request:remember me w/ Billy? 💕 (from dating prompts: Leave a “Remember Me” in my ask, and I’ll write a drabble about one character trying to get another to remember them)
summary: reader is home for the holidays, and meets an old enemy (ish). turns out late night diner talks aren’t the worst thing in the world.
word count: 2,568
warning: there are mentions of abuse in here. nothing detailed, but it’s mentioned.
The holidays are a lot of things, but after high school, they went on another level of special for you. You’d ended up missing your friends and family a lot more while you were at college, so a couple of weeks at home was on par with heaven for you - even in your junior year.
You’d been home for a couple of days by that point. The first day home had been spent in your bed catching up on all of the sleep that you’d missed out on during the fall semester. The second and third day, however, had considered of the party crowding into your house, Dustin and Steve making hundreds of cookies while the rest tried to steal any amount of cookie dough that they could.
It was weird, being older. The kids were growing up, all but Will having grown taller than you (Will was as tall as you now, and you had no illusions that in a year, you’d be the shortest one). Nancy and Jonathan were in college as well, due back within the next few days. Steve had - to the frustration of his father - decided to stay in Hawkins and join the police force to work alongside Hopper.
“Who else is going to save his old ass when the weird shit hits the fan again?”
So it had been nice to see them all again, the pain in your chest abating a little the longer you were all together.
You loved your family and spending time with them, but with the party, it was different. Shared trauma, and all that.
Eventually, though, everyone ended up heading out. Lucas and Max had talked of going to the movies, while the rest of them were heading to their various homes. Except Mike, who was taking El home himself.
(The thought of him driving disturbed you on a whole other level.)
Once they’d all left, you shrugged on your coat and shoved a hat on your head, wincing as you stepped outside. The cold stung your face, but you tried not to pay much attention to it. Hawkins Main Street was calling to you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t go.
From the time that you’d been a child, you’d always loved walking into town, late at night in December. It was like your own private Christmas lights show. String lights were strung from street lamp to street lamp, with wreaths shaped as bells and Christmas trees lined the pole lights. The storefronts were all individually decorated to the owner’s preference, but most had Santa and presents in some form or another.
You’d just made it into town, your hands shoved deep into your pockets when you heard someone calling your name. You froze at the sound of the voice, trying to place it.
“Y/N! Y/L/N, is that you?” You turned around slowly, furrowing your brow as your gaze settled on the man approaching you. The voice reminded you of Billy Hargrove, but the man in front of you…
He had short hair - no mullet in sight - and was grinning easily at you. Sure, towards the end of your senior year, Billy hadn’t been bothering you anymore, but that was due to Max almost taking a nail-ridden bat to his crotch.
“Uh, yeah? Do I know you?”
“You don’t remember me? Do I look that different without the mullet?”
Your eyes widened. Holy shit, it was Billy Hargrove.
“Nah, I just didn’t recognize you without you harassing me and my friends.” You raised your eyebrows at him as he looked down at his shoes. His lips pressed together into a thin line as he looked back towards you.
“I was a pretty big dick to you, huh?”
“You were a bigger dick to Lucas Sinclair. And your little stepsister.”
He let out a sigh, nodding his head slow a couple of times.
“I know I was. I had a lot of shit going on, but that doesn’t excuse what I said. Or what I did. I’m, uh, I’m sorry, Y/N.”
You stared at him, your gaping mouth resembling a fish. It had been around three years since all of that had happened. People could change in that amount of time, but Billy Hargrove? Really?
“What the hell happened to you?”
He barked out a humorless laugh, ducking his head once more before taking in a deep breath, and letting it out through his nose.
“You wanna grab some coffee?” You furrowed your brow, giving him a look that made him chuckle. “It’s kind of a long story, and I’m starting to freeze my ass off.”
Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.
Pairing: Jimin x Reader
Warnings/tags: Past abuse, Blood, Mafia!reader, Mafia!Namjoon, Older brother!Namjoon, DogHybrid!Jimin, fighting, slow burn, general angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, eventual smut.
A/N: I probably could have split this into two parts but I didn’t want to leave you hanging after the Jimin/Jungkook fight scene. This part was particularly hard to write because I knew where I wanted to be by part 3 but not how to get there. I know it’s not as good as part one but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Song to play during this chapter: House of cards~
Jimin and his new master arrive at the compound inside of the hour. On the front gate (guarded by 3 guards- probably armed) hung a golden sign; Serendipity Gardens. Jimin felt his eyes widen as they pulled through the gate and into a wide circle, a fountain spitting water in the center.
The place was emptier than a graveyard. There where no children playing in the park. Not a person was walking in the gardens and not a soul on any of the balconies of the two upscale apartment complexes or the smaller but no less grand private residences.
The car pulled left and into an underground parking garage. Other sleek cars were parked here. Namjoon didn’t wait for the driver to open his door when they stopped, and Jimin scuttled after him careful not to fall behind.
In the space that should have been parking, rooms had been erected- some with clear dividers and others out of plain brick. A safe was tucked into the wall as people walked this way and that; some carting crates off to storerooms.
Everywhere there were cameras. Every door had a key card and every person was armed in some way. Revolvers where Tucked into waistbands, or in holsters on their sides, and machine guns where slung casually over shoulders as a man cleaned dirt out from under his fingernails with a switchblade.
People nodded or cast his master greetings some even bowing. Jimin cast his gaze to his master scanning him for any budges- it didn’t look like he was armed- but Jimin was beginning to think that his new master wasn’t the kind of man who ever gave secrets away for free.
He stopped for no one- even as they made their way down a set of stairs almost running into a group of people who were attempting to carry a large box up the flight of stares.
“Take the fucking ramp it will be easier you idiots.” Monster growled. The youths almost dropped the box. Yes, boss, they muttered shaking in their boots. they all Scattered the second they both had passed.
The training room on the third floor stank with the smell of sweat and blood just like his old one, Jimin’s sensitive nose stung. Blue mats where tossed on the floor while a makeshift platform with a circle made a ring in the center, while exercise equipment was pushed against a wall.
