faded & blurred

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lost in you


Namjoon remembers.

Most people don’t, but Namjoon does. Snippets of lives past, dreams of different worlds. They come to him in dreams, in moments when his surroundings blur and fade into the past, or in sudden, brief remembrances. Sometimes he’ll be reading a book when he remembers watching the queen release pigeons in the courtyard of a Mughal palace. He dreams of tying so many threads on a machine that his fingers bleed in turn of the century England. Once, he’s sitting in a cafe when everything goes blurry, and with each blink he uses to clear his eyes, things change. The metal tables turn into wooden benches; the sofa in the center becomes a marble fountain. Instead of jeans and t-shirts, the people wear robes and turbans. For a moment, just a moment, he’s a server in an Ottoman coffeehouse.

He loses time and focus during these moments. It’s easy to forget who he is when he’s been everything.


This was inspired by @jonghyunslisterine’s lost in you. It’s beautiful, inspirational and very touching. All of their stories are (: Seriously thank you for all you’ve written so far, the worlds and characters you create are very dear to me :3

Guess you’ve gotta read the fic to know what this scene is about :P please click the lower gif for better quality~

Rose Glow

Originally posted by kaimikachan

Character(s): Reader X Wonho, Minhyuk

Genre: soulmate!au, cheesy floof, smut

Warning(s): possessive!wonho, praise!kink, edging, kindof!exhibitionism(?)

Length: 5.5 k

Summary: Wonho doesn’t like Minhyuk. Never has, never will.

requested by the sweetest @honeyheonie (aka the softest soft to ever soft the planet)


Your mother tells you stories when you’re young, of spring blossoms and fluttering hearts and ticking clocks on your wrists. Of soulmates and the parts of you they complete.

When you first meet your soulmate, your wrist will show a clock that counts down to your first kiss.

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blind trust [ damien x reader ]

summary: (Name) dies and Damien tries to persuade her into giving up her body for him and Celine

warnings: angstangstangst hurtshurtshurts

a/n: this will hurt and if you listen closely you can hear me sobbing.

written for @superwolfiestar ‘s “Beauty and the Beast Halloween prompt challenge”! this is day 16 and prompt black


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MASTERLIST.

A stinging pain in your abdomen yanks the world from under your feet and you float; your vision staggers and you are thrown back with enough force to knock the life out of you, which actually happens. There are intervals of cold and hot, like your body can’t decide how it should act so it panics and you panic, too. The last of the Colonel fades into the spinning universe of bright colors and a slowly darkening world. Black. It’s all black once you reach the ground, but you don’t feel it, a strange and foreign numbness spreading through your body as you slip away—

“Let me speak to her. Alone.”

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Mating Season [Prince Sidon/Reader][NSFW]

Title: Mating Season
Pairing: Prince Sidon/Reader [you]
Summary: Prince Sidon could have chosen from a number of eligible choices, but he had to have you.

Fanfic Masterpost

a/n: i’ve returned with garbage, because the amount of asks i get for sidon smut are astronomical. so, here y’all be! i’d appreciate if you read the ending a/n as well!


NOTE: THIS IS MILDLY NSFW. SO, IF YOU AIN’T COMFY WITH THE IDEA THEN YOU PROBABLY SHOULDN’T READ IT.


Sidon thought you were irresistible in more ways than one, there weren’t enough appendages on both hands combined to name them all. Time had passed rapidly for you both, though he couldn’t claim to be troubled by the same trivialities that hylian’s faced. He had spent evenings observing as you pushed persistently at your skin; lifting at the temples for several seconds before letting bounce back into place, your expression withering as a malnourished flower would.

He would never understand the standards of outward appearances to which hylian’s held themselves, especially you. You possessed a wisdom far beyond your years, a knowledge well reserved for the oracles and elders who had seen war and peace. Even though your physical appearance had kept pace with your growing wisdom, much like butterfly through it’s stages of metamorphosis, he thought you to be unfathomably splendid.

