i avoided cursing did you see that

this is goodbye.- h.s imagine

Originally posted by harrysimpact

this is the third and final part of my little mini series! thank you guys so much for reading! 

you can find part 1 here and part 2 here

After two months of constantly trying to get in contact with Harry, Y/N thought this was his way of saying goodbye. As Y/N was placing pictures of her and Harry into a box, she laughed to herself. Only for a break, he said. This is a way to bring us closer together again. You sighed and put the box filled with memories of Harry down onto your desk. After accepting defeat that Harry was going his own way and pursuing his dreams, Y/N thought it was best to move on as well. She stopped talking to his family. Anne and Gemma were sweet after Harry left on tour. Constantly checking up on her and seeing if they could help her in any way possible. Anne even stopped by her apartment and brought her homemade brownies that Y/N loved so much. Y/N felt guilty for cutting them out of her life but she felt like it wasn’t fair to keep talking to them. She didn’t want them to feel as if they had to walk around egg shells around her. She also didn’t want them to judge Harry for what happened between them. She would never want that. And to be honest with herself, she felt as though if she remained in contact with them, it wasn’t fair for Harry. It was his family. No matter how much they treated you like you were a part of it.

You plopped down onto your bed and placed your arms on top of your eyes. All of a sudden your phone started to ring next to you. “Hello?”

“Y/N! How you holding up?” Your best friend, Lucy, was by your side 24/7 during the whole ordeal. She agreed with you when you said the break was a stupid thing for Harry to suggest. She agreed with you when you were constantly calling Harry a dick for avoiding all of your calls (She even left a couple voicemails to him making sure he knew how much of an ass he was). She even agreed with you when you said moving on from him was going to be the hardest thing you’ll ever have to do. You were together for years. You can’t just forget about the good times you’ve had together. It was going to be hard, but not impossible, she would tell you.

“Hey Luce. I’m fine, yeah.” you sighed into the phone.

Lucy could tell you were exhausted. It was an exhausting thing to do; trying to reach out to someone, constantly being rejected, having to pack his things, having to accept that you were no matter part of something that you would thought was going to last forever. “I’m not going to suggest going out again, promise. Just thought you might want some girl time. Clear your head for a little while.”

You sat up slowly and bit your lip while looking at the box filled with Harry memorabilia across the room. “Actually…Let’s do it. That sounds perfect right now. I just have to drop something off first..”

Harry finally had a little break during his tour. Normally he would just stay in LA rather than going back to cold, rainy London but he couldn’t bring himself to stay at that house.

Harry cheated on you in that house. Wait. Is it cheating? he thought. Technically you guys were on break. Harry tried telling himself that but it didn’t stop his guilt flooding in his heart.

Currently Harry was sitting in a cab driving him back to his London apartment. He was scared being back home. How silly he thought. How silly of a grown man to be scared of the city. He was scared because he knew that being back home meant having to face you. He was the one that suggested a break but he would’ve never thought it would progress this long. He also knew how wrong it was to not communicate with you during the break. Especially because your calls and texts were nothing but loving to him.

I miss you more and more each day.

I watched a video of you performing Kiwi in LA. You were so good, baby!

I hope you’re not forgetting to take your vitamins, you silly boy.

Harry wanted to say something. He wanted to call you on the first night of his tour. He wanted to tell you how nervous he was. He wanted you to assure him he was amazing and that everything he did people were going to love but he couldn’t bring himself to dial your phone number.

He couldn’t do anything but just read your texts and ignore them simply because he was a coward.

That’s why he slept with that random woman. Because he was a coward. Instead of facing his problems, he added to the fire. After the woman left his house the next morning, Harry sobbed while holding a pillow against his chest. He pretended it was you and whispered how sorry he was for kissing someone that wasn’t you.

The cab halted to a stop in front of Harry’s apartment building. Harry sighed and thanked the man before hurrying inside.

You set the box on top of the counter. “Hey Gale. How are you today?” You softly smiled while looking at the doorman in front of you.

Gale looked up at you, “Doing alright. What can I do for you, Y/N?” Constantly being at Harry’s apartment, the people in charge of the building started taking a liking to you.

“Just need to drop some things off at Harry’s place. Mind if I head on up?” You asked while glancing inside the box.

“Sure. But looks like he’s coming in right now. Go on up with him” Gale smiled and looked behind you at the front entrance.

You instantly froze. What the hell was he doing back? Was it the 15th already? You knew that he had a break during the tour but you didn’t think he would come back home. Crap. Did he see me yet? Maybe I can just go hide behind the-


You closed your eyes and cursed at yourself for not having the ability to turn invisible.

You turned around slowly and avoided eye contact with the man that broke your heart a million times these past two months, “I dropped off your things.”

You quickly started to walk away but was stopped when Harry grabbed your arm softly. “Love, wait please. I haven’t seen you properly in two months. Let me explain-”

This time you scoffed. Suddenly something in your brain shifted. Instead of feeling sad and blaming yourself for what happened between you and Harry, you were furious. You harshly pulled your arm away and jabbed your finger into his chest, “How dare you. You don’t talk to me for months and waltz in like nothing’s wrong. Go to hell, Harry.” You quickly turned back around and stormed off.

Harry quickly dropped his duffel bag he was carrying and ran in front of you. “Love, please-”

“Stop calling me that!” You yelled while walking away.

“Y/N stop!” Harry screamed while grabbing you yet again. “Please just hear me out!”

“What! What could you possibly say!” Y/N screamed back at him while trying to pry his hands off her.

Harry started to notice people stopping to see who was yelling in the middle of the lobby. “Please..Please just come up to my place. Please, let’s just talk.”

Y/N looked around and began to notice the stares as well. You sighed. Might as well end it officially tonight and get your stuff back. "Fine.“ You shook Harry off and began walking to the elevators.

Harry quickly picked up his bag and the box you left on the front desk and followed you.

The elevator ride up was filled with silence. Harry was thinking of what he could possibly say to make things alright with you guys while you were thinking of how exhausted you were.

I need a drink the both of of you thought.

What felt like a lifetime for you and the shortest two minutes to Harry, the elevator finally stopped at Harry’s floor.

You crossed your arms and stepped out while Harry rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants and stepped out as well.

Harry pulled out his keys and shakily tried unlocking the door. Wondering what was taking him so long to open the door, you then noticed how much he was shaking and placed your hands on top of his. "Let me..” you mumbled quietly. Harry nodded quickly and gave you the key. You unlocked the door and stepped inside his apartment. Slowly you walked over to his couch and sat down, looking down at your fingers.

Harry shut the door and walked in front of you. He stopped and stared at you. This was the first time in two months that he’s seen you. You had your hair in a ponytail and weren’t wearing any makeup. God, you looked so beautiful. Harry knelt down in front of you and placed his finger on your chin so you would look at him, properly. “I missed you so much, beautiful.”

You stared into his eyes, the anger quickly fading and the sadness you felt for the past two months came rushing back. “Please don’t say that.”

Harry sat next to you and grabbed your hands, “No. I mean it. I’m so sorry, lovely.”

You looked down at your fingers that were now intertwined with his. “If you missed me as much as you said you did..Why did you leave so suddenly. Why did you leave things the way you did.”

Harry sighed out, “I was scared that I would say something that would make things harder than they already were. We were already fighting so much and when we agreed to the break, we were already so vulnerable. I was scared, love.”

“I was scared too! But I still tried to make things somewhat better! I reached out to you! I made the effort! You didn’t!” You argued while tears brimmed your eyes. “I know! I just didn’t know what to do!” Harry could never come up with an excuse for his behavior. You did make an effort in the relationship but he never did. He let the negative thoughts conquer his mind and that got in the way of your relationship.

The both of you stayed silent. It was confusing. Y/N thought it was the end of the two of you but somehow, sitting next to him with his hands intertwined with yours, you didn’t want things to end.

Suddenly Harry whispered, “I slept with someone.”

You quickly looked at him and pulled your hand away. Harry visibly winced, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, love!”

“What? Is that..Is that why you wouldn’t speak to me? You were afraid I would find out?” You whispered.

“Yes..No..Yes.” Harry argued with himself, “We were already in a bad place when I left for tour and that just made it harder..”

“Harry, I-“ You began but Harry interrupted you, “Love, I will never forgive myself. I ruined our relationship in the worst way I possibly could but please..please don’t give up on me. I’ll make it up to you everyday. I’ll cancel my tour. Move in with me. Please, I’ll make it up to you.”

Y/N shook her head. Right from the beginning, she knew that when they were taking a break from their relationship, she knew something like this would happen.

“It’s best if we broke up.” You whispered.

Harry shook his head quickly and constantly. “No. No. We’re going to get past this. But no. We can’t break up. We’re getting married. love. We’re going to be with each other for the rest of our lives. We can’t do that if we’re broken up!” Harry knew he was sounding like a maniac but when it came to you, he was insanely in love with you. He made a mistake but you guys will be able to get over it. You guys were the couple everyone admired. Everyone was envious of your relationship. If you guys couldn’t make things work, what does that say about love?

“We’ve been apart for months. Even before the break..we were constantly fighting. The simplest things, we fought about. You just sleeping with someone else..It just shows that maybe we really aren’t meant to be..” You sighed. You climbed onto Harry’s lap and looked into his eyes, “Maybe the fire blew out a long time ago. We were going to end sooner or later.” Harry stared into your eyes that were filled with nothing but tears and hurt. “I refuse to believe that. We’re meant for each other.”

This time Y/N shook her head. “I’ll always love you, Harry. But I’m exhausted. I’m exhausted with the fighting and not to mention you’re still on tour. And..after this, I couldn’t even imagine myself for forgiving you for sleeping with some random girl.”

Harry buried his face into the crook of your neck. He was exhausted as well. He was tired of the fights and the accusations. But he didn’t want things to end. He knew in his heart that you guys were meant to be together. But he couldn’t let the relationship if you couldn’t forgive you. He knew that whenever he looks into your eyes, he’s just going to remember the mistake that he made. Every time he’s going to look into your eyes, he’s going to remember how heartbroken they looked when he confessed his mistake. “Okay..”

