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ACTUAL LONG-SUFFERING SINGLE DAD CHRISTOPHER PIKE

anonymous asked:

....... *grabs nearby knife* Who was that woman that hurted our beautiful sunshine angel?? ..... Yoongi and Taehyung would you mind going on a killing spree with me?? 😈😈🔪🔪

Come Quietly [NSFW]

Pairing: Mystrade (Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade)
Word count: 4000
Tags: explicit sex; restraints; fluff and filth
Excuses: who I am as a person

It was just past nine PM when the sound of footsteps tugged Mycroft from his focus. He lifted his weary eyes from the laptop screen to find his office door opening. An attendant admitted a visitor in silence, nodded, shut the door and left.

It was Greg. He was dressed for work - coat, clean white shirt, entirely serious expression. Before Mycroft could ask, Greg reached a hand for the brass key kept in the door, twisted it and locked it.

“Can you step away from the laptop please, Mr Holmes?” he said.

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Miss Me? - Part One

Pairing: CrowleyxReader

Summary: Crowley finds out you’ve been spending a lot of time with Dean fixing cars and shit and decides to show you you’re his

Warnings: Smut smut smut ladies and germs. Oh and swearing probably

Word Count: 1,515

A/N: This is going to be a two parter. Pure smut ladies and gents! Requests are open! Leave me some feedback y'all it helps a lot :)
A/N2: I am also currently working on a request for Crowley, so keep your eyes peeled for that ;)
(Ps: I hope the tags work because some people were saynig that it didn’t tag them in my last one sooo yep)

Supernatural Masterlist


(gif not mine yo)

Originally posted by dean-winchester-crush


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Edible Roses 🌹

Stumbling upon an adorable flower shop one night after work, you couldn’t help but notice the beautiful roses outside and equally as beautiful man working within. What will happen when this same man turns out to be an amazing cook? Continue to find out…!!

FlowerShop!Au |  Kyungsoo  x  Reader

Genre: Fluff | Warning/s: none |

Words: 2500 | One-Shot |


Your pace was slowly yet steadily decreasing as you made your way through the dimly lit streets. Not eating since the night before finally catching up to you.. Yet, you were too exhausted after the long day at work to take a small detour to aid your grumbling stomach.

A sigh slipped past your lips, as you moved to turn a corner instantly being bathed within the moon’s regenerating light. You bit back your smile as anticipation for the weekend bubbled up within you. A free weekend was too good to pass up. You had so, so many dramas to catch up on, alone. You were about to cross the road when, your eyes landed on various baskets full of bouquets, in front of the most adorable flower shop that had housed a welcoming warm yellow glow. Moving away from the kerb side, you noticed roses to the far right, followed by French tulips, Carolina jasmine, and some purple sweet pea combined with small black-eyed Susan’s. Unknowingly your mouth fell open and your eyes began sparkling with delight, feeling completely re-energised.

You had grown to absolutely adore flowers, after receiving so many through deliveries at work. The white sneakers you wore inched closer to take in the sweet scent of the small bouquet of white and red roses. Sighing in bliss and how beautiful it smelled, you couldn’t possibly picture spending your weekend without this heavenly bouquet.

A ding of the bell beside the door echoed through the shop, as you pushed open the wooden door with your right hand that wasn’t supporting the small bouquet of roses. Instantly, the fragrance of flowers was overpowered by the most appetizing smell. Cold shivers ran down your spine, as your body yearned to be fed. Trying to not to let any drool fall, you instead admired how well decorated the small flower shop was. The walls of white contrasted perfectly with the pots of green tropical plants with wide leaves, that divided the baskets of bouquets from the potted plants. The empty serving counter was framed by vines with small blooming flowers, atop had a pile of clear wrapping cellophane. The guitar from outside was slightly drowned out but the wooden door but still audible within the silent shop. ‘How have I never come inside such a cute shop?!’, you exclaimed in thought.

Silently clearing your throat, you shyly spoke out, “Chogiwa? Uhm, excuse me?”, you set down your bouquet gently atop the cellophane. Hearing the shhh of something frying out the back, you bravely ventured toward the sound.

Popping your head into the small kitchen behind the flower shop. You spotted a man in a pink jumper with light brown hair, in far corner looking for something with his back to you. Your senses were completely taken over by the smell of chicken stir-fry, that was shimmering within the large wok. So much so that, you were about to rush over and help yourself. But by the little self-control you manifested, you gripped onto the door frame, stopping yourself.

Hearing your voice above the sound of food, the man attempted to quickly get his head out of the fridge. Instead he let out a pained gasp as he hit his head on the top. Rubbing his head with his spare hand he muttered something about forgetting to close the flower shop.

You stood there mouth agape staring at this man’s -surprisingly attractive- back with a tinge of worry.