Around 20 people were clustered around the ring- watching a fight that Jimin could tell would be over in seconds. Most of them turned to bow to his master. Some of their eyes landed on Jimin- and flashed up quickly to his ears, which twitched anxiously whenever he caught someone staring. Hybrids where a common thing- most people had either met one or seen one, but most people had never seen a hybrid that looked like Jimin. Eventually, their gazes returned to the fighting ring and the two battling it out in the center.
The mint haired man hit the floor with a final thud and did not get up. he groaned “Kook it’s a fucking Sunday- can’t you just go easy on me one time.“
His opponent, Kook; a boy that was both buffer and younger than Jimin smirked. “Ain’t no rest for the wicked Yoongi.” Jimin watched curiously as Kook held out a hand to Yoongi- why would he help his opponent up- it was something Jimin had never seen done.
Yoongi snorted, “Whoever said that obviously hadn’t met me Jungkook.” Yoongi slapped his offered hand away.
“I’m just going to sleep here- wake me up if the boss shows up.” his master cleared his throat. Jimin had never seen someone get up fast as Yoongi; who snapped to attention. Namjoon merely leveled him with a slight smirk. “You know the rules Yoongi- everyone trains.”
“You know I’m more deadly at long distances boss.” Namjoon jumped onto the platform, and Jimin followed carefully, he felt the eyes of the assembled gangsters slowly shifting to him- the newcomer, their master’s shadow. Jimin’s black ears twitched, and his tail swished back and forth. he could sense eyes on them- and on the blood that still stained his knuckles. But no one asked his master who he was.
Namjoon jerked his head, and Yoongi made to get off the platform, Jungkook, however, stayed put. Namjoon’s eyes flicker to Jimin and before he could ask- Jimin entered the ring with a sick feeling curling in his stomach.
“Who’s this?” Jungkook asks, his eyes flicker to Jimin’s tail and ears.
“Y/n’s new guard dog- but I want to see if he’s a good fit before I give her too him.” Jimin bristled. Was the fight from last night not enough to convince him that he could fight? He was good- and though he could tell by the way Jungkook moved that he knew how to handle himself, Jimin was better. He could tell by just looking at the way he placed his feet. His master’s eyes flickered to Jimin.
“You know what to do.” He said, and Jimin turned.
Jimin had Jungkook pinned in under a minute- though the young man was obviously skilled- he had never gone up against a hybrid before. People usually underestimated his strength, but his speed was Jungkook’s downfall. Jimin could smell Jungkook’s fury underneath his fingers. Jimin raised a fist- intent on knocking him out and ending the fight.
“Stop,” Namjoon commanded, every inch of Jimin’s body froze, and surprisingly Jungkook stopped too. “Stand and face me.” He commanded Jimin did as he asked.
Shock colored every face around the ring as Jimin turned to face his new master, dread filling up his stomach. His master appraised him with a new eye, slightly amused- but mostly pleased. “Do you know why I just had you do that?” Namjoon asks Jimin.
Jimin could feel every pair of eyes on him and while he’d never been uncomfortable with someone’s eyes on him before- this somehow felt more intimate.
“Because you needed to know if I would hurt a human.” As a hybrid- Jimin’s DNA was programmed to be obedient- to be pliant and not harm his human master- or any human master. The instinctual aversion was something that had been trained out of him by his previous masters again and again until it didn’t matter what species his opponent was.
“Smart and strong- what other surprises do you have?” Namjoon says, not looking for an answer. His master turned and left the ring. Jimin scrambled to follow. Behind him, he heard the others rumble- the quiet hum of conversation. “Who’s that?” Yoongi asked Jungkook. Jimin could feel the man’s eyes on him as he trailed away. “Trouble, I think.”
Summary:You’re a Youtuber, hanging around the H&M tent at Coachella. Grayson is your biggest fan. Word Count: 2,861 Warnings: Fingering. A/N: Thank you to the anon who sent this idea in! This is all your idea, I’m just writing it out. I didn’t want to post the request because it contains “spoilers” but this imagine is basically what the anon requested. Hope you like this one! (title from Don’t Be So Shy by Imany)
“Turn your head a little to the side…” The photographer gestured with her hand, cocking her head to the left so you smiled and complied. “Perfect. Now smile.”
The flash went off a few times as she snapped her photos, and you tried to stay still and let her do the work but you were feeling too excited. Earlier today you had arrived in Palm Springs, ready to head over to the festival and show off your outfit that you had spent three weeks planning beforehand.
You didn’t know how you had gotten so lucky. One minute you had been uploading your pictures on instagram and it had blown up, gaining over a hundred thousand followers the first few months. By the time you had reached five hundred thousand, you had started up a Youtube channel, and a year later you had gained over two million on your channel and been invited to numerous events. Coachella being one of them.
Summary: As the news of the King’s death spreads throughout the land, lords and ladies from the nearby countries swarm the castle to offer condolences to the queen and her son. As the prince mourns his father, he is met with the reality that he must now choose a wife and begin his reign.
Summary: Due to the start of Riverdale High’s complex renovations, the school is shut down for one year and all Riverdale High students are forced to attend Southside High.
In an effort to integrate at her new school, Betty goes to a meeting for the Red and Black and meets one of the top Southside Serpents, Jughead Jones.
AU: Jughead Jones is a Southside High student and, therefore, doesn’t know any of the regular Riverdale High students.
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
A smug, balding security guard smirked at her terse tone and motioned for her to turn back around, “’fraid not, sweetheart. Take off the earrings and come through again.”
Betty clenched her jaw tightly before practically ripping her earrings out in frustration and throwing them in the bin. This was the fourth time she had gone through this absolutely ridiculous probably-not-even-TSA-approved metal detector at the entrance of Southside High and she was now thoroughly convinced this mall cop was fucking with her.
A few Southside High students sighed irritably behind her as she set herself up to walk through again.
But before the guard could motion for her to step forward, an older student sauntered over to him, effectively erasing the cocky grin from the officer’s face as he folded his arms.
“Enough. Let her through.”
His voice came out as a low growl, a demand not a suggestion, and Betty’s eyebrows raised in surprise. She had never heard a student speak to a person of authority that way and was mildly horrified.
But also impressed, definitely impressed.