You pulled Harry closer together to you. This was the last time you would be able to hold him like this. This was goodbye.

and that’s it! thank you guys again so much for reading! honestly the feedback on part 2 was so amazing that i just couldn’t wait to write part 3! let me know what you guys think! and remember, requests are always open!

Wrong Place Wrong Time- The Aftermath (5)

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Part 5 of an ongoing sequel, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: The Sequel to Wrong Place Wrong Time: Life after the death of Red.
Main Characters include: Reader and EXO.

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Word Count: 3,405 (-ish)

You woke in a great mood the following morning, Minseok was already awake and staring at you, a smile plastered on his face.

“You look so ugly when you sleep, but that’s what makes you cute.” He poked your cheek with his finger smiling at you in the most playful albeit spiteful way.

“Rude.” You frowned but learnt to take the compliment anyway, closing your eyes again and snuggling up closer to him.

“Last night was great babe. We should do it more often.” He planted a kiss on your forehead. “Come on let’s go.” He shook your body lightly earning a groan from you.

“Can’t we just stay like this for a little while?” You pouted, snaking your arm around his neck and stroking his hair lightly. He let out a soft sigh and you could still feel his gaze on your body as he wrapped an arm around your disrobed waist. You felt a warm feeling envelope your chest, there was nothing better than the feeling of having Minseok close by. There was nothing better than feeling his skin on yours. His bare chest was warm and inviting against yours. You began giggling when you felt Minseok leaving a trail of butterfly kisses across your face.
“Min, what are you doing?” You laughed a bit harder at the tickling sensation, causing you to bury your head between his neck and shoulder. Then you heard a knock at the door. You let out an exasperated sigh. Was it too much to ask for 10 minutes of quality time with your husband?

“Do not open the door.” Minseok called, “unless you want to see two nake –” You pressed your hand over Minseok’s mouth widening your eyes at him, lately he had gotten too playful and brazen for your liking.

“Who is it?” You called turning your head away from Minseok’s neck.

“Uhh Sehun. I wanted to talk to Min…But if you’re both busy… I can always just come back later.”

“We’ll be down in a moment Sehun just give us a second.”You said, embarrassment lacing your voice as you grudgingly dragged yourself away from Minseok’s and pushed the covers off of your body, causing him to wolf whistle. You rolled your eyes standing up you walked over to the wardrobe to get some clothes and put them on.
“Hurry, get some clothes on.” You threw Minseok some underwear a pair of shorts and a lose top.

You walked into the kitchen together and were greeted by Kyungsoo, Baekhyun and Sehun. Minseok walked over to the fridge and poured the both of you a glass of orange juice, whilst you fixed the both of you some jam on toast.

“Did you have fun last night?” Kyungsoo asked, smirking up at the two of you from where he was sat, he wheeled himself out of the room laughing smugly under his breath as he did so. You looked at Minseok embarrassment plastering your face. Sehun’s brows creased, as though he was about to be sick.

“Could we maybe not, at the breakfast table please?” He rolled his eyes. “I’d rather spare myself the mental image of the both of you getting hot under the covers.” You bit your lip anxiously and buried your head in your hands; you were so embarrassed you couldn’t put it into words. You told Minseok that Kyungsoo would hear it all. Minseok laughed under his breath at your reaction, but helped to put you at of your misery.

“What was it you wanted to talk about Sehun?”

Sehun looked up at you, his face straight and eyes unblinking, before he turned his attention back to Minseok.

“Not in front of her…”

Your eyes widened, you stood there awkwardly for a while in silence. You looked up at Minseok who pulled a ‘sorry’ face. Nodding quietly you left the kitchen and decided that you would take a slow walk around the house as you were still massively unfamiliar with it. You felt a hand touch your shoulder. Turning around you saw Baekhyun smiling at you, he looked a lot more radiant now than he did the last time you’d seen him. You were supposing that he was in a happier place, but there was only a matter of time until the calm would be disrupted.

“Can I tour with you? I still need to figure out this place myself.” You nodded at him, your walking pace falling into rhythm with each other. You took you time visiting nearly each and every room, the next always more extravagant than the last. Your favourite was what you assumed to be the new board room. The walls were a plain white, so there was nothing really special there, but what made it grand was the large black marble table which was positioned in the centre of the room and surrounded by 16 glass chairs, carved to perfection. It was utterly extraordinary and breathtaking to say the least. You pulled one of the chairs out from under the marble table slowly and sat down, Baekhyun doing the same opposite from where you were positioned.

“So, what happened last night then?” He winked at you, lightly drumming his fingers against the marble.

“Yeah, can we maybe not.” You looked down at your lap, avoiding his gaze.

“It’s okay; you’re married now so it’s all good. Although if I’m being honest with you, I did not see Minseok getting married coming, especially to someone like you.” He shook his head in disbelief, making you chuckle silently a little bit. If anyone had told you that you would be married to Minseok later down the line, you’d laugh in their face and tell them to jump off the Eiffel tower for cursing like that, but yet here you were, life definitely had a strange way of working out. You cleared your throat and went silent at the sound of voices approaching the room, everyone began to file in.

“Ahh here you two are, we were looking for you.” Junmyeon said, taking a seat at the head of the table, it was a grand position and it really did make him look like a King. And when you thought about it, that’s just what Junmyeon was. A King who lived to serve his subjects and keep his land thriving.

“So we’re all aware we’ve got a problem on our hands.” He locked his fingers together above the table, raised a brow and looked around the table earning a low grunt from everyone present.
“Luhan’s back, last night he tried to kidnap Y/N. Well he didn’t try; he was successful in his attempt it was just lucky that we were on hand otherwise God knows what might have happened.” You received a worried stare from Minseok and Chanyeol.
Junmyeon continued to talk.
“We need to be alert and we need plans. I’m not sure exactly what it is he’s after but clearly it can’t be any good.” The room was silent for a beat, before Sehun nearly made you jump out of your skin as he suddenly began shouting.

“Jongin I thought you killed him. I thought you never missed; you had one job, one job! Do better Kai!” He slammed his hands down on the table, it was evident that Sehun still hadn’t found a way to channel his anger and emotion when it came to subject of Luhan and betrayal, you honestly thought that he was still in denial every now and then.

“I did shoot him! I shot him in the chest so I don’t know what the heck happened!” Jongin rose from his seat, firing his anger back towards Sehun. Yixing began to nod instinctively; he did see it too after all.

“Goodness this is our first board meet, do we really have to argue right now?” Junmyeon sighed, standing up slowly he stepped away from his chair. “That’s it for today; we’ll talk about it again tomorrow. But for now stay alert and try digging up any pieces of information you can find.” He left the room, dismissing everyone who slowly left the room behind him, all but Jongin who blocked your exit.

“You believe me right Y/N? I did shoot him.” His eyes shifted, trying to catch your reaction to his statement.

“I believe you because I believe Yixing. You’re lucky you had a witness.”
Jongin shook his head frowning at your words.

“I’ve never lied to you Y/N.”
You scoffed in disbelief and walked out of the board, you knew for a fact he wasn’t seriously suggesting he was a truthful man right now. You carried on walking down the hall, mounting the stairs so that you could go to your room. Then you heard a light knock on the door almost immediately after.

“Come in.” You called softly, getting ready to tell Jongin to just leave the issue alone, but your eyes widened at who had stepped into the room. In fact it wasn’t even a man, it was a woman. You were slightly taken aback at first.

“Yuna. Junmyeon’s wife.”
She smiled softly, bowing her head towards you whilst keeping her hands on her knees. She smelt intoxicating, her perfume was strong to the point where it was almost dizzying, but it was an addictive smell, almost as though you wanted to drink a whole bottle of whatever she was wearing. She was rather petite, to the point it made you feel uncomfortable because you had to stare down at her to speak. Her hair was long and dark and her eyes were thin slits. She looked almost mysterious in the most alluring and hypnotic way. You definitely understood why Junmyeon had fallen so hard.
“It’s nice to finally meet you…Y/N right? I’ve heard so much about you.” She advanced forward into the room closer to you. “I’m sorry I didn’t show my face earlier, to be honest I’ve been ill over the past few days so I’ve been feeling pretty lethargic, I hope you don’t mind too much.”
You smiled at her sweetly and motioned for her to take a seat on your bed as you went to sit down too.

“Oh, No not at all don’t mention it. Yuna.” It was a nice name.
She hummed in response silently, taking a seat beside you. Her delicate hands still placed neatly in between her lap. Junmyeon wasn’t a big guy, but she sure as heck was a tiny woman and if he was anywhere as near as passionate as Minseok was when he was making love, then how she wasn’t broken into a thousand small pieces yet, you didn’t know.

“I really just wanted to see how you were, after last night. I heard that man named Luhan had captured you or something. I hope you’re doing okay, I’m sure it must have been a total shock.”
You smiled at the small woman, how very sweet of her to be concerned about an individual she’d only heard of, but didn’t actually know.

“Oh, goodness you’re kind.” You flashed her your teeth. “It was scary to say the absolute least, but I survived which is the main thing. I must say it’s nice to have another woman around, although I really wouldn’t wish this type of life on anyone.”
She hummed quietly again, shifting slowly in her position.

“It’s okay. I knew what I was getting myself into.”

“Oh?” You raised a brow at her. “You did?”

She hummed again; you were assuming that this was a habit of hers.

