but for the love of all that is full of anguish you do not want to be him

Inspired by THIS POST about gay Disney Princesses. 


When the old beggar comes to the door, Addy knows better than to let her in. She doesn’t look at the rose or the woman too long; she shuts the door.

Some will call her arrogant or selfish, but what is she to do? No guards, parents in the capital (not, here, not here), and the knowledge that she is the damsel in all those fairy tales weighs heavily on her mind. Oh, little princess, far from home and alone, so alone.

The Enchantress (for they do not call her witch) makes sure that she stays that way.

Alone except for her wilting rose.

(She did not want it, would not take it, so she was bound to it. Such is the way of Princesses.)

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Addy used to have frightful bursts of temper. Her face would turn red, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, mouth screwed into an upside down kidney bean. Anything could set her off; a too tight corset, a walk ended too quickly, another toy sword taken away. She’d wail and scream, kick her feet and punch the air, tear and rend anything within arm’s reach.

The first time she has a fit in her new form, it’s after Mrs. Potts reads the King and Queen’s decision on her…condition. She’s to stay here, on the outskirts of their kingdom, until a Prince comes to release her from her spell. Alone until a different sort of bond is forced on her, until she is made to change from princess to beast to bride.

Addy know why they refuse to save her. It’s because she’s always been too big, too strong, too ill-tempered, too–

In her rage, Addy upends the tea tray, forgetting, forgetting, forgetting.

She is reminded when fine china falls to the hard ground, when it rattles, when it shatters, when it screams.

“No!” Addy falls to her knees next to her dishes– no, her friends and frantically rights them, apologies tumbling from her lips, eyes brimming with tears.

“Temper,” Mrs. Potts murmurs, more out of reflex than anything, looking obviously terrified. She hops from her side to her base, better able to control her new body than any other castle resident. Her lid is sitting askew and her eyes are wide (so wide) as they dart from one cup to another. “Daniel? Daniel!”

Addy cuts herself on broken porcelain and flinches. She–she’d killed him, she’d been so thoughtless, how could she? “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry–”

“I’m okay,” a little voice says. “I’m okay, Mom!”

 Addy sobs as she locates him under the silver platter, on his side, trapped. She throws the platter too hard, lodging it in the wall, and takes Daniel in her paws.  

“It’s okay, Princess Addy,” Daniel chirps at her. He’s a little older than her, just a few years, and he’s always trying to be strong. His eyes are wide (too wide), but he offers her a tremulous smile. “I’m okay.”

“Thank goodness,” Mrs. Potts says and her china clinks as she hops forward. 

Addy’s eyes lock on the horrible, huge chip in his rim. 

I did that.

She’s across the room before being aware of setting Daniel down, of standing, of leaping away.

“Princess,” Mrs. Potts says from her low, low position on the floor. “What–”

“Don’t call me that,” Addy grits out. Her huge body leans heavily against the door, making it groan, as she desperately tries to wrap her paw around the handle. She can’t stop looking at the chip, the proof of harm, the proof that something much worse can happen so easily. “Don’t call me– I’m not–I’m not the Princess. I’m the Beast.”

The door crashes open and she disappears.

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It’s weeks before the servants realize that she’s never going to answer to her name again. She no longer sleeps in her princess bed or attempts to wear her princess clothes. She wears pants scavenged from the servants’ quarters, tunics from her father’s closet, ties her mane back with twine instead of ornaments.

“Addy!” they call. “Princess Addy!”

The Beast doesn’t even know who that is.

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Never Let It Get Personal - Mitch Rapp

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Mitch Rapp/Reader

Word Count: 16,419

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Multiple Orgasms, Fingering, Bondage, Oral (both receiving in the form of a 69), Sweet Sex because I’m a sucker for their romance???, Sassy reader, violence and blood because they are assassins.

Notes: Why do I do this to myself? 16.4k later and it’s done. But I really liked this idea. It’s a lot of plot with a smidge of sexy smut because I love Mitch Rapp. But he’s also hella loving. And angry. And I owe @minhosmeanhoe a lot for talking through this idea with me. She is a saint and my Rapp twin. I love her. I hope you guys love this and think it’s worth it.

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Understanding Elizabeth Midford

So. I don’t usually involve myself in petty fandom feuds but HOLY. SHIT. This is pissing me off. We’ve gone through 100+ chapters and people STILL don’t understand Lizzy’s character? They manage to rationalize Kuroshitsuji enough that they give Sebastian feelings even though he’s a hungry demon who made a pact with a 10 year old boy because he sensed his soul was broken, desperate, and malleable to more further corruption. They manage to do all this for a DEMON but can’t find it in their hearts to apply that analytical mindset to a darling 14 year old girl whose human emotions drive her every decision?

“She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

“She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

“She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

“Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who does that! RUDE.”

So in an attempt to bring some basic level of cognition into these…“arguments” I’m going to go through them one by one and you can disagree if you like. But please refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. 


1. “She’s selfish! She only wants to make Ciel smile so things can go back to the way they were!”

Elizabeth Midford is, by far, the LEAST selfish person in the whole damn manga. This girl spent most of her childhood loathing the physical strength she possessed because the person she loved didn’t like it. She chose to shoulder her anguish by HERSELF because she didn’t want to burden Ciel (or her brother or her mother or her father) with her personal worries.

Lizzy is also incredibly aware that things can NEVER go back to the way they were. She expresses this concern to Sebastian when she admits that she wishes Ciel would talk to her more and that the only reason she overdoes her cuteness is because she wants to see Ciel smile. Why are comedians so outlandish and over-the-top? Because they want to see their audience laugh. Lizzy took that mindset and applied it to her goal of cheering Ciel up. Furthermore, the Easter egg chapter proved ONCE AND FOR ALL that Lizzy is perfectly aware of the change that’s occurred within Ciel—that he’s no longer the happy, smiling boy of years past.

Lizzy KNEW Ciel didn’t remember why the egg was nostalgic and if she was really selfish, she would’ve thrown a fit—had a full on temper tantrum then and there but instead, what does she do? She outwits the game master himself. Lizzy sets up an Easter egg hunt that she made up completely off the cuff, wears a happy smile throughout the entire event, and when Ciel hands her the egg what does Lizzy do? She laughs and wishes that the egg would bring CIEL lots of happiness. HOW IS SHE SELFISH? HOW. Selfish would be throwing a tantrum because Ciel didn’t remember the way things used to be. Selfish would be bringing up the past EVERY FRIGGIN SECOND. Selfish would be forcing Ciel to comply to the shared etiquette of their past.

Instead, Lizzy is SELFLESS. Instead of throwing a tantrum, Lizzy wishes Ciel happiness. Instead of bringing up the past, Lizzy tries to ignore it because she knows it makes Ciel uncomfortable—that’s why she’s never asked him about “that month” even though she desperately wants to know what’s happened to the boy she loves. And instead of forcing Ciel to behave the way he used to (sweet, sympathetic, loving), Lizzy is learning to accept him for who he is now—how many times has Ciel ignored her? How many times has Ciel left the country without telling her? How many times has Ciel purposely hidden things from Lizzy and then disregarded her concern with a wave of his hand? Lizzy is learning to accept this new Ciel—this closed off, distant Ciel because she KNOWS something terrible must have happened to him. Because instead of crying and whining like she did at the beginning of Black Butler when Ciel refused to take off his ring, Lizzy has learned to ACCEPT. And that, my dears, is called character development—something Ciel hasn’t undergone since the beginning of this manga.


2. “She doesn’t understand him! She’s always trying to change him, that bitch!”

There is NOTHING about Ciel that Lizzy is trying to change. If anything, it’s Sebastian who’s always prodding and provoking Ciel to become darker—more cruel, less empathetic, and more focused on getting his revenge. She threw a party for Ciel at the beginning of the manga because she thought that might make him smile—fun colors, fine music, seeing Bard and Finny crossdressing…heck, even Ciel took a page from Lizzy’s book when he dressed the F5! It probably took Lizzy HOURS to choose Ciel’s outfit, decorate the mansion, coordinate the whole event and it probably hurt like hell to see Ciel dismiss all her hard work so casually.

As a reader, it’s easy for us to say “HELLO. Doesn’t she know? He was abused and tortured by the cultists! He made a deal with the devil to escape that wretched place, how could this dumb broad think a simple party would cheer him up?!”

And the answer is…Lizzy has NO IDEA what happened to Ciel. (Hindsight is a gift, ain’t it?) She has no idea that he became so desperate to escape the cult that he sold his soul to a starving demon. Lizzy is does not know what Ciel went through and this boy is doing his damnedest to make sure Lizzy never knows. Because he wants to keep her pure, ignorant, and encased in light.

People always point to the party chapter as Lizzy trying to “change” Ciel but all she wanted was to put a smile on his face. She even admits that she overdoes it at times but everything she’s done comes from a good place. Everyone wants to see their loved ones happy and Ciel is the boy Lizzy loves best of all—of course she’s going to try everything under the sun to try and put a little smile on his face.

And Lizzy DOES understand Ciel, to the best of her ability. She’s never once asked Ciel (or Sebastian) about his time in the cult. She uses games to figure out Ciel’s secrets. (Ex: Easter egg hunt—this is where Lizzy knew Ciel was only pretending to remember their Easter tradition and where Lizzy’s suspicions were confirmed—something life changing and drastic DID happen to Ciel during “that month.”) She doesn’t force Ciel to take her to public events because, let’s face it—as the only daughter to a high ranking marquess that serves directly under the queen, Lizzy’s bound to be invited to dozens of soirees a week. And as a gentlewoman of the aristocracy, Lizzy’s going to need an escort. In Victorian times, it was typical that the fiancé escort his bride-to-be but here is Lizzy—sweet, traditional Lizzy—ignoring precedent because she KNOWS Ciel dislikes social events. (Keep in mind, this is information being pieced together by a 14 year old girl who’s been taught to be an “unknowing angel.”)

Elizabeth understands the change that’s come over Ciel, knows that he won’t be interested in the same things he was interested in before. But in spite of Ciel shutting her out, in spite of Sebastian’s constant presence, Lizzy is still working her hardest to try and bring some happiness to Ciel’s life because she loves him. She loves him so much that Bravat was able to take Lizzy’s desperation and devotion and use it against her.

Let’s not forget—the reason Lizzy continued seeing Bravat was because she thought he could help her make Ciel happy.


3. “She’s so ANNOYING. Like, her voice!”

I think this is the most common excuse people use to not like Lizzy. They critique her high levels of energy (even though Finny and Soma are equally vivacious), her love for beautiful things (even though Ciel is probably the vainest little boy in the whole of London, England), and the fact that she “doesn’t understand” Ciel (counterargument already presented above).

You know, in a lot of ways I see Lizzy as a Scarlett O’Hara figure—strong, determined, unflinching in the face of danger. But also very, very misunderstood. Lizzy only behaves with an exorbitant amount of energy because she wants to make Ciel happy —to bring some sunlight into his gloomy, pessimistic world. The end results are not always successful but the intention behind Lizzy’s every action is pure—as pure as Soma’s decision to help Ciel simply because he saw him as a friend. Lizzy puts on a vaudeville for Ciel in a misguided attempt to help him heal and move on from whatever is tormenting him.


4. “Oh my god, did you see her standing there in the third panel? Like who doesn’t that! RUDE.”

Black Butler is told from the perspectives of Ciel and Sebastian. We only get brief glimpses into Lizzy’s psyche so it’s impossible for us to codify her completely. What I do know is that some people out there will always hate on Lizzy—whether it’s because they dislike her voice (well that’s her VA’s fault, not Lizzy’s) or because Lizzy “gets in the way” of someone’s ship. I’m not here to reason with those who refuse to be reasoned with. This is me expressing my adoration for a flawed, misguided, but pure of heart character whose unconditional love for a changed, callous boy makes me admire her all the more.

Oddly enough, people seem to relate “understanding” a person to “knowing exactly what happened to them to make them this way.” And to me, this is really giving Lizzy an unfair shake. By this definition, Lizzy could never understand Ciel because she doesn’t know what happened to him in that one month that’s made him the way he is (reason: he flat out didn’t tell her and uses every opportunity to prevent her from finding out. Ciel is so concerned about protecting Elizabeth’s goodness/light/purity that on the Campania, when Sebastian was slaughtering all those Bizarre Dolls, Ciel shielded Lizzy from seeing the carnage because he wants her to remain innocent and unaware). To quote Albert Einstein, “Any fool can know. The point is to understand.

I think Lizzy understands Ciel—she can sense the pain, the resignation, the drive towards something greater that Ciel is working towards. This is best exemplified in an early chapter (after Ciel’s fallen asleep and Sebastian is serving her tea) where Lizzy expresses sorrow that Ciel won’t tell her anything. Sebastian comforts Lizzy by telling her that while “It’s a difficult question for me as a butler…[I can tell you] one thing…He [Ciel] was able to spend a nice, free day with everyone.” To which Lizzy retorts that she wishes she could believe that. Elizabeth may not know what happened to Ciel during that month, but she understands.

This then brings me to my next and final point—people wanting Lizzy to “accept” the situation by stepping aside and leaving the manga. Well, to quote Michael J. Fox: “Acceptance doesn’t mean resignation; it means understanding that something is what it is and that there’s got to be a way through it.” — And this is exactly what Lizzy’s doing. She’s fighting for a way to help Ciel, to help him move on, to do anything that might benefit it. Lizzy’s accepted the situation but she’s certainly not resigned for it—Lizzy’s a fighter, and she’ll continue fighting for the boy she loves until the very end.


Further discussion is encouraged. But, please remember: refrain from using derogatory terms, unsubstantiated arguments, and referrals to “proofs” that are nothing more than blog posts made from those who wish to paint Kuroshitsuji in terms more favorable to them and whatever else they ship. I am not disparaging other characters or ships—I merely ask that you don’t refer to those “did you know” blog posts that’s caused so much strife in the Black Butler fandom. Thank you.

