a forget me not with wings makes perfect sense to me

Bless the amazing leader that is Kim Namjoon of BTS. Just a moment of silence. Then have that silence be SHATTERED by loud and appreciative love for this boy for those in the back who can’t seem to HEAR THE RAPMON STANS

Originally posted by ksjknj

I mean look at him, he manages to be so soft  APPRECIATE HIS DIMPLES PLEASE 

His dimples make my days better 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Originally posted by hixtapexx


When it comes to his looks, he’s very good looking. Have you seen those dimples because damn. I still can’t believer there are people who say he’s ugly and it’s just so terrible. Espescially because he believes them?? Like no, this boy is beautiful on the inside and outside. Like all the members of bts, Rapmon is more than a pretty face. You’re doing amazing, sweetie. 

I mean, he composed and wrote a lot of music. Not just for his own group, but for other artist. That takes a lot of talent. I mean, I have tried to write music but that’s super hard. And then to see this boy do it with such class is amazing. diD yOu hEaR his sOnG Reflection?! I have to admit it was kind of hard for me to get into at first. bUT once I did, oh boy. Did I grow more attachted. I loved the message of his song and how candid it felt after looking up the translation. Appreciate how honest he is in his music please. Also how he wrote the lyrics of one of their best songs (and a personal favorite of mine), Spring Day. 

Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

His voice and rapping solos are very distinct. I mean, I know a good portion of fans who instantly noticed his voice the best out of all the boys when they start out. ONe of his best moments could be when he wrapped What am I to you live

CAn we also talk about how great of a leader he is??? I mean, he knows english and I feel like it makes international business a bit easier for them as the other boys adapt more to english. He’s so caring to the other members and looks out for everyone. I know for a fact he helped Jungkook write his song Begin for the wings album, and that just warmed my heart. There are tons of more examples of his great leadership and that’s just the beginning of all the perfect examples.NOT TO MENTION THE BOYS’ HAVE A WONDERFUL BOND WHICH IS WONDERFUL AND A PART OF TAHT AMAZING BOND IS THEIR AMAZING LEADER  im sorry i have strong feelings  

Originally posted by bangtan

Namjoon is also very, very I repeat V E R Y intelligent and philosophical. I mean, he has an IQ of 148 for starters. But beyond a number, his intelligence speaks beyond what words can describe. He SELF TAUGHT himself English is a great example and he’s well on his way of learning Japanese. It also takes a lot of musical intellect to accomplish all the work he’s done within the industry. He was the top of his class, I believe during his high school career?? Rapmon also has all those deep thoughts about life which is a wonderful trait of his personality. I know this is a gif of our world wide handsome, but just a recap of that conversation Namjoon and Seokjin had during Bon Voyage. 

Originally posted by samwol

Back to Rapmonster, he’s got amazing fashion sense. If you say otherwise, YOU ARE LYING TO YOURSELF. I kid.. mostly

Originally posted by bexsblogposts

Originally posted by namjunhong

Oh yeah, I’ll also never forget how the “big and tough” rapping leader of BTS has an obsession of the Ryan bear from Line. He appreciates the finer things in life, let’s be honest here. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

I’m still pretty new to the fandom but I have heard that he’s been through some tough times himself. I don’t know for sure but look at him now. Leadermon has made a name for himself in something he’s passionate about. I also love how he really puts himself and his personal stories into his artform.

Rapmonster is a great leader to lead BTS. He has a gift when it comes to song writing. Amazingly intelligent and thoughtful. He’s honest. He deserves love from the fans he and the others have shown great appreciation for. You can have a bias for one member but please respect them. Honestly, he’s one of my bias in the group but I have a fondness for the others as well. You don’t have to stan him, but at least show and treat them with respect through all platforms. 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

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the fuckboy scheme | 2 | m

◇ Maybe Jungkook wasn’t as bad as you previously thought. Maybe.

◇ Jungkook x reader

◇ fuckboi!au + college!au

◇ length: 4.9k

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◇ okay i know i said i was working on other things but i just realised I’m almost at 2k followers and i wanted to get this fnished bc a lot of yall apparently like this and honestly i kinda like how this part turned out!!! Also thank almost 2k of you for being sweet and supportive and understanding,,,,,, ily all 💗💗


Two hours pass and Jeon Jungkook is still completely and utterly flabbergasted — and hard, too.

He can’t wrap his head around the fact that you teased him, turned him on and then proceeded to leave him. That - that’s never happened. He’s Jeon Jungkook — any girl in this college would bend over backwards to have him in their beds, and what’s even worse is that Jungkook was the one chasing after you. Shit.

So he stands for maybe more minutes than is socially acceptable, mouth gaping and eyes narrowed in an uncomfortable mixture of confusion and disbelief — and then, he downs between 2 and 10 concoctions from the kitchen that are much too bitter but much too sweet at the same time; he flirts and kisses and flirts and kisses until he’s breathless but he’s still bored, still spiritless.

Thus, Jungkook finds himself locked in one of many bathrooms in Jackson Wang’s house. A shaky breath escapes his lips when the pounding music fades to a muffled cacophony and his inebriated gaze focuses on his image in the crystal mirror in front of him.

He imagines you were there with him; your hair mussed, your lips swollen, chest heaving with every breath. He imagines that he lifts you onto the sink and eats you out like a man starved, he imagines you getting on your knees and swallowing his cock like it’s your favourite treat. And fuck, are those good thoughts.

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Stormy Night (M)

The things you do to try and forget your ex are the same things that make him go mad.

Friend!Jungkook X Sad!Reader 

Word count: 2,085

Warnings: Angst, Hoeing around, meaty wings, etc

Stormy Night

“Please stop following me.” 

You didn’t want to look him in the eyes anymore, for fear your glare would scratch away at his kindheartedness. You tore through your front door, kicking off your dewy flats at the step. Your silky scarf was ripped from your neck, tossed aimlessly towards the hat hanger where it fluttered to the floor. But you didn’t care. 

You bit your lip until it bled, hearing that he had, indeed, not stopped following you into your house. He hadn’t responded either. Both of you were soaking wet, the sudden rain being yet another disturbance of your evening out. 

“I told you to stop meeting with… them.” He finally said. You bit back your scoff, turning to face him to repeat what you’d said time and time again. 

“Stop telling me what to do!” You dug your clammy fingers against your cheeks, running them up through your wet tendrils. He looked down at you sadly, pity in the dark eyes gazing through damp locks. Why did he look so upset? Why did your life make him feel so bad? 

You felt your eyes grow warm, choking on a sob before continuing. “So what if I’m a goddamn whore? This is the most fun I’ve had since Taehyung left! This is the only thing I look forward to every time I wake up from a night of fucking endless tears!” 

You were on your knees then, having fallen under the burdening weight of your own sob story. Your cheeks were wetter than before; the dress you wore to the club that evening hiked up your thighs and twisted around your body. Of course, like every other distressed damsel, you’d received it from your lost love. But it worked wonders on making you the candy of desiring men’s eyes.

Taehyung up and left two months ago, leaving you on your front steps in the rain. But the rain was much different right now; not the damning drizzle it was that night. No, now it was pouring, dreadfully, like the feeling was suddenly sinking in. The thunder clapped consistently, lightning flashing without regard for your fear of it. 

You looked up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes. You were puzzled by the look in them. There was no kindness. No warmth. He looked distressed, and you suddenly felt bad. For existing, haha. 

“I’m sorry.” You were still looking at him as you said it, and you saw the morph of emotions pass his features. He was then enveloping you in his arms, his warmth immediately comforting you. You let your tears fall then. 

“Jungkook, I am so sorry.” You repeated through sobs, not heeding his pained words of reassurance. “I’m not sorry for the men, because if I’m being honest, they help.” You hiccuped; he tensed. “It’s fucked up but they help. But I’m sorry for not being the friend you want in your life—” 

“Shut up, Y/N.” 

His voice was hoarse, and you couldn’t help the widening of your eyes. His large hands went to your shoulders, pushing you until you were nearly nose to nose. Thunder clapped then, the lights flickering for a brief moment, as if to add to the intensity of his gaze. “Just… shut up.” 

He went on to kiss your cheeks, your forehead, your chin, the underside of your jaw. But all you could do was look ahead as his lips ghosted and chastely met the surface of your skin. His eyebrows were knitted, eyes closed, an almost desperate look on his face.

You bit your lip, arms falling limp to your sides. This is your fault. He’s too good for this. You exhaled sharply, saying, “I couldn’t help myself. After Tae left.” 

Jungkook stopped, head slowly raising to meet your orbs once again. The pain and desperation you saw on his face was almost too much to bear, but you forced yourself to maintain eye contact. “I didn’t know how else to forget him. I didn’t fucking kno—” 

Your back suddenly collided with the wooden flooring, harshly, wrists being pinned far above your head. He was in-between your legs, groin to groin, to cease your thrashing from the sudden shift. “You can start by using me!” Jungkook voiced through gritted teeth, a vein popping in his neck. 

He thrust his hips against you, your pelvis jerking with the connection. “You can start by using your friends!” Another thrust, and your head was thrown back by the sheer power of his hips and angered words. 

“Jungkook—” Your lungs fought to breath properly, another crash of thunder shaking the windows. 

He then rolled himself against your core, the dress riding up and bunching around your waist as your friend burrowed his face in the crook of your neck. “Instead of strangers, use the ones who love you most! Fucking use me!” 

You cried out as his teeth impaled your flesh, his clothed cock paving against your exposed panties. 

