at least i made something right

Reid x reader:
Imagine the reader being younger than Reid.

Warnings: big age difference, fluff/smut???, talking about cases

The team notices right away that something was on Spencer’s mind. It had been for the past couple months. It starts becoming obvious when boy genius himself starts messing up his facts.

“What’s up with you, pretty boy? Who’s got your panties in a knot?” Morgan asked him on the way out of the office.

The two were tired from a long day at Quantico and ready to be home.

“Knot? What makes you think anyone’s been doing anything with my panties? Did someone say something?” The doctor stuttered.

“Wow there. No I can just tell you have been distracted. Is there something you want to tell me?” Derek raises his eyebrows, stopping at his car.

Reid thinks what the best idea would be. He trusted Morgan but he also looked up to him and wondered what he would think.

“I met someone.” Reid’s mouth speaks before his brain has a chance to catch up.

Morgan can’t say he was surprised, he heard something from JJ but they were all just assumptions.

“A little lady caught the eye of Spencer Reid? Now how does one do that?” Derek smirks.

Reid has a silly grin on his face, he shrugs and looks down at the ground.

“She is- she’s pretty amazing.” He brags.

It was a relief to finally get it off his chest. For the past 3 months he’s been having to keep it a secret. He wouldn’t usually be hanging around people like you. Not unless he was on the job.

Not that there is anything wrong with you. Like he said you are amazing; smart, funny, beautiful. Everything he wanted in a girl.

You were pretty much his dream girl, except you are real.

“So when do I get to meet her?” Morgan wonders.

A question Spencer couldn’t answer. Both of your schedules were pretty full. You and Spencer had talked about meeting your friends next weekend at Rossi’s.

“Soon hopefully.” Spencer said before both him and his coworker made their way home.

When you heard the door start to unlock, you put your book down.

You greet the boy at the door.

You throw your arms around his neck before he has a chance to put anything down. He hugs you back.

“Did you get settled in?” He asks, closing the door with his foot.

You nod, you got into town this morning, Spencer was already at work so you have been at his house all alone. You two planned spending the spring holiday together. A whole week and a half of just you and your boyfriend.

You two untangle from each other and he puts his bag on the hook by the door. You loved Spencer’s house, it was what you wanted yours to look like. Books everywhere, almost OCD clean.

A love of books is what drew you and Spencer together so quickly.

“I think I need to shower.” Spencer announces, taking his coat off and hanging it will his bag.

“I think I’ll join you.” You smile and follow after him to the bathroom.
*
Spencer and you had been enjoying your time here. Times where he was at work, which seemed to be a lot, you found something to do.

You were never really bored, Spencer had an abundance of books and the city was interesting to explore.

You two were laying in bed, you were nearly asleep when his phone started ringing.

“Hello?” He answers, you knew he was asleep because he sounded half asleep. “Okay.” He says before hanging up.

“Who was that?” You ask curiously.

He starts getting up from bed, wearing only his robe.

“We have a case. They need me.” He gets into his dresser.

You frown, “It’s nearly two in the morning.” You whine.

He walks over to you leaning over you. “It’s all part of the job.” He kisses your lips and starts to get dressed.

You begin to doze off, the last thing you remember is Spencer covering you with a blanket and kissing your forehead.

When you open your eyes, the sun is flooding through the window, it’s just past noon.

You sit up, the house still empty. You check your phone and there is a message from Spencer. He says they had to go to New York for a case but shouldn’t be long.

You groan, you had homework to do but you wanted Spencer. You laid in bed for another hour before actually getting up. You made coffee and started right up on your homework.

You only stopped twice, to make something to eat and when Spencer called.

“I’m sorry, this really isn’t what I wanted to happen.” He apologizes over the phone.

“It’s okay, it’s your job. People need your brains.” You smile.

You can hear his laugh over the phone. You missed him, you were happy to be at his house than in your town. At least when he comes back you will be here.

“You doing okay-” Spencer starts.

“Who’s that?” You hear a voice on the other end of the line.

“I- I gotta go.” Spencer rushes.

You exchange goodbyes and hang up the phone. You knew Spencer hadn’t told his team about you. It was obvious why, you couldn’t help but feel he was embarrassed of you but you knew better than that.

You knew Spencer’s feelings for you were real, he cared so much about you and never missed a chance to show you.

Spencer had been talking to you about going to meet some of his friends tomorrow. They are meeting up at a coworkers house and he wanted you to meet them.

You couldn’t help but be nervous. He spoke so highly about his friends, you wondered what they would think.

The rest of the night you read and watched tv on your phone. Spencer of course did not have a tv which you found ridiculous. He was not that into electronics but everyone needs a tv.

You tried to stay up as late as you could, not knowing when Spencer would be home. When you found yourself falling asleep while reading a book, you knew it was time to call it a night.

It was almost 3am and you could barely keep your eyes open. You changed into one of Spencer’s shirts, surprisingly you hadn’t really worn one before. Spencer wasn’t the type of boyfriend who just gave away his shirts.

He doesn’t gets how sexy it is.

With that, you cuddled up in his bed by yourself and drifted to sleep. The next morning you woke up again around noon. You lifted your head up in bed to catch sight of the sleeping boy next to you.

A smile spread across your face, his hair is sprawled out across the pillow.

You roll closer to him and kiss his bare shoulder. You rub his back as he starts stirring. He rolls to face you and you automatically gasp.

“Spencer.” You say.

“Don’t worry, it’s not as bad as it looks.” He scrunched up his beaten face.

You cup his face, “This is the thing I don’t like about your job.”

“I know.” He smiles and pulls your head down to kiss your lips.

“Come on, let’s go out to breakfast.” He suggests.

The rest of the day was amazing. You two go out to breakfast then he spends the rest of the day reading to you. Your head in his lap as he reads The Narrative of John Smith to you. You notice he barely has to look at the book but that doesn’t surprise you much.

You two start getting ready to go to Reid coworkers house.

“Are you sure you want me to come?” You look at him through the mirror of the bathroom while drying your hair, a towel wrapped around your body.