Spinning around, he placed the fresh coriander onto the work bench before his dough eyes met yours. Instantly, your heart stopped.

Only able to feel heat rise and settle on your cheeks.

You froze. And so, did he.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could write Hux being really stressed between going back to work after having a baby and said baby keeping him up all night, but Kylo does his best to relieve Hux's stress?

I made this omega hux, I hope you don’t mind!

For the umpteenth time this shift, Hux yawns.

He doesn’t even try to shield it behind his hand, choosing to let a moan out with it in the hopes that it’ll help quell their frequency. His eyes water this time and he blinks wearily, fearing that his next blink will mean he’ll collapse into sleep.

“General?”

Hux jumps, startled by Mitaka’s voice and a gentle poke in his arm.

“What, Lieutenant?” Hux turns, seeing the timid beta holding his datapad and stylus out to him to take.

“The documents for the armoury review need your signature, sir,” Mitaka says, and Hux takes the stylus from the beta’s hands and signs, scribbling an illegible scrawl on the dotted line. “Thank you, sir. If you’ll forgive my bluntness, sir, you look…exhausted.”

Exhausted’, Hux thinks, is being polite. Every joint in his body aches and every movement brings new pain to his back. He’s sure he’s been mistaken for a ghost at least once this week because of his abnormally pale pallor and weary walk along the corridors of his ship. Regardless, a standard of work is expected of him as General and he isn’t going to let his reputation slip because of his own tiredness.

“Having a four-month old baby is guaranteed to disrupt your schedule,” Hux replies, rubbing his eyes, adding ‘dark circles’ to his growing list of ailments.

“Ah! Of course,” Mitaka nods. “Is Roux keeping you awake?”

“He’s completely restless. He’s active at night and sleeps during the day,” Hux rolls his eyes, handing the datapad back to Mitaka. “Just like his father.”

Mitaka smiles and begins to reassure Hux that little Roux will settle into a routine soon enough, even telling the omega about his sister and her pup for extra backing.

Halfway through, Hux yawns again, but this time, tries his best to hide it.


After finishing his shift, reviewing reports in his office and overseeing a training session of the KQ-squadron of Stormtroopers, Hux feels like he may keel over on the walk back to his quarters.

He’s hungry, he’s tired, and he’s so very desperate to see his mate and his pup.

The door to his chambers opens upon his approach and Hux immediately sees Kylo sitting on the couch, their baby lying flat on his chest and sleeping soundly. Hux’s heart flutters at the sight; the most feared alpha in the galaxy, blood of royals, soul of fire, and gently humming his son to sleep whilst cuddling him close to his chest.

“You look terrible,” Kylo whispers, smirking, patting Roux gently on the bottom to keep him soothed.

“He sleeps for you,” Hux complains, rolling his eyes. “You hold him and he’ll drop right off. But for me, the one who carried him and birthed him? Clearly, I’m asking too much.”

After shedding his greatcoat, jacket and pulling off his boots, Hux eases himself down onto the couch beside Kylo, sighing and leaning against his mate’s arm.

Roux doesn’t stir, not even when Hux cups his head and strokes his dark hair back into place, still a little damp after his bath.

“Do you want him?” Kylo asks, rubbing his cheek against the top of Hux’s head, and the omega hums positively in response.

Kylo eases his pup off of his chest and passes him over into Hux’s arms, but the alpha gives Roux a gentle kiss on his head before settling him down into his mother’s arms. Hux can’t help but let out a content exhale as he feels Roux’s healthy weight in his arms, hearing the sounds of his quiet breaths as he sleeps. His white and red sleepsuit is soft against Hux’s arms and he sucks on his pacifier, making gentle noises that makes his parent’s heart’s just melt.

“How has he been?” Hux asks, rocking Roux absently.

“Fine. Good,” Kylo nods, draping his arm across the back of the couch and moving as close to his omega as he can, kissing his neck. “He cried for you this morning just after you left. But I lay him down in your spare greatcoat for a while and he settled. Must’ve been your scent that calmed him down.”

Hux can’t help but grin at the thought of his pup wanting him. Roux stirs, and both Hux and Kylo hush him, and his Papa reached out to pop his pacifier back between his lips when it slips out.

“Stars, Hux,” Kylo murmurs. “I can feel your tension. Put Roux down into his crib, and what do you say I get the massage oils out and untie the knots in your neck.”

Kylo kisses his omega’s cheek, moving his hand to rub Hux’s back, pressing down on the tight muscles.

“Oh, Ren,” Hux says, stifling a moan. “That sounds heavenly. But I want to sit here with my family for a little while longer.”

