and this part is just really precious when he approaches her to say hi and gets so nervous

KAI PARKER X READER


Broken

Desc: Can you do a Kai imagine where he meets a girl who has the same past as him (except the whole killing family thing was in self defense) & well shy and quiet she seems to be the only one who sees something in him & stands up for him & laughs at all his jokes & he doesn’t understand why he loves bringing her out of her shell & seeing her laugh at his dorky jokes & basically a imagine where they, two people who have been scorned by love, fall in love & learn to understand it ❤

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She ran into him by accident. It was around two in the morning, and the stars dotted the black canvas in the sky like sprinkles of golden fairy dust. It was cool out, the gentle breeze just enough to bring goosebumps to her skin, and it smelt of the fresh pine trees of the forest she was running through. Her hair was pulled atop her head in a loose and messy knot, oversized sweater hanging over her palms, her eyes hooded and lips chapped. The girl’s battered combat boots smacked against the leaf strewn ground, her breath heavy, leather bag dangling off her shoulder as she sprinted like her life depended on it. 

“Aghh!”

The girl slammed face first into something, her hands coming up to massage her face as she groaned out in pain. She inhaled a raspy breath, blinking around in bewilderment when she realized there was nobody and nothing there.

“Hello?” she uttered into the desolate forest.

“Hi.”

The voice was almost inaudible, so faint and nervous she almost missed it. It seemed to come from directly in front of her, and yet when she stared in the direction of the voice, all she saw was the dark outline of a faded oak. Suddenly, a boy melted from the shadows, literally seeping out in human form. He was tall and lanky, with ruffled brown hair and shining blue eyes that were filled with hurt. The moonlight cast shadows across his sculpted facial curves, full lips, and faint stubble. He’d been cloaking himself with an invisibility charm, smart.

“You have magic,” the girl stated in disbelief, tilting her head and looking the boy over with curiosity.

“And that doesn’t scare you?” his voice rumbled low.

She narrowed her eyes, “no.”

The girl raised a hand towards the boy, and a golden wisp of light erupted from her pale fingertips and engulfed the two in an orb of glimmering light so they could see only each other in the folds of the dark night. The boy stared at the girl in awe, his mouth hanging open a little. He looked her over, impressed.

“You too,” he breathed.

“Me too,” she responded, feeling suddenly shy when he looked her over with those startlingly blue eyes.

“And what are you doing running through the forest in the middle of the night?” he asked, brow arched.

“I could ask you the same,” she says, folding her arms over each other.

“No, really,” he asks sincerely.

“You wouldn’t get it,” she clenches her jaw, and he picks up on the little pulse and crinkle in her eyebrows.

“I might just,” he whispers, his eyes flickering back and forth between hers.

She twirls a long curl of hair around her fingertips, eyes planted to the brown soil, heart sinking. The memories pain her to think about, and when she does, the golden orb around them falters momentarily. 

“I’m running,” she admits with a heavy sigh.

“From?”

“My family,” she swallows hard at the lump in her throat, eyes coming back to the boy’s. He doesn’t seem phased at all, but he frowns when he sees her looking so fragile and hurt.

“Anyways,” she shakes her head, snapping out of her trance. “I can’t keep up too long or they’ll find me. So…goodbye, stranger.”

She moves to sidestep the boy, but he grabs at her wrist, shaking his head, “Kai.”

“Kai?” she breathes.

“My name,” his lips twitch faintly.

Her body relaxes, maybe she can stay another minute.

“Well, it’s actually Malachai,” he stumbles softly. “Malachai Parker.”

“That’s a beautiful name,” she says bashfully.

Kai scoffs, “yeah, right.”

“I mean it,” she smiles sympathetically, seeing the look of disgust he has for his own name.

Kai chews his rosy lower lip in disbelief, thinking she’s joking at first, but her facial expression holds still. A breeze swoops gently over them, and he catches a whiff of her sugary perfume, it’s intoxicating, and he wants to move closer to her but he doesn’t.

“Sorry,” he apologizes, letting go of the knit sweater he clung to.

She tells him her name, and asks what he could be doing at such an early hour.

“Running,” he mimics her.

He sees her facial expressions soften, lips bending downwards and eyes saddening. She’s so precious and delicate, nothing like himself.

“From your family?” she whispers, taking a step closer to him.

He couldn’t bear to drag such a fragile girl into his messy life, so he decided to scare her off now rather than later, since lying would only hurt her. And he didn’t want to see her more hurt than she clearly was already. Something about her…he couldn’t put his finger on it, but he only knew she didn’t deserve to be with a disaster like himself.

“No,” he said icily, stiffening his back. “I killed them all.”

The girl froze, heart hammering, instinctively taking a step back.

Good, she was scared. 

“Why?” her voice trembles.

“Because I’m the black sheep,” he laughs bitterly. “I was an outcast in my family my entire life, the broken one, the ‘faulty gemini’. My sister Jo was the perfect one, oh, everyone loved Jo. But not me. No, I was isolated from my own family,” he spits with anger. “I bet it was really nice to stand around and judge me, while they got everything out of life.”

“Why?” she asks again, sounding more curious than frightened now.

Kai cuts her off and draws closer to her, “you should go,” he growls.

“Tell me,” she demands, standing her ground despite every part of her body urging her to run.

She was clearly terrified, but was stubborn enough to try and hide it.

“What makes you think I won’t hurt you?” he says with dark eyes.

“Because I know what it feels like,” she snaps, her face inches from his malicious one.

That expression on his face melted off like ice, and he steps back, “what?”

“Show me,” she responds nervously.

“Show you?” he questions, unable to hold the facade.

He hated the feeling of control the girl seemed to hold over him. Why wasn’t she running yet? Everyone else would have…

“Show me your ability,” she demands quietly, rolling up her lavender sweater and shoving her wrists out to the boy.

“H-how did you know?”

“We’re not so different, you and I,” she says, “just…do it.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits with a shake of his head. Funny how quickly he switched from selfish and psychotic to caring and compassionate.

“Kai,” she begs.

He takes a rattled breath, his hands clammy as he approaches the defiant girl. He can feel energy radiating from her bloodstream, and he wants it, needs it, like a drug. She doesn’t look afraid as his slender fingers lock lightly on her wrists, the cool rings that decorated his fingers pressing into her skin. Her beautiful eyes hold to his own, and he keeps them locked to hers as the orange glow burns into her flesh. Her magic oozes into his bloodstream, but it’s different than usual, stronger, he thinks. His mouth tips open as he groans from the feeling he’s missed so much, her energy diffusing throughout his body, and he can’t help but close his eyes from the pleasure. Any second now she should be gasping out for him to stop, crumpling from the pain of his siphoning, but she doesn’t. Then he drops her wrists, snapping back to reality, feeling more alive than he has in ages.

“Why didn’t that hurt you?” he breathes, still on a magic high.

“I don’t run out,” she responds flatly.

“How is that not a gift?!” Kai gasps.

“Because when I have so much it makes me overwhelmed, and I- I can’t control it. My emotions tip even just a little, and my magic comes spilling out of me. The rest of my family thought they could just fix me, because I was some sort of threat to out coven. A-and sometimes I only wanted to help, but it makes me do bad things…hurt people,” she mutters, eyes to the floor. “It’s darker magic, watch.”

The girl stoops low to the ground, where a small pink flower blossoms innocently from the ground. She brushes her fingers to the soft petals, and Kai watches as the plant dissolves into black ash under her finger pads.

“My mom came after me one day,” she shudders, “I didn’t mean to, I was just trying to protect myself.” Her wrist quickly swiped away a falling tear, and she cleared her throat, pretending it was all alright.

He wanted nothing more than to wrap that girl in his arms that instant.