“Perhaps I am beginning to understand how it feels…” Sidon muttered to himself, chin clasped firmly between his fingers while watching couples parade around him, and others show intrigue in one another.

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So I wrote a thing

I totally don’t know what to title this but uh maybe give this a read?? I’ve never written newsies stuff before and nobody proofread it so don’t judge too harshly please!
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The first time Davey has an attack in front of Jack he runs to hide it. Makes up a stuttered excuse about going to the bathroom and avoids Jacks usual friendly pats on the back just so he won’t notice he’s shaking. They were with Crutchie and Spot and Racetrack in a place that was too crowded, too loud, too much. David had only met Jack a few days earlier, considering he’d just transferred, and he desperately didn’t want the reputation of the ‘panicky scared freak’ that he’d had at his old school.

So when in the middle of a conversation he felt the familiar drumming of his heart and lump rising in his throat David gently pushed Jacks arm off of him. This earned a confused look from the table and a concerned “You okay Dave?” from Jack.

Dave. The lump in Davids throat grew at least two sizes larger and he stumbled out of the seat, glad that it was probably too dark to see the blush taking over his face. “B-bathroom” Silently cursing his stutter he rushed off before anyone could stop him. When the loud chatter of conversation seemed to bleed through the walls of the abandoned restroom it was all David could do to keep from sliding down the wall and crying.

“I 2 3 4 5” Slowly counting and going through his routine breathing exercises David felt his pulse slow and the lump in his throat unknot itself. Taking one last deep breath he walked back out to the group and made up some lame excuse about getting caught up when his mom called him. This led to the boys all teasing him about how ‘sweet’ he was, brushing off his weird behavior as just being David.

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The second time he has an attack around Jack it’s during lunch. It was Davids second week at their school, and most of the boys had learned that David was not touchy. Although he was affectionate he showed it through exasperated sighs and sheepish smiles, because touch just wasn’t his thing (giving or receiving).

Jack was the one exception. The way he’d casually place an arm around Daveys shoulders and how he’d always greet him with a hug all made Dave feel safe. Jack was always patient, at first he’d constantly asked permission but within just a few days he and Davey had learned to communicate almost telepathically. And the boys all recognized this and respected it. Davey didn’t like being touched and if you did something he wasn’t comfortable with then you had to deal with a pissed off Jack Kelly.

So when Skittery’s (slightly annoying) cousin Franky sat a little too close to David during lunch it set red flags off in his mind. Choking out laughs and keeping his gaze fixed on Jack and Racetrack who were on his other side David tried to pretend he was fine. Tried to pretend that just the body heat of Franky wasn’t making his hands shake and his heart hammer.

“Ugh Collins is such a dick Davey!” Groaned Jack overdramatically as he chomped down on his pizza. “I mean who assigns a packet over the weekend?!” Scrunching his nose as his friend talked with his mouth full David gave Jack a stern look, smiling when Jack swallowed his food before speaking again. “Over freaking Romeo and Juliet! The most overrated book of all time!”

Across the table Romeo let out an offended scoff, which made them all burst into giggles. David had almost forgotten about The over enthusiastic kid sitting much too close to him until Franky casually draped an arm around Davids shoulders as he was laughing. Nobody else seemed to have noticed until Davids laugh suddenly cut off and he sat rigid.

Racetrack was the first to notice what had made David suddenly so uncomfortable and a fierce glare was sent to Franky. A few others (Romeo, Skittery, and Blink) also sent dirty looks to Franky but he didn’t seem to get the message.

Then Jack noticed, and right underneath the surface he was livid. “Hey Franky” he calmly greeted in a saccharine sweet voice. The mentioned boy leaned over David to hear what Jack had to say, which only made it worse.
Squeezing his eyes shut and hunching his shoulders closer to him David tried to slow his breathing. “How about you let go of Davey here okay Franky?” There was a sickly sweet venom to Jacks voice as he smiled at Franky.

