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Capable of Anything

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Jungkook’s a snitch. He’s not proud of it, but he’s not ashamed of it either. It was convenient and easy to get information for coppers Taehyung and Seokjin. Easy money.

At least, that’s what he thought until he gets pulled into the seedy underworld of vaudeville speakeasies by the one and only man-eater with the angelic voice, Park Jimin.

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Feigning The Connection

Prompt: You seem so invincible. But just touch you and you’ll wince. You have secrets and trust no one. You’re the perfect example of betrayal. Because anyone you’ve ever trusted broke you. Thrust into a new world, will you be able to stay alone, or will Bellamy work his way in.

A/N: So by far number one was leading in the polls, and i’m super excited as I always see these type of stories on the Bellamy Blake Imagine tag and have always wanted to do one. This will of course be a Bellamy x reader but will also follow all canon plots of the series. THIS WILL BE A LONG SERIES. SUPER LONG. Sometimes I might combine two episodes or skip one because that episode (in my opinion) wasn’t as important.

BUT BE WARNED, I will not continue this story if no one wants. Each chapter i’d like at least one or two people letting me know to continue on to the next. I don’t want to put all my effort into a story no one wants to continue to read when I could be putting it towards ones you’d guys like more. But if people want it, i’ll happily oblige to continue it. I am very excited for this story!

I will also try to upload the chapters every few days or once a week!

Based off of: The 100 01x01

Pairing: Bellamy x Reader

Warnings: none.

Originally posted by darlinglostcrank

Your palms were sweaty, extremely sweaty though you paid no mind to the sweat that trickled down your skin as your head rattled against the head of your seat. Strapped in, nothing much could move except for the annoying shake of your head and the rumble of your own stomach.

Yells of panic could be heard around you but you paid no mind as you closed your eyes and tried to stay focused on keeping calm. Being thrust to the ground with only quite literally a moments notice was not exactly how you expected the day to go. No, you expected to be left in your cell for the day and to make no human contact whats so ever. Instead, you were roughly man-handled by the guards, knocked out and woke up to find yourself on a ship.

Apparently, you and the rest of the delinquents around you were the test subjects for the ‘good commoners’ up in space. You didn’t care. There was no one up there looking out for you or waiting for you, the only thing that annoyed you was that you were being used as a lab rat for some kind of ‘is earth in-habitual’ test.

Suddenly the rattling stopped and you heard a click as you felt your restraints loosen. Opening your eyes, you unlocked yourself, nearly being knocked over as a girl with blonde hair ran past you and crouched on the ground. “Finn, is he breathing?” You heard her frantically ask, and with curious eyes, you allowed yourself to walk over to her and the boy ‘Finn’, finding an unmoving body below them.

“The outer doors on the lower level.” A distant voice said and suddenly there was a mass of people rushing towards the doors. You faintly heard the same girl from before try to warn them that we couldn’t open the doors, at least not quite yet. 

“Bellamy?” Turning your head, you watched as a brunet haired girl rushed over to one of the guards. Everyone fell quite as the two hugged and shared a sentimental moment, you turned your head at the sight, slightly uncomfortable. The same girl from before quickly interrupted the moment though; “hey why aren’t you wearing a bracelet?”

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year:” 

Murmurs suddenly echoed as every one began naming the brunet girl. “No one has a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake.”

You saw her face contort in anger and with a sigh, you shoved your way forward. “Would you all shut up? What the hell does it matter.” You grumbled and with another sigh, you turned back to Bellamy and apparently Octavia. You’d heard the stories. The girl hidden under the floor, but honestly you didn’t understand what the big idea was. She was just like every other person.

You made eye contact with Bellamy as he regarded you with guarded eyes before smiling and turning to his sister. “Let’s give them something else to remember you by, huh? Maybe the first person to walk on earth in a hundred years.”

Your heart began to beat frantically again. Just outside those doors was earth. No space. No space station. No cell. Soon enough, you heard a creak and you had to squint your eyes as the brightness from the sun slightly burned. You were use to darkness and stars, not blue skies and a yellow sun.

There was silence as Octavia walked forward slowly, and she took the final jump down onto earth. You let a small smile slip as she cheered and everyone began running off the ship and onto the ground. You waited for the crowd to disperse before you yourself step off. The fresh air was something you never experienced before, and on the Ark it always felt constricted, here if felt as if you could breath perfectly fine.

You laughed, rejoicing in the way the wind moved your hair slightly back and you felt as if you could finally breathe. You rejoiced in the way you could hear cheers from around you, and looked over to see every other delinquent laughing. It made your heart feel warm and allowing your gaze to wash over, you let your curiosity take over as the same blonde girl from before walked off. 

Walking off from the others, you followed behind her shortly reaching her. Stepping forward, you opened your mouth to speak before a voice cut you off; “why so serious princess?” The blonde girl turned, finally regarding the newcomer and you. You turned yourself finding ‘Finn’ or at least that’s what you remembered being his name, standing beside you. “It’s not like we died in a fiery explosion.”

She shook her head and look towards you, you shrugged; “he’s not wrong.”

“Try telling that to the two boys who followed you out of there seat.” She shot back to him and you stifled a laugh. Finn glared at you playfully and you shook your head, 

“You don’t like being called princess, do you princess?” 

The girl shook her head, “see that peak over there?”

“Yeah.” You replied, stepping up beside the two. 

“Mount Weather. There’s a radiation soaked-forest between us and our next meal.” With wide eyes, you turned towards the mountain and felt your heart sink. You shared a look with the two beside you as the girl grumbled; “they dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.

“We’re on the ground.” Looking up from your hands, you shot up at the group that had crowded around the blonde girl, who you learned was Clarke and Wells, who you’d recently met. Walking up to the crowd, you stopped beside Bellamy and Octavia.

“We need to find Mount Weather.” Wells explained. “You heard my fathers message, that has to be our first priority.”

“Screw your father.” 

“I agree with Wells.” You said, stepping up. Octavia’s eyes fell on you and with a roll of her eyes, “who the hell are you anyway?”

“Y/N.” You replied, shaking your head. “Wells is right. Mount Weather is our only source of food. We need to get to Mount Weather. Not because his father said so but because the longer we wait, the hungrier we’ll get. How long do you think we’ll survive without supplies?” You asked, referring to the whole group. 

Clarke stepped up beside you, placing her hand on your shoulder. “We’re looking at a twenty mile trek, okay? So if we want to get there before dark, we need to leave. Now.” Nodding your head silently, you agreed.

“I’ll go.” You volunteered, Clarke smiled at you and you nodded. 

“I got a better idea. You three go. Let the privilege do the work for once.” Bellamy spoke up and you narrowed your eyes. Stepping forward you begin to say something before Wells spoke up; “you’re not listening. We all need to go.” Suddenly he was shoved forward, and flinching, you watched as a boy with longer hair smirked.

“Oh look everybody. Chancellor of earth.” He laughed. 

“You think that’s funny?”

“Guys stop!” You tried but they ignored you as the boy shoved Wells, making him fall forward. Clark lurched forward but someone grabbed her. You grumbled at the sight of these immature idiots.

“No. But that was. All right.” The boy moved forward to push Wells again, you ran forward to grab the boy, pulling him back. He turned on you ready to fight before Finn jumped down from seemingly nowhere and smirked up at the boy. You immediately let go, knowing Finn had it and stepped slightly back. 

“Kids got one leg. Why don’t you wait until it’s a fair fight.” He said, tilting his head to the side. He made eye contact with you, “and maybe don’t push around those smarter than you.”

“Hey Spacewalker.” You all snapped your head over to Octavia, who sauntered forward. “Save me next time.”

“Four of us. Can we go now?”

“Count five.” You smiled at the four, walking up. You hefted the bag over your shoulder, smiling sweetly up at them. Clarke smiled reassuringly up at you, and Finn winked. 

“Sounds like a party for six, count me in.” Octavia clapped walking forward. Bellamy stepped forward; “hey. What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“i think she’d going for a walk.” You teased, crossing your arms and smirking over at Bellamy who glared at you. You smirked, uncrossing your arms before Clarke’s attention on you pulled you away.

“Hey!” She called, shocking you as she grabbed your wrist forcefully. You gaped at her, trying to pull your hand back. “Were you trying to take this off?”

You shrugged, confused; “yeah so?”

She glared at you, just as equally shocked; “so this band transmits your vital signs to the ark. Take it off and they’ll think your dead.”

“Should I care?” You replied.

“Well I don’t know. Do you want the people you love to think you’re dead?” She asked, shaking your head you pulled your wrist from her grasp.

“I don’t have anybody anymore.” You replied shortly. “Nobodies gonna care if i’m dead or alive up there.” And with that you turned. “can we go now?” You asked, walking off in the direction.

