and you cry and your tears are made of blood


More and more Quileute tribe members were shifting uncontrollably from human to wolf due to the oncoming mass of vampires. The older members were all helping the cubs understand how to work their new ability without hurting themselves or someone else. Sam was especially adamant on that fact, he didn’t want anyone repeating his mistake.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please write a scenario about gabe defending his timid and kinda small gf from overwatch agents that made her cry? Thank you

“No, Gabe, please-”

Your boyfriend currently had his hand around an agent’s neck, fingers digging into his flesh. Your hand reached out to try and grab Gabriel’s black hoody, only to have toned arms wrap around your waist from behind, stilling you instantly.

“Better let him do it, sweetpea.”

You struggled against the southerner, your hand coming up to brush away droplets from your tear stained, bruised cheek. Blood stained your fingers, wiping them on your skirt. To say you were annoyed at how you weren’t as tall or strong as the other agents was an understatement. It was nice to be embraced and protected by Gabe, but when it came to standing up for yourself it was kind of pathetic.

“Jesse, get off me.”
“(Y/N), you’ll get hurt if go over there ‘nd then Reyes’ll have my behind too.”

A solid thud cut your conversation short as the agent who had been abusing you was now splayed out on the floor, your boyfriend hovering menacingly over him. A group of other, younger agents had grouped around, trying to verbally defend the one on the floor.

“Anyone else?”


“Good. Get this shit outta my sight, and if I so much as hear a breath in (Y/N)’s direction, you’ll all be in the depths of hell before you know it.”

Jesse rest his head on top of yours, a deep sigh coming from his chest.

“C'mon, he’s gonna be in a foul mood.”
“I don’t care.”

You managed to wriggle your way out from your best friend’s grasp, limping slightly over to your boyfriend. Your hand gingerly touched his arm, making him spin around.

“Get her to Ziegler.”

His eyes didn’t meet yours, instead directing themselves over to McCree’s.

“I still need to teach these ingrates a lesson.”

A firm hand grasped around yours, dragging you away from the crowd. You stuttered, trying to say something to Gabe before you went through the doors to Angela’s office.

You were laid down on top of the pristine white sheets, arms crossed over your chest. No matter how many times you had said you were fine, Angela and Jesse would not leave your side until the Blackwatch Commander permmitted them to. The air hung thick with tense awkwardness. Angela was scribbling on her clipboard and Jesse seemed very interested with cleaning his hat. Your eyes were on the door, purple and blue slowly forming in your peripheral vision.

To be fair, you had taken quite a beating from the bastard. He kept on going on about how you got special treatment because you were ‘sleeping with the Blackwatch Commander’, to put it nicely. Your personality meant you’d tried to fight back, only to be given a black eye, cut cheek and lip and a sprained ankle. If Gabriel and Jesse hadn’t come along when they did.. You don’t know. Tears still streamed down your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to stop them. You felt useless. Being in Overwatch and not even able to defend yourself.

You perked up when the doors opened and in walked Gabriel. Both Angela and Jesse stood up sporting strained smiles.

“How is she?”
“Fine. Bruising along the cheekbone, a few cuts here and there and a swollen ankle. Nothing some rest won’t heal.”

Gabriel nodded. The pair took that as their cue to leave, reassuring looks passed in your direcrion.

You uncrossed your arms and fiddled with your fingers, eyes now downcast from his intense gaze. The bed dipped slightly from his weight where he perched, his large hand covering both of yours.

“I’m sorry, Gabe.”
“Why are you sorry? You did nothing.”
“Exactly. I did nothing. I work at Overwatch and I can’t even fight back.”
“That’s because you’re not an agent. You’re my assistant.”
“Still, getting my ass kicked in front of everyone isn’t-”
“(Y/N). What he did was cowardly. It was an easy win for him until I came along.”

You sighed, head drooping down further.

“Let me train you.”

Your head perked up, him now reaching up to caress away a tear.

“If you’re worried, let me train you. I’m not always going to be here to protect you.”

Your eyes looked into his chocolate pools. He wasn’t joking. You nodded hesitantly. He squeezed your hands in reassurance.

“I hate seeing you hurt.”
“I hate being hurt.”

 A gentle kiss was placed on your forehead. He loved you, and you loved him.

7 kisses;

member- yoongi

genre- fluff, smidge of angst, lovey-dovey

words- 1, 818

summary- kisses are a way of showing love, and you and yoongi know that best

a/n- HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HEART, MIN YOONGI. i love him so much :’) it’s also @bangtanshopex‘s (aka tina!) birthday!! go wish her a happy bday ❤ this scenario is also based off of ed sheeran’s song kiss me.  i love ed sheeran, definitely check him out if you haven’t!! his new album is amazing!

Originally posted by sugagifs

settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in 

The night was cool, with the chirping of crickets echoing throughout the room. A gentle breeze flowed through your bedroom window, causing you to shiver slightly as you pulled your comforter closer to your chest.

“You’re too far away,” Yoongi mumbled against his pillow. You felt his cold fingers grab hold of your wrist as he whined. “Come closer.”

With a grin, you rolled over and fit yourself against Yoongi’s body. Warmth immediately encompassed you and you sighed happily. His arm instantly found purchase wrapped around your waist, his hand resting on the small of your back lightly. He hummed in content as he breathed in your scent.

“Did you miss me?” you whispered. Days when your boyfriend was away were always hard, but you cherished the ones when he came back.

He gently dragged his nose across yours, giving you a sweet Eskimo kiss. “Always, my dear.”

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Plus Size || Bangtan Reaction


You were sat on the couch watching BTS’ latest interview, staring at your boyfriend who was seated happily on the screen. It was normal for the two of you now. Whenever he was doing a live broadcast you would sit and wait at home.

The woman on screen was smiling widely as she asked each of the members a question. Once she got to your boyfriend, you felt a smile come across you face.

“So. All the other guys are very vocal about what they look for in a girl, what about you? What’s your ideal girl?”

It was a secret about the two of you being together. The company knew about it and they approved it but they wanted it to stay quiet so that BTS would still be looked at and lusted after to increase sales. You understood this and didn’t object as it helped with their career.

You knew what you were expecting him to say, but the words that came out of his mouth were a shock to you.

“I look for a small girl, someone who I can easily hold in my arms and cradle. She has to be sweet and funny and always make me smile.”

You felt something akin to a gunshot go through your chest as you thought about what he said. You looked down at yourself and noticed what you had been trying to block out. You had never thought being a little bigger had been a bad thing, but as the words left his mouth you realized that maybe you weren’t what he wanted.

The other guys on the screen looked at him with disbelief as the words left his mouth. They knew that who he was describing wasn’t you, and that hurt more than anything.

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I Won't Say It

Requested by an anonymous flubble for their birthday. They wanted an Eleven fic based off of the song “I Won’t Say I’m In Love” and I’m pretty sure I nailed it (I even managed to incorporate some lyrics).

And for those of you wondering why Jack Harkness is here - first of all, Jack Harkness is too good to not be here, and secondly, he’s the best person I could think of to be a sassy singing Greek Muse in a toga whose most pressing interest is matchmaking. (Except for maybe Donna, but I don’t think she’d put up with all this nonsense.)

Also, look at this gif. Look at those lips. Just look at the lips. Look at them.

“I’m not doing this with you, Jack.”

“Like you have anything better to do than me.”

You glared at Jack Harkness, Captain of the Innuendo Squad, and wondered how long it would be before Jack got distracted by something shiny and ran off. That’s basically what he did last time. Alright, so last time, the “something shiny” had been a blue alien woman in very revealing clothing (what she was revealing, you weren’t sure, but that was not one bit human at all), but the point stood that Jack could be distracted from this current line of discussion. But, considering the lack of revealing aliens in this situation and how intent Jack seemed to be on having this conversation, you doubted it would happen like that again anytime soon. Shame.

“You’re disgusting,” you said plainly, playfully tossing a grape at him so he would know you weren’t quite as angry as you sounded. He leaned back and caught it in his mouth.

“You love it," Jack said around the grape. He chewed it with a smirk on his face.

You picked up another grape and stuck it in your own mouth. "No. And we’re not talking about this.”

“Oh, so we’re not talking about your very mature, reasonable crush on a really sexy Time Lo-”

“No, we’re not!” you snapped. Now you were angry. Or at least very, very frustrated.

This conversation happened a lot. Every time the Doctor left you and Jack alone in the TARDIS (which the Doctor seemed a little uncomfortable with because he always tried to take you with him and leave Jack behind, but you and Jack weren’t having any of that), Jack hounded you about your ‘crush’ on the Doctor. It wasn’t a crush, though, and you knew that, and you were pretty sure that Jack knew it too, which was why he was pushing it so hard. Because it was more than a crush, way more, and Jack wanted you to say it.

“And we’re not talking about it,” you continued, angrily chomping down on another grape, "because there’s nothing to talk about.“

"Who d'ya think you’re kiddin’?” Jack drawled. “You like him…”

You rolled your eyes. “What are you, four?”

“Nah. I’m six, at least.” Jack gave you that grin, the you-can’t-hate-me-because-I’m-so-cute-and-sinful grin, trying to take the edge off of the conversation. It didn’t work. "Honey, I think the world of you, but this is ridiculous. You love the Doctor. Can’t you face it like a grown-up?“

Hurt stung you. He hadn’t actually said anything offensive, but there had been a veiled accusation of immaturity there, and you couldn’t defend yourself and tell him that it wasn’t like that, not without saying exactly what you didn’t want to say. So instead, you said:

"Get off my case, Jack, would you?”

Jack scoffed irritably. Jack rarely got angry, as far as you had seen, but this was obviously getting to him. You didn’t want to see what an angry Jack was like, but you weren’t going to give in just because he got huffy. There was no good reason for him to get to bully you like this and you weren’t about to let him do it, either.

