building-the-beat

some superhero aus

- okay i know i just saved you from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs

OR THIS

- okay i know you just saved me from a burning building and you look beat but are you wearing crocs

- you come into the starbucks i work at in full costume and everyone is freaking out and yeah you might have just fought God himself but there’s still no way in hell i’m giving you your Venti Iced Skinny Hazelnut Macchiato, Sugar-Free Syrup, Extra Shot, Light Ice, No Whip™ for free forget about it

- i turned up to comic con in my superhero costume and people don’t think it’s me and keep saying my costume isn’t very accurate???? do you want me to accidentally break your arm

- no i’m not a superhero that’s my twin the only superpower i have is the ability to attract all this unwanted attention

- i’m just a superhero what i do is save the city i never wanted to be invited to walk the red carpet!!!! designer dresses are hella expensive!! i keep this city safe i don’t deserve this

BONUS: no NO i am not sitting next to chris evans at the oscars he’s captain america!!!!!! yes i know he’s acting but he does the superhero thing better than i do!!!!

- hey buddy everyone in the business meeting is staring at you because you left your mask on maybe you should like,,, take it off

- haha yeah right you’re a superhero bro h - diD YOU JUST SHOOT A LASER BEAM AT MY COLLECTOR’S EDITION LIFE-SIZE SCOOBY DOO

- i came in to get cough syrup not take a photo with you for your shop wall please have mercy i’m ill

Given the Chance (Part 1)

Summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. You never have. You never will. That is until life decides to pull your leg. (Enemies to lovers trope)

Word Count: 1,219

Warnings: Drinking. 

Series Playlist (by Bella <3)

A/N: I am finally writing and after trying various other tropes, this is what worked. Thank you to the beautiful Bella @whothehellisbella for her inspiration and for letting me use her ideas. You’re the best <3 


Originally posted by winter-barnes


Bopping your head to the lively music playing through your earphones, you sipped on the coffee you had purchased from the Starbucks around the corner, relishing in the taste of it. Today was going to be a good day. Today you had an interview for an internship in one of the best media companies in New York City, and you were sure that you were going to get it. You had to. You were going to.

No doubt about it.

Still moving yourself to the rhythm of the music, you reached to open the door into the large building when someone beat you to the punch. You yelped, completely startled as a tall man stepped in front of you, making you step back to avoid crashing into him.

He smirked.

And you were instantly irritated, yanking the earphones out and glaring at him.

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BTS Reaction to Accidentally Hitting You

Requested by Anonymous, “Can I have bts reaction to their GF was playing (or goofing) with the members and kicked her on her crotch area by accident😂😂”

Note: I changed it up a bit, so I hope you don’t mind!


Jin ➳ “Babe,” he whined, “leave me alone.”

“Fine.” You pouted, turning on your heels to walk away from the man in the video game store. All he wanted to do was choose a new console, and he couldn’t do that with you trying to pants him in the middle of the store — only tugging softly on his black sweat pants, which still, scared him to bits as he pushed you away in hopes that you wouldn’t actually leave him bare for everyone to see.

But once he felt something pinch his butt cheek through the fabric of his sweatpants, his face immediately reddened, and on instinct, his hand flew to backhand your bottom.

“I’m sorry!” He cried as you tried to walk away shyly, pulling you into his arms as he tried to kiss you.

Originally posted by rapdaegu


Suga ➳ “Stop,” he said, giving you a glare as you wouldn’t stop pushing him around while waiting in line to ride a rollercoaster at the busy theme park. But, you didn’t listen — devious grin plastered onto your lips as you gave him a tiny pinch on his side, which surprisingly, has his arm flying and smacking your boob.

Wincing in pain, you notice Yoongi staring to you in shock before he snaps his head away, trying his hardest not to look you in the eyes. He couldn’t believe what he had just done, and he could see a few of the guys laughing from the corner of his eye as he flushed in shame. “I told you to stop.” He whispers with a smile, earning another playful shove from you.

Originally posted by sugagifs


J-Hope ➳ Alone in the house, he tiptoed around quietly as he called your name softly, wondering if you were even home in the dark, musky building. He was cautious, heart beating erratically as he looked through every room and once you jumped out with a yell — his scream pierces and shatters the air, him kneeing you between your legs albeit not too harshly.

“Fuck!” You cried out in pain, and Hoseok was speechless, turning on the light as your hands cupped your bruised core.

“What were you doing?” He scolded, and with tears in your eyes as they locked with his, he slumped down to the ground as he carefully brought up two hearts signifying his love for you in apology.

Originally posted by jaayhope


RapMonster ➳ With music blasting through his headphones as he clicked away through the computer residing in his studio, he fails to notice you hiding under the desk as you giggled to yourself, bringing your finger up to his bare foot with only one thought in mind — ‘scare the crap out of him.’

But as soon as he feels something crawling it’s way up his foot, he does indeed scream in fear, but with his foot smacking you clear between your legs as he falls off his chair. With unshed tears in your eyes, he scoffs as he finds you, smile dancing along his lips. “You should have known that would happen–”

“Do you want to feel it, too?” You deadpanned, to which he fixes his glasses as he shakes his head. No thanks.

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Jimin ➳ “Come here,” he whispers with a grin and you only shake your head no in a jokingly manner, sliding further away from him on the bed which makes him chuckle. Trying to pull you into his arms, his hand flies out just to jab you painfully hard in the boob to which he squeak out in mortification — earning him a moan of pain that bounces out your lips from the attack. “I-I..” he quickly says, eye frantic and then you witness him try to hide under the fluffy covers slowly like he was a puppy who was caught doing something wrong.

“Jimin, it’s okay,” you try to assure him, but the boy ignores it, the blanket bouncing to indicate the movement of his head shaking as he soon mumbles a soft apology.

Originally posted by apgujeon


V ➳ “If you don’t stop,” he warns, “I’m going to bite you.”

Cuddling you in his arms, you pulled at his barely visible chest hairs that leave him groaning in displeasure. He hated it with his life when you decided to give your full attention to the translucent hairs and not his beautiful lips, so when you ignore his comment to only scratch his nipple painfully on accident whilst you tried to yank a lone hair — he reaches down to latch his teeth onto your soft cheek.

“Ow!” You yelled, pushing his head away in surprise. “Did you actually bite me?” And he only nods, not even apologizing for what he did as he grins like a child at having bitten you.

Originally posted by seokkuk


Jungkook ➳ “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said with an eyebrow raised, the both of you sitting on the lonely arcade bench as he shoves fries down his throat, but you didn’t listen; waiting patiently for the man to finish eating before you would issue an attack once again — and when your fingers ravishes his sides as he burst into fits of giggles, his knee somehow digs into your ass as he pushes you off the bench like a lifeless doll.

Blinking, you looked up to the man as his laughter soon died down, but the man only smirked, running a hand through his hair. “Let that be a warning,” he said, “don’t mess with me, babe.”

