cries and sobs and rolls away

Might I just say @mortemistrata that I was a little unsure about this prompt at first, but I had so much fun writing this! 

“Good morning, Keith.”

Keith froze with one eyebrow arched. He slowly studied the brunet in front of him. “No ‘mullet’ this morning?”

“That would be rude,” Lance said, lips curled into a frown.

Keith’s face fell until he was matching the brunet’s expression. “Are you okay?” He zeroed in on small details, like the way Lance’s normally tan skin looked slightly washed out or the dark, bruised circles under Lance’s almost lifeless eyes.

“Of course.” Lance replied, tone even. “We should go before we are late to breakfast.”

Keith absently nodded, brows furrowed deeply, as he followed the brunet into the dining hall.

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Genre: Angst

Length: 4.2k words

Pairing: Yoongi/Reader/Jimin

Summary: You knew the relationship was falling apart, you just couldn’t accept it.

“I’m sorry Y/N.” Yoongi whispered.

I looked at him in disbelief. The tears that were threatening to fall soon enough shamelessly came and for a second I thought I felt my heart actually break. Deep down, I wanted everything to be a joke, I wanted this to be some sort of sick prank. But looking at Yoongi’s face, I knew it was far from that.

“Why did you do it?” I asked looking down. He stayed quiet, not daring to look at me, and after what felt like hours he took a deep breath.

“I honestly don’t know Y/N,” he began “I wasn’t thinking at all.” I let out a sob.. Wasn’t thinking? What does he mean he wasn’t thinking? Is he meaning to tell me that I didn’t cross his mind not once?

“I-It was more than just sex with her Y/N, as much as she seems to be bitch to everyone she isn’t bad. I don’t know what to do. I already lost so much by doing this.” He added as he turned to look at me.

My heart shattered. The only thing worse than getting cheated on is, having the person who cheated on you not wanting to fix it. We were invincible. Since I was 15 I vowed to commit to him and overcome any obstacles that life threw at us. Every fight we had was resolved by the end of the day because we never went to sleep mad at each other. But now, years later I never thought anything would change. And to be honest.. I was too naive to think this would last forever. Yoongi always had eyes for me, he always thought about me before he made a decision. Looking into the eyes of the love of your life and not seeing a spark anymore is heartbreaking. To feel like I was not worth fighting for anymore made me feel worthless.

“I love you Y/N, I still want you around.” Yoongi said breaking me out of my thoughts. “Even if we’re not together you will always be mine.” he added. My body went numb, my mind went blank. I looked at him and smiled. “I’ll never leave Yoongi.”

The next couple weeks were gloomy. Even though Yoongi never stopped talking to me, every night always ended with an argument, which resulted in him blocking me and ignoring me until he felt like talking to me again. Meanwhile I was constantly surrounded by a dark cloud that didn’t leave. I barely got out bed. And when I did, I would find any reason to go back to my hole of self pity. I didn’t eat much anymore and only got a couple hours of sleep at night. Constant thoughts attacked my mind telling me I wasn’t good enough to keep him, that he was better off without me, that I needed him. And as crazy as it sounds, I wanted him back more than anything. I wanted to have another chance to show that I can be a better girlfriend to him, better than her. I never asked about her. I didn’t want to know anything about her. The one girl who managed to make him do this. And from what I heard she wasn’t with Yoongi because she liked him. Anyone can tell she was just using him, but he was too blind to see that. She had him wrapped around her little finger and still slept with any guy she wanted, while Yoongi pretended that he didn’t know. And that’s what killed me.

It was around 10:30pm when Yoongi called. I mentally cursed at myself for answering so quickly, “Hey,” I said. “Hey babygirl, just wanted to hear your voice.” I could feel my face turn red and softly smiled at his words. “I miss you.” I said. For the next two hours we were on the phone and for once I was happy.

“Are you free tomorrow?” I ask. As much as I wanted to give him space, I wanted to see him.

I hear him heavily sigh and I already knew what was coming. “I’m sorry Y/N, I want to see you as much as you do but-” he mumbled. My heart sank and a feeling of sadness came over me. “Yeah I get it, she means more to you than I ever did.” I replied. “Please don’t start Y/N we were talking just fine.” he said.

I rolled my eyes and scoffed. “News flash, I haven’t been fine since you chose her over me, you only knew her for a week.”

“STOP. Y/N goddammit don’t fucking start again.” He yelled out. I could hear his breathing increase and I knew him well enough to know he was pissed.

“Why are you doing this to me huh Yoongi? Was I that fucking horrible to you that you had to do this to me?” I cried. Again tears rolled down my face and I started sobbing.

“I’m not dealing with this tonight.” He said and hung up.

Fucking asshole. That’s what he’s good at, ignoring me and running away from his problems. I dialed his number again hoping he could pick up but soon realized he blocked my number. I began to panic knowing very well I wasn’t going to get any sleep tonight if he was ignoring me.

For the next hour I constantly called hoping he would unblock me but I had no luck. My sobbing increased and I began to feel suffocated in my apartment. I just wanted to run, I wanted to run until I couldn’t feel the pain anymore, I wanted to disappear. I knew I was pathetic doing this to myself. But I couldn’t help it, Min Yoongi destroyed me.

I couldn’t take being inside anymore and left my apartment to clear my head. It was almost midnight and although it wasn’t a good idea to be walking at this hour, I didn’t care. The night air made me shiver and I decided not to go very far considering it was cold. I walked to the gym right by my apartment and sat at the side of the building. I tried dialing Yoongi again, and sure enough he didn’t pick up. I put my phone back in my pocket and buried my face in my hands and cried. Why wasn’t I good enough for him anymore? Why am I still around for him begging him to come back when it’s not what he wants anymore? I was deeply in love with him to even think about moving on, and he knew that.

“A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be out this late crying.” A voice said, that made your head snap up.

My eyes met the face of a stranger, a very attractive stranger.

I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up backing away from him,  “Ahh I’m sorry” I replied flustered.

He chuckled, “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” I smiled at him. “That’s good to hear, but what could you possibly be doing out here this late?” I asked sarcastically.

He motioned toward the gym “I work here, on my break.”

I looked at him confused. “Isn’t it too late to for a gym to be opened?” I replied. 

“It’s opened 24/7, I work the night shifts.” He said. I nodded at him and sat back down.

“Now if you don’t mind me asking, why were you crying?” He asked.

I bit my lip and tried to come up with some random excuse. “Umm it’s just tha-” I started to say.

“Boyfriend troubles?” He blurted.   

I chuckled, “Something like that.”

“Mind telling me about it?” He asked.

I looked away sighing. “Honestly.. I’m not ready to talk about it just yet, but long story short he cheated on me.. and somehow I can’t let him go.”

“By the looks of you crying it seems like he doesn’t want the same.” He said.

“It’s.. complicated.” I answered, “He chose her but he still wants me around.”

He looked at me, “I know I barely met you but you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction of still being there for him. You’re worth more than that.”

Tears began forming and I nodded. We both sat in silence for what felt like forever until he stood and offered his hand to help me up.

“I hate to leave you alone but I have to get back to work.” He sadly said.

“Right, sorry.” I mumbled and began to make my way home.

“Before you go, I didn’t get your name” He said

“Oh right, it’s Y/N.” I answered.

He smiled at me, “Y/N, the name suits you.”

I laughed, “Thanks?”

“I’m Jimin by the way”

It was around three days later when Yoongi texted you.

“I miss you Y/N, I’m sorry about everything.”

I stared at the text for the longest time and debated on replying or not. And about an hour later I gave in and replied. This was a cycle, he always apologized after ignoring me for days, knowing I would be waiting. Dammit why was I so weak when it came to him? It was like he had me under a spell and I couldn’t do anything about it.

“Can I come over right now?” another text read.

I answered a quick yes and made my way to the shower so I can look like I wasn’t miserable the past few weeks. About 30 minutes later he was at the door.

“Hey babygirl.” He said smiling.

I felt my cheeks getting hot “Hey Yoongi.” I said while leading him inside.

He took off his jacket and shoes and made himself comfortable.

I laughed to myself thinking back to memories when Yoongi would come over right after work tired and fall asleep on my bed. Or back to the first summer of us dating when he would be at my house and we would watch stupid reality TV shows, eating pizza, and enjoying each other’s company. Back when I was his everything, back when we were invincible. The older we got, the more I thought things were getting better. We were becoming more mature and we both knew what we wanted. A future together. I never expected months later for that to suddenly change.

I snapped back to reality when Yoongi cleared his throat. “Listen, I’m really sorry about-”

I stopped him, “No don’t worry about it, it was my fault.” I said quietly.

His face softened “No I shouldn’t have ignored you.”

“It’s fine..really.” I answered.

He forced a smile, “H-how have you been?” He asked.

“It doesn’t matter honestly-”

“It does matter Y/N, even if you don’t believe it, I care so much.” He stated.

I started biting my nails, it was a really bad habit of mine. But whenever I get nervous I don’t know what else to do.

“You’re nervous.” He said.

I looked up embarrassed “I-I’m sorry.”

He cupped my face in hands and looked me in the eyes, “It’s me Y/N, your Yoongi don’t be nervous around me.”

He crashed his lips into mine and before I could process what was happening, I realized I was kissing him back. He deepened the kiss and before I knew it I was reaching to take his shirt off.

He stopped me. “Do you want this as bad as I do?”

I nodded and continued kissing him and led him to my bedroom.

I woke up hours later to the sound of Yoongi’s phone ringing. I groaned and nudged him to wake up to answer the phone. To my surprise however, he declined it. I shot him a confused look, “Shouldn’t you answer her?”

He shook his head, “I just want to enjoy our time together right now.” I smiled and he wrapped me in his arms. As much as I hate the situation we’re in, being with him is the only thing that can make me happy.

“I want to try and end things with her.”

My head snapped up at his sudden words, “Do you really?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’m doing Y/N, I want to make things right for us so bad.”

“Yoongi, you know what to do to fix this.” I said softly.

He stayed quiet for a long time. I didn’t care though, just the simple words he said made me see that maybe just maybe.. it was worth waiting around for him. The sleepless nights, endless crying, everything could finally stop.

“I’m going to see her soon and I promise that I will fight for us.”

“Forever and always right?” I said.

“Forever and always.”

The next couple of days were a breeze. I managed to catch up on sleep which I’ve been so badly. I went out with friends after canceling so many times when I was down. Yoongi and I were talking just like before. I was happy. I knew it was going to take some time for us to get back together and I was happy to wait as long as he fought for us. Although I was waiting for the message informing me that he finally left her, I didn’t want to seem like I was pressuring him.