Cheering, you watched with a wide grin as Jasper swung across the lake. “Jasper!” You yelled, clapping when he made it across unscathed. You smiled at him when he made eye contact with you and turned, holding up a sign before you that read ‘Mount Weather.’

You felt a breath leave you in relief as you turned and smiled at your companions. After a tricky but amazing journey you’d finally made it and you didn’t feel like you were gonna starve of food anymore. “Whoo!” You cheered along with him, smiling as Finn yelled his name.

You were about to step up to go across but froze when a spear sore through the sky and hit him directly in the chest. You felt your breath leave you and you go stiff as he fell back and smacked the rock with his back. There was a deafening silence as everyone looked around for who threw the arrow.

You opened your mouth, calling his name in pure shock, barely registering Finn telling you to get down. You didn’t move until Monty grabbed you around the waist and yanked you down against the rock they were hiding against. You tried to breathe calmly but all you could envision was Jasper with a spear through his chest and you could hear your own heart beat.

“We’re not alone.”

There will be more Bellamy in future episodes, but there isn’t much originally in the first episode. As well as, as much as I love Bellamy, he’s kind of a dick in the first few episodes and Bellamy and the readers relationship have to grow. It will all connect. I hope you all enjoyed!

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That’s not what happened at all: False alibis in The Lion’s Mane and The Six Thatchers

The Lion’s Mane is the second of only two stories narrated by Sherlock Holmes; the first of these was The Blanched Soldier. Both of these stories were published in 1926 and collected in The Case-book of Sherlock Holmes, which seems to have become a major source for Sherlock S4 (see my related meta here, partially about the erasure of John Watson’s character).

In The Lion’s Mane, Holmes opens by talking about his lonely life in his house on a hill in the Sussex Downs, with his housekeeper and his bees, and relates the story of a case that nearly stumped him.

“At this period of my life the good Watson had passed almost beyond my ken. An occasional week-end visit was the most I ever saw of him. Ah! had he but been with me, how much he might have made of so wonderful a happening and of my eventual triumph against every difficulty!”

Yes, it’s certainly a pity that John is being kept from writing these stories.

As I mentioned in my recent meta on The Blanched Soldier, Mofftiss appear to believe that Doyle removed Watson from that tale in order to tell a story about him in him allegory (this is the only explanation for James Sholto’s character in The Sign of Three). I think he did the same thing in The Lion’s Mane as well, but it’s difficult to tell, because the story is a bit like a game of musical chairs. In fact, past Sherlockians have observed that lines in The Lion’s Mane appear to have been handed out to the wrong characters.

“Why did you betray us?” (The Six Thatchers)

The only character in The Lion’s Mane that we recognize by name, Sherlock Holmes, isn’t acting like himself at all. John Watson is outright missing. The first manuscript of this story, most of which has survived, included a new and important character who was then cut out of the published version. Can we trust what we see on the page?

“That’s not what happened at all.” (The Six Thatchers)

… Victorian skinny-dipping, secret love notes, and lots of other spoilers for The Lion’s Mane under the cut.

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Stiles x Reader

Requested By Anon

Part Two

“Do you know what she said, she said let Stilinski talk, he knows more than google.” Stiles snapped as he rambled on.

“Stiles you do always correct her.” Scott muttered and adjusted his straps.


“Yeah and I wouldn’t do that if she wasn’t always wrong.” Stiles waved his arms about and glowered at where you were sat reading.


“But she isn’t always wrong that’s what she gets so annoyed about.” Scott smiled at you and let out a sigh as you caught onto what Stiles was saying and slammed your book shut.


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Magic || Jughead Jones

Request from anon: Okay so ever since your Supernatural cross-over I’ve been a bit obsessed with the idea of the ‘supernatural’ in Riverdale. I really want to see a ‘reader’ with magical powers, kind of like a 'Sabrina’ type character and she’s friends with the group and subtly tries to use her magic to help them out. I’m thinking football games she uses it to help Archie with a throw or Ronnie is about to fall of the top of the pyramid but she stops it. It could be a jughead x reader and eventually he notices??

A/N: This was super fun to write! Hope you like it!

Gif by @bellsprincess


You always knew you were different. Ever since you were six and literally levitated the cookie jar your mom had placed on a high shelf directly towards you, you knew you were unique. You never told anyone. You had wanted to tell your parents but then you had remembered a scary movie you had watched (when your parents weren’t looking) about a girl who was tortured because people found out she had “powers.” What if your parents sent you away? What if your friends told their parents or teachers who then called someone that would hurt you? It wasn’t worth the risk. So you kept it quiet. You only practiced your telekinesis when you were home alone, always making sure to lock your bedroom door. And you never, ever used it in public.

One day changed that.

It was the championship game between Riverdale and some other town whose name you couldn’t remember for the life of you. You weren’t there for the game, not really. You were there to see Betty and Veronica and the cheer squad in action. They had begged you to come, talking excitedly about how they had a new routine and how they couldn’t wait for you to see it. So there you were, under the bleachers with your boyfriend Jughead in the freezing cold waiting until halftime to see your friends cheer.

“How long till halftime?” Jughead asked from next to you.

You looked at the clock and sighed.

“Fifteen seconds.” you said.

Jughead leaned against the metal of the bleachers.

“After Betty and Veronica’s cheer can we please go get some Pop’s?”

You smirked.

“Yeah, Juggie, of course.” you said.

The referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the second quarter. The cheerleaders almost instantly entered the field just as the football players left and you and Jughead stepped out from under the bleachers to watch the halftime show.

“Go Ronnie! Go Betty!” you cheered.

The girls waved to you before they got into position with the other cheerleaders. The music began to play and the girls began to do their number, jumping and dancing around. They began to get in formation for a pyramid, Veronica getting in position to go on top. The girls lifted her with ease and Veronica smiled as she absolutely aced her movements.

However, when the girls got ready to bring the Lodge girl down, one of them slipped on the mud, making Veronica lose her balance. She wobbled like crazy, trying to keep her balance and failing miserably. The crowd gasped and some even covered their eyes as they watched Veronica stumble. You knew you had to do something before your friend fell and broke her neck.

Without another second to lose, you concentrated on your friend, making her stop her wobbling instantly.

“What the—” Jughead began.

He looked around and realized he was the only one who saw something wrong with Veronica’s position. She looked too steady at that angle. He looked over at you to see your brows furrowed in concentration as you watched Veronica.

“Y/N?” he asked.

You weren’t listening. You concentrated as hard as you could on the surprised and slightly panicked Lodge girl as she slowly but surely began to regain her balance on top of the pyramid. You began to feel lightheaded and you began to feel blood start to trickle out of your nose and you were briefly reminded of what happened all those years ago that made you swear not to push your powers to their limits again. With a quick movement of your head, Veronica was directly on top of the pyramid again and you stopped your concentration, letting out a heavy sigh. Everyone began clapping at what they thought was Veronica’s miracle recovery and you felt yourself getting more and more dizzy. You began to fall back but Jughead was quick on his feet and caught you, holding you steady.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed worriedly.

You were barely awake, your head lolling to the side. Jughead led you back under the bleachers, sitting you against the cool metal.

“I’m fine, Juggie.” you mumbled.

Jughead shook his head as he pulled a tissue from his pocket, cleaning up the blood that had fallen from your nose.

“You call this fine, Y/N? God, what happened out there?” he asked.

You shook your head weakly.

“Nothing. I just got dizzy, that’s all.” you lied as you closed your eyes, trying to get some of your strength back.

“Yeah, because watching your friend nearly fall off a cheerleading pyramid makes you dizzy,” he said sarcastically, a tinge of worry still in his voice.

The two of you were silent as he finished cleaning up the blood from your nose.

“I saw you, Y/N,” Jughead said softly.

You opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend.

“I saw you stop Veronica from falling,” he continued.

You looked down, internally panicking.

He knew. He knew. You were going to end up just like that girl from the movie.

“H-How long?” he asked. “How long have you been able to do… this?”

“I-Since I was six.” you said.

“Does anyone else know?” he asked.

You shook your head.

“No,” you said quietly.

You looked up at the beanie-clad teen again.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” you pleaded, tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t want to be sent away to some science facility where they torture me and force me to—”

“Hey, hey, hey, shh, calm down,” Jughead reassured, cupping your cheeks with his palms. “Who’s sending you away?”

He wiped a fallen tear away from your cheek with his thumb and smiled softly.

“I’m not telling anyone, okay? No one’s going to send you away. They’d have to get through me first.” he said.

You let out a watery chuckle.

“But Juggie, that would be easy.” you joked.

“Ouch,” Jughead said in mock offense. “That hurt,”

You giggled again, your tears starting to dry up.