The grapes were left forgotten on the granite countertop of the island in the TARDIS’s oddly compact kitchen. You had stood up in an effort to regain the upper hand by making yourself taller than Jack, but Jack was leaning forward in his seat, halfway to standing up himself. Oh, he wasn’t going to turn this into an actual fight, was he? You had never fought with him. Why did he have to push this?

“You can’t keep denying this. It’s unhealthy,” Jack hissed. “You’re too proud to say it and you’re making yourself miserable.”

“Oh, please.” You put as much biting sarcasm into your voice as you could, trying to stave back the sting that was making your eyes water. You were going to cry. You didn’t want to cry, not in front of Jack or in front of anybody, but especially not in an argument like this.

“You love him.”

“No way. Nuh-uh.”

“And he loves you too!”

Now that was taking it too far. That hurt.

Jack!” you snapped. A single hot tear welled over and made a scorching path down your cheek. You aggressively wiped it away, trying to save face despite your complete loss of control.

You knew your face was red - you could feel the heat of blood rushing up to your face. Your ears were hot and your mouth felt full of cotton. You weren’t sure how this had escalated so quickly, and maybe it wouldn’t have under normal circumstances, and maybe you wouldn’t have let tears fall so easily, but this was a wound that had been festering for years and Jack had poked at it in all the ways that hurt the worst.

Jack stared at you, stunned by the way you had broken so quickly. He didn’t know what to do - he knew that you needed to face up to this, but he hadn’t realized that it was so bad that you would… well, this. He had never made you cry, not once in all the years since you had met. The Doctor, who could sometimes be extraordinarily insensitive, had made you cry multiple times, and Jack had never failed to give the Doctor hell for it, but this wasn’t the Doctor. This was him. Jack had made you cry, and he didn’t know what to do about.

“I-” He swallowed, trying to find the words. He stood up from his seat, slowly moving to comfort you. “Aw, Sweetie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

“Just stop, Jack. Okay?” You shuffled towards the sink, purposefully out of Jack’s reach. "Just stop.“

You grabbed a scrubbing brush and began to clean dishes that had been left to soak in soapy water. The TARDIS could do he own dishes very well and didn’t mind doing them, but you liked to extend her the courtesy of doing it yourself. Not to mention it was a good distraction. With your back to Jack, you couldn’t see him and he wasn’t saying anything.

Finally, you heard the scrape of a chair and the quick footsteps of Jack making his escape from the kitchen. You sighed in relief even as another traitorous tear slipped from your blotchy cheek and into the sudsy water. You looked at your murky reflection. Your eyes were already red and puffy, just for two little tears, and your cheeks were terribly flushed.

"Get a grip, girl,” you told your reflection, and then you splashed it away with frothy suds and a tea-stained mug.

Since bringing Jack back onto the TARDIS, the Doctor had been torn about the decision. On one hand, he really liked Jack and was glad to have the man back. On the other hand, you really liked Jack and Jack really liked you and that meant that the Doctor didn’t get you all to himself anymore, which he didn’t like. Since finding you, he hadn’t really bothered bringing other companions aboard for very long, mostly because he liked it best when it was just the two of you, as it should be. But on the other hand, Jack was sort of a good security measure. The Doctor wasn’t a fool - he had lost companions before and he wasn’t so arrogant as to think that he wasn’t in danger of losing one again. Jack was like extra security for you, which was good. But on the other hand, you were spending more time with just Jack when the Doctor wasn’t around, and that made the Doctor terribly nervous, because Jack was handsome and charming and tempting and romantic and a man and you were- were- well, he was a boy and you were a girl and the Doctor didn’t like what his brain came up with when he wondered what went on when you two were alone together. But on the other hand, Jack was trustworthy and the Doctor knew that you were safe with the captain. But on the other hand, you had very pretty lips, and Jack couldn’t resist a set of pretty lips, and the Doctor couldn’t recall seeing you kiss anyone ever in all your travels, so perhaps you were letting Jack kiss you, just because humans got lonely without kisses. But on the other hand-

Oh, goodness, that was more than enough hands. That was at least six hands and he didn’t have nearly enough, even if he used his feet.

But the point was, in the end, that even though the Doctor knew that you were quite safe with Jack, the Doctor hated leaving you with him, because the Doctor would spend his outings thinking of Jack kissing you and you kissing Jack, and the very idea of it made him feel frantic. So he would do whatever errands he needed to do and then scurry back to the TARDIS as quickly as he could, often entertaining the thought that, maybe, if he asked nicely, you would get your kisses from him instead of Jack. The Doctor was lonely too, after all, and it seemed more than fair to him that if you were both lonely, you could be unlonely together. Jack could and would get his kisses from just about anyone else in the universe. The only person who the Doctor wanted was you. Wouldn’t it be fair for you and the Doctor to be together while Jack had the rest of the universe? Yes, that was perfectly fair.

This, of course, was all very ridiculous, and the Doctor knew it.

He had no proof, or even the barest bit of evidence, that you and Jack were anything other than good friends. And he wasn’t so silly as to think that he could just ask you for a kiss, or that he could woo you like a Gallifreyan might, but it was a beautiful fantasy that he liked to entertain. And it was true that humans got lonely. Your species was meant to be in pairs. There were some of you who didn’t need it or want it for some reason or another, but the majority of human beings were much better off when they were in pairs. Romantic pairs, that is, and devout pairs, not the casual sort. And you didn’t weren’t part of a pair, which meant that you could have all the friends in the world, but that would not stop you from feeling that loneliness. The Doctor empathized, to a degree - Gallifreyans didn’t feel that pressing urge to find a bond-mate until much later in their lives (the second puberty, if you will), so the Doctor had gotten through many of his regenerations with some curiosity towards the idea but no sense of loneliness or hurt in his lack of partner. Then he had hit the age when that changed, and since then, there had been a terrible gap that he wanted someone to fill. That he wanted you to fill, if he could have his pick, but he doubted you would agree. So, knowing what it felt like, to be missing the other half of something so dear and yet not knowing how to find it… the Doctor couldn’t find it within himself to be angry or blame you at all if you were interested in Jack

The Doctor opened the door to the TARDIS, arguing with himself over whether or not to find you immediately or leave you in peace with Jack. As it turned out, there was no answer to that debate, because Jack was sitting in the console room, looking awful, and you were nowhere to be seen.

Jack looked up at the Doctor with an odd expression on his face. The Doctor stared back even as he shut the TARDIS door behind him.

“… Jack…?” the Doctor ventured to say. “What’s the matter with you, eh?”

Jack grimaced. “I screwed up, Doc.”

The Doctor blinked in surprise. Jack wasn’t terribly proud, not compared to many of the Doctor’s other companions, but rarely admitted to failure before he was absolutely sure that he couldn’t fix his mistake or at least give another attempt to do better. 'I screwed up’ were not words to be heard from Jack Harkness’s mouth.

“What happened?” asked the Doctor, dreading the answer.

“It was…” Jack sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I was just trying to get her to admit it to herself, y'know? It’s been hurting her. I can tell. I thought that if she could say it in front of me, maybe she could tell you, and then you’d both stop dancing around it like it’s not there… you two would be so perfect, and you don’t even…”

The Doctor’s nose wrinkled in confusion. “Jack, what are you talkin’ about?”

Jack scoffed. “Both of you are hopelessly oblivious. Doc, she loves you.”

No. No, no, not this. Jack wouldn’t pull such a cruel joke.

“I mean, she really loves you. She is in love with you. She has been for ages. Maybe even before I met you guys. I dunno.”

Stop. Stop, it hurts. Don’t lie. Don’t tease. It hurts.

Then Jack sighed again, heavily, and pursed his lips. “I tried, and I screwed it up. She got upset. Cried. I’ve never made her cry before, Doctor. And what did you do that has her so convinced that you don’t love her, huh?”

I never said anything. Actions speak louder that words, but I never kissed her, either, and I never gave her a flower or shiny thing or a note full of love words. What I’ve done for her, she could logic away to concern and friendship and the protection of a companion. I never said that I love her in straight words or unquestionable actions. How was she to know?

“Where is she?” the Doctor asked when he finally regained his voice.

“Kitchen,” Jack grunted.

You furiously scrubbed away at a pan that you had already scrubbed twice. You were soaked all down the front of your shirt from splashing yourself. There were suds on your face that itched and your fingers were starting to prune, but you didn’t care. You were too upset to care. You usually knew better than to take anything Jack said too seriously, but this time, that was impossible.


You paused. When had the Doctor gotten back? “Hey, Doctor. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I love you.”

The pan you were scrubbing slipped from your grip and splashed loudly into the sudsy water in the sink. You turned around so that you could face the Doctor, scrubbing-brush still clenched in your hand.

“I love you,” the Doctor repeated, green eyes large and pleading, "and I… I know that I’ve never said anything about it, or shown you how I care, and I’m sorry. I was… scared. I haven’t, I mean, felt this way, not since… well, Rose, really, but this isn’t about Rose. It’s about you. And me, but mostly you. Or, um, us. Because Jack said, and I- I- I want… I want what he said.“

You swallowed, trying to make your voice come out steady: "And what… did Jack say, that you want?”

“That you love me,” the Doctor whispered, stepping closer to you, “and that we would be perfect.”

“I bet we would be,” you agreed, and the Doctor’s eyes lit up.

“I was thinking the exact same thing!” he exclaimed, and he swept you up for a kiss, soapy clothes and pruned fingers and all.

If I Die Young

Originally posted by juddxdunkelheit

Pairing: Alex Standall x Reader

Summary: (Y/N) finding out that Alex committed suicide.