I was laying on my couch catching up on shows I’ve missed while eating ice cream, when I got a text from Namjoon asking to hang out. I smiled at myself and instantly replied telling him yes. My heart dropped suddenly remembering how much I have been shutting him out ever since this happened. Namjoon worked in the music industry and was extremely busy but he always made time for his best friend. We grew up together and he was always the one person I went to when I needed someone. Namjoon always acted like an older brother to me, a very overprotective brother I must add. When I first started dating Yoongi you can bet he didn’t approve, but as time passed he eventually accepted him. I instantly felt a wave of guilt realizing I hadn’t even told him about what happened between Yoongi and I. He knew me well enough to know that there’s something wrong just by the look on my face. I debated with myself on calling him and telling him that something came up, but I knew that would only make it worse- I never canceled on Namjoon, no matter how busy I was. Even though I wanted to avoid talking about it, I knew I had to tell my best friend. I snapped out of my thoughts when I heard my phone buzz besides me.

“Let’s go to dinner then? Usual place :)” the text read. I laughed to myself knowing that no matter how more successful he got, he still loved our tradition of going out for a greasy slice of pizza and a beer. I sent a quick reply and dashed to the shower to start getting ready. “Goodness Y/N what are you going to tell Namjoon?” I thought to myself. I knew I couldn’t keep this from him, he would only blame himself saying he wasn’t there enough. I quickly put together an outfit and applied makeup to look a bit more alive. Thirty minutes later, I was finally ready and out the door to my car. Well…it’s now or never.

I got to our favorite pizza place and ordered food for the both of us. Namjoon was always late, even if it was something really important. Ever since we were kids he had a habit of showing up late. I didn’t mind though and took our food to an empty table. I occupied myself with my phone and it wasn’t until 15 minutes later that he finally got here. “Y/N I’m so glad to see you!” Namjoon happily says. My face lights up and I immediately give him the biggest hug. “I haven’t seen you in so long!” I say as we both sit down, “I know I’m so sorry I’ve been so busy.” He replies with a slight frown on his face. I shot him a look, “Don’t worry, I understand just don’t forget about your best friend.”

“Never will” He says while taking a bite of his food.  I smiled and started eating, “So how’s work been?” “Tiring, busy, you name it.. I don’t care much since I’m doing something I love.” He happily replied.

“I’m proud of you and I’m so glad to hear that.” I say while taking a sip of my soda.

For the next hour we talked about memories when we were younger and catching up with each other. I completely forgot about what has been going on with me since I was so happy being with my best friend. That is, until the dreaded question came.

“So how are things going with Yoongi?” He curiously asked. My face instantly dropped and I frowned. “F-Fine, we are doing fine.” I quietly answered.

Namjoon raised his eyebrow at me and scanned my face long and hard, “You’re not telling me the truth.” He stated. I didn’t answer him and instead looked down and started biting my nails.

“You’re nervous Y/N what’s wrong?” At this point I felt the tears forming in my eyes and I felt like I was going to barf all the food I had just ate. I didn’t want to tell him, but at the same time I did. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was going to explode.

“Y/N what the hell happened?” He asked again. I sighed, “I just… we broke up but we’re trying to work things out.”

“Why did you guys break up?” He quickly asked.

“I don’t know.” I lied. I gulped hoping he would believe me but I knew there was no way he would. If I told him what Yoongi did, Namjoon would not let me anywhere close to him.

“Don’t lie to me Y/N.” I could tell he was losing patience.

“Namjoon-” I began.


“He cheated on me.” I murmured avoiding to meet his gaze.

Silence. For a while there was just silence. I refused to look up and say anything else. I was embarrassed, scared, I felt pathetic.

My head shot up when I heard Namjoon chuckle. I looked at him confused not knowing what to say, I met his eyes and boy was he pissed.

“You’re telling me that you’re willing to make things work with him again?” He rhetorically asked.

“I know you’re upset and I don’t blame you for it, but I’m willing to stay until he leaves her.” I mumbled.

His eyes widened and his face turned red, “LEAVES HER? You mean he left you for some girl? And you’re still around?” He started yelling.

Tears started falling down my face “Please don’t be upset.” I choked out.

He snorted, “Upset? Nope. I’m furious. It’s taking everything I have not to leave right now and kill that bastard.”


“No Y/N, I am not going to let you sit there and stick around until he decides to fucking value you. You deserve to find happiness and all he is doing is causing you pain.” I didn’t say anything and instead stayed quiet. He stood up and led me out the restaurant. “Let’s get you home.”

I nodded and followed him out, the cold air hit me as soon as we got out the door and I immediately regretted not bringing a sweater with me. I looked down on my phone and I saw missed calls from Yoongi. I bit my lip in confusion considering he never calls me. I decided I’d get back to him once I got home.

We made it to my car and I looked up at my best friend. Disappointment was written all over his face and I took a deep breath.

“Can we please talk tomorrow Y/N? I need to make sure you’re okay.”

“Of course. I’m sorry for ruining our night.”

He gave me a sympathetic look, “Stop, I haven’t been around much and I’m sorry for that. I promise I’ll be there more regardless of my job. I need to protect my best friend.”

I smiled at him, “Love you Joonie, get home safe?”

“Text me once you’re home alright?” He added while opening my car door.

“I will,” I said while giving him the biggest hug.

As soon as I stepped into my apartment I dialed Yoongi before doing anything else. To my surprise he didn’t answer and I frowned. I quickly sent him a text and got ready for bed. As I was just about to close my eyes, my phone rang. Groaning, I reached over and picked up without even checking who it was.

“Hello?” I groggily say.

“Y/N are you up?” The other person said and I instantly knew the voice.

“I was just about to fall asleep Yoongi, but what’s up?” I replied.

He sighed, “Can we talk?”

I frowned at the sound of his voice, “uh sure.”

“I’ll be at your place in 10 minutes.” And with that, he hung up.

Before I knew it there was knocking on the door and I immediately got up to open the door.

Yoongi looked tired, saddened, and just… different. He awkwardly walked in with his head down and I knew something was wrong. My stomach dropped, “What’s wrong Yoongi?” I whispered and reached out to hold his hand. He flinched and pulled back without looking up at me.

He let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry Y/N.”

And that’s when my world came crashing down again.

The sound of rain against my window helped distract me from my endless thoughts of pure emptiness. I continued to play with the food that I didn’t even bother to eat and sat in silence.

It had been weeks that I had a decent meal, much less smiled. I debated many times calling Namjoon, but I always fought against that thinking he was too busy. He checked in a couple times over text but I was good at feeding him lies on how I was okay. Although he was my best friend, I just didn’t want to burden him again.

The day Yoongi came, I knew he changed his mind about coming back to me. He still texted though, and I knew that I was hurting myself way more by still sticking around. Soon enough text messages came almost once a week and I could  tell he was distancing himself. What made things worse was that he flaunted his new relationship on social media, and that hurt more than anything. Yoongi was never one to brag about someone, unless the person meant a lot to him.

I was laying on my bed after coming home from a night with my friends and I was happy considering I haven’t felt this alive for about three months. I tried my best to shut the thought of him out of my head and I did what I thought was best… move on. I constantly told myself that nothing will bring me back to how I was when I was so low and needed to be strong. I was getting ready for bed and I checked my phone one last time before I decided to sleep.

And that was a big mistake. My heart dropped as I paused on a post Yoongi had uploaded of them together. I felt my throat close and tears well up in my eyes, fuck. Why the hell does this shit affect me so much? Before I knew it I was sobbing and all the feelings I was trying to avoid came rushing back. Without thinking I threw some shoes on and ran out my front door not caring how loud I slammed it. I was halfway down the street when I realized I forgot my phone and I sighed. I quickly figured I didn’t need it and continued walking. I eventually made it to the spot next to the gym I always came too and sat down breathing in the cool air. My mind began to wander and my thoughts were interrupted by a cough next to me. I shot my head up and met Jimin’s face. “Haven’t seen you in awhile.” He says. “Almost thought you got back with him.” He added. I looked away not responding, it’s almost pathetic how bad I wish that was what happened.

I heard him awkwardly sit next to me and from the corner of my eye I can see he was thinking on what to say next.  

“Please don’t feel sorry for me” I mumble while trying to blink the tears forming in my eyes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asked.

“Honestly? No. I don’t. I want everything to be okay with us, I want things to be how they were back then. I want him to be happy with just me.” I admitted. “Do you know how stupid I feel? How pitiful I look?”

“You’re not stupid for wanting that, you have every right to feel all these emotions. But Y/N please don’t let him have so much control over you. He’s not worth it.” He grabbed my face and made me look at him, “Please Y/N.” He pulled me in for a hug and just as I was about to answer him a deep voice beat me to it.

“What the hell is going on?”

I panicked quickly getting up and moving away from Jimin. “Yoongi?” I practically yelled.


author’s note: ahhh i really hope you guys liked it! I am not confident in my writing yet but i’m getting there! i wrote this after my relationship fell apart, and although I’m still getting over it, writing makes me feel so much better. 

Everglow ~Jerome x Reader~

//Well here it is, how I went with what the request was. It ended up being longer than I anticipated, but I hope y’all like it.

Warnings: The beginning might be sad, but it has a fluffy+happy ending. Death, murder, mild swearing.

Need to know: This is insinuated, but not completely said in the story: Y/n was really close friends with Jerome, and a member of the Maniax. Also, it sort of starts right when Jerome is murdered?

Title: Everglow

Rating: Mid-Fluff. //

Oh they say people come, say people go
This particular diamond was extra special
And though you might be gone, and the world may not know
Still I see you, celestial

Y/n’s mouth drops open as an agony filled scream claws its way out of her throat, rising over everyone else’s. She pushes herself out from behind the curtain where Jerome had told her to stay and she crashes to the ground next to him. She places her hands on either side of his face as his eyes meet hers, a disturbing, gurgling laugh bubbling from the back of his throat. Blood pools out of his mouth, trickling down the side of his face. Jerome’s eyes glisten, wider than they had ever been. His mouth closes, and opens, his lips trying to form words that he can barely manage to make audible.

“Y…y/n.” She shakes her head quickly, tears filling her eyes. He had already wasted enough of his energy.

“Jerome, no.” When his gaze meets Theo’s, who stands above him, y/n’s heart breaks even more. In his eyes is pure pain and betrayal. His eyes become moist with unfallen tears as he coughs softly. Theo shakes his head.

I’m sorry Jerome,” he mouths.

“You…you said….” Jerome’s mouth closes as more blood falls out, and he swallows roughly, only to choke weakly on his blood. “…you said….I was going….to be a …s…t…ar…” It only takes a few seconds for his head to fall back, his mouth tilted up in a smile, his eyes open wide. His beautiful green-blue eyes glaze over as the life leaves his body, his last breath coming out in a soft, weak, wheezy laugh.

