• leafy: *blinks*
  • some of y'all: i knew it...i knew he had depression all along..did you see that??he just closed his eyes..probably wanted to shut his eyes off to the sadness in the world and in his life..probably was going to his happy place in his head i read on wikipedia that people with depression do that some times

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Could you do their reaction to finding out you have a lot of tattoos like a large back piece and multiple on your thighs and torso that you dont show a lot of people? (Changkyun, Wonho, Hyungwon, and Jooheon plz😁)

They find out you have a lot of tattoos (I.M, Wonho, Hyungwon & Jooheon)

I.M; He’d find it really amazing, and it would attract him a lot. When he first saw a tattoo on your back when you were changing your shirt, he’d raise his eyebrows and stand there, frozen. After a while, he’d walk closer, blinking his huge eyes.

Y/N! Why have you never told me you had a tattoo? It looks so good!

Originally posted by eunhasmom

Wonho; You two decided to have a movie night, so as Hoseok was on the couch, putting the movie on, you decided to change. He’d see your tattoo on your thigh when you walked out of the bedroom in shorts, and he’d be stunned. He’d love it so, so much, since he himself has tattoos. 

.. Whoah, whoah! Hold on.. Since when..? How many do you have? You have more?? Show me all of them!

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

Hyungwon; I don’t think he’d like a lot of tattoos, but if there were just a few, he’d find them sexy, especially if they were on you. So when he saw your tattoo on your ribs, he raised an eyebrow and reached his hand out to trace his fingers down the tattoo gently. 

You have a tattoo? Why have you never told me this before? It looks good, it suits you. Is there a meaning behind it?

Originally posted by mybabyoppa

Jooheon; He’d love it. When he first saw your tattoo on your shoulder, honestly, he’d low key get turned on lmao. I feel like tattoos would be REALLY sexy to him. He’d grin and place soft kisses to your shoulder where the tattoo is, wrapping his arms around you from the back.

Tattoo? You never told me about it before. I love it. Do you have more?

Originally posted by sukiiieee


Labels - Teen!Dean Winchester x Teen!Reader

Title: Labels

Pairing: Teen!Dean Winchester x Teen!Reader

Word Count: 2,107

Warnings: None

Prompt: Hi! Can I request a teen!dean x teen!reader where they are both in high school and Dean is captain of the football team and he falls for the reader who is not popular at all and wears band tshirts, ripped, jeans, and converse all the time and he takes her out on a date? Sorry if that’s too descriptive

“And then she asked me to go to her place when her parents will be away. And you know what that means about-” Jo stopped her recounting, narrowing her eyes at you “Hey are you even listening?” she asked but you obviously didn’t answer.

“Hello?” she snapped her fingers in front of your face and you blinked “(Y/n) are you listening?”

“Wh-what?” you stuttered, looking at your friends but mostly Jo.

Caroline and Bonnie smirked as they shared a look. Jo narrowed her eyes at you but smirked as well.

“Just a question.” she said seriously and you cleared your throat, shifting in your seat.

“What?” you asked, trying to gain your composure.

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For anon…reader is female as requested. Enjoy!

“Y/N,” her father called, “Come down here, darling. Your mother and I have a surprise for you.”

Curiously, Y/N peeked out of her room. Her little body toddled down the steps. Her tiny hairs bounced slightly as she did. She gripped the railing while watching where she stepped. Quietly, she stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

“Hello Papa. Hello Mama,” she greeted before grinning.
“Hello darling,” her mother greeted.
“Your mother and I were in town today, and we got you a present.”
Y/N only cocked her head to the side in curiosity.
Her mother stepped sideways. “We’ve gotten you your own personal slave.”

Y/N blinked as she stared at the young boy. He seemed to have been crying slightly. The little girl stepped forward.

“Hello,” she greeted, “I’m Y/N. What’s your name?”
“Please darling. You don’t need to know his name,” her father retorted.
“But I wanna know his name,” she replied.
“It’s Anakin,” the boy murmured.
Her eyes lit up. “Now we can be friends!”
Her mother sneered, “Y/N, please. He is your slave. Whatever you tell him to do, he’ll do it.”
“Then I command he becomes my friend.”

The two parents sighed in exasperation. Anakin, however, was smiling slightly. He was glad someone didn’t think of him as just a slave.

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The World Is Spinning

As the world titled around me once again, I closed my eyes, placing a hand on the wall next to me, taking in a deep breath.