“Yes, you are an important person in my life. I want you to meet the other important people.” He comes up behind you and kisses your cheek.

Having him by your side makes you feel better about everything. When you guys load into the car, you take his hand. He smiles at you, you can tell he is nervous too.

He cares so much about his team, if they don’t approve it with crush him. When you get to the nice sized house you park out front. You both sit in the car for a couple minutes.

“I’m really excited to meet your friends, Spence. I just want you to know, if they don’t like me it won’t change anything between us.” You comfort him. You have met the team before, it was before you and Spencer had even met.

“I think they are going to love you. I think it’s just at first they will be… confused.” He says.

You two finally exit the car and make your way to the door of the modern house. Spencer knocks and plays with his fingers while waiting for it to open. When it does there is a Middle aged man on the other side of the door.

He looks at you, then to Spencer then back to you before finally greeting you.

“Well hello. You just be Y/N.” He reaches out to shake your hand. “I’m David Rossi.”

You smile and shake his hands, “I’ve heard great things about you. It’s nice to meet you.”

He invited us in and there are multiple other people standing around the kitchen island.

All eyes go over to you guys and you can see the shock on everyone’s face. You wait for someone to say something and luckily Rossi finally does.

“This is Y/N, everyone.” He introduces you. He tells you everyone else’s name.

You smile at everyone and you and Spencer slowly start to merge with the group.

“Hi, it’s nice to meet you.” Prentiss says.

She seems very nice, you already had heard so much about the team, you felt like you knew them.

“Weren’t you at the college campus we were at?” She asks.

You were surprised she remembered. They came to your college and did a presentation about what they do in the BAU. It’s actually where Spencer and you met.

“Ah! That’s where I recognized you from! You were the girl who knew everything about everything.” JJ jumps in.

You’re honored that’s what they remember about you. It’s not that you knew everything about everything, it’s just no one in your class know much about anything. So when they asked questions you were the only one who really answered.

“Well it’s good to see you again.” Prentiss says.

You nod, this is going a lot better than You’d thought.

“So how did you and Spencer get together?” They asks.

You are a bit embarrassed, it makes you feel even younger to explain how you started seeing each other.

“Well after the lecture I actually came up and asked him a couple follow up questions.” You had already thought he was attractive from the beginning of the lecture. “He answered most of them but gave me his card in case I had anymore questions. So I called him the next weekend.”

Now it’s been a couple months. Time is really flying by.

Spencer walks up beside you, you smile at him. You think he just wants make sure you are all getting along. You actually really like Prentiss and JJ.

“Can I get you guys any wine?” Rossi offers Spencer and You. That’s when You notice almost all the rest of the team has a glass of wine.

You look up at Spencer awkwardly and he scratches his head.

“She can’t uh-” He starts.

“I won’t be 21 for a couple more months.” You finish.

The team is all the sudden quiet, all the conversations that seemed to be had suddenly stopped.

Reid is quite a bit older than you He celebrated his 32nd birthday this last fall.

“So your 20?” Garcia clears up. Her and Morgan are standing together. You so would think they were together but from what You heard from Spencer that’s just how their relationship is.

You nod and everyone stays silent.

“Well I guess Reid isn’t the baby if the group anymore.” Derek finally days.

You don’t know whether to laugh or be insulted. You take a step closer to Spencer. His hand finds yours.

“ I mean we all were joking you would be perfect for him during the lecture.” Rossi says.

“Yeah, you sounded so much like him it was kind of scary. Having one Reid around is intimidating enough.” Hotch smiles.

You think Spencer was right. It was a little awkward at first but after they get to know you, your age difference won’t even be a thought in their mind.

You look up at Spencer and smile at him. He smiles at you and kisses your forehead.

Next you just have to worry about telling your parents.

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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So after many hours of work, I made some BATIM screenshot edits to use for whatever! Backgrounds, headers, knock yourself out.

Crediting is loved, but not necessary. Just don’t TAKE credit for them, and we’re good.

They have captions

BE SURE TO CLICK THEM TO ACTUALLY SEE THEM ON TUMBLRS WEIRD FORMAT

(and right click, open in new page to see it BIG)

like what do you want to bet that at least once when Jason was Robin, he made Bruce laugh in front of the Justice League by standing behind Hal and mimicking everything he did while pouting stoically. 

meanwhile Hal feared for his mortal soul because Batman was looking right at him and laughing. 

and what do you want to bet that he’s even WORSE about it whenever they run into Hal now? 

Jason prancing around on a rooftop behind him providing running commentary through the comm

“In brightest day, in blackest night, something something i hate yellow GREEN LANTERN!” 

The only thing scarier than having the Bat laugh at you is having him and a gaggle of Batlings quietly start laughing one by one and then composing themselves, only to repeat the cycle

Strip Tutoring // Jeff Atkins // requested

Request : please do a jeff atkins imagine but please dont let him die there iM BEGGIN U

This imagine doesn’t mention his death or the party or anything! Just a regular ‘dating Jeff Atkins’ imagine. Lol

Requests are closed. xx

Warnings : not really smut but… stripping ?…. cheeky!Jeff

Pairings : Jeff x Fem.Reader

Originally posted by jeffreysatkins

Originally posted by ardevaas88


Walking into the library, my eyes scanned over everyone’s faces until I saw my boyfriend sitting with Clay. He looked irritated and pinched the bridge of his nose. Taking a seat at the table, Jeff’s eyes lit up.

“Hey babe.” He smiled. 

I grinned, “How’s he doing, Clay?”

“Depends. Did Abraham Jefferson write the Declaration of Independence?” Clay responded smartly. 

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Bruises On Another (part five)

Originally posted by barnessergeant

Prompt: Steve doesn’t know where they come from, and he isn’t exactly sure why they’re there. All he knows is that his body is littered in bruises, and there’s something different about them. They aren’t just bruises, and they certainly didn’t come from a trip in a step or clumsiness. No, Steve knows there’s more behind the marks that litter his body.

THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - finale

Pairing: Slow!Burn Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader (it’ll make sense)

Warnings: marks, bruises, pain, physical abuse, force, sexual inclinations, etc. I mean no disrespect to anyone or to upset anyone, this story starts off rough but I can say that things will get better.

