feet and hands have defeated me

Man Up

by reddit user Pippinacious

When the bookstore at the mall put up its help wanted posters, I jumped at the chance to put in my application. Between being an avid reader who had practically lived amongst the store’s shelves in high school and a broke community college student taking a semester off to save money, it seemed still customer service.

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alpha & omega
part ii part iii

summary - this is basically the aftermath of “accepting anxiety part 2″, and it’s also based off of this prompt

pairing - prinxiety if you squint 

word count - 1,499

warnings - a bit of angst, spoilers for today’s video if you haven’t seen it 

tags - angst-to-fluffish

a/n - so this turned out to be a lot longer than a drabble, which is why it’s going as it’s own fic 

tagging - @ace-anxiety-sanders , @pointless-blog-name , @lampisimportant , @pippa-frost , @jinxed-unicorn , @starrykid , @pattykrabbies

It’s late when Anxiety trudges into the common room, bleary-eyed and craving a black cup of coffee. As he passes the couch, he notices the static of their television crackling faintly in the background, and he picks up the remote to switch it off—who would’ve even been up late enough to leave it on—when he notices the lump of blanket on the couch.

“I was watching that,” a voice pipes up from underneath it, tone far too entitled to be anyone other than Prince.

Anxiety pauses with his thumb over the power button, turning to face the other side with a baffled stare. “It wasn’t even…on a channel,” he mumbles, tossing the remote onto the couch. “What’re you doing?”

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Prompt: @whothehellisbella‘s song challenge - I’m In Here by Sia

A/N:This. Was. A. STRUGGLE!!! I wound up outlining a whole series that I felt really went with this song (yet to come), and this is the blob that I wrote for a one shot in in its stead. It’s angsty af and sooooo damn long. Idk team. Idk.

Warning: aaaangst, poor relationship dynamics.

Word Count: 6247 I’m fainting. This is the longest fic I’ve ever posted. I’m done.

Originally posted by captaincentenarian

“She gonna be okay?” Tony asked, handing Steve a cup of the shitty black sludge that the cafeteria passed off as coffee. His sharp brown eyes scanning the windows for any glimpse of you through the partially closed blinds. The muffled steady beeping of the monitors was a comfort, at least.

“Think so,” Steve sighed, finally lifting his gaze from his feet to mimic Tony’s glances into the room. He’d been seated opposite your door with his elbows on his knees and his head buried in his hands since your arrival. “As long as the grafts take and she gets through the quarantine stage, she should recover alright.”

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What Hurts The Most Pt. 2

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2592

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Graphic smut, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up!), swearing, some angst and some fluff.

A/N: Thank you for the great feedback and love I have received! I appreciate it more than you know! This is an emotional roller coaster my friends… 

Read the first part here to get caught up!

One month later…

You were drunk.

Looking down at the whiskey in your glass, you tried to remember what number you were on. Raising the glass to your lips, you downed what was left with ease and motioned to the bartender for another. He smiled at you as he refilled the tumbler with the amber colored liquid. Taking your drink between your hands, you turned on the barstool to look at the party going on behind you. Tony’s parties were always this way. Lavish, cheerful, and full of people with money in their pockets. There was good music and people dancing. The merriment of the evening was in celebration of some new software Tony had created. Again.

You really should have been in a better mood than what you were. You had put on your favorite dress, took time on your hair, and put on make-up. You chose the heels that made your legs look a mile long and your ass look fantastic. But here you were, sitting at the bar, scowling at the happy people around you.

There he was. You knew Steve would make him come. It really wasn’t his scene either, but if Steve asked you to do something, you normally did it. Bucky was sitting on a couch on the other side of the room, sitting next to Wanda. Was her hand on his arm? Did he just laugh at something she said? You raised your glass again, letting the whiskey burn a path to your stomach. You swiveled your bar stool back around before you threw up.

“Ya know, Jack is everyone’s friend in the beginning, but has been known to make enemies quick,” Sam said pointing at your drink before sitting down on the stool beside you. You glanced at him as he ordered two waters and leaned his elbows on the bar. He looked over at you, “How many of those have you had?” You shrugged as an answer, taking another sip.

“I believe that is her fifth,” Vision stated while settling himself on your other side. Shooting a glare at Vis, you looked back over to see Sam frown at you. You rolled your eyes and hopped off your stool. You finished your drink and slammed the glass onto the bar.

“Goodnight gentlemen,” you said over your shoulder as you walked away.

You punched the button for the elevator and chanced a glance in Bucky’s direction again. Steve had joined their conversation, all of them with smiles on their faces. You turned back to the elevator. You blamed the feeling in your stomach on the alcohol. The tears in your eyes, you blamed on yourself.

You were woken up by the bed dipping next to you. You rolled over and slowly opened your eyes. Bucky was sitting on the other side of the bed. You couldn’t have been more shocked and he must have seen it on your face, because he was frowning at you.

“H-how did you get in here?” you croaked out. You sat up and pulled the blanket around you.

“You never changed your keycode on the door.” He said while fidgeting with the corner of the blanket.

“Ok, why are you here?” It came out harsher than what you had intended but you weren’t a morning person.

He didn’t answer right away. He turned his head and looked around your room. You knew what he saw. Your clothes were in laundry baskets and you had books and papers strewn around various surfaces. He bent down and picked up a drawing that was at his feet. He studied it a second before turning back to you and pointing at the paper, “Is this a memory or in the future?” You looked away from his face and looked at the drawing. It was a sketch of Bucky looking out a window, his hair falling over his brow and he had a small smile on his face. It was in the future. In your sketchbook, the drawing was continued on the next page and it’s of you outside playing with yours and Bucky’s young son. Apparently, your visions can be wrong.

It hurt.

“I don’t know, I just saw it and had to draw it.” You said before getting up and going in the bathroom. You closed the door and turned to the sink. Running the cold water, you grabbed a handful and splashed your face. You turned the water off and leaned against the sink. You let your tears mix with the water dripping off your face. You gripped the edges of the counter as racking sobs took hold of your body. Hanging your head, you cried. You cried so hard that you didn’t hear the bathroom door open or Bucky’s boots scrape across the floor to take you in his arms. When you connected with his solid chest, you cried even harder. His strong arms hugged you tight and he was murmuring soft words into your hair. You gripped his t-shirt in your hands and held on. You let out all the heartache, the anguish.

Finally calming down, you pushed away from him to look up at his face, “Why are you here?”

He wiped the tears off your face with his thumbs, “I’m worried about you.” He tucked your hair behind your ears. “Steve said that you are skipping gym sessions and Wanda mentioned that you haven’t been meeting with her to strengthen your abilities. I saw the video of the mission you went on with Sam. That could have ended up a lot worse than it did. And the drinking…”

You cut him off by pushing yourself farther away from him. You pulled yourself together and faced him fully. “You don’t get to have a say what goes on in my life anymore Bucky.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at you, “I have only ever wanted you to be the best that you can be.” He said, getting angry. “But you see it as me wanting to keep you under my thumb. Or what is it that you said? That I will never see you as part of the team? Well, when you get your head out of your ass and start being a part of the fucking team, I will see you that way. Quit thinking that you can do it all on your own and rely on other people.”

“I’ve only ever had myself to lean on, you fucking know that,” you said shoving him away from the door so you could get away from him.

He followed you back into your room. The way he said, “You had me,” stopped you in your tracks. You turned around to look at him. He looked sad as he dropped his arms to his sides in defeat. “You have me. You will always have me. I love you.”

Your feet moved before your brain registered what you were doing. You practically launched yourself at him, fusing your lips to his. You placed both hands on each side of his face as his arms went around your back. The kiss was slow, letting the hunger build. His tongue tangled with yours before his teeth sank into your bottom lip. A soft moan left your lips, wrapping your arms around his neck. He took his time, savoring the feel of your lips against his. Bucky’s metal hand started lifting your shirt to strip it off, leaving you only in your panties. He crashed his lips on yours again while his hands smoothed over your naked back.

You moved your arms down to strip him of his shirt. Leaning forward, you placed soft kisses across his collar bones. You traced the muscles on his stomach with your fingers and dipped them in his sweatpants at his hips bones. Lowering to your knees in front of him, you tugged his pants down his legs and looked up at his face. He was staring down at you, bottom lip between his teeth. You brought your hands up and wrapped them around his thick cock and gave a slow pump. He closed his eyes and placed his flesh hand behind your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. You swiped your thumb over the sensitive head, smearing the pre-cum that had formed. You leaned up and took him in your mouth, swirling your tongue along the tender underside. His soft groan turned into a moan when he hit the back of your throat. His hand tightened in your hair as you set a torturous pace. His metal hand clenched into a fist at his side when he opened his eyes to watch your lips around his cock. Wetness pooled between your thighs at the intense look on his face.

“Fuck,” he grunted when you gave him a hard suck. He started to move his hips, thrusting himself into your mouth. You loved when he did this, lost in the pleasure you were giving him. All too soon, he pulled your hair and popped your mouth off his cock. “Get on the bed, doll face,” he said, wiping your bottom lip with his thumb.