The guard bit the inside of his cheek for a split second before quickly motioning her through, stepping back to allow her appropriate space to throw on her ballet flats and jewelry. The student remained unmoved, his eyes dark as he watched her shove her earrings in, ensuring the guard would leave her alone until she was done.
Betty turned quickly to thank him and assure him she was fine, but found herself self-consciously pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.
Wow, she thought, her eyes trailing from his gray crown beanie to his striking blue eyes down to his full lips.
He offered a small smile, raising an eyebrow at her stare before turning to head down the hallway filled with students, backs pressed against their lockers to clear his way.
Her mouth fell open when the light hit the back of his leather jacket just right, revealing his bold, stitched Southside Serpent emblem.
“I like a man that’s a mystery, someone that doesn’t talk very much, those are the ones that are the most affectionate. I prefer to just cuddle than talk, I like a man that knows what he is doing, he is not afraid to take risks and get touchy feely. I think it’s because i’m not good with words so touching is my way of showing affection.”
“What’s your ideal wife?”
“I like a girl that’s more of an acting than talking. Someone that delicately sexy, I like a strong gaze in a woman. Someone tha'ts silently having my back and even though she will talk shit in front of me, she will cut someone that talks bad behind my back. A dynamic duo”
Getting to be with Hyuk was something that you felt blessed about experiencing. He was pretty much the man of your dreams, the chemistry you had was over flowing and everyone that watched the show could see it. From silly missions, to random actions of affection, like playing with your curly hair, to teasing the other but then hugging them cause you felt bad. It was a relationship you wish you had without having to sign a contract and cameras following you.
You were a bit sad that it was the last episode of We Got Maried, it meant that you and Hyuk would have to go your seperate ways. You would go back to your job as an actress and he would go back to singing like an angel.
“Keep them close”
“If this is a sick joke, I will beat you until you bleed”
You threatened him as he carefully covered your eyes, so he won’t ruin your eye make up. He guided you somewhere and then stopped you. You could feel the curiousity bubbling up, you were tempted to rip his hand of from your eyes to see what he was hiding, but you knew it was something he had probably worked hard for and you didn’t want to ruin it for him. So you just bit your lips and patiently waited for him to reveal his surprise.
a beautiful set of a couch and a big tv was set right in the garden, you could already recognize your favorite snacks and the fluffy blankets that were perfectly folded on the side of the couch. One of the most brightest smiles reached your lips, you even showed your teeth, you rarely did that because of your insecurity of your crooked front teeth.
“Aww Hyuk, this is beautiful”
“Come on, I picked the best movie”
He took your hand and sat next to you on the very comfortable couch. He passed you the pink blanket, knowing that it was one of your favorite colours and he kept the creme coloured on for him. You took of your shoes and put your legs up to get cozy.
“Are you ready?”
He pressed play and his song “bonnie & clyde” reached your ears, catching you off guard. You turned to look at him confused but he didn’t even turn his head towards you, so you forgot the idea about him giving you an explanation. They were clips of the show, mixed with clips form him m/v, that caught your interested but made you even more confused, you were never the patient one.
“I’m so happy you were my wife. You were a lovely partner and great company, i’ll miss your weird laugh and your savage comments. I hope my wife can be just like you, I hope I made you feel happy and was a good husband to you, cause you deserve the perfect one. You are my ideal wife”
You read this in the screen and you could already feel your heart full of love. You never knew he felt like this, your relationship was more of a goofy one, you never expected this from him. It was such a loving gesture that you appreaciated very much.
“Ahhh why you had to make me cry?”
You turned away and carefully wiped the corners of your eyes. It was the first time that someone did something so sweet for you, you didn’t reallt know how to take it or how to respond.
“I didn’t want to make you cry”
You said as you faced him again with a smile. He saw your watery eyes and he couldn’t help but feel kind of bad, even though he knew you were not hurt, but just over emotional. He just reached for your hair and pulled them away from your face and over your shoulder, he always liked how you looked without hair on your face, he wanted to see your whole face on it’s entire glory.
“I’ll miss you too”
“It was fun wasn’t it?”
“Very much…. maybe too much fun. Look at us, all sappy and shit. You already know that when this airs everyone will think were are dating”
“Probably, I don’t blame them. Who wouldn’t want to be with a woman like you?”
You giggled at his compliment. You sat inches away from him, you really did hope that you could keep him in your life, although you didn’t know if that was possible, your careers might be both on the spotlight but they were based of from very different things. You acted on impulse and gave him a hug, resting your chin on his shoulder as he slowly rubbed circles on your back, making you feel comfort and some type of affection.
“I won’t do it. I won’t do it”
You whispered to yourself, in a desperate attempt to make yourself hold back the tears from starting again. You always had that thing of avoiding to cry in front of others, it just made you feel like you were making them pity you.
“I won’t look, you’re safe here”
“Thank you for a wonderfull marriage Hyuk, I never took the chance to thank you for this”
“Don’t thank me, you deserved every piece of it”
You pulled away from him and pulled all your hair back, you never thought that coming to this would make you feel so much for a guy. He really was what you exactly wanted.
“I have a suggestion, instead of leaving the rings, we switch them. You’ll have something from me and i’ll have something from you”
You just nodded. You both took of your “wedding rings” and gave it to each other. You immediately put it on, since it fit you, but he just kept it and put it on the pocket of his flannel.
Here’s a random headcanon relationship with villains. I love them so much. I’ll probably spam all these headcanons and get creative, requests are open too. Also thanks for following, reblogs and likes guys, It means a lot. I hope to make this a huge blog someday.
Chisaki/Overhaul is not a very romantic person, he is very distant with you due to his organization goals and mainly because of his ability to burst things/people.
The relationship itself can make him feel quite different/weird, since he has not put much thought into being one. He’s always focused on the organization goals rather than love. Love is a weird feeling and subject for him.
However, if he does show affection, he would show his s/o by kissing on the forehead, cheeks, lips, kissing your neck (oya oya), nuzzling your neck, petting your head(if he’s careful), etc when he feels like it.
Despite that he doesn’t show much affections towards you, guarantee that he WILL protect you and send his subordinates to rescue you whenever you’re in danger. That’s only IF you really mean that much to him, though.