Leaning back into his seat Franky laughed, “Aw, he yours Jack?” The comment itself made Jack nearly boil over but what happened next made the entire table mad.

He squeezed David and pulled him into his side, ruffling his hair. Shooting out of his seat David dashed towards an abandoned hallway, his legs shaking so bad he nearly couldn’t stand.

“He don’t belong to nobody you dick” A Seething Jack shoved Franky’s chair back before running after Dave.

'Not today not here’ David thought frantically. Everything around him faded into a blur as he gasped like a fish out of water, too panicked to even think of his breathing exercises. Slipping down to the floor he tried desperately to think of anything, resorting to tears when it didn’t work.

“Shit Dave”

The discord inside Davids head calmed the tiniest bit as he recognized Jacks voice. But he was acutely aware of the fact that Jack was panicking a little bit too.

“Hey hey just breath okay? Count with me bud”

A barely managed nod enough for Jack and he was surprised when David grabbed one of his hands, squeezing tight. Wasn’t affection the reason for Davids current panic anyways?

“1 2 3”

Squeezing Davids hand Jack sat down across from him, letting out a relieved sigh when his counts were finally repeated.

“1-1 2 3”

They continued counting until Jack felt Davids hands stop shaking and his stutter all but vanished. “I’m sorry Davey, I knew Franky was sitting too close but I figured it wouldn’t get too bad.” The two sat with their back against the lockers, Jacks arm draped across Davids shoulders and David leaning into his side for support.

“Its fine, I get these all the time” Jacks breathing hitched and David winced. 'He thinks you’re a freak, a wimp. He’s gonna leave you like everyone else’

But Jack didn’t leave, he squeezed David just a little bit closer to his side. “Why didn’t you tell me Dave? Is that why you left at dinner the other night?”

And so they spent lunch and their free period discussing Davids anxiety and how Jack could help.

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The third time David has an attack around Jack, Jack does everything he can to prevent it.

Several of their friends were in the band and so he’d joined Jack and Crutchie for a football game to see their friends play. David had yet to attend any games because a football game was just about the worst place for somebody with sensory overload issues and a pretty severe anxiety. But Jack promised he’d be with him all night, and so David allowed his best friends to drag him to the game.

“Popcorn Dave?” Crutchie asked, holding it out towards his friend who shook his head. Currently the three sat towards the top of the bleachers because it was less crowded and Jack assured David 'you can see better up here anyways’. Jack and Crutchie sat on either side of him, David leaning into Jack who had an arm wrapped protectively around his shoulders. After a particularly bad call yelling and shouts rippled throughout the audience and David nuzzled into Jacks scarf.

“It’s too loud Jacky” Wincing at the quiet tone of the curly haired boy who was hiding in his scarf Jack nodded.

Pushing Davids hair off of his forehead Jack placed a light affectionate kiss on the exposed patch of skin, which only made David burrow into his scarf more in an attempt to hide his intense blush. “How about I go get you a hat or some earmuffs?” After a second of hesitation David nodded because Jack wouldn’t take longer than five minutes and Crutchie himself had an anxiety problem and knew what to do if an attack happened. “I’ll be right back okay?” Gently Jack shifted David over towards Crutchie, who smiled brightly and held Davids hand to assure him that somebody was still with him.

“Thanks Jack”

Watching Jack walk down the stairs and away from him made Davids heart panic. He knew it wasn’t healthy, this unsafe feeling he got whenever Jack wasn’t around. Pushing it down he instead leaned into Crutchie who jumped a little in surprise because David normally wasn’t comfortable with much more than occasional hand holding.
A moment later he smiled and melted into the affectionate gesture, holding Davids hand just a bit tighter.

“Dave do you even like football?” Sheepishly David shook his head and Crutchie laughed. “Me neither, but Jack sure does have a way of convincing people to do things. Wanna watch Netflix on my phone instead?” With a nod David snuggled even further into Crutchies side.

