anyway can we please talk about how much i hate coloring this show

“make the princess speak and you will have the crown of kings.”

my knees hurt, as usual, from scrubbing. technically i’m too high of Maid Station to help out with these things, but i like seeing what happens when you clean. the development of things. how a lot of effort can make something. i like learning and trying and working hard to get towards something.

and i’ve seen them, from the back of pillars, from behind cracked doors, from beside her (on the best days) the way they talk to her. oh beautiful won’t you just look at me. oh darling. if you speak i’ll be your prince. if you speak i’ll be your king. 

the princess, i know, finds the lines of suitors boring. it’s in the way her hands are always moving. she hides yawns, leaves early, we make her apologies. once, a man comes and tries to startle her into screaming. she rolls her eyes and looks directly at me. i have to hide my smile behind my sleeve. he is taken away while still screaming.

by accident, i find her once, crying. when we imagine princesses, they always cry daintily. hers is hoarse, angry, and something in it breaks me. in my station i should apologize and bow and leave. instead i am frozen, watching her shoulders heaving.

she looks up and spots me, her cheeks ruddy. i know i should go but instead i make a big show. i act as one of her princes. i make grand gestures and speak in deep voices. i frantically offer her handkerchiefs and trip over my own two feet. a smile crawls up over her, slowly. i dab my sweat away and offer her the used rag. i feign a fluster, turn a terrible cartwheel, make shadow puppets. the sound of her laugh, raw and rusty, sends shivers through me.

for a while, i do not see her after this. but then i am called to her chambers. she is crying again. i offer silly gifts, pebbles and dusting rags and a candlestick from her own kitchen, pretend to steal it, use it as a hat, rock it as a babe. she laughs more easily this time, gladly, and when she laughs i am taken by more important maids, thereby officially Excused.

it goes like this for months. the winter comes. i rarely see her. i spend my week thinking about ways to please her. i knick interesting cookies, show her shiny buttons, learn to cartwheel in a full skirt, and then promptly how to make it look foolish again. i learn how to juggle hot bread and dance as a man would, i learn how to balance on a ball and how to fall down without hurting myself, how to fake a fight with my own body, which colors she likes and which don’t please her.

i show up on a cold eve with a knotted line of scarves hidden down my sleeve, worried and breathless, wondering why she’s been crying. the door opens and she is sitting there, happy. at first i’m confused, but she waves me in. next to her is her small dessert, in two containers. i’m not sure how to respond, so i fake a fall to hear her laugh, and then sit at her feet. she gives me ice cream - so rare a treat. i know what went into making it - the hours of shaking. it’s smooth and tasty. i don’t feign my reaction, but she laughs anyway, kindly. 

it goes like this. i see her more frequently. she likes giving me new things, watching me discover i hate kiwi and love oranges and would die if it made her laugh breathlessly. i’ve made her keel over with cackling and she’s put a fire in me. sometimes we just sit there, quietly, enjoying each other’s company. 

it’s in her hands, always moving. little things i thought were just her, fidgeting. here’s how she says she’s thirsty, this is what her hands do when she needs a second to think, here’s how she shows she’s happy. this is how i learn to speak back to her. around her i spend much of my time smiling. i feel every visit is a gift. a new part to unravel. i find out she doesn’t respond to spoken things, that she needs to be looking in order to know you were speaking. sometimes she has me talk and she holds her hands to the base of my throat, her eyes wide and wondering. sometimes she just looks at me and i forget that i’m her jester in chief. i get caught up in her eyes, in how expressive they are when she’s happy, in how when she’s sad i feel like i’m drowning.

i never see the king or queen, but i know when she’s had a visit with them, because she never comes back happy. two winters i have known her, two winters and now we dine frequently. i am often called to stand beside her, to whisper translations of her desires into the ears of someone more important than i, someone who gets to be the voice of royalty. i can’t decide if i’m her friend or her plaything, but i don’t know i care much of the distinction. every moment i’m near her is a moment free of friction. i take stock of suitors and curtsy to them in daylight only to mock them in the candle’s eye later.

she asks me one night to stay. it has been a bad day. it’s completely not okay. i cannot say no but i cannot, by my station, stay. but she begs with her eyes and her hands and i know i’ll take the punishment. 

we lie beside each other. i make sure to turn to her when i speak. in the dark she can’t see me, so i move my hands in the way i’m learning. she asks if i am ever lonely. i cannot tell her that i am always lonely without her beside me, so instead i say i think all people are very lonely and just are pretending. she laughs a little at that and says she thinks her parents are the two most lonely people that ever met. her mother was like her; broke a fairy curse and talked, just once, although nobody knows what she said. well, excepting her father, who was the only one around, and who won her hand in marriage.

from her mother she learned the art of hands, of speaking without words - from her father she learned that who she was included a curse. that she just wanted someone who would make her open like a rose - someone who could fix her. how she stared out into the royal garden and wished on flowers to be what her kingdom needs.

she fell asleep pressed against me. i couldn’t breathe. i was still awake in the morning. 

the punishment never came. we spent nights like this. the handmaidens had grown to know me. whenever their princess was stubborn, i worked magic and made her lovely.

it was a terrible thing. i did too good a job, i think. the princess glowed too much or shone too brightly - or at least, i saw it that way, so who knows what the truth is. every day it felt like we were being rushed with princes. 

her father’s temper at hosting failed. it was the day before her twenty-first birthday and first time i’d ever seen him. he stormed in at the end of the session. “just speak!” he said, “it’s not that hard! do for others what your mother did!” 

“tomorrow is your last day of this,” he warned her, “either you pick a prince or i pick for you. i’m done with it.”

he stormed off. she was left shellshocked and trembling. that night she didn’t ask me to come, but i waited outside, just in case she changed her mind. i understood why she needed space. either she’d speak and be married tomorrow or she’d be married shortly. i heard her crying and it took everything in my power not to rush in and hold her, cradle her gently. but i cannot come into a room of a royal person without being invited. i stayed there, tears in my own eyes, thinking of treason.

the next day was a huge festival. what had been a birthday celebration was turned into a day about princes. i watched her shake her head. i tried to cheer her up. i tried everything. i frequently came inches from causing public humiliation, toed the line of mocking and failing to acknowledge my station. she wouldn’t smile. not once. not even for anything.

the day was long. the bonfire wore down. i watched her crumple into herself. i was out of ideas. i knelt at her feet. her eyes barely looked at me. just wait, i said to her with my hands, i’ll be right back. i took off running.

the price of stealing is losing my hands. these things that i spoke to her with. these things that mattered so much to me, that helped with my comedy and cleaning. 

i didn’t think of them. i bloodied my fingers when i ripped the royal roses from their stems. and then i ran, as fast as i could, back to her feet. i picked them to show you, i said, as she gasped, looking at my treason, they’re beautiful and nobody told them to open to reveal their secrets to the bees. they are unbroken. as you are. as you always will be. 

she fell off her throne and for a second i was beyond speaking, worried something had happened, or she’d fainted, or i’d said the wrong thing. but then she was on her knees, her arms around me, and i heard it. i heard the soft croak of her speaking. just one word, and it sent shivers down me. my name, in her voice, awkward and unwieldy, but full of love and passion, burning fire through me.

i felt a hand on my shoulder. i was pulled away from her. they already had me in handcuffs while i struggled to get back to her, to tell her i loved her, to beg her to run off with me or maybe just hold me around her, maybe just have her for a moment, because i couldn’t live without her for a moment longer.

they put me in the cells. i rotted in there, for a while or for no time at all, i’m not sure. the thorns scarred my palms. i watched the scabs build up and flake off. every time someone came down, i flinched, wondering if i would be the next to be taken and chopped into bits.

but one day the light was different. not the smoky torch of the jailer, instead a bright light in a lantern. at first when i saw her, my breath caught in my throat, mistaking her for my princess.

but she was my queen. at first we stood in silence. and slowly, i moved my hands to speak. is she married? is what came out, even though i should be more worried about me myself and me.

she is not. she bit her father on the arm when he tried to make her. then she fought him. and then ran away. it took us a bit to find her, i’m afraid. she threatened her own life and the life of everyone in this place. the queen was smiling. i was told there was a young woman who could make the princess speak, whom she would die to save, who brought roses to her feet. someone in a cell, rotting. are you her?

the memory of her voice rang through me. i’m she.

yes, her hands said, for even now, aren’t you speaking to the silent Queen?

she opened the door. come, she said, let’s get you cleaned up for the ceremony.

the crown of kings. when she wraps her arms around my neck and laughs next to me, i am royalty. when she smiles or makes a joke or asks to see my cartwheel again, i’m lost in her. i kiss her whenever i can, which is often. we have roses in a vase at the base of our bed, and for all of the kingdom, i’d give my hands if it would keep her laughing.

the next time she spoke was just once, at our wedding, where she said the two words i do to bind us for eternity. she had learned from me, from holding her hands over my voicebox, the way i learned from her how to use hands to speak. sometimes at night she says my name, just because she likes what it does to me.

i’m more blessed than a king. every day i spend with her is a day i spend happily. 

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a/n: my intruder imagine is one of my personal favorites and i am quite pleased that a lot of people are loving it as well lol. hope you guys like this part two because i certainly do! (p.s. sorry for the sudden shift from second point of view to third. i just feel like i write the best in third person so)


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Draco Malfoy had indeed kept his promise that when Y/N woke up the next day, she was all alone inside the room, Daphne Greengrass’ bed tidy and showed no sign that a boy had been sleeping there the night before. In fact, Y/N contemplated whether she had dreamt the whole scenario or did it truly happen, but judging from the small smiles Draco would send her way every time their paths would cross, she was certain that it was all real and not just a pigment of her imagination.

Now today — today was Christmas officially. It’s been exactly a week since their interaction and Draco hasn’t forgotten it one bit, though thanks to his sudden attraction to the girl, he had a hard time trying to gain the courage and talk to her. Not to mention the fact that Pansy was now obviously mad about his disappearance on the night she confessed that she was already in love with him (Draco running away due to shock which led him to Y/N’s room), he knew it wasn’t wise to get cozy with another girl or else Pansy will no doubt include Y/N in her anger and bitterness.

That was why all he could do now was stare at Y/N as she eats alone in her own space for breakfast, pancakes that were shaped like gingerbread men on her plate while she casually read a book from under the table, Draco realizing that she was still doing school related work even if it was supposed to be 'the most wonderful time of the year’.

Surely, one conversation wouldn’t hurt, would it? Draco thought to himself as he absentmindedly drank from his coffee cup — but since he wasn’t paying attention to himself, he stupidly poured the coffee all over his clothes and with a rather loud hiss, he stood up, wiping it with the tissues that were provided on the table.

When he looked back at Y/N’s spot, she was just leaving, gathering her things before walking towards the exit of the Great Hall, making him curse under his breath for another missed opportunity.

“He knows I hate hot pink.” muttered Y/N distastefully to herself as she opens her gifts from inside her room, sitting on the floor cross-legged while holding out a pair of mittens that definitely wasn’t going to be worn by her because of its ridiculous color. It was given to her by her brother who liked to mess with her a lot, sending off gifts that he knew she wouldn’t fancy.

Sighing, Y/N brought it down and moved on to another gift from one of her friends when she abruptly hear three loud knocks from her door. With a raise of her eyebrows, she stood up and went straight for it, twisting the door knob to open and was surprised when she came face to face with Draco Malfoy.

She smiled. “Draco, not running away from Pansy again, I hope?”

“No, not this time fortunately.” chuckled the platinum-haired boy, his hands behind his back.

