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Poems - || Jack Maynard (fluffly) Imagine ||

Requested? Yes – ‘could you do a really cute fluffy imagine with Jack where Y/N goes to his house bc she’s had a really really bad day but he’s not there but she stays there waiting for him and in the middle of her sadness, she finds a little book of things he’s written about her like very poetic and cute and it makes her happy and he comes home and she just hugs him and thanks him yeah yeah you know’

[[DISCLAIMER: i have never in my 17 years of living ever written poetry, nor did i ever intend to because that shit is hard and im a horrible writer lol so dont come for me about my shitty poems in this please lol i know theyre bad omg but give this hoe a break ok xoxo enjoy]]

The sky was overcast and cloudy, no view of the sun nor was there any feel of its warmth. You had a thin shirt and jacket on top, not much to keep you from the cold breeze. However, this wasn’t even the beginning to your bad day. Since you awoke this morning, you were fairly upset, you tried callng Jack every now and then but didn’t want to bother him, so gave up on your last try in the afternoon. But as you walked down the gloomy, cold streets of London, it began to rain. It wasn’t a soft drizzle, it didn’t start with little dropplets, it was hard and harsh, and it was pouring. And this pushed you over the edge.

You knew crying over rain was silly, but it wasn’t the rain, it was the entire day. You’ve been holding in your tears all week, trying to push everything aside, but today, that didn’t seem to work. You silently cried as you continued walking, everyone around you running to avoid the rain and hidden under their umbrellas. You couldn’t care less. You knew you looked a mess, but you were about to go home and look even worse with the extensive crying coming through.

You decided theres no better place to go than to Jacks. Changing your route, you walked to Jacks apartment. He knew how to comfort you better than anyone else and all you really needed were some words of reassurance and a warm blanket.

After a few minutes, you found yourself at Jacks apartment complex, knocking on the door there was no answer. Even if he wasn’t home, you simply wanted to stay in his apartment. As well as not wanting to walk back in the rain.

You let yourself in with the spare key he had given you and walked over to his kitchen, turning the kettle on so you can make yourself a hot cup of tea. Heading to his bedroom, you picked out a shirt of his to wear instead of your wet, soggy clothes. But in doing so, a little book fell out.

Picking it up, you whipped a few tears off your first and out your eyes to see a little clearer. It was brown leather with a little strap to tie it up, clear pages that were evidently made to be drawn on except, when you openeded it, it had handfuls of little writings.

You were unsure of whether to read this, you knew it must have been secret, but when you spotted your name in one of the writings, you decided reading it wasn’t too bad of an idea.  

“my dear Y/N, you are more than you think,
you are what the people yearn for,
in the dark times of thunder and storm
you are what i need more
when days are no longer bright
and you are constantly crying
i promise i will do everything in my might
to keep you smiling.
Because if the woman who keeps me alive
feels like death is but her only option
I must have failed in some way.”

A few more tears rolled down your cheeks, this time, tears of admiration. You didn’t know Jack wrote like this nor did you know he wrote about you at all. And so, you continued reading on.

“The warmth of a summer day, cannot be compared to hers
The touch of a rose petal cannot be compared to hers,
She is both gentle and warm,
Both the calm and the comfort.
The frost in a lonely Christmas night cannot be compared to hers
The gushing anger in the endless seas cannot be compared to hers,
As she is both cold and tempered,
Both the piercing and the rage
However, to me, she is but neither.
Not the restful nor the restless.
She is rather my home. My place of safety.
And most importantly, my happiness
Even if the sun and sea were to vanish,
I’d have all I need, within her.”

You smiled through your tears, it may have seemed cheesy and sappy but you loved it and you loved him and you were in a complete state of gratefulness.

As you sat with the book in your hands and a smile on your face, you heard the front door open and a familiar voice call your name.

“Y/N?!” Jack called, closing the door as he searched for his girlfriend. But you caught him before he could find you. You jumped into his arms and hugged him as tight as you possibly could. “Oh my god, Y/N, you’re all wet! Are you okay?” He asked as you pulled away from the hug, looking at him with slightly teary eyes and a smile. “I’m so sorry I didn’t pick up your calls, I’ve been—” you didn’t let him finish as you simply crashed your lips onto his. He was ataken back for a moment before he kissed you back, placing his hand on your face as he used the other to push your wet hair out your face.

“I love you. So much.” You said, looking into his ocean eyes as a large smile cracked through his features.

“I love you too baby.” He spoke, still smiling as he gave you a quick kiss on your forehead. “Now, let’s get you out of these clothes and wrapped in my softest blanket with a cup of tea. And you can tell me all about your horrible day whilst I plant kisses all over you. Yes?” he asked. You nodded with excitement as Jack was already rushing to get you warm clothes.

Get Together: Part 2

Originally posted by nagatopain92

Jason Todd x Reader

Request:Will you please do a part two to “get together” with Jason Todd where he’s been dating the reader for about a year or more and she finds out about the whole killing/guns and smoking thing and she’s upset?

Word Count: 1763

Part 1

Y/n was at the mansion, it was about to turn midnight, she was waiting for Jason to return from whatever he was doing. Dick told her he wasn’t going to be out for long that it was just a quick errand and he’ll be returning in just an hour, but that never happened. They’ve been dating for little over a year now and soon came to term that if he hadn’t returned back before midnight; she just needed to go home. Sometimes when she got to their shared apartment he was already there or he wasn’t and would be home until the later hours of the morning. She wasn’t okay with it at first, questioning him all the time about it, he always told her the same answer; don’t worry about it. After the tenth time, she gave up and knew when the time was right; Jason would finally tell her the truth.

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Vemod [Jungkook]

{{ noun // pensive melancholy, tender sadness ; negative, calm feeling that something positively emotionally significant is over and never will be back }}

How do you fall in love with someone you don’t even know?

Angst. Friends with Benefits / College AU. 2,195 words.


Let’s get to the point. The two of you are fuck buddies.

Frankly speaking, you two aren’t even buddies, pals, friends, or acquaintances for god’s sakes. It’s more of strangers with benefits or just repetitive one night stands with the same person.

After three months, all you know is his name, his phone number, and that he goes to the same college as you. But despite the fact that you both attend the same university, your paths never cross until one late night party happened and you both found yourself in the same bed. And that became the start of your relationship. Well, if you can even call it that.

And right now, a simple text of “my dorm in 15?” from a certain Jeon Jungkook has you scrambling to grab your keys and phone. There’s no need to even get ready at this point. Who do you have to impress? It’s just sex and then you leave.

No strings attached.

Zero complications.

Or at least, that’s what the two of you thought.

Things are always less complicated in theory than in action.

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forget all the shooting stars and all the silver moons

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robert wakes up on his thirty-first birthday, and is totally, utterly spoiled by his husband.

Robert didn’t like birthdays. Really, he didn’t - he’d stopped liking birthdays once he’d turned twenty-five, feeing as though he’s started to go over the hill, not much seeing the point of celebrating.

He hadn’t even celebrated his thirtieth, and that was supposed to be a big one. Robert had wanted to celebrate in his own way, with a holiday to Barcelona, Aaron by his side, but that had fallen through.

Maybe he just wasn’t meant to celebrate his birthdays, Robert pondered, burying his face into his pillow. Maybe he should just leave well enough alone, and be grateful he survived another year.

He could just about go for a quiet dinner in the pub, and Victoria buying him a pint, but he didn’t want the fuss. If the Dingles had caught wind of when his birthday was, they’d have no doubt organised a surprise party in the pub.

He’d get it out of Aaron when he got up, make sure there was no Dingle organised chaos to come his way that day. Shifting in bed, Robert opened his eyes and stretched out, blinking at the bright light of their bedroom.

Aaron must already be up, light streaming in from their open bedroom door, invading their otherwise still dark room. Robert ran a hand through his already messy blonde hair, easing himself into a sitting position, just as Aaron reentered the room, tray in hand.

“You’re supposed to still be asleep!” Aaron grumbled good-naturedly, nudging their bedroom door shut with his hip, blocking out the rest of the already busy pub again.

It was the one thing Robert had never gotten quite used to about the Woolpack, the constant busy atmosphere of the pub. He’d always assumed that living in a pub, the day wouldn’t start until 12pm when the pub actually opened - but deliveries started from seven or eight, depending on the day, and it was always a hub of activity.

He’d almost miss the noise, when the Mill was finally finished and they were living in a place of their own. According to Ronnie, it would only be a few more weeks, a month, tops before the place was actually liveable.

