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Still Remembering - Smut

Originally posted by stilesstilinskiandlydiamartin

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski/Reader
Words: 1,917
AN: So this was a song fic request that @writing-obrien​ got but she wasn’t familiar with the band. Since I am pop punk trash, I love me some As It Is (Patty Walters can fucking get it, let me tell you) so I was really excited about it and I asked her if I could write it instead. Please be aware it’s super angsty and sad and then kinda fluffy and idk what I was doing. And I know the song is kind of a goodbye but I couldn’t leave Stiles like that lol.

Based on the song Still Remembering by As It Is. Listen HERE.

Thunder boomed loudly outside, shaking the window panes, the sharp sound of rain pelting on the roof doing nothing to comfort me. I sighed, burying my face in my pillow, my arms limply at my sides. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, even though she’d left me. She’d gone one day without a word, a note left in her place, explaining that she needed time, that she was afraid. She loved me too much, needed me too much, wanted to find herself on her own. I was pretty sure it was bullshit, an excuse to make herself feel better about leaving me alone.

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Lord of Thorns (Chapter One)(Spideypool AU)

Welcome to the story! I am so excited to share this with you!
This first Chapter is LONG AS HELL. We get to meet all the characters, background info etc. Beast!Wade, Beauty!Peter, Gaston!Harry.
Fair warning guys, Harry is… icky. I had never realized just how awful of a person Gaston is with his borderline sexual assault on Belle until I watched the new movie and I couldn’t get it out of my head. So yeah, Harry as Gaston is icky.
Characters are Ryan Reynolds as Wade, Andrew Garfield as Peter, James Franco as Harry, and Sally Field as Aunt May.

I tagged everyone who liked/reblogged my preview post, so if you would like to taken off/ added to the tag list please let me know!


I hope you all enjoy this :) Please reach out to me and let me know, I love to hear from my readers.

Every significant moment in your life is inked on your skin in the form of flowers. A first kiss, a perfect day, a favorite memory, a wedding, the birth of a child, and of course, the death of a loved one.

The flowers first appear on your ribs, traveling up your side and across your chest, spreading to your neck and down across your back and if you are lucky, enough bloom to cover your arms and legs. By the time you are old, your skin is covered in lovely flowers and leaves and trailing vines, like tattoos that tell your life story, and the more intricate the blooms, the luckier you are.

Some people have flowers with specific meanings– blooms that signify compassion and care decorate teachers. The best lovers are covered in red flowers for passion and love. Others simply are covered in every flower imaginable, the random colors and designs filling their skin like a meadow filled with happy memories.

Both way are beautiful. Both ways are desired.

But then, some people have thorns winding through their flowers, black slashing through the colors.  These are the people to avoid, the worst people, the people whose souls are so stained with their misdeeds, that it spills out onto their skin for the world to see.
These are the people doomed to be alone.


Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle, deep in the heart of an endless forest.

He was beautiful, this prince, tall and strong with golden blonde hair, light blue eyes that glowed when he laughed, and perfect smooth skin nearly covered with flowers and blooms because the prince had had many happy moments in his twenty nine years.

But alas, despite his beauty, his heart was cold and his smile cruel, his words like barbs when he spoke.

Some of the townspeople blamed the late King, rest his soul, for turning the Prince so bitter. After the lovely queen had passed away shortly after the Prince’s seventh birthday, there had been no one to act as a buffer between the cruel King and the innocent boy, and the Prince had suffered for it. The King lived a life of drinking and partying, using and discarding any beautiful person that caught his eye, man or woman, and the Prince grew up with the same values. What had once been a teasing sense of humour turned sarcastic and cutting. Instead of laughing readily at almost anything, the Prince began only laughing at someone elses misfortune. The years turned the darling little boy into a cynical young man.

Others blamed the war that had nearly destroyed their kingdom years before. The Prince had ridden off ahead of their troops as a boy barely of age and had come home a hardened man. The soldiers told quiet stories of the Princes surprising talent of fighting with the twin blades known as katanas, how he could decimate an entire platoon just by himself. Spoke even quieter of his many romantic entanglements with the best looking soldiers, of nights spent listening to him find his pleasure, only to see him break the unlucky soldiers heart soon after. And just the barest whispers of the way the Prince would laugh as he tore through their enemies, blades flying, taunting and teasing non stop as he killed mercilessly. The way he talked about slaying soldiers as if it was a game, drunk and giggling about it over the fire.

Despite their negative feelings, all the townspeople waited eagerly for their invitation to the Prince’s 30th Birthday Party, for tonight he was to choose a partner to share the throne. The most handsome men and the most beautiful women made themselves up in their finery, each trying to outshine the other. Unlike most of the other kingdoms, having two Kings, or even two Queens, was not an issue. Several of the previous rulers had been adopted into the family because the ruling partners could not have a child naturally. Others had been carried by surrogates, and raised as royalty, the idea of “pure” royal blood an outdated concept they refused to engage in.

After all, families were about love, not about bloodlines, so the Prince could choose whoever he wanted.

Needless to say, the kingdom was almost in an uproar, each eligible person trying to figure out what they could do to catch the Prince’s eye.

As always, the castle was decorated in astonishing, jaw dropping colors, flowers imported from all over the world strewn across the tables and floors. Entertainers from the East wowed the guests with magic, and musicians from all the grandest symphonies played in every corner of the ball room.

And the Prince sat upon his throne, a self satisfied smirk on his handsome face as all the most beautiful people paraded themselves in front of him, each dress more intricate than the last, each suit a richer shade of varying colors, each glance more flirtatious, each smile more promising.

He was still so charming, even after going away to war, after becoming so bitter. When he wanted to pay a compliment, his words left the recipient blushing, fanning themselves. Older women who disapproved of his ways were swayed to his side by mischievous smiles and flirty winks. His eyes were like a magnet, and once he had you in his sights, you were already lost, and he knew it. His beauty was like a weapon, and he wielded it effortlessly.  

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Nier: Automata thoughts

I finished it, and while it sort of defies reviewing, I figured I’d post some thoughts.

It’s really good. It’s pretty clear this was made on a shoestring budget, and while it shows in the sense that you can kinda step back and look at the entire thing and go ‘yeah okay, this didn’t have a huge budget’ the game doesn’t really suffer for it.

What’s impressive is that despite Platinum being known for their very distinct gameplay style, Automata doesn’t suffer from Platinum’s style overpowering it. My biggest fear was that it would be TOO MUCH like a Platinum game. That the spice would overpower the rest of the dish, so to speak.

But it doesn’t. It feels exactly like the original. A much smoother, better playing version of the original, but it feels very, very similar. If you did it in the original, you’ll be doing it here, just prettier and with much better feeling controls and kinesthetics.

Storywise, I’m not gonna spoil anything. It’s good. I cried. I’ve cried at like, three games over my entire life. Recommended.

✧ Literary Excerpts ✧

Aries ↓

“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.” – Jack Kerouac, On The Road

Taurus ↓

“He allowed himself to be swayed by his conviction that human beings are not born once and for all on the day their mothers give birth to them, but that life obliges them over and over again to give birth to themselves.” - Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

Gemini ↓

“The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the light into the peace and safety of a new dark age.” – H.P. Lovecraft, The Call of Cthulhu

Cancer ↓

"When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it. I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table. I spent my life learning to feel less. Every day I felt less. Is that growing old? Or is it something worse? You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.” – Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated

Leo ↓

"There is an idea of a Patrick Bateman, some kind of abstraction, but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.” – Bret Easton Ellis, American Psycho

Virgo ↓

"Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week. There is a clock on your wall or the dashboard of your car. You have a schedule, a calendar, a time for dinner or a movie. Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures. A fear of time running out.” – Mitch Albom, The Time Keeper

Libra ↓

"I wanted you to see what real courage is, instead of getting the idea that courage is a man with a gun in his hand. It’s when you know you’re licked before you begin but you begin anyway and you see it through no matter what. You rarely win, but sometimes you do. Mrs Dubose won, all ninety-eight pounds of her. According to her views, she died beholden to nothing and nobody. She was the bravest person I ever knew.” - Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird

Scorpio ↓

“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer–it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced.” - Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

Sagittarius ↓

"It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.” - Oriah Mountain Dreamer, The Invitation

Capricorn ↓

“I don’t have any problem understanding why people flunk out of college or quit their jobs or cheat on each other or break the law or spray-paint walls. A little bit outside of things is where some people feel each other. We do it to replace the frame of family. We do it to erase and remake our origins in their own images. To say, I too was here.” – Lidia Yuknavitch, The Chronology of Water

Aquarius ↓

"If people bring so much courage to this world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.” - Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Pisces ↓

"Just remember that the things you put into your head are there forever, he said. You might want to think about that. You forget some things, dont you? Yes. You forget what you want to remember and you remember what you want to forget.” – Cormac McCarthy, The Road


Just a small drabble of the art student au based off of the conversation @spoiledbuni and I had. It gets angsty and Lafayette goes full Angelica on John and Alex’s asses??