Word count: 1.828

Posted: 01st of May 2017

A/NThis is my 50th imagine, since the day I’ve started, on the 22nd of February, and I wanted to post my favourite imagine, so far. I was listening to the song and an imagine inspiration came into my mind. This made me cry so much, I wonder why I keep on doing this to myself. Anyways, I may post a part two of this imagine! Keep an eye out! 
If you have some Alex requests, feel free to send some in. Thank you so much, guys!

P.S.: (SPOILER!) Before you attack me, I would like to clarify that I think that Alex committed suicide and he wasn’t  shot by Tyler. I mean, he had different signs to show that he was suicidal and I don’t want to be attacked for my own opinion. Thank you.

- G. x

Warning: Mentions committing suicide/shooting, blood, possible death, swearing.

“What did Alex do?! No, I know Alex and he wouldn’t do it!” You shouted while talking to Alex’s dad through the phone. You respected him, but you were shocked for the news that he had in store. “Tell me that he really didn’t do it! Tell me, please!” You hysterically shouted inside of your car as your tears slowly streamed down your face.

“I…” His dad was speechless. He couldn’t believe that his son had the courage to do something like that. He didn’t know what to say, because he was shocked too.

“Alex needs me, I am on my way.” You bit your lower lip as you ended the phone call and threw your phone on the passenger’s seat beside you. “Fuck, Standall!” You hit your steering wheel many times as you cried loudly and uncontrollably on it.

You were scared and heartbroken at the same time. How could Alex ever think of doing that certain thing? He knew that you were still by his side, but why did he leave you? Scratch that, he would never leave you, the right question was why did he choose to do that?

“Alex Standall, please.” You impatiently asked at the nurse for his room at the reception hall. You still had tear stains on your cheeks and you were still hiccupping for pouring your heart out.

“Only the relatives can visit the patient.” The nurse strictly said even though she saw that you were desperate to see Alex. You clenched your teeth as you were trying to stay calm. “Sorry.”

“I am his fucking best friend, so let me in!” You lost your control, because of the thought that you could lose Alex at any moment. “Damn it, that guy was my life and he shot himself in the head, he needs his best friend right now. He fucking needs me right now and you wouldn’t let me in! How can you be so fucking selfish!” You poured your anger and you blamed the nurse for what you were feeling at that moment.

You surely were making a scene and you got some dirty and some pitiful looks from the people that stayed there, but you didn’t care. You wanted to see your best friend and you demanded to see him.

“Security at the reception hall please.” She severely said as she contacted the guards using the phone on her desk. You shot her a death glare as you thought how uncompassionate and callous she was.

“No need, she’s with me.” A deep voice was heard behind you and it revealed you Alex’s dad. “She’s part of the family.” You felt relieved for that and you had your hopes up for a little bit.

“Officer Standall!” You tightly hugged him and he hugged you back. You felt tears still streaming down your face and you broke the hug so his uniform wouldn’t be stained by your tears. “Thank you for being heartless!” You spat those words as if they were venom in your mouth. You didn’t mean to be rude, but you were desperate and the thought of having your best friend in a hospital room terrified you even more.

“C'mon!” He pressed his lips on your temple to give you kiss. He considered you as his daughter and seeing you like that broke his heart even more.

You both walked through the hospital halls with a heavy heart. You were afraid to know if Alex was fine, if he would survive, but you were convinced that he would. In fact, you were already thinking of how you would slap him silly when he’s gotten out of that redundant place. You were thinking of how you would scold him, of how you would take care of him, of how you would tell him that you loved him so much.

“Go on.” Officer Standall encouraged you as he let you enter Alex’s room. You slowly nodded while turning the doorknob to open it.

“Alex.” You murmured to yourself as you saw your best friend lying on a hospital bed. There were uncountable wires attached to his body and your heart sank as you hated him for that short moment. How could he appear that calm when you were being desperate and frantic? “Lex, please wake up.”

You walked near his bed and you took a seat on the chair beside it. You wandered your eyes around the room and everything was white: the walls, the bedsheets, the window curtains. Everything.

“Lex, I am here now.” You grabbed his right hand, luckily that his dextrose was attached on his other hand. “Wake up, stop joking because I am clearly not.”

There was silence in the room, the only thing that could be heard was your soft sobs and the heart monitor that kept on beeping as it flashed Alex’s poor heart rates.

“Alex, I can’t accept this. We aren’t kids anymore, stop playing our old games.” You harshly tortured your bottom lip as you prevented yourself from crying.

You remembered how Alex used to pretend that he was asleep whenever his parents would arrive home and you were his partner in crime. You would play jokes on his brother too, scaring him to death when Alex pretended that he was a zombie.

“Standall, it’s okay if you don’t wake up right now, but please hold on.” You tightened your grip on his hand as tears started to wet your hands. “I am sorry for letting this to happen. I am sorry because I didn’t cheer you up enough, I am sorry because I wasn’t able to make you feel better after those fucking tapes.”

You looked at Alex and you admired his angelic and peaceful face. He had a bandage wrapped around his head with a big blood stain on it. Some of his platinum blonde hair was covered with blood and it made you cry even more.

“Lex, remember the last time you made me cry like this?” You asked him even though you knew that he wouldn’t respond. “Yes, that was during our first and last fight. Alex, you humiliated me in public because I let Montgomery kiss me. Yup, that asshole. I accepted that, but I wouldn’t accept this. You are making me cry and this is the worst reason that you could ever come up to.”

You looked at his pale lips and you thought of how much you preferred those lips than Montgomery’s.

“Standall, you are my best friend because you are you and you never failed to make me laugh. You even made fun of yourself in public when I was so down for a low grade.” You smiled as you remembered those things, still feeling hot tears running down your cheeks. “You even let yourself get beaten up for me.” You shook your head.

“I love defending you!” Alex exclaimed as you were scolding him for getting his ass beaten up.

“You didn’t have to do that, silly!” You smiled at him as you were curing the scars and the wounds.

“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.” Alex has said as he dealt with the stinging feeling of the disinfectant. “You know that I would catch a bullet for you, right?”

“Ha! Funny, right?” You sarcastically laughed. “You caught a bullet, but not for me.” You caressed his unanimated hand with your thumb. “I didn’t want for you to catch a bullet for me! I wanted for you to stay beside me, forever and always.”

You appreciated the heat that his hand was emanating and you felt safe, even though you were so scared.

“Little did we both know that I fell in love with you, I fell in love with that contagious and funny laugh of yours, with that broken smile and your dimples. I loved your platinum hair, even though I teased you a lot because of it. I love everything about you, but, mostly,” You confessed and you knew that he could hear you. “I love you, Alex Standall.” You stood up to give a sweet and soft kiss on his pale lips.

You admired his peaceful face once again and smiled.

“I am waiting for you, okay?” You whispered to him and you caressed his hand again. He squeezed your hand and it gave you hope somehow. “Please, don’t go.”

You were about to let go of his hand to call the doctors, but your world was destroyed and it turned upside down as you heard the flatline sound of the heart monitor. Your heart stopped together with his and you fell back on your sit, tears uncontrollably flowing like a river.

“Fuck, Alex!” You couldn’t believe of the happening and you panicked as you gripped on his hand even tighter, tears burnt your red cheeks. “Alex, don’t leave me! Alex! Please don’t!”

“Excuse us, ma'am!” You didn’t hear that the nurses entered his room and you were suddenly pulled away. “Ma'am, please.” The nurses slightly shouted since it seemed like you couldn’t hear them.

“Alex!” You shouted as they forced you to let Alex’s hand go. “Alex, fight! Please!”

“It will be alright.” Those words were the last words you heard from the nurses that night. They left you on the hallway as they did their work inside the room. You saw Alex’s dad with his brother, they were both crying and mourning.

You leant on the white and candid wall behind you as you sobbed, letting your body fall on the ground. You couldn’t understand anything around you as you suddenly saw Alex’s figure across the hall, looking at you and smiling.

And I’ll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom, I’m as green as the ring on my little cold finger.” You sang together with Alex while he was playing his guitar at your school’s music room.

I’ve never known the lovin’ of a man, but it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand, there’s a boy here in town says he’ll love me forever, who would have thought forever could be severed by.” You sang as you were sobbing loudly. You couldn’t continue the song, so you let the music flow as people cried and felt sorry for you.

“(Y/N).” Zach rubbed your back as he tried to comfort you.

“It was for you, Lex, although you promised me that you were the one who would’ve sang it at my funeral.” You said as your voice cracked and your heart broke even more. “Unfair.”

“I promise that I will sing that to you at your funeral.” Alex promised as you did your pinky promise and he unleashed a deep sigh because he already knew that he would’ve taken away his life soon, sad to break his promise.

That night, when the nurses have told you that everything will be alright, you already knew that you lost Alex, you knew that you lost the most important person in your life.

BTS reaction when they see their gf is self-harming

anon: we got the BTS Reaction of when they found out that their GF struggling with self harm but can we get one when they walk in a room and see them cutting themselves           

Trigger warning: mention of self harm

BTS reaction to conffesion about struggling with self-harm

Tbh I’ve never do things like cutting myself or something similiar so requests like this are somehow hard for me. I don’t want any one to be hurt because of things which I write. So please don’t take it too deeply and if someone have any contraindications let me know. I hope that people who are struggling with self-harming will find happines in their lifes and stop doing this. ;-;


Originally posted by syubbie

He saw your scars on your wirst 2 weeks ago but when he asked you about this you told him that you stopped huring yourself. Still he was worried and thinking about you all day. When he backed from shopping, he saw that scissors are missing. Black thoughts show up in his mind. He started to looking for you to find his love in bath looking at this scissors. He came in time before you did something to yourself. When you saw him you started to crying. Jin came to you, kissed your forehead and hug you tight. He gave you to cry in his shoulders how much you want. Single tear fall from his eyes too. He would try to convince you how special you’re and give you some self-confidence

“I love you jagi. You’re the most precious, beautiful and kind-hearted person that I know. You don’t deserve to do this to you. Next time please come to me”


Originally posted by myloveseokjin

View of blood in kitchen made his heart stopped. He would find you in the corner of your room, making more cuts on your wirts. Yoongi would yell your name and come to you to take from you   knife and take you to bathroom to take care of your cuts. He wouldn’t say anything which make you even more crying, you wanted him to yell at you or make a big deal of this. The truth is that he was lost in his mind. He felt frustrated, hurt, angry, shattered in same time. The only thing that he was sure then its that he need to help you and watch you carefuly.

