he stops trying to hide his emptiness

Part 1- Carter Baizen

Pairing: Carter Baizen x Reader
Part: 1/?
Warnings: Smut
Summary: You and Carter ride home in his limo after a gala. 
A/N: This is the first part in a series based on this post. Each part will be a different character and we’re starting off with Mr. Baizen. Please come let me know what you think!
Word count : 1,642

Originally posted by kingsebastian

“Mr. Baizen! Mr. Baizen!” the paparazzi were but a caucus of noise to Carter who was used to the attention by now. He shielded you and escorted you directly into the limo. You shifted your satin gown and sat back against the leather with a smile.

“Finally,” you shot Carter a smile who you could tell was thinking the same thing by the deep breath he let out.

“I thought it’d never end” Carter chuckled, running his hands through his hair before discarding his coat. The gala had run for hours and both of you were eager to leave so when Carter put his hand on the small of your back and whispered, “let’s get out of here” you both practically ran.

He leans back against the leather seats, his warm hand on your thigh the high slit of your dress allowing the access. You watched as the boyish smile faded from his face replaced with a predatory glare, his blue eyes darkening as they travel down your form. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look?” he asks his hand stroking your thigh gently, raising goose bumps in their wake.

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Bts reaction to you being needy

‘Bts reaction to you being needy and teasing them in the middle of an award show ♡♥♡♥♡♥♡’

“While being on Backstage you’ll be touching his crotch when no one was looking letting him now your intentions”



He’ll be in Jungshook state looking at you making Sure no one was watching

‘Let’s Find a room available’ he grabs you by the wrist looking for an empty room

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy


‘Not right now, you are going to leave me a boner… stop’… seconds later when the boner appears.

‘You’ll be dealing with this tonight’ he’ll tell you leading your hand to his boner.

Originally posted by girlmeetsyoongismixtape


‘Aysh why are you like this? Can you wait just a little bit?’ after a while he’ll be looking at you from his place just to let you know the problem he is dealing right now trying to hide his boner.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


‘My baby girl needs me? Daddy is here for you’ He’s going to lead you to the closes place no even care about the people.

‘If you make any noise I won’t let you cum, understood?’ you nod at him.

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


‘Jagiya can’t wait? Let’s just wait 1 more hour’ he’ll say grabbing your hand and kissing it.

Originally posted by hoseokb


‘What are you doing? People can see us, just wait for a couple minutes and you’ll have me the whole night’ he’ll say trying to avoid your eyes.

Originally posted by yoongichii


‘Mhh… what’s up with you’ he’ll say almost whispering at you al red from his embarrassment ‘People is going to notice what are you doing’ after a seconds while you were talking to other people he grabs your hand and take you with him to the nearest room.

Originally posted by taejinmin

Someday- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Request: “anonymous asked:
prompt: how about reader taking care of graves after a serious auror fight? no smut pls”

Warnings: None…just some fluff and good ol’ fashioned angst! xD

A/N: Ugh I really, really loved writing this one. I hope I managed to capture his character alright…it’ll get easier the more i do it. Just a side-note, I did make some things up for this just for the sake of the story. I have no idea how the laws work in the American wizarding world, but I made up some for the sake of the story, as well as some other slight magical elements that I wasn’t exactly sure of. Enjoy! Let me know what you think! 

I swayed slightly on my feet, bracing my hand against the nearest wall. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, waiting for the room to stop its tilting and the ground beneath my feet to steady. Apparating after a fight was always rough, as the adrenaline was slowly squeezed out of my bones and exhaustion seeped in to take its place.

“You alright?” a familiar voice asked.

My eyes fluttered open to see Dortman, a fellow auror, watching me with a scrutinizing expression. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, a sheen of sweat coating his forehead. He looked just as weary as I felt, like my limbs were weighed down with lead. Though perhaps that was what happened after fighting a losing battle. We hadn’t lost one in a while.

Which just reminded me that Grindelwald and his followers were becoming more and more dangerous by the second.

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anonymous asked:

Prompt: 'I wish I was beside you' / ziam ❤️

Thank you for the prompt anon and sorry it took so long to fill it.

Liam was tossing and turning, not able to get comfortable even though the bed he was in was practically made to his form around his body perfectly. He was exhausted, his head and eyes aching. His day was busy, meetings and recording, basking in the sun of Los Angeles when he got a moment free to eat. All in all it was a productive and positive day. Now though, the clock on the bedside table was yelling at him, telling him that it was late and he should be sleeping. He couldn’t. Something felt off, not quite right. He’d slept alone plenty of times, especially on the tour bus and hotel rooms. Why couldn’t he sleep in his own bed? It was obviously a no brainer for Liam. Something was missing, someone was missing. Someone who was over five thousand miles away. Someone who was probably still sleeping or already waking up and starting their day. Liam sighed as he thought over his options.  

The first option was to head to the gym around the corner and work out until he fell asleep, he’d done it numerous times before. A couple of rounds of boxing or run a few miles on the treadmill usually tired him out. The people that worked the front desk knew him by now, knew that he was only there because he couldn’t sleep. They just smiled politely as he dragged himself in. Liam’s second option was swallowing his pride and pick up the phone and make the phone call he was avoiding. Not avoiding for bad reasons, just avoiding because he didn’t want to look desperate. But he was, he was desperate to sleep. He needed to hear the familiar voice that lulled him to sleep for close to seven years now. A voice that during the early years was filled with stories of home and hoped and dreams. A voice that eventually turned into a mans voice, who still spoke of home but now with sadness instead of joy. A voice that now isn’t sad about home anymore, not much anyway. His home was now Liam, anywhere that he was with Liam was home.

“Bloody embarrassing,” Liam muttered to himself as he blindly grabbed for his phone. The light from his phone temporarily blinded him as he punched in his passcode and pressed call on number that was simply saved under a heart emoji. “Such a child, Liam.”


“Hi,” Liam sighed after his call was picked up. “Umm were you sleeping?”

“Just woke up,” he replied with a well timed stifled yawn. “Got meetings and whatnot today, was told to get up early.”

“Good, good,” Liam responded, rather cold and calculated sounding. Shocking himself a little.

“Liam,” he sighed. “Babe, what’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I can’t sleep, I miss you,” he easily gave in with a sigh. “It just doesn’t feel right without you, Zed.”

“I wish I was beside you,” Zayn whispered softly into the phone. He was still laying in bed himself, the ringing phone actually waking him up and not his alarm. He just didn’t have it in him to tell Liam the truth, especially after hearing his voice.

“Me too,” he sniffled, trying horribly to hide his emotion.

“Soon,” Zayn assured him. “Two more nights and then we’ll be together for weeks on end that you’ll get sick of me, babe. Promise.”

“Not possible,” Liam laughed. “I feel like a knob, calling you because I can’t sleep. It’s like asking my mum for a bedtime story at night.”

“Liam, stop being ridiculous,” he told him firmly, shuffling in their bed. Their bed. It just seemed so empty without Liam next to him, always did really. He could sympathize with Liam’s struggle, it was always hard to sleep without his love next to him. “We’ve been lucky to be next to each other for close to seven years, distance sucks.”

Liam shifted on the bed, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible. He had enough room to spread out but he chose to stick close to his side of the bed, leaving Zayn’s side practically untouched. “Tell me a story.”

“A story?” Zayn laughed. “Like once upon a time?”

“We use to stay up until the sun rose while on tour just talking,” Liam reminded him, stifling a yawn with the back of his hand that wasn’t holding the phone. “I miss that. I miss hearing stories about your life.”

“You know all about my life,” he playfully scoffed, but decided to pacify him anyway. “Did I ever tell you the story about when I first saw you?”

“At McDonald’s, yeah,” Liam answered.

“No,” he replied. “During 2008, your first try on the show.”

“You watched me?” Liam shrieked, half in embarrassment and the other half in horror.

“Babe, it was the biggest show on the earth and I was supposed to audition that year too. I wanted to scope out who I was gonna compete against,” he explained, sitting up against the headboard, his fingers dancing along the white comforter. “But I saw you and you blew me away. So young and so talented. I was glad I didn’t let my mum drag me down to audition.”

“You would’ve blown the judges away, Zed,” Liam told him confidently. “Your voice is bloody brilliant.”

“This isn’t about me,” he gently reminded Liam. “I saw you and just wanted to keep watching you. Mum and dad both looked at each other after you auditioned and nodded in agreement that you had what it took to win. Young but a powerful voice.”

“You remember all of this?” Liam asked in astonishment. Zayn was easily recalling events from almost nine years ago with such ease.

