i know angerer has one too

Keith: “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

So does this mean Keith cries whenever he’s faced with something personal? This implies that he cries regularly for some reason (or used to), though that reason is still speculation. But seeing how he has a temper (and realizes that), I’m betting that dealing with personal issues does, in fact, make Keith very upset, which is probably why he doesn’t do it. Some people in fandom think Keith isn’t very emotional, or has very strict control over his emotions, but I’ve always thought it was the opposite. I think Keith just removes himself from potentially emotional situations when he can so as to prevent himself showing emotion or getting upset (like how he never said a single word to Allura after she found out he was Galra. He just stayed quiet while she was angry and even after she later approached him, he didn’t say much because that, too, would likely have made him upset). Anger is harder to reel in on the spot, so him losing his temper is more expected, but I’m betting Keith knows that horrible, suffocating feeling that wells up through you when you’re upset and can’t stop the tears. And so he avoids it whenever possible, thus resulting in him avoiding talking about his personal issues. 

Unlike Lance, who is often portrayed in fanon as the emotional one, but that I think has considerable emotional control. Lance very rarely gets upset or loses his temper, despite his insecurities and how much he misses his family. He jokes around and whines, sure, but that’s a conscious kind of display that he uses, I think, as a defense mechanism. The only time in the show that I think Lance has gotten honestly angry (and I don’t mean simply annoyed like when the black lion rejected  him (although I think that did upset him to a certain extent) or desperate like when he was trying to pull Keith back in season 3) is when Shiro chose Keith over him to go into the Marmora Base. Lance gives off an aura of emotionalism as a way of hiding how he really feels, and even when he does get angry, he pulls back quite quickly and doesn’t usually end up yelling, like Keith does. 

Just some character thoughts I guess.    

Signs as Overwatch Characters Based Off What I Know of Them
  • Aries: Torbjörn, intimidating but with a squishy side, stubborn as hell and not afraid to throw someone into the ring of fire when angered
  • Taurus: McCree or Roadhog, either way they end up on the Chaotic side of the alignment and tend to be either really good at smooth talking or always on Edge™
  • Gemini: Tracer, energy everywhere, the one who thinks that ice cream is okay for dinner, no one knows how much they actually sleep or if they do, mentally exhausted but always has their signature smile
  • Cancer: Reaper, so edgy and emotional, always trying too hard, it's okay if you don't win ever Uno game, probably needs a hug
  • Leo: Lúcio, it doesn't matter if you've got this or not cause you're going to have fun, probably has a playlist for each mood and or at least a good study/work playlist, that friend that pays for your meals with any IOUs taken
  • Virgo: Hanzo or Zarya, get some sleep, could scam you with their knowledge but chooses not to, cherish their smiles, collects small knick-knacks everywhere they go
  • Libra: Mei or Symmetra, they like going to the pool over the ocean or lake, drinks tea over coffee, will Roast You™ regardless of standing friendships
  • Scorpio: Widowmaker, tries to act detached but always has that one person in the group who reels them in, probably good at making hot chocolate, likes fluffy socks, embarrassed by subtle romantic things
  • Sagittarius: D.Va or Soldier: 76, will fight you anywhere anytime, meet them in the ball pit, highly skilled at one thing and the rest doesn't matter to them, dad jokes
  • Capricorn: Genji, arrogant arse who thinks they're above everyone, sometimes gives sound advice, is the kid who sat on windowsills and staring out the window in an attempt to be Cool™, closeted weeb
  • Aquarius: Sombra, will fight for you but ultimately there for their own objectives, they're happiest when they're free, craves sweets everyday, high impulse control
  • Pisces: Mercy, tries to be nice but it usually backfires, Absolutely Done with everyone, gives second chances but not thirds, the one who smiles as they kill you
Green Day songs for when you are feeling ________

Joy/hopeful: 99 Revolutions, 21st Century Breakdown, Carpe Diem, Forever Now, Good Riddance (Time of your life), Holiday, 21 Guns, King for a Day, Last of the American Girls, Minority, Ordinary World, Outlaws, Revolution Radio, See the Light, Somewhere Now, Still Breathing, Sweet 16, Waiting, Welcome to Paradise, ¡Viva la Gloria!

Love: 1,000 Hours, 80, 2,000 Light Years Away, Dry Ice, Fell for you, Hearts Collide, Last Night on Earth, Missing you, Only of you, Redundant, Scattered, See you tonight, Stay the Night, Sweet 16, The one I want, Whatsername, When it’s Time, Youngblood

Anger: Bab’s Uvula Who?, Brat, Christian’s Inferno, East Jesus Nowhere, Letterbomb, F.O.D, Ha Ha You’re Dead, Having a Blast, Horseshoes and Handgrenades, Kill the DJ, Know your Enemy, Platypus(I Hate You), Say Goodbye, Take Back, You Lied

Confusion: A Little Boy Named Train, Are We the Waiting, Armatage Shanks, Coming Clean, Going to Pasalacqua, Jaded, Knowledge, Loss of Control, One for the Razorbacks, One of my lies, The Static Age, Too Dumb to Die, Walking Contradiction, Why do you want him?, X-Kid

Sadness/Pain: Amy, Give me novacaine, Macy’s Day Parade, Misery, No one knows, Outlaws, Pulling Teeth, Restless Heart Syndrome, Wake Me Up When September Ends, Whatsername, Words I Might Have Ate

Pity/Desperation: Brutal Love, Church on Sunday, Emenius Sleepus, Hitchin’ a Ride, Lazy Bones, Misery, Murder City, Oh Love, Paper Lanterns, Pulling Teeth, The Forgotten, Walk Away, ¿Viva La Gloria? (Little Girl)

Disgust: 86, All the Time, Jackass, Nice Guys Finish Last, Platypus (I hate you), Prosthetic Head, Reject, Sick of Me, Stuart and the Ave., The Grouch

Bored: Christie Road, Last Ride In, Lazy Bones, Longview, Rest, Rotting, Sassafras Roots, Tired Of Waiting For You, When I Come Around

Afraid: 16, Don’t wanna fall in love, Don’t leave me, No Pride, Peacemaker, Road to Acceptance, Troubled Times, Warning, X-Kid, Working Class Hero

Anxiety: Basket Case, Brain Stew, Burnout, No Pride, One of My Lies, Panic Song, Stuck With Me, Suffocate, Who Wrote Holden Caulfield?

Alone: Boulevard Of Broken Dreams, Castaway, Disappearing Boy, Jesus Of Suburbia, Misery, Missing You, Suffocate, Walking Alone

Jealousy: Chump, In The End, Nice Guys Finish Last, Paper Lanterns

mr-starkasm  asked:

1- About Tony being the Villians' Favorite: CW happened and they get access to footage of the Siberia fight and they realize that cap could have killed Tony and they're like "how dare you???? Who do you think you are???" and at this point it's not even about who is going to kill Iron Man anymore, it's because Tony is the only one able the keep up with them, he gives them a good challenge, he has the best sarcastic answers for all the villian monologue, they don't even want to harm people anymore

2- they want to fight Tony to see who has the best weapons, who is smarter (it’s always Tony) so the rogues come back and they realize something: the bad guys barely attack Tony, they go out of their way to avoid attacking Tony and antagonize team cap and when confronted with this they say “well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how

3- how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind” (and they keep getting her name wrong, they call her wilma, wendy, marta omg i love this headcanon where no one gets her name right)

Why thank you for this brilliant headcanon, darling! (I love that mixing up Wanda’s name post too, wasn’t there one where Thor always got it wrong and played stupid? It’s brilliant)

I just really like that the villains enjoy fighting Iron Man because he’s as much of a drama queen as they are–he knows how to put on, and more importantly how to appreciate, a good show, you know? Fighting Iron Man is like playing a really challenging game of chess, where they take each other’s weapons and minions out without hesitation, but even when the king loses, he’s never actually taken off the board (yup that metaphor sucks, I apologise to every chess player out there). 

