he caught her in a bad mood and she's tired of his shit

anonymous asked:

you're hcs are so cute im always waiting for the next post 💞 can u do a lil RFA + Saeran reacting to an MC who's happy most of the time but finds it draining and recharges by being really quiet and ignoring people? (This is the first time it happened lmao)

Ohhhh I’m totally like that! lol it’s not easy being an introvert, am I right?

Hope you like this:

RFA + Saeran with an introvert MC

Zen

  • It was after a premiere of one of his musicals, you were perfect back there!
  • You smiled to the photographers and even gave interviews, Zen didn’t have to do a thing, he just watched you being as good as him at this.
  • Then you two got home and he wanted to comment on everything, what you thought about the musical, if you liked the costumes, the songs and all.
  • “It was cool.” Oh… cool? That’s it?
  • Apparently it was, since you didn’t say anything else. You changed to your pajamas and grabbed a book to read in the living room.
  • He was tired, and also very worried. Was it that bad? If he knew you would hate that much, he would have get that another role… but… you sounded so excited before…
  • “Something wrong?” you ask him, now he notices he’s been staring at you for a while, to the point you let go of your book, concerned.
  • “I… don’t know. Is there something wrong, babe? What didn’t you like about the musical? The songs? The lines, I know it was a little cliché, but I thought it was interesting somehow and…”
  • “Zen, what are you talking about?” “It’s okay, babe. You hated the musical. “No, I didn’t.” “So why did you say it was cool?” “Because… it was cool?”
  •  “No, it wasn’t! You hate it! You pretended you enjoy to not make me look like a fool to the press, but you didn’t like it and now you won’t even talk to me about it! Was my acting bad?”
  • Okay, you’re tired, and normally you wouldn’t put up with this drama right now, but… look at him! He’s so worried and… hurt? This is painful to you too.
  • Then you explain about always being like this. You’re an introvert, you can handle a few good hours dealing with people, but after a while, you need a rest from all of this.
  • He totally understands. Sometimes he feels the same, but in a different proportion from you, of course.
  • “I’m sorry, babe. I’ll let you get back to your book, tomorrow you tell me what is it about, okay?” he kissed your forehead and let you with your book.
  • Maybe he can turn the story in it into a musical just for you?

Yoosung

  • It happened after a geek convention.
  • He thought you wouldn’t want to go with him, but the minute you walked in, he was the one dragged to every single stand.
  • You were so excited, taking pics with the cosplayers, buying doujinshis, even joining karaoke contests.
  • He swears he fell in love with you all over again. All the guys there wishe they had a girlfriend who likes these things as much as you do.
  • But as soon as you get home, you just grab your phone and stares at it like your life depends on it.
  • He asks what you want for dinner. “Whatever. You choose.”
  • Poor boy is remaking all his steps to know when he screwed up to get you mad. Was he too close to that girl with a very revealing cosplay?
  • Oh… he knew he should have joined you on a duet in the karaoke, but what can he do? He’s super shy!
  • He doesn’t even know where to start his apology, so he does what he knows best: omurice. With a “sorry” and a sad face made of ketchup.
  • “Why are you sorry?” you ask, concerned. “I… I don’t know.” Well… this isn’t going anywhere…
  • “I swear I had my hands behind my back the whole time with that cosplayer and… I’ll sing any duet you want to sing in the next con.”
  • “Oh… thank you, but you don’t have to if you’re not comfortable. It’s fine, honey.” “But… why are you mad, then?” “I’m not mad, I’m just…”
  • Oh… now you get it. POOR THING! You two never went to an event this big with these many people, so he didn’t know this little feature of yours.
  • And when you explain, he’s so relieved you’re not mad at him, and he totally understands, these things are pretty overwhelming for him as well.
  • You two eat the omurice together and lay on the bed a little later, you messing on your phone, he on his, and you both humming the same song, like a duet.

Jaehee

  • The cafe never been so crowded.
  • You two were taking orders, making coffee, checking the cashier, all at once.
  • If she had to do this by herself, she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to handle, but having you smiling like you are in a parade or something gives her the strength she needs.
  • Seriously, you’re not even fazed, you keep smiling and being extra nice to even the most rude customers, and this makes her feel like she should keep up to you.
  • She closed the cafe with the deepest sigh she could give. Lord! This was tiring! What do you think? Oh… you’re already going away.
  • She finishes closing the store and reaches you in the sidewalk, almost panting. 
  • You don’t even look at her, you keep looking forward with your arms crossed against your chest, as if you were… sad.
  • B-but why? Why would you be sad? What happened? Was that customer that rude to you? Oh… no, maybe it was that time when she yelled at you to get the mop to clean some coffee on the floor before one of you slipped.
  • She knew she was a little rude, but she was just caught up by all the mess inside the café, she didn’t want to be snappy at you or something.
  • But you don’t know that, so that’s why you’re walking like she’s not even beside you.
  • So he gives a few larger steps and stop in front of you. You look at her and blink in surprise. “Jaehee? What’s wrong?”
  • “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be rude with you, I was just so busy!” she says hugging you. You immediately blush, she’s not one to PDA like this all of a sudden.
  • “I appreciate it, but… what are you sorry for, exactly?” “The mop…” “What happened to the mop?” she lets you go and you stare at each other, puzzled.
  • She explains everything, then you do the same. Well, she knew you had this tendency, but she haven’t witnessed before, so it was a little surprising to see you so quiet all of a sudden.
  • But as you two get home, she realizes some silence can be good after this long day. So she’s in the bedroom and you’re in the living room, you both reading books and recharging for what will be, hopefully, another long day tomorrow!

Jumin

  • You dropped by his office to lunch with him
  • Everybody in his company loves you, because if you showed up, Mr. Han will probably be in a good mood for the whole afternoon and work will be easy to handle.
  • So a few employees surround you, asking if you’re okay, if you need anything, how are the preps for the wedding. Just this small talk.
  • And you’re very polite and nice, so nobody ever feel uncomfortable on treating you this kindly.
  • When you finally are able to meet him in his office, he promptly goes to you and gives you a peck , which… you don’t respond too much.
  • “How is everything, my love?” “Fine.” And you give him this lazy smile, looking around everywhere in his office, except him.
  • Shit! He is late, isn’t he? And you’re probably furious because he always says you two will have a calm and nice meal and he never… wait! He’s on time!
  • So why are you mad about? Is it because you don’t want to have lunch in his company? Well, that can be arranged, he can call the chopper and take you somewhere. But you sounded excited over the phone, so something happened when you got here.
  • Hum, did one of his employees bother you? Yes, they can do that sometimes…
  • “Tell me who it was.” That’s all he says, while you stare at your plate. “Who what?” “Who bothered you? It was that blond girl from finance? She does have this tendency to be meddlesome. Don’t worry, my love, I’ll let HR know they need to have a little talk to her.”
  • “Oh my God, Jumin. Don’t fire her!” “So who should I fire?” “Nobody! Nobody bothered me!” “So why are you mad? Did I do something?” “No! Of course not, honey! And… who’s mad?”
  • “You? When you walked in?” Oh… yeah, that.
  • You explain to him that, as much as you enjoy talking to his employees, all the attention can be very draining sometimes and you just need a little time in silence to recharge.
  • He TOTALLY understands it, he even can relate. His acquaintances can be very tiring sometimes.
  • So yeah, a silent meal wouldn’t be that bad right now. You two can compensate with dinner in his penthouse when you’ll discus the wedding preparation, anyway.

Saeyoung

  • You were in a car show, he wanted your opinion on the next baby he should get
  • Though you don’t understand much about cars, you know his preferences pretty well by now, as he told you a lot about them. Seriously, a lot!
  • So you’re the one dragging him to the cars he might like, considering brand, model, color… yeah, he definitely likes it.
  • You have small talk with the models standing beside the cars and the sellers, and  he doesn’t know who is nicer here. Probably it’s you, since you’re not trying to sell a super pricy car, you’re just… naturally nice.
  • He wants a test drive to this particular car, and when he asks you while the seller is a little away to get the key, he asks what you think. “It’s nice.”
  • Well, he wouldn’t say it’s “nice”, it’s more like AMAZING, COOLLLLL, A SUPER FINE BABY! And you’re just: “okay, if you say so.” SHIT!
  • Are you mad? Why? You didn’t like being dragged here? But you sounded pretty excited before talking to the sellers… oh… the one who went to get the key was definitely trying to hit on you, you’re uncomfortable, ain’t you?
  • You two hop in the car and he starts driving, the seller keeps making small talk and you basically ignore everything that’s going on.
  • “So, what do you think?” the guy asks. “Can I have a moment alone with MY FIANCÉ so we can discuss this AS A COUPLE?” he emphasizes this words for the guy to take the hint you’re taken. “Yeah, sure.”
  • “Don’t worry. I won’t buy this one.” “Why not? You like it!” “If I decide to take it, we would have to sign the papers with that guy and I don’t want to let you even more uncomfortable with him.” “Why? He’s not that bad.”
  • “He’s not? But… why do you look like you want to throw up everytime he opens his mouth?” “Because he talks too much, but I’m not uncomfortable, I’m just… bored with all this useless small talk and his desperation to you buying the car.”
  • Yeah, the guy is a little annoying, being nice to him was a burden for Saeyoung too. You’re always very nice, but he knows by now this can tire you a lot.
  • And hey, he totally can relate, that’s why sometimes all he needs is his headphones and a super loud music to recover himself.
  • So he takes the car, he liked it and wanted to take you out of there soon so you could relax.
  •  The way home is quiet, you two are listening to the radio, not talking, just holding hands.

Saeran

  • His first RFA party.
  • It was so crowded! He was a little intimidated and anxious, dealing with big noisy crowds was still a journey to him.
  •  But a few reassuring kisses from you everytime you passed by him between small talk with guests here and there, and he felt he could handle this.
  • Hell, you don’t even need to look at him, just seeing you smiling and talking to the guests as if they’re close friends totally make him feel he got this!
  • And he did, it wasn’t that bad after all, thanks to you.
  • He went to your place after the party. It was comfortable being around you, but he was still nervous, facing a crowd like that felt less nerve wracking than being alone with you.
  • Okay, you telling him to make himself at home and just plopping in the couch to watch TV wasn’t what he was expecting.
  • I mean, he didn’t know what to expect, but… it wasn’t this, for sure.
  • It’s almost like you forgot he’s here. Like you are… ignoring him? Why?
  • Did he do something wrong? Oh, that rich dude said PDA was unprofessional, but he thought you didn’t give a damn to what Jumin said.
  •  Did he do something wrong? But he was pretty sure he was doing good tonight. Wasn’t he?
  • “I’m going now.” He said bluntly, heading to the door. “What? Why?” you jumped off the couch, going after him “I won’t bother you any longer, don’t worry.” “Bother me? But…”
  • “I’m such an idiot! I screwed up, didn’t I?” “No! You were amazing tonight!” he blushes a little. “Yeah, that’s what I thought, but why are you ignoring me, then?”
  • Oh, this poor thing… you explain to him how hard it is to just recover from all the agitation and you need some time to just stay quiet.
  •  I mean… you’re preaching to the choir here, he definitely feels the same way, he was so nervous about having to be all lovey dovey with you, he’s relieved this won’t be necessary.
  • But he definitely didn’t complain when he woke up cuddling with you in the couch. Just sleeping was a greeeat idea, after all.
bad | 03

 he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by sugutie

TITLE: bad | 03

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 2 856

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, cussing, mature

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anonymous asked:

Hi!!! I was wondering if you could do how rfa+v+Saeran would react to seeing old self harm scars on MC or MC relapsing? I am almost 1 year clean from Self harming but today is one of those bad days I get urges to do it. If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's okay :) Hope you have a good day and keep working hard 💪🏼❤

i’m so proud of you for staying clean so long, i know how hard it is!! i have scars myself from 1-2 years ago, so this was comforting for me to write as well :) i hope it helped you feel a bit better, remember that you deserve being happy! ❤ i’m always here if you need someone to talk to 


Trigger warning: self harm


Zen (this turned out really long whoops)

  • A lot of his fans were jealous of you, so you got a lot of hate for being “to ugly and fat for Zen”
  • You were home alone as he was at rehearsal, so he couldn’t scold you for looked down at your thighs in disgust
  • They were faint, but the old scars on them gave you an idea. You hadn’t done it in a long time, but you remembered that it did feel calming to a certain degree
  • You went to the bathroom, popped out a blade from your razor, took a deep breath and let yourself feel that familiar burning
  • Suddenly you heard the front door open and Zen’s voice telling you he was home early
  • You scrambled to find something to wipe the blood away with, and ended up just messily wiping it away with a paper towel before pulling on a pair of his sweatpants and going out to greet him
  • He smiled when he saw you, then frowned
  • “Princess, I feel rude to ask, but are you on your period? You’ve got blood on your pants”
  • Shocked, you looked down and saw that the cuts appearantely were too deep for your messy wiping, so there was quickly growing blood spots on your legs
  • Zen was no stranger to people with bad mental health around him as he was a public figure, so he quickly suspected what you had done
  • When he saw that the spots got bigger his fears were confirmed, and you saw his entire face fall
  • “I-I can explain…”
  • He cupped your face and looked straight into your eyes with the saddest look you had ever seen 
  • “Listen here… I know a lot of my fans don’t treat you right, is that it?”
  • His worried stare was too intense, so you looked down with tears in your eyes and just nodded
  • He sighed and pulled you close to him, kissing your head
  • “I love you so much, it hurts me too… But harming yourself won’t do anything good, you understand that? Can I see..?”
  • Hesitantely, you nodded again and pulled down the pants so he could see, and he got down on his knees and started kissing your thighs, not caring that they were bloody
  • “I love every single part of you, you understand that? Let’s go clean and wrap this up, I will protect you. Even if it’s from yourself”