“Fuck, Jungkook!” He was motivated by your wail of ecstasy, his fingers beginning to roam freely. 

You grew hot, and you were already damned wet, but your body responded desperately towards his actions, and soon you were clawing at his leather jacket. This was beyond the friendship you two were accustomed to, though with his palms groping your breasts through the silky fabric, you could only push that thought aside and arch your back into him. 

“Stop making me feel so useless!”

His fingers sought to abuse your nipples, pinching them until you cried out. 

“You’re not useless—!” You gasped, reveling in the pain and pleasure he drove you to. 

“And that’s why you’re with a different guy each week?!” His hand flew from your breast to tear the lace from between your legs, and you inhaled sharply, the cold air stinging you pleasantly. 

“I didn’t want you… to worry…!” You exclaim in winded pants, clinging to him as he continued his dry thrusts. It was becoming sweltering beneath him, despite the change in temperature as his cold fingers wasted no time gliding between your slick folds, thumbing your bundle of nerves until your toes were twitching uncontrollably.

“I always worry!” He drilled a finger inside of you, and you released whatever the combination of a moan and a gasp was. Writhing beneath him, you shakily clutched his jacket, managing to pry it off his shoulders enough for him to get the memo, shrugging it off with a haste you never witnessed before. 

He replaced his finger with his tongue, so suddenly you didn’t even see him bend down to lap at your succulent sweetness as though it were the only cure for an illness he possessed. “Oh god.” You murmured, eyes rolling back behind closed lids. 

You saw the underside of his jaw lurch forward with every pass of his tongue dipping in and out of you, and you groaned at the sight. It was hot. You always knew he was hot. But as he lightly nibbled on your meaty wings, his eyes meeting yours with a determined look you have never seen, you realized how attracted you were to him. 

With powerful fingers, he clenched your thighs so hard you were sure they’d bruise, but he was keeping you wide open, only for him. 

After he felt you clenching around his tongue, he pulled back, licking his lips and diving in for your first shared kiss. His wet lips melded against your own, where yours willingly opened and welcomed him. You tasted the bitter sweetness of yourself and wondered how much of you he’d drank up, the silkiness of his tongue corrupting your senses. It was all so much that you pulled away, gasping for air. 

“Jungkook—you really want to do this?” You are curious as to why you questioned, because the flame in his eyes gave it away. Before he could respond, you said, through pants, “I’ve been with so many guys, I don’t want you to be disgusted or—” 

The man literally growled, his teeth clashing painfully against yours, to the point it was no longer the sweetness of your core infiltrating your mouth, but also the burn of copper, of blood. He sucked your bottom lip until you squealed in a joyous pleasure, then he forced you to squirm so he could pull your dress over your head, tossing that damn thing god knows where. You were still on the floor, which wasn’t entirely comfortable until he had you raising your bare chest in the air so he could pass his lips through the canyon of your soft mounds. 

That worked magically. 

At last, the both of you were freed from your constricting, confining clothing. His cock brushed against you and you whimpered, a sound he stole off your lips passionately. When he pulled away, he snarled, his index finger coating itself in your fluid again as he looked down at you. “I don’t care how many guys you’ve been with,” You let out a wail with his strokes, as he then positioned his poised member at your entrance. “Just that I’m the last one.” 

He slid in so fast and hard, you were certain you’d seen flashes not belonging to the lightning outside. Jungkook didn’t give the time to cope with his girth and length, continuing with the same intensity he had the first thrust. He pummeled you into the floor, your spine flexing, body curving up into him. 

Jungkook groaned loudly in your ear, his torso connecting slickly with yours, as though two waves of an ocean were gliding back and forth. He sloppily sucked sensitive areas of your neck, ones he discovered made you moan the most, ones causing you to clench tighter. It was messy, but messily perfect and beautiful; two desperate fools seeking to quench a desire that had long since been ignited. And through it all, the pit of your stomach was growing tighter by the second. 

“Ah… Jungkook!” You ran your nails down his back, earning delightful shivers. 

Your head was bouncing, and you couldn’t think straight, which was why you hardly noticed when a crash of thunder shook the entire house, and the power cut. In total darkness, the only sounds were the hot moans and pants in your right ear, and a white noise that made everything suddenly more realistic. 

Your legs spread wider, then Jungkook hooked the right one over his elbow, angling into you. His thrusts faltered briefly, and you almost protested him, but your words fumbled in your mouth when his newfound slow pace was met with even harder, more aggressive pumps into you. 

“Fuck, Y/N! Don’t make me.. worry about you… again!” 

You screamed out, desperately clinging to his muscular build. “I won’t!” 

“Don’t you dare—” His bare foot flexed against the wood floor as he pulled out all the way, “… ignore me ever again!” He slammed in so intensely stars were invading your vision. You felt tears in your eyes, whether it be from his words or mighty fine fucking, you couldn’t tell. But you clutched him harder, nodding into his neck as your head raised. You kissed his collarbones until he slowed down again, laying you down completely. 

He stopped his moving, fingers lightly coming up to your chin so you’d look at him. His gaze was soft, softer than you had seen all evening. He wasn’t smiling, but he wasn’t frowning. Jungkook moved his arm beneath your head to cushion it against the flooring. “Y/N.” His lips trailed the tears that had made it to either sides of your cheeks. 

“I will make you forget him. I love you. I will always love you.” And with that, you only released one sob before he was kissing you with the immense passion he hadn’t before displayed, his hips rolling into yours intently, a free hand encompassing whatever parts of your body were cold. 

Your breasts, your back, your hips, your wrist, he warmed it all, fingers lacing with yours as he refused to break eye contact even as he approached his climax. You felt the wave wash over you, the sticky surface of sweat against the cool air, and he twitched from within you. Intimately embracing you as he finished off with a groan, he remained inside, only rolling over so you were both chest to chest. 

“Thank you.” You found yourself saying. He didn’t respond, but you could feel his smile against your scalp. 

The power remained out, the rain and thunder continued, and you knew you were left in his comforting arms for the rest of the night. But you had to break the silence. For something that was far overdue. 

“I love you too.”

“meaty wings”


Thanks for reading, I shall now take requests ~ ^^^^^^^^~

Game On

Originally posted by yourfavoritedirector

Request: I see that your requests are open! Huzzah! Could you do a deanxreader where the reader loves spicy food and has a really high tolerance. And has the caveat that any man who wants to date her has to attempt a hot wing challenge (like the really spicy wings and you have a time limit to eat them without drink or cooking agent) the problem? Dean has very low spice tolerance, but wants to try anyway. Fluff and/or smut. I trust thy artistic vision because you’re stuff is amazeballs. :3

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,100ish

Warnings: language, implied smut

A/N: Hope you enjoy!…

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I Don’t Know What I’d Do Without You (Avengers X Fem!Reader)

Characters: Avengers X Fem!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Self conscious reader, teasing


Request: Can you do a female reader, where she feels as if she isn’t worthy enough to be in the avengers, she feels as if she’s the odd one out. Nat overhears her talking to her friend on the phone about thinking about leaving and she gets the others to convince her she is worthy?

Originally posted by netflixruinedmylifeimagines

Originally posted by ranrightintomyheart

Originally posted by fangirl-porn

Originally posted by superwholockpotterhead

Looking at the team known as the Avengers, you had: Two Super soldiers from the second world war, one of which has a metal arm, a Brainiac who makes metallic suits which can withstand a beating, and even made one for his friend, artificial intelligence made by the Brainiac, an assassin trained since birth, another assassin who never misses his shot, a man with mechanical wings a doctor who can turn into a giant green monster who can probably throw a plane when he gets pissed off, a twin pair of super enhanced twins which can move things with her mind and her brother who has super speed, and a literal God… oh, and you, a simple agent.

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maxwellandlovelace  asked:

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!<3

Originally posted by omgitslish

Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!

All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)


“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

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Orange Bliss

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst and Fluff 

Summary: It all started in your dream. He would appear out of nowhere, watching and bothering you. He isn’t your regular spirit. 

Warnings: Cursing. 

A/N: First time actually writing and posting. I can already predict the errors I’ve made and it’s not pleasing. Please try to read this awful work I’ve made, thanks.

Originally posted by imonaworldtour

You looked to your right, finding nothing there. Maybe you were losing it, that’s what your friends keep telling you either way. Shaking your head in denial, you went into your apartment, immediately taking off your shoes and dumped your keys at the kitchen counter.

“Ah fucking hell…” You mumbled as you saw the mess you’ve made last night on your desk. It was full of work papers and half-finished cups of coffee. Sighing, you managed to organize the papers and put the mugs away, looking at your window for a split second, seeing cars drive by. It wasn’t a luxurious neighborhood anyway.

After five seconds of you turning away from the sink, you heard glass crashing, making you face the sink again and finding your favorite mug destroyed, shards of glass sparkled the kitchen floor. “Shit.” You cursed, noticing your now bleeding foot. You attempted to take out the shard of glass, wincing and cursing in pain. After a few minutes of pep-talk, you finally pulled it out, tossing it into the trash can.

With one foot injured, you limped to where the broom and dustpan was located, gripping the handle tightly as you cleaned the floor. In the corner of your eye, you swore you saw someone staring at you but when you looked at their direction, they were gone. Strange. You poured all the shards into the trash can, saying farewell to your favorite mug. It was bound to happen anyway with your clumsiness.

After that, you decided to just remain in your room to avoid any other disasters to happen. You lied down on the bed, staring at the ceiling, millions of thoughts bursted in your mind. The only sounds that you were able to hear was the last drops of rain hitting the ground and your own breathing. Your grandmother once told you that if you listened very closely, you could listen to spirits talking to you. Impossible.