Kylo doesn’t reply, only smiles in response as he kisses Hux again, then quietly stares down at Roux, and Hux can hardly believe that two chaotic and lost souls like him and Kylo could create something so small and so innocent like little Roux Ren.

effleurermonamourgravel  asked:

Greaves x younger reader- possibly something about how the reader feels that she needs to live up to his level, so when she fails at something she has been trying to achieve for a long time, she breaks down and Graves fluffs us all up <3333

It’s finally done!! @effleurermonamourgravel I am SO SORRY this took so long, but the story turned out longer than I expected! I hope this story is what you were expecting, and that it’s not too bad!! 


So This Is Love (Percival Graves x Reader)

“Hey.” You felt a gentle shake. “You need to wake up now.” You mumbled something incoherent and turned your head, but the voice was persistent and it (maybe it was a he?) was now calling your name urgently, but it was still soft, and was that… was that amusement? Your eyes snapped open and your attention was caught by the weight on your shoulder, which turned out to be Percival Graves’ warm hand. His slightly amused gaze met your embarrassed one, and as he motioned for you to focus on the terribly boring meeting, you couldn’t help but notice how the slight crinkles at the edge of his dark eyes added to his attractiveness, to his charm. You noticed that his body was subtly angled so your sleeping form had gone unnoticed by everyone else in the room, something you were extremely grateful for and you made a mental note to get him one of those apple pies he seemed to love.

When the meeting was finally over, you made a beeline to the door, hoping to escape any questioning or beratement about why you chose what was perhaps the most important meeting of your fledgling career to fall asleep. You cringed however, when you felt a light tap on your shoulders, and hanging your head, you immediately followed your boss to his office, praying to the gods that you weren’t about to be fired. Because that would suck. A lot.

The heavy oak door closed behind you with a thud that sounded disapproving, and you shifted uncomfortably while you waited for whatever scolding you were sure you were about to receive from Mr Graves. Bracing yourself, you were surprised when a cup of hot cocoa was placed on his desk in front of you. You cocked your head confusedly at the director who sat down comfortably, sipping on his own cup of cocoa. Gesturing for you to sit, you did as he asked, and he scrutinised you, though not unkindly. It was silent in his office for a while, and you sipped tentatively at your hot drink, unwittingly letting out a quiet moan because it was just so good. You peeked over the rim of the cup to see Mr Graves with a slight smirk on his lips as he watched you enjoy the cocoa and you reddened, which just made his smirk grow.

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Hello, it is I, here to bring more Suffering™ to @reverseblackholeofwords’s fics *throws confetti* As interested as I was in the idea of memories being transplanted into someone else’s brain (a la my Wilford drabble), I was even more interested in the idea of memories being stolen, especially when the person is still aware and no doubt actively trying to stop it. So this is my take on what happened when Darkiplier took away Mark’s memories of Amy. I also kind of snuck in a little headcanon about @reverseblackholeofwords’s fic? A headcanon of a fic, that has to be some kind of inception. Anyway, I’m putting this under a readmore again, because this is much longer than my last drabble. Hope you like it!

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Playing with Fire pt. 12

Originally posted by dabbingjungkookie

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: Gang AU

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

A/N: Here’s another part! Hope you enjoy! <3

Warning: This contains abuse and the mentions of blood! 


What happened next was that the police and paramedics showed up. They were all employed by Jin’s uncle and assured the boys that they would be able to take care of the press and also come up with a cover story. However, they wouldn’t handle JB and his friends. That was a problem that the boys would have to take care of. Even though they didn’t say it directly, you knew exactly what it meant. While you knew JB had it coming, you were concerned for the boys. JB had started a gang war, and it wasn’t going to end until one of the groups were dead.

You had little time to yourself after the shooting. Most of your time was spent visiting Lisa’s family, discussing the funerals for the victims of the shooting, and organizing a school tribute. Even though you had Yoongi and the rest of the boys, you felt so empty. Rose was no longer speaking to you, not that you went out of your way to speak to her. At this point, you were more hurt than you were angry. She had blamed you for something terrible, and it had cut you deep.

The two of you didn’t sit together at lunch anymore. You sat with Yoongi and the others while she sat with some friends in the same class as her. Neither of you dared to sit at the table that the three of you had once occupied. Sometimes you found yourself staring at it, thinking of all the times you had been on the brink of tears from laughing so hard at something Lisa had said. Or the times where you and Rose teased her for being so boy crazy. Now it was just an empty table that tore at your heart. One that you didn’t think you’d ever be able to sit at again.

The day of Lisa’s funeral came only a few days after the shooting. Your dad was out of town for the weekend, so you went alone. Lisa’s parents had insisted that no gang members be in attendance and even though Suga and Jimin had wanted to say ‘fuck that’ and come anyway, you begged them not to. Lisa’s family was already going through enough. They didn’t need any drama breaking out because two members of BTS showed up. Even if it would’ve been to pay their respects, it still would’ve caused issues.