“You don’t scare me, Malachai Parker,” she stands, her body alarmingly close to his.

Nobody ever called him by his full name, this was new.

“You’re not as twisted as me,” he denies. “I’m bad news, a psycho, or sociopath, if you will.”

He runs a hand through his chestnut locks, overwhelmed by the closeness of the girl.

“Stop trying to scare me,” she says. “You’re not like that.”

“And how would you know?”

“You’re not bad, you’re just…broken. I know that feeling.”

Her eyes reflect the golden sparkles around them, hair cascading across her perfect face. Her ability to care confused him.

Kai scoops down to the ground, touching the pile of ashes where the flower was moments ago. His eyes close as he uses his siphoned magic to revive the flower, and soon he’s plucked the rosy thing from the ground and is facing this girl again. She looks at the flower with admiration, the faintest of smiles on her little lips. Kai picks off the stem, and brushes back the girls hair affectionately, sliding the pink flower into the crook of her ear; it suits her wonderfully. Her cheeks blush noticeably, and she chews nervously at her lower lip. He can’t help but trail his fingers across her perfect skin, surprised that she didn’t pull away; nobody ever let Kai touch them. He liked that feeling a lot.

“Look at us,” he says, “two broken pieces.”

“Maybe two broken pieces make a whole one,” she laughs suddenly.

He loved that tinkling bell-like laugh so much, he wanted to hear it again and again.

“You know you’re like, really pretty,” Kai blurts without thinking.

She smiles a radiant smile up at him, “don’t tell me Malachai Parker is actually feeling,” she jokes.

He shoves her playfully, but grabs each of her arms afterwards so that she’ll stay close to him. When he pulls her back, her chest goes thudding against his, and she instantly resumes her nervous stance.

“Hey,” he says, his fingers crawling under her chin and lifting it up so their eyes meet. “You have too much power contain, and I don’t have any at all, maybe if we work together we could balance each other’s faults, you know?”

“Work together?” she blinks up at him. “Not, alone?”

He bends over her, the electric currents of her skin against his driving him crazy with longing. Her lips were so close, begging for his.

“Not alone,” he breathes.

                                              Please Jeff, stay.

A/N: It’s been a while since my last imagine and as you can see this time it’s not one about Reggie.

I just love Jeff so much and he obviously DESERVED BETTER, so I hope you like it. He doesn’t die in this one and honestly I don’t think I will ever write one of those because I lost someone ina¡ a car accident and I can’t even read the imagines about Jeff dying because I literally cry.

Please don’t ever drink and drive and always be careful on the road. Be safe. ❤️

Warnings: Maybe some misspelled things, but I’m Spanish, I try my best.  😁

Words: 1.604

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I wasn’t someone new at all in Liberty high even though it seem like I was. I went to school with most of the people in this high school, I was their classmate until the first year in high school when I moved to another city, but now I was back for my junior and senior year.

So as I was saying I wasn’t a new student, but people acted like they didn’t know who I was, they treated me like if I didn’t knew the place or the students and after explaining a few people the whole story I gave up and I just went along.

It has been a week since I arrived and I still noticed the stares I got in the halls and how when I passed next to a group of girls they would start whispering. I knew they were talking about me, I knew there were rumours out there but I didn’t care at all.

One morning while I was grabbing a book from my locker and thinking about nothing in particular I heard someone calling me from behind and when I turned I realized it was Jeff Atkins.

“Hey! You are Jedd right?” I was trying to make a joke but I saw that he was taking it seriously so I stopped trying to be funny “Just kidding, I remember you Jeff” when I said that he smiled again.

“I just wanted to know how are you handling being in Liberty high again” Jeff has always been one of the few good people around here, he wasn’t afraid to talk with everyone even though he didn’t know that person, and he was so nice with every one, that was one of the reasons why all the girls always liked him and I was sure that hasn’t change a bit.

“Fine, I guess” I said closing my locker “it is like no one remembers me tho”

“If it makes you feel better I didn’t forget about you” I gave him a smile “and Clay and Tony remember you too” he sounded like he was trying to play down about what he said first.

“It makes me feel better, indeed” we remain silence, it was a little uncomfortable because I didn’t know why he came to talk to me in the first place, I was grateful because it really felt good to know that he remembered me and that he wanted to talk to me, but still it felt odd having in account he was one of the most popular guys in high school.

The bell saved us from that silence, we had to go to class so I just say goodbye and I started walking to my next class, but Jeff called me again and I turned to look at him.

“Are you going to Jess’ party tonight?” I didn’t know why he was so interested suddenly, but it didn’t bother me at all.

“I don’t know, are you?”

“Definitely”

“Then maybe I’ll show up” I answered giggling and turning again to leave that hall.

Was I being flirty with Jeff Atkins? I had no idea how I got to that point, but I had done it and I think he wanted me at the party, despite that fact I didn’t want to create false illusions to find out that it was all part of some fantasy of mine.

I didn’t think about that for the rest of the day until I saw my new friend Hannah Baker and she talked to me about that party and how Clay asked her if she was going to go. Neither of us knew what to do, we had thought of doing something more relaxing than a party, but we decided to go.

I was designated driver for the night, so that way Hannah could drink whatever she wanted. I didn’t have a problem because I actually didn’t like alcohol like most of the teenagers, so I drove very happy.

When we arrived to the party it was pretty crowed, the house was full and also was the front yard. Most of the people there were already wasted.

We went to the kitchen while I was looking for a certain someone, but I wouldn’t say that out loud, I think Hannah was looking for someone too and she was the first to find him.

We approached Clay and a big smile appeared in his face when he saw us.

“I didn’t know you were coming!”

“We are full of surprises” Hannah answered almost sounding nervous.

“There are drinks in the kitchen… we can go there”

“Not form me, designated driver” I said pointing at me.

“I’ll drink for you” Hannah added.

We followed Clay to the kitchen, but I looked outside in the way and I found who I was looking for. I tapped Hannah in the shoulder so she could see me going to the back yard.

I laid on the wall and I looked at him until he looked in my direction and when he noticed me I saw a bigger smile in his face.

I waved at him and started to walk in his direction, but he reached me before I could walk more than two steps.

“You came” I don’t know how he did it, but his smile was one of the most precious things I’ve ever seen.

“Yeah… but not because I like parties” I answered giggling “I’m…” I looked around before ending the sentence “working as cupid” I added in a whisper “Hannah obviously likes Clay, so I came to make sure they spend time together and hopefully something happens in the process and I’m proud to admit that I’m reaching my goal”

“Wow, we have more in common than I thought” did he really spend time thinking about what we had in common? “Because I’ve been trying to get those two together since Hannah came to Liberty” I couldn’t help but smile when I talked to him.

“We’re really good friends, they own us so much” I laughed.

“Hey (Y/N)!” we both looked in Jess’ direction; she was calling me from the door “Do you want to join us? We’re playing suck and blow”

I felt Jeff’s gaze on me even before Jess could finish her proposal and to be honest I couldn’t help but grimace thinking about kissing some drunk teenage by accident.

“No Jess, thank you, but I’m good” she was pretty wasted because she almost fell when she tried to go back inside the house.

I looked at Jeff again and I found his blue eyes on me, which made me a little nervous, but I controlled myself

“Do you want to play beer pong?” he offered

“I have to drive, I can’t drink”

“You can drink Coca-Cola, like me”

“Then count me in, I can teach you how to aim” I laughed passing by his side as if I knew where I had to go.

I joined him and a couple of his friends, who were drunk already.

I wasn’t joking when I said I had a good aim, I got the ball in every cup, making Jeff’s friends to drink even more.

I was having so much fun, Jeff and I were in the same team and we were clearly winning so we got to the point where we throw the ball in different funny ways like for example shooting while I was on Jeff’s back.

