Then suddenly, you met someone who told you the same story. Who told you about the same path you’ve walked through. And this time, you truly listened. You looked at them in the eyes while all the memories started coming back from the past. Suddenly you were like listening to an old song. You were like seeing an old scene you thought you have already forgotten. You were like in the darkness again. A darkness that was surrounded by voices you thought will never exist again. You were like watching an old movie. The one you don’t want to witness anymore. You’re hearing the same story from a different person. This time, the tears and sobs were not coming from you. It’s from someone you haven’t known when the same story happened to you. It was the same, yes, but still different. Because this time, you already understand. This time, you knew why it has to happen that way. This time, you were different. Because you already learned the lessons behind that story. And it’s time for you to try telling that someone how you overcome passing along that obstacle you thought you can never get through.
—  ma.c.a // Make them know, how brave you are

You died. Your consciousness is sent through the cosmos and lands in a new body on a new world… as you reach cognitive maturity all your past human memories come rushing back.

BTS Reaction | Drunk Sex

Request:  Um…hi… I was wondering if you could do a BTS reaction, where they got drunk and you had sex… I would like to see their reaction the next morning. I hope whatever I said makes sense… I love your blog btw. ❤

A/N: Thank you for the request (sorry it took a while)

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BTS Reaction to working with their one night stand

REQUEST: I dont know if you have done this but if you haven’t then can I request a reaction to when you have a one-night stand with a member of bts and then you realize the next day you are going to work together like dancing/sing or something I hope it isn’t confusing and if you aren’t comfortable doing the request its fine

NOTE: There are hints of some mature content but nothing that makes it truly nsfw! With that said, I rlly hope you all enjoy! 💓 —Admin Sav

[request are open]

Kim Seokjin

This awkward bean would try his hardest to make you and everyone around him comfortable. Jin would choose to not acknowledge what the two of you did that night. He’d steal small glances at you here and there while you were warming up and he’d be kind enough to make light conversation with you during every break they had. Once vocal practice is done, he’d smile at you as if you hadn’t just met yesterday.

“We’re looking forward to our next practice, (y/n).”

Min Yoongi

Yoongi wouldn’t think much of it. He’d make simple conversation, trying to ease the visible awkward tension in the air but as long as you were professional about what happened that night in his bed than things wouldn’t get complicated. He’d go on with dance practice listening to your instructions as you guided them all, completely nonchalant about it all.

“So… is this like a day job or?”

Jung Hoseok

Hoseok would be so confused. He’d stare at you with wide eyes and constantly ask the staff why you were here and what you were here for. Once dance practice gets started and you formally introduced yourself to the members, he’ll start to calm down but your lingering touches as you adjust his stance wouldn’t help his erratic heartbeat.

“What? What do you mean she’s our choreographer?”

Kim Namjoon

Nothing but professionalism here. He’d never falter and decided to leave the past in the past. He’ll listen and respect your authority as a choreographer but making light conversations and such would be a no in his book. You’re here to teach them how to dance and he’d like to keep it that way.

“Are we going to get on with practice yet?”

Park Jimin

Jimin would take one look at your face and all the memories of last night would come flooding back and the boy would be so utterly embarrassed about everything. He wouldn’t make eye contact and he’d shy away at anything you would say to him even if it was tips to better his singing. He wouldn’t talk much, not even to his members because all he wants to do is just— leave.

“Oh god. I can’t believe I did that…”

Kim Taehyung

When you walk into the room, he’s hyper and friendly; normal Taehyung things. He’s totally forgotten about everything that happened that one night and to be quite frank, so did you. It isn’t until you’re down on the floor showing Bangtan their new dance moves does he remember your face… and a few other things.

“Oh~ that’s why you look so… familiar.”

Jeon Jungkook

His mind would be completely jumbled. He thought he’d never see you again but here you are coaching him and his hyungs with their vocals. He’s constantly sending you wistful glances and messing up his lines because the only thing he can focus on is how your body fit so perfectly against him that night.

“I’m— I’m sorry. I’ll try to—to, uh… be better!”

SCREAMS  (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ


Thank you for your patience, nonnerson~~ nyahaha Anyway I recommend reading (or re-reading part 1)


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It had been a year.

The thought crossed your mind as you exhaled the smoke from a cigarette, watching as it disappeared with the wind. Just like you had, a year ago.

The sun’s rays peeked out from behind the familiar, tall building in front of you, spreading its light over the shadows where you hid. Rika’s old apartment building. The same place where he had brought you to, and the same place he had taken you away from.

Even now, you were unaware of their intentions for bringing you to the RFA and then stealing you away, but… it didn’t matter. No, nothing mattered anymore.

You crumpled the lit cigarette with your bare hands, tossing it to the ground to stamp out the flame, feeling satisfied by the small crunch! sound it made. You wouldn’t have started to smoke, had it not been for the influence of Mint Eye. Sure, you knew it’d kill you, but everything you’d learned at Mint Eye had opened your eyes to the world—that nothing was worth living for in the first place. What did it matter if you killed yourself a little more?

It didn’t.

“MC?” A familiar voice called out to you, making you snap out of your thoughts. Your eyes widened with recognition as you stared at the person before you, but you quickly narrowed them, pursing your lips as you gazed at them coolly.


  • He did a double take, as his eyes roamed over your face, taking in the familiar features of your face that he hadn’t seen in a year…
  • “MC? Y-you’re MC, right?”
  • His voice was filled with hope and desperation, and he subconsciously reached out to you, as if he wanted to catch you before you slipped away.
  • But you didn’t reply, instead brushing past him, barely acknowledging his presence. As you passed him, he noticed the cold look in your eyes, and shuddered. That… that wasn’t the kind and warm MC he had grown to known. You wouldn’t look at him like that, no… not you.
  • Yoosung could only stare after you in disbelief, but he never gathered the courage to approach you again, not even to confirm your identity.
  • It couldn’t have been you. You wouldn’t look so… so… empty.
  • He’d lament about it to Zen later, drunkenly babbling that he’d seen someone just like you on the streets… admitting his fear that he was too much of a coward to find out if it had been you.
  • “I’m scared if it really was MC… Her eyes looked so distant… so empty… so cold… it can’t be her,” Yoosung would deny, shaking his head with a drunken grin on his face. “MC… our MC would never…”
  • He refused to believe it, avoiding the thought completely. A tear fell from his eye as he gazed at Zen through his glass of champagne. “You should’ve seen those scars on her body… god, no, they can’t… they just can’t belong to her,” he hiccupped, still shaking his head in denial.
  • Even as he fell asleep from the heavy amount of alcohol he’d consumed, he would continue to cry in his sleep, dreaming of the broken girl that he’d been too afraid to even talk to.
  • “Not MC…”


