became everything you said you would never be

We walked into the room
And took our seats.
Someone else stood in your place.
He said he was there for now,
But he hesitated
And I knew you would never be back.

I always wanted to tell you
I read your poems
And fell in love with everything you described.
The sand, the waves, the stone.

I read your obituary today.
Sure, I saw it coming.
But it said you are to be cremated
And scattered on Sleeping Bear.
I bet that’s what you wrote that poem about.
The sand, the waves, the stone.

I am an ocean away now, but
I can hear the wind on Lake Michigan,
Strong as you were.
I can feel the sand,
Soft as you became when you told us
About your adorable granddaughter.
I can see the waves,
Calm as you remained,
Like an unmoving stone along the shore.

The sand, the waves, the stone.
I’m sure they’ll greet you with a smile.

—  With a Smile: Tribute to Professor Matt

i can’t fucking stand seeing people say they think harry looks ungrateful or comes across like a diva by not posting on social media or attending events or breathing the way they’d like him to. because harry, aside from dunkirk and another man, really did take a break from the public eye for the past year, and somehow, even though he’s barely been seen, people still want to scrutinize him for NOT being seen and say that that shows he’s snobby or above everyone for not tweeting or some other bullshit excuse or say that him working on an album is completely implausible because he hasn’t talked about it and the rumors about an album merely existing make him look bad. and i just don’t understand this incessant need to tear him down when he literally, LITERALLY has not done anything.

because here’s the thing - he’s had his life on display since he was SIXTEEN YEARS OLD, and when he was younger, you could tell he was much less guarded. and you can see as he got older and saw the way the media twisted his words specifically, the way the media made him into the person they wanted instead of who he is, and the way the media ignored everything he actually did and said in favor of making him their punching bag, he pulled back and became more private, and can you blame him? if you had to try to justify WHO YOU ARE to the entire fucking world and no one would listen and would continue to print shitty articles about you when you’re only nineteen years old, i guarantee you’d pull the fuck back and want some genuine time away from everything, too. he’s never been one to post about every little thing he’s doing, and why so many of you are against him doing anything at all in the public eye is truly fucking baffling and proves you hate him even when you say you don’t, especially when people on here try to jump through hoops to make up stories about how awful he is.

to watch people consistently put him under a microscope because he doesn’t follow the plans they have crafted for him themselves that aren’t based on reality is ridiculous and infuriating. he doesn’t have to live up to whatever random career path people of tumblr dot com have come up with for him, and to get mad at him over some weird plan random people on this website have made up is beyond fucking stupid and i’m tired of seeing it.

P.S. I Love You- A Sirius Black Imagine

A/N: I know, I know, two imagines in one night? Anyways, this is a little something that I decided to work on and post tonight in dedication to @goblackhatwithme . I hope you enjoy it, Renee! There are probably many mistakes in this so I am sorry but I wanted to get this posted tonight. This also has nothing to do with the film “P.S. I Love You,” but I thought it was a cute title. Hope you all enjoy!

Originally posted by nellaey

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon. You were in the boys’ dormitory, lounging on Sirius’ bed and waiting for him to get out of the shower. You sighed in slight annoyance as you knew it was going to be a while. He was always so keen on using the “finest muggle products for his precious hair” and cursed Lily and yourself for showing them to him in the first place.

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Date Night

Kai X Reader(female)

Summary: You start to date Kai Parker and Damon gets very angry and overprotective. 

Requested by ANON 

Originally posted by drunkonkai

Originally posted by valentinasarm

     You snaked your hair around the curling iron once more and looked over to see Damon laying on your bed clutching your pillow on his chest. “What are you getting all dolled up for?” He said while eyeballing you in the mirror. 

        “Does there have to be a reason, Damon?”  You said as you finished curling your hair. He raised his eyebrow and looked you up and down. 

       “And you’re in a dress. There has to be some kind of party going on.” You looked at Damon and groaned. Damon quickly took up the role of your best friend the moment you moved to Mystic Falls. At first, you were not so sure if his friendship was reliable, then you questioned if he had a crush on you, then you just realised that he just wanted someone to talk to that wasn’t his brother, he just wanted someone to understand him and you were willing to be that person for him. 

        “There is no big occasion Damon,” You said as you grabbed your phone off the charger. “maybe you should just go home and drink some bourbon.”

       Damon scoffed and rolled his eyes. “that is a tempting offer, but I would much rather sit here and pry into your little mind.” He grinned and changed his position on the bed. You wanted badly to just throw something at him, or yell at him for being stupid, but you knew better than to start a fight with him. 

        “Damon, what I do on my Saturday nights is my business.” You plopped yourself on the bed and grabbed Damon’s hand. “I’m not doing anything dangerous I promise.” His form softened a bit with your touch, but you could tell he still hadn’t given up on finding out your plans. 

         “Fine don't tell me, but I'm just going to assume you're going to a strip club or something.” You groaned and pushed his cold body down onto the bed. 

      “I’m not going to a….” You stopped when you felt the slight brush of a cold hand go across your arm. Damon had grabbed your phone and was going through it. “Damon! Give that back!” You clawed at him and tried everything to get your phone out of his hands, but you couldn’t. 

      “Oh look, you have a message from the little Psyco witch boy.” He suddenly got stiff and his face became rigid. Kai must have said something about the date, otherwise, Damon would have never known a thing. 

        “Damon, look I..” He cut you off once more.

         “Kai parker? Out of all the Psychopaths in the world. you choose the one that I know, you choose the one that is trying to kill our friends.” He was mad now and you could clearly see it. 

        “Damon calm down. He is different with me.” You realised how stupid you sounded, but Kai really was good to you. He was calm, charming, and caring. You really liked him. 

        “What the hell Y/N, do you hear yourself right now.” He yelled. “He could hurt you in an instant, he is crazy and will do whatever he wants no matter how brutal it is. “ 

          “Sound like someone I know.” You said as you folded your arms across your chest. 

       A low growl escaped Damon’s lips. “I am nothing like him.” He said as he slowly pushed you up against a wall. His arms were by your head and his eyes were glaring into yours. “You can’t go out with him tonight.” He whispered. “I won’t let you.” 

       “You can’t stop me, Damon.” You whispered in his ear. You shoved him away and to your surprise, he moved. 

        “Fine, go, but I will be within shouting distance the whole time. And If you even sound uncomfortable for 2 seconds I will rip his head off.” You put your hands on your hips and just looked at him. 

        “What are you like my protector now? last I checked Damon I can take care of myself.”  His form softened because he knew you were right. “I’m going on a date with Kai Parker, Damon. I’m telling you now, I know what he can do and I’m telling you he is different and he would never hurt me.” Damon quickly got annoyed and you could tell. “Now can I have my Phone back?” 


    A/N: Sorry this took so long, I feel like this isn’t my best work so I apologize , but I do hope it doesn’t stink too bad. :) 

Pancakes

Background: Request I picked up from @wwe-smutfics​: Anon: QUOTE SERIES: Finn quote series, just because I feel like he’d actually be like this. “What do you want me to do? Kiss you in the rain? Buy you a dozen roses? As long as you’re happy, I’ll do anything you want me to.”

Warnings: Some swearing. Fluff. Someone getting stood up on a date.

Summary: OK so maybe your night hadn’t gone as planned but… The next day held great promise.

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Taehyung Scenario: Jokes Aside

Request: I want to request a TaeTae scenario where you are childhood friends and he has always been a prankster and just really silly and generally how he is, but before the reader leaves for like college or something he confesses to her, but she doesn’t take him seriously at first. Super cute stuff you know. Fluffy Af.

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Taehyung had been a close friend and a next door neighbor to you since you two were basically in diapers. Your houses had always been right next to each other, and since your families were so close, the property line between your yard and theirs was really only a formality. And since you and Taehyung were about the same age, it was only natural that the two of you became close.

But now you had both grown up. You had both recently graduated high school– and you were so ready to start this new chapter of your life as you headed off to college. You had chosen a school very far away from home, while Taehyung had opted for a local school. It was the night before your flight, and as you and Tae texted each other like always as you reminisced away as to how long you two had been friends.

Taehyung had always been a fun-loving guy, and while he never took his pranks too far, he never ceased to get creative. One time, on your first day of kindergarten, you were sad to be without your parents for the first time and to cheer you up he thought it’d be a good idea to hide a fake spider in your backpack. While you hadn’t appreciated the scare, it certainly did distract you from missing your parents as you chased him around the playground.

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Title: Just the Three of Us (Part 11.)

CHAPTER TITLE: Who Are You?

Part 1. - Part 2.  - Part 3. - Part 4. - Part 5. - Part 6. - Part 7. - Part 8. - Part 9. - Part 10.