After everything was all said and done, you caught the bus to the nearest bus station to your house and walked the rest of the way home. You probably should’ve asked Jin to come and pick you up, but you needed this time to yourself. This time where you were alone and didn’t have to deal with people asking you if you were okay, how Lisa died, or why you and Rose weren’t talking anymore. However, you could let Yoongi know that you were headed home so he could come over later. Pulling out your phone from your purse, you begin to type a text, knowing that he’d be quick to respond to you.

Y/N: I’m on my way home from the funeral.

Yoonie: Okay, do you want me and Jin to come pick you up?“

Y/N: How about you just come over? My dad won’t be home until Monday morning.

Yoonie: I’ll get ready now and head over then. Be there in 30.”

Shoving your phone back into your purse, you came to a slow stop when you neared your house. Your neighborhood was a relatively quite one. People usually didn’t hang around outside, which is why you were confused as to why there were so many voices. And why they were by your house. When one voice in particular spoke, you went from grieving to pissed off in a matter of seconds and continued walking.

“Ah, Y/N is finally home.” Yugyeom announced your return as soon as he saw you walking up, causing for all the boys to turn and look at you. Hanging around the car that was blocking your empty driveway, the boys looked like they didn’t have a care in the world. It only fueled your anger.

“How was the funeral?” JB asked, grinning from ear to ear. You could feel your body beginning to shake in absolute rage, and you wanted nothing more than to punch that grin right off from his face. Actually, that didn’t sound like such a terrible idea. He deserved much worse for what he did.

“You son of a bitch.” You marched over to him, fists ready. None of them expected for you to actually punch JB, but you did. You punched him as hard as you could, disregarding the pain that shot through your hand so that you could hit him again.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down, princess.” Jackson said, grabbing you by your arm and pulling you away from JB.

“Calm down?! Have you lost your Goddamn mind?! How dare you show your faces around me after what you did?!” You shouted, yanking yourself from his grip. “You killed her, you assholes. You killed Lisa!”

The boys didn’t say anything and for a moment, you saw regret flash across some of their faces. JB, on the other hand, remained stoic. He had no regrets about what happened, and that was evident on his face.

“This is what happens when you get involved with them.” JB shrugged, and you resisted the urge to punch him again.

“No, this happened because of you. Because you threw a hissy fit when you got suspended. Because you didn’t succeed in kidnapping me and my friend and got your asses kicked. This isn’t anyone’s fault but yours.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel guilty, it won’t work.” JB snapped, insinuating that the members who felt bad needed to get it together. “Your friend is dead, and that’s only the beginning.”

When you didn’t say anything, he continued.

“I won’t kill you today out of respect for Lisa.” He took a couple steps closer to you, and you fought back the urge to step back. “But the next time we see each other, I won’t be so nice.”

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes and moved forward until you were right in front of him, glaring up into his cold eyes. 

“You don’t scare me.” You spoke boldly. “I look forward to the next time I see you. You’re dead.”

Your response caught them all by surprise. You were tired of being this passive girl who people felt like they could walk all over. Screw JB and his friends for thinking that you were someone they could easily intimidate. You were done being frightened by them. They didn’t deserve to have their ego inflated that much.

“We’ll see who dead one is by the time this is over.” JB jerked his head towards the car, and the boys started piling into it. “Say goodbye to your boyfriend and friends while you still can. They’re next.” 

Remaining tense, you waited until JB had gotten into the car and it was practically out of sight before you let out a deep breath, your facade crumbling. Being tough in front of seven boys who were capable of murder was hard, but they needed to know that you weren’t going to let them get to you anymore.

When you had gotten in your house, you immediately removed your black heels, tights, and dress and took a quick shower to try and wash away the interaction you had just had. Unfortunately, the shower is a place where you can think in peace. So you spent a good majority of the time thinking about how terrible things were, and how they were only going to get worse.

By the time you got out, Suga was waiting for you in your room. He had started to laugh when you jumped in surprise upon seeing you but quickly stopped when you didn’t smile or anything.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked, watching you intently as you discarded your clothes and towel in the basket in your closet.

“JB was here.” You told him, moving to sit beside him on your bed, adjusting the oversized hoodie that matched the sweatpants you were wearing.

Immediately tensing up, he set his jaw. For your sake, he was trying to remain calm but every part of him wanted to yell and hunt JB down to handle him once and for all. Right now though, he needed to make sure that you were okay. “Did he do anything to you?”

“No. He just came to gloat about killing Lisa and to warn me that he fully plans on killing all of us.” 

"There’s no way in hell I’m gonna let that happen." 

You expected that kind of answer from him. Still, there was so much on your mind. 