You crawled your way onto the bed and sprawled out on your back. Bucky placed his knee on the bed and bent to tug your panties down your legs. Tossing them aside, he lifted your leg and placed a soft kiss on your ankle. He trailed open mouthed kisses along your calf, the side of your knee. Spreading your thighs, he licked a path to your pussy. He stopped, hovering over where you wanted his lips the most. You whimpered when he blew warm air across your clit.

“Tell me what you want,” he said, a smirk appearing on his lips.

You knew that Bucky loved this game. He loved hearing you tell him how good he was making you feel or how you wanted him to do something. You tunneled your fingers through his hair, scraping your nails across his scalp, “Fuck me with your tongue baby,” you said breathlessly.

With a growl, Bucky licked straight into your cunt. His tongue entered you repeatedly, sending lightning bolts throughout your body. You cried out when his fingers started to rub circles on your clit, matching his tongues rhythm. You gripped his hair harder, grinding your hips against his face. His metal hand grasped your thigh to hold you in place. His tongue and fingers switched places, burying his fingers deep as his tongue gave your clit quick flicks. He easily found your sweet spot, relentlessly stroking across it with each thrust of his fingers. You moaned long and loud when he sucked your clit between his lips. Your legs began to shake and you tried to close your legs around his head because the pleasure was too much, too sharp. But his metal hand held you still.

“Bucky… p-please baby.” You cried, arching your back. “Please let me cum.”

He looked up at you as his metal hand left your thigh to run his fingers across your nipples. When he rolled one between his fingers, your orgasm hit you hard. You slammed your eyes shut, screaming out your release, legs quaking around Bucky’s shoulders. He removed his fingers but gave your clit soft licks, bringing you down from your high.

You opened your eyes when you felt him climb over you. He lowered himself to his elbows, his face inches above yours, your bodies were skin to skin. You wrapped your legs around his hips, as he kissed you softly. Bucky readjusted his hips to align himself with your entrance, pushing in slowly. Your quick intake of breath made him pull back to look at you.

“Are you ok?” he asked, while stopping his movement.

You smiled up at him and tightened your legs around his hips, pushing his cock fully inside you. Cradling his face in your hands, you brought his lips down to meet yours again. You both sighed into the kiss when he pulled out and pushed back in. He ground his pelvis against yours, the hair at the base of his cock rough against your clit.

“I’m perfect, don’t you dare stop,” you said against his lips.

Bucky groaned, burying his face in your neck as he quickened his pace. You wrapped your arms around his head and whispered naughty things in his ear. His teeth nipped at the tender spot below your ear, causing your walls to clench around him. He moaned low, his thrusts turning more rough, deeper. He reached his metal arm down to wrap around your lower back, angling your hips into his thrusts.

“Doll, please tell me you are with me, because I’m not going to last much longer.” he said, adjusting his knees for better leverage. “You feel so damn good.”

“I’m with you baby… let me feel you cum.” You moaned.

He raised up to watch your face. The smile that was on his lips was your undoing, you gripped his shoulders are you came with a startled cry. Bucky closed his eyes and groaned when your walls contracted around him. He buried himself as deep as he could get and came with a shout, his hot spurts of cum spilling inside you. You smoothed your hands down his sides as you both settled.

Bucky leaned down to give you a quick kiss before rolling over, bringing you with him. You leaned on an elbow and looked down at his content face. Reaching up, you brushed away the hair that had stuck to his face. “I love you too Bucky,” you said softly.

He turned his head to look at you, “I know we always agreed that you would never use your abilities on me, but I want you to right now. I want you to see how I feel instead of me telling you.”

Nodding slowly, you placed your hands on each side of his neck and closed your eyes. Pushing yourself into his mind, you became overwhelmed with emotion.

You… you were what was all over his mind. Past, present and future. You saw the hurt from missing you, you saw the good times and the bad. You saw the future he wanted with you. His first memory of you was the day they rescued you from HYDRA. He was the one that unstrapped you from the table and carried you out of the facility. You saw the moment that he knew he loved you. It was a rainy day spent in, he walked into your shared room and seen you dancing in your underwear, using a hair brush to sing the song. That memory faded into what he wanted his future to be. You were outside playing with a little boy who had your hair color and his daddy’s eyes, while he watched out of the window.

You let go of his neck, returning to yourself. Bucky reached up and wiped the tears away that you didn’t realize had started to fall. You quickly got out of the bed and grabbed the drawing that Bucky had seen earlier and searched for your sketchpad. After retrieving it, you sat back down on the bed next to him and opened it, finding the other half of the drawing. You put them together and turned the book to show him.

He chuckled and traced the page with his finger, getting a little teary eyed himself, “You’ve seen it.”

You dived into his arms, nuzzling your face into his neck. Never letting go.

It didn’t hurt anymore.

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Your Hand in Mine- Jack x Reader

Reader gender: female
Warnings: swearing, brief mentions of death
A/n: sorry for being absent for so long! I’ve kinda lost a lot of motivation and creativity so please send in some prompts I’m v desperate.
Word count: 2202
You laid down on your bed with a good book and music blasting from your phone, bored after the third day the Winchester’s had left you alone in the bunker. The sound cut out, replaced by the generic ringtone. You answered it after seeing it was Dean.
“Hey hey.” You greeted.
“Y/n, glad you’re okay. I need you to meet us in Wyoming, we have stuff to talk about.” He said, sounding morbid.
“Okay, text me the address. Hey, is everything okay? What happened with the nephilim?”
“I’ll tell you there.” He growled before hanging up.
He quickly sent you the address for a hotel about a 12 hour drive from the bunker. You packed a small bag and retrieved your motorcycle from the garage. 

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My Boys (Part 3/3)

Steve x Plus Size!Reader x Bucky

Author’s note- Well here it is you guys, the end. The final part of My Boys. It was a cute little three parter. Honestly didn’t go where I initially planned but it’s still great??

Summary- Bucky and Steve confront you about what they heard you tell Nat. Their reaction isn’t what you expect.

Warning- loads of fluff, a bit of angst (if you squint), kisses!

Word count: 1,074

(At this point I’m just finding gifs that are adorably sexy.)

Originally posted by count-buckula

Originally posted by marveltho

I could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

No. No they didn’t they were asleep.

“Just let us in so we can talk about it, Doll.” Bucky’s voice was almost desperate.

I didn’t realize I was crying till I blinked and felt the warm tears running down my face.

I can’t face them like this.

“P-Please just go away.” I tried to sound strong but my voice broke as I spoke.

“Baby, let us in.” Steve’s gentle voice only had me crying more. The nickname didn’t help at all.

I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the world would just swallow me up.

I’m going to have to face them sooner or later.

Sighing in defeat, I used my hands to wipe the tears from my face and stood.

What’s the worst that could happen?

I opened the door and kept my eyes on the ground at my feet, finding the chipped black polish very interesting all of a sudden.

Wow I really need to repaint my toes, probably my finger nails too.

“Can we come in?” Steve’s voice broke me from my distraction.

I stepped to the side and let them in, still staring at the ground.

“Doll, look at us.”

I couldn’t stop the tears as I slowly lifted my head.

Bucky’s sad eyes met mine, he stepped forward towards me. Steve stood back a bit, giving me space, but stared with just as much sadness at the sight of my tear stained face.

“Y/N, what-” Bucky started but I interrupted him.

“Just tell me.” I whispered

I glanced between the two of them.

I took a deep breath and stood a bit straighter.

“What did you hear last night?” I asked, in a slightly stronger voice.

They glanced at each other.

“Well, you had been in Nat’s room for a few hours. We got a little worried.” Bucky started.

Steve stepped forward, “We didn’t mean to listen in, we just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”

I stayed silent, waiting.

Buck sighed heavily, “We heard you… confess to Nat. About us. How you felt about us.”

My heart dropped, I was expecting it but something about hearing them actually say it… it was so much worse.

“And?” My voice thick with emotion.

They seemed to almost be having a silent conversation between each other before one of them finally answered.

“Doll, we’ve been having the same struggle with ourselves.” Bucky confessed.

Steve hung his head, “We figured out we both… felt something for you. We were terrified of losing our Y/N.”

I spoke in the smallest, shocked voice, “Yours?”

He lifted his head toward me and with a half-smile, nodded.

Bucky’s flesh hand cupped my face and brushed my tears away.

My heart swelled.

They both felt the same way.

But what does this mean?

Are we all going to be together?

How does that work?

“What are we going to do?” I asked, looking up at them.

They smiled at me then each other.

Looking back at me, they got closer to me.

“If you want us… we are yours.” Bucky spoke softly.

They both had a hand on my cheek now, I felt so small.

I nodded, “I love you. Both of you.”

Bucky was the first to kiss me.

His lips soft and warm and desperate.

Our lips moved perfectly together, fast and slow at the same time. His metal arm around my waist, and flesh hand still cupping my cheek, he pulled me against him.

I was so lost in the kiss I almost didn’t feel Steve against my back, with his face buried in my neck, lips lightly kissing my neck and hands gripping my hips.

I was so full of emotion and my senses overwhelmed, my legs began to feel weak. The warm feeling deep in my belly flowed to the rest of my body.

We pulled away and they switched places. Bucky behind me with his lips pressed to my neck, desperate to keep in contact, and Steve facing me with a warm hand on my cheek.

