after i take care of the truth


Summary: In which being wrapped in your arms is the only place Bucky ever wants to be.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,363

A/N: Title of the fic and the fic itself are inspired by “Wrapped” by Gloria Estefan

Originally posted by rogers

Bucky thought he had seen all of the evil the world had to offer after the time he spent in captivity. Nothing, he thought, could compare to Hydra.

He was wrong.

Evil was everywhere. It was broadcast on the news throughout the course of the day. It was described online in horrific detail. It was talked about at water coolers, interspersed between tidbits of celebrity news and gossip. It was also hidden behind the scenes, in the hands of those who took advantage of their positions of power.

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You changed my life in so many ways; You gave me a reason to live, you filled my emptiness and replaced it with so many good things that no one else could’ve wished for. I cannot wish myself anyone better than you. You have made the previous things in my life mean nothing compared to what you have given me. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I still feel that way every single day even if we are arguing with each other from time to time, because I know the truth deep down in my heart. I will always take care of you, look after you and always be there for you through everything.
—  Poets Love Her
posted by a zookeeper friend on facebook

As someone in the zoo/aquarium field, I want to say something to everyone who is not…

It is not appropriate or respectful for you to publicly question the death of any animal under the care of zoo professionals. It is also not appropriate to say things that suggest you are more heartbroken than the people who cared for that animal. In case you weren’t aware, all living things must die. Sometimes it’s unexpected, sometimes it’s tragic, and sometimes it’s peaceful and planned for in a humane way.

When a human dies, the health care professionals who took care of that person are not typically questioned or accused of wrong doing. The same should be true for animal care professionals. I can assure you, with all my heart, that no one is more upset about the death than the people who personally knew that animal.

Wild animals die, captive animals die, and human beings die. It’s the natural order of things. I promise you, zoo animals have teams of caring, educated people looking after their well being from day 1 until the very end (and beyond, since every zoo animal gets a full post-mortem examination).

So please, next time you read a press release about the death of a zoo animal, think twice before you assume the worst and make any comments that imply something could have been done to avoid the situation. Zoos don’t intend to cover up the truth. But sometimes it takes weeks or even months to learn the whole story. Feel free to express your condolences and support. Send flowers or cards to the staff if you’d like. But please be patient and respectful. If the health care staff can figure out the cause of death, have faith that they will tell the public… But also understand that sometimes there are questions that may never be answered, due to the great amounts of unknown when caring for wild animals.

Thanks for listening.

anonymous asked:

Could you write something about MC almost leaving the RFA because maybe one of the members said something bad about the MC by accident and she felt unwanted. How would the guys(+Jaehee)react to it and what would they do? Thank you! Xoxo


  • Considering Yoosung was pretty drugged up during the party, and was promptly dragged back to the hospital, he didn’t get see much and had no idea how successful or unsuccessful the party was
  • As it was, he barely remembered kissing MC
  • But when he checked the Messenger, Jaehee was going over details of the party that could have better handled with MC
  • At first, it’s fair enough, but a few months down the road, after another party that Yoosung thinks is near perfect, Jaehee does it again, critiquing for the next few months until another party
  • They all know MC is just doing her job by paying so close attention, but Yoosung sees the way it drags her down
  • MC closes down the app one day, logging off before Jaehee can start in on her again
  • When Yoosung asks her if she’s okay, MC just says she’s considering uninstalling the app and quitting the RFA so Jaehee will stop criticizing her
  • Like, she knows Jaehee means well, but there’s only so much someone can take
  • Yoosung has a long conversation with her about the RFA, their roles, and whether or not she should stay
  • The next day, MC convinced Jumin to let her take Jaehee out for coffee to have a little chat like rational adults about how MC feels


  • MC wouldn’t say what happened, but when she suddenly announced her desire to quite the RFA, Jaehee was shocked
  • But, she supposed, that the two of them has least reasons to remain, and it was completely unreasonable
  • Jaehee ended up sitting and talking with MC about it for a long time because she wanted to make sure MC wasn’t making an emotionally charge decision she would later regret
  • MC eventually conceded and agreed to wait a day or two before she made her final decision
  • Jaehee meanwhile quietly asks around with the other members to see if they know anything
  • She doesn’t know what happened, but Seven acts like he’s responsible, calls MC and apologizes
  • The day after the apology, MC tells Jaehee she’s not quitting after all
  • Mostly because she can’t leave Jaehee to be the only sane one in the RFA to take care of that mess of children


  • MC has a tendency to be quiet on the Messenger
  • She doesn’t say much, she mostly reads what they’re writing
  • The truth is, MC will type out a response, only to have her opportunity fly by and then quickly deletes the comment
  • One day, three whole chats go by where MC never says a word
  • On the next chat, she manages to jump in and say something and Jumin’s first reaction is, “oh hello MC, I didn’t realize you were here.”
  • MC explains the last three chats (all of which Jumin was a part of), but Jumin didn’t realize she was there
  • Jumin makes a comment about how, because she can be so quiet, he sometimes forgets she’s around
  • Something he doesn’t know is a major fear of her, that her friends will simply forget her and walk away
  • So she does a little experiment where she doesn’t log in for 3-5 days to see if anyone notices she’s gone
  • Of course Zen won’t because she’s with him all the time, doubling as his girlfriend and manager
  • And Jumin already established he wouldn’t, so MC doesn’t have high hopes for him
  • Sure enough, she’s off the Messenger for 3 days, she gets no calls, and when she goes in to check the chats to see, not one of them noticed
  • Of course, Zen talks about her, but outside of that, that’s the only mention of her
  • MC hopes it’s just a fluke but ends up swamped with so much work as Zen’s manager that she ends up off the Messenger for a full month
  • Nobody notices she’s gone, nobody talks about her outside of her relationship with Zen, no one texts her, and no one calls her
  • Zen noticed she wasn’t going online within a few days, but when he asked, she just told him she was too busy
  • When MC finally pops back on, everyone is kind of lackluster, “oh hey MC, how are you?”
  • She says, “sorry I’ve been offline for so long.” They’re reactions are generally, “oh really? How long have you been off?”
  • MC is genuinely hurt
  • She wasn’t active for a month and they didn’t even notice
  • MC catches up, reading all previous chats and ends up crying a little because they didn’t even notice
  • Zen is kinda pissed that he didn’t realize sooner, even more so that they didn’t even try to communicate with her outside of the chat
  • So when she leaves a message in an empty chatroom that she’s leaving the RFA, the RFA freak out, but Zen jumps to her defense, prompting a phone call and an apology from everyone


  • Zen was being kind of… rude is a nice way of putting it
  • He kept making digs at Jumin and picking on him more than usual
  • It didn’t help that, when MC tried to defend Jumin, Zen dismissed what she said by saying she’s biased and doesn’t see it
  • MC was so angry, she declared that, unless Zen apologized to both her and her husband, MC was going to quit the RFA
  • Of course, MC knew she was being irrational, but even after she cooled, she stood by her decision
  • Jumin was honestly flattered by her declaration, but insisted she not quit because the RFA still needed her
  • MC agreed to stay, but stated that she wasn’t going to login for a few days to see if she couldn’t get Zen to apologize anyways


  • Yoosung was complaining about how, after Rika returned, he thought things would go back to normal
  • You know, Rika would plan parties, they would all attend and have fun
  • Every time he mentioned Rika, MC would flinch and sometimes it came to be so much that she just logged off
  • After learning everything she did to V and Saeran, MC couldn’t forgive her
  • But she didn’t dare tarnish Yoosung’s memory of her
  • After MC finished organizing her second RFA party, Yoosung made a lot of comments to her about “Rika would have done this” or “Rika would have done that” and so on
  • Basically, he compared everything she did to Rika, as though implying that she wasn’t as good as Rika or that he wanted to replace her with Rika
  • So MC handed in a copy of her resignation to both Saeyoung and Jumin
  • When asked, MC made it clear
  • “I’m clearly not wanted. Yoosung just wants Rika to take her rightful place again, and that means I have no reason to be in the RFA. Ergo, I’m not wanted.”
  • Jumin says only that he’ll give her a few days to rethink her decision and if she still wants to leave, she can
  • Saeyoung, meanwhile, calls Yoosung and tells him the affect his words had on MC and how Rika is not all that she believed she was (he doesn’t go into details, but alludes to her being part of the reason V died)
  • Within an hour, Yoosung calls her and is apologizing, close to tears, because he didn’t realize that he’d hurt her so badly
  • MC says its okay, she understands
  • But when Saeyoung asks about it when she hangs up, she still says that she’s going to quit
  • He doesn’t understand why, exactly (although he was close himself)
  • MC just states, “I’m replaceable. Rika was. The RFA doesn’t need me.”
  • Saeyoung consoles her, and assures her, she is needed in the RFA
  • Not as a Rika replacement
  • As the kind, understanding woman she is, ready to help anyone in need, including them
  • “Without you,” Saeyoung says, “I would never have gotten Saeran back. I needed you. I still need you. We all do.”
  • From another room, Saeran suddenly shouts, “I CAN HEAR YOU TWO BEING SAPPY! KNOCK IT OFF!!”
Friday, I’m in Love (Tony Stark x reader)

Characters: reader, Tony, Steve, Clint, Sam, Natasha, FRIDAY. 

Summary: Tony Stark is a talented verbal sparring partner and so are you, making life interesting as an Avenger. Things get heated one day, though, and perhaps your playful banter has gone too far. An unexpected source brings you two together and your passionate arguments might lead to something more…

Prompt: “I’m still not talking to you” 

Warnings: Smidge of angst perhaps, mostly fluff, a tiny bit of violence. Tons of snark. ;) 

Word Count: 3.6k

Song Inspiration: Friday, I’m in Love by The Cure

A/N: This is for @just-some-drabbles ‘s 4k Followers Rom-Com Writing Challenge and I’m so excited!! This prompt mixed with an idea I’ve had for months using a song by The Cure plus a dash of Shakespeare and voila! This is the result. The relationship was partially inspired by Beatrice and Benedick from Shakespeare’s “Much Ado About Nothing”, which is my favorite play. If you haven’t seen the movie version with Emma Thompson and Kenneth Branagh, you really should. It’s amazing. Any thoughts are appreciated! Love you guys! 


Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Maybe you had gone too far this time. Playful, snarky banter was all well and good, but it’s possible you had crossed a line that perhaps you couldn’t come back from. You currently sat in the common room, drumming your fingers on the side table as an unopened book sat on your lap. You’d tried reading for the past hour, but your mind kept replaying the scene from earlier that day.


“Raise of hands if you think Y/N should’ve stayed at her post instead of jumping into the thick of it without thinking?” you heard the cocky billionaire’s voice squawk in your ear piece.