A/N: I hope you all enjoy this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Send me a little comment in the ask section or leave it below on what you thought of this chapter. It doesn’t have to be long, I appreciate every single comment I receive and telling me just helps inspire me to write it more frequently.

P.S. This a soulmate AU.

I will NO LONGER be adding anyone to the Tag’s List!


“You’re hanging with the wrong crowd.”

It was the first time either of you had dared to speak; surrounded by the silence of your own thoughts. You were too plagued by the thoughts of what had happened that night and what you’d done. The image of Billy kept appearing in your mind and you remembered him grabbing you, smacking you into a wall and using you as if you were nothing more than that- something to be toyed with. He hadn’t gotten very far as you imagined he’d wanted to, but you could still feel his hands on you, gripping you, hurting you.

It seemed all anyone ever did anymore was hurt you.

The decision to go to this party was probably one of your worst decisions yet; and you’re not even sure what had possessed you. Were you that pathetic to think one guy who showed even the tiniest bit of interest in you meant well? Were you that naive? But when you thought about it, you knew you were- you’d always been that naive.

You were so desperate to feel loved and cherish, you’d jumped at the first chance at it. You’d made yourself a fool in front of that very same person and gotten yourself into trouble because of it. You were a fool. A idiot who never learned from their mistakes and instead only found yourself more bruised and marked in the end. Which reminded you of what awaited you when you finally did get home and why you felt so sick to your stomach.

When you’d first left you’d thought you maybe could’ve gotten away with sneaking out, that somehow your father’d never find about you leaving for a few hours. But now, despite your foggy mind, you knew that that was the stupidest thing you’d ever thought. Your father prided on knowing where you were every minute of the day, and if you weren’t at school you were expected to be at home- or at least doing something that’d benefit him. It made you hate him all that more but it also made you fear him.

You knew when you arrived home, that he’d be there waiting for you.

“Oh?” You softly questioned, staring out the window; you were already practically home. Just a few more minutes and you’d arrive at the place of your doom. “And I imagine you’d know?”

Steve sighed heavily and you noticed the way his hands gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Listen i don’t know you very well-”

“That’s right, you don’t know me.” You weren’t sure if it was the alcohol speaking or the frustration you felt at the entire night, but you were angrier than you’d been in a while. And oddly you didn’t fear Steve lashing back. Knowing that if you’d spoken like that to your father you would’ve ended up with a broken body, or say Billy, that things wouldn’t have ended well. But it was almost like something told you Steve wasn’t like that. “So don’t presume to know what’s best for me.”

When Steve didn’t reply you glanced his way and noticed he almost looked disappointed- hurt. Sighing, you shook your head, sobering up your thoughts. “Sorry,” you apologized. “It’s just- must be the alcohol.”

Steve nodded as if he understood; “I used to hangout with people like Billy.” He explained softly and you imagined it was because he hoped to connect with you. “They made do a lot of things that were wrong and I just want you to know, Billy isn’t worth that.”

You looked out the window, gazing at the streets of your new neighbourhood as your hand flew to your neck where Billy had bit down. “Yeah…” You mumbled, rubbing the spot. You don’t know how your father will react if he sees it, which you imagine he probably will. The pit in your stomach grew deeper.

You saw your house in the distance and felt your body constricting into yourself when you noticed the lights on. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you pointed out the window; “that’s me.” You said softly, and Steve nodded. Before you knew it, the car was swerving to the right and it came to a stop, just before your house.

You could see your father on the front porch and closed your eyes. You seemed to lose yourself for a moment before you felt a hand on your shoulder; “Y/N?” Snapping out of your stupor, you turned to Steve and sent a quick smile. Much like his from before, it didn’t meet your eyes. You quickly slipped off his jacket, holding your arms to yourself and handed the coat to him.

“Oh, you can kee-”

“No!” You rushed out a bit too quickly, focusing too much on the eyes that seemed to pierce into your back. Coughing, you ignored Steve’s concerned look and gripped the door handle. “It’s okay. I’m home anyways.” You smiled, opening the door and stepping out. “Thanks.” You offered shortly.

Steve seemed hesitant to let you go and you watched with a sinking feeling him glance at your father; but one look at your expression and he backed down. He nodded; “no problem.” And started up the car again. You closed the door, watching Steve drive off with a distant look before he disappeared around a corner. You held the stare for a moment longer, well aware that your father had seen the entire thing just now.

You turned to your doom and let your head fall down before making your way up to the front porch. Your father said nothing, and you watched him drop his cigarette into the ground before you and stomp on it. You flinched at the harsh movement before you felt him grip your arm roughly and drag you inside. You didn’t fight him, knowing better than that and soon you found yourself stumbling into your house.

You felt your breath quicken and glancing up at your father, you met the same angry eyes that you hated so much. Letting out a huff of fear, you clenched your fists; “Father, i’m so-” You were cut off by a sharp sting radiating through your cheek. Gasping in shock, you gripped your now reddened cheek and stared up at your father.

You hadn’t seen him so angry in so long and it only made the pit in your stomach grow to the point you felt like there was nothing left. You felt yourself shake like a leaf before him and your body curl into yourself desperately, as if that would make you disappear from his sight. You hadn’t anticipated this, you knew he’d be angry- but… you wished you stayed at the party, let Billy do what he wanted to you because nothing could match up to what your father could.

You wished you’d stayed in that car with Steve…

“You whore!” Your father spat and you winced, tilting your head back. His hands suddenly grabbed ahold of your cheeks and your eyes were yanked up to meet his. “Look at me.” He said, this time much quieter but all the more scary. “Where were you all night?” He paused, “drinking?”

“It was a party-” You tried to explain but your words jumbled over others. Your father shook your head and screamed into you face to speak more clearly. “It was a party,” you repeated, much more clear. “And there was alcohol, I had a few drinks.”

“The neighbours told me they saw you get into a boys car.” Your father explained and your heart fell, why did you think your neighbours wouldn’t say anything? “That boy who dropped you off, who is he?” 