  • You didn’t bother sparing him a second glance as you met eyes with him, but he grabbed your arm before you could even turn the other way.
  • His eyes were shining almost too brightly, and you could practically see a tail wagging excitedly from behind him like a dog. “Jagiya!! Oh, I knew it was you. I would recognize your pretty face anywhere. I’m so glad you’re okay, jagi, I can’t wait to tell the others! I’ve missed…”
  • Zen trailed off as he noticed your unchanging expression, but he mustered up another smile to cover up the fact that your lack of reaction dampened his mood. After all, it had been a year since he last saw you. He didn’t want to waste any more time with you, and he didn’t want to be gloomy with you after so long.
  • “Come on, why don’t we sit down somewhere to catch up?” he smiled warmly, tugging at your arm gently. He didn’t miss the unusual way you winced a bit as he did.
  • Zen loosened his grip on you arm, worry building uncomfortably in his heart. “MC… is it okay if I roll up your sleeve? Please…” His eyes searched yours for an answer, not just to his spoken question but to the millions of questions bottled up.
  • You… you felt torn. Why was he acting so nice to you even though you weren’t even a part of the RFA? Even though it’d been a year? Even though… even though he had no reason to be nice to you? You felt a pain tugging at your heart, but you tried to ignore it instead.
  • Zen looked at you while rolling up the sleeve of your right arm, watching your expression carefully for any hint that he should stop.
  • But you let him.
  • You let him see the dark purple bruises lining up your arm, the faded scars that left scabs in their place… the pain. The pain you’d suffered the past year.
  • He felt sick. What had happened during the time you had gone missing…? Why… why couldn’t he be there for you? Why did this have to happen? Why weren’t you saying anything? Why aren’t there even tears in your eyes? Why wouldn’t you look at him in the eyes?
  • So many questions were spinning in his mind, but he couldn’t voice a single one. “I’m sorry,” he whispered instead, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
  • His hands were trembling as he held yours, bringing the tips of your fingers to his lips as he kissed every one softly… treating you as if you were the most delicate thing in the world.
  • “I’m so sorry I let them hurt you.”


  • Her eyes had dark circles under them, even larger than the ones you’d last seen on her face a year ago. You wondered, could it be that you’d caused that? But you quickly brushed aside the thought. ‘I don’t care,’ you told yourself.
  • It took her a moment to really look at you, her tired mind barely processing what was going on. “MC…?”
  • She just barely recognized you. Gosh… you looked so different. You were wearing dull, dark clothes, even gained a piercing… There were obvious scars at the base of your neck, travelling down toward your chest… But your eyes. Your eyes looked so dead.
  • Jaehee had always thought that she herself looked stressed and tired enough… but seeing you today made her think twice. You looked far worse than her, and she hadn’t even thought that was possible.
  • She swallowed her thoughts, choosing to make small talk with you instead. “You’ve… changed a lot, MC,” she commented softly, unsure what to say.
  • You cocked your head at her. How were you supposed to respond to that?
  • “Uhm, maybe we could grab some coffee?” she tried, still trying to get over her shock of seeing you after your disappearance a year ago. Jaehee had no idea what exactly had happened to you, and reality hadn’t quite hit her that you were standing in front of her just yet, but… she was so, so glad to see you.
  • Your heart swelled at the delighted expression Jaehee wore, and you flashed a small, sad, tired smile at her. You’d missed her. She’d been the only female in the RFA, so you’d put in a lot of effort to befriend her. Jaehee had been one of your closest female friends in your entire life, despite the fact that you had only known her for a short period of time…
  • But no matter how you felt, you couldn’t do anything about it.
  • “I’m sorry.” You pulled her into a tight embrace, closing your eyes briefly to savour the moment. But you quickly let go before she could even wrap her arms around you. “I… don’t want to put you in danger.”
  • With that, you turned on your heel, leaving a confused, sleep-deprived Jaehee behind to suffer from your absence yet again.


(Reminder: he’s unaware of Mint Eye in this.)

  • “MC!” His voice was urgent and desperate, very different from the gentle tone you remembered him by. “MC… I’m so glad you’re okay…”
  • His eyes were filling with tears, relieved to see you after so long. He noted your features… the bruises, the healing injuries, the broken look in your eyes as if you’d lost all meaning in life. Dread and guilt overwhelmed his relief, his body growing stiffer and stiffer the more details he noticed.
  • Because it was his fault.
  • He was the one who swore you’d be safe. And yet…
  • He almost choked on his tears as he managed to whisper, “Oh god, I’m so sorry, MC.”
  • Reality hit him. It was all his fault that this had happened to you. If only he hadn’t convinced Jumin… if only he’d ensured your security… if only it wasn’t for him, you wouldn’t have these scars.
  • “Leave me alone,” you muttered, brushing past him. He watched you walk away, your eyes downcast and lacking life. He could almost hear his own heart cracking more with every step you took.
  • Because he had no right to stop you. He had no right to interfere with your life and risk ruining it more than he already had.
  • Your brief meeting with him had started with a broken girl, and ended with a broken man.


  • His heart was hammering as he stared at you with wide eyes. He almost couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He took quick, long strides to make his way toward you, but you broke into a sprint, running away from him.
  • No. No. Not him. Not Jumin. No.
  • You knew how he’d felt about you. Hell, you knew you’d felt something with him, too. If you looked at him any longer, all the feelings, all the memories, would come rushing back. You couldn’t let him see you.
  • But he chased you.
  • God, there was no way he’d let you go again.
  • He ran the fastest he’d ever run in his entire life, ignoring everyone and everything around him, only focusing on catching you. But then he tripped just as he got within an arm’s reach, and you halted in your steps on instinct. A pained smile crossed his face as Jumin grabbed at your ankle tightly, making sure you couldn’t run off again.
  • “I knew you would stop for me,” he murmured softly. He stood up slowly, his eyes trained on you. “I thought I’d never get the chance to see you again. That I’d never be able to tell you how sorry I am for letting you go that day… Even after a year, you’re still the same kind, gentle MC I know.”
  • You held back your tears, avoiding his gaze. “I’m not the same, Jumin,” you started, your voice coming out as an unintentional whimper. “I… You don’t know what they did to me, Jumin… They t-touched me, and drugged me, and hurt me and killed me in so, so many ways… I… I’m so disgusted with myself…”
  • You didn’t know why you were telling all this to him. But you couldn’t help it. He was the man you had loved… The man you probably still held feelings for. Even if a year had gone by, the way his mere presence made you feel safe and loved never changed.
  • He gently cradled you in his arms. “I promise you, MC. I will do anything and everything in my power to protect you. I will never let this happen again, I promise,” he murmured in your ears, his chin resting upon your shoulder. You felt dampness on your shoulder, and you realized… Jumin Han was crying.
  • “How? Seven couldn’t even protect me,” you muttered, holding yourself back from returning his warm embrace.
  • He didn’t answer you. Instead, he acted immediately on his words. Jumin exposed your identity to the world, requesting an international TV station to release the news. Everyone would know you. If Mint Eye attempted to take you again, they wouldn’t be able to do so without raising the public’s suspicions. Furthermore, he assigned you trustworthy guards and increased security around his apartment with Seven’s help.
  • They had let you go once. They wouldn’t make the same mistake twice.
  • It would take time to help you recover from your traumatic events, but.. They would never let anything happen to you, ever again.
  • Because they love you. They all do.


  • He would recognize you anywhere. Even worse, he recognized the glazed look in your eyes immediately, too.
  • Come with me right now,” he scowled, grabbing your hand roughly. You tried to pull back, but his grip was firm, and you couldn’t fight against his strength.
  • As he led you angrily through the streets, throwing you into his car and locking the two of you inside, a million thoughts were filling his mind.
  • “Who did this to you?” Seven demanded. He was seething, his golden eyes flashing with detest.
  • You only glared back at him, refusing to answer his question. What good would it do you? Mint Eye had overpowered him and his security once. Even if you went crawling back to the RFA, they would only get you again. It was hopeless. Everything was fucking hopeless.
  • Hurt flashed across his face as he realized what you were thinking, and he lowered his eyes, guilt clouding them. “You think I’m useless, huh. I know. You entrusted your life with me and I only let you down. I can’t promise you that I can help, but please, at the very least, let me try. Tell me what happened, MC,” he pleaded softly.
  • “Even if I told you, what could you do?” you replied in a quiet, tired voice. “It’s an entire organization, Seven. Mint Eye, if you must know. Look, I don’t expect you to do anything.” An empty laugh escaped your lips. “You claim to be this amazing hacker, but you couldn’t even find one girl. You… you have no idea what I went through.”
  • With that said, you left his car, slamming the door shut behind you.