Yoosung

  • He convinced you to cook with him
  • You were supposed to make cookies, but the only thing you managed to make was a total mess
  • By the time you finally got them into the oven, you both had dough and flour all over from the food war you had
  • He offered to clean some up from you, and when you agreed he blushed and kissed you
  • When you smiled into the kiss because he tasted like cookie dough, he gained confidence and slowly pushed you back to the wall, where he pinned your wrists over your head
  • You moaned softly in suprise as he wasn’t usually this dominant and it was really hot I’m always a slut for dominant Yoosung
  • Wanting to see what effect he had on you he pulled away for just a second, when his eyes were pulled to where he was holding your wrists
  • The sleeves you usually made sure were always covering your scars had rolled down to your elbows, revealing all of them
  • You saw his eyes go from filled with lust to filled with worry, and you looked away from him in shame
  • “They’re all old… Right?”
  • You nodded and he sighed relieved, before he hugged you tight
  • “You mean so much for me, I don’t want you to ever feel like that again. Please talk to me if you feel bad, okay? Can you promise me that?”
  • You agreed and he kissed your head
  • “I think it’s time for cookies and cuddles”


Jaehee

  • You had such a crush on her, but she was either really oblivious or just didn’t like you back
  • No matter what the reason was, it really hurt and you couldn’t help but feel insecure when all of your flirting got turned down
  • You really didn’t want to stoop so low as to go back to your old self harm habits, but it was so hard
  • In addition to the fact that you lived with her, the stress of running a café and your parents not accepting that you had a crush on a girl, it all got too much for you
  • One day when she was grocery shopping, you couldn’t help but find a small knife in the kitchen, locking your bedroom door and resume your old habit
  • You tried to keep them relatively shallow so they would heal quicker and lower your risk of getting caught, but once you started you found it hard to stop
  • You sobbed softly but because of that you didn’t hear Jaehee return from the store
  • Not finding you in the couch where she left you, she wandered around the appartment untill she heard you and stopped in front of your room
  • “MC? What’s wrong?”
  • When you didn’t answer she got worried, found a spare key and unlocked the door with a warning
  • You didn’t even bother trying to hide what you were doing, you just hung your head in shame as she gasped in shock
  • “W-what do you think you’re doing? Give me that knife!”
  • She quickly took it from you, ran to the bathroom to get a first aid kit and found you full on crying on the bed
  • Putting bandages on your wrists she softly said “Shh… I don’t know why you did this and you don’t need to tell me if you don’t want to, but please know that this isn’t going to make anything better”
  • When this just made you cry harder, she kissed your newly bandaged wrist
  • “I… I care way too much about you to see you like this, you should know that. Please come to me if you ever feel like this, okay? I can’t ever lose my reason for happiness”


Jumin

  • Whenever the two of you made out, you would always stop him when his hands started roaming under your shirt
  • Which he thought was fair, considering that your relationship was still new and you probably just weren’t comfortable enough with him yet
  • A few weeks after you started dating he offered to take you on a vacation, figuring you needed it after the stress of the party and hacker and all that
  • With Elizabeth the 3rd safely at V’s house and a mansion by a private beach rented for the weekend, he wanted to spend some time alone with you
  • He was suprisingly fond of the beach and wanted you to take you swimming there, but you kept declining
  • Kind of upset, he asked if there was any spesific reason why
  • You shrugged it off and said that you just weren’t in the mood, that you were tired and wanted to nap instead
  • He encouraged you to do as you pleased, not showing how hurt he was that you declined his offer
  • An hour or so after you had fallen asleep, he got bored and went to check on you and saw you sleeping, your shirt riled up revealing dozens of scars on your belly
  • His heart broke when he realized that was probably why you were so insecure about intimacy and going swimming
  • Careful not to wake you up, he hovered over you on bed and kissed your stomach
  • Despite his efforts you still woke up, and squeeled suprised when you saw him practially praising your biggest insecurity
  • “Kitten, I don’t ever want to see you do this again, but please understand that I love everything about you and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You’re like a tiger, these stripes show that you are strong. Promise to not hide yourself from me anymore, okay?”


707

  • Yet again he was doubting your love and pushing you away
  • He yelled when you tried to hug him, not knowing that the reason why you were clingy was that you were feeling like shit and needed to be comforted
  • You knew you were overreacting when you stopped by the bathroom to get a razor before returning to your shared bed (that he rarely used), but it just hurt so much that he didn’t trust you even after months of living together
  • Taking a deep breath, you pulled the leg of your pants and traced the outline if your old scars on your shin with the razor blade
  • Seven did realize how much he had hurt you, and just to be sure he checked the security camera he had installed in your room
  • When he saw that you were hurting himself he rose from his chair and ran to the bedroom, desperate to stop you
  • “Stop what you’re doing right now!”
  • You looked at him with tears in your eyes and yelled “so now you care?!”
  • With a firm look he pulled up the sleeve of his hoodie, showing his own scars and cuts
  • Taken back, you looked confused at him
  • He just smiled sad
  • “I know life is hard, okay? I know I am a shitty boyfriend, a shitty brother, a shitty person. But that doesn’t mean you are, do you understand that? It might not seem like it right now, but I really do love you. Like, I really love you. Can we make a deal? If you try to never do it again, so will I”
  • You nodded and hugged him, both of you apologizing for not being there for each other


V

  • Being practically blind, he depened a lot on his touch
  • Because of this, he had really sensitive finger tips
  • As weeks passed and you got closer to the handsome photographer, you let him touch and explore more and more of you
  • His new favorite hobby was to just run his hands over your smooth skin, trying to picture exactly what you looked like
  • During a particularly steamy makeout session you were on his lap, his hand travelling up your thighs where he could feel raised lines on your otherwise close to perfect skin
  • Pulling away from the kiss and raising an eyebrow questioningly, he kept tracing the lines
  • You hesitated before you admitted that you had self harmed, and he asked you if you had any other scars
  • Nodding despite his lack of sight, you took his hand and placed it on your wrist so he could feel them
  • He smiled sad and kissed your wrist
  • “You don’t have any fresh, do you?”
  • When you confirmed that you didn’t, he held you closer and kissed your nose
  • “I like everything about you, you know? You’re human, bad things are bound to happen sometimes. You got through it though, and I’m proud of you for that. Please remember that”


Saeran/Unknown

  • He didn’t like to admit it, but something about you pulled him towards you
  • The way you always put up with his bursts of anger and sadness and comforted him, made him care for you more and more as time passed
  • So when he saw you sleeping on the couch, his first reacting was to smile as you looked cute and carefree
  • And as he did find you quite attractive (not that he would ever admit that), he couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over your sleeping body
  • When he saw the scars and cuts on your wrist where your shirt had riled up your arms, he got mad
  • ?? Who had dared to hurt someone as nice as you??
  • He woke you up suprisingly gently, wanting to know who he needed to kill
  • Disoriented from sleeping, you said that he didn’t need to worry but he refused to give up, so he asked his brother
  • He admitted that he had seen you harm yourself but hadn’t really figured a way to confront you about it yet
  • Saeran got even more mad and walked back to the couch where you had gotten up and was now lazily stretching
  • “Why the fuck are you hurting yourself? Explain!” he growled and pushed you against the wall
  • Stuttering and ashamed you explained that it was a way to deal with sadness, but he didn’t get it at all
  • “Giving yourself another type of pain will just make you more sad, you idiot! God, what’s wrong with you?”
  • Hearing the guy you were crushing on saying this to you and literally growling made you tear up, and you saw his expression change to one of sorrow
  • “I-I’m sorry, okay? It’s just… You’ve helped me so much and I want to return the favor, but I have no idea how to. You… You are special, I don’t want you to be sad”
  • You met his eyes and saw how sincere he was, and was suprised when he hugged you tight
  • “Please don’t ever do it again, MC”
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A;N: Hello pretty people! I’m so sorry I have been gone (writing wise) for so long! Life’s been a bit hectic lately! However, I had this idea and I couldn’t get it out my head! Enjoy! xox

Pairing: Stuart TwomblyxReader

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 5,851

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Originally posted by frozen-delight

Summary: Reader finds out she isn’t the only one in town that Officer Winchester rubs the wrong way…

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Pairing: cop!Dean x reader

Word Count: 2,200ish

Warnings: language

A/N: Third and fourth parts tomorrow!…


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[✗] random thought that keeps entering my head and I need to write it down. 

[✗]  Jughead and Betty- day after they kiss but it is not gonna be revolved around what happens in the episode today because 1. IDK WHATS GONNA GO DOWN IN THE EPISODE 2. makes it easier to write. PLEASE ENJOY. <33


Betty Cooper felt anxious. Her hands were slick with sweat and every loud noise she heard made her jump. Knowing that Polly was out somewhere, hurt (which was clear from the blood on the shattered window), pregnant, and on the move was terrifying. On top of that, Betty had the police tell her that the car with all of the evidence was found being burned to a crisp.

Betty swiped her hands on the side of her jeans quickly once she approached the schools entrance. A blank expression crossed her face as she made her way down the hallway, hoping no one would notice she was in a mood. She decided to tune out the wild students with a random song, ‘Check yes Juliet..’ began to play in her head which quickly made her stop in place.

Jughead.

Her heart fluttered anxiously at the thought of his name. Betty really did like Jughead, she realized now that it totally came of as her not being interested when she brought up the car. How stupid could she be? ‘The car.’ way to ruin a moment 101 with Betty Cooper.

Suddenly an arm swung around Betty’s waist causing her to let out a squeak of surprise. 

“Woah, B. Jumpy much?” Veronica quipped with a raised eyebrow.

Betty laughed it off and gave a small smile before starting to walk “Sorry, just tired is all.” was her lame response. Veronica nodded but didn’t seem impressed.

“Anyway’s what happened last night?” Veronica asked causing Betty’s face to flush nervously.

“What do you mean?” 

“Uhm hello, you and Jughead were no where to be found at the talent show last night.” She responded whilst pulling her into another area. Betty let out an ‘OH’ realizing she was silly for thinking Veronica knew Betty and Jughead kissed.

“I was just, uh, chilling?” 

“Is that a question or an answer?” Veronica asked with narrow eyes.

An arm was placed around Betty’s shoulder’s causing yet ANOTHER weird noise to escape her mouth. “It’s an answer Veronica, stop with the interrogating, this isn’t  Nancy Drew.” Jughead said with a forced laugh. Betty looked up at him and mouthed ‘Thank you.’ before turning to look at Veronica with a small smile and nervous laughter.

“Um, excuse me? Do you know who I am? I might as well be Nancy Drew, Veronica Lodge always get answers out of people.” She hissed with a sickly sweet smile to Jughead before she turned and sauntered away.

“Well that was fun,” Betty said all in one breathe, Jughead’s hand lightly traced patterns on her left shoulder over the plaid shirt she wore, which she didn’t notice before until it was just him and her standing in the emptying hallway.”So, how was your night? Sleep well?” She asked glancing up at his blue eyes that were inspecting her face.

“I slept okay Bett’s,” He answered softly, making her heart race faster, “The real question’s we should be asking though, is, are you stealing my style?” 

She laughed looking down at the shirt she was wearing. Maybe she was, he did wear plaid a lot, or had it mixed into his outfit somehow. With a shrug she pulled away from his arm on her shoulder and grinned up at him “You scared that I’m gonna pull it off better than you, Juggie?” She asked teasingly while walking backwards down the hallway.

OH, I know you’re gonna pull it off better than me.”

That made her smile grow wider, if that was even possible. Jughead noticed the growing distance and gave a pouted look “Where you going Juliet?” he asked with his arms outstretched towards her.

“Hm, there is this thing called class Romeo.” She said with false curiosity. 

“Oh, I’m a–” She completely blocked out what he was saying, her eyes looked over Jughead and she almost couldn’t believe that someone like him was interested in her. Soft raven hair, the curl that hung out of his beanie, his eyes had to be the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen in her life. She never had thought of him like that until a few days ago, because she was so hung up on Archie. Of course she knew Jughead was an attractive guy but never did she think she would be so consumed with this many feelings for him.

“Why are you staring at me?” He asked with squinted eyes.

Betty giggled, thinking of a quote she read a while ago. It usually is for the guy to say to the girl but it felt necessary in this moment, “Because you’re beautiful.” She said in a an overly romantic voice. 

Jughead’s jaw dropped and he let out the loudest laugh she had ever heard from him. She laughed as well, his laughter and smile was extremely contagious. “I can’t believe,” laughter, “you just said,” more laughter, “Betty that was amazing.” 

“Thanks Juggie!” His laughter faltered a bit and he finally started walking towards her, as a joke she decided to turn and start running down the hallway to her class that was late to. Apparently she didn’t run fast enough because before she knew it his long legs had caught up to her and he grabbed her by the waist, pulling her into his arms (which she had thought was very romantic until..) and throwing her over his shoulder. Betty pounded her hand on his back “I swear, if you drop me I will-”

“You will what?” Jughead teased from above.

“I don’t know yet, but I will do something okay.”

He let out a hum of amusement and then began his walk to class. With a defeated sigh Betty went limp “Can you please let me down?” She asked giving his butt a gentle pat.

He jumped a little “I will let you down if you stay with me and NOT run away.” Jughead added lots of emphases on the ‘NOT’. “I won’t run okay. Pleeeeeeease.” 

With a grunt Betty was placed on the ground, her smile came back once she realized what he had said, ‘if you stay with me’. It warmed her heart and made her insides feel like they were melting. She also realized in that moment, her horrible mood from this morning was now gone for the time being and she couldn’t be more thankful.

Betty placed her hands on Jughead’s waist and slowly slid them behind into a hug, her head perfectly placed under his chin. His own arms wrapped around her once her registered what was happening, he was warm like a blanket and it radiated so much comfort. “Thanks Juggie.” She said contently. 

“For what?” He asked, squeezing her into a tighter hug. 

Betty closed her eyes and smiled “For being here.” 

She could hear his breathe pick up and the soothing pumping of his heart, and then she felt the soft kiss placed on the top of her head. “I’ll always be here.”