Eyes still closed, our lips met.

This kiss was different but just as breath taking.

Steve’s kiss was more urgent. Lips pressed more firmly together, tongues gently touched.

Buck was nibbling on my neck, causing me to moan into the kiss, one hand in Steve’s hair and the other tangled in Bucky’s long black hair.

I could feel his metal arm settled dangerously low on my stomach. One of Steve’s itching to reach that line past my hips to my ass.

But they were gentlemen.

We pulled away, foreheads touching chests heaving. Bucky kept his head on my shoulder, I could feel his breath on my neck.

A knock on my door caused us all to jump and come back to reality.

With shaking legs, I walked to the door and opened it.

Nat raised her eyebrow at my flustered state, “Is everything…okay?”

She drifted off at the end and looked over my shoulder. My face heating up even more.

She looked from them to me and back again.

“No. Fucking. Way.” She whispered each word with so much emotion.

“N-Nat -”

“You guys, did not!” she shouted, jumping a little.

“Shhhhhhh!” I grabbed her and pulled her in.

“You’re going to wake the whole building!” I whispered, loudly.

“Did you guys-”

“No, we didn’t, Nat! shush!”

I glanced out into the hall to see if anyone heard.

Nat smirked at me.

“Well, I better be going. I’ve got… things to do.” She walked out of the door, with that stupid smirk on her face and winked at me before closing the door.

We were silent for a beat.

Then Steve started to laugh, causing Bucky and I to follow soon after.  

“What are we going to tell them?” Steve asks.

I smiled, “I don’t know, we will figure it out. Let’s just enjoy right now.”

They smiled down at me and nodded.

I yawned, they seemed to realize how tired I was.

“We will leave you to sleep, if that’s what you want, Doll.”

I shook my head, “No, let’s just sleep in here. I told you I wanted to enjoy tonight.”

We laid together, closer than usual that night.

Random kisses and soft, sleepy giggles filled the empty air till we all fell asleep.

It felt so right.

To be there, in that bed, with My Boys.

It was home, they are my home.


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Promises :: Park Jimin

Hello friends! This will be my new series so I hope you love it :) This series will be full on angst cause I’m a sucker for that shit man. Compared to my other writing it’s quite different! So I hope you guys like it! Instead of long ass chapters I’m going to update more frequently with shorter ones so I can put in your feed back!

Beautiful photo credit to @gowthared

Part 1, Part 2

Word count: 3.2K

Warning: ANGST, a little bit of self loathing, coarse language


I wouldn’t have thought that when he asked me to meet at our spot, where we started everything, was where we would end.

“I’m sorry,” he says with a frown, squeezing my hands in his one final time before letting go.

My eyes glaze over as I try my damn hardest to hold back the tears that dangerously threatened to bubble over. I gaze up at the cherry blossoms watching the petals whither in the suddenly cool breeze.

“Why?” I whisper dropping my gaze from the tree to look straight into his guilt filled chocolate orbs, “Did I do something wrong?”

I must’ve.

Jimin shakes his head hastily causing his fluffy dyed hair that matches perfectly with the soft hue of the cherry blossoms to bounce. He pulls his plump lips into a reassuring smile, “No, you have been perfect! It’s just that…” he sighs looking anywhere but at me.

So I wasn’t perfect.

“I’m seeing someone else.”

A dull throb resonated within my chest and the palm of my hands cramped. I cast my gaze down at my suddenly interesting boots, I nod even though I didn’t understand why and how this came to be.

He reaches out and cups my cheeks in his warm soft palms, lifting up my gaze to meet his, “I love you (Y/N), I – would never dream to hurt you intentionally. I just want you to know that I never cheated on you, you deserve better than that. That’s why I’m ending us.”

I nod again, not trusting myself to speak. I just wanted to wake up from this sick nightmare. But I knew it wasn’t a dream, it hurt too much.

“I appreciate that…” I quietly trail off, “I just have one question for you, does she make you happy?”

The bashful grin that stretches across his face was enough of an answer, “Yeah, she makes me happier than I’d ever been in a long time.”

I nod with a small smile of my own, “My happiness is with yours, Jimin. If you are happy, then so am I.”

Jimin deserves the world. And I couldn’t even provide him with happiness.

“You’re too good to me, (Y/N),” he sighs closing his eyes.

Not good enough.

He smiles, and I couldn’t help the flutter in my heart when I watch his eyes turn upwards into little crescents, “We’re still friends, right?”

I nod, “Yeah, of course.”

I tried to sound enthusiastic and show that I was truly happy for him but it was kind of hard. Seeing that my boyfriend of three years is breaking up with me for another girl. I still remember the day he asked me to be his.

“(Y/N)!” Jimin exclaims getting up from his spot on the bench.

He runs across the park, the fallen petals fluttering behind his sneakers like a trail. His soft black locks split at his forehead as he excitedly runs towards me to give me a hug.

“Guess what today is?” Jimin asks slightly out of breath.

I giggle, holding him back tightly, “It’s BTS’ one year anniversary!”

“Bingo!” He cheers pulling away.

I smile cocking my head to the side, “Then why did you ask to meet here today? Shouldn’t you be off celebrating with the boys?”

He shakes his head closing his eyes cutely, “It’s one year, from when I debuted. Remember the promise?”

“I thought you forgot.”

“I would never,” Jimin takes in a deep breath, “Will you be my girlfriend?”

Heat rushes up my neck and decorates my cheeks in a deep red, I smile bashfully nodding dumbly, “Yes. Yes!”

That was the day Jimin’s smile shined the brightest I’ve ever seen. I can still remember his face vividly as if it were just yesterday. The glassy shimmer in his warm crescent eyes and the wide grin stretching his chubby cheeks, presenting his crooked tooth in all its glory. He was on top of the moon.

I’m sorry that I couldn’t keep you happy, Jimin.

I remember the day exactly a year before that as well.

Tears were streaming down his puffy cheeks as he grasps my hands tightly in his, “I’m debuting tomorrow (Y/N).”

“Jimin…you should be happy! Don’t cry…” I smile as my tears bubble over watching him shake his head as sobs rack his body.

“I’m debuting. We can’t see each other anymore. Bang PD-nim said there’s strictly no dating until one year’s time,” he holds my gaze for a moment before breaking down again with a cry, “I don’t want to break up with you. I love you!”

I bite my lip, tasting the saltiness from my hot sticky tears, “I love you too, Jimin,” I coo pulling him into a tight warm embrace, “This is your dream Jimin. You are destined for greatness. Don’t let me hold you back.”

He shakes his head, “You don’t hold me back. You keep me together, you keep me going. I can’t – I can’t without you.”

I hold him patting his back softly.

“I promise you, (Y/N). In one year’s time, I will ask you to be mine again…” he proclaims with a nod.

I smile, wiping the tears away from his cheeks, “One year’s time,” I agree.

“I know I’m asking a lot…one year of waiting,” Jimin trails off suddenly unsure of his promise.

I shake my head reassuringly, “Some things are worth the wait. And Jimin…you are something worth waiting for – I can wait a thousand years for you. You’re my soul mate, nothing can keep us apart.”

“Nothing,” Jimin shakily chokes out through his tears.


It seems like each year on this very day Jimin likes to play with my heart. First it was bittersweet, then it was happy, and here we go again. I don’t know why it hurts more this time. Maybe because it was only me fighting for us now. Jimin gave up. Everything was bearable with him by my side.

I watch in a trance as he pats his pocket for his ringing phone. Jimin picks up and his eyes light up, something that I lost the ability to do a few months ago. He excitedly greets the person on the other end, “Hey, Soo Young!”

I quietly watch him as his face lights up before giving me an apologetic look and turning around. She makes him happy. I can live with that. His happiness is my happiness, I chant in my mind as I turn around on my heel to get back home.

If we were meant to be you will find your way back to me, I waited for a year for you. I can wait another thousand if it’s meant to be.

That’s what I told myself to keep the tears at bay, but I felt my heartstrings snap with each step I took away from him.

For some reason it took me double the time to get back to the dorms, it was probably because I was dragging my feet like a pathetic defeated person. I stop abruptly in front of the dorm’s door with a hand on the knob.

Did the others know?

I shake my head, they wouldn’t have. They would’ve told me if they knew. I close my eyes for a moment to compose myself before opening the door. And there were apologetic faces staring right at me.

“I’m sorry…” Taehyung deep baritone voice carries across the room.

I look at them all carefully, their worried faces full of pity. I didn’t want them. It was embarrassing more than anything. I swallow the hard lump in my throat and shake my head, I try my hardest to work up a smile but it must’ve looked pained as Jungkook’s frown deepened.

“You guys knew huh?”

Namjoon steps forward and opens his arms, “We’re sorry that we didn’t tell you.”

I look at his gesture but I really wasn’t in the mood. I shake my head, “I understand completely. No hard feelings! You guys are like family I completely understand,” I laugh waving my hand dismissively.

“(Y/N)…you’re family too,” Hoseok mumbles and I quickly laugh loudly, mustering up a giant smile.

“Guys, I’m fine. I’m going to my room to get some rest okay?”

“Do you want to cuddle?” Jungkook asks getting up from his spot from the couch.