  • That night, when you returned to Mint Eye Headquarters, you noticed that everyone was in a frenzy, running around like mad dogs. “What’s going on?” you asked someone passing by.
  • Their eyes reflected yours with fear. “We’ve been exposed. Revealed to the world. We have to get out, NOW. They’ve sent the government and news stations after us. Each man for himself, run for your life!”
  • You stood there, shocked as you realized that Seven had taken action immediately. Your phone buzzed with a notification, and you noticed a distinctly familiar number texting you.
  • 707: It’s been a year, MC. I haven’t done nothing throughout this time. I always swore to myself that if I finally found you again one day, I would save you.
  • Your eyes welled up with tears as you read his messages.
  • 707: If you trust me, come to this address: [Address Here]
  • 707: We’re waiting for you, MC. Everyone’s waiting.
  • You started to run away from the building and towards your friends. Yoosung… Zen… Jaehee… Jumin… Seven… V…
  • The thought of their smiling faces, greeting you, was enough to bring a smile to your face. The first genuine smile since you’d been taken away from the RFA. 
  • It wouldn’t be the last.

anonymous asked:

Headcanons for if reddie and Stenbrough were together and happily married before mike calls them to come back to Derry. They have no idea they knew each other as kids till Mike calls.

I love this so much and I feel like I could have done better, I’m so sorry :( I hope you enjoy it anyway

- okay so, Eddie thinks he met Richie at his studio (Richie is a radio DJ) when he met up his friend who also works there

- Richie cat called him not expecting a reply but when he got one he fell in love straight away

- ‘You look down, could I pick you up? Maybe around 7?’ ‘Not before I pick up your sister at 8’

- Bill thinks he met Stan at a cafe when Stan recognised him as the semi-famous author he has become

- Bill instantly thought this cute boy fumbling for his words was adorable and his stumbles as he talked reminded him of his younger self

- Bill is the first to get a phone call, from Mike who he remembers to be a childhood friend

- when Mike mentions 'the others’, Bill asks who they are and Mike lists their names

- when the name Stan is mentioned, Bill asks mike the read the phone number he has down for this 'Stan’ and Mike reads off his boyfriends numbers

- Bill laughs, slightly shocked, and explains to a confused Mike that Stan is in fact standing right next to him as they’re talking

- Stan takes the phone and talks to Mike also

- Eddie is the first to get the phone call from Mike out of him and Richie

- Richie is worried about how shook Eddie looks so takes the phone

- 'Hello, who the fuck are you?’

- Mike is polite, explaining to Richie about the situation and it all sounds very familiar to Richie

- So he asks Mike if he has Richie Tozier down on his list and honestly, he’s not surprised when Mike says yeh

-they’re all so shook because like ???? We knew each other and then forgot about each other and met each again???

-'it’s meant to be, Eddie’ 'how did I end up meeting you twice, what is this curse?!’

- After they all meet up, memories start to come back to them and they remember so much about their childhood group

- They all agree that Richie’s jokes haven’t changed, although the 'Fucking Eddie’s mom’ jokes are now just 'fucking Eddie’ jokes

- Richie 100% brings back 'Eddie spaghetti’

- The rest in turn brings back 'beep beep Richie’

- Bev is the first to say that she always knew Richie and Eddie would end up together

- Although she wasn’t expecting Bill and Stan to walk in holding hands

- Mike whips out the photo they all took and everyone gushes about it

- 'Look Eddie, you haven’t grown at all’

- 'Neither has your dick since you were born’

- Bill is just so damn confused how he didn’t crush on Stan back then

- Stan low-key had a crush on Bill the whole time

- 'This explains the scars I have on my face, the fuuuuuck’ - Stan the man

- they all keep in touch and get invited to each others weddings because CUTE

(Also I didn’t notice you said 'married’ until just now I’m such a dyslexic)

You know the drill, add more because I love your input - xo

The Percy Jackson musical

Okay so I just finished listening to The Lightning Theif for like the a millionth time and I was thinking. What if they made the first five books into musicals too?? I don’t think they will and I’m okay with that but just think of all the things that could happen and things they could add in. So I put together a list of some things (these contain spoilers and they are in no order whatsoever) so here they are:

  • Nico singing about mythomagic
  • The hunters of Artemis having a really cool and funky song that really catchy
  • Luke singing a reprise of Good Kid to Annabeth right before he dies
  • Dionysus singing about his kids cause he loves them all so MUHC and he is just really worried
  • Grover and Percy singing about all their memories together
  • Grover crying when Thalia comes back and them becoming really good friends
  • At the end of the war an Apollo kid comes out onto the stage and everything is dark, they have their head bowed and they announce how many dies and some of their names.
  • Nico and will meeting when Nico and Bianca arrive at camp and start talking to each other
  • Nico got Will into mythomagic guys sorry I don’t make the rules
  • I don’t know what would happen and when but Sally getting her own song about how proud she is of Percy and just uhhhhh I love this woman so so much
  • Grover and Pan singing a duet which ends in Grover sobbing along side me crying my eyes out
  • Charlie Beckendorf and Selena singing a duet
  • Clarisse (HOW DO YOU SPELL HER NAME?!?) and Selena duet which ends in Clasrisse crying and Selena dying in her arms
  • Grover and juniper having a cute little duet thst is just so sweet and not one of those cringey ones please
  • Bianca and Nico singing a really angsty song when she joins the hunters of Artemis and then when she dies they sing a slower, sadder version of the same song
  • Grover, Annabeth and Percy singing a song together at the very end.
  • Thalia mentioning Jason
  • Nico singing about Percy
  • Annabeth singing about Percy
  • Percy singing about Annabeth
  • Luke’s mum (or mom for all you Americans) having her own song:,))

Feel free to add anything and sorry if I got anything wrong I haven’t read Pjo in AGES