Character(s): Negan x Reader x Simon (post-apocalypse)
Summary:
Negan and Simon show the Reader around the Sanctuary and decide to give her a position in the community.
Word Count: 5,779
Warning: SMUT!!! (definitely wasn’t going to add it in this chapter, but the Reader deserved it ;-) )
Author’s Note: I haven’t read through this to correct any mistakes, but I will do that later! So, here’s a warning just in case there are errors. Ahhh. Can you guys feel it? The awaited threesome will soon happen. It’s going to be worth the wait and I am so glad that everyone who has read this story is liking it so far! Like I said previously, I have many plans and directions that I am wanting to take for this particular story, so I hope you all stay tuned! :)

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The following morning, you were woken by the sound of quiet knocks coming from your door. You hadn’t realized that you overslept – in fact, it had been such a long time since you were able to sleep that comfortably.

Climbing out of the small bed, you slowly walked to the door and opened it quietly. You noticed Negan and Simon standing on the other side, each with a big grin on their lips.

“Well, good fucking morning, doll.” Negan smirked, stepping inside and allowing his eyes to rake over your features. You were still sporting the flannel and panties and nothing else.

“Sorry… I didn’t mean to oversleep,” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes and shutting the door once Simon stepped inside. You raised your arms above your head to stretch out your tense muscles, the flannel lifting above your legs to reveal your black cotton panties.

Negan and Simon looked down, clearing their throats.

“That’s okay. Negan and I cleared our schedule for today to show you around and talk about your role here in the Sanctuary. We figured you’d need some rest.” Simon said, sitting at the edge of the bed.

“Do we at least get a good morning kiss?” Negan smiled.

“Are you kidding me? Not at all,” you teased. “Though, let me take a quick shower and then we can get a start on this personal tour.”

Simon arched a brow, “You need some help?”

You looked over your shoulder as you began walking to the connected bathroom. “Nope. I’m flexible. You remember, right?”

Negan growled, “You’re such a fucking tease.”

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A Love That Is More Than Love [Jason Todd x Reader]

A/N: Okay I really don’t know where this came from I’ve rusted though holy shit this sucks okay

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: None…

Word Count: 891

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There hasn’t been a love that existed that was as strong as the love that Jason Todd felt for you.

What he felt for you wasn’t part of this world, it was something more. It wasn’t merely a feeling, a wave of passion and lust. It wasn’t just admiration either, it was much more than that. It was devotion at its finest. It was alive, and it could move mountains, turn night into day and cripple entire empires if need be.

It was paradoxical how he needed you like he needed air, yet whenever you were around it was as if he had forgotten how to breathe. His heart wouldn’t race, it would cease to beat entirely, and with another glimpse of your smile, it would restart again. Your very presence made every inch of his body feel alive, more alive than he had ever felt in a long time.

When he touched you, no matter how minimal it may be, sparks would fly. Your smile made butterflies appear in his stomach and although he had been known to be quite the charmer, with you he was a mess. He couldn’t get his mind straight, he was never prepared for you. You came into his life like a whirlwind, catching him completely by surprise. You had scattered all the broken pieces of his soul then mended it one by one into something new, something… real.

When he first discovered this feeling, a feeling of something more, he wasn’t just scared. He was absolutely terrified of what it would turn into. It didn’t matter if it was a disaster or if it would turn into something beautiful, he was frightened to stick around to find out. He pushed you, drove you to the edge and demanded you never come back.

But you were a whirlwind, a force of nature that cannot be controlled.

He should’ve known that you would come back, that you would make his walls topple like they were made of brittle sticks. He should’ve known that someone as amazing as you would see right through his deception. He may be good at hiding his vulnerability, but to you it was as if he had become transparent.

No matter how hard he tried, you just kept coming back without fail, without any hesitation. You pushed him to the edge, and he finally gave into you, gave into himself and temptation. He allowed himself to be selfish and have you.

It was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

Being with you, it was surreal. Every single day he opened his eyes and he was greeted with the sight of your beautiful face, and he didn’t understand why or how someone like you would love him. How did he manage to get so lucky?

Each little giggle, each little kiss and ‘I love yous’ you gave him made him feel warm inside. The world became brighter with you, as cliche as that sounded. He wasn’t as angry, he didn’t fall out of sanity as much and even if he did, you were his anchor. You brought him back and no matter how bad things get, no matter how dangerous it became, you stayed.

It wasn’t perfect all the time though. There were fights, bad ones. He was too selfish sometimes, and you were too selfless. There were other times where you couldn’t understand him, where you never listened to a word he said. Those were the worst times, times when he questioned everything he had with you.

But whenever he thought about that, there was an ache in his heart that reminded him that no matter what it was, no matter how powerful the fire or how dark the times, he would still love you and he would do anything to make it through, and he knew you’d do the same. He had many doubts, but somehow the fact that you wouldn’t try was never one of them.

It wasn’t perfect, but both of you loved with a love that was clearly more than love. It was so much more and the two of you deserved more than this world could offer.

There wasn’t a word to describe this love.

It was simply the most beautiful thing that had ever existed in a world where love was never meant to exist in the first place, where beautiful things were ruined.

And that was exactly what happened. You, his lover, his world, his everything, was taken from him in a horrific accident that could only be blamed on Fate.

Your death broke Jason to pieces. What you had fixed became shattered and he turned into an even bigger mess. It felt as if a part of him had died with you and there was nothing that could fill the gaping hole in his heart. It was simply impossible. For many years to come, he would be unable to rid of the emptiness in his heart.

He knew it was inevitable. After all, his life was a tragedy written in the stars.

Yet there is one thing in the tragedy that never changed, that will never change, no matter what the ending may be, and that is the fact that there hasn’t been, nor will there be a love that is as powerful as the love that Jason feels towards you.

From the Dining Table, Pt. 1 (Ethan)

Summary: Before moving out of the home you once shared with your fame hungry ex-boyfriend, you sit down to write him a letter, explaining to him why you left and where to find you if he ever comes to look for you.

Word Count: 2,352

Warnings: None

Author’s Note: This idea hit me in the middle of the night while listening to Harry Styles’ new album, specifically the last song entitled “From the Dining Table.” I highly recommend you listen to the song while reading this imagine for the full effect. I also apologize in advance if I make anyone feel things; writing this had me feeling all the things. I might turn this into a mini-series if it gets enough love, so please enjoy! Requests are open!


“I honestly never thought this day would come, Mom.” You grab the last of the pictures of you and your ex-boyfriend sitting on the dresser and throw them into a cardboard box in the entrance of the bedroom. “I’m moving out of the house I shared with the person I thought I was going to marry, and he doesn’t even know I’m leaving. Do you hear how twisted that sounds?”

Your mom places the rest of your t-shirts into the open suitcase on the floor. “Honey, you can’t predict the future. You didn’t know he was going to turn out to be this way.”

“We’ve been friends since we were in diapers, Mom. Nothing about him or the way he was raised would have indicated that this would have happened. He used to just be a goofy kid with a camera… What happened?”

She stands up to zip the suitcase. “I don’t know, but you’ve been turning that over in your head for God knows how long now. Haven’t you tortured yourself enough?”

“Hasn’t he tortured me enough?”

The both of you sigh and your stomach begins to twist. You pick up the cardboard box and a couple of tote bags laying around, following your mom as she drags the suitcase out into the dining room, the wheels echoing through the nearly empty house as they click on the wooden floor.

“Y/N, fame changes people. I just hope for his own good that one day he realizes what he truly lost… Okay, do we have everything?”

You shift from one foot to the other, trying to subdue the pain in your abdomen that’s only growing. “Yeah, I think so. My clothes are all packed, the electricity will be shut off by the city tonight, my pictures are all put away, and we loaded all the furniture into the truck yesterday.”

“All, except the table,” she notes.

“Yeah, that’s not mine. I’m leaving it for…” you trail off as you glance at the surface, remembering the notebook and pens you packed in one of your totes.

“Hey Mom, why don’t you take the rest of this stuff? I’ll be outside in a second, I just have something I want to do, first.”

“Okay, but don’t take too long. I want to ride the daylight out as much as possible. You know I have a hard time driving at night.”

“I won’t, I promise.”

Your mom takes the box from you before pushing it and the suitcase out the door. She shuts it behind her while you pull your stationary out from one of the bags, setting it on the table. You take off the cap of your pen, breathing deeply before pressing it to the paper:


 I don’t want to be angry with you anymore, Ethan, but I am. I’m so god damn angry.

I want to live my life and not think about you or hear your laugh everywhere I go. I want to look in the mirror and see my face again instead of yours. I regret cutting all my hair off just so I could look like you. I wish I had the power to delete our song off of my phone. I wish I wasn’t slumped over the dining room table, crying while I was writing this.

You’re so selfish that it makes me sick. The very first night I met you, I didn’t know I’d grow up to consider you my best friend. I never expected to become this attached to you. But, fast forward to the day you left me: when you walked out the door, you took the oxygen from my lungs.

You’re just a set of bones and a beating heart. How did you mess me up so bad?