“You shouldn’t have left the door open then, should ya? The noise woke me up.” Robert teased, his heart swelling with love for his husband as he watched him set the tray down on their bed, piping hot tea and a freshly made bacon sarnie awaiting him.

Aaron’s cooking skills weren’t exactly top notch, but he liked breakfast food enough to be able to make decent bacon. “Happy birthday, Robert,” he said softly, leaning across to press a minty flavoured kiss to Robert’s lips.

Robert melted into the embrace, still revelling in the fact he got to kiss his husband whenever he wanted to, even now, two weeks after his release from prison. Two weeks wasn’t enough time to even begin to make up for all the time they lost when Aaron was inside, and there would never be enough soft, sleepy, morning kisses to make up for all the first mornings of their marriage they had missed.

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Onsra | kihyunau!

(v.) to love for the last time - a bittersweet feeling of knowing that a love wont last

requested by @gelattuan

summary: kihyun is an international spy investigating an art robbery, and is paired up with [y/n], who was a double-agent.

ship: kihyun x [y/n]

genre: angst, romance, idk ;u;

word count: 5,611

a/n: hi there! i hope you guys like this. i don’t know but it might be all over the place ;; im so sorry. but anyways, i was listening to urban zapaka’s i don’t love you while writing the latter. you can listen to it while reading this tho! anyways, i hope you guys enjoy this and i apologize for any misspelled words and wrong grammar ;;


Originally posted by monstaxscenariosx

“I need the you to work on this case.”

The atmosphere was utterly suffocating, and pressure was already building up. Glancing down at the folder handed to you, you scan the case file once more and let out a deep sigh. It was the tenth art theft for this year and you’ve gotten sick of hearing such cases over and over again.


A simple question left your mouth. You look up to meet the gaze of the chief of the secret intelligence service that you’re currently working in. Yes, you are an agent, a double agent of some sort. Working under two different S.I.S was a piece of cake for you. Just work under the enemy, earn their trust and destroy them slowly with the information you get without earning any suspicion from your colleagues. 

“You’re one of the best agents that we have, [y/n], and we badly need your help on this one.” The Chief was already sounding like he’s desperate to have you in that case and this isn’t the first time he sounded like that. 

“Alright, I’ll do it but who’s in my team?” You query without any hesitation. Never in a million years would the Chief let you work alone. There was always an outstanding agent who’d get paired up with you.  

“Yoo Kihyun. He’s an international spy who signed contracts with us last year and he’s got outstanding skills to find the mastermind of the stolen Poppy Flower by Van Gogh. Mr. Yoo has already started this case long before the Poppy Flowers were even stolen.” The Chief declares while passing you a folder filled with Kihyun’s basic information.

“Hm.. Yoo Kihyun, 23 years old, Male..” you continue to scan the papers right in front of you and wonder why you’re being paired up with him.

“Hey, pops,” you look up from the paper that you’re currently reading and ask, tapping your lower lip with your finger, “out of all the best agents in this building, why did you choose me?”

“Simple. I know you have tons of ways to get this case done. You’re not like the other agents whom I trust with other dangerous cases and I think that you’d have some chemistry with each other. I can sense something great about you to be honest and–”

The doors burst open, revealing a handsome, young lad whom you didn’t expect to arrive. His soft black locks bounced every time he makes a step, his cheekbones ever prominent as he flashes a toothy grin at the two of you, and his eyes turning into crescent shape. If you didn’t know a single thing about him, you would practically be fooled by his appearance, thinking that he’s just some handsome man with a profession suited for his face.

“Great timing, Mr. Yoo.” The Chief beamed and takes the hand of Kihyun, shaking it before passing him the case file that he’s given you when you first came in.

“Ms. [l/n], I want you to meet Mr. Yoo. Mr. Yoo, you’ll be working with one of our top agents and I hope that the two of you get along. Now that the two of you are here, let me proceed in breaking down our objectives for this case,” Pressing a button on the remote that he’s been holding for a while, the light from the projector illuminated the presentation prepared by the Chief himself.

“First, with all the information gathered by Mr. Yoo,” The Chief passes the two of you another folder and proceeds with his presentation, “Ms. [l/n] will come in in the picture. You’ll be working in the museum with Mr. Yoo as his personal assistant.”

“Next, in order to get a head start on finding the one who stole the painting, you need to squeeze some information out of the Director running the museum itself.” Upon hearing the objectives of the case, you couldn’t help but let out another sigh.

It’s been awhile since you’ve worked on a case. You couldn’t help but feel ecstatic about it but thousands of problems came crossing in your mind. Both of the secret intelligence services that you’re working under for have requested you to do this, and you couldn’t help but think on how you should inform the main S.I.S, that you’re loyal to, without getting any suspicion from Kihyun.

Slowly losing yourself in your own train of thoughts, you didn’t notice Kihyun calling out your name, trying to get your attention. “Earth to you! Hey, are you even listening?”

Snapping out from your thoughts, you look at Kihyun and gave him a nod. “Y-yeah.” 

“I hope so. How about let’s get going, aight? And here, I think you should change into this.” Kihyun hands you a paper bag filled with normal people clothes.  Peeking through the gap, you couldn’t help but compliment his taste in fashion.


“Oh, Kihyun, you’re here! Omo, and who might this be?” A man in his late 50s came to welcome the two of you with a big smile on his face. Looking at you from head to toe, you gave him a polite bow before Kihyun introduces you to him. “ [y/n], I want you to meet, Mr. Park, he’s the Director of this museum. Mr. Park, this is my personal assistant, [y/n]. She’ll be with me starting today.”

“You sure do have a good eye in choosing an assistant, Kihyun.” Winking at him, Mr. Park couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh before patting him on the shoulder and flashing you a fatherly smile.

“I welcome you with wide arms, [y/n]. I hope you enjoy working with our Kihyunnie.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Park.” you respond and gave him one last bow before he left to handle some paper works for the artworks that were coming in in a few days. As soon as the Director left, Kihyun turns to face you and gives you a clipboard filled with classified information.

“Here, if we ever get separated, we’ll still be able to communicate and track each other down with this.” Kihyun takes a hold of your wrist and wraps a watch around it, smiling at you in the process. He was utterly close and you could feel your heart skip a bit but you decided to push away any possible romantic feelings that could start to develop.

“Oh, and as a matter of fact, I can also send pictures and files through this watch and vice-versa. Quite handy, right?” Kihyun’s eyes twinkled while talking about the watch itself, as if it was just a toy to him.

“Yeah, it is.” you said, gazing at the rich clay brown leather strap and at the glossy case before catching Kihyun’s gaze. “So, Mr. Yoo, do you want to continue staring at me or should we get going and get this case done?” you playfully teased to which resulted to Kihyun bursting out into fits of laughter.

“Let’s get going.” Before you could even respond, Kihyun already has his back at you as he waltz towards the room where the theft happened. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the whole museum. There was nothing but silence to be heard. No one really talked as they tried to enjoy and focus themselves on the meaning behind every single art that is being displayed.

Scanning the whole room with your eyes, you noticed a couple of cctv on every corner. The information that Kihyun has gathered were reliable and relevant. Taking a couple of information in your mind, you glance up to see Kihyun looking at you. 

“Have you checked the cctvs?” Kihyun didn’t think twice but to respond right away with a nod. “I’ve checked each and every cctv there is in this room,” He points at every cctv in the room and continues, “However each camera were somewhat hacked during the of the robbery. In addition to this, they did not only hack the cctvs in this room, but also in the whole building.”

“Were they able to hack the cctv from the outside of the museum?” You question once more but you didn’t stay at the same position. You walk up to the cctv and scrutinize ever side of it for any possible lead. 

“They were. Mr. Park has actually hired a hacker to check if there was any possible chance in retrieving any possible footage but… they weren’t able to find any.”

“Gotcha.” you mutter under your breath as you turned around and gestured Kihyun to come closer. Kihyun, confused of what’s up, went closer to you and asked, “What is it?” 

“Lift me up.” you order without any hesitation. “What? Why?” Being ordered by someone out of the blue baffled Kihyun. “Just give me a lift, will you?” Without complaining, Kihyun positions himself and effortlessly lifted you up. In the midst of removing something from the cctv, Kihyun couldn’t help but feel flushed when he realized that you were wearing a skirt.

Get a hold of yourself Yoo Kihyun! Kihyun mentally scolds himself and looks up to see if you’re already done. “I got it!” you beamed and carefully get off of Kihyun. Kihyun’s eyebrows were furrowed, curiosity got him and he’s been itching to ask you what you just found. 