He may sometimes spoil you if he feels like it and if it doesn’t bother him, he can distant but doesn’t really mean he will never do anything special or nice for you. He may spoil you with clothes, jewelries and whatever you want once in awhile.
Similar to Overhaul, he isn’t the most romantic type of boyfriend to have. You will have to be VERY cautious of your actions and how you treat Tomura. He is very unpredictable. Most times he gets upset quite easily.
Because he has never had affections in his life, do not expect him to be affectionate either. He wouldn’t have a clue on what to do when you try to kiss or cuddle him. He would most likely flinch and retreat while you attempting.
Because of his ability to turn everything to ashes, he is also VERY cautious of not to touch you. This reminds him and upset him that he is made of destruction and that he cant have much happiness in his life.You would have to bear not having him go near you.
If he’s really careful with physical contact, he will caress and brush with the back of his hand against your cheek softly, twirling your hair in his index finger and all that cute stuff.
Tomura has dry lips and he is sensitive about that, he doesn’t want to initiate kisses with you because of that. He sometimes will be shy about initiating things with you.
An overly-protective boyfriend, he wants all your attention on him and all your affection. He can be very childish and whiny if he doesn’t get them, so prepare to get a cold-shoulder or ignoring from him.
Compare to most of the villains, he can be a very chill boyfriend. So coodles for you if you want kisses, cuddles and everything from him.
Dabi is mainly focus on Stain’s goals though, so there will be times when he’s on a mission a lot and he’s not really around much. He will feel bad about it, so when he had days off, he will give you cuddles and all that good stuff.
He likes to tease you a lot and even in a lewd way, his weird way of showing affections sometimes. He will purposely nibble your ears while you’re off-guard, bite your neck and more. If he isn’t feeling frisky, then he would cuddle you to bed and couch and whisper sweet-nothings into your ears.
Will treat you like a god/goddess/queen/king, because why not? He wants you to feel very special.
He isn;’t the type to care for anniversaries, seeing them as another normal day in life. However, he would celebrate your birthday if he is available. (why is there too much cuddling in this one.)
Toga is a very clingy and bubbly girlfriend. She likes clinging onto you no matter where you go. Expect getting a lot of kisses, nuzzling and licking from her. She’s like an adorable, blood-thirsty kitten,.
She will chat with you non-stop, whether it’d be how her day is going, Stain, what she did today, Stain, what her new favorite food is, Stain, etc etc. Stain stain stain.
She likes playing and pranking you a lot, she takes thrill in your reactions and she finds them very cute.
She may have a yandere/obsession side to her, if you are ever hurt by another then she will go berserk on them without hesitation, so be warned. You may have to calm her down or else she’ll massacre.
Treat her to some treats or bring her to some places, she likes getting awards from you a lot. Also pet her head because again, she likes getting award or affections from you.
Doesn’t tend to get jealous as much, but if she doesn;t like seeing you near anyone she doesn’t like or anyone trying to take you away then she will most likely eliminate them. No mercy.
Shiro had decided that a long time ago, he had thought on it for weeks, trying to find exactly what sweet word he could use to describe the beautiful colour of his flesh. He had already decided on his eyes, though it wasn’t just one colour, it was a mixture of Cerulean dancing with azule and admiral. He could look at those eyes all day, the way they always had a hint of something the man just couldn’t place his finger on, the way they seemed to change colour every day, making it that much harder to call them just one shade. Shiro would love to, and had, gotten lost in those beautiful eyes that sparkle with a million stars, so young and naive, yet somehow holding the answer to the universe.
But Lances skin? That was harder. It wasn’t a racial thing, in the slightest. It wasn’t that Shiro wanted to know what shade his tone was so he could treat him differently, it’s because he craved to memorize Lance in every aspect, learning every single inch of him and what shade it was, how it moved, how it reacted. Everything.
Shiro had decided that Lances skin was autumn, not caramel like he had previously thought. He had decided on butterscotch at first, moving against it because it was too light and too yellow, then moving to Caramel. Caramel seemed better suited but it was still off, it didn’t capture the way Lances skin looked under soft lighting or the way it looked when he wasn’t wearing make-up (which Shiro had only seen twice). It was adequate but not perfect. Then it struck him one day like lightning; autumn. Lances skin didn’t resemble anything Shiro had seen but it made him relax, it made him take a deep breath and become filled with the energy to go for a jog, it reminded him of the promise to return, much like when leaves fell to the ground in autumn. Lances skin was autumn.
Of course, Shiro wanted nothing more than to take the autumn skin in his arms and his mouth, pampering it and showing it love and compassion; passion. He sighed, he couldn’t, it wouldn’t been appropriate,
An Altean prince falling in love with his Galran guard, could you imagine?
Shiro looked down at his fur-covered hand, grimacing at the colour, he wasn’t even an attractive shade of purple, not that an altean would understand the courtship of galrans. See galra were like peacock when it came to finding a partner, the males of the species taking on more vibrant purples in an attempt to attract mates or partners, females were usually blander and darker, still gorgeous but in different ways. Shiro shared the colour of heather, a dark greyish tinted plum. If that weren’t bad enough, he had scars dancing across his body, mostly hidden by armour, away from preening eyes, but one slashed across his nose. It wasn’t really a nose, more like a snout, but it’s where he breathed from, an apparatus above his mouth, and by that classification; a nose.
He looked to his other hand; metal… not metal, well, metal but robotic. It was disgusting and every time he saw it he was reminded of the things he was forced to endure, the people who he was forced to watch as the life drained from their faces and their life drained from their blood as Shiro took responsibility, crowds cheering at his crime and begging for more. True, that without this… thing, he would have died, but sometimes he’d lay awake and wonder if that would have been better.
He sighed and brought his own hand up to the back of his neck, scratching at his fur, the one part of him (minus the colour) that he didn’t mind, it was soft, softer than most, and poofy, even when he was sweating it didn’t get greasy or matte to his scalp. There was a streak of white in the fur atop his head, he didn’t really remember getting it but it was there. One time Lance had startled him and instinctively he floofed his hair to make himself look bigger, more intimidating, Lance had laughed so hard he cried, soothing the softness down with his ginger hands. That was also the first, and only, time Lance heard Shiros purr, the Galran hadn’t purred in forever and it was low and raspy, almost resembling a growl but too soft to be one. Lance keened, smiling at the sound.