Waiting

Request: Hey! I loved your last Tom Holland imagine! And I was wondering if you could make another one where he and the reader are friends (or better friends) and the reader has feelings for Tom, but he is with Zendaya (or other person) so she spends more time with The rest of the cast, then after a long day of shooting, Tom goes to see her and they have an argument then make-out follows! Please? Thanks! Sorry, English is not my language! :)

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you, love! I altered your imagine a bit where he isn’t with Zendaya, and because of speculation of them dating, I want to respect both Tom’s and Zendaya’s privacy. Even though I doubt either will see this, I don’t want to speculate, so rather I just made it where the reader is jealous because he spends so much time with Zendaya. Hope you don’t mind!

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Warnings: making out?


“Y/N!” At the sound of Tom’s voice, you picked up the speed in your step, desperate to get away before he could catch you. You knew what he wanted, and you knew it wasn’t good, especially since you’d been avoided his company for well over a few weeks. The only time you actually allowed yourself to be near Tom was when filming, and your two characters had a scene together. Otherwise, you spent most of your time with the other members of the cast, namely Laura.

“Y/N, slow down! Just wait a minute-”

But it seemed finally Tom had been able to catch up to you. You cursed yourself, because it was mainly your fault why he’d been able to reach you after filming. Today had been a particular exhausting day of filming and instead of rushing off home or to hang out with friends, you’d toddled, hung around set for a bit because you were tired. And now, after days of trying to catch you before leaving or running off, Tom had managed to reach you.

For a second, when you reached the doors to your car, you’d thought you had managed to get away. You’d even sighed a breath of relief, checking off that you’d been able to avoid awkward confrontation another day. But then a hand fell on your wrist, snatching it from the car door handle and twisting you so you were facing him. You gasped, shocked but then you found Tom’s face and you froze. He was the same height as you, maybe a tad bit shorter, so there was no way to get away from his gaze on you.

“Jesus Y/N,” Tom sighed, panting heavily. He’d been running to catch up with your rather fast and lengthy steps. You avoided his eyes, looking down to your right as you leaned against your car door. What Tom lacked in height he gained in… well everything. And it was hard to hide the fact that the reason you’d been avoiding him was because you were jealous his attention had been on another girl when you were faced with his rather attractive… everything. “Look at me.”

You bit your lip, relenting; “no.”

“Y/N.” 

“No.” You raised your voice slightly. And despite your previous one worded response, you turned your gaze to him anyway, tears in your eyes as everything that had been cooped up the past weeks came to resurface. Tom’s rather annoyed face dropped and was immediately replaced with worry when he saw your expression, pausing in his efforts. You, though, continued. “No. I won’t look at you. Why should I? It’s not like you even gaze my way.”

“What do you mean?” Tom’s breathless voice echoed, and you had to restrain yourself from melting at the sound. Tom had that effect on you. “All you’ve been doing for the past weeks is ignore me!” His voice raised considerably, his cheeks flushing in anger. You found yourself stunned, the realization that your decision to ignore Tom had not only hurt you, and may have hurt him more than yourself. “When I show up at an interview, you leave. Show up at work? You leave, saying some excuse. Show up at Jacob’s, or Laura’s, or Zendaya’s house? You leave. So how am I in the wrong?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head as you felt yourself get all riled up. Zendaya. “Have you taken the time to consider why I might have done this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tom sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah.” He mumbled, “a hundred times. Wanna tell me?” You said nothing, shaking your head stubbornly. After a minute of complete tense silence, you heard Tom sigh once again, more frustration behind his breath. Then he let go of your wrist, looking to the side. Though he didn’t step back, he was still as close as he had been before, trapping you against the side of your car. “You know what? Why do I even care? You’re the one acting like a crybaby because you need attention.”

Your mouth fell open in indignation, shocked that he would say such hurtful words. You paused, turning to look at him and you could see his face fall when he realized just what he had said. But before he could say anything, you interrupted him; “you’re right. I do need attention-”

“That’s not what I meant. Y/N-”

“No,” your voice was sickly sweet. The tears coming back full force, as you stared at Tom in hurt. “You’re right. I do. Just not the kind of attention you think. I want attention from you.” You watched Tom’s face fall in bewilderment but you were too riled up to care. “But you’re too busy with Zendaya to care.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked hesitantly.

You dropped your hands in a fit, shaking your head; “I mean I love you! I have for so long and every attempt i’ve ever had in trying to get you to know or even look at me, you’re too busy laughing or chatting with Zendaya. So yeah, I did avoid you, but only because it was clear you didn’t need me in the beginning.” You finish with a huff, calming down the second you spoke your last word. Realizing that you had just up and confessed everything, your eyes fell on Tom, gauging his reaction. He said nothing.

You then, tired of the whole day in general, shook your head. “Forget I said any-” Before you could finish your words there were warm, soft lips on your own. Hands fell on your face, cradling it with such care but Tom kissed you with such force. At first you were too shocked to do anything, the sheer reality that Tom was kissing you keeping you still, and then you found yourself in the moment. Pressed up against your car, Tom’s body covering your own, you kissed him back with such force.

The kiss lasted a few moments before you both separated, panting breathlessly. You said nothing, rocking with his movements as you held the back of his head. He leaned forward, pressing another kiss against your lips before whispering; “I love you.”

All anguish had vanished, and you found yourself smirking against his lips. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Have everyday.” Tom grinned, “and will everyday.”

“I think that’s a sufficient enough apology.” You considered teasingly, nodding to yourself. Tom leaned back from your embrace, opening his mouth in mocked shock towards you. “Apology? And why should I be the one to apologize? You’re the one who ignored me.” He reminded, poking at your stomach. You giggled, grabbing ahold of his stomach and sighed.

“Because, you kept me waiting.”

KAI PARKER X READER

Blood

Desc: Kai’s father kidnaps reader, causing Kai to burst into a frantic, bloody, and violent rage as he does everything he can to protect you.

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She woke up in the back of his trunk, hands bound with cloth, hair sprawled around her precious face. She blinked her bright eyes open and rolled to her side, the pain that seared through her like hot red fire. She was wearing the same outfit of that as when she’d been knocked out by Joshua parker, a black tee and dark skinnies. She began to kick into the trunk, screaming out, not for herself, but for him.

“KAI!” She screeched in desperation, unable to break the magically sealed binds on her wrists.

It had been early nightfall when Kai’s father had come after her. She’d been able to catch only a moment’s peace with her treasured heretic before a bright blast had hit her in the back, and she’d crumpled onto the floor, the last sound she heard being Kai’s voice crying her name. She knew why Joshua had kidnapped her; it was the only way he could get Kai, and end him once and for all. Now it was dark out, probably around midnight, she presumed from the stars in the pitch black sky.

Suddenly, the car trunk was thrown open, shimmering rays of silver moonlight illuminating her saviors face.

“Kai,” she choked.

His hands were drenched in fresh ruby red blood, big blue eyes lacking their usual glow, lips bent downwards in such a way that the goofball she’d gotten to know seemed almost unrecognizable. His white tee was torn and covered in dirt, long arms stretching into the trunk as he grasped her curled and feeble form in his strong hold.

“Oh god, oh god,” he whispered frantically, more to himself than her. He scooped her bridal style into his arms, eyes flickering across her confused face. His slender fingers came up to brush a stray strand of hair back behind her ears, whispering an incantation under his breath that melted the binds on her wrists.

“I’m okay,” she reassured him as he gingerly set her on her feet and onto the soil.

“This is all my fault,” he breathed, hands cupping at her face, tears coming to his eyes. “Y/N, please, run.”

“I’m not leaving you,” she protested, locking her fingers around his, eyebrows furrowed.

“Now would be a good time to say your goodbye’s,” a voice said from behind her.

Joshua Parker stood with his right hand raised, the left side of his face bruised up from where she assumed Kai had hit him. The look in his eyes was dark and cold, he had no regret for what he was going to do to his own son, nor what he had done in the past. The green grass seemed to droop where he walked, an aura of relentless hatred around his body.

Kai spun away from her at once, eyes locking on his father, his hands raising in front of her like a shield, silver rings glinting under the starlight.

“Don’t you dare touch her,” he growled, his voice dropping low, expression hardening. “Or I swear, I will gladly rip your throat out and tear you apart limb from limb.” Kai’s jaw was set, eyes hooded, and something about the way he spoke and held himself almost scared her, he never acted like this.

His father raised an eyebrow and took a step forward, eyes landing on the girl.

“Ka-” she began.

But in another moment she was thrown forward, her body ragdolling as she went soaring through the air and crumbling onto the ground at Joshua’s feet. A searing pain burst through her arm, and she went rolling onto her side, vision momentarily going black. Joshua parker raised a finger and drew a slit in the air, which began to slice a long red mark across her pale cheeks. Kai leapt forward, her name tumbling off his lips as he dashed into an invisible wall that held him back from her. An orange glow appeared as he began to siphon the magic, but it was so slow that nothing seemed to happen.

“Fool,” his father spat. “I didn’t want to kill you, that would be too kind. So instead you’ll watch as I take the one thing from your life that brought you happiness.”

He drew another slice in the air, now cutting down the flesh of her stomach, and she screamed out in agony as blood spilled across her front and over her trembling hands, tears flooding down her cheeks as Kai screamed out in anguish, his hands clawing at the barrier, knees shaking as he sobbed at the sight of her, looking more broken than ever.

“Please, PAPA!” Kai begged, so scared and fragile, just like the boy who had once been abused and isolated by everyone he loved.

She stretched an arm across the grass, fingertips touching the invisible shield. She was too weak to talk, but her fingers spread across the wall, he knew exactly what she wanted to say.

“Don’t,” he cried, raising his palm against the other side, fingers spreading out against hers, lower lip trembling as his own tears travelled across them.

She gasped out, body convulsing suddenly, the blood draining from her body and onto the grass. She gave a feeble smile to him, unable to utter how much she loved him in any other way.

All at once, where their fingers touched, the invisible barrier began to crack, shattering into a thousand pieces as it disintegrated under their contact. Kai stared in awe as the spell melted into his skin, his eyes closing as the magic flooded into his system like a drug. His fingers traced patterns across her flesh, wounds closing at once, the electricity from his magic sending electrical currents into her healed body. He stood up, eyes fluttering open as he cracked his neck with a faint smirk. His father stared in disbelief, taking a step back when he realized his defense system was down. Joshua gulped down the nervous lump in his throat as Kai approached him slowly, lips splitting into a twisted grin. Kai lifted two of his fingers into the air, and his father began to rise from the ground, panic spreading across his features. Kai released him at just the position where he wouldn’t die, but would instead be filled with intense agony. 

“How does that feel, papa?” he asked, snapping his father’s legs with a flick of his wrist. He twisted his fingers, and blood went exploding from his father’s body and onto Kai’s front, to which Kai chuckled, drunk off the rush.

Joshua screamed out in pain, his voice filling the empty night, begging Kai to let him live.

“Kai, stop,” she gasped, watching in horror as he assumed an identity so unlike his own. She dragged herself off the earth and onto her feet, eyes pleading with his own.

Kai froze, dark glare softening under her gaze, “he tried to hurt you, and anyone who tries to lay so much as a finger on you deserves worse than death,” he snarled.

She grabbed his wrists before he could turn away, defiant as she grasped him tightly. 

“You’re better than him,” she stated.

Kai tried to turn his head away, unable to resist her control, but she forced his jaw back to hers. 

“Hey, hey, look at me,” she commanded.

Kai’s teeth gritted together as he blinked through his long lashes with a shake of his head.

“You’re better,” she whispered softly.

She brought him back down from his craze, and Kai sighed, his shoulders relaxing, full lips parting as he went to speak.

Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she made out Joshua parker, raising his arm to give one final move before he collapsed for good. He coughed out a spell, and Kai’s ears began to ring, hands flying to his temples as he crumpled to the ground from the noise flooding his body. The girl caught Kai’s body as he sunk to the dirt and cried out, his blue eyes pained as they held to hers, and in the second where she saw him like that, where she was unable to do anything but watch him die, she understood.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HIM!” she snarled and dashed over to Kai’s father, arm swinging out as she dove towards his crumpled form. Her fist went smashing into his jaw, which cracked under the force, blood exploding across her knuckles. She slammed her fist in one more time for good measure, heart racing as Joshua Parker went still under her blow. She didn’t even care when his eyes met with hers before glazing over, she didn’t care when his heart failed to beat, nor when his body went still.

“Y/N,” Kai’s voice was distant as he pulled himself up to approach her.

She breathed heavily, hair all across her eyes as she stared in disbelief at her bloodied hands. She spun around, eyes locking with Kai’s blue ones. He looked at her with bewilderment, which was fair enough considering he’d never seen her act this way.

“Are you going to make me apologize,” she murmured, voice low. “Because I am sorry, but not for what I did to him. I’m sorry I let you let him live another second.”

Kai was close to her now, eyes flickering across her dark facial expression, wanting to feel scared or sad because of her newfound rage, but with blood on her hands and black in her eyes, he just couldn’t stop himself. His hands grabbed at her cheeks, forcing her face into his as her lips went crashing against his own. Her hands came up against his jaw, and both of them groaned softly against each other’s mouths as their bloody hands left red across their faces.

“I’ve never felt more scared of anything than I have about losing you,” her voice cracked as she pulled back, nose squishing against his. “I love you so so much Malachai Parker,” her face softened, eyes glistening with tears. “I don’t want you to think I’m a bad person, I just-” she stumbled softly.

He pecked at her lips, bringing his bloodied fingers to her cheek and drawing a crimson heart on her flesh.

“Love makes us do crazy things,” he finished.

anonymous asked:

Are you going to do a continuation of the cheating scenarios you did? Like the aftermath of the mc leaving them?

a|n so i did a thing
y’all asked for this *stares at the astounding amount of ask requests i received from all of u asking a continuation pertaining a certain scenario
huhu *cries and stabs self because of pain
i think my hands slipped a bit for these ficlets lolololol who am i kidding

it’s for this
Cheating HC Scenario


Zen

He was very ideal, a definition of perfect on another context. Being with Zen exceeded every expectation you had in you, and if possible, even surpassing what you thought would be heaven beside him. But looking back, was it really heaven to begin with? Or was it just a temporary bliss inside the hell he just threw you in? Before even the process of flirting, his face already screamed karma. And meeting him was nothing more than perfumed regret. You basked in the fake bliss of his presence and his false claims of love and fidelity. He was a man of the crowd, an existence solely for the sake of others.
He was not for you.