I was such a fool to think you’d adhere to your resolution to live as normal of a life as possible. You used to know that life has so much more to offer than posting moody pictures on Instagram and hoping it gets over 500,000 likes or ignoring the people who built you up because it makes you feel powerful. What you’ve become absolutely disgusts me, and the worst part of it all is that you don’t even know what the time apart has done to me. I never got to celebrate your birthday with you, something that was a dream of ours to do together. I couldn’t give you Christmas presents this year. I couldn’t sit with you and your family while they grilled hot dogs in your back yard on the Fourth of July. I couldn’t do any of this because you only think of yourself anymore. It’s like you’ve completely forgotten about me.

Right before your departure, you told me you’d come back for me. You said you would text and call whenever you could until we would see each other again in person. I got your first text soon after, and for a while it felt like we were never apart; it felt like the oxygen in my lungs was restored. You’d call me after every show and every promotional event, so excited and in awe that you couldn’t wait to tell me about everything that happened. As time went on though, with the more people you met and the higher you climbed up the ladder, the texts became fewer and farther in between. My phone rang less often until it stopped ringing all together. You didn’t text me anymore. I had to learn about everything you were doing through friends and social media. I can’t count the number of voicemails I left you, afraid that I smothered you and apologizing for being the reason you pushed me away. I know now that it had absolutely nothing to do with me, but I can’t help but hope that one day you’ll call me and tell me that you’re sorry, too. It never happens, though. You never do.

You friends tell me that this is normal, that getting through the separation anxiety is the worst part. But, let me ask you this: Was it normal for me to curl up in the fetal position in the middle of the hallway after you walked out of the door? Was it normal for me not to sleep a wink after you were gone? I would scream into the dark of night, begging for you to come back. I would pray for you, and you know how I feel about religion. Praying was something you did before every meal and every night before bedtime. I would watch you clasp your hands together and close your eyes while your lips gracefully moved to form silent requests of peace, grace, and mercy. Do you remember when you asked me about religion? I pressed my lips into a hard line, squeezing my hands together so tightly that I lost feeling within seconds. I did it though, I got down on my knees by my bedside hoping that you would be able to hear me through whatever kind of higher power you believed in. It turns out I was wrong.

Let me tell you that if God does exist, He’s a vulture. He’s completely unfair. The kind of lives He had in store for both of us was cruel and downright disgusting; He chose me for endless suffering and He chose you to poison the lives of everyone you meet. So much for being a good guy, huh?

The worst part of all of this is the fact that despite my anger and resentment towards your addiction to fame and how you chose it over me, you’ve taught me more than I could have ever imagined. It makes me sad, but one of those lessons is the fact that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t be fixed. This is something that no one ever tells you when you’re young; it never fails to surprise me when I look around and see people close to me breaking one by one. I should probably get it in my head. I saw it happen to you and then I felt it happen to me. I did almost everything to try and heal the resulting pain, including hurting myself in ungodly disturbing ways. I didn’t, however sleep with strangers and then leave them in the cold like the tabloids said you did.

But, see, even if I did such an ugly, terrible thing, those people would never fill this hole. I’m always going to want you. I’m always going to choose you.

I hate myself for that. I hate that I can be so angry and so vicious toward what you’ve become, but at the end of the night I lay in bed knowing I’m always going to be waiting for you. I can lie to myself all I want about it and yet I still find myself walking around every day thinking about how different circumstances would be if you were by my side at any particular moment. I tell myself to avoid everything that reminds me of you; instead I expose myself to those things even more because I don’t know how to live without the hole in my chest anymore. I can easily say I’ve failed at attempting to get over you and I don’t want to make any more attempts. The only way I can carry you with me now is by carrying the pain of you not being with me. The pain has been there for two years, five months, three weeks, and two days. This is the only way I know how to live now.

But, above all else, the one thing I desperately need you to know is that even before my anger, pity, and resentment, if you ever end up calling me again, even if it’s at 4 AM and you’re too sad to say a word, I won’t yell at you about how much of my life you’ve consumed. Rather, I will intently listen to your silence until you’re able to fall asleep again. If you need to cry, I won’t wipe away your tears because we’re only human and sometimes tears are the closest we can get to laughter and that’s okay. If you need to yell so ferociously that your voice gives out and your knees fail you, I’ll be there to hold you up and I’ll yell with you to make you feel less alone. If you get so angry that you punch your hands raw, I will ice your knuckles and gently remind you that wounds do eventually heal, both inside and out, just like the way harsh winters give way to warm springs. I will be your warm spring again, and I will do all of this because I love you unconditionally, even when you spite me and drive me insane. Sometimes I think I’d be better off dead than putting up with everything that comes with you, and I hate the fact that I don’t hate you. I just love you. My love is over, underneath, inside, and in between all the struggles that we have faced.

Now, I’m begging you, Ethan. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ve left California; I can’t live in a place that feels so artificial anymore. I’m going back to the beginning, the place where you and I planted our roots, where we ran around in the sprinklers in the summer and made snow angels in the winter, where we tossed our high school graduation caps in the air and took weekend trips driving into the city. I’m going back to the place where I can find myself again. If you ever decide to come look for me, I’ll be waiting for you there.


Wiping the tears from your eyes, you fold the piece of paper down in thirds before placing it in an envelope and sloppily addressing it with an “E”. A horn honks outside, cueing you to grab the last of your bags and place the letter in the middle of the table. As you approach the front door, you turn around to take in the empty house one last time. All of the memories you and Ethan shared together here begin to dance in front of your eyes and you sigh to yourself, grateful that they’re going to stay with you for the rest of your life, but heartbroken you have to leave this behind. Finally, you step out onto the front porch and lock the door behind you.

“Alright, I’m good. I’ve got everything,” you grunt as you climb into the passenger seat of the moving van, tossing the bags behind you.

Your mom reaches over from the driver’s side to place her hand on your cheek. “You are such a brave girl. I am so proud of you for starting to let go.”

You close your eyes and place a hand on her wrist. “Thanks, Mom. Can we please go now, though, before I get too sentimental? I don’t want to cry anymore. My lungs already hurt too much.”

The both of you let go of each other to click your seat belts in place, and as your mom pulls the truck out of the neighborhood and onto the highway, you roll the windows down and turn on the radio. After several minutes of humming along to the music and getting lost in your own thoughts, your mom’s voice startles you.

“Do you think he’ll ever come back?”

You shift in your seat, unsure how to answer. “It’s been over two years, Mom.”

“What if he decides to come back to the house and you’re not there?”

“He has a key. He can get in.”

“But you won’t be there.”

You pause for a moment. “No, I won’t be. But I have a feeling that if he ever comes across what I left for him, he’ll know exactly where to find me.”

“And where’s that?”

You glance out the window, the vast, California landscape speeding by you as you head for the state line. The two of you have a long drive ahead of you back to the East Coast, almost 2,800 miles.

“Home. I told him to come home.”

Truth Serum

Prompt ~ Working on a new trap including a truth serum is… tricky. Even worse when Damian walks in and… well he’s good at avoiding traps but you are better at building and hiding them. And there you thought Damian was already bad enough with his brutal honesty… you had no idea how things would be if you added the effect of a truth serum. To get him back across the manor to his room proofs to be a real obstacle course like this + maybe a kiss at the end if that works for you <3

Damian Wayne x Reader


You were minding your own business like any decent human being should do, you were building a trap that would involve some truth serum that you were able to create in the cave’s lab. You placed a thin wire underneath your carpet that was connected to a small contraption that once triggered would release a dart containing the serum. After tying the wire you stood on your desks chair and placed the contraption in the air vent located on the ceiling close to the rooms entrance.You pushed the chair out the way and tied the trigger wire to your door’s knob. Just when you went to grab the knob to see if it worked the door swung open. In walked Damian with a neutral face only for the dart to shoot out and hit Damian square in the shoulder.

“Damian no!” You screamed as he fell to his knees, the serum tampering with his senses, “At least I know it works…” You said as you pulled the dart out his shoulder, “Well at least it shouldn’t change much you are already brutally honest.”

“I thought you were good at avoiding traps? Can you even walk?” You rambled on worried since Damian wasn’t answering you.

“Sorry I was captivated by your beauty.” Damian finally replied with a dazed look on his face, your cheeks immediately flushed red, “Um, I think my serum was too strong I should take you to your room.” You replied flustered, you helped him get up and let him lean on you for support, “You know I was distracted because I was thinking of you but if I wasn’t I would have easily averted your ploy.”

“Why is your room across the mansion.” You ignored his comment as you walked down the long hall.

“If my room was adjacent to yours you would here me whimpering your name during my aroused dreams.” Damian claimed as he leaned close to you, if it was possible you were becoming redder. You couldn’t lie you had a crush on Damian but you never thought he recuperated the same feelings, but here he was babbling off things he would never say himself if it wasn’t for the truth serum.

“Maybe the serum has some defects.” You mumbled, your palms became sweaty, “No, I’m attracted to you physically and emotionally.” Damian retorted as you took another turn, “Though I act pretentious I’m not good at showing my affections towards others, especially you.”