“Shirogane!” He melted at the sound of Lances voice, ready to bend at will for the man, but no, he was a guard, here only to protect. Physical features were not the only thing he made connections to, Lances voice reminded him of skating. He had only gone ice skating once, but that’s definitely what it reminded him of, the fun in such a cold time, the slight scratchiness of it, resembling the sound of blades pushing against ice. Lances voice reminded Shiro of skating.
“Please, your highness, I insist you call me Shiro.” He countered as the smaller man greeted him, beaming. Lance waved him off,
“I’ll call you Shiro the day you call me Lance.” That was always how they greeted each other, those exact syllables. One might get annoyed by it, wish for a different way of saying hello, but Shiro loved it, tail flicking in content every time they finished, it being the only thing giving away how much he adored it.
“How are you this evening?” The guard asked, Lances smile not dying, making Shiro think that maybe, just maybe it was worth it to not’ve been killed in the battles, to have to live with his arm if it meant seeing Lance. “You’ve been in a meeting all day.” He offered the known information, hiding how happy he was to see the prince when he walked out of the room where it happened. “I was starting to worry you’d forgotten about me.” He smiled, joking of course. Shiro didn’t joke or tease often, but the odd snipe here and there.
This mad Lances smile broaden “I don’t think I could if I tried,” Shiros heart fluttered “you’re the best knight I’ve had watch over me in years.” And it sunk. ‘Knight’, that’s all he was. “I’m glad Coran found you, he’s really breaking through with the 'foreign affairs and jobs’ program.” Coran, the royal advisor, had found Shiro after the whole gladiator thing had ended, he was jobless and homeless, spat into the streets with nothing after people stopped rooting for him. Coran fixed both problems, giving him an offering to train as a knight, free of charge, and working in the castle as a guard, a place to eat and sleep. He was hesitant at first but accepted and it was the best thing to happen to him. Shiro was the first participant in the foreign affairs and jobs program, or rather it was made because of him. Since then, alien species were offered more jobs, that made Shiro happy, everyone working peacefully and not worrying about being discriminated against. Now of course, Shiro was not happy, Lance had just told him he was a good knight, not mate (which would never happen because 1. Shiro was his knight, it was a professional arrangement, 2. Shiro was ugly, staring in the mirror was a chore and often ended in swallowing a lump in his throat, occasionally small tears, and 3. Alteans didn’t call their partners 'mates.’), not partner, not even friend, knight. “What’s wrong?” Lance had frowned, Shiro hated seeing the small figure distressed and he cooed lightly.
“Nothing your highness, I’m just tired.” 'Bullshit’, Lances expression was as see through as Shiros, and he wasn’t buying what the tall figure was selling. “It’s been a long day, surely for you as well.” He offered. “Perhaps to your chambers for the evening?” Lances expression didn’t change for a few ticks but he sighed and brushed passed Shiro to head to his room.
As the approached the door to Lances room, a slim figure stood watch at a post that was far too familiar, the only other Galra Shiro knew of in the castle; Keith Kogane. “Kogane.” Lance greeted, dipping his head politely. “Mullet.” He smirked slyly and Keith’s lips pursed.
“I don’t have a mullet, I cut my hair last month as per the request of the head of guard, so I could see better while training and protecting.” It was true, and Shiro and Lance mourned his longer fur but he had a short haircut, not shaved but still brief.
“Yes but you see, you had a mullet for so long that I will never not see you with one, when I look at you I can sense the spirit of your mullet resting on your shoulders.” That made Shiro laugh, ever so slightly, but he did. Keith didn’t find it amusing, instead he gave a required formal salute.
“Vrepit kan.” A variation of 'vrepit sa’, used to address the king, Vrepit kan being used to salute the prince or princess.
“Vrepit kan, Keith.” Lance smiled fondly before turning into his room, leaving Shiro and Keith to their posts outside his room.
“I don’t know how you tolerate him.” The smaller asked, flicking his ear slightly. “None the less have a bloody crush on the man.”
Shiros fur raised slightly at the accusation but he stayed calm, shoulders back and at an attention sort of stance, like the two were supposed to be.Keith however was facing the larger. “I don’t have a crush on the prince.” He mocked the word crush, how juvenile. “I just try to make him happy, we’re supposed to physically keep him from harm, I don’t see why we can’t do the same with his mental state.”
Keith scoffed and shook his head, turning to face the wall across from them. There were several minutes of silence, a long time where they were left to their thoughts, flicking their ears slightly in annoyance with the other. Shiro sighed to the thought of being with Lance as Keith had suggested. A fruitless endeavour but one he mentally faced daily. He smiled but that smile quickly ran away at a sudden sound he heard from the room.
He could see Keith stiffen too, turning slowly towards Shiro who mimicked him, glancing between the other galra and Lances room. “Did he just?” Keith whispered as if the prince might hear them. Shiro swallowed awkwardly, opening his mouth to reply-
There it was again.
Lance had moaned. Very faintly, but it was clear as day to the sharp ears of the guards.
Keith curled his lip in disgust, narrowing his eyes. “Really?” He seethed, turning irritably away from the door, his ears flattened against his head. Shiro however was enthralled. It took every aspect of his being not to go in there and… help. It was no secret that galra were very primitive when it came to sexual activities, listening to instincts at their basis level. Keith was an acceptation, Keith was Asexual, didn’t really find anything sexually arousing, as he’d told Shiro who was in disbelief. It was near-unheard of to meet a galra with no sex-drive. Still, the bigger respected Keith’s announcement and supported him relentlessly. Shiro however, oh man. Shiro was not asexual, he was a primitive, instinctual man who was using every amount of willpower to not enter Lances room. He turned away, picking a spot on the wall across from him to look at as he blushed and shifted uncomfortably, a small tent forming in his under-armour. He didn’t know if he was grateful or resentful towards the piece of armour over his groin. Grateful: Keith couldn’t see the very obvious erection he was sporting underneath that plate, resentful: good god this was the most uncomfortable thing Shiro had ever experienced; and he’d had his arm cut off.