“Oh, I thought about it plenty. For a whole two seconds, I though ‘oh hey, that’s where the action is so I’ll go there’ “ you retorted sarcastically while throwing a punch, knocking out the dim-witted HYDRA agent. “It’s a good thing no one listens to you, Stark, seeing as taking a vote in the middle of battle seems distracting.”

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Fake Dating Series; The8/Minghao

- you’re a regular at this little family-owned chinese restaurant near your school
- you go there so often that you know the couple that works there
- it’s a fairly new restaurant and you were actually one of their first customers so whenever you come by, they always greet you warmly and sometimes even give you free food
- occasionally, their son minghao would come by to lend a hand
- you’ve always found him cute, from the first time you entered the restaurant and he served you
- he even goes to the same college as you and he’s actually in one of your classes, but he probably doesn’t even know it
- you don’t really mind that since you’re too scared to talk to him
- because he’s so handsome??? and perfect in every way???
- he works hard for his studies, he helps his parents out at the restaurant when he has free time, he’s a tutor for chinese, and he’s just an overall kind person and hard worker
- every time you see him, you tell yourself “today’s the day, I’M GOING TO TALK TO HIM” but before you could even say anything, you go like “nope, not today”
- your excuse is always “i might embarrass myself and then i’ll never be able to show my face in his family’s restaurant AGAIN”
- so you decide to just stay quiet and keep that “strangers who acknowledge each other” friendship
- moving on
- one day, you’re eating at the restaurant and this annoying guy from one of your classes enters through the door
- he orders takeout at the counter and while waiting for his order, he looks around the restaurant and he breaks out into a smile when he sees you
- you’re like “omfg no wHY” when you see him make his way over to you
- he exclaims “hey!! how are you?” and you sigh in relief and think “hmm, maybe we can have a normal conversation for once”
- but no, he starts flirting with you and insists that you give him your number no matter how politely you refuse
- you’re smiling on the outside to be nice, but inside you’re like HELP SOMEONE DOWAJWO SOS
- when he keeps asking for it, you say “i’m sorry….. i really can’t give it you” and he asks “but why not??”
- you lie “i….. have a boyfriend!!” and he’s clearly taken by surprise because he’s never actually SEEN you with anyone…..
- he says “what?? who??”
- at that very moment, minghao walks through the door and you point at him and exclaim “him!! he’s my boyfriend!!”
- minghao freezes at your words and stays that way even when the annoying guy turns around to look at him
- even minghao’s parents stopped what they were doing to look over at you and their son
- you shoot minghao an apologetic look and say “yup, that’s right, he’s my boyfriend.”
- the guy says “….really??” and when he isn’t looking, you clasp your hands together and mouth “please save me” to minghao
- minghao nods his head and says “…..that’s right.” he then makes his way over to you and asks the guy “is there anything you need?”
- the guy shakes his head and says “no….. nothing at all”
- he shoots you both a suspicious look, but backs off and leaves the restaurant when his takeout’s ready
- you turn to minghao the instant the guy’s out of sight and you say “i’m SO sorry!!! it’s just—he wouldn’t leave and i said the first thing that came to mind…..”
- he smiles at you and says “it’s fine, i get it” and he tells you to enjoy your meal as he joins his parents behind the counter
- your face is all red for the rest of your meal and you’re so embarrassed when you go up to the cash register because minghao’s the one ringing you up
- you quickly pay for your meal and leave the restaurant internally screaming “i messed up i messED UP IT’S OVER”
- but it’s when you get back to your dorm and you’re lying on your bed that you take out your receipt and realize…. minghao gave you a discount
- you brush it off as “i’m a regular….. that’s probably just why”
- you walk into class the next morning—the class you have with minghao—and since you know where he sits, you look down to pretend you didn’t see him and sit in one of the random available spots
- but just as you sit down, someone plops their backpack on the desk next to yours and you’re like great. it’s probably the annoying guy again
- but when you turn to face the person….. you almost let out a gasp to see minghao sitting there
- he must’ve noticed your confusion because he asks “is there something wrong?” and you ask “no, nothing, i just….. wasn’t expecting you to sit here.”
- he laughs “the guy might grow suspicious if we don’t sit next to each other.” and from the corner of your eye, you can spot the guy looking right at you both
- you look down and quietly say “you…. don’t need to do this, you know? i could just tell the guy i lied and everything. i’m sorry for dragging you into this.”
- minghao smiles “i’m okay with it.” and that’s all he says….. but you still feel guilty for making him do this
- class quickly comes to an end (and you unfortunately couldn’t even focus on the lecture), and minghao leaves without saying goodbye while you’re packing up your stuff
- you subtly turn your head to check if the annoying guy’s still there and seeing that he isn’t, you think “of course…. we’re back to being strangers when he isn’t there”
- it’s a bit sad to think about…. but what can you do…. you probably made things even more awkward with your fake dating lie…..
- you sigh and walk out of the class, but to your surprise, minghao is waiting outside
- he approaches you and asks “where’s your next class?” and you kind of fumble with your words before pointing to the right and saying “it’s th-that way.”
- minghao says “i’m heading there too, we can walk together.”
- you say “but…. the guy’s gone…. there’s no need to….”
- you don’t know why you didn’t just shut your mouth and rush over next to him because XU MINGHAO aka THE GUY YOU’VE BEEN KIND OF CRUSHING ON just offered to walk you to class
- minghao shakes his head and says “if i’m going to be walking in that direction too, then it’s the same thing.”
- you smile up at him, and you both walk down the school hallways side by side, and you’re kind of nervous but….. even though it’s quiet, you still feel happy
- minghao’s class is a little farther than yours, so when you both stop in front of the doors, you tell him “thanks for walking me here” and he says “no problem. i’ll see you around!!”
- he turns around and leaves, and as you watch his retreating figure, you continuously ask yourself “did that really happen??”
- this class is three hours long and it’s super boring and actually it’s your least favorite, but the entire time….. you’re smiling
- your next class with minghao is in three days (friday), and you’re really excited to see him again, but your excitement diminishes when your professor sends everyone a message saying that class is cancelled for that day
- you’re really disappointed upon hearing the news because one) you won’t get to see minghao and two) your two-hour break is now a four-hour break
- you know you can always see minghao at the restaurant but you kind of want to avoid that place for a while because you’re so embarrassed…..
- his parents definitely heard you say he’s your boyfriend, and he probably told them it’s just for pretend…..
- the only thing you can tell yourself is: WHY DID I LET THIS HAPPEN
- you think “okay. i’ll just eat instant ramyeon for tonight. i’ll be fine.”
- but when class ends at 7pm and you haven’t eaten since like 2pm….. it definitely isn’t enough to fill you up, you note as you stare at your empty instant noodles cup unsatisfied
- and that’s how you find yourself standing in front of minghao’s family’s restaurant after a long day
- you slap your forehead and sigh at how WEAK you are
- the restaurant closes at 10pm, and you enter through the doors by 9:15pm
- minghao greets you from the counter, where he’s waiting for his parents to finish cooking the current orders
- you sit on one of the tables, and you find it a bit weird that you haven’t received the menu yet…..
- but then minghao comes along with your regular order, and sets it on the table before you
- you look up at him and say “o-oh! thank you” and he just smiles while his parents wave at you from behind the counter
- the other customers leave before you could finish your meal, and feeling a bit awkward, you quickly finish up your food and head over to the counter to pay
- minghao asks “are you going to head back to the dorms now?” and you nod your head, but he says “alone? it gets dark early these days…..”
- you say “it’s all right, the dorms aren’t too far away”
- minghao looks a bit uneasy you can tell, and just as he’s about to hit the buttons on the cash register, he turns to his dad and asks “dad, can you take the cash register?”
- his dad nods and takes minghao’s spot, which confuses you a bit because…. what’s happening??
- noticing the confusion on your face, he says “meet me outside once you’re done paying, i’ll take you back to the dorms.”
- you say “what?? oh no, you really don’t need to!!” and minghao smiles “i want to. just to make sure you get back safely.”
- and with that, he walks out the door, leaving you behind with his parents
- his dad tells you the total amount to pay, and you hand him the exact amount while dropping a few coins in the tips jar
- you politely say thank you and good night to them, but before you could exit the door, minghao’s mom calls after you
- she doesn’t know your name, so she says “excuse me?” and you turn to her and say “yes?”
- she approaches the counter and with a kind smile, she tells you “please take care of our son.”
- you look at her, surprised that minghao didn’t tell her that you’re not actually dating
- and you feel so guilty that this is all a lie….. but you can’t bring yourself to tell her the truth, too afraid to disappoint her
- so instead, you smile at minghao’s parents and say “i will.”
- you walk out the doors of the restaurant and you see minghao standing against the wall of the restaurant with his bike at his side
- he says “ready?” and gets on his bike, while you blink in confusion, asking “you’re going to be biking there?”
- he nods, and pats the rear rack of his bike, “i’m going to be biking us there. hop on.”
- you walk over to him and sit on the back of his bike, holding onto the sides of the rear rack instead of wrapping your arms around him because you’re too shy to
- minghao turns to you and asks “are you ready?” and when he sees you nod your head, he takes off and starts heading in the direction of the dorms
- neither of you say a word, and nothing but the sound of crickets chirping and the howling of the wind can be heard as minghao slowly bikes through the empty neighborhoods
- eventually, he breaks the silence, and says “you might want to hold onto me for now. there are a bunch of turns coming up.”
- you nod your head and let go of the rack to hold onto his shirt, feeling your face heat up already
- but when the bike makes a bit of a jolt because of a bump in the road, you wrap your arms around minghao tightly and lay your head on his back as your way of hiding your red face
- so as to not make things feel awkward, you decide to start a conversation and say “minghao…. sorry for all this trouble…. but thanks for this.”
- minghao says “it’s nothing. i didn’t want you to walk back all by yourself, you know?”
- you smile to yourself at his words, and then ask “so where’s your dorm? west side or east side?”
- you see him shake his head and he says “i don’t have a dorm room. i live closeby, so there’s no need for me to get one. saves a lot of money, thank goodness.”
- you ask “you live closeby?” and he says “yup, i live a few minutes away from my family’s restaurant. in the other direction.”
- you guiltily ask “so i’m out of your way….?” and minghao says “i really don’t mind!! it’s not far, and besides, i’m the one who offered, so don’t feel bad.”
- you say “thank you again, minghao…. really.” and he replies “no problem.”
- minghao slows down and eventually stops when you reach the dorms, letting you get off his bike to head inside
- you say “be careful on your way home, all right?” and he laughs “don’t worry about me. good night, (name).”
- you head back to your dorm room and your roommate’s already asleep when you get there, but it doesn’t stop you from plopping onto your bed and screaming into your pillow about how CUTE minghao is!!!! and how he took you home on his bike!!!!
- a pillow suddenly hits you on the head, and you turn to see your roommate glaring at you
- they say “ok tell me what happened. but i’m warning you; if it isn’t interesting enough, i will kill you.” and you shut your mouth and start a bit of your homework, but you just can’t concentrate because your mind is only on minghao
- you wake up the next day with a smile on your face, but it sadly disappears when your roommate tells you it’s your turn to buy the groceries and you’re like ughhh WHY IT’S SATURDAY LET ME REST