That’s why it hurts. That’s why turning your back on him, refusing to hear any excuses he could have made, refusing to be hurt another hundred times, made you strong enough to leave. Even though every ounce in you screamed to go back, to take him back, no matter how many times he would be able to stab your heart.

“MC!” You heard him call, just a few feet behind you, voice desperate and tired. You froze on the spot, your bags tight against your hold and your heart beating erratically against your chest.
Why does he still have that effect on you?

“S-Stop right there, p-please.” You intervened, your voice quivering. You have every qualm in you for you to distance yourself and stop him from going anywhere near you. You can only feel utter disgust towards him.

“W-wait, babe! Please, listen to me-” He pleaded as you felt his overwhelming presence behind you, your body almost betraying you from the sensation.

“Listen? Do you hear yourself?” You boomed as you turned around to look at him, a strained sarcastic laughter filling your mouth. Tears were now pooling at the side of your eyes, blurring your vision in the process.
“How dare you ask me to listen to you! Really, Zen?”

A flash of hurt came across his ruby red orbs, his gaze softening and breaking apart. It pained you to watch him break down before you, begging and never wanting to let you go. Begging for you to listen, begging for you to consider, getting you think back when he was yours to call mine.

A lump formed in your throat when you watched how Zen’s tears started to fall one by one, his face depicting a look of depression and brokenness. His eyes were desperately searching yours as his face fell upon seeing that you looked so sure of leaving him then and there. You tried your best to hold it in, not wanting him to see the aftermath of his actions towards you. Of whether the reason of his temporary taste towards a different delectable dish was because he was lonely and because you were not there, or was it because he got tired of waiting for you. All the more reasons why you needed to let him go. Of why this childish game of house should end.

Knowing him, you still dared touch his very flame, knowing how small and ignorant of a moth you are. He was the sun an icarus like you desperately wanted to touch. He just wanted your attention, he sadly didn’t want your heart. He, of course, just wanted to make sure he had full grasp on you, making sure you’re not getting over him no matter what. He hates the thought of you getting with someone new, he had been implying that. He’s that selfish.

You should have seen it coming.
You should have known from the start.
Nothing lasts forever.
Not even your love for him, no matter how much you knew you do.

“Babe,” He pleaded, his voice hitching higher octaves. He opened his mouth once more but only a choked sob escaped his lips. “B-Babe, p-please,”

You blinked back the tears that threatened to fall by giving him a blank look. Reminding him of his mistake, of the weight of his actions and above all, reminding him of what he just lost.

“Goodbye.” You said, ice lacing your tone. No matter how cold you tried to be, you’re just a girl who was breaking apart inside. And you continued to do so and you were so sure nothing will be left of you after this.
“I hope to never to see you again.”

“No! No, please, babe. Don’t leave me. C-come home with me, let’s talk this out. P-please. Listen to me, MC. D-don’t go!”
He cried out as he grabbed to pull you to him and hugged you tight, his hands unsure of where to exactly hold you. His touch was needy, wanting, begging, desperate … and it took everything for you not to return the gesture. You have accidentally removed your grasp from your bags as they both fell on the cemented path with a soft thud.

You sharply inhaled his musk, getting intoxicated with his familiar scent that you love. And no matter how hard you reminded yourself that he was someone you hold affections with, the scene you saw back in the house kept replaying inside your head like a nightmare on repeat. It burned itself there, not wanting you to ever forget it. Leaving a scar that might take years to heal.

His sobs have now become anguished cries as you desperately tried to push him away from you. And after successfully doing so by giving him a hard shove, he just stumbled and continuously fell towards the ground, not even bothering to wipe the tears that streamed down his face. His desperate voice crushed your heart more and more.
“Babe … P-please. Don’t go. Don’t leave me. D-don’t go looking for someone else. Let me explain … I beg you.”

Upon collecting yourself, no matter how your heart screamed to run to him, console him, wipe those tears for him, you steeled yourself from such thoughts. You watched at how he pathetically cried and burned himself out as if telling you that you should be sorry for him, that you should not be the one hurting right now, that you are the bad guy for leaving him like this.

“You’re not going to come home with me anymore?” He asked in between his tears, or more so, he tried to convince himself more than you.

And your silence was his needed confirmation.


Jaehee

Even if you knew you had nothing to go back to, you just wished to see her one last time. Despite the pain you felt when you saw her with someone else earlier this day, you braved yourself to come and face her like this just to be able to end things formally with her. She was not aware that you’re to be back a bit earlier than the said date and you decided to confront her inside the place you once considered home. Roaming your eyes on the empty living quarters, floods of memories you made with her swamped your mind, making it harder for you than it already is.

You pulled a chair from the dining table and sat there, fingers rubbing the bridge of your nose. You heaved a sigh as you patiently waited for her to be back, the sound of the ticking clock your only companion amidst this growing dark.

You heard the front door click and now a few strings of soft laughter livened the place. You shifted your gaze and watched how the man from earlier planted peppery kisses all over Jaehee’s features. You watched at how she softly giggled at the gesture, something she does whenever you’re kissing her cheeks. Something you thought you’d be the only one to see.

You heard her ask the man to come in first and if he wanted to something to eat as she unconsciously flicked the switches of the lights open. Her eyes landed on your figure sitting by the dining table, a small gasp audibly got released from her throat. You watched at how the surprise on her face changed to guilt and regret.

“MC?” She queried, unsure of how to take the situation before her. Your gaze flicked from the man’s hold on her waist and their extremely too close for comfort proximity. You saw how she gently bit her lower lip, her gaze traveling everywhere but you.

“Hi.” You said, trying to make your voice sound casual. You flashed a smile towards the man beside her and the bastard returned the gesture.

“U-uh, may I ask what could you be doing here?”
Jaehee asked once more, the shaking of her voice barely hidden.
“I, uhm, thought you’re still at the convention …”
You saw how the man with her threw a look of confusion at her direction, as if asking who you were and what you were doing in the dark before they arrived.

“I came to say good bye.”
You said quietly as you slowly stood up and moved to pick your bags on your side. You flicked your gaze down, trying to calm the hurt and betrayal you felt swelling up your chest. You tightly shut your eyes, hoping that the tears won’t fall this time. You’ve already spent the entire afternoon crying and asking why and now, seeing them together, you exactly immediately knew what could be the only wrong thing between the two of you.

You lifted your gaze up and flashed her a smile, unaware of the tears that already fell from your eyes. Since when did they start falling? You were not sure. They just fell. Just like how your dreams and hopes did and without warning.

“I-I’m very sorry for not telling you …”
She whispered as she moved to touch you, her skin grazing against yours.
“I-I’m sorry … I-I didn’t know how to tell you …”

Even just the tiny touch of her fingers made you flinch. You shrugged her off as you wiped your tears, screaming at yourself internally for breaking down in front of her. You released a strangled laughter whilst shaking your head, telling her to stop whatever she thinks she’s doing.
She must have only felt guilt, nothing more.

“I know. I understand.”
You said as you bit your lip, trying to suppress another fit of small sobs.
“And I don’t want this love to feel like a battlefield for you.”

You started to walk away from her and your heart broke more when Jaehee didn’t even move to stop you from doing so. With one last glance thrown at her direction, you bid your bittersweet goodbye,
“I hope you’re happy.”

Now, your hopes and dreams dissipating into thin air.


Jumin

It hurts. The pain was too much.
It feels as if knives were repeatedly stabbed on your heart.

Nobody warned you about this inevitable pain you might encounter with this thing they called love. Nobody briefed you about the possible circumstances and various scenarios you might come across with as you’re busy loving somebody who’s busy breaking your heart. It was not fair, you thought, of how can you give your all to someone who is ready to tear you apart. It was even more unfair to be the only one leaving while crying your heart out.

The moment you left while accidentally banging the large, intricate double doors that successfully caught the attention of the other employees, you heard him calling after you almost immediately. It was not your intention to raise attention towards you. You did your best to immediately leave, trying your best of seeing up until where your feet can take you. A few more sharp turns and you finally found yourself standing in front of the two large elevators of the building. But luck was nowhere near you due to the fact that the elevator just passed your floor and continued descending down.

When you heard the click of his shoes on the tiled floors, you immediately turned towards the fire exit and concealed yourself there. You were several floors up, wearing high heels and a coat. All of it contributing to the very uncomfortable feeling building up your system. Against the darkness of the panic stairs, you gently let out the rake of sobs that you held in the moment you witnessed his extremely treacherous act.

Who was she? Was what you thought first. She was not familiar. You have not seen her around your man before. Was she new? Where did he meet her? Questions bombarded your mind as you descended down the stairs, the only sound echoing was the click of your heels against the uneven cemented floors. Each step you take, the further blur your eyes have become. Your tears were now an uncontrolled mass raiding your eyes and falling down to your cheeks like a massive outbreak.

You weren’t exactly watching and was not paying any attention to your way because the moment you took another step down, the heel on one of your shoes snapped, causing you to lose your balance and fall down with your back hitting the concrete first. You inhaled a sharp breath as you winced in pain from the extremely painful contact your body had with the hard floor.
Now, you weren’t so sure what was more painful: falling down the stairs or watching your lover cheat on you.

You laid there for a moment, blankly staring at the never ending spiral of the staircase as it ascended up. You were not sure what floor you were in now and you’re positive you broke a bone or two. You tried to move the ankle that you tripped and winced once more when you felt it sting when you moved. You shifted so you can see your lower body, your upper body getting numb by the minute. You saw that your stocking was ripped and blood started gushing out of a freshly opened wound.

“Oh god …” You exhaled when you felt something warm started falling down your face once more. “Stupid! This is so stupid of me.”

From the silent wash of your tears, your whimpers grew more into an audible cry. You couldn’t even move your body due to severe pain. It was a good thing you did not break your head from the fall or else you could’ve have died then and there. You just realized that you almost died and that no one came to save you. That thought just made your tears fall more and more.

Then, you heard a loud creak of a door a floor up from where you fell. Loud footsteps came rushing down and a silhouette of a man came into view. You were not so sure but judging from his smell, you immediately knew who it was. You panicked and tried your best to stand up but your body was not responding to your wishes. Instead, it screamed hurt and fracture everywhere.

“Damn.” You heard a low growl of curses as you felt his presence by your side. He was wearing that goddamn tuxedo set you personally chose for him and the very clothing he wore when he almost kissed another woman tonight. Just from the thought made you cry harder, using your injured body as an excuse for the massive pain that attacked your chest.

Sshh, stop crying. I’m here now, love. I’ll help you.” Jumin gently cooed as he wrapped his strong arms around your body. You wanted to protest but you weren’t so sure about doing so due to your injured state. Instead, you flailed your arms, trying to shake his hold off of you.

“Leave!” You roared but a strained voice came out instead. And from that strained voice came a pleading tone.
“Please … Leave. Leave me alone … I beg you, Jumin. I don’t need you!

You felt your hand accidentally slap his face that caused him to immediately stop his actions. You blearily watched how his jaw tightened while he closed his eyes, his face facing the opposite direction. You heard him swallow hard as if he was trying to regain his composure back and understand your outburst.

How dare he!, you thought.

“Ah. I should have seen that one coming.” He said, his voice low and steady. Then, he brought his gaze back to you and you saw the amount of guilt that flashed through his slate grey hues. You saw much he regretted whatever you saw the moment you came in.
“I’m very sorry you had to … witness that. She’s a client, a very important one.”

You scoffed at the casual tone he gave you. Very far from the look he just gave. Almost too unemotional and uncaring, as if the emotions you saw flick through his eyes were nothing but a front and a lie.

“Is this how you deal with your business partners? Flirt them in, trap them and close the deal in between their legs?” You began, incredulously putting words on his mouth. You bit your lower lip when you heard him release a frustrated sigh. You felt him stand up as he carefully supported your weight on his arms.

Watching him under the low red light of the emergency sign plastered on the walls and the darkness that succumbed you both heightened his features. One look at his face and he’ll obviously become your next mistake. Just by being under his presence always leaves you breathless, intoxicated and drunk in love. But the calm anger you’ve hidden deep inside your heart finally started to resurface as you released a low growl of rage.

He temporarily flicked his gaze at you as he slowly ascended the stairs, seemingly taking you back the way he came in.

“It is true, what they said about you … About how you behave with your clients. I-I never believed any of those …” You began, your voice eerily calm. Even you were very afraid of your own self slowly bursting from uncontrolled fury. Your accusations came out straight like bullets fired from a gun. “You only want love if it’s torture. You have no mercy. You didn’t even consider the fact that you have me.”

He remained silent, not even a word of curtsy as a reply was made. He stopped just in front of a metal door. You noticed, though his face was blank, he had a very troubled and vulnerable look on his eyes. Then, he hovered his gaze on your face as he licked his lower lip.

“Indeed, I am. You have come to love a monster.” You heard him reply, his expression now dark and unreadable. “I am the nightmare you must have mistakenly thought to be a daydream.”
As if he was trying to conceal something from you, trying to hide a dark truth deep within, those words left an impression on you. He voiced out the doubts that enveloped your thoughts.
He was slowly showing something you knew that is a part of him you couldn’t touch.

Despite you being together with him, there are aspects of his life you haven’t even seen a glimpsed of. Despite working with him, there are rumors and words going on and about of how he manages the business, how he successfully closes deals. Despite every high and low you experienced with him, all the sweet memories you had with him, all the waking moments you could ever remember with his side, all the countless breakfast you spent with him, the Jumin in front of you was not a part of them. The Jumin right now was far from the man you have come accustomed to. This was different.
He was deeper, darker, scarier and more complex.
He felt different.

And you couldn’t help but ask yourself: Is the high worth the pain?


Yoosung

“MC?! Wait, I-I can-” You heard his voice say as he scrambled up and hurriedly blocked your way just in case you did something rash towards the other girl in this room. He knew you too well.