“I know…” You trailed off, hesitating. 

“You know, but?” He could tell by the uncertainty on your face that you had more to say. 

“I’m just worried.. because I know how cruel JB is, and I already lost Lisa. I don’t want to lose someone else I care about. I especially don’t want to lose you.”

Losing your best friend had really shown you just how terrible and unsafe this whole gang world is. You don’t regret getting involved with BTS for a second, but that doesn’t mean you’re not scared and worried.

Sighing softly, Yoongi took your hand and intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m not going to lie to you and say that you don’t need to worry. Things are going to get really dangerous… but trust me when I say that I’m going to try my hardest to keep everyone all safe, including myself.” He said before kissing the back of your hand.

“I’m gonna keep you safe.” He added, his dark eyes holding onto your gaze. “I love you.”

You and Yoongi didn’t exchange those words a lot in your relationship. Even though you both had such strong feelings for each other, you didn’t want to overuse the phrase. So, whenever it was said between the two, it was completely true and heartfelt. 

Instead of saying anything, you leaned forward and kissed him, letting the passion you began to put into the kiss do all the talking for you. Reacting immediately, Yoongi let go of your hand so that he could wrap his arms around you and pull you closer to him.

What started as an innocent makeout session progressed into something more as you slid onto your boyfriend’s lap, straddling him. The two of you haven’t gone all the way yet, and you wanted to. And you knew he wanted to as well. He was being patient and respectful though, waiting until you were ready. With your dad not being home, it seemed like as good a time as any.

“Let’s go all the way.” You spoke softly after breaking the kiss, your voice soft and your face flushing in moderate embarrassment. 

Swallowing hard, his eyes searched your face. “Are you sure?” He didn’t want you to think that this was something you had to do. He was completely fine with waiting. 

You, on the other hand, were done with waiting. "Yes.”

His lips were back on yours in seconds, securing a tight grip on you as he flipped you around and onto your back. Everything JB had said to you was erased completely from your mind, and your thoughts were consumed with nothing but your amazing and wonderful boyfriend.


You hadn’t spoken to Rose since your birthday party, but you had heard from Jimin that she was leaving Seoul to go stay with her aunt and uncle in another part of Korea. A part where gang activity would be the least of her worries. 

Apart of you had been offended that she didn’t tell you, but an even bigger part of you battled with whether or not you should go and see her off. You weren’t sure if she’d even want to speak to you and because she hadn’t bothered to tell you that she was leaving, you were assuming the worst. Yoongi had been your voice of reason though.

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“You should go see her.” Yoongi said, running his fingers through your wet hair. At this point in your relationship, you were comfortable being completely naked around each other. So when your boyfriend had suggested taking a bubble bath together to relax you, you didn’t even hesitate to accept his offer.

Nowadays, it was easy for you to stay over at his place. With the death of your friend, you simply told your father that you were staying with Rose to comfort her. It was wrong for you to use her as a cover, but you needed to be with Yoongi. You’d lose your sanity if you stayed home.

With your knees pulled up to your chest and your arms around your legs, you rested your chin on your knees. “What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“I think she will.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re her best friend.”

“You heard her the night Lisa died. She blames me for it.”

“She only said that because she was scared.” He explained. “She lost someone close to her, and she didn’t know how else to react.”

You didn’t respond. You had been upset too, but you didn’t say anything remotely as hurtful as she had. At the same time, you could hold this grudge forever. 

“Baby,” Yoongi kissed your shoulder blade. “Go see her.

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And so here you were. Standing on her front porch and wringing your hands nervously. She stood in front of you, looking everywhere but your face. It was clear that the both of you were uncomfortable, and it was only because you still hadn’t addressed what had been said that night.

“I heard you’re leaving tomorrow morning.” You spoke, finally looking up at her.

She nodded, averting her eyes elsewhere. Yeah.“

Awkward silence #1.

"It’s safer than here- where you’ll be living?”

“Yeah. And closer to the university I’ll be going to.”

“That’s good.”

She nodded once again.

Awkward silence #2

“How are you and Yoongi?”

“We’re good.”

“Good.”

Awkward silence #3.

You were going crazy. There’s never been a time in your friendship with Rose that you felt so out of place and uncomfortable. In fact, the very first time the two of you had met, you clicked instantly. Now, it felt like you hardly knew each other, and you couldn’t stand it. You were done tiptoeing around. You needed to get everything off your chest.

“I’m sorry.” You blurted out. “I’m sorry about Lisa. I’m sorry I yelled at you that night. I’m sorry I dragged you into this mess. I’m just sorry for every-”

“Y/N, stop.” Rose shook her head as she cut you off. She lifted her eyes to look at you, and you nearly choked on a sob when you saw that she was crying. “If anyone should be apologizing, it’s me. I shouldn’t have blamed you for Lisa’s death. That was so wrong of me. Of course what happened wasn’t your fault. Lisa and I wanted you to date Yoongi. We wanted to become friends with BTS. You didn’t drag us into anything. We knew what we were getting ourselves into.”