That’s when they heard it and Shiro decided he was definitely resentful. Very faintly, a few lewd slurs. That wasn’t what caught the guards attention again, both knowing that the rambling was obviously Lances finish wasn’t it either.
Lance had slurred Shiros name.
“Oh my quiznak.” Keith breathed in utterly disgusted disbleif “That’s lewd.” He scowled at the grotesque of the situation. “You heard that right?” He looked to Shiro who very clearly heard it, face some chaotic mix of pale and red, an almost impossible combination that he still somehow pulled off. His ears were flattened and his eyes were wide. “Yeah, ok, you definitely heard that.”
Shiro clenched and un-clenched his fists as he started talking, rambling quietly in a panic “hedidntsaymyname.” He determined “he was probably just swearing and it trailed off he didn’t say my name.” Keith frowned at Shiros denial.
“Shiro, he said 'shiro’.” He put a hand on the biggers shoulder “obviously he likes you back, or at the very least finds you attractive enough to get off on.” He stated.
“Don’t say it *like that*” the older man seethed, “he’s royalty you can’t just say that!” He was whisper yelling and Keith was whispering back.
“Would you rather I use terms like masterbation? Self-pleasuring? Because I personally didn’t think it mattered, every single one of them are awkward!” He spat back, venomless words. Shiro grumbled something Galran in response but Keith turned away.
Shiro didn’t know how to process the fact that Lance used his name. It was strange and he wasn’t sure if he was ecstatic or even more doomed.
Warnings: Possible abuse, starvation, loss of memory due to traumatic events, fluff (for later)
Steve grunted as he jumped over the high fence and landed silently on the base side. Infiltrating a HYDRA base was mostly never dull, but this one seemed completely abandoned. He carefully made his way towards the main hanger doors.
“See anything, Cap?” Nat asked in his ear.
“Nothing yet. No guards, no alarms, no sign of anyone really.” Steve responded.
“Well, keep looking, we need those files and this is the last known location.”
“Yep, will do.” Steve carefully entered the building and began making his way to the file room they had already located on the leaked base plans. Turning down corridor after corridor, he found a completely empty file room. Drawers were pulled out and through haphazardly around the room, not a single paper to be found.
“Dead end, Nat. Everyone is gone already.”
“Well damn. Head on back then, I’m going to prep the jet. Sam’s waiting for us at the compound, said something about a bar where he found this girl.”
Steve laughed, “He’s always talking about a bar where he found a girl. I’m going to take another quick look around. I’ll be back in 10 minutes.”
“Copy that, Cap.”
Steve took his time walking back through the base, still cautious in case someone was left. He made it all the way back to the large hanger when he started to feel like someone was watching him. He turned and saw no one but couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling that he wasn’t alone.
Reader wants to celebrate Bucky’s birthday. It’s cute and fluffy!
Bucky x Reader, other Avengers
A/N Some swearing. I know I’m late for Bucky’s birthday but… life gets in the way. Anyway, this is it. I’m posting this as a SFW version because I have ideas for NSFW but I can’t get them out. If I end up changing the ending to NSFW, I’ll post that… though I doubt it.
You knew that Bucky’s 100th birthday was coming up and even though he didn’t want to celebrate, you had to mark the occasion somehow. Normally, you’d have loved to throw him a great bash but you knew that he wouldn’t enjoy himself so you opted to take him out for a nice dinner and if he wanted to after, head to a bar for drinks and maybe dancing. You were hoping that he’d be okay with inviting the others to tag along for drinks but didn’t want to push him. After all, how unsettling must it be to be celebrating being 100 years old and yet still looking and feeling like someone in their twenties? You couldn’t imagine how displaced he must be feeling so you wouldn’t push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with.
The day before his actual birthday, you had caught up with him in the gym. You noticed that he was distracted; the bags under his eyes appeared darker and he looked like he hadn’t slept all week.
You approached him and gave him a quick hug, “Eww, serves me right. You’re all gross and sweaty!”
He chuckled, “Hey, that’s on you.”
You smiled up at him, “You excited about tomorrow?”
He frowned, the lines in between his eyes getting deeper. “Just dinner, right? You’re not going to surprise me with anything big?” he pleaded.
BTS Reaction to a Ghost Screaming next to them before falling asleep
Namjoon didn’t believe in ghost so he when heard an ear wrenching scream next to him as he was about to fall asleep he figured it was just Tae playing tricks on him. Looking around, expecting to see a sly looking Taehyung next to him he was surprised by his basically unconscious figure laying in his bed as he slept soundly. Getting a little freaked out, knowing the other boys were out and weren’t coming back in anytime soon, he sat up in his bed thinking of the impossible. It being around Halloween didn’t help the situation, keeping him up paranoid that he would hear the sound again, but he never did.
“What the fuck was that? ”
As soon as Jin heard a scream rang throughout the room he screamed absolutely terrified and was immediately on his feet. He wasn’t really a superstitious person but he didn’t believe that everything wasn’t possible. He grabbed the nearest thing, which happened to be a very fluffy pink pillow, as he stalked around the room ready to attack. Bugged eyed and going absolutely out of his mind he flinched at every noise, almost hitting the cage that his pets, Odengie and Eomuk were in. After searching the whole house and not finding what could of possible caused that noise he went back to bed but made sure he was armed with his fluffy pink pillow and had his plushies by his side like little guards,
“I swear if it’s the boys playing a joke on me I’m gonna starve them.”
As Yoongi was about to drift off to sleep, an unforgiving scream right next to his ear caught him off-guard as he shot up from his position in bed, arms in a defensive position as he was ready to attack what whatever made that noise. “What the fuck?” he whispered to himself as his eyes narrowed in on Jin’s sleeping figure and around the room. Not knowing and mostly not caring what caused that noise he just shrugged it off too consumed by the sleepiness and went back to bed, drifting off to sleep not being able to fight the welcoming drowsiness.
“Whatever that was better not wake me up again or I’ll kill it.”
This boy would nearly catch a heart attack as he jumped from his bed and frantically ran around the room screaming his head off. Basically on the verge of tears he turned on every light in the house, locked every door and window before running into everyone’s room waking them up telling them he swore he heard a ghost. He made everyone get up and search for the source of the noise as he hid behind Jimin as he directed him towards where the noise came from.