“Shut up.” You cut him off with gritted teeth. Your eyes darted back and forth at the scared looking girl on your sofa and towards your boyfriend who looked like he would cry any moment. Then a bittersweet smile graced your features as you held up the Anniversary Gift you worked so hard to get for him.

You saw how his eyes widened upon the recognizing what you were holding. Yoosung’s mouth dropped open as he stared at the very thing you knew he wanted ever since.

“See this?” You said, a smirk now evident on your face. You saw how he desperately tried to stop whatever you were planning to do by looking at you. You both had practiced talking with your eyes and if you weren’t too consumed by anger right now upon the betrayal he did to you, you would still find the connection between you and him to be very endearing.
Now, it’s just plain stupid.

“MC … Please, calm down. S-she’s not my mistress- I-I’m not cheating on you! I-I, this, uhm-” Your hands worked on the murder, your ears tingling in anger upon hearing his poorly made excuse. What did he want you to do? Believe a blatant lie when there is a concrete evidence in front of you? He looked so desperate, his amethyst orbs begging you to at least listen to what he was about to say.
“Please, honey, listen to me … I-I only meant well! I-I know this situation isn’t as clever as it looks b-but I-”

A humorless laughter escaped your mouth as you shook your head. You knew he was not that good at lying, that’s the only trait that is bad about him. That’s why, no matter what came out of his mouth, you were not able to believe him. You slowly and harshly ripped the item at your hand, crushing his dreams in front of him. And with the nastiest smile you could ever muster, you said with controlled anger,
“Happy Anniversary. Enjoy it with her.”

You marched out of his house and slammed the door hard enough for it to break. You collectively wiped your tears as you walked aimlessly down the road, realizing you had nowhere to go. The night was growing deeper and the streets were growing quiet by the second. The weather had just taken a turn for the worst as well. You just didn’t know what to do anymore, walking outside the streets under the rain, wanting to never be found.

The raindrops and your tears mixed once you tilted your head up to stare at the positively dark sky which didn’t have any signs of stopping the current downpour. You can hear faint screeches of car tires as they sped up to wherever they might be headed. Who cares now, anyway? The roof caved in and the truth came out and now you’re stuck in the middle, not knowing what would be your next steps.

You are positively hurt, for sure, for the scene you caught kept replaying itself inside your head. He was with another woman, someone else got to sit and cuddle with him on your favorite spot, he was laughing with someone else, enjoying the things you do together. The things that only you two were supposed to do. The thought of him enjoying himself and the one he’s with kept stabbing you in the back, the agony piercing your chest like the world’s finest blade intended for a kill.

“Yoosung …” You murmured his name as a fresh batch of wet tears flooded once more, the liquid mixing with the raindrops falling on your face.
“How can you do this …”

The thought itself made you sick in the stomach, about how easily he had played you within his grasp. You were looking forward so much with your anniversary, too. But it seems it was only you who cared for this relationship after all. Where did his promises go? Where did his words run off to? He said he’d do anything for you, asking you for a chance to show you how much of a man he is by taking care of your heart and that all he asks is one chance to show it. That, for everything he does, he only meant well for you.

From the corner of your eye, you saw a figure running towards you, an umbrella on his hand. From the heavy downpour and noisy raindrops, you can faintly hear his voice calling out for you, worry lacing his tone. For a moment, you felt your heart skipped a beat as it pounded hard with new found hope and happiness. He came after you! But the bitter, hurt bitch in you was quick to cut that happiness short.

Your pace quickened when you felt like the distance between the two of you grew shorter, smaller and gradually turning into just several feet apart. You didn’t care where you’re going so long as you’d be away from him.
Not now, not yet, you thought. You panicked, trying to find an escape from him in that relatively close proximity. You didn’t see where you were going; you were much more busy trying to evade him.

“MC! Wait! Wait for me!” You can almost hear him clearly now, the reverberating sound of his footsteps from hard concrete to puddled waters echoed the empty streets, signalling his upcoming presence. You were quick to move as you ran on the opposite direction of where he was coming from, not a care given to where your feet might take you.

Not a care to the world nor even to your own welfare.
And not a care given even when the moment came that a truck was fast approaching towards you, its headlights flashing a warning, its tires screeching as it was unable to halt in time.
It’s going to hit you.

Your ears rang and the world around you seemed to stop that very moment until you felt someone shove you out of the way. Your eyes were wide open, as if it was a camera lens that intended to record everything that happened. You felt your body crashing down the hard asphalt. You watched at how the umbrella he was holding flew to the distance, his body coming in contact with truck’s hood. You watched at how far he rolled off, his body rolling like a bowling ball due to the impact. You watched at how he came crashing down the street to a pile of empty trash cans by a broken lamp post.

You stared in horror as everything unfolded before you in slow motion.
You watched at how Yoosung caught the blow for you, at how his body flew a few meters away like a rag doll. You were frozen in shock even when the truck driver hurriedly came to ask for your well-being, his words barely even audible to your ears. Your eyes darted from his favorite umbrella that he brought and to his limp body down the street.

“Let’s get you guys treated!” The driver worriedly and hurriedly said as he now ran towards the body of a certain blond on the pile of trash. Your mouth went agape, your body unable to produce a single movement.
And slowly … you started to stand up … your mind directing you to move like you were in a trance.

Yoosung … Yoosung … Yoosung …
You kept on chanting his name until you were able to reach him, the driver of the truck trying to give him first aid. You watched at how he inspected him for other wounds. You stared at his arm that looked like it was badly twisted from the hit. You stared at how blood came rushing down his head and how his favorite LOLOL shirt got ripped on several parts, wounds and bruises now becoming evident against his pale skin.

You fell to your knees, now unable to withhold your scream. You screamed. And screamed. And screamed. Feeling the world caving in on you.
You screamed and screamed until there was nothing left in you but agony and torture.

You thought about his promises. And how he only want to mean well. About how he wanted to show how much of a man he was for you.
Was this it? Was this how he intended to show you how much of a man he was?
No, this wasn’t. This was your own fault. 


Saeyoung

You only intended to stay just for a little while, really. You didn’t want to be seen by him the moment he comes home. After all, he thinks you’re still not back from whatever hell hole you disappeared into. You only told him you’d be back on the day of his birth and it isn’t until tomorrow. You stared blankly at the robot dog he programmed, its robotic voice yapping at you. You watched at how it wagged its metallic tail, seemingly asking you to play with it. With your bags by your side, you smiled sadly as you ran a hand through the dog’s metallic head.

“He needs to work on your fur lining more, lil’ bud.” You said as the dog happily leaned in to your touch. You clearly remembered the day when Saeyoung started this dog project of his and now only a few accents remained for it to be completed. You knew you wouldn’t be here anymore to see it fully complete.

You were sitting on the sofa as you heaved a sigh. The scenario you saw back there playing inside your mind on repeat, like a stupid, repetitive video. You remembered how that woman touched your Saeyoung and how he responded to it. How he kissed her the way he kissed you and how utterly disgusted you feel whenever you remember the feeling of the very same lips he used on her on your very own.

You’ve been crying since you got home and your eyes are already complaining from the astounding amount of tears you can produce. You couldn’t find anything wrong with the two of you, for him to commit such act. You tried to rake your head for any possible faults or even situations for him to act that way but you couldn’t remember. If there was something wrong, he had always been good at hiding it. He was always good with hiding.

You heard the click of the front door and you immediately panicked. Your eyes then darted at your wrist watch and found that you’ve been lost in thought for nearly two hours. No wonder he’s finally home.
But before you could even do anything such as conceal yourself from him, the lights finally opened and he was already standing in front of you, eyes wide in surprise.

“Sweetie?! Ohh! It’s really you!” He called out, his voice raising with excitement and happiness. He immediately ran towards you, even forgetting to remove his shoes on the door step. You felt his warm embrace around your frame as he lifted you up and twirled you around. In any other day, the gesture would be extremely cute. But right now, you didn’t really feel anything else but restrained anger.

Anger for him. And anger for yourself.

The moment he put you down, his grin was from ear to ear. Your eyes traveled to watch his features and they showed no sign of remorse or guilt upon the betrayal you witness him do just a few hours ago. Saeyoung was not the insensitive type when it comes to feeling around and when you didn’t respond to him like the way you used to, it didn’t take him math to put things together. You saw how his expression changed from happiness to an unreadable brood.

Then he looked away from you, his golden honey hues turning gloom. For a moment you saw pain and hesitation in them. But it was quick to go. Upon biting his lower lip, he distanced himself and asked the question you didn’t expect him to admit.
“You saw that, didn’t you?”

If only there were more possible ways to break a heart then that’s what would be happening to you this instant. You weren’t able to deny it. You weren’t able to come up with any lie regarding your current actions. And instead, you slowly succumbed to painful admission.

“Yeah … I did.” Your voice found itself out with a small, unsteady tone. You bit your lower lip in order to stop any incoming sobs when you finally felt your eyes sting from getting wet once more.

You heard him sigh as he walked over towards the kitchen. You heard few shuffling here and there, the sound of something opening and closing until he came back in front of you. You watched at how he handed you a bottled water and offered his handkerchief as well. You scrunched your face at the gesture, puzzlement and question invading your system.
Was he playing with you?

“Wipe your tears then leave.” He declared, his voice void of anything else but cold command. You tilted your head up to see how his face was now void of any emotions. How he felt far from the Saeyoung you knew. Though at least you knew him well enough that he might just be restricting himself from something.
The coldness in him bites hard.

“C-Can I at least know why … you did it?” You asked, trying your best to not let the whimper in your tone be that obvious. One by one, tears started falling again from your eyes as you desperately wiped them with your bare fingers. You didn’t accept the things he gave you. He was always like this - giving mixed signals. His actions were always the opposite of what he’s saying. Just like how he told you he likes you before but forbid you to get close to him.

“I don’t know why you even stuck with me up to this date.” He began, his voice eerily calm and quiet. He raked a cool look over you, his expression bored and angry. “Didn’t I tell you before? I don’t want you clinging to me. I don’t want your presence near me. I don’t need your love. I don’t your sympathy. I don’t need your feelings. You shouldn’t have come close to me.”

“W-what are you even saying? We’ve been together for a while now! W-why are you bringing this up again? And now, all of a sudden?” Your voice rattled as you took a step closer, trying to square up his gaze. The look on his face didn’t change. Instead, it worsened.
Until you no longer can see the traces of the Saeyoung you knew.

“This is me telling you to get lost, MC.” He said, a chilly grin forming on his lips. Even his voice sounded foreign due to the intensity of its frigid tone. “You’re free to go. I’m now cutting whatever reasons you have for staying with me.”

Your system couldn’t help it anymore as you raked a sob in front of him. You didn’t care if he viewed you now as a weak individual. The pain of witnessing him cheat on you, him admitting to committing the deed and his harsh words while pushing you away were the catalysts of it all. You never thought your broken heart could get any more broken than it already is.
But here you are. Unable to pick up the shards he broke.

Without any further words said, you cried your heart out as you dazedly picked up your bags from where you left it. The mechanical dogbot was now licking your shoes, as if it can actually sympathize with you. You never glanced back at him again upon making your way out of his home.
And out of his life.
And what broke any hope you had in you was the fact that he truly has no intention to come running after you. To take you back. To tell you it was just a badly orchestrated prank. He will not go after you anymore.
Not ever and certainly not in this lifetime.

But his last words didn’t escape your hearing before you fully left, before you fully shut the door behind you and before you finally close everything that was connecting him to you.
The words that stirred up confusion inside your heart.

“That’s right, walk away. Save yourself from this heart ache. Go now before it’s too late, sweetie. I’m sorry. You shouldn’t be with me. You should never be.”

And the very words that raced a question inside your mind.
Why won’t he let you in?
Why would he let you walk away?

Happier - Jughead Jones

Request: Hi there! I’ve been obsessed with Happier by Ed Sheeran lately. I was wondering if maybe you could do one where Jughead and the Reader broke up and Betty and Jug are together and maybe the readers a singer and she sings the song at a show or something? Thank youuu 💕💕 You writing is amazing btw

@satanwithstardust also wrote a fic based on this song, you should go and read it because she’s bae kthxbye :3 oh and uhh this goes out to… my mother! @betty-coopers-number-one-stan 

Warnings: saddish :c

Hope this was okay, and thank you so much!

Words: 2,302

It had been a month and you still found yourself huddled up in your duvet, trying to keep your mind off of recent events by listening to Hamilton and Divide on repeat. Said recent events included a certain boy who’s name used to make your cheeks heat up and your smile bloom wide. 

Currently, the name sent a spear of repentance, grief and anguish through you, practically embedding itself in your heart so you could hear it tear in two.

Keep reading

how long has it been

Originally posted by iheartgot

pairing: Jon Snow x Reader

summary:  When Y/N and Jon leave each other and their feelings for The Wall and King’s Landing, They go through hell and back, but when they meet back after rumours of their deaths, things start to become tense.

words: 3.1k

part 2

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There they were all 5 Stark children along with Jon Snow were sitting near the skirts of the lush forest along with their loyal companions the Y/L/N children.

Y/N was the Eldest among the 3 siblings, she had flowing h/c locks that went right down to the curves of her bum. Her eyes were as bright s the sky and had a e/c hue to them. She hunted like most of the men and fought like a true warrior on the battlefield. She had near to most of the men of the north grazing over her skills and presence, but it seemed like she had eyes for only one suitor.

Next was Stefan, the proud but shy son of House Y/L/N. He had shaggy golden mops of hair atop of his freckled face, his auburn eyes burned deep into any book he could find and only at 14, he was one of the cleverest and smartest people in the whole of Westeros. Unlike his older sister, Stefan preferred to stay huddled up in a cosy room with the fire crackling instead of learning to wield a sword in the harsh cold.

The youngest child was a little girl with the name of Grayce, though she was small, she had an ever burning energy. Grayce’s wild blonde hair would flow in and out of her mouth as she sprinted around her Mother. She would run with her sister when she went out to hunt for supper that evening and begged her brother to place the books somewhere else and direct his focus onto her ever growing attention.

