None of us are getting out of here alive, so please stop treating yourself like an after thought. Eat the delicious food. Walk in the sunshine. Jump in the ocean. Say the truth that you’re carrying in your heart like hidden treasure. Be silly. Be kind. Be weird. There’s no time for anything else.
🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~

Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”


Originally posted by lethargicmin

Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

Originally posted by asdfghobi

Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

Originally posted by hossiki

Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

Originally posted by itschiminie

Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

Originally posted by jitamin

Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

Originally posted by jeonbase

(I did not make these gifs!)


Prompt: Keith leaves Lance handcuffed to a thing on a planet again, as a practical joke. What he didn’t know is that it was nighttime on the surface of the planet, and the sun was rising, and it’s about to get HOT. While he only leaves Lance there for about half an hour, it’s enough for him to come back to a nearly passed out, super dehydrated, boiling hot blue paladin.

“What was it you wanted to show me?” Lance asked, following Keith onto a semi-deserted planet. It looked as though the surface had been hit by some kind of asteroid and left only remains of trees and a strange terrain behind. But that was decades ago, if the thin sheet of grass covering the ground was anything to go by. The trees had new life growing out from their destroyed stumps. But there were no animals to be seen.

Keith led the way toward what used to be some kind of lake. It was all dried out but there was still a little foliage at the bottom. Just at the edge of the has-been lake, Lance leaned against a tree to peer down into the ditch. “Wow, it’s kinda cool. But we travelled a whole galaxy away from the castle on our day off for some dried-out lake?” He turned an unamused expression to Keith.

Without saying anything, Keith whipped out a pair of handcuffs and slapped them to Lance’s wrists and snapped them to the tree he was holding onto. A glowing blue chain zipped around the tree and connected Lance’s two cuffs. He blinked and looked down, pulling experimentally. “Seriously? Again?” He asked in a whine. Keith chuckled.

“Don’t worry you whiner. I’ll be back in a little bit. Just uh, gonna get some food. Maybe go to the space mall again,” he turned away from Lance to hide his smirk. No, what they were really planning was a surprise party for Lance. They had found out that his birthday was coming up and needed to get him away from the castle so the others could decorate. Keith volunteered to distract Lance. But his idea of a ‘distraction’ was a bit restrictive. Keith didn’t see anything wrong with it though. The planet was more or less cool, there was enough light to be able to see easily, and there was a nice breeze. Lance’s oxygen wouldn’t run out and he could survive for less than an hour if Keith were to go back and help decorate for a little while, then come back to get him. Lance would complain about it the entire ride back to the castle, but when he sees what a great job they’ll do decorating, Keith knows he’ll forget all about his anger.

Lance tugged more desperately on the handcuffs. “Keith, come on buddy! Don’t leave me here! Who set you up to do this, huh? Was it Hunk? Did he dare you to do this and see how I’d react?” He started rambling, getting louder when he saw Keith start to walk back to his lion. They had carpooled in Red, so Keith didn’t have to worry about trying to transport Blue away from the planet. “Wait! Don’t leave me! Keith!” Lance pulled hard on his handcuffs, but Keith didn’t listen and the cuffs didn’t give way. Then Keith was getting into his lion and taking off.

Groaning, Lance slumped. So he was going to be there for a while, he figured. Whatever, it wasn’t the end of the world. He just wished there were some kind of nature to watch. A bird or squirrel. He wished the lake was full of water and he could watch some fish.

He readjusted his position and settled onto his knees, hands to his face like he was praying. But he turned his face to the sky. It was a nice day on this planet! Nice and warm. After basking in the heat of the sun, Lance turned his eyes to the grass. It swayed ever so gently in the cool breeze. It didn’t look exactly like normal grass, but it looked close enough to it. There was a white stripe down the center of the blades, and they were a lot softer than grass on earth. Almost mossy in texture. But they had the appearance of grass. It was green and everything, which was rare, Lance had learned from their expeditions.

Lance shifted again, unsticking the back of his knees from his uniform and rolling his shoulders to try to loosen the fabric around his neck. A trickle of sweat beaded on his temple and tickled his neck. “Eugh, I’m sweating a lot,” he realized. Turning his face upward again, he was surprised to see a very bright, very large sun much closer than it had been less than a minute ago. His eyes widened. “Oh quiznak…” he breathed. Shuffling, he tried to scoot to the other side of the tree he was tied to, but the cuffs wouldn’t budge, keeping him on one side of the tree. “No no, come on!” He begged to no one, trying to see if he could break the cuffs or hack them off. But he wasn’t a tech wizard like Pidge or Shiro, or strong like Hunk or Keith. No, he was stuck here until Keith came back to unlock him.

With every passing second, the sun grew hotter and hotter, brighter and whiter. Soon Lance was panting for breath, sweat making the inside of his suit damp and humid. It was getting hot, but heat wasn’t something Lance wasn’t used to. Back home, it would get up to the 100’s on a particularly bad day. It was uncomfortable but it wasn’t unbearable. He pulled on the memory of spending time with his younger siblings and cousins, playing in the sprinklers while his mom served them all ice-cold lemonade…

Just the thought of something cool on his throat made him feel better. But he was still sweating up a storm. He pressed his eyes closed, trying to ignore it. But it was getting very bright and he could see red behind his eyelids, like he was looking directly into the sun rather than down into the grass.

His skin started to burn and a part of him wondered if the paladin armor had SPF in it or if he’d be affected by the light. It definitely started to hurt, and Lance’s breaths came in ragged gasps. It didn’t help that the breeze had completely stopped.

“Hello?” He called into his comm, hoping Keith was still online. “Keith, do you come in? It’s getting really hot out here, please man. Enough, come get me.”

No answer.

“Keith, please! Come in, Mullet, get me out of this death trap!”

Still no answer.

Panic started to set in. Lance felt himself start to hyperventilate and he tried to scoot into his own shade. But the white stripe on the blades of grass reflected the sun right back up at him and made it nearly impossible to hide in shade. He whimpered, feeling his hands and feet getting clammy and wet. Sweat was dripping off his nose every few seconds, and his hair was soaked at this point.

Vaguely, Lance wondered how long the days on this planet were. He suddenly realized why there was no life other than the nature. They had been killed by the immense heat from the sun. The plants developed their white stripe to reflect the sun that way they wouldn’t burn from the power. The planet hadn’t created its protective ozone layer yet, but the plants were working on it. But Lance had the unlucky chance to be stuck there before it had its protective atmosphere.

His legs felt like jello and he felt so uncomfortable and wet just sitting there in full blast of the sun’s dangerous rays.

Suddenly, he felt the wetness start to evaporate. The inside of his suit was still slightly damp, but his skin wasn’t making any more sweat. While he was relieved for a moment, a fresh wave of panic seized him. It wasn’t getting any cooler, but he wasn’t sweating? That’s gotta be bad. Heat exhaustion? Something like that. His mind was too muddled and unfocused, he couldn’t really assess his symptoms. But he knew that it was bad.

“Keith,” he rasped through a dry mouth, feeling the world spinning around him. He pressed his eyes shut tight and felt himself gag as the dizziness only increased. When nothing came up, he continued in a strained voice, “Come on man, it’s not funny anymore…”

Lance’s mind fuzzed out completely and the overly bright light dimmed to a pinprick.

Then it went out.


Smiling to himself, Keith hurried back to the castle. When he walked in, Shiro gave him a strange look. “Where’s Lance?” He asked. “I thought you were distracting him for us?”

Keith smirked. “Yeah, I’d say he’s pretty distracted,” he folded his arms. “I just chained him to a tree like Nyma did. I’ll go get him after we’re done. The more hands we have helping, the better, right?” Shiro seemed reluctant, but eventually nodded. Keith hopped up onto a chair next to Allura’s and started hanging up the streamers. Or…the Altean equivalent of streamers, with a bit of a human twist. Coran and Pidge had gone to the mall to get some balloons. Hunk was busy in the kitchen trying to bake a cake. Shiro was using his cybernetic hand to slice up a large colored piece of tissue paper into small strips for Keith and Allura to hang up.