I shake my head with a soft smile, “No, I’ll be just fine, thank you Kookie. I just want to be alone.”

“But noona…”

“You heard (Y/N), she wants some time alone. Let’s just give her that okay?” Jin says eyeing Jungkook carefully.

I flash Jin a small smile of gratitude before awkwardly shuffling into my shared room with Jimin. I pass by Yoongi slowly as he leans on the wall in the hallway, “Sorry,” I mumble dipping my head slightly before slipping into the comfort of my privacy.

I shut the door gently before sliding down the cold surface. I sigh squeezing my eyes shut as I felt the tears finally threatening to fall.

You’re alone now. You can let it out, (Y/N).

I gaze blankly at my hands where the simple rose gold promise ring wrapped around my fourth finger.

I promise to never hurt you, (Y/N).

Jimin would always assure me of that. Maybe he did it too often. Maybe he was saying that to reassure himself, not me. I squeeze my eyes shut, digging my fingernails into my aching palms. Only when I was finally alone, I let the tears stream down my face. I don’t need anyone to see how bothered I am over this. They are all so busy and stressed over their new comeback, the last thing they needed was to add me to their long list of worries. I was never a nuisance to them, I made myself to become their strongest support, and I can’t let them down now. Especially after BTS’ blow up from their Wings era, they need me to be there to cheer them on as they finish with their You Never Walk Alone extension.

I silently cry into my jeans as I hug my knees tightly to my chest.

I didn’t realize I fell asleep on the floor until the door opens and awoke me with a jolt. I sit up with a groan, feeling the dull ache in my joints from the hard surface.

“Ah shit sorry,” A familiar even voice rings out.

I rub my eyes and look up to see Yoongi in an old faded black hoodie and a pair of shorts. He bends down to my level and pats my head, “How are you holding up?”

I shrug, “I’m alright,” I lull my head side to side, “Just a little hurt that none of you guys told me.”

Yoongi nods in understanding, “Sorry about that (Y/N). I guess we didn’t really think he was going to actually leave you for her. You two are practically soul mates.”

I smile numbly, “Well, at least I know now. And I don’t have to beat myself up wondering what I did wrong anymore.”

He worries his lower lip between his teeth in silence. I flash him a small smile, “Since you’re here, can you help me pack up?”

“And where do you think you are going this late in the evening?” Yoongi asks with a lifted brow.

I purse my lips in thought before shrugging nonchalantly, “I don’t know. Maybe a hotel or something. I just don’t want to be here when – he comes back home.”

He nods, his bed of fluffy black hair bouncing along softly, “You know this is your home as much as it’s Jimin’s right?”

For the first time that day I genuinely smiled, “Thanks Yoongi.”

I reach out to wrap my arms tightly around his shoulders. Yoongi reciprocates the display of affection and gathers me up in his arms. He rakes his slender digits through my hair comfortingly. I found a warm comfort in his arms, but I couldn’t bask in it for long since the door flew open and connects with the back of Yoongi’s head. He hisses out in annoyance rather than pain and pulls away to send the most lethal glare I’ve ever seen.

“Hyung, what are you – oh. (Y/N), you’re still here.”

I take in Jimin’s surprised expression as he awkwardly stands at the entrance of his room. I swallow thickly as suddenly my throat started to swell, “I was just leaving.”

Yoongi abruptly stands up and takes a fistful of Jimin’s shirt, “Alright, listen here you little prick. What do you mean ‘you’re still here’ (Y/N) lives here as much as you do. You can’t just expect her to leave.”

I sigh, “Yoongi…”

“No. Hyung’s right, I should be the one leaving,” Jimin says waving his hand dismissively.

I could cut the tension in the air with a dull butter knife, “You know what,” I gain both of their attentions before I continued, “I’m going to go, okay?”

Before any one of them could argue I grabbed my purse off the ground and squeezed my way pass the two men, “Good night, boys.”


That night I managed to find a last minute hotel room. I took a long hot shower and changed into the complimentary hotel bathrobe, seeing that I didn’t have any other clothes. I lay on the soft mattress with damp hair sprawled over my pillow as I finally feel relaxed enough to check my phone.

An angry red bubble notifies me that I had an outstanding of ten unread messages but I didn’t care enough to read them, let alone reply. So I turn a blind eye on the messaging app and opened twitter. Bad idea. I should’ve known better.

Park Jimin breaks up with his girlfriend, (Y/N), of 3 years?


“Omg finally!”

Park Jimin (BTS) is dating a trainee?

“I ship, they look so much cuter together.”

“Finally oppa found someone he deserves!”

“(Y/N) was just so plain. Jimin’s new girl is so much prettier, and skinnier.”

“They were goals though. Love is dead.”

“But is anyone even surprised? I mean Jimin oppa is so perfect and that fat ass piggy was just using him for his money. I hope BTS just drops her pathetic ass completely.”


For every nice comment, there were fifteen bad ones. Without skipping a beat I deactivated Twitter and deleted the app altogether. I let out a shaky breath as tears threaten to fall for the second time today. I squeeze my eyes shut and counted to ten. I open my eyes and a single salty droplet cascades down my cheek. One after another they fell and I couldn’t do anything but stare blankly at the bright screen in my hand. With a sniffle my finger hovers over Instagram. Squeezing my eyes shut with each blink I clear my blurry vision enough to open the app. I couldn’t find it in my heart to look at the explosion of comments on my latest post of a picture I took of Jimin’s back as he stares out into the Han River. The screen grows blurrier as I fumble with clumsy hands to deactivate and delete the app. It was no way as toxic as Twitter but I just wanted to do nothing more than to curl into a little ball and be forgotten. Which is quite impossible with hundreds of comments bombarding your photo with comments that I didn’t need others to tell me. I was well aware of my own flaws, I don’t think people realize that you are always your worst critic. You don’t need someone to point out your imperfections because you already know that all too well and you beat yourself over it everyday already.

I close my eyes, only to open them as my phone vibrated in my palm. I squint at the bright screen in the dark room to see Jungkook’s name in bold white letters on display. I took a moment to contemplate if I should pick up or send him to my voicemail. But I simply couldn’t find it in my heart to ignore the younger male.

“K-Kookie?” I mentally curse at how hoarse my voice sounded.

“(Y/N) noona…I was so worried. Where are you?” The maknae whines over the line.

I sniffle, stifling a soft chuckle, “I’m doing just fine Kook. You don’t have to worry about me, okay?”

“But noona…I can’t help but to worry. Tell me where you are. I will come bring you home,” he pleads.

I sigh closing my heavy eyes, “I’m safe in a bed at a hotel. I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

The line went silent, I thought Jungkook hanged up but his voice rang out before I could click the end button. “You will come home again, won’t you?”

“I don’t know Jungkook,” I softly mumble.

“Please don’t leave just because Jimin is an idiot. I – we, love you. We need you here,” Jungkook explains. Even though his words were nothing but sincere, I still felt wary about them. Why would they need me there? They don’t need someone like me to support them anymore, they have millions of loving fans that would follow them through hell and back and support them better than I could ever wish to. I could barely pay for my school tuition and here are fans gifting the members new phones, brand name accessories, and not to forget chunks of space matter. I literally make them shitty homemade presents, what a fucking loser, maybe the fans were right. I was just a waste of space.

I self induce a loud yawn over the receiver, “I’m sorry. Really tired, we can talk about this another time okay? Good night Jungkook.”

Without even waiting for a reply I end the call and turn off the device that seems to do nothing but remind me of all my nonexistent worth. I throw my phone at the foot of my bed without another thought and switched the bedside lamp off. Being in complete darkness besides the sliver of moonlight decorating the walls, I finally was at peace.

Two Sides Of A Coin // Chapter Four

Picture Source (edited)

Arranged Marriage!AU

Genre: Angst, smut, fluff, violence (future)
Rated: M

Pairings: Kim Jongin x Reader
Summary: Born into a powerful Mafia family, your destined to take over the family business with a promised future but one innocent decision nearly destroys your future. Will you survive the trails and tribulations of life and love?
Warnings: Smut 
Word Count: 6,791

Chapter One // Chapter Two // Chapter Three // Chapter Four // Chapter Five // Chapter Six // Chapter Seven // Chapter Eight // Chapter Nine

A/N: I do not own the gifs or pictures: credit goes to the owners 

You wake up in the middle of the night, screaming and within the minute, Jongin is by your side. You feel a cold sweat drip down your neck as you are pulled into his bare chest and he strokes your hair while whispering words of comfort.

“Ssshh, it’s okay, Y/N. I’m here, I’m right here.” You cling to him as he pulls the blankets over him and adjusts himself in your bed, resting his head against the headboard while you lie with your face pressed into his warm torso. You can feel his heartbeat against your cheek as you try to stifle the sobs that continue to shake your body.

Jongin lies in your bed with you, not saying anything while you begin to relax into his gentle embrace. You can feel how his heart beats a little faster when you try to find a more comfortable way to wrap around him; this small detail amuses you, deepening the feelings that have begun to blossom in your heart and washes away some of the stiffness caused by the nightmare.