The Y/L/N and Stark children never left each other’s side. If you saw one House heirs walking down, you find the opposite child pacing next to them. Most of the Time Grayce played with little Rickon and Arya, Stefan stayed close to Bran and Sansa; who he might have something for, While Y/N would constantly play around with Robb and Jon. Out of all of them, Y/N and Jon had the closest relationship, they would spend most nights together sharing secrets and chuckling close to the warm heat of the fire.

The Pair had become quite the friends over the years, Jon had even opened up to her about his heritage, all Y/N would do is look him deep in his dark eyes and simply state that she didn’t think as Jon as The Bastard Of Ned Stark but instead as Jon Snow, A wanting Ranger of the Night’s Watch. Jon would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought of Y/N more times than he should’ve. he couldn’t help it though, the way she treated him with nothing but respect and honesty made his cold heart thaw up, even her name sent Jon over the edge in a matter of seconds.

Arya and Bran stood idly by one another in front of the hay archery target, standing right behind them was Jon and Robb has the helped aided the pair to the best of their abilities. Stefan, Sansa, Rickon, and Grayce watched cautiously at the two at a near by tall, old willow tree that offered total shade to the group.

Bran had struggled through the whole process, barely hitting the target once, he hasn’t even hit the board yet, but at least the boy is trying his hardest. Arya, on the other hand, had shot a mere 6 arrows in the centre of the aim.

“Bran, how many times do we have to say this, stop staring at Grayce and Focus boy,” Robb chuckled lowly as he bent down to Bran’s height and placed two firm hands on Bran’s delicate shoulders.

“Where’s Y/N when ya need ‘er,” Jon joked quietly, slightly nudging his brother as he brushed his dark curls out of his eyes.

Suddenly a spotted grey horse came sprinting through the thick trees, though they didn’t get a clear view of the rider, they all instantly recognized the horse as a familiar girl’s trusted stallion; Grey Hoard. The horse turned to face the group of children and revealed the devilish girl holding a handful of squirrels and a beaming smile on her flawless face, sending small vibrations through Jon’s stomach.

Y/N quickly slid off her majestic steed and bounced towards the crowd, still with bright eyes.

“ I brought squirrels,” Y/N laughed as she placed the animals next to her younger brother’s satchel.

“I can see,” Sansa replied in a faulting voice, “remind me why you needed to go out and find yourself a family of squirrels?” she gagged as adverted her eyes up to Y/N’s E/C orbs instead of the carcasses below.

“Supper, dear Sansa,” Y/ smirked widely at the auburn haired girl.

“The mighty Y/N returns,” Robb proclaimed as he bowed towards the giggling girl as she made her way over to the patch of Starks.

“Miss me that much Stark?” Y/N laughed loudly as Bran shot another poorly loosed arrow at a nearby branch.

“Gods Bran, what has your brother been teaching you?” Y/N spoke sarcastically as she strode towards the young lord.

“Only the best archery in the whole of The Seven Kingdoms,” Robb joked as he turned to his brother beside him, Y/N simply scoffed in disagreement before turning her attention to the faulting boy.

“Relax Bran, you’re putting too much stress on your shooting arm,” Y/N spoke softly as her slender fingers danced over Bran’s thin forearm and her face came up next to his, “Use the wind to your favour,”

Bran’s fingers finally let the arrow fly free and it struck straight in the middle of the target. Off near the tree the other cheered and clapped for the boy as Bran took an egotistical bow towards the howling group of children.

“And that’s why you get me to teach you,” Y/N giggled as she ruffled Bran’s straw strands. The whole pack chuckled in amusement and agreement.

“What about me,” Arya whined desperately as she shot another arrow into the middle of the target before turning to face Y/N with big eyes.

“Arya, you’re bloody natural, you require no such training,” Y/N smiled brightly at the young girl as she walked towards the batch of kids, she was just about to place herself net to Rickon when one of her father’s men ran up to her.

“Lady Y/N, your father, and Lord Stark wish to speak with you,” he spoke quietly and harshly.

“Tell them, I’ll speak with them in a moment,” Y/N groaned as she gripped her sword tightly.

“They want you, now,” the man breathed out once again in a distracting voice as he cracked during his sentence. Y/N simply whined and approached Grey Hoard and mounted him.

“Don’t let your brother fuck him up,” Y/N smirked proudly to Jon before she rode off towards the castle and leaving him with a love struck smile, a tight chest and teasing siblings.

-

“You wished to speak with me Lord Stark,” Y/N spoke highly as she titled her head towards Eddard as she paced down the long hallway towards The Lord himself.

“Yes, as You know House Stark and House Y/L/N have been loyal allies since the beginning,” Ned started as he placed the familiar firm Stark hand on Y/N femininely clad shoulder.

“We have served you and your house with honour for decades, my lord,” Y/N spoke softly as she looked down at her closed in shoes.

“And you’ll continue to do so,” Ned smiled as she lit up in excitement.

“What are you insisting my lord?” Y/N beamed brightly.

“I’m heading towards King’s Landing, the south is full of vipers that’ll do anything to get what the want, I need someone who has my back all the time,” He warmly spoke to her as Y/N tried her best to compose herself in front of Eddard. “I wouldn’t want anyone else for this,”

“It would be my pleasure to serve House Stark for another generation,” Y/N bowed slowly.

“Wonderful, We set track at noon,” Eddard boomed as he stomped away from her and Y/N simply bounced away, a spring in every step.

-

Y/N  was at the gates of Winter fell standing tall and proud as her true fantasy is finally coming to a reality. She was there with her fellow guards, The Lord and Lady Stark abroad two beautiful snowy horse, Sansa and Robb had accompanied the parents on their journey while the other Stark Children stayed behind along with Jon Snow.

“Do you have to go?” Grayce whined as she tugged at her older sister’s uniform softly.

“Yes Grayce, but I’ll be back before you know it,” Y/N smiled weakly as a tear slipped back her long lashes and onto the little girl’s soft cheeks. Grayce clung even harder to her, snaking her tiny arms around Y/N toned thigh squeezing tightly at the skin. Y/N turned to the rest of her family, sure she didn’t feel a lot of comfort from her parents: but they still gave her life, she told them she would write to them as much as they could. Finally, she turned her younger brother, she placed a firm hand on his shoulder and looked deep in her golden irises, “Stefan, I know you may not like what I’m about to say, but you need to learn how to wield a sword,” Y/N told him quietly and sternly.

“Anything,” Stefan spoke softly as he nodded his locks and walked back over to his mother.

It was the time to say her goodbye to her long-time friend and companion, Jon. She felt her heart slowly splitting in two as she saw the brooding man make his way over to her. Her stomach did flips and bounces, as his dark eyes locked with her bright ones. Sure the pair have had their ups and downs and Y/N knew that Jon would just see her as a loyal friend to the end, but they way he swung his sword at his opponents during their training made her knees weak.

“I guess this is goodbye,” Jon spoke weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck and adverted his gaze elsewhere

“You know we’ll meet again once we travel back North after Sansa’s wedding,” Y/N tried to make this whole situation lighter but failed miserably. Tears threatened to spill past her lids but she hid them behind her lashes, although she wanted to profess her love for the Stark bastard before riding off she would disgrace her family’s name by her foolish actions, so she simply kept the fateful words to herself.

“We won’t,” Jon spoke harshly as he peered up at her with his dark eyes but this time they were filled with anguish and suffering.

“What?” Y/N choked out, her E/C orbs fell right into his.

“I’m joining The Night’s Watch, Although I won’t be returning for much of my remaining life, I’ll finally be free of my bastard name,” Jon explained quietly, his orbs searched for anything in Y/N’s ones. Silence and tension filled the air, for the first time in what felt like an eternity Jon finally spoke up, “What do you suppose of that,” Y/N said nothing but instead ran right into his arms, squeezing him tightly as she brought her lips up to his ear.

“Be safe and don’t forget me,” Y/N sobbed quietly into his shoulder as she hugged him for longer than she should’ve, Jon arms had already snaked around her curved waist and brought back the feeling in her lower back.

“Of course and Never,” Jon replied with a small smile, Y/N simply placed her warm lips on Jon’s cold cheek, pressing a small kiss to the area before she walked away and rode away with the rest of them, leaving her feelings behind in Winterfell and with Jon.

-

Y/N has escaped another close encounter with guarded men for what felt like the millionth time. She had been on the run since the death of Robb. She felt guilty for his death, if she hadn’t have warned him sooner he would be alive and well, living a wonderful life with his son and wife.

She couldn’t go back home, All of her family were dead, killed right in front of her face. Frey’s men had snuck in, right at midnight at set their home a light, killing all of them, while Y/N was tied up right outside.

Frey’s men had nicked her after the Red Wedding, as she was one of the only people to survive, they tortured her, raped her until she was a heap of blood, sweat, and tears. The memories had etched their way into her mind and would never crawl their way out.

Currently, Y/N had been sitting a comfortable wooden stool and a large pint of Ale, her e/c were gazing out the window, snow falling gracefully against the clear glass, reminding her of the better and more happier times back at Winterfell. Y/N heard a quiet squeak next to her, her orbs danced over to the origin of the sound, to see a small and timid man sitting idly by her.

“So pretty girl,” The man started as he placed his elbow on the splintered table and smirked widely. “Why don’t you give me a smile,” Y/N turned her face to meet his. There sliding down her cheek was a red angry scar, it was irritated and swollen, Y/N wondered how it hadn’t got infected yet. The man flinched back at the sight of the slash and retracted any props to her presence.

“I’ll give you a smile when you get the fuck out of my face,” Y/N sneered and she sipped at her finished Ale.

“How in the hell did you get that?” the man almost shouted, Y/N thought he would start pointing at her sore. She simply rolled her eyes at him and slowly drew her silver sword at him.

“Here want me to show you,” Y/N smirked widely, she pressed the cold metal into his skin almost drawing blood, the man scurried away in fear, she was about to strike him when out the corner of her eye she spotted two much bigger men stand their ground. Although Y/N knew she could take them, she decided to save her energy for a much bigger threat, especially if she was riding north.

Quickly Y/N drew her sword back into its leather holder, threw her payment on the table and stomped out of the Tavern.

“For fuck’s sake, is there not one good place to get some Ale,” Y/N whined as she for what felt like the hundredth time, she mounted her house that she has had for more than 3 years. The Horse softly nudged its head upwards to Y/N, telling her it was hungry.

“Don’t you fret boy, I got you your favourite,” Y/N smiled brightly, she snuck her hand under her thick coat and pulled out a red and ripe apple. Pleased with himself the stallion happily chomped the fruit away from Y/N hand and started trotting in the same pace.

-

Though she knew, what she was doing was wrong, but she had to do it. There in all, its glory stood the mighty walls of Winterfell. Y/N had dismounted her house and slowly paced towards the entrance.

She hesitated on whether she should greet her old friends or not. Would they mark her as their brother’s and father’s murderer or not. She had so many concerned that he simply whisked them away and entered the gates.

As soon as Y/N felt the cool normal breeze against her face, a small smile adorned her face as she finally felt safe and welcomed, after 2 long, terrible years he finally had a place to call her own.

Y/N started to address the place a bit closer now, she had noticed, some arrows sticking out the corner of the stone walls, she also saw men laying on the ground wailing for their life. Quickly Y/N raced over to one of them and helped them to sit up. Y/N had helped his drink a special concoction she had traded.

After that Y/N had got back onto her feet and watched the man slowly soft crying for help and started to breathe normal and nod his head towards her for gratification.

Y/N was about to start walking away from the man when a light voice was calling out her name, she had swivelled around to see a young woman with bright red-hair charging towards her. When Y/N caught sight of her cold eyes, she as well started running towards the girl at full speed until they meet one another. The two women embraced each other in a tight hug.

“I thought you died along side my brother,” Sansa sighed into Y/N neck as her delicate hands gripped at Y/N waist.

“I wish I did,” Y/N whined as she pulled away and looked deeply at Sansa’s snow kissed face.

“You did everything you could,” Sansa replied automatically, running her hand across Y/N deep sore. “You must come with me, there is someone you have to see,” Sansa finished as she pulled Y/N wrist and dragged her up the stairs and into a small room. There in the corner was a tall man that was draped in similar fur coats as Sansa, and his dark locks were pulled into a tight bun, immediately signalling Y/N’s stomach to do so many flips that she thought it was slip up into her mouth.

“Jon,” Sansa warm voice filled the air as even his name alone brought tears to her eyes. The man turned around slowly, the sound of the leather against leather made Jon more brooding than the past times she had seen him. 2 years ago she saw him as a shy timid boy, but now he was tall handsome king.

Y/N didn’t waste any time on talking to Jon in between the few seconds of silence but instead, she had sprinted towards him and embraced him in a heartwarming hug, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and his ruggish beard tickling her chin.

After a small minute, his arm had snaked around her waist and brought back the tight grip onto her back and pulled her closer into his torso.

“I missed you,” was all that was flung between the two.

-

A Genius Idea {Peter Parker x Fem!Reader}

I’m sorry my requests are coming out so slow. I am never home this time a year. Requests are open!

Prompt: @sassybasiliskvenom : So I want a peter parker x reader and the reader is Tony’s daughter! Also if not too triggering the reader is bullied at school and Peter tells Tony who gathers the Avengers and they come to the school and kinda get really mad at the kids after the kids get really excited because ‘oh my gosh the Avengers are here!’ (oooo and can you please mention them referring to her as like their niece when they come to the school?!) Thank you so much!!

A/N: Honestly my favorite thing is Peter falling for Tony’s daughter so this is perfect. And I tried to work the niece thing but it didn’t come out the way you asked but it’s there.

I also took the liberty of putting the Avengers back together so a little disclaimer

Warnings: bullying (very minor), language, cheesy

Originally posted by gryffinclaw-in-wilde-times

You sat in the parking lot for 15 minutes. You were still trying to muster up enough courage to walk into school. There was no way you were going to be able to survive the day without one of them coming over and attempting to ruin your life in increasingly creative ways. 