A single tear falls from y/n’s eyes as Barbara moves over quickly, pulling her up.

“You bastard!” Y/n shouts, pointing at Theo. “You sick bastard, you killed him!” Barbara drags her backwards as her gaze meets with Theo’s. “I’m going to kill you, I’m going to make you suffer, you piece of-” her shouts are silenced by the shouting of the crowd. Y/n’s gaze meets Bruce’s and she laughs. For the longest time as Barbara is pulling her out of the building, her loud, maniac laughter silences everyone. Everyone freezes as the unstable laughter echoes through the room.

Even after Barbara put’s y/n into the car that Tabitha had waiting, she still laughs. Yet her laughter is softer now, raspier. Tabitha glances in the rearview mirror to look at y/n.

“She okay?” She asks, glancing at Barbara. Barbara shakes her head.

“Theo killed Jerome…he killed him, Tabs.” Tabitha tilts her head, slamming her foot down on the gas.

Y/n’s laughter continues, but it slowly turns into sobs, which grow louder and louder. She covers her face with her hands, her whole body shaking as she cries.

“That…son of a…I’m going to kill him…he,” she hiccups, and inhales shakily. “He killed Jerome.”

Like a lion you ran, a goddess you rolled
Like an eagle you circled, in perfect purple
So how come things move on, how come cars don’t slow
When it feels like the end of my world
When I should but I can’t let you go?

Y/n shuts her eyes tightly while Barbara holds her gently, stroking her hair. She still shakes as she sobs, unable to control herself.

“He took him away,” she cries. “Theo betrayed him-he-he killed him, he killed Jerome.” Tabitha sits down next to her, not knowing what to do.

“You’re going to be okay,” she starts. “You’ll get over thi-” Before Tabitha can even finish her sentence, y/n’s head snaps over to her, her gaze meeting Tabitha’s quickly.

“How could you say that?” She shouts through her sobs. “You have no right to say that! You don’t know what it’s like! I’m not going to get over this! How am I supposed to? How am I just supposed to let him go!?” Both of them are stunned by y/n’s rage, and Barbara attempts to pull her back into a hug, glaring slightly at Tabitha. She gets off of the couch and turns to face them. “How can I just let him go!? I loved him, I loved him!” Tabitha and Barbara stare at her, their hearts breaking when they see the pain on her face.

“Did you just…” Barbara stops Tabitha before she can continue as Y/n’s expression morphs from pain to desperation and realization.

“I…I didn’t just say that!” She shouts helplessly, backing away from Barbara’s offer of a hug. “I didn’t love him-I didn’t say that…” Her voice trails off as she inhales deeply.

“Y/n, it’s okay if you-”

“I don’t! Okay? I don’t.” Y/n whispers, wrapping her arms around herself. “I didn’t and I don’t, and I won’t ever.” She covers her face and sighs, composing herself before letting her arms fall down to her side, plastering a wide smile over her pained expression.

“Y/n…” Barbara says, tilting her head in concern.

“I’m fine.” She says, turning around. “I’m just tired, I’m going to go to sleep.”

“Y/n, you can’t just ignore what you said-what happened.” Barbara says softly, causing y/n to freeze.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says coldly.

“You said you loved him.” Tabitha says.

“No, I didn’t,” y/n’s words are not only trying to convince them, but herself too.

“Why are you denying it? We can talk to you y/n. We can help y-”

“Because! Because as long as I never cared about him I can’t miss him! As long as he wasn’t important to me, I won’t cry over him! I won’t feel like this anymore! I can’t feel like this! I won’t let myself, I won’t let myself be like this! So, pathetic and so weak!” Y/n shouts, her eyes filling to the brim with tears. She inhales deeply. “Now I’m going to go to sleep.” She whispers, turning around. “And in the morning, we won’t mention this.” Y/n moves into the bedroom quickly, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her.

But when I’m cold, cold
Oh when I’m cold, cold
There’s a light that you give me when I’m in shadow
There’s a feeling you give me, an Everglow
Like brothers in blood, sisters who ride
And we swore on that night we’d be friends til we die
But the changing of winds, and the way waters flow


She lays down on her bed, grabbing her phone and opening the photos. She scrolls up until she comes across the picture of Jerome she’d taken when he wasn’t paying attention. A cold, heavy weight settles down on her chest as she stares at the picture. It doesn’t take long for her vision to be distorted by the tears filling her eyes and she swipes them away absent mindedly, a small, sad smile appearing on her face. Her breathing slows as she stares at his face, his hair wild as he had just come back from the rooftop. It had been the day they made their mark on Gotham, the Maniax. It all seemed so unreal, so wrong that he was dead. Y/n almost couldn’t believe it. A part of her was convinced that Theo would walk through these doors anytime, Jerome in tow, no one dead. She was convinced he would hug her, tell her it was all a joke, tell her it was a trick. That it wasn’t real, that he was fine.

That he loved her.

Y/n pushes the thought out of her head as she begins to scroll through her photos.

A small pang shoots through her heart as she comes across a picture that they’d taken together, only hours before his death.

Life as short as the falling of snow
And now I’m gonna miss you I know
But when I’m cold, cold
In water rolled, salt
I know that you’re with me and the way you will show
And you’re with me wherever I go
And you give me this feeling this Everglow

(Time skip to Jerome’s resurrection)

When Barbara and Tabitha finished telling y/n about the Cult’s plan of bringing Jerome back to life, her reaction was duller than they had expected. She simply cocked an eyebrow, a weariness appearing in her eyes at the mention of his name. Barbara had hoped for the light to return to y/n’s eyes when they had told her this. She frowns at y/n.

“Aren’t you excited? Jerome’s going to be back.” Barbara says, giving y/n a huge smile. Y/n stares up at her and replies with a small shrug.

“You’d thought he would come back when Theo did. He didn’t. What makes you think it’s going to be different now? The cult is saying they’ll bring him back, but they can’t do shit. He’s not coming back, and I need to accept that.” Her voice is dull and scratchy, as if she had just recently been crying.

“Y/n, they are bringing him back. Trust me, I know it. They seemed very serious about this. Please, just trust me. Just have hope.”


Oh I
What I wouldn’t give for just a moment to hold
Yeah I live for this feeling this Everglow


“Barbara, turn on the news, hurry!” Tabitha shouts, running out from the next room. Barbara motions to the TV.

“See, that’s probably him rig-” Before she can finish her sentence, y/n turs the television on, a audible gasp escaping her lips when her gaze focuses on the screen.

Testing, testing…… I alive? Am I on air? Can you hear me- ah, screw it let’s do it. Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Oh, take it from me. Death. Is. Dull.” Y/n jumps up, her heart racing.

“J-Jerome, it’s-”

“But coming back….that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whooole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you. Ah, hello officer, you look terrible? Hey you got, huh-ah. Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want, kill who you wan- ah, augh. And when morning comes, you too shall be…reborn.” Jerome’s demented, hoarse laughter fills y/n’s ears as he lights a fuse, walking over to the man he has tied to a chair. “Oh, and uh….”

“Dwight,” the man supplies him with his name.

“I don’t forgive you for my face.” His laughter fills the room, still being able to be heard as he walks out of the room. A slight pain fills y/n’s heart when he’s gone, but his face is burned into her memory. Staples lined his face, as if it had been put back on, which she can only assume the man tied to the chair had something to do with.

Before Barbara, Tabitha, or Y/n can say anything, the lights turn out. Not just there’s; all the lights.

And once again, y/n is left in complete darkness.

So if you love someone, you should let them know
Oh the light that you left me will Everglow


It didn’t take long for them to figure out where Jerome was. It was the only place lite up; a large, twisted circus. Y/n had gone alone, and even as she entered the circus she didn’t regret it. She ran head first, passing all the maniacs, all the murders that surrounded her. Apparently, he had more of a following then they thought.

Jerome!” She shouts his name as she runs, her tears obscuring her vision. “Jerome!” Y/n’s voice cracks as she chokes, trying to hold back her sobs. She doesn’t get far before something trips her, causing her to fall face first into the dirt. She tries to get up, but someone pins her down. “Let me go! Let me go you bastard!” She shouts, struggling to move forward, only making it a few inches before she’s forced onto her back, a blade touching her neck and just barely breaking skin. A warm drop of blood trickles down her neck, and she closes her eyes, flashes of Jerome’s death playing through her mind. “Please-” Whatever y/n was going to say is cut off by her attackers screams, and a loud thud. Her eyes open instantly, and she sees Jerome pinning the man down, staring at him with wide eyes, a dagger stuck in the man’s stomach.

“Look at me,” Jerome croaks, yanking the blade out only to shove it back in. “I want to see you die,” He hisses. “I want to see your eyes, you realizing what a mistake you made.” He leans in close, his gaze slipping over to you as his smile widens cruelly. “She’s mine, and no one hurts what’s mine.” With that, the man dies. Or maybe he was already dead. Y/n wasn’t paying attention to him, her gaze was laser-focused on Jerome. He stands up, brushing himself off with one hand and then pretending to smooth his hair down as he walks over to y/n, pulling her up to her feet and placing one of his gloved hands on her face. His eyes stare into hers as a look of wonder crosses his face. “I remember you, y/n. You were the first thing I remembered…” He leans in closer, placing his other hand firmly on her back and pulling her too him. “I remember not being able to say everything I wanted- I remember not trying…I’m never going to do that again,” he murmurs, his lips now only inches from hers. “I love you y/n. I’m never going to leave you again, and you’re not going to be leaving me anytime soon…right?”

“I-I won’t. I can’t believe you’re alive, Jerome-” His permanent smile widens.

“Shh, y/n. Not now. Right now, I just… I just want to,” his voice stops abruptly as he kisses y/n roughly, his eyes closing instantly. Jerome breaks the kiss quickly though, causing y/n to sigh softly. “I just wanna be with you.” He finishes. A blissful look crosses his face as he tilts his head. “And now, after a year…after a year of nothing but darkness and loneliness, I have you back.”


Gladio x Reader drabble

You saw him staring out the apartment window at the rising sun, his lips pressed in a thin line. His posture was rigid, and his brow was furrowed. You rose from the bed, wiping the sleep from your eyes.

“Gladio?” you called to him, but he didn’t answer. His back was to you, the bright light streaming into the room partially silhouetted by his large frame. You’d almost forgotten what it looked like, not being washed in darkness. You marvelled at the beams as they crested over his shoulders and spilled onto the bed you shared, stretching out to touch your fingertips and bathe you in a long-awaited warmth.

“Gladio,” you repeated, softer this time. He flinched a little at the sound of his name. You got up and walked over to him, your bare feet padding along the cold wooden floor of your room. You came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his middle. “Good morning, handsome.”