LOL THAT WAS TRASH BUT I NEEDED TO WRITE SOMETHING OR I WAS GONNA GO CRAZY, cOOL 10/10 anyways I feel like shit and my throat hurts so bad, goodnight! <3 (ignore any spelling errors please, its so late and i’m V tired)

I Would Never Call It Love

I Would Never Call It Love

Based off of one of my favorite songs by EDEN.

Summary: Y/N and Calum made an arrangement a long time ago, one that would never make it in the media, and not even their closest friends would know. It was strictly a time of intimacy between the two of them. But Calum can’t take it anymore. What happens when he finally voices out that he broke their most sacred rule? Don’t. Fall. In. Love.


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Huntress- Part 17: Power

Sam x Daughter!Reader, takes place in S12 E17 so warning: SPOILERS

Part one
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Part five
Part Six
Part Seven
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Part Nine
Part Ten
Part Eleven
Part Twelve
Part Thirteen
Part Fourteen
Part Fifteen
Part Sixteen


Dragging yourself down the steps of the bunker you tried your best to ignore your Uncle and Dad’s worried stares. Thankfully, they didn’t have time to question anything. Your head was bearing sharp pains, making you feel ten times worse. But, again, you said nothing.
“How did you get here?” Dad’s defensive statement caused you to glance up form your feet. There was Mick. He had a glass of whiskey and was sat comfortably at the table. Her smiled “Alright lads…you know, this is our building. It’s men of letters.”
“It’s creepy.” You mumbled, rolling your eyes.
“That key of yours opens up the door to every Men Of Letters bunker there is.” 
“What do you want?” 
“It’s urgent, so here me out. A few weeks back our lab picked up some sort of cosmic energy-”
“A nephilum.” Dad nodded, the three of you were well aware.
“You knew?” Mick looked offended, like some sort of trust between you had broken. You didn’t remember making something to be broken in the first place.
“We had her.” Uncle Dean admitted.
Had?” 
“She got away.”
“You let her get away!” Mick was in shock. 
“She wanted to get rid of the baby too. We didn’t think she was just going to up and run like that. Besides, while you lot were off sipping tea they were locked up!” You snapped at him.

Everyone hesitated and fell silent. You glared at him before saying “I’m going to bed. Don’t try to wake me up.” 

You trudged away from them, feeling their confused stares on your back. Making your way to your bedroom, you closed the door and sunk to the floor. Your head was now throbbing.

You clutched it, trying not to hit it against something in some sort of desperate attempt to stop it. Flashes of the one before Claire, the experiment, appeared in your mind. You hissed in pain. This wasn’t normal. This can’t have been-

A surge of agony broke you from the thought, making you curl into a ball, shaking lightly from the never ending pain. Your hands clenched into fists. It wasn’t fair. Nothing was fair.
Why didn’t she survive it? Why didn’t she survive? 
You were angry and desperately trying to keep yourself calm. Each breath was harder than the last. Your grip tightened around your hands as you pictured her screams and cries for help.
Anger was swarming inside your mind and everything changed to shapes. Reds and oranges took over as the vibrant hues danced in your vision. The rage was reaching it’s peak, a breakdon was rising up rapidly as your felt your hands shake in attempt to free themselves from their own grip. Your heartbeat throbbed loudly in your mind, muffling out any other sounds.

Then you broke.

At first you heard nothing, but a deafening white noise as it pierced your ears. Then a smash.  
Everything fell dark as shards of glass scattered about the floor. Some sliced through your own skin, but you didn’t even flinch. You shouted and cried, burying your head in your hands, bringing your knees to your chest. You coughed- your head now ready to explode.
A harsh cough escaped your throat, sending acid and bile up with it, it seeped through the edges of your mouth, making you choke on the bitter foam.
Then, you felt nothing.


“Anyone seen, Y/N?” Mick asked, walking in on two slightly hung-over and very tired Winchester brothers.
“She told us not to wake her and judging from the way she was I’m keen to obey.” Dean explained, taking a sip of water.
“Alright. I just thought I outta say sorry. She wasn’t wrong, to be fair.” Mick admitted.
“If she’s up she’ll be in her room. Knock and wait.” Dad ordered, making sure an angry teenager wasn’t added to the list of problems.
“Alright, cheers.”

When Mick reached Y/N’s room he knocked on the door and waited for almost a full minute before sighing. “Here goes nothing.” He mumbled, turning the door handle. Only, when he opened the door he saw something he wasn’t expecting. “Y/N?” Mick asked hesitantly, hurrying over to where her unconscious body was. She was on her side, eyes closed, breathing even. If it weren’t for the cuts along her body from the broken light bulb, it would have looked like she was sleeping peacefully. “Sam!” Mick called in a panic.
Running footsteps sounded as Sam sprinted towards Y/N’s room. When he arrived he nearly stepped back at the sight of it.

His daughter was lying in the middle of what looked more like a bomb-site than a bedroom. Shards of glass were plastered across the floor, a few pieces sticking into her bare arms and some on her face, both orbited by specks of dried blood. “Y/N!…Sweetheart?” Sam knelt down next to her, his eyes glistening with tears “Can you hear me?”

Please.” Sam begged. Dean followed after his brother, kneeling next to his niece.
“What happened?” He demanded. No one knew so no one spoke. Sam sat his daughter up against his chest, taking some tissues from the box and wiping away the sick that was around her mouth. Mick began to clear away the area surrounding her body as Dean grabbed the first aid kit. He opened it up and took out a pair of medical tweezers. Dean gently pulled some of the glass from her skin, wiping away any excess blood that oozed out of the wounds.

She groaned a little, trying to grab back hold of consciousness. Dean paused. “Y/N…?” Sam encouraged, squeezing her hand.
“It…it didn’t…” She never finished, her eyes drooping shut. She faded in and out of consciousness as Dean finished clearing her wounds up.

Sam lifted her up gently- bridal styel. He then lay her down on her bed, pressing a kiss to her forehead before pulling up a chair next to her. He put his elbows on the mattress, resting his head in his hands. “I don’t understand.” He admitted- lost. “What the hell happened?” Sam looked up to Dean. His older brother. His guide.

“Sammy, I-“ Dean gulped “I don’t know.”

“Some sort of fit…” Mick said “Did she ever tell you about her…power?” He didn’t like to use the word ‘power’.
“Yeah. When we found that other psychic, she used it a little.” Sam nodded, determined to understand what had happened. Mick nodded slowly “She’s dangerous. Or she can be.”
“But she wasn’t using it.” Sam didn’t understand.
“No….but she was angry. Of course.” Mick nodded to himself, suddenly understanding the mood you were in “She was angry.” He repeated.
“Why?” Uncle Dean questioned, folding his arms against his chest.
“The cure. It worked for Claire.”
“Why’s that a bad thing?” Dean pressed.
“Because it didn’t work for Max.”


You awoke to the sounds of muffled voices and a throbbing head. You heaved yourself up from the bed, sitting up straight and taking in your surroundings. This was your room. You had a few bandages on your arms and there were two chairs next to your bed.

You pressed the palm of your hand up to your head as though it would help with the pain.
You were still angry, but maybe because you weren’t fully recovered you wouldn’t lash out aomeone by accident. After a moment of hesitation you made your way towards the voices. Occasionally, you stopped when everything started swaying.
Your throat was dry.

The voices kept growing louder until you turned the corner. You held onto the door frame, your eyes falling on the backs of Dad and Uncle Dean as they discussed Kelly…the one pregnant with the nephilum.
You opened your mouth to say something, anything, like “hey” or “sorry for breaking your lightbulb”, but only a cough came out.

Their heads turner towards you in shock. Dad rose from his chair and smiled: “Y/N”.
He headed straight for you and hugged you tightly, wrapping his arms around you protectively. “God, you scared us.” He said, relaxing as you hugged back.

“Sorry.” You smiled sheepishly.
When Dad let go Uncle Dean shot you a smirk before hugging you too. You hugged back, smiling in his embrace. You nearly stumbled when he let go, but managed to balance yourself.

Your eyes squeezed shut for a few seconds as you tried to stop the room from turning.

“The hell happened in there?” Dad asked, taking your hand and guiding you a little.
You followed them to the table, too tired to refuse the help. You shrugged.
“Let me guess, you don’t want to talk about it?” Uncle Dean rolled his eyes. You found it hard ot tell if he was being serious or not. “Sometimes I can’t control it. I think I can. But I can’t. Like…everything’s fine,  but suddenly something happens that reminds me of all this shit I’ve been through and it happens.”
No one knew what to say.

“My head hurts. Then I break something. Then I throw up. Then I pass out.” You went through the same stages. “Always the same. “
“Did you smash the lightbulb…with your mind?” Dad asked, leaning forward.
“Yeah. Not on purpose, though. I just. God I don’t know…” You paused to try and think straight “I feel everything rising up and it all snaps. Then something breaks. Or sets on fire. Or falls down.”
“Like I said,” Mick appeared behind you all “She’s dangerous…” He paused, looking at you sympathetically “but, she’s not a bad person.”
“She’s also sitting right here.” You noted.
“Yes…” Mick caught on and added a quiet “sorry.”

“How’re you feeling?” Dad asked. Maybe he was changing the topic for a reason, or maybe he just didn’t have anything else to say. You sure didn’t. “Fine. My head hurts I guess. But it usually goes after a while.”
“I remember when this happened for the first time,” Mick said “Your Mum wasn’t home and I panicked.  You basically made yourself get better.”
“You lived together?” Dad questioned Mick’s word choices, making you look away.
“Well,” Mick stuttered “It was the Chapter House…there were a few different family’s living together.”
“Really?” Uncle Dean raised an eyebrow in disbelief “You’re a terrible liar.”
Mick didn’t say anything.

“Y/N.” Dad’s firm voice forced you to look at him “Care to shed some light?”
“It was the Chapter House, there were a few different families living together.” You lied, copying Mick’s exact words. “There’s a huge one just north from Central London. “
Your Dad seemed to calm down a little when the words came from you. “Okay.” He didn’t push, but something told you he wasn’t fully convinced either.


Almost two days later you were leaning up against the table, Uncle Dean at your side. Both of you were waiting in anticipation, this was the fifth time you’d called Cas. Once again it went straight to voice mail. “This is my voice mail,” Cas’ awkward voice filled the air once again “Make your voice a mail.”

“Come on Cas we’ve called you about five times already.” Uncle Dean sighed, out of words to say. You shrugged when he glanced at you, followed by him hanging up. “This is hopeless.”
“Is he usually like this?” You asked, still not sure if it was like Cas to leave for quite some time. He was an Angel, so who were you to say what was normal for him?
“Not so much lately.” He shook his head “But even still he usually says what he’s doing or where he’s going.”

A woman called Eileen was sat in the war room with your Dad. She was deaf and used sign language when she spoke. And my God was Dad in love. You didn’t say anything, but watched as he blushed when she spoke. “He’s like a ten year old with his first crush.” You whispered to your Uncle, making him chuckle “Yeah tell me about it.”.
“She’s badass.” You noted, realising just how intelligent this woman was. Not to mention the fact that she was a Hunter. Your Uncle gave you an unreadable look before giving in “Yeah. She sure is.”


Stood next to Eileen, you both watched in amusement as your Dad pretended to be a Doctor to get more information. When he hung up Eileen gave up a thumbs up, Dad grinned back and joined the mini line you’d made. You were with Mick and Rawlings, who were now part of the whole nephilim predicament. 
“You might wanna take this back with you.” Mick handed over the Cult and Dad took the opportunity to sass him “Gee Mick. I thought we’d gotten past the trust issues.”
You gave Rawlings a glare before getting in the Impala.

Everyone arrived at some sort of abandoned looking carpark. You were waiting for Dean who, hopefully, would be with Kelly and maybe even Cas. “Who’s this?” Dean pointed at Rawlings.
“I’m Rennie…Rawlings. Graduated Kendrick’s-”
“Great. I don’t care.” Uncle Dean ignored his ‘look how amazing i am’ speech and opened up the door for Kelly. She refused any more help and got out of the car, staring at you all with brave fear.

Dad stepped up “Kelly, we all know what difficult situation you’re in and we..we want to help.” He kept a calm voice as not to frighten her anymore.
“You call this help?” She asked, rubbing her stomach where the baby-bump was.
“That kid, “ Uncle Dean began “It’s Lucifer’s.”
“I know!” She snapped “Do you think I wanted this? I love this child.”
“You will mean absolutely nothing to that child when it’s born. It’ll kill us all.” Mick scolded. 
“Not helping.” You hissed at him. 
“This is absurd.” Rawlings reached for his gun.

“Don’t!” You and Uncle Dean warned him, only to be cut short by a menacing sound with a strong wind. You paused…this wasn’t natural.
“She’s here.” Kelly managed, looking ten times more afraid than she had been.
who?’ you thought. 

Everyone reached for their gun and stood apart to cover more ground. You all protectively glanced around to see who, or what, it was. “Hey!” A shout came from behind. You glanced around, seeing a woman…well…demon, with yellow glowing eyes and a determined expression. She threw her hands up, sending everyone except Kelly to the ground. You smashed against one of the broken up cars, your gun trying it’s best to slip from your grip,

She walked forward with a blank expression as everyone fired at her. You stopped, putting your gun down. This was a waste of bullets. She was a Prince Of Hell, she’s not going to die from bullets. She threw her hands up at those still left with guns in their grips, making them drop their weaponry, and continued to advance towards Kelly.

You watched as Eileen reached for the cult, lying just in front of her reach. She grabbed hold, cocking it and holding her finger over the trigger. She aimed for the Demon’s head, squeezing the trigger.

However, as the gunshot sounded you watched in a helpless realisation as the Demon disappeared from view, along with Kelly Kline. The bullet continued further along it’s path than it should have and hit Rawlings in the chest. His eyes widened in shock and pain before he fell to the floor. Blood seeped down his shirt.