Finally, after 5 more minutes of trying to convince yourself, you walked into school. The day was going well, too well. And gym class was the perfect time to have it ruined. Now gym class was never a horrible class for you until you met the ever famous gym stars. A gym star is someone who may or may not be an athlete who tries super hard to be impressive in gym class. 5th-period gym was not only filled with overachievers but also the two girls that hated you most. Luckily they spent their time away from you today and you could quietly enjoy a game of volleyball on the opposite side of the gym. The side away from the locker rooms. 

You were unaware of their strike until you open your locker. Your gym bag was full and didn’t fit in your locker so you set it to the side. Giving the girls their chance to ruin your day. MJ walked over to you with a wadded up ball of paper towels. 

“You’re gonna need these,” she said once she passed them to you. You stared at her confused until she pointed towards the toilets. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” your voice was too calm. MJ put her hand on your shoulder trying to calm the storm raging inside. Your shoulders slumped and you went to retrieve your clothes. You literally had to wring them out they were so wet and you couldn’t help but feel a tear run down your cheek. 

You made your way to lunch as bravely as you could. First, it had been words, simple insults nothing you were going to let bother you. But it escalated quickly, honestly, you were starting to believe you deserved it. But at the same time what did you do to deserve any of this?

You slid across the bench next to Peter. He looked at you a frown.

“You do know it’s 15 degrees outside?”

“Yeah I’m well aware,” you snapped at him. He looked at you with concern. You opened your bag and pulled out your soaked jeans. 

“Again?” he asked with sadness in his voice. You nodded slowly. Peter gritted his teeth and sat up straight. “I can’t believe you just go on with your life. How can you let them get away with that? You’re (Y/N) Stark for God’s sake!”

“Peter…”

“(Y/N), I am not going to sit here and let them take advantage of you!” Peter stood up and scanned the cafeteria. You just tugged on his shirt, begging him to sit down. He sat down in a huff. You leaned on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you. 

“It’s ok. I promise,” you said with as much confidence as you could muster. Peter didn’t believe a word but he had a plan.


That evening at the Avenger’s Tower, Peter devised the ultimate plan. He sat down with all of them and explained the situation. Tony was the first to have an outburst.

“And she didn’t tell me!” Tony was pacing. Everyone else looked just as concerned. You were family and they were going to do anything to help. 

“What are we supposed to do? Beat up a bunch of teenage girls?” Natasha asked completely serious. “I’ll do it just tell me who to punch.” Peter shook his head ‘no’, Nat frowned.

“Um, yeah let’s not do that. I was thinking you could just scare them. I know it’s not what you usually do, just do what you do best: protect.”


The next day was great, relatively speaking. You had no idea of Peter’s crazy plan until you pulled into the parking lot that morning. All the Avengers were standing in a pack in front of a crowd of teens. All the kids begging for photos and autographs. Even the people who relentlessly bullied you stood there begging for photos. If only they knew. Sure they knew you were a Stark but they had no idea that you were so close with the others. 

Peter kept walking a huge smile on his face. You, on the other hand, made your way to the crowd. Your dad caught you out of the corner of your eye. Your eyes widen to the size of basketballs. 

‘What are you doing here?’ you mouthed to him. His mask was down but you know he saw you. Kids continued to ask for autographs and photos while Peter walked over to you. Your dad lifted his mask.

“Now you’re probably wondering why we’re all here. Our job as the Avengers is to protect people the evil of the world,” you rolled your eyes, but he kept talking. “Some people here need that protecting from certain evils such as being stuffed in lockers or having their clothes flushed down the toilet. Those who commit such acts will have to deal with us and I really don’t think you want to do that.” Your dad smiled at the girls who had been causing your anguish for the past couple months. They shrunk away, trying to leave unnoticed, while other students looked uncomfortable. Some kids cheered as they watched certain people leave, their guilt apparent. Peter squeezed your hand, you hadn’t even noticed him standing there. He was beaming with happiness and pride.

The Avengers stood and talked with some lingering students. But you began to walk away with Peter still holding your hand.

“Did you plan this?” you asked with a smirk on your lips. 

“I don’t know who planned it but it was definitely the work of a genius.”

“Thank you,” you said quietly. Peter stopped walking and turned to face you.

“You’re very welcome!” he sounded so happy, the pride in his voice evident as well. You leaned in to give him a hug and you rested your head on his shoulder. 

“I love you,” you whispered. But the bell rang and you quickly kissed his cheek. “See you later Peter!”

“See ya- wait what- What was that?! (Y/N)!” he called after you but you were already inside. Peter smiled anyway and whispered to you even though you were already out of sight, “I love you too.”

3

Interview: Attack on Titan’s Trina Nishimura & Yui Ishikawa.

by Zac Bertschy - Anime News Network.


Anime News Network just published an interview with Trina Nishimura and Yui Ishikawa (Mikasa Ackerman’s english and japanese voice actresses) that took place at Anime Expo!

In this interview they talk, among other things, about their work in Season 2, their expectations regarding Season 3, and Mikasa’s relationship with Eren.

Here’s an excerpt of some of the most relevant questions: 


Season 3 is coming next year. Since the manga’s been out for a little while, are the two of you going in blind or have you spoiled yourself for what’s coming next?

Trina: I don’t actually read the manga until after we finish recording because I don’t want to mess anything up and I like to go into each season and each episode fresh, not knowing what’s happened. And it’s awful. (laughs) Because I’m dying to know, and I know she reads the manga so I want to ask her questions, but I don’t want to spoil it. But I’m really excited.

Yui: Yes, I’ve read what happens in the manga in the future.


Is there a moment coming up that you’re the most excited to perform?

Yui: I’ve read what’s available so far, but I try not to reread too much ahead before the production of a season, because if I knew too much of the story, that could get in my way of performing for the story that’s being presented right now. I think that season 3’s going to take us to a certain part of the storyline where we can perhaps expect to see more struggles within humankind than humankind against titans. That story development will probably be very interesting in season 3 and would bring in more mystery to be resolved with some more clarifications on some mysteries. So I’m very excited and looking forward to taking part in season 3.


Season 2 ended with a big moment for Mikasa, when she finally confessed her feelings for Eren. In your opinion, do you think they make a good couple? Some fans say Mikasa needs someone more mature than Eren. What do you think of that?

Yui: Eren is not really reciprocating her feelings right now. So I’m not sure if they’re going to make a good couple at this time. For Mikasa it’s probably a little bit—it’s not enough for her, maybe? But hopefully. At the end, Eren did say to Mikasa “Yes, I’ll put this scarf on you over and over again.” Until that point, Mikasa’s always been chasing after Eren, but that was the first time Eren actually turned to her and said something like that to her instead. So maybe there is hope that they could make it.

Trina: I mean, I hope that they end up together, I hope that he—I don’t want to say “mans up” because that’s inappropriate—but I hope that he calms down a little and they ride off into the sunset together. That moment where she’s not straight-out saying “I love you!” obviously, she’s just kind of expressing how important he is to her and all of her motivation has been to keep him alive. For him, that moment says “I will always be there.” That’s such a touching moment, after the mental anguish of the scene prior, and then turning around and seeing her for the first time was so beautiful, and I hope that it works out, but he’s not the most reliable guy, so who knows?


Okay last question. Is the wait between seasons as hard for you as it is for the fans? Do you wish that it was a little bit more often than a year between twelve episode chunks?

Trina: Every day. I only know what the fans go through from what they tell me, and they’re very excited, and some even angry. Like, it’s not my fault! But it’s awful. It’s like the worst. I’ll talk to the English dub director, Mike McFarland, and I’m like “Is it here yet? Do we have it yet? Is it next month?” And he’s like “I don’t know, stop asking.” I’ll text him randomly, “Hey happy Tuesday. When’s it coming?” I’m very excited, very excited.

Yui: Yes, there were four years between season 1 and 2, however during that four years, the cast of Attack on Titan in Japan worked on a lot of different projects, games and various events and various collaborations, and also there was Attack on Titan: Junior High, so it didn’t feel like there was actually four years of waiting, because we were always involved somewhat. So it felt like when season 2 was decided it was like “oh finally!” but it also didn’t feel like it took four years. And within that four years, we had a deepened understanding of the characters, and I think we were able to bring that to season two and make it better, hopefully.


You can read the full interview here at Anime News Network.

I Slapped Your Ass in Greeting

John Laurens x Reader, ft. Alexander Hamilton

Modern AU

Author: Lil Lambie

Words: 1984

Warnings: Mild swearing, social anxiety, butt slapping mentions of alcohol, and violence

Request: (Anon) :I thought you were my friend so I slapped your ass in greeting AU please!

A/N: At first I didn’t think I’d be able to do this one, but I totally fell in love with it and it all game together. I love this one so much. As for the anon, that brought up our faults in our schedules, I’m really sorry. We are really going to try and stick to the schedule this week, unlike last week which was awful. Enjoy!


“Excuse me, excuse me.” you whispered as you tried to navigate the crowd. Your friends had abandoned you and you were left in a terrifying crowd of punks. You were sure that they were all nice once you got to know them, but they were intimidating from the outside, and you could barely speak because you were choked up with fear.

You shifted with the long line to the concert. You popped in your earbuds and tried to calm down and listen to some music. You texted your friends, begging for them to come back or at least take you home.

They were your ride, and as of now, you would have to find a way home. You frowned when you glanced down at your battery. It was already below 50%. You envisioned yourself in the worst possible scenario, getting thrown into the mosh pit, suffocating from beer, smoke, body heat, and of course social anxiety.

At the thought of this, you turned up the music a little louder, trying to drown out your thoughts. It was getting dark and the concert was about to begin. You had no idea what you were going to do. You considered hiding and crying in a restroom for majority of the concert and hope your phone had enough battery to call someone to pick you up.

“Hey, sexy!” you felt a swift slap across your butt.

Your face instantly turned red. Every part of your body turned red hot. Anxiety coursing through your veins.  Your heart pounded in your chest. Your stomach dropped.

“Ohmygod!” you turned around to see a man, completely red staring at his hand and back at you. “Ohmygod. I am so sorry. I thought you were-I-I.”

You stared at disbelief at the man. He was short and had curly dark hair, that poofed under his red baseball cap. The cap was torn and frayed on the edges with a bit of sweat around the bill. His freckles were like stars compared to his red tomato face.

“I am so so so so sorry! I thought you were my friend and I-”

“Your girlfriend?” you blurted out.

“What? No. My boy-I mean my best friend. Alex. Alexander Hamilton? He’s about yeah high,” he waved the air just below his neck, “full of angst, anger, long dark hair but smooth. Kinda like mine but straight.”

You laughed.

“What? Excuse me?”

You blushed. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to…” you looked down and tried to avoid his eyes.

“What’s so funny?” he asked in a joking tone.

“Nothing, it’s just… you started out saying boyfriend, then you said he was straight and you said you have curly hair-which I mean you do, it’s beautiful-but then it was like the implied joke that you know you aren’t straight and ohmygod I’ll shut up. I’m sorry.” you were rambling and your words jumbled into one, long, run on sentence.

You expected him to yell or defend himself.

He replied with a grin and laughed. He extended his hand. “I’m John. John Laurens. You can call me, J, J La, Laurens, Johnny, Jonathan, frankly you can call me whatever you like.” he chuckled. You took his hand and shook it tentatively.

“I think I’ll just stick with John…J La.” you laughed.

He smirked. “So forgive me, let’s forget about my friend for one moment. But, you seem like a fish out of water here.”

You laughed and nodded. You and John walking to keep up with the moving line. “Yeah, I came with some friends but they ditched me. Also, they were my ride. So, I’m kind of just stuck here. This night has been pretty awful so far.”

“Well, that’s nothing a few beers, dancing, and good music can’t fix.” he smiled.

“Shouldn’t you find your friend, Alex, or something?”

“Nah, he’s fine. Probably lecturing some poor old punk about classic rock and such. He actually kind of likes heavy metal, but I dragged him here with me.” John pointed to his shirt, pointing at the Aerosmith logo. “I love classic rock. But yeah, he’s probably fine. You wouldn’t mind sticking with me would you? I just..I just don’t want you to get lost or overwhelmed because your friends were such assholes-oh,” John blushed, “sorry, that wasn’t my place.”

You shake your head. “You weren’t wrong.” you sighed. “But, I guess I’ll have to take you up on that offer, considering that I well have no one else except me, myself and I.”

John smirked back at you. “You wouldn’t mind if I held your hand then?” he blushed. “Ya, know…so that we don’t get separated or anything…”

“No, not at all.” you threw your hand into his. A warm feeling washed over your body. It wasn’t anxiety anymore. You couldn’t explain it.

You and John continued to talk, he talked a lot of about Alex, and then asked about you. You let him pull you a few rows behind the mosh pit. You started to scream at each other, because the band was doing soundchecks and the crowd was chanting and cheering.

“So, you work at a pizzeria?” you asked.

“Yeah, I actually own it. Just on a college campus not far from here. Originally, I was just an apprentice at the old place, but the old man moved and gave it to me. She’s my little baby. Kind of like Alex.” he laughed. “I swear we aren’t a thing. He’s just my odd wing-man/best friend.”

“Suuuure.” you laughed.

“New York City!!!” one of the frontman singers screamed into the microphone. His hair was long overgrown and thinning fast with old age. He must have been touring for at least half a decade now and was closer to a hundred. The man who was a classic rock legend of his era, was almost a century. But he still had the sound pipes of an angsty thirty year old.

You and John quickly got pushed into the mosh pit.

“John!” you screamed as you lost his hand in yours.

You found yourself in the middle of screaming, sweating, violent, and drunk psycho fans. One elbowed you in the face telling you to ‘shove it’ along with many non-family friendly words. You winced at the throbbing in your nose. You were slowly pushed into the depths of the pit, around everyone’s stomping feet. Someone stepped on your hand.

“John!” you screamed.

You heard a distant shout at the bottom of the feet. Every time you tried to stand up, you got pushed under like trying to resurface the ocean with a wave crashing over your head. Except, instead of white rimmed waves, cigarette ashes and beer fell over your head.