That’s how Jack found them 10 minutes later when he returned with nachos and a cute red and yellow beanie for David. When he saw his best friend since kindergarten and his new best friend cuddled up on the bleachers and giggling hysterically at something on a phone screen he couldn’t stop the affectionate smile on his face. God he had already known he loved Crutchie, but now Dave comes along with his crystal clear blue eyes and his curly hair and sarcastic comments and random facts. Jack should feel guilty shouldn’t he? After all somebody had once told him it was impossible to actually love 2 people at the same time.

Then again, when did Jack Kelly ever listen to what anybody else said?

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The fourth time, Jack’s the one who causes it.

He really hadn’t meant to, honest. What kind of dick would intentionally cause their friend/crush to have an anxiety attack?

A few weeks ago Jack had confessed to Crutchie, babbling about how he was in love with his best friend for what seemed like hours until Crutchie just laughed and pressed his lips against his. Jack thought that once he had Crutchie his love for Davey would go away. Not that he wanted it to but it made him feel guilty.

Little did he know Crutchie felt the same way.

When he’d first heard they were together Davids heart sank. The two people he had slowly fallen in love with were in love with each other. There would probably be no more safe touches, no more protective arms placed around shoulders. No mumbled Daves, and no bright Daveys. Jack and Crutchie had each other…so why would they need him?

And so he drifted. It started with little things like denying requests to hang out, or 'forgetting’ to respond to calls and messages. (Both of them knew Davey didn’t just forget things) And then it turned into avoiding them at halls, sitting next to Skittery who sat on the other side of the table from his usual spot. The last straw was when David completely walked past their table and took a seat on the ground, leaned against the wall.

“Okay that’s it. I gotta see what’s up with him.” Standing up from his seat Jack made his way over to David.

“Jack Kelly do not confront Dave- I can’t believe you!” Skillfully avoiding students Crutchie bounded over to Jack (or at least as close to bounding as one could get when they had to use a crutch) in an attempt to stop him. “Jack you’re going to overwhelm him! Just wait and we can ask him to come over after school or something and ask then!”

Turning to face Crutchie Jack sighed. “But he won’t Crutch. He’s avoiding us and I have to know why” Continuing his speedy approach towards Dave he stopped only when he was almost directly in front of Dave.

Red flag.

Despite the fact that he knew Jack would never actually hurt him David recognized the fact that he was now trapped against the wall. And that was no good. No good no good no no no no no. Swallowing his strawberry David kept his gaze fixed on Jacks shoes. “Y-yes?”

In a tone that came off much harsher than intended Jack asked him, “Why are you avoiding Crutch and I?”

Shaking hands.

Gripping his hands together Davids shoulders tensed up and he scrambled for an answer. How do you tell your best friend that you like both him and his boyfriend? “I-Its nothing”

“Oh so you just decided to be a dick and avoid us because of 'nothing’?” The moment the words came out Jack regretted them. Everybody had problems, and Jacks was not thinking before he spoke. “Shit I’m sorry I didn’t mean that Davey i-i just” kneeling down to Davids level he reached an arm out to pay him and flinched when David shied away, shaking violently.

“Oh now you’ve gone and done it Jack Kelly” Crutchie whispered harshly. Shooting a glare at his boyfriend he plopped onto the floor, fixing his gaze on David. “Hey hey can you count for me Davey? Just repeat after me, 12345”

Breathing shallowly David tried to copy, stutter and getting stuck and growing more and more frustrated until tears shone in his eyes.

“Dave”

He hated to admit it but god Davey had missed the sound of his nickname rolling off Jacks tongue. Missed it so much that just hearing it calmed him down. Missed it so much that he grabbed onto both Jack and Crutchie hands tightly.

Neither said anything but a glance was shared between them that seemed to convey everything they’d wanted to tell each other.

They both loved Davey, and each other. It was messy and different but it was what had happened.