Okay but hear me out

Professor Mcgonagall and Teddy Lupin

Harry, Ginny, Hermione, Ron and basically everyone being super busy one day so there’s no one to take care of 2 year old Teddy.
”All right Potter,” Mcgonagall says, popping up in the middle of his living room. “I will watch over him. Go and do whatever you have to do.”
Teddy Lupin sitting in the Headmistress’ office, crying because he misses Harry and Ginny.
Mcgonagall transforming into a cat to comfort the boy.
By the time Harry comes to pick him up, he’s curled up next to Mcgonagall, fast asleep. 
After that, whenever the Potters are busy, Harry sends Teddy to “Aunt Micky” to play
Mcgonagall practically beaming as an eleven year old Teddy Lupin is called up to be sorted by the Sorting Hat.
An eleven year old Teddy Lupin watching his Aunty Micky in awe as she addresses the entire student body.
Teddy Lupin popping into the headmistress’ office because he feels like he’s failing potions.
Mcgonagall calling up Professor Longbottom to her office and the three of them having tea together.
Neville comforting Teddy and explaining that he himself was never good at Potions and it would take some practice, but he would get it eventually.
A fourteen year old Teddy Lupin being sent into the headmistress’ office for hexing a Ravenclaw boy who was insulting Bill Weasley.
“But professor, he had it coming of course. He was saying all those horrible things directly to Victoire’s face. Of course I had to do something.”
Mcgonagall taking 20 points from Hufflepuff, but letting him off with a warning. “And please, fix Mr. Flint’s face as well. It would do no good for him to walk the grounds looking like that.”
Mcgonagall warning all students with a special announcement at dinner that no one was to leave the castle because of some unknown dangers lurking in the Forbidden Forest. 
Sixteen year old Teddy Lupin sneaking into the Forbidden Forest past curfew with a couple of Slytherin and Gryffindor friends.
Teddy Lupin being hauled by Filch to the headmistress’ office at 2 in the morning.
Teddy Lupin standing in front of the headmistress’ desk, his head hung slightly as his friends tried to come up with excuses. 
Teddy standing with his arms folded over his chest, his eyes focused on the floor, refusing to meet her gaze.
Mcgonagall ushering the other students out of her office, then taking a seat at her desk.
Mcgonagall waiting for Teddy to sit down by himself.
Teddy Lupin feeling like the worst person ever for betraying his Aunt Micky like that.
Teddy Lupin opening his mouth to form some sort of apology but is interrupted.
“What you have done tonight reminds me of a group of students that attended Hogwarts years ago.”
Teddy looking up at her for the first time all night. He did not expect her to say anything like that.
“Yes, these four students seemed to get into trouble every single day. It is quite possible that they hold the record for the most detentions in a single year.”
Teddy Lupin not understanding why she’s telling him this.
Minerva Mcgonagall looking at him with a piercing gaze before continuing. “Despite all of this trouble, these four boys were absolutely amazing. They were amazing wizards, far more talented than most of the students in their year. And I loved them as if they were my own sons.”
“Professor I still don’t–”
“Would you like to see what kinds of trouble they would get into?” 
“I don’t understand Professor.”
Mcgonagall taking a deep breath before answering. “I trust Potter has shown you his memories of your father.”
Teddy Lupin nodding slowly, still unsure as to what was happening.
Minerva Mcgonagall bringing Teddy Lupin to the Pensieve and showing him, for the first time, who Remus Lupin truly was. 
Harry Potter knew the Remus who had been hurt and affected by the First War. He knew all of the pain and suffering that was felt during this time.
Minerva McGonagall knew the Remus Lupin before the war. She watched the social outcast find a family. She watched him grow. She saw him let his walls down and become more carefree. She stood by as he broke the rules and learned from his mistakes. She knew the real Remus Lupin. 
Teddy Lupin not being able to handle all of the memories at once.
Teddy Lupin coming back three times a week to learn new things about his father, and even a few about his mother. 
Teddy Lupin, for the first time ever, truly understanding the sacrifice his father made so that he could live in a better world. 

Glad to be Back - Kai Anderson Smut

Pairing - (kinda) OC Kai Anderson/Reader

Warning - Smut, major lack of proof reading, slight allusion to domestic abuse?

Word Count - 2312

Summary - You’re back in town after a few years and Kai is more than happy to see you

A/N - so my last Kai writing was super popular so I thought I’d do another one (plus I’m v shook abt last nights episode and need to release some Kai). But ya, enjoy and request who/what you want me to write next!

“Winter, please. I really don’t have anywhere else to go. You know my parents, they won’t want-they won’t let me back!” You mumble into your phone. 

“I know y/n, and honestly I’d love for you to stay but there’s just so much shit happening here at the mo-” Your high school best friend, Winter, goes quiet on the phone suddenly. “Hello? Winter? Has the line cut or something?” You say, worried that you’d just lost your last hope. You’d just broken up with your boyfriend, well, your now ex-boyfriend after months of wanting to, but being too scared to. You finally did it, but he kicked you out of your shared apartment and no you had no where to go. You turned to the first person you could think of, Winter. “No, no, it’s fine, I just - anyway, you can stay here, I don’t know why I was even thinking of turning you away! When are you getting here?”

You lived about an hour away from Winter’s, so you grabbed all the clothes and personal items you could while your ex was out, took your car and drove. It was slightly cathartic, driving along the highway, singing your favourite songs. It almost distracted you from the worry and stress of the breakup, of the months of shit you had put up with. You knew the way to Winter’s like the back of your hand. You used to visit her every weekend when you first moved away, but you grew apart a little when you went to college. When you arrived, the streets were eerily quiet. You remembered when kids would play out on their front lawns, whether it was beaming sunshine or pouring rain. ‘What is happening here?’ you asked yourself, while mentally preparing yourself to see your friend for the first time in about a year. You texted each other and called every now and then; you remember how upset she was on the phone on the night of the election.

“You can stay in my room for now. I’ll talk to Kai about getting you your own room. I’m sure he won’t mind.” Winter said with a smile, leading the all too familiar way to her room. It was strange. You hadn’t been here in years, but you still remembered everything about it. Winter made you feel at home, and you settled in quickly. You and Winter were sat on her bed, catching up, when you heard the front door slam. “That’ll be Kai. I’ll go tell him that you’re here now” she said, slinking out of room. You listened lightly to the faint words you could catch of their conversation. “Y/n’s here now, Kai. When are you gonna talk to her?”

“Send her down to me later tonight…” Their conversation became even more faint, you couldn’t even make out what they were saying. Kai sounded different. You hadn’t seen him for years. When you were a teenager, after hitting puberty, you remember him always checking you out when you’d go round to see Winter, and she always used to tease you about it, the two of you finding it hilarious that the guy you saw as your older brother was checking you out. You’d laugh, but secretly you loved it; you used to have the biggest crush on Kai, but looking back, it may have simply been because an older, more mature guy had taken an interest in you, instead of all the immature boys who oggled at you at school. You had all of these fond memories coming back to you, it made you excited to be back. In some respects, Winter and Kai were your family now.

You and Winter were in your pyjamas watching a film in the lounge, you wearing a huge black t-shirt of Kai’s that barely covered your ass that Winter had let you use, since in the rush to leave your apartment you forgot to pack any. You heard someone going down into the basement behind you. You turned to look, and as you did Winter spoke “Kai said he wanted to talk to you, y/n. You should go down to the basement and see him. He was super excited to know you’re back” she grinned, poking you in the ribs. You hit her shoulder playfully and hopped of the sofa and skipped downstairs ti the basement. You remembered coming down here when you and Winter were teenagers to drink spirits you stole from your parents cupboards and smoke weed you’d buy from the high school dealer.

“It looks better on you.” You heard a voice you instantly recognised as Kai’s from hearing him earlier say as you reached the bottom of the basement stairs. You went round the corner to see him sat on the sofa, legs crossed and hands in his lap, a smile plastered on his face. “Thanks” you say, a small smile playing on the corners of you mouth, giving him a little twirl like you were a little girl showing off her new dress. As you span, the shirt lifted up a little more, giving Kai a perfect view of your ass. He groaned internally. You were even more perfect than he remembered. “You look great y/n. How long has it been…three, four years now? God you were 18 when I last saw you”. Your smile dropped “Yeah…I missed you guys you know” you say, looking down at you hands suddenly feeling bad that you hadn’t visited as often as you’d have liked. “We missed you too y/n. We’re really happy to have you back, but don’t feel bad” he said, obviously picking up on you guilt. You decided to change the subject, not wanting this to be a sad moment. “So, blue hair now, huh? It never really was your colour” You say jokingly, winking at him. “Ah, y/n, ever the tease” he says, smiling. He gets up off the sofa and walks over to the wooden table and sits down at it. “Winter said you wanted to talk to me about something?” He beckoned you to join him at the table and almost like a magnet, you were drawn over to sit opposite. He held out his pinky, looking deep into your eyes, silently asking you to wrap yours around his. “Kai, we haven’t done this since we were kids…” you giggled. When you were kids, Kai would always interrogate you and Winter like this by making you pinky promise whenever you were upset about something and he wanted to find out why. He continued looking into your eyes. You rolled your eyes, chuckling lightly and took his pinky. 