The next moment was filmed with absolute sailor profanity. A fight broke out around you. More so than before. And in the middle of it was a short, freckled-faced, curly haired man. You watched, with tears running down your face, blood running from your nose, as John took a broad looking guy, covered in tattoos.

John hit him with an uppercut punch, and finalized it with a punch to the gut. Anyone who stepped in his pathway ended up with a broken nose and intense bruises. You watched the anguish on his face, sweat dripping down his temples, cap being pushed around. When everything was too loud and panicking to bear, your vision went black.

Strong arms hooked themselves beneath your arms, secured you and pulled you back. The arms dropped from yours, to under your back and legs.

When you could see again, the lights and blaring of the concert was a haze.

“You’re okay!” John cried.

Another man, equally short squatted over you. His hair was dark and slicked into a messy bun, with a scrappy beard.

“Here, take this.” the nameless man said, placing a cold ice pack to your face. John ran to grab a paper towel and helped stop the nosebleed.

“John.” you cried softly, shaking your head. Your tears turned to laughter. “You are dead. You are going to get your ass kicked. You messed with some pretty scary dudes.” you laughed.

The nameless man grinned and slugged John in the arm. He said, “I’m Alex, by the way.”

You and John burst out laughing. You reached for his hand, struggling to calm the tremors in your body. He reached back for yours and met your eyes with a soft smile. He had a few scratches and bruises on his face. A single tear fell. He wrapped an arm around you and held you tight.

“I’m so glad that you are okay.” he cried. He shook his head and sniffed.

“Awww, you’re like a little baby, with snot running down your face.” Alex laughed at John.

John laughed and tried to ignore him. “You know, if you aren’t too traumatized, we could go back to the concert-” he paused when he saw the look of discomfort in your eyes, “-or I was thinking more sensibly, we could go eat an old diner or grab a drink and dance there with no possible chance of a Lion King stampede.” he joked, in a light manner.

Alex shook his head at him. “Too soon man.”

“It’s fine.” you laughed.

“No! I’m taking about Mufasa! It’ll never be okay! He tried to save his son, and he died!” Alex sobbed.

You cocked your head at John, a sly smile on your face. “Is he okay? Is he joking?”

John shrugged. “No one knows.”

John stood up and helped you up. He pulled you into him, an arm around you, the other hand in yours. “Shall we go get a drink then?” he smiled.

“Yeah! Five tequila shots, on John!” Alex snatched the car keys from John’s pocket and started running towards the parking lot.

“I was thinking more like just the two of us.” John laughed.

Alex stopped and looked at John, awful concerned. “Don’t you think that’s quite rude?” he gestured to you.

“I meant (Y/N) and I.” John frowned.

“Well, you need a third wheel for stability right? Buy me five shots and I’ll hang out by the jukebox. You guys won’t even notice me.”

John laughed and looked to you. You shrugged. “I call shotgun!” John shouted. He let go of you and make a quick jump forward.

“No!” Alex screamed. “I don’t want to drive!” Alex booked it to the parking lot.

“Why’d you do that?” you asked. John hadn’t took off running.

“So that I could do this.”

John yanked you forward and kissed you. He had a sharp intense grip on you and kissed you fiercely. Until he softened and melted into the kiss. His grasp softened to nothing and his hand slipped to your hair. To your chin. He brushed his hands down slowly and gently. John’s lips hurt a little bit against yours because of the bruises, but you kissed him back.

“Guys!” Alex came running back, out of breath. “What is taking you so long-oh, GROUP HUG!”

Before you and John could break apart, Alex threw his arms around the both of you.

“Why does he do this?” you laughed, uncomfortably, pressed up against John.

“To ruin the moment.” John laughed. “But, that’s nothing a swift punch can’t fix.” John broke from you, just a moment, to clock Alex in the shoulder, enough to stagger him but not to hurt him. John grabbed you and again and kissed you.

“I like this.” you said in between a kiss.

“I like this too.” John smiled. “I like you more.”

Time slipped by in John’s arms. Your head throbbed with an enormous headache, but it turned to a dull ache when you kissed John. You both ignored Alex’s protests as you kissed more intensely than before. The kiss was filled you with everything and simultaneously nothing.

Because, nothing seemed to matter in John’s arms.

Soulmark

Bucky/Reader

Genre: Angst? But with the tiniest bit of cute at the end?

Word Count: 5,478

Prompt: Soulmate au where when you turn 18 you get a mark where your soulmate touches your skin for the first time and the mark only disappears after they touch you.

A/N: Sooooo this is something that I wrote a loooong time ago on another blog that no longer exists, but after some quick editing, I remembered how much I loved this piece, and I wanted to put it out into the world again. That being said, this was written before the release of CACW, so it’s not wholly accurate to the movie. Enjoy!!  ♡

Originally posted by wintersthighs

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You remember being young when your mother told you the story of her soulmark.

She was only twenty. Going to school full time while working a part time job, she had no time to sit around and dwell on the day she would meet her soulmate. Though, that didn’t keep her from thinking about him at night sometimes. What he would look like, sound like, feel like… She told you of how she would sometimes trace the outlines of her mark in the dead of the night when she couldn’t sleep – how it always made her feel calm and warm inside. Two large, lightly colored handprints on her sides, one on her waist while the other fell lower towards her hip.

It was a chance encounter. She had been late getting off work that evening, running to her train and thankfully catching it before it took off, yet her late entrance meant that there were no more seats open. Alas, she stood by the door, hand grasping one of the rails for balance. It was only briefly into her ride when it happened. The train hit a short stop that sent everyone pitching forward, and, for your standing mother, that meant falling straight into a man standing but a foot away from her. His hands grabbed her sides while her hand went for his shoulder in an attempt to stop themselves from falling but to no avail. Collapsing on the floor, they almost didn’t notice what had just happened, but as your mother raised her red face to apologize to the man, she noticed that where her hand just was, a perfectly sized peach hand print was beginning to fade. Looking into the man’s eyes, she moved herself to a sitting position, her hands coming up to her mouth to cover the ever-growing smile on her face.

“My hands- Were they-” The man’s unsure voice was cut off by your mother’s giggle and a vigorous nod of her head. Then, the man, your father, began to smile too, and it didn’t matter that they were on the floor of a dirty train in that moment. Nothing else could have mattered in that moment but them.

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Seeing as today’s my birthday, I thought, why not eh? XDD

I manipulated the request a bit, but it does have the apologetic fluffiness you were looking for~

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SCENARIO: WHAT IF RFA+SAERAN FORGOT YOUR BIRTHDAY??

Yoosung

  • You and Yoosung were having a grand time at an outdoor café, talking about anything and everything.
  • And then suddenly, one of your coworkers spots you and greets you.
  • Yoosung was quietly sipping his smoothie as he watched the two of you interact.
  • This boy was feeling bitter that his date had been interrupted.
  • Your coworker then wishes you a belated happy birthday, apologizing for not being present at the party your friends had thrown for you.
  • Both of you flinched and you quickly explained that it’s fine before shooing him away. Yoosung could feel the blood draining from his face.
  • He had forgotten your birthday? When did this happen? Is he talking about last year or something?
  • As soon as the coworker left, he asked you all these questions.
  • When you told him that yes, your birthday had passed but it wasn’t a big deal and you never did anything anyway.
  • “MC, NO!!” He was so gloomy and flustered, telling you that they could have done something special to change that.
  • For the rest of the date, he kept buying you something at every stop you made.
  • Stop it Yoosung, you don’t have this much money to spare.
  • When he dropped you home, he presented you one final gift he had bought when you weren’t looking.
  • “I’m going to make all of your future birthdays so special, that you’ll be able to remember them even when you get old.”

Zen

  • You were quite sour that he, of all people, forgot your birthday.
  • One day, a parcel had arrived for you. You weren’t home, so Zen had to receive it for you.
  • It was wrapped in heart gift wrapper and was even accompanied with a flower bouquet.
  • He could hear warning bells go off on his head, but decided to wait till you came home to find answers.
  • When you did, he waited until you had fully relaxed to bring up the present.
  • Seeing your face light up only made his heart sink even further. “Jagi, Who is this from?”
  • The smile fell, and your face had become unreadable. This cause him to panic even further.
  • After finally wrangling the present from him, you both finally open it to find an assortment of stuff your family had sent you.
  • Zen was very confused. “Why did they send you all this?”
  • “Maybe because THEY remembered my birthday.”
  • His mouth fell open, and you had to restrain yourself from laughing at him.
  • ‘Oh my god, what?!!”
  • His face was filled with anguish, bemoaning and apologizing over and over for forgetting your birthday.
  • You stayed stony or a while, but just as you were about to forgive him he presents you a delicate little charm bracelet.
  • You could not believe your eyes. “I know it’s not much, but I was ready to give this to you on the perfect date I had planned… I didn’t realize that it was gone before I knew it…”

Jaehee

  • Your birthday fell just a week before the coffee shop’s inauguration
  • Things were just so hectic at those times that you decided that you could always celebrate it later.
  • A few months later, the coffee shop was doing well and you two could finally relax a bit.
  • One day, an old friend from college came in and was surprised to see that you working in this little establishment.
  • You introduced Jaehee to her, and soon enough all three of you were having a jolly old time.
  • The friend asked if you did anything wild this birthday like you used to in the old days.
  • You simply joked that you had grown too old for those things now.
  • With the way you said it… Jaehee was suspicious.
  • After the friend had left and you two were closing up shop, Jaehee looked at the calendar to find that your birthday had been crossed.
  • Jaehee gasped in surprise and slapped her forehead. How could she have forgotten?!
  • Finding you wiping the kitchen counter, she bowed as a rush of apologies came bursting out.
  • You quickly straighten her up and tell her it was not her fault, but she was still feeling guilty.
  • The coming weekend, she forcefully closed down shop to have a girl’s day out with you.
  • “We’ll do anything you want to do today. Whether it be shopping, or watching a movie, anything”
  • Why Jaehee that almost sounds like a date~

Jumin

  • This man is so detail oriented; how could he not know/forget your birthday?
  • But somehow he had done it… your loving husband actually forgot your birthday.
  • When Jumin was being his usual loving self in the morning, you were confused, but thought that he must have had something planned.
  • You couldn’t hold your excitement when Jumin had called you to drop by his office.
  • But it evaporated in thin air when it turns out he simply needed your opinion about event management. after all you were still the RFA Coordinator.
  • Huffing out of his office, you dejectedly made you way to the parking lot.
  • Jaehee had spotted you on the way and called out to you to wish you.
  • Seeing you so sad made her reach to quite a few conclusions
  • “Mr. Han, do you have something planned for today?” “I do have a few meetings. Did something come up?”
  • Ticked, she cancelled everything for him. “First and foremost, you need to fulfill your duties as a husband”
  • After finding out exactly what today is, fear overwhelmed him, and he did not know what to do with it.
  • MASS SHOPPING SPREE
  • He comes home with his multitudes of bodyguards bringing in all kinds of presents.
  • As soon as you came to the doorstep to greet him, he hugs you tightly.
  • “I’m so sorry I don’t treasure you enough, but please don’t leave me.”
  • AWW JUMIN I WOULD NEVER

707/Luciel/Saeyoung

  • 707 was grumpy. And exhausted.
  • He had just emerged from his room/office after staying there for three days straight.
  • Immediately, he sought you out and found you doing your nails.
  • He engulfed you from behind and dug his face into your neck.
  • But you push him off and not leave the room, not even sparing him a glance.
  • He tried to catch your attention again and again, but you adamantly ignore him.
  • After a lot of whining and threats for taking away his ice cream rights, Saeran finally explained what was up. “You forgot her birthday dipstick”
  • Horrified, he runs back to find you again.
  • Trails after you all day like a lost puppy. But you totally make him suffer the entire day.
  • Even Saeran pitied his obnoxious twin brother. But that doesn’t mean he’s gonna try to stop you though.
  • When he locked himself up in his room again, you almost felt guilty.
  • But you should have known that just because he was holed up in his room again, doesn’t mean he had given up.
  • Communicating through your phone, you downloaded a program that he created.
  • It was a slideshow full of pictures of the two of you, narrated like a fairy tale with seven’s voice making jokes here and there.
  • You had to forgive him after that.

Unknown/Saeran

  • Between all his treatment and adjustments, you didn’t really care that he had forgotten.
  • But it did sting a bit when Seven had gone all out with a cake while Saeran simply stared with a stony face before locking himself up in his room.
  • He barely came out of his room, only coming out for a moment before locking himself in again.
  • You were frantic with worry, and you were definitely hurt that he only responded to his brother now.
  • Days turns into weeks, and finally, he let you in his room.
  • His room was such a mess; you bent over to clean up when something caught your eye.
  • It was a canvas portrait of you, smiling in the park from the time when you both had first gone out as friends.
  • Tears filled your eyes as you gingerly touch the painting.
  • He wrapped his arms around your waist as he whispers into your ear
  • “I’m sorry for forgetting your birthday and ignoring you like that. But I couldn’t stand that Saeyoung made your more happy on your special day than I did.”
  • Aww Saeran baby no

anonymous asked:

Could we do fluffy blurbs also? Maybe you have sex and it was really passionate and just different. He had wet eyes by the end. and after when you've both caught your breath and it's really quiet, you hear him whisper shyly,"you're the only one I've done that with." And you don't get it at first because neither of you are virgins, and it's not even your first time together. But then you realize that's the most vulnerable he's been with another person.

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Sex with Harry was usually pretty normal.

Well, as normal as it could be with Harry.

Normal meaning it was full of playful spanking, accidentally bumping foreheads together, cheeky nipple-sucking, extensive tongue-fucking (not that Y/N’s complaining), and heaps of giggling.

But tonight, it had been different. It had been more intense than the usual, with barely any foreplay or messing around, but rather slow, passionate, rhythmic thrusts, thumbing over lips thoughtfully, kissing of the eyelids and nose with immense care, and lots of wispy, “i love you’s.” When Harry had come, instead of speeding up to get the most out of his climax, he had slowed down even more, cupping Y/N’s jaw in both of his huge palms and kissing her softly but deep, noses brushing together and breathing mingling as he’d pressed himself into her with leisure, gasping and sighing out her name and only her name, rather than any pet names.