“Did you ever think of checking the cctvs for any… oh I don’t know… any device of such sort?” You playfully ask whilst showing him the small device in between your fingers.

“Wait, is that..” 

“It is.” You quickly answer his question. “They seem to have forgotten to remove such device that can be easily tracked or maybe hacked, if possible.” Kihyun was definitely impressed by your skills. A smile found its way to his lips, making you look at him weirdly.

“Why are you smiling like that?” You ask whilst studying his features up close. Smooth, flawless skin, red plump lips, sharp nose and a pair of beautiful that could make you lose yourself to. “You’re pretty good.” Chuckling at his sudden compliment, you nod your head and mutter a, “Let’s get this device checked.”

The two of you didn’t waste any time and proceeded to his office where the two of you spent most of your time in.

Days turned to weeks and neither one of you was able to get a lead to this case. Staying in his office didn’t really help but you weren’t in the place to complain about it. Reviewing the gathered information once more, a thought popped out of the blue. 

You remembered that Kihyun started to work in this museum long before the Poppy Flower was even stolen. “Hey, Kihyun.” catching his attention in just seconds, Kihyun looks up to meet your gaze. Dark circles were already forming under his eyes. Both of you spent sleepless nights together and throughout those nights, the two of you were able to get to know about each other.

“Chief told me that you were already working here before the Poppy Flower was even stolen.” 

“Yeah, what about it?” Kihyun then returns his gaze back to the pile of paper right in front of him, scribbling notes on his pad while tapping his foot. “Didn’t you notice any suspicious looking person?”

“None.” Kihyun timidly replies without meeting your gaze. Scratching the back of your head, you knew that neither of you would make some progress in that state. Hoisting yourself up from your seat, you walk over to Kihyun’s side and peeked on what he’s writing. 

“You should take a break, Ki.” 

Startled by your voice, Kihyun looks up to you in confusion. “Eh? I can’t take a break, [y/n], and you know that. We haven’t made any progress and the chief just gave us a deadline for this case.” 

“Well, we wouldn’t be able to make any progress if we’re this stressed. You should take a nap or something, dark circles are not your thing.” you mutter as you turned your back at him, walking towards to you handbag to get something. Pulling out some eye mask, you offer it to Kihyun and said once more, “Take a nap, will you? I’ll go get some drinks for the two of us and maybe something to eat, alright?”

Before Kihyun could even stop you from leaving, you were already out of the room with your wallet tucked under your arm. Kihyun couldn’t help but smile at how cute you were. Following what you just told him, he puts on the eye mask under his eyes and proceeds in catching some Zs.

It’s been awhile since you’ve last came out of that room. The museum was still buzzing with tourists and you couldn’t help but envy their lifestyle. Sighing to yourself, you walk towards the small cafeteria in that museum. Ordering two bento boxes and some cold beverages for the two of you, you thanked the old lady and waltz your way back to Kihyun’s office with the bento boxes and beverages in your hands.

Your mind was definitely clouded with the device you’ve discovered days ago. Where did you go wrong with the hacking? Did you miss some codes? You just couldn’t seem to put a finger on it, you decided to just dismiss the thought. 

Upon entering the room, you were welcomed by a couple of soft snores from your partner. The sight of Kihyun fast asleep with his head resting in his arms made you soften up. Placing the paper bag on the table, you went back in front of your laptop and studied the code once more.

Staring at the monitor for quite some time now, you finally found the mistake in your own codes. The sound of keys being pressed on echoed throughout the whole room. Your fingers skillfully pressed on the keys, your eyes was glued on monitor with such concentration that you didn’t even realize you’ve awoken Kihyun from his short nap. Pressing enter, your monitor finally displays the information that you’ve been wanting to see.

“Finally!” you exclaim with such happiness that you’ve startled yourself when your eyes landed on Kihyun, who was staring at you with such sleepy eyes. “What’s up?” He asks and rubs his eyes while looking at the paper bag that you’ve placed on top of the table.

“I’ve finally decoded the device and I think we’re gonna get ourselves some juicy information.” 

You continue to work on your laptop until it decided to warn you that it might take ten to twenty minutes for it to finally analyze every single data it gets. The room was utterly quiet for the two of you. Nobody dared to speak until the sound of your stomach grumbling filled the whole room, making Kihyun burst out laughing.

“C’mon, let’s take a break for awhile and eat these bento boxes.” Kihyun hands you the bento box that you’ve bought while pulling his swivel chair near to you. His bento box in his hands, he sits down and opens it in just a snap. You, on the other hand, are already ripping your chopsticks off the paper casing.

“Thanks for the meal.” Kihyun mutters before digging in. Throughout the whole meal, the two of you had some conversations here and there. “Were you able to get some sleep?” You ask while plopping in a piece of meat in your mouth.

“I was able to get some until you came typing really loud.” Kihyun joked, making you nudge him on the elbow with a smile. “Oh, does our prince need more of his beauty sleep?” 

“Whatever, [y/n].” 

It took the two of you almost 15 minutes to finish your meal and by the time the two of you guys were finished, you immediately checked your laptop and it showed the information that you’ve been trying to retrieve.

“Kihyun, we finally have a lead!”

“Really?! Nice one!” Kihyun beamed and pumped his fists in the air. Having the information printed out, the two of you decided to scavenge more information and with just one fatal information, the two of you were able to find the main culprit.

The name was written all over the screen and printed information. Just reading the name all over and over, you couldn’t help but feel your heart race in fear. It was no other than the persons who made you take up this path. Gulping down your saliva, you avoided eye contact with Kihyun.

“Wait, Shin Hoseok and Son Hyunwoo? Are you freaking serious?” 

Kihyun also couldn’t believe what he was reading. They were probably in the last place for suspicion for Kihyun. Glancing towards your direction, he immediately noticed how tensed up you were. The atmosphere was quite heavy and Kihyun didn’t like it. Placing the printed information down, he quietly walk towards his laptop and stare at his monitor blankly.

“Now that we know who stole the painting, we better start tracking them and plan out how we’re going to retrieve the stolen painting.”

Tugging the hem of the skin-tight longsleeve shirt that you were wearing, you look up at the building right in front of you. The sound of dogs barking from a distance sent chills running down your spine. Throughout the previous weeks of planning out the perfect plan, you couldn’t help but feel a gush of guilt of something you were about to do.

It was undeniable that you and Kihyun had gotten to that flirting stage, a couple of naughty actions here and there during those sleepless nights. You’d be lying to yourself if you’d say that you don’t have any feelings for Yoo Kihyun.

But what can you do? Your life, nor did Kihyun’s life, allowed the two of you to enter such relationship. The two of you were agents and once you bring someone in to your life, they were bound to meet tragic endings. Feeling a tug on your hand, you look up and saw Kihyun’s angelic smile that could make your knees weak.

“Hey, angel, are you okay?” He asked, concern was all over his tone and you couldn’t help but feel those butterflies dancing around your tummy. “I-I’m fine. Let’s go?” You stammered and flashed the most convincing smile, but you knew Kihyun too well that he wasn’t going to buy it.

Despite the fact that the two of you only have known each other for a couple of weeks, you were able to spill everything to him as if the two of you have been best of friends over a decade. Agent or not, the two of you acted like yourselves around each other and neither of you minded. 

Those weeks of working together was the best moments in your life. It has been a long time that you’ve felt your heart flutter from the little things that you’ve done with Kihyun. However, you were dreading this day would come. 

“The security has been deactivated by Minhyuk and what’s left for us to do is that we need to get to the room where they kept the painting.” Kihyun remarked and showed you the plan once more. “I need you to get there safely, [y/n]. Promise me that you’ll get there safely…. okay?”

Nodding your head, you linked your pinky with his and flashed him a smile. You were about to leave and proceed with your plan, you were pulled back into a tight hug. Looking up, you saw Kihyun’s smile and you couldn’t help but heat up by the sudden skinship. Your pale cheeks were flushed when Kihyun softly pressed his lips on your forehead. “See you there.” 

Before you knew it, Kihyun was off to his own plan. Without wasting any more time you proceeded with your plan and successfully avoided all the guards inside the building.

With you back on the wall, you listened to the conversation between two guards. Looking around your surroundings, you noticed the cctv camera facing at the entrance. If the person behind the camera sees you, your cover would be blown and you’d utterly fail.

