He's just grown up and I love seeing that in these little details

2,199 Days and You’re home.

Warning, this is probably going to be a long but cute asf fanfiction!


Clarke had never loved anyone as she had loved Bellamy, watching that rocket and knowing he was on his way to safety, she felt relief wash over her. She didn’t mind dying as long as it meant the people she cared for went on. Clarke had been sure the radiation would kill her, the memory of the searing pain she felt from her bubbling skin, the feeling of the burning blood choking up in her throat would forever be planted in her mind. She’d been so sure she’d die that day, dying on a dying planet. But then Madi found her, the girl only young then, barely able to take care of herself let alone nursing Clarke until she was at full health. Those were some of the most painful days of her life. Not just the radiation seeping through her but the fact that she’d let Bellamy go, she wouldn’t see him for years to come, no more warm hugs reminding her of home, no more playful smile crossing his face even though she knew he wanted to be mad at her. Everyone she loved so far from her but they were safe and that’s all Clarke could ask for.


“Won’t you give up one day? It’s almost been six years, Clarke.” A sweet voice spoke up from behind Clarke as she finished her daily conversation with an imaginary Bellamy over the radio. Sometimes she imagined him replying, a snarky comment on how he told her nothing would happen to her, but everyday it was silent. But she’d never give up, not on Bellamy, not on Raven or the others either.

Clarke slid the radio into her torn backpack and spun to meet the sea-green eyes of the eleven year old, a bright smile dancing across Clarke’s face. The young girl reminded her of herself when she was young, full of sarcasm and spirit, something that seemed like it would never die. “What kind of role model would I be if I gave up?” Clarke grinned, ruffling Madi’s hair who swatted Clarke’s hand away. 

The two had been by each others side since Clarke was able to function properly again, Madi had only been six, but somehow she knew exactly how to look after Clarke when she was in her frail state. Clarke would always remember finally waking up to no pain and bright green eyes staring down at her in wonder, Madi’s hair had been braided back reminding Clarke of Octavia. But now the young girl had grown, learning to survive from Clarke everyday, her long brunette locks only braided in separate sides of her hair now as the rest flowed down her back, eyes still full of life. Madi had been completely immune to the effects of the radiation, she was a pure night-blood that fact saving her from Praimfaya.

Madi dropped on the tipped over trunk that Clarke always sat on when she spoke to this Bellamy Madi had heard so much about. She could picture him from Clarke’s detailed stories she’d tell her before they slept, every story Clarke would somehow drift to the subject of Bellamy. Madi knew he was important to her, there was always an expression that was plastered on Clarke’s face when her mentor spoke of the freckled faced boy.

“Do you think they’re listening?” Madi asked, staring out at the scorched land, she could barely remember when everything was green and filled with life, the only place that survived now was the land Clarke and her had helped restore life into. She felt Clarke slump down beside her an unreadable expression on her face.

“I hope,” She sighed, she’d been hoping ever since the day she knew she’d survived. “But if they are why can’t they come down? I’d have thought they would have fixed the fuel thing by now.”

Madi hated seeing Clarke upset, she rested her head on Clarke’s shoulder. “I’m sure their just prepping, readying to come back. Bellamy must be dying to see you.”

Clarke’s lips lifted at the mention of the dark-haired boy. “Well I can’t wait to see him either.” Madi had never asked Clarke if Bellamy was her boyfriend, she never had the courage and she didn’t want to seem nosy, her mother had once told her to not to interfere with someone elses business. “We should head back before it gets dark, we don’t want to find a herd of cockroaches sleeping in our tent now, do we?” 

Madi nudged Clarke playfully before jumping to her feet, the child in her taking over as she beamed at Clarke. 

“Beat you to it.” The girl smirked waiting for Clarke to get back on her feet. Clarke wasn’t exactly the speediest, she’d learnt that over the years and she knew the little night-blood was much faster than her but she grinned.

“Your on.” Clarke chuckled, breaking into a sprint as Madi did, childish giggles leaving her lips. Clarke couldn’t help but smile, she was glad to have Madi with her, to at least give the child a fun childhood. She made sure to take Madi with her wherever she went, the girl loving the decision of adventure. Clarke allowed her to follow her up mountains and taught her all the things she knew, including using a gun. She’d gone from the strong little girl from practically six years ago to a adventurous, brave and smart child, she was up for any challenge Clarke threw at her, although Clarke never pushed her and she made sure Madi got enough sleep even if Clarke barely slept herself. 