You stayed close to your Dad as you watched Mick kneel down next to Rawlings, well aware of the bloody code. “I- I didn’t mean to.” Elileen apologised, moving closer to where Mick was. “I meant to shoot the demon.” 
“It’s okay it was an accident.” Dad reassured her, but Mick was unconvinced.

You opened your mouth, halfway between wanting to warn Eileen and shout at Mick. Mick reached for his gun and held it up in front of Eileen. “Woah woah!” Uncle Dean gasped.

“What are you doing?” Dad demanded.

“Mick put the gun down!” You shouted at him loudly. Everyone else had their hands up in defense except you.
“B-But she shot a Men Of Letters. She has to die!”
“It’s not as simple as that!” Dad protested.
“But it’s the code.” Mick was lost.
“Fuck the code!” You practically screamed at him. You stormed past Eileen and your Dad who grabbed onto your shoulder to stop you. You shrugged him off, marching right in front of the barrel. “Y/N, get out of my way.”
“You know I won’t.” You glared at him, trying your best not to look scared.
“Then I’ll shoot you too!” You could see up close that Mick’s eyes were teary.
“You won’t do that.” You said calmly “You don’t have to answer to that stupid code. You can answer to yourself.”

“Your Mum did that.” He was close to crossing a line you’d clearly drawn “And look where it got her.” Your eyes narrowed as he continued “Max tried. Look where that got her.” 
“You’re not Mum! You’re not Max! And you’re not my family!“ You cried.
Mick’s expression fell at your words. 

Please.” Eileen begged “Please don’t…”

Mick squeezed his eyes shut and took a deep breath. “Mick…” Dad had stepped forward, putting his hand on your shoulder and dragging you away from the gunpoint. Mick followed with the gun absentmindedly before putting it back in front of Eileen. “I know you have this code that you blindly answer to. But you’re better than that.”

Mick lowered his gun, looking in pain as he did so. He avoided everyone’s gaze. “Just go…” he whispered.
Dad nodded, backing away. Only he stopped when you didn’t move. You didn’t know what to do. Did you mean what you’d said? Half of you wanted to apologise whereas the other wanted to walk away. “Y/N,” Dad put his hands on your shoulders “Come on, kid.” 

The four of you trudged down the stairs. Eileen was in front, her hand went to her face where she no doubt wiped away an escaped tear. You watched sympathetically as she stumbled to a halt. 

“You okay?” Uncle Dean asked her.
She nodded for a few seconds, before changing her mind “No…hee wasn’t a monster…he wasn’t” Dad stood next to her, perhaps about to offer some form of comfort, but she hugged him without needing an offer. He hugged back, his head resting protectively on hers. 


“Morning…?” Dad raised an eyebrow at you. It was at least 2 or 3am by now. You’d been up for quite some time.
“Morning.” You hummed, not glancing up from your fidgeting hands.
“Been up long?” He asked, sitting down on the table next to you. Your feet swung, not quite touching the floor.
“A few minutes.” You shrugged.
“Right.” He nodded, still in his night clothes. You both knew he didn’t believe you, but no one said anything.
“What were you reading?” He asked, nodding towards the open book on the table. 
“I wasn’t actually reading it…” You admitted, not sure how to explain.
“What else do you do with books?” He asked, slipping off the table and folding it over to read the title “This is in Latin. You can read this?”
“Yeah, but I wasn’t reading it. I was just..turning the pages.”
“Turning the pages?” He echoed. You nodded, not wanting to say it out loud. Dad noticed your slight awkwardness and took a moment to think through everything you’d said. “Oh…you mean, Turning the pages like…with your mind?” 

You nodded. “Maybe if I use this…whatever this is…for harmless stuff it won’t build up. And I won’t hurt anyone.” 
He offered a sad smile then joined you again, his feet touched the floor. “Maybe.”
“I never told Mum.” You admitted.
“What?”
“I never told her. As far as she was concerned I was normal.” You explained.
“You are normal.” Dad reassured.
“Max couldn’t do it.” You ignored him.
“Really?”
“Just me.”

“I’m sorry…”
You frowned in thought “Why?” 
“Mick told us what happened to Max.” 
“Oh…” You looked away again.
“I know it must have been hard to watch it work on Claire after.. But, that is a good thing. It’s not fair, but it did save a life.” Dad tried to calm you down, but you’d already lost it over that. 
“They made me watch.” You said blankly.
“Watch?”


“When they realised that the cure wasn’t working they made me watch her die.” You took a deep breath. ‘Don’t cry’ you told yourself. 
“That’s horrible, Y/N I’m so sorry.” 
“I think-” You paused, having never said these words out loud before “I think they meant for her to get bitten.”
“What makes you think that?”
“They never liked us. They could just pass it as an excuse for an experiment. Nothing they did for us was ever due to good intentions.” You didn’t know how to say it without sounding way too suspicious of them.

“What did they have against you?”
“I’m not traditional. I’m not obedient. I didn’t go to Kendrick’s. I have a brain-”
You were cut off by him chuckling at the last point “You’ve been through a lot.” He commented.
“Not compared to some.” You shrugged it off.
“Doesn’t make it insignificant.” He countered, smiling at you.

You didn’t move for a while. “You should get some sleep.” He said, placing a gently hand on your shoulder. 
“Yeah.” You agreed absentmindedly. 
“Come on.” He said calmly, guiding you away from the room.

When you reached your bedroom you noticed he hadn’t left your side. “Y/N, hey. Look at me.” 
You glanced up, your eyes tired and teary. He had a sullen look. 

Without saying anything he wrapped his arms around you and hugged you tightly. You squeezed your eyes shut in his embrace in a desperate attempt to keep the tears from falling. Dad’s arms held you close in comfortable silence. “I’m proud of you.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your head. “So proud.”



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Stardust

(This plot is based around suicide- please be careful)



So it was late last night and I started thinking about my Best Son Anthony Stark, and how he isn’t Good With Emotion. 


He finds it difficult to tell people he cares, and show others that he loves them. Sometimes even physical touch or people handing him things makes him uncomfortable, so the Avengers moving in proved difficult at the beginning, because… well, he just isn’t used to that much casual camaraderie and contact being thrown around. Totally new ball game. And it scares the shit out of him.


So anyway. The team are all Bonding and Growing Together and stuff, and Tony is just out on a limb, because he doesn’t know how to fucking say that he likes them. He shows it, of course he shows it, that’s the only thing he ever can do well- but then his goddamn mouth just has to run off and say something stupid and they’re right back at square-fucking-one again. He doesn’t know what to do, and he just… he doesn’t feel like one of them. It hurts.


Then there’s a bad mission.


 A… a really bad mission. Something-Wears-Coulson’s-Face-And-Goes-On-A-Murderous-Rampage-Directed-At-Clint type of bad mission.



Clint tries to jump off the roof.



And Tony is suddenly… completely and utterly consumed by how painful that is to think about. How stupidly attached he’s become, not only to the Birdbrain, but the whole damn team. Remembering Clint, sat still and silent on the top of the tower with a half-empty bottle of whatever-the-fuck in his hand and an empty look in his eyes… it haunts him. 


Literally. He can’t sleep. He barely lets Clint out of his sight for weeks after, just in case. The thought plagues him, because he knows, fuck does he know, what it’s like to feel that sort of pain. And he can’t stand the thought of Clint suffering the same.


He feels like he’s doing nothing. Like he’s helpless. So one night of yet more insomnia, he decides to put the ball on his side of the court.


He starts writing.


By the end of the morning, there’s pages and pages of data- Clint’s triggers, his history, his likes and dislikes and his mental state- all cross-referenced with one another and neatly sorted into workable piles. He tells JARVIS to scan the work and track it with Clint’s behaviour; flagging him up in either amber for medium risk, or red for immediate. 


And once he’s done that- why the hell would he stop there?

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Protect

A little bit late for Day 1 but here it is, my contribution for @inukag-week

A small post-canon story about Inuyasha and Kagome’s first trip as a family.


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They were looking their way again. Even after he glared at the stupid humans. He had promised her not to growl at the people on the road or the townsmen. But he has not promised to avoid sending mental threats and murderous wishes around them.

He hated traveling. He had always hated it. It meant leaving the place he liked, his home–their home–, it also meant being around people who didn’t know them, that didn’t trust them and he was positive they didn’t want them there.

Inuyasha bit back another growl as a middle-aged woman saw them, took her whatever-she-was-carrying and turned away with a nasty scowl on their way.

“Come on, Inuyasha! Try to enjoy the day, it’s our first trip together,” Kagome said with a bright smile as she walked beside him, way too close to him for the liking of the stupid humans.

“I’m trying… see?”  

Kagome laughed at his fake smile, it was only a display of his white teeth and twitching eyebrows over half closed eyes.  After it stopped being funny, she stopped walking and faced him, using those way-too-intelligent eyes of hers to stare at his face and his tense pose.

Knowing he was not uncomfortable for the weight he was carrying, that it was something else, she asked with a serious voice “Why are you on edge? Do you feel something bad around?”

His bangs covered his eyes as he shook his head. “Then what is it, Inuyasha? and don’t you say nothing.”  

He rapidly closed his lips before that exact word left his lips. Trying to avoid her discomfort, ti shield her from some of the ugly aspects of being the wife of a halfbreed and protecting that happiness she constantly radiated was part of him, was part of who he was for her. Of the man he had become thanks to her. And even when she discovered he was holding something from her, he was not going to spill it so easy.

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as a thank you to @drcloyd here is part one of your present (your commissioned sapphic short story is coming soon) but since you donated more than was asked, as a thank you here is a one shot about your fave boys daryl and paul


           Paul Jesus Rovia considered himself a man of many talents.

           He could pick any lock, get himself out of any kind of knot, sweet talk his way through most, if not all, situations, and was a master at nearly every kind of martial arts. He was also an artist, musician, and photographer—those last three did him very little in the apocalypse.  Still, he knew he was good at all these things. It didn’t make him arrogant, it just made him smart.

           Once upon a time, Paul was also good at flirting, and getting what he wanted from men, but that skill was slowly diminishing with every passing moment. As it turned out, it was very hard to read Daryl Dixon. Paul had no idea what they were to each other. They had shared one very chaste kiss, so soft that it was barely there altogether, so short that Paul was starting to wonder whether or not he had imagined it altogether.

           It had happened on a run, two weeks ago. They had a close call, and Daryl had done what he always did—get mad. He had pushed Paul up against a tree and yelled at him for what he had done, for taking such a stupid risk, and tension filled the air between them as it had been doing for months. Daryl’s fists in Paul’s jacket, Paul not touching Daryl, since he knew Daryl did not always like to be touched. Then, somehow, they had kissed. It had started with Daryl looking at Paul’s lips, and Paul leaning in slowly, and Daryl’s breathing suddenly the nosiest and most adoring sound in the world. Interestingly Daryl’s nervousness kept Paul steady, it’s what made their kiss so soft. Their lips barely brushed, and yet it sent such a magnificent thrill through Paul, it was more them breathing against each other than anything. Daryl pulled away, and the moment was over, their hands falling to their sides, Paul’s body on fire. They continued on their run as normal, like nothing had happened, and every single day that followed it was still like nothing had happened.

           Except it wasn’t either.

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Protector pt. 4

Originally posted by camilafrade

Characters: Derek x Reader, Isaac, Chris, Gerard

Warnings: Mention of suicide, Drug use (marijuana) 

A/N: This started as a filler and it kinda blossomed. Also, for some reason I forgot about season 5 lol. So let’s just pretend that nothing changed with Duke and Gerard. Please be advised there’s a huge amount of drug use but remember, I age up to about 21/22. Thank you all for even glimpsing at my story.


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You rolled and stretched across the unfamiliar bed, reaching for the familiar form you usually felt. You kept reaching and felt nothing, then you remembered. You were mad at him.

“Morning Sunshine.” An unfamiliar voice echoed through the room, you opened your eyes to see a lanky boy with curly blond hair leaning over you with a shit eating grin on his face.

“What the fu–” you shot up and hit him with a pillow before scrambling to the headboard of the motel bed.

The boy had the audacity to laugh as he caught it with ease. After a second look at the boy you noticed that it was Isaac. Isaac who had eight deep claw marks and bullet wound and was writhing in pain less than 24 hours ago. Unless you were dreaming. A look around the hotel room suggested otherwise, with the bloodied sheets and the makeshift IV still on the nightstand being the most obvious evidence. How was he up and walking?

“Isaac!” The familiar boom of Derek’s voice sounded. “This is why you were a shitty beta” he said, glaring at the boy after walking to the room from outside. Beta? Derek definitely wasn’t a frat bro. What could he have meant?

“You said she needed to wake up.” Isaac defended himself.

“I said I would wake her up” Derek said, making his way over to you. “Stay away from her, dumbass”

You snorted to hold in your laughter. Even though you were mad at him, it was nice to see Derek letting loose around someone other than you. But why should he stay away from you. The sound made Derek’s head turn in your direction, you looked away.

“Anyway, it’s your turn to shower, dollface” Isaac said with a daring wink. Derek growled at the action and you walked to the restroom.

“Oh I-” you stopped and turned around.

“Got it.” Derek was already there with a towel and your clothes folded. You took it with a small smile. He didn’t give one back, instead his eyes bore into yours.

You looked into his eyes and realised that you weren’t truly mad at him. You were hurt, afraid, and all around tired of being kept in the dark. You brushed your fingers against his lightly and turned back, entering the restroom letting Derek close the door behind you. You turned on the shower and leaned against the door. You faintly heard Derek speaking and pressed your ear to the door to hear what they were saying.

“-Am I supposed to explain that?” Derek’s angry voice shot through the room.

“She seriously doesn’t know?” You heard what you thought to be Isaac say in an amused tone.

“No. And I’d like to keep it that way for a little while longer. You’re supposed to be injured” Derek said with a grunt.