“Y/N?” Blinking open my eyes, I saw Oli frowning over at me. “You alright?”

“Fine,” I smile back at him, lying through my teeth, “Just really like this song.”

“You sure?” He stepped closer, “You’re pretty pale.”

“I’m fine, Oli.” I told him, letting my hand fall from the wall beside me, “You’re imagining stuff.”

“Maybe we should find Joe…” He trailed off, glancing around the party we were at.

“No, no.” I grabbed his arm, bringing his attention back to her. “Please, Oli. Don’t tell him. I’m fine. Really.”

“You aren’t.” Oli shook his head, “I can tell. You’re practically swaying where you stand, Y/N.”

The world was spinning again, much like it had throughout the night, but I could push through it. We were only going to be at the party for another couple of hours. I just needed Oli to stop pestering me to tell Joe. This was not the first time he had insisted.

I hadn’t felt well all evening, and Oli had picked up on it a while ago. Which is why he also kept asking if I was alright. Which I was.

For the most part.

“I am not.” I told him firmly, forcing myself to stop swaying, “And you can’t tell Joe. He’s been looking forward to this party all month. I won’t ruin it.”

“He won’t be happy about it…” Oli sighed, but I could tell I had won him over.

“Who won’t be happy about what?” Joe asked, appearing at my side. His hand slide around my waist, and I leaned into him, grateful for the support.

Oli shot me a look, silently pleading for me to tell Joe, but I ignored him, smiling over at Joe.

“You won’t be happy. About me dragging you to the dance floor.”

“Love, you know I can’t dance.” Joe laughed, and I could see in his eyes that he was having a good time, he was relaxed. Further proof I couldn’t tell him that the world was moving around him.

“For me?” I asked sweetly, maybe I just needed to get the blood flowing.

“Alright. One dance.” He told me, nodding to Oli as we made our way to the dance floor.

It was crowded with people, everyone moving closely together, the bass thumping loudly.

Instantly I felt worse.

But Joe was looking at me so happily, so carefree, that I put a smile on my own face and allowed him to pull me closer, our own bodies moving with those around us.

“Having fun?” He spoke close to my hear, wanting to be heard over the music.

“Of course!” I replied, placing a simple kiss on his cheek.

The grin I got in return was everything, even if it swam in front of me. Was the spinning getting worse?

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts. Everything was fine.

I was fine.

“Y/N?” Joe called out, and I realized he was saying something.

“Sorry?” I said back, my hands braced on his chest as I blinked a few times quickly, trying to get rid of the black creeping in at the edges of my vision.

“Everything okay?”

“Everyone keeps asking that,” I laughed, taking a step back, trying my best to focus on Joe’s face even as everything spun around and around, “I’m fine!”

Except when I went to go take another step back, the floor fell from under me, and the black rapidly filled my vision. I could faintly hear someone calling my name, but I succumbed to the darkness before my mind could figure out who it was.

“Y/N? Love, can you hear me?”

There was a gentle hand on my cheek, as well as something cool on my forehead. I could feel my body shaking lightly as I dragged my eyes open, focusing in on Joe’s blue ones, shining with concern.


“Joe?” I mumbled, blinking slowly. “Wha’s going on?” I asked, sitting up with his help.

“Gods, you scared the shit out of me. That’s what. Are you okay?” His words came out rapidly, and it took my haze filled mind a moment to realize what it was he was saying.

“I’m fine,” I told him, “Why are we on the floor?”

“Because you fainted.”


“I’m taking you home.” Joe said firmly, helping me stand up. He frowned when I stumbled into him slightly, my body still shaking. “Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Because I’m fine.” I manage to get out, clutching onto him tightly. “Really. We can stay.”

“Nice try, Y/N.” He shook his head, “We’re going home. You can’t stay here.”

“Car’s out front.” I can hear Oli say from over my shoulder, but I’m now leaning heavily against Joe, my eyes closed tightly once again.

“Thanks. You okay getting home on your own?”

“I’ll be fine. Go ahead.”

I couldn’t remember the drive home, or Joe bringing me inside. The rest of the night was a blurred moment. All I could remember was spinning and feeling hot and then cold, alternating constantly.

The next thing I knew, I was blinking my eyes open, squinting at the morning light streaming in to our bedroom.

“Hey, love.” Joe spoke softly, his hand pushing the hair out of my face. “How you feeling?”