“But seriously,” the raven-haired teen said. “No one’s gonna hurt you. I won’t let them. Just know that. Okay?”

You nodded.



A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please send me feedback!


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anonymous asked:

Can you do prompt 74 in where the reader and Jason get into an argument about the reader being a new superhero and he says something really mean because he's scared he's gonna lose her and she gets upset and ignores him for an x amount of time until he apologizes

Ohoho, I’m excited for this one. I thank your loveliness for the request! I hope you like it!!

Warning: Swearing, mentions of drugs

Prompt 74: “I didn’t mean what I said”


Crossing the Line

Your and Jason’s relationship is anything but normal. He’s the Red Hood and you’re a Metahuman. This concoction equals your not so everyday couple.

Jason is constantly gone late at night, whether it be out on patrol or on a mission. Always out helping people, and you want to do the same. You have powers to control light, or more specifically photons.

You can manipulate light into objects or blasts. You could even fly if you controlled the photons in just the right way, it’s a pretty cool power.

Jason knows of your power and accepts them but he never wants to talk about them. So you talk to his brothers about them.

“I don’t understand why you don’t ever come out with us [F/n], you have such good control over your powers” Dick said as you were letting off some steam in the batcave.

“I know, I want to use them but I don’t have a suit or anything” you formed a light blast in your hands and shot it at a dummy.

“I’ll make you a suit” Tim offered turning away from the computer.

“Really?” asking as you grew giddy.

“Sure, we can never have too many heroes out there. And you have training so why not? I also know Bruce has thought about asking you to join us” He began typing up a list of features for the suit.

You stood over his shoulder and helped with the design. Also asking for some specific add-ons that could help with your powers.

“Are you going to tell Jason?” Dick questioned while watching you and Tim.

“I don’t know, should I surprise him?” you furrowed your brow in contemplation.

“That could be fun, yeah surprise him. You need a name too” Dick pointed a finger at you. The three of you stood silent while thinking.

“How about Radiant?” Tim snapped his fingers, “It has a nice ring to it. Yeah I like it” You approved, as the three of you finished the suit.

You were ecstatic to surprise Jason, he was probably going to freak out. Everyone knew but him.

You’re also ecstatic to make a difference. Born into a wealthier family, a lot of people think your life was flawless but like everyone, your family had their issues. You went through a depression as a teenager after losing a close friend. Your sister was a recovering addict after she fell into the wrong crowd, having recently relapsed. Your mother and father were having marital issues. Some were worse than others. But luckily your family was recovering.

You glided over the roof tops to where Tim had sent you a location they were infiltrating. You were to use your powers to blind the gunmen before they entered. Landing by one of the windows to the warehouse.

When Tim gave you the signal you created light flashes and disoriented the gunmen as they began to take out all of the men. Jumping down you began to fight alongside them.

Easily you all took them down and tied them up. “Alright! That was awesome!” Dick yelled before giving you a high-five.

TT, you did well for your first time.” Did Damian just complement you? What distortion world is this?

“Good job Radiant. Happy you decided to join us” Bruce was next as he patted your shoulder. Tim gave you a high five as well.

But Jason, you didn’t get the expected response. “Home now!” he commanded before grappling out of the building. Confused, you immediately followed.

Meeting him in your shared apartment, crawling through the window you were greeted with a livid Jason.

“Are you insane?!” He yelled as you entered the apartment. “What?” you asked pulling off your mask, a dumbfounded expression on your face.

“What were you thinking? You can’t be a hero! It’s too dangerous out there for you!” he was outraged.

“I was thinking that I have these amazing powers and I wanted to use them for something good! I want to help people like you!” Yelling back as you stormed into the bedroom to change.

“But you’re not me [F/n]! You don’t have the experience or the training, or the stomach for this!” The argument began to get heated. You guys argued but heated arguments were rare.

“I can stomach this life just fine, god knows I stomach you crawling through that fucking window bloodied every night!” Countering and crossing your arms.

“That’s not the same thing!” he claimed but you rolled your eyes, “Well it’s pretty damn close now isn’t it!”

You both drew closer and closer to an invisible line. On the edge of it but refusing to cross it as you both continued.

“I just want to save people like you Jay. People in this world are cruel and I want to save others from that!” Feeling your throat getting raw you turned your back on him and set out toward the kitchen.

“And what do you know about cruelty!? You were born with a silver spoon in your mouth! Everything was handed to you! The almost perfect life, how about instead of saving the world, you save your sister from putting another needle up her arm!” He yelled. After the words registered he immediately regretted all of them. 

That line… he crossed it.

Turning around, you were absolutely livid, “Excuse me? Did I just fucking hear you right?” he didn’t say anything until you let out a disgusted scoff and made your way to the front door.

“[F/n], wait that’s not what I meant. I-It just slipped out” he stuttered trying to keep you from leaving.

“Really Jason? Because it damn well sounded like you meant it” You grit your teeth before pushing by him.

“Where are you going? [F/n] Please” His voice wasn’t laced with anger anymore, it was panic.

“My parents, I hope your happy Jason” you spat before exiting the apartment and slamming the door behind you.

What did he just do? Did he just lose you? Fuck he just lost you.

His legs gave out when he was in front of the couch. Jason never wanted that argument, he was intending to talk you out of it calmly. His mouth just took over before his brain could. He was just scared you’d get hurt and he’d lose you.

His worrying made him loose you anyways. “Fuck” he whimpered resting his head in his hands. There was no way he was getting sleep tonight.

It had been a week since you walked out. You weren’t sure if you were broken up or just taking a break. Having cut off all communication with him and his family, you were beginning to regret walking out.

He had to have had a reasoning right? Maybe you should’ve heard him out?

At that moment your phone buzzed again. Jason had blown up your phone with voicemails and texts. Picking up the device you clicked on the new voicemail.

‘[F/n] I’m begging you. Please let me see y-you. I-I’m so fucking sorry. Let me make it up t-to y-you please.’ he was suppressing his hiccups and sniffles. You’d seen him cry and heard him sob, you knew exactly what was happening on his end. He cleared his voice before saying, ‘I’m begging you [F/n], I love you so much! Please don’t let this be over.’ That’s where the message ended.

You missed him, holy shit you missed him. Rubbing your face you heard the doorbell ring. Standing up, you wiped the unshed tears from your eyes before pulling the door open.

There he stood, the most remorseful look on his face as he held your favorite take-out in his hands. “I uh didn’t think flowers would be enough. Can I come in, please? Can we just talk?” he pleaded, nodding you opened the door wider and let him in.

Leading him into the living room you sat on the couch and he sat facing you. “I didn’t mean what I said. I didn’t mean a single word of it. I was just scared because I could only see what had happened to me and I don’t ever want you to go through that ever. I was just terrified that I might lose you, and I freaked out and overreacted which only lead to me pushing you away. I’m so sorry, please forgive me. Please come home because it’s not home without you.” he had taken your hand in his and was squeezing it gently.

You felt tears pricking at your eyes before pulling him into an embrace. “I’m the one who should be sorry, I should’ve told you before.” you cried into his shoulder as he rubbed circles on your back.

Pulling away you wiped your eyes letting out a breathy laugh. “I’ve missed you so much” you took his hand again.

He smiled before hugging you tight, “I love you, and I can’t wait to be a superhero power couple with you”

“Really?” you chuckled, shifting to look at him.

“Really” he placed a sweet kiss on your lips before pulling away.

You grabbed the bag of food and pulled his hand, “Lets go home”

Missing Parts - 11.

Part 12
Missing Parts Masterlist

Originally posted by threebroomsticks

„Dragons? Are you kidding me, right?” – you almost yelled, eyes widened open as you sat on a bench with Cedric in the courtyard, discussing the First Task of the Triwizard Tournament.

He frowned at your surprise. „I thought you already knew it. Harry told me.”

„I haven’t met him today yet.” – you lied, but in fact, you had. The truth was you barely spoke with him, not because you were in bad terms, it was just eaiser to forget if you haven’t spent too much time with him. Firstly, seeing as he didn’t really care about that you’re avoiding him hurt a little, but at least it helped to move on. „This is insane.” – you continued. – „How should you battle with a dragon? That’s impossible.”

„Thank you for encouraging me.” – he smiled, reminding you what you just said.

„Oh, Godric, I didn’t mean that.” – you said desperately, placing a hand on his shoulder. – „I’m sure you’ll figure something out.” Kissing him on his cheek, you rested your head against his shoulder. A group of Ravenclaw girls threw jealous glances at you as they just came outside, but you already stated to get used to it. You just rolled your eyes when Cho waved to Cedric who waved back. Even if you knew they’re good friends, you still couldn’t like the girl.