“Then what brings you here?” asked Y/N.

Draco’s ears turned pink like the last time and slowly brought his hands out, a box in his possession that had a red wrapper with a green ribbon tied around it, the colors of Christmas itself.

“Just a token of thanks. I never really got to show you how grateful I was after that night.” he explained when he saw her puzzled expression.

“Oh, Draco.” Y/N frowned. “You didn’t have to. Now I feel guilty because I didn’t bother to buy you a present.”

He shook his head. “No, it’s fine. I didn’t spend much on it, anyway.” he handed it over to her. “Please, take it, it would be your present to me if you did.” smiled Draco.

“Absolutely not.” said Y/N. “Um, why don’t we go inside? I think I can give you something after all.”

“Inside?” repeated Draco, his eyes wide.

She realized how her sentence sounded. “Wait, no! It’s not like that it’s just that —” she stopped herself. “Really, I’m not going to do anything rash or scandalous or whatever you’re thinking.”

Draco was trying to hide a laugh. “I wasn’t thinking anything.” he lied, following her then inside and closing the door behind him.

Y/N placed his gift for her on the edge of her bed while she crouched down on the floor where he saw a bunch of tattered wrappers and opened boxes were lying around. There also seemed to be three presents that were still not opened, and Y/N picked one of them before standing up and walking towards Draco.

“My Grandma’s very very very special homemade brownies. She always gives me some every Christmas because it’s simply the best and quite rare since her secret ingredient takes over a year to harvest and December’s always the month it grows.” beamed Y/N. “Here, you can have it. I can always have them next year.” Though when she gave it to him, there was longing in her voice and hesitation.

“Er — are you sure?” asked Draco.

Y/N nodded. “Positive.” she grinned. “But I must warn you, after you’ve taken a bite of those brownies, you’ll never appreciate the next ones you’ll ever eat except if it’s from Grandma.”

“I think I’ll be willing to take the risk.” laughed Draco.

There was a moment of silence for the both of them, just standing in the middle of the room with no words being said. Finally, Draco cleared his throat.

“I should probably go.” he slowly walked backwards. “Uh — thank you again. I hope you’ll like my present by the way. Let me know what you think.”

Y/N marched forward. “Sure will. Keep me posted on those brownies too, okay?”

Draco chuckled. “Yeah, I’ll do that.” he got out of the room. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Draco.” replied Y/N, closing the door then and almost immediately running towards her bed to get the gift Draco had given to her. Her face was a deep shade of red because of flattery and she was all flustered as she rips the box wrappers apart in hope to see what he bought already.

And as she reveals the present, all she could do was widen her eyes because Draco was lying when he said that he didn’t spend much on her gift, for it was obvious that the way the bracelet inside the blue velvet box shimmered and had diamonds on it, that it was damn expensive — but it wasn’t the only reason why she was staring at it in awe.

Among the other jewels that hung on the silver chain, a sapphire moon stood out the most. Y/N blushed yet again as she stares at it, knowing that the ornament was a symbol of their first time getting to really know each other. So as she wears it on her left wrist, she could only think of the night she truly saw Draco for who he was, hoping that she’ll get the chance to know him even more.

Finding Closure (Part 2)

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

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3,682

Warnings: angst, language, more angst, mentions of sexytimes (so I’ll slap a NSFW-but-not-really label on this), flashbacks, mentions of alcoholism

A/N: This is the 2nd part of my submission for the talented and wonderful @tatortot2701 ‘s AU writing challenge.  I took a fluffy prompt and darkened it. My heart has an owwie.

My prompt was 28 .“____ is not a real word.” “Yes it is!”

Part:  1 - 2 - 3 -

Originally posted by heartfularry

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The Joker x Reader - “Apart”

When you sent him the invitation to your wedding, you didn’t actually expect The Joker to show up. But here he is and now you have to deal with the situation; you are usually such a good actress, but…this is different. Very different.

“You came,” a smile appears on the corner of your lips as J gets out of the car and the valet takes it away, leaving your ex in front of you with a wide smirk on his face.

“Of course I came, I wouldn’t miss this now, would I?” he opens his arms and you go to give him a quick hug. “Hi, Doll,” he quickly pecks your cheek and you hold him for a few more seconds before breaking the embrace. You didn’t spoke or touch each other in about half a year.  

You take a deep breath, analyzing him and start walking up the stairs towards the mansion while you try to keep the conversation going without getting awkward:

“You still look the same J,” you state the obvious and he snickers, amused.

“I never change; you should know that by now. Would you look at this place,” he struggles to impress himself. “It’s a fortress, took me a while to find it. At least I know my girl is well taken care of, hm?”

“I’m…I’m not your girl anymore,” you whisper, brushing off the weirdness of his statement, but you know he just talks like this all the time anyway.

“Right, thanks for the reminder,” he elbows you, scoffing, and you ignore what he just said and point towards the huge property, excited:

“Let me give you a tour.”

“Where is the groom- to-be? Can’t wait to meet him; he’d better make you happy otherwise he will have to deal with me,” he keeps on yammering and you take his arm, not reacting to the last part of his tirade, guiding him through the maze of the outdoor gardens.

“He is away with business; he will be back in two days for the wedding. You’re the first guest to arrive, the rest are coming tomorrow.”

“You sure hired a lot of people for the event, Pumpkin. I can tell it’s going to be a huge wedding.”

“It will be,” you giggle, watching everybody running around, setting up flowers and the humongous tent where the gathering will happen.

“Wow, I already like it, no expense was spared,” The Joker addresses you, witnessing a few things coming together in a very nice way.

“Miss Y/N,” someone approaches, “do you want more red roses or pink ones?”

“Red,” J answers and it pleases you. “It’s her favorite color.” You also nod a yes and the guy walks away, trying to count how many more to add now. “Who else is coming?” he asks, frowning when a waiter passes you by in a hurry. “ I don’t like the way that man looked at you, want me to take care of it?”

You start laughing, caressing his shoulder.

“Noooo, lets’ not do that, it’s all good.”

It surprises you how much effort you put into trying not to look nervous, you are usually such a good actress, but…this is somewhat different.

“A lot of people will come, you know some of them,” you show him the guest list on a nearby table. “Don’t worry, you’ll seat next to me so you don’t really have to small talk with the others too much. I know you hate that.”

“I sure do,” he grins, kissing your hand and you sigh, continuing to pace alongside him in perfect silence for a few moments.

“Oh, no, it’s starting to rain,” you point out, looking at the gloomy clouds. “Thank goodness the tent is up so it won’t rain inside; they can still continue to decorate, it really needs to be finished by tomorrow night. Let’s go in the mansion, I’ll show you what we got.”


As soon as he steps in and sees the crystal chandelier he looks in your eyes, puckering his lips:

“Same one we have at the penthouse!”

We had,” you correct him but The Joker didn’t get the fact you were referring to his statement involving the two of you. Or maybe he pretended.

“No, it’s still there, Doll. You always had good taste in decorating so I kept it.”

“That’s nice,” you avert your gaze, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

You walk him around, explaining what’s what, just like a well learned lesson.

“I’ll be damned,” he stops, stunned. “You kept it?!”

The enormous painting you two snatched from Gotham’s art museum two years ago is the centerpiece in the living room. He didn’t want to go because he couldn’t care less about stuff like that but in the end you convinced him to steal it together. You had it at the penthouse until…you left and took it with you. Now it’s here.

“You know how much I love it, Mister J,” you tease him by calling his full name, which you only did when he got in trouble. “I could never get rid of it.”

“I can understand that; I know your mind gets set on something and then you don’t let go,” he mocks, starting to walk upstairs.


“And, ummm… this is the master bedroom,” you present it, a bit uncomfortable.

“It’s so you, Y/N, I can see it everywhere. Look at the bed, reminds me of the one we have at the penthouse,” he points towards it and you fix his mistake:

We had.”

“No, it’s still there,” he continues and you are still not sure if he really doesn’t get what you’re saying, but you don’t want to insist on the issue. No point really.

“I wonder if…You do have a mirror here too!” he sits on the bed, looking up and sure it’s there. He lies down on the pillows, gesturing you to come by him and you humor him. “Remember ours?”

You scoot over by him, smiling and grab his hand, looking up at the mirror too.

“Yes, fun times. We had our moments, right?” you have to agree, turning your head towards him.

“U-hum,” he replies, taking your fingers to his lips and kissing them, absent minded. You squirm under his touch and have to break the spell J apparently is unaware he still holds upon you.

“Why did you push me away?” you suddenly ask, squeezing his hand tighter.

“I push everybody away, it doesn’t mean that’s my intent,” he replies and for once he sounds sincere.

“Hey, wanna see my wedding dress?” you hurry and get up, heading towards the walk in closet.

“Might as well,” he lifts his shoulders up, resigned. He doesn’t really want to see it but he can’t upset you now that you are finally on speaking terms again. It takes you about 10 minutes to get ready and step outside, anxious for his reaction.

“My God, Princess, you look so beautiful,” he has to admit, jumping from the bed, coming to meet you in the middle of the room. “Turn around,” The Joker suggests and you slowly spin so he can see your gorgeous dress. “I really like the gown, it suits you.”

“Thank you,” you mumble, playing around with the delicate fabric because you feel edgy.

“My Princess always looks beautiful anyway,” he unravels his silver teeth, chuckling.

“I’m…I’m not your Princess anymore J,” you step towards him, fighting with all the feelings inside of you.

“You’ll always be my Princess,” he simply states and then rolls his eyes. “Come on, you’re gonna cry on me? You know I always talk like this,” he makes fun of you, seeing your lips quivering but has to admit something makes him uneasy.

Fuck it all, you think, deciding on the spot and go kiss him which surprises The Joker and in the same time it doesn’t.

I’m not sure if I like diamonds anymore,” you clearly enunciate and he freezes with his hands around your waist.

This is the phrase you two decided to use when you were together as a warning for grave danger, just in case you couldn’t say anything else and you wanted the other to know something is up without getting busted.

“Well, that’s a first, Doll,” he lets you go, understanding someone is listening, carefully looking around as you put your finger on your lips, signaling him to be quiet. You point towards the corners of the room, quickly scribbling on a piece of paper that you stash in his pocket.

“Yes, I am so bored with diamonds these days,” you try to control your voice from breaking and you hug him tight, barely whispering in his ear:
“Run! A left, two rights around the stairs. Don’t take the car, just run!” and you drag him towards the door, peeking outside to make sure nobody is passing by. He has such an intrigued expression on his face and you cover his mouth, shaking your head as a no.

“Ssstttt,” you soundlessly shush him. “Don’t let anybody see you, they’re all undercover! Go!” you whisper one last time before pushing him away and he doesn’t linger anymore but signals you to follow.

You mutter a NO, watching him walk as he turns around one more time to see you in your wedding dress. He takes the corner and he’s gone.

What the hell is going on? The Joker wonders, carefully sneaking around, hiding behind a wall so he can read the piece of paper you placed in his pocket:

“I’m not at Arkham or Belle Reve, not sure where. Warn as many as you can not to come. After you get out, keep left under the trees until you get to the main road. Don’t let them catch you.”


It was a difficult break up, at least as far as you were concerned. You got sick and tired of everything and left because he didn’t seem to give a damn anyway. You were on your own for about a month when you got ambushed during a heist and couldn’t escape. You were taken to a place you haven’t been before and they were sure thrilled to see they got The Joker’s girlfriend; well, ex, but you didn’t tell them that part; they found out on their own.