It felt like a heavy weight was being lifted from your heart, and you couldn’t even think of the words to properly form a sentence. You just stood there crying and nearly hyperventilating because you were just overwhelmed with so much relief.

Not saying anything, because it honestly wasn’t necessary, you pulled your friend in for a tight embrace. You hated that the two of you had waited so long to have this talk, but it was better late than never. You just didn’t know how you were going to survive with her not here. Even though she was only moving, it felt like you were losing her too.

“I’ll miss you.” You cried into her hair.

“I’ll miss you too.” She responded, sobbing as well.

Goodbyes are never easy, but you knew this wouldn’t be forever. The two of you would find a way to see each other again.

Pulling away after a few minutes, you wiped your tear soaked cheeks. "Thank you.“

Rose’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "For what?”

“For being my friend when no one else would.” You shrugged and smiled at her. Being a foreigner is hard, and you didn’t think you’d end up making any friends when you had first moved to South Korea. However, Rose and Lisa had been your saving grace.

The words caused for more tears to spill from her eyes, and she scoffed and chuckled. “Please, as if I had a choice. You were always looking around with those sad puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t take it.”

This time, you laughed with her, and a comfortable silence followed after. A silence that allowed for the two of you to think back to all the sleepovers and trips to the mall. All the days filled with laughter, tears, and even embarrassment. 

“We all have to stay in touch! No matter where we end up in life. We have to be best friends forever, even when we’re old grandmas! And if something happens to one of us, it’s up to the others to keep that person alive by remaining friends. You got that, you virgin dorks?” 

Lisa words replayed over in your head, and when Rose spoke again, you knew that she had been thinking about those words as well.

“Stay in touch?” Rose asked, and you nodded and stepped forward to give her another hug.

“Of course. Lisa will come down and kick our asses if we don’t.”

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You returned home feeling pretty optimistic about things. Not being on good terms with Rose had really put you in a funk. Now you were feeling better. You were in such a good mood that you didn’t even care about your father’s car in the driveway. You weren’t going to let his bad attitude rub off on you. You’d simply make him dinner and then retreat to your room to text Yoongi.

Entering your house, you weren’t surprised to find your dad in the kitchen, numerous beer bottles already scattered across the table. It never failed to amaze you how quickly your father could go through beer. He said nothing to you at first.

“I’m sorry if you’ve been waiting long. I’ll make dinner now.” You quickly apologized. As you walked past him, his hand shot out and roughly grabbed your arm. Gasping, you had no time to brace yourself for the hard slap that busted your lip.

“What did I do?!! Wha-”

Another slap cut you off and had you seeing stars. 

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?!” He shouted in your face, his words slurred and thick with the smell of alcohol.

“You think you could just keep lying to me, and I wouldn’t find out?!”

One of his hands tangled into your hair, and you lifted up your hands to desperately try and pry his hand out of your hair. Normally, the action would’ve pissed him off even more, but he was too busy ranting. "I’ve done so much for you, and this is how you express your gratitude? By opening your legs for some thug?!”

Your eyes widened, tears gliding down your cheeks as things seemed to move in slow motion. He knew? You didn’t understand how when you had been so careful. So cautious.

“H-How…” You stopped at the feeling of your hair being pulled.

“Some boy came here looking for you. When I told him you weren’t here, he said you were probably over at your boyfriend’s. That you’re always over there with those boys. Told me how you’ve been dating this.. this thug for months now. Months!”

You swallowed hard, not saying anything as you tried to think of who this person was. Who had been so stupid that they’d come to your house and say those things to your father? You soon got your answer.

“JB….” Your father mumbled, and you wanted to cuss.

That bastard. If you weren’t so terrified, you’d be pissed. He was literally out to make your life a living hell, which annoyed you. If he was going to kill you, he should just get it over with instead of doing something childish like this. The prick.

“Heh.. you sleeping with him too?” Your father questioned, pointing a finger in your face as he swayed a bit, growing angrier by the second. You whore! You fucking little whore!” He lifted a hand to hit you again, and you squeezed your eyes shut and awaited the impact.

The slap never came though. 

Instead, your father grunted, and his grasp suddenly disappeared from your hair. You heard what sounded like a struggle, and you eyes shot open to see what was going on.

What you saw caused for you to scream, a hand lifting up to cover your mouth as you stood there like a deer in headlights. There were glass shards laying on the floor and table from a beer bottle that had been broken, but that wasn’t enough to warrant the paralyzation that seemed to take over your whole body.