Originally posted by jeonify


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Jason Todd/Red Hood X ArkhamKnight!Reader- Set Your Demons Free

OHMYGOSH I’m super excited to post this!! I’m definitely making this into a series, maybe a small one.  I want to thank whoever requested this because I want to hug you.

Warning: Mentions of torture, swearing, fighting, guns, etc.

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Long Live - Chapter 8

Ahhh chapter 8 is finally here! I’m so excited for this one! Thank you to @mylasagnaisraw, @gaysonofjafar and @ilovemyspoopydad for beta-ing this chapter for me! You’re all amazing!  

Pairing: Prinxiety

Words: 1662

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Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 17 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language, Mention of drugs and Adult themes.)

Summary: Your group of friends have gotten on well for years, but what happens when a divide is caused by joining the wrong people? School AU
OT5- Baekhyun, Sehun, Jongdae, Minseok and Chanyeol.

Word Count: 2,488

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21 Part 22  Part 23 Part 24  Part 25  Part 26 Part 27  Part 28 Part 29

A/N: I said I would never be creative again, but I broke the promise because I feel like I got super creative today.

You NEED to click “Minseok’s link”, it’s part of the fic.

If it doesn’t work for you let me know, I’ll upload it separately tomorrow morning anyway. Enjoy :)


Hey, I know where Ana is.”
You had Minseok on loud speaker as you were still sat next to Jongdae in the chicken shop. His head shot up at the sound of Minseok’s voice.

“Where? Where is she!?” Jongdae bounced up from his seat as he looked at you intently; tears pooling in his waterline.

She’s at the old abandoned lot up north.” Minseok breathed as Jongdae flicked his eyes towards the phone again.

“How do you know this?” Jongdae sniffed, wiping his runny nose with the back of his sleeve as his body began to tremble ever so slightly.

I…I was on my way to go see Chanyeol just now and I overhead these two woman talking about a girl and her boyfriend heading towards an old abandoned lot; their description sounded as though it were Ana, they said she was crying and they assumed that the couple had a fault out.”
You quirked your brow and you looked down at your feet, Minseok was lying and you knew it. You weren’t sure what was going on and what he knew but he was definitely lying.

“Well let’s go and find her, what are we still standing here for?” Jongdae asked as he ran towards the doors.

Fine, meet me at central station.” Minseok hung up the phone.

The train ride there was silent and awkward. Jongdae’s leg was shaking uncontrollably; you were assuming that he was thinking about Ana; whilst Minseok was sat on your right-hand side eerily quiet something was definitely up with him but you weren’t sure that now was the right time to ask. You got off of the train 20 minutes later as Minseok led you up an alleyway which was considered the short cut to the abandoned lot. You could see the lot now; it was scary to say the least, a dark aura pouring from the area. Jongdae rushed ahead but Minseok pulled him back roughly by the wrist.

“Wait Jongdae. We don’t know what we’ll find in there, we don’t know who may be in there. We need to think this through.”

“I don’t have time to think shit through Minseok, Ana’s in there and God only know’s if she is even still alive!”
“Give me a moment.” You looked over to your side and ran into the bushes; you rummaged through for a while before emerging with a thick branch. “Weapon?” You shrugged your shoulders as you handed it over to Jongdae. He bowed as he accepted it from you and then ran off into the direction of the lot. Minseok rolled his eyes as he began to run after him.

“Come Y/N let’s stay close okay, whatever you do don’t split up.” You nodded as you followed him towards the building. Your heart beating at the base of your throat.

It was pretty dark inside and you could hardly see anything apart from what seemed to be a kerosene lamp at the end of the hall. You all walked wearily towards the lamp and what appeared to look like a figure sitting a chair.

“Oh my Goodness! Ana!” Jongdae called as he ran towards the light.

“Slow down kid.”

You jumped as you saw a dark figure move into the light from behind Ana’s chair, her eyes were opened in fear as she looked at Jongdae, trying to mumble over the tape on her mouth. You stilled in your spot as you focused on the emerging figure. The voice sounded as though you had heard it before.
“What do you think you’re doing?” You could hear the smile in the person’s voice. But you couldn’t see their face as they were wearing a black mask. “You don’t just get the girl back like that. I mean come on now, that wouldn’t be fair on us would it.”
You breathed out slowly as you saw Jongdae walk closer to the individual.

“Jongdae…” Minseok whispered shakily as he stepped a little closer. You heard a muffled cry come from Ana as she struggled against the ropes that were holding her down to the chair.

Jongdae walked forward towards her chair.
“It’s okay Ana I’ve go—”

“What do you think you are doing?!” The person pushed Jongdae backwards roughly in the chest and soon he was hurtling towards the ground; losing a grip of the branch. “Like I said you don’t just get the girl back like that.” The individual dipped there hand into their pocket and pulled out a swiss-army knife flicking it open. Your eyes widened as they lunged downwards at Jongdae, slashing his thigh. “You’re being selfish Kim Jongdae.”

You screamed as you saw blood beginning to seep through his jeans. Ana screamed as well as her eyes widened further.

“Who- who are you?” Jongdae hissed through the pain as he pressed his hand down on the wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. But the individual didn’t reply.

“Y/N get out!” Minseok shouted as he pushed you backwards. “Don’t get hurt, please get out!” He ran towards the masked individual and jumped forward at them tackling them to the ground. The pair scuffled against each other as you started to hyperventilate scared that Minseok would get stabbed in the process. You wanted to move and do something but you were paralysed in your spot, staring fearfully at the commotion unfolding before your eyes.
Jongdae let out a loud painful groan as he reached for the branch and slowly and forcefully dragged himself up to his feet.
The masked individual had somehow gained the upper hand in the split second that you took your eyes off of the pair.
Now the person was on top of Minseok holding the knife close to his cheek, allowing a little bit of blood to run free from the split through his skin.

“Bastard!” Jongdae shouted as he brought the branch down hard on the back of the masked individuals back causing them to scream out in pain allowing Minseok to push the masked individual off of him, he then manoeuvred his body on top and began to repeatedly punch the individuals face. “Y/N, please get it together! Help me…Help Ana!” Jongdae wheezed sinking to the floor as he clutched onto his thigh. You blinked as you nodded your head slowly and made your way towards Ana, your legs felt like jelly and you felt as though you would drop any moment.
You creased your brows together as you struggled against the ropes tied to Ana’s wrist, ankles and torso. She slowly pulled the tape away from her mouth and let out an ear-splitting shriek.

“Jongdae!”

“Let’s get the fuck out of here!” Minseok shouted as he stood up from his space on the floor.
The other body was still, though you could still see their chest rising ever so slowly.
“Now!”
You grabbed onto Ana’s wrist as you dragged her out into the open with you, whilst Minseok swung Jongdae over his shoulder. “Who has a phone?” Minseok panted. “We need a hospital and I can’t carry him all the way. We need a taxi.”