A hesitant but protective arm was wrapped around Daveys shoulders and he nearly cried again, gripping Crutchies hand even tighter when he started to try and move. “I thought you didn’t need me anymore.”

Jack threw Davey an incredulous look and softly kissed his forehead. “We’ll always need you you goof.” Burrowing into his sweater David thought he would combust when Crutchie scooted next to him and placed another kiss on his forehead.

“B-but you guys have each other and I don’t wanna get in the way of your relationship because you guys deserve to be happy and I don’t wanna be an awkward third wheel so-” His rambles were cut off by Jacks lips on his. David 'walking mouth’ Jacobs was speechless as he looked between Crutchie and Jack in panic.

'Jack just kissed me??! In front of his boyfriend??’ When Crutchie leaned over to repeat Jacks actions David was even more confused. “I-I think I missed something here?”
His voice rose at least 2 octaves as he continued to panic.

“Well you see, I think I like you Davey.” The casual way Jack said it made David snort despite his panic.

“But, but Jack you have a boyfriend?”

“Yes I like him too” As if to prove the point Jack kissed Crutchie. For a minute or so David just opened and closed his mouth without making any actual noise. Crutchie had to bite back a laugh, figuring David would be a little offended if he laughed.

After the minute of David gaping like a fish Crutchie spoke up, “I like you too y'know Dave, and Jack. And we have a sneaking suspicion you like us both too.” Both older boys took the blush that crept up Davids neck as a yes. “So we were wondering if you wanted to be a relationship with us?”

At the renewed look of panic on Davids face Jack scrambled to calm him down. “It’s gonna be messy and weird and if you don’t want to then that’s fine. But we really do both like you Dave.” Squeezing his anxious friends shoulders Jack chewed on his lip as he waited for an answer.

“I-I’d like that, I really would.” Smiling shyly at his friends, boyfriends now he supposed, David nodded. “Yeah I think I’ll like that.”

hearts don't break around here — s.h.

wc : 3.8k

summary : everyone’s got an affinity, he just so happens to be hers.

a/n : this is a sam hogwarts au inspired by ed sheeran’s song hearts don’t break around here. yes i self sorted him into ravenclaw and yes i made him a quidditch player, because well that’s how this draft was when i found it lol but i like the idea of ravenclaw quiddtich player!sam

moodboard found here <3


There was a time back home with her parents over the summer, where she read books upon books each day. She read underneath the old oak tree in her backyard, daisies in her hair and a book in her hand. Her nails in her mouth as she focused on the words on the pages. A discarded notebook and pen sat next to her and suddenly she grabbed them both, scribbling down a word or two. The swift summer breeze fluttered her loose shirt and caused the daisies to become loosely woven into her hair, nearly on the verge of falling out.

Her fingers gently pulled one of the white flowers from her wavy locks of hair, and she placed it in between the pages of the book. Swiftly, and nearly elegantly, she got up, books in one hand and her pen gripped in the other. She crossed the threshold of her backyard and made her way to her bedroom. The book sat on her desk and she swapped it out for an old worn out dictionary. The pages were worn and faded, as she searched for the word she discovered. She bit the pen cap off, and held it in her teeth as her hands scribbled down the definition.

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Raspberry Kisses

[Title] Raspberry Kisses
[Genre] Smut
[Member] Seokmin
[Request] “Could I request a smut with DK where you guys are just hanging out in your room, kissing a little and things get heated? 😅🙈” - Anon
[Word Count] 3,320
[A/N] Since the Anon didn’t specify on the heated things, I just thought, hey why not mutual masturbation? It’s so long, omf, sorry guys haha.  Hope you guys enjoy nonetheless ;)


You were never good at making decisions.

Ever since you were young, every option and every choice you deemed had been through countless amounts of strain. Even the tiny, unimportant things made your head spin into an uncontrollable blur. Your indecisiveness captured away precious time and shook you with bottled-up frustration. Impatience and despair always boiled in the pits of your stomach. It seemed like the end of you.