We were flirting all the time, teasing each other when it was each other turn, Jeff covering my eyes, tickling me and me trying to tickle him. I almost forgot we weren’t alone.

“I should look for Hannah” I said breathless for all the laughing.

“She’s over there with Clay” I followed Jeff indication and I saw them sitting by the pool, just talking.

“Hey Atkins! We need more beer!” I turned to look at who was saying that, but I didn’t know who he was.

“No problem!” Jeff answered.

My facial expression changed suddenly and I think Jeff noticed because his changed when he turned to me.

“Are you really going?”

“Yeah” he looked confused by my reaction.

“They had enough for tonight; they won’t even notice the lack of alcohol in their systems”

“Hey you don’t have to worry, I had two beer two hours ago, you’ve seen me drinking Coca-Cola” but that didn’t calm me, I wasn’t a big fan of driving in general, I lost someone in a car accident and I’ve been pretty scared since then.

“I know, but… maybe there’s someone out there who is driving drunk and you pay the consequences”

“I promise I’ll be careful, I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone” he said caressing my arm, trying to calm me.

I saw him leaving, but I couldn’t let him go so I called him again and he turned in my direction.

“Please Jeff… stay” he remained silent, looking my way, probably really confused, but he smiled again and came to me.

“Why it is so important? I’ve done this a lot of times, I’ll be fine”

“Because…” I looked to my side, thinking if I was going to do what I was thinking right now. It was now or never, so I cupped his face with my hands and sorted the distance between our lips.

He kissed me back and I could hear people whistling around us, something that made me laugh in the kiss.

“Is this a good reason?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

“A really good one” he answered kissing me again before I could say anything else.

A Different Story || Peter Parker x Reader

[prompt: the main character of your story falls in love with someone they were not originally supposed to be with.]

{summary: being a fan of spiderman since he was a child, Dirk Richardson is over the moon when he finds a rather thick copy of a spiderman comic simply titled ‘homecoming’ at his local comic book store.

knowing that the movie would release during the summer, he purchases the comic and is confident that he would know the plotline to the movie before anyone else.

little does he know, this comic is a tad bit different when Peter Parker seems to have a mind of his own and focuses his attention on a girl who goes by the name [Full Name]}

this story is going to be SO META. It’s something I’ve always wanted to write this when I had first seen that prompt on Reddit’s Writing Prompt subreddit. Despite the confusing summary, it will all make sense once you all read this story, I promise 。゚(TヮT)゚。

dedicated to @siqnificance, bc mina is bae and I love her so much.

OC Mention: Dirk Richardson, an avid spiderman fan who is the narrator of this story.

warnings: none

legend: parts beginning in bold indicate Dirk’s POV.| parts beginning with italics indicates Peter’s POV.

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!**

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Out of all of my superhero biases, I gotta say that my absolute favorite has to be Spider-Man.

Being an average dude of average build myself sporting dark brown hair and plain grey eyes, I could relate to Peter Parker on so many levels. Here, we are given this absolute nerd who’s just trying to survive high school. Through some twist of fate, he gets bitten by a radioactive spider and gets all of these awesome abilities.

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Faust Arp

Originally posted by futuretage

“denial, denial, denial, denial”

House of Cards - Radiohead

(exo x reader)

(5.9k words)

WARNINGS: angst, cheating, swearing, slight smut, nudity, blood

A/N: y’all this was so hard to write!!!! sorry it took so long I was just wanting this ending to be perfect… I hope everyone has enjoyed reading this story and please give me feedback!! :)

first part   -   second part   -   third part    -  last part

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here’s the final installment of my single daddy!peeta series (parts 1 and 2). thank you for reading!


The gift is wrapped in pink and white striped paper. The sides are painstakingly folded over and taped down, a large white bow on top to polish off the look.

Katniss spent an obscene amount of time wrapping this present. She even watched YouTube tutorials on the best way to wrap a present because normally she just shoves things in gift bags with leftover, crumpled up tissue paper.

But this gift is important, and only the pleasure of shredding and tearing the paper to get inside can do it justice.

As she approaches the front door, Katniss clutches the gift-wrapped box in her hands and cradles it to her stomach as if it were some precious, fragile thing and not the box of building blocks it actually is.

She hopes Levin likes the gift. It’s been a long time since Katniss had to buy a present for a toddler, and she doesn’t really know what this particular toddler likes. She used to know, at some point.

Not that it really matters. Kids like something for three seconds before moving on to the next toy, anyway.

But if she doesn’t preoccupy herself by fretting over this, she’ll start to think too much about how she’s going to be face to face with Peeta for the first time in a year and a half. She tries to convince herself that the nerves threatening to choke her are borne of the need to appease a 3-year-old–and not said 3-year-old’s father.

It’s the first time she’s seeing him since the night they slept together, but he’s kept in touch like he promised, emailing her every few weeks or so with new photos of Levin. He doesn’t include himself in any of the photos thankfully, though part of her wishes she could look at his face again; she doesn’t have Facebook, and at this point it would have just been weird to look him up. He’s always polite in his emails, dutifully captioning the photos, asking her cordial questions, such as how she’s doing.

She can never bring herself to reply with anything more than surface-level, just “Doing well, thanks! Levin is getting so big!” She never asks how he is or what he’s up to, not sure she really wants to know. She’s tried getting over him, dating other men, hell, even just fucking someone else to relieve the itch. But the last guy her friend Johanna set her up with, Cato, while bearing a vague resemblance to Peeta with his blond hair, sturdy build and good looks, was lacking in every other way. Katniss actually shoved his face out of hers when he was on top of her trying to stick his dick in her after a fairly bland movie-and-dinner date, shoved him all the way out the door, actually, because she couldn’t stand that he wasn’t Peeta.

There’s just no getting over him.

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Something Borrowed

pairing: genderbent!adrienette / marin & adrienne | words: 857 | rating: k

note:  Just a short little something. I drew this to go with it.

It wasn’t often that Marin saw Adrienne out in public on her own. She was usually accompanied by her chauffeur, rarely traveling anywhere on her own. He figured it was for her safety; she was a famous model, after all. So when the rare occurrences came up, he tried to take the chance to greet her when no one would interrupt (as best as he could manage between the ever persistent stuttering and the blushing, anyway).

Alim was always a great supporter of him approaching her like a normal person as well so as soon as his friend had spotted the blonde at the movie theater, he had shoved Marin in her direction with a shout of good luck and a thumbs up.

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You Never Know, Dear. You Are My Sunshine Part 5.

Title: You Never Know, Dear.

Prompt: In which Y/N chose to be on Team Cap, she meets him the team at the airport and sees Bucky for the first time in over two years.

Triggers: Drama. Fighting. Angst. Blood.

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Should I write an alternative ending in which she sides with Iron Man?

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A little too late - Angst (Soryu Oh x MC)

Hey guys, get your hearts ready to break! I hope you ‘enjoy’ it…. I’m so sorry haha


WARNING: Blood, torture and violence!


** MC’s POV **

The sky was blue and the light sun gently touched your face. The wind played with your beautiful floral dress. Soryu have been working so hard that you decided to visit him at his office. It was supposed to be a surprise actually. He was always saying that he didn’t want you at his office for your own safety, but you knew that deep inside him he liked your surprise visits. A few black cars in full speed called the attention from everyone around you. At first you thought that it could be Soryu and his man, because they had very similar cars. So went a big car stopped right next to you, you wasn’t afraid because you knew it would be Soryu. But when you’re among a dangerous Mafia you can’t trust anyone, not even your thoughts. That was your mistake. It was too late to run when you saw two big men approach you with hungry gazes. One of them tightly grabbed your arms while the other one put a cloth in your mouth and nose. You couldn’t scream or breath properly. A strong essence invaded your nostrils. You tried to set yourself free from their grip, but it was two against one and they’re too strong for you. You felt your legs lose balance and your vision started to blur. And in a few seconds you lost your conscious.