He’d normally like to mark bruises all over her chest and shoulders, just out of site of the world to have as their own private little secret, but tonight he had simply sucked lightly and nibbled all of those spots instead, trailing his fingertips around her nipples and down the curve of her hips, ghosting the trails with his lips and mumbling praises such as, “You’re so beautiful, y'know that?” and “You’re so soft and warm and sweet and mine.” And when she had come, he usually would go completely wild and do everything possible to get her to finish fast and hard, but this time he’d rocked his hips into her at a tender pace, pushing inside so fucking deep and drawing her orgasm out for as long as possible.

When Harry had rolled off of her breathlessly, hips shifting around within the sheets as he swallowed thickly and muttered a throaty, “God, you’re tight”, he was utterly tuckered out, so he hadn’t managed to hide what he had intended to. Y/N had seen his eyes– they had been watery and soft. He had been crying. But she hadn’t pushed him on it because he’d immediately cuddled her to his chest, cradling her with love and affection and she didn’t want to jinx it.

After a while, when they’re both laying there staring up at the ceiling with their breathing still catching slightly, Harry’s voice breaks the numbing silence like a knife. His tone is shy and vulnerable, full of slight anguish.

“You’re, uhm…” He scratches at his sweaty scalp lightly, threading his fingers through his messy locks nervously and taking a deep breath in, belting out an anxious chuckle. “You’re the only person I’ve done that with.”

Y/N shifts onto her side, scootching closer to him and tucking a few untamed curls behind his ear. “Done what, Har?”

He breaks their gaze, looking down at his fidgeting fingers, trying to collect his confidence. He gazes up at her through thick lashes, feeling pretty small for someone who’s six-foot-three.

Y/N smiles at him softly, all reassuring and warm and he can feel his doubt melting away like honey on warm bread.

“You’re the first person I’ve ever felt like this with. The first person I’ve ever…made love to.”

Harry watches her expression carefully, gauging her reaction down to the T. At first, Y/N seems surprised. Her eyebrows raise and her eyes widen significantly. But then they soften, her entire face seeming to melt like honey, as well. She reaches towards him, pulling his body back over her’s with the sheets tangled around their waists and their hair absolute rats’ nests. But she doesn’t care. She pulls Harry down for a kiss that leaves her nose tingling and her cheeks stinging, feeling so honored that he cared for her so much.

“With you,” Harry pecks at her nose, snuggling his head into her warm neck, “I feel like I can be vulnerable. Like I can show you every part of me and not worry about you judging it. I trust you like you have no clue, Y/N.”

And now it’s her turn to get all watery and soft. She wipes the tears with the back of her hand, laughing lightly through an emotional wave of happiness and feeling like the luckiest girl in the world because she really is.

“Harry,” Y/N cups his jaw in her small palms, looking at him with the same amount of love and adoration he is sharing with her, “I love you, and I’m proud of you. I’m proud of us. Of how far we’ve come and of how much more we have to go. And I just want you to know that there doesn’t go a day where I don’t feel the same way about you.”

The next couple of minutes are full of sniffly noses, rose-scented tissues and lots of tender kisses.

“Now,” Y/N dabs at her eyes with the rumpled sheets, smiling softly, “do you think I could return the favor?”

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East of Nowhere - Year Three

Master Post Here

Sam x Female Reader

Summary: You and Sam are strangers trapped in a desolate mountain town where you live, isolated from the outside world, for five years.

Part four of a seven part series, each chapter detailing the events of one year.

Author’s Notes: Beta’d by the goddess divine: @elliewinchesterr

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Warnings: Language, angst, fluff and explicit sexual content.

Word Count: 6600+

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Two Years, Three Weeks

Sex changes things.

You’ve forgotten what it feels like to bask in the glow of a new relationship. The two of you find yourselves in the golden hour when everything is new and exciting, all the previous mundane events of the day seem suddenly thrilling. Now that Sam feels free to touch you, he does so without abandon and his hands seems more present than they did before, squeezing your shoulders at the table before taking a seat across from you, grinning as he nudges your bare feet with his own under the table. It’s glorious, the way one night changed everything about the way you interact. You feel a tingle when he walks into the room, blushing when he catches you looking at him.

For a while everything else is forgotten, research and books and plants are shoved to the back of your brain because you can’t think about anything but Sam and the feeling is mutual. You fuck anywhere and everywhere you can because why the hell not? It’s one of the few perks of being Shadow Hill’s only two residents. This world is yours and yours alone so Sam eats you out as you spread over the counter in the hardware store and you suck on his cock in the Beatrice Thurman Memorial Rose Garden.

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Captain America Civil War Review Containing Spoilers and Emotions

Score: 8.5/10

Handsome strong big fight. Big boys punch hard, feel hard, get hard. Hold me in your strong arms handsome America man. Hold me to your enormous pecs I want to listen to them whisper to me. I love you.

So many men. I wish I could smell them. Here is what I think they smell like

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Pairing: BTS Jungkook X Reader

Genre: Angst

Warning: very very small mention of smut

Word Count: 1742

A/N heyyy this is going to be a – kinda – long series I guess? Well I always plan them to be long and then they come out short af, but I think this one will be up to 10 parts? Idk, don’t quote me on that lol. Thanks to the anon for requesting this and giving me a shot at another series 😊 <3


Breaking up with Jungkook wasn’t going to be easy. The arrangement was all so sudden, hauled towards you like a load of bricks. While your relationship with him had been happy, lively and all you had hoped it’d be, the pain to end it was unbearable, and you wondered whether you’d manage to scrape your way out from underneath the rubble.

Walking up the flights of stairs towards their dance studio felt like you were climbing up a mountain – you were rendered free of oxygen and gasping for air. While your knees shook as you took each step and your heart seemed to be beating erratically in your ears, you wished you could have been anywhere but getting closer to the shared tragedy. Choosing against taking the lift, you had decided the steps would allow you more time to prepare yourself for what was going to be one of the most difficult things you’d done. It was a form of procrastination; you’d taken the longest routes possible to the studio.

It wasn’t long before you heard the familiar echoey BTS music floating from the room. As you neared the studio, you rubbed your lips together nervously and began tapping your fingers against one another. Wearing tight denim jeans, a plain white top and a black cap, you continued down the hallway. Soon, laughter and shoe squeaks from the studio escaped, and you stood before the ugly metal door.

Through the small circular window, Jimin, who was sitting cross legged against the wall, spotted you. His smile widened and he pointed towards you delicately, rising to his feet. You swallowed, looking down at the handle and placing your hand on it.

You opened the door to a sweaty Jungkook, jogging over to you with a wide grin adorning his face. It made your heart ache. His eyes looked bright, hair messy in a similar cap to yours – facing backwards – and a large red hoodie. Your eyes traced the shapes his lips made when they pulled back to reveal his teeth, allowing yourself to memorise his smile. It was going to be the final time he smiled like that. Until someone else could make him do it instead.

“Y/N!” he exclaimed, the smile that made him look innocent and full of youth only making your stomach twist further with guilt. “Come in!” He beckoned you inside, the rest of the boys smiling and waving politely.

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Novocaine-Chapter 9

Summary, Dean tries to pull you back.

Pairings: Bucky x reader, Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Swearing

WOrd Count: 1499

Deans POV

He had grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the liquor cabinet hidden on the far side of the lounge, and contemplates commandeering the couch to drink himself into blissful oblivion. It was something he would do at the bunker, but a nagging thought at the back of his mind had him hesitating. He could smell the danger, feel the corrosive quality of despair in the air. It was something he was intimately acquainted with.

Loss, heartache, anguish.

He takes a swing from the bottle, the amber liquid burning a comforting path down his throat, extinguishing the roaring fire in his chest. The hole you left was filled to the brim with alcohol and regret. He knew he didn’t deserve a second chance, hell, he hadn’t deserved the first chance with you. He was Dean Winchester, hells favorite toy and heavens favorite scapegoat. He broke everything he touched. People died when they got to close, it was a family trait.

Dad, Jo, Ellen, Bobby, Aileen, he begins to list before he cuts himself off, not having the strength to go down that particular rabbit hole. He gulps down another swallow, the persistent feeling something had gone balls up making his skin crawl. He scans the room quickly, fingering the butt of his gun that’s tucked safely in the waistband of his jeans. It brings a modicum of comfort.

His shoulders relax and he shrugs it off, chalking it up to a new place, new surroundings, new people. He strolls down the hallway, coming across a roof access sign, peers up the stairs, making out faint yelling coming from the roof. His hunter instincts kicking into full swing. He races up the stairs, the whiskey bottle crashing heavily to the ground as he runs, his heart beating wildly with adrenalin as he reaches the top.

It shudders and nearly stops in his chest as he takes in his surroundings.

The super doosh is back peddling, yelling desperately at you to calm down. He’s begging and pleading, not knowing how to handle a full Shadow melt down. It’s the sight of you that does his head in.

The anguish on your face breaks his heart, the pain conveyed in your muscles sets his teeth on edge. Your hair whipping around your face, a broken, prolonged scream leaving your lips as you hover a few feet in the air, chunks of concrete vibrating dangerously threatening to punch a hole through someone’s head. Your features are dulled and blurred, not a speck of discernible humanity can be found. Your pain has taken form, the air around you is dark and menacing.

A feeling of deep unbounding sorrow leaks into him, settling in his bones. He sucks in a breath, taking a step forward only to be yanked back by the super doosh. “You wanna lose the other hand, too?” he snaps at Bucky his eyes planted firmly on the flesh hand of the super soldier.

“She’ll tear you to pieces!” Bucky yells, almost frantic with panic.

“Super soldier or not,” Dean says calmly, “I will shoot you in the face if you don’t let go.” He rips his hand out of Bucky’s grasp when it loosens, striding forward confidently. It wasn’t the first time he had pulled you back, he just hoped you still felt enough for him for his plan to work.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he says softly, placing a single finger on the inside of your wrist.

Your head snaps toward him, a dull flicker of recognition in your eyes.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re okay,” he says as he draws the finger up, slowly making his way toward your elbow.

You drop a few feet lower, your eyes begging, pleading for something, anything to make it stop.

Dean grits his teeth against the emotion he finds there, the brokenness of your soul crying out to his own battered one.

You shut your eyes tightly, almost vibrating with power.

He ducks as a piece of debris when it flies past his face. “You’re okay. Breathe. Just breathe. Open your eyes. Come back. It’s okay. It’s over now. You’re okay. Wake up. Please wake up. Don’t do this to me. C’mon, baby. Fight! Don’t do this to me! I love you so much. Come back!” he begs, moving in front of you, grabbing both of your hands in his.

Your eyes fly open, your mouth falls into a silent scream as the power seems to drain out of you. Floating lightly to the roof, the clunking of concrete hitting the ground goes largely ignored as you gasp for air, like you’ve been winded, tugging your hands from Dean’s so you can place them on your knees. You suck in a last breath, and the tears begin to fall once more.

“I’m sorry! I’m so, so sorry!” you whimper, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I didn’t mean too! I couldn’t control it! I’m so sorry!” you yell rapid fire, the words so garbled he can barely make it out. You’re nearly hyperventilating with the speed of your breaths, your chest rising quickly as you attempt to rein yourself in. Your eyes are wild, hair a mess, shaking violently with guilt.

Having seen enough, Dean sinks to his knees in front of you, and rests his head on your abdomen. Gently, almost reverently, his hands wrap around your slender ankles as he waits for you to come back. Your breathing seems to even out some at his touch, and he thanks Chuck, and Cas, and anyone who’s listening that he could still bring you back.

“It’s been seven years, and I still regret what happened at the field that day. It was never suppose to play out that way. We were never supposed to play out that way,” he says slowly, enunciating every word so you would hear and understand him. “Next to Sam, you and Cas are the closest thing I have to family. I’d do anything, anything to take it back.” Ignoring the burning tears in his eyes, he jumps slightly as you sink to your knees and wrap your arms around him.

You bury your face in his neck, crying noisily, the tears soaking into his red flannel shirt.

“I’m so sorry, baby, so sorry. I fucked up. Forgive me? Please say you’ll forgive me!” he says softly, stroking your hair. “I know the hurt I caused, I know the pain, and I’m sorry,” he continues. “Lisa wasn’t who I wanted, wasn’t who I needed. I did it for Sam. The dying wish of my brother. I was stupid to leave. I should have told him, should have made you mine,” he adds, his voice cracking with the weight of his guilt. “I regretted it the instant I left, the moment you disappeared from my rear view. But I felt like I couldn’t take it back. You deserved better than me, sweetheart, better than a Winchester. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m asking for it anyway.”

When he gets no response, he does the only thing he can. He begins to sing.

The song that started it all.

Your song.

I can tell by the look in your eye
I can tell by the way you sigh
That you know I’ve been thinking of you
And you know what I want to do


Oh Jean

Your whimpers begin to quiet, your body relaxing slightly as he croons softly to you, feeling the spark of hope igniting in his chest as he continues to sing.

When you smile I see stars in the sky
When you smile I see sunrise
And I know you’ve been thinking of me
And I know how you want it to be

Oh Jean

When you sag completely, he picks you up bodily from his crouching position. You wrap your legs around his waist, his hand never leaving your hair.

He turns to face a solemn Bucky, and Dean shoots him the most venomous, hate filled look he can. Not bothering to speak to the Super Doosh, he walks past him, solely focused on you, and your wellbeing.

I can tell by the things you say
I can tell that you know the way
And I know what you want me to do
Oh, I’ve got hearts and flowers for you


He takes the stairs carefully, moving down the hallway, hoping he would run into someone who could tell him where you slept.

You needed time, you were a mess, needed comfort and by the looks of it, a couple of years of sleep and a tumbler of Whiskey.


If you leave me you’ll make me cry
When I think of you saying good bye
Oh the sky turns to a deeper blue
That’s - that’s how I’d feel if I lost you

Oh Jean

Whether forgiveness would be forthcoming… he would have to wait and see. For now, he was happy just to be taking care of you again, and keeping you away from the tin man.

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