“No one-”

“Don’t lie!”

“No one!” You screamed, your voice cracking and you felt the tears finally fall as he shoved his face into yours and gripped your head so you couldn’t move. “No one. I promise.” But you felt your heart plummet when your father’s eyes glanced around you and they zoned in on the mark on your neck- who you were sure was positive he hadn’t made that.

Your father finally let go of your face and leaning back, he seemed to think for a moment. Then his eyes wandered down to your shirt and through your tears you felt your eyes close, knowing what he’d think. Stepping towards you, all went silent as your father breathed heavily by your ear. You said nothing, swallowed the lump in your throat and clenched your fists so tight your nails dug into your palm.

Then before you knew it, you were doubling over in pain and gripping your stomach. “You are filthy slut,” he spat. Your father didn’t let you get far before he gripped your arm again. This time he dug his nails into your arm and you let out a cry of pain as it burned through your arm. Standing there before him, you cried out in pain, desperate for it to be over. Your father gripped your chin with his free hand, still gripping your arm with a bruising grip.

“Will you ever sneak out again?” Your father asked in a whisper, yanking your chin so you met his eyes again.

“No.”

“Say it!” He screamed.

“I won’t ever sneak out again.” You repeated, and after that you felt him shove away from you, making you fall down onto your butt against the hardwood beneath you. He said nothing but shut off all the lights and step past you, up the stairs. Though he didn’t waste the opportunity to kick at you with his feet before leaving. Biting your lip, you felt yourself fold over, bringing your knees to your chest and your head fell down. Nothing could stop the tears as they fell and you were succumb to the darkness that was your life.

How is any of this fair?


“Y/N!”

You paused, closing your eyes. That was undeniably Steve’s voice but you couldn’t- you picked up the speed in your step, desperate to get away before he reached you. “Y/N! Wait up!” You knew what he was going to say, you knew he was going to ask what had happened that night after he dropped you off. Your father’s punishment hadn’t ended that night and you spent the entire weekend in endless pain and suffering. To clarify, there was a fresh mark on your jaw that you hadn’t been able to cover up and you’d been receiving odd looks all day.

Word of Billy and you had spread around, you imagine from said boys lips himself. Though he’d changed the story just a bit to fit his needs and now everyone thought of you as some slut, as if you needed more shit in your life.

You knew what Steve wanted, you knew what he’d ask and you just- just couldn’t.

You walked as fast as you could through the hall, dodging students that stood in your way. You thought you’d managed to avoid him once you reached the back doors, and pushed the door to step out but before you could make it all the way through, a hand fell on your shoulder and you were spun around. Once your back hit the door behind you, you met the same brown eyes that never left your mind, for whatever reason, and Steve panted in relief.

“I called your name.” He said, huffing. “Jesus, i’ve literally been chasing after you all day.”

You shook your head, crossing your arms over your chest as you refused to respond. “Y/N.” He called again but you only turned the other way. You were acting like a child but you didn’t much care. If you told someone, you didn’t know how but your father would find out- and your life would only turn worse after that. Steve huffed in annoyance, and pausing he said the only thing he knew would catch your attention; “Y/N I know about the bruises.”

You knew that, that was obvious. He’d literally seen them the other night and you sure some rumour had been spread about tha-

“And they’re on my body too.” That made you pause and you felt your body freeze with bafflement. Finally your eyes met his and glancing up at him, you found no hint of a joke behind his eyes. Steve genuinely looked like he was telling the truth, but what he said made absolute no sense.

“You’re not making any sense.” You finally said, albeit softly.

Steve sighed, and letting go of your shoulders, he moved to the sleeves of his jacket and pulled them up. Sure enough, plain as day stood the same bruises that littered your own arms. Meeting his eye, you glanced at the black eye that matched your own and your mouth fell open without anything to say. “I have some on my stomach too.”

“How- what?”

“They started appearing the day you showed up at school.” Steve started to explain. “At first I didn’t understand- I still don’t honestly. They don’t hurt and I hadn’t caused them myself. Then I heard that someone saw you covering your own black eye.” Without thinking Steve outstretched his own hand towards you, and his hand fell a top of your left eye where he pressed down. You didn’t stop him, from either the shock or maybe the fact that you didn’t feel afraid of him. He rubbed down a part of your cheek and by the look on his face, you knew he saw your black eye. “Then I saw the bruises on your arm and today, your jaw…”

Your own hand went to your jaw, holding it in shame. It was then that you noticed the mark on Steve’s neck and brushing back a few strands of his hair, you hesitantly touched the mark that coincidentally was on your own neck.

“I put two and two together,” Steve started again. “And Y/N, I need to know, is your father- is your father abusing you?”


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The Thing About Love

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Characters: Kim Taehyung. ft bestfriend!Jeon Jungkook. 
Type: College AU.
Genre: Fluff and a smidgen of angst.
Word count: 7.1k


The thing about love is that you’ll never know when it’ll hit you right in the face until it does and you’re tumbling into a downward spiral of mishaps –and in the process, embarrass yourself to the point of social disgrace– still, even then you’ll wonder what the fuck just happened?

“Hey, you okay over there?”

The first thing you should have noticed is the person calling for your concern but you’re too busy being in pain from the akin-to bitch slap that landed smack dab on your face and the throbbing of your butt from the fall which also happen to be caused by the bitch slap. You wince at the stinging sensation when your index finger brushes your nose and realize it’s bleeding –most definitely broken too.

“Let me see.” Along with the voice comes a callous hand pulling yours out of your face then god, you don’t think a bitch slap could kill but no other explanation could make sense because you’re looking at an angel –a damn good looking one at that.

His face is shadowed by the halo bathing his beautiful sun kissed skin but from this distance –oh boy, from this distance– you can very well tell what emotion flashes across that attractive face.

“I think your nose is broken, might not wanna touch that.” He grimaces at the damage and swiftly pulls you up to your feet, strong –but not too buff– arm around your waist and your own arm around his broad shoulder.

You think he said something about going to the nurse’s office and some other thing you can’t be bothered to listen to because you’re too busy being in awe of his long lashes, soft, deep brown strands and just the perfect shade of tan.