“Yes actually, I was and still am an intern for Genesis. Well actually it happened to be that the guy I was dating before was a spokesman at the company and he got me a job there. I’d always heard stories of there being an Underground Genesis squad, who did the dirty for the good of the company. Although that made people sick, I actually thought it was quite admirable, that they went through such turmoil for the greater good. I heard it was kind of run by Mr. Kim’s younger brother. Again this was all speculation, none of us in my sector of the firm had even seen Mr. Kim’s brother, we didn’t even know if he existed or if he was a myth. I assumed it had all been an in-office wives tale to keep us nosy lot occupied, it wasn’t until one day I had been called into Mr. Kim’s office for a review meeting that I had realised his brother was a living and breathing entity.” She chuckled at her choice of words. “I walked into the office, and there Junmyeon was. Just standing there, looking ethereal our eyes locked and I knew in the moment I’d fallen. I never was a believer in love at first sight, but honestly I’m one of its many victims. He began coming to the office frequently after that. We’d ‘bump’ into each other in the hallways and have small chats. Then one day he asked me on a date. One date turned into two, then three, then four. And the rest is history.”
She breathed out smiling at her ring. “I guess love is really like a blindfold isn’t it. We can’t see where we’re going and what direction we’re headed to. Especially with our husbands. Yet we keep walking deeper into the love, with our arms outstretched hmm?” You were silent for a moment and nodded slowly, you had never thought of it that way but it was entirely true. Being in love with Minseok was like wearing a blindfold, you had no idea where you would end up, but you carried on walking in to it regardless. She had done a decent job in reviving Junmyeon, he was no longer trying to blow everyone up, so that had to be a good sign and she seemed genuine and sweet. You were just glad that she wasn’t forced into it.
“Anyway I’d better be going. I like to spend a little bit of time with Junmyeon at this time of the day before we both get really busy after, so I’ll be seeing you around Y/N. She smiled at you sweetly and left the room.”
You let out a sigh; it was time get ready for the later shift at work.

It was 9PM by the time you had finished and it was dark already. Minseok was on the phone to you as you stood in the foyer of the building.

No you’re not coming home by yourself Y/N.” You couldn’t hear him too well, since the background was quite busy, you assumed that he had taken a late shift too. “After last night I’m not taking any chances sweetheart. I won’t have that happen to you again.” He let out a sad sigh. “Stay there, I’ll get one of the boys to come and pick you up okay. See you when I get home, I love you.” Without giving you the chance to even speak back he had already hung up. You appreciated that Minseok was trying to keep you safe, but he was admittedly becoming slightly paranoid about it all, nevertheless, you stood there in the foyer waiting for your ride to arrive.

A good half hour later and you heard footsteps walking up to you.

“Your chariot awaits m’lady.”You looked up to see Yixing in a grey tracksuit, with the hood pulled up over his head, you were really tired and so only managed to give him a weak smile. You followed him out of the building and into the car.

“Thanks for picking me up. Min’s being a bit paranoid.”

“Do you blame him though?” He said, flashing you a quick side glance before focusing his attention back on the road ahead. The both of you stayed silent for a while until he began to speak up again.

“Jongin’s telling the truth, he did shoot Luhan. I just don’t know how the bastard survived.”

“Mmm, I know it’s the truth because you witnessed it. He’s a lot scarier in life, this ‘Luhan’ guy.”
Another silence and there was something awkward about it this time around almost as if it was a foreboding.

“So…How’s married life?” Yixing muttered, almost too carefully.

“Yeah it’s good; he does a lot to keep me happy.” You said barely a whisper not daring to look over at Yixing.

“He’s never too rough with you is he. Doesn’t hurt you or anything right…?”

“No Yixing he doesn’t we’re fine.” You frowned slightly, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. Another pause.

“I’ve missed you Y/N.”

“Yixing please don’t. Don’t do this.”
He frowned, giving you a quick side glance.


“I’m married to your friend, damn it Yixing! You’re not supposed to be doing this.” You hissed, angry at the way he was behaving. You really had no idea how much he had become attached to you.

“I’m not trying it on with you Y/N. I know you belong to my friend I’d never come in between the two of you, but I just need some sort of closure because I’m losing my sanity thinking about it. Why him over me? What did he have that I didn’t?”
His grip was becoming tighter on the steering wheel as you noticed his knuckles turning white.

“We share something Yixing okay! There’s something about him that I love and I can’t explain it but I just do.” You were fuming now, was he questioning your relationship?

“If it wasn’t for him would I have had a chance?”

“Yixing I—”

“Look Y/N I’m not trying it on with you,i’m not trying to win you over, that ship has long sailed. You don’t have feelings for me and that’s fine. I know this will amount to nothing I just need some flipping closure so please just answer me! If it wasn’t for Minseok would you have given me a chance? If you didn’t fall in love with him, would you have given me a second look? I just need to know where I stand as an individual. I just need to know who the fuck I am. I just need to know I’m worth a little bit more than nothing…”
He went silent; all you could hear was his heavy breathing as you thought about it for a moment. You cleared your throat, lowering your head.


The car ride back home was silent the whole way after the discussion. Maybe what Yixing was asking for was reasonable, maybe you owed him that much; the closure he so desperately needed, hopefully this would allow him to move on. You had noticed that he had esteem issues and so maybe knowing that he wasn’t necessarily the issue would help him to move on.
You got out of the car not looking at him knocking on the front door which was opened by Jongdae. You pushed past him.

“Yeah you’re welcome Y/N.” Jongdae called out at you sarcastically. Everyone was sitting in the living room apart from Junmyeon; you joined them positioning yourself between Minseok and Tao on the chair ignoring Yixing who was sat opposite on the other sofa. There was light chatter around the room; Minseok was resting his head against your shoulder.
Suddenly and angry looking Junmyeon stormed into the room and slammed a folder of paper down onto the coffee table. You got up from your seat looking through the papers, confused. You passed it around the room. It was a small portfolio file of Luhan. Some minor background information and how he survived, According to the sheets circulating around the room, Luhan had previously had a metal sheet implanted under his skin in the chest area. So if that was the case Jongin’s bullet must’ve ricocheted off of the metal sheet, luckily for him not hitting anything major.

“Damn, why don’t we all get one of those? The clever bastard. Luhan always was prepared wasn’t he?” Jongin laughed looking around the room. But by the look on Junmyeon’s face he was still furious.

“You’re playing fucking games again Kim Jongin! Why did I find this through the letter box? You’re really out here playing with fire boy! Who the fuck do you really work for? Luhan?!” Everyone’s face went blank, staring up at Jongin. Jongin’s face went blank, he rose from his place on the sofa.

“What? It wasn’t me Myeon. The tell-tale was for a valid reason. I did that to kill Red, he’s gone now so why the fuck would I need to cover up!?” He hissed at Junmyeon.

“Exactly” Junmyeon was getting dangerously close to Jongin now. “Red’s gone now, so why would you have to be here anymore?”

“The same reason why everyone else is here after Red’s death, why else!? Don’t try fucking pinning this on me.”

Junmyeon, looked around the room, his eyes ablaze.

“Well who the fuck did it then?!”

Valentine’s Day

Note: Happy Valentine’s Day, my loves! I hope you had a better day than I did! this is short and not that great; my writing juice is low! feedback is welcome! .c

Originally posted by sssmcdlove

Valentine’s Day always left the most distasteful flavor in your mouth. You once had someone close to you to spend it with and now, you curse the day in vain because screw love, screw the heartfelt gifts, and screw time wasted on someone who didn’t deserve you. Maybe one day you’ll find someone who does.

You stayed in bed most of the morning so you could avoid seeing the Valentine decorations littering all over the tower. The two lovesick girls and a very head over heels Steve spent all day yesterday, putting them up. They threw foil hearts everywhere, covering the floor, pink and red rose wall decals placed on every inch of the walls.

They even went so far as to hang a rather large baby Cupid from the ceiling in the common room. It made you want to barf. Not to mention, the bedroom doors all except yours and surprisingly Bucky’s, had candy heart decals on them saying some lovesick word or short phrase, only worsening the mood for you.

You used to love this day, spending it with your ex-significant other, showering them with gifts, seeing the love in their eyes. Now, you dreaded the day it came around. You were happy for the couples in the tower, and you were more than thankful they had left to go on their dates. You were alone in the tower, or so you thought.

You grudgingly got out of bed and showered, not bothering to put on nice clothes. You settled for a tank top and leggings, not finding a reason to make yourself look dolled up for another regular day in your book. You made a sound of disgust as you walked through the tower, all the decorations sticking out to you like an eyesore.

You heard faint noise coming from somewhere, sounding like the common room. It was only until you walked into a scene that made your hand fly to your mouth to hold your laughter that you found the source of the grunting. Bucky, who you had no clue was even here, was whacking the hanging baby Cupid with an umbrella, trying to knock it down.

“Mother fu-dammit!” He yelled, barely tipping the end of it’s arrow. It was rather big and high up, even for the tall super soldier. “Fuck it. It’s just you and me, you stupid baby.” Bucky said with a huff, throwing the umbrella to the side. You snorted and he whipped around, his eyes wide. “Shit! I thought I was alone!” Bucky shouted, holding his chest.

You giggled and walked in, crossing your arms. “Chill, old man.” You said, rolling your eyes as he took deep breaths. “You’re not the only one who’s alone. It can be scary, huh?” You added harshly. Bucky shot you a glare and you held your arms up in mock surrender. “What’s got you so mad about today?” You questioned Bucky, pointing at the still swinging Cupid.

Bucky sighed and avoided looking at you until you looked away. “I mean, there’s this girl. I’m too nervous to ask her out or whatever..” Bucky trailed off, his eyes looking at you. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes avert to somewhere else. Your heart sank a tad. “Oh.” You said rather coldly, “I don’t have anyone.” You added sadly.

“So, you don’t have a-” Bucky started, seeing you shaking your head quickly before he could finish his question. “Nope.” You said, popping the p. You sighed and sat in Sam’s chair after tossing the heart shaped pillow to the floor with a grimace. Bucky rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks tinted red in a cute way. 

You always had a thing for Bucky, but you weren’t sure how to deal with it. You always stayed back, let him do his thing, let him heal from his past. You didn’t want to pressure him or make him feel weird by dumping the small feelings you had on him. You guessed it was too late now. He had his eyes on someone else.

Bucky let out a sigh and sat down on the sofa, his hands resting on his thighs. His hair was in a messy bun, a few shorter layers framing his face. He had a little bit of stubble growing and his usual Henley was unbuttoned all the way, just enough to let your imagination run free. You quickly looked away when Bucky’s head turned in your direction.

He took a deep breath, as if to prepare himself for what he was about to ask you. “Why?” Bucky asked, his hands joining together as he played with his fingers. He did that when he was nervous, you picked up on it a few weeks after he arrived. You looked at Bucky, biting the inside of your cheek. You sighed and your eyes rose to look at the slightly swaying baby Cupid. “Just an ex.” You said quietly.

Bucky nodded after a moment and sat up straighter. “Did it end badly?” Bucky asked softly, you could tell he was scared he’d offend you. You still felt upset about it, but you didn’t hurt like before. It was easier to talk about, just not on this particular day. 