“I do. I remember thinking to myself I needed to find you after Simon let  you go,” Zayn continued with a sigh. “I wanted to protect you, tell you that everything was going to be okay and that you had nothing to fear.”

“I was gutted,” Liam recalled. “Absolutely gutted. Going back to school was rough and torture.”

“I wanted to go to Wolverhampton and find Liam Payne. The boy with an amazing voice but questionable fashion and hair choices,” Zayn laughed at Liam’s gasp of shock. “I wanted to find him and show him the world.”

“You didn’t have a passport until you joined the group,” Liam laughed.

“Semantics Liam, semantics,” Zayn scoffed at the comment. “I just wanted to tell that boy that everything was going to be okay. One bad outcome shouldn’t mold his future. Things were eventually going to be okay.”

“And two years later they were,” Liam sighed, stifling another yawn. He was finally fighting sleep, exhausted but not wanting to hang up on Zayn just yet. “Auditioned again and met you lot.”

“And the rest is history,” Zayn finished for him. “Got to meet the love of my life in bloody fast food restaurant.”

Liam smiled fondly at that memory. It was small group of the boys who auditioned grabbing a bite to eat in between rehearsals and whatnot. Aiden recognized Liam and invited him to sit with them. The rest was history. Zayn got lost in Liam, his stories and small smiles and blushes when someone complimented him or mentioned the series from two years before. The rest of the group and room was blur, Zayn and Liam getting lost in their own little world. Just talking on and on about music, comics, and life. It was the best unofficial first date of their entire lives.

“Go to sleep, love,” Zayn told him as Liam once again unsuccessfully tried to hide another yawn. “I got to get ready for the day anyway.”

“I love you, Zed,” Liam told him, his voice low and sleepy.

“I love you too,” he told him softly. “Two more days, babe. We can do this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “Goodnight my love.”

anonymous asked:

What do you think would happen if Hana had a mental break down about her home and the Omnics in front of Lúcio?? (IM SORRY I JUST REALLY NEED SOME OTP COMFORT RN,,)

Don’t apologize doll! We all need a little comfort now and then

  • It was be after an entire night of staying away and trying to find an oasis in her video games that she finds she can’t ditch the nagging feeling in the back of her skull. Like an itch, or a whisper. 
  • Lucio sees how tired she is, but she refuses to go to bed, pacing and getting more agitated by the second. 
  • Trying to figure what’s going on with his girl, Lucio tries to get her to sit down and breathe deeply, but that only causes her to shove his touch away and for her strong, stone walls to finally crumble.
  • “My home is getting destroyed and my people are scared and even though I fight and fight and tell others to keep fighting I can’t make this stop.”
  • Its dead quiet, as they share only their irises, trying to see their souls. Lucio is gentle as he comes to her, not touching her, but saying that he knows. 
  • She screams at him, telling him he doesn’t. He doesn’t know, but he lets her get her anger out, before she becomes cold and empty. Numb to the fact her home is being terrorized by a giant omnic and she’s still here, not able to stop it. 
  • Falling against him, he takes her gently as they kneel on the ground. Her face hiding against his shirt as his hands softly stroke her hair. Murmuring soft things and telling her it will be alright.
  • She believes him, for just a moment, before she closes her eyes and rests against his dark skin. 
Dangerous Ties

Summary: The Mark of Cain is completely taking over Dean. You try to help save him from himself which leads to some disastrous consequences. [set during 10x22 + 11x23]

Characters: Dean x Reader, Castiel, Amara, Chuck

Warnings: moc!Dean, blood, violence +  brief fighting, character death[s], angst, feels (idek, maybe have some tissues handy?)

Word count: 1.5k+

A/N: This is my entry for @mrs-squirrel-chester 4K celebration challenge & round 2 of the album challenge. I stuck with the album Night Visions by Imagine Dragons and their song ‘Bleeding Out’. I adore this song so much. This fic is pretty angsty but it’s what came to mind when I was listening to the song aha. Enjoy! xx

‘I’m bleeding out

Said if the last thing that I do, is to bring you down

I’ll bleed out for you

So I bear my skin and I count my sins

And I close my eyes and I take it in

And I’m bleeding out

I’m bleeding out for you’

It was eerily quiet as you walked down the stairs of the bunker, the silence only causing more dread and fear to build inside you. Ever since Dean received the Mark of Cain, you could see him changing- as much as you wanted to fight it and deny it, you were fighting a losing battle and you knew it. But you loved him. You couldn’t bare to lose your boyfriend, you couldn’t bare for Sam to lose his brother. You were going to save Dean Winchester, even if it was the last thing you were to do in this god forsaken world.

“Cas?” you felt your heart sink in your chest as you saw the angel, your friend, lying on the floor, his face bloody and beaten. Quickly rushing to his side, you knelt beside him, your eyes falling onto the angel blade that had been stabbed into a stack of books beside his head.

Letting out a pained sigh you surveyed the rest of the room, the whole place was a total mess, books everywhere, along with two bodies. One of them just a boy.

“Hey, you’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay,” after helping him to sit up, you pulled your phone from your jacket pocket about to call Sam when Cas held his hand over yours.

“D-dean,” he choked, blood running down his lips as he tried to speak, the sound of approaching footsteps now coming your way.

Dean was still here.

Giving him a small reassuring nod, you helped him rest back on the ground before grabbing the blade and placing your phone in his hand.

“You shouldn’t have come here, Y/N,” Dean’s voice gruff and emotionless as he spoke.

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Reaction to You Setting Fire to the Stove. . .

Anonymous said: hiii kai! i love your posts, i was wondering if you could do a bts, exo and got7 reaction to you setting the oven on fire, like you just started cooking, but somehow you set fire?? (if you can’t do all three then you can choose one to do, i cant choose lol) thank you so much! love you! xoxo <3

Reaction to You Setting the Stove on Fire…

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A/N lollllllll this is hilarious. but of course I’ll do all of ‘em, I’m a sucker for all these bands, so, of course I’m gunna suffer for them. they will be three different posts though. hope that’s okay.

love you too babe! <3



You were trying to make pancakes that morning for your boyfriend. Things were going well, Jaebum was still asleep in bed, the batter was ready to be poured in the pan, and the stove top was warmed up to the supposed right temperature. You had turned your back for a moment to check the time on your phone, but when you turned around, you were face-to-face with a red flame in the pan that was supposed to be for the pancake batter. You froze for a moment, then quickly ran out of the kitchen and called for your boyfriend. You burst through the bedroom door and shave him awake.

Y/N: “Jae! Jae! Fire! There’s a fire on the stove!”

Jaebum quickly gets up and runs into the kitchen without hesitation. He looks at the situation, and pauses for a moment, then grabs your phone.

Y/N: “What’re you doing!? We gotta put it out!?”

Jaebum: “Well I don’t know how to put out a stove fire, so I’m looking up-salt.”

Y/N: “Huh?”

Jaebum: “We need salt.”

He speaks and grabs the salt and throws it on the fire and in no time the fire is out. You guys open the windows and Jaebum grabs your hand.

Jaebum: “You’re not hurt?”

You shake your head.

Jaebum: “Alright, that’s enough cooking for the day. Let’s go back to bed.”

He drags you back to the bedroom where you two cuddle and fall back to sleep.

Originally posted by ultmarktuna


You both were in the kitchen, you were cooking dinner while chatting with your boyfriend. You hadn’t yet put anything in the pan, but you turn it on to heat it up at a low temperature. Jackson had distracted you with a ridiculous reply to your question and were laughing with him about it when his eyes widened and he was looking behind you.

Jackson: “Is that supposed to happen?”

You turn and see a fire coming out of the pan. You scream and put the pan under the faucet and the fire fizzles out. You turn to Jackson with wide eyes of astonishment.

Y/N: “How’d that even happen!? There was nothing in the pan!”

Jackson laughs at you out loud, not hiding his amusement.

Jackson: “You have some talent to set an empty pan on fire Y/N.”

Originally posted by jacksonandtaemin


Jinyoung was helping you try to cook. Both standing side by side while you were getting the pan ready to cook the mixed veggies that Jinyoung was cutting for you. Suddenly the pan went up into flames. Jinyoung pulled you behind him quickly while backing up from away from the stove. He acted quickly and pulled out the salt from the cabinet and dumped it on the pan. Immediately stopping the flames. He turns to you.

Jinyoung: “You’re not hurt are you?”

He asks, pulling your hands into his and examining them.

Y/N: “No, I’m okay. Thanks Jinyounggie.”

You moved to go back to the stove, but instead Jinyoung pushes you out of the kitchen.

Jinyoung: “You’re not going near that stove for the rest of the week. We don’t need anymore miracle fires. I’ll do this and you watch something.”