“Why are you back y/n?” He looked at you so hard, it felt like he could see directly into your soul. “I, um, I just wanted a fresh start I gue-” Kai cut you off “Don’t lie to me, y/n. You know I know when you’re lying.” He was right. There was no point lying to him. “I broke up with my boyfriend, I had nowhere else to go, Kai. You know me and my family don-” He cut you off again. “Was the sex good?” He deadpanned, his face as straight as an arrow. “Kai…Why are you asking me this? I don’t want to talk about him! You haven’t seen me for four years and you’re asking me about my sex life?” You retort, feeling tears prick in the corners of your eyes, not wanting to think about your ex, especially like this. Thinking of your ex scared you. All you could see in your mind was the sheer anger on his face as you told him you were leaving, and years of putting up with his constant cruelty. “Did he fuck you well?” He asked, his grip on your pinky tightening. “Sometimes.” Kai let out what sounded like almost a low growl. “He didn’t deserve you, y/n. No one deserves you but me.” “What are you talking abo-” 

The next thing you knew, Kai had lifted you up onto the table and was kissing you deeply, his large hands holding your waist while your legs instinctively clung around his torso. He ran his tongue along your bottom lip, begging you for entrance, which you quickly granted. You moaned into the kiss before realising what was going one and you then pulled away quickly. “What are you doing?” You say, looking up into his dark, lust-filled eyes. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this for, do you, y/n? You have no clue how long I’ve wanted to fuck my sister’s hot friend for?” He growled. “Let’s see if I can fuck you better than your ex, shall we?” He said, before leaning forward and attacking your neck with his lips. Without thinking, you began grinding against his hard on, needing friction against your clothed cunt. This time, Kai pulled away, and you whined at the total loss of contact. “Stand up, y/n” he said gently. You swiftly hopped down from the table, looking up at Kai. He took a few steps backwards “You look so sexy in that shirt. Take it off” You did as you were told, his gravely voice sending more heat straight to your core. You pulled the t-shirt over your head, leaving you in your sheer, black lace bra and panties. “Fuck” he muttered to himself. His hard on had evidently grown by now, straining against his pants. He noticed you looking at this “you can help me in a minute sweetheart. Take those off first though.” You quickly tore off your bra and pulled your panties down and stepped out of them, and closer to a groaning Kai. You took another step forward and began palming him through his jeans with one hand, while using your other hand to toy with your clit, needed some kind of friction there. Kai pulled his shirt over his head as you snaked down onto your knees. This caused Kai to swiftly pull down his pants and boxers and step out of them as his hard cock sprung up against his stomach. You licked your lips and quickly took as much of him as you could in your mouth, pumping the rest of his length with your hand. You looked up at Kai to see him with his head thrown back and moaning your name. “You look so fucking hot with your mouth full of my dick y/n” he purred. This motivated you to take even more of his in your mouth. Kai grabbed the back of your head and began thrusting himself into your mouth. A few seconds later you felt his dick twitching inside your mouth, so you hollowed out your cheeks and bobbed on his cock harder. The next minute, he was moaning loudly as he filled your mouth with his cum. You swallowed all you could, but some of it trickled down your chin, and you pulled away from his cock and wiped away the dripping juices with the back of your hand. 

“Such a good girl, y/n” He purred in your ear after pulling you up and backing you back against the table. You hopped back onto it and began grinding your naked cunt against his cock, your pussy practically dripping with anticipation. “Please Kai…” you plead. “Please what sweetheart? I can’t help unless you tell me what you want” He said huskily. “Fuck me, Kai, fill me up with your big cock” you purred. This caused Kai to moan loudly as his hands slipped down to your folds. One hand on your clit, the other hand making use of two fingers that quickly slid inside you. “So wet for me, sweetheart” he whispered. “Please Kai!” you begged, arching your back as he thrust his fingers deeper inside you. “As you wish, y/n”. He pulled his fingers out, but they quickly replaced with his cock as he thrust deep into you. With one of his hands rubbing your clit harshly and the other playing with your right nipple, you arms were struggling to hold you up, the pleasure rocking you to your core. “Fuck Kai, you feel so fucking good!” you moan as he thrusts in and out of you quickly. “You’re so. Fucking. Tight y/n” he growls, punctuating each word to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

You could feel your pussy clench around his throbbing cock as your arms give up on you and you fall against the tabletop, screaming Kai’s name as the pleasure of your orgasm washes over you. Kai carries on plowing into you, until a few seconds later you feel his cum shoot inside you. “Fuck y/n” he pants, still slowly thrusting into you as you both come down from your highs. You lay on the table for a minute while Kai gets dressed again. You get off the table and slip your clothes back on. After you finish dressing, Kai steps in front of you, placing his arms around your waist. “I’d better head back up to Winter” you say, looking up at him, smiling. He lets you go and you kiss him on the lips. “Thank you, Kai” you say as you skip off up the stairs. He can practically hear the grin on your face as you call back to him. “Thank you, y/n” he says to himself, smiling. 

You slip back onto the sofa upstairs next to Winter. “What did Kai have to say?” she says, too focused on the movie she was watching in front of her to look at you. “Nothing much.” You say, glad that she didn’t look to see the huge grin on your face.

Little Sister Quill P2

Avengers x Reader x Guardians Of The Galaxy

Prompt: You’re the sister of the famous Peter Quill…or Starlord as the galaxy knows him, anyways he finds out that you actually exist and what happened to you when you were young.

Requested by: A few people // @thebookgeeek 

Written By: mrs.stankfa - Anna

Reader: Female

Warning: Language

A/N: You’re about twenty-five
Also sorry because I wrote this at like three in the morning… (yes again)

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

“Oh! So you didn’t know.” You chuckle while turning around again. “Never mind bud, my mistake.”

“My mistake?!” Fury roars in anger. “Do you idiots know what you are setting for as an example for this organization?!”

“I didn’t start a war with my team, so I’m good.” You shrug.

“Oh, damn you savage.” Clint comments.

“That is a low blow,” Steve grumbles from his awkward position underneath you and the passed out Winter Soldier.

“It had to be said.” You mutter with a roll of your eyes.

“Agent Quill!” Fury yells, interrupting the small argument between you and the team.

“What?! It’s my hangover day! You promised you wouldn’t bother me on those days.” You whine.

“This has to do with case 107.” Fury shortly replies, causing you, Bucky, and Steve to shoot up.

“107?! BUCKY!” He screeches.

“I swear that I’m not back there!” Bucky yells, quickly you stand from the tangle of bodies and walk till you’re across from Fury and the group of misfits; your demeanor totally changing.

“Sir, I hope this isn’t like last time.” You comment.

“No, Agent Quill. Go change and meet me in the conference room.” He orders.

You look down at your sparkly dress that was very low cut before looking back up at him. “Yes, sir.”