“You’re not lying?” You asked still unsure about everything he just said, “I got injected with a truth serum, I’m being a hundred percent honest and I really want to kiss you right now.” Damian said as he leaned closer to you, you knew he would remember all of this but he didn’t have full control of his actions, but these were things he truthfully wanted… you leaned in pressing your lips to his. Damian didn’t hold back on making it passionate which took your breath away.

“I always fantasized kissing you, it was better than I imagined.” Damian whispered as he placed a kiss on your cheek and stumbled into his room leaving you flustered outside his door and hundreds of questions popping into your thoughts.

Bts Reaction To Their S/O hearing for the first time

A/N: Maybe this could be triggering for some but I thought this was truly a beautiful request and I hope you like reading it !! credits to gif owners


Seokjin:

You were impaired of hearing since you were a child, through all these years you faced challenges of your lost of hearing but you were a strong fighter and managed to get through it all. Now here you are in the hospital room with your boyfriend Jin waiting for the doctor to put on your hearing aid. You were nervous once the doc came and started to put on your hearing aid, you felt Jin grab ahold of your hand and give it a squeeze. The doctor finally turned on the device.

“Hi beautiful, I love you so much and now I hope you’re ready to hear me say that all the time,” said your boyfriend

Instantly your eyes watered up and you went up to Jin embracing him. You cried and cried on his chest because he sounded so perfect. In the 2 years you’ve been dating you finally heard his voice and it was symphonies to your ears.

Namjoon: 

You lost your hearing when you were three years old after an accident you had. After so many years or battling through this, today was the day your ears would be good as new. Accompanied by your boyfriend of four years Namjoon, you went to finally get your hearing aid. The process of getting it put on was brief, now the doctor was announcing that he would turn on the device. 

“Hi baby,” you heard 

You choked on a sobb, you grabbed both of his cheeks and lured Namjoon into the most precious kiss you’ve shared. In the mixture of your lips touching and the saltiness of your tears, you felt butterflies cluster all over your body. Namjoon’s voice was indescribable, the moment you heard it, you fell in love with him all over again. 

Yoongi:

All your life you couldn’t hear, it was difficult growing up and not being able to hear the voice of your family and friends. That all was about to change, the doctor was finishing the touches of your hearing aid. All you did was stare intently at the face of your handsome boyfriend and wonder how will his voice sound. The doctor turned on your hearing aid, now you were about to hear the love of your life. 

“I love you so much,” you heard

“Yoongi your voice is beautiful, I-i-i love you-u-u,” you managed to say through your cries

Quickly, your boyfriend pulled you into a  hug and he silently cried into your hair. He felt his heart ram into his chest, finally !! you could hear him and he couldn’t be happier. On the other hand there you were pressed against his chest dampening his shirt with your tears.This moment you guys shared was one of a kind, you couldn’t be more thankful to have Yoongi by your side.

Hoseok: 

Due to his schedule, Hoseok was aboard touring for his group’s new comeback so he couldn’t attend the doctor appointment in which you were getting your hearing aid. Once the doctor put and turned on the hearing aid you immediately called Hoseok through facetime. After one ring he answered and you were greeted with his glowing smile.

“Hi Hobi,” you said 

“Hello my angel,” you heard him sing

That was all it took for you to unleash a waterfall of tears. With your hand over your mouth as you cried. 

“Hobi I can hear you now, I can hear you,” you said while continuously crying

Hoseok is a very emotional guy so instantly you heard a muffled cry through your phone. You can see the tears rolling down his face as he realized that you can finally hear.

“I love you more than you can ever imagine,” he hiccuped

It was a gift hearing his cheerful voice, he made you melt with just one word.

Jimin: 

Jimin was waiting anxiously for you to get back from your appointment. He was in your shared apartment ready with a bouquet of the most luxurious and expensive flowers. He was so happy knowing that your worries and fear were about to be put at ease. You have been impaired of hearing for the last ten years after suffering an extreme injury. He heard the jingle of your keys indicating that you have arrived. The door opened and there he was with beautiful flowers and the biggest smile on his face. You put your belongings down and took the flowers from him. You wrapped your arms around his torso and he instinct to wrap his arms around you. Jimin swayed you and for the first time ever you heard him sing. Jimin ignited your living room with you in his arms while signing his song “Butterfly.”

He could feel your back tremble as you let your cries be silenced by his shirt. Jimin couldn’t keep it together as he finished singing, he too let his eyes spill the locked tears. There you two were in the middle of the room holding each other as if one of you may fade away.

Jimin,my love, you have such an angelic voice,” you said

“Thank you y/n, it makes me happy knowing you chose my voice to be the first one to hear,” he said while kissing you lips

Taehyung:

Originally posted by kthish


Here you are in front of Taehyung, with your new hearing aid in. Before you met him you had lost all of your hearing. That never got in the way of Tae loving you to the moo and back. You were anticipating each second as you were about to hear his voice for the very first time.He hasn’t said a word to you since you came to his dorm, you only watched as he pull out his phone and hit play and your ears were filled with a soft tune. As the song began you hearing a husky voice sing and you could tell it was none other than your boyfriend. You took his phone and pressed the speaker up to your ear. Tae’s voice had hypnotized as you felt the tears sprinkle out of your eyes, you look over to him and you can see hims struggle to keep his eyes dry. Through the course of the song you cried like a baby, you were lost for words. There’s not enough ways to describe the perfection of your boyfriend’s voice. 

After the song ended you rushed to him and tackled him into such a passionate kiss. You kissed him until you lost your breathe.

“How did you like the song, babe,”

“It was abosultly beautiful but what’s the name,” you said

“It’s called 4 O’clock,” he said as he pecked your cheek

After not being able to hear him for so long, you couldn’t seaze the amount of love you have gained for him. His voice was deep, intoxicating, and so attractive. You cuddled into him and he began taking about everything, yup you’ll never get tired of his voice.

Jungkook: 

You had known Jungkook for years prior to becoming his official girlfriend. He was there for you the tragic day you had lost all your hearing due to a very unfortunate event. You shamelessly thought that after you have became hearing impaired that your friend would just abandon you but you were dead wrong. Now years later here you both are in the hospital, fingers intertwined as the doctor finished up your hearing aid. The doctor gave Jungkook a thumbs up signifying that you were all done. 

“It’s been a while y/n, but you made it baby!” he said while kiss your hands

“Kookie, I can hear you again,” you said

“And now that you can I want to say that I love you, more than you can begin to comprehend”

You pulled him into your small arms and repeatedly peppered his face with kisses which tickled him. Jungkook’s laugh was seriously the most precious sound you have ever heard. Howe can someone let out a loud laugh and sound so cute.

“Gosh, I love you too Kookie,” you said

With that he gave you a shy peck on the lips and made sure the whole day to speak and sing in celebration of his girl finally getting back what she has been waiting for. 

Powerful - Jaime Lannister

You have loved Jaime since you were a child. Everything he had done, the people he had killed and the horrors of the rest of his family did nothing to deter your affections. But now, Cersei Lannister sat on the Iron Throne and grew more, wildly defensive with each passing day. What happened when you tell Jaime that you’ve had enough? ( Words : 1491)

Warnings : Lannister incest of course, and lots of drama???

Originally posted by my-favoritess

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” Jaime Lannister asked in shock, and in concern. You had just barged into his room, tears running down your cheeks. You simply just shook your head and the Lannister man stood up. “Tell me what happened,” Jaime said softly, hoping a gentle approach would coax you to open up.

“It’s just,” you started but you couldn’t finish. More tears fell from your eyes. Jaime frowned and stepped towards you, his arms outstretched. You leaned into his embrace, wrapping your arms around his neck. You felt more tears fall down your cheeks when you felt his strong arms envelope your middle.

“I don’t know what happened,” Jaime started, his voice eerily calm, “but if someone hurt you, they will fall upon my blade faster than you can imagine.” You buried your face in his covered chest that his words; grateful for his support. You could feel the wet spots, where your salty tears had soaked into his shirt, against the skin of your cheek.

“Sorry,” you murmured, pulling away slightly. Yet Jaime wouldn’t let you go. His arms stayed around your waist and you could feel his chilled, gold hand against your back. “I didn’t mean to come in like that,” you whispered. Jaime moved his arm, brushing his left hand against your face to wipe away some the tears that lingered there.

“It’s quite alright, Y/N. You’ve been a family friend for how many years?” You gave him a weak smile and shrugged. You couldn’t even picture how you looked. Red in the face, your hair messed from being upset; but Jaime didn’t care. “Now,” he said, moving his hand away from your face, “what’s wrong?” His green eyes peered down into your face, as if trying to search for the answer.

“Jaime,” you said quietly. “It’s fine, I swear it,” but the Kingslayer was having none of it. His hand went to your neck, his thumb skirting against your jaw.

“Anything that makes you cry is not fine,” he said seriously. He leaned his head to yours, pressing the softest of kisses to your forehead. You swooned slightly, despite Jaime’s affection being common. Like he had said, your family had been a friend to House Lannister every since you could remember. You grew up alongside Jaime and his family, so you knew everything about him. Everything, included where his true affections lied.