Your head was hurting and you could feel horrible smell. You groaned and slowly opened your eyes. You were in a empty and dark room, the only light on it was pointed to you, your eyes hurt because of the strong light. You tried to move, but it was no use. You looked down on you and saw your legs tied on the chair and your arms was also tied but behind the chair. You tried to scream for help, but your voice was drowned, because you were gagged. You heard a heavy door being opened behind you. Each step that you could hear made your heart skip a beat. Soon a tall man was in front of the light and you looked up. You couldn’t see his face properly, but you could see his scary face smirking at you.

“It seems like that we have the Ice Dragon’s princess. How would your precious boyfriend react to that, uh?” he took the cloth that was in your mouth.

“Please! Let me go!” He let out a evil chuckle.

“Don’t you think it’s too early to beg?” His question made you feel a cold down your spine. “You know as much as a boss should know. Now you’ll tell us where is the file.”

“Where is what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He raised his hand and slapped your face hard.

“The file! Where is it?!” You looked back toward him and you could feel tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“I don’t know! I swear!” He sighed and crouched to look straight to your face.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” You opened your mouth to speak, but he put his index finger in your lips. “Shh, don’t answer. We can do it on the easy and nice way or… The painful and scary way. That slap would be a very small part of the pain you’ll feel if you don’t talk. It’s up to you to chose.”

“S-Soryu… He never wanted me to get involved. I dn’t even know which file you’re talking about. I-I swear!” He sighed and his fists hit your stomach. The impact was so strong that you barely could look up to him. You heard him pulling something in your direction, but you didn’t know what exactly it was.

“Well, I guess we’re going to the painful and scary way, aren’t we?”

**SORYU’s POV**

The day was the hell on earth. My men and I just came back for a huge fight with the Red Scorpions. We lost a few great men there. Once I was inside my office again I decided to call MC. she would be the only person alive able to calm myself down. I missed her so much, I couldn’t wait for the moment the have her in my arms again. I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up. She didn’t answer. I called her three times more and no success. Something didn’t feel right. It was her day off, she was with her phone this morning. It might be dead. But her phone died and she was at home she would have put it to charge. Why wasn’t she picking her phone up? My heart started racing and I decided to call Inui, he might be with her. It didn’t took long from him to pick up.

“Yes, sir! What can I help you with?”

“Where is MC?”

“Hum… She told me not to tell you, sir.” Shit.

“Tell me what? Say it now or else I swear I’ll hunt you down.”

“Ok! Ok! I’m sorry! She went to visit you.”

“Visit me? She left the house for how long?”

“I think an hour or so. Wait she isn’t with you?”

“Shit. If she was with me do you really think I’d call you searching for her, idiot? Go make yourself useful and track her phone.”

“Right now, sir.” I hang up.

One hour was too long, if anyone of my men saw her they’d say for her to wait for me at my office and she’s not here. My phone beeped and when I read Inui’s message I felt my heart aching. What the hell was she doing at a abandoned warehouse? Definitely something very wrong was going on. I rushed toward my car, screaming for a few of my men follow me very well armed. And we drove toward the warehouse. I texted Mamoru and he was on his way to arrest whoever we would let alive. ‘No one mess with my woman. I’ll kill whoever had done it’ I thought. The ride never seemed to end. They put her in the other side of the town, it was very hard to reach there. My phone ringed and without thinking twice I answered.

“Haha Soryu Oh! The Great leader of the Ice Dragons! I guess you remember my voice, uh?” Without a doubt it was Roger Hiroshi, leader of the Red Scorpions. “Well, soon we’ll have a lovely meeting. Again. Right, princess?” I heard her sobs and mumbles through the phone.

“Let her go. Now!”

“Oh looks like someone is nervous. I’m afraid it won’t be possible. Today you got something that was mine and now I have something that is yours. She looks lovely by the way. Well, LOOKED lovely.” He chuckle.

“The file contains information about OUR business, it’d be too complex for you to understand, anyway.” I heard his sigh and then a shotgun followed by a scream.

“Seems like you won’t learn. Bring it to us now and you might have your like girlfriend alive.” He hang up.

She was hurt. He touched her. My blood was boiling in anger. I decided to make a quick and surprise attack. He expected me to come and negotiate. This time will have no negotiation. The car stopped in front of the place. There were a few of his men at the door. So everyone in the car used silencers on each gun and shoot them door. Sneaky and silently. I rushed toward the door with my men and shoot down whoever was on our way. This is what you got when you mess with my girl. A big metal door called my attention and I entered. I could see MC tied on a chair and there was blood around her. As soon as I saw Roger I pointed my gun toward him and he pulled his gun and pointed at me.

“The file.”

“Let her go first.” He smirked.

“So desperate to see her? Hum. Fine.” He turned the chair around and my heart stopped. Her face was purple and full of bruises, her dress was torn with cuts, she was bleeding and almost lifeless. I needed to take her out of there as soon as possible. I couldn’t bear to lose her. I couldn’t continue without her.

“Soryu…” She mumbled. I needed to kill him to set her free.

“It’s so beautiful to see two little birds. But it’d be a- Argh!” I shoot him three times at his thorax until he felt down. I rushed toward her and untied her. She was so weak that he felt forward, but I managed to hold her. “A little too late, Oh.”

I looked up and he was on his feet again and prepared to shoot. I shoot him again, but he fall on the ground, his finger slipped on his guns trigger and I felt pain on my shoulder. I needed to take her out of this place. I found my strength again and carried her outside. I looked down at her and could see her weak smile.

“I’m sorry, MC. I’m so sorry. I should’ve never involved you on this.”

“Soryu…” She touched my cheek softly. “It’s ok. I did it because I love you. I-I always… Hum. Knew the consequences.” Her eyes started to close.

“No! NO! Don’t you dare to close your eyes! You can’t sleep!”

Her hand broke contact with my skin and felt next to her body. She stopped breathing. Her heart stopped beating. Tears started to fill my eyes as my heart ached in pain. I just lost the most precious thing I ever had in my life. Flashbacks started crossing my mind. The strange way we met each other, our first kiss, our first date, the first night we spent together, her sleepy pretty face, her sweet smile, her laugh. She was laughing and smiling this morning and now her lifeless body is resting in my arms. I had no idea what I’d do without her. I was supposed to propose her in a few days and this day will never come. We won’t grow old together. I lost her. Forever. And nothing more matters.

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A kbtbb head canon where the bidders try to convince mc's scary older brother that they really love her and that he can trust that he'll take care of her?

Eisuke

He is at least ten foot tall with tree-trunk like arms and a near permanent look of anger on his face. Eisuke  watches this giant who could inspire fear in the hearts of grown men pick you up and spin you around in his arms like you weigh nothing more than a feather. Eisuke finds it hard to believe you share the same blood as this man.  “_______ it’s been too long. How are you doing my little cupcake?” Your brother says to you in a soft voice. You smile back at him.

“I’m doing fine. I’m so glad you’re out of prison Kenta.” You say to your brother as the three of you sit down at the table. Eisuke nearly spits out the wine he was drinking, prison? you had never told him your brother was in jail.

“So who’s this?” Your brother’s voice suddenly turns cold and his gaze lands right on Eisuke. You quickly explain that he’s your boyfriend and Eisuke sees your brother’s fists tense up. He’s a little put-off by your brother, a more honest man would have called the feeling of dread that was washing through him fear, yet your boyfriend was not that man. After a while, you excused yourself to go to the toilet leaving just Eisuke and Kenta alone.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Eisuke outstretches his hand, his twenty thousand pound watch shimmering on his wrist. Kenta eyes it up carefully, admiring it. He shakes Eisuke’s hand, pressing so tight Eisuke hears bones crack. He doesn’t show that he’s in pain, yet Kenta knows he is.