They continued working for a while. Hunk finished baking the cake and was starting to ice it when Coran and Pidge returned with levitating colored orbs that could pass as balloons if you didn’t look too closely at them. Pidge started stationing them over everyone’s seats at the table with Shiro’s help, and Coran started making more Altean streamers for Keith and Allura.

Finally, it was more or less done. Just a few final touches. But the whole dining room looked like it was ready for a major party; balloons floated around the room, streamers hung cheerfully from the ceiling, there was a ‘Happy Birthday’ banner hanging on the wall, the smell of cake filled the room and Hunk’s masterpiece sat as the table centerpiece. Overall, it looked pretty decent for the strange resources they had.

“I think we’re ready for him!” Hunk announced, a proud look in his eyes. “Where was he again?”

Keith had already started to suit up once more, having taken off his armor while he was decorating. “Just a planet not too far from here. I pulled a Nyma on him and left. Thought he’d enjoy the reference.” Everyone rolled their eyes at the mention of Nyma. Lance had a habit of getting himself into compromising positions fairly often, didn’t he? Keith shrugged on the last of his armor and fastened his helmet to his head. “I’ll go get him. We’ll be back in less than ten minutes.”

As he started flying back to the planet, he opened his communication link with Lance. “Hey Lance, miss me?” He asked snarkily. But there was no reply. Keith rolled his eyes, thinking Lance was just too angry to answer him. “Come on, don’t be this way. Trust me, you’ll like what we have planned for you.” But there was still no answer. Keith frowned. “Lance?”

An alert startled him. Flashing on Red’s screen were the words, 'WARNING: SYSTEM OVERHEATING’ and he had to reread it a few times before it really clicked. System overheating? Sure, the sun was really bright, but— Oh god.

“Oh no, no no…” Keith swore darkly under his breath and pushed his lion toward the planet he had left Lance on. He thought it was far enough away from the sun that it wouldn’t affect him. But apparently the orbit was more elliptical than he had thought, and now the sun was nearly right on top of it. And Lance didn’t have a lion, just his jumpsuit and armor.

Keith landed the lion and tried to use his bio scanner to search for life. It was too bright to see clearly, with everything reflecting back up at him. But the scanner wasn’t working. He tried to reload it a few times, but it never finished scanning. The sun must have been overloading the scanner. Looks like he’d have to do this the long way. So he urged Red into a run, and together they searched for the blue paladin.

The search was in vain for a little bit, but then Red sent a warning through Keith, and when he looked where she was focusing on, he saw that there was a small splash of blue against the blinding white background. Without thinking twice, Keith unbuckled himself and leaped out of the cockpit and rushed to Lance, who was slumped to the side, hands still tied to the tree.

Keith released the handcuffs instantly and Lance fell into Keith’s waiting arms. “Lance! Oh my god, Lance come on, wake up!” But Lance laid motionless and limp. Keith was about to rip off his helmet to see if he was breathing, but thought better of it when Red sent a rumble through his mind. Right, do this in the lion. He hooked his arms under Lance’s knees and behind his back, hoisting him up bridal-style and rushing back to Red, who had her mouth open and ready for the two paladins.

She made a worried whine when she sensed that only one of her two passengers was awake, and immediately took off and started to fly back to the castle while Keith tended to Lance. He pulled off their helmets and put his ear down to Lance’s mouth. A wave of relief washed over him when he felt a tiny, ragged puff of breath on his cheek. But his hand hovered over Lance’s forehead. Heat radiated up through his glove and Keith’s mouth pressed into a line.

Ripping off his gloves, Keith pressed his hand to Lance’s forehead and recoiled like he’d been burned. Which he honestly thought had happened. He looked at his hand and saw no visible burns. But Lance’s body was definitely overheating. Keith carded his fingers through Lance’s hair to get it off his face, and was surprised to feel that his hair was stiff from moisture, but it felt completely dry to the touch. He had even stopped sweating. Keith was no stranger to heat. Living in the desert, he had had his full share of heat exhaustion and bouts of hyperthermia. He knew all about it. But he had never reached heat stroke status. But it seemed Lance had.

Quickly, Keith pulled Lance from his suit, laying him out on the cool metal of the floor of the lion. His mind was short-circuiting. What did he have that he could give Lance to help him feel better? Water? No, he only planned on being in the lion for a little bit. He didn’t bring anything other than his armor. He had literally nothing to help Lance with.

Keith chewed on his lip and crawled up to Lance’s head, supporting his upper body on his lap. He looked up to Red’s view screen and squinted at it. “How much longer?” He growled in agitation. Red growled back and sent him a calming vibe shortly after. “We don’t have a few more minutes, Red! Hurry! Full thrusters, Lance isn—!”

A sudden intense pressure on his lap made Keith look down. Lance’s eyes were screwed shut and his back was arching, head trying to throw itself back but being blocked by Keith’s support. Then his arms and shoulders tensed up and Lance began to convulse. Keith cried out, trying to keep Lance from bashing his head into the metal floor but not knowing what to do. Lance’s jaw worked and then a bit of blood trickled down his cheek. Keith felt useless, supporting Lance’s head on either side as the seizure continued. His hands ached from where they were touching Lance, his skin felt like it was on fire. But Keith held on until Lance was done, the jerking motions slowing down to nothing. Then he was limp again in Keith’s lap, breaths labored and shallow and fast.

Keith just continued to hold onto Lance’s head, heart racing as he tried to figure out what to do. There was still a bit of blood coming out of Lance’s mouth, and his breathing sounded painful. Keith gently pushed Lance to his side and stood up on his knees to see how much longer. Thankfully, the hangar door was open and Red was flying in. Thank god, Keith would be getting help soon.

He looked down to Lance and saw a small puddle of blood and foamy spit pooling at his mouth. Keith  was about to lay him on his side again, but heard Lance breathing just the tiniest bit easier. He also felt like it was good that whatever was in his mouth was coming out, so he kept him on his side and just rubbed circles on his back to soothe him, trying to ignore the heat radiating off him. “Hang in there Lance, help is on the way.”

On cue, the door to Red opened and the others rushed in with Shiro in the lead. “Keith, what’s going on? You didn’t answer us when we tried asking where you were, and— Good god, what happened?”

Keith gathered Lance in his arms again and stood, looking remorsefully at his team. “I-I didn’t realize the planet got so hot during the day. He’s got heat stroke, we have to get him in a healing pod NOW!” Hunk ran forward without asking any questions and took Lance from Keith, rushing him to the infirmary.

Shiro watched as Pidge ran with Hunk, then placed a reassuring hand on Keith’s shoulder. “It’s alright, don’t worry. He’s going to be fine. He’s been through worse.”

“But it’s my fault… This was supposed to be a fun day for him. Not for him to get heat stroke, of all things…”

“Maybe, but I know he won’t blame you. He’ll understand that it came from a good place. And when he sees what an awesome job we did decorating, he’ll forget all about it. You’ll see.”

Keith sighed, slumping to the ground and gripping his head in his hands. “I really hope so…”

Shiro squeezed Keith’s shoulder, but then frowned, raising his human hand up to Keith’s forehead. “I think you’ve got a bit of heat exhaustion yourself, Keith.” He said worriedly. Keith was about to argue, but felt a wave of nausea rise up and send a full headache bursting through his head. He winced.

“Maybe you’re right.” Keith leaned on Shiro, who helped him to the pods. While he just had one arm around Shiro at first, with every step he grew more and more exhausted and his brain became slower and slower.