The day of the First task came, and you were tired as you couldn’t sleep much last night from being so nervous about Cedric and Harry at the same time. Fortunately, both of them managed to get their golden eggs from the dragon, mostly unharmed.

You spent the afternoon in the Gryffindor common room, which was louder than ever as everybody cheered and celebrated Harry. That was definitely the biggest party you’ve ever been since you came into Hogwarts. After three hours of constant chanting, singing, and dancing you were ready to left as you set a meeting with Cedric earlier. Before you did so, you went to find Harry in the crowd; so many people wanted to speak with him you haven’t got a chance yet. „That trick with the broomstick was awesome, really.” – you said in awe after gave him a quick hug, but he wasn’t amazed at all.

„Yeah, well, if you had helped me too, you wouldn’t be so surprised now.”

Taken aback, you said in a low voice. „Excuse me?”

„Nothing.” – he answered shortly, standing up to leave but you stepped in front of him.

„What is your problem?”

A big sigh left his mouth before he started. „It’s just, you know, Hermione spent all of her free time this week to help me to prepare for the task, and you were nowhere.”

„I didn’t know about it! Why didn’t you tell me?” – your voice became louder with every sentence, but it was desperate. Heads started to turning to your direction.

„Why, oh yes, because you were too busy to avoiding me.” – he snapped, and you opened your mouth to say something, but he already disappeared in the crowd.

Seeing as people still staring, you left the common room quickly, running down to the entrance hall where you meet with Cedric. Your vision was blurry as you tried to choke back your tears, but in the moment when you were close enough to Cedric, you fell into his arms, letting out every teardrop that you were holding back.

„Hey.” – he started slowly, whispering into your ear. „What is it, what’s wrong?” Face buried into his chest and arms clutching around him tightly as you were still sobbing quietly, he was rubbing circles on your back, giving you some time before he asked again. „Talk to me, please.”

As you finally pulled back, looking everywhere but in his eyes, he took your hand and walk with you to an empty classroom where you sat down, Cedric close to you, holding your face in both of his hands so you couldn’t avoid his gaze anymore. „What is it?”

„Harry.” – you mumbled, unable to explain more.

He frowned, eyes darkened as his hands fell off to his lap from your face slowly. „What happened?”

„Nothing… I don’t know.” – tears started to falling down on your cheeks again. „He’s just such an asshole to me lately.”

In the first time since you knew him, you saw as anger was coming into his eyes. „Do you want me to talk to him?”

You chuckled weakly. „No. I can protect myself if it’s necessary.”

„I know you can.” – he smiled finally, wrapping his hands around you and pulling you closer; his face pressed to your forehead.

It took an another five minutes when you finally stopped sobbing. „I’m sorry.”

„What on earth for?” – he pulled back so he could look into your eyes.

„I don’t know, I just never cry in front of people.” – Even if it sounds stupid, you had to say it, because it was true, and being as one your weakness, you never knew how should you feel about it.

Cedric just smiled. „You can trust me, you know that, do you?”

You nodded quickly, trying to switch the topic as it was enough emotional wreck for today. „You were really good today.” – you said, even if you already told that at least three times to him, right after the task.

„Thank you Y/N.  Again.” – you closed your eyes as you chuckled, but when opened them again you saw as he leaned closer. „Can I kiss you?”

Already feeling his hot breath on your lips, you didn’t respond with him words, but closed the tiny gap between you.

Next morning at breakfast you were sitting in front of Ron and Harry, slowly eating your cereal while you were lost in your thoughts about the kiss between you and Cedric last night. Kissess, more precisely, as you were spent hours with each other right after the first. Only Hermione’s angry voice woke you up, as she constantly scolded Rita Skeeter and her article. „Oh, calm down, will you?” – you groaned, putting down your spoon. – „Why do you even care about it, we know it’s a lie.”

„She wrote about you too.”

You snatched the Daily Prophet from her hand so suddenly it’s almost ripped apart. „It seems as Miss Granger’s best friend, Y/N Black (who happened to be the escaped murderer, Sirius Black’s daugther) also only shows interest about Triwizard Champions. According to our unknown sources, Miss Black spent most of her night with Cedric Diggory in a private place after the First Task, where the young girl gladly and succesfully seduced the Hogwarts champion with her kisses.”

When you finished reading out loud, you fastly and angrily crumpled the paper in your hands, tossing it over as far as you could. „Hey!” – you heard a boy’s voice somewhere from the Ravenclaw table.

„I will kill her.”

„Wait!” – Hermione said, gripping you arm as you tried to stand up. – „You didn’t even care about how she knew about it? I mean, she couldn’t be possibly there, could she?”

With furrowed eyebrows, you slowly sat back down, still fuming though.

„You – you really kissed him?” – Harry asked, Ron continued.

„What private place?”

You turned your heads at them, throwing knives with your eyes. „None of your business.”

Ron was confused and surprised, but you couldn’t read anything from Harry’s face; it was almost completely blank. Before you could’ve think too much, Cedric appeared at your table.

„Here to visit your evil seducer?” – you asked, standing up to give him a kiss.

He shook his head, thinking about Ritka Skeeter’s writing. „Actually, I want to speak with Harry. In private.”

„Okay?” – Harry said with a puzzled face as all of you were in a little shock. As you finished your breakfast anyway, you left the Great Hall with Hermione and Ron, leaving the two boys alone.

Trying to not to think about what they may discuss, you turned to Hermione as you were sitting on a couch in the common room. „Are you excited about the Yule Ball?”

Hermione smiled, shaking her head as she opened a book. „Not really. To be honest, I don’t think anybody will ask me.”

„Don’t say that!” – you said almost angrily. – „If I were a boy, I’ve already asked you. Or you know what, maybe I’ll do it anyway.”

She laughed. „I’m sure Cedric will ask you soon.”

Before you could respond, Fred and George appeared from nowhere.

„I hoped it’s just a gossip.” – George said, sitting down next to you, while Fred leaned above you behind the couch.

„Maybe you should choose somebody from our team.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes. „Not everything is about Quidditch, you know.”

„Be glad Wood is not here anymore to hear that.”

„All we saying is,” – Fred continued, sitting down next to you too – „you could find someone better easily enough. What about our seeker?”

„Since you’re with Mr. Diggory you haven’t spent time with us at all, you know.” – after George’s words, you looked at Hermione who clearly avoided your gaze, burying her face into her book.

„Look…” – you started, standing up so you could face the twins at the same time. – „I appreciate your… worry, but I can decie who is good enough for me, thank you.” – you concluded, turning around and heading to the other way when you saw Harry came back.

After a moment hesitation, you quickly went to him, stopping far away enough from the others so they couldn’t hear you. „So, uh, what did he want?”

For a split second, you were sure his answer will be something like „It’s none of your business.”, but then he started in a low voice. „He told me about last night. That you were crying because of me.”

You growled, tilting your head back. „I told him there’s no need to speak with you.”

„No, he was right.” – he started, taking a step forward to you. – „I didn’t want to hurt you and made you cry. I’m sorry.”

„I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have ingoring you. Especially now.”

He nodded with a weak smile, but you pulled him into a tight hug. „Oh, come here, you dolt.”

If you thought even for a second earlier that you moved on, or you’re not in love with him, his hug reminded you that you’re as far away from that as it possible.

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Damien Nettles has been missing for almost 20 years, since the night of November 2nd, 1996, when he vanished after a night out in town in the Isle of Wight. Most of the last sightings of him report strange behavior, that could have to do with his ultimate fate.

Damien was 16 years old at the time, and that night he’d got permission from his mom to extend curfew until midnight to go to a house party in East Cowes. He arrived there after 7 pm with his best friend Chris Boon, but they left about two hours later. They traveled to West Cowes, where they went from pub to pub in a busy local street. Damien was seen and heard by several people asking about his sister Sarah in every pub, but Sarah was not in the Isle at that time and Damien knew that.

At around 22:30, Damien and Chris parted ways. Chris went straight home, but Damien went back to the street with the pubs, where he was seen by several witness looking “intoxicated” and “spaced out”. One in particular saw it at midnight “looking miserable and drugged” and eating chips, and claims the teenager approached him and said “they are watching us”. Soon after he was caught walking by a surveillance camera, walking down an empty street, and that was the last time anyone saw him.

The Nettles family struggled to get police to properly investigate the disappearance of Damien. Their working theory has always been that he fell in the sea and drowned, but according to the local harbour master, if that had happened, the ties would have brought his body back to land.

Years later, an informant told police that a drug dealer called Nicky McNamara had killed Damien during an argument over marihuana. This connected to statements from his ex girlfriend that he’d been hanging out with the wrong crowd lately, and also with a comment his brother made that he believed Damien left the party originally to buy some cannabis. However, this informant gave unreliable and changing information about the place where he had been allegedly buried, which made authorities dismiss his claims.