Clarke paused to catch her breath, she wasn’t eighteen anymore, she didn’t have the same energy stored within her. But she was quick after Madi as she watched Madi glide to a stop tapping the post to indicate she won, her breathing fast as she caught her breath smiling in victory.

“I’ll beat you next time.” Clarke muttered through breaths making Madi laugh but she just patted Clarke’s back.

“You keep telling yourself that, Griffin.” Sometimes Clarke wondered where all the child’s joy and snarky comments had came from, but even though sometimes she wanted to roll her eyes at them she’d always be grateful for them. “I think I’ll go and get som-”

Before she could finish her sentence a rumble shook through the sky, the sudden sound startling the pair, Clarke instinctively tugging Madi towards her. Eyes shot to the sky, their hearts thudding. They never had thunder or lightning anymore. Clarke had to squint before she was able to figure out what was happening and for a second she didn’t believe it, it took Madi a little longer to figure out but when she noticed her jaw fell open.

“Is that-”

Bellamy.” Clarke finished for her, eyes sparkling with something they hadn’t in six long years, the flutter in her heart beating just a little faster at the thought of seeing his puppy brown eyes again or feeling his arms around her once more. She didn’t move until she could predict where the rocket was going to land; in the sea by the looks of it. Which made sense seem as that was Raven’s whole plan in the first place, a manual landing.

Without warning Clarke had shot off, she knew the rocket would land before she got there so there was no way she’d be harmed by it’s landing. Her mind only focused on her goal; reaching Bellamy. 


For once, Clarke had beaten Madi at running, she was far ahead of the young girl, determined to see for herself that she hadn’t taken any hallucinogenic nuts or that the little radiation in the atmosphere hadn’t crept into her mind to play tricks on her but when she caught a glint of silver as she emerged from the edge of the trees, the water glistening in the warm sunlight. She ignored the fact that she could barely breath from running so fast, she glanced over her shoulder as she heard Madi’s feet padding on the floor appearing beside her.

“Should we go and get them?” Her timid voice asked, she was nervous, she’d heard all about these people and she’d wanted to meet them. All the people Clarke looked up too, people who she thought of as family, something Madi had began to think of Clarke as, Clarke was the only person she had in her life and she was scared that Clarke would forget that she was there. “Won’t they drown out in the ocean like that?”

“No, the rocket’s floating for now. We can’t go into the water not until we know it isn’t electrified.” Clarke told her, crouching down to grab a pebble, warily stepping towards the sea, “Stay back.” Madi didn’t argue, watching as Clarke tossed the pebble hard causing it to clang against the rocket and plop into the water. Clarke waited for the electric but nothing happened and then her eyes travelled to the tin can bobbing in the water, waiting for a sign of life. Madi had moved to her side once more.

The two stumbled a little in surprise as a screech of metal broke through the air, Clarke knew the sound more than she’d like too. A hatch opening. Clarke ushered Madi with her to move behind a tree just in case the others react to the pebble as a threat from the outside, it was only now that Clarke realised Madi had been shaking beside her. It was rare that Madi was afraid seem as she was so brave and seeing her scared made Clarke’s heart clench.

“Hey,” Clarke whispered, her hand pushing Madi’s hair out of her face, giving the young girl a gentle smile. “They’ll love you, I promise.”

Madi opened her mouth to reply when they snapped their head in the direction where she’d heard the splash of water. Monty, Clarke thought. Then another, Monty reaching up to help. Harper, Murphy then Emori. Clarke had moved from the trees at this point, mouth slightly agape. It took minutes until they noticed the short blonde haired girls presence, none of them having words to speak. Everyone of them in shock. Echo clambered out of the machine next, smiling when she finally felt the water around her, Raven made her way out after, Clarke could see a pair of large hands helping lift her up and her heart almost stopped. 

“Oh my god…” Raven whispered, stunned at seeing her old best friend before her. Bellamy must of heard, quickly climbing out without looking up.