But eventually they made it to the infirmary. Just before he climbed into his own pod, Keith caught eye of Lance’s pod. His temperature was 105.7 and he looked very flushed and tired. But at least he was in a pod and he was healing. Keith slumped into his pod and started to relax.

They’d both get better.

And then they’d have Lance’s party.

A/N: So it’s not EXACTLY like the prompt, but it’s very close to it ^^ I hope you enjoyed! Sorry for any errors, I just wrote it and sent it as fast as I could. No rereading or editing xD

Bitten (Baekhyun x Reader)

Originally posted by flesss


Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

Description: You and Baekhyun encounter something in the forest and it leaves you confused if Baekhyun is really telling the truth.

Genre: Smut // Fluff // Slight Angst

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader

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That might’ve been the fifth time a groan escaped out of Byun Baekhyun’s body interrupting you as you read. You try not to get annoyed with your friend as you fold the corner of the book to keep your place. If he was going to put a pause on your reading with all his groaning it was better to find out what the problem was sooner than later.

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SOPE - probably.
  • Yoongi: You know, a friend of mine thinks you are cute af
  • Hoseok: oh, really? well introduce us!
  • Yoongi: Actually, you know what, i'm the friend I was talking about but I was trying to flirt in a special and cool way and you fucked the whole thing up and I have no one to introduce you to, so i'm really embarrased rn, lol, Imma just get the fuck out of here and please pretend this never happened, fuck you, bye.

H O R R O R . P R O M P T S

  • “I just got back from the cemetery.”
  • “I swear I just saw someone… or something looking in my window.”
  • “I know I closed the damn closet door, but it keeps opening! Please tell me this is just some kind of joke you keep pulling.”
  • “What’s behind you in these pictures…?”
  • “Apparently like 20 years ago, some girl slaughtered her family in the basement.”
  • “I think there’s something about this house that you’re not telling me.”
  • “I keep hearing noises coming from the attic…”
  • “I know what I saw, and whatever is in the basement… it’s not human!”
  • “I didn’t have time to see what it was! I just got the hell out of there!”
  • “Whose grave were you bringing flowers to…?”
  • “The electricity guy said there was absolutely nothing wrong – and yet, the lights always flicker on at 2am. Explain that to me?”
  • “Why don’t you spend the night in that house ‘alone’, then try to convince me that you don’t believe in ghosts.”
  • “Y-you don’t understand, he didn’t have a face!”
  • “I had a dream that I killed you.”
  • “Ah, yes… the room you’re staying in. It’s a paranormal hot spot, apparently.”
  • "I keep hearing whispers at night… I-I can’t sleep!”
  • “There was something else in there with me, I’m not going back to that house.”
  • “Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”
  • “Are you trying to tell me I’ve been sleeping in a dead girl’s room!?”
  • "I keep getting the feeling that someone is following me.”
  • “Don’t panic… but I think there’s someone else in the house.”
  • “I can still feel her/his ghost, and it’s killing me…”
  • “There’s something growling in the basement… could you, uh… check it out for me?”
  • “Can you just… can you please check the closet?”
  • “P-please… put the knife down.”
  • “I bought this haunted ring on eBay!”
  • “No, no, no – run!”
  • "I didn’t forward one of those freaky chain letters and now I keep hearing the laughter of children coming from my hallways at night.”
  • “The dead are all around us…”
  • “She’s dead! She’s dead and yet I keep seeing her, everywhere!”
  • “There’s something breathing under the bed…”
  • "You can’t tell me you don’t believe in ghosts after all we’ve been through.”
  • “I saw something I wasn’t supposed to see, something… that wasn’t supposed to be here.”
  • “Maybe an exorcism is in order…?”
  • “I woke up, and it was j-just… staring at me.”
  • “He was there, then like a second later he literally vanished! I saw it happen!”
  • “I like the ghosts here… they keep me company.”
  • "You can’t honestly tell me you’re in love with a dead girl.”
  • “Wasn’t someone murdered in this house? Why are we here?”
  • “If dying means being with him/her, kill me. I’d be happier that way.”
  • “Ghosts aren’t real. You need help.”
  • “…what do you mean we didn’t talk last night? You came over, you were here.”
  • “You saw something you weren’t supposed to see. And now… now you know what has to be done.”
  • “I’m pretty sure my toaster’s haunted.”
  • "What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
  • “Don’t! Don’t you dare open that door!”
  • “I visited his/her grave for the first time today…”
  • “Something terrible happened here, didn’t it?”
  • “Wh-why do you have a knife…?”
  • "You’re all bloody, what happened!?”
  • “You know that book from The Evil Dead? Yeah, well… I’m pretty sure we found something pretty damn similar to it.”
  • “You’re bleeding…”
  • “How can you not see it…? I’m dead! I’ve been dead for years!”
  • “I’ve always wanted to see you choking on your own blood.”
  • “I’m sorry, I’m busy Friday with the… funeral and all.”
  • “I’ll never forget the sound of his screaming.”
  • “From the looks of it, the afterlife is a lot more fun than this.”
  • "Legend has it that you can still hear her crying for her lover in the dead of night.”
  • “I want to be dead, too.”
  • “Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.”
  • "Whoa – wait! Please don’t go down there… let’s just get out of here, please?”
  • “You played with a Ouija board!?”
  • “Me and some friends played with a Ouija board the other night… and things have been a little strange since then.”
  • “There’s so much negative energy in this house… do you know if someone died here?”
  • “You’re always hanging out in cemeteries… and yeah, it’s kinda creepy.”
  • "They just don’t believe like they used to…”
  • “I will haunt you until the end of time.”
Misconceptions-Chapter 2

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Natasha x Bucky, Platonic Tony x reader.

Warnings: ANGST. Pregnancy, violence, insecurity and self-loathing, Mutant reader (powers similar to Jean from X-men with a little immortality thrown in) smut maybe? i may add a little Logan if Ya’ll are into that kinda thing. Sad Bucky. 

 This one physically hurt. i aint gonna lie. Dont hate me. 

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

Tony stares at you, mouth slack “oh Jesus, oh (y/n)” I’m crying now you can get through this (y/n) big girl panties. “ I need to leave T. He can never know, no one can, this is my responsibility” Tony opens his mouth to protest, you hold up your hand silencing him “no Tony I see how he looks at her, he’s undeniably in love with her, its Natasha for fuck sake” you take a deep breath, fresh tears accumulating in your eyes “I’m not Natasha, I’m a freak, A mistake” Bucky’s earlier words echo in your head. Mistake just a mistake “I’ll never be able to give him what she does Tony, and I’m sure as hell not letting a mistake Buck made ruin his relationship. I’m leaving and I need your help T” you shove down the onslaught of emotions, its fraying the edge of your control, you’re losing the ability to keep a lid on your telekinesis and you need to stop. Now or you’re going to have, what you have affectionately labelled in your head as an “episode”. “I need new papers, new passport a new identity. An apartment a new life, I need to get out of here T”

“please Tony I need you to do this for me, I have no one else” you whisper.

He stares at you hard lines decorating his face, you can hear the battle going on inside his head and you know you’ve won. “Alright kiddo, I don’t agree with this but I’ll do as you ask, get your shit together you leave in 3 days” you heave a relieved sigh and throw your arms around him “Thank you tony. Thank you” he gently pries your arms away from him “go pack. Do it quietly. They will suspect” you nod, mentally steeling yourself to make your entrance back into the communal area you’re doing the right thing (y/n), you can’t force him to be with you. He chose Natalia and you are not going to ruin that. Admittedly your inner monologue is not helping and you can feel your carefully crafted façade cracking. You have to do this. You love him. You have to.