Thomas unlocked the door to his shared apartment with his boyfriends. He had been on a 5 month trip to visit his family since it had 3 years since he saw them. He had a slight smile on his face and hummed as he entered the apartment, placing his suitcase on the ground.

He paused seeing a red dress. Dread filled his stomach before she shook his head, ‘No… They wouldn’t. They love me.’  His thoughts only got worse as he heard a moan, it belonged to John. He rushed forwards, he pushed the ajar door open before gasping, tears covering his vision and using his hand to cover his mouth. He never thought this would happen.

John locked eyes with him and his eyes widened in shock. “Thomas-” He was cut off by a sob. It was a broken sob that had tore from Thomas’s throat.

Both Alex and John shoved the girl, who Thomas recognized as Maria Reynolds off of them and stood up. “Thomas, we-”

“Save it! I don’t need your excuses! I thought you loved me…” He glared at them with tearful eyes before turning around and storming out of the apartment.

He went the only place he could, To his old apartment where Laf would be. With tearful eyes, he knocked on the door.

“I’m coming!” Lafayette’s french accent was prominent as he walked towards thew door, faltering as he saw the heartbroken Thomas. It broke his heart to see him like this. “Thomas? What happened?” He ushered him inside.

“Thomas hugged him tightly, crying. “I-I came back from my trip and-and I-I saw them in bed-bed with another woman.” He cried, holding onto him.

Lafayette felt fury enter him and he hugged him back. “Shhh… There, there… They don’t deserve you. I have something to do, make yourself at home and I’ll be right back.” Lafayette sat him on the couch and grabbed his coat and leaving.

Alex and John had been cleaning up, having sent Maria away and making it look like nothing had happened but the hickeys and scratch marks were more prominent than ever. “How could we do this…?”

The door slammed open and John jumped, staring at Lafayette in shock. “Lafayette…”

“John, Alex.” Lafayette spoke courtly with an innocent smile before talking a deep breath and glaring at them. “Congratulations. You have invented a new kind of stupid.” He took a step forwards. “A ‘Damage you can never undo’ kind of stupid.” Another step. “‘Truly, you didn’t think this through?’ kind of stupid.” He stopped in front of them, glaring at them. “Let’s review.” He turned away from them, walking forwards. “You took a rumor, a few, maybe two.” He was talking about the rumor of them being man whores. “people knew and refuted it by having an affair, no one expected you two to have!” He turned towards them and glared, his arms crossed.

“Thomas begged you to ignore it, you refused to. So scared of what your enemies will say about you, the only words who affect you two are your own! You always seem to lose to yourself! You know why Adams can do what he wants? He doesn’t dignify petty school rumors with an affair or even a response!” He yelled at them, waving his hands. “So yeah, congratulations!”

“Lafayette…” They looked at him, hurt and embarrassed. They never meant for this to happen but it had.

“You’ve redefined your reputation! Congratulations!” He crossed his arms, about to speak but was cut off by them.

“It was an act of sacrifice!” Alex cut him off, indifferent. John had tears brimming his eyes.

“Sacrifice? Alexander you’ve never even met sacrifice!“ He pushed him back, making him fall. “I languished in watching the person I am in love with be happy with two other people! I respected it because it made him happy! I look at you two and think ‘What have you two done?’ That doesn’t wipe away Thomas’s tears. I’m here now and you know what I’m here to do.”

John reached out for him. “Lafayette…”

“I’m not here for you! I know Thomas like I know my own mind. You will never find anyone as trusting or as kind. And it feels like it was a million years ago when she said ‘These ones are finally mine!’ So I stood by. DO YOU KNOW WHY!?” He cried out to them , tears filling his eyes. “I love Thomas more than anything in this life! I will choose his happiness over mine, every time! Thomas…”

“Thomas….” Alex and John whispered in unison as they thought of their wonderful boyfriend.

“He is the best thing in our lives. So never lose sight of the fact that you ahve been blessed with the best boyfriend!” He glared at them, turning his back to them so they wouldn’t see him crying. “Congratulations. For the rest of your lives. Every sacrifice you make is for my Thomas. Give him the best life. Congratulations.” He choked out, storming out before they could call fro him.

‘As long as he was happy, that would be enough,’


An angsty argument between Spencer x Reader, and then fluff ensues.

Bae wanted angst, so I got bae some angst @fvckkiera

‘What the fuck was that out there?’ You screamed, as Spencer followed you into the apartment and slammed the door behind him.

‘I was doing MY JOB, Y/N.’ Your boyfriend replied sternly, throwing his bag on the couch.

You had just returned home from a case involving a devolving spree killer, later turning into a hostage situation. Spencer decided to take it upon himself to talk the unsub down, which resulted in a suicide-by-cop when the unsub aimed his gun at him.

‘You can’t just walk into a fucking hostage situation without your gun or Kevlar. You could have died Spencer; how do you not understand that?’ You shouted, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

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  • “all i want is to wake up fine”
  • “tell me that i’m alright.”
  • “i still don’t know how i even survive”
  • “i gotta get to rock bottom.”
  • “gimme some fort of sign.”
  • “gonna make you wonder why you even try.”
  • “tell my friends i’m coming down.”


  • “i just killed off what was left of the optimist in me.”
  • “wars are raging on.”
  • “i’m right at the end of my rope.”
  • “don’t make me laugh, i’ll choke.”
  • “just let me cry a little bit longer.”
  • “we can’t all be like you.”
  • “i want you to stop insisting that i’m not a lost cause.”
  • “leave me here a little bit longer.”
  • “i don’t want anybody seeing me cry now.”


  • “for all i know, the best is over and the worst is yet to come.”
  • “is it enough to keep on hoping when the rest have given up?”
  • “i hate to say i told you so.”
  • “they love to say they told me so.”
  • “you like when i admit that i was wrong.”
  • “at least i try to keep my cool.”
  • “throw me into the fire.”


  • “you hurt me bad this time.”
  • “i cried til i couldn’t cry.”
  • “your voice is a gun.”
  • “i just can’t do it yet.”
  • “there’s still a thread that runs from your body to mind.”
  • “you can’t break what you can’t see.”
  • “it could take me all your life to learn to love.”
  • “i haven’t even begun.”
  • “if it’s all up to us, we might as well just give up.”
  • “don’t you go and get it twisted.”
  • “forgiving is not forgetting.”
  • “i’ll never forget it.”


  • “i love making you believe what you get it what you see.”
  • “i’m so fake happy.”
  • “everybody here is just as insincere.”
  • “i’m quite alright.”
  • “it’s easy when i’m stomping on a beat.”
  • “if i smile with my teeth, bet you believe me.”
  • “don’t ask me how i’ve been.”
  • “don’t make me play pretend.”
  • “you think i look alright with the mascara tears?
  • “if the lights are low they’ll never see my frown.”
  • “when things were going good – that’s when i’d get knocked down.”


  • “you really know how to get someone down.”
  • “everything was fine until you came around.”
  • “wasn’t i the one who said to keep your feet on the ground?”
  • “hold onto hope if you got it.”
  • “they say dreaming is free.”
  • “you got me tied up.”
  • “i’m hoping that maybe someday i’ll just float away.”
  • “survival will not be the hardest part.”
  • “the hardest part is keeping your hopes alive when the rest of you has died.”
  • “let it break your heart.”


  • “as if the first cut wasn’t deep enough.”
  • “i’m not into giving up.”
  • “no one breaks my heart like you.”
  • “when you kiss me, i wish we could see what happens next.”
  • “if i doubt you, would you come through?”
  • “this time, you don’t leave me sinking.”
  • “you are the wave i could never tame.”
  • “if i survive, i’ll dive back in.”
  • “is it better to get it over with?”
  • “drain the fantasy of you.”
  • “dive right back into you.”
  • “now, i know you.”