“Thank you,” you whispered, pulling away from him fully. “I promise, it was nothing anyone did. Your hands can remain clean of blood.” Jaime gave you a half-hearted smile, as he still wished to know what had caused you to cry. He knew you far too well. You cried only in the darkest moments. When everything became too much to bear. He had seen you only a few times, once when you had been playing with his sister. It suddenly came to him in that moment. The only person who could get under your skin and make you upset without truly trying.

“It was Cersei, wasn’t it?” You curled your bottom lip between your teeth, unwilling to answer. “Y/N,” Jaime said, stepping towards you. “If it was her, I can talk to her. I can keep you away from her and,” he stopped when you started to shake your head.

“It won’t help, Jaime. You interfering might make it worse.” The Lannister cocked his head and leaned towards you again. “She’s the queen now and she’s your…”

You trailed off at that and Jaime stiffened. You had always had an inkling that there was something between the two twins. Your theories were only hardened when Joffrey came into the world; with his hair like golden spun straw.

“Do you-” you cut him off with a stern look. Your friend frowned and let you speak.

“Yes, I know. I had suspicions before, but Ceresi made it very clear this evening when I asked for your company during my travels to the Westerlands.” Jaime’s brows furrowed at your words, wondering why his sister would blatantly make their taboo romance public. “She said your place was beside her, not near the likes of myself. She said that you were hers and no one else’s.”

“That was not her place to say such things,” Jaime said, feeling angry course through his veins. “She does not control me in that manner,” he hinted at the idea of romance. You merely shook your head again, wondering why you had to love such a complicated man. You had admired Jaime as children, but those feelings had run rampant by now. Somehow, the subject of your affections had never once put that together.

“She said it anyway,” you said, turning towards the door. “I have to pack,” you said trying to suppress the tears that threatened to resurface. “I head to the Westerlands at dawn.” You stepped over to the door, your hand just brushing the knob before it was pulled away.

Jaime’s natural hand tightened around your wrist, turning you to look at him. His face was set, worried and slightly angered. You frowned and attempted to pull your hand free. Despite all your efforts, Jaime remained in your space. The close proximity, and that look in his eyes, made your insides flutter like mad.

“I will come with you,” he said, hoping to sound more calm than he felt. “Don’t let my sister intimidate you. I will let no harm come to you, especially now that you know.” You scoffed and finally got your hand free from his own. Jaime looked down at you with confusion, as if he thought his words would solve your problems.

“Especially now,” you repeated. The words left a bitter taste in your mouth. “When we were kids we’d defend Tyrion from your sister’s evil tricks. When you became Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, I was there, smiling at you. Even when you lied and snuck about, I was at your side.” Everything was spilling from your heart out your mouth, and even Jaime could sense the storm coming. “But you only seem to care when you’re at stake, or when my life is balancing right on the edge. You save me in the nick of time, every time; always. Do you know what that does to a person? Toying with ones feelings after they have committed them to you.”

“No,” Jaime said quietly, his eyes still holding your gaze. He would never show it, but his heart was racing. The beautiful girl he had known since he firs held a sword was confessing her feelings to him. He didn’t know how to genuinely react, so he didn’t react very much at all. You let out a tired laugh and wiped at your eyes. You glanced back up at him, letting him see your tear stained cheeks in the soft light of dusk; letting him see the years of damage on your soul.

“For years I have stayed with you, your family. We have had each other’s backs since childhood,” you said coldly. “Despite all that time, you haven’t even glanced at me the way you look at your sister. The times I hinted at what could be between us, you were looking at her. Because she is powerful. Just as Brienne is powerful in her own right.” Jaime flinched at the mention of his companion. Granted they fought for different things now. “You love strong women,” you finished, “and I will never be enough. Not for you.”

“Y/N,” Jaime flipped through everything he could say to make this better. Then the man realized there was nothing he could say to make up for all that lost time. “I’m sorry,” he murmured and you nodded solemnly. You turned your back to him, taking a deep breath. Jaime took a step towards you then, still desperate to make amends. “Is there anything I can do to show you that you are enough. Please,” he begged, resting his chest against your back. His heart ached at the thought of you leaving him in your state. He wanted to prove he could love you just the same.

His arms hugged your waist, pulling your body flush to his front. He rested his head against the back of your shoulder and you felt his lips brush against the exposed skin there. You suppressed a shudder as his short, blond hair tickled the sensitive skin of your neck. If you let go, you would’ve melted into his touch, just as you had done so many times before. Enough was enough. You pulled free of his embrace, meeting his eyes for what could be the last time.

“Meet me at the gates if you so wish,” you whispered. “If you do join me, maybe we can work through this.” The air around the two of you had changed. With everything out in the open, it hung in the space between your bodies like a body from a tree. You could almost feel his breath on your lips, that’s how close Jaime had gotten. You hand turned the door open and you added, “we ride at dawn.”

You left Jaime, standing in his doorway with his head hung in deep thought. Going against his sister and leaving with you, meant tearing himself away from the rest of his family; his lover. But if he didn’t leave, he would lose his best friend and that was something he didn’t think he could survive. After losing his children, his family, he couldn’t lose you.

However, leaving with you also meant angering an already testy Queen. Cersei had turned vile with her new found power; her heart tormented by the same loss that plagued Jaime himself. Whatever path he chose lead to danger; but whatever path he chose also shone with the hope of possible love.


a part two maybe???

Request: Secrets

Request: can you write an imagine in which you are happy’s sister and juice has a crush on you?

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz

Everyone knew how devoted Happy Lowman was to his mother. It wasn’t a surprise when he decided to transfer to Samcro when she got ill; he wanted to stay closer to her. His brothers were happy to have him in Charming, he was a great addition to the mother charter. Juice had heard stories about the Tacoma Killer when he was just a prospect and yes, they were scary and weird, but he had learnt to respect the man. Sometimes they even teamed up to do errands, and that was one of those days.

They had finished the club tasks for that day and were heading to Mrs Lowman’s house to deliver her meds. Happy had said it wouldn’t take long, but almost twenty minutes had passed and Juice began to hear an argument coming from the house. He thought Happy’s mother was scolding him, something only she had the courage to do, but he was wrong. The Killer stormed out of the house, followed by a girl who looked completely pissed off.

“Don’t you walk away from me Hap!”, she yelled. Happy was already putting his helmet back on and ignored when the girl slammed the gate behind her.

“Let’s go”, Happy barked and started his bike. Juice did the same, glancing over his shoulder to the girl glaring at them from the sidewalk.

—————

Happy didn’t care to explain what had happened and Juice wouldn’t dare to ask. He did noticed though, that his brother began to do errands alone after that day and wasn’t sleeping at the clubhouse often. The Killer didn’t mention what had happened to anyone and Juice couldn’t stop wondering what was going on.

He got answers a few days later, when he stopped in a diner on his way back to the clubhouse. Juice entered the place thinking about a milkshake and only noticed the girl behind the counter when she asked what he wanted to eat. She was the girl he had seen at Mrs Lowman’s house.

“I’m Y/N, I’ll be your waitress. What can I get you?”, she asked with a smile and Juice blinked, trying to speak again.

“Hm… A chocolate milkshake”, he ordered in a monotonous tone.

“Okay”, she wrote down his order and smiled again, “It’ll be ready in a few minutes”.  Y/N walked away to take other clients’ orders as Juice watched her. He had thought she was Happy mother’s caretaker, but his brother wouldn’t yell to her unless she had been doing a bad job. Maybe that’s why she was working at the diner. “Here is your order”, suddenly, she was back and he had caught staring.

“Thanks”, he mumbled, trying to keep his eyes on the glass.

“Why are you so shy now”, Y/N tapped on the counter to get his attention, “You were watching me just two seconds ago”

“I…I”, Juice stuttered, not only for being caught but because she was too close. She was so beautiful, how he hadn’t noticed that before?

“You’re cute”, Y/N smiled and then lowered her voice, “And I know who you are. I saw you with Hap the other day. Did he send you?”

“No”, Juice shook his head to deny it, “No, he didn’t. I’m here just to eat, I’m hungry and…”

“You’re really cute”, she giggled, “What’s your name?”

“J-Juice”, he stuttered again. Damn it, why so nervous in front of a beautiful girl?, “They call me Juice”

“Juice”, Y/N smirked and held out a hand for him, “Nice to meet you Juice. Enjoy your milkshake”, she winked and walked away.

—————

Juice became a regular at the diner. Yes, lunch was only an excuse. What he really wanted was to see Y/N. She said he was cute, didn’t she? Y/N was always nice to him and Juice realized he had a crush on her. They’ve never talked about the club, though they talked about pretty much everything. Weeks passed before he have the courage to ask, “How do you know Hap?”

“I was wondering when you would ask that”, she was cleaning the counter and glanced at him, a smirk on her lips.

“Sorry”, Juice shrugged and blushed.

“It’s okay”, Y/N walked around the counter and sat by his side, “You’re a nice guy Juice. I’ll tell you, but you have to keep the secret”

“I will”, he nodded.