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Burning Passion

So, I was writing this because I’ve been having serious Moony feels. (And also Sirius/Moony feels……ignore my puns)(And because this is a Moony blog, so duh!)) This is my first smut, so please don’t judge! I also want to honor @aveeragemusings for all the shit she’s gone through! Hope you enjoy!! Also, a bit of a side note, PLEASE SEND REQUESTS!!! I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS AND CANNOT GET ONE DONE!!! GIVE ME A GOAL!!!


“Hey guys.” You said as you entered the room your boyfriend, Remus Lupin, shared with his best friends: James Potter, Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew.

It was not an odd occurrence for you to be in the Marauders bedroom; in fact you spent the night at least twice a month despite being a (Y/H) and despite the fact that you were the opposite gender. Besides, none of them really cared; Sirius only spent the night about half the time, probably doing something with the opposite gender, and Lily spent about 3 nights a week sleeping in the room as well, and Peter, nobody ever noticed.

“Hey, (Y/N).” Was the collective response as you walked into the room and sit in the middle of the floor.

“How did everything go last night?” You ask. It seemed that last night had been one of the worst transformations, and you hadn’t been able to go because, you had just gotten over the flu.

“It was fine.” Sirius answered flatly.

You put your hands up in defeat. “I just asked a simple question.”

“Just ask your boyfriend, he won’t talk to us.” James said crankily.

You rolled your eyes. “Maybe you guys should leave.” You said.

“Yeah, let’s go.” Peter said, and left, having the two boys who were dead on their feet follow him.

You stood up, leaving your bag where you were sitting, walking over to where Remus was bunches under his cover.

“Remus?” You ask softly.

“Go away.” He said stubbornly.

You rolled your eyes, while placing your hands on your hips. “Why should I?” You challenged.

“I don’t want you to see me right now.” He said.

“Why?” You ask softly, your voice filled with worry. You step closer, before he ripped off the covers and moved to stand in front of you.

His face was littered with new cuts and a bruise was forming.

“Remus.” You whispered, your eye filled with worry. You reached out to cup his face, but he backed away and turned, so that his back was facing you.

“I’m hideous.” He whispered, his voice wavering. “I don’t know why you stay around.” He said.

“Oh Remus, you know I don’t think that.” You said, your eyes starting to water at how the man you loved viewed himself. You wrapped your arms around him, pressing your forehead to his back. “I love you.” You whispered.

He turned around to hug you back before placing a kiss on the top of your head. “I love you too.” He said placing another kiss on your forehead. “I don’t know why you love something as as disgusting as me.

“Remus, I don’t think that you’re disgusting.” You said softly, cupping his face to bring his gaze up to meet your eyes. Your (E/C) orbs, were soft, and full of love and pain. “I think you’re beautiful, Remus.” You said, your voice cracking a bit, and your eyes started to water up. “I love you.” You said a bit forcefully. “I don’t give a shit about your scars. What I mean is, I wish you didn’t have them, because they are a mark of how much pain you’ve been through, and I don’t ever want to imagine you in that type of pain.” By now, you were crying, the tears cascading down your cheeks. You sniffled once, before continuing. “I love you, and none of your scars are going to change that. I love you, you beautiful creature.” You told him. Your eyes closed, and you let the tears fall silently. You felt a pressure on your forehead, and opened your eyes to see Remus with his eyes closed, his forehead resting on yours. You placed a quick kiss on his lips. “I wish you saw yourself, the way I see you.” You whisper, your voice barely audible. You look up, into Remus’ green eyes. “Please, let me show you how special you are.” You pleaded, your (E/C) eyes, pleading with his. “Please, Remus.” You mouth.

You saw him nod, and you smile up at him, feeling yourself tearing up again. “I love you.” You said softly, before closing the gap between the two of you, placing a featherlight kiss on his lips, your lips barely brushing. After sweet, agonizing moments of your lips brushing past each other, you sighed happily when there was a little bit of pressure.

To you this was heaven. Kissing Remus like this; with so much love, as if it were only you two in the world. You loved this boy with all your heart, and you just wanted to live in this moment for together.  

You pulled away, slowly, looking up into his beautiful green orbs, the love in them mirroring your own. “I love you, Remus.” You said, your eyes tearing up again while you were gazing at the beautiful boy who had snuck into your heart.

“I love you too, (Y/N).” He whispered, his hands cupping both sides of your chin, before pulling you into a sweet kiss.

The kiss was sweet and shy, and somewhat salty from your tears, but neither of you could care less. All that mattered was that you were kissing the person you had grown to love so much.

The kiss had went from sweet and bashful, to passionate and needy. Instead of the brushing past each others lips with your lips, it was a flurry of tongues and teeth.

Your hand was cupping his face and the pad of your thumb was rubbing circles on his face. Your other hand was resting on top of his head, your fingers combing through his curly brown locks, pulling him closer to you. One of his hands rested on the small of your back, the other threading through your (H/C) hair. You arched your back, forcing your chest to rub up against him, making a small moan escape his lips.  

While the kiss was amazing, and breathtaking, the position was a little more than awkward. Your neck was getting sore from leaning so far back, and Remus’ back was starting to ache from hunching down so much.

You placed your hands on his chest and slowly started pushing him back, till the back of his legs his the wooden frame of the bed. You pulled away, before pushing him forcefully onto the bed, giggling at his little “Omf.” As he hit the mattress.

You crawled on top of him, almost acting as if you were drunk. You were most certainly drunk on Remus. He was your drug, and you were addicted.

You straddled his lap giggling slightly, before leaning down to kiss him firmly on the mouth. Your tongues were moving in a shared rhythm, instead of the normal fight for dominance that took place. You were both content with the peacefulness of the kiss. You pulled back lazily, looking down at Remus below you.

“Are you sure?” You ask, with a tone of concern. “We can stop now if you’re not comfortable.” You said, softly, while holding his hands, your fingers curling around his.

“(Y/N),” He said in the same voice as you, “I want this. I want to be with you. You are the only person I could ever see myself being with. I love you.” He said before quickly kissing you. “But are you sure that you want this?” He asked.

Instead of answering, you kissed him feverishly. He kissed you back, just as hard. Your hands found their way to the top buttons and you quickly unbuttoned the top three. You quickly pulled away, giggling a little. Your laughter died as soon as you noticed a large slash and most of it was obscured by the rest of his shirt.

You half smiled and placed a kiss on his neck, right below his ear. You nibbled at his earlobe, feeling him shiver below you. “You’re beautiful, Remus.” You whispered to him, before going back to kissing his neck. You placed butterfly kisses until you heard him moan softly. You smirked to yourself, before lightly sucking on the skin there, eliciting a louder moan from your boyfriend. You pulled away, and grinned at the mark you had left him. It wasn’t very visible, but it was enough of a warning to other people.

You kissed him on the lips again, before sitting back so that your bottom was resting on his hard-on. You smiled a bit at your heavily flushed boyfriend who was hiding his face with his arms. You snickered a bit at his embarrassment.

“Stop laughing.” He whined out. “It’s all your fault, you little minx.” He said, still hiding behind his arms. “It’s not funny.” He said, before moving his arms to rest on your hips.

“I wasn’t laughing at that.” You said, laughing even more at your mortified boyfriend. “I was laughing at how cute you are.” You said, booping his nose, before peppering kisses all over his face. “I love you.” You said, smiling at him.

He returned your smile. “I love you too.”

When he said that you both crashed your lips together for a passionate kiss. You were fighting aggressively to maintain dominance over him. Your hands slowly wandered down to where his shirt was. You slowly unbuttoned the rest of it, before pulling away from the kiss, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. He leaned up a little so that you could free him from his shirt.

You looked down at his chest and your heart filled with pain at seeing so many scars; records of how much pain he had ever been in. Without hesitating you leaned down and kissed across all of his scars. You placed feather kisses on all of them, and kissed the skin slowly.

“(Y/N).” Remus moaned out your name. You smiled up at him, before placing a kiss on his chin, and then again kissing down his chest. But this time, you were kissing every inch of available skin. You were reaching the dangerous territory of his waistband, and you could hear him take a sharp intake of breath.

You moved back, so that you were sitting on his thighs. You slowly moved both of your hands up over his crotch to the button of his jeans. You heard him breath in deeply and heard a low groan. You smirked internally before unbuttoning his pants at an agonizingly slow pace.

“(Y/N).” Remus groaned out. “Stop teasing me.” He said in a husky voice.

You responded by pulling down his pants. You stuck two fingers into the waistband of his boxers and released them hearing the elastic slap lightly against his skin. You heard his breathing pick up as you palmed him through his boxers, him grinding into your hand. His head fell back into the pillows, his eyes closed in ecstasy. You pulled away abruptly, his eyes opening, his dark irises looking slightly angry.

“(Y/N).” He growled out. “Please don’t stop, again.” He pleaded, his voice now sounding desperate.

You moved up again, so that you were sitting directly on his erection. “Patience.” You purred out, leaning down to nibble on his earlobe. You sat up, and rolled your hips a little to create some friction between the two of you, relishing in the moans you heard pass his delicious, plump lips. You slowly started to unbutton your school blouse. He was staring at you so intently, it made you bring your thighs closer together, causing you both to moan at the added friction. You had only unbuttoned half the shirt before you lost it and just pulled it off your head, very violantly, ripping off a few buttons. You threw it behind you, before leaning down to kiss Remus again.