Y/N: “I’ll help with the veggies then.”

Jinyoung: “No, no, no, you’ll find a way to set those on fire too. Out. Go sit down.”

And with that he kept his word and kept you out of the kitchen for the rest of the week and would scold you whenever he found you in the kitchen.

(Jinyoung kicking you out of the kitchen, but reminding you he still loves you, ‘cause he’s a sweetheart like that)

Originally posted by jypnior


Mark would prevent the fire from happening before it even happens. So there would be no problem. After he would probably do the same as Jinyoung and move you away from the stove so there are no more chances for you to start a fire or get hurt. He wouldn’t want to risk it. You getting hurt being the last thing he would want to happen.

Mark: “Alright, how about you… Pour us the drinks, okay? And I’ll continue cooking the eggs, okay?”

You pout but listen to him and pour two cups of juice for you and Mark.

(Mark being satisfied with himself after getting you out of harms way)

Originally posted by jypnior


Lmaoooo, omg, Yongjae would be a mess. He would scream and panic all at the same time while trying to fix the problem for you, but not knowing how. You would have to get your act together for him and find a way to get rid of the fire. Afterwards you would need to comfort poor little puppy Youngjae, talling him you’re alright and that the fire is out and he doesn’t need to keep panicking anymore. After he would probably feel bad for not “manning up” and in a way protecting you and putting out the fire for you. But you would reassure him that it’s fine and you still love him for himself and not for the “man” he’s supposed to be. He’s a man enough for you and that’s all you could ask for.

(ignore cute little bean Jinyoung and focus on the screaming Youngjae)

Originally posted by jieunyoung


BamBam would just be plain disappointed in you. Like you are BamBam’s girlfriend, you better know how to cook. The moment you started that fire with nothing in the pan, BamBam would take a moment to stand there and look at you like ‘you seriously went and started a fire on air?? tell me HOW’ kinda look. He would then heave a big sigh and grab the salt, go out of his way to look at you pointedly, and you’d be like ‘there’s a fire?? maybe we should put it out??’ then  BamBam would proceed to dump the salt of the fire. Without a word, push you gently out of the kitchen and go back to cooking. No words needed, your boyfriend is beyond shook.

(unamused BamBam trying to give you comfort, but just can’t find the ability to. you set fire on air, and it’s going to take some time for him to get over it. [you are Yugyeom])

Originally posted by yugyeompire


Yugeom would probably be amazed, not sarcastically, but like, genuinely amazed. You, his girlfriend, set fire to an empty pan. That takes talent. He would then of course act quickly and help you set the fire out. He would then comfort you after and offer that maybe you two just order take-out. He would give you more affection for the rest of the day to show that it doesn’t bother him that you may not be the best cook. He still loves you endlessly regardless. He would find it funny as well, and when you get pouty about it, he would assure you that he’s not laughing at you, but your cuteness.

Yugyeom: “It’s okay Jagi, want to just get take-out?”

Y/N: “Sure…”

Yugyeom: “Cheer up. I love you Jagi~”

Originally posted by yugyeomism

anonymous asked:

can i have some hcs of s/o trying to break up with the main three (or a scenario with just yuri p) because they've found out they have only a few years/months left? the terminal illness hc got me too good and i need more :((

I’m sorry for taking so long. I always say this, but seriously uni is taking so much of my time. I’m also trying to answer all of the requests ^^; I hope you aren’t mad!

Everybody loved the terminal illness one, so as soon as I finish all of the requests I have I’m gonna start writing an individual story for each character so look forward to that! ^-^ I hope you enjoy~


  • Yuuri knew something was wrong with you. Not only were you starting to distance yourself from him, but you looked paler, would run out of breath quickly, and just looked horrible.
  • He asked you many times if you were alright, but you just kept pushing him away.
  • It hurt him when you treated him like that. He wanted his lover back, not this person.
  • He felt that you were treating him like a stranger, so one day he decided to confront you and tell you how he was feeling.
  • When he got to your apartment, you wouldn’t answer the door. He called your phone and heard it ringing on the other side of the door. Luckily he had a spare key that you had given him sometime ago so he entered.
  • As soon as he entered, he saw that your stuff were thrown on the floor, right in the middle of the hallway. He knew that you were home, but found it odd that you weren’t answering.
  • He looked around the apartment for you, and when he finally found you his heart almost stopped.
  • You were on the bathroom floor, unconscious.
  • He rushed over, calling the emergency line and checking for any serious injuries.
  • At the hospital, the doctor explains to Yuuri that you didn’t have much to live.
  • “I find it strange that she never told you anything, Mr. Katuski” Said the Doctor.
  • “Yeah… Me too…”
  • When he goes back to your room, he sits beside you and grabs your hand, not being able to hold back his tears anymore.
  • “Y/N, please don’t leave me. I don’t want to be left alone… Please! I beg of you!” He yelled, feeling desperate and frustrated. He felt useless, he couldn’t do anything for you.
  • You woke up some time later, Yuuri quickly started asking you how you felt. You analized your surroundings, trying to find out what had happened. When you see Yuuri holding your hand, you pull yours away. You looked down, hiding your face with your hair.
  • “Let’s break up,” you whispered, trying to keep a poker face.
  • “No! How could you say that! Y/N, I love you!” He kept trying to hold your hand or at least make you look at him, but you evaded him.
  • “Leave! Go live your life!” You yelled, holding back your tears.
  • After much yelling and crying, Yuuri finally left.
  • The day of your funeral Yuuri went to your grave after everybody had left. He sat down in front of your gravestone and cried his heart out.
  • “You left me all alone,” he would yell. He knew that there was no way for you to hear him, you were dead after all. But his anger and sadness wouldn’t let him think correctly. He felt broken.
  • “I’m so sorry… I shouldn’t have left you… You died all alone because of me… I’m so sorry…”


  • “I love you, Y/N. You know that, right?” He said as you were lying beside each other, your head on his cheast and his hand on your hair.
  • “Well if you didn’t say it all the time, I wouldn’t,” you giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Suddenly, you started coughing, you pulled away from him, sitting down to try and catch your breath.
  • Viktor started patting you softly on the back, handing you a napkin so you could cough. He wanted to sooth your pain, even if just a little.
  • When you stopped coughing, you looked at the napking to find blood. You sighed and threw the naking away, lying down once again and breathing slowly.
  • Viktor knew everything that was happening to you. You had both agreed to try and enjoy the time you had left together, but as time passed by and you got weaker, he couldn’t take it anymore.
  • You knew that this was affecting him a lot. He had even taken this season off (making Yakov very angry) to “take care of you”. You felt he was sacrificing his life for what little is left of yours.
  • Since the season hadn’t started yet you had made up your mind to break it off with him. You thought that if you broke up with him, he wouldn’t feel obligated to take care of you and would go back to practice for this season.
  • “Viktor… I think we should break up…”
  • Viktor stopped, trying to process your words. He grabbed your hand and tears started to fall.
  • “Why would you say something like that?” His voice was oddly calm.
  • You pushed his hair away from his face, amazed to see him cry. This was the first time that you were seeing him in this state.
  • He slapped your hand away, his anger taking over him.
  • He stood up and gathered his things. “Well, since you insist, I’m leaving.”
  • He would later regret that decision, since that would be the last time he would see you.
  • After you passed away, Viktor couldn’t live with himself. He regretted leaving you like that, not being able to say one last I love you. He felt stupid for leaving you to die without telling you how special you were to him. 
  • “You probably died feeling sad and heartbroken… Because of ME.” He would repeat this in his head many times. He felt like a monster.
  • He stopped skating, he wouldn’t eat or go out, he would stay in bed all day feeling empty.
  • “I should just die.”