The stories your grandmother told you were mostly about her past and spirits. She claimed she talked to one of them, saying he followed her around, watching her every move. Since you were just a child, you obviously believed her, asking various questions and such. You weren’t sure about spirits now.


You sat up, watching as the door slowly opened, exposing the hallway and the the doorknob that turned only a few seconds ago. Perplexed by the scene playing in front of you, you got up and examined the door and peeked your head out into the hallway for a few seconds before closing the door once again.

Walking back to your comfortable bed, you watched the door closely, curious if it’ll happen again. Suddenly, you catch a whiff of something you never smelled before in your room. It smelled like oranges. Sure, you shouldn’t overreact over a smell but you never recalled smelling something like cologne in your room, especially that smell.

You decided you might as well sleep, it was the best solution you could think of. Closing your eyes, you concentrated on your breathing and pushed stressful thoughts away. The only thing your grandmother told you that you still believed in was that if you think of something specific seconds before slumber, you’ll most likely dream of it. It was best to think of something you enjoyed.

You were right.

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thestarbirdfromtheashes  asked:

Anything from #9-12 from the new kiss prompts!!!!

Lol I just realised I read this wrong, so I give you 9 (a kiss at a party) and 12 (not remembering the next day):


The party isn’t really a celebration, but the Rebels never did get the chance to blow off any steam after the battle of Yavin. Command have turned a blind eye to what is an open secret: smuggled booze, music, a night of soldiers who know nothing but war just being civilians for a change. The caverns of this dusty moon where they’ve made their temporary base after Yavin are decorated with strings of yellow lights that remind her of the fireflies of Lahmu and the sweet alcohol warms all the way down to her stomach.

Jyn stands at the edges of it all, watching and taking it all in, still unused to being part of something again. Watching Cassian, something she hasn’t been able to stop doing since Scarif. His sleeves are rolled up and his collar is open and he is smiling as he talks to Kes. Her heart flutters hard against her ribs. Home, she thinks, I’m home wherever you are.

Cassian must feel her gaze because he turns and his dark eyes catch the lights, and he doesn’t even react when Kes slaps him on the shoulder and walks off chuckling and shaking his head. Jyn has to chew her lip to keep from smiling as he makes his way towards her, and wonders if this inexplicable and overwhelming happiness is love or lust or both. Whatever it is, she wants more, wants to pull it close with both hands and not let go.

She wants him. The look he is giving her says that it’s mutual, that this wonderful aching tension between them is going to burn them both alive if they don’t move forwards.

He seems shy, suddenly, even as he steps into her space and leans his forearm against the wall beside her, facing her.

He has to lean down a little to talk to her over the noise of the party and his nose bumps against her cheek as he speaks close to her ear.

“Are you alright?” He asks, and Jyn chuckles because he’s always so concerned for her. She can’t help but be honest in response.

“I’m happy,” she presses up close to him so he will hear, finds herself putting her hands on him for balance. “I’m happy I stayed here.” With you. With the cause.

He pulls back, and his smile in response is surprised, but blinding in its joy. He’s beautiful, she thinks, and maybe he’s in love with me too.

Her hands are still on his chest and she can feel his heart beat beneath her palms and his voice rumbles in his chest.

“I’m happy you stayed too, Jyn.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol that makes him brave and her pliant, but she lets him come to her, lets him make the move and she wonders how they can even kiss at all with the smiles on their faces.

A kiss. Soft and sweet and oh she feels like she has waited so long for this; she’s been drowning in the thought of him and now it’s finally real and she can breathe. She’s never had anything sweet or anything hers. His lips are soft, his stubble scratches her chin and his hand winds into her hair to keep her close.

Around them there are whistles, catcalls that make her blush but also make her fist her hands in his shirt to pull him closer to spite them, and then -

- an alarm. Sirens. Shouting, then screaming, and then the entire moon shakes under her feet.

Cassian tears himself from her, his lips red. “It’s an attack,” he says over the chaos. “They’ve found us.”

Glasses and bottles crash to the ground. The music squawks to a stop. The drunk are sobered by what’s happening, and the dancers run for their lives.

They run. Jyn lets the steps of the protocol soothe and focus her. Evacuate. Relocate. Rendezvous. Get to the ships in the hangar at the other end of the base. Getting as many people out alive as possible is the priority. There are people everywhere, and the comms buzz with voices. Attack. Imperials. Stormtroopers. In orbit. West section destroyed. Evacuate.

They’re almost at the hangar when the something hits nearby with a deafening boom and she is thrown backwards off her feet as if a Wookie had grabbed her and slammed her into the wall. All breath explodes out of her body, and the last thing Jyn sees is the ceiling caving in above her, as Cassian shouts her name.

When she wakes, Jyn has no idea how long it’s been. Her ears are ringing, but she knows she isn’t deaf because she can hear something thumping steadily beneath whatever her left ear is pressed against. Beyond that there is the hum of something - a ship? It’s soothing, the thumping noise, and she focuses on it until her other senses kick in.

Smell first, as she burrows closer to the sound she smells sweat and blaster oil and carbon. Cassian, she thinks. It makes her feel safe, but her brain can’t yet process why.

Pain, next. Her head begins to throb in time with the thumping noise - an ache at the back of her skull and something sharp along her forehead. Her body hurts all over, as if she’s been trampled by a herd of wampas. She groans and feels dust and sand in her throat. There’s the faint taste of copper in her mouth.

She’s being held, she realises. Breath ghosts along her forehead, something soft presses against her skin there. A kiss. Warm hands soothe up her arms and back, and there’s a soft rumble beneath her as she hears her name and it vibrates through her.

“Jyn, are you awake?”

Her brain pauses at that. Something warm and soft but firm rests on the side of her face, and her eyes flutter open. She squints against her blurred vision and tries again, lifts her head carefully and sees Cassian looking down at her, and it’s his hand she can feel on her face, his thumb caressing back and forth over her cheekbone.

Oh, she thinks, and it’s a good thing her voice won’t work at that moment. You’re holding me. That’s new.

And then he smiles down at her and she forgets her name for a moment.

“Do you remember what happened?”

There’s dust and loud noises, and music and the taste of something sweet. Music. Sirens.

Jyn looks around, flinching at the pain and stiffness in her neck. Dozens and dozens of people are on the floor of the ship they are on. Some are alone, others are cuddled up together, some are bandaged.

“…an attack?”

“Yeah,” Cassian sighs and cards his fingers through her hair. He looks exhausted, she thinks. “The base was compromised. Most of us got out.”

Most wasn’t all, and she squeezes her eyes shut as the room spins against the thought of the loss of life. She grabs the front of his shirt as if it would stop the room from spinning.

“You have a concussion, but the medics are overwhelmed with the seriously injured. I told them I would watch over you.”

“You always do,” her voice sounds slurred to her ears, and his chuckle vibrates through her. “I’m fine, I think. Just don’t move, ok?”

His lips press softly to her forehead again, and she doesn’t resist the urge to bury her face against his neck and inhale his scent, to feel the warmth and solidness of his body against hers. He feels like home.

“You don’t remember anything else?” His lips move against her hairline and he feels tense beneath her.

Jyn tries against the pounding of her head and it’s like swimming against the tide. Solo and the Princess arguing in front of an audience that whooped and cheered in response as if it were a play. Baze laughing loudly and often, and everyone seeming so surprised by it. Bodhi’s big grin as the X-wing pilots pulled him into their circle. Cassian smiling, and her breath being taken away by the beauty of it.

Cassian standing close to her, his heartbeat beneath her palm. The smell of him as she leaned in close to speak into his ear.

And his lips on hers.

Oh. OH. The memory of his kiss rushes through her hazy brain and her toes curl in happiness despite the pain in her body. How could the Empire almost take this from her, the only sweet and pure moment in her adult life?

She hums against his neck, nuzzles in close before pulling back to look at him, waits for her vision to clear.

“Kiss me again?”

He smiles, and pulls her close and kisses her softly, and it’s just as perfect as the first time.


Childhood friends / 5080 words

Catch up

May 2017

Part One

“I miss you.” He groaned down the phone, clearly half asleep.

“I miss you too.” I snuggled a little further into my bed. “Time you flying back?”

“Mm… dunno. Whenever they wake me up. My heads gone, Lulu. Barely know where I am.”

“You’re in New York.” I told him through a giggle.

Even though he was due back in London the next day, our work schedules weren’t allowing us to spend time together, even still. We’d had over a month without seeing each other, just texts and phone-calls whenever he had the time.
It was what I’d been expecting, but it definitely wasn’t easy.

“Okay. Then London. London after that, yeah?”


“Gunna try my best to sneak off and come see you, okay? I can’t promise anything but I’ll try.”

I knew he only had a day or so in London before he flew back out to the states, so although he said he was going to try, I didn’t even allow myself to get excited over the thought of seeing him. I knew it wouldn’t happen, no matter how much we both wanted it to.

“Okay.” I tried not to sound too disheartened. “Nearly album time.”

“Don’t.” He sighed.

The closer it got to his album being released, the more nervous he became. It was just two short days away, and he pretty much refused to talk about it. The reaction he’d had to the single was more than we’d ever expected it to be, review after review pouring in praising the song to the high heavens, but if anything, it had just made him worse.
He was feeling the pressure like a literal weight on his body.