“you and Bucky” Nat asks with a sly smirk “me and Bucky?” you counter, “what’s going on there kitty? Are you dating?” you pale, totally unprepared for Nat’s super special spy skills “I uh. we um…I don-” you splutter “Ah come on now (y/n), I’m your bestie dish bitch” motherfucking Natasha. “we aren’t dating Nat. we sleep together, I help with his nightmares, we watch movies and listen to music, he’s a male version of you, but we have sex” you answer, skirting around what’s she’s really asking you “do you have feelings for him? Does he- “she takes a breath “does he have feelings for you” she finally asks, you hear the worry in her tone and feel the affection for her double, you didn’t deserve her, you really didn’t “No natty its jut stress relief. A man like Buck is not going to catch feelings for the first dame to float his way in 70 years” She frowns at you “I wish you would stop doing that kitty. There’s nothing wrong with you” you scoff and turn away missing the relieved look on her face as she contemplates your words.  


Bucky is waiting for you when you return to your bedroom, the face you love so much staring at you, hurt and confusion flicker in his eyes “Kitty” he says in the low baritone that sends shivers down our spine “what’s going on?” he asks “why are ya avoiding me? Did I do somethin’ wrong doll?” his voice cracks on the last syllable, what you’re doing to him breaks your heart but you have to break him, dismantle the friendship you spent years cultivating or he will come look for you, Bucks nothing but loyal. Dude doesn’t know when to quit.

You square your shoulders and muster the most acidic tone you can “what have you done buck? You fucked me for six months, used me, broke me and then threw me away like trash when my best friend finally decided to look at you” you’re shaking now, Bucky’s face falls with every venomous word you hurl at him, pain and anger flashing across his features “I was nothing more to you than a warm body to stick your dick in and soothe your fucked up mind” he stands abruptly, looming over you trying his best to contain his anger “ what the fuck (y/n)! ya agreed! No feelings, no attachment, I didn’ ask ya to feel anything for me, I didn’ want ya to feel anything for me” you suck in a sharp breath “that’s on ya and I won’t apologize for takin what ya offered me so willingly” he’s looking at you straight in the eye, this isn’t your Bucky. You don’t know this man, cold and calculated, indifferent to the obvious pain etched on your face “and why the fuck did ya think this was anything more than a quick fuck, that I wanted anything more from ya?” he spits out through clenched teeth.

“ya aint nothing special doll” Your bottom lip quivers, willing yourself not to cry, not too breath, His face twists in horror as he realizes what he’s said “(y/n) Jesus, no wait I mean-”he desperately tries to back peddle

 “So this is what dying feels like” you think

“Get out. Now. Don’t look at me. Don’t speak to me. I never want to see your face again sergeant Barnes” your voice is flat, calm, devoid of all emotion.

“kitty please, I’m so so- “he pleads “GET OUT JAMES! GET THE FUCK OUT” you’re screeching, sobbing, slamming your fists into his chest “IF YOU WANT TO THROW ME AWAY THEN FUCKING LEAVE YOU SON OF A BITCH”

“(y/n) …” He tries “Get. Out James’ you seethe.

He takes a step towards you, arms outstretched, desperately trying to pull you into his arms “don’ do this, please, don’ shut me out, let’s talk this out baby please i’m sorry” he begs.

“No.” balling your fists. you stare him down and hiss “I aint nothing special Barnes, remember?” You see him break then, the sound that leaves his mouth caught between a gasp and a wail,his face mirroring what your trying so hard not to let out, he physically deflates, shoulders slumping in defeat. You take a morbid sense of pleasure knowing that you have hurt him as much as he hurt you, mistake just a mistake.

He leaves without another word.

You send out your resignation letter the same night.

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I really feel bad, when I'm with friends, I'll go open mic and sometimes people will join the group and they'll be subjected to:



 -"PLeAse I’m ALonE On the PoiNt I’m alone on the point I’m so alone I’m gonna DIE-I’m dead" 

 -"PLEASE COME TO THE LEDGE THEYRE GOING TO KILL ME I” (as a mercy who needs a get away) 

 -“please…do damage” (me as a mercy trying to pocket someone



 -"that bastard is following me, 1v1 me, bitch" 

 -"gold damage, whattup" 

 -"widowmaker up top widowmaker- ACK" 

 -*constant swearing 



 -“there’s a bastion up there, let’s wombo combo on his face" 

 -"is that a turr-IT’S BASTION" 

 -"beware the microwave she approacheth" 

 -*me absentmindedly imitating a voice line, usually "apagando las luces" 

 -*me arguing with my brother who’s a dick and doesn’t give a shit about chattering into strangers’ ears 

 -"wtf she ate it" 

 -"WASTED ULT, im sorry”


 -*as Junkrat "I’m gonna suicide bomb this Reinhardt" 

 -*as lucio "can’t catch me can’t catch me, guys I’m contesting get here asap and I’m dead, great" 

 -"oh my god I fucking SAW that, holy shit" 

 -"THAT SNIPER IS CARRYINGGG did you see that, she shot me right in the face" 

 -"what…what are you doing” *insert laughter as I wait to respawn

-”how did Dva kill me through a WALL?” 


-”this game is BROKEN”


-” J E S U S  C H R I S T” 

Prank War Gone Wrong

request: Hey love! I really liked your first writing! Can I request a Sirius Black x reader? Something like when The Marauders are very close to the reader and they pull a prank on them, and usually they are very easy going but that one time they get really scared and start to cry and then Sirius comforts them and makes them laught? This got longer then I planed it to be, but I hope you can do it. ^w^ Have a lovely day! <3

hope you like it!! and hearing compliments on my other writings makes me so happy so thank you so much omg xxx

You had decided to skip lunch today, considering you had a major Defense test in the next two days and being distracted by all the food and loud noises wouldn’t help you pass the test. You stayed in the Gryffindor Common room with a fluffy blanket draped over your legs as the fire crackled loudly. 

You were reading through the textbook on the recent lessons, refreshing your mind of the topic which was Defensive Spells. Your wand was in your dominant hand and as you mouthed the words on the page, your hand was going in motions along with the pictures that your eyes were reading over. 

You heard the portrait swing open and your eyes glanced up for a split second to see who it was. Of course, it was your best friends. 

“Hey (Y/N), whatcha up to?” Lily asked, plopping down on the open sofa cushion at the end of your feet. You took a deep breath and closed the book.

“Defense. It’s so annoying.” You answered, running your hands through your hair. 

“You know (Y/N), you’re going to have to start taking some kind of blame for these pranks you keep making us do. I can’t even count how many detentions I have with McGonagall on one hand.” James exclaimed. You smiled.

“Yeah okay.” You answered sarcastically. “That won’t happen. I’m the Prank God.” 

All four boys broke out into laughter. “What’s so funny?”

“What’s funny is, is that you think your the best at pranks.” Sirius answered as he grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers. “It’s okay babe, you just have a big ego s’all.” 

You pulled your hand out of Sirius’ and gave them a confused look. “You said it yourself! That I have to have to stop making up pranks because it lands you four boys into trouble. It’s me making these plans, not you guys! Lily has more of a say in them than you do.” 

All four boys gave each other smirks before looking at you mischievously. “Oh no.” Lily muttered. 

“What’s that I hear, sounds like you want a Prank War, (Y/L/N).” Remus said, crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Oh, you’re so on.” You stated, getting up with confidence before grabbing your books and heading to your dorm. 


The teams were you versus all of the Marauders. Pretty unfair in numbers but you knew you could beat them. Although, you’ve been paranoid the next couple of days. In every class, James and Sirius would send each other glances with their eyebrows raised and smirks on their faces, Remus would lean back in his chair with the same smirk and his arms crossed over his chest and Peter would giggle and try to compose himself. Needless to say, this put you on edge. But that didn’t mean you didn’t have any tricks up your sleeve. Whether it be putting a charm in James’ tea so whenever he would try to say the any of the boys’ names he would just yell. Or putting a stop to Remus’ bad knuckle cracking habit, that each time he went to do it, he would slap the person nearest to him; this didn’t leave any of the other boys happy as well. And much more. 