“Like shit. But better than last night.” I tell him, pushing myself into a sitting position. I’m relieved to see that the world does not spin this time, but instead remains quite still.

“That’s good. You’re fever broke at some point in the night too, so you should be feeling better by tonight.”

Fever? I think briefly, before I notice Joe’s face. He looks exhausted. There’s bags under his eyes, and his eyelids are drooping slightly, while his hair is a mess. His clothes are the same from the night before, just more wrinkled.

“Did you stay up all night?” I asked him, my fingers lacing through his.

“I was worried.”


“No,” He shook his head, “I wasn’t going to sleep. You needed someone to take care of you.”

“Well, I don’t anymore.” I replied, tugging his hand. “So come to bed, and get some sleep.”

“Are you sure?” Joe frowned, eyes studying me. “You don’t need anything?”

“I just need my boyfriend to get out of those clothes and into bed, so we can both go to sleep.”

“Alright, alright.” He laughed, “Sleep does sound pretty good.”

“I know, what a wonderful concept. It’s something normal people do at night.” I drawled, settling back in bed as he strips out of his clothes.

“Some people do it during the day, you know.” He commented, climbing into bed beside me. “Now shush, I’m trying to sleep.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I giggled, shuffling closer against him. “But Joe?”


“Thank you. For taking care of me.”

“Always, love.” Joe mumbled back, and I know he’s already drifting off to sleep.


Barry: Y/N, hang in there! *cradles your limp and bloody face in his lap*

Meta human *laughs maniacally*: No one can stop me now, Flash!

Logan: Think again, Bub. *beats the living daylights out of the meta human*

Y/N blinks awake, glaring up at Barry in annoyance. “What’s the matter with you? I’m fine.”

Barry: You’re alive! *hugs you in relief, and you frown miffed*

Y/N: of course I’m alive. I have super regeneration. *Glaring at Logan* I had it under control.

Logan rolls his eyes: sure you did, squirt.



Can u do a hotch imagine where ur his wife, apart of the team, &9 months preg.& there’s a case near the BAU, and u decide to drive Emily & JJ there but there’s a big accident, you get trapped, and go into labor? (Kinda like Elliot’s wife fromSVU?

(Pre-order information for the book is here!)

Originally posted by profiler-in-training

Fluttering your eyes open as the smell of gas hits your nostrils, you groan as you try to turn your head.

“Y/N?  Y/N, can you hear me?”

That voice sounded so familiar.

“Y/N.  Blink if you can understand me.”

You couldn’t place that voice.

You could only place your pain.

You whimper as the scraping of metal begins to ring in your ears.

Where are you?

What has happened?


But you recognized that voice.

You would always recognize that voice.


“Ssshhh sh sh sh sh,” a voice coos.

That voice.

Was it…

Was it J.J….?

Oh, god.

The car.

“There was an accident,” you begin.

“Y/N!” Hotch roars and he clamors to the car and gets down on his knees.

But the pain in your back ripped you from your trance as your pants began to stain with blood.

“Morgan…help me!” Hotch roars as he pries the door from the mangled car.

The car accident.

You were driving J.J. and-


“Emily…?” you breathe before another waft of pain ricochets behind your back.

“They’re fine.  You’re fine.  You’re all fine,” Aaron grunts as him and Derek finally get the door open.

“The gas line has been compromised, Hotch.”


“Gas line…” you trail off.

“It’s alright,” Aaron coos as he dips his head in.

Your eyes are swollen shut.  You don’t know what’s going on.

You hear a click, a curse, and then pressure as something caves down onto your chest.

“I need a knife!” Aaron roars.

Your ears are ringing.

Your back hurts like hell.

And your stomach…

“Oh, god,” you whisper.

“Ambulance!” Rossi yells as he directs the medics over to the accident.

You hear dripping.



“The baby,” you moan as another contraction wafts over your body.

“I’ve got you,” Aaron grunts as he finally saws you free of the seat-belt.

“Come on,” Morgan grunts as he helps Aaron pull you from the car.

Your neck hurt so badly, and your stomach was in so much pain.

And you were so wet between your legs.

Wait…why were you wet between your legs?

“Baby,” you whisper as you hear a loud boom.

You were screaming.

You couldn’t hear it, but you were screaming.

And Aaron was crying.

And Emily was unconscious and J.J. was panicking.

Reid was rushed and Rossi was directing.