“Calm down, I am…See.” he must have shown his wounds.

“Not nearly as bad as you should be.” Derek said in frustration. “Clean this up.” Was the last you heard before you heard the door slam. “And I don’t think I need to tell you what I’ll do to you if you so much as talk to her” Derek said before the door slammed again.
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The car ride was awkward to say the least. You sat next to Derek with a dumbfounded look on your face halfway through Denver. Chris was driving once again, trying to ignore the two younger men’s animosity. Well, Derek’s outright glare at Isaac as he went along as if he hadn’t gotten a bullet lodged out of him recently. What a weirdo.

“That woman’s going to think you murdered me” you were talking to Chris. He laughed at your statement because it was true. You’d left the bloodied sheets folded into a corner in the room.

“It’s a good thing I used a fake name.” He let out one more laugh.

“And burnt off your fingertips” Isaac said nonchalantly. What?!

“Enough! Isaac.” The bellow didn’t come from Derek, who looked ready to lunge at the boy. But, it came from Chris. “He is your sire. Respect his wishes” Chris said to the boy, his voice lowered to it’s normal octave. Isaac grunted and looked out the window.

“Are we’re just gonna pretend that I didn’t hear that?” You asked incredulously.

“If we can help it” Chris muttered.

“We can’t”

“Some of our business isn’t exactly legal” Derek spoke up next to you. You rose an eyebrow.

“What the hell?” You asked, none of the men spoke up “Are you part of the mafia?” They all laughed as if it was the funniest joke they’d heard in years.

“Yup. I’m a Gambino” Derek’s eyes danced with amusement.

“Haha.” You said dryly.

Isaac was still laughing and Chris had composed himself. You were getting tired if half truths and skirting around the issue. Derek could tell because throughout the entire morning he’d failed to kiss you on the lips, only the cheek and head. He was getting frustrated and you could tell. He was one for tiny displays of PDA. Like shoulder kisses, quick lip bites and constant touching when he was near, even now, as you were mad at him he kept his leg tightly pressed against yours in the backseat of the ‘inconspicuous’ black SUV.

So yeah, you could say Derek was tense again. The mood had shifted exponentially and the two in the front could tell because Chris decided to blast the college rock station and Isaac just shifted to looking out the window. Who was Derek Hale, who were any of these people? You’d spent almost three years with him and you accepted that he was keeping things from you. Maybe it was because in every television show and book you read when one of the parties in a relationship was hiding something it was something over the top amazing. Like being a spy - you had this silly thought that he was going off and beating up French and Swiss bad guys trying to infiltrate ​the countries security. At one point your thought of Derek being a mafioso came to life when you were out to dinner one night at an Italian place and a man began screaming at him in Italian and yelled back, fluently. That night ended in Derek knocking the guy out and some amazing sex before you both ate your to go cannolis.

You smiled at the fond memory and gripped Derek’s thigh lightly. The touch brought Derek’s eyes to your hand, as he was staring at you previously. He rested his hand atop yours and held tight. Hell, he may not be something as outrageous as a spy or a mafioso but, he was yours. And whatever trouble he was in would become yours. He wasn’t off the hook though. If you were gonna fight this… Duecalion fellow you were going to need to know why. Which brought back all your questions, you were about to ask about Duecalion when Isaac spoke up.

“Hey, we’re in Colorado, right?” Isaac turned to face the backseat​ and both you and Derek nodded.

“Why?” Chris asked beside him.

“Can we get high?” Isaac questioned. It wasn’t a ‘can we pull over to smoke’ kind of question, it was a 'are we able to’ kind of question. You rose an eyebrow and tilted your head. You were confused at the question but also intrigued. Was it against the rules in their 'World?’ if so, they’re in for a rude awakening.

“Derek and I get high all the time” you told them seriously. This caused Chris to choke on air and and Isaac to form a lopsided grin.

“Oh really?” He directed his question to Derek.

“Well, not all the time but, in the past we have.” You told them both. Derek just grunted out a yeah.

“And it worke-” Isaac caught himself “I mean you got high?!” Isaac asked well, accused.

“Yes, Isaac. Now shut up.” Derek said.

“Let’s get high!” Isaac bounced in his seat he was not a good listener. You mused.

“It is legal here…” The older men looked at you, shocked. “Watch the road!” You yelled at Chris.

“I can drive with my hands tied behind my back and blindfolded” he said seriously, but turned to face the road either way. At this point, you believed him.

You didn’t go against the idea. You wanted Derek to stop killing Isaac with his eyes repeatedly. If looks could kill, right? Plus, you needed to get your mind off of this without a killer hangover, like the one the shower washed away earlier. Chris pulled into a dispensary and turned to face you, you started pulling out cash to hand to him.

“Yeah right.” Isaac said when you tried to hand him the money. Chris just looked at Derek amused.

“Hey, she likes to pay her way. I’d take it if I were you. She bites” Derek said with a shake of his head. Chris took it after a beat.

“What do you want?” He asked like he was going grocery shopping.

“Blue dream, Grandaddy OG Kush and…” You bit your lip “cheese” you finished. The boys just looked at you as Derek looked kind of…Proud? “If they don’t have that just tell them to make a salad bowl.” You nodded firmly.

“Maybe you should come in with me?” Chris said, a little confused.

“You’re a big boy, Chris. I have faith in you.” You smiled and shooed him. Derek looked at Isaac pointedly.

“I’ll go!” He jumped at the chance to have his first marijuana dispensary experience.

Once the younger and older men were gone Derek spoke up.

“I’m ​sorry. You deserve to know everything. I’m literally dragging you back and forth across the country and you deserve to be in a penthouse with your feet kicked up and a martini in your hand. Or a joint, whatever. You shouldn’t be out here, it’s too dangerous and I’m making you do this for me. Argent told me that you were ready to stab someone last night and I can’t let you do that. I can’t let you get hurt, but I’m afraid you’ll leave if you find out! And if you leave me then I literally have nothing and I can’t take that, I don’t know who I am without you-” Derek’s words were running together at the end of his rant so you stopped him with your lips pressing against his.

“Shut up” you told him as you leant back. “What did I tell you?” You asked him. “There’s gonna have to be a lot more than this to get you away from me. Of course I’d stab someone for you, I eat glass if it meant you’d be okay.” He huffed with a smile at the revelation. “I deal with your mood swings. This is nothing” he rolled his eyes at that. “Seriously though, I want to know. You can’t keep me in the dark for much longer. I can tell I’m about to find out. And I’d rather it be from you” you said honestly. That’s why you haven’t done the obvious thing and outright asked Isaac. “Now go back to being mean, tough Derek before they come back” you said as you placed your hands on both sides of his face and pushed his hair back.

“You’re perfect.” He whispered, more to himself even though he was watching you.

Isaac and Chris came back looking triumphant. They dropped the bags in your lap and you took a look inside, it had all been labeled accordingly. They had blunt wraps, the weed and had even gotten some munchies and poweraid. They were really trying to experience the stoner paradise with this, huh? You thought.

“You know the markup on this food is outrageous,right?” You looked at the two.

“We didn’t want to waste any time getting snacks.” Chris said giddily. You covered your mouth to hold your laughter. “It’s been a long time, okay?” He said with an eye roll which made Derek and Isaac begin to laugh. “I hate you guys” he said with an unmanly pout and hopped in the passenger seat.

Apparently it was time to rotate because they knew exactly what to do, Derek took the Drivers seat but not before placing the armrest down and kissing you heatedly. Isaac groaned and took the seat next to you, separated by the divider. You giggled from your seat and opened the bags up.

Where are we going?“ You asked as you took the weed out and began grinding it up, Isaac watched curiously, Derek watched Isaac and Chris was just enjoying his rock.

“To my bunker, gotta pick some stuff up and, if we’re gonna do this,we have to be safe.” The final man spoke.You rolled your eyes, yeah this is what’s gonna affect our safety.

You opened the package of blunts, broke one open and began dumped the tobacco in the empty bag. Isaac was still watching you and Derek looked up occasionally to watch from the rearview mirror, you winked at him when you caught his eye. You took the ground up weed and put it in the now empty blunt wraps and began rolling, once it was done you made sure to catch Derek’s eyes in the mirror and lick the blunt painfully slow, Isaac almost gasped before ruining your moment by saying.

“Derek… Your girlfriend is so hot” he gave you a small smile and Derek turned around and punched his arm, so quickly you almost missed it. Isaac definitely felt it because he growled and whined. “Fuck!” He held the arm where Derek hit, his eyes looked yellow for a fleeting moment. Must of been his hair in his eyes.

“I know, I see her everyday. She's​ beautiful” He said, a satisfied smile on his lips. You could feel yourself blushing.

“Whatever.” He pouted reminding you of a golden retriever, “Do it again!” He told you, Derek cleared his throat. “What? Do you know how to do it?” He asked holding up the blunt to the two older men in the front. They conceded and you repeated the process three more times.
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By the time you were finished with rolling you were in front of what Chris called a bunker. I guess that’s what it was, truthfully it was three storage containers linked together in an old junk yard. With two bedrooms, a kitchenette a living room and a bathroom. As you entered you thought back to your questions, but Isaac was so excited to smoke that you gave him his blunt just to calm him down. You distributed the other two and Isaac stayed looking confused.

“If you’re anything like Derek, your tolerance is insanely high” you told him. On the occasion that you did smoke, Derek usually smoked his entire blunt and some of yours.

“I..Have no idea how to do this.” Isaac spoke up, Derek snorted, having already lit his, Chris had gone to collecting the items he needed. Which probably meant guns ammo and whatever else he kept in his weird bag.

You smiled and took it from him, lighting it and inhaling deeply before blowing out an O-ring. Isaac looked like a guppy and took his blunt gingerly. He followed your instructions and got the hang of it pretty quickly, coughing after each hit. You reassured him that it’d get better soon.

“You started without me?” Chris asked when he came back, two bags doing over his shoulders.

“Gotta move quicker than that, old man.” Derek said with a chuckle. He just gave Derek a disapproving look before lighting his. You finally had the chance to light yours and plopped down on the uncomfortable couch provided in the bunker.

About thirty minutes later you were laying on the couch on your back, giggling with the guys. Derek sat next next to you with your head in his lap, Isaac was vegging out on the floor and when Chris said he bought munchies for everyone… He really meant himself because you all had one bag of chips between you, Derek and Isaac whilst Chris had hot Cheetos, sour patch kids, Skittles and Reese’s all to himself. He literally smacked your hand as you reached for the Sour Patch Kids, Derek growled and snatched the sour candy from him, dumping the candy in your mouth with a mischievous gleam in his eye. Your eyes widened as he kept going after your mouth was full. You shot up and chewed the candy in your mouth, throwing the few that fell on your lap at him.

“Derek!” You squealed with a laugh scrunched up your face.

“You wanted it.” He muttered, a smile playing at the edge of his lips. He plopped the few that you threw at him in his mouth.

“This is why I kept it to myself.” Chris spoke up, shoveling hand full of Skittles in his mouth.

“No, you’re being just greedy, Argent” Derek said with a side eyed glace towards Chris. Derek knocked the sour patch kids against Isaac’s head, offering the boy the candy. Isaac took it slowly.

“I don’t get to eat a lot of junk food!” Chris said with squinted eyes. “We can’t all have inhuman metabolism” he grunted quietly, sparking up again. Derek snorted out laughter.

The comment got your mind reeling, Derek could tell because he groaned and pulled you on his lap.

“Stop thinking so much, we’re supposed to be relaxing” he whispered after dipping his lips to your ear.

“I can’t! Why does Chris have a bunker? Why do you all talk in such cryptic sentences? Why are we not freaking out right now?” You asked lowly at first, so only Derek could hear but the questions quickly because everyone for the room.

“Because I’m a werewolf.” Derek said seriously. That apparently woke Isaac up because his head whipped around to you both. Chris dropped his bag and  did the same. You smiled and laughed at the ridiculous jpke, pushing Derek’s chest.

“You would have convinced me if they existed” you said once you stopped laughing. It was true, it was very convincing. “I love you” you said, the amusement still in your demeanor.

He gave you a small smile and kissed your shoulder “I love you back.” His arms snaked his way around your waist and he leaned his head on your shoulder.

You’d spent almost an of trying to get Derek to show off his Dance moves and him fiercely declining in front of his friends. Seriously, he loved to dance when you were alone, so the fact that he got such a red face when you mentioned it made you pick on him even more. You smiled down at the sleeping Derek. He needed to, knowing him he didn’t sleep last night, well earlier today. So you let him suck up his little few hours of sleep. You were in the middle of running your hands through his short black hair when Isaac came back into the room from the bathroom.

“The old men just can’t handle it, huh?” He laughed and say in the recliner that Chris once sat in. He’d gone to the bedroom on the far end of the bunker. You snorted.

“Says the one who was counting invisible stars twenty minutes ago” the puppy dog - you found yourself calling​ him in your head - began blushing profusely. “Why do you and Derek butt heads so much?” You nodded towards the boy, changing the subject while you could get some answers.

“We don’t, really. That’s just Derek” he shrugged. It was strange, because you knew Derek was nothing but surly to most people but, his dynamic with Isaac and Chris were very opposite. With Chris it was like he respected everything he said and the way they spoke to each other was as if they were best friends. With Isaac it was like he was scolding his younger brother constantly.

“It’s just… He acts like you piss him off with everything you do” you said with a light laugh.

“Everything pisses Derek off.” He said with a laugh, you smiled at that. It was kind of true. “He saved my life. And I don’t mean the way they did last night.” You’d almost forgotten about that. You wanted to ask him how his wounds were but you decided against it, in fear of losing the story. “My father didn’t like me very much and Derek showed me what a real family could be. He introduced me to Scott and he kept me from ending up at the bottom of the ocean. He made me one of them and I’m thankful” He looked at Derek with an intense stare. “He may be a douche, but he protects those he cares about”

“I resent the whole douche thing”  Derek stated, his eyes still closed. You jumped and stopped your motion.