You sighed again, the memories flooding back. You tucked your knees up against your chest and wrapped your arms around them, as if that would help close the gnawing hole in your heart.

With a shrug, you answered his question. “Pretty much. This was our holiday; we got together on this day. And after two years, we broke up on this day.” You said, avoiding Bucky’s sad expression. Bucky sat there, processing what you said. He took in your saddening eyes and your vulnerable position. He stood to his feet and walked over to you, holding his metal hand out to you.

You looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “I’m not gonna let you suffer. Will you be my Valentine, Y/N?” Bucky asked, his blue eyes holding your stare. Your eyebrows relaxed and a small smile formed on your lips. You unfolded from your position and grabbed Bucky’s hand, silently telling him yes. He smiled and pulled you along, confusion settling into your mind.

Bucky pulled you into the elevator and you smiled. “Where are we going?”  You asked, looking up at Bucky. His face was red again and it made your heart swell. “Okay, don’t hate me or anything,” Bucky started as the elevator came to a stop, “But it kind of worked out perfectly.” Bucky finished, pulling you down his hallway. Your eyebrows knitted together again and Bucky stood outside of his closed door.

Bucky sighed and grasped both of your hands. “Okay, I’m very nervous.” Bucky said with a breathy chuckle. You blushed though you were still confused. “Bucky, what’s going on?” You asked as you started to get anxious. Bucky sighed, “Cover your eyes.” You did as told, a small smile tugging at your lips.

You heard Bucky open his door and he pulled you inside slowly. Your nose was suddenly filled with smell of a candle burning, or a couple, it was so strong. But you loved it, it was your favorite scent. 

“Candles?” You asked, with a wider smile. Bucky was behind you with his hands on your hips. “Hey, no peeking!” He said with a whine. “I’m not! It’s just strong.” You said, laughing as he walked you forward some more.

You felt Bucky’s hands leave your waist and you kept your hand over your closed eyes. “Alright,” you heard Bucky say, “I like you. I’ve liked you for a while.” Bucky started, his voice shaking. 

Your mouth fell open a tad and you felt your heart start to race. “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen and I feel happy every time I get to see you.” Bucky carried on and you could hear the smile in his tone.

Bucky took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re sweet, you’re kind, you can kick anybody’s ass and make it look like the perfect way to die, you’re gentle with me, you helped me realize I’m not just a broken man, but a man who can love and maybe be loved in return.” Bucky whispered the last part and your throat formed a lump as tears threatened to spill from your closed eyes.

You could feel Bucky’s hand grasping your wrist. He gently pulled your hand from your eyes and his metal hand caressed your cheek. “Open, Doll.” Bucky whispered, your eyes doing as he said. You looked up at Bucky and his eyes were watery. You noticed a few candles here and there, and a teddy bear with a heart shaped box of chocolates sitting against it.

A gasp fell from your lips and you walked over to the little gifts. “Bucky.” You whispered, picking up the soft bear and box of chocolates. “If you don’t feel the same way and if it’s too much, given your past, I understand.” Bucky said behind you. “I didn’t know until today.” He added quietly.

You turned to face him again and smiled, laughing through your tears. You speed walked towards Bucky and wrapped your arms around him. He held you tightly and kissed your head. “Bucky, I love you.” You breathed, the words spilling from your mouth like an unsaid prayer.

Bucky smiled and lifted your chin up, looking into your eyes. “I’ve waited so long to hear you say that. I love you, Y/N.” Bucky said, leaning down to press his lips to yours. Maybe Valentine’s Day won’t be so terrible after all.

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Keeping An Eye On You

Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines

Pairing: Malia Tate x Reader

Requested: Nope

Summary: You are on the deadpool , Malia takes it upon herself to keep an eye on you.

GIF Not Mine

Y/N Y/L/N    250

There it was. Your name came up on the screen of the new deadpool list Lydia had unlocked. Malia was looking to see if her name was on the list when her eyes fell onto your name. She furrowed her eyebrows at your name being on the list, not understanding why it was on there. “Why is Y/N on the list? This must be some kind of mistake.” Malia said to the pack who were also gathered around the list.

“There are no mistakes with the deadpool.” Lydia pointed out.

“Okay, so why didn’t they say anything about being supernatural?” Malia asked kind of forcefully causing everyone to look at her strangely, wondering why she cares so much.

“Maybe Y/N doesn’t know.” Scott proposed. “Either way we need to keep an eye-.”

“I’ll do it.” Malia volunteered before Scott could finish causing more strange glances her way.


Malia took her job of keeping an eye on you very seriously. You were at your locker exchanging books when you didn’t hear or see Malia come and stand beside you. You shut your locker and jumped when you saw her leaning against the locker next to yours. “Hey, Y/N.” Malia greeted, a little too eagerly.

“Umm, hi… Malia.” You replied hesitation in your voice. Malia or anyone in Scott’s friend group in fact have never spoken to you so you were confused when Malia came and spoke to you out of nowhere.

“Are you okay?” She asked, still in the same tone as she greeted you.

“I’m good.” You nodded. “I’m actually about to head to History.”

“Oh, same.”

“You’re not in my class though.”

“Right because I meant I’m about to head to class which is… math.” Malia said trying to come up with a good lie to avoid suspicion.

“Okay, well I’ll see you around, I guess.” You replied before walking to your class.

“Yeah, see you.” She shouted after you giving an awkward wave. As you left down the hallway Malia cursed to herself at how bad she was doing at keeping an eye on you. She knew she had to come up with a better idea and that’s what she did.


The next she saw of you was in the library. You were at a table staying late to study. Not many people were in the library so there were plenty of tables to sit at. When you felt someone sit opposite you, you looked up from your book and saw Malia sitting there. You did a double take to make sure she was actually there. “What are you doing here?” You asked in a whisper. Even though the librarian has gone home you still whispered even if it wasn’t being forced out of a force of habit.

“I came to study and keep you company.” Malia said, not whispering.

“Where are your books then?” You asked raising an eyebrow thinking you’ve caught her in a lie. Since your paths crossing this morning you’ve been a little suspicious of Malia and her friends. They’ve been everywhere you were and have been talking in hushed whispers around you. Yesterday they didn’t even look your way and today you had Malia following you around like a lost puppy. It was weirding you out.

“I…forgot them. I guess I’m just keeping you company.” Malia replied. “Maybe I can help you. What are you working on?”

“My history project.” You told her, your expression dropped when you said it which Malia noticed.

“You don’t sound too thrilled about it.”

“I’m not. I’m having a little difficulty with it.” You said exasperated.

“Let me help you.” She smiled at you which caused your frown to turn into a smile.

You have been both working together on the project, Malia helping as best she could but mostly keeping up your morale, for a while now. You hadn’t noticed that you two were the only ones left. Whilst Malia was packing your stuff away you were putting the books back that you used. Malia dropped your bag when she smelt someone else was in the library with you. Her heart rate began to get frantic. You were in between bookshelves when a tall man in black with a crossbow came around the corner. He aimed the bow at you but you didn’t notice, that was until Malia came out of nowhere and pushed you out of the crossfire. You looked up and saw Malia with fangs and claws, you wanted to thank her but you didn’t have time as she was already dragging you up on your feet and out of the library, the man with the crossbow chasing after you.

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Anonymous said:
What are your thoughts on curses?

Take. Them. Seriously.

This goes to both the victim and especially the caster. Personally I believe it’s best to hold back that kind of magic unless it’s for dire emergencies. For example, if someone is stalking you, bullying you, or directly ruining your life as well as others, then perhaps it’s necessary to dab a little bit into the black magic if you so wish. The only reason I say this is because spell casting in general can come out terribly if done wrong, and casting a curse can be worse. If you mess up even just a little bit, the results could come back to you tenfolds. I will put this as an example as it’s relative to a wide audience, but after our recent presidential election I found a lot of potential curses used specifically for the orange man and his team. As creative as they are with pure intention to wreak hell, I would like to add on my own that these are incredibly dangerous if taken lightly. Do not cast this for petty things like a date gone wrong or if your roommate is a general pile of tar. It’s just not worth it.

For anyone who feel like they may be subject to a curse, I would try to reflect on yourself and figure out what you may have done so to avoid future results. If you know who cast the curse, you need to talk to them and apologize sincerely – perhaps they will lift the curse themselves. If you’re either unable to convince them, you don’t know who did it, or you fell victim to a petty witch who abused their power over something mundane, then try to see if you can get it lifted by someone else.

tldr; curses are super risky for both parties, and if it’s something you can work out without magic then I highly advise that you do that first.

Ebony Wings

Castiel x Reader

Part 2: Tidying Up

Summary: You can see Cas’s wings, not knowing that means something special.

Warnings: Brief cursing. Implied sexual content.

Requested by @trinityjadec

A/N: This fic got a little more sexual than I thought… Again. Oh well…

Originally posted by oubliette-of-deduction

“Hey Cas”, you smile, patting the seat next to you. Your angel friend sits next to you, folding his hands in his lap.

His raven black wings follow behind him, folding at an uncomfortable looking angle to avoid wacking you.

You move over courteously and he gives you a funny look. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Uh, no. I wanted to give you more space for your wings”, you say, going back to read your book. Cas looks troubled for a long time before standing up.

“I have some important angel business to attend to”, he lies, flying off to think about what you had meant.

You shrug it off, continuing to read again.

But, as the days pass, you notice Cas becoming more distant to you, causing you to worry immensely. After about the third day, you’ve had enough.

“Cas, what’s going on? Did I upset you?”

His cheeks turn slightly pink. “No”, he mutters out, looking at his feet.

You look at him skeptically. “You’ve been acting strange since I’ve mentioned these”, you reach out to run your fingers through his wings, eliciting a loud moan from the angel in front of you.

You immediately retract your fingers, searching his face for pain. “Shit, sorry, did I hurt you?”

Cas nods ‘no’, gritting his teeth. Your cheeks flush red in realization. 

“Oh”, you murmur, embarrassment covering your face. 

“Y/N?”, Cas asks, his voice lower than usual. You refuse to look at his face, still humiliated at what you just did.

“What?”, you mumble out, still looking at the ground.