And well, of course it’s also about pride. Everything is about pride. The villains who most frequently engage with Iron Man in combat obviously keep a score. They keep an eye on who gets the most hits in, who deals the most damage, who does a strategical retreat and so on. They also keep track on which Avenger is the most likely to interrupt their fun, so they know whom to take out in the beginning of a fight.

Only then one of them gets their hands on footage of a certain Siberian bunker and this shit suddenly gets serious. Iron Man could’ve been taken out (worth 150 points) by someone who isn’t even recognises as an official player and THAT CAN NOT STAND. 

(It’s got nothing to do with the fact that maybe Tony Stark isn’t all that bad, you know, for a superhero. Nope. It’s all about the game and wanting those 150 points to themselves. Their professional pride is on the line here, okay. It’s not because of feelings. Feelings aren’t a part of the villain manual.)

So, they adapt. They’re villains, they’re used to it. Admittedly usually because the hero pulls some impossible stunt at the last second because they stubbornly refuse to die, but that’s neither here nor there.

First, they assign someone to keep track on Stark. It’s not a protective duty. It’s just…an insurance. To make sure no outside influence becomes a serious threat to their fun. Besides after all this time they’ve invested into fighting Iron Man, should he ever actually lose, they all agree they have earned this honour. Not some lucky upstart or fucking turncoat.

Second, certain forces need to be taken out. Officially it’s destroying the competition–a perfectly acceptable, villainous goal–, unofficially some people take their hatred for Iron Man a little too far. And when you already have to watch out for the supposed heroes, you can’t afford some crazy nutcase to pop up every time you turn your back on Stark.

Then the Rogue Avengers come back. The villains have dragged it out for as long as possible, an obscene amount of bribes have gone into ensuring the Congress isn’t too forgiving too quickly, but Stark is determined to get the Rogues pardoned for whatever reason, and that’s not a battle they can win in the long run.

And that’s a problem. The Rogues have access to Stark in ways they have not. Thankfully at least Stark doesn’t stay at the Avengers’ compound anymore. That gives them a small reprieve.

(They don’t worry. Villains do not worry. It’s not in their genetic code, nor their moral codex for that matter.)

There’s a very serious discussion about grazing the stupid compound into the ground, but in the end they decide not to do it. For one, the risk of the Rogues being granted access to the Stark Tower is just too great. For another, it’s convenient to have a return address they could graze into the ground, should the Rogues ever cross a certain line.

Next, the villains create a time table. Whereas the media used to joke about the ‘weekly villain attacks’ back in the day, there are now carefully scheduled weekly attacks for real. It helps them to vent some of their frustration, at the right target no less. It also has the added benefit of keeping the Rogues busy.

Of course Iron Man joins in on the fun more often than not, but he isn’t the main target like he used to be, isn’t singled out. If anything it’s the Rogues that are being singled out, and they always bear the brunt of the fight.

(They do not go easy on Iron Man. They do not. They have simply shifted the focus of their game. Damage dealt to the Rogues is now worth way more points than before, and since every villain wants to take the lead, it’s only rational they concentrate on the most worth-while targets. That’s all there is to it.)

The first time one of them makes Wanda Maximoff scream in rage is an accident. To their great shame it’s not even a real villain who accomplishes it, it’s a fairly new minion who interrupts the shouting match between his boss and the witch with an annoyed, “Oh, shut up, Wen–Vick–Wally, whoever the fuck you are, I’m trying to concentrate here!”

It becomes a running gag then, to never call the witch by her name, and the longer they keep the joke alive, the more frustrated the witch becomes.

(The minion gets a well-earned raise.)

Eventually the Rogues catch on. Eventually they begin to ask questions. Giving them more ridiculous answers every time becomes another running gag. Inevitably though Rogers eventually runs into Cross Bones who has a tendency of taking his fights with Captain America too personal.

“Well someone has to defend Mr Stark since all his supposed friends wouldn’t hesitate on turning their backs on him for some spoiled hydra agent who doesn’t know how to control their anger but sure knows how to fuck up people’s mind!” he snaps. Then uses the frozen state of the stunned Captain to his advantage to break the man’s nose with a very satisfying crack. Because, hello, villain.

(He then promptly dives to the side to push a crying kid out of the way a crumbling building. Not because he cares about who gets hurt of course. Villains don’t care about this stuff. But everyone knows Tony Stark cares about it.)

He gets twenty-five points for breaking Roger’s nose. He also gets a “I don’t know why, but if a guy like Cross Bones decides to save a kids’ life I’m not gonna sit around complaining about it.” and a thumbs up from Tony Stark in that night’s talk show. 

(He does not care more about the thumbs up than about the points. His fellow villains are not jealous.)

There are a lot of villains-saving-civilians-and-innocent-bystanders incidents after that.

(Not that anyone cares what Tony Stark thinks. The saving people thing simply earns them bonus points. Bonus points are important.)



Stripped - Part 1

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Jensen Ackles. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 1,175

“Well, shit. I was expecting room service but fuck that noise. Wanna be my breakfast, sweet girl?” Jensen sucks in his bottom lip, practically radiating sin while his eyes drink you in. Who the hell answers the door like that? Jensen motherfucking Ackles.

“No thanks.” You smirk in amusement, taking in the rock star’s disheveled but still delicious appearance. This man will make or break your fucking world, you’re still torn which way you want it to go.

“Then how will I know if you’re a good girl or a bad girl?” 

“I have to say…you’re even more entertaining than I thought you’d be.” The giggle that slips past your lips erases Jensen’s arrogant smile, a pissed off scowl is now staring back at you.

“I’m too hung over for fucking games. Who the hell are you?” He abruptly snarls, chugging down the vodka hiding in his glass of orange juice.

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loki laufeyson x reader

words: 1238

warnings/notes: pre that ragnarok end credit scene so some spoilers !!

request:  could you maybe do a Loki one shot maybe with him and a Asgardian girl. Where she‘s totally crushing on him but won‘t admit it. And he‘s his cocky self and flirts with her. She‘s also kind of friends with Thor and stuff and Loki gets jealous because he thinks there‘s more between them.

It had been about a week since Ragnarok and people were finally settling into their new lives. Though the ship could get quite crowded at times, you were proud of what your best friend and his rag tag group had done to save everyone, your people. But because of his new position, you’d barely gotten to spend any time with Thor. He was like a new man with his missing eye, shorter hair, and king status.

You two had finally managed a moment alone so he could tell you about his and Banner’s adventures on Sakaar. You’re listening attentively to his story of the Contest of Champions when the door opens behind you.

“Sorry, didn’t realize you had a guest,” you glance over your shoulder to see Loki turning on his heels, his tone almost condescending. He did know that you and Thor were in there alone, but he had to see what was going on. Since their return things between you and Thor seemed a little too close for Loki’s comfort

Thor waves a hand, “Nonsense, you can stay and join us. You were just as much apart of the tale.” Great.

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 Word count: 794

 It’s almost midnight, but you aren’t tired. When you order another piece of cake, Jason, a guy who has been a fellow initiate, sits beside you. You keep quiet, eating and laughing at Kevin’s jokes, the man who’s working at the bar.

 “This one was great, right, (Y/N)?”

 “One of your best, K.” You admit.

 “I haven’t seen you around lately.”

 You look at Jason with a small fake smile. “I’ve been busy.”

 “Leadership, I know. And there comes another one.” He tilts his head to the other side of the small bar, to Eric, your lovely coworker. He sits away from you, well, he rather stays away from anyone.

 “Yeah,” you say, trying to make him see that you don’t wanna talk. You heard about Jason. Always mean and cruel. Not that different from Eric, you’re aware, but Jason was a shameful fighter. You were feeling sick just to hear him breathe.

 “Where you’re living now?”

 “Where the leaders use to live.” It’s Eric who answers. You look at him, with a confused expression on your face. You didn’t know he was paying attention.

 “Wasn’t talking to you.”

 “You can take his answer as mine.”