  • “strange how we found ourselves exactly where we left off.”
  • “you’re shaking my hand like it’s the first time.”
  • “are you recounting all my faults?
  • “could it be that i’ve changed?”
  • “stop asking why we had to waste so much time.”
  • “we just pick up and start again.”
  • “we keep holding onto grudges.”
  • “time is a bastard.”
  • “aren’t we so brave to give up a fight?”
  • “now i feel you by my side.”
  • “i can feel that we’ve changed and we’re better this way.”
  • “come on, we’ll laugh til we cry.”
  • “we can’t keep holding onto grudges.
  • “why did it take so long?”


  • “i can’t think of getting old, it only makes me want to die.”
  • “i can’t think of who i was.”
  • “you got the point.”
  • “i’m just a little bit caught in the middle.”
  • “they’ll call me a quitter.”
  • “i was dreaming life away.”
  • “nostalgia’s cool, but it won’t help me now.”
  • “a dream is good if you don’t wear it out.”
  • “no, i don’t need no help.”
  • “i can sabotage me by myself.”


  • “don’t hold your breath.”
  • “i never said i’d save you.”
  • “if i was you, i’d run from me.”
  • “you’ll see you’re not the only one who’s hopeless.”
  • “put your faith in something more.”
  • “you’re not as alone as you feel.”
  • “we all need heroes, don’t we?”
  • “there’s not a single person here who’s worthy.”
  • “don’t let me let you down.”
  • “i’m gonna be the one to let you down.”
  • “what if i fall on my face?”
  • “a little grace would be appreciated.”
  • “remember how we used to like ourselves?


  • “i can’t call you a stranger.”
  • “you may hate me, but i can’t hate you.”
  • “i won’t replace you.”
  • “tell me how to feel about you now.”
  • “do i suffocate or let go?”
  • “i think i’m tired of getting over it.”
  • “i’m getting sick of beginnings.”
  • “my own convictions are stronger than any addiction.”
  • “no one’s winning.”
  • “you keep me up with your silence.”
  • “of all the weapons you fight with, your silence is most violent.”
A Proposal to Remember

A/N: an Anon request for a Spencer x Reader where the reader isn’t into cheesy, romantic stuff but Spencer is, so when he wants to propose, he has to think of something unique instead of something typical. @coveofmemories


After two years together, Spencer wanted more than anything to ask the woman he loved to be his wife. Problem was, Y/N wasn’t into anything super cheesy and romantic and that tended to be the way he rolled, so finding a way to propose that would instantly make her say yes was going to be tough. But he was pretty sure he’d figured it out. 

When he’d met her two years ago, it was in passing when he and Morgan came to her elementary school to question someone else. Once he’d left, Y/N had found a way to contact him and ever since, they’d been inseparable. On more than one occasion, Spencer had gone into the school to meet her second grade classes. This year’s class really loved him, and she loved every single child she taught, so he figured he would use it to his advantage.

“I’m going to have off for a couple of days,” he said as they went to bed that night. “Maybe I can come into the classroom again? The kids love me.” He smiled widely.

She turned into him and pursued her lips, coaxing him to move forward. “Why wouldn’t they love you? You’re amazing. You wanna come in tomorrow?”

“Absolutely,” he said. He could finally put his plan into motion. With what he needed to propose in his car, he fell asleep soundly. Hopefully, by tomorrow afternoon, she’d be his fiancee.


By 8:00 o’clock the next morning, Spencer was dressed in his normal work clothes and Y/N was donning a navy blue sundress with white flowers on it. “You look beautiful,” he said. “But then again, you always look beautiful.”

Once they both got into school, the kids surrounded him, attacking him with hugs. The morning had been filled with both of them reading to the kids and teaching the math and sciences lessons for the day. For the majority of the time, Spencer sat in the background, smiling at how beautiful and effortless she looked doing what she loved. At 11:30 they would have recess and lunch, but it was raining, so recess would be inside.

With only five minutes to go, Spencer walked to the front of the room and asked her if she wanted to go grab some Chinese food. She’d been craving it all week long, so he figured it would be a good way to get her out of the classroom for enough time to execute his proposal. “I still have five minutes to go.”

“I can watch the classroom for you. I ordered it online a few minutes ago and I know how you said that towards the end of the week you can go a little stir crazy being inside. Especially if it’s raining. This way you can get out for a bit,” he said, hoping it’d work.

“Are you sure?” she asked. He nodded and then she moved toward the front of the class. “Okay, kids, I am going to go grab myself and Mr. Reid some food, so I need you all to behave for him.”

They all promised they would and soon she was out the door and in the car. As soon as she pulled away, he turned to her fifteen students. “Hey kids, I need to ask you a favor.”

“What is it, Mr. Reid?” one of the little boys asked. 

“Well, I love Ms. Y/N a whole lot and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.”

One of the little girls, named Abigail, bounced up and down in the back of the classroom. “Do you want us to help you propose, Mr. Reid?”

He explained that he wanted to make a unique proposal because she wasn’t a girly-girl and didn’t like roses and the like, so he wanted them to wear a shirt that he made. They enthusiastically agreed, so with the help of a teacher next door, who he let in on his little plan, he ran out to the car to grab the shirts. When he came back in, he put them on the table and told everyone to take one. “Remember,” he said, knowing they might fight over who got what, “We get what we get and we don’t get upset.”

Each of them pulled on a t-shirt and he stood them in line, making sure he had everything perfect. “Okay now I want everyone to turn around and play with each other and only get into place when Ms. Y/N asks you to.”

Five minutes later, she came back with Chinese food, putting it on her desk and asking Spencer if everything went okay. “It was fine. They are always great for me.”

“Okay kids, I need you to get back to your seats,” she called. But instead of walking back to their desks, they stood in a line like he’d asked. “Oh my god!” She clapped her hands over her mouth and turned toward Spencer. Each of the children was wearing a t-shirt with a letter on it, so the message spelled out ‘Will You Marry Me?’

When she turned toward him, he dropped to one knee and pulled the ring he’d bought three weeks ago out of his pocket. “Y/N, I know you aren’t the cheesy, romantic type, but I still wanted to do this in a way you’d always remember. I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” she cried, pulling him up from his stance. When he stood up, slipping the ring onto her hand, he kissed her. Not as fervently as he would’ve had he not been in a room full of children, but it was perfect. What made it all the more perfect was that the kids reacted just as he thought they would. The girls were oohing and ahhing, but the boys were pretend gagging and telling them to stop. It would definitely be a proposal to remember. “Okay, now everybody get back to their seats.” As they ran around, all excited that they got to help, she snuck in one more kiss. “It was perfect, Spence. Just perfect.”


Character: Taehyung X OC

Word count: idek

Genre: Fluff?

a/n: I’ve been stressed out lately so I came up with this (: havent proofread it yet so idek what is this but this is my first attempt HA enjoy

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Some people think that it would be nice to have company sometimes , especially when the day was so awful and you just wanted to rip your hair off your head. 

The total opposite goes to you.

You hated , no , you despised having company when you had a bad day. All of your friends and colleagues knew that , and when they saw you curse and close the laptop with a loud ‘bang’ , they stayed away from you. You set up the walls around yourself for 6 years of working , and everyone knew it was hard to break it.

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As winter settled in, the town was draped in a white quilt of snow, sparkling snowflakes fluttering down and engulfing everything it touched with cold. The girl held on to Kai Parker’s hand as she dragged him through the snow, boots sinking into the ground as a the heretic grumbled from behind her. He was wrapped in a big fluffy coat, similar to hers, and they both wore chunky boots with thick woolen socks. 

“I don’t understand the point,” Kai said for the millionth time.

“It’s beautiful,” the girl insisted, stopping in the middle of the snowy forest and turning to face Kai, “and isolated enough that nobody could catch us.”

“From doing what?” Kai gulped nervously.

“Magic,” the girl laughed in response, seeing that look melt off Kai’s face.

“Oh,” he chuckled, his head dipping down, snowflakes catching in his brown locks. He raised his head again, full lips split into that grin she loved.

The girl instantly smiled back, happy to see him happy.

“Show me,” she begged, bouncing on her tip toes with excitement.

Kai beamed with confidence, finally sure of something he couldn’t mess up. He took the girls hands in his and closed his eyes, an incantation tumbling off his lips as a shimmering orange globe engulfed their bodies. The orb that surrounded them seemed to make the snow bounce off of it, like they were wrapped in a warm little enclosure in the middle of the forest. Then, just for fun, Kai raised a clump of snow from the ground, making it float up to the girl’s head and fall in a halo shape around her hair, kind of like a crown of snowflakes, which suited her wonderfully.