He didn’t reply.

“He did it,” you said after a beat, gently squeezing your arms around his torso. “He saved us.”

It was then that you felt his breath hitch.

You looked up at Gladio. Your tall, strong warrior of a man. His head bowed in mourning, trying so hard to even out his lungs.

“Hey,” you turned him around so that he was facing you. His eyes were still glued to the ground, his hands in clenched fists. You cupped his face in your hands and lifted him so that he was looking at you. His amber eyes were glazed over, shining and wet. A single tear rolled down his cheek as his gaze met yours.

You wiped it away and pressed a soft, barely-there kiss to his lips, a sad smile gracing your features as you pulled away.

“It’s okay.”

He touched his forehead to yours and let out a sob, his arms coming around you to hold you close. He sank down to the floor, taking you with him, and you gently stroked his hair as he cried onto your shoulder.


Cinder wakes up in a cold sweat, her head filled with visions of Levana and a fiery nursery

Scarlet shrieks in her sleep, she is back on Luna and is still being tortured by that awful lunar child

Cress cries herself awake, drowning in a sea of sand and a laughing Sybil nearby

Winter hides under her sheets away from thuamaturges that stalk her sleep, covered in blood


Kai rolls over and pulls Cinder to him, tucking her head under his chin, murmuring sweet nothings into her ear until she dozes off

Wolf’s wakes up and says pulls Scarlet in his lap and lets her sob on his shoulder until she calms down

Thorne picks cress up bridal style to a window where they watch earth swirl beneath them

Jacin crawls under the covers with snacks and a flashlight, and keeps Winter laughing until she can’t stay awake


Imagine: The That 70’s Show series finale opens with Eric on a plane saying to the passenger beside him, “And I bet that that is exactly what happened while I was gone! I’ve only been in Africa for six months but I had to come home and make sure my whole life hadn’t turned to crap. It came to me in a dream. It’s like when Luke Skywalker….” The other passenger rolls his eyes and asks a stewardess for another drink. When Eric gets home he finds that nothing has really changed that much after all. His dad is tinkering away in the garage and calls him a dumbass who can’t remember what month it is before clapping him on the shoulder and leading him into the house. His mom is in the kitchen preparing food for the New Year’s Eve party they are throwing and cries when she sees him, telling him that he isn’t allowed to leave her ever again. Her sobs cause someone to enter from the living room and there is Donna, still blonde and beautiful and smiling at him as she charges forward to wrap him in a hug. She pulls back after a second to smack him on the chest and calls him a dillhole for not telling her he was coming but less than a second later her arms are back around his neck and she tells him it’s more romantic this way anyway. After being reassured by his parents and girlfriend that nothing too out of the ordinary happened while he was away Donna leads him down to the basement where he is met by the welcomed sight of Hyde and Jackie sitting on their usual chair, and Fez across from them in the lawn chair; all of them watching a random rerun on the television. They all stand up and greet him with hugs, even Jackie who then proceeds to shove her left hand in his face showing off the diamond ring that Hyde had put there after they returned from Chicago, and he congratulates her before glancing at his best friend who has a smile plastered on his clean-shaven face. He realizes that the unholy couple looks happier than he ever remembers them being and he congratulates them both again with more sincerity. Hyde answers by pulling Jackie back to their chair as he suggests a welcome home circle and they all eagerly gather around the old wooden table. Fez proves to be his usual pervy, fun-loving and awkward self and takes it upon himself to fill Eric in on all the boring details of what he’s missed as they pass the joint. Just like old times. Once their highs begin to wear off Eric follows Donna as she starts to drag him yet again, this time leading him out the basement door, up the stone steps and across the driveway to her house for a more private reunion. When they finally make it back to the Forman’s they find everyone in the living room where the party has already started and they are just in time to see Kelso enter through the front door with Betsy and Brooke and the last piece of the puzzle shifts into place. Jokes are told, burns are made and a minor crisis or two is averted until finally it is time to move the party to the driveway and ring in the 80’s. Fade to black.

Fourth Christmas

the series is as follows so far:

FirstSecond ThirdFourthFifthFifth Christmas, Part 2SixthSeventhEighthNinthTenthEleventhTwelfthThirteenthFourteenthFifteenthSixteenthSeventeenthEighteenthNineteenthTwentiethTwenty-firstTwenty-secondTwenty-third


She hadn’t decorated that year. She’d flown out to California with her mother several days before Christmas and wasn’t supposed to return until just before New Year’s so she made the executive decision to leave her decorations in the closet.

Mulder had also refrained from decking her place out in her absence.

It was fairly difficult for him.

But then he got the phone call, had to fly out to her and all manner of holiday cheer was forgotten, shoved to the wayside in the wake of news he never expected to turn out anything but bad.

Now, they were just leaving the airport, January 3rd and the world depressed around them. They rang in the New Year piecing together a funeral, Scully holding him at arms’ length while she pushed her mother away completely, choosing to sit idly in his hotel room rather than face champagne, fireworks and Dick Clark. He’d cracked open the mini-bar in the room and paid an exorbitant amount to help Scully drink her sorrows down, drowning them for a few precious minutes in cheap whiskey and off-brand gin.

They’d left for their plane right from the church, Scully having once again told her mother that she was fine traveling home without her. Maggie had been not-so-subtly hinting about staying a few extra days with her new grandson and given Scully couldn’t picture being trapped on a plane beside her mother for six hours minimum, she paid extra, informed her mother she was leaving with Mulder and walked away, trying not to think about the funeral they would have to attend first.

The flight was quiet but not awkward, surprising given the last two weeks of their lives. Mulder, to his astonishment, felt a small, cold hand slide over his arm, her fingers fitting between his like they were meant to be there, as they took off. He didn’t react, thought, except to twist his hand upside-down, palm to palm, weaving knuckles, warming bone.

Disembarking the plane, they entered the insanity of National Airport and Mulder all but curled himself around her, blocking her from running passengers, shopping bags, backpacks, rogue rolling luggage, that mumbling guy that seems to be in every airport they’ve ever been in, just wearing a different hat. Guiding her to baggage claim, he grabbed their bags, clearing a path she trailed close behind in as they aimed towards his car.

Finally, eventually, they were on the road, Scully small in her seat, Mulder quiet in his, until, “is it strange that it feels like it was never Christmas?”

Worrying his cheek between his teeth, he shook his head, “not really. I mean, you got out there and the world went weird, then surprising then completely terrible and now you’re back home in January and you never had time to stop and realize it was Christmas.”

Head back against the seat, she let her face fall towards the window, away from her partner, “I don’t want to go home, Mulder.”

“Then we won’t.” Instead, he took them to his apartment, opening her door for her, taking her hand as she stepped up the curb. Soon, they were in his place, door safely locked behind them, Mulder gently guiding her towards the bedroom, “go take a nap. I’ll go back out and get some food for this place and when I get back, we’ll have dinner and watched Christmas movies until March.”

She had a protest crawling up her throat but it never saw the light of day as she nodded, defeated by the world and uncomfortable in her own skin. Walking first out of her shoes, then pulling off her sweater to reveal Mulder’s Care Bear t-shirt she had stolen, loaned back and commandeered once again, she made it under the covers before she began to cry. Watching her from the doorframe, he gave her a minute while he pulled his own shoes off, relinquished his overhead, closed the blinds to the falling twilight as well as the soon-to-be-glowing streetlights. Finding the box of Kleenex in the living room, he set it beside her on the nightstand, then leaned into her, hand on the mattress, “do you want some company or would you like me to go find some food?”

Her non-committal, soggy, shoulder shrug gave him his answer and without another syllable, he climbed up and crawled right over her, jostling her, accidently-on-purpose rolling her onto her back, t-shirt chest smushing her nose, blankets all bunched by the time he went horizontal beside her. She was still crying but her lips were curled up instead of down and that was progress in his book.

Once he’d gotten under the covers, straightened them, made sure they were tucked around her opposite shoulder tightly, he manhandled her lightly, rolling her the rest of the way towards him, tucking her head against his shoulder, “hit me if you want me to go away.”

Then he cried with her.


It seemed hours until she finally fell asleep, the last bottled up 11 days pouring forth in an ugly catharsis of Kleenex, sobbing hiccups and soaking wet cotton until she finally passed out, mouth open, nose congested, eyes so puffy he’d be surprised if she could see anything the next morning.

He wouldn’t trade her for a damn thing.

Inching out of the bed, he got his shoes back on and disappeared out the door, food and other things on his to-do list.


It was well after midnight before he fell asleep on the couch and after 3am before he felt the softest of kisses on his cheek, then the heavier of kisses on his mouth. The quiet ‘thank you’ made him open his eyes, deciding he would be a terrible person if he followed her mouth for another kiss but the debate was there, the contemplation, then, her lips on his again, just the corner of his mouth but it held warmth and promise and tasted a little like Almond Chicken sauce.

“You found dinner.”

“I did find dinner.” Sitting on the coffee table, she leaned forward, elbows on knees, “and I found Christmas.”

Smiling so wide his eyes disappeared in crinkles, “I couldn’t let you not have Christmas.”

Scully pointed over her shoulder, “you broke into my house again. That is not the reason you have a key.”

Behind her, her tree was twinkling beside Mulder’s desk, lights, ornaments, stockings, candy canes all stolen from her hall closet and apparently transferred, while she was dead asleep, from her place to his and set up, spewing forth Christmas joy where there hadn’t been any when she went to sleep.

“I do that.”

“I see you added garland. Where in the world did you get garland after Christmas?”

“Magical elves and post-holiday blow-out sales. I could have also bought 1.2 miles of Christmas lights for $.60.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“Where the hell would I hang 1.2 miles of Christmas lights?”

“We could have made it work.”

Sitting up, he patted the couch beside him, “come here.” She scooted to him before he continued, “how’s your head?”

“Throbbing. How do my eyes look?”


Her barriers were still down, as they tended to be more and more around him and without pretense, she shifted her legs over his lap and leaned into his upper arm, “I found the new ornament.”

It was a glittery snow globe of Santa on a beach, feet up, reindeer lolling on his back in the sand.

“Bought it a few weeks back and was just gonna slip it in your box when I was over next and then, well, this seemed better.”

Hugging his arm next, “I love it. Thank you very much.”

Once his arm started moving, he wasn’t about to stop it and soon, it was around her shoulders, his feet on the coffee table, his other hand on her knee. Giving it a small squeeze, “I think we should pretend that we are couch potatoes whose world extends no further than this apartment.”

“Can it extend into tomorrow maybe?” Looking at her watch, “we only have 3 hours until we are supposed to leave for work.”