Where did you run off too?” Sehun slurred over the phone. You rolled your eyes, he sounded helplessly drunk. You had just left Jongdae and Ana at the hospital; you and Minseok decided that the two of them needed some time to themselves. You and Minseok had parted ways soon after leaving, although you believed there were many things that Minseok needed to share with you, you decided to leave it for the time being since now wasn’t a great time. “Listen I drank so much, I drank myself into oblivion, I think I might die.”Sehun laughed drunkenly and it was making you feel dizzy and sick. “She called me. The bitch called me; my mum she fucking called. She said the divorce has just begun and she told me I’m a fucking disgrace. How dare she the stupid bitch!…” You heard him take another sip from the bottle, his lips popping away from it again. “I loathe her. I loathe them all…and Mei and Baek…and you! Where are you?! Get here or I might kill myself.”
you frowned as your heart began to bang against your chest, your palms becoming sweaty with fright and anxiety.

Don’t say those kind of things Sehun, that’s not funny.” You breathed down the phone, you looked up at the clock tower in the city central, it was already 11PM, you had better text your mum and tell her you were at Baekhyun’s you thought to yourself. She’d be okay then.

Who said I’m fucking joking…I’m not.” He took another sip from the bottle. You were tired, overwhelmed and honestly still shaken up, you wanted nothing more than to just go home and sleep, but you couldn’t take the chance, whether he was bluffing or not. You had to help him out. You groaned inwardly as you turned back to the direction you were coming from waiting for a bus towards Sehun’s direction. Your feet were sore and the thought of taking your shoes off was making you much more excited than it should have been.

Just hang on Sehun…you idiot.”

Around 20 minutes later you found yourself staring at a drunken, dishevelled Sehun who was sprawled out on the kitchen floor, still shirtless. The way that you had left him when you went to go and look for Ana. He was half way through the final bottle of alcohol and at this point you could only feel pity at how helpless and stupid he looked. Rich people had problems too.

“So you decided I was important enough, to come back to.” He scoffed as he stuck his middle finger up at you. You rolled your eyes as you walked over to him and grabbed him up by his arm.

“Get the heck up Sehun. Go to bed, I really don’t have time for this shit.”

“But you had time for Baek?” He raised his brow at you. He snaked his arm out of your grip and then proceeded to grab your wrist in place; dragging you towards the bedroom with him. He dropped down on the bed. His eyes were red as he looked up at you; his hair an absolute mess. “Sit.” He commanded you as he pointed at the space beside him.

“You’re s—”

“I said sit!” He cut you off as he shouted the command louder this time. He looked at you with an emptiness in his eyes, but it was a different type of emptiness, one that you had never seen before. His breath smelt heavily of alcohol and his hands were trembling ever so slightly. “My parents are getting divorced. They’re actually doing it…Why aren’t you comforting me?” He breathed heavily as he looked at you darkly making you lean back a little bit. “Baekhyun joining Reiji was voluntary. My parents getting a divorce, on my behalf, was involuntary. So why is it that you’re paying attention to the one with power in his hands. What the fuck do you like so much about that short fucker anyway, did you date in the past or what?”

“No we di—”

“I don’t care.” He cut you up again. “I never loved Mei.”

You creased your brows together in confusion as you looked at Sehun; he was jumping from topic to topic and now he was saying things out of the ordinary.

“You’re drunk you need sleep.” You pushed him backwards in an attempt to make him lie down on the bed but he slapped your hand away violently.

“No! I said I never fucking loved her!” He lamented profoundly as he pushed your shoulder. “Aren’t you fucking listening to me? Don’t you ever listen? I’m always telling you to not touch me but you do! Goodness! I said I never loved her, she was just high enough in class to please my parents and she’s a good listener so she’d listen to all of my problems, that’s it. Oh- and she was great in bed. Now that’s the end.” He laughed as his eyes struggled to stay open.

“Sehun you need to sleep.” You said softly, trying to keep his mood calm and level.

“You remember that day that we were about to make out in front of you. I was so proud of myself. Your face…you looked so hurt… you looked so upset…I wanted to make you so fucking jealous.” He shifted closer to you as he lay down and wrapped his left arm around your waist. You looked down to see him still staring up at you intently.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You frowned. “And get off of me.”

“I said…I wanted…to make you jealous. I wanted to make you jealous as fuck. Seeing me and Mei like that, I know it drove you mental.” He slurred as he smiled at you sadistically. “You wished you were Mei I know you did. Why were you so bothered otherwise.” He squeezed your hip as he let out a snort. At this point you were aware that Sehun was heavily intoxicated and you were trying to carry on reminding yourself that. “If it makes you feel better babe, you’re cuter than my ex. You’re a thousand times sexier, physically and mentally sweetheart.”

“No, that’s it. I’m leaving.” You pushed his hand away from your body as you rose from the bed.

“Why!” He screeched. “Why you bitch!? You just got here. Are you scared you’ll enjoy it too much if we sleep together, you think it may lead to something more. I can’t promise it won’t” You looked over your shoulder at him; his smirk was lewd and it made you want to vomit blood. “Why are you fucking running back to Byun Baekhyun! He’s the one that got you fucking injured in the first place!”

You turned on your heel as you looked at him with wide eyes.
“What are you talking about?”


Baekhyun’s P.O.V:

Baekhyun’s eyes were large with anticipation and anxiety as he began typing frantically on the keyboard.
Who is Kim Minseok’, ‘Kim Minseok’, ‘Ten Lee’ but nothing was showing up. There were so many Kim Minseok’s and Ten Lee’s and he couldn’t seem to filter through it all.

“What the fuck, why can’t I find anything?” Baekhyun whispered under his breath. He needed answers and he needed them quickly. He had been searching for a while and now and still nothing was coming up, until finally he had had enough. Rushing to his room to retrieve his phone he began to message Minseok:

Baekhyun: Who are you Kim Minseok?

Minseok: Just stay away from Reiji Baek.

Baekhyun: I said who the fuck are you Minseok?! I can’t find anything.

Minseok:  -Minseok has sent you a link-  
  //503- Ten Lee- Breaking news! #28371900#_”

Minseok: Click it.

Minseok: And don’t you breathe a word.


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not me without you

Lukas gets the emergency text and hardly remembers to pick up his bag before he’s racing out of the classroom. This is Philip’s off day, which usually means Lukas leaves their apartment in the morning while Philip is still sleeping. Philip will get up a couple hours later and go to the campus library to study, and when Lukas is done with his classes they’ll get lunch and ride home together.

So of course, on today of all fucking days, there’s a fire in the goddamn library.

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YOU WILL BE FOUND (Bellamy Blake x Reader)

Request: just a short request: the reader is in Ton DC when the bomb hits and bellamy thinks she is dead. He immediately goes to Ton DC bc he doesn’t want to believe it and he finds her in a Hollow space. lots of fluff pls! ☺💘 Thanks 

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When the bomb hit, everything was normal. Tondc was bustling with life, people from the Wood Clan were everywhere. You were walking alone, your eyes admiring the sights earth had to offer. It was almost a perfect day. Almost.