Then he calls your name –he knows your name.

“Huh? What?” You snap out, blinking, dazed.

“I’m sorry I broke your nose with a football.”

So Kim Taehyung broke your nose with a football, that is what the fuck happened.

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Draco took one look inside the room and turned around. Rooming with Harry Potter? No, thank you. 

The pressure was already on. Everybody expected him to run and hide. And maybe he should have. But that would be like admitting defeat. Truth be told, Draco Malfoy was defeated, but he wasn’t about to show anyone that. 

Still, rooming with Harry Potter for his already stressful eighth year? That was the last straw. The last taunt he could take. He was out. 

Potter followed him, which Draco should have predicted. Potter wasn’t one to let things lie. 

“Malfoy, wait!“ 

Draco stopped but didn’t bother to turn around. He wouldn’t be staying long. "I’m not rooming with you, Potter. I can’t do it.”

He couldn’t see it, but he could imagine Potter’s expression easily. A mix of stubbornness, pity and something expectant, almost hopeful. He’d been wearing that same face around Draco ever since the trial. It made Draco uneasy. “I’m not - I don’t - I’ve forgiven you, Malfoy. There doesn’t need to be any bad –“

Draco whirled around then. He couldn’t help himself. He’d been right about Potter’s face. “You think that’s what this is about? Forgiveness?”

“It’s not?”

“It’s about my dignity, Potter,” Draco explained, trying – and failing – to keep his voice reserved. “It’s about self-preservation. It’s about admitting when I’ve lost.”

That, at least, surprised Potter enough to wipe the stupid piteous expression off his face. It was replaced with, of all things, a smile and the slight quirk of an eyebrow. “I didn’t take you for a quitter.”

Draco recognised it for what it was immediately. “Don’t.”

Potter feigned innocence. “Don’t what?”

“You know what. Don’t try and goad me into staying.”

Potter didn’t seem phased at being caught out. If anything, it encouraged the bastard. He leant up against the doorframe and crossed his arms, staring up at Draco with wide, dangerous eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Truth be told, I was dreading being your roommate. You leaving actually makes things easier for me. I won’t have to worry about being murdered in my sleep.””

Draco blinked. “I would never – “

“Of course you would say that,” Potter interrupted with an infuriating casualness. “But I’d still put up protection spells every night. Just in case. Self-preservation and all.” He winked.

“What are you trying to – “

“You always were a sore loser when I beat you in Quidditch. I guess I’m not surprised you couldn’t even hack a single day back at Hogwarts. That must be some sort of drop-out record.”

Draco pulled his shoulders back and took a deep breath, composing himself. It wouldn’t do to curse the Wizarding World’s saviour with his position of freedom already so precarious. “I’m not a sore loser. I’m not a quitter. It’s just too – “

“Then prove it,” Potter said, standing back up to his full height, staring Draco right in the eyes. “Stay. Just one more day. Show everyone what Draco Malfoy is made of.”

Draco stared back. Potter didn’t look away, didn’t back down. As always, Potter wasn’t quitting. And Potter never lost.

Draco pushed past Potter into the room and busied himself with unpacking his trunk to avoid any further eye contact. He knew Potter’s eyes were on his back. He could practically feel Potter’s inevitable smug smile boring into him. He thought it best to clarify:

“One more day.”

11 | You’ll Never Walk Alone

BTS + GOT7 X READER [GANG!AU]

WORD COUNT: 4,522

series warnings: mature themes, strong language, violence, substance abuse, eventual smut. this chapter contains graphic content such as violence

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Long Lasting Lies [p.p]

Originally posted by dailymcugifs

Title: Long Lasting Lies
Fandom: MCU/Spider-Man
Characters: Peter Parker x female!reader, Ned Leeds, May Parker, Michelle, mentions of Tony Stark,
Warnings: mentions of cheating on a partner, description of mugging, mild swearing
Word Count: 3,343
Requested: No, this is just me having major Peter feels at the moment due to me seeing Spider-Man: Homecoming last weekend
Blurb: You, Peter Parker’s girlfriend, have noticed that Peter has distanced himself, and have caught him lying on multiple occasions. When you confront him after being saved by Spider-Man, you are unaware that his excuse is only another one of his lies.
A/N: I have been super busy with exams, school and other personal things, which is why I’ve been so absent, but I’m hoping to update more frequently now that they’re over but I can’t be sure! Remember, I live in Australia where the school year ends in December so we’re only on winter break at the moment. ALSO I ONLY PROOF-READ THIS ONCE I’M SORRY IT’S LITERALLY 1:33AM DON’T KILL ME

Disclaimer: not my gif

[Y/N] = your first name
[L/N] = your last name 


The first time that Peter Parker lied to you was over the phone. You had just gotten ready for the date you had both planned as a post-midterms celebration when the familiar tune of your ringtone graced your ears. At the sight of Peter’s Caller ID, you had managed to grin before picking up. 

“I’m absolutely starving, Parker.” you greeted, taking a seat on your bed and tucking your left leg under your right. “You better have made reservations at the pizza parlour because you know how busy they can get on Fridays,” you added, and when Peter said nothing, you raised an eyebrow. “Peter?” 

“I’m here,” he assured you since it sounded like he wasn’t present in the conversation at all. “I’m here, sorry,” Peter mumbled his apology before taking a deep breath, one that you could hear even over the phone.

“Are you okay?” you inquired, immediately noticing the edge in his voice. “What’s up?”

“I’m so, so incredibly sorry that I’m doing this to you,” was what Peter chose to lead with. “But I can’t make it tonight.” 

For a moment, you the nervous feeling in your stomach turned into disappointment, but you shook it off quickly, knowing that there was always a good reason for Peter’s cancellations. “That’s okay. What came up?” you asked. “Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine, don’t worry about it.” something about the way Peter was speaking — perhaps it was the way his usually nonchalant voice seemed strained — made you immediately come to the conclusion that he was lying to you. 

“Peter,” You began slowly, putting a smile on your face, knowing that this would make your voice sound less worried than you truly were. “If there’s something going on, I’m not going to hate you for telling me. I’d really rather know than, well, not know.” you paused, giving Peter a minute.