  • You were hiding everything from him. You didn’t want him to know because if you were told him what was going on he would be devastated. You just wanted to live your last days normally, and for him to remember you with a smile on your face.
  • But Yuri actually knew your secret, but he was trying to hide it from you.
  • You both took care of each other. Yuri would be aware of your weak body and would help you in everything he could while you would keep acting normally, cleaning around the house, going with him to practice, the usual.
  • You would treat each other like it was your last day together, and it was wonderful.
  • But as your health slowly started to worsen you could no longer keep hiding the truth from him.
  • “Yuratchka, I have something important to tell you…”
  • Yuri sighed and lied down beside you, putting his head on your chest. You started petting his head, twirling his hair on your fingers.
  • “I know that you’re sick, Y/N.” Your eyes widened, looking at him, asking for an explanation.
  • He told you everything, about how the doctor had called him and told you that you didn’t have much time left, how he would help you around the house doing most of the work, how he didn’t want you to feel weak and useless so he let you be.
  • You started crying, feeling happy yet sad. You noticed that he had stopped practicing so much and how he would spend most of his time home. You felt horrible, like you had stripped him of his passion. You felt like a burden. 
  • “You were probably suffering all alone, and I didn’t comfort you. You WASTED your time on me.” Yuri looked at you with an angry expression.
  • “You are not a waste of time! How could you even say that?!”
  • “Let’s face it, Yuri! I’m dying anyways so you should’ve just let me be!”
  • “How could I do that to you?! You are the person I love most! Of course I’m not going to leave you alone! Stop being so stubborn!”
  • You stop being so stubborn! Go back to skating! Don’t waste your time here!”
  • “No!”
  • “Then let’s break up!” 
  • After you said that an eery silence fell over the both of you. You were instantly regretting your words.
  • Yuri whispered a small “no”, pulling you towards him and hugging you.
  • “I’m not leaving you. Let’s just enjoy our time left together… After you… go… I will go back to skating,” he said, his voice breaking while trying to hold back his tears.
  • “Promise?”
  • He nodded his head and kissed you softly.
  • “Promise”
  • After you passed away, Yuri felt empty and alone. He didn’t want to go back to skating, but he felt that his promise to you was much more important than his own desires. 
  • He would win gold all the time, and when he did he would go to your grave to show it to you and talk to you.
  • “I miss you, Y/N”

anonymous asked:

Can you please do headcanons of how Mccree would react to his significant other who sees ghosts, and also pre-fall father figure Reyes reacting to them seeing ghosts? Thank you!

Forgive the very long wait I don’t know why life is always being so mean to me… But seriously I’m so sorry it took sooo long.


-he obviously didn’t know about since its not exactly something you want anyone knowing really. Especially mccree.

-but you can’t stop it so one day a ghost comes out of nowhere and you weren’t ready to hide it and well you didn’t even try.

-and when you start to have an actual conversation with the ghost Mccree is just standing there with eyebrow up and his mouth slightly open looking back and forth between you and the empty spot.

-“umm.. Am… I…? Missing something?”

-once you explain everything to him you have to calm him down a bit and honestly you can’t tell if he’s super impressed or a little scared. Pretty he’s both but after he calms down he asks you a million questions.

-it really doesn’t take him long to accept this as normal. I mean its Mccree. The god of ‘I flow with the river no matter what’.


-as he becomes your father figure and you start to earn trust. You decide that your little gift shouldn’t be a secret between you anymore. He ha never ever been one to quickly jump to judging you or pushing you away.

-so when the time comes and you tell him he puts on his serious face and just to make sure he isnt dreaming he pinched himself and asked if this was real. He meant this in a funny way. In all honesty I did frighten him a little since he thought that maybe ghosts were scary.

-being a father figure he would ask every question about safety that there is to ask. From “what do you see?” To “they don’t watch you changing right!?”

-he would make jokes sometimes to cover his tiny anxiety from this but he really cares for you so he learns to accept it although he will become THE MOST protective guy ever.

Schmetterling, touken fanfic

Summary: Touka and Kaneki share a nostalgic coffee talk a month after his returning to :re. But sometimes, things can never go back to the way they used to be.“It doesn’t matter what happens,” she mutters. “Don’t push us away again.“

Rating: T, kinda fluffy/angst  | Words: 2,161 | Read on AO3, If you like it, please reblog! ♥

A/N: this is crap, but I’m so sleepy and tired and I really wanted to write a quick thing to help quench the otp thirst. This would take place AFTER the punch, because Kaneki and Touka didn’t seem to have seen each other that much during that scene. People are saying that they find a bit strange that Touka is not present in the recent chapters helping Kaneki, or that their previous scene was a bit cold and uncomfortable, or that maybe Kaneki is avoiding her for god knows why, well, this fic is the answer, a very shitty answer because I’m not 100% happy with the result but I wanted to post something since I’m a lazy writer and I never post anything lmao. I’ll write something better next time, smut hopefully. Excuse any grammar mistakes and enjoy! 

Kaneki could close his eyes and count to ten.

One, two, three, four…

Open his eyelids again and see blood. A thousand minus seven centipedes slithering through his cracked body, sharp blades threatening to pierce his eyes off and a pair of fogged glasses staring at him from above, white mane that sways with the wind and a horrible feeling takes possession of his body just by the thought of it, the thought of things that once were but are not anymore, of all the things that vanish away around him while he remains intact, like an old movie passing by right before his eyes. Kaneki could see many things, however, the first thing he perceives after opening his eyelids are the bleak streets of Tokyo engulfed in a winter breeze, the soft whisper of the wind caressing the branches of the highest trees, numbing his fingertips. Kaneki doesn’t remember the last time he witnessed such silence, there sitting on a bench under the moonlight, a few steps away from :re.

The quietness of the moment feels almost overwhelming, however, he doesn’t want to break up the spell. Dressed in black, Kaneki seems to submerge between the darkness of the night, the shadows engulf him and he’s not afraid of being exposed like this so late in the night despite being the most wanted person in all Tokyo. Between the darkness no one can see him; however, Kaneki can feel certain light coming out painstakingly slow even before he can notice that it’s there.

Her smell, her presence, Kaneki doesn’t need to look at her to know she’s near.

“You can’t sleep?”

Then her voice confirms his thoughts.

Kaneki tilts his face to once side, rigid and not due to the cold. Touka lies in the middle of the street holding two mugs of coffee between her hands, and the light that radiates from her body threatens his gloomy hideaway. Her presence is overwhelming.

Kaneki blurts out a sigh, the air coming out from his lips like the breath of a ghost, and he shakes his head. His eyes are what Touka needs to give the next step, because even when confidence is her middle name and her face raises up in pride, only God knows how nervous she is at being there, standing in front of him, alone, after so many years. Touka comes closer and takes a seat beside him, handing him the mug.


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Originally posted by mssweetserialkiller

Imagine being Derek’s mate and Scott and Stiles not knowing until he out right shows affection for you. Okay just a quick little imagine I made just now I think it’s cure and simple. Thanks for reading hope you like it. :)

Derek Hale X Reader

Warnings: None

I walked into the room and toward the empty place next to Scott. I was stopped when a strong hand wrapped around my wrist pulling me into a hard chest.

I smiled feeling Derek’s chest press into my back, his arms wrapped around my waist..

“Wait, you’re together?” Stiles says loudly.

“When did this happen?” Scott asked trying to threaten Derek.

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Cloudy Skies, Cloudy Water

A Trolls fanfic

Inspired by @ask-artsy-oncie promt here 

Note - I haven’t written in years, I gave this thing a prologue to both stretch some really old muscles, and two, to give some context of the first time (post movie) Branch loses his colours … Chapter 1 will be set at the actually beginning of the story following the prompt

Note 2 - If anyone can give me a better title, please shoot them my way … this was a filler title whilst I thought of something better … (though it kind of fits a little with the context of the story)

Chapter 1


“Branch I -” the bright pink queen turned her head with a grin, looking to her new partner. The smile faltered, realising the troll she was looking for wasn’t there. Her eyes looked left, right, left again.

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Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x reader

Summary: You get sick of Sergeant Donovan having a go at Sherlock, and Sherlock has to hold you back from getting yourself arrested

A/N: This is basically the reader turning into pre-serum Steve Rogers tbh

Originally posted by caffeinerebelqueen

(Not my gif)