En route to Tondc, Bellamy walks with the hint of a smile on his face. He can’t wait to see you, he’s been waiting so long. You both had been away from each other for around a week or so. You both had people to help and things to do in Tondc and back at camp. The sound of the missile is something no one can miss. 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, Fran! Have u ever consider headcanon abt Baku and Kiri met before they entered Yuuei? I mean, just think about it: Baku is a huge bully while Kiri stand up for them who get bullied. Like?? What if they got into fight?? How would they react when they meet again in Yuuei?? WHAT IF KIRI HATED HIM BEFORE

Aw anon, I’m so not gonna give you the answer you hoped you’d get to this haha I’ve talked briefly about something on these lines on my main blog not too long ago, but in general the way I feel about this is, there’s no way Kirishima could ever hate Bakugou. I’m positive their relationship would have been a friendship whatever moment in time they were to meet, tbh!

And this is in part about how Kirishima just doesn’t seem to know how to hate, like, anything so why would he hate Bakugou of all people, but it’s also about how I don’t feel like Bakugou changed all that much between middle school and the first day of high school? Kirishima didn’t meet a perfect version of Bakugou, he met a Bakugou that lauched himself at Deku and had to be restrained by Aizawa, a Bakugou that blew up half a building to beat Deku, a Bakugou that was more yelling and explosions than anything else - and Kirishima looked at him and saw him anyway, you know? He looked at Bakugou fighting against Deku and thought “he looks desperate”. He looked at Bakugou and didn’t stop at his yelling and violence, not even in the very beginning. This would have happened before their UA days too, in my opinion - Kirishima and Bakugou, they have personalities made to fit together. You don’t need to chip anything away for them to like each other, they see worth in each other, they understand each other. When they first became friends Bakugou wasn’t any less shouty and angry and Kirishima wasn’t any less righteous and earnest than how they were back in middle school, all in all!

Well, what you were talking about was a one-time meeting anyway, right? Considering Bakugou’s always been cocky and shouty but has never engaged in uncalled-for fights, and how all his bully-like behaviours have always been restricted only to interacting with Deku, I doubt he would have actually fought Kirishima. At best he could have told him to mind his own business before angrily stomping away, tbh. A meeting like that would have hardly left an impression on either of them, let’s be real haha

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Once a Frat Boy, Always a Frat Boy. | Calum Hood. - Part 11.

Summary: In which a new student, (Y/N), finds herself becoming the toy to popular frat boy Calum Hood. The only problem is that (Y/N) was warned about Calum her first day on campus, and Calum just so happens to be dating (Y/N)’s best friend, Callie Mitchell. She hates him. She hates him more than she’s hated anyone ever before; however, she can’t help the growing feeling inside of her stomach after she finds out some very interesting things about Calum that no one had ever known before.

Rating: PG

Pairing: Calum/Reader

Requested?: Sort of!

A/N: This is the next to last chapter! Be ready for a very LONG last chapter after this one, friends. :)

 Calum sat on the plane, his mind racing and racing. He wasn’t sure what his plan was once he arrived back at the university that he’d made a name for himself. He wasn’t sure what he intended to do once he was facing his father, whom he hadn’t seen in almost ten years. He just knew that he wanted his father to get away from his friends, since they had nothing to do with any bit of family drama that involved Calum, his mother, or his sister. He exhaled deeply, closing his eyes to try and visualize something to make his nerves go calm, but nothing was seeming to help him.

 It felt like Calum was trapped. He was stuck without a fireproof plan to help his friends; he was going to try and face his father that he was still terrified of, and he was going back to the university that he so dramatically left. He was trapped in his own mind of drama and danger, and all he wanted to do was get out. He was unsure of how to get out, he was unsure of how to achieve anything when he knew he was too scared and weak, and he was unsure of how to successfully help his friends. Calum felt like such a fool, as if he was useless. He softly punched the front of his seat, his teeth gritting and his jaw flexing as he tried his hardest to soothe the anger that continuously built in his veins the more he thought about his father harboring himself with the two girls Calum felt the most connected to; even though one of those girls probably hated him now.

 “Excuse me?” a soft voice called beside Calum, causing him to whip his head around. He saw an elderly woman standing, hunched over with her hand clutched around a mini purse. She smiled, her lips folding over her gums in one of those, ‘she’s-a-grandma-so-it’s-cute’ ways. “I think this is my seat. D’you mind if I lounge?” she asked him, and Calum shook his head. He motioned for her to sit down, and within the span of three minutes, she finally did. The woman tutted her tongue at Calum, looking at him through hooded eyes.

 He felt like she was studying him, looking for a sign of surrender. Her eyes looked beady and black, almost like she was sent to spy on him or something. His skin began to crawl with goosebumps as she continued to stare at him, her grey eyebrows furrowing on her forehead the more she looked at him.

 “Don’t mind the staring,” she spoke. “You remind me a lot of my boy when he was young.” she finally cracked a smile, opening her mini purse to pull out a small fold of photos. Her frail hands sorted through the photos before she found one, a fond smile cursing her lips while she handed the photo over to Calum.

 Hesitantly, he took the photo and looked closely. It was basically Calum as a child, standing in front of a brick building. His hair was curly and wild, his front two teeth were missing. He had the same cheek bones and skin color; he was Calum in a past life. It shocked him at the resemblance, and he wondered if the woman beside him was his family of some sort.

 Calum handed the picture back to the woman, smiling softly to try and show her that he was not entirely an asshole that was just trying to be nice because she was elder. She smiled back at him, resting her hands in her lap. Calum sighed and sat more comfortably in his seat, leaning more against the window to give the woman personal space so she wouldn’t feel uncomfortable next to the teenage punk. “Why are you traveling so far from home, dear?” She asked him suddenly, causing Calum to blush and scratch at the back of his neck.

 He pictured (Y/N). He pictured her sitting, her long hair and small figure. He wondered if she was alright, with his dad with her, probably tormenting her to no end. He just wanted her safe, and as far away from his father as possible. He looked over at the woman, a look of loss and uncertainty on his features. “I’m going to visit friends, actually. What about you?” Calum asked her, not wanting to seem rude since she was trying her hardest to make small talk with the young lad.

 “My son was recently released from prison. I’m going to see him.” She answered. Calum’s breath hitched in his throat, his veins seeming to go cold and his skin itching with anticipation. A thought came to his mind, but he knew it was far too fetched to be true. His eyes looked over to the woman one last time before he decided to just stop talking to her. There was too much on his plate at the moment, he didn’t need to be worried about possibly meeting his father’s mother. He was too frustrated, he didn’t need more stress than what he had.

 Calum ended up falling asleep after their conversation. He slept the entire plane ride back to the states, and even half way as they landed at the airport until the elder lady from earlier woke him up in fears of him being late to meet his friends. She had no idea of Calum’s true purpose behind his trip, but the uneasy feeling he had after hearing about her son made Calum glad that she was unaware of how hectic his life was about to become.