“It’s nothing, I swear. Just some emergency stuff came up with Ned and I really have to be there for him is all.” Peter lied so smoothly that you almost believed him, but the waver in his voice when he swore he was telling the truth was enough to expose his fibbing.

“Alright,” you allowed yourself to frown. “Well, I hope everything’s okay with Ned. Let me know what happens when you can, okay?”

“Of course, love you!” and with that, Peter hung up the phone. You were sat on your bed for a moment, phone pressed to your cheek before you realised that he was gone. You lowered your phone onto your bed and sighed, glancing around your room, digesting the conversation you had just had with your boyfriend. Things with you and Peter were still relatively new, going on roughly five months, but you had known Peter since the beginning of high school, which was over a year and a half ago. In this time, you had really gotten to know Peter and his quirks, including what he sounded like when he lied.

Deciding that you still deserved some sort of post-midterms treat, you reached for your phone again and dialled Michelle’s phone number as you pulled off your black lace-up heels. 

“Hey, Y/N.” Michelle greeted you, her voice slightly more vibrant than usual. “I thought you were going out with Peter tonight?” 

“I was,” you confirmed, getting to your feet and comfortably pacing your room. “He just cancelled though, so I’m all free! I was wondering if you might accept a stray into your Friday night plans?” you asked hopefully. 

“Well you know how I feel about taking in strays, everyone’s welcome,” Michelle continued your banter. “Actually, Ned and I were just going to get something to eat so why don’t you join us?” This made you frown.

“You’re heading out to eat with Ned? Like, right now?” you questioned slowly, letting it sink in.

“Yeah, we’re on our way out, but we can totally meet up with you! Ned scored us a table at that pizzeria that we all like by promising that we’d be there in at least twenty minutes. Are you up for that?”

You paused. “Yeah, totally.” you agreed. “I’ll meet you guys there. And Ned’s good?” you asked, making sure that you weren’t imagining things.

“He’s pretty jazzed that midterms are over and his deteriorating test-stress has finally been demolished,” Michelle said, and you heard Ned loudly protesting over the phone. “We’re all good. So we’ll see you in twenty?” 

“See you then.” you agreed before bidding Michelle farewell. You hung up and frowned, the idea that you had about Peter lying confirmed. If there was an emergency with Ned, why would he be going out for pizza with Michelle? Suddenly, the combination of your lace camisole top, skinny jeans and leather jacket seemed a little too dressed up just to get pizza with Ned and Michelle. Going on a date with Peter allowed for the camisole and heels, but dinner with friends didn’t seem like it needed as much special effort. 

Frowning, you stripped off the leather jacket and began to rummage through your closet in order to find a replacement for the camisole, choosing a Nasa t-shirt — which you were certain belonged to Peter — and pulled that on instead. You opted for a pair of old sneakers and pulled the jacket back on before grabbing your bag and phone heading out the door to meet your friends.

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anonymous asked:

Ugh can you stop whining already? The resposters you're demonizing are HELPING YOU by giving you EXPOSURE so you can be popular like all the other popular artists like there (edendaphne, taylordraws, qookyquice, sakura-rose12, ferisea, ceeljes, etcetara). Posts on instagram with their art helped them become popular and the "evil" reposters are only trying to help you to. Just let them repost soon you'll get 1000 followers. So stop being whiny and just let them help your unpopular ungrateful ass!

Hello, anon! Normally, I would ignore rude anons and immediately delete them, but I feel this type of ask is relevant to raising awareness of the problem we have with reposters, art thieves, and the like. So here we go!

It’s true, I may not be as popular as any of the tumblrs you have mentioned (btw, you misspelled a few :c), but that doesn’t mean I’m not entitled to the rights of, I emphasize, MY OWN WORK. Also, I’m not sure where I was whining anywhere, can you give a source? And what am I supposed to be grateful for exactly? ┐(‘~`;)┌

But yeah, even if I had only 3 followers and half a sandwich, a thing I made and posted is still something I explicitly own. It came from me. All I did was share it via tumblr. If I didn’t share it, guess what? I still made it. The only difference when I shared it was so people can see it too. But I still made it. The reposter didn’t, the art thief didn’t—it was me. Henceforth, it is mine to control how it’s shared and used. You are not entitled to up and use my work without permission, no matter how you justify it.

That goes for all the ‘unpopular’ artists out there too. You created a thing out of nothing. It is yours and no one else’s. If anyone tries to put you down to get you to allow them to repost your stuff or give them ‘free commissions’ for so-called “EXPOSURE”, politely decline them (or flip them off, it really depends on you 👀).

You have something they don’t—your skill. Don’t let them take that from you because they made you feel bad that they make 1000+ notes/likes per (re)post they “made” compared to your sketch getting 9 notes and a supporting comment from grandma. At least you have a skill to make a thing, a skill you can only get better at over time, as opposed to a reposter’s skill of Googling and right-click Save/pressing Print Screen. Because any old schmuck can do that. I can do that. My grandpa can do that. My 4-year old nephew can do that.

We all start from nothing, so have pride in what you can do by yourself! Don’t give up and work hard and I guarantee you, people will definitely notice your effort, be it sooner or later. c: (I was gonna cite Van Gogh as an example of ‘later’ but uhh he got popular after he died so that might be a bad example i’ll shut up about that now im sorry)

But I digress! Back to anon. Your claim is because I’m not a popular artist, I can get recognition via reposters, so I should be grateful. To be frank, I think that claim is all sorts of dumb. It doesn’t explain why reposters then STILL repost work by artists who are clearly more popular than their repost account/s. They certainly don’t need any exposure. The math just doesn’t add up, anon. :c

I do apologize if trying to put me down like this didn’t work out. I am confident in my own (albeit not-that-good-yet) ability and I truly believe that if I do work hard enough, I can make it out there. And even if I never do, at the very least I didn’t enable attitudes such as yours to permeate and be justified. I’ve made friends who appreciate what I do, and at the end of the day, it’s more than enough for me. Even if I don’t make it big, I know they’ll be right here supporting me anyway. My question is, who do you have, anon?