He kissed you back just as eagerly, one of his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you down onto him. His other hand moved up slowly up the your back, until it reached your bra. He unclipped it, and you both broke away momentarily so you could slide your bra off and throw it somewhere behind you. You went back to kissing him hungrily, a moan escaping your mouth as one of his hands cupped your right breast. You moved one of your hand to his brown hair, playing with it as you other hand slowly crept down his chest to palm him again. He moaned into your mouth, his hands going down to remove his boxers, yours removing your skirt and underwear, someone not breaking the kiss.

You ground your hips into his, slicking his hard cock up with your juices. As you pulled back from the kiss, Remus and your hand went down to guide his long member to your opening. You slowly slid down onto him, both of you moaning loudly. His hands moved to rest on your hips and your went to the middle of his chest to provide yourself support as you slowly moved up and down.

You threw your head back, your eyes closed as you moaned in pure bliss. You were surprised to feel him hitting a different angle and you opened your eyes to see Remus sitting up and his arms were wrapped around you. His mouth latched onto one of your nipples and you moaned at the heavenly feeling.

The room was filled with the sounds of moans and slapping of skin on skin. You felt your high coming on, and you brought one of your hands down to rub at your clit furiously.

“Remus, I’m close!”

“Ugh! Me too, baby!” He groaned out.

He started moving inhumanly fast. You screamed out his name as you went over the edge, and heard him come right after you. He drew out your orgasms, and when you were both completely finished you both smiled at each other before kissing each other. You both pulled away, and he took you of of his softening cock, and grabbed the covers pulling them over you two.

He pulled you into him, being the big spoon and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“(Y/N)?” He asked.

“Hmm?” You hummed, half asleep and snuggling into him.

“I love you.” He whispered.

You smiled and mumbled incoherently, “I love you, too.”



A girly scream woke you and Remus up. You both sat up, and then you realized you were still naked so, you pulled covers closer to you, while Remus put an arm in front of you acting as a shield.

In front of the two of you were Sirius and James staring wide-eyed and looking traumatized. Well, Sirius looked more traumatized.

“You guys did it on my bed!?!?” He yelled, terrified.

Remus and you looked around, realizing that, infact you were not on Remus’ bed and you looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, Sirius!” You yelled frantically. “We didn’t know it was your bed!”

There was no point in denying what happened, so you were just freaking out.

“We’ll just go now.” James said awkwardly, dragging Sirius who was in mourning of his bedsheets. As they were walking away from the room, James yelled, “Hope you used protection! We don’t need a Miny Moony running around!”

“Remus.” You said, frozen in place even after they left.

“Yes, Sweetheart?” He asked, also frozen.

“I hate your friends.”

Please Destroy Me

I’m no masochist
But it’d save us all a lot of time

I’m tired
Sleeplessly sleeping on a antique floral print sofa
Walking in worn down canvas shoes
Worn down everything
Across uneven sidewalks

Everyone I know’s angry
Everyone saying
‘I’m not angry’
‘I’m not angry’
Sound waves shoot through my veins
Into my gut
If you want to hear me say I’m defeated
I’m defeated

I have nothing
No sad songs
No four chord progression
Just call my dad
And tell him I might need a ride home later

I’ve been hacked
Torn to bits
Pulverized into a protein supplement
I want to say bad things
Scream back at those who scream at me
But I have no voice
I walk ahead
With my head pointed at my feet
My eyes watering
My spine crooked
Hands shaking

100 people scream at me in unison
And I melt away

when magnus finds out alec isn’t the head

this takes place during 2x13, but doesn’t include the DNA conversation. so they’re on good terms at the beginning of this.

let me know what you think!

Magnus frowned at what he had just heard. Why in the world would Jace be given the position of Head of the Institute? That boy didn’t know how to run anything. But more importantly, why hadn’t Alec told him? Why was he hearing this from Isabelle?

Magnus snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a knock at the door. He recognised the rhythm of the knock and clicked his finger, allowing the door to swing open. Alec walked in with a beaming smile that made Magnus uneasy. Magnus realised what was happening. Alec was hurting and he didn’t want to worry Magnus.

Alec walked up to Magnus, ignoring the apparent worry on his face, and leaned in to give him a deep kiss. Magnus was taken aback by Alec’s forwardness but was only stiff for a couple of a seconds before kissing him back. Alec’s hands travelled to the back of Magnus’ head, holding him there to which Magnus felt slightly uncomfortable. “Mm…” Magnus mumbled pulling apart from a hesitant Alec whose smile was replaced by a frown.

Magnus threw a questioning look towards Alec. The boy swallowed nervously and asked, “What?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked in a gentle voice. He didn’t want to seem accusatory. They both knew that Magnus wouldn’t have been able to do anything. But that wasn’t the point.

Alec’s shifted on his feet and avoided Magnus’ gaze. “Tell you what?” he asked.

“Alec, come on,” Magnus said. Did Alec really think he was going to fool him? “You’ve wanted to be Head of the Institute for so long.” Alec sighed in defeat, a hand going to the bridge of his nose. He didn’t feel like talking about this today. Or maybe ever. “You’ve worked the hardest, you deserve it more than anyone. You’re allowed to be upset about it. At the Clave, at Jace…” Magnus paused and licked his lips in hesitation. “At me…”

Alec whipped his head up in confusion. Was Magnus really blaming himself? “Magnus,” he tsked, a look on his face that suggested his boyfriend was a little delusional.

Magnus held up a hand. “Look… I know what the Clave is like.” He looked down in and clenched his jaw. He thought the Clave was changing for the better. Alec didn’t deserve this kind of discrimination. No one did. Magnus may have lived his entire life in the Shadow World, but he couldn’t help but think how Mundane of an issue this was. Alec being gay didn’t have anything to do with his ability to be a leader. But he knew he was part of the problem as well. “They may never recognise you as a considerable leader… So if I’m an inconvenience…”

“Magnus, stop!” Alec almost shouted. “You are not and never will be an inconvenience, okay? Believe me.” Alec looked at Magnus with a sincereness that was unparalleled. Magnus let out a frustrated sigh. He didn’t want Alec to let this go. He only wanted the best for Alec and he was aware of how hard this boy had worked. It wasn’t fair.

“You can’t give up!” Magnus argued. “You’ve wanted this position your whole lif-”

“Yeah, I have,” Alec interjected. He didn’t look angry, just passionate. He took a step towards Magnus, a hand reaching for the man’s. Alec squeezed Magnus fingers. “But whether I knew it or not, you represent something I’ve wanted even more and for even longer.”

Magnus’ gaze softened as he blinked. He didn’t know what he had done to deserve Alec. In the grand scheme that had been his life, finding someone like Alec was the last thing he had expected. Magnus smiled and placed a soft kiss to Alec’s lips. Alec curled an arm around Magnus’ neck, pulling themselves closer.

Eventually breaking apart, Alec looked at Magnus with the hint of a smirk. “And don’t think I’ve given up. Jace is bound to screw up sooner or later,” he said and Magnus laughed.

i hope you enjoyed, let me know what you think! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box.

in the meantime, how i think the palace hotel scene in tokyo happened.

anonymous asked:

What's stronger - the heart of the cards or Wrestlemania?

If you wanted to combine the two, I suppose the wrestlers would be the monsters? They would be controlled by the duelists. They would have to think heavily about friendship before drawing the card they need to win.

Marik: “It’s over, Pharaoh! Witness my final attack as I end this shadow game! Roman Reigns, send his pitiful John Cena to the graveyard! SUPERMAN PUNCH!”

*Roman Reigns launches himself into the air and plummets downward, his fist pulled back.*

Yugi (thinking): “Oh no! My John Cena won’t be able to withstand his attack! Wait, my face down card! Joey gave it to me in case this happened!”

Yugi: “Marik! Your Roman Reigns is mighty, but strength means nothing if his punch misses the target! I activate my trap card, "You Can’t See Me!”

Marik: What?! No!

Yugi: By playing this card, my John Cena hypnotically waves his hand in front of his face! By losing eye contact with his target, your Roman Reigns is no longer able to locate him!“

*Reigns’ descent halts, and he just floats back to his starting location, landing on his feet.*

Marik: "Grr! You may have bought yourself some time, but stalling won’t save you from the shadows!”

Yugi: “Marik, I don’t need time! I’m going to draw the card I need to defeat you, RIGHT NOW!”

Yugi (thinking): “Joey, Tea, Tristan, I need you help more than ever! Please, let me draw the card you gave me!”

*Yugi draws a card and plays it without looking at it.“

Yugi: "Behold! I play the ritual card "Chicago Crowd!”

Marik: Not that card! That means he’s going to summon..!“

*The crowd in the arena starts chanting C.M PUNK, C.M PUNK!”

Yugi: “Yes! By playing this ritual card, and sacrificing John Cena, I summon my almighty C.M Punk! Go! Attack his Roman Reigns with Go To Sleep!”

*C.M Punk rushes at Reigns, picks him up, and delivers the Go To Sleep. Reigns explodes into shards.“

Yugi: Your Roman Reigns has been destroyed!”