 But Calum was still distracted in his mind as he picked his luggage up and found himself a taxi back to the university. He had a dream during his slumber on the plane. He dreamed of (Y/N). He pictured her scared and held under his father’s hostility, and he was no where to be found. Calum was not there to help her when she needed him, and the thought made him sick to his stomach. He wanted to think of himself as her savior, but, what if his dream held truth to it? What if Calum was too much of a coward to rescue (Y/N) from the torture his father was holding her under?

 He shivered as he watched the scenery outside the taxi windows.

It took no longer than a half hour for Calum to arrive back to the university. He remembered every detail, even though he hadn’t been gone that long, he felt like he’d been gone for an eternity. He paid the cab driver and gathered his things out of the back of the taxi before he took a deep breath and started his journey towards the girl’s dorms. Calum wasn’t worried about his belongings, he would take them back to his frat house later. For now, all he was worried about was finding out if his bastard of a father had hurt Callie or (Y/N) in any shape or form. He stepped onto the steps of the dorm building, his heart beating an extra mile per minute. How was he to do this? Did he just walk in and attack his father, or did he casually slide in with a catchphrase? Calum cursed at himself under his breath before he dropped his bags at the door and started running down the entrance hall of the building. He had to find the girls, and he had to ensure himself that they were safe. “Alright, get away from them!” He shouted as his large hand slammed the door to the room completely open. Calum’s dark eyes widened as he saw his father standing over (Y/N), his face scrunched as if he’d just been punched in the gut. (Y/N) turned towards Calum and smiled weakly. “What the hell is going on here?” Calum barked, a sudden bravery taking over him as he walked further into the room. However, he stopped once his father stood tall and turned towards him, a sadistic smirk written on his old and wrinkled features. “Hello, son. Long time no see.”
A Million Love Songs Later - Derek Hale x Reader

Request:  So I had this idea that the pack is trying to get the reader and Derek together and one of the things they do is play love songs in the background whenever the two of them are together, prompting the reader to believe that the songs may just be in her head. Like one scene, she saw Derek doing pull ups then “I wanna have your babies” comes on.

Pairing: Derek Hale x Female Reader

Derek Hale Masterlist


It had all started out as a prank that gradually grew bigger and bigger until Stiles was having far too much fun to stop. The pack had been trying to get (y/n) and Derek together for months, having suffered long enough watching them stumbled around their feelings for one another. So they decided to take action and to help them along a little bit.

(Y/n) sighed as she struggled to reach the popcorn sitting on the top shelf that Lydia demanded was essential before they started the film, stretching her arms as she tried and failed to grab it. Kicking her shoes off, she was about to climb onto the counter top when Derek gently nudged her to the side. A blush stained her cheeks as he stood close enough for her to feel the heat coming from his body. As he reached for the bag of popcorn ‘Hero’ by Enrique Iglesias began playing in the kitchen. (Y/n) whipped her head around, searching for the source of the music. Derek didn’t seem to notice, casually heading over to the microwave in Stiles’ kitchen to make the popcorn. As he punched in the time it needed to cook, he cursed Stiles and his meddling. He was the only person Derek knew that thought this was a good way to get people together. When (y/n) was sure that he wasn’t looking, she checked underneath the table to see if someone had dropped their phone, finding nothing, she started to open the cupboards.

“What are you doing?” She froze, looking around the cupboard door to see Derek staring at her with a confused frown pulling at his brows. Offering him what she hoped was a charming smile, she shut the cupboard.

“I was-uh-I was looking for something to put on the popcorn”

He turned the packet towards her, his tone unimpressed as he pointed out what it said. “It comes with flavouring”

Cringing slightly, she forced out a laugh “Right! Of course, I didn’t read that”

As she mentally scolded herself, she realised that the music had stopped, she briefly wondered if she was going mad and had started to like Derek so much that she was imagining a soundtrack to their interactions together.

A week passed without any other music incidents. Lydia was throwing a party that she insisted the pack had to come to. (Y/n) had been dancing with Allison and Lydia all night, unwinding from a stressful week of dealing with supernatural beings. Derek stood on the side lines, desperately wanting to join in but something held him back. Everyone told him that (y/n) returned his feelings and that all the signs were there but he struggled to believe them.

(Y/n) laughed as she danced terribly to the building beat of whatever song Lydia had playing, she couldn’t find it within herself to care as Allison grabbed her hand spun her in a circle. As she let go of her hand, she stumbled into a broad chest. Two hands settled on her waist, steadying her as the room spun slightly. She was about to say ‘thank you’ when the words caught in her throat. Derek was smiling down at her as he started to move with the music. She hoped the music was loud enough to mask the thundering beat of her heart. Derek watched her shyly as he tried to dismiss his doubts and just enjoy spending time with the woman he was almost certain he was falling in love with. Just as he was getting used to the rhythm of the music it changed. The room was filled with the soothing tones of Michael Buble as ‘L.O.V.E’ began to play. Confused shouts echoed around the room as everyone was thrown by the sudden change of pace. As (y/n) met Derek’s eyes, he shrugged while offering her a small smile. Gently, he took her left hand in his while settling his other hand on her waist. She blushed softly as he turned them in slow circles while being careful to avoid the other couples who had decided to embrace the change of music. Her breath hitched when he drew her closer, letting their entwined hands rest against his chest. A smile pulled at Derek’s cheeks when she relaxed in his arms and placed her head next to their hands. Maybe he liked whatever plan Stiles had.  

Stiles continued to play music for the couple over the following weeks, never failing to laugh when he watched (y/n) glance around completely dumbfounded while Derek’s face dropped into a scowl.

(Y/n) walked into the loft, slightly breathless from all of the stairs. She turned around to speak to Stiles, her brow furrowing when he was no longer behind her. Shaking her head as she wondered what he was up to this time, she walked further into the room, calling out to Derek. As she rounded the corner, she froze as her face flushed bright red. He was shirtless as he did pull up after pull up. Her mind went blank as she watched the muscles in his back shift. Just when she started to recollect her thoughts, ‘I wanna have your babies’ by Natasha Bedingfield echoed around the loft. The upbeat tune snapped her out of her daze as she questioned where the hell it was coming from. Derek dropped down from the bar, surprise flickering across his face when he realised he wasn’t alone.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing here?” She was about to answer when the music stopped, she was genuinely concerned that she was imagining things.

“Stiles wanted to speak to you about something…he didn’t tell me what it was and he seems to have disappeared” She tried to keep her tone light and humorous while ignoring the embarrassment stirring in her stomach. Sensing her discomfort, Derek grabbed his discarded shirt and pulled it on. She continued to fidget, making him worry that he’d done something wrong.

“Are you okay?”

“I think I may be going mad” He titled his head slightly before he realised what she was talking about.