 “I thought you didn’t need someone to talk for you, (Y/N).” Jason’s smile makes you push away your piece of cake and get up.

 “I rather not to talk to you.”

 “Why? We have nothing to lose. I’m single and so are you. And we’re in the best place in the world”

 “Are you crazy?” You turn to him again, with both your hands on your hips.

 “What’s wrong with you? You’re Dauntless now. What’s wrong with a one night stand?”

 “Being Dauntless doesn’t mean she has to be stupid like you.” Eric stands up and speaks before I can even think of a good answer.

 “Excuse me?” You whisper to him.

 “Shut up, let me deal with him,” Eric whispers back. You gasp in shock. What’s happening with him?

 “Why is he defending you?” Jason stands up too, and you feel the tension between the men.

 “I don’t know. Now, kids, go to sleep.”

 “Sure. My offer is up if you want.”

 “She won’t be your one night stand.” The anger on Eric’s voice makes you grab his arm and pull him out the bar.

 You don’t care about what’s wrong with Eric tonight, but you don’t want any problems. You let him go as soon as you’re out, but he keeps following you through the compound. Both of you live on the same corridor, but your apartment is slightly far from his. You stop next to your door and turn on your heels to face Eric.

 “Tell me what the hell was that, would you?”

 “Jason has caused enough problems. And I heard he impregnated a girl who’s raising the kid alone. I don’t want this for you.” Eric sounds weird. A weight on his voice, something you never heard before.

 “Why do you even care? You insult me and shout at me whenever you can. Why do you care now? ” You try your best to stay still and don’t let him notice that your hopes are getting high. Since your initiation, you’re completely in love with the bastard, even though he has many flaws you can’t stand. But you also try to keep both feet on the ground.

 “You’re right. I shouldn’t care. You didn’t even say thank you.” He looks at the ground and then turns to leave, but you won’t let him go without an explanation. No one, not even Eric, is allowed to mess with your life and leave like it was nothing. You walk fast until you’re before him, staring into those icy blue eyes.

 “Thank you,” you whisper. You never had the chance to stay that close to him, and to be honest, the man is even more handsome than you thought. You lose your breath for a second.

 “You’re welcome. Will you let me go now? ”


 “What do you want?”

 “Sorry.” You gather all the courage you have and pull him to you by the collar of his coat.

 Kissing Eric is an old fantasy, and right now, you couldn’t let the chance slip through your fingers. You kiss him quickly, pulling away before he gets mad.

 “Sorry.” You mutter again.

 He smiles at you, amused, and you look down.

 “That was interesting,” Eric says before leaning close and capturing you in a slowly kiss, something you never expected from him since he was all about roughness. After a while, you both pull away to breathe, but he keeps you close.

 “Well, that was interesting. You were jealous.”  You whisper, a small smile on your lips.

 “Yes. That guy will never get anywhere near you again.”

I’m not going to pretend to understand what is happening in your mind. The pain, the anger. I don’t blame you for recoiling into yourself, for keeping everyone - especially me - at a comfortable distance. No one expected this. And, I realize this was probably your worst fear that has now come to be true. All I can say is that I’m sorry and be here to support you in any way possible. If space is what you need, I’ll give you that. If it’s time, you can take that, too.

I just need you to know it’s hard watching you cope with this. It breaks my heart to see you cry, to know that you’re afraid to be close to anyone now. I feel helpless because there is nothing I can do to change this. I can’t make it all go away. I can’t alter this cruel reality or take your pain away. Oh, god, how I would love to spare you the heartache and emptiness I can only imagine you feel.

Please understand that I will not give up on you. You are not “damaged goods,” nor are you as unlovable as you believe. I have come to realize this will probably change you and perhaps make you view the world in a different light. But that doesn’t matter to me. I will be here through it all. I will love you until my last breath, and even thereafter.

—  @sixwordssayitall
The Only Exception (Part 9)

Summary: AU. Reader is given the task of running a popular love advice internet show when her coworker is fired. Her cynical attitude toward love makes her offer some harsh advice, and more than a few hearts are caught in the aftermath. Will hers be one of them?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 4,249

Warnings: language, confrontation, threats, therapy session, talks of trauma, dangerous situation, talk of messed up people. Author note under cut.

Part - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10

Originally posted by closer-to-the-edge-of-glory

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Captain Swan Fic Masterlist!

As promised here is my own Captain Swan smut Masterlist! These are all rated M (with a few exceptions) and I hope you enjoy! I will for sure be adding to this as time goes on. And if you have any that are your favorites that aren’t on this list, let me know! I love reading more! Some fic’s on this list are a given, but others you may not have read before. I tried to organize it the best I could. I hope you like them and have fun reading;)

Season 2

Emma and Killian beanstalk smut and first time.


Early season two smut, where hook captures Emma and but later feels bad and lets her go.


Angsty smut in the alley behind Granny’s when hook finds a way to get to Storybrooke in season two and asks her some questions.


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If this what you truly want, I can wear  her skin…over mine. Her hair, over mine. Her hands as gloves. Her teeth as confetti. Her scalp, a cap. Her sternum, my bedazzled cane. We can pose for a photograph. All three of us, immortalized. You and your perfect girl. I don’t know when love became elusive. What I know is no one I know has it. My father’s arms around my mother’s neck. Fruit too ripe to eat. I think of lovers as trees growing to and from one another. Searching for the same light. Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.

One Night Stand

Request: can i request a oneshot please? id like one where you and bellamy secretly like each other but you two are really sarcastic and you fight a lot and one day you two were on a mission and they had to sleep next to each other in a cave and bellamy surprise the reader by putting his arms around her in his sleep and spooning her. just this with a lot of sass and sarcasm, please? thank you :)

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, it was such a cute idea! i absolutely loved writing it. By the way, if you’ve requested and still haven’t seen it posted, I apologize. I’m working as quick as i can but i also need breaks and I don’t want to upload too much during one day. Know, that your story has been noted or already written, and is just being waited to be uploaded. I do them in the order I receive.

Warning: fluff.


Originally posted by hvproductions

“Princess!” You rolled your eyes, anger rolling off you in waves as you clenched your fists. What could he possibly want now? Straightening out, you turned to look for Bellamy only to gasp when you noticed he was directly in front of you, with no shirt.

You let your eyes wander down his chest, hating yourself for loving every inche of his body. He was rude and cocky and thought he owned the place, but he had an incredible body and you might just like him secretly. But you’ve never done or said anything in fear of rejected. Bellamy was a playboy and liked to sleep with any girl he could get his hands on, you weren’t willing to be a one night stand and why would he give it all up for just you?

But despite that you were always around him. Constantly bickering over things you didn’t agree on, arguing over stupid little things or name calling and insulting. Part of you hated it because it was so silly and you thought that Bellamy thought nothing of it. Sometimes you thought maybe you actually did really annoy him that much.

But despite that, you kept coming back because if that was the only way you were gonna ‘be’ with him, then you’d deal with it.

“What, ol’mighty king.” You snarked back, trying to not let your eyes wander any further on his chest. If he noticed what you were doing, he’d never let you live it down. But when you finally refocused on his face and not his ungodly body, you knew he’d already figured it out.

“See something you like princess?” He smirked down at you, and you fought the blush that threatened to creep up.

Smacking his arm in a none to gentle way, you glared up at him. “No, but maybe you should learn to wear a shirt.” he laughed, before finally stretching a shirt over his head. Make his hair flop slightly and just look a tad bit more adorable then it already did. Okay, now you really needed to stop.

“So, what’d you need me for?” You questioned when his chest was now covered in a blackish-purplish shirt. Part of you wandered what he needed seeing as normally he just came to bother you.

“I need you to come with me on a mission.” He stated, suddenly looking serious. A mission? Bellamy never let you go out of the camp, though you weren’t sure why. You could fight for yourself but every time you’ve tried to join on a hunting revenue or go out to grab herbs and such for Clarke, you’d been stopped by Bellamy. Which would in turn normally end up in a fight.