“Why do you do that?” You accused your boyfriend. He shrugged and grabbed your hand that rested in his hair and began moving it again. You snorted and gave in to his wishes after he let go. Big baby.

“Love you too, Isaac” Derek said to the boys insinuated revelation. You wanted to cry from happiness, even though the words were fleeting both you and Isaac were shocked. Derek never showed emotion towards anything but puppies and you. It was amazing to hear the words come out of his mouth.

“Gross dude, your girlfriend’s right there.” Isaac responded, holding back his grin. The boy hadn’t known how to respond and that was clear but, he was happy to hear the words, that much was obvious.

Derek sat up immediate and Isaac’s head snapped towards the door. Both of them called for Argent and he ran to the room, Gun pointed forward. You didn’t know what was happening, what alerted them to the danger? Was there some unseen alarm?

“Speaking of shitty father’s” Isaac muttered and stood, all three men were now surrounding you with their backs turned towards you.

“Umm..?” You looked around. Argent took the throwing knives from his pocket and handed them to Derek who in turn handed them to you. You took them gingerly and tried to match their stances.

Argent stood his gun still in hand and pointed towards the door. Derek stood to his left, directly in front of you, standing in an animalistic hunch. Isaac stood on the end in a stance similar to Derek, his body still looked human though.

Moments later the door opened and Katrina sauntered in with an older man a much older man. “Lotta sugar daddies” you muttered. Isaac snorted out a laugh and Derek shook with silent laughter. Chris completely ignored you, the older man was conditioned to tune everything out.

“What are you doing here Gerard?” Chris spoke loud and firm.

“Now, now Christoph is that any way to greet your father?” The man said as he got closer, you noticed that he had a black and white hankerchief in hand and he coughed into it. It dawned on you that the hankerchief wasn’t black and white, he was coughing up black fluid. Mountain ash. How was he walking around, didn’t this stuff kill people?

“You lost that right when you betrayed our code.” Argent told his father.

“And what are you doing?” Katrina spoke up

“We don’t kill those who haven’t killed innocents” Chris argued back.

“Lower your gun” Gerard told his son, his nose began leaking mountain ash and he wiped his nose. “We just want these two lone wolves” he finished.

“Leave and you survive.” Derek spoke up.

“Cute, and who’s gonna kill me?” Katrina began walking forward, “your little oblivious play thing?” You peered around Derek and glared at her.

“Bitch.” You muttered.

“What are you whispering over there? My hearing’s not as good as theirs” she nodded towards Derek and Isaac.

“Bitch” you enunciated every syllable.

“Fiesty little thing you got there, Derek” Gerard said in a skincrawling tone. As he said that a light fog began intruding the vents located on the floor. They were stalling.

“Derek.” You pointed at the vents and he pushed you back behind him.

He cracked his neck quickly and you could see his facial hair grow thicker and his ears took a sharper point. The most alarming thing was his roar. He had a literal room shaking, ear splitting roar. That was him the other night? You backed up, alarmed and he turned with a sympathetic look in his eyes that were now glowing blue. Did he have fangs? You chanced a look at the two other men and Isaac had a very similar appearance. Chris just stood strong now with two guns pointed. You wanted to pass out

Trophy Girlfriend Jay Park x Reader [Requested]

Request: Annyeong! If the requests are still open? Can I ask for a Jay Park scenario? If yes then, I’d like it if you are best friends acting like a couple. Thank you so much and sorry If they aren’t open♡ I’ll support you!!

Hello! Requests are still open so you’re okay! And please do support us! We appreciate it! I hope you like it! I rushed a bit at the end so if you want it fixed I can!

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Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Word Count: 2525

Genres: Angst, Romance, Fluff

Warnings: None (unless you count sasaengs)

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Originally posted by korean-hip-hop

Y/N PoV:

Damn, where is he? You awkwardly looked around the airport with the stack of your luggage piled next to you. You were visiting your good friend Jay in Korea, and he was supposed to be here to pick you up.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

You looked down at your phone, he had sent you a text apologizing for being late.

You rolled your eyes, of course he was running late. But that was Jay, and even though you acted like this, you couldn’t deny the attraction you felt towards him. But how could he not be late when his fangirl stalkers were watching him. What were they called again?

Ah that’s right, sasaengs.

You had definitely heard about the hardcore fandoms of the K-hip hop and K-pop world from Jay before.

It’s a good thing I wore sunglasses and a face mask.

You thought to yourself. Who knew what would happen to you and Jay if paparazzi and sasaengs caught a sight of your face.

“Turn around.”

You yelped at the male voice in your ear, completely knowing who the suspect was.

“Jay!” you exclaimed glaring at his also sunglassed and masked face, “were you really running late or were you sneaking up on me the whole time!?”

He shrugged, “Little of both. How could I resist a view from the back?” he jokingly smirked.

You slapped his arm hard, “Stop being such a perv jackass.”

“Son of a bitch!” he cussed, “we’ve been best friends for years but I still can’t get over that pack a punch strength you have.”

“Wow, I forgot how much of a bitch you were,” You laughed.

“Why are we even friends, again?” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow, “I heard that. Now hurry, I’m getting tired!”

He mock bowed before loading your stuff into the car. The cockiness was on fire today, you thought. You felt an itch behind your mask so you quickly unhitched it from behind your ears when a gust of wind blew it away.

“Shit!” you cussed, trying to catch it, knocking into Jay.

“Y/N?” he asked, confused.

He moved to stand, accidentally smacking your sunglasses off your face. The wind continued to blow and you dropped to catch your sunglasses, moving Jay’s sunglasses.

“Achoo!” Jay sneezed and his mask came off.

You both froze.

“Oh shit,” you whispered, realizing that both of you had no protection against the paparazzi.

“Y/N,” he said, voice low in case onlookers were listening, “Get into the car… now.” Judging my his tone, you both needed to jet fast. You hopped into the shotgun seat forgetting about your sunglasses while Jay closed the trunk and hopped in.

Flash. Flash.

You winced, paparazzi and sasaengs were not a force to be messed with here in South Korea.

“Fuck, hurry up Jay!” you yelled.

“There’s a load of fangirls in front of us! What am supposed to do? Run them over like ‘sorry, I need to save my sorry ass in exchange for your shitty life!?” he yelled back.

You narrowed your eyes before reaching over and slamming your hand down the steering wheel to startle the surrounding people.

“I don’t care,” you said lowly, “GO!”

Not even caring, he stepped on the petal, making the onlookers jump out of the way. It was silent until-

“Well I was glad you were staying at my place for another reason,” he said suggestively, “but now it’s even better because now you’re under my protection.”

You groaned, “The sasaengs are going to try and kill me aren’t they?”

Jay shrugged, but you already knew the answer. You were glad all your social media was private, or by now you would be receiving so much hate mail. Jay soon pulled to a stop at a tall building.

“We need to talk to Kiseok,” he explained, “here’s another face mask.”

You caught the one he threw at you and hooked it behind your ear, following him into the building. He was already talking to another attractive male, eyes widening when the latter showed him something on his phone.

“Shit,” Jay muttered, walking up, “this was supposed to be a bestfriend visit type of thing,” he sighed, “but now it’s blown out of proportions.

“What happened?” you inquired.

“Well obviously,” Jay said, “the paparazzi is going to spin some dating scandal. But what’s worse is a girl got your sunglasses and your face mask that you dropped earlier. She said that she’s the one who was with me and using them as evidence. She’s claiming that I just had a one night stand with her…she’s not even my type.”

“Jay!” you hit him over the head, “be serious here!”

“Yea…she’s saying that I lead her on for weeks only to break her heart and humiliate her in front of all her friends and that I was bad in bed and kept verbally saying vulgar things,” he said.

You bit your lip, “Wow, is she an anti?”

Jay nodded, “Yea probably. And the only way to fix it is to find someone to actually stand in as a girlfriend to prove her wrong.”

You faltered a little… who would he choose?

“Ah okay…” you said.

“So I have to find someone who would fit what the girl looks like,” he showed you his phone.

You studied the picture, she had Y/E/C eyes and Y/H/C hair. She almost looked familiar…. No wait, extremely familiar! She looked like you!

“Wha?” you wondered.

“Y/N,” he said seriously (for once), “will you please stand in as my fake girlfriend? It might be awkward as hell and a pain in the ass, but I really need-”

You gave him a quick smile, “Of course!” you smiled, “what are best friends for?”

“Well…” he said, “there are special type of friends-”

You rolled your eyes trying to suppress the heat from your cheeks, “don’t even think about it Jay.”

“No harm in trying!”

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Your palms were sweaty, and quite clammy as well, as you waited for Jay. The press conference had seemed too terrifying…. Until now. Although you and Jay had practiced multiple times together already over the span of 3 days, you were afraid you were going to forget everything.

“Breathe,” Jay said, coming up to you, “just like we practiced. Oh- you look good too,” he winked at you.

You laughed, feeling a lot calmer already, “Thanks.” You felt a little over dressed from your usual attire, seeing as you had to make a good impression for the sake of Jay.

“The press conference will now start.”

Almost instantly, you are bombarded with questions. There were cameras going off, in hopes to catch a good image of you two with all the pushing going on. To be honest, you were feeling quite overwhelmed again.

“U-uh,” you stutter a bit, “one at a time please!”

They ignored you, ticking Jay off a bit. He might jokingly insult you from time to time, but he at least respected your requests.

“You heard her!” he raised his voice, “one at a time!”

You smiled gratefully at him, as the reporters listened to him.

“So it was you pictured with Jay Park and not the other girl?” a woman asked you.

You shook your head, smiling like you had practiced, “Yes, it was me. The girl was an anti, and so when we ran off, she grabbed my dropped objects to use it as false evidence.”

“I see…” reporters scribbled your words down on their notepads.

“How come we’ve never seen you?”

“How long have you-”

You continued to answer the continuous stream of questions they had for you. You were a little stiff at first, but as time dragged on, you felt yourself relax. Sooner than expected, the press conference ended.

You sank down in your chair, “Hah…that was tiring.”

“You did good,” Jay said, drinking a bottle of water, “just like we had practiced.”

You narrowed your eyes, “Just like we had practiced my ass! What was all of that!? Kissing my cheek and putting your hands all over me like that!”

“Well,” he said teasingly, “if you’re going to be my fake girlfriend, might as well take the chance! And with that little display, they didn’t doubt our story!”

“That is true…” you mused, “but next time you gotta tell me.”

He put his hands up in mock surrender, “Whatever you say. Let’s go, I don’t know about you but I want to sleep.”

“Same,” You yawned.

“We can always sleep together-”

“Don’t even think about it,” you interrupted, cheeks suddenly blazing. Why was your face hot? Surely by now, you would know Jay’s perverted ways already.

“Alright,” he said, defeated, “let’s go.”

You let him take your arm as you both walked to the car. Almost instantly, you felt your eyes close, heavy with sleep as you sat shotgun.

Bzzt. Bzzt.

You felt your phone buzz and you looked down. You had received a text from an unknown number.

“Stupid bitchy whore, taking Jay.”

You’re eyes narrowed, how had they found out your number? You watched as your phone collected more and more messages, most likely from sasaengs.

Bitch

Go die!

Kill yourself!

You’re not good enough!

Ugly!

Fake ass plastic barbie!

You felt your mood decline, and your wanting of sleep slip away as you read the messages. You suddenly felt paranoid, if they could find your number, they could find and do almost anything!

“Hey…” Jay said, noticing your silence, “are you okay?”

You didn’t want him to worry anymore than he did, “Yea!” you forced yourself to say, “just tired, that’s all.”

He didn’t seem to believe you, but didn’t press it. You blocked the numbers and turned your notifications off to keep you from showing any signs of abnormal behavior. You looked out the car window and let the steady rhythm lull you to sleep.

Jay’s PoV:

We pulled up at the house and Y/N was sleeping peacefully. I looked at her face and stared, it was rare that I ever got to see her with her guard down. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, but I noticed her phone kept flashing.

“Mmm,” she stirred in her sleep.

I set her down on the bed, before grabbing her phone. She said she was just tired but… we were best friends. I can tell when she’s lying. In fact, I’m a bit insulted that she didn’t think I’d notice.

‘What’s her password again?’

I thought about it for a bit. Y/N would put her password as something only people who really knew her well would know. I typed in (your password) and her phone unlocked. I frowned at what I saw.

You better watch your back!

We’re going to get you!

Your death will be my happiest day

Some messages were downright insulting, while others were just plain threatening. I frowned and started blocking all the numbers. When I was finished I clenched my free hand into a fist.

Don’t worry… I’ll protect you.

I stood up and went to close the door. I would protect from from everyone and everything… including me and my damn thoughts.

Y/N’s PoV

I fluttered my eyes open, trying to suppress my blush from when Jay carried me. The power of a long term crush…. is frightening. But could I take this as a sign that he liked me back?

Bzzt. 

I let out a frustrated groan, remembering that Jay had found about the hate messages. No matter how hard I had tried to not worry him, it ended in the opposite.

I can’t just receive… I’ve gotta give too…

I stared at my phone. And I could start with deleting all my social media. 

~Time Skip~

I threw my phone back onto the bed after finishing making my whole life private. If I had no social media I could do nothing to harm Jay.

“You awake?”

I jumped a little when I heard Jay’s voice from outside the door. Taking my silence for an answer, he opened the door.

“Hey wake up- oh,” he stared a little, “you’re awake.”

I nodded, “Yea, just woke up a little while ago. Did you need something?”

“Do I need a reason to talk to my best friend?” he smirked at me cockily at me, looking crazily sexy.

I returned his smirk with a raised eyebrow, “Yes you should, it’s a privilege to be able to talk to the queen!” I joked.

He laughed and sat on the edge of he bed, “Wow, I see your lame sense of humor hasn’t changed.”

“Lame? If I remember correctly it was you who snorted milk out of your nose laughing at my jokes!” you cried out.