They did nothing to you so far. Yes, they would creep up behind you and scare you before breakfast or some elementary school type of pranks, but nothing Marauder-Style has happened yet. 

You were constantly on the look out. After skipping lunch for the third time this week to put in one last study session before the big test next period, you placed down your bag and searched for your book in your bag. 

“Where the hell is it?” You muttered to yourself, becoming frustrated. You didn’t want to lose anytime that you could be studying. You groaned and walked around the couch to go up the stairs to your dormitory to continue looking. 

You took one step onto the staircase and a split second felt like you were falling until you landed on a cold floor with a thud. You glanced at the area around you and didn’t see anything. The whole room was dark and you placed your hands in front of you to try and touch something a felt a wall. On all four sides of you, close together. 

Freaking out you began banging on the cement walls. You were claustrophobic, always have been and always will be. “Help! Anyone!” You yelled out. You weren’t sure how far down you were or ever where you were, you just hoped there could be anyone to hear you. 

Getting more and more overwhelmed and anxious, your baking becoming harder and your screams becoming louder, you started crying. 

“(Y/N)!” You heard a familiar voice call your name.

“Sirius? Get me out of here please!” You cried out, crying hysterically and pushing against the walls to make any room but you knew that wasn’t going to happen. You weren’t sure what happened but when you opened your eyes, you were met with the familiar red room and four boys hovering over you. 

“I’m so sorry.” Sirius muttered over and over as he engulfed you in a hug. You hadn’t noticed that you were still crying. A part of you was still in shock. “We didn’t know anything like that would happen. We meant for it to be completely harmless.”

You finally got a good luck at the boys’ guilty and worried faces before gripping harder on Sirius as if he were about to let go. 

“We really didn’t know anything about you being claustrophobic. We’re really sorry. We really are.” Remus said in a soft voice. You just nodded, words not being able to form. 

“To make you feel better, you can hex me and the rest of the boys if you’d like to all have pink hair to the next week?” Sirius offered. You let out a laugh, smiling and wiped your eyes. 


(hope you enjoyed!! I’m sorry the title sounds like youtube clickbait, it was all i could think of)

Bruised and Battered Part 8

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

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“Y/N!” Dean exclaimed, right before you saw him racing down the stairs, a little blood at his lip, but nothing serious. It was hard, schooling your features so he didn’t notice anything was wrong. That you were literally trembling on the inside, knowing that going with your parents would definitely end up with you dead. But it was a better alternative than Dean, and Sam being hurt or killed.

“Down here”! You exclaimed, as the Demon possessing your Dad came forward, whispering in your ear.

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I’ll Love You, Always (Part 2)

Story Summary: After finally realizing that you and Dean are a bad pair, you decide it’s time to leave him, Sam, and the bunker; to be with Cas.

A/N: This part is kind of like a flashback…just go with it lol <3

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Warnings: Violence, Language 

Word Count: 1.3k

Part 1

Originally posted by charlie-bradcherry

It had happened all at once. It was never supposed to happen, nor did you think it was even possible. But just a few months ago, you felt a nauseating fluttering sensation in your stomach whenever you were around Castiel. It was a feeling that you hadn’t felt in years. At which point you realized, you were falling out of love with Dean.

But it wasn’t until just over a week ago that your new feelings really came to surface. At first you thought that you were just craving something new; you thought that you were just tired of all of the shit that Dean had put you through and that you just needed comfort.

You tried to turn to Sam, you did after all consider him your brother. He was your brother. You were always close with him, and you knew that he’d comfort you. And he did comfort you, but he also said that he didn’t want to get involved. So he left his opinion out of it.

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darkly dreaming dexter starters ( part two )

  • “ can you get out here right away? please.”
  • “ nice outfit.”
  • “ fuck off.”
  • “ you’re going to sprain a frontal lobe. it’s too early to be this clever.”
  • “ you kind of get used to it in my line of work. we all make jokes to hide our pain.”
  • “ i don’t do ‘good’ before coffee.”
  • “ hard to tell from what’s left.”
  • “ this one is special, is that it?”
  • “ please, help me. i really hate this.”
  • “ please, ___? you’re saying please to me? do you know how nervous that makes me?”
  • “ cut the crap, ___.”
  • “ will you help me out or not?”
  • “ i don’t know it, ___. i don’t know anything with you.”
  • “ i came to see how real experts operate in a totally professional atmosphere.”
  • “ seriously, why are you here?”
  • “ why wouldn’t i be here?”
  • “ sometimes you work too hard at being inscrutable.”
  • “ it’s not finished.”
  • “ i don’t buy a shoe until i try it on, no matter how good the shoe looks.”
  • “ now, go away, you’re distracting me.”
  • “ you sound like a reporter.”
  • “ those assholes will be all over me in another hour.”
  • “ what will you tell them?”
  • “ i forget. why do i like you?”
  • “ i have to wait for your fellow nerds to finish up before i know anything.”
  • “ be careful.”
  • “ you’re different, ___.”
  • “ noisy little creep. he was barking all night.”
  • “ i found the grave. there was a lot of bones in there.”
  • “ do you hear a voice?”
  • “ why didn’t you?”
  • “ i thought you wouldn’t like it.”
  • “ i uh, i didn’t want you mad at me. you know… disappointed.”
  • “ is that why we took this trip? to talk about this?”
  • “ i think people understand things different when they get older.”
  • “ there are plenty of people who deserve it.”
  • “ where were you last night?”
  • “ never mind me. where were you?”
  • “ i tried to call you.”
  • “ why were you so anxious to talk to me?”
  • “ what did you expect?”
  • “ i can’t do this much longer or i swear, i’ll go nuts.”
  • “ it’s a little soon for me to have the whole thing figured out.”
  • “ why don’t we try it and find out?”
  • “ you owe me a big doughnut.”
  • “ it’s not the size of the doughnut, it’s the skill of the baker.”
  • “ don’t forget my doughnut.”
  • “ don’t interrupt my trance, ___. i’m in touch with the spirit realm.”
  • “ may i observe that you’re looking very lovely this evening?”
  • “ can’t you teach these children to behave?”
  • “ will you come back?”
  • “ where are we going?”
  • “ most people would never really think it through that far.”
  • “ it’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is. and you already know that and it’s like a game for you.”
  • “ how about breakfast at ___’s? my treat.”
  • “ you need a life.”
  • “ there’s a joke going around, and i’m it.”
  • “ if my tits were brains i’d be einstein.”
  • “ i just dropped in to listen.”
  • “ got no fucking call to be here.”
  • “ i don’t want to make anybody unhappy.”
Awakened-Chapter 5

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

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Not Again

I’m back! Okay so this is like the club is out of guns, Abel isn’t here (don’t hate me), and Jax is the president. Also, it’s kinda like what happened to Tara with Khon (not sure how that’s spelled) but I’m putting my own spin on it. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you think!

You sighed as you tossed and turned in bed. You always hated sleeping without your old man. You missed him. You wanted him here, but you knew he had a job to do. You looked at the clock and the red numbers told you it was just after two-thirty in the morning. You rolled over again getting up out of the bed. You walked through the house to make some tea when you heard the door open. You stopped knowing your old man wasn’t supposed to be home for another three days. As quietly and as quickly as you could, you made your way back to your room and grabbed your gun hidden in the nightstand drawer.

You made sure it was loaded before walking back through the house. You held it up ready for whoever it was that decided to invade your house. You walked slowly and deliberately through your house. You rounded the corner where you heard the footsteps and clicked the safety off your gun. That’s when your heard his voice.