And Morgan…Morgan was crying.

And your pelvis…your pelvis felt like it was ripping.

“Get ‘er on the stretcher,” a random voice says.

“We need an IV,” another one says.

The cool surface of something hit your back as you feel your pants being slid off of you.

And there was so much pain.

And so much pressure.

And you couldn’t see.

And you couldn’t breathe.

And you couldn’t stop trembling…

“Sweetheart,” Aaron chokes out next to your ear.

You lean your head against his lips…the one thing that was familiar to you in your swirling state of panic.

And then those words were uttered.

Four words to rip you back quickly into reality as tears waft down your face and you choke on your own pain.

“I see the head!”

And as you take Aaron’s hand, with blood still gushing between your legs, you push despite Aaron’s begging in your ear as you free your child from the confines of your body before your mind goes blank and your body gives out.

I own him


(y/n) (y/l/n) was Kaecilius’s best sudent and his most faithful follower. She loved him more than anything, and was ready to kill anybody just at his single command.
He saved me. I own him. – were her words in times when she had doubts about anything. For Kaecilius did saved her form her own self-destruction and voices which screamed at her with no mercy. When she was at the edge, the sorcerer came into her life, taking over her whole world, healing her mind and soul with only his presence, seeing her not as a mistake of the world, but a young woman, who got hurt and left for herself without anyone.
So yes, she did owned him, or at least she believed so with all her heart. So when Kaecilius came to her, saying about Dormamu and his plan of destroying the world, she agreed without blinking.
(y/n) never killed anyone, Kaecilius called her his own angel, pure and innocent. That’s why when they went to New York, he did everything he could to keep her away from fighting and harm. Yet, not everything would last forever.

He abandoned me. - Were her only thoughts when her master, and only friend fled from mirror realm, portal closing before she was able to went through it, leaving her at mercy of Mordo and Stephen Strange, who took her with them.

“The Ancient One is dead.” (y/n) looked at her feet hearing man’s words.  She felt his eyes on herself and shivered, wondering when he would kill her. Kaecilius always told her about how the followers of the ancient one were not to be trusted, how she was not to be trusted. That’s why she almost jumped out of her own skin when she felt his hand on her shoulder. Bracing herself she looked up, right into his eyes. He wasn’t mad, or maybe he hid it good.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” She looked at him with doubt.
“Don’t want to avenge your friend?”
“You didn’t do anything. I saw you in sanctuary, you are innocent.” He smiled slightly at her which made her look away, suddenly flushed because of him. Why does she felt like this all of a sudden? “Why do you follow him?”
“It’s not your business.”
“I’m going to stop him. It is my business, because maybe with your help, it would be easier, and maybe Kaecilius would survive this.” She closed her eyes, taking a sharp breath.
“I will not help you. I won’t betray Kaecilius.”
“Why?” She looked into his eyes.
“I won him. He sawed me.”
“And he wants to kill many innocent people. He wants to destroy the world.” He took her face into his shaking hands, looking right into her (e/c) eyes. “I’m not going to made you help me if it’s against yourself. All I want to know is that you are aware of what you helped with.” When she did no move, Strange sighed and straightened his back, putting on his cape. “My name is Doctor Stephen Strange by the way.”
“I… (y/n) (y/l/n).” He took her hand and kissed her knuckles. When he let go and opened the portal, (y/n) did something that she never, ever did before, standing up and looking at him. “I’m going with you.”

Nothing ever hurt (y/n) more, in her whole life, than Kaecilius’s harsh words when he say her by Stephen’s side. He called her a traitor and an useless tool. Her heart broke and she would have been killed if it weren’t for Stephen’s quick reaction.
(y/n) gasped for air when the half-invisible lance cut air tight next to her head.
“You ok?” She nodded slightly astonished by the fact that the only person she trusted for a really long time almost killed her, and he centrally would have if weren’t for this stranger. “Stay there. Wong keep an eye on her.”
After a mere moments, everything went back to normal. Kaecilius and those of his followers who were marked by the dark domain, disappeared. Stephen crouched in front of (y/n), stretching her hand to help her up.
“I’m sorry what happened, I…”
“I don’t have anyone now. I’m all alone.” Seeing tears in her eyes, Stephen hugged her, slightly shocked by his own reaction.
“No, you are not.”