This caused both of you to break out into laughter. It felt good to laugh, seeing all the craziness that has happened in such a short matter of time.

Jay ceased to laugh first, “But in all seriousness… I saw the messages you were getting from the sasaengs.”

“Oh,” you fiddled with your thumbs, “I didn’t want to stress you out anymore than you already were-”

“Bullshit,” he spat, “we’re best friends Y/N. That means no matter what, we can share shit with each other. And the moment you agreed to this it meant you could confide with me.”

You sat in silence for a while, stunned at his little speech. You felt your heart melting at his words. Could the man in front of you get any more perfect in your eyes?

“Jay…” you started, “How uncharacteristically gentleman like you were just now!”

He groaned, “Y/N I’m serious! You can talk to me about anything, even the weirdest shit. Because you didn’t have to do this. I know it’s going to be awkward and that you hate it and I don’t deserve you fake or real platonic or not but-”

You widened your eyes at the unsuspecting confession. You saw that Jay was surprised too.

“I mean that-”

You processed the words… he liked you? Your heat beat faster and you began to lightly hit yourself.

“I’m dreaming,” you said to yourself, “this is just a good dream and he doesn’t like me.”

Jay paused at his attempt to salvage his pride, “A good dream? Doesn’t like you?” he slowly processed the words before taking your hands, “no, this is real. Don’t like you!? Are you kidding!? I’ve waited years! And my thoughts were so…. so…. so dirty!”

You blushed, “But you flirt with everyone!”

“To hide the fact that I like you! Y/N, it’s been you!”

You sat in shock, not believing what you heard. One last time, you pinched yourself to make sure you were awake.

“Don’t hurt your beautiful self,” Jay said, taking your hands, “this is real.”

You buried your face into his shirt, wrapping your arms around his waist, “It’s been you for years too,” you mumble embarrassed.

Smiling, Jay rested his chin on your head, hugging back, “I’m glad.”

You smiled as well, I guess you were his girlfriend now…. for real.

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-Admin H (with help from Admin G) (Thanks for requesting! Hope you all enjoyed!)

Lone Wolf (Werewolf AU J-Hope)

Originally posted by hoseokb

Type: Fluff

Request: I really love your writing and since you’re in the mood for AUs is it ok if I request a wolf AU with j-hope any kind of plot is fine since its your writing and you never disappoint ~💖


You smirked as you flipped the gun around your finger before you pulled the trigger. “Damn wolves” you mumbled smirk fropping. You kicked the creature with your combat boots as he groaned. You bent down as you pushed some hair out of his face “little puppy you’re not gonna die yet as long as your puppy friends know how to get wolfsbane out” you coo as he opened his eyes. You stroked his cheek before you looked down at your boots dropping his head “mutt blood on my shit kickers” you continue to yourself as you propped yourself onto the dark corner. “Now we wait” you hummed as you rested your head on your hand.

~

You sighed as the clock ticked by, you popped your pocket knife out as you cut his shirt open and found the wound. “This will hurt” you told him as you dug the blade in. His eyes flashed open as they were bright yellow before you shoved him down and tisked as you popped the bullet out. You went into your bag and pulled out a vial and opening the man’s mouth pouring the liquid in. You stayed on him as you waited for him to wake up.

~

By morning you were sitting under the metal table playing with your phone. Soon he sat up looking around, growling when he caught you in his sights. He went to jump on you when you pulled your gun out “ah ah ah” you coo as he froze. “Now are you a loser or something. No one came to save you?” you ask. “I’m a lone wolf” he says. “Damnnit. My group is going to kill me” you groan. “Then don’t go back” he says. You took him in seeing his clothing was filthy, he didn’t look like he ate well, and looked tired beyond belief and you felt bad. “Hey I know I almost killed you but come with me” you say.

~

He buttoned the shirt up as he sat up on your bed. He was very happy to be clean. You nearly killed but as of now all you seemed to want to do was take very good care of him. He slept in your bed, ate dinner with you, and showered all because you weren’t very good at your job. “Go to hell” you hissed quietly into your phone as you put the phone down, he didnt understand why you whispered, he is a wolf so his hearing was heightened. “What’s wrong?” he asked “nothing” you tell him after jumping slightly. “Something is wrong” he said “the leader found out what I did” you told him scratching your neck. He looked down “don’t worry Hoseok” you say. “Are they gonna come after you?” he asked as you shrugged. “I’m leaving tonight. Do you want to come?” you asked him as he looked before he nodded.

~

You soon found out Hoseok had marked you as his. He didn’t want to leave you for a reason. He was a loyal man and maybe that’s why you began falling for him. You two even ran into a pack when all you were trying to do was find somewhere safe to live with one another. They thought you were acting for a decent portion of time because you had a very obvious tattoo on your lower back symbolizing that you were a hunter. Hoseok promised it meant nothing now, she was the mate of a werewolf and all so you were no longer in the game of hunting more a less you were into protecting the pack. Even when they were hunted by your old group.

~

“Let her go” you say calmly as your gun pressed to the temple of your once dear friend. “You’re kidding me” he groaned as you pulled the hammer back. “I though you had more class than that” you growl as he let go of the young werewolf pup. “Jayeon go home” you tell her as she nods heading towards the door before it was blocked by a larger female who pulled out her gun. “You think I’d actually come alone to this wolf town?” the male hissed as he turned and the gun was pressed into the center of his head. “Look at it this way. You kill me she kills you then the mutt too” he cooed as you smile. “You think I’m dumb enough to come alone?” you tease before a few pairs of yellow eyes become clear through out the home.

Fear crossed the two hunters faces “you’d betray your own kind?” the girl asked nervously “you already did it to me. I have a new job and I quite like it” you spoke as you smacked the butt of your gun into the man’s head and turned firing straight at the girl hitting her in the shoulder making her drop the gun.

“What should we do with them?” Jimin asked you as his daughter jumped into his arms he rested his hand onto the back of her head and kissed her forehead. “You know, I think you should bite them” you say as a dark smirk came over your face “you can’t do that, I’d rather die” the male hisses clutching his head. “Don’t worry hunters usually end up with the bite rejection and die” Namjoon coos “oh look of all nights to be out” Taehyung teases pointing out the window at the full moon “enjoy your agony” Jayeon giggles as Jimin carries her out of the home. “Have fun you two. Don’t play too much with your food” you say taking the hunters guns with you as you head to the door closing it behind you leaving Namjoon and Taehyung to do their things.

~

“You found her” Seokjin spoke up as you guys entered the pack’s new hideout. “Ex hunter is pretty bad ass” Jimin says as you smile. “Why didn’t you want me to go with you?” Hoseok asked “I knew what I was doing. If I did die I wanted one of us to be with the pups” you tell him as he clutched his small son close to him. “You’re still recovering” he insisted “I got the job done” you tell him waving him off. “Don’t be like that. I was being serious” he calls as he follows behind you. “I’m fine. We might need all of us if the others come after these two” you told him as he gave you a look. “We’re fine for now thats all that matters” you promise.

Whiskey Tango

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pairing: Nalu

Rated: T

Summary: Without a second thought, Lucy quickly downed one last whiskey before jumping to her feet and grabbed Natsu by the hand without a word, dragging him to the dance floor. He didn’t seem to mind though, stumbling his way after her with his face flushed and graced with a smile.

Word count: 5247

Just a one-shot I thought up as I had a really rough week not too long ago with midterms and projects and this was the result. 

This deals with anxiety and alcohol and all that jazz so just a heads up on that.

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Also thanks to the amazing @x-benihime for your help with this. It honestly probably would have been shit without your input so thank you <3 


                                  Into each life some rain must fall.
                                   -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


“A double whiskey please.”

The bartender nodded, pulling out a bottle of Jameson and pouring it into a glass, handing it across the bar. Lucy sighed, looking down into the glass with a sort of resentment before knocking it back in one swing. It had been a long week with her midterms and assignments all shoved together forming her own personal hell.

She ordered another.

She was tired. She was so tired, and she just wanted to drink and have a well-deserved break. It was a Friday night, and she didn’t have anything due again for a while so she told herself why the fuck not.

Though, she supposed, getting wasted at 8pm alone probably wasn’t the best decision she made in a while. But she didn’t have anything else to do (except study and catch up on some work, but who’s counting), and her friends all decided to go home for the weekend, so here she was. It’s not like she minded the alone time though; the bar was really relaxing at this time with only a few people around, and the music was pretty calming.

In any case, at least she would get a good night’s sleep for once.

“What’s a pretty lady like yourself doing all alone at a bar on a Friday night?” Turning towards the voice, Lucy fought down the urge to visibly shudder. An older man- probably in his 60’s- sat beside her, leering down at her.

Forcing a small smile onto her face, she politely lied, “oh I’m not alone, just waiting on my boyfriend. He should be getting here any minute.” Lucy turned her back on the man and turned towards the bartender, ordering another drink.

She was definitely going to have a headache in the morning.  

“Well that’s awfully rude, making his little miss wait so long.” The sickly voice drawled, slurring on his words and making Lucy twitch. She thought she had dealt with the situation.  

She just wanted to be left alone.

“I came early, he isn’t late. Totally my fault.” She avoided looking at the man, trying to give him the hint to leave her alone.

She heard a chair scrape against the floor, and glanced over to see him moving closer. She internally groaned, not in the mood to deal with this at all.  

Just as he was about to say something else- probably something sexist and degrading- she felt an arm slip around her shoulders, a voice whispering in her ear.

“Just go with it.”

Startled and confused, Lucy glanced to the side to see a man with pink hair and a large grin plastered on his face, hand giving her shoulder a squeeze.

“Hey babe, sorry I’m late. Got caught up with some work.”

Lucy saw the old man get up and move, probably to find some other poor young girl to creep out. The pink haired man moved his arm away taking the seat next to her, looking sheepish.

“Sorry for just springing up out of nowhere, just looked like you were really uncomfortable so I thought I’d try to help.” His cheeks were a bit rosy, from embarrassment or alcohol Lucy didn’t know. He scratched the back of his neck, almost absentmindedly as he ordered a drink.

“What’s your name?” she blurted out, face heating up after realizing she had been staring.

Whiskey was not her friend in that moment.

Looking surprised, the man quickly regained composure and offered her a large grin. “Names Natsu, nice to meet ya!” He threw out his hand, which Lucy took without a second thought.

“I’m Lucy. Nice to meet you too.” She supposed she should have been a bit more skeptical of the guy, but he seemed familiar- though she could place how- and he was, simply put, very attractive.

“I know.” Eyes going wide, Natsu started to fumble his way through his slip up. “I mean, you go to Magnolia University, and, well I’m not a stalker or anything, I know that’s what it sounds like but ah, we’re in the same economics class and, ah shit this is weird, but you know my roommate Gray and-”

Lucy couldn’t help it; she burst out laughing. This was honestly one of the cutest things she’s seen in awhile. At least she knew now why he seemed familiar.  “Oh! You’re Gray’s friend who sets things on fire all the time! He’s told me about you.” Apparently he even caught himself on fire once. Lucy remembered wondering why Gray would live with someone who could potentially set their whole apartment on fire, but to each his own.

Natsu’s face seemed to heat up even more at the fact that she knew about his pyro-like habits, and she suddenly felt bad. “But he’s also said you’re a great guy and a decent roommate, besides the fact.”

That seemed to ease him up, as he suddenly sat up straighter and a smirk appeared on his lips. “Ice princess said that? I’ll have to keep that in mind.” He leaned forward slightly on the arm he had resting on the bar, “got any other ammunition I can use against him?”

Lucy rolled her eyes, taking a sip from her drink. She briefly wondered when it had gotten half empty. “I’m not helping you out in whatever weird competition you two have.”

He downed the rest of his drink, quickly ordering another. “How do you know him again anyways?”

“My mother and his father went to school together and were good friends, so we used to visit each other a lot as kids.” Lucy smiled fondly while thinking of her raven-haired friend. She can’t even remember a time when he hadn’t been there, he just always was. “He’s like my brother honestly.”

Natsu’s brows squeezed together in confusion for the briefest of moments, but Lucy saw it. Her mind was in too much in a haze, however, to figure out what was confusing. She should probably slow down on the whiskey, but she was having fun, and she wasn’t quite drunk yet.

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11 AM

Bucky x OC 

Notes: fluffy, silly, sweet, some swearing, mentions of anxiety. 

A/N: this was somehow inspired by the song Bright Eyes by Simon and Garfunkel. Dunno how. AND! First OC! Felt the need to switch it up a bit. Enjoy! 

Originally posted by mylastlove-mylastsong

His heart skips a beat, then another, as it always does when he sees her. It’s not a coincidence, not at all. He makes sure he’s there every Saturday, 11 AM, at the same spot at the same park. It’s easy enough, he just took it up in his routine to run around the park about twenty times, leaving his apartment around 10, walk across town -all of town- and get up a good sweat. She seems as meticulous about her routine as he is; she always jogs right past him at 11 AM on the dot, rain or shine. At that time Bucky’s always at one of the park benches, pretending to take a break to stretch. But the moment she passes him by, he waits a few more seconds and takes off again, following her path. He’s done this for about three weeks now, ever since he decided he wanted some different scenery from the route he used to run. The first time he saw her he felt like his heart was going to give out, his lungs didn’t seem to have the capacity to hold oxygen for him. He followed her without really noticing, and before he knew it she’d stopped and made ready to leave. He had just enough of his resolve left to not follow her straight home and snapped out of it at the entrance of the park.

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Say You’ll Want Me Pt. 6

Originally posted by naomisglow

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

This is a heavy chapter guys but I hope you enjoy. Thanks for all of the feedback so far <3

**BTW please make sure you caught part 5 before you start this one. There is a link above. The notifications are still screwy.