“Easy, darlin’, it’s just me.” You clicked the safety back on and dropped your hands.

“What the hell, Jax! You’re not supposed to be here for three more days!” You shouted at your old man.

“I wanted to surprise you, but you definitely surprised me.” He smirked looking you up and down. You forgot you had nothing on other than his SAMCRO t-shirt. You rolled your eyes.

“Not a chance, Romeo. It’s almost three in the morning and you just scared the shit out of me.” You turned your back on him as you made your way to your room once again. You heard his footsteps right behind you. You felt his arms wrap around your waist.

“Come on, darlin’, I said I was sorry.” He started kissing up your neck. You spun around on him.

“You never said sorry, you ass,” you laughed as he tried kissing you. He finally caught your lips with his and you melted into him. He deepened the kiss and you felt his arms tighten around you. Hearing your moan his arms tightened even more. You ran your fingers through his hair and tightened them just enough to pull his mouth from yours.

“Nice try, but you’re still not getting any.” You laughed at the look on his face. You slipped from his arms and started walking back to your shared room. When you reached the door your felt his arms wrap around you once again.

“Are you sure about that, darlin’?” He started kissing and nibbling your ear. Bastard. He knew that was your weak spot. Turning around you framed his face with your hands. Leaning in close you spoke into his ear.

“You woke me up in the middle of the night, three days before you’re supposed to be here, and expect me to put out? You’ve got another thing coming, Teller.” You patted his chest and went to lay down. He put his hands up in surrender.

“Fine, you have a point.” He laughed as he stripped down to get in bed with you. He laid down and gathered you up in his arms, his chest to your back. You laid in silence for a while before you thought about it why he was home.



“Why are you home early? You said this run might even be longer.”  You felt him tense up and you knew something happened. You sat up to look at him. “Jax, what happened?” He sighed as he sat up and leaned against the head board. He rubbed his hands down his face.

“Would you believe me if I said it was just to surprise you?” You gave him a look that said, ‘hell no’. He nodded and took a deep breath. “I might be going away for a while.” Your heart sank at hearing this. Granted you had done it before, but it still sucked.

 “Why? You all haven’t done anything, lately have you?”

“No, not recently, but somehow ATF is trying to pin something on us that happened a while back. It was when we were still in guns. The charges are bogus but he’s somehow gotten enough to put us away for a while. They came out of nowhere, babe, I don’t know what happened.” He sighed as he looked at you.

“When do you leave?” Your gaze travelled to the sheets that covered the two of you and picked at a loose seam. Jax took your hand in both of his, only then did you look at him.

“Maybe a couple of days.” He shrugged looking at you. You nodded as you squeezed his hand.

“Yeah okay.” You sighed as you started to lay down and he went with you. You snuggled into his side knowing you’ll miss him when he’s gone. You felt Jax place a kiss on your head and you fell asleep with his heartbeat in your ear.


You were at the garage the next day helping Gemma in the office while she was dealing with some shit at Cara-Cara. Everything was going smooth until you saw him pull in. You felt your heart drop to your feet. How did he find you? You covered your tracks well, really well.

“Hey, love-” You jumped when you heard Chibs come in the office. “Easy, lass, what’s gotten into you?”

“You scared me, Chibs. Anyway, what did you need?” You took deep breaths trying to get your heartbeat under control.

“This guy out here says he needs to speak with the lady in charge and right now that’s you, love.” Your eyes widened and you knew Chibs saw it. “What is it?”

“What does he need?”

“He’s one of the ATF guys that trying to put some of us away. He wants to see if you know anything.” You closed your eyes as you heard Chibs’ words. Now it made sense how these charges showed up out of nowhere. You opened your eyes and looked back at Chibs and you could see the question on his face.

“Look, he can’t know I’m here. He can’t, Chibs, do you understand? He cannot know.” You stressed.

“Yeah, fine, but why? You gonna explain?” You nodded.

“I will, just get him out of here, please?” You pleaded. He nodded as he walked back outside and talked to the guy. You peaked through the blinds and watched everything unfold. You watched as the guy got in Chibs’ face but he backed off. He looked toward the office and you quickly released the blinds hoping he didn’t see you.

You walked over and sat down behind the desk with your head down as Chibs came back in. He sat down in front of you and didn’t say anything. You finally looked up at him and he was sitting patiently.

“There’s something I need to tell you guys. All of you.” He nodded and stood.

“I’ll go get everyone. This means you’ve gotta come to church, love.” You nodded knowing you had to do this. You didn’t have a choice anymore.


You sat there with all of the guys staring at you. You had yet to look up after you walked in and sat down while everyone else filed in. You kept quiet until Jax spoke up.

“Okay, darlin’ we’re all here. What did you need to tell us?” You finally looked up. You took a deep breath before you started to speak.

“I know why the ATF is trying to charge you with shit that happened a while back and how he got enough to get you put away.” The room was dead silent, no one said a word.

“How do you know?” Tig was leaning toward you with a glint in his eye. You had been with Jax long enough to know what that glint means.

“Easy, Trager, I didn’t rat. But I do know the ATF guy.” Once again no one said a word and waited for you to continue. “His name is Andrew Shaw. I dated him a few years back. We didn’t end on the best of terms, it was pretty ugly really.” You saw Jax flinch a bit at that. He knew about your last relationship and how hard it was for you to get passed what happened.

“Anyway, when it ended, things got ugly and I had a restraining order filed against him and he didn’t like that. So, he violated it and that’s when things got violent, fast. So, he went away for six years for violating the restraining order and lost his job working for ATF. I had to testify against him and he lost it when they took him away. When they were taking him back he kept screaming about how he would get me and I would get it when he got out.” You took a deep breath. You tried to keep your voice from cracking so you could continue. “So, after, I packed up and left, I covered all my tracks there was no way he could’ve found me. Somehow, he did and that’s why these charges came out of left field. He’s out to get back at me and unless he was reinstated there’s no way he can put you guys away.”

You looked around at them as you finished your story. They all just sat there looking at you. You didn’t say a word but you looked to Jax only to find he was staring back at you. You had told Jax about it but you never went into detail like now. He didn’t know about court and how you had to testify. He sat forward and leaned his elbows on the table before he spoke.

“Okay, here’s what’s going to happen. Juice, find out everything you can about this guy. I want to know how he got this and when. Chibs, I want you and Happy to find out where he lives and what he’s been doing. We need to figure out what his end game is and why he decided now was the time to do it. Let’s get going.”


They came up with a plan and had most of the details sorted before the meeting ended. Everyone got up except you and Jax. The two of you sat there and didn’t say anything. You didn’t move, afraid of what would happen. You heard Jax stand up and make his way to you. He sat down in the chair beside you. He took your hands in his. You still didn’t look up at him.

“Do you know why he wants to come after you?” He spoke so quietly it was almost a whisper. You shut your eyes as hard as you could. You couldn’t even think about what you had done. Saying it out loud would hurt more than keeping it in. “Please, darlin’, anything will help.”

You looked up and you felt tears falling down your face as you did. His heart nearly shattered seeing you so upset. You shook your head at him and looked back down to the floor. You had never told anyone, ever. The only reason Andrew knew was because he found out and it wasn’t from you.

“You have to understand, Jax, I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t, honest, but I had to. I couldn’t have any connection with him. I wanted nothing to do with him.” You hiccupped through your words. Jax started to panic a bit because he’s never seen you this upset before.

“It’s okay, just tell me.” He cupped the side of your face and you grabbed his wrist needing to be anchored. You looked into his eyes and took a few deep breaths before you spoke.

“I was pregnant.” You watched as his eyes grew wide. “I found out after I filed the restraining order. I couldn’t be connected to him Jax, I couldn’t. I’m not proud of what I did, but I couldn’t have the baby knowing the type of man that would be its father. I couldn’t do that to my baby.”