“Let me get this clear, if you hurt my sister I will make sure you never walk again. If you treat her with anything less than the respect she deserves I will cut of parts of you that you will not want cut off, do you hear me?” Kenta all but growls, Eisuke’s eyes widen and all he can do is nod. “Good, glad we’ve got that cleared up, nice looking watch by the way.”

Eisuke wants your brother to like him, because he knows that will make you happy. When you return from the toilet he and Kenta are talking happily and your brother has a rather expensive looking golden watching shimmering on his wrist. You smile to yourself, Eisuke will be Eisuke.

Soryu

Your brother has agreed to meet you at the hotel and you decide that this is the ample opportunity to introduce him to Soryu. The pair of you wait by the entrance and after a few minutes a familiar figure approaches you. Your brother Kenta has you in his arms before you can protest spinning you around like a ragdoll. He’s still wearing his army uniform, his muscles bulging out of his clothes. Soryu finds it hard to believe that this hulk of a man is related to something as dainty and small as you. “I’ve missed you so much Kenta! I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“I’m glad that you are too kiddo.” Kenta sets you down and his gaze falls on a nervous looking Soryu. His brow deepens and you force a smile on your face. “Who is  this? I thought it would just be me and you ______ .”

“This is Soryu - he’s my boyfriend. I thought that this would be a good time for you to meet him.” You introduce Soryu to your brother. The pair shake hands firmly and your brothers beefs out his chest trying to look even more intimidating than he already is. Sakiko appears from out of nowhere and tells you that there is an emergency down in the stock room, you have to leave the pair alone for a few minutes. Soryu’s eyes plead for you to stay as you follow after Sakiko.

As soon as you are out of sight Kenta pushes Soryu against the nearest wall, his grey eyes, cold and menacing. “When my sister’s first boyfriend hurt her he ended up with four missing teeth and a black eye.” Kenta says casually. “This was when my sister was ten, the boy was maybe twelve, pushing it. What do you think I would do to a grown man? If anything at all happens to my precious little sister I will make your life very painful, so painful that you will wish you were never born.”

“I will never hurt your sister so you won’t have to worry about that. She is as bright as the sun to me and protecting her from harm is my number one priority.” Soryu speaks calmly, pushing Kenta out of his face. “The last person who hurt your sister on my watch ended up with more than just four missing teeth and a black eye, he has a bullet through his brain, and before I shot him, he was praying for death. You and I both have the same goal, to keep her safe. There is no need to threaten me.”

Kenta lets out a low cough and quietly takes a step back. When you return he and Soryu are stood talking absently about guns, debating over which pistol is more powerful. You smile as Soryu wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into him. You are glad that your brother and boyfriend are bonding, even if it is over something scary like guns.

Baba

You have never seen Baba nervous before, he always seems so confident, yet as you watch his hand nervously shake as he slips on his red suit jacket you realize that he’s not his usual confident self. “Are you sure he will like me?” Baba asks you as the pair of you begin to head toward the train station where your brother had asked you to pick him up. To this date your brother hasn’t liked any of your boyfriends and deep down you know Baba probably won’t be any different in his eyes, but however unlikely you still hope that they will get along.

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saphael headcanons

so here it goes:

○ the thing is, simon is convinced that raphael doesn’t listen to him but he’s the only one around for simon to talk to - so he rambles, a lot, and often. what he doesn’t know is that raphael listens to everything he says, and files the information away for later.

○ one of the first things raphael picks up on during one of simon’s many rants is just how much he misses food. he peers from behind his book, listening as simon describes in painstacking detail, a list of his favourite dishes. if raphael finds himself standing in the kitchen for the first time in years afterwards, well then maybe simon just reignited a passion inside of him? for food, not for simon

○ raphael doesn’t really realise what’s happening until he offers to let simon wear his clothes. the words slip out of his mouth before he can even think about, shocked by himself, and flushed (as much as a vampire can be) at the megawatt smile simon levels at him. he tries to think of it as charity and nothing else, because simon’s fashion taste is abysmal. raphael doesn’t acknowledge the part of him that loves seeing the fledging in his clothes.

○ the thing about simon is that once he gets over his general nervousness around the other, he starts to touch him, a lot. not a day seemed to pass without simon invading his personal space, usually to tell him a story as he threw himself down right beside raphael, ignoring the other couches placed around the room, their thighs pressed together. raphael could almost feel the phantom sensation of heat, fingers curling restlessly against his thigh as he remembers.

○ he isn’t stupid either, and he knows that the rest of the clan start to notice something is up. he sees the way they stare at simon, different from their original hostility, curious even as they stare at the newest member of their family. raphael tries his best not to show favouritism, not to be as carelessly affection as he can be when he’s with simon, but the problem is that simon didn’t seem to get the memo. raphael can’t resist leaning into his touch, even with his reputation at stake. he’s torn between happiness and jealousy each time he sees one of the clan members approach his boy.

○ simon is starting to become more comfortable in the hotel, comfortable enough to bring his precious bestfriend over to visit. she looks uncomfortable, and raphael has to hide a smirk behind his book as they enter the room. simon doesn’t stop his tirade of words to say hello, the greeting jumbled in with the rest of his story. raphael can feel her glancing at him as simon throws himself down on the couch and continues talking, gesticulating wildly as he does. after a while she gets used to it. she doesn’t stop looking at him though, and raphael ponders what has caught her attention about him so thoroughly.

○ watching alec and magnus interact evokes a feeling in raphael that he can’t quite understand. he watches them during a party at the warlock’s club, surprised despite what he’d heard by just how confident alec is with his new boyfriend. he doesn’t seem ashamed as they orbit eachother, always touching and smiling. he catches simon looking as well, eyes sharp for once as he does. when he finds raphael looking at him he smiles over the rim of his glass and doesn’t look again - his eyes now tracking someone much more important.

○ raphael didn’t decorate the hotel, but it would be a lie to say it didn’t entirely suit his tastes. he liked the decadence, and he especially loved his own room. he’d originally placed simon into one of the spare rooms, before later relocating him to the room that adjoined his. he didn’t like the disappointment he saw in the others eyes as he surveyed it, fidgeting anxiously as he waited for simon to say something, anything. it took him a few days to admit that it didn’t feel like home. raphael had swallowed his pride to text clary, asking the redhead to collect some of simon’s stuff from his house. he didn’t wait to see the others reaction, just left the boxes stacked outside his room, and hurried away. simon never said anything, but raphael caught him watching, a small smile stretched across his face.

○ raphael didn’t know how he ended up in simon’s room, but he wasn’t about to complain. he felt almost nervous, almost, as he sat on the others bed, playing with the sheets as simon sorted through his dvd collection. a conversation over the many books raphael seemed to steam through had ended up revealing raphael’s lack of pop culture knowledge and a trade off had been agreed - raphael would let simon “educate” him, and simon would try his hand at raphael’s extensive collection of books.

○ ….it turns out raphael does have feelings from simon, but it’s okay because he feels like they might not be one-sided.

Crazy For You part 4 [The Joker x Harley]

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Summary: Harleen Quinzel can’t wait to sink her teeth into the Joker, unravel his elusive past, discover his secrets, and cure him in the process. But what she doesn’t realize is the Joker is equally excited to sink his teeth into her.
Author’s Note: Set in the suicide squad universe, before the movie

“You cannot be serious! He responded better to me than any of his past doctors, taking me off his case could potentially be damaging to the patient.”