“What-” But before he finished, he spotted her. For a split second it felt like nothing had changed, that they hadn’t been apart for six years, that Bellamy hadn’t left her side at all. “Clarke,” Her name tumbled from his lips she could barely hear it but she’d known he’d said her name. She heard Murphy mutter something like plot twist and she felt herself rolling her eyes at him as she used to. “H-how? I-I thought-”

“I’ve radioed, everyday. 2199 days, six years Bell. I never gave up.” Clarke let out, Bellamy had wadded out of the water now, the others by his side but stopping to let Bellamy welcome her first. Clarke’s eyes had filled with tears of joy. “I-I’ve missed you.”

Bellamy gave her a sad, watery eyed smile, “I’ve missed you more than you know, Clarke. W-we tried to come down. We tried to come home.”

“I tried to come home too.” Bellamy was slightly confused by her words for a moment, before a goofy smirk smeared across his lips, walking slowly towards him.

“Did you just call me your home?” Clarke stopped before him, eyes gazing into one anothers, grins dancing across both their lips.

“Damn right I did.” She smirked and the two finally crashed into one another’s arms, clinging on as though they were going to be separated again. Clarke took in his familiar scent as she felt him bury his face in her hair as he had years ago, a hug only Bellamy knew how to give. She closed her eyes, pressing a kiss on his shoulder even though she was just technically kissing his suit, he pulled slightly out of her hold, caressing her face as he did the day he’d he left earth. “Just do it.”

Bellamy smiled brightly at her words and leaned in, his lips pressing against hers, he wanted to deepen the kiss but he knew she’d want to greet the others too so it was short but he noted to make sure she knew how much he missed her later. Clarke understood why he cut it short and she pressed her forehead against his before stepping away from him greeting the others. They were all overwhelmed by seeing her but the smiles were permanently on their faces for now. Clarke felt a missing piece as she greeted everyone, she glanced over her shoulder for Madi, her eyebrows furrowing in worry. The girl was always close by her.

“Madi?” Clarke called, the name making the others look at Clarke like she’d lost her marbles but Clarke’s face relaxed as a familiar brunette appeared from behind the trees. “I thought you were right behind me, I’d like you to meet-”

“Bellamy, Raven, Monty, Murphy, Echo and Emori.” Madi shrugged, murmurs had erupted behind Clarke but Clarke held out her hand to the girl, Clarke’s smile giving her confidence. They hadn’t interacted with any other humans than one another for so long that it almost scared her to shake Bellamy’s hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Clarke talks of you everyday.”

Clarke’s cheeks burned when Bellamy smirked, side glancing Clarke before his attention fell back on the little girl. “I’m glad you were here to keep her company, I imagine you were fairly young when the two of you met.”

“I saved her life.” Madi announced proudly, smiling at Clarke who returned the smile.

“I think she did pretty well for a six year old.” Clarke smirked, then turned to Raven. “Raven, Madi, Madi, meet the genius mechanic that saved everyone’s life more than we could ever count.”

“It’s a pleasure,” Madi nodded, holding out her hand and Raven shook it, still staring at Madi in amazement.

“Night-blood?” 

Madi nodded, “The last of them, yes. My mother was an outcast, we never really interfered with Polis or the Commanders so I was never trained, not that I’d need to be, Clarke had been an amazing teacher.” Madi complimented, Clarke bowed her head at the compliment, she hadn’t even taught Madi everything.

“Technically Bellamy taught me how to use a gun and I taught you so really, I didn’t do it alone.” Clarke shrugged, a shy smile on her face as Madi rolled her eyes playfully at Clarke.

“Stop being humble, Princess. The girl’s complimenting you.” Bellamy grinned, the nickname was something she hadn’t exactly thought of much but when it fell out of his mouth, she felt as though she melted her eyes filled with nothing but love and awe. 


There we are, I warned you it would be long lol. I wasn’t sure whether to make it longer but I feel like this is long enough, that finale just inspired me to write and honestly I love the idea of this Madi character I imagine Clarke and Bellamy treating her as their own when he comes down. Plus she’s so adorable! I hope you enjoyed!!

@obidad-kenobi Here’s the finished version just in case you wanted to read it. (STILL DYING OF FEELS FROM THIS EPISODE!!)

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Genre: SmUuUuuT || Fluff (?) at the end || Dominant!Jimin
Word Count: 5.6k of pure fiLTH
Warnings: Hair pulling, light spanking, light choking, overstimulation, fingering, a lot of dirty shit okok prepare yo self

Description: Jimin is a busy guy. The idol life is not an easy one.
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Wedding bells are officially ringing in Storybrooke!

