Linguistic evolution was an odd concept, rarely thought of, and with so few people on the Ark, no one really had the time or energy to investigate the usage of the word ‘home’ as something regarded with emotion, something you felt with a weight laden on your chest, something with memories and thoughts and images tied so closely to it that you couldn’t deny the disconnect between your house and your home.

Some people said Earth was home. Earth was the only thing they called home. The metal boxes where their beds weren’t their home. That was fair. That was justified. When these people thought of home, they thought of paradise, of a promised land waiting for their children. Something the blood in their bones longed for.

No one ever spoke of home as a person on the Ark. Maybe it was because there wasn’t the kind of love stories you could set to a background of sunsets and flowers on a metal ship orbiting above a burned planet. Maybe it was because everything seemed duller, greyer, as if the sun couldn’t quite touch the lovers. Or maybe, simply, it was because after nearly a hundred years without a home, people simply forgot what the word meant.

But then, of course, humanity went home. And the word found its way back into the common vernacular of the people from the sky.

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anonymous asked:

(1) my boyfriend and i met online 6 years ago and we've been dating for a year and a half, he's been suicidal for a long time because his parents are homophobic and made him the scapegoat for all their problems. the last time he talked to me was 4 days ago and hasn't been online since, all he said was "accidentally told them about everything, cps + police are coming, im sorry please move on". i have had breakdowns, haven't slept in 4 days, only ate once. i managed to find his school friend on ig

(2) and she said he hasn’t shown up to school and im terrified he’s gone im a wreck and worst of all I can’t cry at home because the relationship is a secret from my mom (when were just friends she grounded me for a year because she’s against online people) and im so scared i don’t know what to do and I’m sorry for saying something here and probably ruining your day I’m just scared I had to write this down somewhere I need comfort or help


i am so sorry that you had to go through all of this.. i wish i could help somehow but i’m not sure how.. i hope everything will turn out ok… maybe something else happened which may be the reason of why he didn’t show up at school and hasn’t been able to talk?? i guess all you can do right now is wait, and i wish you the best anon

Dick Grayson/Nightwing X Reader- Please Stop (Part 5)

Please stop, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4


Damian walked towards the compound scowling with Jason by his side, silently wishing that he didn’t have to enter this haunting place.  Its stone walls contained many of Damian’s first years of his life, and all he wanted to do is burn it to the ground.  This was not the place where he was born, but it was the place where he was raised.  You were the one who was born here, trained here by his Grandfather, and bred into an unstoppable weapon.  Jason was also familiar with the compound.  This was the place where he was resurrected and nursed back to health.  He even called it home before he left it and realized that it was far from it.

“How are we going to get in?” Jason asked.

“Easy, we are walking in.  The men still have to answer to me,” Damian responded and continued to walk towards the entrance.

Jason rolled his eyes and made sure his guns were fastened, just in case if the assassins attempted to try anything.  Damian did not know how long you were here, but he knew that you had arrived a day or two previous to him.  Four guards were protecting the entrance, casting hesitant glances to each other when Jason and Damian approached them.

“Take me to my mother immediately,” Damian ordered, “and allow him passage.”

Three of the guards quickly rushed to open the steel door, leaving the last to obviously be left to escort the two vigilantes to his leader.  Once the door was opened, the guard started leading Jason and Damian to Talia’s study.  Damian attempted to ignore all of the corridors he used to travel through during his stay, but the memories quickly entered his mind.  Most of the memories contained of you taking care of him, watching over him and even training him.  His grandfather rarely trained with him, due to the vast amount of responsibilities of leading the League of Assassins, but you were always there.  The only person he fully put his trust in was you because you were always there for him and never let him down, but now he was supposed to be the one to be there for you.  Damian knew that it was not his fault, for he did nothing to aggravate or harm you, but he knew that he wasn’t enough to prevent you from returning to Talia to escape from an unloyal family.  The familiar door of his mother’s study snapped him out of his thoughts, replacing his thoughts of you with his mother and what he was going to do to her if she didn’t answer his questions.  The guard opened the door and held it open for Jason and Damian.  As soon as they entered, the guard retracted his hand and quickly made his way back to the entrance.

Talia was sitting on her father’s leather chair facing the fireplace, drinking a steaming cup of tea while watching the flames.  Damian swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced to Jason, who also looked like he was also going through an internal battle.  Talia stood up and placed her cup on the table next to the chair and faced her son.

“What are you doing here, Damian?” she questioned.

“You know why I am here, mother.  Where is (Y/N)?” Damian demanded.

Talia smiled at her son, “(Y/N) is not here, Damian,”

“Then where is she?  I know that she has been here!” Damian shouted.

Talia turned around and faced the blazing fire, “She is with her father now.  I do not expect you to understand, Damian, but this was going to happen no matter what.  (Y/N) made her choice, and I expect you to honor it.  She will return soon, but I do not know when.”

Damian’s eyes widened, “Mother, what did you do?”

“What had to be done.”