“Dr. Quinzel he attempted to kill you no less than an 6 hours ago, how on earth do you describe that as “responding well”. No, I’m sorry, but the Joker is no longer your patient. He will return to the incurable list.”

“He didn’t try to kill me though! He didn’t even try to leave the building! Sir, just give me another chance.”

“I watched the video tape of your session, he spent the entire time trying to make you afraid of him.”

“But he did answer a few of my questions!”

“Look, it’s late Dr. Quinzel. Go home, get some rest, and when you come back in the morning we will assign you another patient. Goodnight.”

Dr. Arkham dismissed Harleen with a wave of his hand. It took all she had in her not argue further, but if she did that, she might have lost he job as well.

~

It was very late in the night when Harleen arrived back home to her small single bedroom apartment. She lived only five minutes away from the asylum, her entire existence revolved around that place. Now that the patient she had been waiting to study was taken from her, she couldn’t see much of a future there. Maybe it was time to move on, maybe work in a hospital, a change of pace.

She tossed her keys on the counter, and slumped in front of the tv she never had the chance to set up. the wires lay useless on the floor. She felt as useless as they did.

Then the phone rang.

Harleen jumped, it was 2:00am in the goddamn morning, who would be calling at this hour.

“Hello?”

She answered the phone.

“Dr. Quinzel? Is that you?”

A rushed, and scared sounding voice reached her ear.

“Yes? Who is this?”

“It’s Dr. Cadwell”

Dr. Cadwell? She was the second in command to Dr. Arkham, why was she calling her?

“Dr. Quinzel we need you back here right now, please hurry.”

“Wait, what’s going on?”

“It’s the Joker, it’s all very serious, come as quickly as you can.”

The line went dead, and she knew she should be worried, but all she could think was this was the second chance she needed, whatever it was, she could fix it. 

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Harleen flew through the main doors of the asylum, and was immediately greeted by one of the many guards.

“Dr. Quinzel, come quick, you’re needed in the basement.”

“The basement? Really?”

“Yes, please hurry up!”

Harleen dashed after the guard, pulse rapid. they ran past crowds of personal lumped together in the hallway. the same expression of nervous fear on all of their faces, but she didn’t care. Anticipation mixed with excitement almost made her forget that she was most likely being called in to calm the Joker down from whatever state he was in, meaning she had to be calm.

She took deep breaths the entire elevator ride down to the basement, while the guard next to her fidgeted nervously.

“This is as far as I go.”

The seasoned guard told her trying to sound professional, but his voice squeaked.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not allowed to go any farther, I can’t explain, you don’t have much time. Just go down the hallway straight in front of us and to the left, there you’ll find the Joker’s cell, just go.”

Harleen did as she was told practically sprinting down the hallway, and the one to the right. What loomed in front of her looked nothing like any of the other cells in the asylum, no this looked like a steel shipping container with a door. She slowed to a walk as she approached it, totally in awe. She was transfixed in her thoughts imagining what sort of things the four walls of this room, excited that she was about to find out.

The door hung open, slightly off it’s hinges. She couldn’t imagine what had been strong enough to do that, and she wondered which side the blow came from, the inside or the outside?

Cautiously stepping inside, the scene she discovered was not one she had been expecting. Two guards lay dead on the floor, all the blood they had in their bodies she was sure was covering the floor at her feet, and standing in the middle of the room was the Joker. He held a long silver knife to the throat of no other than Dr. Arkham.

“Hiya Doc! So nice of you to come!”

“Mr. Joker, how are you?”

“Well right now I am fan-fucking-tastic!”

“Was that sarcasm?”

“Yes and no.”

“Mr. Joker, you’re holding a knife to my boss right now, I’m going to need you to be a little more direct, and explain to me how this happened.”

Harleen took a few more slow steps toward the Joker. He began to laugh.

“You act as if you’re trying to sneak up in a bomb, but the funny part is you kind of are. Any minute now I could slit the throat of the precious Dr. Arkham, and it all depends on how you handle this situation. I love it.”

“On with the story Mr. Joker.”

“Whatever you say Doll. Well I was being taken back to my sad little cell tonight by these two lovely men”

He gestured to the dead bodies on the floor.

“They were the kind that liked to push me around, and threaten me, you know the type, but they said the most fascinating tidbit, which I thought couldn’t possibly be true, but turns out it is.”

“What did they say Mr. Joker?”

“They said you quit being my doctor, and then I learn that our session tomorrow is cancelled. I do not appreciate being ignored sweetheart. So naturally I got a bit angry, and when i get angry it doesn’t generally turn out great for the people near me, meaning those guards. You should have seen their horrified faces when I pulled this knife, oh how I laughed!”

“Where exactly did you get the knife?”

“So, is it true Doc? Did you quit on me? Because I was having a good time! I like making you laugh…”

He trailed off, the last bit his sentence he said almost seductively. Was he trying to seduce her?

“I didn’t quit Mr. Joker-”

“Oh! My my my, I do not like liars!”

Joker tightened his grip on the knife held to Dr. Arkham’s throat, a beed of ruby red blood fell from where the tip pierced his skin.

“I’m not lying, I was forced out of the position.”

“Then tell me, by whom dear?”

“You’re holding a knife to his throat.”

Dr. Arkham’s eyes bulged out of his head, appalled she had the nerve to tell the truth.

“So the good doctor here, huh? Then what’s stopping me froming killing him right now?”

Joker smiled intensely, glee at the thought of yet another murder gleamed in his eyes.

“What’s stopping you is what you want. If you kill him, I’ll never be your psychiatrist again-”

“Is that a threat!”

“No, You need to stop villainizing me, I won’t be your doctor because I’ll be fired, but if you let him go right now, I’ll be in the room with you tomorrow, all alone. Isn’t that right Dr. Arkham?”

“Yes! Yes, she’ll be your doctor for as long as you want her!”

He gasped, practically begging for his pathetic little life. Part of her wished there was nothing she could do to stop Joker from killing him, but at that statement, Joker dropped him to the ground.

“There, that ‘s wasn’t so hard now was it Doctor?”

Joker had bent down next to Dr. Arkham, gently stroking him balding head.

“Just one more thing…”

He smashed his head into the stone wall, to the shock of Harleen.

“He’ll be fine, I just wanted some privacy.”

Joker purred stepping closer to her with every word, until he was directly in front of her. Close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. Slowly he took her chin into his fingertips, tilting her head ever so slightly so his lips brushed her ear.

“That excited you, didn’t it Doc? You have so much potential, and I intend to show it to you. Consider me your doctor.”

He let her go, and stepped back to spread out on his cot.

“You can go now, unless you want to join me?”

Seungri; lost and found

✉in which Seunghyun’s place is like a pigsty and you’re cleaning it up–only to find his journal 
❝ not too much on the angst part because our panda is precious ; u ; but i hope you still like it! //prompt!
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When you’re about to continue on with your daily life, cleaning the rack and shelves because damn it, dust is collecting again, a phone vibrates on the counter and you groan—who the hell?! When you’re lazing around in the couch doing absolutely nothing, praying that someone will drag you out of the confinement of your home for some fun, no one ever calls. But when you’re a few steps up on the ladder, desperately trying to reach for that corner of the shelf, your phone is having a seizure. For the past twenty minutes, there had been calls—but you’ve ignored them. There had been texts, whether they’re dying and calling for help or just want to chill, you don’t give a damn.

But there has been three calls in a row and you figured, whoever needs saving shall receive.

You quickly get down from the ladder, toss the rag into the pail (thank God it went in or you’ll have another thing to get mad about) and reach for your phone. You slide it to answer and grumpily say, “Seunghyun, I really hope you’re on the brink of dying and you need me to save you to be calling me so many times,”

He chuckles at your frustration, “Let me guess, cleaning day again?”