*Marik’s expression of anger changes to one of malicious eagerness.*

Marik: “Ah ha ha ha! You fool! I’ve been manipulating you since the beginning! Now is the beginning of your end, Pharaoh! I play the magic card "Brass Ring!”

*A large brass ring appears in the air above C.M Punk. He jumps up, trying to grab it fruitlessly.*

Yugi: “Oh no!”

Marik: “ Oh yes! Your C.M. Punk is too distracted by trying to grab that brass ring to focus on anything else, reducing his attack points by half! And that’s not all! I summon the monster "Ryback!”

*Marik plays a card, and Ryback materializes in the ring.“

Marik: "I’m not done! I now play the magic card "Folding Table” and equip it to my Ryback!“

*A table appears, and Ryback takes hold of it.*

Yugi: "This can’t be! He was expecting me to play C.M Punk all this time?!”

Marik: “That’s right, and as I destroy him, I will also destroy what’s left of your life points! Say goodbye to your friends, Pharaoh, and get ready to spend the rest of eternity in the Shadow Realm! AH HA HA HA HA HA!”

*To Be Continued*

Originally posted by dailyniall

You’re at the pub meeting his friends for the first time, he’s been so nervous about it, he desperately wants you all to get along. He knows his friends can be a bit….much at times but they’re his whole life.

As the night goes on, he realises he needn’t have worried as he watches you laughing and joking with his cousin. He’s barely seen you alll night as you took time to sit with each of his friends, getting to know them, talking with them, laughing with them.

He watches as you throw back a shot, quicker than Deo, and you throw your arms in the air in celebration. He grins, still quite unable to believe that you were his. Willie plonks himself down next to Niall, giggling as Deo protested his defeat while you do a silly dance in his face.

“Got yourself a good one Nialler lad” he says, looking over at his cousin.

Niall swigs the last of his pint, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He nods, never breaking his gaze from you;

“Yep. Gonna marry her one day. Have me a ton of babies wit’ her”

Willie grins, slapping Nialls thigh;

“I’ll remind you of this conversation on your wedding day then”

Niall laughs, getting wearily to his feet, the alcohol clouding his senses somewhat. He makes his way over to the bar where you & Deo still stand, the latter arguing for a rematch. He sneaks up behind you, wrapping his arms round your shoulders. Immediately leaning back into him, your hands come up to grasp his forearms.

“Hey Petal” he murmurs into your ear, burying his face into your hair.

“You good?” You ask, watching as Deo takes your distraction as an opportunity to order two more shots.

“Always good when I’ve got you in me arms”

Let Me Fix Us || c.h.

ofc my love x

I M A G I N E 

“Guys, give me my phone back!” You urged, chasing Luke around the dressing room as Michael and Ashton stood around watching us. “I need my phone back, Luke!”

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any Sansa and Ned headcanons because their relationship (along with Cat and Arya's) is so underrated. People always say that Ned loved Arya more but he loved them equally and Sansa is his first girl, I can just imagine her being a daddy's girl when she was young even if she's a proper lady

Hello Anon! Yes I have headcanons about Sansa and Ned relationship (and also for Arya and Cat!) 

First: Ned is Sansa first hero. Sansa love for stories and knights comes from her admiration from her father. This is not even a headcanon, its a canon statement to me, based on actual quotes. When Sansa is feeling scared her first reaction is to think about her father, who she sees  as her Savior: 

Slowly he turned his head. Lady growled. A terror as overwhelming as anything Sansa Stark had ever felt filled her suddenly. She stepped backward and bumped into someone. Strong hands grasped her by the shoulders, and for a moment Sansa thought it was her father, 

His courser was as slim as her rider, a beautiful grey mare, built for speed. Ser Gregor’s huge stallion trumpeted as he caught her scent. The boy from Highgarden did something with his legs, and his horse pranced sideways, nimble as a dancer. Sansa clutched at his arm. “Father, don’t let Ser Gregor hurt him,“ 

Sansa I AGOT or in  Eddard VII,  when she is scared the first person she thinks about is her strong father. 

Later she associates strong solmen figures (like Ned) with protection, with safety. 

Lord Yohn still looked as though he could break most younger men like twigs in those huge gnarled hands. His seamed and solemn face brought back all of Sansa’s memories of his time at Winterfell. She remembered him at table, speaking quietly with her mother. She heard his voice booming off the walls when he rode back from a hunt with a buck behind his saddle. She could see him in the yard, a practice sword in hand, hammering her father to the ground and turning to defeat Ser Rodrik as well. He will know me. How could he not? She considered throwing herself at his feet to beg for his protection. He never fought for Robb, why should he fight for me? The war is finished and Winterfell is fallen. “Lord Royce,” she asked timidly, “will you have a cup of wine, to take the chill off?

Bronze Yohn had slate-grey eyes, half-hidden beneath the bushiest eyebrows she had ever seen. They crinkled when he looked down at her. “Do I know you, girl?”

Solemn face…grey eyes…Strong..shy with women..: GRRM wanted to make an association with Ned here. Its clear that the more a person looks like her father, the more Sansa trust him and wants to be protected by him. Which is the reason  why I believe she longs for the hound, its the reason why i believe when Sansa meets Jon again, she will trust him and choose him over littlefinger. Because seeing Jon for Sansa (with his grey eyes, long and solemn face, strong and broody..) will be like seeing her real father reborn. 

Second:  Ned feeling for Sansa.

He loved her so much. He loves her to the point of choosing to save her and ruin his honor (which is something huge, considering how honor was important to him, and the fact that he made the same hard  decision only in 1 other situation: when he takes Jon as his bastard son, shaming his reputation so he can save him from Robert fury and keep his promise to Lyanna) 

She was his little lady and he wanted her sheltered and safe. Tragically is also the reason why the mess started: Ned should have talked to Sansa and explain his reasoning for breaking the engagement with Joffrey. He didnt because he saw Sansa as his sweet child who was not ready for the ugly realty (he doesnt want Sansa to see the hard truth…a problem that he passed to her. Sansa suffers from it: she escapes reality when it gets hard, and she learned it from her father…).

From his vantage point atop the throne, he could see men slipping out the door at the far end of the hall. Hares going to ground, he supposed … or rats off to nibble the queen’s cheese. He caught a glimpse of Septa Mordane in the gallery, with his daughter Sansa beside her. Ned felt a flash of anger; this was no place for a girl.

Sansa looked up from her food. “If she can have a dancing lesson, why won’t you let me say farewell to Prince Joffrey?”

“I would gladly go with her, Lord Eddard,” Septa Mordane offered. “There would be no question of her missing the ship.”

“It would not be wise for you to go to Joffrey right now, Sansa. I’m sorry.”

Sansa’s eyes filled with tears. “But why?”

“Sansa, your lord father knows best,” Septa Mordane said. “You are not to question his decisions.”

“It’s not fair!” Sansa pushed back from her table, knocked over her chair, and ran weeping from the solar.

Septa Mordane rose, but Ned gestured her back to her seat. “Let her go, Septa. I will try to make her understand when we are all safely back in Winterfell.” The septa bowed her head and sat down to finish her breakfast. 

Thats the problem between Sansa and Ned. If he just explained to Sansa what was happening  everything would have been different. Its also unfair the different standards in the way he treats his daughters . Ned was not as stern to Arya as he was to Sansa (just like Catelyn was more understanding of Sansa needs then Aryas..).   

As for the headcanons Ned is really in awe of his first daughter, she is the perfect lady, his pretty girl and he loves her very much. He is awkard  with women, and it shows when he tries to interact with her too. Still he buys her everything she desires, from jewelery to dresses. He chaperones Sansa to turneys and feasts. And even thought he is clumsy, he still  dances  when his little princess ask him. As  for  Sansa, she  always pictures her hero to be as honorable and dutiful as her strong father Ned. Her first doll is a gift from her father and she plays with it everyday. She beams when he tells her how pretty she looks. And when her brothers and Arya scared her with stories of mosters and evil creatures she comes to her father to feel safe again. 

Coquette | 5

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: angst, the teeniest, TINIEST bit of male on female violence

note that this chapter will NOT have smut

Originally posted by ygnj

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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word count: 5,254

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I Should Change

A story in which Anxiety tries something new and needs a little reassurance.

Anxiety paced back and forth in front of his bedroom door, trying to convince himself to leave the room. He was supposed to meet the others and help film this weeks video, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the safety of his four walls. He paused in front of the full length mirror, giving a sight twirl. He cocked his head to the side, still uncertain of what to think. He had opted out of wearing his usual uniform, deciding to leave the black shirt and dark jeans behind; instead switching them out for a white t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. He continued to wear his hoodie, though, as he could only handle so much change at once.

He had woken that morning feeling a little lighter. He found himself smiling at small things and generally bopping about the house, and wanted to do something out of the ordinary. It had been quite a while since he had broken out of his shell and today seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so; however, doubts had begun slipping into his perfect mood. He was scared of what the others were going to think. Would they make fun of him? Would they like it? What if they didn’t even care enough to notice that something was different?

Shaking his head, he began taking off his hoodie and threw it on the bed before walking to his closet and riffling through it. He needed to find his regular clothing and change; he felt ridiculous for thinking that switching it up would be a good idea. His black clothing was his safety net and he didn’t understand why he thought he should get rid of it. Finally finding his black t-shirt and pants, he pulled them out and began taking his shirt off, pausing at the sound of three knocks and a door opening.