“I-I-It was oo-ver-r there, I swear I-Im not imagining things”
Jimin would be freaked out when he heard an ear wrenching scream ring throughout his room. His mind immediately went to ghosts as he thought back to this ghost story that Jungkook was trying to scare him with the other night. Not taking any chances he grabbed his pillow and tiptoed his way out of his room and down to Jungkook’s room as he knocked on the door,
“J-Jungkookie, are y-you awake?” he trembled as he stood outside his door.
“What the hell Jimin, it’s late go to sleep” he whined as he refused to open the door.
Ignoring Jungkook’s pleads he opened the door and made his way over to Jungkook as he made himself comfortable on his bed feeling safe. Jungkook on the other hand just rolled his eyes and went back to sleep.
“I can’t sleep by myself knowing that I maybe being haunted by a ghost”
Taehyung would be absolutely lost as to what he just heard. Being too consumed by sleepiness he would look around his room aimlessly as he was oblivious to what was happening around him. Scratching his head he would swear he heard a scream but then again he always heard voices in his head. Deeming it as another friend he had to talk to in his head he would smile as he laid back down and drifted off to dreamland.
“I’m gonna name you Bob" he mumbled half asleep.
Jungkook would shoot up from his bed as his Jungshooked mode would activate. “What the hell, was, that!” he thought to himself as his eyes popped out of his sockets.
“T-That couldn’t be a ghost, c-could it?” he tried to convince himself that he wasn’t going mad.
“I was only joking when I told Jimin about that ghost story!” he panicked praying that the ghost he made up wasn’t real and wasn’t out to possess him and make him it’s personal slave.
I should be writing an essay for university but I’m writing Nessian angst instead so here, have this and enjoy! :D
She knew now that hope was for fools, that the world was wretched and cruel and that hate and coldness and the walls she had built around herself were the only things that would keep her safe. She knew that to open yourself to anyone meant to show another person exactly how to hurt you in the most painful way. She knew she would never do that again.
Nesta didn’t think she could ever fall in love. She didn’t even believe in love.
After months of watching her father do nothing while her mother – the woman who had loved him with every ounce of her being ever since Nesta could remember, and the woman who he claimed he loved back – slowly wilted away, Nesta decided there was no such thing as love.
She decided that love made you weak. Love made you wait around for a miracle, instead of demanding what you needed of the people who claimed to love you. That’s what her mother had done. Nesta felt like she was betraying her every time she thought about what had happened like this but she couldn’t help but blame her mother as well as her father.
She blamed her mother for looking at him with love in her eyes until her dying breath. She blamed her for being so blinded by love that she didn’t see him for the weak, pathetic coward that he was. She blamed her for loving him and accepting his actions and not demanding he help her find a way to get what she deserved. She had deserved to live…
She absolutely despised him, about that she had no shame. She loathed how he let her mother die. It was all his fault. If he had really loved her he would have gone to the end of the world to try and keep her with him. With them.
If her father had truly loved them, his daughters, he would have tried more to make sure that they didn’t starve, didn’t freeze, didn’t grow up way before they were supposed to. She had days where she despised him so much that she wished she would die. That maybe then he would finally see what his complacency has caused and he would learn to take better care of Elain and Feyre. But she couldn’t do that. Deep down she knew that her death would mean nothing than perhaps more suffering for her sisters and her father wouldn’t have changed his ways.
She hated Feyre for enabling him. She hated her for stepping up and doing what he should have done from the very beginning, caring for them and for not letting their circumstances turn her into a cold and bitter person – the two things Nesta hadn’t managed to do.
Nesta knew how to hate. How to despise. How to loathe. How to detest. She didn’t know how to love. And she was certain she didn’t want to learn.
But when she looked into his soft eyes, framed by crinkles that appeared more prominent when he flashed his lopsided grin, she swore she could feel her heart thawing. She watched him with wide eyes as he told her stories of all the places he had been to, all the wonders he had seen and he promised to take her away and show her everything too. He was her escape and he promised to take her away from all the hate and bitterness in her life. He clasped her delicate hand into his warm one and promised her safety, promised she wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of her life, promised he would care for her and Nesta knew then that she wouldn’t mind learning how to love if this was a fraction of what it felt like - if it meant being this happy. And she was happy. For the first time in her life she was truly happy but only allowed it to show in secret. With him.
I understand if you don’t like Taeyong. Then butt out. I was watching a video of his featuring of Kim Chungha’s “Why Don’t You Know,” and seeing all these hateful comments from korean netizens is pissing me off. Shit like “this rap sucks,” “I can’t understand what he’s saying,” “where’s the original rap?” Listen…if you don’t like the rap, then don’t listen to it. Don’t watch the video. Whatever you gotta do…but don’t talk shit about Taeyong or his rapping skills when you’ve never done half of the work he’s put in into everything. He didn’t use his precious time in between cherry bomb performances/promotions and the SMTown concert/rehearsals to write a rap so he can hear this hate. Sit down. Why you gotta hurt people like that??? Does that make your life a little better??? Make some damn hobbies??? While you’re at it clean your ears too???
Excuse me, Great Wajjs... I saw you were asking for prompts... um.. Kolivance? With hand kissing? Please and thank you?
why great! i’m not great hdsakhd thank youuuu hahahaha
The long tail of his form fitting ceremonial coat rustles as Lance turns around as quickly as he possibly can. He knows there are so many people on the other side of the closed marble doors waiting for him to enter—waiting for him to walk down that aisle Lance has grown to fear and hate. He knows his parents are waiting for him to finally walk through those doors, a deal they crave to have sealed depending on Lance marrying someone he’s never met before…
But he can’t do it.
No. He can’t do it.
So he turns his back to the doors, ignoring the guards’ surprised exclamations as he picks up the front of the ceremonial robe that reaches the floor, picks it up and holds it over his hips as he begins to run. The heels of his shoes echo in the long, long hallway, but all that Lance can hear is the sound of his heartbeat thundering in his ears, the shouts of guards running after him, trying to catch him, to stop him.