And it didn’t quite help that Seokmin refused to speak.

He loved to tease and draw your desperation out a tad longer without throwing in a needed opinion. And you hated how even though he did so, he’d still get the nerve to wrap you in his arms, where everything would melt away— even you.

It hadn’t been long since the sun began to make its way down the horizon, and it hadn’t been long since you began to feel it. Streaks of vivid oranges and pinks painted the sky, and it’s lights seeped through the thin curtains of your window. The golden rays washed over two sprawled figures; where you lay at the foot of your bed and your boyfriend leaned back against the headboard.

The depths of your core twisted in an jaw-clenching manner, and you felt the temptation to cry aloud deep in your throat as you said for what seemed like the hundredth time:

“What movie should we watch?”

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Blur albums according my first impression on them

Leisure: Enthusiastic child. “Ayeeeee mate!”

Modern Life Is Rubbish: When you find out what is life about and it’s bullshit. “Go with the flow, man and put yourself together on the way.”

Parklife: Genuinely excited to exist, always with the head up. “Hey! Listen, this weird thing happened *rambles about some dumb but enjoyable shit*”

The Great Escape: That anxiety crisis you have when you’re in a minor problem and want to fucking die. “btw I haven’t slept in 14 hours bc I was watching conspiracy theories videos tbh”

Blur: That weird phase in your life where you don’t know what to do. “Jokes on you, I didn’t want to exist, in the first place.”

13: Your first time drinking which ends up in drunk singing and crying in the club about your elementary school crush. “I came to have a good time and I’m feeling so attacked right now.”

Think Tank: You took a sabbatical year. Idk man life is life, y’know?”

The Magic Whip: You’ve seen some twisted shit, for real. “*Shows space receipts* as I was saying…”

Driven Motive: Part 1

Author: @lovefilledtragedy

Pairing: Mitch Rapp x Female Reader/OFC

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Cussing (there will always be cussing, oops), a fight, mentions of anxiety, depression, anger, alcohol use, medications, and death

Summary: Y/N has had a lot happen in her life, and after gaining the attention of Irene Kennedy, she is soon about to meet someone who is more similar to her than anyone else.

Author’s Notes: Hello there everyone, I have decided to get back into writing after a few years, so this is the first part of the story I have been thinking of completing for months now ever since I saw the American Assassin trailer, and now that I’ve since the movie, this is what I decided to do. I want to thank @were-cheetah-stiles, @mf-despair-queen, @sorrynotsorrylovesome, @ninja-stiles, and @maddie110201 for helping me edit all of this and to see how everything sounded together; hope you all enjoy! By the way, this is more of an introduction into Y/N and what she is all about, but don’t worry, Mitch will be in the next part if this all goes well. So in the meantime, here is this to satisfy all of our needs:

Part 1 –> Part 2

(credit to whoever made this gif, I couldn’t find the source)

Life’s a bitch. It comes with the good, the bad, and all the little cracks that fall in between, and there is shit that can blur and fade away all of those moments, making it difficult to determine where these moments lie in our perceptions and emotions. For Y/N, she was hidden in the darkness of her own depressing thoughts and the anger that she had built up consumed her entirely; it had become cruel and unforgiving to her.

Y/N was happy and full of light for most of her young 24 year old life, but the last time she truly was happy, she couldn’t truly remember; she had slowly become bitter, cold, and lost in her newly placed outlook on life. Panic attacks, raging outbursts, and heavy tears clouded her judgement on her once bright life, and it was all because of the day she lost her best friend, her boyfriend, Andrew.

Andrew had gone off on a trip with his friends to celebrate his best friend, Jonathan’s, birthday in Spain, and due to her work schedule, she couldn’t go along with him. Only a few days into his trip, his life was cut short after a terrorist group attacked the beach resort they were located. Y/N wasn’t even able to say goodbye to him, she wished that she had. The thought of that day and his death raged in her mind day in and day out.