The BBC did a TV show about this case called The Boy who Disappeared. You can see the first episode here, and if you live in the UK, you can see them all here.

Coffee on me - chapter two

A Kwon Jiyong/ G-Dragon Fanfiction

Description: She moved to Seoul in search of stardom, but after one year all she has is a douche for a boyfriend, and a job at a cafe that pays minimum wage. after a particularly bad day she starts to wonderif she should pack her bags and head home, but when kwon jiyong strolls into her cafe she begins to wonder if things might start going her way… that is until she spills his coffee on him.

word count: 2.8k

warnings: mentions of alcohol abuse, fluffy fluffy Jiyong

A/N: sorry it took literally forever for chapter two but here it is! and boy does this plot get thicc!

Another week came, and with each ring of the service bell I forgot more and more about the cute customer with a gummy smile. Focusing on making aesthetic latte designs while juggling angry customers makes it almost impossible to dream about a certain sunshine haired boy.

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One Year | A Gaston Story (Chapter Ten)

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One Year | A Gaston Story

Gaston (Luke Evans) X OC

Summary: Gaston made all the wrong choices in life, and when a dramatic fall from the Beast’s castle leaves him wounded and near-death, he thinks it’s the end of his time. Suddenly, an old beggar woman appears at his side and heals him back to his normal self but gives him one year, and only one year, to find true love before his time on earth and the town’s memories of him come to an end.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten

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Gaston and Anne fell speechless when a crowd of enraged villagers accumulated in the doorway. Their hunched forms exuded animosity as their whispers escalated in volume to shouts of confusion and wrath. Quickly, Gaston and Anne released their grips from one another.

Anne couldn’t face Gaston, she couldn’t even look at him, for she feared his reaction. She remembered his encounter with the townspeople her first morning in Villeneuve followed by a similar confrontation with Tom and Dick in addition to his explosive rage when he found her in his room. Needless to say, the young woman was aware of Gaston’s temper. Although he was beginning to change in many aspects, his anger and resentment towards Villeneuve only enlarged with passing days.

One person, in particular, stepped forward from the doorway as he promptly adjusted his black vest and rolled up his cream-colored sleeves. Anne instantly recognized him from her stroll around town with LeFou; He was a man by the name of Monsieur Jean. She was surprised, he appeared to be very reserved and often forgetful, but a fire sparked threateningly in his eyes as he stormed towards them, solely focused on Gaston.

You! What on earth gives you the right to be here?! On this occasion?!” There wasn’t a hint of suffering in the way he spoke that was puzzling to Gaston. For the most part, the villagers were angry, but this man’s resentment was quite personal.

It was at this time Anne turned to Gaston but, to her surprise, there was no fire burning in his eyes or knuckles that turned pale with pressure. He was sympathetic…confused, but there was a softness that lingered in his features.

“I don’t mean any harm,” he insisted. “I’ll be going now.”

“You don’t mean any harm?” It was now Tom who sauntered from the doorway to Monsieur Jean’s side as he crossed his arms with repugnance. From a distance, Dick glanced from side to side with a bewildered look; He had no clue of his friend’s intention.

Sure,” Tom continued. He must have consumed at least five more drinks during his brief duration inside the castle. “Isn’t that what Gaston is known for? The harmless war hero, the harmless hunter…the harmless monster.”

“I’m warning you,” Gaston, his patience wearing thin, raised a pointed finger in Tom’s direction.

As Anne’s gaze settled on Monsieur Jean, he was already staring in her direction. His eyes, narrowed with concern, were slightly covered by wild strands of curly silver hair. Awkwardly, the man shifted in his stance as if he regretted confronting Gaston.

“Mr. Potts,” a woman called from the stairs, causing Monsieur Jean to turn towards her. She was a beautiful woman who spoke gently with warmhearted intentions. Eyes wide as they traveled to Gaston, she cautiously stepped forward until her husband’s voice stopped her.

“It’s alright, dear, we have it under control here.”

As the interested villagers moved from the doorway into the courtyard, Anne noticed her newest acquaintance, Lumiere, had joined the perturbed woman at her side. Neither of them seemed particularly offended by Gaston’s presence and Anne began to question why those in the castle possessed such a different opinion of him compared to the villagers. Her eyes locked with LeFou’s momentarily as he, fearing for what may ensue, summoned her to join him and Stanley by the castle steps. Subtly, the young woman shook her head to decline his request, and so LeFou inched closer to them.

“Please, just be on your way then,” Monsieur Jean urged Gaston, who stared at the man with uncertainty. Normally, Gaston would receive irrational statements and insults from the villagers, but it was as if Monsieur Jean pitied the hunter.

“Don’t you see what he’s doing?” Tom exaggerated. “Gaston wanted to make a fool out of us all! Wasn’t it just months ago when you stormed this castle to kill the Prince?!”

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Shape of You (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Shape of You (Based on Ed Sheeran’s new song)

Warnings: mentions of smut

The club isn’t the best place to find a lover
So the bar is where I go

Newt walked into the loud dark building. He wasn’t one to indulge in alcohol, but he had just sold a million copies of his new book and wanted to celebrate.

Me and my friends at the table doing shots

He raised the glass, cheered with Jacob, Queenie and Tina and downed the liquid, feeling the burning sensation in his throat. His vision went blurry, before refocusing. A couple rounds of shots later, he had lost almost all judgement and the line between right and wrong went blurry.

Come over and start up a conversation with just me

Y/N made her way through the roaring crowd and took a seat.

“Straight up Firewhiskey please.” She told the bartender.

Picking up the shot glasses, Y/N poured the drink down her mouth, a sense of recklessness taking over. She turned around to her left, spotting a very handsome man.

And trust me I’ll give it a chance now

Newt looked around, and his eyes fell on the girl beside him. Whether it was the alcohol or not, one thing was for sure: he found her stunning. She wasn’t covered in piles of makeup or fake anything, but she was beautiful in a very simple minimalistic way. A way that was addicting. He found himself staring at her for minutes.

“Um, can I help you?” Y/N finally realized the boy had been looking at her for the past 10 minutes.

“I just thought you were beautiful.” Newt said.

She smiled, making Newt’s stomach flip.

“Thank you. I’m Y/N.”


Take my hand, stop put van the man on the jukebox
And then we start to dance 

Y/N took Newt’s hand as he led her towards the middle of the dance floor. They moved to the beat of the music, losing interest in the rest of the world. They had eyes for only each other, the people and atmosphere around them forgotten. Newt became addicted to her, his eyes not being able to leave her even if he wanted to, which he certainly didn’t.

Girl, you know I want your love

His eyes travelled from her face, to her chest, to her hips, to her legs. Lust filled his brain, his hands starting to move up and down her sides as they continued to dance.

Say, boy, let’s not talk too much
Grab on my waist and put that body on me

Y/N grabbed Newt’s collar and pulled him towards her, sealing their lips together in a heated kiss. Newt wasn’t one to have many one night stands and hook up just for fun, but with Y/N he just couldn’t resist, he’d get to know her later.

Come on now, follow my lead
Come, come on now, follow my lead

He took her hand and steered her out of the bar. Walking down the streets, they arrived at the hotel Newt was staying at. Y/N placed her hands on his face and kissed him once again. Not being able to lose contact with her, Newt backed up all the way to the door of his room. Only then, he pulled away, unlocking the door as fast as he can before his lips found their way back too hers.

Clothes fell in a heap on the ground, Newt’s eyes darting up and down her bare body. Once again, he got intoxicated and couldn’t look away.

I’m in love with the shape of you

And now his hands wanted to get into the same intoxication his eyes were in, touching everywhere he could. His lips followed, getting lost in the sensation.

We push and pull like a magnet do

Y/N pulled him closer to her, breaking the gap between their two bodies. They got closer, always wanting more.

Although my heart is falling too

Newt felt his heart flutter as he pressed his lips against Y/N’s neck. His heart gave another jolt when he felt her hands travel through his hair. This wasn’t a one-night stand to him. It was going to be more.


Morning came, just like the night rolled by. Newt wrapped himself tighter in the sheets, taking a deep breath in.

And last night you were in my room
And now my bed sheets smell like you

The scent filling his nostrils, he exhaled, his muscled relaxing. Turning around, he spotted an empty spot in the bed. There lying where Y/N should have been, was a note.

Sorry I had to leave, got work early in the morning. Y/N

And under the magical word Y/N was a series of numbers, Y/N’s phone number.


One week in we let the story begin
We’re going out on our first date

Y/N grinned as she saw Newt in her driveway. Locking the front door of her apartment, she skipped down the steps to join her date.