“Me?” You asked incredulously. “I thought I wasn’t allowed to leave camp. You said it yourself, Blake.” 

Bellamy’s eyes narrowed, and you knew you got him. He hated to be called by his last name but you still did because, well, it pissed him off. “You’re not.” He spat, and you rolled your eyes. “But, I need you specifically on this mission, so it’s just gonna be me and you.”

Ignoring the way your heart fluttered at the thought of just being alone with Bellamy, you feigned excitement. “Oh!” You smiled, smirking secretly at him. Putting on a fake accent you laughed. “How lucky am I, that i get to go one on one with King Bellamy!” You joked.

“Shut up.” Bellamy ordered, flicking you on the forehead. You immediately stopped, holding the assaulted spot. 

“Well, what are we going for exactly?” 

“There’s been reports of grounders lurking around. I need to see if that’s true.” He said and you blinked, this really didn’t seem like your type of job. But you’d finally get to go outside and with just you and Bellamy, so hesitantly, you nodded.

“When do we leave?” You asked, grabbed your pack of water that’d you been refilling. 


Turns out, the whole grounders thing had been a lie. You’d spent all day walking around and searching with Bellamy only to come up empty handed. And when you started to head home a horn had been sounded. It had scared the shit out of you but before you’d been able to ask Bellamy what it was, he’d grabbed your wrist and yanked you into a cave.

So thats where you were now. Huffing at exhaustion and trying to ignore the way your feet ached. You’d never been outside before and though Bellamy seemed perfectly calm at the green hue that floated outside, you were scared.

“What the hell was that?” You huffed, staring at the oddly calm boy before you.

“Acid fog.” He bluntly said.

Your eyes widened and you closed your eyes to take a breather. No wonder Bellamy didn’t want you out. The forest was beautiful and the air felt great, but truthfully this was all too much. “Acid fog?” You questioned.

Bellamy stopped what he was doing to look up at you, giving you a look that meant to stop questioning him. “Yes. We are most likely going to be here all night, you should get some sleep.”

Well, he was in a bad mood. Sighing you obeyed him silently, laying down you used your backpack as a pillow and tried to get comfortable. You felt slightly uncomfortable when Bellamy just directly behind you but you did your best to ignore it. 

You heard some shuffling, but ignored it figuring he was just going to lay down himself. You shivered slightly, bringing your jacket closer around you as you tried to reach for warmth. That was until two arms wrapped themselves around you and you felt warm breath on your neck. You went stiff, not sure on what to do.

You gasped when Bellamy pressed his lips against the back of your neck, bringing you in closer. Angry, you thought he was trying to get some. “Bellamy,” you snapped, “i’m not going to sleep with you.”

“What?” He asked, shocked. And you rolled your eyes. “Yeah, i’m not one of your one night stands.”

“I wasn’t trying to get you sleep with me.” He said, as he snuggled back into you. You tried to ignore the way his big strong arms felt around your waist and how warm he was, all thought of cold gone.

“Then why are you holding me?”

“Because, it’s cold and we need to share body warmth.” You tried to hide your disappointment. But what were you expecting? He would never hold you just because… he wanted to. He didn’t feel that way about you and you don’t know why you expected him to. You were nothing more than the girls he slept with and there was no way he’d having feelings for you.

“Oh,” you said. Trying not to sound too upset. “Well, thank you. I guess.” You leaned into his warmth. This may never happen again so might as well, relish in the warmth.

“Oh, and princess?” He said suddenly.


“You wouldn’t be just a one night stand.”

hope you enjoyed! Again, thank you for the request!

the right to remain silent

Okay so I recently hit a follower and a fic milestone, and my immediate reaction was just to go, “oh, nice!” and eat some ice-cream - but then my sister, who is my conscience in human form, said, “Why on earth are you congratulating yourself? You should be doing something nice for the people who made this possible!” so in the end I went “Alright alright alright have this terrible ficlet I wrote in like 20 minutes”. Thanks for everything, guys!

“my dad is a cop and i just called him and he was like “hey i have a 17 year old boy in the back of my cop car right now that i’m running him to the station” and i asked if he was cute and my dad said “Hey, my daughter wants to know if you’re cute” and the guy said “i want to say yes, sir” and my dad started laughing so hard” AU based on this post . (It was supposed to be Zutara, but honestly? It’s basically Hakoda deciding to adopt Zuko)

the right to remain silent 

“Are you okay with this, or do you want me to change the station?” Hakoda says. Silence greets him, so he glances into the rear view mirror at the boy sitting behind him, who is looking back at him with anger and apprehension and uncertainty written over his face. It’s actually a pretty impressive range of emotions he’s displaying, given the fact that the kid really only has one eye.

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Also I like how people are constantly demonizing joseph because he cheated once but the same people pay no attention to the fact that Robert Small neglected his wife and kid due to an addiction for years according to Val, and that due to it, she had so much fucking anger about it that one day she decided she was just fucking tired of being angry.

Do you know how angry someone has to be to just say “you know what? this is affecting my life way too much and I need to just…. stop being angry because this is so fucking tiring.”

but yeah, act like Joseph’s the only dad who did something wrong and hate the people who like him despite the fact that he cheated :/

The daughter's burden

Batfam X reader
Description: reader is Bruce’s actual daughter and doesn’t know about the “night jobs” that the family has. Requested.
A/n: this can end 2 ways. Really bad or really good. We’ll see. Sorry it’s long

Y/n L/n, the true daughter of Bruce Wayne. The media was having a field day when they realized that he actually had another kid. Your mom had recently died of cancer and you had never known your father. You had found a letter from her explaining your parentage and when you showed it to the woman in charge of your foster home, she had insisted on a DNA test. The results were positive.

Now here you are in a mansion with a butler, a father you never knew, and four brothers to top it off. The oldest one Dick seemed nice but you had met many people who had pretended to be nice to you to get stuff, so naturally you didn’t trust him.

Jason was…. Jason. He had been really sarcastic and rude, but the others had said he was like that with everyone and not to take it personally. Tim looked at you for five minutes (creep alert!) before shaking his head and looked at your father. “Please tell me it’s not another demon spawn.”

He was lucky that you didn’t want to get kicked out.

Damian was by far the worst of all of them. He glared at you and when he shook your hand, he tried to crush it. When you winced, he smirked and made a “tt” sound.

“Anything wrong, L/n?” He asked coldly. You glared at him with a fire in your eyes before yanking your hand out of his grip.

“You mean other than the fact that you’re an asshole? Nope, everything’s fine.” You responded. Tim laughed so hard that a tear went down his face. Damian growled before leaning close.

“Don’t test me, L/n. I can and will make your life a living hell if you annoy me too much.” He said and walked away. You kept your expression blank, not wanting the others to see you scared.

Alfred put his hand on your shoulder. “Come miss y/n. I’ll show you to your room.” He said. You looked at your new family and sighed. You had actually been hoping this would work out but now it seemed that you shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up.

“I know it’s hard to adjust, but they’ll warm up to you eventually. Master Grayson is genuinely the nice one despite your misconception that he’s leading you on. Master Todd just has a lot of anger in his heart and he tends to take it out on others.

“Master Drake is kind and he didn’t mean to offend you with his comment. I personally believe that all the coffee in his system is making him a bit too blunt. Master Damian had a harsh childhood with his mother and is scared that his father will one day stop loving him and will replace him. That’s why he was so rude.” Alfred explained.

You nodded at his words but couldn’t help still feeling bitter. “Thanks Mr. Alfred. I’m just not used to this. It used to be me and my mom but now I’m in a huge family with people who only tolerate me because of a mistake that one person made.” You said.

Alfred shook his head. “Miss y/n, you are not a mistake and don’t think of yourself as one. The boys do like you its just that they’re not showing it. Also you don’t have to call me mister. Just Alfred will do.”

He left the room and you flopped on your bed. You buried your face in your pillow and screamed your frustration out.