Ways to end the pain only filled her with more hatred. The alcohol she poured into her glass every night only made her ill, which put her in the hospital on a few separate occasions, and the medications she was prescribed for her overwhelming anxiety did nothing but make her more mentally and physically exhausted than she already was. She, for the first time in her life, felt afraid, helpless. She didn’t know what else to do at that moment or how else to feel, so she let her emotions get the best of her. Her loving family and friends tried what they could to help her since the attack, but Y/N knew that it wasn’t enough and hated herself for not letting them in more; it has been a year and a half and she still felt numb. She needed something that could eventually end up having the worst possible outcome for her, and that was to seek revenge and vengeance for him and for those who also had their lives taken during the attack.

Y/N began to push herself further. She found herself in countless boxing sessions to strengthen her arms, shooting ranges to enhance her shooting abilities, and intense MMA fighting at her local gym to up her combat skills, earning herself the attention of Irene Kennedy, the director of Counterintelligence for the CIA. Kennedy, who had watched Y/N for months now, knew that Y/N was going to be a tough one to crack, but she had gone through the same thing previously with the last recruit that was brought in only a few short weeks before.

She glanced back at the monitor that showed Y/N getting into an extremely heated altercation with a man at the MMA gym she had trained herself at. Y/N swung her right leg up to kick the man in the face before she knocked him to the ground, pinned him there with her strong legs on both sides of his torso, and began to profusely punched him in the face. Her knuckles became bruised as his jaw, cheeks, and eyes began to swell.

“Another fighter.” Kennedy sighed as she slightly nodded to herself, “This should be interesting.”

She reached over on the desk for her earpieces as she still stared at the monitor in front of her, watched as Y/N had been dragged off of the man she fought, and dialed a familiar number on her phone as she pressed the Bluetooth connection on her earpiece.

“This better be good, Kennedy.” the deep voice on the phone speaker protested.

“Oh, it is. I’ve got another one for you, Hurley.”

Stan Hurley snickered into the phone “Already? You’ve got to be fucking with me Irene, you barely sent this one in and he is already a disrespectful little shit; if you have another one as fucking noncompliant as him, I swear to-”

“Deal with it. We’ve got other shit to worry about. I will call you again once I am ready to send them your way.” Kennedy interrupted, earning an annoyed groan from Hurley who hung up the phone soon after. Kennedy removed her earpiece and called in some of her men to go to Y/N and bring her to her, she needed to see if this girl was as capable as she appeared.


Only a few days later, Y/N was brought in from her home and placed in a cold steel interrogation room awaiting Kennedy’s arrival. Y/N rubbed her still swollen and bruised knuckles as the door on the left hand side of the room finally clicked open after what felt like ages. She stared up at her and clenched her jaw as Kennedy approached her and placed down a file with Y/N’s information out in front of her.

“Y/N Y/L/N, it is nice to finally meet you. I am Irene Kennedy, director of Counterintelligence for the CIA.” Kennedy smiled as she took a seat in front of Y/N. She studied Y/N’s facial features and noticed the hint of confusion appear in Y/N’s Y/E/C eyes as she stared down at the table in front of her. The file that was placed there had a photo of Andrew and her, the last one she took with him alive. Their bright smiles were enhanced by the flash from the camera, her right arm around his shoulders as his left arm was around her waist to pull her in closer to his body, his right held a bottle of Budweiser. She could faintly still remember and hear his laugh as they took the photo. They had been out at a bar and grill with a group of friends before the trip, and it was taken only a week before his death.

“What the fuck is all of this?” Y/N spat as she coldly glared at Kennedy, who leaned forward in her chair in the attempt to challenge Y/N.

“I think you know damn well what this is, Y/N. You know exactly why we have been watching you. We already know a lot about you, including why you are in this position today, and we think you could find this opportunity here with the CIA beneficial to your liking.” Kennedy said calmly. “You want to avenge him, don’t you Y/N?”