- they say “do you want an actual meal or instant ramyeon?”
- “instant ramyeon doesn’t sound too bad—” “go get groceries.” “fine.”
- you’re walking down the busy streets, grasping the grocery list in one hand, and you enter the first grocery store you see
- you quickly pick up a few foods small enough to fit inside you and your roommate’s mini-fridge, and a bunch of snacks you can both eat while finishing up some late-night work
- after ringing up your items, you feel someone tap your shoulder and when you turn around, you see minghao smiling down at you
- you ask “minghao? what are you doing here?”
- he lifts up the bags he’s carrying and says “grocery shopping for the restaurant. are you heading back now?”
- you nod your head and he shyly asks “do you maybe want to….. walk back together?” and you exclaim a little too excitedly “sure!!”
- you start heading back to the dorms, but on your way there, you and minghao pass by a little shop, and minghao says “oh wait, i’m just going to take a quick stop here to get something for my mom.”
- the shop looks really cramped so you tell him “alright, i’ll be waiting outside.” and he nods his head and goes in
- you set down your grocery bags on the ground and play on your phone while waiting for him
- but a shadow suddenly looms over you, and you look up expecting to see minghao, but instead, you see this guy whom you’ve never seen before standing in front of you
- he says “hey!” and you slowly respond “…hi?…”
- he continues “what are you doing here all by yourself?” and you’re like ok. i know where this is going.
- the guy starts flirting with you and you’re clearly uncomfortable, but you just kind of shrug him off or dryly give him one-word answers
- while the guy’s in the middle of asking for your number, someone steps between you two and you look up to see that it’s minghao
- with a glare, he asks “is there something i can do for you instead?” and the guy asks “who are you?”
- minghao grabs your hand and says “their boyfriend.”
- you look up at minghao wordlessly, and the guy immediately apologizes and walks off because minghao looked so ready to drop-kick him in the face
- when he’s out of sight, minghao turns to you with a smile and asks “ready to start heading back?”
- you stutter “s-sure….!” but then you look down to see that he’s still holding your hand….
- minghao notices and quickly lets go, clearing his throat awkwardly, saying “s-sorry.”
- you’re about to pick up your groceries, but minghao grabs them before you and says “don’t worry, i got it!!”
- you and minghao walk the rest of the way home together, but the whole time, your mind is on the event that happened earlier when minghao told that guy that he was your…. boyfriend….
- minghao notices you looking pretty distracted, so he asks “are you all right?”
- your mind tells you to say “i’m fine, don’t worry!!” but instead, what comes out of your mouth is “why… did you tell that guy you’re my boyfriend?”
- minghao says “he looked like he was disturbing you, so i thought that saying i’m your boyfriend would get him to go away….. it worked, didn’t it?”
- and you say “oh, he was pretty annoying. thanks for saving me again” and he nods his head and keeps walking
- you tell yourself “stop overthinking!!! minghao’s just doing all this to keep this fake dating thing going…. he’s probably just doing all this to not make things awkward between you two, right???”
- the dorm is on the way back to minghao’s family’s restaurant, so he drops you off there
- while handing you your groceries, he asks “it was nice seeing you today. see you in class on tuesday?” and you nod your head
- you both say your goodbyes and you watch him go with a happy smile on your face, and when you turn around, you see the annoying guy from your class by the entrance
- you’re like “oh no” but the guy says “relax, i’m not going to ask for your number or anything. it’s just crazy to see that you’re actually dating that guy….”
- you ask “is there something wrong with that?” and he shakes his head “i didn’t mean for that to sound bad!! i meant…. i’ve never seen you two together before…. but i did now…. sorry for bugging you so much, i really didn’t know.”
- you say “thanks for being understanding.” and the guy grins “i’m also here to say bye, i’m dropping the class ahahah”
- you say “huh?? why??” and the guy shrugs “i don’t think i can stay motivated?? and i’m already taking the maximum number of courses, dropping one class will actually allow me to breathe”
- you say “o-oh, it was nice meeting you then” and the guy nods “you too, (name). best of luck with your boyfriend!!”
- the guy grins at you one last time before walking past you to probably head to the course registration building to drop his class
- as you watch him go, you think “oh, i can tell minghao we don’t need to pretend anymore”
- that’s what you tell yourself…. but when you see minghao sitting in the spot next to your unassigned assigned seat…. you can’t bring yourself to tell him
- if the guy’s convinced, if the guy dropped the class…. why should you keep pretending?
- you know you’re being selfish
- but sitting next to him in class? the bike ride? the groceries? you don’t want to let it all go just yet
- weeks pass, and you’re unsure if minghao knows that the guy dropped the class because he still sits next to you….
- the more days pass, you feel guiltier and guiltier because you’re just wasting his time
- you have to let go of your selfishness and break it off….
- you enter your class to find minghao there first as usual, and when you take a seat, he says “hey!! we have a new meal on the menu, do you want to come by later to try it out??”
- you nod your head and tell him you’ll come by at around 8pm tonight, and his face brightens at your words
- you get to the restaurant at 8:20pm, and minghao and his parents greet you enthusiastically as you enter through the door
- you say “hello!! minghao told me about the new meal” and his parents get straight to work while you sit on one of the tables
- after dinner, you walk over to the counter and minghao rings you up
- he says “i’ll take you back to the dorms, okay?” and you know you can’t argue with him so you just nod your head
- you say a quick good night to his parents, and follow minghao outside, where he’s working on unlocking his bike from the bike rack
- you sit on the rear rack and minghao starts pedaling, taking you in the direction of the dorms
- but instead of turning left at the end of the street, he turns right, and you ask “minghao, where are you going??? school’s the other way”
- minghao grins “there’s something i want to show you first!!!”
- you hold on tightly to him as he bikes through the dirt paths, and he stops when you both reach a field near the water
- the pearly-white moon is reflected on the water as well as the twinkling stars and you just….. never want this moment to end
- you say “it’s so beautiful….” and minghao says “i know right? i go here when i want some time alone. it’s really calming, especially during sunsets”
- as you’re watching the ripples forming in the river, you suddenly remember this whole fake dating thing…..
- minghao’s spending so much time on you and for what?? to keep that annoying guy away?? he’s gone now, there’s no reason to stay together anymore
- you…. have to let him know
- you say “minghao.”
- he says “yes?”
- you ask “you know that guy who made us start this whole fake dating thing?”
- he asks “what about him?”
- you look down and say “he dropped the class.”
- minghao looks at you as you continue “he…. he dropped it a while ago. i’m sorry i didn’t tell you.”
- he stays quiet after hearing your words, and you say “so…. we don’t have to do this anymore. i’m sorry i wasted your time.”
- you turn around and start heading back for the dorms
- and something inside of you hopes that he would call out your name, something inside of you hopes that he would stop you
- but he doesn’t
- three days later, you enter the class you and minghao have together, and even though you two just “broke up”, he’s still sitting in the spot next to your unassigned assigned seat
- minghao shifts his gaze over to you, and you both have eye contact
- but you’re the first to look away, and you take a seat somewhere else instead
- it’s been three weeks since you’ve been to minghao’s family’s restaurant
- you can’t bring yourself to go back there after the “breakup” because…. you know it was all for pretend, but you had hoped that…. maybe he learned to like you after all this time…..
- you sigh “i really have to get over this stupid crush…..”
- after an entire month of avoiding the restaurant, you finally decide to go one night
- you didn’t want to make his parents think that you got sick of their food or anything, so you decided on just getting takeout
- you don’t have to be there for long, and it shows that you still love their food PLUS minghao doesn’t always work on weekdays so if you’re lucky, he might not be there…..?
- you walk into the restaurant and sigh in relief to see that minghao isn’t at the counter like he always is
- his parents greet you warmly when they see you, and just as you’re about to tell them your order….. minghao walks out of the washroom and you just want to sink to the ground
- he looks at you and asks as he walks behind the counter “hey…. i’ll, uh, ring you up. takeout, right?”
- you nod your head and tell him your order, but while you’re waiting for the debit machine to tell you how much you owe, minghao says “it’s fine.”
- he takes his wallet out and swipes his own card on the machine, ignoring you, who’s saying “no, i can pay!!”
- after minghao shuts the cash register, an awkward silence follows and only the sound of his parents cooking fills the room
- you just kind of stand by the counter looking down to avoid eye waiting while waiting for your meal
- when minghao quietly says
- “you… haven’t passed by in a while.”
- you slowly look up at him and you both have eye contact
- he looks like he’s about to say something else, but he gets cut off by his dad, who holds your takeout box in front of you exclaiming “here you go!!”
- you take the food in your hands and say “thank you” before saying goodbye to minghao and his parents
- when you exit the restaurant, it only takes you about ten steps before the door behind you opens
- you turn around to see minghao running over to you and he says “i’ll take you back to the dorms.”
- you shake your head and say “i’m fine just walking back by myself, really. and i know it’s out of your way.” but minghao doesn’t listen and unlocks his bike from the bike rack
- he pedals over to you and nods over to the rear rack on his bike
- he says “hop on. the food will get cold.”
- you wordlessly sit on the back of his bike and minghao begins pedalling in the direction of campus
- the bike ride is quiet….. and you can’t help but think how AWKWARD it’s going to be once you reach the dorms
- when you finally get there, you get off his bike and say “thanks for taking me back….. i’ll see you around. good night, minghao.”
- you turn around and start walking towards the entrance, when minghao suddenly calls out your name
- you turn around to look at him and he gets off his bike to walk over to you
- he nervously says “i’ve never been good with words, but after all this time spent together…. i might have…. kind of…. will you…. maybe…? because i really…. really like—!”
- you cut minghao off by kissing him on the lips, and it takes a while for him to react, but when he does…. your lips curve into a smile at how clumsy he is
- but his lips are soft, and his hands are cupping your cheeks, and you just want to stay like this forever…..
- when you both pull away, you look into minghao’s eyes and laugh “i really, really like you too.”
- minghao breaks out into a grin, and cups your cheeks again, bringing your head down so that he can kiss you on the forehead
- you eat at minghao’s family’s restaurant the next evening, and at the end of your meal, while his dad is ringing you up, minghao goes outside to unlock his bike to take you back to the dorms
- you politely say thank you and good night to his parents, but before you could exit the door, minghao’s mom calls after you, but this time, she knows your name
- she says “(name)?” and you turn to her and say “yes?”
- she approaches the counter and with a kind smile, she tells you “thank you… for making our son so happy.”
- you look out the window, and smile fondly as you watch minghao waiting for you on his bike
- you turn back to his parents and say “no, minghao’s the one who makes me happier than anyone else in the world.”
- you say good night to them, and you hop onto the rear rack of minghao’s bike like always, wrapping your arms around him while lying your head on his back
- halfway back to the dorms, he asks “i saw you talking to my parents. what did they say?”
- you joke “they just said that you’re really lucky to be dating something like me.”
- he says “well, they’re right.”
- you don’t respond, and instead smile to yourself as you wrap your arms around him even tighter

Boyfriend sounds lame -Tom Holland

A/N: I gave my mom a minor heart attack because I googled pregnancy tests for this imagine bfkdj This one feels a little rushed because I have a huge writers block-_- Enjoy?