“Okay”, she took a deep breath and locked her eyes with his, “Happy is my brother”

“What?”, Juice creased his brow. It was a joke, wasn’t it?

“I left Tacoma years ago to study and now that I graduated and my mother is ill, I decided to live with her again”, Y/N confessed, playing and squeezing the rag on her hands, “Happy can’t stay with her all the time and a caretaker is expensive. I wanna help and take care of her”

“Is this why he was yelling at you?”, he carefully asked. This was Happy business, but Juice already had crossed the limits and would have to face his brother if he found out.

“Yes”, she admitted, “He wants me to leave, find a good job somewhere else, be safe. Nobody knows he has a sister, he says it’s better this way. He’s so stubborn. We both are”

“I’m sorry”, Juice wanted to touch her hands but he hesitated, “We can protect you. The club, I mean. Happy would have full support from the club, I’m sure”

“Thanks Juice”, she smiled and patted his shoulder as she got up, “You are a sweetheart”. Y/N returned to her place behind the counter, “Juice”, she stopped on her way to the kitchen, “Do you wanna go out? Have dinner together?”

“I…I…”, he stuttered again. Damn it!, “Yeah, but…”

“Happy doesn’t need to know”, she smirked and turned her back on him, glancing over her shoulder once as she walked to the kitchen.

—————

They hadn’t settled a date for their dinner, but Juice was back at her work by the end of the day. He was nervous, thinking he probably looked like a teenager going out on his first date. Y/N just smiled and asked him to wait until her shift was over. Juice walked outside, sat on his bike and waited. Minutes has passed when he heard another bike. He knew, before he turned around, that Happy was there.

“What are you doing here?”, his brother barked, hopping off his bike.

“Coffee”, Juice shrugged.

Happy narrowed his eyes at him and Juice tried to think about an excuse to get out of that situation. He wasn’t so lucky though, because Y/N walked out the diner. “Hey Juice! I’m ready, where…”, Y/N stopped talking when she noticed Happy standing there, staring at her.

“Ready for what?”, Happy grunted and looked at Juice again. His brother looked like he was about to kill someone.

“We’re going to having dinner”, Y/N told her brother. She walked to Juice and held his arm, “And Hap…He knows”

“What?”, Happy clenched his jaw, already walking toward Juice.

“Happy Lowman”, Y/N held out a hand to stop him, “He knows I’m your sister and why you don’t introduce me to anybody on your little club”.

“First. It’s not a little club”, Happy explained while Y/N just raised an eyebrow at him and Juice could only watch in silence, “Second. You shouldn’t joke about your safety. And Third”, Happy pointed to Juice, “You’re off limits to him”

“I am the one who decides the limits”, Y/N let Juice go and crossed her arms, glaring at her brother.

“Y/N…”, Happy growled.

“Stop Hap”, she sighed, “I’m not going anywhere or arguing about this anymore. I’m here to take care of mom, you liked it or not. And I will have dinner with Juice. He’s gonna keep the secret Hap, but you should tell everybody, it would be easier”

Happy just grunted and stared at them, then he pointed to Juice, “If you hurt her, I’m gonna get a new happy face tattoo. Do you understand?”

“Yes”, Juice swallowed and nodded.

“Happy”, Y/N grimaced.

“What? I have to make sure he understands”, Happy shrugged.

“If he hurt me”, Y/N said over her shoulder as she pushed Juice toward his bike, “I’m gonna get me a happy face tattoo brother”

*No Ordinary Feline* Newt x reader


◘ Anonymous asked:

Dear Author, You have great works here! Hope that upcoming weekend will be great for You! My request is the following. You and Newt had a row because You were jealous to Tina . You went back to Your flat, but on the doorstep sits a cat. With Your live to animals You take it home. And to this cat You share all Your emotion. But it will not be an ordinary cat 😊… all best to You

a/n: I’m so happy to be back!!! I hope you guys enjoy this one! 

Descending down in to Newt’s case, you sighed when you saw Newt hunched over a piece of parchment and scribbling intently. You and Newt had met a year ago and recently started dating. Everything had been going perfectly until Tina started writing to Newt more often than usual. You noticed he had suddenly become more interested in writing back to her than spending time with you.

“Newt?” You quietly walked up beside him and leaned over his shoulder to see the words:

Dear Tina

You sighed, and asked him if he’d be coming out soon to join you for some afternoon tea.

“Can we maybe have tea later? I’m writing to Tina right now.”

Newt’s words faded as you began wondering why he was always writing to Tina. Was it because she was prettier? Smarter?

Sighing, you sat down on a stool and rested your head in your hand.

“Something wrong, love?”

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nicole dollanganger starters pt. 1

if you know me, you know i LOVE nicole dollanganger. so i made some starter sentences with her lyrics. change things around as you see fit!

some of these may be angsty, triggering, and/or ns.fw!

❛ you would do anything to destroy the body they rescued. ❜
❛ lately i can’t recognize you. ❜
❛ you’re just the shell of the boy that you’ve been. ❜
❛ you’re dying, i can feel it. ❜
❛ they said their blessings. ❜
❛ we pressed the cuts together and became one and another. ❜
❛ now we’re blood brothers. ❜
❛ a part of me will always live in you. ❜
❛ i’ll love all your demons, because now they’re my demons, too. ❜
❛ i’ll take care of you forever. ❜
❛ i’m empty inside. ❜
❛ i will never be able to love you. ❜
❛ i fear a dead body would be warm compared to mine. ❜
❛ i’m barren on the inside. ❜
❛ he told me to pull out his teeth. ❜
❛ you’re cold on the inside. ❜
❛ you ruin everything you touch, and destroy anyone you love. ❜
❛ he’d hollowed out their bodies so they’d feel just as empty as him. ❜
❛ you always said you hated the things you can’t control. ❜
❛ death is pretty sweet. ❜
❛ i’m not scared of death because death’s all over me. ❜
❛ the medication makes him so sleepy. ❜
❛ the moon still lingered in his weary eyes. ❜
❛ he’s a ghost i never thought i’d find. ❜
❛ a part of me wished to crawl under his sheets. ❜
❛ but i just want to touch you. ❜
❛ i promise i won’t break you. ❜
❛ you’re so beautiful, but so delicate. ❜
❛ i’m just a pile of tender teeth and bones. ❜
❛ something ugly in you, you also saw in me. ❜
❛ i could be your girl, and you could be my baby. ❜
❛ we’re the same. ❜
❛ we’re both rabid animals. ❜
❛ you’re the darkest horse that i’ve ever seen. ❜
❛ of all the things you fuck, i’m the most empty. ❜
❛ can’t bury anything without digging it up. ❜
❛ his coffin is not your arms. ❜

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William Nylander - Video Games

request: Hi! I have a request about you and Willy playing video games like Friday the 13th and he gets salty everytime you beat him and you can add Alex in there if you want.
authors note: creative title huh ???? literally couldn’t think of anything better. thank you for your request. i hope this works! not sure how i feel about this one tbh. maybe i went in a bit too deeo without context? hope you can still enjoy this though. and feel free to send me some feedback as it always helps to motivate me.
word count: 3497

” Jesus fucking christ.. ” The words were thrown out of William’s mouth along with the game controller against the hardwood floor. The bang frightened you for a second before you tried nothing but your hardest to hold the laughter in. ” Let’s go one more time.. ” You held your hands up in defeat, figuring it was for the best to keep your mouth shut to not anger his temper even more. However, that did not go for his brother. ” Fucks sake William. Not like you’re making it any easier on yourself. You know you’re gonna loose. Why bother? ” William shot a glare in Alex’ direction which unsurprisingly made a chuckle escape Alex’ lips. ” You’re the one to talk. Not like i’m the only sore looser in this room. ”

The competitive minds of the Nylander family was not something new. It had been around from when they were kids. They were all born with it. With parents as athletes it had come natural. Something you had witnessed more than once. After being with William for three years, you had more than often gotten to see the competitive side of their family during game nights or literally just from watching sports through a TV screen. You couldn’t complain though. You were the same. You loved to win and hated to loose. Something that sometimes got the better of you and your boyfriend. This occasion was one of those. For most of the time, you and William were fairly equal when it came to video games. Unless it was the NHL game. Then you were already mentally prepared to loose each time. Which for quite obvious reasons, you did not mind. William however- it did not matter what day, or what game, he could never stand loosing. Especially not when he felt like he was doing better. In all fairness, he enjoyed this game a lot more than you ever had. Hence why he should also probably be better at it than you. But he wasn’t. It was a harsh truth that just did not hit William Nylander in the right spot. And despite you choosing your moments to rub it in- Alex did not. He thought it was hilarious. Seeing his older brother getting absolutely pissed for not winning over his girlfriend. He almost enjoyed it more than winning himself. Though that might be taking it too far.