“Hey, Anxiety, are you–” Roman stepped through the door, halting at the sight of Anxiety. His eyes grew to the size of saucers and his jaw dropped, the ending of his sentence all but forgotten. He had never seen Anxiety in anything other than his dark attire, and he had to admit, this sight was nothing less than pleasing. “Anxiety, you look–”

“Save it. I already know I look ridiculous, I don’t need your ridiculing.” Roman shook his head and waved his hands in dismissal.

“You look fantastic!” He nearly screamed, running over to him. He looked him up and down, his smile growing the longer he looked. Anxiety crossed his arms, not believing a second of it. He looked comical. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t, leave dressed in this. Sensing his disbelief, Roman tugged on his arm. “C’mon, Anx, let’s go see everyone! They’re going to love this!” Anxiety shook his head and pulled back, receiving a pout in return. “Why not?”

“I look absurd, Roman. I can’t have everyone laughing and mocking me! I should change.” He quickly reached for his other shirt, after having dropped it upon the entrance of the prince, but was stopped.

“Why do you think that?” Roman’s expression was as if he had just been kicked in the side. He looked so hurt. Anxiety softened his stare slightly, sighing.

“Because it’s not me. I don’t look like myself.” He plopped down on the bed after that, feeling defeated. He looked at his feet, not wanting to look Roman in the eyes; he didn’t want to see the disappointment hidden behind them. The prince exhaled, crouching down in front of the other. He rested his hands on Anxiety’s knees, taking in his appearance. He had styled his hair a little neater than usual, swooping his fringe to the side in a collected manner. The dark purple and blue around his eyes had slightly lessened, from which he assumed was from him getting the proper amount of rest lately; and though he wouldn’t look him face to face, Roman could tell that his eyes were dark from worry.

“Anx,” he started, his voice low enough to be a purr. “You look amazing.” Anxiety bit his lip, still refusing to look at him. “Hey.” Roman cupped Anxiety’s cheek, his thumb lightly rubbing over his cheekbone. Anxiety jumped at the sudden contact but quickly relaxed into the touch, finally meeting Roman’s gaze.

“Whether you’re in your usual attire,” Roman spoke, his gaze locked on Anx’s. “Or you decide to dress up a bit, you look magnificent. You could walk out of your room one day wearing a toga and I’d still think you were the most handsome and well dressed man in the world.” A smile plastered itself onto Anxiety’s face, which in turn made Roman grin equally as large, if not bigger.

“Are you sure about that?” He asked, a challenging tone in his voice. Without hesitation Roman nodded.

“I promise.” Anxiety didn’t think it was possible to grin any larger, but he managed to do so. He took the hand away from his face and held it in his own, placing a light kiss upon it.  

“Thank you, Roman.” The prince blushed and looked away, slightly embarrassed by his reddened cheeks. Composing himself, he stood up and pulled Anxiety along with him, who was reluctant to leave the bed at first.

“Are you feeling okay enough to film? Or would you like to change?” Anxiety looked down at his clothes for a moment, contemplating. He began shaking his head after a minute of thought. He reached for his hoodie and put it on, giving a tiny grin.

“I think I’ll be okay.” Roman nodded and gave a reassuring squeeze on his arm before taking his hand and walking towards the door.

“I can’t wait to show you off to the others!” Roman said, causing them to both laugh as they made their way out of the room.

Accidents Happen... Right? [a Sebastian Smythe imagine]

Request: ok so a shy-ish reader at a coffee shop and running into sebastian (she knows he’s not the nicest guy beforehand) and spilling her coffee on him and then getting really scared that he’s going to like yell at her or something and idk i hope you get where im going with this

a/n: i love seb so much bless

You really weren’t having a good day. Mr. Shue had you stay back for detention because you threw a pen at Puck. In your defense, he totally deserved it. Then you had to climb that stupid rope in gym class…or tried to. Honestly, that test in history you just completely bullshitted. You really needed coffee.

After the barista calls your name, your hands wrap around the brown paper Lima Bean cup, picking it up from the counter. “Thank you.” you whisper, smiling slightly at the women. Spinning on your sneaker heel, you start walking towards the usual table you sit at. Unfortunately for you,  your arm bumps into someone’s chest, spilling your coffee all over them.

All over their navy blazer…all over their Dalton blazer- oh shit. Your eyes widen at the sight of Sebastian, the current leader of the Warblers. “I-I’m so so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” you apologize, tears welling as you shake your head. “P-please don’t yell at me…” you wince, mentally preparing yourself for the hate storm coming.

His fiery green eyes soften, scowl slowly disappearing. You are…scared of him? Huh, it doesn’t feel good like it usually does. Sebastian stands up straighter, shrugging. “Eh. I needed to get this dry cleaned anyway. It reeks of public school.” he coughs, rolling his eyes. You gulp, light cyan shirt dropping off your shoulder. “What?” he bites, causing you to hop faintly.

“You… you aren’t gonna yell at me?” you quip timidly, watching him stare at you with a bland expression. “I… I ruined your uniform…” you sniffle, scuffing your black Vans on the tan tiles, gripping the empty cup to your chest.

The Warbler smirks, shrugging out of the blazer, leaving him in the white button down and red and navy tie. “Unlike people at McKinley, I have a closet full of clothes.” he chuckles, running a hand through his perfectly styled chestnut locks. You blink back stray tears, cheeks heating up. “Hey, come on, I’m trying to be nice. Doesn’t seem like it when you’re crying.” he jokes, squinting while he bends down.

Wiping your face, you shift on your feet awkwardly, shaking your head. You rub your temples, lip  quivering faintly. “Sorry, I… I’ve had a shitty day…” you admit quietly, slumping your shoulders in defeat.

Sebastian frowns, hands running down his dress slacks as he glares around the coffee shop. “Tell me about it over coffee.” he states rather than asks; you raise an eyebrow hesitantly. Scoffing, he leans to your ear, “Hopefully no one sees me with a McKinley.” he smirks, enjoying the way you blush. “So, what should I order you?”

Reyna Writes: Back To Us [EPILOGUE?!]

(art by @edendaphne; do not steal, edit, or repost

The little girl played with her dolls in the living room, grinning toothily, despite the fact that she had a couple missing. Her dark hair was tied into a braid at the back of her head, and her dark hands rubbed at her dark brown eyes as she yawned. It was getting late…almost time for her father to come pick her up. She would beg him when he got there, let her stay the night! It wasn’t like her aunt would mind—she even said herself that she loved babysitting. Her father would complain that he had come all that way to pick her up, and her aunt would laugh and tease him about being the favorite adult. The little girl felt a bit bad about that; it wasn’t like she didn’t love her father. But when she was at her aunt’s house, she got to run around and play as much as she wanted! And ice cream, so much ice cream. Why would she ever want to go home?

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Here Comes Your Man

Prompt: @imamotherfuckingstar-lord‘s song challenge - my song was ‘Here Comes Your Man’ by the Pixies. My character was Jim Kirk. I had SO much fun writing this. And listening to the Pixies.
Word Count: 2111
Author’s Note: Oh Jim. You do make a girl’s heart go pitty-pat. I used the song lyrics as the section dividers - I think it kind of works thematically. You’ll have to believe me that I let the song lead the fic ;)

Outside there’s a box car waiting, Outside the family stew

The wind rushed through your ears as you flew down the highway on the old PX70, headed away toward the shipyard. You were determined to make the shuttle leaving for the academy, hell or high water. You smoothed down your hair as you dismounted from the bike, and stowed your keys in your pocket. The security guy at the perimeter raised an eyebrow at you.

“Last person came gunning in here like that left me his keys,” he winked. You rolled your eyes.

“That’s an antique. Probably worth more than the shuttle. I’m not giving it to you. My dad’ll be by to pick it up this afternoon,” you shot back, skipping a stair as you bounded onto the shuttle. Once you were buckled in, you closed your eyes and relaxed.

Out by the fire breathing, Outside we wait ‘til face turns blue

Jim Kirk. You remembered him, vaguely, from high school. He was that misunderstood genius delinquent that all the girls loved to get caught under the bleachers with. You’d fancied yourself interested at one point, but you’d never once caught his eye, and finally gave up, moving on to non-genius delinquents who were probably not as fun, but easily as much trouble. And really, two genius delinquents in one relationship was probably one too many anyhow.

After high school, you’d headed to university for engineering, and discovered your aptitude for mechanics. It had led to your hire at a shop that restored and updated old cars and motorcycles. When Christopher Pike had brought in an old motorcycle for a retrofit, he’d seen the way you worked and started the recruitment speech. He even went as far as to look you up, and throw your aptitude scoring back at you.

Which was how you wound up sitting behind Jim Kirk in a lecture of xenoanthropology in a command track class. All those repressed feelings from high school bubbled to the surface when you saw the line of his jaw, flexed with concentration. When the prof called on you to answer a complicated question about the Prime Directive, he turned and you saw a flash of recognition in those blue eyes. You smirked, somewhat lopsidedly, and winked at him before he turned back to his seat. You weren’t sure, but you thought his ears might be a bit redder.

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