I hope sending out this ask helped you dislike yourself a little less. c: Sorry for the long post!

If anyone needs more information about the reposting/art theft problem and the protest, check out @miraculousblackout! They have all sorts of posts and links to help educate you! If anything else is still unclear, just send an ask. We are here to guide you. Just remember, be respectful! Have a good day! ヾ(☆'∀'☆)

for you final [m]

Pairing: Jin x reader x Taehyung

Genre: badboy!Taehyung

Word Count: 5,723

Warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking

A/N: I have been really sentimental today and have also been lying through my teeth about when I would upload this. Thank you all for being on this journey with me. I may or may not have sobbed while writing this. And I may or may not be willing to write an epilogue. Thank you for the past 7 months of support you’ve shown this series. I hope the ending doesn’t disappoint.

originally posted by vminv

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“I can’t believe you’re actually here!” Momo almost screeches as you step out of the front seat of Mina’s car.

“Thank god,” you retort as you smooth your hands over your irritated stomach, “I don’t think anyone’s driving has ever made that car sick before.”

“Hey!” Mina protests as she pulls your bags out of the backseat, “I got us here over an hour earlier than the GPS predicted.”

Momo snorts as you shoot a glance at your speed demon best friend, “I think I have some ginger tea somewhere in my apartment. We can make you some to settle your stomach.”

“You don’t. The only thing you have in this apartment is potato chips and pig’s feet,” Sana teases as she joins all of you on the driveway of Momo’s complex.

“I’ve missed you,” you admit as you wrap your arms around your two best friends, “Please don’t leave me alone with her for that long.”

“I heard that,” Mina hisses as the car door beeps as it locks.

Sana doesn’t let go of your shoulders as all four of you proceed into Momo’s apartment, “It seems like we have a lot to catch up, but do you want to shower first? You smell.”

You sniff you armpits, “I do not!”

“That’s because you can’t smell yourself,” she gently pats your back as she barely shows your around the apartment before she is shoving you into the bathroom and turning on the shower, “We can go to dinner once you’re ready.”

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One of the things I loved the most about Steve in Civil War was his line about the U.N. “And they’re just people with agendas, and agendas change.” This is something that drives me insane in American politics, and just politics in general: the idea that government is inherently better at making morally-right decisions than the average person is. To put it as my Irish ancestors likely would, that’s a bunch of malarkey. Governments are made up of people who at the very least are as flawed as the rest of us, if not more. 

This is a recurring theme in the movie, and showcases a difference in Tony and Steve’s personalities and experience. Tony tries to appeal to Steve with those pens that FDR used in an attempt to cash in on nostalgia; because Tony is looking back at World War II through the common modern-day lense of “look at ‘Merica beating back those Nazis and saving the world, it’s a darned good thing the government took action back then, huh?” and assumes that Steve feels the same way. But Steve lived through World War II, and he saw what governments–including the U.S. government–did. You think he was A-okay with A cards, rations, and internment camps? You think he was completely cool with the draft? He probably disagreed with a lot of crap the government did back then. Heck, the government had him selling war bonds and propaganda in a felt outfit. He disobeyed orders constantly back then, because his orders were wrong. That’s who Steve is, and it’s not at all surprising he would behave this way. But again, looking back and not actually being there, Tony (and Coulson, and Fury, and just about everyone) thinks of Steve as Mr. American Values. Which he is, but not necessarily Mr. U.S. Government Values. 

This is the main reason I think Steve was in the right the entire conflict. Most of Tony’s actions in the film seem to be based purely on his emotions. He pushes for the Accords because he is guilty over the people who have gotten killed because of his actions. He tries to keep the team together even though sometimes it’s better to be separate on principle than together in tolerance of wrong (let alone unconstitutional) lawmaking. He attacks Bucky because he’s angry about his parent’s death and Steve keeping it from him–which, yeah, he has a right to be upset, but attacking them both and basically trying to kill Bucky without giving him a chance to explain himself, let alone stand a fair trial?? His actions can be explained, but not justified. 

sometimes I get really paranoid in the middle of the night and think things like “what if a meteor comes outta nowhere and destroys earth” or “what if a black hole just fucking happens. like, it just kinda pops up near earth. scientists dont know a whole lot about black holes so we dont know if that could happen. and we’d be powerless to stop one if it did”

and then i think, like

the world has been around for something like 4-and-a-half billions years, right?

and humans have only been around for like 200,000 years, right?

and civilization as we know it has only been around for 6,000 years RIGHT?

so like

if something like that was gonna happen, I feel like it would have happened already.

the odds of a non-human doomsday level event happening, or at least the odds of it happening within my lifetime, are pretty low.

and if it’s a human-created doomsday event, we would at least have the power to stop it. if it’s made by mankind, it can be stopped (or at least minimized) by mankind.

that puts my mind at ease, and i wanted to share that way of thinking with you all because it’s easy to let your mind wander to worst-case-scenario lines of thinking at night, even if nothing really prompts it.