“It’s gunna be great, Harry. Don’t worry about it. Besides, the most important thing is that you love it, and you’re proud of it. This is music is for you. No one else.”

“Sent you a copy.” He yawned, eager to stay awake for as long as he could since we hadn’t spoken over the phone for days.

“You did?”

“Mm. The vinyl. You should get it tomorrow so… a day earlier than most.”

“Harry, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to. I mean… it’s possible you play a bit of a role in the album so… you deserve it.”

Shock silenced me for a short while, bolting upright in bed, thinking he was just joking with me and he was about to burst out laughing. I should have known he’d was too tired to make any kind of joke, he could barely speak! But Harry was good at cracking a joke at the most inconvenient of times, I just figured this was another one.

“Harry, this is the point where you tell me you’re joking!”

“But I’m not.”

“Harry, I’m fucking warning you!”

“Lulu, your voice is loud. Shush. My ears, they’re delicate. M’tired.”

“Harry, I’m pretty sure it’s the afternoon where you are.”

“Been up since four though.”


“Track one.” He replied, unable to lift his tone to match mine. “It’s yours.”

“Meet Me in the Hallway?”

“Awh. You know the track-list! I fucking love you!”

I could picture it perfectly, the dopey smile on his face as sleep crept closer and closer. It somehow made me soften, becoming less agitated.
But not entirely.

“Harry, you must be bullshitting me.” I exhaled. “You wrote the album after we’d met once, for the first time in six years!”

“But it wasn’t just any old person, was it? It was you!”


“I told you you’d always been on my mind.”

“Well, what are the lyrics?”

“You’ll have to wait and see.”


“It’s about… if you had ever turned around, and asked me to be there, I would have been. If you had ever… said you wanted me, I would have been yours. Six years ago. Three years ago. Now. Never changed.”

I pretty much collapsed after that, falling back down onto my bed and slapping my free hand against my forehead, wondering how it was possible that Harry had felt so intensely for me all those years.
But what I had to understand was that we were in completely different positions. For me, Harry gone off, practically forgotten about his old life and his old friends, and was elevated to this level of fame where I felt like I had to completely disassociate myself from him. He became like some kind of myth, rather than someone I’d once been close to.
But for Harry, he’d been thrust into this completely different life so quickly, that I became a representation of something he used to have, someone he used to like. I became this almost shimmering memory to him, something he found himself longing for. I guess maybe he felt like something that could have been was snatched from him before he knew what was happening. Whilst I was trying to forget him, he was missing me.
Of course we’d view things differently. That’s what happens with two people who live completely separate lives. The world can look completely different to two different people. Memories can be completely different for two people.
I lay there for a while, trying to find the right words to say.
There were only three that made sense.

“I love you.”

I didn’t get a reply, which at first made me furrow my brows, confused as to why I wasn’t getting an answer from him.
I figured it out pretty quickly.

“Haz? You asleep?” I heard him breathing, but nothing else. “Goodnight, Haz.”

Part Two

“What the hell has been going on with you?” Katherine asked, the rest of the girls all leaning forward in eager anticipation to hear my answer. “Feels like we’ve barely seen you.”

“Nothing’s going on.” I lied, terribly. “I’ve just been… busy.”

“With what?”

“I’ve been going home more than usual.” I thought on my feet. “Y’know what my mums like. She gets well lonely and like… I just wanted to go and keep her company.”

“Maybe you should get her a dog or something.”

“She’s got three cats! That’ll have to do.”

I knew they wouldn’t quiz me for too long, because they knew full well that I was a bit of a closed book. I barely ever opened up to them anyway, so it wasn’t like they could see any difference in how I was acting.
I was thankful for that, really. I loved and trusted my friends endlessly, but I still didn’t want to tell them what was going on between myself and Harry. It was still early days really, no matter how intense it was, no matter how deep our feelings. It wasn’t something that could just be innocent gossip, there were bound to be repercussions of people knowing. It felt best to just keep things quiet for as long as we physically could. We were already facing enough challenges without other people breathing down our necks.
But there were certain downsides to people not knowing, and I was about to encounter one of them.

“Guys, I have some news.” Ella sighed.

It was me, Kat, Ella and Gabby. Or, the ‘core four’ as we liked to call ourselves. I’d gone to uni with Gabby and Kat, and we’d picked up Ella at some point along the way after bumping into her numerous times on various nights down the pub. They were my girls.
The three of us sat forward, eager for her to continue, but a little worried thanks to the tone in her voice.
When I saw she had tears in her eyes, my worry turned to dread, my stomach fell to the floor.

“Tom broke up with me.” She trembled.

“Fuck. Off.” I gawped. “Fuck off. You’re kidding me?”

“He did it yesterday.”

“You’re having me on? There’s no fucking way!”

She shrugged, the tears finally spilling and Kat pulled her under her wing immediately, Ella hiding her face and sobbing uncontrollably.
The three of us looked at each other wide eyed, trying to grasp at what she’d just told us because it literally didn’t commute. Her and Tom had been together for years. We’d all been squealing about how we were expecting him to propose any day for months. I had always said, for as long as I could remember, that my aim in life was to find a boy who looked at me the way Tom looked at Ella.
I was utterly convinced they were perfect for each other.
It was kind of earth shattering for us, in that moment. We’d never known her without Tom. We never thought we would. And if that’s how we were feeling, I couldn’t imagine what she was feeling.
It was a while before she calmed down enough to lift her head back up and face our sad little faces again, and I was just waiting for Gabby to crack a joke, because that was exactly what she was good at and it was exactly the right thing to put a smile on Ella’s face, no matter how inappropriate the joke.

“Well, I’m fuming because I had money on you being the first one of us to get married. For god sake. What a let-down.”

Me and Kat laughed awkwardly, whereas Ella laughed appreciatively, wiping away her final few tears and trying to compose herself.

“Did he say why?” I questioned.

“I think this is the worst part.” She sighed.

“If he cheated on you, I will literally murder him.” Kat scowled, and I wasn’t entirely convinced she was joking.

“No. He just… fell out of love with me.” I thought I could hear her heart breaking as she said that. “No real reason behind it. Nothing happened. Nothing changed. He just… stopped loving me. He seemed just as gutted about it as I am but… it just happens, doesn’t it?”

All I could think in that moment was that I was absolutely baffled that anyone, in any situation, could manage to make a relationship work.
I think the only reason I wasn’t completely cynical and against the entire idea of relationship was because my parents had been so happy together before my father passed away. They loved each other so much.
But I couldn’t help but start thinking about how hard relationships were, even in really normal situations. It takes work to be with someone, and Ella was sat there in front of me telling us all that there was actually no good reason behind their break up, no argument, no cheating. Their relationship hadn’t spiralled out of control or ended bitterly… it just faded, disappeared in front of their eyes even though it was the last thing they wanted. That’s the kind of thing you can’t fight. You can’t work through something like that.
I felt sick. I felt so, so sick.

“That’s fucking horrible.” Kat shivered.

“I could tell that it killed him, telling me. It was horrifying. I wish… he’d done something to me. I wish he’d cheated or… just done something so I could be angry at him, but he hasn’t. He just doesn’t love me anymore.”

“I’m so sorry, El.” I reached out and took her hand in mine. “What we can do to cheer you up?”

“Can we just get very drunk and talk to lots of men?”

“You sure about that?” I cringed. “Most men are awful. It’s only going to make you feel worse.”

“I probably need reminding that men are awful, to be honest.”

“Okay, well, good news,” Gabby grinned. “Those lads at the bar look like absolute wankers, and there’s four of them, which gives us one each. Now we’re all single and lonely. Lulu, wave them over.”

“Absolutely not.”

“I’ll go get them.” Kat squealed, jumping up to her feet.

The girls would often try to pair me off with men we met on nights out, and they failed miserably every single time. I was thankful for that, because it meant that it wouldn’t be irregular for me not to show any of them attention, but I still didn’t want to go through with it. I usually humoured the girls a little by flirting, at least, even when I knew nothing would come of it, but I knew I wasn’t even going to do that. I couldn’t. It just wouldn’t feel right.
I was praying they wouldn’t pick up on it.
I watched awkwardly as Kat chatted to them briefly, pointing our way, and they definitely looked intrigued by us.

“Fuck sake.” I mumbled.

“They don’t look that bad.” Gabby lied to herself. “The blonde one is kinda cute.”

“No.” I shook my head.

“Why do you never go off with any of the boys we pick for you? You’ve never had a one night stand, Lulu, and you really should.”

“Because you all have terrible choice in men, basically. And I don’t want one, thanks!”

For a moment, I craved a regular relationship, one where I could openly tell my friends what was happening without having to worry. I wished I could just tell them that I wasn’t interested because I was actually in love with someone.
But it was Harry who I was in love with, and Harry brought drama and attention, two things I really didn’t want to put up with. I got enough bother just by knowing him.
I wished for some normality, just for a moment.

“I might.” Ella sulked, and it was clear that she was trying to convince herself that Tom was awful when we all bloody knew he wasn’t.

It wasn’t long before Kat was walking back over with the boys trailing quietly behind her, giving each other looks as if they thought they were really in there with us.
I shuffled around to make room, for them, scraping my stool across the floor to get as close to Ella and as far away from the boys as physically possible.

“Guys, this is Tom, Thomas and Tim.”

“You have to be fucking kidding me.” I mumbled to myself, as quietly as I could.

“All very similar names.” Gabby spoke loudly, not shying away like I was. “I don’t believe you. Are you fake naming us?”