Once Upon a Time’s highly anticipated musical episode is almost here, which means that we’re just a few days away from witnessing Emma Swan and Killian Jones say “I do” in a breathtaking wedding ceremony. (Trust us. It’s perfect.)

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“Are you willing to stay by his side knowing what he truly is?”

Précis: It was supposed to be a story written only in fairytales, and somehow, you were destined to live it.

Note: Inspired by the movie Wolf Children, totally different from this fic tho, so no need to worry. this was supposed to be 3k what happened-

Genre & Warnings: Angsty, alotta fluff, mentions of blood & implied smut. | Words ➳ 10.3k


To you, he was something you would have never known could actually exist.

He was as mysterious as they would come, holding his pencil in a way so elegant that you didn’t know was possible, the look of boredom sprouting through his features as he scrunched his nose in concentration; ears twitching while he tried to draw something perfect and pleasing to his eyes. You watched him sketch with such wonder in your irises, and even though you wondered how he could draw while ignoring the professor speak and try to teach his students about the basic wonders of the world — you hadn’t known that whilst watching the boy draw, you were also in a little world of your own and not paying attention yourself.

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anonymous asked:

ana bear, can i ask you something? can you write little quirks and mannerisms you love about our shining babes? like, a eprsonal trait, a habit, all things you think define them (like Taem's magic hands and stuff)

yes y e s  of course I can and I’ll be glad to - let’s start with:

taemin

quirks/mannerisms

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fic: Of Sunsets and Swings

title: of sunsets and swings

genre: reality/tiniest bit of angst if you squint

word count: 2300

description: a little getaway cements an idea they’ve had for a while now and brings a sense of relief they never expected to feel. (ft. mother lester, some jetlag and a couple of swings)

“I find some irony in being in a kid’s park while we make this very grown-up decision.”

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Ghost

Requested.

Song or quote: Gotten by Slash Feat. Adam Levine 
Who: Bucky Barnes 


So nice to see your face again, tell me how long has it been
Since you’ve been here. You look so different than before
But still the person I adore, frozen with fear 


HYDRA had kidnapped [Y/N] for leverage on Captain America back in the forties. Little did they know that even though [Y/N] was a good friend of Steve Rogers, she would have been more useful in using her against Sergeant Barnes. She was the love of his life, the one dame who could take his breath away every single time she walked into a room. She had powers over him that he never thought a woman could have. But, sure enough [Y/N] had them and fell just as hard. 

Fast forward to when HYDRA had their files leaked, JARVIS caught and deciphered most of them. Leaving Steve with the information that a girl he had grown up with was frozen in time just like he had been. There was no argument on whether or not he would go get her because before he could discuss with anyone, he was already on his way. 

It took months for her cope with the fact that her last memory was being bound and gagged against her will with scientists hooking IV’s and strange equipment to her body and then the next, she was waking up to a familiar face but in an unfamiliar time. Struggle was an understatement because she couldn’t understand how any of the things she was going through was actually happening. 

But, time was the only thing that would help her. And eventually, she adapted. [Y/N] wasn’t quite as strong as the others but where she lacked in strength, she made up for in her precision. [Y/N] could calculate fight sequences before they happened, and it was like every weapon you threw in her hand, she knew exactly how to use it despite the fact that she had never picked up one prior. It was scary how she never missed and [Y/N] couldn’t even begin to tell you how she knew how to do some of things that she could do. She just knew.


“The Winter Soldier’s a ghost, huh?” [Y/N] said sarcastically as she watch the shadow move across the rooftops through her scope. Re-positioning the rifle against her shoulder, she looked through the scope again. “Looks well and alive to me.”

“Do you have a clear shot?” Steve asked. 

“Oh yeah, I’ve got a real clear shot.” Zooming her scope in, “Do we want him dead or alive?” 

“Dead.” 

“Dead.” 

Alive.” Steve growled. 

[Y/N] chuckled, “Alive it is.” Just as she was about to move her aim towards the man’s shoulder, she caught sight of a pair of eyes that she hadn’t seen in a long time. “No.” She whispered, low enough for her team members to not hear. 