Conference Room

You swiftly walk into the conference room that Fury had told you to meet him at. It had taken you less than six minutes to change into a leather jacket, t-shirt, jeans, and combat boots. Your H/L H/C hair pulled back into a pony-tail.

It seemed less awkward when you walked into the room where the others that Fury had walked in with seven minutes earlier. They all abruptly stopped their conversation when you stepped into the room, leaving an eery silence until Fury decided to speak up.


“WOAH!” You interrupt while throwing your hands in the air. “Formalities? Am I going to die? Did those tests come back positive?! AM I PREGNANT?!”

“Agent!” Fury yells. “Stop.” 

“Alright.” You mutter while balancing on your toes. “So, why am I here? If it’s a 107…shouldn’t we get going?” 

“Why don’t we start with something else.” Fury offers, completely surprising you at how he was talking to you.

“Start with…what?” You question.

“We’re going to start like we did when I first brought you in.” Fury states while sitting down across from you.

“Oh.” You whisper as your face falls with all the memories that come crashing back into your mind.

“What’s the first thing you remember?” Fury demands.

“Fire.” You quickly answer, not missing a beat.

“Fire?” Fury questions, edging you to explain further.

“Fire. I woke up in a building, a building that was burning to the ground with me inside.’ You coldly reply.

“How old were you?” Fury demands.

“Seven or eight.” You shrug. “I don’t exactly remember because of the smoke.”

“Do you know how you got there?” Fury questions, you pause but slowly shake your head no.

“So, you don’t remember anything before that fire?” The only normal looking guy demands, you nod.

“Y/N, this is Peter. That’s Gamora, Drax, Rocket, and Groot.” Fury introduces after a few seconds of silence. “They’re here to talk to you about 107.”

“T-they are?” You stutter.

“I thought it was obvious.” Fury sarcastically replies.

“Well, it was but….it’s hard to believe with all the false alarms and all” You sheepishly mutter.

“Well, hi Y/N. I’m Peter Quill, and I’m your actual brother.”

Stan Twins Headcanon

Okay, so I’ve been talking about this with @artsymeeshee and sharing our love of platonic bonding between Stan and Ford, and I loved this headcanon so much that I just had to share it one here for everyone to see!

Headcanon that Ford has nightmares not just about the portal or Bill, but also about Stan.

Headcanon that Ford would wake up after each one, sometimes in his bed and sometimes on his desk with a piece of paper stuck to his cheek, and he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep until he sees Stan safe and sound in bed.

Headcanon that Ford doesn’t tell Stan what these nightmares are about, thinking that he was just being paranoid and overprotective. But no matter how many times he tries to convince himself it’s nothing, years of paranoia don’t go away that instantly.

Headcanon that Stan would notice how distracted Ford is the morning after one of these nightmares, and he seems to brush off Stan’s concerns quite quickly. Too quickly…But, he doesn’t press Ford for answers, and it doesn’t really affect their life or their relationship. After all, it’s not the first time they had nightmares they didn’t want to share just yet.

Headcanon that one day while they’re in port, Stan offers to pick up some supplies on his own. Ford, busy examining some ink from the Kraken they caught the other day, says “Yeah, okay.”, not entirely paying attention and seeing Stan out on his own as no big deal. They could both sometimes use some time by themselves, and they respect that.

Headcanon that after an hour has passed, Ford thinks Stan is taking a while to come back, but thinks nothing off it, and continues writing down the discoveries of the Kraken ink in his journal.

Headcanon that after two hours, Ford had long finished his research, and Stan still wasn’t back yet. It doesn’t take this long to get supplies, does it?

Headcanon that Ford gets more and more nervous with every passing minute. He paces the cabin, trying to not think about all the scenarios his brain is coming up with. What if someone from Stan’s time on the streets recognised him? What if someone picked a fight with Stan? What if he’s in danger right now? What if he had a memory lapse and he wasn’t there to ground him? All the memories of his nightmares come back to him all at once, and his paranoia is own worst enemy once again. He’s half tempted to “drop” something overboard just so he can have an excuse to leave the boat and look for him.

Headcanon that Ford tells himself to stop worrying. Of course Stan is fine. He’s a grown man, and he can take care of himself; you’re just being too protective and paranoid.

Headcanon that right when Ford is about to cave into his instincts and look for Stan, he hears footsteps on the deck and a voice. Stan’s voice. He finally enters the cabin with supplies in hand, saying “Ford, I’m back! Sorry I took so long. Fishing season is kicking in and everywhere is packed! And er…I may have taken some bait from another sucker’s basket. Which reminds me, I’m out of smoke bombs.”

Headcanon that Ford is barely even paying attention to the things that Stan is saying. He’s too busy thinking It’s Stan he’s here he’s himself he’s safe he’s safe thank goodness he’s safe he didn’t get hurt. He lets the relief overtake him, and without a second thought, he darts over to Stan and bundles him up in a huge hug.

Headcanon that Stan is startled at Ford’s behaviour. Was he really gone that long? But, he returns Ford’s hug and says “Good to see you too, Sixer.”

Headcanon that while embracing Stan, all those nightmares and fears and paranoid thoughts come crashing down onto him because this moment has proven to him that yes, Stan is here, Stan is safe and they are still together on the Stan O’War II. And upon hearing that childhood nickname, Ford is completely overcome and ends up breaking down in Stan’s arms. He finally confesses to Stan about the nightmares he’s had about Stan, about how he could be taken away and he could get hurt without Ford being there to protect him and he couldn’t lose him, not again, and every time Stan is out of his sight, he’s so scared that it’ll be the last time he sees him.

Headcanon that Stan, alarmed, immediately tries to comfort him, because it absolutely kills him to see his brave and strong big brother so terrified. Stan confides that he feels that way about Ford, too. That sometimes, he thinks he’ll wake up and realise that all this has been a dream, and Ford is still trapped in another dimension or they’re still fighting or still saving the world from Weirdmageddon. But, just seeing Ford every day helps remind him that this is real, and this is them living out their dream. He pulls Ford away, grabs him by the shoulders, looks him right in his eyes, and says “You’re not going to lose me, Ford. Not if I can help it. And if something does happen, well… You know I’ve got your back, and I know you’ve got mine. There’s nothing that can stop the Pines Twins. Wherever we go…”

“We go together.” Ford finishes, finally reassured.

Headcanon that Ford still has his protective moments, and so does Stan, but they both know that this is real.

But that doesn’t stop Ford from getting them both cell phones the next time they’re in port.

Aaaaaaand…that’s the end of that! Wow, that was a long one! But I just love moments like these between Stan and Ford so much! Who’s with me?!

Flip Phones Are Making a Comeback 🤙
  • iPhone User: How can you even stand it?
  • Android User: Stand what?
  • iPhone User: Your phone's crappy camera. Every picture looks like it was printed from a gameboy.
  • Android User: At least mine isn't an overpriced piece of junk that bends if you put in your pocket.
  • iPhone User: Excuse me? I think all of that extra price goes to making sure our phone DON'T EXPLODE!
  • Android User: It's only the Note 7 that explodes. You don't know anything.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • *both phone users glance at it momentarily until it stops ringing*
  • Android User: Uhh, anyway. At least our phones aren't made in sweatshops.
  • iPhone User: You didn't need to take this conversation in that direction, but your phone is probably made in a sweatshop too.
  • Android User: Our sweatshops are 100% more humane than Apple's gulags.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • iPhone User: Is that piece of junk yours?
  • Android User: No, who uses a flip phone in 20XX. I thought it was yours.
  • iPhone User: *picks up flip phone* It's so old, but it seems familiar.
  • Android User: Are you going to answer it?
  • iPhone User: No. You answer it.
  • Android User: Hell no! You picked it up. Why don't you answer it?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. Something doesn't seem right about it. I'm going home.
  • Android User: Don't forget to take your flip phone with you.
  • iPhone User: You keep it, as an android user, you're used to cheap pieces of junk.
  • Android User: Low blow!
  • *at night*
  • Android User: *tossing and turning in bed*
  • Flip Phone: *ringing grows progressively louder* HELLO, MOTO!
  • Android User: *picks up flip phone* Piece of garbage. Why do you keep ringing. I should just answer it.
  • Android User: *gets nervous* Why don't I want to answer it? Jesus, I just need to get rid of this thing.
  • Android User: *tosses flip phone out of the window* That's better.
  • Android User: *attempts to go back to sleep but ringing starts again* Fucking no! Is this some sort of nightmare!?
  • Android User: *notices their own phone ringing on their drawer* Oh. *answers it*
  • Android User: Whom am I speaking to?
  • iPhone User: Hey, it's me.
  • Android User: It's late, what do you want?
  • iPhone User: You know how it's just the two of us that hang out.
  • Android User: Yeah, what about it?
  • iPhone User: Didn't it used to be three of us that hung out?
  • Android User: No, it's been just the two of us since we were kids.
  • iPhone User: We had a third friend that we hung out with everyday. I know this sounds crazy, but somehow both of us forgot about her.
  • Android User: I have no clue what you're talking about.
  • iPhone User: That's the point! Like, she did everything with us, but I can't remember anything specifically about her. It's like someone took an eraser to my mind, but for some reason I have all these faint memories about her coming back to me and I'm freaking out.
  • Android User: Man, I think you just need some sleep. You sound crazy right now.
  • iPhone User: I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I got to sleep when I wake up I won't remember you. I think something bad is going to happen to you.
  • Android User: I'm fine. My dad owns a gun. If someone tries to break into our house or something, they'll get their heads blown off. I guess we might have to deal with vengeful ghosts, but those usually take a few years to develop. Get some sleep, please.
  • iPhone User: Okay, goodnight... I love you.
  • Android User: Uhh, the feeling's mutual... I guess. *hangs up*
  • Android User: Overemotional, I swear. *attempts to sleep*
  • *loud knock at the door*
  • Android User: Goddammit! Dad'll get it.
  • *banging persists and only gets louder*
  • Android User: Okay, I guess I have to answer it again. *grabs one of their dad's guns and answer the door*
  • Android User: *aims gun into the dark night* Who's out there!? Who was knocking on my door!? ...No one. Fucking neighbor kids, I swear.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, moto!
  • Android User: Of fucking course. *screams into the night* I guess some PARANORMAL FORCE just magically put the flip phone on my porch. How about I just BLAST IT TO PIECES!
  • The Night: *stays silent*
  • Android User: *sighs* This has to be a stupid fucking prank. I bet that iPhone using "friend" of mine is doing this to set me up.
  • Android User: *notices the caller ID on the flip phone* Rebecca? Why is that name so familiar?
  • Android User: *answers phone* Hello?
  • Rebecca: Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch.
  • Android User: Fuck off. *hangs up* If someone really is below my porch, you can crawl out! I'll be sure to blast your brains out! I'm not afraid!
  • Android User: I'm a fucking idiot for this. *peers below the porch* There's nothing. This really is all some prank. *stands up*
  • *the front door is closed*
  • Android User: *checks the door* It's locked! Fuck! Okay, this is actually getting weird, but I'm armed. If anyone tries to mess with me I'll fucking shoot them.
  • Android User: *checks self* Where the fuck did I put that phone?
  • Flip Phone: *rings from the back of the house* ...hello, moto.
  • Android User: *sweats nervously* Okay, stay calm. Remember, you're armed. This is all a prank and they'll feel like fucking idiots when they realize they nearly got themselves shot over this. *walks to the back of the house*
  • *the next morning*
  • iPhone User: *frantically scrolling through phone*
  • Grandmother: What's wrong, honey?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. I'm looking for someone in my phone contacts, but they're not there!
  • Grandmother: Who?
  • iPhone User: I don't know! Ugh!
  • Grandmother: Calm down, honey. I'm sure you'll find them.
  • iPhone User: Grandma, did I used to hang out with anyone? Like, I regularly had friends over, right?
  • Grandmother: Well, I'm going to be honest with you. You've always been a bit of an introvert. But as long as you keep up with your schoolwork, it's no bother to me.
  • iPhone User: No, I had two friends, didn't I? Don't you remember them? You knew both of them by name. They were my childhood friends.
  • Grandmother: I'm not sure. You liked being by yourself as a child. H-Have you been using drugs?
  • iPhone User: No, grandma! It's just... I don't know. I'm lonely and stressed out and I don't know why.
  • Grandmother: It must be your schoolwork, honey. You're such a hard worker and you hardly ever give yourself a break. Remember, you have to take out some time for yourself to relax too. Studying is important, but so is your mental health
  • iPhone User: You're right. Finals are coming up. I guess I've been letting it all go to my head.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • Grandmother: *takes phone out of pocket* Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? *hangs up* Strange.
  • iPhone User: Where did you get that phone?
  • Grandmother: I've had it for a while now. Is there something wrong with it?
  • iPhone User: No... not anything that I remember.
Reincarnation AU

Person A and Person B were lovers in their past life. After a tragic event, Person A dies and Person B is left to deal with their broken heart. Person B writes down all their experiences with Person A, in hopes that their reincarnation will be able to regain all their memories.

Hundreds of years pass and the reincarnated Person B finds a mysterious book while cleaning. Once they being to read, all the memories begin to come back. After realising that Person A was their past love reincarnated, they run off to find them. Well Person B does find them. Person A is at the park with Person C. Just as Person B is about to call out to Person A to share their discoveries, they witness their past love get down on one knee and pull out a beautiful diamond ring and utter the words “will you marry me?” to Person C. Person C is ecstatic and shouts “yes!” Person A and C share a kiss as Person A places the ring on their finger. Person B turns away from the sight and begins to head home. They stop by a trash can and eye the book in their hand one last time. Fighting back the tears, they toss the book in the trash while muttering “I guess it wasn’t true love after all…”

Ok but imagine young Sidon hearing Mipha always talking about how great Link is and she just talks about how he makes her feel and he can’t help but find himself smiling every time she gushes about him. 

Til it gets to the point he’s interested in the hero himself, wanting to be that cool, wanting to make Mipha as happy as this hero can, maybe even being a little jealous she gets to spend time with him when he has only watched him from afar. Before he even realizes it he’s smitten, stuck between wanting to be like the hero and wanting to be close to him like Mipha is; even if he isn’t sure at that age why he feels this way.

He dwells on this for many years, going back to his journal often to read stories Mipha had told him of the hero, missing her deeply and keeping that admiration for both Mipha and the hero alive. 

It isn’t til many years later he sees the hero again, he nearly lets go of the tower he’s standing on in shock, the hero he’d always heard of growing up was here. As if fate had lead him here in the Zora’s time of need, all those memories of Mipha’s stories come rushing back to him and he’s ecstatic to finally meet him.

Sidon is literally the last one to realize he loves Link, Link jokes it must run in the family and he can hear Mipha’s chuckle echoing in his mind. Sidon doesn’t hear Mipha like Link can, he agonizing about his feelings even though it’s clear Link somehow just knows. So he travels out to Ruta to find Mipha’s spirit to ask her if it’s alright that he’s fallen for someone she loved so dearly. She assures him her time in this world had passed, that though her love for Link will never change even in death, it was not her place to dictate whom Link chose to be with. She is touched he considered her feelings, though she’d long since left behind her hopes for romance with her mortal vessel.

I guess a person
does not stop
loving someone 
I guess what I’m trying to say is
loving a person once
no matter how short-lived
or how long ago it was 
it actually does not go away
it stays – it is eternal.  
It eats up a piece of your heart
and leave a wound
that will never heal ….
a part of you, lost forever 
for it was given freely to another.
You would think with time 
you have moved on
and left that old self
and all the emotions contained within 
but come a chance to see the person again 
or even just hearing his voice
or reading his words 
that warm feeling will rise up again 
engulfing you
make the tips of your fingers tingle
and your palms cold.
A few seconds 
that is all it takes
for all the memories
to come rushing back
all the familiar sensations
fills your every being
and you are back there again
in that momentous time and place
a long time ago.
—  m.d.k. // Loving via @heartandsoulonpages
Midnight Blues

A/N: repost of an old fic

Pairing: Y O O N G I x R E A D E R

Genre: F L U F F x S M U T

Word Count: 7.899

Summary: After your heart is broken to pieces the night before New Year’s Eve, you receive a surprise visitor who is willing to whisk you away and help you find the love you had been missing all along.

Rating: NC-17

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Love your blog! I was wondering if I could request a headcanon for Levi and his S/O where they both die in the canonverse,how he would react to seeing his S/O again in the modern world, like a Reincarnation. All the memories come flooding back as soon as he sees their face. Thank you 😊 ❤️

I hope it’s okay that I’m combining these into one scenario since they both deal with Reincarnation! Also, dingdingding, y’all have stumbled across Mod Elle’s favorite AU and trope. I will absolutely write you (and Mod Spookzz who I know wants this as well) a scenario for Levi reuniting with his past-life s/o! Thank-you so much for the compliments and I hope the both of you enjoy! 

Levi Ackerman hated parties.

 The incessantly boisterous chatter grated against his eardrums, creating a small headache that pulsated against his temples. Had it not been for Erwin’s insistence that he attend, he wouldn’t have been caught dead at this party. While Levi could definitely appreciate fine clothing and the expensive décor in the banquet hall, there was only so much socializing he could take with rich, pompous members of society who flaunted their money and large donation like a badge of honor.

 Posed closest to the large, glass doors that led out to an elaborate balcony, Levi swirled his champagne fluke and settled in to simply people watch. Erwin was across the room, no doubt discussing the numerous pro-bono cases that their law firm had taken upon their shoulders and won. Truthfully, Levi had been the one to make the large contribution to tonight’s cause, but Erwin was much more equip to talk to people with his smooth charm and dazzling, saccharine smiles.

 Levi felt himself roll his eyes and down the rest of his drink.

 Music washed over the voices in the room as soon as the speaker at the podium made his piece about the proceeds and how the donations would help families combat physical and mental abuse. Honestly, Levi hadn’t been paying attention; it was the same speech at every one of these charity events. All he had to do was hold out for another hour and duck out of the party before any of his co-workers noticed he had gone missing.

He pushed off his spot from the wall and meandered through the crowd, ignoring sultry looks several women sent his way. It was obvious that he was in a surly sort of mood if the furrow of his brow was any indication. Levi hated entertaining people more than he hated attending these stupid galas to begin with, but Erwin’s voice echoed in the back of his subconscious like a record stuck on loop.

 ‘Just bear with it, Levi. We have a reputation to uphold.’

 What a load of bullshit.

 Crossing the threshold between the ballroom and the much quieter hallway, Levi paused dead in his tracks at the sight before him. Moonlight spilled in from the open window, bathing your skin in an almost ethereal glow that radiated off your elegant clothing. You were breath-taking, you were stunning and, above all else…


 You were familiar.

 A myriad of images flashes before his eyes as you turned to face him. You, dressed in a green cape, with your right hand fisted over your heart; you, hovering over him as your features scrunched up in pleasure; you, laying in a pool of blood as a monstrous, humanoid creature reached down for your mangled body.

 Pain pricked behind his eyes. The last thing Levi was conscious of was your voice calling out to him before he tumbled to the ground, various images, thoughts, and other memories from a past life flooding into his head and overwhelming him in the most intense pain he had ever been subjected to in his whole life. Everything was coming into color: the titans, humanity, you. How could he have forgotten something as large as this? How could he have forgotten what he had fought so long and desperately for even in this new world?

 He didn’t know how long it took for him to come to but, by the time the pain had subsided and he was able to focus his attention on his surroundings, Levi was able to recognize that you had managed to get him outside for fresh air. Slowly, his eyes connected with your own, your concern and hope painted so vividly across your features.

 You tentatively reached out to him, your hand hovering in mid-air for a second, before you dropped it by your side. “How are you feeling?”

 “Like someone just cracked my head open,” Levi replied effortlessly, yet his words lacked their typical bite.

 If you took notice of it or not Levi had no idea, but that didn’t deter you from exhaling deeply. Disappointment seemed to follow you like a cloud and, just as you were about to leave, his hand shot out and captured your wrist, intense storm-colored irises meeting your own.

 “Where are you going? I just remembered all this shit and now you’re leaving?” 

 “You…” Your voice wavered and Levi could tell that you were doing your best to paint on a brave face as you questioned, “You really remember everything?” 

 Levi released your wrist, standing to his feet. “Enough. The important shit, at least,” he responded, gauging your face for any sort of visible reaction.

 Silence settled over the both of you, but it only took you a few moments to surge forward. You wrapped your arms around his torso, breathing in his fresh scent that you had only dreamed of for years. “You don’t know how long I’ve been looking for you,” you confessed, tightening your hold around him fractionally. An overwhelming flow of emotions, both past and present, pooled inside the pit of Levi’s stomach as he gently cradled the back of your head with his hand. Fingers curled into the back of his suit’s jacket, you rested your forehead against his shoulder and murmured, “I’ve gone to so many of these stupid galas hoping that you’d be there. I found out you became a lawyer, but I didn’t want to overwhelm your memories.”

 “…How long?” Shifting, Levi braced his cheek into your soft hair, steely eyes scanning the vacant garden area while he awaited your answer. There was no doubt in his mind that you thought you had been sparing him from something by not coming to him sooner, which was so infuriatingly like you.

 You hesitated for a moment, reluctantly revealing, “A few years with the memories and about a couple of months knowing that you were in the city.”

 “Idiot,” Levi muttered beneath his breath but said nothing else. What else was there to be said? He had watched you die and had to live on knowing that he had been unable to save you. Despite all of that, you were alive and breathing and in his arms.

 He was never going to let you go again.

 Eventually, you exhaled slowly and pulled back, head cocked to the side. “So what now, Levi? Because, honestly, I’d much rather you and I go back to your place over being forced to attend another minute of that stuffy party.”

 Not deigning a verbal reply, Levi’s hand slipped into yours and began to guide you back to his car as a silent way of letting you know that he completely agreed with the sentiment of not spending another second inside of the large banquet hall. There were plenty of things the both of you needed to say and do.

 After all, the both of you had to make up for a lifetime.