You were sentenced to 40 years in prison but offered a deal: if you help the Secret Service catch the elusive Clown Prince of Crime and many others, your verdict will be reduced to only 10 years. It was such a sweet deal and they spared no effort in planning the perfect stakeout: for 3 months they put everything together, using your fake wedding as the bait: they wanted to get as many most wanted criminals as possible with minimum casualties, away from the public eye on that hidden property, rehearsing day and night to make everything seem like the real deal. They knew many would come to the occasion if you invite them. And you agreed, sure hoping J won’t show up. When he did, you didn’t want to care but things didn’t go as planned. You and your stupid feelings for him; you always pay for them no matter what.


Of course the deal went sour and they retaliated for what you did: your sentence changed to life in prison and you weren’t treated nicely, to say the least. You had days when you regretted your stupid decision, crying yourself to sleep in the dark, cold cell. And some days were better, hoping he might find you and get you out of there. Hours, weeks, months and then two years passed with heartbreaking solitude and doubt, and you finally realized The Joker will never save you.  Even if you helped that day, knowing him he probably hated you with passion after tricking him with that well devised scheme and he is not the one to forgive such transgression. Or maybe he just can’t find the location. You tried to cope but the thought of never getting out of there was slowly driving you insane. How you missed the outside world and the freedom of doing what you please.

And you missed him…You couldn’t get out of your mind that last time he looked at you. You wanted so badly to run with him, but had to stay behind to hold them up, pretending he’s still there for a while to give him enough time to flee…Like he appreciated the sacrifice…Too late now for remorse, yet you can’t hide from yourself.

You slowly chew on your bread, deep in thought, sitting on the mattress, examining your skinny hands. You got so much thinner due to the special menu and treatment you were subjected in the last two years. Fit for a Queen, as they like to laugh at you.

“Oh, great,” you pull out the piece of plastic out of your mouth, unnerved you are always given such disgusting food. This is where you usually stop eating, nauseated at the crap you find in the meals. You glance at it for a second before wanting to toss it on the floor when you notice something.

You have to bring it really close to your eyes since you are not allowed to wear your contacts.  

I’m here. Cover your ears,” you read and gasp, dumbfounded, having a hard time processing what just happened.

The loud explosion to the right wall of your cell throws you to the ground and your ears start ringing .You struggle to get up, covered in dust and debris, stumbling to keep your balance, dizzy from the blast.

You stare at the gap in your wall, seeing so many bodies moving around on the other side, not knowing what to do.

“Would you hurry up, woman?! I don’t have all day!” you hear the familiar voice and J creeps inside your prison, coughing and trying to move the flying ashes out of his way.

You can’t even move and stare at him wearing your favorite suit, starting to cry in a frenzy.

He sighs and comes in front of you, his blue gaze going up and down your body, growling when he realizes how scrawny you are.

“So you didn’t get married, hm?” he bites on his lip and you barely manage to utter, whimpering:

“N-no…” and you continue bawling , rushing in his arms and he hugs you, taking each other in for a few seconds. “You…you look the same,” you cry your eyes out on his shoulder, hoping you are not hallucinating from the meds.

“I never change, you should know that by now,” he purrs in your hair, ecstatic he found you. He’s been looking forever; my God you were well locked away or what?!

“Sir, we need to get out of here, they’re coming!” one of the mercenaries yells and J lifts you up in his arms, carrying you outside. The sun hits you and you hide your face in his chest, wincing in pain.

“My eyes,” you complain, wiping your tears and slowly readjusting to natural light, fastly blinking to make it better. “You can put me down, I think I can walk,” you turn his face towards you so you can see him.

“Queens don’t walk,” he grumbles, kissing your forehead, continuing to carry you.

“I really missed you,” you confess on the verge of crying again. “I thought you will never come.”

“Meh, I was bored staring at that chandelier all day,” he tries to joke and you sense his hands holding you tighter.

You sniffle, smiling for the first time in so many months and ask when he looks down at you:

We still have it?”

We do,” The Joker answers, walking faster as all hell breaks loose behind him.

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Lady In Red

Jason x female!reader

This is kind of like a masquerade type thing…I’m literally typing this in English class right now. I’m supposed to be taking notes. 😭

As I was writing this, i never realized how much i wrote until the end.

Idk what to feel about this one shot though. I’m  just writing anything that pops in my head.

Also, tbvh it was hard to write Jason’s pov like, how do you other writers do it? 

Anyway, on with the story 😬.  


You were binge watching your favorite tv show in the middle of the day when you heard a knock on the door.

You’re not friends with that many people so it’s very strange that someone was visiting you at this hour on a Saturday afternoon.

Hitting pause on the remote, you stood up off the couch and made your way towards your door.

“Who is it?” You called out before checking the peep hole.

Hesitantly, you opened the door, “Uh, why’d you come all the way up here?” You asked, looking at the mailman up and down.

The mailman smiled politely, “I was advised to give this to you personally,” He turned to reach inside his bag full of packages and mail and took out a black slick envelope, “For you, miss.”

You took the envelope letting out a small thank you.

After the mailman left, you closed the door, looking down at the envelope. In beautiful white calligraphy, your name was written on the back.

You opened it without hesitation.

You never felt so shocked in your entire life,

Dear (Y/N),
This invitation is to inform you that you are invited to the Annual Masquerade Ball at the Wayne Manor this coming up Friday night at 9:30pm. This invitation was sent to all the citizens of Gotham, we do hope you can attend this beautiful night. Please be sure to wear appropriate clothing. The theme will be black and white.

Yours truly,
The Wayne Family

It took a few seconds for you to comprehend what you just read. You re-read the invitation over and over again just to make sure it’s real. Before you knew it, you were screaming with joy. 


The invitation said that the theme is black and white, but you wanted to break that rule. The gown you bought was the most beautiful blood red dress you have ever seen. Not only did it compliment your curves, it was also elegant with a bit of sexy. You also bought black heels, because of course black goes with everything, and a black mask with elegant twirls.

It was now the night of the ball and you were walking up the stairs towards the entrance of the Wayne Manor. The door was open, and a butler was standing near one of the double doors. He was checking invites with a strange flashlight.

He checked all of the invites of those who were in front of you, now it was your turn.

You put on your mask, and walked up towards the butler.

The butler has a British accent, “Good evening, miss. Hope you have a wonderful night,” He says with a warm smile as he waved the light on the invitation. You saw a familiar symbol when he did that but couldn’t really make out what it really was. Your best guess was that there was something written there, but in invisible ink, “If you need anything, just call for Alfred, that would be me.” He finished and smiled again before handing your invitation back.

You smiled at the adorable old man, letting out a thank you. He didn’t notice the fact that you were breaking the dress code because of the long black trench coat you wore above your dress.

Without anyone looking, you took off the trench coat as you walked in.

As you walked in the manor, you had to open another set of double doors. 

The ballroom was beyond spectacular. Music was playing, people were either gossiping or just chatting, but as you walked through the doors everyone literally stopped what they were doing and turned to you. 

The attention was nerve wracking, you were the only one wearing a different color. Women were wearing either white or black and so were the men.

You mentally shook off your nervous thoughts and walked around looking for a certain table that has a card with your name on it. 

“Who is she?”

“Why is she wearing red?”

“Attention seeker probably.” Someone snickered. You turned your head as you reached your table, glowering at the girl who said that about you. You felt a sense of victory after she pathetically cowered away.

You turned back and sat down at your table, letting out a short sigh. 


“Oh come on, I can beat you in an arm wrestling match any day, bet.” I said to the little demon a little over dramatically.

Damian never stopped talking about this new “game” he learned in school yesterday and wanted to start an arm wrestling match with literally everyone in the house.

Except Alfred, he knows he shouldn’t mess with Alfred.

“Is that so, Todd. Well, if you would like to lose this bet then-” His gaze was drawn to somewhere else. His jaw dropped, which was really shocking, he never did this before since he’s always scowling.

Except when he’s asleep, I hate to admit it but he looks fucking adorable when he sleeps, “What are you looking at?” I asked as I turned my head towards the entrance.

It was like something from a book. She caught everyones attention by just opening the double doors. My mind turned blank when I saw her. After the Lazerous Pit, my mind was fucking messed up. That pounding you hear after listening to very loud music, imagine just hearing that every second. She just made everything quiet. All this anxiety just…disappeared. 

Ever since the Lazerous Pit, I couldn’t stop thinking about that damn clown, I’ve always felt empty and cold inside. But this girls just made me feel like fireworks have erupted in me.

I finally felt peace.

“She’s mine.” 

“She’s mine.”

I looked down, glaring at Damian, “Excuse me, sit the fuck down you’re like 4.” 

He closed is eyes, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, “For your information Todd, when I was 4 I climbed-”

“Yeah yeah I know whatever.” I interrupted him by pushing him towards our table. 

Damian started yelling at me in Arabic but before he could even stab me, I made my way towards the girl. She was sitting at the table on the other side of the room.

I strode over, making sure my cologne was still making me smell like a million bucks.

I was only a few feet away when I finally got a real good look of her, her (h/c) hair wasn’t up in any style, it was loose.


And that dress really, really suits her. 

She seems like she was in her own little world when I arrived at her table, not noticing I was even there.

When I spoke up, “Hey, I’m Jason.” Her attention was finally on me.

Her smile took my breath away. Right at this moment, I knew that this would be the start of something amazing.

K ~ Four Seasons of K: Like flowers in a storm

Thanks to the wonderful blueseraphima who I can never thank enough, I have the texts of GoRa’s currently ongoing series of short stories 4 Seasons of K, subtitled ~Seasonal short stories that might have happened~ and published monthly. This is the third story of the series, about Homura’s flower viewing experience.

Like Flowers in a Storm [*] by Azano Kouhei

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anonymous asked:

Hey mayra its amys birthday in japan do you have anything planned?


Dear Amy Rose,

Hey! Long time no read! (Haha, see what I did there?)

Heard it was your birthday So, it’s your birthday today! How cool is that? Did you have some nice cake? I bet you baked your own or had Vanilla and Cream whip you up something with Cheese. (Vanilla, Cream, Whip? Come on, that’s gold.)

I’ve been out and away for a while, eh? Guess messaging you on the MilesElectric isn’t the greatest… but I do have a surprise for you!

Heh, ready for this?

A scavenger hunt!

Alright, get ready for a totally awesome adventure! I may not be able to celebrate with you, but I still want you to have a good, exciting day. And what better way to have a birthday then with a friendly game, right?

Object one: It’s hiding in Station Square. Don’t get afraid or nothin’, I didn’t put it in any sewer drain. (I knew you’d hate me if I did, ha!) But go to the tallest skyscraper you can find! There’s a message on the rooftop for ya. If you get a little lost, I already took the liberty of getting those floating help boxes reprogrammed to tell you some hints. So no sweat!

See ya on the roof!

- Sonic


Dear Amy Rose,

Found me? Ta-dah! It’s a flower from Palm-Tree Panic! You were so small back then… but man, you could move! I thought the perfect first piece of the scavenger hunt could be you twirling that windmill flower on the softest winds of the tallest skyscaper!

Well, it was a pretty image in my mind… anyway.

B-but that sounds weird, doesn’t it?

Hold on! I’m still not done yet! Round 2!

Next, you’re going to be traveling into the Mystic Ruins. Talk about memory lane, but this is going to be different!

You may not recall very well, but I’m sure you’ll get there! Big can help you out, I let him in on the secret! That is… if he remembers everything I said to him… Good luck!

I’m hiding somewhere in a special tree. See ya when you get there!

- Sonic.