“Move L/n. I won’t ask you again.” Damian threatened as he tried to get around you. You were standing in the doorway, holding on to your frame as tight as you could. You didn’t want the boy to grab the notebook you had thrown into the room in front of you.

It had been your mother’s sketchbook and you had been looking at it when Damian tried to grab it from you. You fought him off but he had been very insistent. Now you were blocking his entrance, hoping he’d just give up but damn was the boy stubborn.

“No! You have no right to look at it unless I say you can and I’m not giving you permission!” You shouted.

“I wasn’t asking!” He growled as he pushed at your back. He stopped for a second and you thought that he had given up. Boy, were you wrong.

Damian reached his arm under yours and wrapped it around you. He started trying to pull you out of the doorframe. You were swearing so badly, you would’ve made Jason blush.

“What are you two doing?!” Your father shouted as he saw what his children were doing. Damian let go of you and pointed accusingly.

“She stole my sketchbook and was threatening to destroy it! Just ask the others, she was chasing me all over the house to get it.” Damian shouted. You growled.

“You fucking liar! That sketchbook was my mother’s and it’s one of the few things I have left of her. He grabbed it out of my hands and kept looking at it.”

Bruce sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose to delay the inevitable headache. “Which one of you am I supposed to believe? You both are saying it’s yours and neither of you have any proof.”

You wanted to whack your head off of something to show your frustration. “Just look inside the cover. My mother’s name should be in there.”

Bruce walked over to the book and picked it up. He opened it and walked over to the two of you. He looked right at you but handed it to Damian.

“What?! Let me see that right now!” You grabbed the book and opened it. There where your mom’s name was supposed to be was a streak of whiteout with Damian’s name in cursive right below it.

“You asshole! You white outed her name!” You shouted as you felt tears coming on. You flipped through the pages desperately, trying to prove it. “See this flower? She drew it for me on my birthday. And this sketch of the library? It took her a year to do because it’s so detailed. I was with her every time she sat down to draw it.”

Damian snorted. “The flower is from the garden outside. We have those roses in a great number. The library was my drawing and not many have the same attention to detail that I do.” He said to his father.

“I’m sorry y/n, but I believe Damian. You are quite creative though. I understand that you’re going through a hard time right now but that is no reason to steal other’s property and claim it as your own.” Your father said. You couldn’t even look at him.

You ran away from him and up to your room. You stayed in there and sobbed until you heard a knock on the door. You opened it and saw Jason there.

“What do you want?” You spat at him. His eyes widened slightly before narrowing.

“I was going to tell you that dinner was ready but since you’re being such a bitch you can just starve.” He said as he walked away.

“Hey! What makes you think you can talk to me like that!” You shouted at him. He turned around.

“I’m sorry princess.” He spat. “I didn’t realize that it only would take you a day to turn into a spoiled rich brat just like Damian.”

“I’m nothing like Damian!” You growled. “Oh yeah? You have more in common than you think. You’re both annoying and spoiled. Both of your mothers got knocked up by Bruce and he didn’t realize you existed until you got dumped on his doorstep. The only main difference is Damian actually has a place here. You don’t.” He said as he walked away.

You went down to dinner five minutes later, still fuming. You sat between Dick and Tim since they hadn’t pissed you off yet. Yet being the keyword.

Tim was looking in a book and you didn’t realize which one it was until he started complimenting Damian. You looked over and saw your mother’s notebook and you saw red. That’s when you remembered the one picture in the far back.

You grabbed the sketchbook out of Tim’s hands. He made a protest but you were already flipping to the last page. There was a picture of you that was highly detailed. Your mother always said it was her favorite one.

You stood up and showed it to the table. “See, this really was my mother’s! I was right all along.” You said. Tim rolled his eyes.

“Good for you. Now sit down and shut up. The sooner I can eat in peace the sooner I can go back to my laptop.” He muttered. You and Dick both heard him though. You got up and started walking away from the table.

“Y/n, where are you going? Come back here and stop making a scene.” Bruce said. You turned around slowly and showed him your favorite finger.

“I’m making a scene? Really? I’m making a scene just by proving that I’m right and refusing to deal with all this bullshit all of you are giving me? If anyone is making a scene it’s your sons, not me. They’ve been on my case the minute I got here and you do nothing but take their side. That’s it, I’m done.” You said as you walked to your room. Bruce sighed.

“Master Dick, please go make sure miss y/n is alright. I’ll stay here and explain to the others what mistakes they have made.” Alfred said as he came in the room. Bruce looked at him gratefully.

“Thanks Alfred.” Alfred glared at him. “Don’t thank me yet, master Bruce. I believe that you need to learn how to treat your daughter correctly, unless you want her to end up hating you. Although if that is indeed your goal, I’d say you did a fine job.” ****

Dick knocked on the door and heard a quiet sobbing stop. “Go away!” Y/n shouted at him.

“Y/n, please let me in. I just want to talk.” He said. “No you don’t! You just want to tell me that I’m horrible and that I don’t belong here.” You cried.

Dick sighed. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to do this y/n. If you’re near the door, either unlock it or stand back because one way or another I’m coming in to talk to you.”

“Fine.” You said as you unlocked your door. Dick walked in and you readied yourself for the insults. They never came. Dick wrapped his arms around you as tight as he could. When he let go, he looked at your open suitcase on your bed.

“Going somewhere?” He asked. You looked down at your feet. “I’m leaving. I hate it here and no one has been nice to me except for you and Alfred. My life has been so messed up since mom died, I figured it can’t be much worse out there.”

“Y/n, you do realize that this is the crime capital of the world, right? What on earth makes you think you’ll be safe out on the streets all by yourself?” Dick asked. You sighed and ran your hands through your h/c hair.

“I’m going to tell you a secret. You have to promise not to tell anyone else, ok?” You said. Dick nodded and you closed your eyes. A warm light filled the room and he looked down at your hand and realized that there was fire in it. He took a few steps back, startled.

“See? I can protect myself. Now I have even more of a reason to leave because you’ll probably sell me to some freak show or a lab. Besides, I got some friends in the narrows that’ll help me out.” You said as you began to pack again.

“Are you sure that you want to do this, y/n?” Dick asked and you nodded. “Fine. Go through the back yard and be careful with the fence. Don’t directly touch the spokes at the top because they’re made to shock people and it sets off an alarm. After that, follow the main road and you’ll end up right in the city.”

You looked at him strangely. “Why’re you helping me?”

“Because you’ll leave either way, and I can’t sneak you out right now. Promise me that when you find a place, you’ll send me the address so I can make sure you’re okay.”

“I promise.”

“Master Bruce, you have to realize that Miss Y/n is still grieving over her mother. Her mother was the only person in her life that truly cared for her. According to the principal at y/n’s old school, the other students didn’t get along with her. She had no other family. So when her mother got sick, there was no one to take care of her. They used up all of their savings on treatments and y/n’s mother still went into a coma.

“What the hospital never told anyone, master Bruce, was that miss y/n made the decision to take her mother off life support. They had no money left, the doctors said that it’d be better to let her die than to force her to stay alive and in pain. So y/n said to do it. And unlike you, master Bruce, there is no one she can blame for her mother’s death. You always had the reassurance that you weren’t the cause of your parents’ deaths, it was a cold blooded murderer. Y/n thinks it’s her fault and has no one to tell her otherwise.” Alfred explained.

Bruce looked down in shame. “I didn’t know. She never told me.”

“And why would she? Why would she tell a man who she just met that happens to be her father, that she thinks that she is the reason her mother is dead? You boys didn’t help at all. Master Damian, I understand that you are the one who is so scared that your father will replace you, but he won’t. That will never happen. Masters Tim and Jason however, have no good reason for this behavior.”

Jason looked at Tim and they had a silent conversation for a few seconds before Jason sighed. “We looked at the file B had set up for y/n and it said that he wanted to see how much verbal attacks she could take before she broke. We both knew he’d ask us eventually so we did it in advance.” He confessed.