“Are you suggesting Christmas hooky?” Simply nodding her ‘yes’, he ‘hmm’d’ his agreement in his throat, then rested his head against the top of hers, “any of that Chinese food left?”

Muscles tightening to stand, he held her in place instead, “that wasn’t a hint to go get me food. I’ll get something later. Right now, I like you here and me here and … I like us … right here.”


He was almost back asleep, head heavy on hers, when he heard her say something. Not opening his eyes, “what?”

“How can I miss her? I knew her for less than two weeks.”

“But she was your daughter. Doesn’t matter how long you knew her.”

“How do I know if I miss her as a person or as an idea?” He could hear the waver in her voice, “what am I supposed to do now?”

“Right now,” turning her in a twisty, contorted, shifting, sliding kind of way, he managed to get them both lying on the couch without either falling on the floor, “I think you should stop thinking and close your eyes,” gripping her and turning her a few degrees until her hip wasn’t digging in his parts, “and listen to my voice while I tell you,” now running his finger lightly over her eyebrows and forehead, “a story,” moving his finger over her cheek and chin, “about how Santa is really an alien.”



“I really wanted to keep her.”

Squeezing her tightly to him, he mumbled into her hair, “I know you did.”

Say Something
                                   -  PART I

Kai Parker x Reader

WORD COUNT : 1 444 …

WARNING : angst…

(Events in this story take place after Kai turned into a vampire / witch heretic.
Kai and Reader are in a relationship ; One night Reader sees Kai kissing someone else at the Grill and shuts him out , but he is determined to get her forgiveness …)


Three days have gone by since the incident. He still didn’t know how that had happened. Kai loved Y/N and would never ever hurt her. Not intentially , anyways… but that’s exactly what happened that night at the Grill.  Some random girl had approached him and kissed him … and he hadn’t pushed her away , instead Kai had done the opposite and Y/N had seen it. The look of hurt and pain of her face , tears streaming down her face - he couldn’t get the image out of his head.  He had rushed after her , tried to talk to her but she had shut the door in his face , literally.
Kai wanted to apologise to her and he had tried more than couple of times over the past few days. Y/N just wouldn’t return his calls , wouldn’t reply his text messages. He had been to her apartment every day from sunrise to dawn, knocking on the door , sitting with his back at the door … without getting any response from her. She was inside , that he could tell. Kai could hear her crying and smashing things inside , using his vampire hearing.
He hated himself for the pain he had caused her.

Three days… That’s how long it has been. To Y/N it felt longer , as if she was in a nightmare and couldn’t wake up no matter how hard she tried.
Kai came by every day ,sitting outside her apartment door and sometimes she sat there too , on her side. Listening. Y/N wasn’t a vampire but sometimes when she rested her head on the door , she heard sniffles from the other side.  
Kai had also called her a few times , leaving voicemails asking for her forgiveness. Each time she broke into sobs listening to them , her heart breaking all over again.
The pain her chest was suffocating her. Kai might’ve put her through hell , but she loved him and missed him so much. It hurt her more being away from him than the memory of what he had done to break her heart.
A couple times Caroline and Bonnie had called her. Their calls she answered.  Y/N knew if she didn’t answer , things might get even worse. Despite the fact Kai had hurt her , she couldn’t stand the thought of something happening to him.
“Did something happen with … Kai ?” Caroline asked her , her voice worried.
“No. Nothing happened , Caroline.” Y/N had lied , putting on the best show in her life. “I just caught some nasty flu , that’s all. I just need a few days to recover , that’s all.” For all Y/N knew , the lie had been accepted as the truth by her friends.

The next day he decided to try again. Kai walked to her place and knocked on Y/N’s apartment door , his palms sweaty. He need to see her , hear her voice and was determinated to talk to her and ask for her forgiveness.
A few moments later Kai heard movement from the inside and Y/N opened the door. “Hey…” he said , a small smile on his face.  He couldn’t believe she had opened the door.
Y/N scoffed and tried to shut the door in his face but he pushed it open.
“Please , talk to me.” he pleaded , walking inside and shutting the door behind him. For the past few days all Kai had wanted was to see her , hear her voice … He wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.
She turned around to face him , her eyes red and puffy from all the tears. Kai let out a breath and took a few steps , shortening the distance between them. He stared at his shoes , unable to meet her eyes.
Y/N looked at him for a few seconds. Kai looked broken , dark circles under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in days , his hair all messed up. Quickly she dropped her gaze , before he even had the chance to notice she had looked at him.
“I screwed up , Y/N.” he said trying to take her hand but she pulled back right away. “I … I didn’t mean for this to happen. I don’t even know how it happened…  I never meant to hurt you.” Kai said , tears filling his eyes. “I… ” he swallowed hard. “I am so so so sorry…”
Kai wanted so badly for her to look at him. To yell at him , hit him. Anything. Any reaction… “Say something. Please.”
Y/N kept starring at the carpet , studying it as if it was the most interesting piece of art in the world. Every time she closed her eyes the image showed up in her head - Kai kissing that other girl , pulling her closer to him the way  he pulled HER close… Tears started rolling down her cheeks again and Y/N couldn’t stop them. Her emotions were on overload

“I am so sorry , Y/N.” Kai said , pain clear in his voice. “I am SO SORRY … I am the biggest jerk in the world and I don’t deserve you or your forgiveness.”
Tears kept rolling down her cheeks and all he wanted was to wrap his arms around her and hold her tight. To comfort her.  "I hate myself so much for what I did… and I’d take it back in a heartbeat.“  Kai took a step towards her , waiting for her to step back.  "I love you.” he said , “I love you with everything that I have. Please , forgive me… ” Kai pleaded taking another step towards her, closing the distance between them.

Y/N’s heart was breaking from the pain , from listening and seeing Kai like this. Yes , he had cheated on her… and part of her wanted to hate him , however the larger part loved him so much and couldn’t stand seeing tears in his eyes. She wanted to hug him or him to hug her , to tell her it was all a bad dream , a misunderstanding…

Silence was hanging heavy in the air , every second felt like hours to both of them.
Finally Kai couldn’t take it anymore - watching the tears roll down her cheeks , her body shaking from the sobs because of all the pain … He pulled her into a hug wrapping his hands around Y/N pulling her closer to him. He wished he could snap his fingers , make all of her pain away , make everything right again …
Y/N took in his scent , breathing it in deeply  for a few moments before pulling away.
“Kai … ” she said , trying hard to fight back the tears. Suddenly all she felt was anger towards him. Y/N hit him again and again , waiting for him to stop her. He didn’t. Kai was relieved he got a reaction from her , he deserved her anger and he accepted it. “You. Can’t. Fix. This. With. An. ‘I’m sorry’.” she said , each word followed by another punch on his chest.  When Y/N was done hitting him , she took a deep breath , her body starting to shake from the sobs starting all over again. Kai pulled her into another hug , wrapping his hands tight around her and Y/N started crying again.
“Tell me what to do to make it right ,  Y/N.” he said , feeling a tear rolling down his face. “I’ll do anything…” Kai had cried before , but this time it felt different , the pain causing his tears was different. It felt as if someone was trying to rip his heart out.
Y/N wanted him to go away .. and to stay at the same time. She wrapped her arms around him. Somehow Kai was both the cause of her pain and the only cure for it. She needed him like one needs air to live. The past few days , despite the fact Y/N kept ignoring his calls , text messages and the knocks on her door … All she wanted was for Kai to hug her , be there with her…
“Stay.” she said hugging him tighter. “Stay and don’t let go.”
Kai pulled her tighter and let out a breath he hadn’t even realised was holding. “Do you forgive me ?” he asked , his voice about to break. He listened to Y/N’s breathing - uneven from the sobs..
A few minutes passed agonisingly slowly before she answered him.
“Ask me again tomorrow.” she said , pulling away from the hug and looking him in the eyes for the first time since he got to her place ,the cracks in her heart visible through her eyes. Y/N wrapped her hands around him once again.
“I’ll find a way to make it right …” Kai whispered more to himself than to her. “I promise.”

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I am working on part II and when its ready it will be posted straight away. ☺
… I was rewatching TVD while writing this one , and some of the pain (or lots of it) might’ve reflected on the story.
I do hope you like it though .. ☺

Second Chances || Tyler Down x Reader

I’ll be meeting you there, because that poof hair, heart shaped cookie got me like damn daddy what that ass do. 😘 😘

Word Count: 1,097

Warnings: Reader is a Mild Sadist, Mentions of Suicide


    September had swooped through Crestmont briskly, turning the trees brilliant shades of orange, red, and yellow. The air had become frigid within the span of a few weeks. Enough so to burn your lungs with every breath, and leave you puffing clouds of white smoke when you exhaled.

    Things had changed around the small, friendly town. It had grown cold after Hannah and Jeff’s deaths. When the Bakers came out with a set of tapes recorded before their daughter’s suicide, the truth was outed.

    Bryce was sentenced to twenty years in prison. Since his first offense was considered a class two felony, and his second involved a minor, he was given no chance of parole.

    Tyler had been changed to a correctional school in the city. Many people thought he should of been arrested too, but as it was his first offense, and he hadn’t reached the legal age of adulthood, they sent him off with a warning.

    Marcus’s dream colleges all suddenly decided they didn’t want him anymore. As for Courtney, it was revealed she was a lesbian, but the funny thing is; people disliked her for defending Bryce, not because she turned out to like girls.

    Shortly after Alex had been pronounced dead, Justin was reported missing. No one had seen him for nearly three days. He had yet to come back, leaving Jessica distraught.

    Sheri was sued by the Atkins family for not reporting an accident that resulted in the death of their son. She was going to be paying off that debt for a long time.

    Zach and his family moved away to an entirely different state, probably to give him a chance to start over.

    Ryan quit writing the school paper, and eventually graduated early to head off to college.

    Clay got the best ending of everyone. He was barely seen without Skye Miller anymore. Word had spread that they were in a relationship shortly after he had asked her out on a date to Monet’s. He seemed happy, and Skye certainly was.

    You pulled your jacket tighter over your chest, staring down at a pile of leaves that your dad had raked up the day before, now scattered across your shoes. It was dark, save for the blinking porch light strung up around the front door to your house.

    Lying on top of that pile, looking dazed, was Tyler Down; the school’s ex-junior photographer. The only reason you knew his name was because of the tapes.

    “It’s a little cold to be sneaking around taking pictures, isn’t it?” you asked, the sarcasm evident in your voice.

    This wasn’t the first time you had caught him, but it was the first time he saw you catch him. You stared down at him, watching his baby blue eyes dart around nervously. He was looking at everything but you, purposely trying to avoid meeting your gaze.

    You knelt down in front of him, clicking your tongue. “Wasn’t it enough when you killed Hannah Baker?”