Cas lightly pushes your chin up so you can look at him and moves closer to your ear.

“Do it again, please.”

You let out a noise of surprise and look to see if he’s joking. But no, his eyes are glazed over in lust, face completely serious. 

Truth is, you’ve harbored feelings for this angel for a while now, but never acted on them, until now.

Bravely, you graze his wings with your fingers, taking time to admire the softness. He lightly groans out, clutching to your back.

You hesitate for a moment, not sure where to touch next. Letting out a growl, Cas pushes his wing toward your hand, fingers automatically delving in. Cas lets out a satisfied noise as you continue carressing the soft feathers.

Experimentally, you move your hands to the down feathers by where his wings met his back, causing him to let out a low growl. Swiftly, he pulls you back and smashes his lips on yours, and you let out a surprised gasp.

He tastes sweeter than you thought he’d would, and his lips are almost as soft as his feathers. It feels so right, and you can’t help but smile as you wrap your arms around his neck.

Once air is needed again, Cas presses his forehead against your and looks into your eyes, still holding tightly onto your waist.

“Do you know what it means when a human can see an angel’s wings?” he asks, tracing light circles on your hip.

“You mean, not everyone can see your wings?”, you ask, confusion obvious in your tone.

Cas nods ‘no’. “Only special people can see them.” He trails soft kisses down your neck, causing you to shiver.

“Like, what kind of special people?” You try to muffle a moan as he skims your sweet spot.

Cas smirks on your neck, taking his time to move up to your ear and whispers one simple word that spins your heart out of control.


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Beneath that handsome and cruel face, all I see is a sad, lonely and broken man.

I am totally late in the game for this one, but after reading Durarara spoilers last night at 1 AM, I just could not help but see this parallelism. 

Today, I am going to analyze three male characters that have haunted me for a good while: Sebastian Michaelis, Shogo Makishima and Izaya Orihara.

These three men are some of the most hypocritical people I have ever seen, but this is what makes them so intriguing. They make a lot of claims to belittle or take amusement in others (humans) when they themselves do the exact same thing if not to an even greater degree.

Durarara and Psycho Pass have already finished while Kuroshitsuji is get more obvious with its hints. It all ended with the same theme with these three, infamous, male characters. 

That they are the loneliest and most insecure people ever beneath that charming and deadly facade. 

Let’s begin with Sebastian since I have discussed him briefly before. 

Sebastian often criticizes humans for “thinking about their appearance.”

Yet throughout the whole manga, we see that Sebastian care a great deal about his own appearance. He always has to be the ultimate, perfect butler there is. While in battle, he stitched up his coat because it got torn with a smug look on his face. 

In the Emerald Witch arc, Sebastian immediately used magic to fix up his face after it got ruined by the deadly plague. 

He loved showing off his skills among humans and being admired. In fact, he seems to thrive in it. He is used to being loved despite being a demonic creature because people don’t realize he is in actuality, an ugly demon from hell.

Is it possibly because only in the human world, does he stand out? If someone does not admire or think well of him, he seems genuinely surprised.

Like how Sebastian is constantly bothered with how Francis Midford does not find him handsome like everyone else does. 

Beast from the Circus arc clearly disliked him from the start. That seemed to be part of the catalyst on why Sebastian loved teasing/harassing her and in the end, used her sexually and exploited information from her. 

It seemed to be his way of humiliating Beast.

In the latest Blue Cult arc, Sebastian’s look on his face clearly showed signs of distress and even…hurt when the humans around him shunned him after hearing about his nature as “darkness.” People no longer admired him and is legitimately treating him like the demon that he is. He is rejected. Could this be clue to his past self that was treated the exact same way? 

In the epilogue of the Kuroshitsuji Valentines event, Sebastian claimed hollowly he was “a lonely demon.”

And Sebastian, who is cruel, heartless and sees love as a weakness, is visibly bothered by it.

Was all this loneliness as a monster was what caused him to always have to be the perfect butler who is good at everything to have adoration and love?

Let’s go to Shogo Makishima.

At the beginning of Psycho Pass, I hated this guy to the max. I saw him as the much more murderous version of Izaya who only stirred up things like killing for his own fun in a dystopian world ruled by the Sibyl.

Makishima is the lone wolf whose body is not affected at all by the Sibyl and crime coefficients. But because of that, Makishima was able to see how flawed and twisted the governing system of the country really is and felt compelled to destroy it. He had no problems rebelling against the system and he had no problems killing off people who are part Sibyl if they bored him.

This is Makishima’s twisted view of the world. People who are part of the Sibyl are sheep and puppets to him which is not entirely wrong. It is the way he goes about it is completely insane.

Makishima kept on searching for new people to entertain him. By the end of the anime, we learned that he wanted to find a companion who is not ruled by Sibyl and can think for themselves like him.

Just like how he had all that hope in Akane Tsunemori to kill him. She could not because her gun is locked because his crime coefficient cannot be read by it at all.

It was his way of testing Akane to see if she really was a puppet of Sibyl and Makishima was so desperate and serious about it, that he even killed off Yuuki Funahara (Akane’s friend) over his disappointment in Akane that she could not rebel against the Sibyl after all. 

He seemed to have some final respect for Akane when she was so persistent to chase after him that she hopped on to the truck he stole.

At first, I thought he smiled one of his mocking smiles as he looked at the side-view mirror at a struggling Akane, but the more I replayed this scene, the more I don’t see his usual psychotic smirk. I see it as a subtle hint of respect and amusement from him because Akane, after all, is aware of the flaws of Sibyl and still chased him relentlessly regardless of Sibyl’s wish.

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In the end, he acknowledged that Akane was not doing things because she is a “sheep,” but from her own mind and her final and resolute resolve to not kill him. (Still, being stepped roughly on the head is sure to be painful.)

Makishima’s views are not just twisted, but it is tragic because he also romanticizes it. 

“Who isn’t alone in this world?”

He knows that as humans, everyone will die and be replaced. The final scene of his death reveals that he is scared of being alone and being replaced. So when Kagami said he hoped to never encounter someone like Makishima again, it is confirmed for Makishima that he won’t be forgotten after all and died with a peaceful and content smile on his face.

In a way, while he hates Sibyl, he is also bothered that he is not part of the people and is alone in the world as well. He is rejected by Society.

Like Kagami said to him: “You just couldn’t bear solitude, that’s all.”

And finally, we have Izaya Orihara.

Obviously, Izaya is a well-known troll throughout anime history who mess with people’s lives just for kicks. He had always seemed ‘above’ humanity, above feelings and above human emotions.

He claimed to love and adore humanity, but apparently, it is much deeper than that.

Shinra said: He may seem cold-blooded, but he is more human, and his heart more brittle than anybody else, so much so that if you filled it with human love or betrayal, it would break easily, which is why, I think, he chose from the start to avoid it all, to love humanity, you understand? Not to accept, not to face it, to avoid it.“

How did the informant respond to this? By cursing Shinra for seeing through him. Looks like Izaya is not so invincible after all and was just hiding behind the facade of a “God” to avoid getting hurt.

Why does he troll people? Because that is his way of getting attention and their anger and resentment is their ‘love’ towards him.

Treating people (Rio and Manami) like shit is the only way he knows how to give ‘love.’

When Manami was hunting him down and tried to slash him in the hospital, he seemed disturbingly happy and yelled in the end how much he loves humans. Why? Because this one person had so much hatred for him for years to hunt him down.

And Izaya, who is beyond mad at this point, sees it as ‘love’. He held on to this type of treatment his whole life. 

Why does he hate Shizuo so much? Because to Izaya, Shizuo is a beast. A monster and yet Shizuo was able to attract people and made friends easily. An ability Izaya does not have and is greatly jealous of. A person like Izaya is rejected from society.

In the end, he fought Shizuo one last time for good measure and in the end, ended up crippled and in a wheelchair.

To conclude this analysis, it is pretty sad really.

Caged [35]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2290 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

Part 34  Part 36

The digital alarm clock on the nightstand showed 10:34am when you opened your eyes. The heavy curtains were closed, but a thin sliver of light fell through the middle where the fabric didn’t quite touch. You didn’t remember how you had gotten into bed, or when you had fallen asleep, for that matter, but you couldn’t have slept for more than an hour, an hour and a half tops. You were still in the hotel pajamas you had thrown on after your shower. Your arm throbbed. It almost felt like the bullet was still lodged in the flesh. You shifted to take weight off it and groaned. Then you looked around to see what it was that had awoken you.


He was standing in the doorway, hand still on the knob, looking at you with a face that was void of any expression. Immediately, guilt started shooting daggers into your heart. He had been by your side, had comforted you, had opened up to you – and you had repaid him by abandoning him, effectively showing him that you didn’t trust him.

And suddenly you started to wonder if you really did.

“Jungkook,” you said quietly, your voice heavy with sleep. You tried to sit up, but your left arm buckled and you unceremoniously collapsed back onto the bed. Jungkook didn’t move.

“Namjoon told me to get you. It’s time to go.”

“Jungkook, please.” The pleading tone of your words surprised even yourself. “Don’t leave.”

“Get dressed,” he said, pointing to a pile of folded clothes on a chair by the window. “Hurry.”

“Jungkook, your father-”

“He’s dead. There’s nothing to talk about. He’s gone. It’s over.”

“But he was your family.”

Jungkook kept staring at you, his hand tight on the doorknob. The veins on his forearms betrayed the effort with which he was holding onto the brass and his composure.

“No,” he finally said, closing the door behind him as he entered the room. “You are.”

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Gamos | Phil manages to get himself cursed by the God’s again, but this time he won’t tell Dan what he did wrong, and Dan’s left to figure it out for himself. Modern Day Greek Gods AU | Phan | Teen | Humor, Misunderstandings, Assumed cheating but not actually, Proposal fic | 3,334 Words

Written as my @phanfictioncatalogue​ secret santa gift for @crescendohowell​! I really hope you enjoy this and that it makes you laugh :)) Merry Christmas <3 I hope it’s the best day ever!

Special thanks to @ineverhadmyinternetphase​ for sitting through the wild, real time adventure of me writing this and acting as support, and to @phansdick​ for beta’ing for me! You’re all amazing, and I hope you all have an amazing Christmas, truly

Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.