“I’m home.” With smile on her face (y/n) run out of the kitchen, jumping right into Stephen’s stretched arms, hugging him tightly. Stephen smiled inhaling the scent of her hair. “Missed me?”
“It was two days, you dumbass. Of course I missed you. Come, I made spaghetti.”
“Sounds good.” Stephen put his hand around her waists. It was year after Kaecilius’s defeat. Whole year in which (y/n) found herself falling more and more for sorcerer who showed her nothing but kindness. And maybe indeed they weren’t the real couple, but they centrally did acted like one.

“I thought that maybe after the dinner, we would go for a walk?” (y/n) looked from her plate at Strange with slight blush on her face.
“I… planned to watch a movie…”
“Hmm… He wanted to get back to his food, but his cape shacked him in the face. Stephen showed it’s collar with annoyance, whispering harshly to it, which made it smack him once more. (y/n) giggled.
“What’s this about?”
“The cape wants…” Cape smacked him once more. “I mean I want to tell you something, and thought that a walk would be nice to do so… but, I think now is time as good as any other.” Strange stood up, and waited for her to do that too. When she did, he took her hands and looked into her eyes. (y/n) furrowed her brow, it was probably first time when she saw him so nervous. Doctor took a deep breath and smiled slightly. “I know that our relations started not as good as I would like to, but even thought, I really do appreciate you being here, somehow putting up with me and… Correct me if I’m wrong, but I feel like there is a real bound between us and that’s why I want to know, if… maybe you would like to take our relationship to a different level, and…” He cleared his throat which made (y/n) smile widen.
“A date sounds good, but today I planned to watch a movie, so it has to wait.” She let go of her hands and walked to the doors. “Oh, I cooked and so you have to do dishes.”

Away from the kitchen and in her room, (y/n) took her pillow and squealed into it, jumping slightly with excitement.

{Scarred} Pt. 3 ~ Draco Malfoy x Reader

Originally posted by thetimelordsofbaskerville

Lol, when you’re an idiot like me and you JUST now found the picture/gif button XD. Well, here’s the third part that I have chosen to release early ;) ~

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The next night, {Y/N} had worn a silver gown that glittered with stardust, with her hair ironed into perfect curls. {Y/N} hadn’t had the slightest idea of who to take with her to the party, so she only went with Harry and Luna as an accompaniment. The party was decorated elaborately with tinsel hung from the ceiling, candles floating above the heads of guests, and red curtains draped in doorways and windows. “Hi, Harry, hi Luna,” said Neville, who had sidled up to them wearing a white server’s uniform, “Hi, {Y/N}. Enjoying the party?”

{Y/N} blinked at him, replying, “What are you doing, Neville? And yes, the party is quite nice.”

“I found that the only way to get in was to be a server,” the boy admitted, holding his tray of glasses out towards the trio, “Drinks?” {Y/N} reached forward to take one as Harry said, “No thanks, Neville.” {Y/N} took a quick sip, the bubbly drink sending waves of exciting pleasure through her stomach. “Wow, this is scrumptious,” {Y/N} smiled, “And Neville, if you had wanted to come to the party you could’ve just asked–I didn’t have anyone to take.” The boy dipped his head, clearly embarrassed at not thinking of the idea before. “You’re right… well, it’s too late now. Drinks?” he hurried off to the next set of guests, offering the refreshing liquid.

“Let go of me!” someone ordered from behind {Y/N} as Harry slinked off. She turned around just in time to scurry out of the way of Filch, the caretaker, who was holding onto a rather dull and distressed looking Draco. “Found this boy sneaking around at night,” said Filch gleefully, “Not supposed to be out and about late in the eve, are we?”

“What is the meaning of this?” said the even voice of Professor Snape, who had slunk out from a group of teachers. Filch dragged Draco forwards, eagerly replying, “Was sneaking around, by the looks of it. Seemed like he was up to something–”

“Okay, okay!  I was gate-crashing, all right?” Draco intervened, scowling at no one in particular as he glared at the floor. Snape was quiet for a moment. “I will speak to Draco alone,” he finally spoke, “and I will decide on what seems a fitting punishment for him. Draco–” Snape jerked his head in the direction of Slughorn’s office door, disappearing through it a few seconds later with Draco following closely behind. {Y/N}’s eyes followed him as he went. A few feet behind Draco after he had left, Harry dashed into the hallway, silent as a mouse. Irritated, {Y/N} quickly crept after him, surprisingly light-footed, considering she was in heels. “Harry,” she hissed softly, the boy quickly whirling around to look at her, eyes wide with alarm. “Where do you think you’re going?” {Y/N} interrogated him with a frown. Harry looked at her with pleading eyes. “Please, {Y/N}, I’ve got to know what he’s been up to!”