Dear Amy Rose,

Congrats! You’ve found me! Can you believe it? I know you like music, and visiting the Chao Garden with you was really fun! The chaos all grew up and live with Knuckles now on Angel Island, but I can’t help remembering how you would learn to play the flute and serenade the Chao. (Or were you just trying to impress me?)

Either way, I wanted to get you a flute. The one everyone kinda shared was old and rusty. And.. well… yuck. But hey! Now you have a pretty one! Promise to play it for me sometime, alright..?

We’re down to two more! (Tails says this is getting complicated, but what does he know, huh? Planes, maybe. But not fun birthday activities! That’s my expertise!)

Alright, Amy. This one could get tricky. So pull up your boots and adjust that pretty headband of yours… we’re going to Spagonia!

Tails said he’d lend you a ride if you really are stumped on finding a way there. So no sweat! (Ew, that would be gross. Haha! Just kidding!)

Once you’re there, there’s a particular Alley way I think you’ll remember… Can you find it again? You’ve always been able to find me, I’m sure it won’t be a problem!

Till you find me! I’m hiding near the alley way and somewhere by a table near the little outdoor diners there. Good luck!

- Sonic


Dear Amy Rose,

Woah! Almost done! Knew you could find me!

It’s… well, this one is kinda embarrassing… We bought ice cream together, and I got really down about Chip all of a sudden… started talking about him and losing my smile. But you know what? I really appreciated how you spent the rest of the day making me laugh and realize that he was always going to be in my heart.

So? I asked the guy we bought the ice cream from and- Wallah! He’s made a special ice cream just for you! He told me it’s got everything you love, including vanilla and strawberries. (I remembered!) It’s also shaped like your head! Three scoops and then two cones facing down to mimic your ears! How cool is that!? Died it pink too, so it’s cute. I think the customers will like the new addition! But mostly, I hope you enjoy it too.

I’ll admit, I took a bite, not bad. Though, kinda weird… eating an ice cream shaped like your head. Still! It was a great day! And I never have forgotten it.

Last one, and I know you’re gonna love this the most! Like, really like it! It’s gonna blow you away! Hands down, it’s the greatest idea I’ve ever made! (And that’s saying something.) So your last and greatest stop is…

Pause for dramatic effect…

Twinkle Park!

I know right? You’re probably thinking- “I was just there! Why’d he drag me all the way- no, half way around the world- just to come back!?” Well, you’ll have to wait and see!

Tails should still lend you a ride if you need him, if not, I hear Professor Pickle has a knack at rowboats… (That’s a joke. Please don’t cross any oceans, I can’t save you if you’re over water, thanks.)

You’ll find me hiding at a very special place. One you’ve probably forgotten all about… (Or have you?) Come find me at the place where air is thin and keeps on rolling! Just like me!

Can’t wait to see if you find me!

- Sonic


Dear Amy Rose,

Did I surprise ya? I’m the Ferris Wheel! Years ago, you once told me something very important on those colorful, turning lights… I’ve been wanting to return the favor for some time now. You were actually quite funny, I’ve never seen you act so nervous and shy before. (I thought that was my thing.) But you really did bear your heart to me and I never forgot that.

You were truly sincere about your feelings for me… I may have not really responded back to you… but I did my best to try. Remember? You said, “Can I fall in love with you?” And I thought it odd that you asked. Although a little cramped in the seat together, I remember telling you that it was your choice, not mine. But I.. never did feel right about that.

You laughed it off and smiled. You were really strong then, and I couldn’t tell. I wanted to do something special for you this time. I know I miss a lot of birthdays, but this one has to be the greatest one yet! Because- lo and behold- I’m right behind you!

… Assuming you’ve turned around and heard me answer you after all these years, I guess I can say that I’ll see ya around, Amy!

Glad I could finally say it. Tell you how truly special you are to me.

Here’s to many more birthdays! Though, I’m still planning on spending the day with you. Haha, nice psych, huh? Heh, you’re.. probably not even reading this letter anymore.. but you may look at it later, like when you get home after our awesome time together! (I’m thinking it’s gonna be super cool, cause you know, all your dreams coming true and stuff like that? Haha, kidding! Kidding… or am I? That’s up to you!)

Amy…. If you are still reading this… and just in case I really do chicken out at the last second…

My last gift for you today…

Is a free smile… and a long kiss.

Okay, this got weird. I should of just ended it there, but I’m writing in pen so now this is awkward.

Ahhh, I don’t know why I’m still writing!!! Anyway, have a good night, Amy! And try to keep cool about this, okay? I’m just not… not good about showing my emotions very much… But you are special to me. I wanted you to know that. Once… and for all.

Well, I guess it’s about time I said it then.

Happy Birthday, Amy Rose.

- Love, Sonic.


Dear Amy Rose,

So I totally chickened out, and you must hate me now. But before you summon that great, big hammer of justice on me- Please go to Tails’s library!

I don’t want your birthday to end like this.. I know it’s late, but just find the book I once told you about! The one with the Black Knight?

Flip open to where the Lady of The Lake is drawn, I know you’ll think she’s pretty. There’s something there for you! (Don’t worry, it’s better than an apology letter…)

Okay! See ya there Find me there!

- Sonic.


Dear Amy Rose,

This time, you turn around, you’re officially my girlfriend!

- Hoping this works and that you don’t kill me first after getting your hopes up! Your hero, Sonic.

Algebra and Annoying Tutors - Jared Kleinman x Reader


Authors Note: eyyy here we go. If you personally enjoy math or are super good at it, then i guess replace it with another class? And for places where it uses some math terms, just switch up phrasing? Idk man im not smart. ALSO!! In the beginning i use use the term “guardian(s)” because i feel most people forget not everyone has a perfect nuclear family, and in most fic people just say parents. When in reality some people only have one parent, or no parents at all! Maybe they live with a single older sibling, or their Grandparents. I just wanted to explain incase someone didnt understand. Have a nice day, and I hope you  enjoy!!! :DD

Summary: Math is evil, gym sucks, and Jared Kleinman is your tutor. What could possibly go wrong?? :DD

Warnings: Swearing, Poor pacing, me? self projecting? :00??

Word Count: 1.3K (ooo bby)


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Few Personal Headcanons


2p Italy plays the violin and to me is basically that one guy who looks super cool and awesome from a distance but one you get to know them is literally the worst friend you’ve ever made. Luciano has a low patience and can not handle stupidity even as a joke. If you would act really stupid round him, I can only say he would squint at you judging you silently. Also is super Tsundere. No one can tell me other wise.

Ugh 2p Germany is a huge perv not even gonna lie. He’d make like sexual innuendos and then laugh about them later while you’re probably still wondering what the hell he’s talking about. He is lazy but not lazy enough to have the body of all gods.(acts smooth, but it actually really lame)

2p Japan. Third most sensible of the axis, but can be really irrational in the heat of the moment. Kuro is the one who has the ringtone to his favorite anime opening or ending and most likely has a shrine of Miku in his closet. He is the mother and does not give a shit about anything, like forever poker face. Best cook that has ever set foot on the planet earth and don’t you forget it.

2p Romano is the bigger fashionista there has ever lived. Don’t even get me started on how this boy will angrily type a whole packet about how bad crocs are and why they should be illegal. He is the topmost of all fashion and most of his brain consist on his appearance. Even though he cares much about appearance he won’t look at someone in disgust if they don’t look camera ready. Unless they wear something that isn’t their size(mostly too small) then he might have trouble on telling his friends and not keeping it to himself.

He is the cutest baby of all I can’t even tell how adorable 2p Prussia is. Gillen has really low self esteem, like if you give him a compliment he might either deny it or his self esteem would go up but like +3 and if he gets any negative comments it’ll drop to like -60000. He’s not weak, but is really indecisive about his decisions. For example if someone was picking on a friend of his, his time would mostly be standing there thinking out scenarios of what could happen in the two paths, making him on of the most sensible.He’s more of a picker upper than someone to stop it all together.


2p America is without a doubt an instigator. He’s like the child who never grew up, not really having much of filter or testing people with a goofy smile of his face. Overall just a big kid. Even though he can be really childish there are times where he’s really an adult, like cheering people up or taking serious situations serious while still lightening up the mood. With a s/o, he’d be really gentle and would put them first before himself. He’s a dick though. Is Vegan and haaaaaaaates when any of fast food commercials come on, because it makes his stomach hurt to see so much grease in one food item. It hurts his soul.

2p Canada is the big buff cheeto puff. He’s super blank face and looks really intimating, but is all about cuddling by the fireplace with a hot cup of Cocoa. He does the occasional smoking, but only if he’s really stressed out and needs some kinda quick way to get his mind clear. Matthieu has a “Bros Before Hoes” relationship with Allen even though it doesn’t really seem like they get along. He is the best at making some fluffy buttery pancakes that you would be begging for seconds.

2p France, as we all know if a heavy smoker and drinker. François doesn’t tend to talk much and doesn’t mind having silence. He also tends to have a medium to high sex drive. Not that he needs to be in any kind of sexual act constantly, but probably can’t do it himself after a week or two. He’s like Italy, mafia wise and has plenty of connections to get what he wants when needed. Right now he doesn’t seem so compatible, but does a soft side deep deep deep in his soul and can’t stand the sight of an injured pet. Has to change the channel if one of those animal shelter donation commercials come on.

2p England is the kindest most sweetest loving asshole there has ever been. Sure he is covered with colors and smiles and cupcakes, but can annoy you bad into swearing so he can pull out that swear jar. He cares for everything, but don’t get him to a point where he’s so mad that his kitchen knife won’t just be used to cutting foods. He won’t swear for anything and if he does it’s just words like fudge or butterscotch.

2p Russia is the love of everyone. Vlad is a pacifist and will not fight not matter how gruesome things are. He would sit down and have a civilized conversation about the issue over like some coffee instead of resulting to violence. He has a large library in his home containing over hundreds of books and loves to read and be informed of politics. He is very well cultured on the world and enjoys learning more information and facts. He likes people who are willing to talk about touchy subjects in the world and who wouldn’t turn a blind eye to such issues.(race, injustice, politics, brutality etc.)

2p China is the short angry one, also with zero amount of filters. He sucks a cooking, please do not ask this child to make ANYTHING for you, unless you’re prepared to go to hospital to get your stomach pumped. It may look good, but do not taste it at all cost. When he’s stressed out he’ll just get high and chill with some kid shows and a bag of Doritos. Huge flirt and just because he flirts doesn’t mean he’s all into you though. Just saying.


2p Spain is literally a stone. You will probably never see this guy smile, he barely talks, doesn’t like being touched and doesn’t know the word friendly or gentle. The only person he lets touch him and hang onto him is Flavio. I mean he let him dye a strand of his hair. Anyway, Andres has a “whatever if it’s not broken” attitude and doesn’t care what people think. He does like being inside and just take a nap, so have fun with that.

You know that one kid in high school who had shaved hair, Metallica shirts, ripped jeans and wore the pentagon necklaces and you kinda hated them but still found them alluring in a way? That is literally 2p Austria. Ryszard is all about rock and seems like a “Hail Satan!” kind of guy. He plans on being ruler of the world and treats himself like the king. He tends to smoke for any occasion, sad, mad, happy, bored, just to have something in his mouth. Like binge eating, but with cigarettes. Even though he listens to the hard rock and metal, he secretly has a huge soft spot for classical music. Bach, Beethoven, Debussy, so on and so forth.

anonymous asked:

Just had a weird spur of the moment headcanon. But bear with me for a sec... AU, where RFA is in highschool with MC, and MC is with Jumin, and one day MC is sick and doesn't show up, so Jumin sneaks into MC's room to bring her stuff and fluff ensues.