“(Y/n)-“

“No, I’m serious. I keep hearing music one second and then the next it’s gone-“ Derek caught her hands in his, bracing himself for the mortification of explaining what was happening.

“It’s Stiles”

“What?” Her face scrunched up in confusion.

“Stiles is stupid enough to think playing music will get us together” If Derek wasn’t a werewolf, he would have missed the offended sigh escaping Stiles’ lips as he stood outside the door.

“So this whole time you’ve heard it too?” Derek winced slightly as he nodded his head. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Because it’s embarrassing! I’m so bad at communicating my feelings that I had to resort to letting Stiles play some of the cheesiest love songs ever written” She smiled softly, warmth spreading through her chest as everything fell into place. Quirking her brow, she tugged him closer with their entwined hands.

“Some of them weren’t that bad” He snaked his arms around her waist while smirking.

“He played ‘Stand By Me’ as we stood next to each other in the queue at the supermarket”

She snickered at the memory “It was worse when he played ‘Total Eclipse of the Heart’ when we fell out”

“Remind me to kill him later” They shared a laugh before Derek bowed his head, their lips brushing as (y/n) threaded her fingers through his short hair. Derek smiled into the kiss, wondering if he should thank Stiles instead.

2

Liz beamed, Macey smirked, and Bex just gave a calm smile as if she’d known this moment was coming ever since the day the Blackthorne Boys walked through the front doors-like it was inevitable that the Gallagher Girls would eventually bring at least one of them to their knees.
Cam felt the building around her pulsing, beating like a heart. And she knew why he was asking her here. Now. It was where he’d kissed her. Where they’d run away from rogue operatives and toward the truth. It was home. And it was where her heart was.

The Deal with the Devil- Prologue

Bruce Wayne X Reader

Summary- You’re the female version of Daredevil. This takes place in the DC universe.

Message- I know this is super short and I’m really sorry. This is all backstory that I couldn’t fit into the actual story naturally! Sorry if this sucks!

Word count- 402

You hadn’t always been blind. There had been a crime wave in Gotham when you were 6. You and your dad lived in the narrows-the poorest part of Gotham. You had been playing on the sidewalk outside of your apartment complex, your father watching you from the stoop, when all of a sudden someone threw liquid in your face. When you woke up to your new dark world they had told you that they couldn’t identify the substance. Whatever it was wasn’t acid and they also couldn’t tell you why it blinded you. Your father had been able to take you home a couple of days later. He did his best to help you learn to adjust to you knew life, he helped you learn to navigate the world while using a cane. A couple of weeks after the accident you woke up screaming. You could hear everything that was happening in your apartment building-every conversation, every heart beat and every breath someone took. That night you and your father found out that your other four senses had been dialed up by like a billion. Your father was at a complete loss as to how to help you. He went searching to find anyone who could help you and then after a month of you being a complete mess he found someone who could help you. Her name was Maggie and she lived in Nebraska so you and your father packed up everything that was in your tiny apartment and went to live with her. It took years of hard work but you had finally perfected your abilities. You could fight, read and get around on your own again and it felt amazing. She taught you how to read from regular books by using your sensitive touch, she showed you how to use your hearing to see if someone was lying to you and she taught you how to use something called the proximity sense- your dad called it radar. Time passed and eventually it was time for you to go off to college. You enjoyed those years and you had even more fun in law school. A few weeks after graduation you had been given horrible news- your father and Maggie died. You couldn’t bring yourself to go back to your home in Nebraska so you packed your things and moved to the only other home you had ever had- Gotham.

Long Nights

Member: YuGyeom // GOT7

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Words: 501

To his utter devastation, the nights in the studio were becoming longer and longer, the notes of his vocal range not coming out right or the way YuGyeom wanted them to come out at all. He was a mess inside and outside, prancing around the halls of JYP Ent. building and beating himself to a mental pulp, trying to record his voice over and over again.

Today, however, was quite different. He sat in the studio, yes, but in his lap, curled up and sleeping soundlessly, sat the prettiest woman he had ever met in his life. At least for him that’s what she was.

With her shining hair and intelligent eyes. Soft voice and plump lips. Gentle caress and a breath that now covered his collarbones as she breathed out a gust of breath after each gulp of air she took in. She was a goddess. Someone that he was certain he did not deserve to have.

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The Office - Three

One | Two


“What are you wearing tonight?” You looked up to find Peter eating another M&M, this time it was blue. You shrugged and picked one up yourself. “You don’t know? I’ve had my outfit planned for weeks.” You sensed the sarcasm in his voice and playfully rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah, Casanova? Should I be expecting some Bond vibes?” You wiggled your eyebrows in a playful manner and Peter laughed.

“You should never expect nothing less from me. I am a dashing young man.”

“Parker, (L/N), stop flirting. Come pick up your phone, Peter, make a sale for once.” You and Peter both blushed at Sam’s comment, not noticing each other’s matching cheeks, too embarrassed to meet each other’s eye. Peter took long strides to get to his desk and answered his phone, simultaneously ending Sam’s call in the process by unplugging his phone.

You thought back to what Peter asked. You still hadn’t picked out what you were wearing to the office fundraiser tonight. You knew the dress code was formal. The most formal thing you had in your closet was your mother’s wedding dress – you didn’t think you needed to go that formal. You racked your brain trying to visualize your closet, you could only see flashes of color. What would Peter be wearing? I’d bet he looks good in a suit. A tux, even. You shook your head. You shouldn’t be thinking that. Did you and your fiancé have matching colors? Maybe you both could match outfits.

Peter gave you subtle glances when you weren’t looking. What were you going to wear tonight? Whatever it was, you would look amazing in it. In Peter’s opinion, you could do and look no wrong. Did everyone know that? Did your fiancé remind you of that fact? Your fiancé. She has a fiancé, Peter. He shook his head. Should he bring a date tonight? But, what if –

There he went again; wishful thinking. Every time he thought of moving on, this sickening thought came into play: What if you move on, and she calls off the wedding? What if she calls her wedding off… for you? He needed to stop. It would destroy him, absolutely kill him and leave him for lonely and for dead if he didn’t stop.

But, what if?

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Isaiah - Shelby!reader

Yaaaay requests! I love your writing! Would you be able to do more for Anna Gray? Maybe looking at her relationship with Michael and the other Shelbys, and maybe her and Tommy ending up having a close bond

Isaiah - Shelby!reader | part of the Anna Gray series

Anna walked up behind Michael and rested her chin on his shoulder, placing her hands on his upper arms. It had been almost two months since she had arrived in Birmingham and she was adjusting quite well. She kept close to Michael and Polly, trying to find her way around the small city. Recently though, Michael had noticed that his sister was nearly impossible to find. Late at night and in the morning she was unaccounted for. He’s asked Tommy, thinking maybe she was spending time with her cousin, but he had been busy with work and couldn’t spend as much time with her as he had in the beginning of her residency. 

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not what you needed.