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“I’ve been scared to tell anyone this but Jughead… I’m Ace” you explained, fiddling with your hands nervous.

“I figured” Jughead said casually making you blink in surprise.
“[Y/N] did you forget that I know you better then anyone else? Hey but I’m happy you finally told me”.

You smiled at your friend. This reaction made you feel good. You knew because of how casual Jughead was acting that nothing would change between you. Thank god.


Imagine the 11th Doctor trying to calm you down whilst having a panic attack during a weeping angel invasion.
Doctor; weeping angles do NOT blink got it?
Y/N: why?!!!
Doctor: they will move faster than anything you’ve ever seen , one blink and you’re dead!
Y/N; … *you begin to have a panic attack*
Doctor: o-oh. Right nobody panic!

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If one Maximoff twin gets sick, the other one goes down too.

“Screw you - cough - Kaplan. This is all y… y…” Tommy blinks a few times and then lets out the loudest sneeze Kate has heard. She winces, convinced that a few drops of his spit got on her. “Your fault,” Tommy finishes.

“I didn’t go running in the arctic circle,” Billy shoots back from his side of the couch. At least, that’s probably what he said – Kate can’t actually be certain since his nose is so stuffed that everything comes out with fewer syllables and more ‘o’ sounds than it really should.

The twins look up as Teddy comes in, an apron tied around his waist and two big bowls of soup in either hand. Kate figures that he must have some kind of heat resistance going on because there’s steam rising from the liquid and when Billy goes to take it, he hisses in pain.

“Careful, it’s hot,” Teddy tells him helpfully after. Billy glares at him, but it’s weak because his eyes are all red and snot is running down his nose. 

It’s kind of disgusting and Kate hopes that this never happens again. Stupid soul twins.

Bite (Part 8)

Taehyung x Jungkook x Reader
Appearances by all of BTS
Vampire Smut/AU
Word Count: IDK its kinda short

Panic rose in my chest in a flash, one minute I was laughing with Taehyung and the next second, I felt like my chest would explode from how hard I was hyperventilating. Blips of her fear would surge into me, knocking me onto the ground, on my hands and knees, staring at the white tile floor until it dissolved from underneath me and I was seeing exactly what she saw. Her eyes darted to the rearview mirror before they turned and focused on the large black car revving up behind them as they flew down a familiar street. Namjoon passed her gaze as he shoved her straight into her seat, yelling at her about ‘breaking her neck’ while her gaze settled on the road ahead of them, blinking rapidly.

As quickly as the vision came, it passed, falling from my sight as I blinked in time with (Y/N). Stumbling into a standing position, I didn’t even respond to Taehyung’s questions before I was running at full speed from my house and towards the pull that I knew would lead me to (Y/N).


When I woke, I didn’t open my eyes for a moment. I laid there and felt the pain that pulsed through every cell as flashes of the car wreck shot through my mind. My head was the worst of it, the intense throb forcing my eyes glued shut even if I had wanted to open them. My throat was dry and scratchy and the taste of salty blood coated the inside as I attempted to swallow the pain. Breathing was difficult as well, lungs pressing against bruised ribs and every rattling intake shook my painful hips, no doubt also bruised from the tight seatbelt that Namjoon had carefully secured around me. I knew to take my movements slow, beginning with the toes and fingers, flexing them and wiggling my extremities lethargically, sharply breathing in as I remembered the broken finger on my left hand.

“Don’t move, (Y/N)”

Yoongi’s voice ordered above me, a caring edge to his otherwise sharp tone.

I headed his command, focusing on my breathing while I slowly peeled my eyes open and blinked at the blinding sun directly above me. no, not the sun, a bright white light that burned into my retinas.

“What…happened…” I croaked out, my voice crackly and strained. My body began to tingle slightly as if my limbs had gone numb.

“You and Namjoon were in a car wreck. he pretty pissed about his totaled care, but you’re both fine, the other guys…. Well, they are definetly not.” He said, a tiny smirk on his lips for a moment before he looked at me and frowned slightly.

“That’s weird…”

His eyebrows knit together and his face came closer to mine.