So go all you can eat fill up your bag and I fill up a plate
We talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour

Y/N opened her mouth to start talking about something else, as Newt continued to watch her, in awe. He was genuinely interested in what she had to say and she had his full attention.

They talked and talked for hours, they talked for so long that they only stopped when the restaurant owner came to tell them the building was closing.

Leave and get in a taxi, then kiss in the backseat

Taking a seat beside Newt in the newly invented automobile, Y/N couldn’t resist holding his hand and before she knew it, Newt’s lips were once again on hers. Their mouths danced together, setting their lips on fire.

“Um, guys we’re there.” The driver awkwardly interrupted.

Y/N pulled away from Newt, seeing her house outside the car window. They both got out and Newt walked her up to the front door.

“Well, I had a great time.” Y/N beamed up at him.

Come on, be my baby, come on
Come on, be my baby, come on

Newt took a deep breath in and voiced the question that’s been nagging at him ever since he met her.

“Hey um Y/N, would you like to be my girlfriend?”

A/N: WOW that was very different from what i usually write. PLEASE lemme know what u thought of this new spicier post! btw guys still i dont do smut

Trust Me.

Derek Hale X Reader

Word Count: 375

Requested: @justdreamstars

Request: Hiiii! Can I request an imagine/one shot with Stiles? Where you are Derek’s little sister and in a relationship with Stiles, that Derek doesn’t like. When he finds you two kissing he attacks Stiles but you stand up for him and hurt Derek by accusing him of not remembering what first love is like? And then Stiles comforts you because you feel sad for hurting your brother? Please❤

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(H/D) - Hot Drink

You sat in the loft flipping through your book, you were bored out of your mind, your brother was off fighting some supernatural war that you weren’t allowed to be a part of and so was your boyfriend, Stiles. Your brother Derek was not pleased and your twin Cora was tolerating it, Derek straight up told you he hated it but he never stopped it.

You heard someone walk in and you looked up to find Stiles who smiled walking over he leant down and gave you a quick kiss and there was a growl from your brother before he shot forward to attack Stiles but you jumped in front of him stopping your brother and growling yourself. “(Y/N) move out of the way!” Derek ordered.
“Like hell.” You glared as the others walked in.
“(Y/N)!” Derek warned his eyes glowing red.
“What is wrong with you!? Do you not remember your first love!?” You glared and he stopped even seeing his face didn’t make you register what you said instead, Stiles guided you out of the crowded room and down to jeep. You sat there in silence for a while before a tear fell and Stiles pulled you into a hug. “What did I just do?”
“You kept me safe,” Stiles answered. “Probably saved my life.”
“He probably hates me…” You cried hands grabbing and holding your shirt tightly.
“He doesn’t hate you,” Stiles assured.
“How do you know that?” You asked.
“He doesn’t try to punch you.” Stiles started. “Doesn’t give you that Hale glare you all seem to be able to do so well.” You smiled a little. “You can stay at mine if you want.” You gave a small nod and he started the engine.

The next morning you woke up to find that Stiles was gone but the (H/D) across the room caught your attention you got up and walked over to Stiles desk where it was set down and then picked up the note.

I could never hate you, I don’t blame you
Come home when you’re ready.

You smiled at the note and put on some clothes that you’d left there and walked out the door going to see your brother.

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Hold Me - Draco Malfoy x Reader

I rushed through the crowds of people with my books clutched tightly in my chest, tears threatening to spill from my eyes. I kept my head down, avoiding glances that might be shot in my direction. Everything was going wrong today. And none of my usual pick-me-ups were helping.

Finally coming to the entrance of the (Y/H) common room, relieved to finally be alone, I collapse onto the couch. I stare at roof above me as tears fell down my cheeks and tried to swim through the mess of thoughts running through my head.

So lost in my own thoughts, I didn’t hear the gentle voice laced with concern calling my name. A voice I recognised instantly.
“Y/N? Baby?”

I shifted my gaze down, focusing on the tall figure that stood beside me. His pale blonde hair contrasted against the dark school sweater. His brows were drawn together in concern and he moved slowly towards me, placing his fingers gently on my leg when he got close enough.
“Hey Draco.”
I let my eyes drift back to the ceiling and he drew his hand up, grabbing mine and enclosing it between the both of his. They were soft, delicate, gentle.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He kneeled down beside me on the couch. And that’s all it took. That one question and I was a mess. Sobbing, clutching Draco’s hand, tears continually flowing from my eyes. A shaking, blithering mess. He drew me closer, stroking my hair.

“Shh baby it’s okay,” He spoke softly to me, before removing his hand from mine. He slid his arm beneath my knees and the other under my arm, along my back. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and carried me to my dorm, the route to which he knew better than the back of his hand. Kicking open the door and shuffling in, he sat himself on my bed, not letting me go. Draco held me in his arms, close to his chest and kissed the top of my head.

I kept my head resting on his shoulder, just touching the delicate skin on his neck with my shoulder as I cried. He ran his hand up and down my arm softly, comforting me.
“I’ve got you, it’s going to be okay.”

Slowly, I began to calm, snuggling closer to him, wrapping my arms around his torso, squeezing him, just to convince myself that he’s real.
“What can I do to help?” I looked up at him and smiled slightly.
“Just hold me,” I almost whispered it to him.
“I’ll hold you forever if you want me too,” dipping his head down slightly he kissed my forehead, “I love you more than you’ll ever know, baby. And I’ll do anything for you.”

I buried my face into the crook of his neck, and once again, squeezed him.

Take Care || Pt. 2

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Description : Namjoon fulfills his promise of taking you out and it’s getting harder for Tae to hide his… 

  • Reader X Taehyung X Namjoon
  • a/n : It’s like really late/early to update but i know y’all aint gone to bed, here it is!! reblog and and like if you enjoy :)
  • Word count : 3.2k

“You’re gonna leave me here why?” You rinsed the last two dishes in the sink left behind from lunch with Tae. It was his idea to have a gourmet serving of pizza rolls and fries.

“Your dad wants to have some sort of emergency meeting with all the security staff,”

“Why?” You flashed the water from your hands and turned to face him with a look of confusion decorating your face.

“There was…an incident, nothing to worry about,” The way he fiddled with his fingers and looked down made you know that there was way more to the story.

“Tae, come on, we’ve gotten closer than we thought in the past two weeks, you can at least tell me what’s going on,” You stepped towards him and lifted his head with your damp hands.

He held you by the wrists and brought your hands down gently. “It’s nothing to worry about; will you be okay alone here though?”

You frowned at the way he ignored your gesture, “Yeah, whatever,”

As if that was all he wanted to know, he grabbed a set of keys from the kitchen counter, gave you a half hug and disappeared through the door.

There was nothing to do at home after Tae left. Over the course of two weeks you both had only been out to a mall, the supermarket, a salon and back and forth to Incheon to visit your dad. Whenever you weren’t both on the road, you were inside busy with online classes and he was making calls and filing shit he’d never let you see. You definitely weren’t bored; there was nothing to complain about. You actually liked it there. Having him around kept you calm, sexually frustrated at times, but still calm.

You picked up your laptop from the dining table with the intention to go in your room but all your actions were interrupted with the ringing of the doorbell.

You place the laptop back down and went to answer it thinking it was just Tae that probably left something.

“Forgot me? –

“Hi,” Namjoon greeted you with his usual contagious smile.

“Oh, hey, um Tae isn’t here,”

“I know, I came to you…well, I came for you,”

“You what?”

“I’ll wait out here while you change, unless you want to go out in those shorts but then I definitely couldn’t promise I’d behave myself,” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but scoff in return.

“I’ll change,”

You returned to the door a few minutes later in the same button up top but with ripped jeans instead of shorts this time.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll see honey,” You playfully rolled your eyes pulling the door shut behind you and walked with Namjoon to the downstairs parking lot and to his car. He and Tae had identical vehicles; probably provided by the ‘company’.

Namjoon cruised along the streets, just at the right pace for you to take in the sites of the city. It was beautiful there, people crowded the streets buying a variety of different things from stands along the roads.

He pulled up in front of a building and got out quickly to come around and open the door for you, “Wow, he practices chivalry,” You joked while curtsying but he didn’t return the gesture with a bow. Tae would have.

Your mind ran on him while you followed Namjoon down the long stretch of pavement in front of the building and nearer to a field which wasn’t really crowded but crowded.

“Welcome to the Han river,” Namjoon outstretched his hands and you took in your surroundings vigilantly.

It was absolutely gorgeous. There were small ducks waddling along the bank, not getting too far in, people sitting in groups on blankets taking pictures or writing in books, parents playing with children and people playing with dogs. It was similar to scenes you had seen in America, but this was authentic happiness, you saw it on everyone’s faces and Namjoon sure saw it on yours.