Member: Min Yoongi

Genre: Angst(of course), fluff?? Kinda??? Badboy!Yoongi, soulmate!au

Word Count: 2,666

A/N: Tbh there will be a lot of Yoongi and Kook fics, bc their by bias and bias wrecker, and I feel a bit more confident writing with them. (And my writings kinda fit their “personalities”, since y’all know my stories ain’t all sunshine and fluffy unicorns and rainbows.) The thing with this au is that instead of your soulmate’s first words spoken to you, it’s their last so you’ll never know if they were the one until you loose them. SO THIS MEANS MORE ANGST YAYYYY THERE WILL BE A FUCK TON OF THIS TOO!!!!! And this also means I’m still not doing the ones I said I would. Great. AND I’M STILL DOWN FOR YOUR GUYS’ REQUESTS!!!!

      Song I based this off of here. (EDEN - drugs)


      Those three words. Those three words that tortured you. Those three words that were etched into your skin, the ink drowned out by the other paintings all across your body. Those three words that follow you everywhere, reminding you that any love you have, might not be the one.

      Just let go.

      They were lost in the other tattoos on your body, but it was still there. On the right side of your neck, next to the image of a band-aid. Everyone else’s were, “I love you”, or, “Never forget me, okay?”. But not yours. It looked like everyone watched you, pitiful eyes staring at those three little words. So you stayed away from people, living a carefree life, trying to forget how cursed you were to society. You knew your own words were placed on someone’s body, dragging them down with you. You followed you own path, ignoring everyone’s comments on how sorry they were. Don’t be fucking sorry, live your own picture perfect life, with your two kids and white picket fence. I’m not letting three words control what I do.

      If only you knew that made it worse.

      It was the first day of winter break for college, and for the people staying here, there was a party being thrown. You lived on the other side of the country and, quite frankly, hated your family. They always set these low standards for you, all because of those damn words. How do they know you won’t live happily ever after? So, you moved as soon as you could. Got into a nice college, met some nice people, and got a nice job. All is going well, and you honestly don’t listen to the commentary you get.

      You headed over to the frat with your friends, Hoseok and Namjoon, walking down the middle of the streets with them. Coming up to the building, the bass was beating through the walls, drunks already fucking around on the front lawn. There were colored lights flooding through the windows, silhouettes of jumping bodies visible from your placement on the street. Sharing a look with the both of your friends, you lead the way inside of the cramped building. Weaving past people, you made your way up the stairs to the balcony. There was your friend, Seokjin, having an uncomfortable conversation with a drunk girl. His head shot up to look at you three, his lips moving to form the words, “please, get this bitch off me.”

      “Seokjin! There you are. We’ve been looking for you.” Namjoon said, leading your group up and shoving past the girl pressing against your friend. Stumbling back, the girl clumsily disappeared down the stairs.

      “I honestly don’t see how you always get yourself caught up with girls.” You say, sipping from a cup you picked up along the way.

      He scoffs, leaning against the wall. “Neither do I…” Seokjin was your old friend, who’s already out of school. He’s working for a model industry, and always gets dragged back to the college parties by a majority of the classes. He’s a pop, but a sweet one. You’ve always admired him for who he really is.

      Two hours and three beers pass, and the bodies around you are finally calming down. Or passing out. You didn’t really care to notice. Because you eyes had been locked with that of a stranger’s. A stranger with a head of blonde hair, and piercings everywhere that glimmered in the flashing lights. A stranger with an ice cold stare, but a smirk placed on his pale pink lips. A stranger with tattoos crawling up his neck, spreading over his knuckles, which are scarred red. Fights, you presume.

      “Bad choice, (Y/N).” Looking up to see Seokjin’s eyes casting to the man you were looking at, you glanced back to where he previously was. He was already gone. “You know when the party got suddenly silent? That’s ‘cuz he got here. Min Yoongi. He’s dangerous (Y/N), watch out for him. He won’t stop if he’s got his eyes on you.”

       Staring at the empty space, you tilted your head. “What’s his mark?”

      “No one knows.” With a sigh, he pats you on the shoulder and gives you a worried look. “Just… Don’t do anything crazy, okay?” As you nodded, he smiled and slithered off through the crowd to get another bottle.

      By three A.M, you decided you should head home. Walking down the sidewalks, you tightened your grip around your leather jacket. You didn’t live in a bad part of town, you could say, but all parts were bad at this time. The roaring of engines passed you, cars speeding down the empty streets, racing as fast as their modified engines could go. You had watched some street races, but it wasn’t any fun unless you were in the driver’s seat. All known from personal experience.

      “I guess I expected you to be in one of the cars. Well, I must say, you’re full of surprises.” Whipping your head around, you were met with those same dark eyes. It was him.

      “And I thought you would be shoving your tongue down a girl’s throat.” Turning on your heel, you heard a deep, gravely laugh come from him. His footsteps followed you as you walked, the heavy sound irritating you. Sucking in a breath, you turned and grabbed him by the front of his jacket. “Look darling, I suggest you stop following me before I stick a knife in your gut.”

      He let out a breathy chuckle, closing his eyes and holding his hands up in defense. “I’m helping you, darling. I’m making sure no one rapes you.” He pulled himself from your grasp, motioning for you to go forward. “But if you insist, I’ll head home now. Goodbye (Y/N).” His smirk made a presence again, and he turned and walked the other direction.

      You never told him your name.


      By the time spring rolled around, you had ran into Yoongi many more times than planned. Upon further inspection, you found out that he was a well known senior, a music major. His parents were killed when he was young, and he lived on the streets for a while. Someone rich found him, heard his music, and got hooked. Hence his ability to get into a nice college. He was a player, breaking girls’ and boys’ hearts for years. And yet he’s still got one of the biggest reputations on campus.

      It was a dark, rainy day when you encountered him. The day where everything had changed. You two had somehow got this whole, “I hate you but I don’t, so come over for pizza but you’re paying” relationship going. He had told you to meet at a cafe with him, for your daily arguments to wake the both of you up. Today’s topic was… Unusual.

      “What if we’re soulmates?” His proclamation caused you to spit out your black coffee, the liquid dripping down your chin.

      “There’s no way in hell that I would ever get with you.” He laughs, that rare and beautiful smile spreading over his features.

      “So you’re saying that the times where we made out in the corner of kitchens at parties, and those times where I fucked you, were all accidents?”

      Fuck. He got you there. Nothing had really changed, no dates or anything, you two were basically friends with benefits. There was always the occasional flings with each other, and the drunk kisses at parties, because hey there’s a creep over there staring at me we’re gonna kiss now. Well, at least that’s your excuse. It’s usually because you just wanna kiss him. “Fuck yourself and die in a hole.”

      He laughs again, his smirk clear on his face even from behind his cup. “What ever you say darling. What I’m saying, is that normal people still wouldn’t be talking to each other. You threatened to fucking stab me when we first met. If that doesn’t scare someone off, I don’t know what would.”