They began chatting casual back and forth, adamant that they weren’t fake naming us and adamant that we got a bottle of wine for the table.
Ella leaned in closer to me, speaking quietly so only I could take in what she was saying.

“You have to teach me how to flirt,” She whispered. “Because I have no idea.”

“You think I do?” I squealed as quietly as I could. “Do you know me at all? I’m uselesss. I have you even seen the colour my cheeks go when I’m even near to an attractive person?”

“Oh my god I’m going to die alone. Oh my god.” She panicked. “Please die alone with me.”

I nodded, and took her hand in mine beneath the table, slotting our fingers together and squeezing her hand tightly, hoping the action with help her to hold back tears, and it seemed to.
In my desperate crave for a little bit of normality, I took my eyes to look at Ella, thinking of how much I trusted the girl and how that if I was going to tell anyone, it would have to be her. All I could think about was that it would be nice to speak with someone about my boyfriend, someone other than my bloody mother who I knew wasn’t 100% on the idea of it anyway. I wanted to have even just one person who knew about my relationship, just so I could talk about things and have someone there who could understand the position I was in.
Besides, it felt like the drama of my announcement might be something that could distract her from her current misery.

“You wanna go for lunch tomorrow?” I offered. “We need a catch up.”

“Yeah, sure.” She smiled. “Let’s get through tonight first.”

I let out a big sigh and nodded, the two of us dreading the evening ahead but not quite willing to admit it.
So we endured it. We endured the shit chat-up lines and we endured the mindless conversations, and we both endured our whirring minds that kept returning to boys who weren’t by our sides, and weren’t going to be by our sides any time soon.

Part Three

The room was spinning when I landed on my bed and stared up to my ceiling, hiccupping loudly and feeling a little bit sick.
It didn’t take me long to reach the conclusion that it was a wonderful idea to give Harry a call, because of course he’d want to speak to me at three o’clock in the morning when his sleeping pattern was already in tatters and I wouldn’t even remember it the next day. Ideal time to call.
But all I knew was I wanted to hear his voice.
The glow of my phone somehow made me even dizzier as I scrolled through my calls until I found his name, tapping and then putting him on speaker before placing my phone on my chest, closing my eyes, and listening to the dial tone.
It didn’t last long.

“Mm’ello?” Harry groaned, and it was obvious I’d just woke him up.


I managed to get a laugh out of him instantly, when really, I’d just been expecting him to groan and ask me why the hell I was calling him at such a ridiculous hour.
It was immediately noticeable that he wasn’t mad at me, and I was immediately relieved.

“I love you too.” He eventually giggled back. “What bloody time is it?”

“It’s late. I’m sorry. I got a bit drunk.”

“Yeah? You okay? Not throwing up or anything?”

“Uhh, not yet but… I might. I feel a bit sick. Got a kebab.”

“Was it nice? You had a nice night?”

“Nooooooo. No.” I turned on my side, my phone slipping and hitting the bed as I hiccupped again. “The girls were trying to force lads on me.”

“Hope you told them to fuck off and that you had a boyfriend.”

“Yeah but none of my friends even know I have a boyfriend.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re my boyfriend.”

He didn’t say anything. The only noise I could hear was a slight shuffling, like maybe he was repositioning himself, forcing himself to wake up a bit and go through this conversation without the risk of falling back to sleep at any moment, even though I couldn’t guarantee that I wouldn’t just start snoring whilst he was still chatting.

“Right. Shit. I didn’t really think about that.” He cleared his throat.

“So I went along with it a little bit but kept thinking ‘bout you.”

“Y’know, you can tell anyone you want. I don’t want you to feel like you can’t… talk about things with your mates. That’s not fair.”

“I’m gunna tell Ella. Don’t want everyone to know anyway. I’m gunna tell Ella. T’Ella.”

“Okay.” He tittered. “But, I just want you to know that… This is all on your terms, alright? You can tell anyone you want and talk about us as much as you want. If you need this to be… normal, then treat it like it is. If there are repercussions to that, it’s fine! We’ll deal with it. I don’t want you to think you have to hold back on how you feel. I think… Shit. Never mind.”

“Oh you can’t do that!” I complained. “Tell me what you were gunna say!”

He went quiet again, and the pounding in my head changed from the sign of a fun night into something completely different. I picked my phone up and turned it off speaker, trying to cover another hiccup as I sat upright and pressed my phone against my ear, waiting for his answer.

“Okay.” He sighed. “I just… I think you went long enough choosing to ignore your own emotions. I don’t now want you to have to do that through force or fear. This is yours! They’re your feelings and it’s your situation and… you can do whatever the fuck you want with it. Okay?”

I think I kind of sobered up a little, just hearing him say that. It may have seemed small, and insignificant, but it really meant so much. Harry was a private person, he didn’t care to share too many aspects of his life no matter how many people were interested to know. He kept quiet. It was an important part of how he dealt with his life.
He was willing to put all that aside and throw caution to the wind in order to help me feel like we could work together normally, and so I wouldn’t feel as though I had to purposefully hide emotions that I’d been subconsciously hiding for years. There was this obvious tone in his voice that made it clear that he really didn’t give a shit. It wasn’t like it was a big deal for him, something he’d given a lot of thought to and then reached this conclusion. It was simple. It was the obvious answer. It was a given.

“I love you.” I told him. “I’m still not gunna tell everyone but… Thank you. I’m glad that I can talk about it. That’s nice. You’re nice.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“I miss you so much.”

“I miss you too.” I heard him settling again. “It’s killing me. I’m not used to missing anyone this much.”

“I love you and you love me and everything is good.” I spoke absentmindedly as I slumped back down on my bed.

“I know I know, but I miss you. I miss that… thing we have.”

“What thing?”

“When… we’re together, fucking sparks fly, Lulu.” He sighed. “I mean… I kinda thought it would fade away but, it never has. It’s like… one of my favourite feelings in the world. Just being around you and… seeing and feeling those sparks. I dunno. I’ve just… I’ve never had anything like that before. I miss you so much and I just want you here with me, but… I miss those sparks too. I miss the feeling.”

“You get well deep when you’re tired.” I smirked. “I’m too drunk for this.”

“Fuck off, you!” He blurt out a heavy laugh. “You’re such a dick. Fuck off. Go to sleep.”

“I love you.” I smiled.

“I’m never sharing my feelings with you again, Little Lulu Lamb.”

I wished that he could lull me to sleep with a soft song. I wished I had that every night, his soothing voice quietly singing songs to me as I drifted into another realm. I wondered briefly if we’d ever be lucky enough to be in that position, where we weren’t in either his bed, or my bed, but we’d be in our bed. He could be there night after night, and I wouldn’t have to miss him so much.

“I didn’t get chance to speak to you yesterday,” I hiccupped for good measure. “But I love the song.”

“You listened?”

“Obviously. It’s amazing. My favourite from the whole album.”

“Yeah, well, you’re biased.”

“I don’t care. It’s blatantly the best one. But they’re all good. Well proud of you.”

“Thank you, Gorgeous. Now c’mon. Get some sleep.”

To say Harry loved praise so much, he actually couldn’t accept it that well. He’d just get all shy and struggle to think of the best way to respond. He’d just brush past it, place thanks on other people, ignore it, but he’d have this wonderful little smile on his face that proved the words had gone in.
I wished I could see it then.

“Goodnight, Haz.”

“Goodnight, Lamb. I promise I’ll see you soon, alright?”

But I couldn’t even reply. My head was too heavy on the pillow, my mind slipping from one state to another, and I fell asleep there and then, happy that his voice was the last thing to bless my ringing ears.

Part Four

I’d never woken up to so many texts in my damn life.
I knew it wasn’t a good sign.
I had texts from Harry, my mum, all my friends, even my boss had decided to this was something worth texting me about even though we’d never exchanged a word via that medium before. I should have predicted it wasn’t good news, but my head was already pounding from the numerous pints I’d knocked back the night before. I kind of figured I’d just done something exceptionally humiliating and they were all just taking the piss out of me for it.
That would have been a nicer thing to wake up to.
The text that really caught my attention, and stood out amongst the others, was the one from Gabby.

Why the fuck didn
’t you tell us you’re shagging Harry Styles? That’s very important information!

“You have to be kidding me? What the fuck?”

I then ignored everyone else and went straight to my messages from Harry, hoping it was there that I’d find some kind of explanation as to why it suddenly seemed like every single person I knew was well aware of something we’d tried to keep hidden.
His text was simple.

’t read the articles. Make all your social media private. Ignore everything. Just let it pass.

“No no no no no.” I finally sat upright, a curdling in my stomach.

Despite knowing better, the first thing I did was google Harry’s name and look at the most recent media articles, even though it was utterly predictable what had happened and viewing what they were saying word for word wouldn’t do me any good. But I genuinely couldn’t help myself.
The headline that greeted me made me roll my eyes so fast I thought they’d never come back down.
The article that followed made me want to hurl, especially since the picture of my face played such a big role.

Fuck the Daily Mail.”

Harry Styles finally ties himself down with childhood sweetheart.
Of all the supermodels our favourite former boyband member has sitting in his contacts waiting for that call back he promised them, it seems that heartthrob Harry has settled on your average girl next door, sparking hope amongst fans everywhere that they might one day be lucky enough to be a notch on his bedpost after all.
Twenty Two year old, Tallulah Lambert-

“That’s wrong. That’s all wrong. That’s not even my fucking name oh my god!”

-and Harry are rumoured to have made their relationship official after meeting again whilst the two of them were filming Dunkirk, Harry’s acting debut.