“A crown for my princess,” Kai smiled with pride, letting her hands fall as they sat in their protective hideaway.

She laughed with glee, picking up on his ‘my.’

“I love it!” she said, wrapping Kai in one of her bear hugs. He sunk into her body, safe in her arms as he pulled himself tightly around her, her face buried in the crook of his neck. 

“I’m happy,” Kai said out of nowhere.

“And why’s that, Malachai?” the girl said as she pulled back.


Her cheeks flushed red, heart going into overdrive as it always did when Kai spilled out sweet statements like that.

“I just, I’ve never really been happy before. I didn’t even know that was a feeling that could be felt so-so strongly,” he babbled. “And I’m really just, grateful to have you as my…friend.” he finished quietly, his lips bending downwards.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, picking up on the way his blue eyes now failed to meet her own.

“So I’m selfish,” Kai whispered to the ground.

She sat frozen, unblinking as Kai talked more to himself than her.

“I’m selfish because, even after everything you’ve given me it’s not enough.”

“Malachai-” she began softly.

“Wait,” Kai said, closing his eyes, blinking them back open to look at her. “I just need you to know it, even if it makes me an awful person for feeling the way I do. Because by some miracle, this kind, brave, and beautiful girl was let into my life, and as much as I tell myself not to feel, I can’t, not with you,” he said, his eyes glistening. “I tell myself there’s nothing more there, that I have it all, but I don’t, and I can’t stop hating myself for it. And it’s selfish because all this while I was trying to push you away, saying it was for you, but it was also for me, because I couldn’t let myself…” he trailed off.

“Let yourself what?” she murmured, raising a hand to Kai’s cheek, her eyes searching his, fingers spread over his skin.

“I couldn’t let myself love,” he finished.

A single tear rolled down his cheek, and he let it slide right off his face, his eyes steely as he stared at her, waiting for her to say anything, to do anything. So she did. She took in a shaky breath, and then she kissed him. And in that kiss, she didn’t have to say anything for Kai to understand how she felt just through the way her lips moved against his own. It was cautious, soft, and short. Her hands cupped his face as she held him there, the taste of Kai Parker being one that was unforgettable. And he was scared he didn’t know how to respond, making him freeze up for a moment, but soon he relaxed comfortably against her body as his lips hungrily fought back against her own, hating when she pulled away after only a second. She still held him like that, hand on either side of his face as she stared into those blue eyes, heart racing.

“I love you,” she said, “I need you to know that.”

“I do,” he responded, but said it with utter disbelief.

“Malachai, you’re so scared to let yourself feel, but you don’t have to put up those walls anymore, not with me,” she promised. “You’re not selfish,” she continued, “you’re human.”

His lips twitched as he looked her over in awe, “I love you.”

She placed her lips to his forehead, pulling back with a smile.

“And how does it feel?”

“Different,” he admitted. “There’s happy, and then there’s my heart is going to implode out of my chest happy.”

The girl burst out into a fit of giggles, to which Kai followed. When she was done, she lifted Kai up to stand beside her, turning her head to the side and instantly freezing over. Her throat closed up as she tapped frantically on Kai’s arm, not sure how to speak as she signalled to the ground. There, not far from them, was a set of footprints stomping through the snow, but no visible body to match it.

“Oh my god,” Kai breathed, “you need to run.”

“What? No!” she protested.

Kai clenched his jaw, hands grabbing at her shoulders as the girl turned invisible, her throat closing up as she was suddenly unable to speak.

“I’m doing it to keep you safe,” he whispered as the figure in the snow suddenly became visible.

“Father,” Kai growled, glaring daggers at Joshua Parker.

“Who are you here with?” Joshua responded flatly.

“Nobody,” Kai lied.

Joshua Parker grabbed at his sons wrists, pushing him back into the snow so that he went tumbling onto the ground, back flat as his father towered over him.

“I saw her, the girl,” he said quietly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-”

Joshua brought his hand up and slapped Kai right across the face, unable to hear the cries of the girl who collapsed by his side but was unable to touch him.

“You can tell me where the girl who’s life you plan on ruining is, or I can find her myself,” he said, Kai shaking beneath him as he held his palm to his sore cheek.

“And then what?!” Kai spat, “you’ll take her out of my life so I can spend the rest of my life continuing to be outcast by my own family?!”

His father drew a slit in the air, a red gash drawing itself upon Kai’s neck, weakening him so he was unable to hold the spell around her. The invisibility charm that cloaked her vanished, and she was suddenly there, beside Kai, who’s fresh blood spilled off his neck and down into the snow, staining it ruby red. nothing on her side but the element of surprise, the girl aimed a fist at Joshua Parker and hit him square in the jaw. He collapsed onto the snow, and in the moment before he recovered, Kai’s arm seized the girl, and they were both gone.

“List.” A Bellamy Blake imagine

Only 100 people were going to be able to survive on The Ark. Only 100. You were chosen to make the list of the 100 people who were going to make it.

And damn did it make you upset. 

Mentally beating yourself as with every name you wrote, the more your heart felt heavy. Everyone deserved to live. So why were you the one chose to list those who deserved it more? You sniffed as you covered your face. Your heart felt like lead as a tear rolled down your face.You didn’t hear Bellamy come in as you slowly wrote out yet another name.

Bellamy called your name expecting you to answer. You didn’t and he found out as he slowly approached, hearing your sad sniffling. He rested a hand on your shoulder causing you to jump. You spun around to meet his worried look. You immediately broke down and threw yourself into his arms as he caught you. You buried your head in his neck. He looked over your shoulder to see the list and his worried look melted away as he began to grow angry. Why did you have to do it?!

“I can’t do it Bell I can’t.” You cried as you sobbed. 

“You can’t what babe?” 
“I can’t put my name on this list and make someone else lose their life, I can’t.” You whispered as he had taken notice that your name was not on the list. 

But his name was first.

“Princess…” You pulled away to see him looking at you straight in the eyes as he squeezed your hand. 
“If you don’t put your name on that list…take mine off…I don’t want to live if it’s not with you.” He whispered as your body racked with sobs. You shook your head in protest as he shook his head back. 

“Other people deserve the chance to live over me Bell…” Bellamy’s chest felt tight at your statement. “I’ve done more bad than good…” Bellamy stood as he looked at his name on the list before grabbing the writing utensil. Going to cross his name off as you grabbed his arm quickly. Shaking your head silently. 

“Then you write your name.” He stated softly but firmly as you inhaled. Gingerly taking the pen from his hand as you slowly wrote your name on the 100th slot of the paper. You immediately dropped the pen and fell into Bellamy’s arms as he caught you. 
“Please don’t let us have to use this damned list.” You cried to no one. 

“We won’t…we won’t…” Bellamy said. 
But not even him knew for sure. 

All I Wanted

Pairing: Castiel x Reader 

Summary: Thinking it’s for the better, Castiel leaves Y/N in hopes she lives a happier life. But all she wanted was him. 

Warning: angsty fluff 

Words: 2122

A/N: AU Soldier!Castiel. Obsessed with All I Wanted by Paramore and yeah, it kind of matches what I’ve written. Also, have another fic! I managed to write this one this morning and decided to just post it and apologise profusely for never updating enough.

I’m sorry if this is crappy af, I tried tbh 


Originally posted by subcas

With the very little luck that you have, you had expected the unexpected to happen. The day that your fiancé had announced that he was being drafted to Afghanistan was the same very day that you felt your heart shatter to pieces. Nothing you had said would have changed his mind about going overseas and battling in a war he could get harmed in.

He was a good man, after all. He felt for the world in a way that astounded those around him. The words he would use to describe his love and care for the Earth he lives on would leave others in a locked trance and very much like you, fall in love with the hopeful man.

“Think of me when you’re out there, okay? I want you to come home safely.”

Just as he promised before he left, he kept in contact and assured you that he was safe and out of harm’s way. By the sixth month though, his letters would come less frequently and you were beginning to grow more worried for the man you had loved with all your heart and soul. You would pace the apartment and chew your nails anxiously, awaiting the postman to deliver your mail. Hours went by each day and you hadn’t received a single letter in almost two weeks.

You had thought perhaps the delivery was delayed, but how could it be? Your neighbour’s husband went with your fiancé and she received her letter on Monday. So, where was yours? Why hasn’t Castiel sent a letter within the past two weeks? The worst outcomes had filled your mind and you were exhausted with the thought of him no longer breathing.