“If you will feel like doing this again, please at first call to me. Don’t do this again, Y/n. I’m begging you.”


Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

When you don’t pick up the phone and you don’t answer to his messages he started to have bad minds. He knew that you used to self-harm. Hobi rush to your apartament. When he walk into bathroom seeing you with knife, he would quickly take it from you and started to crying. JHope would hug you to comfort you and him at the same time. His tears don’t want to stop. He would stay like this with you till both of you will be more calm. After that you two will have long and full of tears conversation. Hobi would take everything deeply to his heart and still thinking that it’s his fault that he doesn’t notice how much pain  you are hiding.

“Why are you doing this to me? And to you? What did I do wrong? How can I help you? Please, say something to me! Y/n, I love you so much.”


Originally posted by bangtanboys-official

Problems in shool, with parents, fans, friends. It was enought for you. You wanted to de-stress. After school you took your razor and go to the bathroom with tears slowly falling from your eyes. Namjoon was in your apartment and you didn’t notice him. He take your wirst before you even get to bathroom. Pain was painted on his face. He took you to bedroom and start a serious talk with you. Tears don’t want to stop falling so he hug you, trying to wipe your eyes and comforts you. He was talking with the most soft voice ever. He wanted to know why you didn’t tell him about your problems and minds. Jonnie want you to know that you don’t have to deal with everything alone.

“I know that sometimes life is giving us a lot of pain. But around you are people who loves you and want to help you. You have me. You’re not alone, Y/n”.


Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You were receiving hate messages from Jimins’ “fans”.  Jimin thought that he dump every letter before you can notice. His bad. You saw some of them and it depressed you. “Why he choose you? You’re nothing. He deserve someone better. You should die!” It was enough. In past you had a problem with self harming and now you feel like you need this. Jimin come back home earlier to make a surprise for you. But when he hear that you’re crying and letters on the table, he quickly reach to the bathroom and took razor blade from you. Fear in his eyes and the worst scenarios in his head.  He don’t want to lose you. He would assure you in this and would make steps to stop your self harmig once and forever. Jimin would also try to do everything to his fans stop hating you and sending you this hate letters.

“I can’t lose you okay? You are important. You’re mine, Y/n. We’ll go through this together. You’re strong and I know that you can stop yourself from self-harming.”


Originally posted by donewithjeon

Weirdo Tae would disappear and serious Taehyung will show. Seeing your wirst all in blood and you with a razor would make him in daze. Quickly taking razor from you, take charge of you and your new sores. You were crying the whole time. When Tae finished and turn to you, you could see how worried he is and dissapointed. He was dissapointed but in him. He didn’t notice anything and when he was all happy and bubbly, you suffered with problems. He wanted to make sure that you’ll talk to him next time and give you small talk about how you can lean on him and that he is always here for you.

“What’ll you do if you’ll see me in the same situantion? Maybe you want me to do this with you? I know that you don’t want to. So please don’t do this to yourslef anymore. I’m here for you.”


Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

He would feel lost. First of all like everyone would take sharp thing away from you. Second-take care of your cuts. He wanted to talk with you about this but not knowing how to begin this. Jungkookie would kiss your old scars and new cuts maybe wondering that they’ll disappear. When you felt asleep he would go to the salon and give his feelings to get out. He may be softly cry but not to much. Like sobbing.  It would be take him a while to pick up the pieces of his broken heart. Next day in your kitchen, bathroom-anywhere, won’t be anything sharp for your safety. He would try to talk with you the best how he can and comforts you.

“Why do you do this to yourself? It hurts me when I see you in pain and yesterday I felt like dying from worring about you.I love you, Y/n. Please don’t do this to yourself  anymore.”

Never Alone (Negan x Reader)

A/N: Third and last part to Alone and Not Alone 

Summary: You and Negan are together. Could it be true love? And can it really last forever?

Warnings: OOC Negan, Caring and Loving Negan, Angst, Smut, Fluff, Death. 

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It was probably a bad idea from the start, but the more time that past, the harder it was to get rid of the addiction that was Negan. There was a way about him, something that pulled you in and there was no escaping the darkness surrounding him once you started drowning in his aura.

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Mistakes || Jeon Jungkook (PT. 1)

Word Count: 2.1k

Genre: Angst

I thought you might want to see this.

The words rung out in your head on repeat. You remembered the exact moment Chae Ri had told you. It had been a couple weeks ago, while he had been away on tour.

She had knocked on the apartment door, and you had welcomed her in with open arms, expecting her for your weekly movie night. What you had not expected was for her to pull out her phone and show you a picture of him, with another girl.

It had been taken by someone who had been out the same night as them, only to be posted the next day and it soon made it’s way all over social media. It was on every platform and you couldn’t go anywhere without seeing it.  

You tried to push the image out of your mind, laying in the empty bed. Your attention was brought to the empty sheets beside you where the body was missing. The warmth that had been promised taken away by a too long flight.

There was a loneliness that you were unable to shake off. It was clingy onto your bones, weighing you down and causing your thoughts to run rampant. What was supposed to be a night for you to remember the way it felt to be with another, became a night for you to be reminded of his absence.

Your breath came in shaky and your lungs felt ready to collapse. Evey feeling, every sound, seemed tripled by the empty bedside. Where another body once laid, you wondered if he would ever return.

The picture seemed innocent enough at first, one you would have approved of at first. He had been polite to the girl, or she could have tripped and someone caught the photo at the wrong time. The girl was sat in his lap, looking happy with her position on him.

It wasn’t until you were alone that night, staring at the image in bed that you recognized the white knuckles and the harsh grip on her hips. He had pulled her down and we holding her there.

The girl hadn’t objected, returning the lust-filled gaze he gave her. He did it knowingly, knowing you would see it, knowing that it would ruin you. Your imagination ran rampant with the thoughts of what happened after the photo had been taken.

Jungkook had cheated on you.

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|| Flower Petals ||

[prompt: hanahaki disease, where when you suffer from an unrequited love, you throw up flower petals.]

{summary: “before i die, then at least let me die knowing the taste of your lips against mine.”}

warnings: angst

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


You had to excuse yourself from class when you felt the petals clog your throat, making it difficult for you to breathe as the flowers that grew in your lungs slowly began to suffocate you.

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The White Owl (Newt Scamander x Reader)

Prompt: In which the reader turns into an owl and Newt is absolutely oblivious.  Also includes a sassy!Frank.

Word Count: 3111

A/N: I wrote this entirely to spite my sister who is taking forever on writing her Newt x reader.

I first met him when the Goldstein sisters invited him over.  Now, I was his assistant.  He took me in when he started writing his book and became so busy with it that he needed help with his creatures.

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Don’t leave me

Word count: 2036

Kai gets hurt in a fight

Another fight went by. Another tough fight for what’s right and for safety for all the people in Mystic Falls and for your and all of your friends’ safety, but nost importantly, for Kai. He was the love of your life, your soulmate and you couldn’t imagine your life without him. You were a witch that helped him with his powers and vice versa. He was always there for you, when you were sad, he would cheer you up in a goofy way, but you loved it. He was the only one who could make you smile again after everything you’ve been through and maybe that’s why you trusted him so much.

Everyone wss celebrating and agreed to go to the Mystic Grill to celebrate with a couple of drinks and you couldn’t hide a huge smile from your face, because that seemed like a wonderful idea. You hugged Bonnie and chuckled, but you kept looking around, wanting to hug Kai and celebrate with him. Every second that passed and you couldn’t find him, a smile was fading away slowly.

‘Where’s Kai?’ You asked and kept looking around, Kai nowhere to be seen. Your breathing became shallow and faster, you heart beating so fast as if it was ready to jump out of your chest

'I’m sure he’s around somewhere. Maybe he’s already at the Grill waiting for us.’ Stefan said and chuckled, putting his arm around Caroline as they all walked towards the Grill. Maybe Stefan was right. Maybe Kai was already there and wanted to surprise you. Damon placed his arm around you, his hand hanging from your shoulder and something inside you told you to look behind. You removed Damon’s arm from your shoulder and turned around, your eyes finding someone laying on the street. Your heart stopped at the sight, as you were standing frozen. The only thing you could see was a black sillhouette but you immediately knew it was Kai.

'Kai!’ You screamed out as loud as you could and started running towards him, making everyone around you turn around and follow you. Once you came closer, he was covered in blood, a stake shoved deeply into his chest, a small pool of blood around him becoming bigger with each second.

'Kai! Kai’ you cried out his name, tears forming in your eyes as you placed your hands around the stake and put a pressure on it, trying to stop him from bleeding out even more. 'You’re going to be fine, ok? You’ll be just fine! You’re not going to die!’ Tears kept falling down your cheeks an onto the cold street, blood around Kai staining your jeans. Your hands were covered in his blood, but you refused to move or let go.

'I’m- I’m sorry.’ He stuttered and looked at you, his hand grabbing onto your hand tightly.

'Shh, don’t talk, ok?’ You muttered and looked at Kai, blood covering your hands, making you cry even more. You couldn’t stop the tears from falling down. You’ve never been that scared in your life and your biggest fear was losing Kai and seeing him like that made has awoken your biggest fear.