“Hello? [Y/N] you going to take the shot?” Natasha asked, her tone a little annoyed. “He’s going to get away!”

Struggling to regain her focus, she desperately tried to get a good aim on him before he ducked down between two buildings. Cursing in her head, she yanked the rifle away from herself. Running her hands through her hair, she kicked the rooftop railing. “Steve, private talk, now.” 

In minutes, the kid she knew from Brooklyn was waltzing through the rooftop stairwell. His face was laced with concern and slight annoyance. “[Y/N]? What happened? You said you had a clear shot.” He removed his earpiece and turned it off, watching as [Y/N] did the same. 

[Y/N] inhaled deeply, her eyes staring up at the dark sky. “I never asked you about Bucky because I didn’t want to know.” 

Steve’s brows knitted together, he had always wondered why [Y/N] never asked about Bucky. At first, he thought it was because she didn’t remember but after she started to recall memories, it didn’t make sense why she didn’t ask about the man who swept her off her feet all those years ago. “Okay? I’m not trying to be insensitive right now, [Y/N], because I know how much Buck meant to you but why is this relevant?”

She ignored his question, “What did Bucky and I used to tell each other every single day before we left to go our separate ways?”

Steve could never forget, it was like clockwork every time they’d say goodbye or goodnight to each other. Steve had so desperately wanted a relationship like that, to look a girl and just have the words slip right out his mouth before he even thought about them. “Bucky would ask you to smile and he’d say, ‘you’ve got the best damn smile in this town, a smile I could never forget even if I tried.’ And you would follow with, ‘and you’ve got the best damn pair of blue eyes I’ve ever seen, eyes I will never forget in a million years.’”

[Y/N] smiled, trying to remember the last time they had shared those loving words. She wasn’t sure if he actually meant it, but she sure did. “I meant that, every single word.” 

Steve nodded, unsure of where this was going but not going to interrupt her trip down memory lane because perhaps this was why she missed the opportunity to shoot the Winter Soldier. If she needed to vent, Steve wasn’t going to stop her. “I know, and Buck did too.” 

“Steve, what exactly happened to Bucky?”

He inhaled, “Long story short and to spare you the details, he died during one of our missions.” 

[Y/N] turned away from him, looking at the spot where the Winter Soldier had just been. “What was the mission?”

“To destroy HYDRA bases,” Steve stepped forward, concerned. “[Y/N] why are you suddenly interested in this now?”

A tear slid down her cheek, as she turned to face Steve. “You and I are not the only ones who were frozen in time.” Inhaling deeply, she firmly spoke through her teeth. “The Winter Soldier is a ghost, Steve. It’s Bucky, I know because I saw his eyes.”


Kind of tempted to do a part two. Anyone interested? 

2 | Freak

BTS X READER [COLLEGE!AU | THRILLER!AU]

WORD COUNT: 7,114

series warnings: mature themes, violence, blood and gore, murder, emotional manipulation, bullying, mental health deterioration, eventual smut and substance abuse. this chapter contains strong language, light smut, bullying and claustrophobic themes

Originally posted by jeontrash

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It had been a week since Yoongi’s party at Pearl, an entire seven days since your father had disappeared into thin air; and a whole one hundred and sixty eight hours since your brother decided to call the police, regardless of the anonymous threats. As much as you loved Yoongi you couldn’t shake the bad feeling away from your figure, the text message had very clear instructions. Don’t show the police, or people will die. And with your dad still missing it was impossible not to entertain the idea.

“Y/N? Hello? Are you in here?” Maggie, the Exhibit gossip forum’s editor in chief and your overall boss, flicked your forehead with her perfectly manicured bubblegum pink nails to regain your attention.

“I’m so sorry… What were you saying?” You hummed in an attempt to salvage the embarrassing situation, you had no idea what she was talking to you about, truth be told you didn’t even realise she was there until her acrylic nail was leaving behind a small indentation on your skin.

“The threatening mystery texts, your dad’s disappearance! It’s all just dreadful… Will you run it?” She hollowed her thin cheeks out until you could see a map of her high cheekbones as she raised her brows expectantly.

There was no denying she was beautiful, she had rich dark brown flawless skin and her hair was shaved short and dyed red, her winged eyeliner was sharp enough to cut someone and her fashion choices were beyond Lady Gaga’s wildest imagination. But unfortunately for her you saw right through her fur coats and fake personality, she was the head cheerleader who never grew up; she was a bitch.