So let’s talk about Bi Steve Rogers.
  • He’s always been casually bi
  • Always been pretty obvious about it by media standards but The Straights™ never noticed
  • The lgbt+ community all took notice but didn’t wanna say anything in case the first avenger was actually really homophobic and would get mad
  • Then one of those shitty homophobic news stations starts talking about the rumours and how they are ridiculous because Steve is an American hero and knows traditional values and all that jazz
  • When he hears about this he decides he wants to come out
  • He researches ways to come out but all the tips he finds are for small scale situations
  • While searching he comes across dates for nyc pride
  • He calls Natasha to tell her
  • She totally supports him but warns him of media backlash and being careful and all that stuff
  • And so, a few weeks later Steve is getting ready to go to his first pride parade
  • He painted over his eyes with the bi pride colors and wore a t-shirt of his shield with a bi color pallette that he found online
  • When he gets there he immediately starts smiling??? Like, he can’t stop grinning??     
  • At first no one notices it’s him because face paint and huge crowds
  • But then he finds a group of people waving bi flags around on a float and walks over
  • He starts talking to one of the girls walking next to it and about 30 seconds into their conversation she realises she’s talking to Captain America and has a mini heart attack
  • She wanted to make sure so she quietly asks his name and he happily tells her his full name
  • She almost screams but instead thanks him for everything he’s done and asks him why he’s here
  • “Well, I’m bisexual and I saw some guy on the tv talking about how there’s no way I like boys because I know ‘traditional values’ or something like that, so I decided to come to pride. Just to prove them wrong.”
  • She asks if he wants to talk to the group leader about making an announcement and he very excitedly says yes
  • She brings a man with his hair dyed blue, pink, and purple and a flag tied around his shoulders over and he gasps before going to shake Steve’s hand
  • The man brings Steve up onto the float and hands him a megaphone
  • They check around for cameras near them and once they were sure that someone would get it on camera Steve started talking
  • He basically just said he was bi as hell and loved girls AND boys, along with a little undertone of “fuck the media and it’s heteronormativity” mixed in
  • The news goes crazy within half an hour
  • When Steve gets back home he immediately contacts the news outlet that caused this whole debacle and asked if they would have him on the show
  • Obviously they said yes because who says no to a war hero
  • They try to keep the interview on the topic of his achievements but he keeps bringing up people he hooked up with during that time period
  • The first one he talked about was a girl so they were relieved
  • Most people thought the video from pride was a hoax and it was just someone claiming to be Steve and hum talking about a girl made the interviewer feel like it really was a hoax
  • But then he starts talking about the time him and Howard Stark made out in the back room of his lab and laughing about it
  • That’s when the interviewer decided to just ask him outright whether he really was in that video
  • “Yeah, that was me. Of course it was.”
  • The interviewer is baffled and mildly offended
  • “Why would you do something like that?” He asked in a way that made it seem like some huge scandal
  • “I saw someone on the news, this channel to be exact, try to disprove rumors about me being gay. Which I’m not, by the way, so at least you were half right. I’m bisexual. That means I’m attracted to both men and women.”
  • “That’s not possible.”
  • “Sure it is! It’s stars and stripes, not one or the other isn’t it?”
  • The internet has a fit
  • The lgbt+ community has never felt more alive honestly
  • Steve goes to every pride he can and talks to younger kids
  • He went on Ellen and talked about his experiences as a bisexual man in the 40’s
  • Mostly he just said he spent most of his younger years either fighting someone or crushing on someone
  • On the twitter account Tony helped him make he constantly tries his best to help out anyone who is feeling unsafe or unsure about their identity
  • Donates to lgbt+ charities
  • Probably starts a group that helps lgbt+ kids who have no place to stay by building group homes that have materials/resources specifically for them
  • So many bi jokes
  • Like any bi pun you could possibly think of he has made
  • Really helped a lot of people feel better and learn to accept themselves/others because of his openness and sheer willpower
  • Just, bi Steve Rogers being a pure force in the universe
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A/N: Thank you, thank you, thank you for taking this story so well, it really warms my heart and I’m so grateful. I really hope this lives up to your expectations, like I’m actually dead nervous you won’t like it. I would love feedback on it, it would make my day.
Also just need to say a massive thank you to my precious twinny @illuminateshawn​, who’s always there to read tiny pieces and give me feedback. You are so precious to me, thank you!

Word count: 6,502

March 4 th 2017
Pickering, Canada

You bit your lip as you waited for a response from Shawn. A minute passed by, then two, then three, four, five….

Half an hour later and then you just stopped counting after that.

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shadows pt. 1

pairing: reader x Hoseok, OT7

genre: vampire!au, angst, implied smut, mentions of violence

word count: 5,780

synopsis: you thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

A/N: I have to thank @2seoke for helping me brainstorm almost this entire series and @jeonjagiya for helping me with historical fact checking

Originally posted by yoonqipd

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“I love you, Hoseok” you murmured, feeling a sense of content for the first time in months.

He smiled, “I love you too” He nodded towards the sunrise, “Take in your last few moments. We don’t have much time before the sunlight will reach us.”

You nodded, turning your attention back towards the painted sky. You wanted nothing more than to run out and feel the sun’s rays. To soak your skin in sunlight, but this was enough. It was more than enough.

 “I’m ready” you tell Hoseok, turning around and lacing his fingers with yours. “Where to now?”

 “We can go anywhere you want to go, just give me a name.” he smiled, leading you back into the darkness.

 The two of you walked in silence, enjoying the comfort of each other’s presence. You tried to think of where you wanted to go, but you didn’t care. As long as you were with Hoseok, nothing else mattered.

 But your partner froze next to you, staying still for a split second before he pinned your body against the damp tunnel wall. He covered your mouth with his hand before you had any chance to question his sudden behavior. There was a flash of panic in his eyes as he stared at you when a woman’s voice rang out through the darkness.

 “Jung Hoseok, I always told you to be careful of what’s hiding in the shadows”

 He stood between you and the woman, a deep growl emitting from his chest as the two of them stared at each other.

 "It’s nice to see you haven’t changed much,“ she smiled wickedly. She was almost beautiful, in a terrifying way. Her wild red hair framing a pale freckled face. Her black eyes laced with unspoken evil. There was something about her that made your cold blood freeze.

"What the hell are you doing here?” Hoseok hissed, pushing himself further against you like a shield.

The woman cocked her head to the side, “Don’t you miss me, Hoseokie? It’s been what, almost 700 years since the last time we’ve seen each other? I certainly wasn’t expected to be greeted with such hostility, especially since you seem to have company.”

“Go to hell!” Hoseok snapped, spit flying from his lips in between the syllables.

The vampire held up her hands, “I think you’re misunderstanding me Hoseok. I don’t want to hurt you. I was just trying to pay my old friend Kai a visit,” her eyes flickering onto yours as she spoke, “But it seems like he’s no longer at that address.”

You could feel Hoseok telling you to keep your mouth shut, to not antagonize the vampire in front of you. But he should know by now that you’re a terrible listener, “I can send you his ashes in a box, if you would like.” you quip, flashing the vampire a sarcastic smile.

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