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Coming Home

Prompt: Oliver gets shot saving John Diggle’s life and reader helps with the surgery.

Reader Gender: Female

Character / Fandom: Oliver Queen / Arrow

Words: 1,680

Warnings: Talk of surgery and blood, angst & fluff.

Blood is a lot harder to wash off than people think. It gets into every crack, every crevice of your skin, under your nails, and in your hair. It soaks into every fiber of clothing, especially cotton, drying almost unnaturally fast. Unless there’s a lot of it, like there is right now.

Your hands are practically swimming in the warm, red liquid. It makes your already shaking fingers slick, dropping the tools needed to help suture up his wound.

John clenches his jaw in frustration as the clamp clatters loudly on the concrete floor of the foundry. “Why don’t you call Roy.”

Your eyes sting as tears spring to life. You give a shake of your head, gritting your teeth. “He’s on a date with Thea tonight. I promised him one night, John.”

The man across from you pulls in a deep breath, leveling you with a serious narrowing of his eyes. “I’m going to need you to stop dropping everything. He’s already lost a lot of blood, and if I don’t get the bullet out -”

“Don’t say it.”

“He’ll die.”

You swallow against the sob as it claws up your throat. You can’t lose him. You stare at your hands, willing them to stop shaking. Once the tremors stop, you give John a curt nod. “Let’s do this.”

“That’s our girl.”

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Player Two - Ross x Reader

Name: Player Two

Pairing: Ross x Reader

Word Count: 402

A/N: These are super helpful, and also I love Ross!

Prompt:  Cuddling w/ ross during a grump session?

God Dammit Ross!”

You laughed as Arin died again on Ross’s Mario Maker level. He took great pride in pissing off Arin with the difficulty of his levels, and this one was really paying off. You stretched out on the couch, laying your head in your boyfriend’s lap as he enjoyed the carnage that he was causing.

“You couldn’t go easy on them for once?” You asked, half-teasing. Ross scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“I did go easy on them.” 

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Save You (Jungkook, OC) Part 3

A/N: shout out to @sleeplesswritersaito for reading the draft for this. Thank you! <3 And i hope everyone enjoys this! Thank you for reading Save You till the end (even if I made you wait long for every update).

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Olivia woke up with feeling light as a feather. She slept soundly through the whole night and if somebody saw her then, she was almost sure they would’ve seen her smiling in her sleep.

It has been a long time since she felt like this: like her heart would burst out of her chest any minute. She was relaxed and excited at the same time, unable to wipe off the silly grin on her face.

As she went down for breakfast, her father who had been nursing a cup of coffee looked up from his reading with a curious gaze; seeing Olivia humming her way through making toast.

“You seem happy.” Mr. Kim said while Olivia only smiled. 

I am happy, she thought just as a face appeared in her head.

Every day was a routine: wake up, get ready for school, ride the bus, attend classes… but today felt exceptionally different and as Olivia bounded up to the school building’s steps, she couldn’t help but notice the way her feet moved briskly through the halls, rushing towards her first class.

This was probably the most excited she has been to attend Math class. Though she knew she wasn’t rushing to study Math at all…

But to actually see her favorite classmate. 

Last night, she and Jungkook had kissed. And it wasn’t just a kiss; it was a kiss and many more kisses, and the best kiss she had ever received from someone that it had her dizzy and blushing at the mere thought of it.

Even more so, the way Jungkook smiled down at her like she was the most amazing person that has ever walked the face of the earth made her feel elated.

Olivia couldn’t help the giddiness bubbling in her chest as she approached her classroom. She paused by the doorway, made sure her dress wasn’t rumpled and fixed her hair a bit before finally entering.

The room was almost full even though there was ten minutes to go till the bell officially rang. Her eyes searched for him and as it landed on his seat, she was disappointed to see his usual slumped form missing. 

Huh. Strange, Olivia thought; knowing Jungkook usually came earlier than she did. She sat down on her seat which was near the front row and waited, eyes staring almost longingly at the door.

A few minutes later, he entered.

But it was a man she had never seen before who eventually introduced him as a substitute for Mrs. Chan since she was on a sick leave for the day.

He gave a short exercise and let the students do whatever they want right after. And it was horrible considering it gave Olivia so much time to sit on her chair and wonder; occasionally glancing back at the empty seat at the back of the room.

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Baby Girl (Calum Smut)

REQUESTHey could you do one where you’re all hanging around the pool and someone pushes you in with all your clothes on and you have to go change obviously because your clothes are all wet and when you get out of the pool your clothes are really tight and stuck to you so they can clearly see your boobs and then like one of them follows you back to where you’re changing your clothes, and then, sex happens

Letting the sun hit your skin, you let out a smile. Finally it was summer, and to start off the amazing season you booked a vacation. Getting an awesome deal at a hotel you gave yourself a pat on the back for finding one with a pool. You sat on the edge of the bricks and let your feet dangle in the cool water. Your moment of bliss only lasted for a second, the next thing you knew you where under the water. Once you swam up to the surface you saw a mother and two kids standing next to her, trying not to giggle. 

“What did I tell you about running!” The mom scolded her kids. “Now apologize." 

The two kids mumbled sorry and then ran off again, the lady trailing after them. You pulled yourself out of the water and grabbed your bag on the chair next to you. You looked down and a string of curses left your lips. Your shirt was entirely see through, from your breasts and all the way down your stomach. Not to mention how your shorts clung to your butt.

Sighing you grabbed your bag and walked quickly to the lobby. Trying to avoid as much people as you could, you let your head hang low and tried to make your bag cover as much of your torso as it could. In the lobby there was a group of four boys all standing in the corner, waiting for the elevator. As you walked past you heard their conversation cease and all their heads turned to you. Feeling heat rise to your face you quickly turned and hurried to the stairwell to go that way instead. Almost running up the stairs you hurried to your room. Grabbing your key cared out of your bag, you swiped it, unlocking the door with a little click. Sighing you went to push the door open, but someone behind you grabbed your wrist. 

The stranger quickly spun you around and opened your hotel room door.  Guiding you in he pressed you against the wall, his face inches from yours. He had tan skin and fluffy black hair, and a grin on his face like he just hit the jackpot. You recognized him from the group of boys in the lobby.

"Hey beautiful.” He leaned in towards your ear to whisper, catching your earlobe between his teeth. “I’m Calum, what’s your name?" 

Surprising Calum and yourself, you let out a moan. Calum broke out in a grin again and started to kiss and suck all around your neck. 

"Y/N.” You said between small moans. 

“Well Y/N, you teased me with that see-through shirt of yours, and I just couldn’t help myself." 

You snaked your arms around his waist and pulled him closer to you, his hard-on pressed against your leg. 

"Then do something about it.” You told him, starting to suck on his jaw. 

It was his turn to moan, as you lightly bit on his skin and then let your tongue swirl around the mark. Before you could start trailing down his neck, he picked you up by the thighs and walked you over to the bed, lightly throwing you down. You shifted up so your head was on the pillow, your body instantly relaxing. Calum was hovered over you, his arms on either side of you. 

“This needs to go.” He growled while tracing the outline of your breasts. 

His hands found their way under your shirt and peeled it off. The sudden temperature change caused you to shudder. Then his hands found the way to your soaked bra, expertly unhooking it and throwing it across the room. He grabbed your two breasts in his big hands, flicking and twirling the nipples with his thumbs. You let your head fall back and low moans escape your lips. His head lowered down to put one of your breasts in his mouth. He started to suck hard, causing you to moan louder and louder. He then switched his attention to your other breast, and your toes started to curl. 

Calum brought his head back up to your lips and kissed you again, your bare chest pressed against his clothed one. Your hands traveled down his chest to the hem of his black tank top. You pulled it above his head and threw it on the floor, staring at his lean chest you held back a groan.  You let your hands roam down from his shoulders to the waistband of his pants. You started to unbuckle his belt, but before you could get it off Calum grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head.

“Eager, arn’t we?” His head turned to the side, as he looked down at you. “But you’re going to have to wait baby girl." 

Your panties dampened at the pet name he called you, making you want to moan. His hands found the waistband of your shorts and he pulled them down, taking your panties with them. You groaned when he hooked his arms around your knees, slowly pulling you to the edge of the bed. Once your lower back hit the edge of the bed he stopped pulling and got on his knees. Slowly he put his hands on your knees and pushed your legs open. His fingers trailed over the insides of your thigh, leaving goosebumps where ever he touched. Your legs were already tightening and your breathing was labored. Calum just chuckled, his faces inches from where you needed him the most. 

"I havn’t even touched you yet, baby girl." Calum’s voice was huskier as he looked back up at you, raising an eyebrow. 

He places kisses on both your thighs, and one chaste kiss on your heat. 

"Ca-Calum do something, please!” You cried out, bucking your hips. 

Calum obeyed you and licked a bold stripe up your heat, stopping to suck on your clit. All the anticipation that this built up caused his actions to effect you more than usual. He placed his lips on your clit and sucked and swirled his tongue. 

“M-More.” You moaned, your hands lacing through his hair and pushed his head down. Just the sight of him between you made your legs shake.  

Calum hummed, the vibration causing you to cry out. He took two of his fingers and pressed them against your entrance, and without warning he slid them in. His fingers curled upwards and tugged at your g-spot while his tongue worked on your clit. The two actions caused the familiar knotting sensation in your lower stomach. 

“I’m close.” You whimpered out and Calum sped his fingers up. 

“Cum for me baby girl.”

The vibrations set you off the edge as you released over his fingers. His fingers continued to pump in and out, trying to milk your orgasm to the most. You were in complete bliss, seeing stars. You finally came down from your high, your head spinning with pleasure. 

He brought himself up back to your face and let his fingers trace your mouth. You opened your mouth and he placed his fingers in. You sucked and swirled what was left of yourself, not breaking eye contact with Calum. He groaned as you sucked his fingers dry and when you finished he gave you a kiss. 

“This must be uncomfortable.” You said, looking at his hard-on poking his jeans to a point. 

You popped his buttons undone, and pulled his pants along with his boxers down. He let out a sigh as he was finally released. He flipped you over so you where straddling him. 

“Ride me baby girl.” He moaned and you nodded. 