Haha, that sounds super cute! Depending on how close they were (I’m assuming they were super tight in the au you were suggesting) I don’t think it’s unlikely. (I accidentally read this wrong the first time and wrote them as good friends that fall in love??? I’m sorry I can’t read to save my life sometimes??? *facepalm* I hope you enjoy this anyway) Maybe it would go something like this? (Also I’m making them all the same age because I’m a lazy):

MC was feeling abysmal as she closed the door to her bedroom, cradling a tissue box in her arms as she returned to bed. Looking to her phone, she noticed class was over in the time she had inadvertently passed out on the couch downstairs. She opened the messenger to ask Jumin for the homework– as they shared most of their classes being honor students–when her window slid open of its own accord to reveal a familiar head of dark hair. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she laughed at his unceremonious entrance, unrepentant as each limb and a bag followed.

“Oh my God, Jumin, you did not.” She managed in between giggles.

His deadpan expression softened into a sheepish yet devilish smirk. “You have your ways of avoiding your mother, I have mine. Please excuse the intrusion.”

She waved him off, unperturbed. They’d been climbing in each others houses for years now, they were hardly strangers. “You could have just emailed everything to me, you didn’t have to come all this way. I don’t want to get you sick too.” MC insisted with a sniffle. More than that, she didn’t want him to get in trouble with his father over something so trivial.

“Where’s the fun in that? I’ll be fine.” He grinned, removing a neat folder from his bag with everything she needed to catch up, she was sure. “For you.”

“Thank you,” She placed the small stack of papers on her nightstand. “How long did you have to fight Zen to be the one to bring it to me?” MC asked dryly.

She was delighted to hear Jumin laugh, holding up his hands from their original position crossed over his chest. She loved it when it was just the two of them. He always seemed so comfortable, so liberated compared to his usual withdrawn reticence. “You got me, I had to beat him at rock paper scissors before he relented. Which makes no sense considering we live a block away from each other. In terms of efficiency, I was the most viable option.”

MC smiled. Jihyun was right, he was ever the scientist. But she thought the practicality was adorable, and it made him a lot more honest than most. It was refreshing that she never had to wonder what he was thinking since he was always open about it.

“Wait just a second, you must be thirsty after running here and climbing that tree. Let me get some water,” She exited before he could protest and returned with two water bottles, one to keep her hydrated and the other to make sure he was drinking properly too. Though she doubted he had problems with his health considering how he regimented just about everything.

“Thanks.” His voice was quiet, low. The sound of it never failed to soothe her, even now as her head throbbed slightly from oversleeping.

There was a comfortable silence for a while, their gazes wandering, most often to each other. A light blush often colored their cheeks whenever either was caught staring, accidentally or not, and Jumin’s hand came up to rub the nape of his neck. 

MC was curious at the sight of the gesture. He only did that when he was nervous. “Is something wrong, Jumin?“ Was his stepmother acting up again? “You know you can always stay here if you’re not comfortable at home.” She said softly, her hand reaching out to cover his in the hopes of comforting him. She had wanted to talk some sense into his parents for a long time, but she knew they would only take out whatever she said on him the moment she was gone. She hated how powerless she was to stop it. Anything she could do to help, he had but to ask.

He shook his head. “No it’s not that, but thank you, MC.” His words were suffused with a warm gratitude that was somewhat shy. “It’s…actually…” His gaze moved to the floor, lips pursed until he managed to force the words out. “Would you have preferred it if Zen was the one to come instead of me?” She could see the faintest of blushes coloring the tips of his ears.

“Much as I would appreciate whoever came to deliver the things I need, I think I’d have to say no.” She hedged. His head shot up immediately to stare at her in surprise as her hands fiddled with the sheets, pulling at a stray thread on one of the corners as she her face flamed.

A slow smile she didn’t see overtook his face, more radiant than any he’d worn all his life. “Truly?” He asked. 

She nodded, mortified and unable to look at him and down-spiraling as usual. God he was going to think she was one of those crazy kids at school desperate to get his attention for all the wrong reasons, nice going you idiot. As if he doesn’t have enough girls hitting on him on a daily basis! Way to ruin everything, all he wanted was a real friend and you had to take it too far, stop being selfish and–

Her thoughts were halted in their tracks when she felt the velvet brush of lips and the lightest pressure on her forehead, her eyes widening and her cheeks darkening even further. All she could do was blink and stare at his crisp white collar, mouth slightly agape as he took a step back. He was blushing a bit too, despite his indulgent smile.

“Before you self-destruct,” He began, knowing all too well how she overthought things sometimes. Her brows would knit and her face would scrunch up in quiet horror in the most endearing way, though he always halted her before she could go too far with it and come to the wrong conclusion. “I like you too,” He revealed, his voice no louder than a murmur.

“O-oh.” Was all she could manage to say. Holy crap holy crap holy crap this was not a drill, Jumin liked her plain ass back. At this rate, she was going to need a hospital for an entirely different reason. She had liked him for a long time, but never wanted to make him uncomfortable with the expectation of something more considering the kinds of experiences he’d had with women all his life.

“But the most important thing right now is your health,” He continued, wrapping a spare blanket from the closet around her shoulders. “We can address this more as soon as you’ve rested. In the meantime, don’t hesitate to call on me if you need anything.” His voice was as stern as it was sincere, largely because MC was stubborn to a troublesome degree about asking for help. He didn’t want her to hesitate, even if all she wanted was to talk. “Feel better, MC.” Shooting her another one of his delightful small smiles, he climbed back out and down the tree, heading home to tell his father about another impromptu student council meeting no doubt.

Her hands came up to cover her face, trying to hold in the shrill scream climbing up her throat. He had to be the cutest combination of awkward and charming she’d ever seen. Hoping it wasn’t a fever dream and giddy for tomorrow, she got to work on the day’s assignments so that she could go to bed early.

She pulled the blanket he had retrieved for her closer in the hopes that she would warm more quickly, which made her notice it was her favorite one: the gray one. The one she had draped over his shoulders when he’d appeared one night, eyes wide and terrified; desperate to be as far away from what she assumed to be his home. It had been raining heavily and she hadn’t known him all that well yet, but he had seemed trustworthy enough at school. So she pulled him inside without a second thought despite the lack of explanation. She then led him to the living room and asked him to wait in the quietest voice she could manage, only moving when she saw him nod imperceptibly. She didn’t ask him any questions, just prepared Earl Grey tea–thank God Jihyun had gushed about him to her– and chose the blanket because it had matched his striking eyes. The ones that had seemed so dull and clouded when she first met him, like the mist that guards a heavily fortified fortress. After pouring the tea and setting up the couch for him to stay the night, she remembered asking him if he wanted a book or a movie or something to help him fall asleep, to which he replied that she pick her favorite movie. The next two hours was spent watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast. She’d hoped the music and the intricate artwork would help him grow drowsy, but it was clear he was wide awake throughout even though he was still as a statue. She would have been worried if it hadn’t been for the sound of his even breathing filling the silence. He’d seemed remarkably poised and implacable at school, like nothing could ever faze or deter him. So what on Earth had the power to make him withdraw into himself to this degree? 

When the movie was over she turned off the lights and found the newest book she’d intended to read, pulling up a chair deliberately in between him and the front door. Soon after that, his eyes closed and the next time she looked up he was sound asleep. Her jaw set at the sight, remembering the strange but strong scent of perfume that clung to his chest when she’d wrapped the blanket around him. If anybody came looking for him–no matter who it was– she was going straight to the police. That morning, they left the house and she accompanied him to retrieve his things before they left for school as if nothing had ever happened.

To this day, she thanked her rarely lucky stars that her own family had been gone for the weekend and she had been able to let him stay somewhere safe for the night.

After the incident she noticed little changes in his demeanor each day; a pencil appearing on her desk before she could ask for one, a question she’d written while taking notes answered in an elegant script on her page when she returned to class from the restroom, notes brought to her house when she was ill just like today. His attempts at conversation were still tentative, but much more apparent than before, and she always responded with her full attention. It didn’t take long for their conversations to run deeper than they ever would have imagined, engrossed to the point where entire hours would pass without their knowledge. Soon they were inseparable; she couldn’t remember being so close to somebody all her life.

She buried her face in the blanket, the memory from two years ago bittersweet. Her heart would always break at the thought of what he might have lost that night, but she always hoped he would remember it for the same reasons that she did. The start of a wonderful friendship and the slow emergence of a lifelong love.

I’m sorry I kind of got carried away with this AU idea, but I hope you like it anyway??? Thank you for enabling my endless thirst somebody please protect this boy he is all I think about. 

injuries to the soul - jared x reader

tw/ curse words, slurs

s/o to @anotherstellarconversation for proofreading and helping me out with everything, thanks dude

word count: 1,704 words

a/n: a request @earlyjunes gave me! thanks rj :)


“Jared…” You sighed, your teeth finding your bottom lip. Damn it, Evan, what did you do now, you thought to yourself. This could have only been the work of Evan. His only other friend was Evan, because Alana barely counted. Then there was you, his friend that wasn’t quite his girlfriend yet but you were together. You were together but not quite officially together. As frustrating as it was, you didn’t know how to charm a guy when you weren’t as advanced in memes as he was. You were definitely trying your best though.

You scavenged his house to find the guy. There was a key under the doormat—which say “Jew Makin’ Me Crazy"—just for safe keepings since his parents knew Jared could be forgetful when he wanted to be. He asked for that reason, but the real reason was so that you could get in his house when he didn’t want to get the door, since he was lazy, and so that there would be easy access for you when his parents weren’t home.

“Jared!” You yelled out, a desperate cry coming out of your dry and itchy throat. It wasn’t like you were randomly coming into his house, you always came into his house after school. It wasn’t much of an established routine, it just happened. You either walked home with Jared since you lived on the same side of town or you texted Jared throughout the walk if you didn’t. You couldn’t walk with Jared today, you had dance practice, but he never texted you that he was heading home, so naturally, you were concerned.

Jared was never silent. He never stopped cracking jokes. There was never a time when there wasn’t a word coming out of his big mouth. It was just weird not having him speak. He had too large of a mouth for that to happen that it was such a rare occurrence. It only happened once to twice a year. Welcome to that annual time of verbal nothingness.

“Damn it Jared, stop playing with my head. You do this all the time.” You muttered to yourself, closing a grip onto the hem of your shirt. “Damn it, damn it, damn it.” You didn’t know what to do in these situations. You cared a whole lot about Jared, but when would be the crossing line of caring? You weren’t even dating each other for God’s sake! You haven’t talked about your feelings for Jared with Jared in a while so you didn’t know where each of you stood on the friendship ladder or the relationship ladder.

You took it one foot at a time, staring down at your worn black Converses as they made it up the carpeted stairs. Every time a foot made it higher, words pounded in your head. Scared. Nervous. Anxious. Afraid. What other words would’ve made it into your head, those words never left once they came.

A hard bump settled in your throat and you forced it down. The place he’d most likely would be in is his room. Like everyone else, Jared’s room was his safe haven. He loved his computer and he loved his carpeted floor and he loved the light blueness of his room. He loved to hide away from his parents and he loved to be alone from the harsh world that always beat him at everything.

Your hand involuntarily formed a fist and raised itself up to the door, ready to knock. Millimeters apart, you stared at your fist, wondering if you should even knock. Would knocking be appropriate? Knocking gently with your fist was more appropriate than knocking his door down, you decided. Knuckles made contact with the wood and soft taps made barely audible noises, but they were effective.