You sigh and rest your hip against the counter, feeling a bit guilty for venting it out on someone who just wants to… well…

“Yeah, that shelf is being a pain in the ass,”

He lets out a dry laugh and it’s usually when he—“I guess it’s a bad time to ask you for a favor?”

With narrowed eyes in picturing he’s in front of you, your hand is on your hip, head tilted and even Seunghyun can picture that clearly, “Depends… what do you want now?”

“Hey, I don’t always ask you for favors!”

“Think about it, really think about it, Lee Seunghyun,” You deadpan and he’s flipping back to the pages of the previous days, “You’re my savior and please, please, please? I have a meeting soon and—“

“That’s not my problem,” You sing-song, in a tone that Seunghyun’s well aware that you’re about to hang up but then he says, “I’ll be leaving on a business trip for a week and I need you to take care of my place and I’ll leave the keys in your mailbox and I’ll put all responsibility on you. Okay I love you, bye!” You’re gaping at this point, still amazed at how shameless he is and how fast his speed of speech has gotten nowadays that you just stare at your refrigerator with your pupils dilated with what the fuck? Then you realize what he’s said and since Seunghyun’s one to be the top of your list of trusted people of all time, you’re giving him a ring.

It rings for a while, you know he’s staring at his phone with contemplation but he answers it.

“I’m sorry but I really, really, really need you to help me because you know how picky I am with letting people to my place and I trust you so please—“

“When do I come over?”

You can hear the smirk in his voice, “Next Saturday! And could clean my place-“

“I’m not cleaning it after you get back, too,”

“Could you also stock up ice cream—“

“Don’t push it,”

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My weird attempt at Angsty Kasamatsu. But really, I couldn’t do that to my precious baby. I hope it’s good OTL.


It’d only been three years, two months, sixteen days, and ten hours since you’d spoken with the ex-captain of Kaijou. To be exact, it was graduation day when you’d seen him standing there with his team, a huge grin on his face. It wasn’t the usual smirk he wore during basketball games, or the soft smile he’d use after speaking with a serious tone.

It was a Yukio smile, bright as the snow falling in the moonlight, warm as the sun in the sky, one that melted your heart and was now forever imprinted in your memory. His hair was slightly ruffled from the wind, his stunning steel-blue eyes glistening in the sun, his confidence radiating from where he was standing. It was hard for you to approach him, with the way he was.

He was a god; unattainable and beautiful.

And you were just the peasant who always looked up to him. Hoping one day, someday, he’d be within your reach. Still, you were content with being this close to him. You’d only talked to him a few times, but those conversations were very memorable. Despite learning he was a nervous wreck around women, you could only giggle upon experiencing his habit first hand. He replied with a frown, his voice slightly high pitched from being nervous. Yet, you found yourself grinning stupid at him, because you found it so adorable how a serious, confident captain could be such a mess outside of basketball.

Somehow, just seeing him in the halls was enough, him gracing you with a small smile as he said hello. His deep voice echoed through your mind, and even though you had stood a mere fifty feet from him, you’d never felt so distant.

You weren’t going to have that any more.

You weren’t going to have his stuttering blush, his awkward pauses between sentences when he’s unsure of what to say. You wouldn’t see his soft and rare smiles he’d give you when he thought you weren’t looking. No more seeing him in the hallways, or greeting him in the morning. There wasn’t going to be any more basketball games to go to, no more cheering for him to do his best.

The letter in your pocket had never felt so heavy in that moment.

You’d written all your feelings, your confession, towards him in a letter because it was honestly impossible for you to think of how to say it. Writing was always easier for you to convey emotions and it made you happy. You were really nervous because you wanted him to know how you felt before leaving Kaijou, leaving him, behind.

But it was all just a dream. An impossible, heartbreaking, hopeless dream.

It’d come crashing down when you’d caught another female, someone whose name you didn’t know, approach him. You saw the way he’d blushed, a soft smile on his face as he addressed her. Before you could say anything, he’d been pulled away from his team, taken away through the crowd of people, and your face fell.

You didn’t see Moriyama and Kobori staring at you, confused but sad expressions on their faces at your reaction, nor did you hear their voices as they shouted for you to wait. You didn’t even realize the letter you’d written, your deepest secrets no one was supposed to know, had fallen out of your pocket in your haste to escape.

You didn’t cry, you didn’t feel or hear anything. There was only one face, one smile, in your mind. And as you’d ran, away from Kaijou, away from what was supposed to be the happiest day of your life, you’d accidentally ran away from the person who’d returned your feelings, away from the guy, who later that night had broke down in tears at the sheer stupidity of his ignorance to your feelings, and to his own.

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Knock, Knock Ch. 12: F is for Forget-Me-Not

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She knew damn well this wasn’t a one-time or two-time or even three-time thing the second he handed her that same wench costume, this time entirely devoid of a renting slip.

The bastard had bought it. And not because he was betting her full-time replacement might end up being exactly her size. No, it was because he expected it to be her… indefinitely.

And that should make her angry. Because when she’d said she’d help him she’d meant it, of course, but should he really have assumed it would be a permanent arrangement? By all rights she should be pissed. Sure, she’d just earned herself a significant amount of money and wasn’t exactly overburdened with work now that she wasn’t strapped for cash. So she did have the time. But for him to just assume?

But she wasn’t angry. She wasn’t even scared about her entire lack of anger. She was just excited and a little bit nervous but most of all happy to be a part of something.

(That something being a little pirate family with her serendipitous current and former neighbors, the two people in this world who understood her, valued her, dare she say loved her.)

A loud, very annoyed series of knocks sounded on the wall next to Emma’s head.

“Will you stop daydreaming about getting me out of my leathers, darling? We need to get to the ship. So… “ He offered her the tagless outfit and quirked his eyebrow at her responding smirk as she curtsied sarcastically (was that a thing?) and excused herself to her bedroom to prepare for the evening on Killian’s ship.

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𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚊𝚕

To say Yuugi was uneasy was an understatement.

Surrounded by men he didn’t know, who were leading him into a very imposing encampment (it was like a fortified, military compound; how regular people had made this was beyond him), he marched in time with them towards a building on the far side of the makeshift ‘city’. The compound was massive, so it meant Yuugi was being led quite a long ways.

Though the men around him were jovial, the other people who lived there looked on in curiosity and suspicion. Yuugi didn’t blame them; a new face was always dangerous. In these days, it either meant someone who would become a friend, or someone who would jeopardize your very life.

Yuugi had been picked up in one of the now decrepit and abandoned cities nearby. He’d been on foot for days, and certainly looked it, though one of the men who’d found him commented on how pretty he was, despite it (which left Yuugi with a sour feeling in his stomach). They’d crossed paths by pure chance, and seeing as the city was picked clean, just about, when they had offered to take him back to their home with them, Yuugi had agreed.

Thirty days without provisions, proper ‘protection’, barely any sleep, and an empty stomach left Yuugi willing to take a chance on finally finding safety.

When they reached the building in question, Yuugi was a little surprised to see that it was a school, a high school, from the looks of it. Well, it had been a school. Now, it seemed they had turned it into sort of a ‘town hall’ kind of place. There were even guards at the doors, so perhaps they kept their provisions or weapons in the school, for safety purposes.

The guards eyed him up when they approached, the men who’d taken him in talking animatedly and laughing loudly with those who stood with large assault rifles. If they were guarding the place with such heavy weaponry, then there had to be some precious things inside. It made Yuugi feel all the more nervous as he was led inside.

“Hey, where’s Atem?” one of the men who accompanied Yuugi asked a nice looking, elderly lady, who sat at a large office desk, just inside of the entry way. She looked up with a smile, and even offered the warm expression towards Yuugi. It made him feel a little relieved; not everyone here had let the hardships force them to be so overly cautious and wary.