'I’m not going to make it. You need to know something.’ He whispered, his hand still placed on your arm, his grip a lot lighter than before. You closed your eyes for a few second and took a deep breath, trying to suppress your cryind and trying to be strong, but on the inside, you were falling spart.

'I can use my magic to heal you, I can do it, just let me-’

'Don’t do it. You have to let me go. We had a great time together, but I have to go.’ He showed you a weak smile and closed his eyes for a brief second, your crying becoming clearer to the sight.

'No, no! I won’t let you go. You can’t leave now, do you understand? You can’t leave me- I- I need you, Kai. You’re everything to me.’ You cried out and leaned down, your forehead pressed on his, your eyes closed as you felt his hot breath on your lips.

'He doesn’t have much time! Let me take him to the hospital with Damon where they can help him!’ Caroline ordered.

'We’ll see eachother again. You’ll be ok, I know that.’ You kissed his lips gently and stood up as Caroline and Damon ran quickly towards the hospital. You stood there frozen in one place, holding your hands out in front of your body. You looked down and saw them completely covered in Kai’ s blood, dripping down on the street.

'Hey, I know that he’ll be fine. He always makes it so you have nothing to worry abou, ok?’ Bonnie told you, standing in front of you, her hands firmly pressing your shoulders, but you didn’t hear a thing. You kept looking into one direction, thinking of Kai’s body laying helplessly on the cold street. 'Do you hear me? Hey!’ You finally snapped out of it and wiped your hands as much as you could on your already blood stained jeans, a single tear streaming down your face.

'We have to- we have to go! I- I have to go!’ You stated and started running towards the hospital, warm breeze gently caressing your cheeks, your hands now stained with a dried up blood. You ran into the hospital swiftly, walking fast and looking for Kai. You walked into a narrow, well lit up hallway and saw Damon pacing around it with his arms crossed and Caroline sitting on one of the chairs, leaned down, her hands covering her face.

'Damon!’ You said and ran towards him, his arms wrapping around you for a quicky hug.

'Where is he? Is he- Is he ok?’ You asked, your voice cracking on the last word.

'He’s in surgery now. We don’t know anything, except that he’s lost a lot of blood.’ Damon trailed off as you ran you fingers through your hair and took a deep breath, your heart still beating faster than usual.

'But, he’s going to make it, right? He has to, I-’ you swallowed hard, Damon’s arms wrapping around you as you sobbed into his chest, his hand caressing the back of your head gently.

'Of course he will. He’s strong and you know it. I just don’t understand why didn’t he want me to help him. I could’ve given him some of my blood and by now he would be healed.’ Damon muttered as you pulled away, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You sighed deeply and sat down, your fingers running through your hair.

'You know how stubborn he is. He’s always like that and it’s driving me crazy.’ You trailed off and looked down at your feet.

'Good evening. Are you Malachai Parker’s family?’ You heard a male voice and lifted your head up, doctor standing in front of you. You quickly stood up and took a few steps closer.

'I’m his girlfriend. Is he alright?’ You asked, fear in your voice.

'He’s stable. He’s lost a lot of blood and if he was stabbed only a few more inches to the left, he would be dead, but we managed to save him. He needs a lot of rest and nurses will be monitoring him 24/7. He’s in good hands.’ Doctor stated, a touch of relief traveling through your body as you took a deep breath and sighed, a smile appearing on your face, knowing that Kai was ok.

'Can I- can I see him?’ You asked, your voice quiet and weak.

'You can but not for long. He-’

'Please. I need to see him. I need to see that he’s ok. Please.’

Doctor sighed and after a few moments he agreed to it and led you to the room Kai was in. You quietly walked in and closed the door behind you, a single light burning slightly in the room. As soon as you walked in, your eyes were glue to Kai, laying on that bed, with monitor beeping next to him. You placed a hand on your mouth, trying to suppress your crying as you sat down on the chair that was placed next to the bed, your hand placing gently on top of Kai’s. A single tear rolled down your cheek but you quickly wiped it away.

'Hey’ you whispered, your voice cracking. 'Just come back to me, ok? That’s everything I want.’ You leaned down and gave a gentle kiss on the back of his hand, your thumb gently caressing it.

You spent hours sitting next to him, watching his breathing and watching his heartbeat on the monitor.
Three days went by and you were still next to him. Damon, Caroline, Bonnie, all of them tried to persuade you to go home, get some rest, but you refused. You wanted to be next to him when he wakes up. You slept on the couch that was in the room, covering yourself with a small blanket that only covered half of your body, but you didn’t mind. As long as it meant that you were next to Kai, you were fine.

Your fingers were intertwined with his fingers as you ran your fingers through his hair and gently kissed his forehead when you felt a slight grip on your hand. You instantly looked down and then looked at Kai who was slowly opening his eyes. Your eyes went wide and a huge smile flashed across your face. You quickly ran out of the room and called the doctor to check on him. He was stable and he wasn’t in life danger anymore. Doctor informed you about everything and left you alone with him again as you couldn’t let his hand go.

'Hey.’ You said gently and sat on the chair next to his bed.

'Hey.’ He murmured.

'How are you feeling?’

'Like I was hit by a bus. Everything hurts.’ Kai whispered and showed you a weak smile that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn’t contain the happiness that was traveling through your body. Out of nowhere, a few tears rolled down your cheeks and fell down on the bed, Kai’s gaze locked on you.

'Hey, don’t cry. I’ll be alright.’ He said and caressed your hand with his thumb.

'I know, I’m just- happy to see those beautiful eyes of yours and your smile again. I thought I had lost you.’ you stuttered and wiped your tears away.

'You know I’ll always come back to you. Remember that. I wouldn’t leave you just like that.’

'Why didn’t you want Damon’s blood to heal you?’ You asked him, worry obvious on your face.

'Because I love when you take care of me.’ He winked at you, making you chuckle. Even in his state, he was still making jokes.

'You could have died.’

'But I didn’t. I’m still here and if it would make you feel better, I will let Damon feed me his blood so we can be crazy like before.’ He said jokingly as you playfully slapped his hand. He winced and muttered a quiet ’ow’ making your eyes wide.

'Omg I’m so sorry, I-’

'I’m kidding.’ He laughed lightly, but stopped because of the awful pain in his chest.

'You idiot. You scared the hell out of me.’

'I know, but you know I have to tease you a little bit.’

'I know.’

'Come here.’ He muttered as you stood up and leaned down, your faces only inches apart.

'I love you, you crazy idiot.’ You said and laughed.

'I love you too. Forever.’ You pressed your lips on his gently, feeling his lips again that you thought you would never feel again. You pulled away and then pecked his lips one more time before getting on the bed next to him and covering yourself with a blanket, placing your head on Kai’s shoulder carefully, your fingers intertwined with his.

Tension and fear in your body was gone and you felt relieved knowing that Kai wasn’t going anywhere and that he was going to be fine, because you were by his side, ready to help him through everything and anything.

Imagine Simon comforting you with some hot chocolate at night after you had a nightmare

(Wooooo some SIMON FLUFF YEEEESSSS :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :D Aaawww Simon!! Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

You woke up breathless and frantic in the dark of your room. You saw the most terrible thing you could’ve ever imagined in your dream, Simon dying at the hands of your “ex-husband”, Negan.

After you and Simon had grown fond of one another, you had started a secret relationship with him. Those times were filled with both happiness and thrills, meeting each other in secret and having your fun in nearly all the tight spaces you could hide.

However, after all of it, you had been caught by some of the others and you had decided to admitted to Negan by yourself that you had no more desire to be with him.

He had been reluctant to let you go, you could tell from the way he was fuming and asking you to answer him why but you had made your choice.

At that point, you preferred to be with the man you loved rather than be pretend to be happy with a choice you didn’t really made.

You knew it would take quite some time before you could make things official with Simon, as you knew that if Negan were to figure things out between you both, Simon would inevitably get the iron for it.


But here you were, alone in the dark, in tears from how graphic your nightmare was. You couldn’t believe what your mind had just imagined and you just couldn’t stay still.

You had to see if Simon was fine and that’s what you did, getting up from your bed quickly. You nearly slammed your door getting out and ran towards Simon’s room.

You didn’t care at his point if there were still anyone up that might see you, all that mattered was to know that Simon was safe and sound.

At his door, you stood there catching your breath and wiped your tears away. Nervously, you approached your fist to knock and your anxiety came back.

You just wanted him to answer immediately but instead it was quiet. You were about to break again but suddenly he opened, half asleep, rubbing his eyes and topless.


Seeing him all okay, relieved you more than ever and you jumped at his neck to hold him tightly and stop yourself from crying.

It stunned him to see you here at this hour but it didn’t stop him from wrapping an arm around your waist while the other stroked your hair as he wondered what had happened.

“Hey…What’s wrong, Y/N…”

He then pull back slightly to check on you and cupped your face to get a close look. He noticed your red puffy eyes and how stuffy your nose had been, probably from all the crying and it tore him apart.

Who could make you cry like this, he thought and slowly the worst feeling came to him.

“Babe, did he?”

You shook your head as he asked his question and simply held onto him, not wanting to let go yet.

He wiped the few tears that had came back and pulled you in to the room, closing the door behind you.


Feeling your grip on him tightening and your nose nuzzling to his neck, he carefully picked you up and set you on the bed with him.

He felt your breathing being ragged and knew it was better to stay quiet for a while before saying anything. He stroked your hair, and then down your arm and to your back, making sure to calm you down.

He knew something must’ve scared you for you to act this clingy, or rather like a scared little baby koala as he would say when he’d tease you over it.

He decided to rub and soothe you just as you needed him to, all while his arms wrapped you tightly to his chest.