You pulled your wrist up to your lips and whispered something loud enough for Kihyun, “There’s a cctv camera facing the entrance. I need you to–” 

(Don’t worry, I’ve knocked the person behind all the cctv cameras down. Now that I’m here, there are actually four guards armed with guns.)

Glancing towards the glossy wall, you saw the reflection of the guards. All of them were facing their backs at you, giving you much advantage. Pulling out some poisoned darts out from your pocket, you carefully placed them inside the blowpipe. Aiming at the first victim, you blew as hard as you can and hurriedly placed the next poison dart inside before aiming it to the next target before the others could react. 

Successfully knocking down two guards with the poison dart. you grabbed your pistol, with a silencer attached to it, from your belt and immediately fired at the guard you turned around to face you. Seeing his fellow men down, the last guard pulled his gun out and fired at you. You were able to miss the first bullet but then you were distracted by the other cctv camera with a red light, making the second bullet hit you on the right shoulder. 

Wincing in pain, you looked at the guard who had a smug look on his face. Pointing your gun at him you didn’t think twice and fired, aiming the gun on his head. Just before you know it, the guard was sprawled on the floor, blood spurting out from his head. 

You held onto your bleeding shoulder and went straight to the place where the painting was hidden. Kihyun was right behind the screen when he saw you getting hit on the shoulder. His heart almost stopped when he saw you wincing in pain, blood dripping down your arm. Cursing under his breath, he dashed out of the room and hurriedly dashed towards the room.

The whole way to the room was filled with the sound of you grunting. You knew you needed to stop the bleeding before you loose a lot of blood. A couple of turns here and there, you finally spotted the room and stopped right in front of the door, hesitating whether you should enter or not. 

Pressing your ear on the door, there was nothing but silence. You lifted your watch and checked the Minhyuk’s signal. Sending you a big go signal, you grabbed your gun and twisted the knob open, pushing it open, only to be greeted by darkness.

Despite your right arm going numb, you were still able to grab the small flashlight from your pocket and turned it on. A couple of flashing on different places, you finally found the painting and waltz your way towards it, only to be stopped by someone. 

“Well, well, look who we have here.” You stiffened when you finally identified the owner of the voice. Slowly turning around with your gun ready, you pointed it at the person right behind you. “Isn’t it our little tiger, [y/n]?” Just hearing your nickname made you remember all the bad memories you’ve had with them. “What do you want?” you spat, trying to put on a brave front but deep inside you were already whimpering in fear. 

“What do we want? Hm, should we be the ones asking you that? You’re trespassing and you know what’s going to happen to those who decides to trespass on our territory huh, litter tiger?”

Kihyun was completely drained when he arrived at the room. His gut feeling has been telling him that something bad was going to happen. Shaking that feeling off, he wraps his fingers around the silver knob, twisting it open, only to be greeted by you, seated on a chair with tons of tapes wrapped around your body. 

It was obvious that you’ve lost a lot of blood based on your pale lips. Your hair was a mess and there was a bruise slowly forming on your cheekbone. Scrambling to his feet, Kihyun was about to get a hold of you when you stopped him.

“Don’t… please don’t come near me Kihyun.”

Kihyun has finally caught on to what was happening. “[y/n]…” His eyes were now looking at you with worry. He never saw this coming and he was never going to forgive himself if you’d be gone. You remembered what Hoseok and Hyunwoo told you a little while ago.

We’ll give you fifteen minutes to say everything that you want to that little friend of yours, little tiger. Once the time is up, the two of you will be dead.” 

Kihyun… I know that this is not the time for things like this..” you paused, only to receive a ‘huh?’ from Kihyun. “But I just wanted to tell you that you’ve literally made my heart flutter… and I’ve never believed to be able to feel these feelings again in my entire life of being an agent..” you continued but stopped once you felt that it was wrong.

It was wrong for you to feel that way. Catching feelings for someone was a taboo in the field and here you are, doing the exact opposite of what not to do. 

“[y/n], don’t do this.” Kihyun pleaded as he walked towards you. “Didn’t I just tell you to not come near me?” You asked, searching his eyes when he placed his hands on your cheeks, wiping the tears falling down in your cheeks.

“How can I not reach out to you when you’re in this state? [y/n], don’t do this… Please, l-let me help you.” He begged as you shook your head, unable to hold back your tears. “Kihyun, just leave me here. Take the painting and just leave… “ You whispered loud enough for the two of you to hear. 

“I can’t leave you here. [y/n], I love you, okay? I know this is a taboo but I need to get you out of here with me. I don’t want to lose you. You know what, forget about that stupid painting.” His voice was shaky as he tried his best to cut the tape.

Glancing at the shadows, you saw Hoseok showing you his watch, telling you that your time is almost up. “Kihyun, please, just listen to me.” No matter how much you pleaded him to look at you and listen, he didn’t budge as he continued to cut through the tape with the knife he had in his pockets.

“Just leave me, okay? If you don’t leave, we’ll both die! Please, just save yourself–”

“No, there no fucking way that I’m going to leave you okay?! You’re my partner and an agent never leaves their partner behind.” Kihyun shouted through the pressure and stress that was building up.

Remembering that your colleague from your main s.i.s was coming, you already knew what to do. Once Kihyun was able to finally cut the tape, he hurriedly removes all the tape on your body. “C-c’mon, [y/n], w-we still have time to leave.” You shook your head and held his hand. “No, we don’t…” Your hands slowly cups his cheeks, a smile slowly forming in your lips. “I love you, Kihyun and I’m sorry… and there’s something that I haven’t told you… I’m a double agent.” your voice trailed off at the end, making Kihyun just gaze at you with sad eyes.

Pressing your lips onto his, you couldn’t help but cherish this moment. In just seconds, you slowly pulled away and the softness of his lips lingered on yours. You wiped away the tears brimming down his cheeks and looked back to see Jooheon’s sad smile. Jooheon has been in the shadows until now, with the painting in his hand. Jooheon wasn’t alone as Changkyun was also with him. They were your trusted team and you couldn’t help but feel sorry all of a sudden.

“Jooheon, you know what to do.” Before Kihyun could even react, you already pushed him towards the two, Changkyun catching him on time before dashing out of the room with the painting in their hold. Kihyun struggled, trying to free himself from Changkyun’s hold but it was no use, Changkyun was stronger. He bawled his eyes out, screaming your name with so much despair.

“[y/n] don’t do this!! [y/n]!!” Kihyun continued to scream until his voice turned into a muffle. You already knew that that love wasn’t going to last. It was painful but this was your fate. You had to give up everything just to keep those around you safe.

“Time’s up.” Hoseok said as he comes out from the shadows with Hyunwoo readying the gun in his hands. “You didn’t change after all, little tiger. Always ever ready to sacrifice yourself for the sake of those whom you love.” he added as he stopped right in front of you.

“It’s such a shame that you have to leave this world at a young age.” Hoseok twirled his finger around the strands of hair covering your face. You didn’t care anymore. This has been your fate ever since then. You look up and stare right into Hoseok’s eyes.

“Why don’t you just kill me now?” 

Surprised by your words, Hoseok lets out a fruity laugh before tucking his finger under your chin with a smirk. “Well, aren’t you excited to die? Let’s have a bit of fun since–” 

“Bullshit! Just kill me already!” you screamed as you grabbed Hoseok by the collar. Regardless of the past you had with Hoseok and Hyunwoo, there was still a little bit of attachment present in Hoseok and Hyunwoo’s heart. Looking at the little sister they once cherished, Hoseok could feel a tug in his heart. 

Hoseok lets out a shaky sigh and looks at Hyunwoo, who just gave him a nod. Wrapping his fingers around your hands, Hoseok carefully removes your hands and looked dead straight into your eyes. “Do you really want to die?”

“Isn’t this what I’m fated to?! Once caught, I must die.”

Hoseok moves aside and let’s Hyunwoo take over. “Alright, if that’s what you want then, let it be.” Pulling the chamber and pointing the gun in your forehead, you stared at Hyunwoo and smiled. “Even though we had some misunderstanding between the three of us, I’m glad that I met the two of you–”

Before you could even finish, the sound of Kihyun’s voice echoed throughout the whole room. It was from your watch and you didn’t even bother to respond to it.

(Fuck it [y/n]! Get out of there, please. We’ve called back up. Please don’t do anything to get yourself killed–)

You were startled when Hoseok aggressively grabbed your wrist and responded to Kihyun, “Well, too late. She just asked for it.” You could feel your heart sink when you heard Kihyun scream from the other side, telling Jooheon and Changkyun to hurry up and get the back up.