You started sobbing. You had never told anyone, not even your family. Jax pulled you into his lap as he held you while you cried. You cried into his neck and had a death grip on his shirt. He couldn’t believe what you had been through. He held you tight and rubbed your back as you started to calm down. You sat up and started to play with his fingers that were in your lap.

“He found out. That’s why he came back. I didn’t tell him, I don’t know how he found out, but that’s why he came back. He was mad when he found out, like extremely mad. Which is why it got violent that time.” You felt his arms tighten around you.

“He won’t come near you, not if I can help it. We’ll get rid of him, darlin’. I promise.”


A couple of days passed and you found out that Andrew had not been reinstated and all the charges he said he had against the club were, indeed, bogus. The only thing and the most concerning thing happened. Andrew had disappeared. No one knew where he was. After church, the other day Chibs and Happy went to his place and he was gone. No one, not even his neighbors knew where he was or where he went. This caused you to be more cautious when you went out and Jax always insisted you take someone with you, which you gladly did.

A few days later you woke up feeling uneasy. You didn’t know what it was but you knew something was going to happen. You rolled over and saw Jax had already left for the day. You sighed as you got out of bed. The house was unusually quiet and this just caused you to feel even more on edge than you already were. Trying to shrug it off you walked through the house to make breakfast.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen you noticed there wasn’t anyone from the club here yet so you figure Jax hadn’t been gone long. You walked further into the kitchen when you saw it. A lone lily laying on the counter. He was here.

A Mess- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by willynylanders

Ok so after some careful thought and a lot of how this should go, we’re just going to say… Enjoy!

Warning: A couple of cusses, fluff

@schmerbach201110 Request: A one where Mitch marner messes up proposing


              You honestly thought Mitch was going to pee his pants.

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Hi! So…I’ve spent a lot of time thinking what I want to happen in today’s clip or what I think may happen or I don’t even know anymore. And I ended up writing something. To be honest I wasn’t going to publish it because I don’t want to be disrespectful with the situation, since I’m not muslim I have never been in Sana situation and I don’t feel entitled to write from her point of view. I know it’s a very delicate theme and I wouldn’t want to upset anyone. But since yesterday you were all so kind to me I decided to give it a try. So here it is, my take in today’s future clip.

Sana hasn’t leave her room since last night. She can hear noise downstairs, she knows they have visit and she knows who that is. She can hear the boys laughing, her brother’s friend, but there’s one that is more than that…at least that’s what she thought. She’s spent the whole night thinking about the situation. How could everything have gone so wrong in a few seconds? In the time that it takes to send a text message her heart had been broken.
She looks at her phone, she still hasn’t answer to his last text, she doesn’t think she would. What can she say? She doesn’t even know
Her mom has been trying to get her out of her room the whole morning, she hasn’t even had breakfast. Her excuse? “I’m sorry mom I haven’t sleep very well, I want to stay in bed for a bit longer”
Of course when it’s almost noon her mom doesn’t believe that excuse anymore.
She calls Sana and ask her to please come, she needs her help. Actually what she wants is to know what’s going on with her daughter. She has a pretty good idea about what happens, teenage love is affecting her but still she needs to get out of her bedroom.
Sana please come onshe repeats

Sana knows that she has to leave her room eventually and if she doesn’t her mom is going to be upset, so she looks at herself in the mirror and try o fix her make-up so it doesn’t seem like she hasn’t sleep at all. Yup. Not working. She takes a deep breath and gets out of her bedroom.
Her mom is waiting for her in the kitchen, already cooking lunch. As Sana enters the room she tries so hard not to look at the living room where the boys are, but of course she can’t help but looking and of course Yousef is looking at her and of course he’s smiling at her in that way that gives her goosebumps. She avoids his eyes trying to look indifferent. A few seconds later when her eyes return unconciously to him she can’t help but notice the hurt look on his face while he faces the floor biting his lip.
Are you feeling better?” Sana’s mom ask
Huh? Yeah, yeah I am…bad night that’s all
Okay…can you help me cook?”
“Yeah, I know, I know your husband is going to cook but still I could use your help”
“Husband? Whose husband?
” a masculine voice startles her.
She turns around and sees her brother Elias on the kitchen door. He’s not alone. Yousef is standing by his side trying to catch Sana’s eyes but she refuses to look at him.

“Oh I was asking your sister to help me cook but she says she’s marrying a man who can cook so she doesn’t need to learn” Mrs Bakkoush says
“Well, good luck finding him, sis” Elias says laughing
“Well, in fact, she may have already found him” Sana’s mom whispers
But of course everyone in the room hears her
“Mom!” Sana says in disbelief.

Now she can’t help but look at Yousef. He’s looking right a her with a mix of surprise and affection. He’s not stupid, he knows who her mom is talking about. He starts to smile but Sana turns her eyes to the floor before seeing it, it would hurt too much

“Wow, you’ve found a muslim boy who can cook? You like him Sana?” Elias asks teasing his sister

She bites her lip trying to hold the tears because yes, she had found a boy who can cook, and not only that. She had found a smart, kind, funny boy. And yes, she liked him, she liked him a lot. But no. He wasn’t muslim.

“No. I haven’t found one.” She says glaring at her brother.

From the corner of her eye she can see Yousef looking at her, again that hurt expression because he knows, he knows exactly what she meant with that.
He knows he’s screwed up big time. He knew how much her faith means to Sana. He knows that he should’ve been honest with her from the start, before the flirting had begun. But he was so gone for her before it had even started and he knew if he told her, there was a big chance he would lose her, just like it was happening now.

“Sana…but you said…” Her mom starts but Sana interrupts her
“Oh mom, I’ve just remembered. I was meeting my friends for lunch today. Actually I should go now if I want to catch them. You don’t mind, right?”
she almost beggs her. It wasn’t a “please let me go with my friends” it was “please I need to get out of here, please don’t ask me why, please just let me leave”

Her mom looks at her a understands, she doesn’t know what is going on but she knows her daughter needs some space

“Sure, honey. You can go”

And with that she turns around without even looking at the boys because is she does she knows what she’s going to find. Confusion, pain and what terrifies her the most, love.

She’s been walking for a few of minutes now when her phone beeps

Yousef Acar: “Where are you? Can we talk?”

She thinks the answer to those questions in her head.
Where is she? She doesn’t know. She’s in the middle of the street not knowing where to go. Who can she talk to? Who would understand?
Second question, can they talk? No. They can’t. At least not now. She needs to think. About everything. She doesn’t know what to say. She doesn’t know what to think. She just can’t deal with this right now.
She puts her phone in her pocket without answering and continues walking without a destiny.

Okay, this is way too long. And I know I know the ending is horrible but it’s my take in today’s clip so I know nothing is going to be resolved today. It needs time
Again, I’m really sorry if this upsets anyone, I promise that was never my intention.
If anyone feels this is disrespectful please feel free to tell me and I’ll erase it. The last thing I want is to make anyone feel bad

Also sorry for the bad grammar but as you may know english is not my first language

THANK YOU for reading

Got7: Mark~ an eventful night

Summary: in which Mark takes you on vacation to his hometown in LA, and one night lets you hang out with a friend while he’s working. He later finds pictures of you all over his friends’ social media, and things don’t turn out well~ 💙

Flashing lights and the bass booming around the club was all you needed to let loose and have fun, seeing as your boyfriend was too busy to spend time with you. Instead, he thought it’d be a good idea to send you with one of his friends to show you around Los Angeles at night. It’s not that you were complaining, but you were a little hurt he’d think you’d have fun without him. Nonetheless, the atmosphere was amazing, and everyone here was so friendly- some, too friendly, in your opinion. Throughout the whole night, you had countless drunken guys stumble their way over to you, in hopes of fulfilling their disgusting desires.