From hearing the knocking, Jared’s sobbing became more evident to the ear. You turned the doorknob and pushed forward softly. Your best friend, who you liked for the longest time, was upset. Even more upset than you’ve heard and seen him before. His breathing was loud and uneven, like his breathing was the ups and downs of a rollercoaster with a side of the decibels of their screams for the loudness.

He was curled into a ball, his arms tightly clenched around his knobby knees. You knew Jared’s face was extremely wet from tears, yet he faced away from the doorway. Even though he faced away, it was obvious that Jared was trying to hide away and cry in privacy. He didn’t want anyone to see him, which was understandable. It was the “Insanely Cool Jared Kleinman” you were talking about. The confident guy that wore colored khaki shorts with graphic tee shirts. The guy that was so proud to be Jewish. The guy that wasn’t proud of the crying he did in private.

“Ja-Jared?” You stood frozen by the door and his head whipped around to look at you. You finally saw the face of a boy who was so seemingly confident that he shattered. Sullen features captured your attention, with teary, bloodshot eyes and splotchy cheeks adorning his face. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have come.” You hated seeing him like this, it twisted strings in your heart and you never wanted to see him like this.

“No!” His voice cracked from all of the tears and the fact that he was ending puberty soon. “Please, don’t go.” Jared was so seemingly confident and put up such a difficult front to climb over. It took you years to get him to crack and show that he was vulnerable. When his facade finally cracked, it was when he saw you crying over something he did to you. He was just so taken aback and realized that he really couldn’t show his fake side towards you.

“Okay, I won’t.” You pressed your back against the bedroom door to shut it softly. Then, your feet took charge and went over to Jared, and sat with your feet tucked in like his. You slipped your hand into one of his that was wrapped around his knees. You looked over to him to get his approval and he nodded with a sad smile. “You can tell me what happened if you want.” He didn’t respond but he put his head on your shoulder and gripped onto your cotton shirt so tightly, you thought your shirt was going to rip in half. Tear stains coated the thin fabric. You just let him cry and cry as much as he needed. Who were you to tell him that he couldn’t cry? You couldn’t because all you wanted to do was support him.

When Jared finally calmed down, you wanted to ask him about it again, but he beat you to the chase and just started speaking. “I started crying because, because Evan was making horrible jokes.” He saw that you had a confused face on and he elaborated. “Okay, maybe he wasn’t making the jokes, but he was definitely supporting them. Was laughing and stuff. The jokes were about you, about you, Y/N.”

“Look, it’s fine, Jared. It’s okay, you don’t need to defend me.” You shrugged your shoulders and smiled, trying to get him to smile too. It meant a whole lot to you knowing that Jared would do what he needed to do to defend you, it was most definitely flattering. However, you knew that Evan probably didn’t mean to laugh and Jared was probably just throwing everything out of proportion. 

“No, Y/N, you have to understand, they were calling you a,” He stopped. Pain flashed over his face and it was like he couldn’t take it anymore. “Damn it, Y/N,” Jared suddenly stood up and wiped away his tears furiously. The sad look was replaced with an angry expression. “Y/N, they were calling you a s-slut. A fucking slut, and they were calling a fucking whore. I-I know you said I don’t need to d-defend you, but I just can’t fucking stand around and l-let them assholes do that to you!” Jared was hyperventilating at this point and it was so hard to stop him when he was dead set on proving his point. You stood up anyway and your hands made it their way to each other around his back. At this point, he was sounding a lot more like Evan would sound on a daily basis. “A-and Evan, he was laughing with them. S-so we g-got into a fight, and then w-words became punches, and—I just can’t believe that he wasn’t supporting you after how many years of friendship—”

He suddenly cut himself off after hearing your sobs. You didn’t even realize you were crying until it became ugly crying and tears were caught in your throat. “I’m sorry Jared, I didn’t mean for you to get into fights over me. Really, you shouldn’t have to. I can hold on my own, even if I’m not there.” Of course, you were pissed about the Evan thing, but you were almost positive that Evan was probably nervously laughing and not truly thinking that way. You’ve known Evan for ten years, six more than you have known Jared, you were sure that Evan couldn’t have agreed with that group.

“Y/N, but, Y/N,” Jared sounded like a broken record, not really knowing what to do in the moment, as if his brain was stuck on repeat. He just stopped and stared. He stared at the beauty of your tears, he stared at the beauty of your eyes, he stared at the beauty of the lifting of your chest with every inhale. He just stared until you were trying to look for another point in the room. “I, um, Y/N, I’m sorry. You’re just so fucking pretty.” He almost looked ashamed but you didn’t mind.

“Oh, um, thanks.” You smiled at him and wiped away the excess wetness from your face. He cupped your face with all admiration and kindness and you leaned a little into his touch. Who knew that the insanely cool Jared Kleinman could be both chivalrous and romantic? It was a rare occurrence but you knew that you wanted to be there when it happened the next times. “Thanks, Jared, for standing up for me. It means a lot.”

Preference #6 - He leaves you at the alter (Part 3)




Harry (His POV) – “She RSVP’d?” I asked in disbelief and Liam nodded.

“I told you she would Harry, it’s been two years and her and Soph are still good friends, I seriously doubted she’d miss our wedding just because of you,” he replied and shrugged before walking away.

Liam and Sophia were due to get married in less than twenty-four hours and he’d only now just told me that Y/N was going to be there. It had been just over two years since we split up but I still felt as heartbroken over it now, as I did the day that she packed up all of her things and left.

I fiddled with the chain I wore around my neck; something I only ever did when I thought about her. It took me a whole two days after she had left to notice that she’d left her engagement ring on the table on what used to be her side of our bed and ever since I’d been wearing it, along with what would have been both of our wedding rings on a chain around my neck. Whenever I found my mind consumed of thoughts by her, which was more often than I’d ever care to admit, I found myself fiddling with the rings absentmindedly.

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The Night We Met

Character: Negan (The Walking Dead)

Word Count: 4,665

Prompt/Summary‘The Night We Met’ by Lord Huron / Negan’s wife recalls when they first met.

Warnings: None.

Written For: Jessie’s 1K Follower Writing Challenge

Note: Set in my little pre-apocalypse AU that I love writing in, where everything is fluffy and nothing hurts, lol. The song that they dance to is the song that inspired this fic, and is linked above. I know the lyrics are kinda depressing and don’t really fit the tone of the fic, but whenever I listen to this song, all I can think of is how pretty it is. And of how much 13 Reasons Why wrecked my heart, but that’s not relevant here.

Tagging: @grimes-slut, @negans-network, @jdms-network, @hawtdiggitynegan, @fuckinjdm, @jeffreydeanneganstrash, @sweetsweetpeach

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Who are we really in WKM?

Okay so this is my theory on just who we are in Who Killed Markiplier and what happened to us after it was all said and done

I’m gonna put a BIG trigger warning on this for anyone who suffers from depersonalization/derealization or religion-based delusions because I’m gonna be getting into some heavy metaphysical shit and it’s gonna be a trip. I’m basically calling us god-like, so yeah. Big big trigger warning for anyone that this could mess with. Please take care of yourselves, I love y’all and I would hate for someone to get really upset because of this. You’ve been warned.

I’ll put the theory itself under a read more just to make sure. Alright, here we go!

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Playing with Fire pt. 9

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic

Pairing: Suga x Reader

Genre: Gang AU

Other parts: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Author’s notes: Wasn’t feeling Girl Meets Evil this week, so here’s another part of Playing with Fire! Also, my classes have started back up, so updates might not always happen on time anymore! Or they might be pretty short. I’ll do my best to refrain from keeping you all hanging though! Enjoy <3

Worried was the understatement of the year. Suga had been on the verge of tearing up the whole town when you didn’t answer your phone, and there seemed to be no sign of you at your house. One of the boys had even contacted Rose and Lisa and while Lisa also didn’t answer, Rose did and relayed to them that you and Lisa had gone to see a movie after school. He had known something was wrong immediately and while he had wanted to go searching the town for you, Jin reached out to the leader of Vixx.

Despite the mutual dislike between both of the gangs, Vixx has the best tracker. Ravi. If anyone could find you quickly, it was him and according to N, Ravi had been close to the movie theater anyway. So while he did that, he and Jin went to the meetup spot. Only a few minutes after they had arrived, N called to let them know that Ravi had found you and Lisa being attacked by seven high school boys. Suga and Jin had known immediately that he was talking about JB and his friends. After telling Suga that Ravi would meet the boys there after having your wounds tended to, N said he was also on his way before hanging up the phone.

Still, even though you had been found, Suga didn’t like the fact that you were with Ravi. And considering the fact that BTS and Vixx don’t typically get along and Ravi’s harassed you before, he felt like he had every right to not be calm. Antsy with worry, he paced back and forth in the parking lot of the abandoned warehouse that the meeting was being held at. This is where they typically met whenever they needed to meet Vixx about something. It wasn’t right smack in the middle of town and allowed for them to be discreet since no one came here.

Being that this wasn’t somewhere many people came out to, Suga stopped pacing when he noticed a silver Lamborghini pulling into the parking lot. N would be arriving in a black SUV like he usually does, so that had to be you and Ravi. Taking a few steps closer, he stopped when he heard Jin’s voice.

“Wait,” the older boy said, keeping himself leaned against the driver’s side door of his truck. With the Lamborghini windows being tinted, neither him or Suga could be one hundred percent positive it was you. So just in case this ended up being a trap, he wanted Suga close enough to be able to grab one of the guns he had stored in his car.

The Lamborghini came to a stop not too far away from where the boys were, and Ravi couldn’t help but to chuckle.

“Look at him,” he said to you as he shut off the engine, nodding at Suga. “He looks like he’s about to piss himself with worry.”

Giving the male a quick glare, you focused your attention on the mint colored hair boy. He did look like he was worried, but it’s not like you were flattered. You hated that you were the cause of his stress. Gripping tightly onto the backpack that Ravi had returned to you, you didn’t get out of the car right away. You were sure that Suga would end up scolding you. He always scolds you.

“What? Did you change your mind?” Ravi asked teasingly, pulling you from your thoughts. “Your welcome to come back with me to my place.”

Making a face of disgust, you exited the vehicle. Being in the presence of Jin and Suga, the safe feeling you usually felt when you hung out with BTS started to return to you. Honestly, these boys felt more like home than your actual home, and you knew it was because they cared about you and vice versa. You’ve proven to them more than once that you’re a loyal person who wasn’t hanging out with them for your own personal gain.

Adjusting the beanie on your head, Suga’s beanie, you walked over to him and Jin. You always kept his beanie in your backpack, and once Ravi had given you back your backpack, you hadn’t wasted any time in taking it out and putting it on. In a way, it made you feel closer to Suga, even when he wasn’t around.

“Are you okay?” Suga asked, looking you over when you stopped in front of him.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You mumbled. Besides being shaken up, you weren’t covered in bruises. The medicine Ravi had given you earlier was starting to kick in, so you felt fine. Looking down at your shoes, you waited for him to start fussing at you. However, instead of doing that, he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m glad you’re not hurt.” He said softly, holding you close against him. Even though you were surprised by his reaction, you lifted your arms and wrapped them around him.

“We know what happened. JB and his friends are dead.” Jin threatened, coming to stand beside Suga. He was obviously not happy with what had happened. He wasn’t always quick to show you how much he cared, but he wouldn’t tolerate any of his friends being messed with.

“You think that’s a smart idea? We don’t really need a gang war, do we?” Ravi piped in, coming to stand a few feet in front of his car.

“Nobody asked you.” Suga snapped, pulling away from you to glare at the older male. Just because Ravi saved you doesn’t mean that he was gonna start being nice to him. He still couldn’t stand Ravi as much as he couldn’t stand him the night he messed with you.