“Apparently I’m in Dunkirk. Brilliant. Nice journalism, fuckwits.”

“It was a slow start, but Harry’s really into her.” Said a source close to the two of them. “They grew up together so there are a lot of feelings there from when they were kids. He thinks she might be the one.”
It’s rumoured that Harry even turned down his on-and-off again girlfriend, Kendall Jenner, who wanted to give their relationship one last try, in the hopes of really making things work with Tallulah, who recently quit her job to spend more time on the road with her boyfriend as he pursues his solo career.
“She’s aware that if she’s not around all the time, he could lose interest pretty quickly, so she’s made sure she will always be there. Harry likes it, though. He likes being forced to commit or he just won’t.”

“Where the fuck did they even find that?” I gestured wildly at a picture of me and Harry from school, uniforms on and arms around each other, before scoffing loudly. “Quit my bloody job. Idiot. You should quit your job since you’re bloody useless at it.”

There were so many pictures of us. There were even some that I was convinced I’d never seen before from when we were younger. Then, of course, they brought up the pap pics that had been taken when I was out in fucking LA, and I swear I’d never regretted going somewhere so much before. The whole thing had been an absolute shambles, and it was still cropping back up to bite me.

The two love birds are yet to make an official statement and haven’t been seen together since February, but sources say that the two of them are still going strong after almost a year of dating.
But these things always end in heartbreak, and we hope Tallulah can stand the heat because the ovens about to get really hot.

“This is a joke.” I mumbled to myself, kind of laughing. “This is an absolute joke.”

I ignored all my unopened messages and went to call Harry instead, because he was literally the only person I cared about hearing from. I didn’t give a fuck what my friends had to say or my mum or my bloody boss and numerous other work colleagues who were once again being intrusive about my personal life, all I cared about was talking to Harry.
He answered relatively quickly.

“Hi, Little Lulu Lamb.” He replied, and he sounded so miserable I wanted to cry.

I hated the thought of him being sad. Of course it was frustrating, but all I could think was that it was done. It was done and we’d have to deal with it and there was no point beating ourselves up or feeling badly about it. We’d just have to deal with it. We didn’t have any other options.
I didn’t want to feel sad. It wouldn’t get us anywhere. And I really did not want Harry to be sad, because I knew it would be on my behalf more than on his own.
So I decided the only way forward, was to prove that I was unfazed by the bullshit the media had conjured up with little to no information.

“So, who the fuck is this Tallulah?” I smirked.

Hearing him burst out laughing was one of the nicest noises I’d ever heard, and I suddenly had this overwhelming feeling that we’d be okay, despite everyone knowing and despite the fact that we would have distance between us for the foreseeable future, I had the strange moment of calm.
Like maybe we could really make things work.
Like maybe our feelings really did put all those other trivial things to shame.

anonymous asked:

Can you tell me some good bechloe fanfics? :)

So i don’t know what you like the most, so i have a little bit of everything…?

Here some of my fav long-fics:

2000 Miles by OmACAgee 

And everyone wins by littlepip

Just Like Glass by recallthelove

If These Wings Could Fly (It Made Me Think Of You) by alexfkndanvers

10 Times - Busted by TheGrimLlama

Proving Them Right by cheeky_geek_m0nkey

Don’t You (Forget About Me) by Galpalkru

And here some one-shots (or just 2 chapters fics) :

They’ll Learn Much More (Than I’ll Ever Know) by Elisacollette

You Still Make Sense to Me (Your Mess is Mine) by wherehopelies

Under the Mistletoe by not_so_average_fangirl

One touch and I was a believer (every kiss it gets a little sweeter) and You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece by eliseboobman (bechloehuh)

Chloe Beale’s Pitchmas Santa by threadgoodethebard (elevenagain)

Don’t Stop by littlepip

The Sexual Implications of Teleportation by Care

Enjoy your reading! ;) 

flintandpyrite  asked:

Rey/phasma, kissing. Alternately whatever finnpoe you want to write.

“You have to be quiet,” Rey says, and there’s an edge to her voice, a cruel roughness. She’s already got her fingers wound tightly in Phasma’s hair; Phasma can feel callouses, rough against the nape of her neck. Rey’s eyes are bright and dark and very close, all at once. “Finn would never forgive me if—”

“I’ll be quiet,” Phasma breathes, but Rey is already there, her mouth against Phasma’s mouth and her neat, rounded nails scraping Phasma’s scalp. She makes noise, though, when Phasma nips at her lip—a long, slow sigh and then something like a laugh, swallowed up by their tongues.

Rey’s mouth is still red during the intelligence briefing. Phasma takes impeccable notes on her datapad, and only manages to glance at her eight times over the course of a half-hour.


The first time is an accident. Rey on her tiptoes, flinging her arms around Phasma’s neck and the furious, messy collision—too much teeth, Phasma was still bleeding from the split lip the next day. A gesture of nothing except thanks, one of those backwater, dirtball habits a Jakku scavenger has. Rey rushed off afterwards to explain her plan to Luke Skywalker, and Phasma had stood there barely breathing for two minutes, the sensation of the scavenger’s mouth lingering like a brand.

The second time isn’t an accident. There’s still too much teeth.

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I Put a Spell on You (II)

Prompt: The flowers in the garden are the woman’s most prized possessions - for good reason.

Summary: Y/N owns a magical garden in the quiet woods of Southern France. There, she tends to her flowers- the things that keep her safe, that give her purpose. No wonder they’re her prized possession, but will her wellbeing be threatened when the deceiving Unseelie Fae set their eyes on her?

Warnings: none

Pairing: Bucky x Witch!Reader

I  Masterlist

Originally posted by autumnsoulss

The next morning, you woke up to the sunrise shining through the eastern-facing windows, bluebirds chirping in the trees, the low hum of bees happily taking the pollen from your flowers. Lolling your head to the right, you saw your patient lying peacefully on the floor, a serene expression gracing his face. You decided to begin your morning routine while you waited for him to wake up.

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Caught in the crossfire|Part II

✖ Characters/relationships: Percival Graves x Reader, Reader’s parents

✖ Genres: Smut, worry, angst

✖ Summary: Yours and Percival’s relationship becomes pretty steady but you have to get your mother’s approval.

✖ Disclaimer: All characters are at least 21 y/o unless stated otherwise.

✖ Word count: 5977

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Worlds Collide (Part 4)

Castiel x Reader, Misha x Reader?

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: language, some fluff, smut, embarrassment (reader), angst, cheating.

A/N: Through my vicious, bloody battle with writer’s block, this came out. So yeah, here it is. The pics in the collage are not mine.

Worlds Collide Master List

You rolled over and grabbed the warm torso of your angel, who lay naked beside you. There was nothing you loved more than waking up beside him, knowing that he kept you safe through the night. You slid your hand up his broad chest, taking in the sweet scent that always seems to radiate from him.

“Good morning,” you murmured as you leaned in and kissed his creamy skin.

Cas peered down at you with a sweet smile. “Good morning, Y/N.” He gently lifted your chin up with his finger, forcing your eyes to meet. His lips met yours before you could take another breath. The angel quickly crawled over you, placing himself between your legs as his tongue dominated your mouth.

“Mmm,” you moaned into his mouth as your fingers snaked over his skin. You broke the kiss, chuckling as you stared up at Cas. “Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” you toyed.

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Not Dead Yet (Part 37)

*I was gonna save this for Friday but I just realized I now have over 400 of you beautiful people following me so here’s an early update for you lovelies!*

Pairing: Reader x Peter Pan

Warnings: language, smut ;)

I tore through the jungle shouting for the boys but no one came. I could feel a knot in my stomach tightening the longer I went without seeing or hearing anybody. I couldn’t hear anything besides the wind on the trees. Finally up ahead I noticed the waning light of a fire and bolted for it. As I ran my foot tripped a line causing a bunch of empty coconut shells somewhere to fall. An alert system?

The second the noise went off the fire was doused out and I could hear the rustling of a dozen or more footsteps heading towards me. I readied my dagger just in case. Though I couldn’t see I knew the group was surrounding me. “Who’s out there?” I called to the darkness.

“Weapons down.” I heard a familiar voice shout to the others. A torch was lit casting the jungle in a dim light. All around me were the Lost Boys I had saved from target practice with Rufio holding the torch. “Y/N! You’re back!”

“Yeah, I said I would be. What the hell happened here?” I gestured to the dark island, “I leave for an hour and Peter throws a tantrum, is that it?”

“What are you talking about?” Rufio asked, “Y/N you’ve been gone for weeks.”

“Weeks? No that’s not possible.” I shook my head. What had those spinster women done? “Rufio, you need to tell me everything that’s happened since I left.”

They walked me back to their camp and lit the small fire again. After I left things had been civil at first but when I had been gone for a couple days the new boys and the older ones started to resent one another. The new boys hated how I was allowed to leave whenever I pleased but they were forced to stay and started demanding the same rights as me. Peter had tried explaining why it was alright for me to leave and no one else to less than amiable results. The two sides split completely when the newer boys tried to make easy targets of them again and it was Rufio who got them to retreat before more damage could be done. Since then the two groups had been at each other’s throats.

I asked them what Peter was doing during all this. After the groups split the new boys hadn’t seen Peter and assumed he was on the side of the older boys.

Why does it seem that Neverland cannot be held together? Were we jinxed? Did I step on a leprechaun? What is with all the bull shit bad luck!