God only knew what time you had fallen asleep but you had woken up on the couch to black and white reruns playing on the television and your sight was blurred from the unshed tears. Sleep was once a cherished act that you’d adored but ever since the nightmares had taken over the gleeful dreams you were used to, you’d grown to dislike it. Each nightmare would consist of a different way of Castiel leaving you – whether it was him simply packing his bags or it was him being shot on the job. Those nightmares had made you want to stay awake until he came home and held you.

“I’m sure he’s alright, Y/N,” Sophia, your neighbour, had assured you. She noticed that you hadn’t left the house within the past week and decided to come and check up on you. She said she was glad because she had caught you in the middle of having a panic attack. All your thoughts were clouded with images of all the possible ways your fiancé could meet his demise. You wished you hadn’t thought of the situation so negatively, but you couldn’t help it.

Sophia had stayed and made the two of you dinner as you binged watch Gilmore Girls on Netflix. Two days and three seasons of GG later, you had awoken to the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway. Your ears perked at the sound of a car door slamming and your heart pounded against your chest when you heard heavy footsteps walking up the porch. True to Sophia’s word, he was alright.

The man that you had spent the past three weeks worrying about walked through the door and you stared at him in astonishment. You swore your breath was knocked out of your lungs again just like he stole your breath away when you first met him.

“You’re safe–you’re home,” you uttered out, immediately getting off the couch and rushing over to your fiancé. You didn’t waste any time when wrapping your arms around him and holding him as if he were about to leave again.

But something was different. He wasn’t hugging you back just as tight and he hadn’t been crying like you were. He wasn’t muttering sweet nothings into your ear and promising you a night full of love in the sheets. He just stood there and allowed you to soak his shirt with your tears.

By then, you pulled away and looked at him with a questioning gaze. He didn’t even bother to look you in the eye. He simply walked around you and headed towards the bedroom. That’s when you noticed something that made your heart drop.

He didn’t bring his bag of clothes in this time. But you tried to make up an excuse as to why he didn’t have his bag with him—maybe he was too tired to bring it in. Perhaps he left it outside because it smelt. Though, you knew instantly that neither of them were the case when you watched your fiancé pack more clothes in another bag and a suitcase.

“I’m leaving,” was all he said when he noticed you standing in the doorway. If your heart shattered after hearing he was being drafted, then your heart definitely stopped working as of right now.

“What?” It came out as a whimper, showcasing how weak you truly were if you were to be without the blue eyed man, “Why?”

He didn’t answer you right away. It was obvious that his mind was about to explode with all the thoughts that were flashing by. Perhaps he was trying to find a good enough excuse to leave you.

“I’m not currently stable for a relationship nor am I worthy of your love. You should not need to stay at home waiting for a presence that might not make it back home to you.”

That’s what this is about? You were more than willing to wait at home for him if it meant that you got to see him in the end. And if someday you aren’t blessed with the sight of his ruffled hair and tear-stained cheeks, you’d hurt and grieve, but you’d be grateful to have had the chance to have him in your life.

“You are worthy of my love. If you weren’t, don’t you think I would have packed my bags and left a long time ago?” You reasoned with him, desperately wanting him to stay as selfish as that sounded. “I stay at home and pray every night that God will bring my fiancé back home to me and every time, I’m not left disappointed.”

He stopped in his tracks and stood with his back to you. He didn’t want to turn around and look at you—it would certainly make him break and crawl right back to you. But he couldn’t let you suffer any longer from an absent fiancé who risked his life to save others.

“But what if one day you do become disappointed? I can’t leave you as a widow,” Castiel continued to pack his clothes as if he hadn’t just heard your heart break in sync with his own.

If you had the courage, you’d punch him for ever thinking so negatively. But you couldn’t blame him when his job was to fight in a dangerous war in another country. He was right; one day you will be disappointed to see that he wasn’t coming home.

“Then I would continue to live as a woman who had the chance to get married to a handsome man. I will be grateful for the times I spent with you and I will cherish every memory,” you told him, trying to make him see that you were oh-so grateful for his presence in your life. “I will mourn, I will be sad, but I will not take my life. I will live my life in memory of your own and tell our children stories of how great their father was.”

This made him finally turn to face you and the sight made the pieces of your shattered heart crush into tiny grains. He was trying so hard to fight the tears that were threatening to fall. He was trying so hard to be strong. But it was okay to feel weak; it was okay to break and you wanted to reassure him about that. You wanted to hold him tight as if being in your arms would piece him back together.

“You could have anyone in the world and yet you choose a man who goes to war and risks his life,” his bottom lip begun to quiver as he dropped the shirt he was holding, “You choose to live a life where you worry about a man who isn’t worth a single tear from your pretty eyes.”

Your hand reached up to your cheeks and felt that they were wet. You hadn’t even realised that you were crying until now. You only shook your head and walked over to him, but he took a step back as he tried to gather his thoughts.

“You’re right; I could have whoever I pleased to have. But I simply want only you,” you cried out, and you noticed Castiel’s fingers twitch—he wanted to wipe your tears away. “From the moment I laid eyes on you back in tenth grade, I knew from that moment on that I would love you for the rest of my life and I’d face whatever challenges life throws at me if it meant I get to keep you in my life.”

This time, he allowed you to step closer to him. He didn’t shy away from your touch as your thumb wiped away the tears that had fallen down his cheek. His own hand had reached up to grasp your wrist as his head leaned into the palm of your hand.

“What makes you so sure that I’m the one for you? You haven’t gone out and loved anyone else since tenth grade,” he whispered with his eyes closed, and you were so sure that your heart couldn’t break any further, but it had.

“If you weren’t the one, don’t you think I would’ve fallen out of love with you during those years you have left to go to war?” You told him, as you lifted your other hand to trace his jaw, “I’ve dated plenty of men to know that you are the one for me. All I wanted was you and I know that you’re all I’m ever going to need.”

He let out a shaky breath and opened his eyes to into your own. You could see the war behind his eyes and you wanted nothing more than to put it to rest. You wanted to shelter him from the multiple thoughts racing around in his head.

“But what if I don’t come home, who will you have?”

You wanted him to think positively of the situation. You wanted to erase every negative thought in his mind. You wanted to remind him that he will make it home because he was a good soldier. God has plans for him and those plans are for him to die at an old age.

“I would have our children, the memories, the photographs and the videos,” the two of you had discussed having children, much to Cas’ liking, he hadn’t wanted to have our kids grow up with an absent father. But you’d always assure him that they would see him as a hero, because he truly was one. “I’ll have the ghost of you beside me because I know that even as a spirit, you’d be protective and hold me close at night.”

This time, Castiel stepped closer to you and wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. Your arms snuck around his neck and held him close to you. His face was buried in your neck and you felt the tears that he shed. His body was shaking from the sobbing and all you could do was let him do so as you rubbed his back and whispered sweet nothings into his ear.

He was a broken man but you had promised that’d piece him back together one day, even if it meant taking a piece of yourself to fix him. You’d tear yourself apart if it meant he could feel whole again. He was the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate. You’d do anything for him.

“Y/N,” he mumbled into your neck, “I love you so much. I’m so sorry, honeybee.”

“I know, baby. It’s okay, I promise,” you reassured him as he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, “I love you so much more.”

No more words were needed to be said as he pressed his lips against your own and poured all of his love into the kiss. He always promised you a night full of love in the sheets; and tonight, he was going to do just that.

Mating Call

Originally posted by hardyness

Requested: Yes, by a lovely creative anonymous person!

Pairings: Newt Scamander x Reader

Summary: The reader has a bad habit of wandering off, and so Newt finds a creative way to locate them.

Warnings: NONE!!

Word Count: 985

A/N: I loved this prompt so much, so thank you for sending it! If anyone else has any interesting prompts, please send them my way! As always likes/reblogs/feedback are always appreciated!

It all started when you got lost at a market. Newt had told you to stick close, because he knew that there were too many people there and a lot of things for you to get distracted by. You didn’t mean to get distracted, but when something caught you interest, you had to stop and look at it.

You saw a beautiful necklace and simply couldn’t look away. Newt ran around for the better part of an hour looking for you, imagining the worst had happened. He was so relieved to find you that he immediately pushed the incident from his mind, choosing instead to drag you along to a nearby booth, showing you all of the new flavors of pumpkin juice. Which was strange, you would have thought that they would all taste like pumpkin.

The next time you wandered away after spotting a stray Niffler making his way out of the bank with a few gold coins. You took off after him, not wanting the little creature to steal something or worse, hurt himself. Newt found you after a long period of frantic searching, the little creature cuddled in your arms. He was so excited that you found a new creature to add to your little family that he forgot to remind you that you weren’t supposed to run off. After losing you in a train station, and on your last trip to the forbidden forest, Newt decided that something had to be done.