It was comforting to feel him so close and so real. His breathing, his heartbeat, his skin all of it made you slowly forget what you had just foreseen in your lonely sleep.

Just as him, you decided to feel him to make sure he was truly with you in the moment. Burying your face in his chest, you felt his warmth and his firmness raising and falling under you, with the sound of his heart.

Feeling your breathing slowing down, he understood that you were starting to feel better and just kissed the top of your head.

It surprised you to feel him and you looked up, only to see him give you one of his confused yet funny smiles, making you chuckle lightly.

He raised an eyebrow, wondering as to what would bother you so much and realized you probably needed something more to feel relaxed.


He remembered how much you liked hot chocolate and just realized how he had found a good pack of them while on a run.

It gave him an idea and slowly he pulled away to go and make you some, only for you to get worried and cling onto him.

“W-Where are you going?”, you asked him nervously.

He chuckled and shook his head. He squeezed your hand for a moment and crouched to your level to look you in the eyes.

“I’m not leaving anywhere…I’m just going to get you some hot cocoa! Just as you like!”

“You have some? I-It’s in your room, right?”

He chuckled and nodded at you, getting up and turning away to go by the little counter to prepare.

You stared at his back for a while, only for him to lean against the counter and cross his arms as he looked back at you, waiting for the water to boil properly.

You seemed so lost yet cute with the blanket wrapped around yourself that it made him crack a smile before asking you as to what happened.

“So…you care to tell me what worried you this much?”

You hesitated for a while not knowing how to say it, only to shrug at him.

He sighed and tried to cheer you up again, saying, “Look sweetheart…I’m not gonna force you to say anything if you don’t want to…but I gotta admit it to you that you scared me shitless running to me with tears like that…”

You could hear the concern in his voice, oddly enough, only for him to be surprised by the water being ready, making him turning around and for you to let out a little laughter.

It relieved him to hear you and he decided to mix in the powder for you and him, even having the thought of putting it in the cute matching mugs you had found.

It made you smile even more to see him turn around with them both in his hands and without any words, you got up wrapped in your blanket at sat by the little table he had.

He walked to sit next to you, handing you your mug. Feeling the warmth of it, made you curl your shoulders and smile.

Seeing you, he followed your lead and managed to make you laugh that way, even more as he scooted closer.

“Gotta keep myself warm somehow, right?”

You nodded and looking back at him, you laughed even more as he burnt himself from drinking the hot chocolate.

You wiped his upper lip, brushing his moustache, making him wink at you and raise an eyebrow at you.

You tried to hold in your laughter this time and looked back at your drink.


“I-I had a nightmare about you…”, you said as it he took another sip.

Instantly, he bursted out laughing and forgot himself. You didn’t understand him but at the same time, you did, knowing how he was a rather immature man at times for his age.

You shook your head, and told him, “It’s not funny alright…I-I was really worried for you…Stop laughing alright…”

You kept your gaze on your mug and told him everything to make him understand your meaning.

“I-I dreamt about Negan…and how he found out about us…He got angry…a-and locked you up in one of the cells…only to…bash your skull with Lucille…He…he made me watch you…He kept going and going, not stopping once…”

Your voice shook as you told him everything and even more as your mind vividly remembered each horrifying detail of it, from him screaming to the blood gushing all over.

Your vision had gotten blurry from your tears and that’s when he realized how much of an ass he was to laugh at you earlier.

He instantly wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you close and rubbing you to comfort you all over again.

“Oh no no no…Y/N, baby don’t cry…It was just a stupid nightmare…Come on, don’t cry…I’m fine, see? Look at me, i’m right here, next to you! Come on, why would Negan ever hurt me for that? I’m practically his best friend, here!”

The more he spoke, the more you were reminded of how silly he could be at times and that just made you feel even better.

“Besides he can’t do anything…As far as he knows…To him we’re just friends now…and when we’ll be official, he can’t say anything as well because we weren’t being shady about it…”

You wrapped your arms around him as well and took in his kind and silly words, making your smile come back more and more, especially knowing for sure he was making faces while at it.

“Also, like there’s no way he would ever do that to me! I mean we’re on a whole personal, me and him, he might as well just call me bro…you know…so no worries babe…”

“T-Thank you Simon…”

He chuckled and stroking your hair, told you, “Don’t need to thank me…Well yes for the hot chocolate…but the rest it’s fine…I just don’t want you to worry too much…Now how about you drink that up and we hop back into bed…”

You pulled away to nod at him, only for him to peck your lips and say, “Maybe we might as well have our own little fun while at it…Unless you’d rather cling onto me like a little baby koala for the rest of the night…up to you! Whatever makes you forget that stupid nightmare of yours!”

You nodded at him and turned to keep drinking along with him, all while thinking about what you should be doing next.

Nothing To Be Sorry For (Diana/Wonder Woman x Reader)

Prompt:  i’ve had to deal with some pretty bad homophobia lately that’s left me feeling pretty down. would you mind doing a diana/reader where she sticks up for the reader in a similar situation? it would really help

Thank you so much for this request. I hope it helps! Also, just fyi, I made this a modern au, so just remember that as you read. ;)


You sat behind your desk at work, typing away at the old keyboard, trying to get the report for your boss filed. Glancing up, you looked through the glass that separated her corner office from the rest of the cubicle maze you spent most of your days in, studying some paperwork all while looking absolutely pristine. Diana Prince was, in your opinion, an absolute goddess, and while you were a hard worker and good secretary, you had to admit that you spent too much time just watching her and her effortless beauty. You let out a sigh, wondering what it might be like to kiss those soft lips of hers, what it would be like to make her grin and laugh, so different from the impersonal, polite smiles she’d give you as you interacted with her throughout the day.

Your musings were interrupted, though, when the form of one of your coworkers blocked your view of her. Looking up, you saw that it was Daniel, one of the jerks who worked in payroll. He’d come onto you a few times in the past, but you’d always politely declined his offers for drinks after work or dinner on the weekend. You weren’t the slightest bit interested in him, and he’d gotten less and less friendly after each rejection.

“You making eyes at the boss lady, (Y/N)?” he sneered, leaning over you. “You know, I’ve heard some rumors going around that you’re a queer. That true? Is dick not good enough for you?”
Your jaw dropped upon hearing his harassment, and you looked around to see if any of your friends were nearby. They weren’t, though, as your desk was separate from all the others, and so you were alone to face Daniel as he kept talking.

“That’s unnatural, you know,” he continued, looking over you with disgust. “Of course, it would be hot to watch you and another girl-”

“Daniel, what are you doing here?”

Both of you looked up to see Diana leaning in her doorway, arms crossed and eyebrow arched as she considered the man still hunched over you. Tears were threatening to fall from your eyes, but you bit your lip and tried to blink them away, looking down at the floor, ashamed.

“Just having a pleasant conversation with (Y/N) here,” he smirked, finally straightening up and stepping away from you.

“It didn’t sound pleasant,” her sharp tone corrected, sending your head snapping up as she walked up to Daniel, poking a finger at his chest roughly. “It sounds as if you were being an ignorant pig; it sounds like you were harassing her in the workplace.”

At the mention of workplace harassment, something he knew he could get fired for, Daniel gulped and took a step back, holding his hands up.

“Hey, now, Miss Prince, no need for name calling,” he smiled weakly. “Besides, if you knew the feelings she had for you, maybe you’d see why I’m-”

“I would be lucky to have a girl as bright as her be interested in me,” she interrupted, taking a step forward with every step he took back. “As would any woman or man. Frankly, Daniel, you’re not important to this company, and I have no desire to sign the paycheck of a homophobic, ignorant piece of scum like you. Go home, and don’t bother to come back tomorrow. Or the next day. In fact, I’ll have security throw you out on your ass if I catch you in this building again. Are we clear?”

Upon hearing he was fired, the man’s face twisted into an expression of fury, and he reared his hand back to slap your boss.

“You fucking bitch!”

Before he could strike her, though, she caught his wrist and twisted it until you heard bones snap, the sound almost drowned out by his wail of pain when she reared back and punched him square in the nose, immediately causing blood to rush out of it. Pushing him away roughly, she watched as he scrambled to his feet and started walking in the opposite direction, towards the elevators that would take him down to the floor his cubicle was on. Turning on her heel, Diana faced you, watching with a concerned expression as tears fell down your face. You were still too surprised by what happened to realize you were crying, though, so you made no move to wipe them away as she gently took one of your hands, pulling you to your feet.

“Come with me, (Y/N),” she instructed softly, pulling you into her office, past a door that rested along the wall behind her desk to reveal a private bathroom. Closing the door behind the two of you, she quickly took you into your arms, and something within you broke. Daniel’s words echoed through your mind, and your humiliation kept washing over you in waves, drawing to your memory all the times someone had made disparaging comments about your sexuality.

All the while, Diana held you against her, her hands tracing soothing circles into your back as she murmured gentle words against your ear. Her voice was so soothing that, after a few minutes, your tears stopped, leaving you sniffling into her shirt, which would no doubt be stained with Daniel’s blood and, now, your tears.

“I’m sorry,” you finally whispered, but you were stopped from saying anything else when her fingers gripped your chin, making you look at her.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” she insisted. “I’m the one who should be sorry. I can’t believe I let someone hurt you on my watch.”

“You didn’t know,” you assured her, making a small smile come to her lips.

“Well. At least neither of us will have to see that unpleasant man again, right?”

“Right,” you agreed. “Um… I have another shirt in my car, if you need to borrow one.”

A confused look crossed her face before she looked down, seeing the various stains on her no-doubt expensive shirt.

“Oh,” she chuckled. “No problem.” Grabbing the end of her shirt, she lifted it over her head to reveal a simple but elegant black tank top underneath, its collar and straps decorated with white lace. None of the stains had sunk into it, and it looked as if it were part of her outfit, what with how cute it looked on her. In fact, it accentuated her curves even more than the flowy blouse had, and you found yourself blushing and looking away.