Alfred gave them all a cold hard glare. “I am severely disappointed in all of you. How could you all do this to a young girl who already feels alone in this world? There are no words to convey how ashamed I am that after all this time, you were no better than the villains you fight at night. You both target the innocent and push them to the breaking point. How much longer before you start being more like them?”

He walked out of the room and they all were ashamed of themselves. Damian got up and started walking towards the stairs.

“Where are you going, hell spawn?” Jason asked. “To apologize to my sister and show her the real reason I took the sketchbook. I drew a picture of the whole family and wanted to stick it in there to prove that she was one of us. I wanted to plan a party for her since she is the only other true blood. I figured that by being cruel, she would never suspect a thing. I was right and I’m sad that I was.”

They all followed the youngest up to your room. Dick was out in the hall, leaning his back against your door. They saw a few tears trickle down his face.

“Dick what’s wrong?” Tim asked. Dick glared at them. “She’s gone. She wanted to leave so I helped her because I saw what you were doing to her. She told me her plan and I can tell by only a few bits of it, you’re never going to find her unless y/n wants to be found.”

Bruce looked at his oldest son. “Why did you do it? We were coming up here to apologize and try to fix everything. But instead you decided to let a teenage girl loose in Gotham with no means of protection?”

“Oh she’ll be fine. Can’t say the same for anyone that messes with her. I’m going home now too because I can’t stand to look at all of you anymore. Because of all of you, my new sister, who’s only been here for two days, is gone.”

A/n: I’m sorry it was so long, and it sucked. The boys were too out of character and the situation was stupid to begin with. I’m sorry. There could be a part 2 but I doubt anyone will want it.

anonymous asked:

what do you think keith's parents were like?

there are a lot of possibilities behind them and i’m open to any interpretation but as for my personal headcanon:

mother: stubborn, angry, arrogant, comes off as an asshole when you first meet her but is actually a very caring, passionate, encouraging person who’s always ready to reassure people even in the most dire of times, fiercely protective of loved ones, lives by the “fight or die” mentality most galra do. A fighter and leader (possible leader of the blade of marmora before kolivian?) Keith has a lot of her in him 

father: kind, helpful, calm, empathetic, a pacifist, also encouraging but in a more quiet soft way rather than the bombastic way keith’s mother is. Isn’t interested in fighting and just wants to lead a quiet happy life with his family (big family man). Probably thinks aliens are rlly dumb (but still loves one of them). Wanted to shelter keith from any of kind of alien war going on because keith’s his son before he’s a soldier of any kind. Under all the layers of brooding and anger, I like to think keith has some of his father in him too, it just takes a lot of nurturing and trust for him to show it

Lemonade Poetry


I tried to make a home outta you.
But doors lead to trapdoors. A stairway leads to nothing.
Unknown women wander the hallways at night.
Where do you go when you go quiet?
You remind me of my father, a magician. Able to exist in two places at once.
In the tradition of men in my blood you come home at 3AM and lie to me.
What are you hiding? The past, and the future merge to meet us here.
What luck. What a fucking curse.


I tried to change.
Closed my mouth more.
Tried to be soft, prettier.
Fasted for 60 days.
Wore white.
Abstained from mirrors.
Abstained from sex.
Slowly did not speak another word.
In that time my hair grew past my ankles.
I slept on a mat on the floor.
I swallowed a sword.
I levitated… into the basement, I confessed my sins and was baptized in a river.
Got on my knees and said, “Amen.” And said I mean. I whipped my own back and asked for dominion at your feet.
I threw myself into a volcano.
I drank the blood and drank the wine.
I sat alone and begged and bent at the waist for God.
I crossed myself and thought… I saw the devil.
I grew thickened skin on my feet.
I bathed…in bleach and plugged my menses with pages from the Holy Book.
But still inside me coiled deep was the need to know.
Are you cheating? Are you cheating on me?


If this what you truly want.
I can wear her skin…over mine.
Her hair, over mine.
Her hands as gloves.
Her teeth as confetti.
Her scalp, a cap.
Her sternum, my bedazzled cane.
We can pose for a photograph.
All three of us, immortalized.
You and your perfect girl.
I don’t know when love became elusive.
What I know is no one I know has it.
My father’s arms around my mother’s neck.
Fruit too ripe to eat.
I think of lovers as trees…
…growing to and from one another.
Searching for the same light.
Why can’t you see me? Why can’t you see me? (Why can’t you) Why can’t you see me? Everyone else can.


So what are you gonna say at my funeral now that you’ve killed me?

Here lies the body of the love of my life, whose heart I broke without a gun to my head. Here lies the mother of my children both living and dead. Rest in peace, my true love, who I took for granted, most bomb pussy, who because of me, sleep evaded. Her shroud is loneliness.

Her God was listening.
Her heaven would be a love without betrayal.
Ashes to ashes…dust to side chicks.


She sleeps all day…dreams of you in both worlds.
Tills the blood in and out of uterus. Wakes up smelling of zinc.
Grief, sedated by orgasm.
Orgasm heightened by grief.
God was in the room when the man said to the woman, “I love you so much. Wrap your legs around me and pull me in, pull me in, pull me in.”
Sometimes when he’d have her nipple in his mouth, she’d whisper, “Oh my God.” That, too, is a form of worship.
Her hips grind pestle and mortar, cinnamon and cloves, whenever he pulls out.
Dear moon, we blame you for floods…for the flush of blood…for men who are also wolves. We blame you for the night, for the dark, for the ghosts.
Every fear…
Every nightmare…anyone has ever had.


You find the black tube inside her beauty case.
Where she keeps your father’s old prison letters.
You desperately want to look like her.
You look nothing like your mother.
You look everything like your mother.
Film star, beauty.
How to wear your mother’s lipstick.
You go to the bathroom to apply the lipstick.
Somewhere no one can find you.
You must wear it like she wears disappointment on her face.
Your mother is a woman.
And women like her can not be contained.
Mother dearest, let me inherit the Earth.
Teach me how to make him beg.
Let me make up for the years he made you wait.
Did he bend your reflection?
Did he make you forget your own name?
Did he convince you he was a God?
Did you get on your knees daily?
Do his eyes close like doors?
Are you a slave to the back of his head?
Am I talking about your husband or your father?


He bathes me…
…until I forget their names…and faces.
I ask him to look me in the eye when I come…home.
Why do you deny yourself heaven?
Why do you consider yourself undeserving?
Why are you afraid of love? You think it’s not possible for someone like you.
But you are the love of my life…love of my life…the love of my life…the love of my life.


Baptize me…
…now that reconciliation is possible.
If we’re gonna heal, let it be glorious.
One thousand girls raise their arms.
Do you remember being born?
Are you thankful?
Are the hips that cracked…
…the deep velvet of your mother…
…and her mother…
…and her mother?
There is a curse that will be broken.


You are terrifying…
…and strange…
…and beautiful.


The nail technician pushes my cuticles back…
…turns my hand over, stretches the skin on my palm and says:
“I see your daughters, and their daughters.”
That night in a dream the first girl emerges from a slit in my stomach.
The scar heals into a smile.
The man I love pulls the stitches out with his fingernails.
We leave black sutures curling on the side of the bath.
I wake as the second girl crawls headfirst up my throat.
A flower blossoming out of the hole in my face.


Take one pint of water, add a half pound of sugar, the juice of eight lemons…
…the zest of half lemon.
Pour the water from one jug, then into the other, several times.
Strain through a clean napkin.
Grandmother, the alchemist.
You spun gold out of this hard life.
Conjured beauty from the things left behind.
Found healing where it did not live.
Discovered the antidote in your own kitchen.
Broke the curse with your own two hands.
You passed these instructions down to your daughter.
Who then passed it down to her daughter.
My grandma said, nothing real can be threatened.
True love brought salvation back into me.
With every tear came redemption.
And my torturer became my remedy.
So we’re gonna heal, we’re gonna start again.
You’ve brought the orchestra.
Synchronized swimmers, you are the magician.
Pull me back together again the way you cut me in half.
Make the woman in doubt disappear.
Pull the sorrow from between my legs like silk, knot after knot after knot.
The audience applauds…
…but we can’t hear them.