“Beauty and the freak are here, I’m sending them up,” Sergeant Donovan said into the walkie-talkie clutched in her hand as Sherlock lifted the police tape and ducked beneath it, holding it up for you with a tiny smile on his face. You returned it, trying to hide your annoyance at Donovan.
“When exactly was the body discovered?” Sherlock asked, barely looking at Lestrade as he naturally gravitated towards the body spread-eagled in the middle of the floor, drawn to it like a moth to a flame.
“Eleven last night,” replied the D.I after consulting his notepad. “Found by a group of kids who’d broken in.”
You scanned the room briefly, your eyes landing on a book lying open a few feet away from the body.
“Was that there when the body was found?” you asked, picking up the book carefully and opening it to the page that had been marked. The pages were stained with dried blood, the scarlet marks giving off a disgusting smell.
“Yes. Seems the guy wanted to read himself to sleep.”
“No he didn’t,” said Sherlock, standing up from where he’d been crouching by the corpse. “The book is stained with blood, too much blood to have come from a tiny stab wound like this.”
“So the killer left a clue,” you concluded. “This definitely sounds like one of your cases.”
Sherlock hummed slightly. “It was. I went to the courtesy of writing down the woman you need to arrest, her address, and a few extra facts for you to read on the way, Lestrade. Have fun.”
You shook your head, smiling slightly. You loved seeing Sherlock in his element like this, the way his eyes lit up with interest at the prospect of a mystery for him to unravel.
“Oh…well, um, thanks,” said Lestrade, seemingly trying to hide how impressed he was. Sherlock didn’t reply, holding his hand out for you to take. You took it quickly, following him back down the stairs of the empty house.
“Well that didn’t take long,” you commented, stopping to do up your coat before stepping back out into the cold air. “Even for you, that was good.”
“It was boring,” Sherlock replied. He noticed you shiver slightly, and quickly untied his blue scarf to wrap carefully around your exposed neck. He cut you off before you could protest. “I don’t want you getting sick, I need intelligent company and Jonathan simply won’t do.”
You chuckled quietly, not even bothering to correct him about Lestrade’s name. “Thank you, Sherlock.”
“You heading off, freak? Gotten your kicks for today?” called Donovan from by the police tape. Sherlock wrapped an arm around your stomach, stopping you charging over angrily.
“Don’t, (Y/N). She will only get worse,” he pointed out, struggling to hold you back. You fought against him determinedly.
“Doesn’t mean I can’t go and punch her lights out.”
“Yes it does. As amusing as that would be, I would prefer to have my girlfriend on the same side of a prison cell as me.”
“If you help me get her, we’ll both be on the same side,” you argued, pushing against his arm. He chuckled.
“You know what I meant.”
As you kept fighting to go over, Sherlock sighed and scooped you up, slinging you over his shoulder. You let out a wheeze as you face-planted his back, propping yourself up hastily on your elbows.
“I hate you,” you grumbled half-heartedly as he carried you over to the police tape.
“Of course you do,” he replied, amused. As you passed Donovan, you stuck your middle finger up behind Sherlock’s back. She rolled her eyes, turning away while muttering about freaks.
“One of these days you’re gonna have to let me get her,” you told Sherlock as he set you down on the pavement. He chuckled, shaking his head and making his dark curls shake slightly.
“Donovan isn’t the only one who calls me you that, you know.”
“Well give me the list, I’ll track them down.”
“If you set about going after all my enemies, I fear I wouldn’t see you for years. And that would be horrible,” he told you, wrapping his arms gently around your waist. You smiled softly, stretching up on tiptoe to peck his lips quickly.
“Fine. But if she calls you that one more time, you have to-,”
“-book anger management sessions for you?” Sherlock suggested, grinning. You rolled your eyes, punching his arm lightly.
“Oh shut up.”
He took your hand in his gloved one, giving it a small squeeze. “I am glad I have you, (Y/N),” he said quietly. “Knowing that you would defend me if I asked, it makes me happy.”
You smiled softly. “I’ll always defend you, Sherlock.”
You let go of his hand and wrapped your arm around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. He tilted his head to the side to rest his cheek atop your head, and you smiled slightly, edging closer to him so that you could share in the warmth radiating from him.
“To be fair, Donovan did call you beautiful,” Sherlock pointed out. “She was right on that one.”
You shrugged. “I’m still gonna punch her.”

Addicted To You (Sherlock)

Paring: Sherlock/Reader

Language: English

Words: 1460

Summary: Reader being on the bottom of things and not being able to solve her long owned case. She accidently overdoses on drugs and Sherlock’s find her in her apartment.

A/N: I would just like to point out that I don’t in slightest consider this one being of my best works, but I had so much fun writing this. It’s a ittle bit on the shorter side, but I hope it’s still enjoyable. Maybe it’s right to say that I’m not native speaker, so please forgive any mistakes. This is also requested, so I hope you enjoyed, Alex. :)

Sometimes it all gets a bit too much and there’re days I can hardly make it thought. I started noticing how much my mood began to change sometimes between the last few days. Since my work requires me to be fully concentrated, it was easy for me to notice, that I was everything but that. My mind wouldn’t let me focus and I couldn’t make any progress what so ever in my current case. Normally I would be finish with the case by now, but this time I was stuck with that case for week with not even slightest progress. Nobody could possibly understand how embarrassing and frustrating that is for me. Not being able to do my job correctly drives me crazy.

Today I had enough; I just couldn’t do this anymore. I felt just like everybody else, I felt ordinary and incapable to help others. Solving crimes is the only thing I really have in my life and without my job, I’m not complete.

There’s just one more thing that makes me even more frustrated and angry. All this time I have been competing with my annoying neighbour who was the only person in the entire world that could understand the feeling of happiness, when you finally solve your case. But lately I wasn’t able to do that, because I didn’t solve anything like he did.

Sherlock Holmes could be your friend or you enemy, yet for me he was somebody I could always rely on and share my ideas on my cases. I think he always appreciated my company, since we were so alike, but something changed the last week. Since I’ve became so ordinary, I wasn’t worthy of his company and we’ve became just neighbours. We said hello to the other one, when we passed each other on the hallway, but that was it. He was always out solving his amazing crimes with his friend John and I was alone in my apartment trying so hard to make some progress.

It took me a while to understand, where Sherlock took all his great deductions. I mean all of us knew about his mind palace, but had you ever thought about how does it work? When you’re really stuck and can’t move anymore, your brain doesn’t just make all the work. You can be smart like no one else, but there’s only one simple solution to this. It’s simple really if you know how to pull the strings. Everyone says that drugs are quiet killers and that you shouldn’t ever start. That can be partly true, but if you can control your actions, it can be helpful. I mean, it’s working with Sherlock. If he can do it, I certainly can too.

I’ve always taken just a little bit to help my brain out. But today the dose wasn’t working. My brain would just not work. People do a lot of stupid decisions when they’re feeling desperate and you can’t even imagine, how much desperate I was it that moment. In one moment everything was amazing after the next and bigger dose. I could finally concentrate; I could see that whole case in front of me and it was such a relief. Until my body failed me and I found myself laying on the cold floor without being able to scream for help or to move. I remember staring at the ceiling with teary eyes preying that somebody would find me and help me.

I’ve been lying on that floor for gods know how long; time had stopped in that moment. Suddenly the door shuts open and in the next second a person is leaning over me. My vision is blurred and I can’t hear properly, but I swear that I’ve heard that person speak to me. And after that I’ve lost my consciousness and everything became black.


I know exactly where I am the moment I open my eyes. Seeing the white walls and smelling the disinfection stablish my opinion that I’m in hospital. I try to sit up, but the pain pins me back to the hospital bed. What happened to me? After few moment of being alone in that hospital room, the door finally opens. I couldn’t be more relieved that I didn’t have to be alone with just my currently boring mind.

“I see you’ve woken up,” I hear a familiar voice and roll my eyes. Can we not right now, please?

“What are you doing here, Sherlock? Don’t you have some case to take care of?” I say angrily and sit up even though all the pain.

“I do actually,” he nods and sits to the chair next to my bed, “and I was about to head to the crime scene, when I heard a suspicious noise from the downstairs apartment.”

“You found me?” I ask by surprise.

“I did. Could you tell me, what the hell where you thinking, (Y/N)?” he asks with his voice up. I’m taken by his actions. He had never yelled at me before, not like this. “Do you understand that you could have died? It could have killed you!”

“I needed it, Sherlock! Don’t you get that? Of all of the people, you should know!”

“Why could you possibly need it, (Y/N)?” he ask confusedly.

“For a case, Sherlock! It’s really embarrassing, okay? Admitting that I wasn’t able to solve it myself drives me crazy and I know, how much you must despise me right now for what I’ve done, but I couldn’t live with it anymore. Me solving crimes is all I have and without my job I feel empty, like my word doesn’t have a meaning,” I look at him shyly. “You can try to make me feel as bad as you want, Sherlock, but you can’t hide to me the truth. You’re just like me. You’re even worst, so don’t try to lecture me. You’ve broken down after hearing about Moriarty.”

“You’ve helped to get through it,” he points out.

“That right, I guess I did that.”

“So let me help you,” he reaches for my hand I hesitantly let him take it. My heart almost stops, when he holds my hand in his. “Please, don’t become someone I am.”

“Sherlock,” I whisper, “you should focus on your work, that’s what you do best. I can handle myself, you know that. It’s not like were friends anyways. Not after what happened last week. Not after you started ignoring me.”

“It’s not like that.”

“Oh, is that so? So you didn’t start thinking about how ordinary I was or how stupid I was, because I was unable to solve my case? I’ve been on the bottom of the ocean, Sherlock, and all I needed was someone to hold me up, so I didn’t drown. The truth is that you left me to drown, Sherlock. So yeah, we’re not friends and we’ll never be,” after I finish my thoughts I pull away from him; my hand starting with.