Kihyun, I really am sorry.” You muttered loud and clear against your watch and grabbed Hyunwoo’s hand, forcing him to press on the trigger, totally catching the two off-guard.


The sound of a gun being fired echoed throughout the whole room, everyone went silent for a moment, unable to process what just happened. Hoseok stared blankly at Hyunwoo before going insane. 

Grabbing you on the shoulder, Hoseok shook your almost lifeless body and wailed, “Why did you do that?! We were going to let you off–”

“This is not the time to do that, Hoseok. Let’s get her out of here and get her treated before it’s too late.” Hoseok was too shocked to move. Hyunwoo swiftly carried you bridal style and carried you out of the building, only to see Kihyun, Jooheon, Changkyun and all of the back ups that they’ve called.

Spotting the ambulance, Hyunwoo didn’t think twice and ran towards the EMTs. “Please, help her. Don’t let her die… please.” Hyunwoo begged, tears were already threatening to fall. Without further ado, the EMTs took a hold of you and did what they could do.

Kihyun, who finally got his sense back, turned around and saw you lying on the stretcher. “We need to bring her to the hospital now. She’s already lost a lot of blood and if she doesn’t get to the hospital, she’d die.”

“Then what are you waiting for?! Hurry up and get her in the vehicle!” Hyunwoo screamed. Everyone scrambled to their feet and carefully brought you inside the ambulance. Kihyun didn’t think twice but to enter the ambulance despite being stopped by the other agents. Just letting Kihyun be, the EMTs didn’t think twice and pressed on the gas.

“[y/n]….” he muttered as he noticed you opened your eyes and looked at him. “Why… are you… here?” you whispered but was then hushed by Kihyun. “Don’t do speak, w-we’re almost there… D-don’t close your eyes on me now, [y/n].”

Everything seemed to happen so fast. You closed your eyes without even hearing out Kihyun. When you’ve finally arrived at the hospital, you were immediately treated by the doctors. Kihyun sat at the waiting area with worry completely plastered all over his face.

Glancing down on his watch, he looked at the picture of the two of you took in his office. The two of you were smiling happily at the camera, Kihyun had his arm wrapped around your shoulder and you were leaning your head head on his neck. The sound of doors opening snapped Kihyun out from his train of thoughts. Three doctors stood right in front of him and they’ve hanged their head low as they one in the middle spoke up.

Mr. Yoo…. we’re so sorry but… we couldn’t save her.”


Very nice and rare Heuer Camaro 7220 NT in full authentic condition. Unpolished case with original sunburst finish and clearly readable numbers between the lugs. The black dial is slightly fading into a beautiful browntone and lume on dial and in hands is still the original one. The watch comes on a brown leather-strap. The Heuer Leonidas signed Valjoux 72 was checked in all functions and is running perfectly. 

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Making Memories (part 11)

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, and you still haven’t found the “perfect” gift to give Misha. The two of you honor some of your family’s Christmas traditions.

Words: 1.2k

Misha x Reader

Warnings: none

Notes: written for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @like-a-bag-of-potatoes 12 Days of Christmas Challenge

Day 11: Traditions

Your name: submit What is this?

Misha spent all of yesterday making sure you were cared for.

You slept until 1 in the afternoon, waking up every couple hours throughout the night. When you finally rolled out of bed at 1:30, he had a steaming pile of pancakes waiting for you in the kitchen. He didn’t say anything about last night.

He didn’t have to.

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miakacchi  asked:

Can I write another prompt? Is that okay? If it doesn't do anything for the muses then it's okay! :3 Someone keeps leaving presents for stiles in his jeep. But instead of being flattered, Stiles gets kinda mad cause that's his baby someone is breaking into? Ah. Not that good a prompt. Um ending in kisses?

Hope you like this one - you didn’t specify a pairing so I chose Steter <3


It’s a present. Well, it might be a present. The wrapping paper is gold and midnight blue, tied with an delicate gold ribbon. No note, no card. It’s unusual. Suspicious even. Very suspicious considering it’s sitting on the front seat of his Jeep.

It’s not likely to be a bomb. Stiles thinks. He pulls gently on the ribbon, easing it until it falls away. He pokes the paper apart to reveal a clear glass case containing an watch. A very nice watch with a brown leather strap.

Stiles’ watch was destroyed last week. Sacrificed in the name of justice or whatever. Stupid kelpies.

This is a considerate gift. Someone broke into his Jeep, without looking like they broke into his Jeep, to give him a replacement watch.

This means that it is:

A)   Someone who knows him on a ‘personal’ level – meaning pack level.

B)   Someone in the pack who likes him enough to get him a replacement watch that from the look of it screams money.

C)   Someone in the pack who has money.

That’s a very limited potential group.


It’s been at least a week since his watch took an unprecedented swim. Theoretically it could be someone in his ‘normal’ life that likes him and noticed that his watch was damaged.

Stiles bets it’s someone in his normal life.


The next gifts are plaid shirts, high quality ones. They’re soft to the touch, smell of rich cologne.

They’re left on the front seat again, which as nice as that is, is still breaking and entering. Ok, Stiles really can’t get pissed about breaking and entering considering how much he’s done, but it’s the principle. This Jeep is his baby; if this person likes him then they should know this.

Should he leave a note?


The next is a basket of spa gifts, designed to help relax and pamper him. Massage oil, scrubs, bubble bath that smells like cherries.

Stiles has bruises up his thigh from the griffon two nights ago, taking hot baths has helped relieved the deep muscle bruising. The original three options seem more likely.

He really should leave a note.


The gifts keep coming; some fun, some practical, some expensive. Each deposited in the front seat of his Jeep with no clue how they got in.

It’s stopped being cute and started being frustrating. Stiles enlists the help of an expert. Sort of.

“Why am I doing this and not Scott?” Derek asks, looking down at Stiles array of gifts.

“Because I don’t trust Scott to be brutally honest with me,” Stiles replies, “And brutally honest is your thing. Remember that time you told Scott he was probably going to kill someone.”

Derek nods, grabbing one of the shirts, pressing it to his nose. He drops it quickly, grimacing.

“Smells like Peter’s cologne,” Derek says, kicking the plaid shirt away. “Really, really strongly of Peter’s cologne. And his scent. Like he doused himself in it and then rolled around in the shirts. But you’ve been wearing them so now your scents have combined.”

“Now Scott would have just picked up my scent,” Stiles says, “Cause he sucks at being a werewolf.”

Stiles grabs the back of his desk chair, sighing.

“Peter really?”

“Is that a bad thing?” Derek asks.

“Not bad,” Stiles replies, “Just unexpected. I mean it’s flattering and considerate and objectively, yeah, Peter is hot. But I don’t really understand why?”

“That’s something you should ask Peter.”

“Oh don’t worry,” Stiles, says, casting an eye over the gifts, “I plan to.”


“You know,” Stiles says, emerging from the shadows like a fucking badass, “You could have made your interest known by talking to me instead of this whole courting-slash-providing thing.”

Peter smirks, closing the Jeep door. He walks over in that predatory way of his, all swagger and confidence.

“Where would the fun be in that?” Peter says but hands over the gift regardless. Stiles opens it, smiling softly. It’s a book of spells, an ancient text that probably cost a lot of money or blood.

“To answer your question,” Peter continues, “You’re clever, ruthless, strategic, witty, handsome. I could go on but I’ve fed your ego enough.”

“That was a private conversation,” Stiles says, raising an eyebrow, “Also breaking into my Jeep, dude not cool.”

“The real question is do you reciprocate?”

Stiles supposes he does.  Peter has always understood him in a way no one else does. Like he knows how Stiles thinks, how Stiles works. Peter has always trusted Stiles, believed in Stiles, appreciated how clever and dangerous Stiles really is.

A smug smirk curves across Peter’s lips like he knows Stiles exact thoughts. Stiles places the book gently on the porch before kissing that smirk. Peter responds happily, hands pulling Stiles in close. It’s passionate, exhilarating. Peter kisses like he knows exactly how to make Stiles melt. It’s like slipping into a hot bath, warm and comforting.

“Dinner?” Peter asks when they break apart.

“I’ll buy,” Stiles, says, “You’ve done enough providing.”

Peter laughs.


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waxed canvas diaper bag in tabasco by kithandkinstore

kithandkinstore’s waxed canvas bag styles all feature a hint of fun, colorful patterned fabric as an accent as well as sturdy leather straps. check out all their color combinations — and shapes! — today. this particular piece is designated as a diaper bag but feel free to use it as a carry-on, a farmer’s market tote … get creative!