“Well Rufio, you did the right thing getting away before they could kill all you slimy traitors but we are ending this dumb war now.” I stood up and motioned for them to do the same, “I’m assuming that you all have had some sense to scout and know where their camp is, right?”

“I thought you said she would be on our side!” One of the kids spoke up and the others shouted in agreement.

“Why the hell would I be on your side?” I shoved the kid back down, “I am loyal to Peter and my brothers. The only reason I helped you was because it was inhumane. The truth is you’re all such a crowd of whiny useless brats that I can’t get a good night’s sleep anymore because you’re up crying your eyes out for your stupid parents! I want you gone so we can get some boys that actually want to be here and won’t frag us down!”

“I want to be here,” Rufio was quick to intercede.

“Yeah, because you heard the pipes and came of your own free will. The rest of you act like you’re on holiday until you decide you want to leave. This isn’t an island for dreamers anymore. You come here you stay here, clear as that. You want to leave? I’ll make sure you leave.” I withdrew the small handful of beans in my pocket. “But first I need to know, is there anyone here that wants to stay on Neverland and be a Lost Boy? This will be your only chance, after this I will not assist you with escaping again no matter how much you beg.”

Rufio was the first to raise his hand. A couple more looked at each other and raised their hands as well. “Alright. Boys that are staying get behind me.” the boys stood up and lined up behind me. “Now the ones that wish to leave come take a bean. The way to use a magic bean are simple. Drop it on the ground, think of the place you want to go and step through. It is a one way trip and if you make a mistake and end up somewhere else it’s your own fault. Understood?”

The boys nodded and collected their beans. The remaining Lost Boys and I stepped back as the leaving boys dropped their beans on the ground and disappeared into the portals. Once the last portal had closed I turned to the four remaining boys in the party and had them lead me to the other camp.


“Rufio I’m really not in the mood.”

“I know I just was wondering why you have that book.”

I had almost forgotten I was carrying it. Why had the spinster sisters given me this? What was so special about it? “I’m not sure yet.” I was tempted to open it and look but this wasn’t the right time.

In the distance I could make out the creeping light of another camp through the trees. A silhouette bolted to my right. “If anyone shoots me I’ll break their neck.” I shouted to the lookout.

Their was no answer. We walked into the camp and a dozen weapons were instantly pointed at us. “You all are a bunch of idiots, put them down.”

“Y/N,” Devin ran up to me, “You’re alive!”

“Of course I am. I’m gonna live forever.” While the camp was happy to see me they glared at the boys I had brought along. “They’re okay. They actually want to be here.”

“That so?” Devin shot daggers at Rufio over my shoulder.

“Yes. The ones that didn’t want to be here are gone for good. From now on we are brothers, got it?”

Devin took in a deep breath and shook his head no. “I can’t. They betrayed us, betrayed Pan. You may be his second in command, Y/N, but that doesn’t give you the authority to let whomever you say to stay or leave. I’m not letting them back into camp until Pan says so.”

“Fair enough. Where is he?”

“Right here.” Peter blinked next to my side nearly giving me a heart attack. “Scare you?”

“You are such an imp.” I muttered under my breath. “What do you say? Can they stay?”

He pretended to contemplate it for a moment before shaking his head as well. “Sorry pet, but they did commit treason.”

“Oh please, what do you care? I would have thought this would all just be one big game for you.”

“It is and be saying they can’t come back, I’ve won.”

“That’s cheating, don’t you think?”

“I made the game, I make the rules. I think you can hardly call that cheating. It is the way of Neverland.”

“Way of Neverland huh?” The book felt heavy in my arms. “Let’s just see about that.” I flipped open the book and noticed it was some kind of storybook. An entire history of Neverland. “Once upon a time there were children.” I read, “Children who would fly away in their dreams to a land unlike any other where they would play and forget their woes. A place where only children could venture.”

“What is this?” Peter tried to take the book from me but I tugged it back to me.

“This place was called, Neverland. With it’s lush green trees and sparkling lagoons it was a perfect realm of fantasy, impossibility, magic and freedom. Without the dreams of children though it was nothing but a spit of paradise in an otherwise barren world. That was until a babe no bigger than a jackrabbit was flown to the island on a pair of fairy wings. This babe would come to be known as–”

“Stop!” Peter shouted at me. The desperation in his eyes was overwhelming.

I stepped closer so only he could hear me and whispered, “I will close this and never open it again if you stop this feud now. I promise.”

He closed the cover of the book and turned to the boys behind me. “Betray me again and it will be your heads.”

The boys nodded and ducked away from his gaze. I grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the camp. When we were far enough away I stopped and dropped the book on the ground. “I’m sorry. I knew I promised never to mention what you told me but–”

“Where were you?”


“You were gone for weeks.” He towered over me, “Where were you?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Cause I don’t! I just wanted away from Neverland and I ended up in some forest in the dead of winter. I didn’t even think I was gone for an afternoon then I came back and for some reason it’s weeks later. I was hoping you could explain that to me.”

He rested his forehead against mine and sighed, “You didn’t mean to be away that long, did you?”

“Of course. You know I wouldn’t leave for more than a day or two.”

“You’re okay?”


“You’re never going to open that book again?”

“Yes.” I took in a deep breath, “I really am sorry. I didn’t know what it was until I opened it. I didn’t want to but I didn’t see another way in which you would stop the feud that didn’t involve another month long silent treatment.”

“Where did you get that thing anyway?” he cast his glance to the book at our feet.

“The spinster women I met in the other realm gave it to me. They said it was important I had it.”

“Spinsters? How many?”

“Three old ladies. They looked strange.”

“Drooping lip, big thumb, huge foot?”

“Yes! How did you know?”

“Those were the three spinster seers that told me how I could escape my curse. How did you find them?”

“I just did. They gave me the book and some tea, told me some things and it was over before I could comprehend what was going on. Should I be worried?”

“Depends, what did they tell you?”

“That there was a lot of hardships I was going to face and something about flowers I think. I don’t know it all sounded like useless mumbo jumbo.”

“Hey, hey,” he held my face gently, “It’s okay, I’m here. Everything is going to be okay.”

“You’re not mad?”

“No. I was a little concerned when you didn’t come back though.”

“I’m here now.”

“Yes, yes you are.” he pulled my face closer until my lips met his. I couldn’t remember a time when he kissed me so softly before.

I melted into the kiss wrapping my arms around his middle and pulling him closer towards me. We broke for air, the small whisper of a smile on his face as he watched me through half lidded eyes. There was a whirl of air around us and the next moment I knew it we were standing in the room underneath Peter’s Thinking Tree. “I figured you’d be more comfortable down here.”

“Ever the gentleman.” he wrapped his arms around my waist pushing me closer so there was no space between us and kissing me deeper. I want more moments like these. No fighting. No curses. No pirates or Lost Boys or spinsters to interfere. If I could just get more moments like this with him Neverland truly would be paradise.

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Request: I’m halfway through Paterson and it is beautiful. I’m tempted to ask if you could write a fic where Kylo Ren goes undercover as Matt because he has a crush on reader and tries to write poetry about her, and eventually he (and his poem) gets found out by her. But idk if that comes off as a stupid idea/selfish request, and don’t know if requests are open in general. Don’t want to step on any toes. D: This movie is breathtaking.

A/N: I had this saved in my drafts bc I had responded a while back and I finally got the chance to write it. Thank you so much for this request, I loved the idea and I hope you enjoy!

Warning: None

Word Count: 4.3K+

There was something about you, something about your aura that caught the commanders attention. The way you carried yourself: a gentle smile on your face, a perfect posture and a sense of contentment reflecting off of you. It was rather odd, at least in the mans eyes to see someone so…lively. In the Order, there had never been a person who made the dull ship seem as if a sun had been shining through it–yet, somehow you did.

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My predictions/wishes for The Future, and beyond.

The next episode is nearly upon us, and because like many of us who appreciate and care about Castiel, are casually wandering what is next for him. I want to write about what I want to happen on thursday. This is a complete gut feeling, mixed with some “research” that I need to do to make some sense so this doesn’t looks like one of my usual ramblings. This is serious, I want this to happen, even if it hurts a little.

First, some context. I just noticed that the first time we meet Cas on “Lazarus Rising” SPN 04x01 , (I personally named it “The First Blind Date”) while been interrogated by Dean, Cas starts to rummaging on a book that I assume Boby brought to the barn for the sigils that they used all over the place. This becomes a kind of trade of Cas when he meets with the boys, or while is questioned about something that he can be completely honest to discuss, he start to check papers of a current case or opens a book like trying to read it, I interpreted this as a kind of gimmick to avoid confrontation.

I know I saw this several times in other scenes, but other concrete episode was the “The Third Man” SPN 06x03 when he is being questioned about Sam’s return from hell and the civil war in heaven. So, my point is, we have come to know the traits of how Lucifer interacts with almost every other character that Mark Pellegrino uses constantly and Misha Collins portrayed very well in every detail.

As research, I review the interaction of Chuck and supposedly Lucifer inside Cas on the bunker in “We happy Few” SPN 11x22. He is holding a book while Chuck tries to start a sort of conversation with him, asking the mandatory questions about how he was and how he had changed. I believe that in this particular scene, Lucifer let Cas talk directly to Chuck, because both felt the same about how he left them. I can’t avoid to think about how in “Dark side of the moon” SPN 05X16, Cas was broken and disappointed with Chuck and the way he talked to him. You can say, maybe later when he brought him back to life he understood that he was making a kind of amendment, and forgave his words. And also later is the I ignore Chuck issue, when Lucifer is expelled by Amara from Castiel’s vessel, and when Chuck is dying Cas makes no effort on taking care of him or offered any company or assistance.