“W-What? What’s weird?” I asked, slightly alarmed.

A number of possibilities flooded my mind; did I have a huge gash on my face, did I knock a tooth out, was my nose broken? I didn’t feel any severe pain in my face at the moment and I ran my tongue over my teeth. Nope, all perfectly fine.

“It’s just, I thought you had a long cut on your cheek but now there isn’t anything there. And your Pupils are dilated as fuck. Did you snort any cocaine recently or are you just happy to see me?” he said, showing a little bit of his personality for the first time.

“Ha ha, very funny, the pupils can also dilate in extreme stress too, you know. Not just because of drug use or attraction.”

I gingerly sat up, slowly pushing my back off the cushions beneath me and looked around the unfamiliar room. Yoongi sat next to me, legs kicked out and crossed in a comfortable position while he kept watch over me. I was currently sitting on a cushy bed, the covers underneath me a pattern of black and red that reminded me of Jungkook. The walls held various drawings, mostly of people; Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung, Hoseok, Jin, Jimin, but no Jungkook. There were also several drawings of a girl I recognized immediately. Yureum. And on the wall nearest to the pillow, there hung a sketch of me, my hair messy and wavy around my face as I slept, eyes closed and face peaceful as tears dampened my cheeks and clung to my eyelashes.

“How are you sitting up right now? You should be in extreme pain, you were scrambled in that car like an egg.” He commented, one hand on my shoulder just in case I fainted or fell back.

“Well, I am in pain….”

And I was, but not as much as before it seemed. My finger, which I swore was broken, now just felt badly sprained and fragile, the splitting migraine was just a headache, and I could breathe without wincing this time.

“… but I guess not as much as I thought.” I finished.

“Maybe Jungkook’s blood is still in my system?” I suggested, thinking that could be the explanation for my recovery.

Yoongi grabbed my hand and gave my bloody, scratched knuckles a long lick and drew the crusty substance back into his mouth, savoring the taste as it settled onto his tongue.

“Hey!” I said as I yanked my hand away from him. How rude.

“Noo, it’s not his blood that’s healing you…”

His eyes widened and I was about to ask what he meant until he looked to the right, drawing my attention towards the opening door.


Jungkook stood in the door frame, a peculiar look on his face. Something between a mix of apprehension and excitement and a slight sadness lingered in the dark depths of his eyes as he looked at me.

“(Y/N), now that you’re awake, we have something to tell you.”


Fast forward a few minutes and I’m sitting in the living room shared by seven Vampyre’s, as they think I’m no longer safe in my own apartment, and they’re probably right. Hoseok, Jin, Jazmin, and Jimin are all present and have been informed on the current status of my situation, provided by a stressed Namjoon. This time, I know they are going to ask me questions about my kidnapping to try and piece together why I am suddenly a Vampyre target. Or at least I thought so.

“(Y/N), what do you know about witches?” Namjoon asks me from where he sits opposite me, his arms resting on his knees as he leans forward.

The question surprises and confuses me as I thought they would for sure try and dig up my past. My eyebrows rise and fall as my features settle into a pinched state, dubious to their question.

“Um, I’m not sure what you mean. I know about as much as the next person. Are you implying that witches actually exist?” I question.

Each of their faces are trained on me, except for Jungkook who seems to be gazing at my shoulder from his place to my left. His hand found its way into mine and fingers stroked my palm absentmindedly, tickling the skin until my hand reflexively closed around his.

“Yes, witches and warlocks do exist, but not like in Harry Potter, you don’t wield around wands or fly on broomsticks. Witches are the result of a demon and a human mixing blood, therefore witches are in the same category as Vampyres, except witches are born traditionally.”

“I’m not exactly surprised, since I’m sitting in front of seven Vampyres right now, but why are you telling me this? What does this have to do with me?”

My insides turned uncomfortably with an anxious feeling that had my cold palms sweating inside Jungkook’s hand and my breathing became shallow. I sensed his form stiffen beside me and he sat straighter, ready for whatever reaction I would have at Namjoon’s next words, which just made me feel even more anxious.

“I’m not sure how to say this, other than to put it bluntly so I’m just gonna say it. You’re a witch, (Y/N).”

I could hear the clock tick as it hung on the wall, it was so quiet. No one seemed to be breathing as they studied me, waiting for a reaction. I burst out laughing. The idea of me being a witch was so ridiculous, so absurd, surely they were mis-informed, confused, because I was definitely not a witch.