Reader x Dark Pan Smut Request

Request: Smut with dark pan? Like actual pan from the show, not loving pan. he makes the lost girl sleep in his tent & wear the pjs(lingerie) he wants her too & stuff. If it’s too weird don’t bother lol I’m just tired of everyone doing this lovey dovey pan.

No I love dark pan! That’s my favorite! And sure thing love xx

Originally posted by robbie-andrewkay

Warning: Smut, swearing, Dark Pan

Night had fallen over the island of Neverland as you anxiously awaited for Pan’s return. Ever since you’ve arrived on the island Pan never let you stray from his side. He made you sleep in his tent every night merely because he didn’t trust you being alone with the other Lost Boys who too, have been captivated by your beauty. He wanted you in more way than one. Although he hated to admit it, Pan enjoyed your company each night. He found it rather relaxing having a girl by his side whenever he came home from a long day of terrorizing people who weren’t welcome. 

You rolled over to your side, thinking of the night ahead. What would Pan want you to do tonight. Massage his tense shoulders while he lie in bed, drifting off into a deep sleep? Or was it something along the lines of feverishly hot kisses and soaked panties? Either way, you weren’t looking forward to what Pan had planned. 

Suddenly Pan flung the flaps of the tent open. He wasn’t dressed in his usual green and brown mossy t shirt, dark green skinny jeans and boots. Instead, Pan was dressed in black dress coat,with a black tie. He had on black dress pants and nice Italian leather shoes. In fact, he looked rather charming.  But in his eyes, you saw there was something dark and sinister brewing. You looked at him as he slowly approached the bed. There was a sense of lust and longing in his eyes. He licked his upper lip and smiled at you. 

“Hello there Y/N” He said in a seductive voice. 

You looked at him as he approached you on the bed. You slumped back on your pillow as you felt his emerald eyes linger over your naked body. Pan got on top of you and kissed the nape of your neck. You arched your back as his lips lingered down from your neck to your chest. 

Pan then stopped and brought his face to yours. It wasn’t like Pan to just stop in the midst of things as they were heating up. His large hands wandered aimlessly around your exposed body. 

“I’ve got you something.” He said backing away from you. You sat up quickly as Pan ripped the covers away from you. He grabbed your wrist roughly and then shoved some naughty lingerie in your arms. He smiled smugly as he pushed you towards the bamboo divider. 

“What the Hell is this?” You asked as Pan lay back down on his bed. 

“Don’t ask questions! Put the damn thing on and give me a good show!” He demanded closing his eyes. 

You growled at him as you went to change. You looked at the outfit and saw how skimpy it was. The corset was covered in mossy green and brown leaves that exposed the valley of your breasts and the back of the corset had brown leather straps which tied together giving you the ultimate fantasy look. Pan also provided you some nice fish net stockings which you assumed he found near the mermaid lagoon. Reluctantly put them on, uncertain to how you would look. Pan never had a mirror for you because he didn’t want anyone else see your beauty, not even you. 

“I’m waiting!” A voice hissed from the other side of the divider. “You know I don’t like to be kept waiting!”

You groaned as you slowly appeared before Pan, your head sulking in disgust. Pan sat up on the bed, his clothes already lying on the dirt floor. Oh how he loved looking at you in that outfit. He took a deep breath as he uncovered himself, revealing his nicely toned body and thick upright member. He smiled at you as he slowly approached you. 

You turned around as you felt his hands gently touch your shoulders giving them a light massage. You then felt the light passionate kisses slide up and down your neck, slowly as he moved your beautiful long H/C hair to expose more of your beautiful lush skin. He pulled you into him, and you felt his firm cock thump against your ass cheeks. 

“It really turns me on with you in that outfit.” His warm breath tickled the back of your neck sending a quick shiver down your spine. 

Pan pulled your hair sending a twinge of pain surge through you. He loved being dominant when it came to playtime with you. He then turned you around his hands exploring all that was exposed. He then kissed your red tainted lips, pulling you up on to his bare chest.

“Y/N” he whispered as he fondled your breasts, “I never want anyone to see you like the way I do now. You’re mine! And I don’t plan on having anyone take what’s mine away from me.” 

You stayed quiet as he grabbed more of your breasts, your breath becoming heavier as he sucked on your nipples. You let a soft moan escape from you lips as Pan continued to suck and kiss each nipple. 

He then rolled you over so that you were on the bottom and he was on top. He kissed your lips roughly and then kissed down your stomach. He then massaged your inner thigh with his right hand as the other played with your breasts. It was then you felt his bare teeth take off fishnet stockings. Each movement was slow, and had your body shaking with delight. He then hoisted your legs around his neck and gently licked your sensitive area. 

The moans you made caused him to lick and suck even harder. His hands slid up your waist as your legs locked around his neck. You didn’t want him to stop. He then slipped a finger into your vagina causing you to moan even louder. Usually, Pan didn’t like you being loud, but tonight he encouraged it. He wanted the boys on the island to know what had been going on inside his tent for the past few months. Sweat started to fall from your temple as he managed to lick your clit and find your g-spot with his two fingers. 

“Oh Pan!” you cried out as he came out from underneath you. He smiled looking down at his bedsheets. Your cum oozed out from beneath you. Never in your life had he made you cum that quickly. 

Your breathing was low and staggered. You rolled over to your side closing your legs. Pan was quick to reopen them, sliding his thick member into your tight wet pussy. He let out a deep moan as he felt the warmth of your body embrace his shaft. 

“Tell me how much you want me!” He said now level to your ear. 

“I-I want you” You replied as your hands clawed his back. 

He pumped further into your causing you to bite his neck. You never felt more alive as he shagged you that night. Each thrust was magical but it also hurt you in ways that Pan would never understand. To him, you were just a play thing, but to you, he was more than that. But alas, Pan told you that he would never come close to loving anything other than himself and his power, and that statement itself made you feel weak and hopeless. 

Pan held you down, thrusting your pussy hard, you could feel he was close. You gently massaged his balls as he pounded you. You closed your eyes griping the bedsheets. Pan opened his eyes in pure satisfaction. 

“Tell me you’re about to cum!” He breathing heavily into your ear. 

“I-I’m about to cum!” You whispered your back fully arched as Pan pulled out and came all over your bare chest. 

You then sulked back into your pillow with Pan’s cum on your chest. He very gently wiped it off and crawled into bed with you. Both of you were covered in sweat. Your back faced away from him and his back faced away from yours. The night you had with Pan was indeed the best night you had. Pan rolled over and pulled you close to him. 

“That’s a good girl.” He whispered into your ear and quickly drifterd into a deep peaceful slumber. 

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Can you write one where Peter is pissed at you so as punishment he whips you.


alrighty, here goes nothing, please enjoy~


It was the only emotion you could feel. As if fear had replaced the very blood in your body, it coursed through veins. It made you feel heavy, and it made your body shake. The look on Peter’s face when he sent you away to his cabin was plastered to the back of your eyelids, glued to your mind. It was the only thing you could picture, which made your body shake even harder. You had NEVER seen Peter that mad before. The look he gave you made your heart freeze over, and your breath got caught within your lungs. When he spoke, his voice came out almost like a hiss, and his words repeated over and over in your mind. 

“You. Get to my cabin. Now.”

You basically ran all the way there, your feeling more heavy with each step you took. Now you were pacing back and forth, your lips trembling in fear as horrid ideas came to mind as what Peter might have in store for you.

But what he wanted to do was much, much worse. 

The door to the cabin burst open, and in came a furious Peter. His eyes were blazing with anger, his lips pulled up into a harsh snarl. He had his fists balled up at his sides so tightly that the skin turned white, almost as if his flesh would rip apart if he clenched them any tighter. You stared at him with wide eyes, tears coming to them just out of sheer terror. You didn’t even know what to say to the boy to try and calm him down, but he didn’t give you the chance. He charged at you, and before you knew it, he had you pinned against the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat. He growled into your face, as the veins on his forehead began to pop out. 

“You… I can’t believe you disobeyed me like that.”