Y/N felt herself tense, she took her eyes off of the photo in front of her and stared back at Kennedy, her already bloodshot eyes burned with tears. She licked her lips as she opened her mouth to retort, “Is it that obvious? You think I’ve been doing all of this for nothing? I want them to suffer, I want them all to suffer for what they did to those people there…for what they did to Andrew.” She choked on her words when she said his name, she shook it off as she pushed the photo of him and her at Kennedy. She let her fingers linger over the photo for a few seconds before she brought them through her long Y/H/C hair.

“You’re not the only one that does in this program, Y/N. Unfortunately, the terrorist group that operated the attack responsible for your boyfriend’s death have already been wiped out, but I do know exactly what to do with you.”

Everything that she attempted to train herself for felt pointless in that moment, the group was already taken out, but how did they manage to go after them so suddenly without warning? Y/N had tracked their location and whereabouts for months and had barely found it as it was, who else had found it before her? The color of Y/N’s face drained, anger boiled inside of her as she clutched her teeth and closed her eyes before she opened them again, “Then why the fuck am I here? You’ve apparently already completed my mission before I even had the chance.”

“Because I know you can still be of use for us,” Kennedy stated, reaching for the file placed in front of the two of them and began to flip through her information. “You are very intelligent and have had a good head on your shoulders, Y/N. Have had a good home life, lived with your parents and your twin sister and grew up in Arizona your entire life. Had become a talented volleyball player and dancer, two hobbies you had given up to attend college. Attended community college and then Arizona State University with a GPA of 4.0 consistently, studied Criminal Justice with a minor in Psychology. Says here that you are trilingual, you speak English, Spanish, and Italian fluently; that can be useful for us.”

Y/N leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms tightly over her chest, watching Kennedy flip through more of her file, she breathed heavily every now and again in annoyance, “Are you done? I don’t understand why you have to continue to waste my time. What is the fucking point?”

“The point is that you can be an important asset to us, Y/N. Continuing your relentless behavior over this incident isn’t going to help you heal by any means, it is only going to drive you more over the edge, it will either kill you or send you to prison, maybe even both.” Kennedy spoke harshly. She watched as Y/N stood and began to pace back and forth in the room, “so, I ask you this, Y/N, what is your driven motive? What is it that you want most out of this? All of this training isn’t for nothing, you know and so do I.”

Y/N bit the inner part of lower lip, staring at the floor. She knew fully well that this could be life or death for herself, but if she was able to protect innocent people from getting killed like Andrew, she would take that chance. She sighed and nodded to Kennedy, “I want to avenge Andrew, and I am willing to do whatever it takes.”

“I am pleased to hear that,” Kennedy smiled at Y/N. She stood from her seat and signaled for Y/N to follow her as they exited the interrogation room and walked through the halls towards the elevator. “You will be placed in training with one of our very best, his name is Stan, Stan Hurley. He will be able to teach you all that you will need.” Kennedy spoke, walking ahead of Y/N as she clicked the button for the elevator, “You will also be partnered up with another recruit there often for your training.”

“And who is this other ‘recruit’ you speak of? Another damaged good like myself?” Y/N questioned sarcastically, annoyed by that fact.

Kennedy pursed her lips together as she turned to face Y/N, the elevator door opening behind her, “His name is Mitch, Mitch Rapp. And I think you two will be more similar than I previously thought…”

(decided to tag some other accounts I love that I have recently followed because, well…I love them?: @cathobs, @minhosmeanhoe@dylan-trash-tbh, @lovelydob, @fillthevoid-stilinski, @sassy-stilinski, @rememberstilinski, @mieczzyslaw, @mrs-mitch-rapp93, @skepticalstilinski)

The Labyrinth Chapter 18

Genre: Gang AU/ High School AU
Pairing: Reader/Jimin
Length: 3.4k
Summary: Finding an injured boy collapsing in front of your house, you decide to help him, only to find out he’s associated with some underground business. After that fateful night, you surprisingly find him in the new class you had just transferred into.

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