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Cocky (Jungkook College AU)

Originally posted by jengkook

Jungkook x Reader AU (Gender Neutral)

a/n: wow it’s been a long time. I’M SO SORRY OMFG IT’S BEEN SO LONG HOLY FUCKC. BUT I’M BACK !!!!! also, I’m really not sure whether to continue this or not, to make it a 2/3 part piece but I’m really not sure. Let me know !

type: university/college au, fluff (??), mild angst, romance-ish

word count: 1.7k

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The last thing you wanted to do today was to be told that your project deadline was being moved. Moved so that it had to be handed in a week earlier than what your whole class had been told before. Shit, you thought, I really need to focus.

You’d not woken up in the best mood, one of your flatmates had decided to bring around his entire sports team last night, and they’d been extremely noisy and loud until probably around 4am, meaning that you got hardly any sleep and that you woke up late, forcing you to skip breakfast and rush to your morning lecture. Just making it in time, you somehow powered through it, grabbing a coffee on the way to your favourite section of the day. The project and drafting room was the other side of the university campus, unfortunately for you, but the coffee kept a spring in your step and you arrived just in time, taking a seat at the side of the room by the door, on a small table away from the bigger round ones, where people all worked on their projects together. 

With being in an art and design course, you didn’t really have to focus too much in the lectures as they weren’t as beneficial and important as the project and workshop things that you had to focus on, so this was your favourite part of the day, and you and your teacher/tutor got on really well. 

The only downside, though, was the cocky bastard that always came in late. There was always only one seat left - next to you. 

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anonymous asked:

No problem ! I remember reading a previous ask of yours about Vongola 10 getting hit by the TYL bazooka and seeing their s/o with someone else leading them to break things off. Eventually they witness the same scene and realize it was their own fault. Instead of letting their ex go, could you write about them pursuing them and making amends even if their interfering with their s/o current relationship ? For Hibari, Yamamoto & Ryohei ?

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Yamamoto

Walking away was more difficult than Takeshi thought.

Even as he neared the exit of the bar he could still hear your laugh… Soothing and enough to make his heart soar. It took everything he had not to turn back and drag you over in his embrace.

As soon as he was out of the bar he took a lungfull of the cold air outside. Memories of you forced him to lean against the wall beside the bar’s door. He wished he smoke like Hayato but being a former athlete stopped him from indulging. He guessed it was better this way.

That night he slept the night away and dreamed of you. Of what the two of you had before all this happened. He woke up feeling empty. Alone.

When he walked in to report to Tsuna that day he caught a glimpse of Hayato taking a smoke out in the gardens. He tried to conjure up his usual smile.

“Yo!”

Hayato nodded back at him before returning his eyes to the gates where one of their lower subordinates was talking to a stranger.

“What’s going on?” Takeshi asked curiously as came near the bomber.

Hayato flicked his chin at the scene with the stranger before speaking through his cig. “Just a low level nobody trying to get into the Vongola. Nothing new.”

Takeshi squinted and blinked towards the gate again and his blood turned cold when he recognized the stranger talking to one of their men.

It was the man you were last night.

“Oi, Jyudaime says he’ll be staying in tonight so you don’t­― Hey! Where are you going?!”

“I’m taking the day off! Tell Tsuna!”

He got in his car and called Shoichi for your last known address. He was at your front door in a matter of minutes.

When you opened the door to him you weren’t expecting to see Takeshi standing there with his eyes sharp and glinting like a blade looking down at you with an urgency that made your heart pound hard.

“I need to talk to you.”

That voice. Rougher and finer than what it was all those years ago made your body tingle with familiar want. But the memory of him kicking you out of your life woke you up from the secret longings of your heart and you attempt to slam the door in his face. He held it open easily with a hand on the frame.

Please!” he said through gritted teeth as he kept the door open. “You’re in danger!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! Leave me alone!”

You stumbled back when he pushed the door open fully and walked in with determined strides and you were left shaking as you stared right back at him. Never did you think you’d see him again. Never did you think your feelings for him was still so strong.

“I think you need to leave,” you tell him as calmly as you could. “I’m expecting my fiancé to come by today. I don’t want him to see you here.”

“Leave him.”

The order caught you completely off guard and you look up at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. “What…?”

“Leave him. He’s not good for you. Leave him before you get involved with him further.”

You shook your head slowly, trying to wrap your head around what he was saying. “What? How do you get the nerve to tell me that…? How could you just barge in here and tell me that?!”

“HE’S A HITMAN! HE KILLS PEOPLE FOR A LIVING! DO YOU REALLY WANT TO GET INVOLVED IN SOMETHING LIKE―”

“I know what he is.”

You watched as Takeshi’s anger deflate and turn into confusion. “What?”

“I know he’s an assassin. When he and I got together I found out after I overheard him talking to someone over the phone.”

Takeshi’s eyes took on a wild sheen. “THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL WITH HIM?!”

“BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER AS LONG AS HE LOVED ME!”

Takeshi’s fist punched a hole in your wall as his eyes filmed with tears and his breath ran ragged. “IF THAT WAS THE CASE THEN WHAT THE HELL DID I LEAVE YOU FOR?!”

You blinked back at him in confusion. “What?”

He covered his eyes with one large, calloused hand to hide his sudden tears even as he laughed half hysterically at the situation. “I left you because I didn’t want you to get involved in this world…! I left you because I wanted you safe! If you were going to end up with someone like me anyway then what was the point of all my sacrifices to keep you safe all these years?! What was the point of forcing myself not to come crawling back every time I thought about you?!”

“Takeshi…?”

He removed his hand from his face and you broke at the bitter, half mad grin on his face as he looked down at you. “I’m sorry. But now that I know being a hitman is something you can overlook then… I don’t care if you’re with someone else. I’m taking you back. How can I possibly let go of you now…?”

Gokudera

He was just about to leave when another woman blocked his way and out her arms around him, giggling in the same way you have been just now. Absently Hayato wondered why the sound you made seemed much more pleasant to his senses than this lady rubbing herself against him.

“Hey, handsome~ Where are you going? Want to play with me?”

“I’m not interested. Go away.”

“Awww playing hard to get? Come on now, I’m lonely~!”

Hayato stiffened as he heard another giggle coming from you and he couldn’t help but glance your way as the man you were with started leading you off somewhere.

“Well, looks like that guy is up to his old tricks again.”

Hayato glanced at the woman still clinging to him like a wet shirt curiously. “What do you mean?”

She smirked. “That guy’s scum. He’s dealing with that new date drug. Makes a girl giddy and hallucinate while he carts them off to be auctioned somewhere. I think it makes them imagine and see their biggest fantasy. Looks like he’s found his newest merchandise.”

At that Hayato’s breath caught in his throat. His blood went ice cold as he remembered his thoughts when he first saw this scene for five minutes ten long years ago. Without uttering another word he shook the protesting woman off of him and went after you. He caught you and the scum as he was about to put you in a taxi. Hayato pulled the man off of you by the collar of his coat.

“Hey, buddy, what’re you―”

Hayato punching him in the face stopped the man from finishing his sentence and was left ignored as he rolled on the street in pain from his broken nose. Hayato then pushed into the cab with you and told the taxi to take him to his address. As the taxi moved he cradled you against him. The fact that you weren’t protesting and was still giggling while you snuggled up to him was proof that you had indeed taken some drugs. The faint smile of alcohol told the silver haired bomber that that scum must have mixed the shit in your drink while you weren’t looking. Still…

It was so good to feel your arms around him again. He couldn’t stop himself from burying his face in your hair and breathing you in. You gave out that sweet little giggle again and buried your face in his chest. It made Hayato hold you tighter.

When you arrived at his apartment he lifted you in his arms and took you inside. As he lay you on the bed to let you rest you clutched him tighter to you and the word you whined made him freeze in his tracks.

“Hayato…” Hayato looked down at you and his knees weakened at the sight of your tears even as you kept in smiling. “You’re back… I’m so happy… I love you… Don’t leave me again…”

He almost took you, right there and then. The only thing stopping him was the fact that he might hurt you along with the drug that you had taken. Settling you on the bed and prying your fingers off his shirt he covers you in a blanket and lies next to you, waiting for you to wake up. And when you did and recognized the man beside you you screamed and tried to get away. Hayato pinned you down on the bed.

“What the hell, Hayato?! Let me go! Ugh… I feel dizzy… What the hell did you do to me, asshole!”

“Tch, you’re screaming at me like that now after you kept calling my name all night? You never change, you’ve always been so stupid!”

“Stupid?! Who are you calling stupid, you idiot! You’ve got no right to call me that!” even as you screamed tears poured of your eyes as you tried to struggle underneath him. “Damn it, let go! You’ve done enough to me already! I’m tired of thinking of you! I’m tired of loving you! Let go!”

Hayato’s eyes softened even as he leaned down and touched your forehead with him. “God, I fucked when I let you go, didn’t I? I actually thought you’d be happy with someone less screwed up in the head than me. I’m wrong. So fucking wrong.”

Your eyes widened at the words you have only dreamed of hearing after all this time. Words that made you wake up feeling empty and aching when you wake up the next day. It didn’t even feel real…

“Ha… ya… to…?”

“Take me back,” he whispered against your lips as he did so, looking you directly in the eye with a pleading gaze you had never seen on him before. “Please take me back…”

Ryohei

Ryohei pounded into the punching bag like a man gone wild. Several of the gym members gaped as the stitches started breaking at the seams and sand startled trickling on the floor. Every punch thrown into the large bag made it fly into the wall. Sasagawa Ryohei was known around the gym as someone who was a generally good natured guy so seeing him act so… violently was unnerving. Everyone stayed away.

Ryohei wasn’t even aware of the attention he was getting. He had been in a bad, melancholic mood since this morning. Ever since he dreamed of breaking up with you with no words of proper explanation. Merely the evidence of witnessing a future where you did not choose him to be by your side. The fact that he had been a wreck over you for the last ten years didn’t help. He would always be rattled with melancholy when he remembered your name.

The memory of your shocked and hurt face made his next punch sharper and the punching bag gave in, ripping in half and the sand inside burst out like a bomb. It rushed him right back to his senses.

Sighing he went back to the bench where he left his towel and water tumbler. Moments later he took a shower and was on his way out of the gym when his attention was caught by the sound of a gentle laugh. It froze him with its familiarity.

Slowly he turned and saw you there handing a water bottle to a stranger. Another man who smiled right back at you. Ryohei’s heart stopped. Was he still dreaming? Wasn’t this the same scene he had witnessed from ten years ago?

Envy ate at him even as he repressed the violence in his heart. He let you go because he wanted you to be happy, right? He had no right to take back what he said now…

But he knew that man although he had never really looked at him properly! He was a well-known polygamist around here in the gym! You were probably the third woman seen to visit him at the gym this month. There was a rumor that he even asked his girlfriends for money to feed his luxurious addictions. Ryohei had never thought highly of him and ignored him most of the time.

Ryohei watched you leave after the man kissed you on the cheek. It felt like a punch in the gut. And as you turned around he saw your eyes widen as you stared back at him.

Ryohei watched your eyes reflect surprise, then sadness and then you bowed to him with a plaintive smile before attempting to pass him by the corridor. You never were one to make a scene. You have always been so quiet, so gentle and understanding. The complete opposite of him. He found no other person who can compare to you all these years. And for that he suffered.

To find out that you were giving yourself to such garbage…!

Before he could think about it he had your wrist in his hand and dragged you out of the gym.

You tried to protest. Your feeble attempts at forcing him to release you drowning in futility. When he finally had you locked in his car he clutched at his steering wheel, trapped in the pregnant silence that ensued.

“You don’t have to force yourself,” you broke the silence, taking pity on him after a while. You knew how much he hated silence. “I’m alright, Ryohei. How about you?”

He looked down and stared at his pedals before he could gather the strength to explain. “I’ve been… missing you. All this time.”

The words made tears burst from your eyes and you tried to desperately blink them away. You had known him to always be a completely honest and straightforward person. The kind of person who lost nothing by telling the truth.

“I see…” was all you could give. What else could you possibly say at this point?

Ryohei gritted his teeth. Even after all these years you still didn’t know how to get angry. It used to frustrate him before but afterwards… Afterwards you became his special place. A secret place where the Sun could lay in peace and not be burdened with its own brightness.

“That man,” he began haltingly but eventually he sucked in a deep breath and continued. “He’s not good for you. He’s in a lot of relationships right now. He… isn’t the kind of guy who’ll treat you right.”

You remain silent. Your heart heavy and leaden.

“I… I mean if you have to be with someone, at least be with someone who will treat you right! At least let it be with someone who will hold you above everything else!” he slammed his forehead on his steering wheel in a desperate attempt to collect his thoughts and alleviate his desire to offer himself to you again. “Please! At least find someone who deserves you!”

“How could I do that?” you whispered as your tears finally ran their course down your cheeks and Ryohei looked back at you in alarm. “How could I do that when all I’ve ever wanted was you…?”

The boxer stared at you in pained helplessness, evaluating the extent of his screw up. He wanted to hit himself. He would have too if he didn’t know it would scare you.

“I don’t know the real reason why you broke up with me, Ryo… All I knew was that we were happy and something changed that. I understand you wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t concerned for my well-being but, Ryo… Even if you say you don’t want me anymore, I know…” you turn and met his disbelieving eyes with a certainty that shook him to the core. “I would never find another man who would ever hold me above himself like you did while we were together. I believe in you; I always will. And I want you to be happy.”

You give him one last smile before you turned and attempted to open the car door to leave but the boxer pulled you back to face desperate and pleading eyes that looked deep into yours in a way you had never seen before. Sasagawa Ryohei was a bright Sun of overwhelming good cheer and happiness. He had wanted for nothing in his life. Seeing him look as though he were hopelessly chasing a dream was something you have never thought possible.

“Take me back.”

Your eyes widen at the request. “W-what?”

“I’m not letting you go back to that man,” he began in a rough voice, bordering on violence. “I’m not letting anyone touch what’s mine again. Your place is by my side. I am never going to let you go.”