You gasped out for breath, your hands quickly moving up to try and pry his hand away from your throat. Your vision became blurring on the edges as the air slowly left your body, and you could no longer suck any in. You kicked your legs in an attempt to free yourself from his grasp but it was no use, the more you squirmed the harder he held onto your throat. You could basically feel the bruises forming on your skin has Peter’s hand became tighter with every snarl he let out into your paling face. Your eyes rolled back into hit skull, and you finally stopped squirming, accepting the fact that there was no way out of his death grasp

But as soon as you gave up was when he let go. He released your neck, and you collapsed onto the floor. You gulped in as much air as you could, tears spilling from your eyes as you vision became clear again. Peter had never been this aggressive with you before, and all you wanted was for it to stopped. You looked up at him with fear filled eyes, watching him taking deep breaths in and out as he glared daggers at your fallen form. He was still angry, and you could tell by the way he looked at you.

“P-Peter.. I’m so sorry.. Please-”

“Shut up, (Y/N)”

You flinched at the harshness in his voice, keeping your face down casted as he paced back and forth in front of you. You could basically feel the darkness radiating off the evil boy, as he mumbled swear words under his breath. Finally he stopped his pacing, and stared down at your shaking form. He reached down quickly and grabbed your forearm tightly, pulling you up to your feet with an incredible amount of force. You squealed at his rough touch, trying to pull from his grasp. But this only made Peter more mad. He had you held in place, growling when you let out a whimper.

“Don’t whine. You deserve this. Now, take your shirt off.”

Your eyes widened at his request, only the worst passing through your thoughts. You finally managed to break away from him, wrapping your arms tightly around self in a protective way. He narrowed his glare, his eyes looking like those of a demon. You shook your head violently, your voice shaking as you spoke.

“P-Peter no.. Please anything but that I’m sorry…”

Peter raised an eyebrow at your words, but the confusion quickly faded from his face once he realized what your words meant. He let out a devilish laugh, his lips curling up into his shark like smirk as he stared you down once again.

“Oh please, not for that, you would enjoy that too much, this is suppose to be punishment. Now shirt off. Now.”

You were still hesitant, keeping your arms wrapped around your shaking form. Peter couldn’t take the disobedience anymore. He trusted out his hands towards you, and suddenly your hands were moving on their own accord. Your shaky palms were pride from your sides, and they floated down to the hem of your shirt, pulling up the hem. You whimpered, watching Peter control your actions with his dark magic. You tried your hardest to fight back but it was no use, Peter had the strongest magic you’d ever seen. Once you had pulled the shirt over your head and off your body, Peter called off the spell. Your arm were no longer numb, and you mustered up all your courage and glared towards Peter. He just smirked back at you, shrugging.

“When you piss me off, I don’t play fair. Now, lay down on the bed, back facing me.”

“Peter please.. I-I already said sorry, isn’t that enough-”

Peter had had enough of your talk back. He growled out loudly, and you filched in fear. You didn’t want him using magic on you once again, so you obeyed, you also didn’t want a worse punishment for what he already had in store for you. You laid down on Peter’s bed, falling face first into the covers. You shivered softly has you felt his ice cold palm lay down against your back, as if to hold you down.

You could hear metal clank from behind you, and you raised an eyebrow. What the hell was he doing behind your back? But the answer came all to soon when you felt cold leather up against your bare back. Your eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as you turned your head back towards Peter. He had taken off his belt and had folded it, now laying the thick leather strap against your back. You had seen Peter punish some of the lost boys this way, when they disobeyed him or tried escaping his island. Panic rushed through your body, your heart rate increasing rapidly as images of screaming boys came into mind, as a brown leather strap smacked into their bare flesh.

You screamed, kicking your legs out frantically to see if you could escape, but it was no use, Pan’s palm was digging into your back, holding you down. No matter how much you struggled the grip he had on you just became tighter and tougher. Tears fell freely from your eyes now, as you realized this was the price to pay for going against Peter. He let out a low chuckle, brining up the belt high above his head.

“Remember, this is punishment, this is all your fault.”

He stated in a hiss before brining the belt down hard against your flesh. Your scream ripped through the silent night, as your flesh pulsed and bruised under the harsh hit. It felt as if you were being burned every time the belt came smacking against your skin. Screams continued to spill from your throat, causing it to become raw and sore. To someone outside the cabin, it sounded as though you were being brutally murdered, and to you, you’d rather experience that then this pain. You could feel your skin ripping apart underneath the belts harsh lashes, feeling your own blood freely flow from the open wounds like small rivers. The Crimson red river flowed down your sides and landed on Peter’s white bedsheets, creating small pools. Peter’s face was contorted in pure amusement and insanity, and he continued to bring the belt down on your skin with no mercy. His eyes were clouded over, and a smile was plastered on his face as if it was cut into his handsome features.

The pain was absolutely brutal, and you didn’t know how much longer you could handle it.

Finally, thirty-five hits later, Peter let out a sigh, dropping the bloody belt to the ground. He stood over your broke body, watching the blood flow over your ripped and bruised skin. You felt extremely light headed now, and after all your screaming you could no longer find your voice. Your eyes were fluttering shut, and you let out the smallest of whimpers as you felt Peter’s hand guild against your broken skin, smudging the blood over his fingertips and creating small patterns on your back.


He mumbled softly to himself. He then stepped away from your form, pulling his own shirt off and throwing it into a bucket of water since it was splattered with your blood. He brought his fingertips to his lips, licking the blood off ever so slowly. He smirked, walking towards the door to the cabin once again. He glanced back once more at your body, the smirk growing on his as he marvelled in the destruction he caused.

“Clean yourself up dearie, and please clean my sheet and belt, wouldn’t want the blood to stain now would we~?”



etsyfindoftheday 3 | 8.20.15

theme thursday: rustic rucksacks for summer adventures

‘ness’ roll-top waxed cotton canvas backpack by fernwehuk

made with great care and high quality, fernwehuk’s roll-top packs are water-resistant, durable, and weatherproofed for years of radical hikes and camping trips. love the detail of the plaid interior, too. check out more of what this awesome shop has to offer today!

Cardboard Props (Astrid’s Axe)~ Tutorial Tuesday!

Hey everybody! Welcome to this new series I’m starting. I’ve been getting a lot of questions about how I make various parts of my cosplays and puppets and I figured it was about time I shared my techniques with you guys!

So to start it off, I’ll be showing you how I make most of my props. It’s cheap, simple, and lightweight.

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Chased by the Hunter, Saved by the Wolves ||closed||


When he woke early one morning, when the dew still dotted the glass on his window and the sun had barely peeked through the trees, he had no idea the life as he knew it would change forever in a few short hours. He sat up in bed, stretched his arms widely and slid onto the floor of the quaint and small wooden cabin. His clothes lay over the worn wooden chair next to the even more worn wooden desk and he was quick to change from his night clothes into his greet tunic, laced with brown leather straps and black trousers which tucked into his boots.

The door creaked as he opened it into the modest main room of the home, where Ada stood tirelessly at the cast iron stove, the smell of rabbit stew filling the air. Helden was nowhere to be found.

“Morning, child,” The blonde-haired elf greeted pleasantly. Noticing his attire, she remarked, “Leaving already?”

He nodded, with a small smile. “I saw a thicket of berry bushes about a mile away yesterday when me and Helden were out gathering wood. I figured I’d go pick some.”

Ada frowned a bit. “Alright. Just don’t go too far.” She said, concern on her voice. “I’ll save you some food for when you get back.”

She leaned over and kissed his head, earning a smile, before he grabbed his rucksack and headed out, through the small farm’s fields and into the woods.

He would never see Ada or Helden again.


The shout of the afternoon drunkards was only silence by the god-awful screeching of a fiddle and tone-deafness of a pub singer in the corner. Gornan chugged at his beer as he waited for his client to arrive. It wasn’t an easy life, being a spy. One needed to cut through all the drivel and dregs of normal, everyday conversation about crop tending and which king had seized what power to find the really good stuff. But he was confident he had found something worth a heavy price.

He finally saw his client enter. He never discovered his name. Names were not important to him as long as he got paid. He flagged the scruffed, travel worn man down, sliding the half-empty bottle of cheap ale across to him.