Pumping him a few times in your hand first, you lowered yourself on him. Both of you moaned out as you finally got the contact you needed. You placed your hands on his chest and lifted yourself up and then back down. Bobbing up and down, you found a steady rhythm. Calum let his hands attach to you bouncing breasts, flicking your nipples between his fingers. You started to swivel your hips and coming back down on him harder. You felt him twitch inside you as he closed his eyes and let out a grunt.

“I’m close.” He groaned and grabbed your hips, thrusting upwards. 

With one last powerful thrust he hit your g-spot, and you cried out. He twitched one last time and then released into you. You continued to move, trying to milk out his orgasm. Your lower stomach was already burning, threatening to let go at any second. Calum brought his thumb down to you clit and started to rub sloppy figure eights, trying to speed up your release. With one last bounce you screamed out. Your orgasm took over you, your legs shaking and your head fell into the crook of his neck. Your breath came back to normal as you came down from your second orgasm. Your feeling of euphoria slowly ebbing off. 

You rolled off of Calum and let his arms pull you closer, your hair sprawled over the pillow. 

“How long are you going to be here for?” Calum asked.

“For the rest of the week.” You answered and turned to lok at him. 

Grinning he said. “Guess I’ll have to remember your room number.”

sorry this is pretty late, i’ve had exams all week but i’m finally out of school so i will have loads more time to write! ~ Riley 

Unfinished melody part I // reader x ???

Originally posted by drowned-in-daydreams

Okay I know the title seems cheesy af but whatever…

Genre: Angst (then fluff and/or smut lol lets see how this goes…)

Summary: A failed confession left you shattered and humiliated, you relieved yourself by writing music… only, there was something wrong with it, like it was missing something, but what? Little did you know the answer was in the knowledge of someone you’d never thought you’d come across…

Word count: 2k (if you want exacts: 2,008 -including headings-)

Warnings/Triggers: mild swearing(?)

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Happy (Barry Allen x Reader)

A/N: This imagine was not requested but I wanted to write it for so looong :O I love it so muuuuch! Hope you guys will too! Love you! And be good! And stay safe.

Pairing: Barry Allen x Reader

Warnings: I think there is one swear word or something

Originally posted by omgistrue

           First time he saw her, he thought she was the most beautiful woman ever walking this earth. Her polka-dots sundress was moving with her every time she scribbled something on the black board and her Y/H/C hair were tied into a ponytail that jumped happily with each movement. Her beautiful smart eyes were looking at the classroom full of mesmerised children with a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights.

             She was beautiful. He didn’t really know what she was teaching them, but she did it with such passion, that everyone was listening. Not one child was misbehaving, nobody was talking, all of them were drinking the words spilling from her mouth.

             When he and Joe entered the classroom quietly, none of the kids looked in their direction. She momentarily looked at them, gracing them with polite smile and finished the thought.

‘Remember to think about how we could improve the Flash’s speed! We’ll talk about it on the next lesson, so I expect all of you to have some input okay?’ she said and to him her voice was a the  most wonderful sound.

             He wouldn’t mind listening to her voice always. He wasn’t the only one. Children nodded, taking their bag packs and leaving saying their goodbyes to Miss Y/L/N. After the classroom was empty, she turned to them and Barry could finally see her whole. If he thought she was beautiful from the window, now he knew that for certain.

‘Joe!’ Her eyes lightened up and she approached them, her pony tail bouncing with each step. ‘And Barry, I suppose.’

             She extended her perfectly manicured hand in his direction. He was staring at it for few seconds, thinking about that perfection and then took it, realising how silly he was being. Her hand was soft and he blushed only by looking at her face.

‘How did you know?’ he asked and mentally kicked himself.

‘I used to work in your lab, when you were in a coma’ she said, smiling lightly not letting go of his hand ‘And Joe here told me all about his boy’

             Barry blushed violently once again and she laughed. Joe told him about a girl that was subbing for him as a lab rat before, but he never expected her to be so pretty.

‘I’m Y/N, by the way’ she said ‘What brings you gentlemen to my classroom?’

             Second time he saw her; she was getting coffee from Jitters. Her hair was down and she had a different sundress, this time floral one. She was making small talk with the barista, laughing at something she said. He forgot that her laugh sounded like bells.

             She was waiting for a coffee, still smiling when she saw him. Her eyes flashed with excitement and she waved at him.

‘Barry Allen! Fancy meeting you here’ she said ‘How is your case going?’

‘It’s actually solved’ he said, returning a smile. ‘How is helping the Flash with his speed going?’

             He wanted to ask her out. He didn’t really know why, but she seemed so pure and kind. And the way she treated her children, the passion in her eyes when she was teaching… It called to him. He wanted to be a part of her life so badly and he still didn’t know why. She had this magnetism in her that just spoke to him.

‘Well, the kids had some quite good ideas’ she laughed ‘But I thought that him running naked wasn’t the best option.’

             Despite himself, he blushed again. He was doing that a lot when it came to her. He wasn’t sure why.

‘Anyway, I have a class in twenty minutes and I need to get those kids excited about science.’ She said looking at him.

             He saw hesitation in her eyes and after a moment she looked like she made up her mind. She reached into her purse taking out a small card with something printed on it. She passed it to him with a smile.

‘You can use it, if you want to’ she said, turned around and left Jitters.

             Barry looked after her for few seconds and then looked at the small cardboard with the shining letters.

             Y/N Y/L/N, Physicist and her number underneath. He smiled to himself and had to contain his need to dance.


             Third time he saw her, was when he was picking her up for their first date. Her hair was up, and she was wearing green evening dress. She smiled at him in his suit and took his inviting arm.

             For the whole evening there was no silence and not once the smile crawled from his face. He felt his heart expanding whenever she would tell him a joke or small secret about herself. He found out that she always had passion for science, but at the same time she wanted to give back to society. To school future generations, excite people about science, since so many of them found it boring or difficult.

‘That’s why I decided to go with the Flash’ she said, sipping the wine ‘He’s a hero. He is their hero. So I used him to explain speed, velocity and acceleration… You wouldn’t believe how excited they were about learning.’

             Barry looked her in the eyes and saw how happy and safe her life was. What was he doing? Why did he invite her for a date? Why did he want to destroy that girls’ life by simply being in it?

‘Is something wrong?’ she asked, laying her hand on top of his ‘I’m sorry, I know I’m rambling. I just get really excited…’

‘No! No, Y/N, it’s not your fault I just got lost in my thoughts’ he said, noticing how warm her hand was ‘But yeah, I agree with you. I mean my science teachers are the reason why I’m doing what I’m doing today. It’s amazing what they can do. They are really underappreciated, but the truth is teachers are the real heroes. They shape the way we think. They shape our direction… And I think that’s amazing.’

             Her cheeks reddened at his words. They laughed and talked deep into the evening until the waitress told them that the restaurant was closing. They left hand in hand, not letting each other go. Barry’s thoughts gone from his mind as quickly as they appeared.

             Once they found themselves outside her apartment, he thought he didn’t want her to go. He realised that he didn’t want the night to end. It was so perfect.

‘I had fun tonight, Barry’ she whispered, looking up into his eyes ‘I’m glad we did this.’

             He nodded looking into her wonderful eyes and feeling the need to do just one more thing before they parted ways. Their lips connected, softly, shyly at the beginning. He deepened the kiss, feeling her hands connecting at the nape of his neck pushing him closer. His arms enveloped her, bringing her body closer to his. Few seconds later they had to come up for air, their foreheads touching.

‘I did too, Y/N’ he whispered, not wanting to let her go.


             The next few times he saw her; he was being a creepy stalker. He visited her in his flash suit, not really wanting her to notice him. He wanted to make sure she was safe and happy.

             Each time she would take out her phone and frown at the lack of messages from him, would bring back the guilt in his stomach, but he knew that it was for the best. He knew what being the hero meant and he decided to not put anyone else at risk. She was lovely, hell, she was perfect, as Iris would describe her, she came from the rare breed of adorable nerds.

             He felt so happy in her presence and he knew she felt happy in his. He just couldn’t bring himself to be selfish enough to risk her life. He was pretty sure, he was falling for her after just three meetings and he wanted to save his and her heart from even more pain.

             Joe saw right through him. He noticed that one night he came back all happy and then his mood was slowly deteriorating. He tried putting some sense into Barry’s head, but to no avail. That’s when he decided to take matters into his own hands.

             Joe saw the interest in their eyes the moment they’ve met. Once Barry told him about their date, he started to ship them. He wanted his son to be happy and of course he knew that Y/N was perfect for him. Not to mention that he orchestrated their meeting perfectly. He could’ve taken anyone to go and meet her the first time, but he decided to take Barry. He was so frustrated once Barry decided to go and mess everything up.

             He brought the phone to his ear and called Y/N.


             The day was grey and Barry was tired. He looked for the hundredth time at the file and still couldn’t come up with a correlation between two cases he was working on. He was getting frustrated and that was not a good thing. It was his job, god damn it. And he was supposed to be good at it. Before he could throw some stuff around, a shy knock brought him back from his self-pity party.

             He looked up to see Y/N, her smile tight, never reaching her eyes. She looked amazing in green sweater, with the white collar from shirt sticking out from underneath it and black jeans.

‘Um, hi…’ she said her voice cold ‘Joe said that you could use some help with that.’

             Barry looked at her and cursed Joe in his mind. He knew well what he was trying to do and he didn’t like it one bit. Well, maybe he did. He was so happy to see her, his heart jumping in his chest. He wanted to take her into his arms and never let go.

‘Yeah…’ he said, his hand awkwardly massaging the back of his head ‘I can’t find the correlation between those two crime scenes…’

             She approached him slowly, trying to avoid any eye contact. She seemed embarrassed and that hurt him. He didn’t want to make her feel that way. She probably thought that he didn’t want to be with her, because of something she did. But that wasn’t the case, that could never be the case. She was perfect, she was perfect for him and it fucking hurt him that he couldn’t be with her.

             She took the file, sitting in the chair next to him. Her eyes running through the sentences, her brows furrowing in concentration. She was quiet for few minutes, drawing shapes on the piece of paper. He admired how beautiful she looked when she was trying to find the solution. He lived for the small sounds she made when she was thinking and he fallen hard the moment her lips turned up in the triumphant smile.