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Requested imagine •3 Zach

Hello could you do a imagine that the reader is a new student and tries to find a class room but fails end ends up in the gymnasium and finds Zach on the bleachers crying because his girlfriend broke up with him so the reader comforts him and Zach starts to like her and his ex girlfriend gets jealous and tries to get him back. thank you <3

“Ugh a newbie again” you thought to yourself as you packed your new locker in the empty hallway, looking down at your timetable you noticed you had biology first period, “now where did that old women say again?” You thought trying to remember the directions she gave you even though you knew full well you’d zoned out and didn’t listen.

You walked around aimlessly until you got to the end of a corridor and saw a door, walking through it you decided it was either a biology class or someone would be on the other side to direct you the right way. After opening the door to find an empty gymnasium you sighed and dropped your bag but you heard a sniffle and a cough, you peeked round the corner to see a tall muscly boy crying on the bleachers, your first instinct was to run away but he intrigued you, and before you knew it you found yourself climbing the steps “are you okay?…sorry stupid question” you asked then mumbled the rest, his head shot up and he wiped his face “um sorry I’m fine” he sniffed stuffing things into his bag “if you need to talk to someone, it can be me. I’m new, you’re literally the first kid I’ve seen so it’s not like I can embarrass you and tell everyone you were crying” you said realising it sounded a lot more comforting in your head, he moved his bag and patted the seat and you sat next to him “I’m Y/N” you said extending your hand “zach” he coughed but didn’t shake your hand. “Whatever had you so upset it can’t be as bad as the morning I had, I dropped my pancake and the cat ate it!” You exclaimed making him let out a big laugh “im sorry I don’t wanna bore you” zach said wiping his face again “you won’t be, I’m lost so I’d be worse off wandering around the school” you smiled at him “my girlfriend broke up with me, because I’ve been slacking at basketball, she’s embarrassed to be with me” he sighed and let out a sob at the end “oh my god what a bitch! You shouted by accident “I’m sorry I didn’t mean that” you said “she meant a lot to me, I thought we were perfect together” he said “I know you’re hurting but she doesn’t sound worth the tears, Zach, you can do so much better and deserve someone who will love you for you and not your reputation” you said and realised he was staring at you “thank you Y/N I didn’t think about it like that” he smiled and stood up “so where are you trying to find?” He asked “biology?” You asked and his smile turned into a grin “I have biology too! I’ll walk you there” He nearly shouted excitedly.

You talked about anything and everything on the way to biology and to your disappointment you arrived at the class, you expected to take your seat then probably never see the jock again “sit next to me?” He asked interrupting your thoughts “that would be great, id rather not sit next to a stranger” you said nervously and he walked you over to a table.

Over the next two weeks you and Zach became lab partners, jokingly calling yourselves lab buddies but you really wished it was more, he’d nod to you in the hallways at school and you’d often catch him looking at you across the cafeteria, by now you were close friends with Hannah Baker. “He so likes you!” She giggled across the table and looked at your confused face “zach!” She exclaimed “oh yeah we’re biology buddies” you said and she laughed “he like likes you!!” She said as you glanced over at him and noticed a girl practically sitting on his lap, the same girl you thought you helped him get over “maybe not” you mumbled and Hannah turned round “ugh she’s so desperate, he looks disgusted by her presence” she laughed but you didn’t believe her.

You had biology next and as usual had a great time with zach, laughing, joking and telling each other life stories. On your way out of the class you overheard his ex talking to her other cheerleader friends “I cannot believe that slut! Does she think she can just move here and take my seat then my boyfriend!” Your heart sank as you left the class, did zach lie to you? Was he still dating her? You walked towards your locker in a daydream and bumped into someone dropping all your things “hey clumsy!” You looked up and it was Zach, you picked up your things and grumbled then walked past him “Y/N!” He shouted after you, you kept walking until you felt him grab your arm “Y/N what have I done?” He asked looking hurt “I’ve spent weeks helping you get over her and you’re still dating her?” He looked confused “what are you talking about? We haven’t talked since the day she broke up with me!” He stated “well she seems to think I’m here exclusively to steal you from her, her boyfriend she was clear about that part!” You shouted “she’s jealous Y/N!” He sighed and leaned against the lockers “of what?” You asked “of you obviously, she can’t bear the fact that I’ve fallen hard in love with you and she’s got no chance ever again” he blurted then squeezed his eyes together regretting what he said as you just stared, shocked.

You stood in silence for what seemed like forever until he finally opened his eyes “I guess that’s my deepest secret out in the open, it was nice being friends Y/N sorry for ruining everything” he said as you crashed your lips to his shocked at yourself and Zach grabbed your waist and kissed back hard. You pulled away and looked at each other and smiled “or…we could go to the crestmont?” He suggested with a grin on his face and you nodded dumping your stuff in your locker and walking out of school with Zach.

Zach walked you to his car, opened the door for you and fastened your seatbelt, he placed a kiss on your forehead before closing the door and getting in the drivers side.

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Originally posted by castiels-sweet-little-grace

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Characters: Loki Laufeyson 

Warnings: N/A

Request: @bodhirook1  Loki with “Everything will be fine” Thanks :)

Word Count: 475

Author: Charlotte

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Request: If your doing imagines can you do a prince roan!au sister imagine where she is a badass and where a ice nation citizen challenges her calling her weak ps. Can you make it where she’s dating Murphy or raven?

Requested by: @love32111

Warning: Fighting?



Originally posted by casydean23

You stood next to your brother, standing next to him proudly as his second-in-command. You two had always been close and no matter what, you two had always stuck together so when he was chosen as the prince of Ice Nation, you were beyond proud.

He had fought so hard and you didn’t care that he was the successor, you’d never wanted to rule Ice Nation. You’d only wanted what was best for your brother and for him to get what he had earned. Roan had always bene frowned upon for everything he did, no matter how hard he tried, he had and you, standing up for him had fallen in that category had been reprimanded as well.

You didn’t care so much for your sake. You let people walk over you without any problem just because you had always been raised that you weren’t good enough. You were a warrior, your brother had raised you to be one and everything you’d learned was from him. He professed that you had even surpassed him to which you would laugh. 

He was everything to you. And you admired him greatly.

When he became prince, he was finally recognized for his ability and people cheered for him. Though some had faltered when he’d chosen you as his second-in-command, even you had. But, no matter what people said Roan never changed his mind and you secretly appreciated it.

You were in the thrown room. Listening to the complaints and comments from his citizens, you stood beside him as he answered all questions. The next person stepped up and you let your bored eyes wander on him, shocked to see a Skai person and his in chains.

Immediately you became alert as you took a step down the steps, listening keenly to what the soldier had to say. 

“My prince,” the soldier started. He pushed the boy forward, making him fall on his knees and you winced at the loud smack that echoed. “This boy was caught frolicking through our town, stealing whatever he could get his hands on.”

“I wasn’t stealing.” The boy said, his voice bored as he stared annoyed up at your brother. You flinched when the soldier smacked the boy at the back of the head, you went to them, grabbing the guards hand. The boy stared shocked up at you for a moment, letting his eyes wander down your body as the soldier glared at you. 

“Y/N.” You brother started, and you turned back to him. Seeing his disapproving look you shook your head, refusing to back down. People hated you because you had a heart and didn’t hate the Skaikru like them. But you never understood what they had done so bad when your people attacked them first.

“No, Roan.” You started, gasps echoing through the room. You never called him by his name when in the thrown room. People found it disrespectful. “We should at least give the boy a chanced to explain without being abused.” You let your eyes fall on the soldier.

Roan tsked, before nodding. Looking down at the boy, “go on.” He ordered. 

The boy looked at you, hesitantly before shifting so he was more comfortable. “I wasn’t stealing,” he started. Looking at you, you nodded, giving a soft smile. “I payed for everything I grabbed, soldier boy over here just grabbed me suddenly. Saying that I was Skaikru and my people weren’t allowed here.” You smiled, glad to have found that he hadn’t actually done anything wrong. 

Turning to your brother, you nodded. “See? My prince this boy,” you looked at him. “What’s your name?” 

“Murphy.” He said too quickly.

“Murphy,” you pronounced his name with a thick accent. “Has done nothing wrong.”

Roan stared at you, giving you a look that warned you and you nodded, sure of yourself. “Yion, release the boy.” He ordered Yion. Immediately the soldier shook his hand, waving his hands back and forth. 

“No, my lord. I saw him!” He professed, you shook your hand grabbing the keys off of him and kneeling down to unlock the boys chains. He stared at you, hesitant before he gave you a small nod to which you smiled back.

You went to lean up before you felt a smack over your head, making you fall on Murphy. He easily caught you with his arms, pushing you back as you stared shocked at Yion. He frowned at you, staring at you with a deathly glare. You could feel the tension in the room as your brother sat forward on his chair, an angry expression on his face.

People here might not like you all that much, but Yion had insulted royalty in your town so all the soldiers in the room tensed. Raising their weapons before Roan raised a hand to them. 

You said nothing but stare shocked up at Yion. His face contorted in anger as he spit in your face, “you’re weak!” He declared. “Weak at the heart and weak in the mind. You don’t deserve to be second-in-command.”