“I know right?” He smiled at you when you realized you were caught staring at the scene completely mesmerized by all that was happening around you.

“It’s beautiful,” You stuttered out and sighed loudly looking at the river again.

“You are too,” He smirked at you and you looked down quickly to hide your blush, “Want to try something new?”

“Sure,” You smiled up at him and he took your hands in his and guided you to a food stall nearby.

The woman there moved faster than any worker you’d ever seen. She was placing these long dumpling looking treats on kebab sticks and placing them in a basket while serving and collecting money from customers.

“Oh this! This is nice,” Namjoon pulled out a note and gave it to the lady before grabbing two of the treats and handing one to you.

“Thank you…how do you um, eat it?” You felt dumb after asking him that but you genuinely didn’t know.

He laughed at you loudly after taking a bite of his, “Like this,” He lifted his stick and brought it up to his mouth to take another bite.

You took a whiff of the snack before deciding it smelt edible and took a large bite of it not expecting it to taste so soft and satisfying. You hummed in delight after the first bite and ate the rest of it all off before you and Namjoon made it back to the river.

Namjoon saw you playing with the stick left behind from the snack and laughed at how hungry you still looked, “Want another?”

“Yes please,” You answered with a broad smile secretly hoping he would’ve asked you sooner.

“Wait here,” He disappeared into a small crowd heading towards the stand you both had come from not too long ago and you became a little scared when you lost sight of him. Tae would have never left you.

You wondered what Taehyung was doing, if your dad was being too harsh with the staff again, too harsh with Tae. He was sensitive, you’d learnt that over the time spent with him and you weren’t sure he could handle your father and his choice of words. You were honestly enjoying the time with Namjoon, but you yearned for home with every minute that ticked by. You couldn’t wait to get home in front of your television and lay across the sofa with your head perched up on Taehyung’s lap again while you both indulged in an ice cream bar and a k-drama while he gave you every hairstyle he could think of.

You felt a pair of eyes almost piercing through your soul from behind making you suddenly uncomfortable and interrupting your thoughts. You spun around and your eyes made four with a short, middle aged, obviously Korean man dressed in a navy blue and white suit. He seemed startled when you first made eye contact but flipped his phone out, took another deep look at you then walked away.

“Everything alright?” Namjoon’s voice snapped you out of your Trans, “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, uh, nothing I was just…wondering what was taking you so long,” You lied. You decided to just tell Tae about it when you went home instead of spoiling the day with your paranoia.

“Oh good,” He handed you two more of the treats you fell in love with earlier and you took them happily.

You felt gluttonous but you couldn’t care less because when you looked around, there wasn’t one person out there that had less than two in their hands. The crowd began to get bigger and people started setting up their things closer to the river.

“What’s going on?” You turned to Namjoon who was already staring at you.

“You’ll see honey” He repeated his line from earlier at the penthouse.

“Why am I excited and not scared whenever you tell me that?”

A smile crept onto his face after hearing you say that, “You tell me,”

Namjoon shuffled closer beside you and slowly let his fingers lace through yours. At the time you didn’t know why you’d let him, but it would’ve been too embarrassing for him if you pulled away, besides, you weren’t doing anything wrong.

You looked down at your watch to see that it was already almost 5pm. Out of nowhere, red, blue, purple and every color you knew burst in the sky in a mixture of different patterns. Just when you thought the park or river or whatever Eden this was that Namjoon had taken you to couldn’t have gotten any better, the sky literally lit up. The colors of the fireworks were in heated competition with the orange and pink the sunset had brought with it.

Namjoon walked around to stand in front of you and took your other hand in his free one. You looked up at him and wondered why he was doing what he was doing but you went along with it seeing that it seemed harmless.

“You’re blocking my view Kim Namjoon,” You sassed but smiled to soften the blow.

Namjoon chuckled and let out a soft sigh, “Yeah, I know,”

Before you could ask another question or even utter another word, Namjoon’s lips crashed into yours. His eyes closed involuntarily but yours were wide open with surprise.

You gently pushed him off of you, “Whoa whoa, what was that for?” You kept your hands on his chest a foot away from you so he didn’t try it again.

He looked genuinely…sad, “Nothing, I thought you know?”

“No I don’t know,” You removed your hands and sunk them in your pockets, “I uh – I actually don’t feel so good, can you take me back home?”

“No problem,” Namjoon signaled with his hand for you to go forward and you wasted no time in heading back to the building you parked in front of.

You weren’t lying when you said you didn’t feel good, your stomach felt like a volcano that would erupt if someone gave it the slightest touch. You hadn’t felt this nauseous in years. There were a number of things that could’ve contributed to the weird feeling, Namjoon and his unexpected gesture, worrying about the time you were coming home, the cold air against only certain sections of your skin through the rips in your jeans and a little anxiety mixed with adrenaline from the thought of going home to see Taehyung.

You were well on your way back to the penthouse in a matter of minutes. The drive was silent, except for when Namjoon broke the silence once to ask if you still felt weird and you didn’t know if he was talking about the kiss or actually talking about your stomach ache so you just said no.

You opened the front door to a pacing Taehyung with his hands basically tearing through his hair. You closed it loudly so he would know you came through and it sure did stop him in his tracks and had him rushing towards you and grabbing your face in his large hands.

“Y/n!!! Where the fu – where the hell have you been!!!”

“I was out with Namjoon,” You struggled to get a proper sentence out because of the way he had your cheeks squished together.

“What? How? Where’d he take you?” He removed his hands from your face and squeezed your shoulders instead.

“Tae relax, he came by shortly after you left and we drove to Han River,” you spoke in your calmest voice hoping the tranquility in your tone would somehow transfer to him.

“What did you do at Han River?” Tae furrowed his brows and fully removed his hands from you to fold them across his chest; you were actually getting a little scared of his change in tone.

“Nothing we just walked and ate from this food stand and watched fireworks,”

“Do you have any idea how it looks knowing I’m in charge of making sure your safe and I don’t know where you are?”

“So I’ll just tell you before I go next time,”

“Next time,” Tae let out a genuine laugh and lifted his hand to rub your cheek smiling, “There won’t be a next time love,”

“He kissed me,” You blurted it out before you could stop yourself, not telling Tae felt like you were lying to him somehow but you instantly regret it as soon as you said it.

Taehyung’s face fell as low as it could go and his hand followed, “He what?” The deepness of his cold tone sent shivers down your spine and not the kind it normally did.

Tae knew the way he spoke scared you and he felt guilty for making you go stiff so sudden but his anger didn’t allow him to feel soft. He didn’t even have the strength to fold back his hands; all he wanted to do with them was strangle Namjoon until he saw stars. He needed to calm down if he wanted to have a decent conversation with you for the rest of the night so walking away from you seemed like the best option.

“Where are you going?” You held on to his forearm but dropped it when you saw how scornful he looked at where your hand made contact with him.

“Don’t do that, don’t touch me,”

“Tae why?” Your voice cracked and it took everything in him not to turn around and apologize.

“Go touch Namjoon,” Tae walked out of sight and you stood there in shock at what he just said to you. You had no idea he was even capable of getting upset.

Just then your stomach flipped over, it wasn’t just nausea, this was painful. You kicked off your shoes but the moment your bare feet came in contact with the cold floors it only made your stomach feel worse. You crunched and let out a cry of pain. Your shirt was buttoned up to your neck and practically strangling you but you didn’t have the strength to undo it.

You ran as fast as you could to the main bathroom when you felt everything from your day out coming back up and you fell on the floor in front of the toilet. You quickly pried it open lifting the second seat with it and as soon as you positioned your mouth over the open bowl, everything came up accompanied by the inevitable cringy sounds.

You were loud with your upchuck but you couldn’t help it. Tears welled up in your eyes out of pain and maybe even the fact that Tae had said that to you and you couldn’t understand why you actually thought about him with every moment you got to think, especially one as gruesome as this.

As if God himself tapped Tae on the shoulder, he came running into the bathroom and crouching behind you to hold back your hair when another puddle of disgust threatened to come up.

“Ah, y/n I was trying to be mad at you,” Tae held the lid for you so you could free your hands.

You coughed over the bowl and struggled with the button at the top of your shirt that was now choking you, “I can’t –I can’t b-breathe right,”

Tae pulled you backwards into his hold and quickly loosened the button and you let out a well needed exhale.

“What did you eat?”

“Some snack on a stick from some food stand,” You were still struggling to breathe easily.

“Ugh stupid Namjoon doesn’t he know you’re not used to Korean food yet,” He spoke mostly to himself, “Does it feel like you’re done?” He asked while gently brushing your hair to calm you down and you nodded yes.