“Wait so you want me to run the story… About my missing dad? And include the anonymous messages?” You paraphrased eyes wide with shock, dumbfounded by her complete lack of human decency.

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Drunken Confession

Characters: Dean Winchester, Reader (Y/N Y/L/N)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k-ish

Summary: The Reader confesses to Dean. 

Warnings: None really. Just a bit of fluff :) 

Author’s Note: Hey guys! This is my entry for  @winchester-writes Rose’s Birthday Drinking Challenge!! My prompt: Republic Tequila - “Y'know know, they’re all ‘Well…you gotta drink too.” it’ll be bolded in the fic. I hope you guys like it!!!



Drunken Confession

I’m not that much of a drinker.

Usually, it was Sam and I that had to drag Dean’s drunken ass back to the Impala after he made a complete idiot out of himself in front of the bar’s waitress.

It was never me.

But tonight was different. Especially when the feelings you’ve been harboring deep inside your core for the green eyed Winchester were finally reaching maximum overload.

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Summary: AU. When a major account is on the line at work, reader is forced to revisit some old connections at her ten year high school reunion for a chance at success. Will she let the past consume her, or will she see the future in her grasp?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,786

Warnings: language, fluff, confrontation

A/N: Tags are closed. This part was over 4K words long, so I split it into two. I’m sorry. Reader takes some steps to make everything right again, but Bucky Barnes is nowhere to be found.

Part: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart

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Dreams of You // Seo Johnny

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the prompt: hello :) can I request a fluffy NCT Johnny soulmate!au where when the person sleeps, they see through their soulmates eyes.

words: 1662

category: fluff + soulmate!au

author note: this is actually my favorite johnny one i’ve done so far so pls enjoy it!

- destinee

Originally posted by taesyong


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I Give Up - part 27 (A Baekhyun Series)

You were putting on mascara when your phone buzzed, letting you know of an incoming text. It was probably one of the friends who were meeting up later at the small bar near campus. You swiped when you recognized Minah’s name, your best friend who you had invited along. Your exams and being so busy with your boyfriend had made you neglect your best friend lately and you made her promise to join tonight.

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Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226

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When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.

“Shit!”

The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”

———-

Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

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With Valentine’s day coming up, how about a themed Clarke and Lexa story?

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college boyfriend!minghao

Originally posted by mountean

  • bless the cutie that requested animal shelter volunteer minghao, i ended up meshing it with another request for college bf!minghao bc i can do whatever i want
  • sfklasjd jk jk
  • now, minghao has always had a strong connection with animals
  • ever since he was a kid, he always just had this intense empathy for animals, so much so that it kind of drove his parents crazy???
  • like minghao would grieve for hours if he accidentally stepped on a bug, or he’d take a whole hour out of his morning when he knows he has to get to school just to help a momma dog and her pups get somewhere safe away from traffic
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  • loves them more than humans tbh
  • so it’s no surprise that minghao became an avid animal shelter volunteer from high school well into his college career

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A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Kiss Me (1) - Jughead!Imagine

[A/N: Okay so this is technically an imagine but I don’t like using (Y/N) to substitute the readers name so I gave the imagine character the name Mona, substitute with your name if you please or read her as an OC! Also if you want to get the vibe of this fic then listen to Fall Out Boy song of the same title as this fic, maybe you’ll be able to see where this is going or maybe you wont! Either way I hope you enjoy!] (Oh and as always if you notice any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes send me a message and let me know so I can fix them, I read over my work but I always end up missing stuff!)

Word Count: 2221 

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Request: a story where Taehyung and Y/n are orphans from different families and end up falling in love, then getting adopted by the same man, so they end up living as bother and sister.

A/n: Okay so I thought it would be difficult to write this, but surprisingly it came out so naturally. I’m not familiar with how the child systems work so please excuse any mistakes. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to get out, but I hope you all enjoy ~ Kaitlin 


Genre: Angst | Fluff
Members: Taehyung x Reader
Word Count: 3224

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“Legally, you and Taehyung were brother and sister. Even though there was no blood relation, you were considered kin, and you weren’t supposed to love your family like this.” 

Originally posted by kookie-monstah

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