Warsan Shire

Mirror For The Sun - Part 2: Cedar Point

Masterlist  -  Series Masterlist  -  Part 1  -  Part 3

Summary: Series: Nat tricks you into leading a road trip with Bucky, Sam and Steve. Her plot is partly to get the boys to travel for fun for once but mostly to get you and Bucky together. You and Bucky, who seemingly despise each other. 

Warnings: swearing

Word Count: 2057

Author’s Note: I LOVED Cedar Point as a kid, but hubby pointed out to me while I was writing this on the road that not everyone knows what it is… I think I’ve explained it in the fic, but if not, google it and be jealous. It’s mind-blowing. Ok I added this gif after because it totally looks like a roller coaster harness…

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“Okay! Okay! I recognize this!” Y/N shouts slapping my arm absentmindedly as she leans forward between the front seats. “Go left up here.”

I had been pleasantly sleeping before this rude awakening. I groggily force myself more upright and swat her hand away “Stop hitting me.”

She stops, but doesn’t answer me in any other way. She doesn’t lean back to include me or tell me where we were, or even turn her head in the slightest to acknowledge me. Shit. I’ve really pissed her off. I thread my hand into my hair, pushing it off my face and catch Steve’s warning glare in the mirror. I can practically hear his mom-voice ‘You don’t have to snap at her Buck, she’s just excited.’

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Wrong Place Wrong Time (14)

Do not reuse, edit or copy and of my work(s). ©
Part 14 of an ongoing series, 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: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18  Part 19  Part 20  Part 21  Part 22  Part 23  Part 24  Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 4,566 (Sorry🙊)

“This isn’t your room!” He screamed repeatedly smashing his fist into the wall beside your head. “It doesn’t belong to you! It doesn’t belong to you…it belongs to him.” Minseok’s fist slowly became still, he slid down into a slump on the floor. You still had your hands over your neck, guarding it so you wouldn’t fall victim to being strangled again and your eyes were tightly shut. When you realised you could no longer feel Minseok’s hot breath against your ear, you began to open your eyes slowly. You heard a quite sobbing; confused you looked down at your feet to see Minseok crouched into a ball, tears streaming down his face. Your mouth fell open in shock and your eyes widened. Minseok, the fiery, dangerous and resentful man that you had grown to be petrified of was crying on the floor. He looked small, like a helpless lost little boy, rocking himself backwards and forwards. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears you weren’t sure which one of Minseok’s extreme behaviours frightened you more. The violence or the crying.

“What’s happening?” You whispered, slowly shifting to the side, further away from Minseok.

“Sehun told me first. And I didn’t want to believe it; I didn’t want to believe you were in this room. But he was telling the truth. Why are you in here Y/N?” You stood there silently for a while, processing the fact that for once Minseok had addressed you by your name and not by profanities. It felt weird hearing your name roll off of his tongue, and it made you shiver somewhat, you felt like a child who had been naughty and was being scolded by their parents.  

“Why are you in here?!” He shouted after you still hadn’t answered him, he looked up at you through wet lashes, his body shaking violently.

“I –I needed some space, Baekhyun brought me here.” You stepped back further away from him, scared that he would leap up and attack you at any moment.

“Baekhyun?…” He breathed through controlled sobs, shaking his head. “Why would Baekhyun bring you here?” He punched the ground with his fist “I told them we should’ve killed you to begin with, you cause so much trouble. I feel like it’s your mission to piss me off.” He rose from the ground, wiping the tears from his eyes fiercely with the back of his hand.

“Y/N I –” You looked up to the door, Minseok spinning around to look at the owner of the voice. Jongin stopped at the entrance of the room looking between the two of you. “What’s going on in here?” He frowned stepping inside and walking up to you. “He didn’t hurt you did he?”

Minseok scoffed smiling disappointedly at Jongin. “Wow, since when did you care whether or not people got hurt in this place, isn’t that what we do for a living. How desperate are you to get into her pants Jongin? You know if you hold a gun to her head she’ll spread her legs for you willingly there’s no need to take the long route.” He walked over to the shelf and picked up the picture that you saw the other day. The one of him standing next to a man. “I didn’t hurt her Jongin, she hurt me by being in this room. The fact that Baekhyun allowed her in here and the fact that you knew she was in here but didn’t attempt to get her out. You guys make me sick.” He looked down at the photo in his hand, stroking it with is thumb. “Him and Sehun. The only two that showed me any respect in this damn place, this room is worth more than for scum to be standing in it.” He shot you a dirty glance.

“Stop playing the victim Minseok we all went through it, we all miss him.” Jongin said, dragging you behind him and shielding you from Minseok’s wildly erratic and unpredictable behaviour.

“Playing the victim?!” He laughed in disbelief. “I’m not playing the victim Jongin. I am the fucking victim! All my life I’ve been the bloody victim. I lost my best friend that night! My brother! How dare you tell me I’m playing the victim? He never meant as much to you guys as he did to me and Sehun!”

“That’s not true, we all grieved in our own ways, we’re still grieving until this day. Do you think this has been any easier on us than it has been for you? For Sehun? Because then you’re mistaken Minseok! It’s been hard for everyone, but we’ve had to move on. We had no other choice.”

“Well I don’t want to move on Jongin! I don’t want to ever forget the friendship I had with him!”

Jongin sighed, stepping towards Minseok and lowering his voice so that it was just about audible. “Minseok, Luhan is gone and so are the other two. You have to accept it and move on. You can’t keep letting your emotions get the better of you and you can’t take this out on Y/N. I know it’s hard it has been for all of us, but you need to let it go.”

So that was the other man’s name, admittedly he didn’t look like a Luhan. You assumed he was the one who died, the one that Baekhyun had been telling you about. You looked over at the picture in Minseok’s hand, he must’ve been an amazing man to have the ability to make Minseok smile like that, a smile full of genuine happiness, something that you had never witnessed from Minseok. The only thing you had seen were evil smirks and bitter smiles, one’s that made you uncomfortable and made your blood run cold.
Minseok laughed condescendingly, placing the picture slowly and carefully back on its shelf and turned to face Jongin.
“Oh really Jongin? Because last I heard from Yixing you were the one that killed him. You never really did like Luhan did you?”

“Are you being serious right now Minseok?! I don’t know what Yixing has in for me, but we all know Luhan died on that battlefield. Why would I take out one of my own brothers! He meant more to me than you’ll know.”

“Oh really?” Minseok scoffed, walking forward and banging his forehead against Jongin’s. They were staring into each other’s eyes, the pair of them breathing heavily filled with adrenaline and anger.

“Stop this! Please!” You stood in between the two of them, pushing them apart from each other, you were too tired for more conflict, and there was only so much you could take. “Everyone is a victim because everyone in this house has lost someone in one way or the other, that’s why you’re all here and…” You trailed off, remembering that Yixing had told you all of this in confidence and you probably shouldn’t have let all of that slip. The both of them looked at you confused, as to how you knew so much.

“Of course.” Jongin smiled in disbelief throwing his hands upwards. “Of course, Little Miss Princess Yixing told you everything, didn’t he?” You looked down at your feet and shuffled about uncomfortably in your spot, it would be stupid to deny it as Jongin knew for a fact that it was Yixing who told you. You cleared your throat and began to speak.

“That’s not the point. The point is I’m sure you’ve all felt heartbreak at some point. Maybe that’s why you are the way you are…” You looked at Minseok and flicked your eyes back down to your feet again, shuffling backwards closer to Jongin. Minseok was a ticking time bomb and you really didn’t want to push more than you already had done since you arrived here.