“That was in no means my intention, (Y/N),” he speaks after a while. “It’s just that… I couldn’t look at you, when you were so down. Seeing you like that literally broke my heart every time.”

“What am I supposed to say to that?” I look at him.

“That you agree?”

“What if I just don’t believe that, Sherlock? You most definitely didn’t show that I would matter to you. You don’t show that to people, you know? Most people let the others know if they actually care.”

“I’m not good at that, you know that.”

“I do,” I nod, “but maybe you could at least try, Sherlock. You own me.”

“You’re really stubborn, do you know that?” he asks and I smile at him. “With you I feel different. You make me so angry sometimes, you frustrate me, but you’re the only person who ever came close to who I am. When others don’t get me, you do. When I wanted to be alone, you stayed. When I treated you badly, you still stayed. You were with me no matter what, (Y/N). Even after I became addicted to drugs. And now… I’m addicted to you.”

“Sherlock? What are you saying?” I whisper.

“I love you, (Y/N). Sorry that it took me so long to finally understand.”

After that every piece of anger I have left disappears forever. I reach or Sherlock’s hand and hold it in my. With a little unsure smile from him I finally do what I wanted to do for such a long time. I press my lips on his to a gentle yet passionate kiss. When we finally broke apart, I can’t stop smiling.

“I guess I’m addicted to you as well,” I whisper and let Sherlock kiss me once more.

Yuri!!! On Ice Vampire AU

Here is a short YOI AU that has been stuck in my head for a while now. Sorry for my bad english!

YOI AU where vampires exists and Victor is one of them. They can suck every humanblood until they turn 18 years old. Then only the blood of their destined humanpartner can satisfy their thirst. So they desperatly started hunting down every human they meet until they find their destined Partner, while killing some humans in this process because the hunger won’t stop until then. Humans started to fear the vampires and try to kill them every time they recognize one. Most of the vampires try to hide their identity and tame the painfull bloodthirst. When Victor turned 18 years old he first was one of those, who desperatly searched for their destined one. Until the day when he nearly killed a human (Chris) that later became his best friend, because Chris somehow understands the urge to find someone who can stop this feeling of emptiness and he also tells noone about Victors secret. Now Victor is a famous Model and somehow managed to controll his thirst, so no one discovers his true identity. Until he meets Yuuri Katsuki the photographer. Yuuri is the photogtapher for a famous japanese Magazine in which Victor appears on the front Page and a Double page Interview. During the photoshooting for this Interview Yuuri cuts his finger slightly and goes to the changing room to put a band aid on his wound. Victor, somehow entranced by the smell of Yuuris blood, follows him. He nearly gives in to the urge of biting Yuuri, but stops himself before doing so. Now Victor askes himself: What if Yuuri is his destined Partner, but because he doesn’t know how Yuuri thinks about vampires, he is afraid of telling Yuuri his true identity. That’s where everything starts.

Soon Isn’t Soon Enough

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Member: Jungkook x Reader x Jimin

Word Count: 1,738

a/n: This was a request, i hope anyone who reads it enjoys!! Feedback is encouraged!!! Expect more parts!!!!! ¼ parts

Summary: When you finally begin to hint at your best friend Jungkook that you like him but he’s oblivious. You resort to tell him, but do you? Does Jimin become what you are looking for?

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Originally posted by baebsaes

Your cellphone rang loudly, startling you as you changed into comfortable clothes. You reached out to answer it quickly and scoffed when you recognized the caller. “Were you locked out again?” you asked, knitting your eyebrows together. “You know me so well” Jungkook replied from the other end with sarcasm, “Your door is locked too” he added. The butterflies in your stomach became startled at his statement, making you quickly rush to your front door. You opened the door to find a smiling Jungkook you had just seen around fifteen minutes ago. However, the sight of him once more, made you smile wider than you should have been smiling for your best friend. Without second thoughts, he walked inside your house and began to head towards your bedroom.

You closed your front door and walked after him into your bedroom. Just as you entered the bedroom, Jungkook took his place at your bed, lying flat on his back and letting out a deep sigh. “Where are your parents?” you asked, taking the spot next to him. “Uh, I think they went out? I’m not sure, they didn’t really let me know” he replied, placing his hands over his stomach. You stared at him in awe as you traced his jaw with your eyes and landed on his rosy pink lips. You couldn’t help yourself, no matter how many times you had told yourself that you shouldn’t, you did. You had started to like your best friend. The worst part was that you had finally built the courage to hint it at him but he was completely oblivious. He suddenly met your gaze and you smiled at him, not looking away so once again you could hint that indeed you were staring at him.

Jungkook pressed his lips together and raised his eyebrows as if expecting you to speak. You looked away and sighed, a little bit of exhaustion and defeat lingering within your sigh. “You can spend the night if you’d like, it’s getting kind of late” you finally said, standing up in front of Jungkook. He sat up with a groan and rubbed his eyes with his hands, then sighed and nodded yes. “C'mon let me set up the couch for you” you said, holding your hand out to him. Jungkook took your hand in his, loosely, and followed you out of your bedroom. You reluctantly let go of his hand once you began to pull out several blankets to hand to him from a closet. The two of you then headed to the living room and Jungkook put down the blankets with a huff.

In a few minutes, the couch looked as ready as ever to be slept in. “Are you already going to sleep?” Jungkook asked as he sat down on the couch and removed his shoes. “Why?” you asked as you crossed your arms gently over your chest. “Well, if you aren’t too tired, we should watch a movie” he then suggested with a smile that you definitely couldn’t say no to. “Sure” you replied with a wide grin as you took the seat next to him. Jungkook leaned back into the couch and found the remote and began setting up the television. “What do you want to watch?” he asked, biting the inside of his cheek. You glanced at him and shrugged, “I’ll watch what you watch” you answered, turning back to the television. Jungkook hummed in thought and you felt yourself begin to feel a little nervous by his side.

You bit your bottom lip as you pondered over your feelings. You liked him, a lot to be precise, but you didn’t want to force him onto you either. Jungkook never dated much and the little times he did, it was all too temporary and you knew he liked having a lot of freedom and not be anchored to someone. However, you’d want to try and change that. Besides, you weren’t looking to rush things either, if you two had to date a while before actually getting into a relationship, you’d be okay with that. But the more time you spent with him now that you knew how you felt about him, the harder it was to keep it to yourself. You knew it wouldn’t ruin your friendship because as soon as he would draw the boundary between friendship and something more, you wouldn’t cross it, you’d respect it. You needed to tell him though, whether he rejected you or not, he needed to know.

You let out a sigh as you then realized Jungkook had found a movie and was already focused on it. You glanced at him slowly and tilted your head a little. He was so calm, so oblivious of what was going through your head and that made you smile a little. His innocence was always something you cherished about him. You took in a deep breath and tried to find the courage to move or say something, to attempt to throw at him another hint. You shifted in your seat a little and decided to use actions instead of words. You placed your head on his shoulder and scooted closer to him as you hooked your arm in his. Jungkook paid you no mind and instead leaned his head on yours. It almost made you giggle that he was going along with you, possibly thinking it was all a friendly gesture. Long minutes passed with only the sound of the television filling the room, until Jungkook finally spoke, “We should go to an amusement park tomorrow” Jungkook suggested calmly. You hummed in agreement, “Yea the weather is nice these days for that” you said with a smirk only you were aware of. “Maybe we should invite some people, the more people the more fun” he added with a yawn. “Sure” you replied, glancing from your place on his shoulder up at him as he moved his head away to fully yawn. “You’re already tired?” you asked with a giggle to which Jungkook smiled at, “I don’t know what you’re talking about” he replied sarcastically, removing his arm from yours and stretching.

You grinned at him and sighed, “Whatever, I’ll let you sleep I guess. You know where to find me if you need anything” you said as you stood up from your seat and watched Jungkook lie down. “Thank you, Y/N, good night” he muttered as he got comfortable. You smiled and headed for your bedroom. You made your way into the sheets and stared at the dark ceiling. Maybe you would tell him soon. Maybe soon would be tomorrow.


You woke up to the sound of voices somewhere on the other side of your bedroom door. You rubbed your face and stretched before getting up. You brushed your teeth and headed out for the kitchen where you smelled food and began to identify the familiar voices. You found Jungkook sitting across the kitchen counter, chatting with your mother who grinned widely. “Good morning” you said as you approached the seat next to Jungkook. The two of them replied a good morning as you watched Jungkook eat breakfast and your mother cook. You felt a bit self-conscious of the way you looked, bare-faced in front of Jungkook but you willed yourself to not mind. Afterall, if there was anyone who had seen your bare face more than you were used to, it was Jungkook and of course your parents.