You stared back at you brother, looking towards him for guidance and felt betrayal when he just stared back. Looking down at Murphy you saw him staring just as shocked as you. You slowly sat up, Murphy following you as you stood a foot shorter than Yion.

He raised his hand, slapping you. “You’re unfit to be here!”

“Hey, man!” Murphy spoke up, standing in front of you before the guard swung at him with his weapon and knocked him to the ground. You didn’t care if he hurt you but Murphy had just protected you, so you felt anger boil within you at Yion. When he raised his hand again, you shocked him by grabbing his wrist and stopping his attack. There was an echo of gasps as you stared narrowed eyed at him. 

His jaw fell open as you crunched your hand around his wrist. “Don’t touch those unworthy of you,” you spat at him. 

Anger came over him, ripping his arm from your grasp he spit at the ground. “I challenge you.”

Smiling you nodded, “fine,” before raising your hand and punching him directly in the face. He grunted, doubling over as he grabbed his face in pain. You struck your foot out and kicked him in the gut. He aimed a hit at you with his weapon, before you grabbed it yourself, twisting his arm the other way.

With one final hit he was on the ground. You kneeled down at him before saying, “I am not weak.” Standing back up, you turned to everyone in the room. “I am your second-in-command. You will respect. I am your prince’s sister, you will obey me.” You yelled, before smacking Yion’s weapon on the ground.

Turning you wiped the blood of your face from Yion’s hit, seeing Roan’s face you saw him smile proudly at him. You flushed, smiling shyly back at him.

“Impressive,” Murphy caught in while the hauled Yion’s body away. You turned to him, the flush not leaving your cheeks as you looked at the ground. 

“Thank you.” You nodded. 

“Hey, i never caught your name.” He joked, smiling at you widely.

You grinned up at him, “it’s Y/N. Nice to meet you, Murphy.”

“Call me John.”


There ya go!

anonymous asked:

#95 w/ j-hope pls!

Prompt request: “I don’t know how you convinced me to do this.”

Pairing: Hoseok (J-Hope) x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Hoseok’s dance competition takes place during his birthday, leaving you in Seoul and him in New York. Luckily, you, being an amazing girlfriend, are able to pull some strings.

Word count: 1.3k works


“I miss you, babe,” Hoseok said, pouting dramatically. The video call was grainy and the sound was terribly distorted, but it was enough. “I’m so lonely.

“It’s only been a week,” you laughed, even though you felt the same way. “I think we’ll survive.”

“I know, I just wish you were here,” Hoseok said, serious this time. “I don’t like being away from you. And I don’t even get to spend my birthday with you!”

“I don’t like it either, Hobi,” you agreed with a sad smile. You yawned loudly, almost succumbing to the immense tiredness you felt. “I need to go to bed soon.”

“I keep on forgetting about the time difference,” your boyfriend said sheepishly. “Go to sleep now. I’ll talk to you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Good luck at semi-finals today,” you grinned widely, your eyes turning into little crescents that Hoseok adored. “I know you’ll advance.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” Hoseok laughed. “I’ll do my best.”

“Bye, Hoseok,” you said, moving your cursor to end the call. “I love you.”

“Love you, too!” he shouted, making a heart sign with his arms. You laughed as you ended the call.

Immediately, you jumped up. You grabbed the backpack that sat beside your bed. With our passport in one hand and your boarding pass in the other, you slipped out of your apartment. As if you were going to miss your boyfriend’s birthday!

You hurried downstairs where a taxi was waiting for you. Once you had settled in the car, you told the driver you’d tip him extra if he could get you to the airport as quickly as possible. After all, you had a plane to catch and a cute boyfriend to see.


The flight was long. Torturously long. Luckily, it was one of those planes that had WiFi, so you were able to talk to Hoseok. Just like you expected, he and his crew advanced to the finals. He was in a hip hop group that originated from Seoul but was notorious worldwide. They were going to face off against another crew from London.

Best of all, Hoseok didn’t expect a thing.

Currently, you were waiting for the airport shuttle with a few other passengers. Since you had some time to kill, you pulled out your phone to message Hoseok.

SENT 10:53 AM

Happy birthday boo!!!! Good luck today 💕

RECEIVED 10:55 AM

Thanks Y/N 💘 I’ll win for u!!!!

SENT 10:55 AM

Ur always #1 in my heart 😘 but I know you’ll win anyway

The shuttle finally pulled up in front of you. You boarded the bus and sat near the back, your backpack clutched tightly against your chest. You were nervous travelling in a new city alone, but for Hoseok, you’d do anything.

A little while into the ride, you remembered to message Jimin. He was a member of Hoseok’s crew and had also agreed to help you with your birthday surprise.

SENT 11:26 AM

Jimin!!!!!! I’M COMING TO THE HOTEL

RECEIVED 11:27 AM

wtf ok

SENT 11:27 AM

Just remember to stick to the plan ok

RECEIVED 11:28 AM

i don’t know how u convinced me to do this

SENT 11:29 AM

For the sake of true love???? Anyway, if anything goes wrong it’s on u

After about an hour, you arrived at the hotel Hoseok was staying at. Luckily, he wasn’t sharing a room with Jimin. Your wingman provided you with his suite number, so you attempted to navigate the huge hotel. The competition was also being held at this luxurious complex, since it was equipped with a stage and theatre.

Eventually, you found yourself in front of Jimin’s suite. You knocked on the door furiously, and you could hear Jimin cursing as he hurried to let you in.

“Goddamn, Y/N,” he hissed, throwing the door open and ushering you in. “Please relax.”

“I can’t,” you said, flopping onto Jimin’s unmade bed. “I’m so nervous. How is Hoseok? Confident? Sad? Excited?”

“He’s pretty calm, actually,” Jimin informed you, sitting beside you. “You know how he gets, though. He’s been reviewing our choreography nonstop.”

You and Jimin talked for a few minutes before a text alert interrupted your conversation. Jimin checked his phone and stood up.

“Hoseok wants us to practice one last time before we compete,” Jimin explained as he slipped on a pair of sneakers. “You know where to go, right?”

You nodded, feeling butterflies in your stomach at the prospect of seeing Hoseok perform. Once Jimin left, you dumped the contents of your backpack onto his bed. You had thrown in an outfit to wear. It was chic and all black, which you figured was suitable for a hip hop dance competition. After half an hour, you had gotten changed and applied some light makeup.

Your phone buzzed quietly. You patted around the messy bed, finally locating the device. It was a message from Hoseok.

RECEIVED 2:42 PM

I know you’re probably asleep, but I just wanted to say I love you a lot. I’m pretty nervous, but thinking about you makes me feel better. I’ll do my best for you

You felt yourself smiling, a few tears pricking your eyes. You blinked them away and stood up. The finals were starting soon.


The other crew performed first, but they were no match for Hoseok. His team performed crime-inspired choreography. It was raw and powerful, and each member moved in perfect unison. Then, Hoseok performed a solo piece. Each move was sharp and strong, and the fluid dance was punctuated by athletic displays if flips and rolls.

It was no surprise that the judges announced that, unanimously, Hoseok’s crew had won.

The entire crowd roared in congratulations. Even Hoseok’s opponents were cheering. You watched happily from the sidelines. But once Hoseok and his crew took the mic to accept their victory and the trophy, you knew what you had to do.

You snuck backstage, greeted by the Hoseok’s sound technician, Namjoon. He grinned at you, realizing your plan, and shot you a thumbs up.

Slipping through the curtains, you were immediately met by blinding lights. Hoseok was addressing the crowd.

“This means so much to all of us,” Hoseok said. “These dancers became my brothers, and we have sacrificed our blood, sweat, and tears to get where we are now. I would never have become the person I am today without them. I’d also like to thank my girlfriend who has supported me through everything, and even though she couldn’t be here–”

Jimin tapped Hoseok’s shoulder, cutting him off mid-sentence. Hoseok looked him, confused, until Jimin motioned to look behind him. Slowly Hoseok turned, and then he saw you.

It was like time slowed. You saw his eyes widen in slow motion and his lips moved silently. You both stood there, unmoving, for several moments.

Then, time caught up, and you were in each others arms. Hoseok spun you around, before setting you on your feet and kissing you roughly. His hands held your face gently, and your kiss turned salty as Hoseok began to cry.

Gently, you pulled yourself away.

“You really came,” Hoseok whispered, smiling radiantly despite his tears. “I love you so much, Y/N. Seeing you makes me happier than any damn trophy I could ever get.”

“Happy birthday,” you laughed, a few of your own tears sliding down your cheeks. “I would do anything for you. And I missed you too much to stay away.”

Hoseok pulled you into a hug, pressing kisses to the top of your head. In the background, the crowd applauded thunderously.

“For the record,” you said, “I told you that you would win.”

- Girl in Luv

I really wanted to post this request on the 17th. But I got stuck working till 12:30 AM so missed Hobi’s bday 💔 Also I wrote another story but I hated it?? So here I am, it’s 4 AM, and I hate myself. Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed. J-Hope, stay gold!! Happy birthday