“You want to have a mating call?” you asked incredulously.

“I don’t know if you would call it a mating call per say,” Newt protested, laying his hand on top of your own.

“I would say, because that is exactly what you are talking about. You want to have a noise that you can make in order to find me in public.” You said slowly, as if explaining what was happening to a child.

“Well, we wouldn’t need one if you didn’t wander off,” he said sheepishly.

“Well, I wouldn’t wander off if you didn’t take me to so many amazing places.” You laughed, tilting your head to one side. He looked confused for a moment, before he realized that you were complimenting him. You loved going on adventures with him, and it wasn’t your fault that you sometimes got distracted.

So, you each developed a noise that you would use when you couldn’t find each other. His sounded a lot like Frank’s call. As soon as you heard it, you would immediately refocus and find Newt. You had one as well, but you rarely had occasion to use it.

He would use it when the two of you were in the case, taking care of your creatures. It was an easy way to locate each other. After a while, you could tell that there were different tones that he would take depending on what he needed. If he was looking for you, it was in the middle of his register, but if he was worried he used a higher pitched whine. And if it was a lower noise, he was just feeling a bit lonely.

He often abused the use of that one, making you stop whatever you were doing, and wrap your arms around him. he would lean back into you, savoring the feeling of just being close to you. And even though it was a bit annoying that you had to stop your work, but you appreciated the fact that he took comfort in your touch.

But the last time that he used it must have been the best time. You were surprised to hear his high pitched whine whistle through the air, because you were sure that you hadn’t even wandered off.

It sounded a few more times, and you found Newt standing in a clearing, roses and lights strung up all around him. It looked like he was close to tears, and you rushed over to him, frantically looking some kind of injury. Newt cried when he was hurt, and you were worried that was why he called you.

He took both of your hands in his and when he looked into your eyes, everything clicked. Oh god. “Y/N,” he started, rubbing his thumb across your knuckles. “I know that I’m not going to do this right, but I can’t think of a better way, so here it goes. I love you, so much. I can’t think of anyone else that I would want to spend the rest of my life with. You are the only person that loves out family as much as I do and you are the only one that I want to fall asleep next to, every night, for the rest of my life.”

You felt like you were going to cry, and after you saw the first tear fall down Newt’s cheek, your flood gates opened. You were practically sobbing, and he was still trying to muddle his way through.

“And so, I was wondering, hoping actually, that you would do me the honor,” he paused, taking the ring gently from where Picket was holding up a beautiful, simple, perfect ring. “Of becoming my wife.”

You were without words, but you nodded your head, the tears somehow coming quicker as Newt slipped the ring onto your finger. You threw your arms around his neck, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. “I love you so much.” You said, through your tears, tucking your face into the crook of his neck, careful to choose the side that Picket was not on.

You had expected an ‘I love you too’, but it was too much of a stretch to say that you were surprised when a new whine sounded through the air, and you laughed, holding him closer.  You may wander away, but there was no possibility that you were not going to find your way back to him. 

Imagine the dwarves being heartbroken after you tell them that the human life span is shorter than theirs

I was bored and thought I’d try this imagine. Its my first time writing for the hobbit so I hope you understand if it sucks!  Anyway enjoy!

Words: 1,051
Paring: Slight Reader x Thorin

“What happened next?” Kili asked excitedly.
“We had to carry him home. Obviously after he threw up in the streets and allover your mother’s new boots,” Balin explained laughing.
“I hope my 100th birthday is that cool!” Fili sighed longingly.
“It will be. It’ll be the first party thrown in Erebor for a hundred years,”Thorinsaid smiling, his cheeks slightly red from the embarrassment that was his 100th birthday party. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi Meg! A few months ago I talked to you because I wanted to get a tattoo but my boyfriend did not want me too (just to catch you up)... And I did it. And I love it +.+ but now things are not well between my boyfriend and I :/ he called me shallow for "needing" to have a tattoo and said it was ironic to tattoo something to have to do with nature because the nature of my body was trying to reject it and he said he was disappointed with me (... Like what?!) (continues on another ask)

Anonymous said:(Part II) and I’ve been feeling so bad… I’ve cried so much over this because I really thought he was the one you know? I could spend the rest of my life with him and now I don’t even want to be with him… My sex drive was a new low and I started to feel bad in my own body (because he said that for him it would always be ugly - even before he saw it-) so I decided that tomorrow I’m going to leave him and I need some reassurence (we’ve been together for 3 years already). Thank you ❤️


Gosh I have so much to say but not enough words. (I remember you btw). I am PROUD of you for deciding to get a tattoo because it’s YOUR body and I’m SO PROUD of you for making this decision to leave him. If he can’t love and appreciate all of you, then he is not worthy of you and you deserve so much better. Somebody who claims to love you and says such things shouldn’t even agh this makes me so angry. The break up will be messy, but I promise everything will work out and be okay. You’ll be free to love your tattoo and get as many as you like and just enjoy the skin you’re in without feeling ashamed. Sending you lots of love! <3 

Distance Between Us (Part 2/2)

Note: Hey guys! Before you understand part 2, you’ll have to read part 1 here. Hope y’all enjoy x

Character: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Warning: Lot’s of smut @ the end >:) (M)

Word Count: 2104


Last night, I left my car at home and took the 10 o’clock bus to anywhere but Mystic Falls and ended up at a motel just outside of New York. I got here at around 4am and checked in using a phoney yet believable name. The receptionist was a rather handsome 6 foot, brown-haired and green eyed man whose name badge read Brad. He handed me the room key and flashed a bright smile, a smile that was almost identical to Damon’s, making my heart drop and stomach flutter for a split second.

I had a good 7 hour rest before I was repeatedly awoken by a buzz that vibrated the nightstand next to me. I squinted my eyes at the tiny shed of sunlight that peeked through the curtains and rubbed my eyes, blindly trying to reach for my phone. I grabbed a hold of it and rolled my eyes as I read a notification saying I had received more than 30 missed calls and “where are you” texts from Damon. I knew this would happen, hence the reason why I took it upon myself to get the hell out of town for a while.

Soon, I had a build up of texts and missed calls from everyone, even Elena. Just before I decided to turn my phone off, a text came in from Damon: I’m coming to find you baby girl, stay safe in the mean time. I thought it seemed odd that he was so calm? Especially because I literally killed him last night. I threw my phone on the bed and ran myself a bath, the shower was mouldy and cockroach infested so I wasn’t taking any chances. I lowered myself into the hot water and let out a sigh of relief, as I held my breath and dunked my head under the water, I lost all control of time. I was under there for 30 seconds before my lungs almost gave in, although those seconds felt like hours as I lay there thinking about how I was going to deal with inevitably seeing Damon again.

I shot up and caught my breath as I washed my face with water and ran my fingers through my hair, resting them on the back of my neck. I sat and thought. I thought about my feelings for Damon. I thought about what I was going to say to him when I saw him again, what he would say? A single tear fell from my eye and I heard it’s minuscule splash in the water. I laid back and rested my head on the edge of the bath, closing my eyes and drifting off into a deep sleep.

I awoke to a loud bang at the door, Damon found me, I thought as I propped myself up out of the bath and wrapped a towel around my body. I checked the clock on my way out of the bathroom and 3 hours had gone by while I was asleep in the tub. I tip toed to the door and peeped through the hole in the door, to my surprise, Brad was standing outside with a cart.

“Brad? Hi!”, I greeted him as I opened the door.

His eyes widened and he turned away slightly, “Uh, um. Do you want me to come back?”, he muttered awkwardly after noticing I was only wearing a towel.

“No, it’s fine. What’s this?” I tilted my head and pointed to the cart.

“Our finest wine and a cheese platter, compliments of the motel”, he replied.

“Oh, wow. I didn’t know motels were this fancy”, I joked, raising the corner of my mouth slightly and laughing through my nose.

“Well, it’s more compliments of me than the motel. You looked rather upset when you arrived so early this morning and I thought a beautiful woman like yourself doesn’t deserve to be sad”, Brad confessed.

I was speechless. I almost brought myself to invite him in except his sweet gesture brought back memories of Damon and his kind heart that only I knew. He would always bring flowers and chocolates or insist that we watched my favourite movie together, no matter how much he hated it; just to cheer me up.

“What am I doing here?”, I muttered to myself but still loud enough for Brad to hear.