Even if it was safer to mistrust people at all times.

“He’s in the office,” the old lady replied, pleasantly. “Taking care of some concerns, like always. Go on and sit in the lounge; I’ll send him over when he has a moment.”

“Will do,” the same man as before hummed with a grin. He made a motion for their little group to continue following him, and Yuugi almost rolled his eyes; of course they would keep following him. They were all there for the same purpose. He sighed at his own bitter feelings; lack of sleep and hunger were really getting the better of him.

Through hallways and up stairs they went, until they came to a little room which was marked ‘lounge’ in beautiful writing. Inside, it was more finely furnished than Yuugi had seen since leaving his group, and certainly he’d never seen such a nice place in a school, even when the world was still normal, and not apocalyptic. He had a feeling it was due to the very nice lady at the front desk; she probably went out of her way to make sure people had at least one comfortable place to relax in.

Sitting down on a floral printed, plush couch, Yuugi, for the most part, tried to ignore the men he was with. He kept up pleasant conversation when needed, but he didn’t want to screw things up with his sour mood. He was just exhausted. More exhausted than he’d ever been before. Closing his eyes, he laid his head back, deciding that he could get some snoozing in before this ‘Atem’ made it to them. It sounded like the guy was in charge, or something, and if Yuugi was meeting someone so important, he couldn’t afford to be grumpy.

He didn’t let himself fully fall asleep, however. That would have been stupid, considering he was alone in a room with men he didn’t know, nor trust. They seemed to keep looking at him far too much, with expressions that made Yuugi uncomfortable. There was no way he’d let them take advantage of him, or even have the possibility of trying.

eyes are the window to the soul

I COME ALIVE AT THE SLIGHTEST MENTION OF GAJEVY. SO YEah, here’s a fic I wrote based on the latest FT chapter at one in the morning. Ugh, can you believe how much Gajeel’s grown? Like, I’m so proud of him ;-; 

Warning: Gajeel may or may not be OC. Depends on the person.

Hope you guys enjoy!


“It’s not a sin to fall in love… You can’t even arrest someone over that.”

Gajeel’s words ran on repeat in Levy’s mind. After getting over her initial astonishment, she couldn’t help but wonder if there was a hidden innuendo under it. Could he possibly have feelings for anyone? More specially, for her? I mean, he can’t say that and not have experienced it, right?

She shook her head, and puffed out a frustrated breath. This was definitely not the time for that. They were going to war, and she had a reputation to uphold - as a brilliant tactician. Levy will not lose that because of a few words a certain metal-studded brute said.

Well, former brute. Sort of.

Gajeel had changed, slowly but steadily throughout the years. And she felt pride swelling up in her chest knowing she played a part in that. In fact, she felt privileged to have been able to witness his growth.

But Levy was greedy. She wanted more. Heck, she wanted to be more. More than a teammate, more than a friend, more. She wanted to be the first and last thing on his mind when he got up and before he fell asleep. She wanted to consume his thoughts so thoroughly he’d think of no one else, spare his cat, of course. She wanted him to love her back, just as much she loved him.

So deep in her inner musings, Levy hadn’t noticed that the object of her thoughts had walked over, until he gently tugged on her headband. (Gently, he tugged on it gently. Old Gajeel didn’t know gently.)

“Everything alright, Shrimp?” So startled, she let out screech and immediately jerked back.

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the most amazing things (some terrible nights)

Pairings: Olicity & SnowBarry.

Words: ~3,100

Summary: A High School!AU that features Felicity and Barry as adorable BFFs, Caitlin and Barry being a perfect couple and Oliver and Felicity finding out what they really mean to each other.

Notes: This is a HS!AU that has actually very little high school in it but it came to my mind and I could not ignore it, I had to write it down and I hope you all like it. It’s my first Olicity and my first SnowBarry (even thought the Caitlin/Barry is as a side pairing). I have fallen in love with this universe so it’s possible I will be writing more of it.

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“Are you sure it’s not going to end horribly?” Felicity asks her best friend, moving the food on her plate time and time again, not hungry enough to eat anything. The fries, which are normally the only cafeteria  food worth having, have gone cold and the chicken looks very suspiciously not like chicken at all.

“Felicity, why would it go horribly?” Barry is sitting in front of her, still eating even though he’s already on his third serving and he gestures to Felicity’s untouched food asking for permission. Felicity pushes the food towards him and Barry immediately starts eating it. The blonde girl is both horrified by her friend’s manic chewing and jealous of how he doesn’t seem to put on any weight even as much as he eats.

“Because!” Felicity nearly shouts making a few people turn to look at them but they lose interest quickly, used to the quirky girl. “We’re talking about the two of us going on a double date with Caitlin and Oliver. Oliver Queen, Barry!”

The boy chuckles, “You’ve been dating for over a month, Liz, I think you can stop calling him Oliver Queen and just call him Oliver.”

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anonymous asked:

Maybe Killian fucking Emma's breast with his cock or Emma getting off on his stump?

Author’s note: Why not both? This is actually the 50th smutty story in my Long Nights Collection, so yay! Here’s to 50 more! Enjoy!

Also posted: FF.net / AO3

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“Swan?”

Killian tossed his keys on the side table, wondering where Emma could be. She answered his earlier message in the affirmative, assuring him she would be home when he arrived from the library. He spent the day with Belle, just helping out, keeping her company as she did an inventory of her precious books. It had been hard for the brunette in the last few weeks, Killian could see she needed a friendly ear. It was really the least he could do after everything he’d done to her.

Still, he looked forward to going home at the end of the day. Home, where he lived with Emma, his beautiful Swan. It was still new enough to feel exciting, this life he never thought he’d have. He stopped by Granny’s on the way home, fetching some dinner for the pair of them. Henry was with Regina; they had the house to themselves.

“Swan?” he called again.

Still no answer. Brow furrowing, he placed the bag of food on the kitchen table and did a brief sweep of the downstairs. When he found nothing, he mounted the steps, hook held steadily in front of him. He’d survived too long not to be wary of unknown silence. Their bedroom lay in the front of the house, Emma appreciated the view of Storybrooke’s little harbor almost as much as he did. The door was cracked open, odd, but he pushed it open all the same.

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Blissful- I Can Handle It

I decided to extend this story because I love it way too much! Thanks again to the wonderful anon who started the whole thing :)

Part 1

Originally posted by callistawolf

Blissful

I Can Handle It

 It has been 3 months since the now newly engaged couple found out they were about to bring in a precious human being in the world. Once they discovered the news there Felicity begged Oliver to go to Star City to tell their longtime friends the exciting news. After two months of persuasion Oliver and Felicity were on their way to their old home.  

The anxious blonde looked over to her nervous boyfriend, “Shouldn’t I be the nervous one? I mean I’m the one who is pregnant.”

Oliver chuckled softly at his girlfriend attempt to lighten the mood, “I just can’t help but think when Diggle sees me he’ll want to kill me and Thea and Laurel see me they’ll try to convince me to come back.”

Felicity put a comforting hand on Oliver’s lap, “For starters, I don’t think Digg will kill you. Sure, he’ll be mad but not enough to kill you. And if Thea and Laurel try to pressure you into becoming the Arrow again then it’s up to you to be convinced.”

She was right. To be completely honest, Oliver thought there was no way he could be convinced to go back being the green vigilante. He was unsure if he could be Oliver Queen and the Arrow. If he could maintain that balance there would still be the worry that he enemies would put Felicity in danger. Oliver can’t stand the thought of his beloved Felicity hurt because of his double life. Now that she’s carrying the most precious thing on earth there are two lives that could constantly be on the line.

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