“How’d you sleep?” you asked Jungkook as you leaned on your elbow on the countertop, your head resting on your hand. Jungkook smiled, “It would’ve been polite of you to give me your bed while you slept on the couch instead” he said, and your mother snorted at his joke. You punched his arm gently and laughed, “You’re lucky I even let you stay, I could’ve left you outside while you were locked out if I wanted to” you replied as your mother served you breakfast. Jungkook chuckled and raised his eyebrows at you, “But you didn’t because you like me too much” he countered as he took the last bite from his breakfast. You felt your heart skip a beat at his words, but you ignored it as you let a sheepish smile creep on your lips. “Yea, I do” you replied, loud enough for him to hear.

You felt your mother shoot you a discrete, surprised expression due to your sudden, bold confession and you felt your cheeks begin to redden. “I know” Jungkook replied, making both your mother and you turn to him, taken aback as he stood up from his seat and picked up after himself. Your mother cleared her throat and shot you one last questioning expression. She wiggled her eyebrows at you suggestively as she tilted her head in his direction, ’Did you tell him?’ she mouthed, making you scoff. ’I’m working on it’ you mouthed back at her and she nodded in approval. Jungkook thanked her for the meal, making her jump a little as she turned to him, already cleaning his plate. “You’re very welcome, Jungkook” she answered, trying to hide the fact that you and her were just having a telepathic conversation about him.

You chuckled a bit and finished up your own breakfast. After a few minutes, your mother left and Jungkook took your empty plate so he could wash it as well. “So will we go to the amusement park today?” you asked, licking your lips. “Yea! I couldn’t stop thinking about it last night” Jungkook replied excitedly. “Who are you inviting?” you asked, crossing your arms on the countertop. Jungkook dried his hands and let out a sigh as he leaned on the countertop, across from you. “I was thinking about inviting Jimin and Taehyung” he said, biting his bottom lip as his gaze met yours. You pressed your lips together as you stared at him for a few seconds before looking away, “Yea, tell them to invite their girl friends though, I can only deal with so much testosterone alone” you said, getting up from your seat.

Jungkook chuckled and moved away from the counter. “Okay. I’m going to go home and get ready, I’ll be back for you in a couple of hours” he said. You walked him to the front door as he then waved goodbye and walked home as you watched. Maybe you’d confess today, you thought. Soon would maybe be today.

Best Friend Code (II)

Characters: Namjoon (Rap Monster) & Reader ft. Park Jimin

Genre: Angst /Fluff

Series: Intro, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 

Summary: “We are to never like or date the same guy.” It was that simple. One rule. That’s it. Or so you thought it was, until you met Namjoon, who made you question the one rule that you had once made up with your best friends, and had tried so hard to keep.

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Three Months Ago 

As your best friend continued to type on her phone, you poked at your food and said,

“I.. I have something to tell you.”

Having just came back to visit after a month in university, Jennifer was the one who planned this whole lunch date, yet here she was, busy typing away on her cell phone completely disregarding your existence. What’s even worse then your best friend ignoring you, was the fact that you already knew who she was texting, Namjoon. You hated yourself everyday for being the reason why the two started talking again. Technically, you weren’t completely the reason, but if it weren’t for you who asked Jennifer over the summer if she was still talking to him, she wouldn’t have decided to pick up her phone and start texting him again.

You knew that Jennifer wasn’t even interested in Namjoon, yet you couldn’t find the heart to warn him or yell at her. How could you? They were both your best friends.

“What is it Y/N?” She asked as she momentarily looked up from her device.

“You can’t make fun of me okay?”

“Yeah. I got it. What’s wrong?” Jennifer now worriedly asked.

“I… I think I like Namjoon.” You blushed while staring down on your plate of food.

It might have been a sudden confession, but you silently had hoped that this would have been a slight warning for Jennifer. For as long as she had known you, Jennifer had always teased you about your not-so secretive crush on Namjoon, but you always shook it off by simply saying that she was thinking too much. Being your best friend, you should have felt safe by telling her your secrets, but this secret seemed too big for anyone else other than you to know. This secret was either going to make or break your fifteen year friendship with Namjoon, and you weren’t ready to risk it just yet.

“You what?” Jennifer quietly asked.

There was something about her tone that you found unnerving, so when you looked up, you were surprised to see that Jennifer was no longer on her phone anymore, instead now she was staring at you, with what seemed like a worried look.

“I.. I just said. I think I like Namjoon. Why? What’s wrong?” You asked.

Frowning at her slight chuckle, she said,

“What’s wrong? Y/N… you guys go to two different universities, how are you going to date him? I’m not trying to ruin your mood, but I just want you know that it’s going to be hard for the two of you, if the two of you were to date.”

As if I didn’t know.

Taken back by her response, you said,“I never said that I was going to date Namjoon, I just said that I like him.”

As Jennifer continued to lecture you about how you always easily fell for guys who paid even an ounce of attention to you, you went back to picking your food. You were angry. Furious even. Because she out of all people had no right to talk to you like this.

Having had enough, once she was done, you pushed back your food and got up,

“I didn’t come here to have you lecture me okay? I just wanted to tell my best friend about how I felt. I’m going home.”

Without even bothering to listen to what she had to say, you quickly dialled Namjoon’s phone and headed towards the parking lot.

Knowing that he would always answer you phone, you smiled the moment you heard his voice after the second ring.


Once you closed the car door, you asked,

“Is it cool if I’m come over tonight?”

“Sure. What time?”

“Like. Um.. now?”

“Sure. The doors unlocked. Come in whenever.” He laughed.

The good thing about having two best friends was that when you’re mad at one of them, you can always count on having the other one to talk to. Or at least that’s what you thought.

Guessing that Namjoon probably hasn’t eaten anything, you went to his favourite pizza parlour around his neighbourhood and bought a medium cheese pizza for the two of you, since you barely touched your own lunch.

Your excitement was quickly dismissed the moment you opened Namjoon’s front door only to see Jennifer and Namjoon cuddled together on the couch in the living room.

“Y/N what are you doing here?” Jennifer asked.

You stood at the door completely speechless. A part of you was jealous to see the two of them cuddling so happily, while the other part of you was mad. You were mad at Namjoon for not telling you that Jennifer was coming. You were mad at Jennifer for cuddling with Namjoon, who she told you time after time that she didn’t like, and who you just told minutes ago that you like. More than anything, you were mad at yourself for not being able to do anything but stare at the two, and realize just good they look together.

Before you would turn into a crying mess, you quickly mumbled that you had other plans and ran out the door as quickly as possible.

Just as you were about to start the engine, you almost screamed out of surprise the moment Namjoon started banging on the car window.

You wanted to ignore him. You tried, and you would have succeeded if Namjoon hadn’t yanked the car door open before you had the chance to lock it.


“Y/N What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” You mumbled while trying to wipe away your tears.

Kneeling down to your eye level, Namjoon sighed,

“You’re an awful liar.”

While Namjoon reached forward to wipe your tears, you had to hold back a sigh. As much as you hated to admit it, you couldn’t stop yourself from feeling a sense of comfort from just one touch.

Like you had told Jennifer today, you like Namjoon. Really. Like him. And maybe even hopelessly in love with him.

Although you wanted to continue and enjoy his soft touch, the memory of him and Jennifer cuddling just seconds ago flashed back into your mind causing you to brush his hands off and turning away from him.

“Nothing’s wrong. I clearly was in the way of something. I’m just going to go now.” You mumbled.

“You weren’t in the way of anything. We were just watching a movie. Come on in. The three of us can a movie night together.” He smiled.

As breathtaking as his smile was, you couldn’t stop the everlasting images of the two of them on the couch from flashing into your mind.

“I have things to do Namjoon. It’s nothing.”

If there was one thing that Namjoon had very little of, it would be patience, and he surely was running out of it right now.

“Get out of the car Y/N.”


Namjoon couldn’t describe it, but the sight of you on the verge of crying agitated his impatience to the point that he would do anything just to make you feel better.

“Now. Y/N.” He almost shouted.

You instantly felt your body shrivel up at how stern Namjoon’s voice was. Although you had seen Namjoon mad before, never had you seen his eyes so filled with annoyance like he was staring at you right now.

Seeing how pale you suddenly got, Namjoon’s face quickly softened and this time had said softly,

“What’s wrong Y/N? Why did you suddenly run off? I thought we were going to hang out tonight.”

Seeing that you weren’t going to get your way out of this, you finally said,

“Jennifer and I..”

“Did you guys have a fight?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah. Yeah. We’re not really on talking terms.. right now.” You lied.

Although you should have told the truth, knowing that Namjoon would never ask why the two of you fought, you were willing to say anything just so he wouldn’t find out about your confession.

Whether Namjoon thought you were lying or not, you were glad that he didn’t question any further.

“Well. Wait here I’ll be right back. Okay?”

After giving a slight nod, Namjoon left you alone in your car as you watched him and Jennifer talk from your rear mirror. You contemplated on whether you should just leave them right now and go home to heat up and devour your now cold pizza, or wait for him like he asked. After much debating, you decided to choose the latter.

As minutes went by, you continued tapping nervously on your steering wheel wondering what they were talking about. After minutes went by, Namjoon finally came back and this time softly opened your side of the door.

“Let’s go get some drinks okay?” Namjoon softly asked.

“What about Jennifer?” You asked.

“She’s going home. Tonight it’s just going to be you and me. Deal?”

You and me.

As your heart started to flutter, you shyly nodded at him and in return you received yet another one of his beautiful smiles.

Just before you buckled your seatbelt, Namjoon stopped you and asked,

“What are you doing?”

Giving him a confused look, you said,

“We’re going out for drinks aren’t we?”

“Yeah. But we’re not going out. We’re drinking in my house. Just you and me.” He winked.

Trying your best to hide your reddening face, you quickly got out of the car and said,


“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” He yelled before you quickly ran into the house.

One drink became two which then eventually accumulated to all almost dozen empty beer bottles.

You couldn’t remember who suggested it, but here the two of you were completely wasted out of your mind in hopes to be the first to finish their six bottles of beer.

After downing your last beer, you smiled at the emptied bottle and chuckled,

“Ha. No more. Namjoon I won!”

Turning to him, you laughed at the sight of a snoring Namjoon completely knocked out.

You tried to nudge him awake, but it was no use, he didn’t budge.

With the television playing a movie that neither of you were paying attention to, you turned to Namjoon and softly ran your fingers through his hair.

“Namjoon.” You tried again, but there was no response.

Leaning towards his ear, you tried again,



In your drunk state of mind, you continued to run your hands through his hair as your started to admire his features.

You admired how beautiful his golden skin was.

You admired how soft his hair felt.

You admired how plump and full his lips were.

More than anything, you admired him.

Not as your best friend Namjoon, but as Kim Namjoon, who had stolen your heart years ago.

Although you knew that you weren’t going to get a response, you asked,

“Namjoon can I tell you something?”

Not expecting an answer, you continued,

“I like you Namjoon. A lot. A loooootttt. A lot.”

Thinking that Namjoon was asleep, you leaned in and kissed his cheek before you slowly got up and headed towards the sofa in which you fell asleep within seconds.

What you didn’t know was that Namjoon had simply decided to take a nap and he was listening to you the whole time while trying to stay quiet.

Once the room feel to a complete silence, Namjoon finally got up and headed towards his room to grab a blanket before draping it over your sleeping body.

Quietly laughing at your drunken state, Namjoon softly ruffled your hair and said,

“I’ll take it that you were too drunk and I’ll save you from embarrassment by forgetting what just happened.”  

Finally pulling you back to reality, Jennifer said,


“I thought you said that you didn’t like him.” You finally said so quietly that even Jennifer who was standing in front of you could barely hear.

“I.. I know I said that before, but it wasn’t until recently that I realized that I really do like Namjoon, more than a friend.”

You watched at Jennifer kept explaining how and when she realized how great Namjoon truly is, but somehow, everything to you just seemed like excuses. More than anything, it just seemed like Jennifer was trying to prove to you why she likes Namjoon. But why? What does she get from reasoning with you?

Completely ignoring what she was saying, you asked,

“I’m sorry, but why are you telling me all this?”

“Y/N… I…” She stuttered.

Turning to your best friend, you felt sick just looking at the pitiful look that she was displaying on her face.

She wants to date him.

She wants me to let her date Namjoon.

She want me to… let go.

Seeing the look of realization, Jennifer said,

“I’m so sorry Y/N. So so sorry. You can say no if you want. I just want you to know that I really do like Namjoon, and.. and I-“

“Don’t. It’s fine.” You mumbled.

Having been your best friend for so long, just like Namjoon, Jennifer was able to see right through your lies, so it was no surprise that she was able to see through this one just as well.

“Y/N… This clearly is bothering you. Just.. pretend that I didn’t say anything. Forget i-“

“It’s fine.” You said while trying to hold back your anger.

“Are you sure?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t say that you only like Namjoon now because he giving you the attention that you love.” You spat.

Without realizing, you were boiling with anger but more than anything, you were hurt. Hurt that your best friend could do such a thing to you.

Taken back by what you had just said, Jennifer said,


Although you were usually able to hold yourself back, you found yourself for the first time since last night, unapologetically letting out your true feelings that you had kept so long for the sake of your friendship, but clearly you no longer saw the need in doing so.

“I loved you as my best friend. I even loved you like a sister, and I respected you. I respected the choices that you made, and never once, did I lash out at you. But what about you? I told you that I liked Namjoon, and what did you do? You didn’t encourage me, and as much as that had hurt, I understood that you didn’t have to root for every guy that I like, but did you have to say that all I wanted was attention? Did you have to think so little of me and think that it was okay for you to just say that to me?”

As Jennifer was about to speak, you quickly said,

“Just for one second. Just for one fucking second. Listen to me. You out of all people have absolutely no right to call me out for wanting attention. Why? Because how about we remember why you and Namjoon started talking again shall we? If I hadn’t kept my fucking mouth shut and had not ask you whether you and Namjoon were talking again, I bet you, the two of you wouldn’t be talking so happily right now. And why did the two of you stop talking in the first place? Because you didn’t want to give him the wrong idea and what are you telling me now? That you suddenly like him? And you’re practically asking me if it’s okay for you to just take Namjoon. You know that he likes you, so you’re asking me right now to just let him go so you can go for him aren’t you?!”

Once you were finished, you weren’t sure whether you were gasping from air because of the long speech or because of your tears. Streams of tears then turned to sobs, and soon you were too drowned from your own tears to even acknowledge the fact hat Jennifer had left your house. To be completely honest, you didn’t really even care. As broken and hurt as you were, you finally felt free after letting out all those words that you had kept in for so long, and you didn’t feel a single bit regretful.

Once the sobs finally came to a stop, you decided to go out for some fresh air.

Without a single sense of direction or plan, after about an hour of strolling, you ended up sitting on an empty bench at a park nearby.

Although Namjoon continued to text and call you, you never bothered to answer because for one, you weren’t in the mood to answer after knowing that your friendship with Jennifer had basically ended, and two because you were certain that you and Namjoon were also on the verge of that, and you weren’t just yet ready for that.

So in hopes to lighten your mood, without even thinking twice, you quickly dialled a phone number.

“Hello?” He answered after the first ring.

“Hey. Are you busy right now?” You asked.

Letting out a light chuckle, he said,

“No. I’m free right now.”


Whether you were aware of your conscious or not, clearly you didn’t give a damn, because within seconds, you quickly said,

“That date. Let’s do it now Jimin.”

Hide-and-seek | Vinsmoke family

Fandom: One Piece  

Rating: General  

Word Count: 857  

Genre: Family | Hurt/Comfort  

Summary: AU in which the siblings play hide-and-seek and Sanji becomes scared of dark places.

Notes: I’m not too confident about this one if I’m honest. And I’m still not sure what role to give Judge in this AU, so if in some one-shots he seems a bit different and odd, it’s just me…trying to figure out his character for it. Any kind of review/feedback (good or bad) is welcomed.


Sanji was running. Coming to a stop, he looked around the hallway, making sure he was alone before he disappeared into empty room. Just as he was about to relax, he heard quiet and quick footsteps from the hallway. With a startle, he ran to the wardrobe and jumped in, closing the doors behind. He tried to remain indifferent, but his lips and a quiet gasp betrayed him.

Hearing the doors opening, he covered his mouth, making sure he wouldn’t make any noise. He looked to doors when he heard footsteps coming closer.

“It!” There was a distant voice.

The footsteps that stopped right in front of him turned around and ran out of the room. Sanji let out his breath he held, knowing that he was safe.

“That’s not fair Reiju! You already know all the secret places!”

Sanji recognized Yonji’s voice. He chuckled and pulled his legs to his chest, waiting.

A minute passed.

No one was coming.

And another minute.

Still no one.

Sanji leaned his chin on top of knees, his lower lip slowly plumping out into pout. A quiet sigh left his lips. Closing his eyes, the sound of bird chirping in the background and the soft wind breeze lulled him to sleep.

He could hear the voices outside and people rushing on the hallway. And Sanji wondered why everyone was on their toes, but feeling too tired from all exams and training, he could barely move a muscle anymore.

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