“Huh?”, his eyebrows furrowed.

“Sorry”, I slammed the door and quickly gathered my things.

I turned my phone on and almost 50 more missed calls flooded in at once, I immediately called Damon. He picked up in an instant, “Hello? (Y/N)? Are you okay? Where are you baby?”, I could hear the worry in his voice. “I’m at a motel just outside of New York. I’m not sure, I don’t know what I’m feeling. All I know is that leaving was a mistake”, I replied, tears now streaming down my face. “How about I meet you at the bus station?”, he suggested, “Okay. I’ll be there soon”, I replied and hung up the phone. A rush of happiness came over me and I smiled to myself, knowing that everything would go back to the way it was. I peeped through the hole in the door once again and saw Brad, still waiting in the corridor. I couldn’t face him now, not after I practically led him on then slammed the door in his face. I forced open the window and climbed down the fire escape.

The bus station was a few blocks away, I ran as fast as humanly possible just to be able to hold Damon in my arms. I arrived within 3 minutes and I bent down to rest my hands on my thighs while I attempted to catch my breath. While scanning the station repeatedly I didn’t manage to find any sight of him, I frowned. I was looking towards the carpark, hoping that he would be arriving there. A few seconds later I heard a low, delicate voice from behind me, “(Y/N)”, it was Damon.

I turned around and my heart almost stopped, I closed my eyes and took a breath before I ran towards him and planted myself in his open arms. I squeezed him tight and he locked me in his embrace. I wriggled my head out and looked up at him and saw the reflection of myself glistening in his watery eyes.

“I’m sorry”, I sighed, feeling guilty for leaving.

“Don’t be, it was wrong for me to be so controlling over your actions. I just… I love you so much and I wouldn’t survive without you in my life” he admitted as a single tear fell down his cheek.

“I love you too, Damon. I don’t know what I was thinking”, I cried.

“I’m just glad you’re safe now. If anything would have happened to you I would have lost my mind. Please promise me you’ll never put yourself in danger like that again?”, he asked with a soft tone in his voice.

“I promise”, I nestled my head back into his chest, still locked in his embrace.

Damon rested his chin on my head and held me close to his chest, this is what I’ve been wanting for weeks.


We were 3 hours in to our 6 hour drive home when the sun had finally set and the stars began to radiate the sky.

“It’s so beautiful”, I said as I gazed out the car window at the sky.

“Just like my girl”, Damon replied and looked over at me, smiling.

He reached over and intertwined his fingers with mine, gripping my hand tight before looking back up at the road. I giggled to myself and leaned in closer to him, almost hovering over the gears. His skin was warm and tender, I had missed his touch. The tension built up as we held hands and exchanged looks in silence. I felt a weird sensation building inside of my stomach and I knew that I wanted Damon right then and there.

I gripped his hand and focused my eyes on the road as I muttered, “Damon”. I saw him turn his head with concern from the corner of my eye, so I turned to face him.

“Yes, (Y/N)?”, he replied.

“I want you right now, I need you, right now”, I whispered.  

“Are you sure?”, he asked lovingly.

Without giving an answer, I crept my hand over to his pants and squeezed his member. Damon let out a low growl and nodded his head before pulling over to the side of the deserted road and parking the car.

I sat up in my seat and climbed over, laying down across the back seat. Damon followed soon after and positioned himself on top of me before he crashed his lips to mine and locked them together in a passionate kiss. His hands traveled from my neck to my breast and he cupped them softly before lifting my shirt over my head. He unclasped my bra with grace and expertise and then slowly pulled down my jeans, exposing my panties. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous”, he groaned as he licked his lips and admired my body, tracing his fingers down my thigh. I let out a small moan and ripped his shirt off of his body, “someone’s a little eager”, he smirked.

He propped my legs up on to his shoulders as he bent down and rested his head between my legs, nipping and sucking at my inner thighs before removing my panties. He clung his mouth to my aching core and began tracing circles with his tongue as he slowly entered a finger. I moaned his name in pleasure, causing him to smirk against my folds. “Stop teasing me, baby”, I whispered and he responded with a wink.

He unzipped his pants and pulled them to his thighs before forcefully grabbing my waist and pulling me towards his hips. I caught a glimpse of his hard throbbing member just before he slammed it into me and began pounding. I didn’t think it was possible but I yelled, “Harder, Damon!”, and he pushed further inside of me with every thrust. This is what I needed, yeah it was crazy and rough, but he was paying attention to me and that’s what I’d been missing. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he rubbed my clit with his finger, bringing me closer to the edge.

Damon gripped the top of his leather seats so hard that they began splitting at the seams, “Shit, you feel so good”, he screamed. He leaned down and sucked at my neck, licking it like a dog. The feel of his wet lips and experienced tongue on my neck made me crave an orgasm. I moaned his name loudly and begged him to go faster, he only adjusted himself slightly, not wanting to damage my fragile human body. “I’ll hurt you if I go any faster or deeper, baby girl”, he sighed.

He kept his pace until he felt himself begin to twitch, I spread my legs a little wider to allow him more entrance into me. I gripped his back and dug my nails in, screaming in pleasure. I was so close, I felt my stomach twist and a sensation build between my thighs. Damon and I exchanged hot and heavy breaths into each other mouths while he sent one last forceful thrust into me. I felt my walls clench around Damon and an explosion in between my legs, leaving me twitching with aftershocks. Damon came inside of me and rode out his orgasm with me, finishing with little thrusts and heavy breaths.

He pulled out and collapsed on top of me. I lifted him up and positioned myself half next to him and half on top of him, struggling to balance myself on the back seat. I found a comfortable position, resting on top of his chest, listening to the rise and fall of his breaths.

“I miss this”, I admitted to him.

“Just know Princess, I’m the only one that can make you feel this good”, he chuckled but I knew he was serious.

“You’re the only one I want to make me feel this good”, I whispered, gripping his chest tighter.

He rested his head on the door as we lay stretched out across the backseat. I leant up and kissed his neck softly before nestling my head into it. He kissed the top of my head and played with my hair. Just before I drifted to sleep, I smiled to myself and thought, I’m the luckiest girl in the world.

V/ Jihyun Kim Wedding Dance: One Shot

Hello everyone c: there was originally suppose to be only two winners for the wedding dance one shot: Saeran Choi & Jumin Han  but I made a open debate for either Seven or V :) Reading the arguments I decided to side with V :)  Its been amazing writing this little series and I hope I can do future polls :) Now lets enjoy the ending of this series. The song of the wedding dance is: Like I’m Going To Lose You, by Meghan Trainor ft John Legend 

“The one word in the English language, fuck it, in any language, is the word almost. That one small six-letter word has the power to change your mood drastically. It has the power to make you feel happiness and yet it can be the reason for the death of the old you. Almost is one hell of a word” - Mod Saeran

I don’t believe people know the real meaning of almost. The power that “almost” has is very terrifying because I almost died because of Rika. I almost sacrificed my life for her simply because I was in love with her. I looked into the mirror and all I could see was was blur, the eye surgery I had months ago was a success but they did say it would be slow process. How pathetic am I for being a baggage for (y/n). I could see some things but the rest of my life was one huge blur. I left the bathroom and I saw Jumin, my best man, and the rest of the RFA who are my groomsmen. I walked closer to them and fell on my knees letting the demons take over “ I DON’T FUCKING DESERVE HER! SHES BEEN IN LOVE WITH ME FROM THE BEGINNING AND ONLY RECENTLY I LOVED HER BACK” I cried out shaking from reality. Jumin kneeled on the floor with me and pulled me into a hug “Jihyun I known you for a long time, you are practically my brother, please don’t be hard on yourself. I am truly sorry you have to go through this but just know we are your family and we will be here for you” he hugged me even tighter and I opened my eyes and I saw my family. They all helped me freshen up because they were afraid something might happen to me. Damn, I’m a baggage to everyone in the whole RFA. I blinked quickly a few times and I noticed I looked quite decent. I smiled and was ready to meet my bride.


I grabbed her hand and brought her closer to me. The whiff of her perfume brought me to so many memories that it made it seem like I was watching a movie in my head. I brought her closer to me and then reality hit me, Im actually married. However, she isn’t the one I want. I don’t love her…. my heart belongs to someone else. I grabbed her face and made her look into my hazy eyes “ Im sorry, I only married you because of the baby but, my heart belongs to someone else, enjoy the party” I kissed her forehead and went to look for Jumin. I accidentally bumped into Saeran and he knew what my crazy ass was thinking. He gathered the whole RFA and they knew where I needed to go, where I needed to be. 