“That’s funny, guys. What next? Is Hagrid going to come bursting through that door and give me a cake? Come on, I’m definitely not a witch. I think I would know if I was witch, right? I mean, I would be able to do magical things, right? Trust me, I’ve never made things move or talked to snakes.”

“Were serious, noona. You’re a witch, I’ve known witches before. You have a witches mark.” Said Jungkook, as he pulled down the edge of my tank top to reveal the birthmark sitting below my shoulder blade.

At that moment the room seemed to turn and fold in on itself, making me very dizzy and sick until my vision went white and hazy, a new picture forming behind my eyelids. It was similar to my Jungkook dreams, except I was awake and I saw the scene from someone else’s eye’s this time. I stood in a field outside on a cool summer day, grass tickling at my bare ankles. I even felt the breeze blowing my black strands of hair around my face and shoulders as I focused on the wilted white daisy in my palm that seemed to be floating in thin air. My hands tingled and pricked, a sensation comparable to when your limbs fall asleep, however, this wasn’t at all unpleasant, enjoyable even. I looked up and my heart skipped a beat when I saw Jungkook’s face bathed in sun, his eyes backlit until they were chocolate brown and sparkling with delight as I closed the flower between my two hands. When I lifted my palm away again, the same daisy remained, completely restored as if it was newly bloomed that morning. I smiled widely, mirroring the grin spread across his breathtaking features as he looked deeply into my eyes.

“You’re amazing, Yureum…”

As fast as the vision came, it receded, leaving me gasping for breath and shaky as I blinked away the milky clouds from the edges of my vision, my hearing slowly returning to the present. I could faintly feel my hands tingling and looked down to see multi-colored sparks pricking around my fingertips were tiny sparklers on the 4th of July. I jumped at the sight, confused and afraid at what I was seeing. It was then I noticed the small object floating around all of us; a cup half filled with tea floated in front of Hoseok, slowly tipping over and spilling, the necklace around Yoongi’s neck rose from his skin and hovered weightlessly in front of his nose.

“Did you mean magical things like this?” Taehyung teased with a smirk.

His voice broke through my shock and I panicked, trying to shake the sparks from my fingers like they were tiny spiders. That seemed to only make things worse as the teacup flew across the room and smashed against the wall, Yoongi’s necklace attacked his annoyed face in a way that was almost comical, pens, keys, and books flew around, assaulting the supernaturally tough boys, making them shield their faces as they yelled at me to stop.

“AHH! Make it stop, (Y/N)”

“I don’t know how!” I screamed.

Namjoon tried to stand but immediately slipped and fell on the book that knocked him from his feet, to which Jimin laughed hysterically. Yoongi cursed loudly, grabbing his necklace and holding onto it as he blocked the TV remoted that almost hit him.

“Just try and breathe and calm down and it should stop.”

 Jungkook grabbed my face and made me focus on him as he talked. I tried to breathe but I couldn’t seem to calm myself enough to stop whatever I was doing.

“Help me, Jungkook!” I begged.

Lips slammed against mine and I closed my eyes as I he kissed me for the first time in three days. Oh how I missed that sweet cinnamon taste burning against my tongue. I brought my hands to his face, accidentally shocking him and he grunted at the sharp electric shock as his tongue wrapped around mine. I couldn’t help but melt into him, slowly steeping myself into him like tea in hot water, breathing through my nose so I didn’t break from him.

“Okay, guys. You can stop now…” said Jin.

“Yeah, come on. It’s over now, stop making out!” Taehyung whined, nudging me away from Jungkook’s lips until we finally parted.

“I thought I was going to die!” exclaimed Hoseok, his palm dramatically over his heart, eyes wide.

Namjoon rose from the floor, a pink tint to his cheeks as he tossed his book back onto the coffee table in front of me. The room was a mess, random things fallen to the floor around us and thrown against the walls.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I said, embarrassed and still in shock.

I was a witch. The evidence was right in front of me, on the ground and tingling under the skin in my hands, my toes, lips and ears. Everything felt charged like I had been shocked by a live wire and it felt right, in a way I didn’t understand. In fact, I didn’t understand anything. How had I lived all these years and never known about what I supposedly was. So many questions swam in my mind until I couldn’t think straight, sitting, staring into my hands that I didn’t seem to recognize anymore; who am I? But most importantly,

“What the fuck is going on?”