    He gritted his teeth. “She killed herself.”

    “Bullshit. You don’t kill yourself for no reason,” you replied. “That’s like saying the world spins just because it wants to. There’s always a reason. You’re one of them.”

    He blinked, tears glistening in the corners of his eyes. “I didn’t do anything compared to what Bryce did, or Jessica, or Marcus.”

    “No, not what they did,” you agreed. “But that doesn’t make you innocent, Tyler. You crept outside of an emotionally devastated girl’s window. Your camera kept her wide awake when the only thing she wanted was to be able to sleep. You took away the last bit of privacy that she had left. You sent a picture of her topless and making out with Courtney to everyone, because you were angry she didn’t want to hang out with her stalker. ”

    “Why are you doing this?” he asked quietly.

    “For the same reason you do what you do,” you said. “I get pleasure out it.”

    He tried to stand, but you pressed a hand against his chest. You reached down to pick up his camera from where it had fallen when he’d tripped. He turned away, attempting to cover his face as you snapped a photo of him.

    “Aw, isn’t that just adorable?” you cooed mockingly. “Not used to being on the other end of the camera, are you? A little shy?”

    His shoulders began to shake, and it wasn’t long after that you heard him choking on a slew of hard sobs. You threw the camera to the side, reaching to pry his hands off of his face. You brushed away the tears rolling down his cheeks, silently watching him break down.

    You sat back, legs crossed, and waited until he had cried himself out. When it was all said and done his eyes were puffy and red, his face was flushed, and he was shivering from the wind.

    You peeled off your jacket, throwing it over him.

    “I don’t get it,” he whispered. “Do you hate me or not?”

    “I don’t hate you. I just like hurting people,” you replied. “Until I start feeling bad, and then I try to help them like that’s going to make it all better.”

    He stared, bewildered.

    “When my family and I lived in a town called Millborough, there was this kid. He was really smart, all the teachers loved him. I used to make fun him every day after school,” you said quietly, plucking up strands of grass. “I was just having fun. I thought he knew I was joking. Then he threw himself off of a nearby bridge at the end of 9th grade.”

    “You got someone killed too?” he asked.

    You nodded. “Just like you, I still do what I shouldn’t do. I hurt people because it makes me feel good. You take pictures because it makes you feel good. We’ve got a lot in common.”

    He sat up, hugging your jacket tightly around himself. “I guess we do.”

    You smiled. “The stalker and the sadist. What a pair.”

    He brought his knees to his chest, sighing shakily. “I don’t like what I am.”

    “Same here,” you agreed.

    His eyes met yours for the briefest of moments. “I forgive you… for what just happened. Not like I didn’t deserve it.”

    “Don’t forgive me,” you muttered. “I don’t deserve it.”

    “Yes, you do.” He pushed himself a little closer, grabbing your hand. He sniffled, rubbing at his nose, still irritated and crimson from his tears. “I could be your second chance.”

    You felt your heart clench, throbbing within the confines of your chest. “Okay. Then I’ll be yours.”

    “Then let’s start over.” He held out his hand for you to shake. “I’m Tyler.”

    You took it, giving him a light tug. Your lips collided as you dragged him to the ground. Your mouths moved as perfectly as two puzzle pieces fitting together. When you pulled away, the both of you were breathless.

    “Hi, Tyler,” you said. “I’m Y/N.”

Stay Part 1

Characters: Sam x Reader

Words: 1211

Warning: Arguing, crying, angst

This is the first part in a new mini series, based off of my drabble for @cleverdame ‘s Valentine’s Day and Birthday Challenge! There will be four parts, so get ready. ;) Enjoy!

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anonymous asked:

Maybe something with vampire Genji or McCree? Like them first meeting their s/o?


Being a vampire made him deadly enough, but being a cyborg vampire made him twice as lethal. So when he laid down what prey was his, the other blood-suckers knew to steer clear. And this time, he had marked [Name] as his prey. But no matter how many nights he stalked them with dozens of perfect opportunities to strike, he found himself just watching them rather than pouncing.

Although they were one of his most enticing preys, they were also one of his most beautiful. And part of him didn’t want to ruin that beauty. So on most days, he sulk in the shadows and watch you, suppressing the green glow of his cyborg body.

But one night, as they sat reading a book on the sofa, he saw them dose off and fall asleep. Any vampire would take this chance, so he figured it was now or never. He practically slithered across the front lawn and slowly slid the window open. He entered with the chilly night air outside, staring down at their peaceful face. Now he let his green glow shine through the dark room, creating a soft light on their sleeping form.

Genji carefully removed the book from their hands and pushed a bit of their hair back to see their neck. As pretty their face was, their neck was even prettier. He dipped his head, taking his mask off as he did, revealing his gleaming fangs open and ready for the meal. Fangs lingered just above the veins in their neck, grazing their skin lustfully. Just as he was going for the first bite, they stirred, and he froze. As soon as his prey figured out what was going on, they screamed and began to fight him.

“Hold still,” he growled, pinning their wrists down so they couldn’t get away.

They continued to shriek and kick their legs as he ravished their neck , breathing and licking that inciting scent in. When his fangs punctured their skin, he let his eyes roll back in pleasure as he moaned at the taste. It was delicious. But then their screams turned into little whimpers and cries, and suddenly he felt a strange saltiness in their blood–like he could taste their fear, and it wasn’t a good kind of fear either.

He managed to pull himself away, their blood still on his fangs. Looking down at them, he could see them sobbing, and–ah fuck. Why did it bug him so much? He had fed on people less than half his age as they cried for their mothers and he still felt nothing! So why was he feeling so wrong seeing them cry like this. He felt like he wanted to do anything to make them stop.

His cold hands gently rubbed over the spot where he had bitten, clearing away the excess blood. Then his hand traveled up to the side of their head, and for a while, he sat there running his fingers through their hair. He did so until they stopped crying and ventured a look up at him.

“Don’t cry,” he muttered, “I won’t do it again.”

“Am I dreaming?” they whispered shakily.

The cyborg just smiled bitterly and nodded, “Yeah, you’re dreaming. Go back to sleep.”

Although they shut their eyes and shrunk further into the sofa, he leaned in and gave them a kiss on the forehead.

“I’ll see you in your dreams. I won’t ever bite you again,” he promised, running a metallic hand down their cheek.

Then they watched with baited breath as he slowly got up and darted out the window. He might have said it was a dream, but they still had that bite on their neck.


[Name] wasn’t stupid–they had seen vampires before. They wouldn’t consider themselves a hunter necessarily, but they knew enough to defend themselves. But when it came to Jesse, that nice vamp who bought them drinks, they didn’t feel like they needed to keep their guard up. Maybe it was his vampire charm, or maybe it was because he was genuinely nice, but they liked hanging out with him. And as far as they knew, he was unaware that they knew he was a vampire.

They figured they’d have to tell him eventually, just to get that barrier out of the way. But how does one tell a friend that “oh, by the way I know you suck human blood.” It wasn’t really something easy to bring up in conversation. Instead, they thought of a more casual way to bring it up. One evening, as they sat watching the moon from [Name]’s balcony, they pulled out another drink. But this one wasn’t alcoholic, and it wasn’t for sharing. McCree eyed the thermos suspiciously and glanced up at them.

“What’s in that?” he asked.

“Deer blood,” they shrugged, “Squeezed it from my hunt this morning.”

For a few moments, he just stared at them, a little surprised they knew without him having to tell them! But then, he remembered how clever they were, always correcting him when he didn’t give the right tip amount at the bar. Chuckling, he took the thermos and popped the lid off.

“Thanks, darlin’,” he nodded.

One whiff of the blood though and Jesse’s nose crinkled in disgust. He hadn’t had to resort to animal blood in a long time, and he certainly wasn’t going to start now. He wanted something a little more human.

“So you know what I am?” he shrugged, capping the thermos again.

“Mhm,” they grunted, taking a sip of their drink.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed their arm tightly, making them jump.

“Then you know I like my blood fresh,” he growled.

[Name] barely had time to react when Jesse yanked them into his lap as he let his fangs come out. Their body squirmed in his arms as he slowly ran a finger up and down their neck.

“Ya knew I was a vamp, but ya still hung around me?” he whispered in their ear, “Not a smart move, darlin’,”

“You won’t bite me,” they hissed.


“I trust you. You’re my friend,” they said firmly, but they couldn’t hide the little waver in their voice.

“If you go around trustin’ any ol’ vamp, you’re gonna end up gettin’ sucked dry,” he chuckled.

They felt his fangs scrape their neck teasingly and they shut their eyes in fear. If they had been prepared, they would have worn a crucifix, but they never thought this would happen with Jesse. They heard him open his mouth, a hiss emanating from his throat. They braced for the pain, but instead, it didn’t come…but they still heard him drinking something.

[Name] cracked an eye open, slowly turning back towards their friend. He was taking a big gulp of the thermos of deer blood. McCree cringed and restrained himself from spitting the blood out as he swallowed.

“Yuck…” he grumbled, “But s’pose some friends are worth drinking deer blood for.”

They just sat their as they tried to gather their bearings and calm down a bit. So he had just been teasing them?

“Speakin’ of which, how’d you like to date me? I could use me a girl/guy who gets me blood for free,” he smirked with bloody fangs at them.

“Y…You asshole,” they huffed.

–Mod Sirana

anonymous asked:

i love this blog!! since requests are open, could i possibly request an angsty fic where either mccree, hanzo, or soldier 76 find their s/o severely injured on the battlefield when there's no healer in sight, so they prepare to kill them out of mercy (not the character)? thank you SO much!! i understand that writing for all 3 of them would be too much work, so please only do as much as you want to. thank you again!

hi again!! this was the anon asking for the mercy-kill with soldier 76, mccree, and hanzo! i forgot to include that i’d really like it if help arrived just on time before their s/o gets killed! sorry and thank you very much!


There’s a contingency for this situation. Though the exact wording is different, Jesse has known the contingency since he joined up with Deadlock. Don’t talk to the cops. Don’t negotiate with terrorists.

Don’t let them take you alive.

You limp as fast as you can, keep pushing Jesse to go ahead, run so at least one of you will get out of this mess alive. He refuses to leave you, tries to steady you when he can barely walk himself.

“Get going, idiot. It’s no use if they kill us both.”

You push at him, have called him worse things in the past ten minutes but he won’t budge, stubbornly shakes his head and drags you along.

Right into a dead end.

You stop, both of you staring down the cliff about a hundred feet too deep for comfort. You turn around but the Talon mercs close in fast from the only available escape route.

“Well, shit.” Jesse says, and he’s doing all he can to keep sounding light hearted, like he’s already cooking up another plan. Unless he found a way to grow wings you doubt any plan is getting you out of there.