But this brought me to the prediction/wish that I been cooking lately about the next episode and the rest of the season. I believe that Joshua by Chuck’s orders made him or will upgrade Castiel to an Archangel. I think Chuck saw Castiel in that interaction, and how he stood in front of him without fear and told him in his face “screw you” from Lucifer and the second “screw all of you” from Castiel. Chuck knows that Cas has evolved beyond an Seraphim by his own means and will to serve humanity, his most precious creation, that he also learned to love trough Dean Winchester. I think he choose this time as perfect opportunity to give him the chance to stand alone in front of Lucifer and the Nephilim. And also, as you know in Jewish lore Cassiel the angel in which Cas is based was an Archangel.


Now, As I can´t avoid to look through the spoilers, I think this will happen along the next episodes, and “The future” will be the point where Cas decides to accept the actual change from Seraph to Archangel, in order to protect The Winchesters, to find Kelly and the Nephilim, that I’m not sure if he will end up protecting or have the guts to kill because of this change.

Here comes the “but”. At first you can say its great news for we the fans of Cas and how much we miss to see him with his wings and with full celestial powers. But, I have to remind you how he reacts when he is given power, exactly like Lucifer. Anyone remembers Godstiel? And also the probability that in the process of this significant change that it has to be made to evolve Castiel into an Archangel, explained by Chuck himself: “stuff of primordial creation” they probably had to reset him to factory settings.

Yes, probably forgetting everything he lived in this past 8 years with Dean and Sam Winchester. Maybe he will remember all but with a “different point of view”, as an Archangel, specifically about “humanity. I hope I’m wrong about this gloomy possibility, and right about the perspective of this mayor evolution for Castiel because of the need for a matching power against Lucifer. I will love to see him full of grace with all his powers and celestial capabilities like in season 4, and also as a shiper I want to believe that Cas will choose this, and the first thing that he will have in mind when he accept this, will be the possibility of becoming a stronger and better ally in the protection of “humanity” (cleans a little tear of feels about this).

To finish this delirant and desperate “prediction”. I want to believe, (oh X files, you taught me well about paranoia and speculation) that Cas will protect Kelly and Lucifer´s spawn because of “Lilly sunder has some Regrets” SPN 12x10. For the way Cas said: “Ignorance is no excuse” and how bad he felt in being part of the killing of a supposed Nephilim at that time. For this he needs redemption. Thru all the episodes centered on Cas of this season the same doubts and questions are presented about how he looks at himself. Is he an angel of the lord? Part of the Winchester family? A useful tool for his brothers when they need someone who do the job?

 How about Castiel the Archangel decides to ignore, first heaven that sees him as a incarnated blasphemy for his love to “humanity”. Second, he could take some time apart and away from his love for the Winchesters, whom I believe are taking him for granted. And finally he can ignore the ancient beliefs of what exactly an abomination like Lucifer’s child could bring to the world. As it supposedly never happened, how they can be sure that such creature will surely became something evil/negative? Let Castiel the Archangel to decide.

Ice Dancing (Jimin, OC) Part 3


“Hey kiddo, time to wake up.”

Jimin ruffled his younger brother’s flop of brown hair and patted his cheek gently. The latter groaned in complaint and tried to swat his hand away; quite ungracefully as it didn’t even touch his older brother’s hand with how he was practically still half asleep.

Jimin chuckled at Jacob's—or Jay as what he’s called—attempt before shaking him a little more forcefully, causing the younger to whine in protest.

“Okay… hyung! I’m awake. Stop—“

"Are you sure? Do I need to flip you off this bed?”

Jay glared at his brother. “You’re mean.”

Jimin smirked. “You know I’m not.”

“You’re right. Tae Tae hyung said you’re evil.”

“And you believe him?”

“He says Santa really exists and that it was scientifically proven that he lives in the North Pole. Yup, Tae Tae hyung is smart!” The kid smiled lazily as he tried to keep his eyes open.  

Jimin sighed amusedly before pulling the curtains aside to let in some light. It was the blue hour, just at the brink of sunrise and Jimin couldn’t really blame his brother for having a hard time waking up.

“Yeah… I think we need to stop hanging out with Taehyung too often.”

“That’s what he told me about you!” Jay said which made Jimin chuckle, knowing Taehyung would actually really say that to try and steal his little brother away.

“Oh yeah? But you have to admit… Hyung is cooler than Tae Tae hyung right?” Jimin said as he helped the eight-year old out of his bed and pulled him onto his feet.

There was a moment of silence.

“Are you actually thinking about this?” Jimin asked incredulously which made Jay laugh. “Why you little—“

The little boy squealed as Jimin initiated a tickle fight, attacking his sides which Jimin knew was his most vulnerable spot. Right there, Jimin forgot his problems momentarily; with the whole skating and ‘save my career’ fiasco that’s currently keeping him up at night.

With Jay, he could just be himself and not have to put up his "champion-athlete” front.

It was a few years ago when their parents passed of a terrible accident. Jimin, who was only sixteen then, was already a competitive skater in the juniors division while Jay was merely three-years-old.

Jay was so young when he was left under Jimin’s care and the older was terrified to death when he thought he would be taken away from him considering they were still both minors. But Seokjin, their amazing and most beloved cousin, had come in and took them under his wing for a few years until Jimin was old enough to take care of Jacob on his own.

With Jimin’s success in his skating career, he was able to do just that: provide a home for the both of them and even support his schooling. Jimin was basically a parent at what’s supposed to be the prime of his youth. Though he never saw it as a downside.

In fact, he didn’t mind it at all. He would rather take care of his brother than do all those things kids his age usually do: like partying or dating.  

Jimin would do anything to keep his little brother with him. The only family they got was each other, after all.

He listened with a smile as Jay talked animatedly about his camping trip this weekend. They had gotten up extra early today since the bus would leave at 6 A.M. which should take them up north to a wilderness reserve. Jimin was against it at first, not wanting to have Jay so far from him but after much pleading from his little brother and assurances from his teachers that they would be completely safe, Jimin gave in and thought what kind of a brother would he be if he didn’t let him go out and explore?

He just hoped there weren’t any bears in that place.  

“When you get there I want you to send me a text, okay?” Jimin said as they pulled over at the front of the school. “I know there might not be signal in the woods but before you actually go in, please let me know—”

“Yes, hyung.“ Jay huffed while rolling his eyes. Jimin had been talking nonstop during the drive even though he probably gave him the whole safety speech for the hundredth time that week. "I know I know, you even told Mr. Brown about it remember?”

Jimin sighed as he pulled out his camping bag from the trunk. He caught one of the parents looking at his car and smiled inwardly. His BMW has always been a sight for sore eyes.

“Just be careful okay?” Jimin said as he placed the hat over the little boy’s head and helped him wear his backpack.

“It’s two nights hyung.” Jay rolled his eyes and Jimin wondered if Taehyung taught him to sass like that. “The worse that could happen is that I forget to brings insect repellant.”

“You did?!”

“No. you packed it yourself remember? And a spare too on my other bag.” Jay reminded him and Jimin sighed in relief. “I’ll be back before Monday!“

"I mean it, Jay. Behave.” Jimin said before pulling him in for a bone-crushing hug. “Love you.”

“I—I can’t breathe—"

“That’s not the reply I was looking for~” Jimin teased as he hugged him tighter.

“Okay I love you too hyung—can you please let go?”

Jimin chuckled and let go eventually, patting his back. “Have fun.”

Jay tipped his hat before jogging towards the bus where the other kids were. Jimin watched him go and was surprised when just before he boarded the bus, his little brother looked back and waved goodbye with the brightest smile on his face and somehow that made Jimin feel a lot less worried knowing his brother was going to have a blast.

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Mitch Rapp II Worth Saving Part 3

Originally posted by sterekgeek

Author: Stilinski-Stydia-Obrien

Word Count: 2,600

Warnings: Swearing (sorry) Violence, mention of blood, a gun. ehm I think that’s everything :/

A/N: So sorry that this has taken me forever to write and sorry that it’s not that long. I’m such a terrible person and have kept putting off writing this but it’s finally written and I hope you enjoy it. Huge thanks to @thelittlestkitsune for reading it over and making sure it all made sense. And to @mf-despair-queen for continually encouraging me to keep at it. Oh and can’t forget @ellie-bee242 who helped me get through the awful writers block I was having with this part. I love you guys all so much and I hope you enjoy.

Please let me know what you thought of this part and if you would like me to keep writing this fic. And apologies for the awful punctuation

Again hope you enjoy.

His name was Ennis Vossen. After stepping into the car that night you learned everything you needed to know about him and the people that worked for him. He wasn’t a very nice man and his business wouldn’t exactly be classed as legal. But he was nice to you, he took care of you and made you feel like maybe you had someone that would be there to look after you. Someone who would care for you. Something you had always wished to have. So you stuck by him for two years. At the two year mark he trusted you enough to let you in on the business he did. He trained you, worked you hard, wouldn’t go easy on you if you were struggling. You needed to be prepared. You needed to be able to fight, able to protect yourself and if it came to it; able to kill. You spent every night in the warehouse working on getting your strength and stamina up until you became good. Good enough to get out there and fight.

You had been under Ennis’ wing for almost six years now. You had become great at what you do. Ennis would even call you his greatest accomplishment. And tonight was like any other night, Ennis had walked into your room, file in hand and told you to get ready. He dropped the file on your desk and started to explain the mission. 

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