Yet again, though, your chin was caught between her thumb and forefinger, and you were looking up into her deep brown eyes, filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“(Y/N),” she said carefully, watching your face intently. “Was he right about the feelings you have for me?”

Your face lit up in a bright, warm blush, but you found that you couldn’t lie as she looked at you. It felt like your answer to that question was crucial, as if you would be breaking a sacred law to lie to this woman.

“I… I really like you,” you finally confessed, immediately feeling relief when her face lit up with a soft smile.

“I like you too, (Y/N),” she whispered back, one of her arms snaking around your waist to pull you closer. “I have ever since you started working for me.”

You felt weightless as her words rang in your ears, as if your body had ascended into the clouds upon hearing her soft voice say the words you’d wanted to hear from her for so long.

“Really?” you squeaked, causing her to chuckle.

“Really,” she affirmed, the fingers on your chin brushing your lips as she moved to cup your cheek. “And I would really like to kiss you right now.”

Letting a shaky sigh fall out of your mouth, you leaned in and kissed her, taking a deep breath as you finally felt her soft lips against yours, moving them slowly as she held you there. Your arm wrapped around her back, hands coming to rest on her shoulders as you tried to memorize everything you could about the moment. How her mouth tasted like cinnamon, how her breasts pressed against you, how her hand lay warm against your cheek, the way her ponytail slid over her shoulder to brush against your shoulder. It was amazing, the best thing you’d ever felt, and you almost whimpered when she pulled away. From the look on her face, the loss of contact pained her just as much as it did too, so it was with no hesitation when you answered the question she asked you next.

“Would you like to go to dinner toni-”


Got7: Mark~ an eventful night

Summary: in which Mark takes you on vacation to his hometown in LA, and one night lets you hang out with a friend while he’s working. He later finds pictures of you all over his friends’ social media, and things don’t turn out well~ 💙

Flashing lights and the bass booming around the club was all you needed to let loose and have fun, seeing as your boyfriend was too busy to spend time with you. Instead, he thought it’d be a good idea to send you with one of his friends to show you around Los Angeles at night. It’s not that you were complaining, but you were a little hurt he’d think you’d have fun without him. Nonetheless, the atmosphere was amazing, and everyone here was so friendly- some, too friendly, in your opinion. Throughout the whole night, you had countless drunken guys stumble their way over to you, in hopes of fulfilling their disgusting desires.

Justin, one of Mark’s friends who was with you tonight, made sure none of those drunken idiots did you any harm and kept you at a close distance. Though he acted strange towards you himself, you didn’t give it much thought. You could see him from across the dance floor, leaning over at the bar, seemingly flirting with the bartender as he was mixing drinks.

‘Wow,’ you thought, ‘I didn’t know he swung that way.’ You laughed, as you danced along with a couple of nice girls that you just met, until you felt someone gripping your arm. “Here, y/n, I got us a couple drinks. Why don’t we go and sit in the VIP area over there?” You heard Justin yell over the loud music.

You felt uncomfortable at how close he was to you, you could practically taste the alcohol on his breath. You swallowed hard, and shook your head. “Uh, no thanks…I’m fine here.” You said.

“It’s all good, chica, Mark isn’t here so you can have fun. I won’t tell anyone.” He said, winking. Grabbing your arm even harder, he was set on dragging you with him to the other side of the club. You struggled to escape his grip, unsure of what the hell switched his mood all of the sudden, and glanced over to the girls that you were dancing with. No one seemed to be paying any mind, however, as they all went back to dancing and heavily grinding on each other.

“Hey! Let me go, what the hell is wrong with you?” You finally got his tight grip loose from your arm, and rubbed slightly at the skin. “I knew you were his girlfriend! Close friend, my ass!” He laughed hysterically, now seeming more drunk than ever, and you were scared because people were staring.

“Don’t you all know, this is Mark Tuan’s girlfriend! I can’t believe that playboy landed someone like you, what a shame. Why don’t you come with me, instead? I said I won’t tell anyone, and his dumbass won’t find out, so don’t worry.” You were nearly panicking now, seeing people taking out their phones and taking pictures and videos, all of them gasping and laughing at the situation. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

You should’ve known something was off about the guy. He barely even knew Mark and you had no idea why he’d even let you be alone with him, let alone take you out to a club. You started tearing up, and made your way to the exit, ignoring everyone’s remarks and snickering.

“Ahh, whatever, I bet you were just a one night stand anyway! Have fun being his play toy!” You heard Justin laughing, but now you were just thankful that you were out of the spotlight and could breathe some much needed fresh air. You inhaled slowly, controlling your breathing and steadying your beating heart. You didn’t have a ride back, and calling Mark might be out of the question seeing as he’s always busy. You decided to try, anyway, and rang his number.

“Hey, you reached my personal number so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” You sighed. Voicemail. This night seriously couldn’t have turned out any worse. Good thing you weren’t wearing unbearable heels, and could walk around until you saw a taxi. Before you could walk too far, though, you heard someone honking.

You saw a car not too far by, driving fast and parking next to where you were standing. The driver opened the door and slammed it quickly, running over to your side. “Mark?! Oh, my god…” you ran into his arms and nearly burst out crying. How did he know when to come here? You didn’t care, all that mattered is that now you were safe in his arms. He seemed to be speaking, although you couldn’t really comprehend what, as blood rushed and pounced in your ear. You wiped your tears and hesitantly pulled away.

“-I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill him, I’m gonna kill all of them…” He rambled, not really paying attention to the fact that you were basically trembling and begging to be going home. He had a look in his eye that made your spine shiver and you didn’t know if you liked it. “Huh? What are you talking about?” You asked, grabbing his face and making him look at you. His eyes softened as he saw your expression, and leaned his head to kiss your palm.

“The pictures- I… everyone was sending me pictures on instagram and snap chat and- what the hell happened?”

He said, trying to remain calm but obviously struggling. His eyes searched your face for an answer. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? Your friend? Justin? He practically screamed it for the entrie world that I was your girlfriend and everyone started taking out their phones and I had to get out….” you sniffled.

He sighed, but still looking as agitated as ever. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that bastard. I was just so busy and you wanted to go out, and he offered to show you around. This is all my fault, y/n. Did he touch you? Did he hurt you in any way? I swear, I’m gonna kill him-” his grip tightened around your waist, his eyes looking towards the entrance of the club.

“Shhh, no don’t worry, he didn’t. It’s okay. You’re here now, I couldn’t give a damn about him or anyone else. But…they do know about me and you.” You sighed. He shook his head. “I don’t care about that, they can say whatever they want. I’ve been trying to make it known, anyway. But you should know, y/n, if we don’t get out of here now, I can’t guarantee who’s face my fist is gonna end up in.” He took several shaken breaths before composing himself and looking at you.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, I never wanted your vacation to be like this. Don’t worry, I’ll deal with that piece of garbage tomorrow whether you like it or not.” You nodded, not really wanting to see jealous Mark unleashing his wrath on everyone- at least not right now. “Yes, baby, let’s get out of here. Please.” He took your hand in his and lead you to the car, still mumbling about wanting to strangle someone in their sleep.

Originally posted by igot7foreverlikeoh

All We Want & Could Never Have

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: When the lives of his growing family are threatened, Spencer must make the decision needed to protect them.  Requested by @lovers-on-call-13! 

Word count: 1,599

A/N: While this could be read as a stand alone imagine, I do think that it works best as a sequel to my other imagine Visiting Hours. Feedback is always loved and requests are curretly open!

Whatever had possessed you to visit a federal prison on a Saturday afternoon was becoming a deeply regrettable decision. Between the heat that filled the fully occupied confined space and the questionable smell that drifted off of the man sitting next to you, the nauseous sensation you had been fighting off all day was beginning to creep its way back up your throat.

Four weeks had passed by since your last visit with Spencer, and while being unable to see him drove you mad, your absence was for a reasonable cause. After dismissing your nausea, vomiting, and missed period as symptoms of stress, it was Penelope who became concerned and dragged you to a doctor. A few blood tests and an ultrasound made it official — you were pregnant.

Three months ago, you would have been crying tears of joy, ecstatic to tell Spencer that his dream of having a family with you was coming true. But at the present time, all you could do was break down sobbing into Penelope’s arms, terrified to think about how Spencer would now react.

But now as you found yourself sitting across from the now father of your child, listening to him recount the past few weeks of his exiled life, you found yourself wringing your wrists in the realization that the time had come to face your fears.

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What Could Go Wrong?

Klance Fanfiction 

2182 words 

Completed Onehsot 


(BLOOD AND GORE WARNING: don’t read if you can’t handle description of gory scenes/scenes with detailed description of wounds) 

Summary: One mission wasn’t supposed to go so wrong.

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Ponyboy x Reader

(My writer’s block is showing. Can you tell?)

Anonymous asked: “It’s you. It’s always been you.” With 17 year old Ponyboy?


You were branded a Greaser when you were young. Money has always been tight, lunch was simply another time for homework, and leather jackets kept you warmer than any hand-me-down coat ever had. But people only saw what they wanted to see, and even though that kid Ponyboy (and sometimes Johnny) were the only Greasers that you hung out with, the name still stuck.

It started when Ponyboy and you had been partnered up for something in third grade, and he figured it was best that you guys worked on the project at his place.

“They call you a Greaser, too! Don’t they, Y/N?” he had announced to his gang, not even an hour into working on the project. One of his older brothers, the bulkier one, had eyed you in a way that made you shift in your seat. Though you still nodded your head, because it was the truth. Another Greaser sent both of you to Ponyboy’s room after that.