It was the blood.

The Power of Potions pt 1

This one’s for @filisleftmustachebraid, because you make me give you peculiar scene ideas for weird imagines, and this one wouldn’t leave me be…

Imagine messing up on a potion, accidentally turning Fili and Kili into children and temporarily taking care them while Thorin attempts his best to help out.

word count ~2000


Hogwarts, 7th Year Mixed House Potions Class, 1985

“Duck!!” you screamed, throwing yourself underneath the table just before your cauldron’s ominous rumbles became a volcanic eruption.

“Protego!” a dark voice shouted loudly, making you dare to leave the safety of the work-desk and peek over the tabletop, staring at the two brothers, who were covered by the ominously smoking red goo that had just exploded out of your cauldron and splattered onto the twins.

“Fíli! Kíli!” you cried, jumping to your feet.

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His hands, still clasping her head, tensed suddenly and drew her toward him in a passionate kiss. Lyra thought it seemed more like cruelty than love, and looked at their daemons, to see a strange sight: the snow leopard tense, crouching with her claws just pressing in the golden monkey’s flesh, and the monkey relaxed, blissful, swooning on the snow. 

(Part one -ish?)

Hajime had always been good at fixing things.

He was always fixing broken lamps, gluing vases back together, grabbing things for teachers, helping his siblings do their chores… He even helped his dad fix the car once.

And over the course of years, he had become especially skilled at fixing one particular person’s messes.

Whenever Oikawa forgot a pencil, Hajime had a spare one to lend. Whenever he would fall, as they grew up, the other would be the one to carry him and his scraped knee back home. When the setter failed a test, he would sit him down and bring him notes and have him study all night. He was the one to drag Oikawa out of the gym, clothes drenched in sweat, muscles burning, and throw his obsessed ass against the bleachers and tell him to give it a fucking rest.

There was a first-aid kit, permanently set inside his locker, filled with band-aids and bandages of all sorts. Plain ones for everyday injuries, and themed ones he liked to put in symbolical places, like Oikawa’s forehead, Oikawa was a regular client to that box, his favourites were the Hello Kitty ones. Oikawa had a wonderfully annoying gift for hurting himself – and it wasn’t always his body.

The duo could usually be spotted after practice, as the stoic, ever-frowning Hajime’s expression would soften as he tended to Oikawa’s bruises. The setter was always so careless! Life had turned into such a turmoil of obligations and responsibilities, it was nice to sit in a bubble of quiet and peace for a few moments.

“There, all better.” he would say, a thin smile hidden behind concentration, before stupid, stupid Oikawa would crack some pretentious joke about Hajime’s motherly nature – which he obviously did not have –, and trigger his temper again.

Hajime was simply… always there. Ready to catch Oikawa when he collapsed, watching him from the back and making sure he was all right.

So it came as no surprise that Iwaizumi Hajime would be the one to fix Oikawa’s ultimate mess.

This time the injury had been a bit more serious. Oikawa had strained his hand trying for a jump float serve, and it was now up to Hajime to bandage it, given how terrified he was of going to the nurse and having the coach find out.

“Don’t be stupid, you have to tell him. You can’t play through a strained hand!”

“No, please! Volleyball is the only thing I still have as certain in my life!” Oikawa hissed, aggravated.

“You idiot, do you plan… Wait a minute. Is this about us going to different universities again?” He felt a thorn sting inside his chest, despite the severity in his voice.

“No, it’s not –” Hajime watched him shake his head, he could almost see the gloomy thoughts begin to creep their way into the setter’s mind. “That’s not it. This time” He added. Dark eyes bore into Hajime, the same air of helplessness as when he was a child, one that pleaded help me, fighting its way through the walls Oikawa had built over time.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He demanded, as he wrapped the last strand of bandage around the other’s wrist and let it sit on his lap. Could that idiot not understand, after all this time? That he could trust Hajime, that he could make himself vulnerable? “I’m sure we can figure something out.”

“I fucked up, Iwa-chan… I fucked up real bad this time” Oikawa duck his head, sliding down the bench to pull away from the spiker, a faint blush that Hajime could not comprehend settling in his cheeks. “You’re going to hate me when you find out”

The bastard was smiling. That ridiculously fake smile he gave people when trying to deceive them, like a magician that lures people’s gaze to one hand while the true magic happens in the other; Oikawa liked to smile the brightest when trying to hide his darkest emotions.

Hajime would not have it.

“Stop this childish play right now!” he launched himself to grab the other’s shirt, bring him back to his reach. He would not let Oikawa slip away and try to shut him out. “I’m starting to get tired of your bullshit. Sooner or later, you’ll have to learn to trust me – to stay.”

“Iwa-chan…” Oikawa gasped under Hajime’s intense stare, any trace of a smile vanished from his face.

“I’ll never hate you. You can fuck up as much as you like, it’s about time you understand I’ll always be there for you. I –” I love you.

And then everything clicked.

This was it, wasn’t it? It was love. That overdramatic feeling everyone made a fuss of, had sneaked its way into Hajime’s heart, without a sound, so subtle it had felt like something else for years. It wasn’t painful or breath taking – it was simple, comfortable, familiar, like coming home after a long day. It was simply there.

“I think about you a lot, Iwaizumi.” Oikawa blurted out, snapping Hajime out of his torrent of feelings, before averting his eyes, embarrassed. He gaped for a second, but his mouth was faster than his brain.

“I – think about you a lot, too.” The words came as easily as the sentiment, a bit scrambled from the sudden realization, but there was nothing more to it really. He was always thinking about Oikawa, and how to protect him, and hold him and not let a single soul touch him, and how to make sure he was never hurt, even if it meant saving him from himself. And how little things reminded him of the setter, and how to make him happy. He thought about him all the time.

“Does this mean you…?” his gaze dropped to Oikawa’s lips, as he breathed out that barely inaudible half-sentence. He didn’t even know what it meant, he just understood.

“I think it does.” Hajime whispered, realizing he was still holding the other’s shirt and pulling him closer. He pressed his lips against Oikawa’s.

Hajime had always been good at fixing things.

Dead Inside

Pairing: Poe DameronxReader

Warnings: None, that I could think of…

Word Count: 721

A/N: My first imagine ever, and English is my third language so… I apologize advance; I like proofread it  five times, if there’s a mistake I’m sorry.

“Stop. This isn’t you.”

“How would you know who I am? You’ve only known me for a few months! I’ve known myself for years! This is me! I’ve always been this way. I’m evil and I love it, nothing’s ever changed that.”

Poe Dameron looked at the woman he had met years ago in the the Resistance base. He had seen her walking along Ben, they were visiting General Organa.

He hadn’t heard from her a long time ago, now she was standing in front of him like she had never age a day.

The Y/N of the past was nothing to the heartless and cold woman that stood in front of him. His Y/N was relax, natural, fun the complete opposite of this woman with black clothing and a meticulous ponytail. Now her E/C, that were golden and warm; they look more obscure, more cold and they even look smaller.

“Your love for me was foolish. Have could you love someone so easily, someone you merely met? Pathetic” Y/N declared with a frivolous tone laughing while she remove the black glove from her hand. “Are you going to do this the hard way or what?” she smiled then her eyes suddenly darkened. “Where is the  the map, Mr. Poe?” she inquired mockingly.  

How can she be so heartless? All those times they were together felt so real. Had all the dark side consume all her soul? Had she really been evil from the beginning? They were many questions running in his mind.

However, Poe cursed himself for his questioning about her. This wasn’t his Y/N.  She never was and would never be.

“Did you love me?” Poe said as he raised his head and looked at her she stop her hand midway frowning she looked at him. “Did you fake everything?” he added looking in her dark eyes.

Y/N felt something tugging her heart, she was starting to get a massive headache. Her heart started to pound against her chest. Something warm started to spread through her. She felt a weakness in her knees. What was happening to her?

Poe was about to ask her another question when he saw her, starting to lean against the wall struggling to breath. “Y/N, I still love you. Please, go to the light. You’re not evil, they must be some good left inside you. Y/N, please I love you” he said as he tugged in the restrains that had him in the vertical bed.

The headache grew, she felt something tugging her apart inside. She felt down her knees. “Shut up, I hate you. Shut up” she gripped her head as it started to pound harder.

“I love you, Y/N please. Look at me. Y/N, my love please” Poe begged at her. Y/N growled at the sound of his voice, she was evil. She was breed to be a Sith Lord for god’s sake. Why did this man was making feel so weak. So weak, that the Light was pushing out the Darkness from her heart

She never imagine that she could feel so weak,so… so…, her entire body tremble as he talk to her. Trying to talk her out the Dark Side. She couldn’t move, her brain stopped working.  

“Darling, please” Poe begged at the woman, whose breathing started to quicken he could see the sweat running down her jaw down to her neck. It was working, something told him it was working. “I love you, please.”

The door suddenly opened and Kylo Ren stood in the door. Looking at Poe then at Y/N. “Get her away from here!” he shouted at the Stormtroopers that were trailing behind him.

“No, Y/N please. Y/N, I love you” Poe shouted as he saw Y/N being dragged out of the room.

“She is already lost to the darkness” Kylo Ren said in his monotonous voice closed the door.

“Y/N” Poe whispered as soon as the door closed behind Ren.

She had lost her again to the Darkness…