      “It’s probably just because we’re both ignorant assholes who hate everyone here. Except for a few people.”

      “Just let me prove my point!” You laughed, and leaned back, nodding for him to continue. “I’m just saying, that if I was any normal person that night, I would’ve said the words on your neck. But I didn’t. Make sense?”

      You knew that was definitely a possibility, you just didn’t want to believe it. Him? You told yourself that there was no way, even if he was hot and really sweet to you. Well, sweet in his own way. “Sure babe. Totally.”

      Totally was right.

       Once you both finished at the cafe, he walked with you around town.  You were someone who loved the rain, so you ran out and danced in the downpour while Yoongi was dragging his feet behind you. Which ended with him hugging you when you refused to stay under the umbrella

      “Yoongi, what the hell are you doing…” 

      He laughed, the sound vibrating against you, the feeling sending shivers down your spine. “I’m making sure you don’t get sick. Or too wet. Because that’s my job.” You roll your eyes and he laughed, a quiet, pervert slipping your lips. He took you to hang out at his apartment for some movies, and for you to possibly kidnap Holly again. In your defense, you didn’t know that the little pup was sleeping in your bag as you left last time. Let’s just say Yoongi didn’t talk to you for a week after that incident.

      Throwing open the door to his apartment, you kicked off your soaked shoes and fell onto his couch. “Get your soggy ass off of my couch and go change into one of my shirts, I’m not washing those damn cushions again.” He kicks you off of the couch, your frame landing face first on the carpet. Sighing, you heaved yourself up and walked down the hall to his room to find something. Opening the door, you were met with an eager Holly jumping all over you.

      “AHHH HI BABYYYY I MISSED YOU!!!!!” Leaving kisses all over her face, you ruffled her fur and went to find your favorite shirt of his in his closet. You changed into an old ripped up and bleached black shirt, and walked back out to where he was seated. He looked up at you from the TV and rolled his eyes, sitting up so there’s room on his lap for you. 

      “I give you the chance to change into my clothes, and you pick something like that?” Sitting on his lap, you made sure to drop onto him hard enough to hurt him, dick or not.

      Laughing at his strangled yelp, you squirmed and made yourself comfortable, curling up under the blanket spread over top of you both. “You have no right to critique me on my fashion sense. Almost everything you own is ripped.” Looking back at the screen, you both watched The Corpse bride on Netflix before dozing off in his arms. You couldn’t help but notice the way your heart tugged when he would subtly compliment you, or the heat that rose throughout your body from that night on. You had fallen in love with Min Yoongi.


      Four years later, you two had been dating and took the world by surprise. Scratch that, universe. You found yourself thinking more and more about his mark, that was probably effecting you more than him. I can’t love myself if I can’t love you.

      You found out that those words weren’t really the tattoo he told everyone about, but in fact, his mark. You really hoped that he wasn’t your soulmate now, just so that you wouldn’t have to think of hurting him in that way. You played out every scenario in your mind, thinking of how or why either of you would use those phrases in an argument that could lead to no words ever being spoken between you two again.

      You didn’t plan out that it would happen today. Today was one of those days, where you pushed anything bad out of your mind and just focused on the tasks  at hand. It was one of those days where the memory of both of your marks was completely stripped clean.

      You had made some dinner for him, the delicious smell filling up the entirety of your shared apartment. You knew how hard he had been working at his studio, the process draining all energy from his body. As soon as you finished, you plated everything and went to go sit on the steps outside. You had tamed a few strays, so you sat there, playing with the slim and scrawny cats, feeding them some old scraps. Next time you check, it’s midnight. Where is he…? You thought, your eyes looking around the streets in front of you. There, you saw the figure of a tired man, trudging his way home. The figure of the man you called yours.

      Standing, you jogged over to him, a worried smile on your lips. “Hey baby… Come in, we’ll get you relaxed.” Walking straight past you, he didn’t bother to even spare you a glance. You knew something was up; he never did that. Following him, you lightly placed your hand on his shoulder, only to have it shoved off.

      “Don’t fucking touch me.” His voice was dangerously low, the sound striking your body with panic. And, of course, you just had to argue. Because that’s what the two of you did.

      “What the actual fuck, Yoongi? What’s wrong?”

      “You, (Y/N), you’re what’s wrong. Your always being super distant one second, and then clinging onto me for your damn life. You don’t know how to let go, you think that this needs to work. And, in all honestly, I’m just saying what I need to say. Because I don’t have anything for you.” His voice falls at the end, cracks spreading over his words like wildfire. His eyes show his torn heart, they show how it cracks, the pieces just slipping through your fingers. You weren’t fast enough.

      “Yoongi-”

      “Stop, (Y/N), don’t try.”

      “Yoongi, without you I’m fucking nothing. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you were gone, I just need you happy. I know it sounds selfish, but I need you to love. I can’t love myself if I can’t love you.” Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your chest ablaze from holding back your sobs.

      “This isn’t you, and you know it. I won’t say shit, because I know I’m a mess. And I’m whatever you want, but never what you need. Especially when you need me. So, please (Y/N)… Just let go.” He didn’t even look at you as he turned, heading to cross the street. You realized the last words you two had shared, desperate to change them. But no one can rewrite fate.

      Your voice ripped through the air, the call of his name loud enough to shatter glass. But you were too late.

      Again.

      The sound of his body being thrown against a windshield cracked through the sounds of squealing rubber. Your eyes were locked with a stranger’s, a stranger of whom you loved, laying lifelessly on the road, blood coloring over his pale skin. A stranger who’s head of bleached blonde hair was slowly reddening. A stranger with piercing covered with a crimson red liquid. A stranger who’s pale pink lips were slowly loosing color, as scarlet fell from them and pooled onto the ground. Your eyes were locked with that of a stranger’s, who’s glassy eyes were staring out at you as a singular tear dripped into a puddle of blood forming just underneath his head.

      The stranger you once knew was dead.

Essays in Existentialism: Bands

if you’re still taking prompts I think melancholy!musician Lexa and looking-for-inspiration!artist Clarke could be a cool idea. melancholy was too hard. how about cocky?

The last hour of work was time’s cruel joke. That bothered Clarke, the ability time seemed to have to toy with the emotions and days of individuals, how absolutely astounding it was to not be a constant, steady thing she always believed it to be. Those were thoughts that kept her distracted for agonizing seconds at the end of the day, especially fridays, when she watched the clock refuse to tick. It wasn’t because she was especially busy and had outrageous plans, but it was more that action of clocking out and shedding the corporate feeling of what art could be, and renouncing her sell-out-ishness for a few hours, until the week started again, that kept her attention.

Clarke had exactly one thing on her mind for her time off, and it was standing in front of her canvas with her brush and being unable to start. It’d been a routine she’d perfected over the past few weeks of ridiculous drought of desire to do anything at all. The rush and high of her show last month dried her up, left her hollow and emptied. And now she suffered.

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