“Jesse.” you say and cup his cheek. “They’ll want to interrogate us.”

You have maybe a minute before the mercs get into range, less than that to say goodbye. He turns his head away, shakes it. “Y’can’t ask that of me. Don't… “ he pleads with you, grabs your hand and holds it to his chest.

“I can’t fire a gun anymore. If you don’t help me I’ll be captured.”

He kisses every knuckle of your injured hand trying to get you to stop talking about this. He keeps shaking his head, whines deep in his throat like an injured dog.

“Jesse, look at me.”

Finally he looks up and you almost wish he hadn’t. Tears roll down his cheeks. He doesn’t sob, doesn’t sniff or gasp, but he cries. Cries not because you’re asking him to kill you but because he knows he will. There are fates worse than death. He loads peacekeeper, as slow as he dares. The mercs are almost on top of you he can’t draw it out any longer.


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Things a Luthor Does Not Do

I actually forgot to post this here… LIke, I’m really bad at being organized. Anyways:

A Luthor does not cry.

A Luthor does not beg.

A Luthor does not kneel.

A Luthor does not show weakness.

A Luthor does not love.

It lasts until Kara Danvers comes along.

A Luthor does not cry.

Lena learns such thing one week into the Luthor’s household.

She’s five. She’s terrified. She cries. A lot. Never in front of Ms. Luthor, never again in front of Ms. Luthor. Not after the first night.

At five years old, memories are still too vivid in her mind. Her parents smiles’, her parents laughs’, and it’s too much. The hole in her chest is too much.

When Lillian, no, when Ms. Luthor finds her one morning, hands clutching at the duvet and sobs escaping her lips, she barely acknowledges her pain. She’s met with cold eyes and an unwavering voice.

A Luthor does not cry.

Lena learns. Lena follows. Lena tilts her head up, her back way too straight for a seven years old. It takes her two years but she learns. She doesn’t cry.

Not when Lionel dies when she’s eleven and she stands at a eighteen years old Lex’s side, jaw clenched and eyes fixed on a point far way, never focusing on any of the reporters.

Not when she’s sent away for boarding school because, once Lionel is no longer around, mother doesn’t have to pretend to love her.

Not when Lex becomes what he becomes.

She just stares at it all, chin up, settled eyes and unwavering voice. Just like mother. Because a Luthor can be sad, but it can never be shown or heard.

But Kara Danvers appears in her life. Kara Danvers with her bright smile. Kara Danvers with her blushing cheeks. Kara Danvers with her sweet eyes.

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John x Reader x Eliza @gaylienglows 

“Y/N my love?” a sweet voice questioned you from the kitchen. “Will you please go wake up our dear John?”

You smirked. Your girlfriend Eliza knew that you would have no problem with that, mainly because you liked to pull pranks on people to wake them up.

Which is probably why she was asking. She only asked when John wouldn’t get up for any other reason.

Your boyfriend was difficult sometimes. He loved his sleep.

“Of course I will!” you replied gleefully, grabbing a cup of water on your way up to your shared bedroom.

She giggled, knowing what was about to happen.

She waited in the kitchen where she was making muffins, then she heard John scream.


You ran down the stairs laughing, a wet John following closely behind.

“You are so dead babe,” he growled at you.

You shrieked and ran for cover. He ended up grabbing you and tickling your sides.

“John no! Stop!” you laughed.

“Say you’re sorry first!” he challenged.

“What if I’m not?” you asked.

“Then I’m going to keep tickling you! No one can save you now!”

“Eliza! Help me!” you cried out to her. She laughed and shook her head.

“You’re on your own this time sweet cheeks.”

“FINE! I’m sorry John,” you complied.

He smirked and sat you down, not before giving you a loving kiss. Then he made his way over to Eliza and gave her a kiss, which she gratefully accepted.

Breakfast passed in it’s usual manner, small talk about the day’s upcoming events and anything else that might have come up.

“I’ll see you guys later!” Eliza said as she got in her car and drove off to work.

You and John waved and then went to clean up the kitchen and get ready for your own activities.

You both had your separate classes. Usually it went quite well but when John walked out to meet you he saw you waiting for him, tears in your eyes.

“What’s wrong?” he asked frantically, checking for any wounds that you might have gotten.

“That guy stole my notebook,” you sniffled, pointing over to where a frat boy was looking through the notebook that Eliza and John had gotten you for your birthday.

It was very special to you, you loved to draw and write. You kept everything in that book. They had to get you a new one every birthday.

But you were too afraid to go and get it back. You hated conflict.

John’s eyes darkened, and he glared at the man.

“Wait here,” he said stiffly.

He made his way over to the guy, snarling something at him.

You stayed where you were and tried to figure out what they might be saying, then fists started flying.

John swung first then the guy retaliated.

You ran over there and grabbed your book and your boyfriend, then dragged him away. Some of the guys friends came over and dragged him away too.

“Are you okay?” you cried.

John sighed, but nodded.

“I’m fine.”

“You don’t look fine.”

“Then stop looking.”

You rolled your eyes, then grabbed the sleeve of your jacket and swiped away some of the blood that came from his split lip.

“Why did you do that?” you asked him.

“Because they hurt you,” he replied simply.

“Thank you,” you said, a small sob coming out of your mouth. He smiled slightly, wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

You let your forehead drop against his, and the two of you stayed there for a few minutes.

“I’m calling Eliza,” you said to him.

He grimaced.

“Do we have to?”

You glared at him.



“John I’m glad that you took care of Y/N like that but seriously, think about your own safety once and awhile please,” Eliza begged as she cleaned up John.

You nodded.

“I would do it again in a heartbeat,” he said. You and Eliza huffed.

“Just take care of yourself more,” you said to him.

He sighed but conceded.

“Alright fine. I’ll be more careful.”

You and Eliza breathed a sigh of relief, not noticing John’s fingers crossed behind his back.

He stood up and grabbed the two of you, pulling you into bed with him.

“I think we need a movie night right now,” he said.

Eliza smiled and you cuddled into his side.

“I think so too.”

Eliza started a movie and John situated all of you so that you could all be together.

“I love you guys,” you said as you closed your eyes.

“We love you too.”


Locked Up

Desc: Reader is a witch who has un-dealt with feelings for Kai. After learning that Bonnie, her best friend, has locked him up, she flees to rescue him from the Prison World, determined to tell him how she feels.

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Bonnie sat by the crackling fire, brown eyes wide as she spilled everything.

“You WHAT?!” you gasped, hands flying to your mouth.

“Trapped him in the Prison World,” she muttered softly.

Even though she hated Kai, a part of her also hated herself for what she did to him.

Your nails had been clawing into your tender wrists while you listened, tears burning at your eyes.

“(Y/N),” Bonnie hiccuped softly, offering you a hand, “I’m so sorry.”

Your chest rose softly as you took her hand. For a moment, she smiled sadly. Then-

“Gah!?” Bonnie gasped, pulling her hand back and looking at her charred skin.

“If you were sorry,” you said through clenched teeth, “You never would have done this.”

“(Y/N)!” Bonnie called after you as you made way to leave the Salvatore house. A shimmering white shield arose in front of you, blocking your way. “I can’t let you do this!” she begged from behind you.

Your fingers touched the shield, cracks appearing underneath your fingertips as you applied force. It shattered under your touch, splitting into a million pieces as you threw the door open and sprinted far far away.

I will find you, Kai.  


Kai was angry and you knew it. He really had been trying to be a better person. He was learning to love and be loved, but after being completely back stabbed ….he must be absolutely enraged, you thought.

It had been two weeks since arriving in the prison world, and over a month since Kai had been abandoned. The feeling of loneliness sunk deep through your skin. Every breath was yours, every movement was yours, every footprint in the snow was yours.

Until, it wasn’t.

You made way to the Salvatore house with a bag of stolen groceries in your hand. Glittering flakes of snow trickled from the soft white clouds, covering the ground in a layer of cold.

 It was there you saw it. A separate track of footprints in the snow, and they led all the way up to the house.

Pulling your coat to your exposed neck, you sprinted through the snow and to the unlocked door, hands fumbling and shaking from nerves and cold alike as you stepped inside. The house was alight with warm light and glowing candles. You could sniff out a burning log fire, so you let the groceries fall to the ground and tiptoed to the living room, where you came skidding to a halt.

He sat on the couch, feet propped up, and a glass in hand. His face was unshaven, his clothes were stained red, and his eyes were emptier than ever.

“Kai,” you breathed in astonishment. 

His eyes flickered up, and for a moment he didn’t move.

“Is it-”

“Me,” you smiled pathetically.

He looked so far off from reality, unbelieving of what he was looking at. This was, after all, the second time he had been abandoned down here.

A soft smile tickled the corners of his mouth.

“What the hell are you doing here? I mean, I just knew, I wasn’t alone, but-”

“Because I have to be.”

Kai stood, dodging the edge of the table as he approached you slowly, emptied glass in hand. He backed you into the wall, his eyes narrowed. In a flash he had slammed his glass against the wall, the jagged edge coming centimeters from your skin as he breathed heavily.

“She sent you, didn’t she?” he said furiously.

“Kai-” you panted, turning your head away as he easily withheld your limp struggle to escape from his grasp.

He smiled, a malicious grin lighting up his face as he brought his lips to your ear. He placed them softly against your earlobe, whispering against your warm flesh.

“Pathetic. She stole away what I had and now I’ll take what s-”

“Shut up!” you snapped suddenly.

Kai cocked his head, moistening his lips and forcing you to meet his gaze.

“What was that?”

You opened your mouth, eyes red as the feel of the glass slicing your skin caused you to gasp sharply. Your hand wriggled free, snapping up and catching Kai’s wrist. The glass he held instantly melted through his fingers. His lip curled as he brought up his free hand, but you caught that too, swinging him around and pinning him into the wall with such force that the wall cracked behind him. He opened his mouth for a split second, and with both hands pinned above his head, you pressed your lips forcibly into his, silencing his thoughts. It worked. Through the confusion of it all, Kai lost his willpower to hurt you. You pulled back from the kiss and placed a finger over his lips. The horrible malicious expression he’d worn was replaced with confusion.

“I came down here because I wanted to save you,” you said, voice shaking.

Kai stared at you, awestruck.

“I know why you might think I helped Bonnie, but I was never a part of that plan. She may have been my best friend before, but she knew how I felt about you, and put you through this anyways, and I could never forgive her for that,” you cried softly. “And I couldn’t stop thinking about how alone you must be…how alone I was without you. Because I never even-” you gasped, your hands wiping away the crystal water rolling down your cheeks, “I never got to tell you I-”

Kai’s arms flew out, snatching you from your back and pulling you tightly into his arms. He held you for a while, cradling your head to his shoulder, lips on your forehead while you sobbed into him. Two of his fingers crawled under your chin, lifting it up so your eyes met his blue ones.