             She explained the solution slowly, trying to contain excitement in her voice. She was so proud of herself and that made him smile. He was amazed at how quickly she managed to find the correlation and he couldn’t contain the proudness he felt.

‘You are a genius!’ he said taking her hand.

             Before he could think about what he was doing, she took her hand from his, frowning and standing up. He realised how many mixed signals he was sending her way and felt stupid.

‘Sometimes you just need a pair of fresh eyes’ she said quietly, turning to go.  

‘Y/N…’ he started.

             She turned around sending him a sad smile. His heart broke right then.

‘I get it, Barry’ she said quietly ‘I just got more invested than you did.’

             She turned and left his lab, taking his heart along with her.


             He thought about her non-stop after their short conversation in the lab. He couldn’t get her out of his head and realised that he really didn’t want to. Y/N was a girl he wanted to be with. He wanted to make her laugh, listen to her rambles and share his fun science facts with. He wanted to take her out for dinners and coffees and eventually wake up next to her. He knew he was being selfish but he decided to do everything in his power to get her back. That decision took too much time to make and he had to somehow undo what he’s done for the past weeks.

             He was on his way to talk to her when he saw her in the dark alley. Her yellow dress stained by dirt and torn, her eyes wide in shock and tears flowing down her cheeks. She stood over a man who was cursing and crying out. Another man was standing few feet away, looking at her with murder written all over his face. He grabbed her arm violently and tried to bring her closer to him. She was fighting trying to get him off of her, shouting.

             Barry without a second thought ran to him at a full speed and punched him in the face knocking him down. Y/N looked at him with wide eyes, understanding flashing in them.

‘Barry…’ she started, not really knowing what to say.

‘Give me two seconds’ he whispered, taking both offenders to jail.

             He came back and looked at her, trying to find any signs of injury. She was okay. He thanked all the beings he knew and brought her into his arms. She grabbed him with all the strength she had in her and he felt her shuddering.

             He picked her up, bridal style and ran her to her home. He sat her down on her couch and sat next to her. Without a second thought, she crawled on his lap and cuddled into him. He felt her tears staining his shirt and the anger he felt towards two men was indescribable. His arms enveloped her tightly and he let her cry.

‘You are safe now’ he whispered into her hair ‘Nobody will ever hurt you again, I promise.’

             After few minutes she passed out, all adrenaline leaving her body. She was tired and beaten up. He laid a small kiss on her forehead letting her rest.

             Now she knew his secret. And it was already too late for his heart.


‘Hello, sunshine’ she said, her voice lightening up his day already.

             She laid a small kiss on his lips and sat down opposite him in Jitters. They were dating for few weeks now and they couldn’t be happier. After their encounter that night, Y/N finding out his secret and him saving her, they were inseparable. They were going out on dates, spending nights together and overall being the happiest couple around. She met his friends in S.T.A.R labs and was slowly becoming an essential addition to their team.

             She was using her degree to help Barry and was quickly figuring out the speed equation, which would eventually help him go even faster.

‘Hi, Y/N’ he said, admiring her, no longer from a distance.

             He realised that he could be happy. He could be selfish for once in his life and just be happy. And Y/N was the one thing that did just that. She was a sunshine on the cloudiest day always smiling and always bringing him up. When he thought about her, he didn’t see her as a weakness, he saw her as his strength. His will to fight and do good. For her and for all the people of the Central City.

             Barry Allen was happy and there was nobody that could take that away from him.


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In My Way - Chapter 3

AO3 link, First Chapter

Genre: Chaptered. Actor!Dan AU, fluff, bit of angst, slow burn, getting together (eventually)

Summary: Fiction. Daniel Howell is 21 and Britain’s newest star. He’s just been cast in the much-anticipated film adaption of Last Man Standing, the popular teen fantasy novel with a huge fanbase hanging off his every tweet. In other words, Dan has made it big.

Phil Lester couldn’t care less. He’s a stressed out PHD student working part time at a bookshop while he struggles to get into post-production. He’s 26 and still lives in a tiny flat on the fifth floor of a building with a lift more broken than it is in use. He loves books, but he thinks big film adaptions screw with the plot too much.

Needless to say, Phil is less than impressed when Last Man Standing is getting filmed in his hometown. And he certainly doesn’t want anything to do with obnoxious, arrogant, so irritatingly perfect leading actor Daniel Howell.

Warnings: Swearing, Ace!Phil, Bi!Dan,

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anonymous asked:

oh! your last post is just so awesome! I'm dying of joy xD please stay inspired! Can I have some angsty scenarios with Akaashi, Oikawa & Nishinoya about being their friend-in-love and find out they're dating with someone else? it would be nice to have a happy ending xD

Thank you!! So, this is a tad long. Sorry! But I get so wordy with angsty stuff. Hope you enjoy!


He was ready today. Today he would rip apart whatever held him next to you. He had decided weeks ago, such a long time ago; that if he couldn’t bear to stand next you without thinking of reaching for your hand, he would end this friendship with you. Oh, the word itself tasted bitter in his mouth. And it had only gotten worse since he had seen some other guy talking to you, making you laugh and touching your hair.

You had smiled that day, “I think he really likes me. What do you think, Keiji?”

It was sheer mockery using his name like that. Or a test. He forced himself to smile, a tender one, hoping to return the joke, “If you like him, then you should date him.”

He would do the right thing and let you go. But what he really wanted to do, what he craved, was to push you against the nearest wall and claim what was his. But, that day, he had watched you turn on your heel and follow that bastard down the hall. The bitterness dancing in his mouth almost made Akaashi gag.

So, today, he would end it. Whatever it was.

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Prompt: They find out Jon's parentage and it's decided Jon and Sansa should get married since they're cousins and could rule together; they have feelings for each other but have fought against them because they think it's impossible for the other one to feel the same way. They wed and when they go to their chambers for the bedding Jon can't stand it anymore and stops fighting his feelings so he kisses her desesperately after closing the door. Feelings confession and wedding night. Thank you xoxo

So I took some liberties with this prompt, I hope you don’t mind. This kind of called for some smut, which I don’t write for some personal reasons, but I think it still came out fairly steamy ;)

Either way, Jon x Sansa wedding night au is always a win in my opinion! Thanks for the prompt.

It took them three whole days after Jon’s true parentage was revealed for the council to suggest he marry Sansa.

“She’s my sister,” he told them, stubbornly avoiding eye contact with the girl in question.

“She is the true daughter of Lord Eddard Stark, something you can no longer claim,” Lady Maege insisted.

Just like her daughter that one, every word out of her mouth was as blunt as lead.

“Besides which, you now have a true claim to the Seven Kingdoms,” Lord Davos continued.

“I don’t want the Seven Kingdoms,” Jon reminded them.

“What you want is not the point,” Davos said, somewhat regretfully. “What we need is as many men as we can get to fight the Others when they come, and we’ll have plenty more if we manage to take the Iron Throne. Her ladyship is kin to the Lord of the Vale and the Lord of the Riverlands. If you were to marry her than you would earn the loyalties of three kingdoms without a drop of blood shed.”

Jon pounded his fist on the table in frustration.

“I will not force Sansa to marry again,” he told them. “She has been used quite enough as it is.”
“You speak of me as if I am not here,” Sansa finally spoke up, catching Jon’s eye.

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Becommissar Week Day 6

Beca continued her walk to the coffee shop as normal. She had long ago forgotten about the concept of soulmates, even though she has the tattoo. Her mother and father were supposed to be soulmates, and what did that get her mom? A cheating ex-husband and a fatherless child. So, no, Beca doesn’t care about her tattoo. She knows it’s going to happen sooner or later, but she doesn’t care. That’s why she got a pair of headphones tattooed over her partner‘s name, so she didn’t have to see it anymore. But that didn’t work. Apparently if you get it covered, or blown up or something like that, it just moves. So now it’s on her abdomen, away from anyone’s eyes, instead of on her forearm like everyone else’s. Even if you get it covered, you can still feel it. She can feel the letters on her stomach, like a burn that never goes away, forming the name. Luisa.

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Breaking Point


by LordnLadyJ

Summary: If she was Thomas’ weakness, then he was hers. If she left things as they were, she’d chase after him until his rejection and indecisiveness crushed her heart to dust. Maybe it was time to let him go. (An alternate take on the fourth Hunt date, Dinner Party. Some dialogue was kept the same, but for the most part it follows its own course and the ending is different. Pure angst all the way through with several spoilers. No warnings. 4,300+ words.)

As soon as she set foot in Thomas’ house, Tory knew that one way or another, things would come to an end that night.

Contrary to what Thomas might have thought, Tory wasn’t completely happy with her feelings for him. She had her own career to think about, her own reputation to put at risk should they enter a relationship. Hell, the fact that she was even pursuing him in the first place could cost her the respect of her peers and potential business connections. She had her pride, too. It was humiliating chasing after him like a desperate fangirl. She normally wasn’t the type to go after someone if they turned her down and as much as she cared for Thomas, there was a limit to how much she was willing to degrade herself for him.

The date auction would have been her last straw. When he left her in that bar, Tory was going to let him go. That was her third attempt, her strike three. If Thomas wasn’t going to embrace his feelings for her then, then it was time for her to move on. But then he came back for her, saved her from that disgusting frat boy and told her she was his weakness. That night, after an awkward farewell, Tory returned to her dorm with a melted heart and renewed hope. Maybe, just maybe, Thomas would be open to discuss the possibility of a relationship with her.

Fast forward to the evening of the dinner party, where Thomas’ cold greeting dashed all of Tory’s hopes of this event being in any way pleasant for her. At first, she was shocked. Why was he suddenly being so cold to her? She caught on quickly, though, as the treatment continued and Thomas ignored her in favor of his other guests. It seemed as though Thomas had forced whatever happened between them after the charity auction “date” out of his memory and he was back to avoiding her.  She was hurt and angry that he was pushing her away again, not to mention embarrassed. Addison might have been the only other person present that was aware of the private conflict between her and Thomas, but that didn’t make how open he was being about his apparent distaste for her in front of his students and colleagues any less humiliating for her.

Then there was Marianne…

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