“Got a nice lil bit o’ new for ye,” He slurred, halfway there to being an afternoon drunk himself. “A lil birdie told me tha’ our friends out in t’e Hunt are mighty restless these passed few days. Stormin through a forest nearby, lookin’ for somethin’. Or rather, someone.” He baited his hook, now all he had to do was wait for the bite.


etsyfindoftheday | 8.8.15

leather works by jjleathersmith

from backpacks to wallets and other accessories, jjleathersmith’s pieces are just. gorgeous. i love the colors of the hide used, and the combination of leathers in some of the final works. here we’ve got three radical options:

  • the sawyer small roll-top backpack
  • leather passport/journal wallet
  • daypack or weekend bag with removable cargo straps

anonymous asked:

currently reading through your blog because i just came across gaf au and am now super obsessed. "lexa’s like hoe take a bath pet a dog jfc" has me cracking up - can you please at some point write a little somehting on this?

you’re in a little alcove of big plush chairs and a small couch in the student center—the best collection, because they’re by the fireplace and the piano, and you don’t know how many people lexa had to glare at to get the entire thing, but you’re glad—and currently she’s sitting sideways in a chair, her legs over one armrest, back propped up against the other. she can speed read (unfair) and she’s do so intently, so she doesn’t really notice clarke pouting in the chair next to her.

you do, though, because your ap physics is honestly boring as hell and you know that spring of grade 11 is the biggest semester for universities when they consider applications, but you’re tired and it’s started to snow tonight, and you’ve stolen one of clarke’s big sweaters (which may have originally been lexa’s, it’s the kind of fabric she loves), and the fireplace is soothing. 

clarke reaches out to put her hand on lexa’s arm and lexa glares and then moves back so that clarke can’t touch her, and they kind of stare at each other for a minute before lexa turns in her chair and says, ‘i’m trying to read, clarke.’

you see clarke physically fight from rolling her eyes. ‘i just wanted to rest my hand on your arm.’ gay. ‘that’s not going to stop you from reading.’

‘my arm is sore, clarke,’ lexa says, and you figure that’s fair. lucky bitch had gotten a bunch more flowers added to the tattoo on her forearm two days ago—clarke had drawn them all, gross—so now the wrap around her arm from mid-wrist to elbow. ‘you know that,’ lexa says, ‘and, plus, i don’t want to be touched right now.’

clarke looks properly chastised and it’s super anti-climactic and a tiny bit disappointing; clarke turns back to her ipad and lexa flings her legs over the armrest of the chair again. you don’t want them to break up or anything—like, ever, you have ever ounce of your romantic hopes riding on them because if anyone ends up being high school sweethearts it’s them—but they’re sweet and boring and you like a little spice in your life every now and then, who can blame you?

it’s peaceful for, like, four more minutes and you actually get through the first step of a magnetic force diagram before you hear lexa say, ‘clarke,’ sharply, and when you look up, clarke has perched on the armrest of lexa’s chair and pushed lexa’s little slightly scuffed leather ankle boots to the side a bit. lexa looks very pointedly at the chair next to her.

‘i already said that i don’t want to be touched, clarke.’

clarke frowns. ‘did i do something?’

lexa says something under her breath in farsi or maybe arabic—a mix of the two, you know she gets creative—and then says, ‘no. i’m stressed and oversensitive right now, and my arm hurts because i got a needle jabbed into it for, like, four hours the other day. of your art, by the way, so just.’ she breathes out sharply though her nose. ‘can you relax? if you do something, trust me, i’ll tell you.’

clarke lets that all stew for a minute, stands and sits on the chair next to lexa’s, and then you watch her hand turn into a fist and she clenches her jaw and says, ‘i just feel like you haven’t been making time for me lately.’

lexa takes a deep breath, puts down her notebook, sits up straight in her chair. ‘i am literally spending time with you right now. plus,’ she adds, ‘you have known for ages that my schedule this month is extremely busy, clarke. it’s on your calendar.’

‘you avoided me the other morning.’

‘when i had to skype my little brother because he was in a car accident? thank god he’s fine, or i might’ve had to spend more time worrying about, wow, maybe one other person that isn’t you.’

you almost want to, like, add sound effects or something, because this is the first fight you’ve seen them get in and honestly you’re a little excited. they’re really doing it.

‘i’m worried,’ clarke says, very quietly, ‘that you don’t love me.’

lexa slams her book shut at that and then says, ‘are you fisting me, clarke?’ you want to laugh but you’re also wildly proud because lexa had most certainly picked that particular gem of a line up from you. ‘go pet a dog or take a bath or play your guitar or eat a pizza or something. i don’t have time for this.’

‘for me, you mean,’ clarke says angrily.

‘oh my god, clarke.’

‘you haven’t written me love notes in weeks, lexa.’

lexa says something in farsi, which you’re sure is a string of expletives because atefeh and jabari look over from a nearby couch with almost identical expressions of a fair amount of complete horror and also a little awe, and clarke stands and stalks off.

you keep your eyes kind of trained on your textbook but you watch as lexa sighs, leans her head back and takes her glasses off for a moment. she rolls up one of her sleeves and traces the apparently still-tender ridges of black and white violets that spread over her arm, rubs a little at her wrist below it, then tugs it down, swings her legs forward and plants her feet. 

you look away when you see that she’s crying a little. lexa has this reputation as one of those seniors who’s lowkey a god, because she’s intense and brilliant and the captain or president of, like, everything, and she’s dating the most popular girl in school. she’s a national merit scholar and she speaks nearly five languages fluently and her family owns a few private jets, and she’s beautiful and has these wise eyes and she’s also cool because, even though you’re absolutely certain this is 160% against dress code, she has tattoos, and she can run full-field suicides with more endurance than anyone you’ve ever known.


she’s also small, and sometimes you forget, but she’s just half a year older than you are, and she doesn’t really know how to fall in love any more than you do. she’s a girl, a seventeen year old girl. she doesn’t like the way food feels against her fingers so she eats pizza with a knife and fork, she naps every chance she can get. she laughs a lot when she’s drunk, she mistranslates words into english sometimes in the cutest way. she’s generous and brave and in love, and her uniform socks are always slipping down and she really, most of the time, likes to hold her girlfriend’s hand. and she kind of kisses clarke like she’s, you don’t even know, this sacred thing, like her lips might burn her.

she’s a kid.

lexa takes a deep breath and wipes under her eyes—she must have some damn good makeup because that shit doesn’t smear at all—and puts her glasses back on.

she looks at you and you shrug and turn back to your physics, which you think she appreciates, because you watch out of the corner of her eye as she calls who you can guess is wells because she’s quiet and even and nods a lot, and that’s the kind of good response wells usually invokes in people, and then you watch as, you’d bet your life on it, she calls clarke.

lexa sighs into the phone and then says, ‘i’m not sorry,’ and then smiles a tiny bit and then says, ‘you’re safe, yeah? you promise,’ and nods at whatever the response is, followed by, ‘i’ll see you tonight. yes, of course.’ a pause. ‘i do love you, by the way,’ and then a very gentle, ‘okay. bye.’

lexa shoots you a little smile, a soft small thing, while she sets aside her book in her bag—a new one, because the fraying old one she’d had what you can guess was forever finally, finally wore out, and it’s the exact same kanken (you’ve learned this is a cool brand), black with light brown leather straps—and zips it. ‘can i meet you in—’ she checks her watch, a tiny custom rolex, because other straps bothered her wrist— ‘thirty minutes for dinner? if you don’t want to go to the dining hall, i’m happy to treat you.’

it’s a small, tender offer, and you say, ‘dining hall shit is cool with me, unless you feel better going off campus. it’s apparently free either way,’ you crack a smile, ‘so whatever you feel best about.’

lexa nods and her smile is so little but she says, ‘the dining hall is fine,’ and you take that for that, walk with her exactly twenty-nine minutes later to it, have dinner and she tells you all about a recent event her sister had been to that showcased emerging non-gender-conforming individuals and their fashion, and she gives you a quick and lovely hug after dinner, mumbles something in farsi and you know it’s an i love you of some sort, and then she’s off, and you go to sleep early that night, because it’s quiet and clarke isn’t there yet, and you sleep deeply, too.

when you wake up, though, it’s to clarke smiling in the early morning sunlight, looking at a box—a full ‘saucony for madewell’ shoebox—of what you would bet your life are love notes.

in farsi, in arabic, in spanish, in mandarin, in english. you watch clarke for a moment, and you’re briefly concerned at how hard you slept because clearly clarke had come in to sleep and then lexa had snuck in this gift, but. whatever. something to worry about later.

because, whatever, clarke and lexa are gay but they love each other a lot and you’ve seen lexa kiss the neat surgical scars on clarke’s hand and you’ve seen clarke trace lexa’s brow line reverently and even if they’re kind of nauseating you’re really, really glad that love like that—the sacred, gentle, holy kind‚ exists in the world.

clarke smiles particularly at a note that you can see partially, and it’s written in farsi, which clarke must have been learning, and you close your eyes and make sure to breathe evenly, because you want this moment to be hers and hers alone. plus, it’s morning, and your gay ass friends are exhausting, so you could really use some more sleep.