Pretending to be hurt, Ravi placed a hand over his heart. “It’s that anyway to talk to your hyung? Especially since I saved your girlfriend here.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.” Suga replied much too quickly for your liking. You knew that was the truth, but it still stung a little. Frowning, you noticed Ravi looking your way, and you quickly wiped the disappointment from off your face. You didn’t need to give him something else to tease you about.

“Ah,” Jin nodded past Ravi. “N’s here.”

Leaning to the side a little so that you could see, you watched as a black SUV pulled into the parking lot. Coming to a halt next to Ravi’s Lamborghini, the male walked over to the SUV and opened one of the backseat doors. While one guy got out of the back, two guys got out from the front. You recognized them too as the guys that had been with Ravi that night. The guy that got out of the back was completely unfamiliar to you.

Adjusting the long black coat that came to just above his knee, the tan skinned male walked forward. Not even acknowledging Jin and Suga, he smiled brightly when he saw you.

“Aigoo~” He exclaimed unexpectedly “You foriengers are always so interesting to look at. Come closer,” he gestured you to come to him with two fingers.

Was he the leader of the gang? The one who wasn’t as tolerant and forgiving as BTS? If so, you weren’t sure what was so scary about him. He didn’t look like he was capable of hurting anyone with his soft eyes and bright smile.

Cocking his head to the side, the male smiled sadistically at you. “Don’t make me tell you again.” He threatened.

The chill that ran up your spine was enough to make you back into Suga. Nevermind, scratch that. Something about him gave you such a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach. Like the smile on his face was a cover up for how dangerous and demented he really was.

Stepping closer to you, Jin placed a hand on your lower back and pushed you forward. “Go.” He demanded in a hushed tone, and even though you were slightly frightened, you did as told. You just didn’t trust this N guy. What if he was looking to get vengenace on you for Suga attacking his guys? You’ve already been through enough today. You wouldn’t be able to take anymore.

Once you were close enough to him, he grabbed both of your hands. “Yeesss, I can see why Ravi wanted you.” He mused, forcing you to turn slowly so that he could continue to examine you with nothing but awe and admiration on his face.

“Speaking of which,” you spoke as you faced him once more. The best way to start this would be to say you were sorry for what happened. “I just wanted to sincerely apologize for being the reason why Suga attacked your men.” You told him, coming back around to face him.

Half listening, N waved off your apology. “Please, Ravi, Hongbin, and Ken are always getting into trouble.” Glancing at the members of his gang, they exchanged grins and smirks with one another. Obviously, N wasn’t lying. No wonder why Ravi hadn’t been bothered when you were at his house. He’s use to getting into trouble.

“Besides, you’re not the one who attacked my guys.” And just like that, all amusement was wiped from N’s face as he looked over at Suga. Completely serious now, he took your hand and went to stand in front of Jin and Suga. “You are.”

The tension that started to surround you all was thick and almost suffocating. Not showing any signs of being bothered by N’s harsh gaze, Suga flicked some hair out of his eyes.

“Well, they were harassing my friend. Was I just supposed to standby and let them kidnap her?” He spoke disrespectfully, and Jin shot him a glare. He was supposed to be apologizing. Not talking back.

“I’m not here to argue with you, kid. I set this meeting up because I was told that I’d be receiving two apologies. Your friend already gave me one.”

This whole thing was depending on Suga. Both you and Jin doubted that you all would be safely going back home if the boy didn’t apologize. Staring at Suga, your eyes were basically begging for him to just apologize so that this whole thing could be done and over with. And honestly, if you hadn’t been here, he wouldn’t have apologized. He was only doing this for your sake.

“I’m sorry.” Suga said through clenched teeth and looked away from N.

“And that’s that!” N smiled, content with the fact that he had gotten Suga to apologize to him. “It’s all water under the bridge now.” Chuckling, he looked back at you. "You’re one brave girl for befriending these low lives.” N tsked before lifting up your hand and kissing the back of it. It was obvious that this meeting was coming to an end. You wondered if all their meetings were this short. Then again, it had only been set up so that Suga and you could apologize to N.

Letting go of your hand, he shoved his own into the pockets of his jacket and continued talking. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.. and the encounter you had with my boys was only a scorch mark compared to the flames you’ll go up in if you keep hanging around these lost boys.” He gestured to Suga and Jin. Pausing, he replayed that last part in his head. “Lost Boys. I think I’ll call you that from now on.” He grinned at the two boys before glancing at you. “Guess that makes you their Wendy.”

You, Jin, and Suga said nothing as N turned and walked back to the black SUV. “I don’t want anymore trouble from you boys, got that?”

“So long as you don’t give us a reason to be troublesome.” Jin shrugged with his arms crossed over his chest.

“We’ll stick to our business, you stick to yours.” N agreed before getting into the car. Hongbing and Ken also got into the car, and it wasn’t long before the SUV was leaving the parking lot. Not leaving immediately, Ravi approached you. You were expecting for him to make some smart ass comment, or to even mock Suga for having to swallow his pride and apologize. 

“If you ever find yourself in trouble, or simply get tired of hanging out with little boys,” he gave Jin and Suga a shit eating grin before looking at you. “Give me call, okay?”

Okay, well that was unexpected. Searching his face for any sign that he might be pulling your leg, you weren’t sure if you wanted to believe him or not. He looked and sounded sincere. However, you probably wouldn’t ever take him up on that offer. Instead of answering though, you just nodded your head.

Coming forward, Ravi placed a kiss on your forehead before swiftly turning to leave. Waiting until he had gotten into his car and left, Jin came to stand right beside you. The tension had been lifted, and an issue had been avoided.

Throwing his arm around your shoulders, Jin grinned at you. “Well since that’s over with, I say we celebrate. We managed to avoid getting into a war with Vixx. That’s quite the success.”

“And it was all thanks to Yoonie!” You added, somewhat teasing Suga. Rolling his eyes, the boy looked as if something was bothering him. You knew better than to question him about it now. Plus, Jin didn’t seem to care and was in a good mood that you didn’t want to ruin.

“Yoonie oppa, you’re so awesome.” Jin said, making his voice higher to immitate a schoolgirl.

“Oppa~ you saved us.” You joined in.

“You two are so annoying. Let’s just go already.” Suga snapped and moved over to the truck.

Looking at each other, you and Jin laughed, amused that you both had gotten under Suga’s skin.

Alcohol and abandoned freight trains was the way to celebrate in the minds of BTS. Jin had called all the boys on the way to buy liquor with his fake id, telling them all to meet him at the spot. It was a place you had never been to before, and you were sure it was because they don’t just bring anyone here. The freight trains and tracks were rusted from years of going unused, but it didn’t bother the boys any. They liked that this place was deserted.

Climbing to the top of one of the freight cars and then hopping over to another was a task that you surprisingly didn’t mind. After traffic blocking and then getting drugged, nothing really surprised you anymore. 

Sitting between Jimin and V, you smiled softly as the sun began to go down. 

“We’ve got the perfect view.” Jimin grinned, and you nodded your head in agreement as V rested his head on your shoulder. One by one the boys stopped talking, all of them taking in the sunset and appreciating the fact that this was something that they were able to see.

“You guys should’ve seen Suga today.” Jin broke the silence after a few quiet seconds, taking a swing of  his alcohol.

“Ugghhh, not this again.” Suga groaned. You and him had both decided not to drink. You didn’t want to risk your father smelling it on you, and Suga was going to be the designated driver since he was the only one allowed to drive Jin’s truck. As Jin started teasing him with the other boys, Suga stood to his feet.

“Y/N, take a walk with me.” He demanded and held out his hand to help you up. With no hesitation, you took his hand and carefully climbed to your feet. It didn’t take you both long to climb down from the freight train, the gravel crunching under your shoes as you began walking.

It was quiet between the two of you, and you knew it was because something was on his mind. He hasn’t said much since the meeting with Vixx ended. You and Jin have been doing most of the talking with him giving a short response every now and then. You figured, that since none of the others were around, it was a good time to see what was wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yeah.” Another short reply. Pouting, you crossed your arms over your chest. 

“Why do you do that?” You questioned. He had told you to stop letting people push you around and even though he wasn’t necessarily doing that, you were going to speak your mind. This had been bugging you for awhile now, and you didn’t like it.

“Do what?” He kicked at a rock with his foot, not even bothering to look at you.

“You just…” Sighing in slight frustration, you stopped walking. It took him a few seconds to realize you weren’t beside him, and he stopped and turned to look at you. “You act like you care one minute, and then you’re back to being cold and distant the next. It’s annoying.. and if you don’t want to care, then just don’t care.” You hoped you weren’t coming across as rude. You were just trying to make a point.

Surprised by your sudden boldness, Suga didn’t say anything right away. Expressing himself was hard, but he understood what you were saying. He’s just acted like this for such a long time that it’s often hard for him to turn it off and show how he’s really feeling. There was also one another thing…

“I’m scared..” He admitted, and his confession caused for your eyes to widen. None of the boys have ever expressed their fears to you, and maybe that was the problem. “I’m scared that if I get close to you.. or touch you.. something will go wrong and you’ll leave.” It wasn’t an irrational fear, and you could see why he felt that way. He’s an orphan so besides BTS, no one in his life has ever stuck around.

You wanted him to know that you weren’t like everyone else. "I’m not going anywhere, Yoongi.” You told him reassuringly, moving closer to him. “How could I after everything I’ve been through with you and the others? It’d be like losing a part of myself if I left.

Staring at each other, you started to get that feeling in the pit of your stomach. The same one you had when he had been super close to you in the hallway. The one that made you want to pull him closer and kiss him. Clearing your throat, you looked away from him.

“Ah, it’s beautiful tonight isn’t it?” You asked, lifting your eyes up to the night sky. Changing the subject seemed like a good idea. You didn’t want to end up doing something stupid and embarrass yourself. “You can see the stars so much better out here since there’s not any bright street lights.”

“Y/N.” Suga stepped closer and took your hands in his, forcing you to look back at him. His face was serious, and you were hoping that he wasn’t about to fuss at you for something. “Don’t call Ravi. Ever.”

Blinking, you had completely forgotten about Ravi and what he said. Obviously, Suga hadn’t. You wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what had been bothering him. Truth be told, you didn't’ really have intentions of ever calling Ravi unless it was an absolute emergency.

“If you need anything, I want you to come to me.” Suga told you seriously. “It should be me that’s always there for you. Not him.”

Feeling your face heat up at how adamant he was about being there for you, you nodded your head. “O-Okay.” You had no problem going to Suga. He’s helped you out plenty of times before, so you knew he was capable of solving any problem you managed to land yourself in.

Still holding onto your hands, he seemed relieved that you agreed to what he had said. So relieved that he smiled softly at you and opened his mouth to say something else. 

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

cosleia  asked:

A little prompt for you! benarmie high school AU: Ben doesn't get along with other students very well and has a special place he goes to be alone during breaks and lunch. One day he arrives and discovers someone already there: Armitage Hux, the new transfer student.

Location, as any realtor will tell you, is absolutely vital. Take Ben’s favorite spot to eat his lunch, for instance. Once, the school had had an outdoor swimming pool, and there had been a special closet just for holding the cleaning supplies, the chlorine and whatever other chemicals go into a pool, the long-handled nets that were used to fish stuff out. Then the pool had been filled up with concrete and turned into a blacktop where students could play basketball instead. This change had Ben grateful for two reasons: one, he didn’t have to change into a swimsuit around his fucking dick classmates, and two, the pool closet had been basically abandoned. 