You were alone in your bathroom, staring at the two pink lines. Who thought that two so unimportant seeming pink lines could change your whole life. Your hands were trembling, your mind still trying to comprehend what this meant, your body refusing to accept it all.
A knock pulled you out of your trance and your head shot up, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“Baby are you alright in there? You’ve been in there for some time.” Tom shouted on the other side of the door and your eyes widened. You brushed over your cheeks, trying not to panick and got off the bathtub.
“Yeah I’m fine.” you called back before he could get suspisious. You shoved the test into your pocket, not risking him seeing it by throwing it into the bin.

“Hey.” you said as soon as you opened the door because he was standing right infront of you.
“Are you okay?” he asked with a concerned look on his face and you cracked a half smile.
“Yeah…just felt a little nauseous.” you shrugged your shoulders and he furrowed his brows.
“I’m fine. Stop it.” you chuckled nervously and he laid his palm against the crook of your neck and placed a gentle kiss on your temple.
“I need to rush out. But if you should feel bad again, you call me alright?”

You nodded obediently and walked him over to the front door where he put his shoes on.
You couldn’t tell him right now. Maybe it was false. You should know for sure before telling him. But doesn’t he deserve to know right away?

“Tom!” you called him as he opened the door and he stops to turn around.
He raised a questioning brow and looked into your eyes and you froze. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it again, shaking your head lightly.
“Don’t overwork yourself.” you said finally and his lips formed into a smile.
“Same goes for you, darling.” he said and leaned in to give you a last kiss before he shut the door behind him.

You decide to call in sick and go to the closest pharmacy to buy five different tests.
You stuff them into your bag immediatly and don’t take off your glasses or cap. You rush home again and procrastinate as long as possible. You are again locked in the bathroom when you here the front door open. You jump up and throw all of them into a bag and stuff it under the counter. Tom would never look there. You unlock the bathroom door and walk into the kitchen with a fluttering heart, trying to gather the courage together to tell him. Six positive tests couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?

You opend your mouth again to say something and he turned around at the same time which made you freeze. Again.
He looked tired and stressed which was always not a good time for serious discussions.
“Hey…” you said and walked over, to pull him into a tight hug. He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on top of your head.
“I have to fly away in the morning. For three months.” he said into the silence and your whole body stiffened.
“I know. I’m sorry. I would take you with me if I could. The last thing I want is to leave you behind right now.” he apologized but your mind was else where. Getting a child, raising a child was impossible in your relationship. He was always gone for several months. The poor child would barely know his dad. A shiver ran down your spine and you pulled away from him which he interpreted differently.

“I’m really sorry. Please don’t be mad.” he said and took your hand in his but you stepped backwards still burried in your own thoughts.
“I’m not. I’m just…tired.” you lied and turned away so he wouldn’t see the tear escaping your eye. This was impossible.


The next morning you drove him to the air port. No one said anything. Tom thought you were mad at him for leaving again but the truth was you were afraid to say anything. Afraid of breaking down and crying making him feel obligated and overwhelmed. So you said nothing.
You kissed him good bye and put on a fake smile. He knew it was fake but he couldn’t do anything about it.
“I’ll call you as soon as I land.” he said while pulling apart and you nodded.
“Take care.”

“Stay safe.”

You said your goodbyes as always and you waved after him until you couldn’t see him anymore.


You decided for yourself to see a doctor before you would tell Tom anything. To be 100% sure. There was still that tiny bit of hope in the corner of your mind that all of the tests were wrong. It’s been a month since you found out yourself and you were finally sitting in the doctors room, waiting for the doctor to come back with your results. You knew Dr.Payton for a long time so you didn’t have to wear anything to hide your identity.
“So! We have the results.” he said and you looked over your shoulder to the door where Dr.Payton just had walked in.

“Do you want to wait for Tom to come in?” he asked politely and you felt a dagger in your heart.
“Oh, no that’s not necessary. He is out of the country. You know Tom. Always busy.” you faked a chuckle and tugged your hair behind your ear to keep your hands busy.
“You’re right. You’ll tell him yourself.”

“What?” Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped.

“You’re having a baby! Congratulations!” he cheered and you laughed. He interpreted it as hapiness but it was out of pure panick.
In that moment you heared a gentle knock on the door and looked over your shoulder as a reflex. A nurse peeked her head through the gap and her eyes widened as she saw you.
“You…you’re…” she stuttered and Dr.Payton shut her down because you were in no condition to talk.
“Could you please leave us alone?” he said and his expression was ice cold.
“I’m so sorry for that. I always tell them to not come in when you are here. She must have overheared it.” he apologized but you didn’t react to that.

“I should go now.”


Two days later you were skyping with Tom who was telling you about his events and interviews. Even though you tried really hard to concentrate your mind traveled off to your concerns.
“And then I cheated on you with this really hot girl at the bar. How do you like that?”

“That’s great baby. I’m proud of you.” you answered and kept doodling in your notebook.

“Hmm?” you said and looked up from your notebook into the camera.

“What’s going on?” he asked and furrowed his brows looking into your eyes, searching for the cause of your absence.

“Nothing. Why?” you said and raised your brows innocently.

“You’re lying. I just told you that I cheated on you and you told me that you are proud of me. Either we are having an open relationship I don’t know about or you went crazy.” he joked halfheartedly and you furrowed your brows.

“You did what?” you growled and put your notbook to the side.

“That’s more like the reaction I expected.” he chuckled but it was not funny to you at all.
“It was a joke. It was a test. You were not listening.”

“I was!”

He raised his eyebrows and a smirk appeared on his lips.

“Maybe I wasn’t in that moment. But I was.” you defended yourself and crossed your arms infront of your chest.

“Alright champ. Tell me what’s going on in your pretty little head.” he said and leaned back.


“Liar, liar pants on fire. You want me to come over with a fire estinguisher?”

“You’re a moron.” you said rolling your eyes and he laughed his ass off. You just opened your mouth to say something when you heared a knock on his door.

“Wait. Hold on. I have to get that.” he said and pealed himself off the couch and put his phone on to the coffee table.
You waited while chewing on your bottom lip and tried to form the right sentences in your head.
As soon as he appeared back on your screen you opened your mouth but he interrupted you.

“I’m so sorry. I have to go. Someone messed up something and I have to fix it.” he sighed and you closed your mouth again. Maybe telling him face to face was better.
“Alright. We’ll talk later.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too. Take care.”

“Stay safe.”


After that you didn’t get the chance to tell him. You barely could talk to him anyways because you were always nauseous and dizzy. One time you almost fainted and had to lay down. You only had short conversations about unimportant stuff but you talked every now and then. As your condition got worse you finally decided to tell him. You felt dizzy the whole day and couldn’t get out of the bathroom. Nothing was staying in your stomach and you felt drained. You didn’t have the courage to go to the hospital out of fear someone would recognize you.

But whenever you called him he either didn’t pick up or the line was busy. This went on for three days and you were feeling helpless.
You pealed yourself off the bathroom floor, your sight blurry, your head heavy and were stumbling to your bedroom when the front door flew open and a very angry Tom stepped in.

“How dare you not tell me about our child?!” was the first thing he yelled and you felt a familiar sharp pain in your head. Oh no.
“Tom…” you stepped forward trying to tell him that you started to see black when your knees gave in and you fell to the ground.


You woke up in a bright room, a familiar beeping filling your ears, two of them actually. Your nose tickled every few seconds and your eyes fluttered open. As soon as you open your eyes you saw Tom sitting beside your bed, holding your hand with closed eyes and your heart skipped a beat.
“What happened?” you said with a sore throat and his head shot up. His eyes were filled with pure concern and fear. As soon as he looked at you, relief took the place of fear.
“Thank god you’re awake.” he said and leaned in to give you a kiss on your forhead.
“You scared me so much when you fainted.” he said with a shaky voice and kissed the top of your hand.

“What happened?” you asked again and sat up while your free hand wandered to your belly.
“You’re fine. Both of you are. You were drained because of the constant puking. Your body shut down to prevent worse. I could’ve lost you both.” he said and you could hear a little anger in his voice.

“I was scared. I am scared. I didn’t know what you would think. If you would want to keep it. If you’d be angry. If you’d be happy. If you’d leave me. I knew nothing.”

“I am scared too but that’s not a reason not to tell me.” he said a little hurt and you let your shoulders sink.

“I know. I tried to tell you several times but there was always something in between. You didn’t even pick up your phone the last few days.”

“Because I had already found out and I would have broken your heart if I had picked up.” he explained himself and you nodded.

“How’d you find out?” you finally asked and couldn’t look up.

“A nurse at Dr.Paytons posted the results. She got fired right away when they found out who it was and they took it down. I stumbled across it because of the fans congratulating me. I thought it was a bad joke at first.” he said and you looked up through your lashes into his eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know. I’m sorry for not being there for you.”


8 months later you are standing at the front door and look down at your shoes.
“Tom!” you call for him and look over to the living room.
“Tom!” you call again now more impatient and hear his footsteps coming closer. He leanes against the doorframe and crosses his arms infront of his chest, trying to hide his grin.
“Stop grinning like an idiot and help mr. I can’t tie my shoelaces.” you say rolling your eyes and make him chuckle. He walks over to you and kneels down while taking your shoe laces into his hands.
“Can you see me from up there?” he jokes and ducks down to avoid your hand.

“Shut up. I can’t even see my own feet. Everything is swollen and hurts. It feels like somebody is ripping my spine out and I have shit head for a boyfriend.”

He stands up with a big grin on his face after he is finished and cups your face with his hands.
“Don’t you think that boyfriend sounds a little lame?” he askes and your eyes widen. He chuckles at your reaction and pulles away to open the front door.

“Wait. What is that supposed to mean?” you ask and turn around to look at him but he walks out of the door.

“We have an appointment. You better hurry up.”


the smh team as stuff my friend leif does/says:
  • Bitty: listen grandma, aunt carol is a stone cold bitch and her cookies taste like death
  • Jack: selfcare is travelling to the shadow realm and taking a long spa day with your evil twin
  • Shitty: listen, i would not only fuck /my/ clone, i would fuck all clones.
  • Lardo: *five minutes before a class starts* gimme a needle im gonna pierce my ear real quick
  • Ransom: *after puking in my kitchen* im happy no one got too drunk this time
  • Holster: *mixing absinth and beer* tonight we ride together and die together. who cares if its wednesday
  • Nursey: i once wrote 15 poems in one sitting bc i boiled my coffee with mountain dew
  • Dex: *whispering* you see the secret to liking guys... it's all in the hair
  • Chowder: i take on life one dino-shaped chicken nugget at a time
  • Tango: why did my mom tell me that my pet ran away instead of telling me the truth? it was a pet rock
  • Whiskey: say, do wine and blood stains share the same cleaning process?
  • Foxtrot: you have the charisma of a smeared lipstick
This Is Why I Need You

Taking care of three requests at once <3 Here is a long, one-shot taking place after Season 2 Episode 5. Juggie fights for Betty like he SHOULD HAVE from the beginning.

“Is it true?“ he asks her, solemnly. She sucks in a sharp breath and looks away. She rummages through her supplies for a bandage for the scrape above his eyebrow. She can’t bring herself to answer him. He’ll know she’s lying. "All that stuff that Archie said? You don’t… you want me, anymore?”

“Jug…” she sighs, torn between wanting to tell him the truth and wanting to keep him safe. “I just… I need some space to figure things out right now.”

She’s lying. He knows her. She still won’t look at him. He’s about to call her out when her cracked phone begins to ring a few feet away. She up and dives for it, silencing it as quickly as she can without even looking at who is calling her.

She already knows who it is.

Jughead eyes her carefully, skeptically. He slowly rises to his elbows, ignoring Betty’s protests for him to lay back. She begins to clean the cut above his eyebrow.

“So, that’s it then?” he sniffs, shaking his head with teary eyes. “You’re not going to tell me the truth?” Her hand drops from his forehead with the bloodied cotton ball and she just stares blankly back at him.

“Are you?” she wonders, simply. His mouth drops to reply, but she’s right. They’ve both been hiding things. She shrugs, shaking her head mournfully, “You’re a Serpent now? And you didn’t even tell me?” He sits up more, his eyes as wide as he can make them, despite the swelling.

“You said you would support me, whatever I had to explore, Betty-”

“Yes, I did. And I do,” she replies quickly. “And if you were being honest with me, then I really could support you. But you’re lying Juggie-” He groans, rolling over and pulling himself up from the floor. “Jug, stop! You’re going to hurt yourself.” But he doesn’t care. He can’t just sit here and listen to this, he has too much adrenaline pumping through his veins. He turns to her.

“Okay so that whole stunt you pulled, sending Archie to break it off with me, what? That was all real? You’re really going to end things this way-?”

“I-” she stammers.

Her phone rings again and Betty wants to scream. She shuts it off this time.

“Who is that?”

She gets up, beginning to usher him toward her window. “It’s no one. You have to go-” He stops her and she’s unable to get him to move. He plants his feet. He’s not going anywhere.

What are you hiding, Betty? Because you can’t leave me for being dishonest when you are keeping things from me, too-”

“Juggie, please. Please just stop-”

“Does this have to do with the Black Hood? Did he… did he threaten you?” She hides her face in her hands to hide the fact that she’s unravelling. “God, just tell me Betty!”

“I swear it will all make sense soon but yo- you have to go. And not out the front. Back out the windo-”

“No!” He finally yells. He takes her by the shoulders and shakes her lightly. “Betty, tell me! I deserve to know why-”

She clenches her jaw and her fists, frustratedly. She almost tells him, but she is too scared to take the risk. Her eyes narrow.

“See?” she says coldly, brushing past him. She leans on her vanity, looking at him only through the mirror because she can’t say it to his face. “This is why I sent Archie. I knew you wouldn’t let this go.” Her own words hurt her. She sent Archie so she wouldn’t have to see the pain in his eyes when she rejected him. It was bad enough hurting Veronica to cut off her friendship, this was pure agony.

“No,“ he shakes his head at her defiantly. "No, I don’t believe that. I don’t accept that.”

“Well, I’m sorry. But it’s the truth, Jughead.” Her breaths are ragged, her heart is breaking all over again. “Everything Archie said. All of it.”

“No, you sent Archie because you know I can see through you. I know you, Betty!” He saunters up behind her, staring at her eyes through the mirror. His gaze seems to permeate down to her soul. He gently rests his hands on her shoulders from behind her, his voice low and circling her ear. 

“You love me, Betty Cooper. I saw you two days ago. We sat in a booth - out booth - talked about running away together, remember?” She shakes her head, the tears freely falling now. She doesn’t want to remember. She doesn’t want to remember his hands or his lips or his heart. "Betty please. It’s me. You can tell me anything.”

“You don’t understand,“ she cries, turning to face him finally. She’s frenzied now. Terrified. "It’s not safe for you here. It’s not safe for you to be around me. H-he said he’d cut you out of my life. His way-”

“I don’t care!” he shouts at her. They stare at one another in awed silence for a moment. He reaches up to his face to wipe away the tears that have somehow managed to escape. “I don’t care, Betty. I would rather take on some masked psychopath for the rest of my life than go one day without having you. You are mine.”

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Finding Closure (Part 4)

Summary: AU. Reader left behind a hometown full of misery to make a new home in Brooklyn. A death in the family forces her to briefly return to the place that has haunted her dreams and memories for three years. Will she finally be able to move on, or will a figure from the past change everything?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,367

Warnings: angst, language, mentions of bad home life, family issues, revisiting childhood home, excessive Bucky adorableness, drinking, dumb decisions on both sides

A/N: I just needed to post this. Part four of my entry for @tatortot2701‘s AU challenge. I know it’s probably annoying, and it doesn’t get anyone anywhere, but who’s rational when it comes to this stuff anyway? PS - the song is “My Girl” by the Temptations. I hc that Bucky’s uncle used to listen to oldies in the garage.

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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Crown of Flowers

Plot: You’re not feeling good with yourself and Draco notices it and comes to talk to you.

Warnings: Fluffy, body issues.

Word Count: 1.003

Author’s Note: English is NOT my first language, so if there are grammatical mistakes, you can text me and I’ll correct them. In case you don’t know, (h/c) means Hair Color, (e/c) means Eye Color and (s/c) means Skin Color. Hope you all like it. (ᵔᴥᵔ)

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Originally posted by sharnah99omd

I sat on the grass in front of the Black Lake and took off my shoes. My feet were sore at the end of the day, but I wasn’t surprised. They carried all my weight, how could they not be sore. I sighed, running my hands through my (h/c) hair. In the last days, for some reason, I wasn’t feeling that good with myself, and I avoided mirrors like Devil avoids the cross. I felt so ugly, so fat… That thoughts were killing me, because they did not came alone. They brought other insecurities that broke me even more. One in particular was getting me out of my mind.

Why is Draco with me?

When I saw him talking to the other Slytherin girls, I started thinking that maybe he did not needed me at all. I mean, they were prettier, anyone could see that, so what did I had of spacial? Why did he picked me? What if he realizes I have nothing to offer and leave me? That questions were slowly depressing me, and making me get away from my friends and from Draco his self.

My eyes got field with tears, and I let myself fall apart, because I wasn’t strong enough to keep them from falling down my cheeks. I was so tired, I just wanted to be pretty, to be gracious like the beauxbatons girls… Truth be told, I was feeling shitty since they showed up, two years ago, but now, it was stronger.

Of course I did not wanted to feel like that, but how could I stop myself? Tears kept falling, and I sobbed. God, why am I so weak? Why can’t I love myself like a normal person? I kept asking the same questions, without finding the answers.

“Elena?” I heard a voice behind me and turned my head to see my boyfriend walking to me his tie loose on his neck, his blonde hair messed. I cleaned my cheeks as fast as I could so he wouldn’t realize I was crying, but  when he sat by my side I realized how useless it had been; his gray eyes showed how much he was worried about me, and I felt guilty for a second. This was not his fault, he shouldn’t be feeling like that. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand reaching out to my face, wiping a tear that had insisted on staying there.

“It’s nothing important, Draco. Don’t worry, please.”

“How am I suppose to not worry about you? You’re my girlfriend, I have to. Someone did something to you and you don’t want to give the person in, is that? If it was that guy from hufflepuff again, I swear I’ll beat the fuck out o…”

“Malfoy, it’s not him, ok?” I interrupted him. “It’s not anyone, it’s me.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I… I don’t want to talk about this, and I don’t know if I’m able to.”

“You know I’m not going to judge you, right? Talk to me, Elena, I want to help you. What’s the point of dating each other if we’re going to keep secrets?” His left hand held mine, his thumb pressing the ring he gave me. I knew what that meant. His left arm had the dark mark. “We promised, remember? Nothing between us.”

“I… I don’t feel good, Draco. With myself.” I whispered.

“Keep going. Talk to me, Princess.” He used my nickname to encourage me.

“I don’t like the way I look, that’s nothing else to say about it.” My eyes filled up again, and I looked down, incapable of facing my boyfriend.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” He said.

“How could this possible be your fault, Draco?”

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m suppose to support you whenever you need me, but I’m just to busy with my own problems to pay attention on you.” He was mad, and I got to say, that scared me a little. “I should make you feel perfect, not worthless.”

“Malfoy, listen to me, you can’t blame yourself for what’s happening to me. I know you love me, I have the proof in your left arm, the problem is that I can’t love myself, and that’s nothing you can do to change this.”

“Will see if that’s true.” He said, pulling me closer to his chest. I could almost feel the determination on his voice.

For the next week, Draco wouldn’t leave my side. He’d walk with his arm around my waist, kiss my face and neck all the time and whisper “you’re beautiful” in my ear. During class, he would hold my hand and caress it with his thumb. In lunch time, he dragged me to an empty classroom and kissed me passionately. I confess, I enjoyed that a lot, and so did my ego.

After dinner one night, the blonde asked me to wait for him in the Common Room, even through everyone was in bed already. I did what he asked, waiting in the couch, reading to distract me. When he walked in, he had his hands behind his back, hiding something.

“Ok, what’s that Malfoy?” I asked, curious.

“I know you said this wasn’t my fault, but still I feel like I should take care of you. I love you a lot, Elena, I couldn’t leave without you, and I also know you think I’ve proved that join… You know what, but the truth is that nothing I do will never really show how much I care ‘bout you. They call me the Slyterin Prince, but you’re the real Queen of Slytherin and of my heart.” I smiled at his speech and he held out a crown of white roses. My favorite flower. “You deserve all the crowns in the world, love.”

I kissed him passionately, smiling and understanding for the first time that I did not had to be perfect in the world’s eyes if I have always been and will always be in the eyes of the one I love.

The Arrangement: Part 5

Title:  The Arrangement: Part 5

Summary:  He’s a mechanic. She’s a lonely woman with more money than she knows what to do with. Fate brings them together and sparks fly. But only for six weeks. That’s the arrangement.

Need to catch up? The Arrangement Master Post

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count:  2971

Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, sexual content, angst

Author’s Notes:  This is a multi-part series. Shifts between multiple points of view.

Originally posted by justjensenanddean

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Something that really pisses me off lately.

Internet-based ‘journalists’ (aka bloggers) are obsessed with their preconceived notion that Zack Snyder is a terrible filmmaker and that Joss Whedon is a phenomenally better director. Any news of JL related to Joss Whedon, they jump to their feet and enthusiastically tell their readers every three days how Zack’s involvement is weakening and how that’s making the film better, starting only after a week when it was told that Zack’s daughter had committed suicide.

“But all these people are trying to do is to report the truth so it’s wrong to assume that they have a bias against Zack Snyder?” When Zack Snyder is credited first for writing the story of Wonder Woman and has produced the movie along with his wife, no-one bats an eye. But when Joss Whedon writes additional scenes for Justice League, it’s no longer Zack Snyder’s film, it’s Whedon’s. These people claim that Patty Jenkins has “saved” the DCEU because “thank God Zack Snyder wasn’t involved.” It’s as if they’re desperate to prove that Zack Snyder is incapable of doing anything good and therefore the less he’s involved, the better.

Increasingly I am disgusted with the way the media treats Zack Snyder. Remember when he made a fan-made trailer mashing BvS and Star Wars? Despite it being fan made, people again lost their minds at how it “proved Zack Snyder’s bad at everything”, or that he’s a lazy director because he’s wasting his time making unnecessary trailers. They seem to have forgotten that Zack Snyder is just a human, working day and night to accomplish his vision, making films because that’s just basically what he loves doing. It’s absolutely mortifying to watch these people tear a human being apart, even after they have all read what Zack had to say about them:

“Here’s the thing, I never planned to make this public. I thought it would just be in the family, a private matter, our private sorrow that we would deal with. When it became obvious that I need to take a break, I knew there would be narratives created on the internet. They’ll do what they do. The truth is … I’m past caring about that kind of thing now.”

Have they learned nothing? Maybe if it weren’t for their attention-seeking asses and vitriolic hatred they publicly showed for Zack Snyder, he wouldn’t have had to let people know that such a tragedy had occurred. Maybe he would have been able to grieve privately with his family in peace. But no, he was aware that bloggers would be excited that he’s leaving, so he had to let them know to shut their greedy mouths. How messed up is the Internet? Just after sharing their condolences closely followed by “I don’t like his films, but”, they didn’t hesitate to discredit his work on Wonder Woman, claiming that “it’s about time that Zack Snyder left the DCEU.”

Steve Rogers Masterlist

Hard Fellings

Summary:  (Modern Au) After the death of your only living relative, you find yourself lost in life and your feelings. To make things worse, you have to deal with Steve Rogers someone from your past that is more present in your life now than ever.

Love Story 

Summary:  Your whole life you spent doing what is right and pleasing your parents, But one day you face one of the hardest decisions of your life.

No Place I Rather Be

Summary: You and Steve enjoy a beautiful spring day

A New Beginning Masterlist

Summary:  After moving a lot, you found yourself in a small town in the middle of Europe ready for a new start. You see yourself falling in love for the city and developing a crush for the cute stranger that you never had the courage to talk to until you’re forced to. (Modern Au)

Family Ties

Summary:  Steve doesn’t want to go to an important family event with you.

Not that kind of friends

Summary:  You and Steve are best friends, that are obvious in love with each other.

Birthday Boy

Summary: You bet with Steve who is going to be doing the dishes. ( And tiy tease him a little.)

I Gotta Tell You

Summary: You get home from work and find Steve playing with your adorable baby cousin. In the end of the day, he confesses something to you.

Sick and Sleepless

Summary: You wake up in the middle of the night feeling sick. Luckily Steve is there to help you.

Stranger’s (Smut)

Summary: You met Steve in one bar and two have a great night together.


Summary: Your cousin needs help with her adorable 2-year-old.

I Will Take Care Of You (Smut)

Summary: Like I say ti @amrita31199 this is one where Steve gets a massage and his dick sucked.

Cooking Classes (Smut)

Summary:  One day your Friend, Steve shows up in your house asking you to teach him to cook.

Let’s Hurt Tonight

Summary: You have to face the after match after another fight with Steve.  You have to deal with your bad habits and with the truth. ( I still suck at synopses.)

Memory Lane (Smut)

Summary:  You are writing your wedding vows when your mind takes you to a few memorable moments of your relationship with Steve.

What are we going to do on Christmas (Smut)

Summary: You never loved Christmas but your boyfriend do so when the time come you let him choose to do whatever he wants od the special date. You just didn’t think that he would use this chance for surprising you with the most perfect Christmas that you ever had.

Friends (Au)

Summary: You help take care of your Sick friend but he surprises you confessing his feelings for you.

A day in the Rogers Family

Summary: Totally Fluffy it’s just a domestic! Steve Dad Fic.

A Second Chance

Summary: You are supposed to get married in on a week to Steve but he calls you telling you that he won’t make it in time.

Live the fullest

Summary: After the death of close relative you have to deal with grief

  Lethargy Masterlist

Summary: This was inspired by lethargy by Bastille. And takes place after civil war. Steve doesn’t have anywhere else to go and you take him in.


Summary:  You suffer one terrible accident and wakes up without knowing who you are. 

Let me take care of you

Summary: Steve comes home expecting to find the reader but she is in pain in their room.

I am not sorry.

Summary:  Don’t leave me standing on this doorstep all night because I will.”


Summary :  Hey! Request, please. Song 19 with Captain America

Best Daddy

Summary  Could you please write 35 with Steve. I think he would just be the best dad ever and that makes my heart melt!


Summary :can you do a steve imagine with Oblivion ?

Cinderblock Garden

Summary :can you please write a Steve Rogers x Reader with Cinderblock Garden? It’s one of the best songs from All Time Low 😍 Lot’s of love 😘

Did he hurt you

Summary  Did they hurt you 


The fire crackled in the fireplace as I sat on the couch, resting my legs on the cushion. I struggled to keep my eyes open but pushed through my exhaustion. I had an exam tomorrow and I had made the stupid decision of joking around with Remus for three hours, pulling a nasty prank with Lily on a boy who had tried to slap her butt earlier, and annoying people in the library with James, Sirius, and Peter.

Remus was sleeping with a book open on his chest on the cushy armchair opposite of me. He had fallen asleep while quizzing me on my exam. I smiled at the sight of him sleeping. He looked so peaceful, like nothing could ever wake him up.

I turned my attention back to the book in front of me. I yawned and stared at the pages. The words floated off the pages but never registered in my brain, and I found myself falling asleep . I needed a glass of water to wake up. 

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4 o’clock

pairing: Jimin | reader
✥ genre: angst
✥ word count: 3.963
✥ warnings: blood, violence, graphic language
✥ author’s note: sorry for the hiatus, guys :( I told myself that I would just take a break but it ended up being five months. here’s my gift (???) to you people. it’s my most angsty yet. I saw a Tumblr au based on this and I had to write it because we all love to read sadness. :/ <3 <3 <3 Enjoy!! au based on this and I had to write it because we all love to read sadness. :/ <3 <3 <3 Enjoy!! if you can


They went their separate ways, but that doesn’t mean their paths won’t ever cross again

You watched as the blade slipped closer to your body.

You closed your eyes, trying to get the sight of your impending demise out of your mind. You wanted to remember something happy, but the only thought in your head was the fact that the cold hand of death was reaching out to you. You needed to feel something comforting, but there was only fear. You needed something that meant something, but you could only see the glinting of the blade that seemed to hover in time for a long moment.

You weren’t ready to die.

“Please,” you whispered to the hooded man.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he let out a dark laugh. In his clothed hand was a knife. It was glinting silver in the darkness of the alleyway as he twisted it in his grasp.

Your back hit a brick wall – You were trapped.

His lips twitched grimly now.  

Please,” you sobbed. You couldn’t will your body to move. In that moment, you were completely vulnerable.

And he knew it too.

You knew it was over, but you weren’t going to let it happen easily. You bent down and tried to grab at his leg, trying to pull him down to your level. It didn’t work. He shifted his weight and moved to the side. In a split second, his left hand shot forward to grasp the back of your hair and slowly drag you up the wall to face him.

There was fear in your eyes, but not a trace of it in his.

The man slammed his cold, clammy hand over your mouth as he grasped the knife with his other hand. You saw the tip of the knife inch closer to you with every breath. You vigorously shook your head, the back of your scalp rubbing against the rough texture of the brick wall.

Again the twisted smile crossed his lips.

“You should’ve stayed quiet, darling.”

Your muffled cries for help rapidly increased in speed and vigour as the tip of the blade came closer, seeming to inch through eternity, moving closer with the precision that only the end could bring. A single glimmering tear shimmered out of your eyes. When you felt the sharp sting of the metal come into contact with your skin, a burst of pain shot through your chest.

And then it came again.

And again.

Please,” you croaked, so hoarse you weren’t certain you had even spoken. “No. More.”  

The faint sound of metal hitting the ground and the hurried scruffs of shoes against the pavement filtered into your ears as you immediately dropped to the ground. You looked down at your crimson hands, soaked with blood that was dripping from your side. You weren’t dead yet, but you would be soon if you didn’t get help. You were in no condition to walk, or even scream for help at this point.

So you lay there.

You always thought about how you would go, but one thing for sure, you always thought that you wouldn’t die alone – that you would die after a long and well-lived life with Jimin—Oh God, Jimin.

A new wave of terror flooded through you.

I have to see him, you internally panicked.

But you knew you couldn’t. You were in no condition to move, let alone walk all the way to his apartment.

The deafening silence of the streets was temporarily broken by the familiar sound of your phone notifications as it resonated off the ashen brick walls.

My phone

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the faint glint of your phone screen that was strewn across the ground. Despite the pain emanating from every cell in your body, you kept your hand firmly clamped over the gaping wound and dragged yourself towards it.

You stretched an arm out to swat the phone towards you, but in the process, your other hand moved away from your injury. The wound touched the ground and you let out a cry.

I have to get the phone

Without thinking twice, you grit your teeth and shot your arm to grab hold of your phone. You grasped it tightly and immediately brought it to your chest. You felt your head growing dizzy from the lack of blood and oxygen.

You don’t know how long you laid with your back against the pavement and your phone held in a death grip against the beating of your heart.

The loud thumping of your heart practically roared inside your head as your chest heaved up and down in an erratic manner. Spots began to cloud your vision as you tried to blink away the tears threatening to escape from the corners of your eyes. The wounds located just below your rib cage pulsated, the skin feeling as if it were being torn apart all over again. You could just feel the debris from the broken concrete sink deeper into your flesh, the stinging sensation intensifying with every breath.  

It felt as if an eternity had passed before you could properly breathe again. For now, the pain had subsided into a dull, static ache. Ignoring the pain in your abdomen, you brought the phone close to your line of vision. Immediately, the sickeningly dry, metallic pungency of blood covering your hands infiltrated your nostrils that smothered your senses. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as the stench intensified. Trying to recall his number in the thick soup of your brain, you found your thumb scrolling through your contacts list. You squinted at the bright and bold letters pulsating across your phone screen.  

Jimin-oppa <3

With painstakingly slow hand movements, you pursued your lips together and pressed call.

The phone rang twice, three times, and then–


Your grip on the phone tightened.

“Did I wake you up?”

You heard Jimin fumble for and scrape up his wireframes.

“No,” he yawned, “I was awake.”

You inhaled a sharp breath.

“You were never a good liar.”

Jimin’s mouth curved up into a smile as another yawn escaped his lips. “You always knew me better than myself.”

“Don’t you think it’s strange when people say that?” you softly grunted as you shifted, trying to keep your side from paining you.

Jimin stayed silent for a moment as if debating against something. In the end, he chose not to question it.

“No, not really. Why?”

You felt your hand trembling with how hard you were gripping the phone.

“No one can really know you as well as you know yourself,” you paused, struggling to speak. “No one knows every single thought that races through your head or sees the things exactly the same as you do.”  

Jimin didn’t respond immediately.

“Well, I guess I never really thought about it like that before, but you don’t completely know yourself either. You don’t know how you look when you’re smiling in a moment of bliss because you can’t see yourself. You might see a photo but it’s not the same as the real thing.”

“But that’s just an appearance.”  

“It’s an appearance that shows an emotion, and that’s a part of you,” Jimin let out a yawn. “I guess what I’m trying to say is that nobody can truly know you, and you can never truly know yourself.”

A sudden chill rippled through your spine from the cool breeze of the night. You curled further into yourself to preserve whatever heat you had left. “Tell me about your day, Oppa,” you whispered.  

You heard shuffling from the other side of the call. “At, what? Three in the morning?”

You stared ahead at the faint orange hue of the streetlights spilling into the darkened alleyway. “Is it already that late?”

He softly laughed. “Y/N, you really need to go to sleep earlier. You need to take better care of yourself.” Another yawn escaped his lips. “I know that you didn’t call me to ask me about my day in the middle of the night. Tell me, did you call me just so you could hear the sound of my voice right after I wake up? I always knew you found it sexy. All deep and shit.”

You felt a bit light-headed but amused at his antics anyway. “I’ll hang up now.”

Y/N,” Jimin whined, “if you hang up now, I’ll lie here formulating a million reasons for your call, none of them your truth, and that would drive me crazy. You wouldn’t do that to your Oppa who also has your grandmother’s old phone number, would you? Trust me, you can tell me anything.”

You opened your mouth to speak when you felt soft droplets of water gently fall upon your cheek.

“It’s raining,” you softly mused.  

It wasn’t the type of rain where it was cold and hard and you would have to run inside and hope for the rain to blow over. Instead, it was the type of rain where you could walk outside with no jacket on. The type where the wind is blowing, lightly but effectively and all you want are for the rain to touch your burning face. It was the best type of rain.

Jimin closed his eyes and smiled. “It was raining that night when we kissed for the first time.”

You remembered the way his lips felt against yours–-how your bodies intertwined together just perfectly, nestled under a pile of blankets. You remembered the way he looked at you right before you fell asleep—a smile full of warmth and unconditional love.

“When we first met, you asked me a question.”

A slight crease formed in between Jimin’s eyebrows as he unconsciously frowned at the memory. “I remember. We were at Hoseok’s party.”

“Remember how you caught me throwing up in the bathroom?”

Jimin nodded.

“You were crying and asked me what the point of it all was and that everything hurt–that everything always got messed up, and it was usually your fault.”

You absorbed the trauma, swallowing the pain.

Jimin heaved a sigh. “I was beyond drunk that night–completely shitfaced.”

“I didn’t know what to say because I didn’t know.” You sighed, “I still don’t know.”

All of a sudden, every neuron in your body felt as if it were set on fire – every jostle sent ripples of pain through your shoulder, back, and neck.

“You see,” you grit your teeth, “when we first met, I-I was heartbroken. I-I just got dumped, my mom hated me, and,” you quickly tried to catch your breath without being too noticeable, “I thought I had no one. I-I didn’t see the point of living, of doing anything anymore.”

“What about now?” he questioned you, too absorbed in what you were saying to notice your signs of distress.  

“Well,” you sucked in a breath, “now I-I’m happy.”

The soft rain fell upon your body, gently washing away at your wound. “I have you and m-my mom doesn’t hate me,” you coughed, “B-but it won’t stay like this forever.”  The rain mixed with the sweat that coated the back of your neck and the very top of your forehead. You felt dizzy.

Y/N—” You swiftly cut him off, hearing concern laced his voice that wasn’t there before.

“What I’m trying to say is, nothing is permanent,” you panted. “Things are always changing, and you can’t stop them from doing so.” You peaked through your lashes to look up at the moon, albeit it was just a silvery blur, you knew he was seeing the same one from his room across the world.

Suddenly, the once dull ache grew into random electric shocks of pain. It pulsated throughout your body at an accelerating pace. You immediately clamped a hand over your lips to muffle your sudden outcry of pain.

Y/N, is there something wrong?” He asked, his hand tightening around the phone as he tried to gauge whatever was going through your head through the sound of your voice. It was like he was looking for something but had no idea where it was. He knew you well enough to know when something was wrong but this time he couldn’t figure out what. “Why do you seem so…out of it?”

You quickly shook your head. “I’m just a little tired, Oppa.” You bit down on your bottom lip to keep it from trembling. You tasted the metallic sting of blood on your lips that previously covered your hand.

The lines on Jimin’s forehead deepened. “If you say so.”

On nights like this when the air was so clear, you end up saying things you ordinarily wouldn’t. Without even noticing what you’re doing, you open up your heart and just start talking to the person next to you—you talk as if you have no audience but the glittering stars, far overhead.

“Hey, are you already asleep? Keep talking to me.” Jimin asked with a slight edge to his voice you couldn’t exactly pinpoint, but you could tell that he was still worried about you. Whether it was because you wouldn’t tell him what was up or that he couldn’t figure it out on his own, you weren’t sure.

When you did finally speak, you surprised yourself by saying exactly what was on your mind. “Have you ever thought about how you would die.”

“I have,” Jimin said slowly, “why?”

“Are you scared of it?”  

Jimin cleared his throat. “I’m not scared of dying, actually. I just don’t want the people I love to leave before I do.” He let out a nervous laugh. “I guess I’m just selfish like that. I want to leave this world before anyone else I love does. Even if it hurts them,” he sighed. “Dying will be a perfect ending to the greatest story if I get to live my life to the fullest with the people I love the most. I’m not scared of dying—I’m scared of dying last.”

Your eyes burned with unshed tears—you found truth in his words.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” His voice was quiet in your ear, but serious. One thing Jimin was good at was not letting things go, and for once you were a bit unhappy about it. The last thing you needed was him asking you over and over again what was wrong.

You smiled. “I love you, Jimin.”

“You know I love you more.”

You struggled to smile—it all hurt too much. “You must be an idiot,” you whispered, “To be in love with me.”

“I would be an idiot not to.”

You watched the moon edge toward the center of the sky above you. Your side burned and was angry from the gaping wounds that ripped the skin below your ribs. You felt sleepy. “Oppa?”

“Mmh?” he sounded as if he was fighting off sleep—a fight you knew he was losing.

“Can I ask you something else?”

Jimin yawned. “Yeah, sure.”

As you lay outside in the cool air of the night, fingers clutching the phone, your gaze was stuck on the sky while he was silently listening to you. “How did you fall in love with me? You’re always so fixated on the sky and what it holds I would imagine you didn’t have time for much else,” you decided to finally ask him what you had been wondering for so long.

Seemingly not fazed by your question, Jimin instinctively lifted his hand and pointed up towards a group of stars in the sky. “Can you see the sky tonight?”

You gently pried your eyes open, trying to focus on the sky without having your vision clouded from the droplets of rain. “That has nothing to do with what I asked.”

“Just trust me,” he said softly. “Look.”

You hesitantly looked up. All you saw was a heap of white lights dancing in the night sky. Your vision began to blur.

“Leo—it’s Latin for lion. Whenever I see it, it reminds me of the time we took your little brother to the zoo. He was so excited to see the lion exhibit, but you, you were terrified. I’m surprised you didn’t start crying,” he told you with a small laugh.

“And that beside that is the big dipper, you’ve probably heard of it. It makes me think of the first time I met your parents. God, I was scared. But then your mom came out with her homemade soup with that big ass spoon and started talking to me like I was family. I think that was the night I realized I loved you.”

You stared at the cluster of bright lights winking down at you in astonishment as he went on, comparing each piece of the universe to a memory you shared, or to a feature of yours. Finally, his words slowed down.

“The North Star. When I was young, my dad used to tell me that as long as you can see the North Star, you’ll always find your way home. That one reminds me that I love you, no matter what, you’re home. I don’t love you because you remind me of the sky—I love the sky because it reminds me of you.”

Suddenly, the ache in your chest felt lighter. His words were all too perfect.

Jimin sighed in content. “Have I won your heart yet?”

You closed your eyes, feeling the water fall from your lashes and onto your cheeks. They felt cool on your burning skin. “You have all of it, you always did.” The silent throb racking throughout your head was alarmingly increasing in sound, yet you continued without a hint of hesitance. “And I don’t want it back, Jimin. It’s all for yours to keep.”

A few beats of silence passed before Jimin spoke.

“Y/N,” he paused. “I’m going to marry you.”  

A surge of warmth temporarily replaced the numbness entrancing your heart.

“Okay,” you responded a few moments later. “Deal.”

You could hear the surprise in his voice. “Wait—really? I know you’re trying real hard not to laugh at the way you’re breathing. I’m being serious. I’m going to marry you.”

Your eyes glistened with unshed tears. Oh, Jimin.

Blood slid down your arm and soaked the material of your sweater. Pain fluctuated on your face, yet your defiant stance and angry crease through your forehead indicated you weren’t about to go down without a fight.

You faintly nodded your head even though he couldn’t see you. “Yes, of course, I’m serious.”

You struggled to sustain pressure against the mangled flesh—you once heard you were supposed to stop bleeding by applying pressure on wounds. But there was too much blood–dark crimson, with a discreet, metallic scent. It cascaded across your skin, right through your fingertips.

You screwed your eyes shut once again. “Oppa?”

“Yes, baby?”

Your voice was shaky. “Sing for me.”

His voice sent back waves of pleasure down your spinal cord.

“Only for you.”

Jimin’s voice wasn’t a beautiful voice by definition—it was rough edged and sorrowful, a bit used but somehow managed to make your toes curl up in pleasure every single time. His voice had more vibrancy to it than most, which was often thin and white and too pretty to trigger a shiver; it warmed you, as if your heart was on fire, burning passionately on his love.

I wrote a long letter
To the moon one day
It isn’t brighter than you but
I lit a small candle

The flesh wound still oozed blood and the entire right side of your body wore a purple-yellow smear of a bruise. It hurt so bad you could hardly negotiate the raw landscape that strobed in and out of focus all around you.

The nameless bird that sings
In the park at dawn
Where are you
Oh you

You pressed the palm of your hand firmer on top of your wound and felt a fresh wave of pain sear across your stomach.

Why are you crying?
It’s only me and you here
Me and you
Oh you

The blood flowed thickly from the gaps in between your fingers. In the dwindling moonlight of the night, it was indecently red, as red as any flower in bloom.

Your singing voice,
That follows deep into the night,
Brings the scarlet morning
One step, then another step

Every breath felt like a nail bomb exploding in your innards

Your singing voice,
That follows deep into the night,
Brings the scarlet morning
One step, then another step

A cry died in your throat as you forced yourself to stay conscious, desperate to still feel life in your body.

Dawn passes by and
When that moon falls asleep,
Then the blue light that was with me disappears

Ten seconds passed, and then twenty and thirty, and finally the pain started to pull back like the tide going out. It left your fingers first, and then slowly worked its way up your arm. You took a couple of deep breaths. A dull static ache had settled into your stomach.

“Y/N,” Jimin softly laughed. “Are you crying?”

You took in several deep breaths before responding. “Yeah,” you struggled to keep your voice stable. “I guess I am.”

A sleepy smile stretched across his face. “I didn’t know I was that bad of a singer.”

You took a shallow breath, but it choked you instead. “When are you coming back?”

“I talked to our manager and he cleared the weekend for us, so just keep waiting for me.”

You nodded your head, “I’ll try.”

You could almost visualize the lazy smirk hanging off the corner of his mouth. “No, you have to promise me, Y/N. Promise me or else I’ll have to take away every article of clothing you stole from me.”

Your lip wobbled as you fought to keep your voice stable. “I promise,” you managed to choke out.

“Good,” you could the relief in his voice. “I’ll be waiting for you too.”

Another stretch of silence passed, only this time it was longer. You realized Jimin was slowly falling asleep – and so were you.

“Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease,” you asked him in a vain attempt to keep hearing his voice.

“I feel at ease when I kiss you,” he confessed. “Sometimes I want to kiss you in the most connotative way possible so that no dictionary definition would stand a chance to describe how your lungs could be filled with the sweetest air possible, and yet you still be so breathless.”

The splattering and trickling of the rain drops soon became your second favourite soundtrack, right next to his voice.

A sad smile came upon your lips as you closed your eyes, breathing out every word as if it were your last. “I want to remember this. Us. Right now. This will always be the moment when I was the most alive.”

A soft, yet familiar laugh rang out of his lips, except this time, it was full of love and adoration. “It’s almost 4 o’clock in the morning,” Jimin’s sleepy voice silently stretched through the call. “You need to sleep, Jagiya. We both do.”

You bit your lip, feeling the pressure inside your stomach begin to fall. You looked at the sky, noticing how the clouds had slowly faded away, revealing the argent disk of light quietly illuminating the sky. With a feeble nod of your head, you clutched onto the phone and inhaled a long, deep breath.

This time, it didn’t hurt.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N” Jimin lovingly whispered. “I’ll see you in a few days.”

You felt yourself slowly slipping into sleep, swept with exhaustion.

Like millions of red flowers blooming, the droplets of blood rolled onto the concrete and created a path. Yet, even though there was a path, no one would see it nor follow it. Eventually, the rain would transform into a torrent of water and completely wash away the red.

Your voice broke but a light smile came upon your lips. “Dream of me.”

But the call had already ended.

Chronicles of the Wolf + Mating Season mobile masterlist

posted in chronological order!

  1. Monster - Breaking and Entering (CHANYEOL, pt. 1)
  2. Monster - Warming Up (CHANYEOL, pt. 2)
  3. Monster - Breakdown (CHANYEOL, pt. 3)
  4. Monster - Blackmail (CHANYEOL, pt. 4)
  5. Monster - Before the Storm (CHANYEOL, pt. 5)
  6. Monster - Not a Monster (CHANYEOL, pt. 6)
  7. Monster - A Wolf’s Mate (CHANYEOL, pt. 7) *NC-17*
  8. Little Green - First (CHEN, pt. 1)
  9. Little Green - Imprints (CHEN, pt. 2)
  10. Little Green - Amber Eyes and Lullabyes (CHEN, pt. 3)
  11. In Full Bloom - Secret Hours (XIUMIN, pt. 1) *NC-17*
  12. Little Green - Pure as Snow (CHEN, pt. 4)
  13. Little Green - Gifted (CHEN, pt. 5)
  14. In Full Bloom - Marked (XIUMIN, pt. 2) *NC-17*
  15. Little Green - Silent Plea (CHEN, pt. 6)
  16. Little Green - A Mess (CHEN, pt. 7)
  17. Little Green - Escape (CHEN, pt. 8)
  18. Little Green - Discoveries (CHEN, pt. 9)
  19. Little Green - A Mate’s Duty (CHEN, pt. 10) *NC-17*
  20. Little Green - Dinner (CHEN, pt. 11)
  21. Little Green - Challenge (CHEN, pt. 12)
  22. Monster - Consequences (CHANYEOL, pt. 8) *NC-17*
  23. In Full Bloom - Despair (XIUMIN, pt. 3)
  24. Visions of a Wolf - The Seer (LUHAN, pt. 1)
  25. Visions of a Wolf - Finally (LUHAN, pt. 2) *NC-17*
  26. Visions of a Wolf - Mate (LUHAN, pt. 3) *NC-17*
  27. Visions of a Wolf - Visions (LUHAN, pt. 4)
  28. Thieving Hearts - Breadcrumbs (KRIS, pt. 1)
  29. Thieving Hearts - The Wolves’ Den (KRIS, pt. 2)
  30. Thieving Hearts - Having a Mate (KRIS, pt. 3)
  31. Visions of a Wolf - Safe and Sound (LUHAN, pt. 5)
  32. Thieving Hearts - Returning (KRIS, pt. 4)
  33. Thieving Hearts - Battle (KRIS, pt. 5)
  34. Thieving Hearts - Heist (KRIS, pt. 6)
  35. Monster - Fright (CHANYEOL, pt. 9)
  36. Gone Wolf - Third Floor (KAI, pt. 1)
  37. Little Green - After-battle Care (CHEN, pt. 13)
  38. Visions of a Wolf - Taking Mind off Things (LUHAN, pt. 6) *NC-17*
  39. Thieving Hearts - Drunken Truths (KRIS, pt. 7)
  40. In Full Bloom - Back in His Arms (XIUMIN, pt. 4) *NC-17*
  41. Little Green - Perfect (CHEN, pt. 14) *NC-17*
  42. Monster - Cozy Breakfast (CHANYEOL, pt. 10)
  43. Thieving Hearts - Breakfast Sweetness (KRIS, pt. 8)
  44. Monster - When I have You (CHANYEOL, pt. 11)
  45. Thieving Hearts - First Touch (KRIS, pt. 9)
  46. Home - Fate (LAY, pt. 1)
  47. Home - Familiarity (LAY, pt. 2)
  48. Home - Destiny (LAY, pt. 3)
  49. Home - Settling In (LAY, pt. 4)
  50. Home - Belonging (LAY, pt. 5)
  51. Home - Witch (LAY, pt.6)  
  52. Gone Wolf - Second Meeting (KAI, pt. 2)
  53. Home - Morning (LAY, pt. 7) *NC-17*
  54. Home - Breakfast Strategies (LAY, pt. 8)
  55. Home - Finally (LAY, pt. 9)

Mating Season:


In case you haven’t already heard about the blog exposing-the-fakes, let me update you. It’s run by a girl who goes by the name Diana Leigh and claims she’s 21, lives in LA, and, most bizarrely, personally knows 5sos. She gives out false and sometimes worrisome information about the boys. For example, she tells people Michael self harms. How would he feel if he saw that; someone he’s never met convincing her 2,000 followers of something so serious? Although it could be accurate, she isn’t someone who would know. The only people who do are Michael and those who are actually close to him. The fact that she’s going around promising it to be true is only doing damage. On top of all that, she’s hinting towards the fact that she’s Ashton’s “secret girlfriend”. Those are just two of her lies. They don’t end there, but listing them all would take forever.

I wouldn’t be concerned about this situation if no one believed her, but for some strange reason — even though she’s never provided any solid proof whatsoever — a lot of people do. Like I mentioned before, she has at least 2,000 followers. Fans are putting their faith in her and genuinely thinking their questions and wishes will get to 5sos through her blog. It’s messed up and has left me feeling uneasy for a long time now.

So, I’m here to hopefully shut her down for good.

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so i’ve had these jasper asks in my inbox for a while… and it’s about time i address them. i’ll be combining these asks, focusing especially on that last one and the idea of “deserving” redemption, + some of my own general thoughts to talk about the su narrative, jasper, her relationship with peridot, trauma, steven, and where we go from here. 

it’s time for another long post about jasper under the cut. 

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