Soon after, you found that the boy couldn’t multitask, so while you lay sprawled out on his floor trying to color inside of the lines, Ponyboy was across from you. He was on his belly, chin propped up on his hands as he hung on every word you said about your own family.

The project turned out to be a success, as you both got a good grade on it, but for some reason that same Greaser that had glared at you before, announced that you shouldn’t be stopping over at their place unless it was strictly for school. It was obvious he didn’t like you, but you obeyed without question.

This still didn’t stop you and Pony from hanging out, though. Both of you were in track, and during school hours you guys would partner up for everything. Ponyboy later admitted that he didn’t know why Darry didn’t like you, but you lied and told him that you didn’t care.

During middle school him and you figured out what ‘Greaser’ truly meant, but you guys ran with it. You two embraced it, because it was who you were, and you didn’t have a choice.

One day during the end of track practice Ponyboy tripped, and while thrusting his hands out to soften his fall, the gravel ripped away at his skin until drawing blood. Now you knew Pony wasn’t that squeamish, but something had been bothering him all day (that he hadn’t chosen to tell you), and at that moment he broke down. His eyes got all glossy and he kept turning away from you, cradling his hands against his chest and insisting that he was fine.

“Darry says I’m getting to old to cry now,” he professed in a wavering voice.

“I don’t believe that,” you told him gently. Slowly, you got him to face you. “You’re never too old to cry.”

“I can’t go home like this,” he eventually stammered. “Nobody’ll be there for me.”

You drew your blade from your back pocket at that moment, and Ponyboy’s eyes went wide as he saw you tear into the skin on your left palm. You grabbed the Greaser’s hand and pressed your own against it, keeping it there until it was impossible to tell whose blood was whose.

“There,” you said, pulling away. There was no action you made to wipe your hand. “We’re blood brothers now, and that means I’ll always be there for you, Pony.”

You two were in high school now, both seventeen, both seniors. You understood the world a lot better now, but so did Ponyboy. It was right after school when he invited you over.

“Darry’s not there?” you asked. Your shoulder brushed against Pony’s as the both of you made your way down the gravel road to his place. You both preferred walking to driving.

“He’s home,” Ponyboy said quietly. This caused you to slow to a stop. “I want to introduce you to him,” he went on. He was fidgeting, you noted, peering down at how his fingers were snagged in the hem of his shirt. He was nervous.

“He’s already met me, Pony. He doesn’t like me.”
Ponyboy gazed into your eyes, and for the first time you could feel desperation radiating off of him.

You and him weren’t an item, exactly. In fact, it wasn’t clear what the two of you were. You thought of yourselves as best friends, but best friends didn’t do what you guys did. Best friends didn’t plan half-assed futures together, they didn’t hold hands in private or kiss on the lips.

They didn’t do the things that you two had done, and still remain simply 'best friends’.

“I don’t care,” Ponyboy said, leaning in and interlocking his fingers with yours. “I want him to know who you are.”

Your lips curved up into a faint smile. “And who am I?”

Ponyboy grinned, that proud, dumbfounded look spreading over his face. “You’re you, Y/N. It’s you. It’s always been you. Darry needs to know. He needs to know who you are to me, I mean.” Pink raced across his cheeks and he smiled down at the ground, squeezing your hand. “I-I want to call you mine.” His eyes found yours. “I want to be called yours.”

You breathed the Greaser’s name.

“I’d love for this, Pony. I’ve wanted this for a long time now,” you couldn’t help but confess, reflecting back to all those nights you had lied in bed, dreaming up a future with the Greaser before you.

Ponyboy beamed. “Good, because so have I,” he exclaimed. His voice rang childish, familiar in your ears. “I want to be with you forever, Y/N.”

You leaned in and planted a kiss to his cheek.

“Same to you, Pony. I love you.”

This wasn’t the first time these words had been shared between you two, but it was the first time it had the deeper meaning that both of you knew was true.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

anonymous asked:

all your faves are trans Percy? Trans Anna Beth? Trans Piper? Trans anyways could I get some more trans headcanons *wiggles eyebrows*

all my faves are trans as hell, bruh!!!! 😎 im always up for givin trans headcanons!

trans percy who takes advantage of being able to swim in a binder because his clothes dont get wet when he’s underwater. he’s ecstatic, because he loves being underwater and he hates not binding and now the water even heals his wounds so he can stay in his binder even LONGER underwater and have it still be safe binding and- well, he’s very excited. sometimes, though, he does take it off to swim with the other/younger trans kids at camp. he knows hes something of a Big Time Hero, so he figures he can use that to their advantage and help them accept themselves. he may not like his body, but he can help them learn to like their own.

trans annabeth and trans clarisse who both come out as trans girls around the same time without the other knowing and so they both show up to the campfire dressed the way they want to for the first time, clarisse’s short hair pulled back in a bandana headband and annabeth’s in grey ribbon. they look at eachother like “what the heck??” and even though they dont get along, they sit next to eachother and stick close together for most of their time at camp half blood. they’re rivals, but not in this. they’ve always been cousins, but now they’re sisters in something that feels even bigger than divine blood. they dont have to like eachother to support and protect eachother.

trans nico who feels like a freak. bianca keeps trying to convince him to go with her, please, the hunters can be a safe place for us! but he tells her no. it feels wrong to be like that, among women when he feels so out of place there. later, after he runs away and percy seems him again for the first time, he’s shocked by nico’s self-cut short hair and too-big boys clothes. it takes a long time for nico to understand himself, but less than most people. not many know this, but the dead are good company. their stories hold him in a place of belonging, they speak in old tongues of skin that felt so wrong on their bones. “but you can make it a home,” they tell him. “like a bird bites holes into a cactus to create shelter from the storm, you can make it a home. nico’s father makes sure he has a binder, that he never uses bandages or other unsafe methods. he’s seen enough kids in his realm to know that children like nico need support. he wont let nico turn into another sad, transclucent face in the fields of asphodel. not over this. and neither will nico.

trans piper mclean who fights tooth and nail to be as ‘girly’ as possible, and when that doesnt work, fights to be as piper as possible. if they wont accept her as they want her to be then screw that - she’ll be herself. she’ll wear her biker boots and her big, “manly” coat and her skirts that are too long and her skirts that are too short. she’ll wear her hair cut short in the way that made grandpa tom cry with old tears and yet tears of pride too. “your blood will always fight” he tells her, one of the last things he tells her. “i was certain you would sing our songs but instead you sing your own.” there is mourning in his voice and there is mourning im her heart when he passes. she cuts her hair once more unevenly when his spirit leaves the body, and that is the last time for a very, very long time. her uneven hair grows unevenly and she stops thinking about rebelling and she stops thinking about conforming. she sees her sister, drew, trans like her and fierce like her with something broken and angry in her too and piper’s caring heart finally knows rest. she finds the love she wishes she always had, the acceptance. she saves the goddamned world and it isnt about being what people do or dont want to see. it was about those kids at camp, like drew, with the sad eyes and the bitter tongues. kids like her that cut their hair and made their grandpas cry. it was for love - love for others and love for herself.

im feeling a lot of emotion now wtf…. this started off pretty benign and then as i got into it i slowly started making it almost autobiographical alfjakf oopsies - mod will

BTS reaction: You collapsing because they (vampires) drank your blood because they were very thirsty.

A/N: You guys know how much I like fantasy stuff. Judging by the stories in my masterlist. I hope you like it and sorry for any mistakes made. Request are open.

Requested by: Anonymous 

Request:“ Bts reaction in which they are a vampire and they were so thirsty,they drank your blood, and then you collapsed (you end up being okay though)


  Jin would panic the moment you fall. He would pick you and place you on the bed, wiping away any blood you might have on your neck. He wold immediately check your pulse. Once he sees that you are ok, he would sigh.

  Jin will be walking around the room until you open your eyes, worried out of his mind. He would be angry at himself for loosing control over his body, as well.Jin would be literally breaking from the inside out. (you see how I used the gif?😉)

Originally posted by saintminyoongi

Min Yoongi/Suga:

  Yoongi would start cursing out like crazy, catching you before you could hit the ground. He will be relieved that he noticed you were dizzy, but that wasn’t helping. He felt bad for not being able to keep himself away from you.

  Yoongi will place your head onto his lap and run his hand through your hair. Begging you to wake up.

Originally posted by jjks

Jung Hoseok/Jhope:

 Hobi is so sweet that the moment you collapse he might start crying. He would pick you and place you in his lap, holding you until you woke up. The moment you open your eyes you will feel his tears onto your skin.

Originally posted by jhopingforhoseok

Kim Namjoon/Rap Monster:

Jooni will forget about panicking and carry you to your guys’s bedroom.Placing his ear onto your chest.He will drop onto his knees after he hears your heart beating.

  Namjoon will hold your hand until you wake up.The fact that he wasn’t able to control his thirst, would make him angry enough to hit himself.

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Park Jimin:

  I feel like Jimin would first yell out your name and then pick you up running to his hyungs. The poor boy would be so scared, with tears onto his eyes. He might even forget to wipe away the blood he had onto his lips.

  After the others tell him you were ok, he would bring you back home and pull your body close to his, trying to keep you as safe as he could.

Originally posted by alwaysbts-br


 Tae is such an innocent kid, I feel like he would drop to the ground and shake your body, calling out to you.”Jagya…Jagya?Jagya answer me.”he might start crying, but I think the shock would be too big for him.

  After he made sure you were somewhere safe and not on the floor, he would stay like a puppy next to you until you wake up, silent, just looking at you.

Originally posted by chokaivlicious


  I see him standing and just looking at you at first, taking deep breaths, his heart beating fast and his brain not being able to understand what was happening.He will place your head in his arms, moving a strand of hair from your face with a trembling hand.

  He himself won’t notice that he was crying, until he sees the tear which fell onto your cheek.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies