i almost cried the night i found this


Oh, HAY, it me, nearly 40 vs me at 14 or so. I’m Cuban-American and neuroatypical. Didn’t start transition til I was 33, and wow was being closeted rough.

So. It’s Transgender Day of Visibility and a lot of folks are going to be sharing their transition pics. Please, please, please resist the urge to tell them they were attractive before.

Speaking from experience: for transmasculine folks, “but you’re such a pretty girl” is constantly trotted out to discourage us from transitioning. As if our only value is in how attractive we look. (And as if there isn’t a shit-ton of misogyny behind valuing women and perceived women only for their looks and treating their appearance as an issue of public consumption rather than personal expression/fulfillment.)

I found only trauma in being told how pretty my girl costume was, because pretending to be cis only brought me pain. Every fight over clothes, makeup, hair, etc. was a night I cried myself to sleep. And I cried a LOT in those days, even if people didn’t see it.

We trans folk have an uncomfortable relationship with being told we’re attractive by cis people. Because “attractive” is almost always code for “cis-passing”. Because, for trans women, their attractiveness is overwhelmingly tied to being objectified as a sexual fetish. Because, for non-binary and non-transitioning people, they still aren’t being told they are valuable and loved.

Here’s the thing, cis friends: transition photos really aren’t for *you*. We share the documentation of our transition as a way to give ourselves and other trans people hope. “Passing” is overwhelmingly an issue of safety, and any joy at putting some of our dysphoric demons to rest is clouded by all these messages that we’re finally “acceptable” to a cis audience.

Transition photos are photos of SURVIVAL. Transition photos document RECOVERY FROM TRAUMA. Just… just think about that.

By all means, tell trans people they are attractive (we do need to hear it from time to time, same as everyone else), but go beyond the obsession with what we used to look like. If you want to know more about transition, Google it, the same way we all had to. Engage with trans folks on their other strengths and talents. That will go much further to signify your allyship.

Breaking the Rules - part 5

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary:  Modern!AU You hate James Barnes with a burning passion and the feeling is entirely mutual. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, you are tricked into attending his sister’s wedding as his girlfriend. Stuck with a bunch of strangers, you come up with a set of rules that are not going to last long.

Word Count:2,326

Warnings: the usual 

Breaking the Rules - Masterpage

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

The next day was peaceful and quiet. The calm before the storm as Mary had said. You sat on the patio, cooking lunch with Bucky’s grandmother while he was playing basketball with his cousin, Peter.

When his grandmother caught you staring at him, she gave you a knowing wink and you ducked your head to hide your smile.

Winnie wanted to get to know you better and decided to take all the girls to the beauty salon to get ready for the rehearsal dinner. Of course, Bucky whispered a stupid comment into your ear and you discreetly pinched his side, making him yelp.

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Oh, Baby - William Nylander #2

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

about/request: Could you do a Williams Nylander one where the team finds out he’s has a kid? Like maybe he didn’t tell them until you phone cuase something happen to your son?

warnings: fighting, some cursing, and talk about a baby and pregnancy all up in this

authors note: i hope this was easy to follow as it obviously is like two different places merging over a phone call, anyway i hope this was what you wanted!! 

word count: 1209

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amazing things that have happened in my first three days of uni:
- met a girl who shouted YOU ARE SHINING at me from a doorway and then vanished for hours
- about a day later, I taught her how to use a toaster
- “how many freshers does it take to make a piece of toast”
- made a pasta bake and ate it all at once
- danced with a million people
- made friends with the coolest people ever
- found out i’m not the only not-hetero in the flat and there is a BUNCH OF US and we feel so comfortable now
- a girl almost cried last night because she loved us all so much already
- i almost cried because i love them all so much already
- life is fucking GOOD

anonymous asked:

Can I request a peter parker x reader where he talks to Karen about the reader and she gets him to confess his feelings to her?

Originally posted by koenigreus

Title: Confession of a Teenage Superhero (Peter Parker x Reader)

Word Count: 1,158

Warnings: nada

AN: L/N=Last name. ALSO, my draft for this disappeared after I went to bed last night for some reason and I almost cried but I just clicked the back button a couple times and I found it. #bless Hope you enjoy!

“Taser webs!” Peter ordered Karen and he overloaded the electricity in the villain’s suit. This caused it to shut down and give him a chance to take him down. Then your face popped into his mind and he hesitated for a moment; only to be hit by the swinging arm he definitely saw coming. He shot a web at nearby debris and launched it at the man in the powersuit, causing him to topple over. “Karen, Taser webs again!” He shot one last burst of electricity through the machine and it was deactivated.

Peter sighed and pulled the unconscious man out of the suit then tied him up to his own suit with his webs. “Karen, how’s he doing?”

“Scans show his heart rate and brain activity is normal for that of a human that is unconscious.”

He pulled out a note card and a pencil from his backpack and wrote a note.

I tied this bad guy down. Shouldn’t be a problem any more.

It was the dead of night, and Peter needed to get home to get at least some sleep.

“Peter, you seem very distracted lately. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Karen.”

“You and I both know that you’re a terrible liar. You also almost got knocked out by the robotic arms back there when you were staring right at him.” Peter shot a couple more webs while swinging above the street before finally answering.

“There’s someone I’ve been thinking about lately…”

“Is it Liz?”

“No no no, I’m over her, trust me. It’s someone else, actually.”

“What’s her name?”

“Karen, can we talk about this while I’m not swinging around?” Peter found a tall building and sat on top of the water tower that rested on the roof.

“Peter, what is her name?”

“Her name is Y/N. Wait–how’d you know it was a girl?”

“Your heart rate was elevated the minute I mentioned Liz and when you said Y/N’s name.”

“That doesn’t mean–Never mind. She’s just some girl from school.”

“Oh really?”

Peter stuffed his face into his hands and closed his eyes. “Yes, Karen. She’s my friend, she probably forgets about me whenever she leaves school everyday.”

“I think you are unforgettable Peter.”

“Thanks, Karen.” He sighed and held his head in his hands.

“What is she like?”

“She’s wonderful, Karen. She’s so goofy and smart and not afraid to take risks. Y/N is just so amazing. She looks so beautiful without even trying. Whenever I see her in the library she’s always got her nose in a book and her face is just so expressive when her eyes fly across all the words… She’s brave enough to go against what the teachers say sometimes and she’s just so bold. I–I really like her.” He smiled underneath his mask.

“You should tell her how you feel!”

“What?! No! I can’t. She’s much cooler than a loser like me. She’s way out of my league.”

“Peter, you can stop a train with your own hands if you wanted to; you can tell Y/N how you like her.”

Peter jumped to his feet, shot a web across from the water tower to a billboard and started pacing while walking on the tightrope of a web. “Karen, I–I can’t.” He exhaled in defeat.

“Yes you can, Peter. Take a risk, it’s what Y/N would do.”

She’s right. Peter stopped pacing and almost lost his balance while he was deep in thought. “Y-You really think I should do it?”

“Yes. Tomorrow at at school.”

“Okay… I’ll do it.” Peter’s newfound confidence sparked an inspiration to talk to you the next day. You had a class or two with him, so he had a couple chances. He jumped from the roof and hurried home so he could sleep and figure out how he was going to tell you how he felt.

That next morning, you were approached by Peter before your first class together. “Oh, hey Peter!” You greeted with a smile and he walked up to you. Your friends had just left you at your locker for their own classes and you needed to grab a few things before heading to the classroom.

“Hi, Y/N.”

“What’s up? Did you need some of the notes from Algebra? You were gone right?”

“No, I mean, yes! But that’s not what I wanted to talk about.” He looked away nervously. “I… I lik–” You dropped one of the books that you were grabbing from your locker and Peter caught it with lightning-fast reflexes.

“Nice catch.” You smiled and reached to take the book back from him.

“I like you.” He held tight to the textbook and you blinked in shock.

“Me? I was sure you liked someone a little cooler than me.” An awkward laugh escaped your lips and you avoided his round brown eyes.

“You’re one of the coolest people I know, Y/N!” He handed you the book and you accepted it while still looking away.

“Well, it’s a good thing I had a crush on you, I guess.” You flashed your teeth and played with your hair. The hall was completely empty now, and you were definitely late for class, but this moment seemed more important than class at the moment.

“Wait, you did?”

“I’ve liked you for awhile, Peter. I was just too afraid to do anything about it.” You admitted. Before he could say anything else, you added, “We should probably head to class before–”

“Mr. Parker, Mrs. L/N, what are you two doing not in class?” You turned and one of your teachers had his hands crossed across his chest threateningly.

“Um, we were talking… We were about to head to class though!” You insisted and hoped that would save you a little.

“You know the rules, Y/N. Detention, both of you. After school. I believe you already have to attend detention, Mr. Parker?” He turned his gaze to Peter who gulped audibly. “Now get to class, before I lengthen both of your detention terms.” You both scrambled away and walked as fast as you could to your next class. Without another word, the two of you slipped into class and sat in the desks in the back. Peter passed a note to you and it read:

Guess I’ll see you at detention. :P

You hid the note in your sweater pocket as the teacher turned around to face the class again. “Oh, morning, Peter and Y/N. Glad you could join us.” She gave a little nod and returned to her lecture. You took the note back out and scribbled a reply, handing it back to Peter silently.

It’ll be an interesting first date ;P

Peter’s face turned slightly red and he crumbled the piece of paper into his pocket while turning his attention back to your teacher. You fiddled with your pencil and for the first time in your life, you were excited to go to detention.

Sea Rain

Based from a prompt sent by: melissa-2894

for Scenario - Ship - Song prompts: Sea - Yoonmin - Butterfly

“Hyung? Hyung?” Jimin shouted, as he frantically searched for his keys and put on his shoes, tripping a bit in the process.

“Hyung!” Jimin called again, finally finding his keys amidst the mess of take-away trays on the kitchen counter.

Yoongi peered from the room he converted to be his studio, bluetooth headphones on, eyebrows raised, asking why Jimin was looking for him.

“I’m picking up our lunch order from Tae’s. You craving anything else, babe?”, the younger asked as he smoothed his cotton-candy pink hair while facing the mirror by their front door, looking at Yoongi through the reflection.

The older man took off his headphones, letting them rest around his neck, his mouth in the adorable pout which Jimin knew to mean that he was thinking. “Yes?” Jimin urged Yoongi to answer, but the older just shook his head and smiled softly at Jimin.

“Ok, fine. I’ll just order the usual, okay?” the pink haired boy asked, to which Yoongi just nodded and gave a thumbs up.

Yoongi was on his way back to his room, headphones almost back on his ears when Jimin called him again. “Hyung!” The older man looked back at his boyfriend.

Jimin made shot gun hearts at Yoongi with his fingers, accompanied by tongue clicks and winks. He knew it was cheesy but he also knew that his boyfriend secretly found it adorable. Yoongi placed both his hands on his chest, clutching himself, pretending he get shot. His shoulder raised repeatedly in silent laughter at their cringe-worthy antics.

Yoongi then turned towards his room shaking his head, putting the headphones back on. Jimin couldn’t see it but he was pretty sure his hyung was still smiling as he walked away.

He walked out the door, making sure that the keys were safely in his pocket. He learned the hard way that leaving their studio without bringing his own set of keys could mean that he would have to stand and wait outside for longer than he would want.

Yoongi always worked on his music at home, mostly with loud sounds blasting in his ears, making it impossible for him to hear the knocks or even the doorbell ringing. Music was important to Yoongi, it was his first love. Jimin had already accepted that he only came second, which of course Yoongi denied.

He met Yoongi while the older man was still DJ-ing at a bar by the sea in Busan to save up money for production equipment. It wasn’t really Jimin’s scene and he wouldn’t have gone if his friend Sungwoon didn’t drag him, but the moment he saw the bar’s lights play on Yoongi’s blue hair and pale skin, he knew he was done for. He danced in front of the stage, drink in hand in a desperate attempt to get the DJ to look at him. As the night wore on, Jimin slowly accepted that it was pointless and he would be getting nowhere with the blue-haired boy. He walked outside the bar towards the shore, sitting by the water’s edge, listening to the waves crash. He hugged his jacket on tightly, as his blonde hair got ruffled by the sea breeze. “Want some company?”, the voice was deep and gravelly and Jimin almost snapped at him to just go away. He turned around to see Yoongi with a bottle of beer in his hand, beautiful gummy smile on his face. “I… I would love some,” Jimin responded and the older man sat slowly beside him, facing the sea.

Five years after the night that they met, Yoongi decided to drive out with Jimin back to the sea. He surprised Jimin with a beach side picnic and prepared floating lanterns to comemorate their anniversary. Everything was beautifully set-up and Jimin almost cried. Unfortunately, it rained. Jimin saw the disappointment in Yoongi’s face with the foiled surprise. He decided to make Yoongi dance with him under the rain. The shore was filled with their laughter and singing. A day later, Jimin found himself in the hospital coughing and sick from their trip. He should have felt miserable, but Yoongi was there and so everything was okay.

Jimin weathered everything with Yoongi beside him. He loved how Yoongi fully accepted who he was, weird quirks and all. Because Jimin wasn’t normal, not in the conventional sense of the word. But when he told Yoongi his secret, the older man just smiled and told him he was lucky to be gifted. And that was that. He has been living happily with the other man for 5 years and 3 months to the day.


Jimin was almost in front of Tae’s restaurant when he heard screeching tires, a thunderous crash and a woman’s scream. He turned just in time to see the wreckage in the intersection. A black Honda City and a silver Ford Escape crashed head on, a small orange Kia collided where the other two hit each other. Broken glass were everywhere and the lunch time traffic started to gather at the site of the accident. Jimin saw the wailing woman inside the Kia, the car’s passenger side window bloody.

He was so fixated at the metal carnage that he didn’t even notice that Tae was already standing beside him.

“Holy shit!”, Tae exclaimed, eyes wide open, hands on his temple, mouth agapped. “What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin shrugged, “Didn’t really see it.” Tae looked behind him when he realized that Jimin was looking past him.

“Someone died?” Tae asked quietly.

Jimin nodded.

“Do you know who?” Tae inquired and Jimin nodded again.

“Is- is the person behind me?” Tae asked worriedly, forehead furrowing in concern.

Jimin nodded.

“Aggghhhh!” Tae shouted, rubbing his arms as goosebumps formed on his skin. “I told you never to… Uggghhh… Park Jimin.” He exclaimed angrily as he walked to wards his restaurant’s door.

With his friend gone, Jimin approached the person he was looking at. A young girl, no older than 7 in pink leotards, hair in a bun fixed on top of her head. She was looking at the crying woman who was walking towards the back of the ambulance following a turney.

“Is she your mother?” Jimin inquired, looking at the same woman.

The little girl slowly nodded, gaze fixed on her mother.

“You’re a little confused, aren’t you?”

She finally looked at Jimin, tears seemingly brimming her almond eyes as she nodded with a pout. The dead don’t talk and Jimin never understood why, but from the moment he learned his gift he has accepted this as a fact.

“I’ll try and help you, okay? I just have to get something inside. Wait here,” Jimin sad, as he walked inside the restaurant to get his order.

Jimin rushed outside the door, take-out bags in his hand to find the little girl. But she was gone. He knew that she probably followed her mother, and that she will definitely be back because he was the only one who could see her.

He closed his eyes and breathed deep as he turned the corner towards the direction of his studio. “She will be back,” he told himself. “And I will help her then.”

He fished for his keys from his pockets to let himself in and went straight to the kitchen island to place all the food.


Jimin turned around and was surprised to see Seokjin, Hoseok, Namjoon, and Jungkook in his living room. Hoseok and Jungkook were seated on the L-shaped black leather couch while Seokjin was standing, facing Jimin directly with Namjoon behind him.

“Oh my God, hyung! Did Yoongi let you in?”, Jimin shouted with delight, rushing to hug Seokjin. 

“I have a copy, remember?” Seokjin answered, showing Jimin the set of keys the couple gave him in case of emergencies.

“Oh! Of course!” Jimin chuckled.

“You guys!” He started, looking at his other friends, eyes disappearing as he smiled widely. “You should have told me you were coming!” Jimin said happily, as he walked back to the kitchen to bring out the take-aways from the plastic bags.

“Hyung!” Jimin shouted. “Yoongi hyung! The guys are here! Come out!” He looks back apologetically at the others when Yoongi did not answer. “I’m sorry, he probably has his headphones on. Let me just…” He was wiping his hands on his jeans when Seokjin grabbed his wrist.

“Jimin, baby. This has to stop.” Jimin looks at his hyung’s face filled with concern, and so were the others’.

Jimin let out a confused chuckle as he pulled his hand free from Seokjin’s. “What? Hyung? What do you mean? You’re scaring me.”

“Where is Yoongi hyung, Jimin?”, Namjoon asked. “Is he here?”

“Hyung?!”, he directed at Namjoon as if the question the other asked was incredulous. “He is! In his studio he…”

That’s when Jimin saw Yoongi, standing by the window. Jimin wanted to point him out to the others, wondering why they were asking where he was. He lifted his finger towards Yoongi’s direction and at the same time everyone looked to where he was pointing.

“He…”, Jimin started but stopped, as he watched Yoongi shake his head sadly. He watched Yoongi’s black fluffy hair slowly get damp until it’s tips started dripping. Like the water triggered it, his lover’s beautiful skin started looking pale and gray. Yoongi’s clothes changed from the big black jumper Jimin was so used to seeing on him into the cream colored button up shirt he wore during their anniversary at the sea.

“NO!!! NO!!! NOO!!! NO!!!!” Jimin clasped his hands, covering his mouth as the realization dawned on him. He felt the air get punched out of his chest. His knees buckled, suddenly unable to support him. Seokjin was quick to catch him, as the rest of his friends stood up to kneel beside his shaking frame. But Jimin’s eyes never left Yoongi. He watched as his lover’s lips quivered, his hands balled into a fist, shaking.

“Yooongi… Yoooo… Yooong,” Jimin sobbed, his body being supported by his friend, eyes longingly locked on his lover who started looking more and more like a nightmare Jimin kept fighting off.

“Shhhh… shhhh… shhh,” he heard Hoseok try to calm him down, stroking his back. He could hear Jungkook crying, the younger boy held onto his shoulders.

“Jimin, do you remember now?” Namjoon asked.

The anniversary, the sea, the rain, the accident, the hospital, Yoongi.

He was there, Jimin thought. Yoongi was there.

Jimin’s eyes never left Yoongi, he watched as his hyung cried. But was he really crying? Jimin asked himself. Do dead men cry?

“We’ve left you alone with this for too long, Jimin. And we’re sorry,” Namjoon admitted heavily, head resting on the crying boy’s arm.

“Taetae called and said you have still been ordering for two,” Seokjin explained, his voice laced with tears he has been holding back. “It’s been three months, Jimin. You need to let him go.”

Jimin’s eyes widened, looking straight at Yoongi’s eyes that showed a mixture of fear and sadness.

“Jimin, you told us that the one’s left behind should let the one’s leaving go in peace, remember?” Namjoon urged, his hands holding onto Jimin’s.

“Yoongi, we miss you buddy!” Namjoons shouted out. “But we will take care of him, okay? Trust us. We will take care of him.”

“Hyung?” Jimin heard Jungkook say between sobs. “I miss you so much! But… but… I… want you to find… peace, hyung. Please.”

Jimin watched Yoongi’s expression calm down with a slight smile. The dripping from his hair stopped, color coming back to his skin, but his whole appearance seemed fainter.

Yoongi titled his said as if asking him something, eyebrows furrowed. Jimin reached his hands out, and Yoongi matched his, but their fingers never touched. With much difficulty and hesitation, Jimin put down his hand, closed his eyes and nodded, looking back at Yoongi longingly.

I love you, Yoongi mouthed.

The dead don’t talk, Jimin never understood why and for the first time he wished that they did.

“I love you too, Yoongi,” Jimin whispered, lips quivering, breathing staggered.

The light shone bright from the window and a faint breeze lifted the curtains, then… Yoongi was gone.


Lyrical inspiration:

It’s like a wind that gently strokes me
It’s like a dust that gently drifts along
You’re there but for some reason, I can’t reach you, stop
You, who’s like a dream is a butterfly high to me

Note: If the story AU seems familiar, it’s because I based it from Dean Koontz’s Odd Thomas

I hope you liked it!


Genre: Angst

Pair: Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1905

Summary: In which Yoongi gets drunk and asks for you.

Originally posted by talk-me-down-troye

It had been two months since I last saw him. Two months since he broke up with me under the pretense that I was too innocent and he, for some reason, would only ruin my life if he stayed with me. It had hurt. I had cried. I had questioned and wondered why he had even bothered to initiate the relationship if this was the outcome. I wondered if every pretty thing he said to me was a lie and if he ever even cared for me at all. I drank too much. I went out when I shouldn’t have. I let my life get out of control.

But then, one day, it stopped.

The pain disappeared; he didn’t frequent my thoughts. I could go a whole day without thinking about him or wondering what he was doing and if he missed me. I had stopped missing him. Life moved on. I was happy.

Then in the middle of my night shift at the book store, I had gotten a text.

It was from his best friend and the message, at first, made my entire body go numb.

He’s been drunk for hours; we can’t get him off the floor. He keeps asking for you

I debated responding, wondering if I was only hurting myself if I decided to go. But the second text made up my mind for me.

Please. He’s been a mess for months. He needs to see you.

The easier task was figuring out where he was. Outside his favorite bar not too far from where I worked. Getting myself out of my work’s parking lot was the harder task. My hands gripped the steering wheel until my joints hurt; my engine running but my foot firmly placed on the floor of my car. I hadn’t cried yet but my heart jackhammered inside my chest. I felt like I was going to be sick.

Fifteen minutes later I found myself on the familiar road leading up to the bar. The parking lot was almost empty even though it was only 11 at night and I found the three bodies huddled together over a lump on the floor almost as soon as I pulled in. At some point he had probably been resting against his friends’ car but now it seemed he just wanted to lie down.

I pulled up into the spot next to them and killed my engine still wondering if what I was doing was the right thing. I knew it wasn’t going to work out well for me no matter how the night turned out. He was drunk, I no doubt would cry, and nothing would really get resolved.

Still, I got out of my car.

His friends greeted me with troubled expressions as I slowly walked up to their group but I couldn’t even look at them when I saw him. He was a ruined mess, drunkenly passed out on the gravel of the parking lot. It was a pathetic sight but it still hurt to see him so destroyed.

“How long has he been like this?” I managed to ask.

The eldest of their group scratched his head. “He’s been drunk all day but he passed out about ten minutes ago. The bar called us to come get him and we made it this far but then he just…gave up.”

I listened to his words while watching the face of the man who broke my heart. If I was vengeful, I would laugh and walk away while wishing his friends luck. If I was petty, I may even give my unconscious ex a slap. But my heart still stuttered for him. I wasn’t over it yet.

Slowly, I crouched down next to his still body and gently ran my hand through his dark hair. He had recently dyed it black, its natural color, and it was so soft. I remembered the nights I spent running my hands through it as he slept. He said it was his favorite thing. Even now as an unconscious, drunken mess, he still quietly moaned at the sensation and ever so slightly pushed his head closer to my hand.

“Yoongi,” I whispered into his ear. He shifted a little, more groans escaping his lips as he slowly came back to consciousness. “Yoongi I need you to get up.”

“Is this a joke?” he croaked, his words slurring a bit.

I cocked my head to one side. “Is what a joke?”

“You’re not really here.” He kept his eyes firmly closed.

My hands continued to run through his hair. “I’m here, Yoongi. I need you to open your eyes.”

“Why would you be here?” he went on.

“You called for me, remember?” I tugged at the ends of his hair a little hoping that maybe some pain would cause him to grow alert.

It didn’t work. He swatted my hand away and curled further onto his side. I spared a glance to his friends and shook my head at a loss for how to get him up. Namjoon crouched down next to me and smacked his shoulder.

“Hey, we got her here because you wouldn’t shut up about it. Now she’s here and you’re ignoring her!” he raised his voice in mock anger. He was worried for his friend. I was worried, too.

“Liar!” Yoongi screamed as he shot up from his position almost knocking me and Namjoon off our feet. He glared at his friend, or tried to with droopy lids. “She wouldn’t come see me even if I was dead.”

He fell back against the car, his shoulders slumped in defeat. He either hadn’t seen me yet or assumed I was some hallucination from the alcohol because he didn’t acknowledge my presence at all. Namjoon noticed this too and anxiously looked towards me. I looked back, scared to speak. Did I want his attention? Did I want him to realize I was real? Did I have a choice?

“Stop being so dramatic,” I spoke up, “I’d at least come for the free food.”

At the sound of my voice, Yoongi’s eyes flicked towards me but the reaction died there. How drunk was he?

“Why are you haunting me?”

I was stunned by his denial.

“Yoongi, I’m right here,” I softened my voice and ran my hand through his hair again allowing it to rest at the nape of his neck, “I’m right here and I’m real. I’m not a ghost.”

“Why?” he groaned, closing his eyes again. “Why would you come after what I did to you?”

I sighed, removing my hand from his neck and rested it on my knee. It felt cold no longer touching him. “You asked for me, so I came.”

His head looped forward until it rested against his chest that rose and fell with slow, shallow breaths. It appeared as if he had fallen asleep again and I almost reached for him again when he spoke. “You’re too good for me. You don’t deserve this.”

“I’m not arguing with you there,” I replied, “but you’re drunk and passed out in a very dirty parking lot so I’m here to get you home.”

“Just leave me here. I’ll sober up eventually,” he protested.

I stifled the urge to violently roll my eyes. He was so dramatic sometimes.  

“Not taking the chance,” I huffed and rose to my feet. He watched me with eyes more alert than they were before. He was listening now. “Get up, get in the car, and I’ll take you home. Or you can sleep here and I’ll leave.”

I extended my hand and watched Yoongi wage the proposition over in his head as he stared at me. For a second it seemed like he wasn’t going to take it, but then his cool, slick fingers laced around my wrist and I hauled him to his feet. He was a bit unbalanced but refused any help from his friends. A small smile pressed into my lips as I spun on my heel and walked to my car.

Popping open the car door, I turned back to the boys and gave them a small nod. Namjoon mouthed his thanks as he trailed behind Yoongi to make sure he didn’t fall again but his steps were steadier than they probably were earlier. He managed to make it into my low car by himself and strapped himself in with no one’s help, not even mine. I stepped in and closed the door, revving the engine to life before waving a goodbye to the boys.

The drive to his apartment was quiet. He didn’t say anything, probably was trying hard not to breathe, and I spared him no words. I wanted to scream at him, wanted to punch him, wanted to desperately ask why he wanted me when he so carelessly threw me away in the first place. I wanted to blame him, to curse him, to send him straight to hell. But I bit my tongue because I knew nothing would come of it. Two months of nothing but desperately wanting answers showed me that no answers would ever come. At least not the ones I wanted. So what was the point?

We pulled up to his apartment twenty minutes later and I parked the car but didn’t turn off the engine. Yoongi was sober enough now to realize where we were but he didn’t make an effort to get out of the car or unbuckle his seat belt. I sat still waiting for him to leave.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t worry about it. You were drunk and they needed my help,” I responded.

He shook his head, “Not about tonight.”

I knew what he meant but I didn’t, couldn’t, hear him say it. If he apologized now, it would be over. Months of thinking about this moment did not prepare me for the inevitability of it and when it ended then what would I do?

All I said was “you’re home now.”

He still didn’t move.

“I wanted to make sure you were ok.” His confession didn’t shock me but it did sting. Now he cared.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” I harshly asked.

He sighed and lowered his head into his hands, “I didn’t want to ruin you. I pushed you away so I wouldn’t ruin you. I’m fucked up and you’re so—“

“Don’t,” I cut him off, “Don’t you dare say it.” He looked up in surprise but the floodgates had opened and I couldn’t stop myself. “That word has haunted me for months. Months, Yoongi. Everything I did, all the things I loved, even the way I dressed reminded me of that damn word. That damn excuse. You wanted out, but you were too much of a coward to admit it, so you made yourself a villain and put me on a fucking pedestal. Untouchable. You have no idea what that did to me.”  

“I’m so—“

“I don’t care,” I snapped, the anger bubbling to the surface. “You didn’t ruin me, Yoongi, you aren’t powerful enough. But don’t ever call me that again.”

He sat in stunned silence, or drunken confusion, and all I wanted was to be rid of him. I was done. I wanted this chapter of my life closed. I unlocked the door. “Get out.”

For once in his life, he listened to me.

anonymous asked:

For the dialogue list, could you please do 97 - I almost lost you, with Jughead x reader? I love your blog, thank you :))

97. “I almost lost you.” (w/ Jughead)


“What were you thinking ?” Jughead nearly screamed as you walked into the Blue & Gold office.

“Well hello to you too Juggie,” you greeted happily, big smile on your face.

“(Y/N), I’m serious,” Jughead said, exasperated.

“Hello serious. Nice to meet you, I’m (Y/N),” you cheekily replied, causing Jughead to groan.

Betty chose that moment to walk in, immediately noticing the tense atmosphere. “Woah, what’s going on in here?”

“(Y/N)’s stupidity came out in full force last night,” Jughead said. Betty frowned as she noticed the smile slipping off of your face.

“Jug, I was just-” you began, getting interrupted by the beanie-clad boy.

“Just what (Y/N)? Trying to help? Because you weren’t. No, if anything, your stupidity nearly ruined the whole thing!” Jughead yelled.

Blinking back tears, you gathered up your things and ran out of the office, leaving a shocked Betty and a slightly-less-angry Jughead behind.

You had skipped the rest of the school day, choosing to go home instead. You wallowed in your sadness. You couldn’t believe that’s what Jughead thought about you.

Hearing the doorbell ring, you got up to open the door, only to be met with an apologetic Jughead. You silently stepped aside, knowing that he would just come in anyways.

“Listen,” he began. “I’m sorry about what happened earlier.”

“No worries Jug,” you mumbled. “You won’t have to worry about me anymore. I’m quitting the Blue & Gold.”

Jughead’s jaw dropped. The Blue & Gold meant everything to you. “(Y/N) no, you don’t have to quit.”

“Yes, I do Jughead!” you cried out. “I’m nothing but a nuisance. All I’m going to do is hold back the investigation. You said so yourself.”

“I almost lost you (Y/N),” Jughead whispered. “I’m sorry I got mad but I almost lost you. When we got separated last night and I found you unconscious, I couldn’t live wth myself if something happened to you and I couldn’t protect you.”

“You don’t have to protect me Jug,” you said softly.

“Yes I do,” he protested. “I’m in love with you (Y/N). I can’t lose you.”

You stepped closer to Jughead, embracing him and pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “I’m in love with you too Jug.”

“You’ll never lose me. I promise.”

It would be a week later when the whole town would once again be gathered on the bank of Sweetwater River, awaiting the news that a young high school student had been found dead, all because she had been investigating Jason Blossom’s murder and had gotten too close to the truth.

All Jughead could think about was the fact that you had broken your promise.


(WHOOPS. My bad about the ending.)

Taemin loves chocolate

   I was at SHINee world in LA this past weekend and it was BOMB!! I managed to get pit tickets for me and my best friend. My bias is Minho and WE HAD A CONNECTION (or so I want to believe lmao) he smiled at me and I almost cried xD but that night I couldn’t help but focus on taemin GIRL he had eyes for one of the girls in the row in front of me

She was wearing a black or grey? dress with flowers and a black beret and I found her in the #shineeworldinla tag on instagram HE EVEN HELD HIS HAND OUT FOR HER TO BLOW A KISS AT HIM AFTER JONG DADDY BLEW A KISS TO THE AUDIENCE. Me and my friend both noticed he was feeling her the whole night! Taemin also came to the end of the stage to pose for a different older female black fan who was feeling him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just for her! Needless to say, he may be down with the swirl. Now I just need Minho to do the same. xD

Eric’s Letter (Eric X Fox)

Rating: M

Genre: Drama/Angst

****Trigger Warnings ****THIS ONE IS DARK****

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A huge thank you to my beta and Jai-sister @iammarylastar ! Quelle equipe!


                                   This one might make you cry!


My love,

It’s peaceful here, where I sit, writing this to you. It gives me the time and silence to remember.

I first saw you on Choosing Day, while I waited on the roof for the new initiates. Even then you stood out to me, with your fiery red hair, the way you held your head up, watching everyone, sizing up the competition. Your body drew me in too, curves in all the right places, a shapely ass that begged my hands to cup it; full, pouty lips I couldn’t wait to taste. Fuck baby, I loved you right from the beginning.

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What If

Summary: When Bucky finds out he’s going to be a father, he fears he may unintentionally hurt the baby.
Reader Gender: Female
Character: Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1,205
Warnings: Daddy Bucky feels
Author’s Note: If a URL is crossed out, it’s only because Tumblr is dumb and won’t let me tag everyone. Fic based off this fan art. If you know who created it, please let me know. It’s adorable and I frigging love it!

It was never of a question of Bucky wanting kids, he did. He loved everything about them; the richness of their laugh, the sparkle in their eyes, the indescribable scent on the top of their head. He couldn’t wait to have a few of them running around. But that was then, before the war and the super soldier serum, before he was an assassin under HYDRA’s control.

And then Y/N came along, bright-eyed, loving, and optimistic. She accepted him for who he was, metal arm and all. She made him feel safe and secure, like a human being and not someone… something to be used for an evil agenda. Despite all of that, Bucky didn’t feel exactly like he did before everything happened. So when Y/N told him she was pregnant, Bucky panicked. What if something happened and he ended up hurting the baby? What if he lost control of his arm and ended up doing more than just harming the child? It was enough to drive a sane man crazy.

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anonymous asked:

Literally my worst fear happened yesterday. I worked pm shift at the hotel and the night auditor called off, as literally the only other person who knows how to do audit, I had to stay. I left at 6am instead of the normal 7, so a 15 hour shift, and NA was slow, but the afternoon was stressful AF and I almost cried when I found out I would have to stay, after crying earlier about the stress.

spirited away pegoryu au: sneak peek

“You’re freaking me out,” Ryuji told him, his eyebrows creasing. “What the hell is going on?”

The boy turned back to him, pushing him gently off the bridge. “You need to leave,” He told Ryuji. “Get back to the river, quickly! Be glad that I was the one who found you here.”

“I don’t understand!” Ryuji cried in frustration, feeling almost hysterical as he stared at the boy in front of him, his black hair moving gently in the breeze. “It was midday only a few minutes ago, and now it’s night, why is it getting dark? I just came here with my mum, man, is this some kind of prank?” He asked.

The boy’s eyes widened, pausing. “Your mother?” He asked before he pushed Ryuji harder, causing him to almost stumble over from the force of it. “Go, find your mother and get back to the river. Cross before it’s too late. You have to trust me; can you do that for me?” he asked. “Can you trust me?”

Ryuji didn’t know why but he found himself nodding. “Yeah,” he agreed, his mouth dry. “I trust you.” There was something about the boy that was oddly familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on what it was exactly.

The boy nodded and turned back to the bathhouse. “Go, I’ll distract them.”

Ryuji was so terrified he forgot to ask what the boy meant by ‘them’ and sprinted down the stairs as quick as he could, his feet smacking on the cobblestones and lanterns lighting magically behind him as he turned the corner onto the street filled with restaurants and began the frantic search for his mother. He found her sitting on one the stools of a restaurant and he shook her shoulder quickly, tugging on the back of her denim jacket.

“Ma, we gotta go, come on!” Ryuji urged her, his voice panicked. She seemed to ignore him as she shoved her face into a plate of food. “Ma, please! We need to go, stop eating!” He cried, and as Yui turned to him he was very suddenly aware that she didn’t smell like lavender anymore.

an excerpt from, ‘the midsummer light at your shoulder: a pegoryu spirited away au | by cherry/cherrykirsch

Speak Now World Tour

When we got there we went straight to the bathroom and cried in excitement

We were just babies and we got to have the most magical night dancing and singing like never before.

The Red Tour

We almost didn’t get tickets but I found some online and surprised her with them when we graduated hs together. We didn’t even make it to the venue before we started crying.

1989 Tour

One of the best nights I had that year. It was such a rough year for me and this concert just took it all away for a while. We were crying of excitement the entire week leading up to this day.

Reputation Tour

Ive got a blank space and I can’t wait to see what this Tour brings ! @taylorswift

Kill the boy, Jon Snow...

Sam was reading about the White Walkers again. He did not know how long it had been since last he’d slept. 

One more folio, just one more. One more page, then I’ll go up and rest and get a bite to eat. But there was always another page after that one, and another after…

He had to leave now.

“Samwell,” said the glum voice of Dolorous Edd “I was coming to fetch you. I was told to bring you to the Lord Commander.”

“Jon wants to see me?”

“As soon as he is done with the Wildling girl.“

"Gilly.” Sam left his friends and made his way toward Jon Snow’s chambers.

Gilly was leaving as he arrived


“What’s wrong? How are the babes?”

Gilly pulled loose from him. “They’re good, Sam. Good.”

“Between the two of them it’s a wonder you can sleep. Which one was it that I heard crying last night? I thought he’d never stop.”

“The little prince. Mine … mine hardly ever cries.” Her eyes filled with tears. "I have to go. It’s past time that I fed them.” Gilly rushed out and he entered Jon’s chamber.

“Sam. Good You’re here” Jon said.

"I saw Gilly leaving. She was almost crying.”

“I am sending Gilly away.”

“Oh.” Sam bobbed his head. “Well, that’s … that’s good. It would be the best thing for her, to go somewhere warm and safe.”

"Have you found anything about the White Walkers in your books?”

"Not yet, my lord, but it may be that I’ve just been reading the wrong books. There are hundreds I have not looked at yet. Give me more time.”

“There is no more time.” Jon sounded sad. “You need to get your things together, Sam. You’re going with Gilly.”


“To Oldtown with old Maester Aemon

“But he is one hundred and two years old…”

“His life will be at risk. I am aware of that, Sam, but the risk is greater here. King Stannis knows who Aemon is. If the red woman requires his royal blood for her spells …”

“Oh.” Sam paled. “But you need me here.”

“Sam, the Night’s Watch has hundreds of men who can loose an arrow, but only a handful who can read or write. I need you to become my new maester. Study at the Citadel"

“Study…the Citadel …they make you cut up corpses there.”

“Maester Aemon is old and blind. His strength is leaving him. Who will take his place when he dies? You’ll go to the Citadel and forge a chain, and if you have to cut up corpses, so be it.”

The next morning, Sam, Gilly and old Aemon Targaryen had to leave.

  Gilly looked frightened and timid when she whispered something to Jon

There was some promise he had to make. Sam didn’t understand.

And then the old, blind Aemon looked up to Jon.

“Allow me to give my lord one last piece of counsel, the same counsel that I once gave my brother when we parted for the last time. Kill the boy, Jon Snow. Winter is almost upon us. Kill the boy and let the man be born.”

A Feast for Crows Chapter 5 (Samwell I) - abridged


“Imagine: you’re about to finally get married to the woman you love but instead of being excited you’re panicking to your best man”

Inspired by Sick of Losing Soulmates by Dodie

warnings: this was so gross and happy okay i barely ever do this anymore. also there is a lot of dialogue between other characters!

[i do not own the gif above!]


With your breath caught in your throat and the expensive material of your outfit clinging your back, your were hardly ready to just waltz out there. Ten minutes.

All you had was ten minutes to pull yourself together.

Your eyes were focused on the almost blinding white material of the tent you had gotten ready in. Brooke was staring at you and chewing on one of her manicured nails, even tugging her grey dress down as if she didn’t know what to do with her hands. Audrey and you had decided to share bridesmaids, none specific to either of you as you loved all of them. But you did both have a best man to walk you down the isle. Neither of your father’s were present, but that was okay. At least Audrey’s father had let you eat dinner there once in a while. He was coming around you, Audrey had told you that she was never sure about anything with her father, but she did know he loved you both.

“Stavo will be back in a minute, he was just trying to find Noah to see how Audrey’s doing.” Brooke sounded slightly unsure and kissed your cheek quickly before running off, probably to find her on and off again boyfriend; your best friend. The funny thing about Stavo and Brooke was that they never seemed to realize how in love they were until they were apart.

One day they would figure it out; you were sure of it.

With Brooke off on a hunt for her boyfriend and Audrey and Noah getting ready not so far from you, you realized how quickly everything had happened. One day you had been pacing outside of a jewelry store and a month later you were bothering Foster.

Noah Foster. You chewed on your lip and let your mind drift to when you had spoken to Foster for the first time about marrying Audrey.


“I have a ring. But you’re her best friend, you’ve been there for everything with her. While you guys faced the murders I wasn’t there for her. So I need your blessing, Foster.”

“You make it sound like leaving was your choice. I was here because I had to be, Audrey and I have both told you that.”

“I should have fought though. I shouldn’t have let my father drag me away. He wasn’t just worried that I would end up like my brother and he’d lose another kid. He was worried of being blamed for it. He was a coward. And I should have fought to stay.”

“Y/N, what if you had of stayed and gotten hurt? What if you had been slaughtered like Will? Did you want to end up like your brother? Because you wouldn’t be here today, shaking like I’m about to kick your puppy and asking me if you’re allowed to marry Audrey. And just so you know, I’ve never been more excited for a wedding in my whole life.”

“Thank you for being her friend, Foster. Sometimes I wonder if she even deserves a friend like you.”

“She does. Well, now at least. She earned it. She just had to kidnap me once or twice and almost have me killed before she realized that.”

“Right… Forgot about that actually. She’s lucky to have us both I guess. And we’re lucky to have her. I can’t believe I’m going to finally ask her.”


Stack came bounding into the tent and almost had the whole thing crashing down before he steadied himself. You took one look at him and almost cried at the sight of your best friend and a freshly printed comic book in hand. Of course he had a graphic novel or comic with him, when did he not? But one look at the cover told you this was a special one.

“I had to unwrap a gift or two but I found something that will help you out I think. I just finished it last night. I think it’s my best work yet.”

His voice was soothing and slightly out of breath and you were reminded that Stavo was your Noah. He was the one that always had your back and knew how to help. Ironically, he was also the reason you had met Audrey. He’d warned you off her when you came back to Lakewood for your senior year of high school. Telling you that she wasn’t a bad person but she wasn’t “girlfriend material”. But college came and everyone changed, leading to Stavo and Audrey becoming friends.

“You made me a comic book?” You voice wavered slightly and he seemed to beam at you, clearly pleased that you were no longer panicking.

He gestured for you to read it and you quickly opened the first page after smiling softly at the cover. It was a drawing of you in your wedding attire, holding Audrey’s hand. You flipped through the pages and read a story about a disastrous wedding in which nothing was going as planned. Your character wound up running off with Stavo’s character in tow and living in a a shack in the woods on the edge of Lakewood forever. Two spinsters making crafts and drawing graphic novels for the rest of their days.

“See? You have to get married today or you’ll be stuck with me forever.”

You began to laugh uncontrollably and Brooke had to carefully wipe tears from your eyes so your light amount of make up wouldn’t smudge. This was why Stavo was your friend, he made you forget your insecurities and fears with a bunch of terrible jokes. He was also the most loyal person you had ever met.

“While that isn’t the worst thing in the world, the only person I really want to be stuck with forever is Audrey,” you said softly, grabbing Stavo’s hand and squeezing tightly. He helped you stand up and stay steady before kissing your forehead. You could do this, especially with your best friend by your side. “Oh, did you ever get to Noah?”

Stavo tugged at the collar of his navy blue suit and looked away. “Yeah, he’s just dealing with Audrey.”

Dealing with?” Suddenly you were feeling insanely nervous again, wondering if Audrey was planning on bolting. What if she wouldn’t go through with it? Maybe you weren’t the only one terrified.

“Relax, she’s not going to run. She was freaking out about her hair and so Noah and I grabbed your presents to help distract you.”

The wind started to pick up outside and you found yourself walking quicker but begging yourself to slow down. You were terrified of a million things in that moment. What if you went into the barn and Audrey didn’t show up? What if the wedding was perfect and you somehow ruined it by stuttering or saying the wrong thing? The two of you were headed for the huge rustic barn that was designed for events like weddings. It was perfect for Audrey and you but suddenly it was looming and daunting all at once.

Stavo stopped walking and grabbed your shoulders, forcing you to meet his gaze. “You can do this. I know you, Y/N. This day has been fated since you and Audrey had that stupid argument about eighties romance movies at your first college party.”

You giggled and bit your lip absentmindedly, remembering that dreadful party. Nothing stuck in your mind more than the end of your iconic ‘fight’.

You had another argument prepared on how Say Anything was anything but tacky, your mouth open and your eyes holding a furious glint. Audrey had taken your hand, sending a sort of shock through your entire body. Your brow had been furrowed in confusion and Audrey had leaned in slowly, making it hard for you to continue breathing. “This party is pretty gay, any chance you want to get out of here?”

Stavo didn’t notice your moment of reminiscing and continued his little speech. “If any couple is ever going to work out, it’s you two. If you weren’t ready, would you be here now? Look at Brooke and I; just because we aren’t married doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. But if we were ready, we would be.”

You felt your head moving up and down in a nod and tried to let his words sink in. He was right, if it wasn’t supposed to happen, you wouldn’t have let it. Some people spent their lives being married when it wasn’t supposed to be, but you knew that you and Audrey would only do it if you meant it.

And you did.

You couldn’t imagine a life without her curled up next to you, her bangs constantly covering her gorgeous eyes that seemed to do nothing but adore you and her hand clasped in your’s. That was the kind of future you wanted.

All you had to do was take it.


It was a completely unexplainable experience, watching her walk down the aisle towards you after you yourself had just come stumbling down it. She was far more graceful than you were, Noah’s arm wrapped around hers and a goofy grin on his still-childish face. But even through the surprising grace, her entire body was illuminated with a halo of fear mixed with excitement. Any fear of her running away was dismissed as you watched her.

Her black suit was trimmed and fit perfectly on her body, hugging her curves like a glove and sending a small rush down your spine. Just because it wasn’t the time didn’t mean you wouldn’t take a second to appreciate how gorgeous she was.

How had you ever gotten so lucky?

Your mind seemed to numb when she was finally right in front of you. It really did feel like just the two of you there at that moment, as if no one was watching the two of you as closely as they were. How was it possible that everything could melt away like that? All you could feel was a bundle of nerves in your stomach and the weight of Audrey’s gaze.

For a moment everything was silent, the wedding officiate taking a moment to start the official wedding. In a moment you would be saying your vows and finally marrying the woman you loved more than anyone in the world.

But for a split second, you were just a stunning, but nervous, wreck of young adult, standing across from a girl and completely open to the future.

Audrey surprised you by taking both of your hands in hers and leaning in closely. It seemed like she was going in for a kiss, her lips parted, until she cracked a small smile. Her eyes were practically glowing and you swore that she had never looked happier. You worried about how you looked. Did you looked too nervous, too sweaty, too unsure?

“Hey, this wedding is pretty gay. Any chance you want to get out of here?” she whispered with a glint of amusement in her eyes.

You pursed your lips and did everything in your power not to laugh and break the silence in the barn. With close to hundreds of eyes on you, you weren’t confident in your ability to recover from any embarrassment.

“Oh gosh, are they here for a gay wedding? What if they find out we’re just here for the champagne?” you responded in a hushed voice. Audrey grinned and her hands gripped yours even tighter. She was stopping your hands from shaking and warming them at the same time, giving you something else to focus on. She knew you too well.

“I guess we’ll have to be pretty convincing.”

Before the wedding had even officially began, Audrey lips were against yours and the entire world was void of anything but the two of you. There was no one watching, no one waiting for declarations of love or perfect hallmark card material.

There was just the soft tug of her lips and a subtle taste of cherry candy and your favourite mint gum.

Reality came crashing back when she gently pulled away and you had never felt more ready for anything in your life. This was it. You were going to finally commit to someone for the rest of your life in front of everyone else the two of you loved and appreciated. It was thrilling and scary and beautiful all at once.

Your ears finally caught the joyful sound of clapping at the surprise kiss and before glancing at the crowd of friends and family, you leaned back into Audrey one more time.

“That kiss was pretty gay, think we might stay for a while?”

“Always,” she whispered back.

The Demon Next Door CH 2

Days, weeks, and months passed since the first night. Ten drew me in countless times and every time, I would want him more and more. As soon as it was over, however, I felt horrible. I was tired. Tired of being his.

About 2 months after he claimed me as his, I started to have nightmares. I saw the same place every night. It was dark, engulfed in flames. I almost always found myself in a building looking outwards at the devastation. Death. It was everywhere. It was driving me insane. This had to stop.

It was 3 in the morning on a quiet night when I woke up with a start. I was in cold sweat and my breathing was heavy. It seemed as if this was the hundredth time I had dreamt this dream. I couldnt take it anymore. Without a second thought, I found myself running out to Ten’s house. I frantically knocked on his door.
“Ten!” I cried. “Open the door!” Not moments, later he was before me.
“Wow, I didnt even have to call you over this time” He ran a hand through his hair and yawned.
“I cant do this anymore” I stared him down.
“I dont recall you having a choice,” Ten snickered.
“TEN IM SERIOUS!” I yelled. Ten noticed my tone and his expression faltered. He quickly pulled me inside and closed the door.
“What are you doing?!” I pulled my arm away.
“Do you want to wake up the whole neighborhood?” Ten asked. I sighed and shook my head. “Now what’s with this all of a sudden?”
“I dont want to do this anymore” I spat out.
“Like I told you before, you dont have a say” Ten put his hands in his sweatpant pockets. I glared up at him.
“Ten, I CANT do this. I feel like Im dying,” I said through gritted teeth.
“Really?” Ten suddenly pushed me against the wall. He lowered his head so that his lips were hovering over my neck. “Because when you scream my name, you sound more alive than ever” He kissed my neck, causing me to shudder. I pushed him away quickly before I gave in again. He stared at me with his red eyes and I shrunk down.
“Stop doing that” I mumbled. “I see enough red when I sleep”
“What?” He raised a brow. His voice was more authoritative and I was a bit too startled to reply. “What do you mean?”
“I-Ive been having nightmares” I looked up at him. Its been a month and i feel like Im going crazy..I-I Ten I cant do this"
“What do you see?” Ten asked, grabbing both my wrists. He seemed alot more serious than he usually was.
“I…I see death…in this place thats full of fire and monsters….Im always stuck in a black building looking out at everyone suffering..” I looked up at Ten. His eyes were red again but as soon as his gaze caught mine, they turned brown again.
“This isnt good” Ten let go of me, “Youre connected.”
“Im what?” I was confused. What did he mean by connected?
“Do you love me?” He blurted.
“No,” I immediately said. “Why do yo-”
“Have you met any other demon?” Ten asked.
“No, Ten what-” I started.
“When was the last time you-” Ten began.
It was my turn to interrupt him.
“Ten!” I exclaimed, causing him to stop. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!” Ten’s expression became stern.

“I think youre pregnant”

My eyes widened and I stumbled back against the door.
“But you said there was no chance…” I stared up at him.
“No. I said there was less than a 1% chance” Ten corrected.
“Ten dont fuck with me!” I cried.
“Im sorry” He looked down.

I had to get out of there. I turned around to open the door but it suddenly clicked closed. I still tried to open it, pulling frantically. I was getting hysterical and fell to my knees. I was sobbing now.
“Let me go,”
“I cant”
“I want to leave”
“You cant”

“Why?!” I screamed.
“They’re coming after you,” Ten grimly stated. I looked up him through watery eyes.
“Who,” I questioned.
“The supreme,” Ten responded. “They deal with important affairs next to the king and queen of the underworld.”
“Why would they care? You said plenty of demons go out and capture women. This cant be so uncommon if its happening to us” I hysterically stated.
“First, this is extremely uncommon and second, not all demons are heir to the throne,” Ten knelt down to get at my eyelevel. I stared at him in disbelief for I couldnt find the words to say. “They’re going to kill you” I felt my heart drop and my thoughts clouded my judgement. I lurched forward so that Ten was on the ground and i was above him.
“Why couldnt you just leave me alone!” I screamed and hit his chest. Ten did nothing to stop me and let me continue hitting him until I was too tired to do anything. Thats when he sat up.
“Theres another way,” His hands caught mine, locking them in place. I looked into his red-again eyes and waited for him to continue. “I have to mark you”
“M-Mark me? I shook at the possibilities of what he had to do to ‘mark me’.
"In order for a demon to stay with a human forever, he or she must mark them. Once this has happened, that human can not be targeted by other demons but the one who marked them can’t return home either” He explained.
“F-forever?” That word stuck with me.
“We’ll never separate,” Ten’s eyes became brown again. “Now whats your choice?”
“I actually have a choice?” I stared straight at him.
“Marking has to be consensual or it can not occur” Ten nodded. “So whats it going to be ___. Death by surpreme or eternity with me and our child”


I glanced down at my stomach. There was a baby in me. What would it become? Could I love it?

“___,” Ten brought me back from the trance. “ I wouldnt be surprised if the Surpreme already caught wind of our intetions so I need an answer.” Thousands of thought flew through my mind before the answer was clear.

“Mark me.”

I thought I saw Ten smile but I couldnt be sure. He lifted me up so I was standing and led me to a black door. He opened it and pulled me inside. We were walking into a basement of some sort but unlike normal basements, this one had a giant black, wooden table in the middle. Ten let go of me and started to rummage through one of the many cabinets in the room. He pulled out a round container filled with a red substance before making his way to the table. He popped off the cap and took the liquid onto his fingers. I watched as he wrote something in unreadable letters across the table. Once finished, Ten ushered me over to him. He grabbed my arm and drew a symbol over it before doing the same to himself.
“It’s ready” Ten’s eyes began to glow again as he started to recite some kind of ritual. His eyes locked themselves onto mine and I couldnt look away.

His words suddenly stopped after a few moments. I noticed that our symbols were now glowing along with the message on the table.
“Ten…” his name softly rolled off my tongue.
“We’re almost done,” Ten reached up to touch my face. Slowly, he inched forward until his lips were on mine. This kiss was different from all the others. It was soft and gentle. I found myself melting into it and my hands reached out to grab Ten’s arms. But then suddenly, it felt off. I tried to pull away from Ten but he held me tightly. Something pushed itself inside me, like a spirit. I couldnt move as i felt it move all through my body before settling into my bones.

Ten pulled away, looking down at my shaken being.
“Its done,” he sighed.
“What…was..” my hands let go of him.
“The demonic root.” Ten stated. “ its an entity that each demon male is born with it and once he finds the person he must be with, he transfers it over, making that person his forever. The entity protects the beholder but its only as strong as the one it was tranferred from.”
“Then what about you? W-whos protecting you now?” I questioned.
“No one. But to be honest, I never needed that thing. Im strong enough with out it,” Ten responded. I nodded at his words.
“What now…” I mumbled.
“I dont know…” Ten sighed.

MOON TAEIL; as your boyfriend

  • you was late for work and was worried that you’ll be fired today bcs was the 3rd time that you woke up late that week
  • well, actually this come true and when you was coming back home with all your package wondering why life plays with you all the time
  • you felt the ground on your face one second before that and when you was ready to curse the person responsable for that
  •  your eyes met his 

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anonymous asked:

Fallout 3 companions reacting to accidentally overhearing lone practicing proposing to them and getting frustrated with their self (cause I'm a freaking sucker for romance)

Aaaa this is so cute!! Thank you!!

Butch: “Butch, you make me so happy and I wanna marry you….” He heard them whispering behind a closed door. Were his ears deceiving him? Did Lone really wanna marry him? He listened some more before he would go in. “No, no! That’s not right!” They sounded frustrated and on the verge of tears. Butch opened the door softly and tip-toed in. Lone gasped and looked at him, tears falling down their face. “Butch?” They looked embarrassed. “Hey, I couldn’t help but overhear your smooth voice…” he softly said, pulling them to him. “I…I…” they choked out. “Hey, it’s ok,” Butch whispered, wiping their face, “I’d love to marry you.” He gently kissed their lips. “Let’s talk.”

Charon: Charon walked by Lone’s bedroom in her Megaton house, stopping when he heard her whisper his name. “Charon, I wanna marry you… but I know you will say no…” he heard them mutter. What? They wanted to marry him? A ghoul? He couldn’t believe it. But why did they think he would say no? It must be because he’s not openly affectionate. But hearing them cry made him want to hold them, so he rushed into their room and grabbed their hands. “Shh, shh…” he whispered, gently pushing his nonexistent lips to their forehead. “I’d say yes if you asked me.” They gasped. “Really?” They stuttered. He nodded. “Oh… well, wanna get married?” He chuckled and nodded his head, pulling them into a kiss.

Clover: Why does she hear Lone talking about her? If they didn’t like her, why didn’t they just come out and say it? She busted into Lone’s door angrily, but before she could speak, she saw a ring in Lone’s hand. “Is that…” she couldn’t finish her sentence because Lone gasped embarrassingly. “Ah! Um, do you need something?” They hid the ring behind their back. “What’s that ring for, sugar?” Clover smirked, stepping closer. “I, uh, was gonna propose..” Lone muttered. “Aww, well do it then.” Clover sat on Lone’s lap. “Will you marry me, Clover?” They asked. She squealed, screaming “Yes! Yes!” and kissed them passionately.

Fawkes: “Are you okay?” He asked loudly, knocking on Lone’s door after hearing them cry. They didn’t answer, so he barged in. Lone was sobbing in the corner of their room. “What’s wrong?” Fawkes asked, gently picking them up. “Super Mutants don’t get married, do they?” Lone choked out. “Rarely.” Was Fawkes’ answer. Lone held up a ring they obviously stretched out to fit his big fingers. Suddenly Fawkes understood. “I’ll marry you,” he whispered. “But do you want to?” They cried. “You’re the only person I’m friends with and I care for you and I want you to care for me.” He kissed their forehead the best he could. Lone gently picked up his left hand and slid the ring on, satisfied that it worked. Lone then kissed Fawkes, and Fawkes kissed back.

Jericho: Jericho heard Lone crying one night in Megaton. He found them on top of their house, muttering things to theirself. “You okay, kid?” He called up to them. They gasped and almost fell off their house. “Um, hi, Jericho! Fancy meeting you here!” They blurted nervously. He saw something in their hands. Paper? Why? “What ya got?” He asked, gesturing to the paper. They looked mortified and tried to hide it. “Come on, kid,” he said, “don’t make me come up there.” They stuck their tongue out playfully and shook their head no. “Alright.” Jericho grunted, climbing up to them. Their eyes widened, they knew he wasn’t giving up. “Show me,” he smirked, sitting next to them. They huffed and handed the paper to them. It was a poem. It was a love poem. To him. Jericho stared at it and couldn’t help the warmth coming up his cheeks. “D'awww, come ‘ere,” He wrapped his arm around them and kissed their forehead. “The answer is yes.”

Sergeant RL-3: “Are you okay, madame?” He called through the door of the bathroom. “Need any assistance?” He heard Lone chuckle from behind the door, so he thought they must be okay and opened the door. Sergeant found them making bracelets on the floor. “What are you doing?” He asked curiously. They stood up and grabbed one of his claws nervously. “Marry me?” They asked slyly. “I’m a robot. Are you sure a robot will satisfy you?” He inquired. They nodded their head yes. “I guess my answer is yes, then.” They grinned and put the bracelets on his three claws and smooched his surface.

Star Paladin Cross: “Are you alright?” She found them in the Citadel, pacing and muttering something. They looked up at her and smiled. “I’m just thinking.” Cross raised her brow. “About what?” That’s when Lone froze. “W-well, uh, how to ask the m-most coolest Pa-Paladin to marry m-me…” They murmured, hoping she didn’t hear. “Of course I’ll marry you!” Cross exclaimed, hugging them tightly. Lone laughed and kissed her.

Who says you can’t go home (chapter 4)

Sorry guys, I know I took my time with this chapter (mostly because I was distracted writing other stuff) but I’m not abandoning Bucky and Jess.

Story: Jess meets the mysterious Bucky at the homeless shelter where she volunteers and he saves her from an attacker, but is she really safe with Bucky?
This chapter: After spending the night with Bucky Jess finds Steve on her doorstep. And she finally learns a bit more about the Winter Soldier.

Word count: 2135

18+ NSFW theres a little bit of smut in this one but it’s not very explicit, it’s mostly angst and fluff.


Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3


Who says you can’t go home (chapter 4)

‘Is he here?’

Jess tried to close the door but he already had his foot in the doorway to stop her.

‘Is Bucky here?’ Steve asked again.

‘I’m not letting you in,’ she tried to hold the door but he was much stronger than her and only holding back because he didn’t want to hurt her.

‘Someone tipped me off that I might find him here.’

‘I’m not letting Shield take him,’ Jess insisted.

‘I don’t work for Shield.’

She looked at him in disbelief,‘ I know who you are, captain America, you’re the poster boy for the Avengers, how do you not work for Shield?’

He gave her a little smile and shook his head.

‘I don’t work for Shield anymore, listen, I understand you’re hesitant, but you can trust me. Bucky is my friend.’

Jess looked at him, she didn’t know much about Steve Rogers, only that he was part of the Avengers and many considered him a hero, the ultimate good guy, a man you could trust.
His honest and kind eyes told her the same thing.

She let out a deep sigh and opened the door to let him step inside,’ Please don’t make me regret this.’

Steve followed her inside through the kitchen but when they came closer to the bed they found it completely empty, sheets pushed down to the side and the window next to it completely open.

‘Shit,’ Steve sighed.

‘Bucky’s a friend, huh? Then why did he run?’ she crossed her arms and looked at him, waiting for an answer.

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