“I’m so sorry, babe, I just…have a tendency of being abandoned. And as you must imagine, that comes with some trust issues.”

You smiled a little.

“My instinct is to hate. And clearly hate it must be, for even my best could never be enough for anyone,” he said, eyes signalling the red stain in his clothing where Bonnie had stabbed him. “I can’t put my faith in anyone because it always gets shattered when I need it most, and no matter how fucking hard I fight for good…at the end of the day, I’ve been made out to be alone.”

Your eyes flickered downwards and back up. “Your best and worst side has always been enough for me,” you sniffed quietly.

Kai’s familiar & cheeky smile appeared, melting your heart into an oozing puddle.

Kai bent over you, lifting your chin up so that your lips touched. He pressed his lips lightly to yours, arms dropping around your waist as he gently coaxed you for more, easing into the kiss slowly. You craved the taste of his mouth, lips parting as your chests rose and fell lightly to the beat of the kiss. Kai explored your mouth curiously, with more caution and gentle passion then you would have expected from him. Then, he slowly pulled back, eyes closed. His breath came a bit short.

“Kai?” you murmured.

He smirked, his eyelids fluttering open.

“Sorry,” he said, his teeth gnawing at his lower lip, wrinkles forming in his forehead. “I’m just not used to that. It might take me a second.”

You giggled and touched noses with him.

“What is it, bear?”

“I don’t know,” he said, trying to piece together his words, “M-My heart is fluttering and- I feel this warm thing inside my chest.”

You snickered and wrapped your hands around his neck, “That’s called love.”

Kai tilted his head, an eyebrow raised. “It feels nice.”

You grinned and planted a kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“I can show you more, if you want.”


Author: @sincerelystiles
Pairing: Dylan x Reader
Word Count: 929

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inspired by my earlier post but some differences, maybe a part two?

A/N: i am sorry for the lack of imagines and effort, this was something little and fluffy to fill a long void of not posting for a while. i just thought this was really sweet and honestly something i really need rn :(( 

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Bite the Hand that Feeds.

Who : Draco Malfoy
Where : Harry Potter Series
Prompt : You will search for me in another person, I promise. But I will not be found.

Someday I will find someone who will love me the way I loved you.

I’m playing a game with myself on my day off. Find a pair of quotes that may or may go together and incorporate it in a small prompt. Want to help me? Send me two quotes with your HP character preference. I’ll be here all day and if I don’t get to them today, I’ll work on them tomorrow ;) 

It had never been her intention to fall in love with Draco. It had happened merely on a whim when she had been paired with him during Potions. She fell for his undoubtedly witty charm and the ability to make her smile even when he wasn’t meaning to. She had followed him around like lost puppy and obeyed every command he’d throw at her. [Y/N] was in a trance and believed that it was love. But, Draco never loved her. She was simply just a girl who would get on her hands and knees and do whatever he pleased. He liked that power, it was empowering to have one of the smartest [house] girls groveling at his feet and worshiping the ground he walked on.

But, it all changed when she saw the dark mark on his forearm. And like a switch, all of his intrusive behavior and unloved demeanor came out in front of her eyes like crystal clear water. How could she have been so blind? How did she not see the mental abuse he had caused her? Her heart shattered into pieces, she was a fool to think Draco Malfoy could ever love her. She took a stand and in the midst of her tears, she broke down and cried. “You will search for me in another person, I promise. But I will not be found.”

“Oh, please.” Draco sneered, unfazed by the girl’s sobbing nature. 

“Someday I will find someone who will love me the way I loved you.” She whispered softly, wiping away the tears from her [color] eyes. “I only hope that you won’t take the next one who loves you for granted because love is a wonderful thing.” 

“Love is a poor excuse for weak minded people.” He spat, rolling his eyes and shoving his hands in his trouser pockets and turned to walk away. As he walked down the corridor, realization struck him in the worst way. He was all alone now. No one to take his mind off of the dark deeds he would have to perform in just moments time. No one to keep him entertained to keep the dark thoughts away. For once, it struck him that possibly, maybe, he actually did like [Y/N]. 

Couldn't resist

Summary: Phil is live streaming on You Now and Phil does something bad.
Genre: Angst, fluff, slight smut
Word Count: 1200
TW: Yelling? Dan being a little bitch?!

-Phil’s POV-

‘Fuck Phil, stop’ Dan gasps.
‘What?’ I cheekily grin ‘I’m not doing anything!“
Dan rolls his eyes and crawls onto my lap straddling me, then whispers in my ear ‘you know what you’re doing’
I grab Dan’s waist 'I was just showing my boyfriend some affection’
'By kissing my neck, and you know what that does to me’ Dan laughs
'Okay I’m sorry I’ll admit I was trying to get into the mood,’ Dan gives me a I-told-you-so-smirk
'Luckily you stopped me it’s time to live stream’
'I’ll grab your laptop’ Dan says while getting off me
'Thanks bear’
When Dan’s out of the lounge room I sigh. Dan didn’t want our relationship to be public, but I did. I wanted to post pictures of us holding hands in exotic places, kissing in the sunlight and tweeting things about how much I loved him it sounds cliche but I wanted it so bad.
Dan sits next to me and I log into my laptop. Dan gives me a kiss on the cheek,
'Have fun with the live show!’
'Thanks babe’
I start my live show and instantly thousands of HIIII’s and Hey Phil’s come rushing in.
'Hey guys! How’s it hanging?’ I start off
I look at the chat.
'lestersboxers says I felt like crap but now because you are livestreaming everything’s way better. Aw thanks! Interesting username to by the way!’ I laugh.
I talk with the chat for about half an hour until I can’t ignore the 'Where’s Dan?’ comments. Like them, I couldn’t really handle Dan not being with me.
'Where’s dan?’ I read out
'Uh, where is Dan?’ I look around
'Dan! We are in need of your presence’ I yell out
I hear pounding footsteps and a faint 'Dan is on his way!’
Dan plops next to me, but not close enough for our thighs to touch.
'Hey guyssss’ Dan grins
I let Dan take control of the live stream for a while,every now and then I say something. I’m just focused on Dan’s gorgeous eyes and his floppy chocolate hair. I try not to make it too obvious, I’m staring at him.
'Phew it’s hot in here’ Dan pants
'Hmm, it is’ I agree
Dan starts to take off his jumper leaving him wearing a tight fitting black shirt. That’s when I can’t take it. Dan’s halfway through answering someone who asked 'What anime are you and Phil watching now’ when I sit-up and put my hand on Dan’s cheek and stroke it and kiss hiss him softly. Dan automatically melts into my lips like always until Dan realises WE ARE ON LIVE STREAM. Dan pulls away leaving me frowning, Dan looks at the laptop webcam speechless. Heaps of WHATT’s, 😭😭😭😭’s and PHAN IS REAL!! come up in the chat. I can already see the tweets, posts, phanfics and edits coming (honestly he can’t wait to see them). Dan looks at the webcam for a split second more and slams the laptop lid down.
'WHAT THE FUCK PHIL!’ Dan yells at me
I hang my head 'I’m sorry I-’
Dans voice is deadly 'what have you done? You know how I feel about this’
A tear rolls down my cheek 'Dan I’m really sor-’
Dan gets up and goes to the kitchen. He breathes in then screams at me 'Phil I’m so fucking mad at you! WHY?! Why, why, why!’
Just when I think he’s done he starts off again.
'You know I don’t like people knowing about my sexuality and relationships! You’re so fucking stupid and dumb PHIL!’
I’ve started sobbing now and then Dan throws a cup in my direction. I quickly duck and hear the glass cup smash the floor I then run off to our room and lock the door. I flop on the bed and let the tears flow. Dan said I’m stupid and dumb he must be right, I was so stupid to kiss Dan. I’m so pathetic I couldn’t have waited twenty more minutes than Dan would have happily made out with me.
I cry and cry until I fall asleep. When I wake up its 11:33 at night. Everything is silent until I hear faint sniffles. I unlock our door and try and find out where the noise is coming from. I look at the spare room, there coming from there. I open the door and find Dan crying in the corner with a blanket wrapped around him.
'Dan?’ I ask
'Shit, Phil’ Dan whispers, he wraps the blanket tighter around him. I walk over to him.
'Phil, stop. Don’t’ Dan breathes
'What?’ I asked puzzled
'I don’t wanna hurt you’ a tear rolls down his cheek
'Bear..’ I crouch down near him
'Oh Phil!’ Dan cries out while flinging his arms around me. He sobs into my shoulder while I rub his back and saying quiet shh’s and it’s okay baby. He then stops and we turn and I get biggest hug I’ve ever received.
'Phil, it really isn’t okay. I should be comforting you, not the other way round. I am so sorry love’ Dan wipes my tears away with his thumb.
'All I’ve ever wanted is to show everyone how much I love you and need you. I wanna post cheesy lovey pictures. I want to show everyone what it looks like when we kiss not some edit. Dan our fans are so loyal they deserve to know. No one will judge you, they will love and support us. And we will get so much I knew it’s but it’ll all be okay’
Dan laughs and ruffles my hair.
'I’m sorry for the awful things I said, I honestly take them back, and sorry for throwing a cup at you.’
What Dan did will take time for me to heal, but I know that his apology was sincere 'Thanks Dan for apologising, and honestly I am a bit stupid and dumb’
'Phillip fucking Michael Lester. You are the most gorgeous human being ever. You’re funny and sweet and incredibly smart. You are NOT stupid and or dumb’
'Wow Dan, that’s. That’s really nice’ I give his nose a little kiss
'Can I just ask why you kissed me on a live stream?’ Dan asks
I give a little laugh 'today you’ve never looked so hot and I couldn’t resist it’
'God I don’t deserve you. My whole world thought I was so hot they couldn’t resist kissing me. What did I do to deserve you?’
I shrug 'things just happen’
He nods 'well it looks like it’s time to make a video and tell them everything’
I smile Dan would do this for me?
'Everything?’ I say with bright eyes
Dan looks at the bed 'well… Maybe not everything’
We both burst out laughing.
I then kiss Dan. This kiss felt different, it didn’t feel shy, it didn’t feel nervous. We’d never kissed like this before. Dan pulls back
'Holy fuck I’m gay’
I laugh
'this is why you bottom in phanfiction and real life’
Dan pretends to be offended, he then looks into my eyes.
'God I love you’
'Same to you bear’

A/N: Hope you liked this ;)

Little Tricks (pt. 2)

Prompt: Part two to this

Pairing:  None

Warning: Sad!Jack

Word Count: 1,016

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