It was very small – there were handicapped bathroom stalls that were roomier – but it was quite clean, and it was just a couple doors down from the office, where Ben spent last period doing menial shit for the school secretary because he had already taken all the classes he needed and was just dicking around doing AP classes the first half of the day. “Don’t you want to get all that college credit while you’re still in high school?” his mother had wanted to know, and he had been forced to agree. So the morning was spent in AP literature and calculus and human geo, grinding out mock essays and taking endless practice tests and trying not to get into fights with the teacher over pedantic shit like whether Antarctica could be considered a British colony. The afternoon was spent almost exclusively stapling things. Tasks for the genius, tasks for the idiot. In between, respite in the pool closet.

Until today.

There’s some scrawny ginger kid in a polo shirt sitting with his back to the door in the little nest Ben has made for himself, in the broken chair from the office that Ben salvaged while the secretary was out at Chick-fil-a on her lunch break. He didn’t even have a lunch proper with him, just a Clif bar and a bottle of some unpronounceable hipster tea. He appeared to be watching a TV show on his phone, though Ben couldn’t tell which one it was. Something live-action, but brightly colored. Ben didn’t miss a beat. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

The kid sits a little more stiffly and turns his head so he’s kind of looking sideways at Ben, not quite looking like he’s gotten in trouble, but wary. Maybe he’s seen Ben sitting in the office and suspects he’s doing something more important than stapling, he’s looking at Ben like he might be some kind of mole who will go tell on him to the principal. “I could ask you the same,” he answers.

Ben snorts. “I’m just trying to eat my lunch.”

“Well, so am I.”

“I was here first. You don’t own this place.”

“Dude, fuck you.” Ben feels his temper already begin to rise, the hairs on the back of his neck rising like an animal’s fur. “Neither do you, and I eat here every day. Go eat in the cafeteria.”

The kid is silent for a second, then turns to face Ben fully. His expression is far more dignified than Ben would expect from someone who’s clearly been struck on the other side of his face, the cheek puffy and dark, the edge of his lip split. “Already did,” he says, mock-casual. That shuts Ben up.

He just stands there, staring at the kid, who apparently feels compelled to continue. “Anyway. I won’t come back after today, don’t worry. But if you can just like, not fucking push me anymore today…”

Now Ben feels like shit, and he crouches down in a sort of squat, near where the kid is sitting. He considers the facts. There are two months left of the school year, if that. Then graduation. It’s better to share this space with someone else who needs it than make yet another enemy, and he figures if they end up hating one another, he can always get here early and sit against the door to keep anyone from getting in. 

Ben feels like he’s a coach in a made-for-TV movie, ready to give this guy he just met a pep talk. “Don’t worry about it,” he says, low. “They’re shitheads, I know. That’s why I’m here, you know? Total shitheads. We can like, share.”

The guy seems like he’s trying not to smile. “Only one chair.”

“So find another one. There’s broken chairs in the auditorium. Some even better than this one.”

“Princely of you to offer me the nice broken chair. That I have to go get.”

“Yeah, well, I’m only kind of a shithead. Not a total shithead.” He decided it was okay to be nosy. “Did you just bring that to eat?”

“I was going to buy more, but.” The kid shrugged. “No worries. There’s a vending machine.”

“Did whoever did it get in trouble?”

“The fuck if I know.”

“God, I get in trouble if I like, breathe angry. They better have.”

“Do you beat up people all that much?” the kid asks, tearing off a quarter-sized piece of the Clif bar and popping it in his mouth. 

“Well, no, but–I’m just like, so fucking ready to be done with this place.” His legs were beginning to hurt, so Ben just plopped onto the floor, now looking way up to meet this kid’s eye. The new guy snorted and took a swig of his tea.

“I’ve been here about four days and I’m ready.”

“Just stay in here, really. Don’t tell anybody else about it.” Ben rummaged through his lunch bag. “How’d you find it, anyway?”

“I thought it was like, an old bathroom. What are you doing later?”

Ben is so surprised by this question that he answers it a little too honestly. “Stapling.”


“I mean–I work in the office. After lunch. I’m out of classes to take.”

“Oh,” the kid said, clearly lost. 

“But after that I just walk home.”

“Is there like, anywhere to eat around here?”

“I can give you some of my lunch–”

“I don’t want your lunch, I want like, a burger. What’s around here?”

“We can go to Denny’s.”

The kid gives a weird, sly smile. “We?”

“Or you can sit the fuck at Denny’s by yourself,” Ben answers, a little too fast and a little too mad. 

“Or we could go together.”

“I mean, sure, you can come, too.”

The smile gets wider. “How generous of you,” he almost purrs, looking pleased despite the bruise on his cheek. “I think I’ll take you up on that.”

It’s not until Ben is sitting back at the desk in the administration office that he realizes he doesn’t know this kid’s name yet, or whether this is a date. Two questions he’s going to have to ask, he decides, pressing down on the stapler as hard as he can. The cattish gleam in this kid’s eye when he said that, even in the low ugly light of the pool closet, it sure made Ben think it was. Who are you?, Ben keeps wondering, and also, more insistently, who hurt you? When he finds out, he thinks, already so protective–when he finds out, he’ll make him pay. 

anonymous asked:

drarry 19 please!! and god i love your account so much❤️

Thank you so much!!

Part Two

My Writing

“What the hell is he doing here?” Harry asked Ron when Draco Malfoy walked through the doors to the bar they were at with all their friends to celebrate Harry’s birthday.

Ron shrugged.

“He said he wanted to come. I was, of course, against extending an invitation to him, but Hermione said we should let him come if he wants to.”

“Well did Hermione think of what I wanted on my birthday?”

Ron just laughed.

“It’ll be fine, mate. He probably just wants a few free drinks. Just ignore him.”

Just five minutes later, Draco made his way over to Harry.

“Happy birthday, Potter,” Draco said smugly.


They both just stood there awkwardly for a moment before Harry gave Draco a nod and walked off to go talk to some other people.

The night went on and things were fine. It was a very nice party with very nice people…excluding Draco. Harry still didn’t understand why he had wanted to come, but he pushed it from his mind in order to have a good night.

However, when it got later, this was hard to do when Draco stumbled over to Harry.

“Potter!” He shouted much too loudly for how close he already was to Harry.

“Yes, Malfoy?” Harry answered exasperatedly.

“Happy birthd-day,” Draco slurred.

“You already said happy birthday, but thank y-”

Harry stopped what he was saying when Draco held out a gift to him.

“What’s this?”

Draco rolled his eyes and put a hand on his hip, all while trying to remain standing upright.

“A present, obviously. On people’s birthdays, you give them presents.”

“Yes…but you hate me.”

Draco let out an annoyed sigh.

“Just open it,” he whined.

Harry chuckled quietly and shook his head.

You’re drunk. I didn’t know Malfoys were allowed to get drunk, I thought that would be against your code of conduct or something,” Harry teased, and couldn’t believe that he was bantering with Draco Malfoy.

Draco smiled, like actually smiled, and all Harry could think to do was to appreciate that fact that Draco Malfoy was beaming at him.

“Shh, don’t tell Mother.”

Harry laughed and finally took the gift from Draco. Before opening it, however, Harry gave Draco another skeptical look. Draco just motioned for him to continue.

Harry couldn’t help the smile on his face. He tried, but he really couldn’t. This was just so weird, but at the same time it was…nice.

He slowly unwrapped the gift, and started laughing when he saw what was on the very top. There were about ten “Potter Stinks” badges. Draco laughed too.

“I found them laying in my old trunk. I thought you might want them. There is more than just that, though.”

Harry could still hear him slurring slightly, but could tell that Draco was trying to control it, so he didn’t say anything. He just smiled at the blond and continued opening his gift.

In the box, there were several golden snitches, and Harry gave Draco a very confused look.

“Those are all the snitches that you caught when playing against me. They keep them all at Hogwarts. Labelled and everything from which games they’re from and who caught it. I asked McGonagall if I could have them to give to you. I thought you might like something to remind you how much better than me you are. I know it isn’t much, but…” he trailed off, not really knowing where to go.

“No, this is really nice. And I don’t think I’m better than you Draco. Not at all.”

Harry hadn’t even realized that he had used Draco’s first name until he saw Draco’s face light up.

“Th-There’s more,” Draco informed him, now sounding nervous, and Harry didn’t understand why.

Until he looked into the box and saw a small piece of paper.

He gently unfolded it and scanned his eyes over it. He did this several times because he really couldn’t believe what he was reading.


I put this note in here because I can guarantee you that I am very drunk by this point in the night. I tend to do that when I get nervous about things. If I’m not drunk, I probably just left this somewhere in the bar for you to find and open. Anyway, the reason for this is because I, unlike you, do not possess Gryffindor bravery or anything like that, and there’s no way I could actually say these words to you, regardless of if I’m drunk. 

So first, I want to apologize for all our years of animosity. I’m really sorry for how awful I was to you. You were probably wondering why I even showed up here tonight, and well, this is the reason.

The truth is that I’ve always wanted to be your friend. At least that’s how it started out. Around our third year, I started to fancy you. A lot. And those feelings never went away. If anything, they’ve only gotten stronger. So I came here tonight in hopes of becoming friends…or possibly more.

I understand if you don’t feel the same way or don’t even want to be friends. After all, I was horrible. And even though I don’t deserve it, I would really appreciate it if you at least gave me a chance. 

Also, I’m sorry for now putting you in what I’m sure is a very uncomfortable position, but I really couldn’t keep this to myself any longer.

So happy birthday, Potter. I hope your day has been memorable.

Hopefully we will speak again soon, and hopefully I will sober then.


Harry looked up in shock at Draco, whose cheeks had flooded with color.


Draco rapidly shook his head, and he looked like he was going to be sick.

“No, Potter…I-I don’t…just…wait to give me an answer. I can’t do this right now.”

Draco then ran off to what Harry assumed to be the bathroom.

“Draco!” He called and followed him.

Draco dropped in front of one of the toilets and began throwing up all the alcohol he had had that night.

Harry looked at Draco sympathetically and crouched down behind him to rub his back until he was done.

Draco wiped his mouth and hung his head out of embarrassment. Not only had I given him that stupid, bloody note, but now I just threw up in front of him. Way to go Draco, A plus job.

Draco stood up abruptly and shoved Harry away. 

“Draco, hey, let’s talk.”

Draco just ignored him and kept walking, or rather stumbling and shoving people out of his way. Harry quickly caught up with him and grabbed his arm.

“Stop, I want to talk.”

“Well I don’t, Potter. I’ve already made a big enough fool out of myself for the night, so if you don’t mind I would like to go home.”

“You’re not apparating, are you?”

“So what if I am?”

“Draco, you’ve had way too much to drink to apparate safely.”

Draco glared at him and clenched his fists. He could not deal with Potter acting like he cared about him right now.

“I’ll apparate us to your house, you can side-along with me.”

“Fine,” Draco grumbled.

Harry grabbed his arm and turned on the spot, apparating them into Draco’s very large flat.

“There. I’m home. Now you can leave.”

Harry sighed.

“Okay, okay. I’ll leave you alone. But when you’re ready to talk, don’t be afraid to send an owl.”

Harry then left his flat and headed back to his own house. He really didn’t even know what to think. He wasn’t sure how he felt about Draco. He knew that he wouldn’t mind being friends, but something more? He hadn’t really given it any thought…or had he? Maybe the weird things he had been feeling towards Draco over the course of the night had always been there, in the back of his mind, and he always just had too many other things, such as defeating Voldemort and all, on his mind to realize it.