“I’m sorry; I pushed him away I swear –

“Shh, no its fine please don’t worry about that,” Taehyung’s voice was laced with guilt and sympathy and everything that was apologetic, “Shit, it’s all over your shirt,”

He helped you sit up and you watched him undo the buttons of your shirt one by one and slowly remove it.

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” He stared at your chest and it actually concerned you the way his eyes were bulging.

You looked down at your chest to see if there was some bug or even vomit on it but then you saw the bra you picked out to wear this morning and you realized he was actually just staring at the way the lace clung to your skin hiding only your nipples and leaving nothing to his imagination.

“What’s wrong?” You smiled at him knowing the answer to your question already.

“Um - you - you need to uh, you should clean up,” He finally built up the strength to look back at your face and lift you off of the floor.

You walked over to the sink and washed out your mouth thoroughly with the water. The sink was low and bending over in front of Taehyung wasn’t doing him any good. You lifted your head to dry your hands and face and smirked at Tae when you saw him looking at you in the mirror. He looked away and flushed the toilet as if that’s what he’d been doing the whole time.

“I’ll get you a shirt to –

“Wait,” you unbuttoned your pants and danced out of them before handing them to Taehyung, “Can you put these in the laundry with it please?”

Tae couldn’t even lift his hands to take the jeans from you, he couldn’t do anything but stand there gawking at your half naked body standing so curvy and perfect for him. He walked over to you and stopped inches away from your face, “How do you do this to me?”

You smiled at him and bit down on your bottom lip knowing it would fuck him up, but you liked this game, “Do me a favor,”

“What’s that?” He almost sounded excited for your request.

“Put these in the laundry too please,” You unpinned your bra in a split second and removed it from your shoulders and handed it to him.

“Oh God,” He squeezed his eyes shut to avoid looking down at your now bare chest.

“Why’d you close your eyes?” You whispered to him.

“If I open them, I just might lose my job,”

You chuckled before silently moving from in front of him and out of the room leaving him standing there with his eyes still squeezed shut.

“You can open your eyes now,” You continued walking towards your room, completely out of his sight, “And I feel better, looks like I just had to get it out of my system,”

Tae stood in the bathroom dumbstruck. You hadn’t done much, in fact, you hadn’t done anything at all but still he found himself shivering, wishing he’d opened his eyes or held you or something. He looked down to take up your pants and bra but realized you had brought it out of the room with you.

His phone buzzed for the millionth time that day and he let out a low grunt of frustration when he pulled it out only to see ‘Boss’ light up across the screen, “Dom,”

“Taehyung! How’s my little girl doing?” He sounded fake happy like he was just asking so he wouldn’t sound like a dick by straight up asking a favor.

“She’s good I just –

“Great, I’m gonna need you to come in, now, and bring y/n,”

Alice Angel in the satanist theory

Recently, I posted a theory about the game “Bendy And The Ink Machine” where I speculized that Joey Drew created Bendy because he worshiped the devil. You can read RIGHT HERE

But you may ask: What about Alice Angel? How would she fit in to the Bendy=Beelzebub theory?

Well… I have a couple of ideas, actually.

For example: When we think about devil worshipers, rituals where virgins are sacrificed to please the dark lord are usually included. So that’s where Alice, an angel, a pure maiden, could fit in. Also, Susie Campell, a young woman, could take the role as the innocent woman lured into Drew’s trap with the promise of being the voice-actor of the next big cartoon character.

OR Alice could be a FALLEN angel. She could be a once good angel who fell into the wrong crowd of dancing demons and clarinet playing wolfs, resulting in er becoming a good-girl-turned-bad sort of angel. She does have horns after all.

OR she could be the villain of the show… which I find unlikely, since she doesn’t look the part and Susie said that she believed that she and Alice were “going places” so Alice was most likely a secondary character.

OR she could be a character created when the animation studio was accused of poisoning the children’s mind with demons and wolfs, so Drew created her to tone down the criticism.

Or not. What do I know? :P

Time will tell, I suppose.

The only sad part of finding the straight path is when you lose it. There are many ways to fall, but no fall is more tragic than a fall in one’s deen. Sometimes it’s a sister who decided to take off her hijab and live a different type of life, other times it’s a brother who was once active in the community, but got caught up with the wrong crowd. But, with each story, somehow, somewhere along the line, our brothers and sisters fell so far. Sadly, these stories are not uncommon. Sometimes we can’t really help but look at them and wonder: How? Why? We wonder how someone who was so straight could have gotten so far off the path. In wondering this, we often don’t realize that the answer may be simpler than we think. People fall into all types of sin, but there is one sin all these people have in common. There is one common denominator for every individual who lives a life full of sin. Whether that person was once on the straight path and fell, or whether that person was never on that path at all, one thing is for sure. That person had to first abandon, minimize, put aside, or ignore their salah before they were able to fall. May Allāh keep us on the right path, Allāhuma amīn ajmaīn.

thedreamermusing  asked:

You said you headcanoned Snape as loving sweet things. I would love to read a drabble where Harriet sees Snape adding like a bucket of sugar in his tea, or his eyes shining when he sees chocolate and squeeing on the inside because it's so goddamn cute.

once again, this is not exactly what you asked for… turns out, as life consistently proves to me, i am terrible at sticking to plans!

more experimental sketching, with some parts taken from HBP, chapter “silver and opals.”

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Pairing: Shizuo/Izaya
Theme: modern!au: confession

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Izaya adjusted the black rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. “Oh?”

“I’m falling in love with you,” Shizuo said quietly, voice dry and skin prickling with warmth. “I… fucked up.”

“…That’s not nice to say.”

“It feels like I can’t breathe without you,” he said after swallowing thickly, averting his eyes. “…I can’t live without you. I don’t…”

He hesitated and brought a hand up to push his unruly bangs away from his eyes, teeth worrying his bottom lip for a minute. Izaya said nothing; he just watched him and tilted his head.

“You’re everything to me,” Shizuo said finally and looked up. “You’re a piece of shit. You’re rude, you’re childish, you’re selfish, you can be immature. But you’re loyal. And… even though there are things that we can never agree on… being with you makes me a better person. It makes me think about things from viewpoints I never would’ve considered. It makes me… braver. You make me brave.”

He looked up again, smiled.

“…Yeah. You make me brave. Ever since I was a kid, I just wanted to protect the people I cared about. But… I got angry so easily. And I got violent so quickly. I fell in with the wrong crowd and when we met in high school… that was probably my low point. I was skipping class despite knowing how it hurt my parents and Kasuka to see me like that. But you never gave up on me. You… kept bringing me lunches. And bandaged me up when I didn’t want to go to Shinra’s. You sat with me and helped me with the lessons I missed. …I graduated because of you. I went to college because of you. …You saved my life, Izaya.”

“You taught me how to be more patient… that being kind isn’t a weakness. You taught me that sometimes overcoming a fear can be worth it. You were the one person… who never gave up. Even when I yelled… and did stupid shit. You were always calm and, fuck, I don’t know how you did it… you’ve got to be some kind of superhero except you’re not. You’d be the antagonist. Yeah. Antagonist.”

“…But I’m in love with you.”

He relaxed and closed his eyes, leaned forward until his forehead bumped to Izaya’s.

“More than anything, I’m in love with you.”

It was quiet for a few moments. Izaya’s eyes were half lidded, smiling slightly as he looked at Shizuo. He could feel the warmth radiating from him and just sighed, patting Shizuo’s hand that held one of his own. “Shizu-chan, yes, I know all that. This is why we’re married. Go back to sleep, you’re still running a fever.”

He helped him lie back down, pulled the blankets up to his shoulders. Izaya leaned back so the curve of his spine met the headboard again as he continued reading. He felt the weight of Shizuo’s arm drape across his hips and smiled, decided he only needed one hand to hold his book and ran the fingers of his other one through Shizuo’s hair.

“You’re so cheesy, Shizu-chan…”

damelola  asked:

16 for Supercat please!

There you go ;) Also on AO3

16. Things you said with no space between us

Kara woke from her trance as the cab pulled into the parking lot, startled by the loud crunching sound of tires on gravel. She glanced outside the car window, where an elegant sixties-style building was coming into view. The car approached, grinding to a slow, staggering halt in front of the nearby entrance.

The venue was all glass panes and soft curves, alternated with blinding white concrete, austere but majestic. Her eyes darted to the round balconies on the first and second floor - balconies being one of those architectural features that instantly drew her attention. She wondered whether she’d have a chance to step onto one tonight, rest her elbows on the railing, smell the wind.

Two security guards stood on either side of the entrance, wearing identical grey suits. The one closest to her extended a hand, a small courteous smile, and collected the invitation from her hand. CatCo Worldwide Media Winter Gala, it read in golden calligraphy, Kara Danvers, Reporter.

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