Justin, one of Mark’s friends who was with you tonight, made sure none of those drunken idiots did you any harm and kept you at a close distance. Though he acted strange towards you himself, you didn’t give it much thought. You could see him from across the dance floor, leaning over at the bar, seemingly flirting with the bartender as he was mixing drinks.

‘Wow,’ you thought, ‘I didn’t know he swung that way.’ You laughed, as you danced along with a couple of nice girls that you just met, until you felt someone gripping your arm. “Here, y/n, I got us a couple drinks. Why don’t we go and sit in the VIP area over there?” You heard Justin yell over the loud music.

You felt uncomfortable at how close he was to you, you could practically taste the alcohol on his breath. You swallowed hard, and shook your head. “Uh, no thanks…I’m fine here.” You said.

“It’s all good, chica, Mark isn’t here so you can have fun. I won’t tell anyone.” He said, winking. Grabbing your arm even harder, he was set on dragging you with him to the other side of the club. You struggled to escape his grip, unsure of what the hell switched his mood all of the sudden, and glanced over to the girls that you were dancing with. No one seemed to be paying any mind, however, as they all went back to dancing and heavily grinding on each other.

“Hey! Let me go, what the hell is wrong with you?” You finally got his tight grip loose from your arm, and rubbed slightly at the skin. “I knew you were his girlfriend! Close friend, my ass!” He laughed hysterically, now seeming more drunk than ever, and you were scared because people were staring.

“Don’t you all know, this is Mark Tuan’s girlfriend! I can’t believe that playboy landed someone like you, what a shame. Why don’t you come with me, instead? I said I won’t tell anyone, and his dumbass won’t find out, so don’t worry.” You were nearly panicking now, seeing people taking out their phones and taking pictures and videos, all of them gasping and laughing at the situation. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

You should’ve known something was off about the guy. He barely even knew Mark and you had no idea why he’d even let you be alone with him, let alone take you out to a club. You started tearing up, and made your way to the exit, ignoring everyone’s remarks and snickering.

“Ahh, whatever, I bet you were just a one night stand anyway! Have fun being his play toy!” You heard Justin laughing, but now you were just thankful that you were out of the spotlight and could breathe some much needed fresh air. You inhaled slowly, controlling your breathing and steadying your beating heart. You didn’t have a ride back, and calling Mark might be out of the question seeing as he’s always busy. You decided to try, anyway, and rang his number.

“Hey, you reached my personal number so just leave a message and I’ll get back to you.” You sighed. Voicemail. This night seriously couldn’t have turned out any worse. Good thing you weren’t wearing unbearable heels, and could walk around until you saw a taxi. Before you could walk too far, though, you heard someone honking.

You saw a car not too far by, driving fast and parking next to where you were standing. The driver opened the door and slammed it quickly, running over to your side. “Mark?! Oh, my god…” you ran into his arms and nearly burst out crying. How did he know when to come here? You didn’t care, all that mattered is that now you were safe in his arms. He seemed to be speaking, although you couldn’t really comprehend what, as blood rushed and pounced in your ear. You wiped your tears and hesitantly pulled away.

“-I swear to god, I’m gonna fucking kill him, I’m gonna kill all of them…” He rambled, not really paying attention to the fact that you were basically trembling and begging to be going home. He had a look in his eye that made your spine shiver and you didn’t know if you liked it. “Huh? What are you talking about?” You asked, grabbing his face and making him look at you. His eyes softened as he saw your expression, and leaned his head to kiss your palm.

“The pictures- I… everyone was sending me pictures on instagram and snap chat and- what the hell happened?”

He said, trying to remain calm but obviously struggling. His eyes searched your face for an answer. “I don’t know, why don’t you tell me? Your friend? Justin? He practically screamed it for the entrie world that I was your girlfriend and everyone started taking out their phones and I had to get out….” you sniffled.

He sighed, but still looking as agitated as ever. “I knew I shouldn’t have trusted that bastard. I was just so busy and you wanted to go out, and he offered to show you around. This is all my fault, y/n. Did he touch you? Did he hurt you in any way? I swear, I’m gonna kill him-” his grip tightened around your waist, his eyes looking towards the entrance of the club.

“Shhh, no don’t worry, he didn’t. It’s okay. You’re here now, I couldn’t give a damn about him or anyone else. But…they do know about me and you.” You sighed. He shook his head. “I don’t care about that, they can say whatever they want. I’ve been trying to make it known, anyway. But you should know, y/n, if we don’t get out of here now, I can’t guarantee who’s face my fist is gonna end up in.” He took several shaken breaths before composing himself and looking at you.

“I’m sorry, baby girl, I never wanted your vacation to be like this. Don’t worry, I’ll deal with that piece of garbage tomorrow whether you like it or not.” You nodded, not really wanting to see jealous Mark unleashing his wrath on everyone- at least not right now. “Yes, baby, let’s get out of here. Please.” He took your hand in his and lead you to the car, still mumbling about wanting to strangle someone in their sleep.

Originally posted by igot7foreverlikeoh


Mood: Here With Me - Susie Suh x Robot Koch.


This one is so bad, but just to let you know that I’m back so MAKE YOUR REQUESTS!!

Run. Run. Run. You say to yourself.

“You can run and hide all you want, but I’m going to find you Y/N.” You hear his voice somewhere near you.

Focus. You try to calm and think straight but you’re just too afraid, he can, wants and will kill you if he finds you and it’s too easy for him being a vampire and you a human.

“This place is not big enough, Y/N. Give up already.” Your feet already hurt from running and going up and downstairs. The Armery is big, but he’s right, not enough. You find yourself in a hall full of doors, so you pick one and go in, locking the it immediately. The room is dark so you can’t see what’s inside.

“I can hear you, Y/N.” You’re just standing there behind the door with your eyes closed and praying for him to not find you. Then the door opens abruptly and closes right away, too fast you can’t even scream before you feel someones hand on your mouth.

“Hey, it’s okay, it’s me.” Damon.

Y/N: “What the hell are you doing here?”

Damon: “Oh, you know how much I love this place…”

Y/N: “You know he’s going to kill you too if you get in his way.”

Damon: “But I can’t let him kill you either so…”

“I’m sorry to interrupt…” You hear his voice outside the room, that means he doesn’t know where exactly are you. “…but you’re being too loud.”

Y/N: “Get out of here, Damon. I can handle this.”

Damon: “Sure you can.” He laughs.

Y/N: “Why do you even care if I die?”

Damon: “We’re not having this conversation right now. Here’s the plan: I’ll go out, fight him and you run. Okay?”

Y/N: “What? No. I don’t want you to think if you play the hero I’m just gonna forgive you for lying to me, Damon.”

Damon: “Listen to me. I won’t ever let anyone hurt you, okay? Even if you’re mad at me, I don’t care. I screwed up, yes, but I love you and you love me, that’s us.”

Y/N: “I won’t let you die for me.”

Damon: “You don’t have a choice. Now, go out when I tell you.” Then he goes and you couldn’t even try to stop him.

At first you don’t hear anything, no voices, no screaming. But they come after a while, growls, whinings and their heavy breaths.

“Now!” You hear Damon screaming and automatically you go out and run but something doesn’t let you keep going and makes you look back, only to see him pushing his hands into Damon’s chest. No.

Y/N: “STEFAN, STOP!” He turns his head to see you. “Please, stop. I know you don’t want to do this, he’s your brother.” He’s about to say something but Damon takes advantage of his distraction and breaks his neck.

Damon: “That was close. Thank you sweetheart.” He says walking towards you.

Y/N: “Let’s get out of here, please.”

Damon: “Wait, I need something first.”

Y/N: “What?”

Damon: “A kiss.” And he kisses you. He sometimes can be a real pain in the ass but you love him, that’s the problem.