I kneeled down and looked into your eyes. My god, I am thankful that my vision gives me enough strength to stare at your angelic face. “My precious (y/n) how thankful I am that we were born in the same century because I was graced with your angelic beauty. You showed me the reality of love, the cold hard truth of it. That love isn’t about the good but also the bad. I’m sorry that I didn’t return your love till later, but please understand I only married Rika because she is carrying my child. You are my true love and I just wish I realized what love really is before it was to late” I grabbed my phone and played the song that I am going to dedicate to you.

I found myself dreaming In silver and gold Like a scene from a movie That every broken heart knows we were walking on moonlight And you pulled me close Split second and you disappeared and then I was all alone

I gave a heavy sigh and looked into your soul “You came into my life out of nowhere. Whenever I chatted with you briefly in the RFA messenger, my heart skipped a beat and I always looked forward to talking to you, even if it was once in a blue moon. When I noticed you weren’t active in the messenger as you use to be, I visited the apartment and noticed you were ill. It was an honor taking care of you because you could of simply refused but you didn’t. You didn’t even ask me about my sunglasses but I told you either way. When you got better, I still visited because you were a bright light that kept pulling me towards you. I always thought to myself, ‘Why does (y/n) have a strong hold on me if I haven’t even looked into her eyes’ because looking into a persons eyes you can tell what kind of soul they had. That night that we saw each others soul, we made love that night. Neither of us didn’t plan it but the moment we looked into each others eyes, our souls gave that little ‘hah I finally found you’ type of feelingI was opening my heart to you and I wasn't afraid because you needed to know….

In the blink of an eye, Just a whisper of smoke, You could lose everything The truth is you never know, So I’ll kiss you longer baby, Any chance that I get I’ll make the most of the minutes and love with no regrets

I wiped my tears away gently trying not to worsen my vision because I needed to look into your eyes while confessing my truth to you “The few months that we spent together was honestly the best time of my life. Who cares how cliche it sounds but its my reality. You were my personal oasis and I will be forever grateful that you provided a heaven for me while I was stuck in hell. I didn’t tell you the truth of my situation because I knew Rika will kill you off in a instant and that was the last thing I wanted to happen. I told you one night that I couldn’t come back and visit because I needed to take care of business and all you did was kiss me and we made the most passionate love that night. It was our souls and bodies melting together into one. You made me breakfast and you kissed me with so much tenderness and you looked at me with those eyes and simply said ‘ We will find our way back to each other don’t worry baby. We will always find our way back cause our souls loved each other for so long that nothing will tear us apart’ and I kissed you not knowing what life would bring us. Oh how I wish you were wrong my love”

I’m gonna love you, Like I’m gonna lose you, I’m gonna hold you, Like I’m saying goodbye wherever we’re standing, I won’t take you for granted ‘cause we’ll never know when, When we’ll run out of time so I’m gonna love you, Like I’m gonna lose you ,I’m gonna love you like I’m gonna lose you

“ You walked in that night and I saw you, Saeyoung, and Saeran caught in the trap of my ex lovers web. Emotions were high because everyone was finding out the cold hard truth of my ex lover. That she was the reason for everyones pain and suffering but it was worse because I knew what was going on. I notice Saeran pointing his gun at Rika and old habits die hard that I was getting ready to take the hit. What I didn’t know that you were going to jump in front of me and take the bullet yourself.” I wiped the tears from my eyes and finally had a clear picture of your face that was on your tombstone. Your tombstone. It still hurts to admit it. You died for me. You risked your own life for me while I was risking my life for another. Your last words to me was the one that dragged my heart and soul with you to the after life. I closed my eyes and remembered your final moments: “Thank you for giving me forever in just a short span of a couple of months. Please do not feel guilty because its an honor dying in your arms Jihyun Kim.” I remember you coughing out blood while my hand was firmly placed on your wound hoping the bleeding stopped. You looked at me and your soul was leaving your body “We will always find our way back to each other, I love you Jihyun, Ill see you in our next life” You eyes were slowly closing but I kept screaming for someone to do something. Three minutes later you died in my arms. I witnessed your final breathe and from that moment, I died as well. 

I got up and digged a little hole next to your tombstone and buried the ring that was wrapped with a red ribbon with the wedding vowels I had attached to it.

I breathed in while placing the dirt to cover the rings “Here are my vows to you. I promise when we meet again, I will cherish you and love you till the end of my life time. With this ring that I am placing next to you, I promise to always walk by your side till the end of time. You are the owner of my heart, body, mind and soul and it doesn’t matter if we couldn’t spend this life together because I know our next one will be beautiful. You don’t understand how much I miss you when I wake up and you aren’t next to me. I don’t know what I ever did to deserve such a precious soul like yours but I thank God every moment that we were together for blessing me with you. I vow to found you in our next life and I vow to make sure that our forever will be longer”

 I did a small prayer for you and looked at your picture again and sighed “ I love you (f/n) (l/n) and I cant wait to spend forever with you again in our next life. Thank you for teaching me what love really is and I hope in our next life we can have a family of our own. I love you. Im glad we almost had our happy ending.” and I walked toward Jumins limo where the rest of the members were waiting. Jumin gave me a reassured hug and the other members were giving me warm smiles, while Saeran looked into my eyes and I saw his soul was taken from him as well. Before I lost sight of your tombstone I breathed in heavily and exhaled “ Goodbye (y/n) see you soon” and closed my eyes. 

My Sunshine

Jung Hoseok/ JHope X Reader 

Suicide and cutting triggers.

The day he walked into my life was the day I had planned to end it. Everything was prepared. Goodbye letters had been written to those who I cared about most, I’d adopted my dog out to a nice family, and I’d even pulled out all of my savings to help my mother with expenses. I was an incredibly considerate kind of selfish. Then he showed up. I used to think it had been a coincidence, but as time passed I became more certain that it was fate. He showed up that night to save me and had been saving me every day since.

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The Embers of Destiny

Step by weary step, every man, woman, and child that could still walk, could still breathe, and could still find the will to live in the face of impossible odds carried on with pillars of smoke at their back. They could still see the flames swallowing their hometown if they paused to peer back through the trees of the forest that afforded them only a small and temporary cover from the enemy’s raids.

How safe would they be in a new place and how long would that safety truly last, they wondered. Even stone walls and moats and spells and the lives of men hadn’t been enough to halt the oncoming horde. Against such crafty magicians and such powerful warriors, how could these common people hope to survive?

Usually, it was a matter of finding an answer. For these people, it was a matter of finding matching pairs. They knew the answer that would be their salvation—they always had. Dragons and their Riders. It was just a matter of finding them.

“I could’ve done something,” Sousuke grumbled to his parents, adjusting the pack on his back as his blistered feet cried out for rest from their long walk.

But his parents answered as they always did. “You’d only be throwing your life away if you exposed yourself,” counseled his mother. “A dragon is only a beast without his rider—”

“—and a rider is only a man without his dragon. I know,” Sousuke finished for her, his hands tightening into fists as he glanced back over his shoulder at the city that should have been his to protect. Even if he’d died, his death might have saved a few.  “Tch. I can’t keep hiding forever.  For all I know, my rider’s dead already.”

“Shh, Sousuke,” his mother warned, giving him a stern look that warned him to silence.

If the people walking with them were to overhear, there was no telling how they’d react to know they’d had a dragon in their midst all along. So many dragons and men had been sacrificed to the war already… Rider or not, dragon or not, they were warriors by blood and so they’d been pushed to defend their kingdom, but without a their true pair the effort was useless.

Sousuke felt the fear of death, of course, and he didn’t want to throw his life away any more than anyone else, but the lingering pain of guilt nonetheless haunted his days like a poltergeist. He wished he could just tear off his shirt and spread through word of mouth that he had a mark, that he was a dragon. For all he knew, his rider could be right in front of him, but if he was always hiding what he was, how was he ever supposed to find them?

As night fell on the second day of their walking, the weary villagers of his town finally found the next and begged for entry at the walls. Mercifully, the night watch allowed them to pass through the gates and seek shelter in the city, though there was barely room for them all.

Once his parents had found a place to rest, half of his town crammed into the single inn in the city, Sousuke ventured out into the town to find a place to breathe and to think and to wash the blaming ash from his skin. Finding a well near the center of town, he cupped some of the cool water and splashed it over his face, then down his arms, wiping away the ash of his home.  A pity that he couldn’t remove his shirt and clean up more.