The garments he’s wearing are heavy with embroidery and finely designed details, but he cannot stop to take them off. That would be a waste of time he does not have. So he runs as fast as he can, making a sharp turn once reaching the end of the hallway and heading straight to the barns. He’s so so lucky the majority of the guards and castle’s inhabitants were all gathered around the majestic ceremonial room, otherwise he knows he would’ve never had a chance. But he does have a chance now, and he’s not going to give it up for a future he does not want.
Barging in through the barns’ old wooden doors, he closes them as fast as he can, adrenalyn working on his favour as he locks them. He’s never been this deft and efficient before.
“Prince…?,” the voice of the man Lance has grown to adore, to love, makes warmth and happiness settle in his stomach, “What are you doing? The ceremony—”
He turns around with a bright smile on his lips. He’s still gasping for air from running, and he knows there’s little time to spare before the other guards finally catch up and come to take him away. But still, he craves this moment, this moment in which he finally gets to ask for what he’s always wanted for his life.
“I don’t care about the ceremony,” he says firmly and takes long steps as he walks closer to the man who has made him realize how much he could love, “I don’t care about that. I—I want to go with you. Please take me with you, Kolivan.”
His words take Kolivan by surprise, that much is clear in his eyes. There’s a constant pounding on the door that leads to the rest of the castle now, and that seems to be what finally gets Kolivan to make up his mind. He smiles, a rare smile that Lance will never grow tired of seeing, as he holds the prince’s hand in his own, lifting it up to his lips so that he could press a firm, devoted kiss to the back of his palm.
“You have my word, Lance,” he says then, eyes shining and full of life, “I’ll take you with me wherever I go.”
“She use to be my Queen.” Series Part 3. A Bellamy Blake/Roan Imagine series
“Perfect.” Bellamy murmured as he ran a finger down (Y/n)’s bare back. Goosebumps then littering her skin. They had just taken that ultimate step as a couple. A young couple. They both glowed and glistened. It still smelled of love. The smell forever ingrained in their minds.
“You’re hands are cold.” She whispered with a giggle.
“It’s not my fault you’re smoking hot.” He grinned as she rolled her eyes.
“Why must you always be so cheesy.” She asked.
“That’s how I got you isn’t it?” He reasoned.
“Maybe.” She whispered as she leaned forward to kiss him.
“My queen? Are you awake?” “Hm?” You squirmed from the bed before you shot up. Roan all but ran to your side.
“Are you alright?” He asked carefully/
“Huh? Yeah. I’m fine.” You stated groggily. You shook your head at your brain. Pushing the thought from your brain.
“You’re zoning again queen.” He chuckled lowly. You smiled as you placed your hands on your small yet ever growing bump.
“Is there a reason my guards brought Blake and Kane up here?” “You know Kane is my dad right?” “Yes but what about Bellamy.”
“You’ll be delighted to tell him I told him off.” Roan grinned proudly. He wasn’t fond with Blake after hearing how he had treated you in yours and his relationship.
“My beautiful queen.” He murmured.
“And how is the small warrior?”
“They’re good. It’s so weird…” You muttered. He raised a brow in question.
“I mean think about it Roan…we’re going to have a little one. Isn’t that just odd.” You tried as you looked at him. He shook his head as he scooped you up into his arms as you squeaked. “Your hands are warm.” She murmured as he set her down on the bed before tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
“Sir?!” A guard barged in.
“What?!” He groaned tiredly.
“There’s a problem in the land.”
“And what would that be?!”
“Let me try.” You whispered. You went to get up but Roan grabbed your arm.
“Remember you are carrying precious cargo now my queen…I would rather you didn’t-” You shot him a look. He sighed.
“But then again when have you ever listened to a word I’ve said.” You smiled. You got up and walked with the guards to the elevator.
“(Y/n), are you and Bell going to get married?” Little 13 year old Octavia asked as you brushed her hair. Bellamy was working and you were making sure Octavia was okay. You blushed at the question.
“I don’t know O.” You murmured as you started to braid her hair.
“He really likes you. You know that right? He thinks you’re pretty….and he thinks you have a cute butt.” She giggled. Your jaw dropped.
“He said that.” She nodded enthusiastically. You shook your head.
“I think it’s time for bed missy.” You tried. She pouted.
“Can’t I wait for Bell?!”
“Not this time. Last time we almost got caught.”
“I love you (Y/n).” You froze as Octavia hugged you closely.
“I love you too O.” You whispered back.
“You let go of me right now you assholes!” Octavia shouted as she fought the guards.
“Octavia!” You shouted. She froze at the sound of your voice.
“Well if it isn’t the queen gracing us with her presence.” She smirked. You rolled your eyes.
“Teik her go.” You ordered. They immediately dropped her. “I’m so honored.” She rolled her eyes.
“I’m sorry about Lincoln, O.” She flinched before rolling her eyes.
“Octavia!” Another voice bellowed. You both spun to see Bellamy. He looked angry.
“What the hell were you thinking Octavia.” He barked.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Bellamy.” She snarked.
“YOU killed that man.” Bellamy rolled his eyes.
“What are you going to do arrest me?!”
“Octavia this is serious.” You whispered.
“So what.” She said cooly. You couldn’t believe it. The once hopeful and joyful girl was now cold and murderous.
“What happened to you.”
“I’m having Deja Vu. Aren’t you Bellamy?”
“HEY QUEEN!” You turned only to feel a sharp pain in your shoulder. You gasped as you looked so see a knife lodged into your upper chest. Dangerously close your heart. You screamed as you plummeted. Only to be caught by the man who made you feel a sharp pain in your heart.
“Oh my god.” Octavia whispered. People were shouting and your vision was blurring. There was only one voice you could focus on was one particular man. “(Y/n) stay with me….Don’t leave me again.” “I-I won’t.”
Summary: being an experiment from birth meant you didn’t have free will. The only will you had was to please those who created you - Hydra. Your only object in life was to please them and make them happy. Until one day, you were given different orders. Orders you never expected to get.
Word count: 2K
Warning: this is gonna be dark, like really dark. Things aren’t gonna be happy for awhile. Reader discretion advised
Chapter warnings: visible death, torture (not in detail, just mentions),