Your red and black eyes scanned the burning buildings around you, taking in the pleasure of the chaos.  The screams of many of the tortured souls residing in this realm sounded like music to your ears. Ever since your father had brought you to his world, you gained and learned more from him than you ever had from your grandfather.  It was quickly revealed that your father wasn’t a simple demon your mother thought he was, he was the devil to be more accurate.  His appearance when you first met him was not his true form.  He wasn’t the red figure with horns many depict him as, he had short dirty blond hair to go with his swirling black and red eyes, and magnificent feathered black wings attached to his muscular figure. His sharp teeth, he stated, was just for show. You never would have guessed the devil had a thing for dramatics.  

“This will all be yours when I get tired of it,” he said with a smile while gesturing his fire engulfed realm, “but I sense you have many questions you have been holding onto since you have arrived here.”

“Why agree to have me?”

“I always wanted to have a little devil running around,” he joked before giving his answer.  “Your grandfather was not the only one looking for an heir, daughter.  One day I will cease to exist and I want to make sure my place will be taken, and you were made for that job.  You might have to wait a couple centuries, but it will happen.”

“What happened to my human half?”

“Oh, you were never actually human. That meat suit was just keeping you safe until your mother brought you to me.  Think of it as the shell you have to break to cook an egg.”

Your mind wandered to how Damian was doing and if he was searching for you currently.  In your letter, you specifically stated not to, but Damian is more stubborn than his father.  You wondered if Dick even bothered to look for you.

“Daughter, why do you think of those mortals when they have caused you so much grief?” your father questioned.

You flashed your father a malicious smile, “Just thinking about all of the loose ends I have to cut when I go back to visit.”

Your father laughed, “Let me introduce you to the many wonderful techniques of torture before you return to those pests.”

Hi @taylorswift I know you probably won’t read this, but my name is Abi and 14 (15 in 2 months) I’ve been a swiftie since 2010! You have been my role model ever since I was 8! I got into your music because my friends sister had your fearless album. Me and my friend used to dance and sing around her living room to your music, it was so funny!! My first concert was your speak now concert in Birmingham at the LG Arena, I remember it so much, it was amazing! Thank you making it such a good experience! Then my parents supposed me with Red tour tickets in London which was so good! You were amazing! Then you announced 1989 and my grandad loved your music, he used to sing along with me! He loved your 1989 album and new how much you meant to me. 2 years ago I entered the worst time of my life, I got bullied. The bullies made me so worthless, that I didn’t want to be here anymore. But you’re music got me through each day and I can’t thank you enough. I wish I could hug you and thank you for basically saving my life! You got me through everyday emotions! And I love you so much for that! I’m no longer getting bullied but I still have low days, but I always listen to ur music and it gets me through! I have come out stronger than ever! You are so talented and amazing, I love you so much!! I can’t wait for reputation to come out!!
Love from Abi. If you could reblog this it would mean so much to me 💗💗 💗

anonymous asked:

He should spank your sexually repressed Indonesian head till it flies off then fuck your corpse infront of your mother to show her what a dumb whore you are :)


Originally posted by fuckyeahdragrace

Hello there, nasty salty anon hater. You have a nasty, nasty chronic case of pearl-clutching prudeness, don’t you?

 Symptoms included perennial verbal diarrhea, psychotic bouts everytime word ‘daddy’ is mentioned and a slut-shaming seizure. 

You also have a morbid fascination with guro, judging by the incredibly nasty way you wish upon me here, here and here!

Your nasty anon hate here has revealed so much more about you though:

1. You have not blocked me since last year. Awww, that’s on you.

2. You are actually in my inner circle, or friend of a mutual because I have never publicized my country. DUN, DUN, DUN - I WILL FIND YOU!

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Or maybe not, meh, not worth the effort. I guess for every lovely soul in this fandom there would be a nasty can of worm like you.

3. You don’t even have to mention Kojuro and I KNOW you were referring to this post I just reblogged. You are Kojuro fan and you are triggered every time one of your Katakura sister wives (BECAUSE NEWS FLASH WE ARE ALL YOUR SISTERWIVES, YOU SPECIAL SNOWFLAKE, DEAL WITH IT!) expresses their fantasy with Kojuro. Tsk, tsk, tsk, this kind of jealousy is not cute, learn to share!

Also, What is “sexually repressed” and why do you insist I have that huh? You know what, I think you’re projecting, you poor thing!  Here’s something for you to take care of that.

Originally posted by nelsart

4. One does not spank another’s head. Daddy ( Lookie what you’ve done, you make me air my kinks, I only called him daddy in private before this you know)  knows where to spank for a maximum effect. Also he is the one into slapping, not me. 

5. Daddy is not into fucking corpse or necrophilia. I am sure if you dig the internet deep enough, you will find a fandom that caters to this predilection of yours.  

6. Leave my mother and my family and Bontenmaru (you kept bringing them into this hate campaign you sent me) out of this or I will go LIAM NEESON on you.

Originally posted by ramheaded-wicca

7. I am a slightly smarter-than-average dumb whore, duh! I have several degrees, damnit!

Originally posted by sstrangers