“Don’t analyse us and act like you know us, you’ve been here for two minutes yet you’re acting like our mother’s. You’ll never be my mother.” Minseok sneered at you taking a step closer in yours and Jongin’s direction.
You decided to play your wildcard, you were aware this could either go really well or terribly wrong as it was a very touchy subject but you decided to go ahead with it anyway.

“I know I’m not your mother Minseok. I’m not trying to be. But think about it, would your mum be happy about the way you treat everyone, the way you handle things. The way you treat me? I’m sure she’d be disappointed. You’re so angry all of the time and no mother wants that for their son.”
It was silent at this point, all you could hear was the heavy breathing of the three of you in the room. Then Minseok’s expression turned dark, it was as though a switch had been flicked, his eyes growing sinister and his body trembling. Before you had time to register what was going on, Minseok charged his body forward. You were flying back with him on top of you, shaking you violently, you felt like you were about to break. He was pulling your hair, ripping your clothes. It was as though he’d turned into a beast, an animal, like you’d never seen before. He was growling above you a shower of his saliva spraying over your face. You clawed at his face in attempt to get him off of you, managing to scratch under his eye, but it was though he was immune to the pain, he couldn’t feel a thing.

“Minseok Stop it!” Jongin shouted, running up behind him and dragging his body off of yours. You panted for breath where you lay. Jongin had pinned Minseok down to the ground, restraining him. Minseok’s chest was heaving up and down violently.

“Don’t you ever! Speak about my mother again! EVER!” Minseok screamed, spitting in your direction. “What gives you the right! You bastard! My parents lost their lives at the hands of Red 8 years ago! I have no family left, I’ve made it through on my own for almost a decade, what gives you the fucking right to think your advice is in anyway valid to me, how dare you!” Minseok screamed, trying to free himself from Jongin’s grip but failing. “I’ve been in this fucking house for 8 damn years! Yet no one respects me! I’m the oldest here, yet nobody does what I say. Including a fucking nobody like you, you don’t even listen to me. I’ve lost everything I’ve ever had, all I want is some fucking respect I deserve that much!” It was at that point that Minseok broke down, sobbing uncontrollably into Jongin’s chest, he looked so defeated and so tired, and it made you begin to cry too. You had never imagined that you would see the scariest man in the house in this state. “I just want someone to hear me out Jongin, why is that so hard?” he weeped into Jongin’s chest, his body shaking violently. You realised the way Minseok was acting was due to all the pent up anger kept inside.

“What the fuck is going on in here? What’s all this noise? Minseok…?” You looked up to see four familiar faces standing at the door; Kyungsoo, Chanyeol, Yixing and Sehun. Yixing and Chanyeol rushing over to you, whilst Kyungsoo and Sehun rushed over to Jongin and Minseok. You felt a warm pair of hands cradling your face, looking up you realised that they belonged to Yixing.

“He didn’t hurt you did he?” He looked down at you through worried eyes.

“No. No. I’m the one who hurt him.” You burst out crying unable to contain yourself. Yixing wrapped his arms around you rubbing your back. You looked up at Chanyeol who was frowning at the pair of you and left the room. You decided to think nothing of it and closed your eyes leaning your head into Yixing’s chest, allowing him to rock you back and forth. You and Minseok were both blubbering messes and all that the both of you needed right now was comfort.


3 Weeks had passed and your mood had improved massively, you were beginning to spend a lot of time with Baekhyun, Yixing and Jongin. Junmyeon would speak to you freely now and Kyungsoo didn’t particularly mind if you spoke to him first just as long as it was something relevant. By this time Jongin, Chanyeol and Yixing were healed and back out on missions, Jongdae was still recovering but he more or less did inside work with Baekhyun, Sehun and Chanyeol. Sometimes Baekhyun would request you come and help them out too by watching over CCTV footage, or piecing together bits of information which may have been overlooked and fixing any loopholes. Jongdae decided he’d keep quiet for now about what you had done to him in the Op room only because you helped out the night of the hotel incident, however he made it very clear that if you slipped up from here on out, he’d tell the others and have you killed. Minseok kept his distance from you and Sehun didn’t like you since you had upset Minseok and returned to Luhan’s room, but for the most part you had the rest of the boys on your side and so you were contempt. You had fallen into a routine now and knew mostly what they boys liked and disliked and things they did. Every afternoon Baekhyun would run around the whole house three times, he claimed he was still a ‘growing boy’ and needed his exercise. Kyungsoo would complete a crossword puzzle everyday. And every midnight Jongin would take a walk outside of the house. You first caught him fully clothed one night slipping out of his room, when you were on the way to the toilet.
“Where are you going?” you asked him.

“Oh. Just for a walk around the block, It kind of helps me unwind. I don’t tell the others about it though, I feel like it makes me come across less masculine not being able to tackle my problems head on like the others. Luhan was the only one who knew but he…you know.” You nodded your head and let him go, making sure you kept it a secret from the others, it wasn’t your place to tell them and embarrass him.

The guys had just successfully come back from a mission earlier that night, so you and Baekhyun decided to cook a big dinner and have a ‘family night’ in to celebrate how ‘well’ the last few weeks had gone for them. Successfully keeping dangerous men and dangerous substances at bay. You all sat down in the living room watching a comedy. Sehun had suggested a horror but you protested arguing that something light hearted would be the best.

“Where’s Minseok?” You asked at the beginning of the film, handing some bowls of popcorn down the sofa that you were sat on.

“Oh he said he had a headache he went to lie down. I reckon he just wants to be alone.” Jongdae said grabbing a hand full of popcorn from Yixing’s bowl and laughing at the disappointed pout on his face. You nodded settling down, just in time for the start of the film. Everyone was laughing and it was a foreign sound to your ears, but it was good at the same time, and although you could never truly be happy here, you just had to accept the fact that you were stuck, like the boys had and get on with life as best you could.

“I’m going to top-up anyone want a refill.” You stood up half way through the film holding your bowl of popcorn in the air.

“Yeah me!” A bowl came flying at your head from your left side. You turned around to see Baekhyun sticking his tongue out at you.  Shaking your head you picked up his bowl and headed off to the kitchen. “Hurry up Y/N, the best part is coming up!”

Filling up both bowls to the absolute top, you went over to the sink to have a glass of water before going back. You heard shuffling behind you, looking over your shoulder you saw Minseok opening the fridge and taking a bottle of something out. He was fully clothed with a coat and shoes on.

“Where are you going?” You asked finishing your glass of water and placing it into the sink. It didn’t seem as though he knew you were there as he jumped almost dropping the bottle in his hand. Straightening himself up again he cleared his throat and looked at you blankly.

“None of your business.”  

“I thought you had a headache.” You said walking over to the bowls of popcorn on the counter opposite from where he was stood.

“I didn’t know it was impossible to have a headache and go outside at the same time.” He said sarcastically. “Just because you’ve seen me emotionally at my worst it doesn’t makes us friends.” He scoffed, turning on his heel and leaving the room. Wherever he was going he didn’t want to be seen, as he snuck out quietly, and slipped away into the dark night. You wondered where he was off to.

“Hey, Y/N what’s taking you so long?” It was Jongin. You felt awkward alone with him at times, after the night you kissed you didn’t really know how to feel. You didn’t know whether you liked him or not but you knew that that could never happen even if you did. You two never really spoke about it after which actually kind of just made things more awkward than they were. But you would catch him staring at you sometimes when he thought you weren’t looking, or giving you provocative looks across the table at dinner time or in the board. It made your body shiver in a good and bad way.

“Sorry I was just getting myself a drink of water. I’m coming now.” You smiled at him, just then Yixing walked through the door, giving Jongin a funny look and smiling at you.

“Do you need any help Y/N?” he asked walking towards the bowls of popcorn on the counter.

“I’ve got it, there’s no need.” Jongin quickly grabbed the bowls, walking past Yixing knocking their shoulder’s together and disappearing into the living. You shook your head at how childish the two men were still being, walking past Yixing and towards the front room, when suddenly he grabbed your wrist pulling you back.

“Hey I told you Jongin is not to be trusted Y/N. Besides, he’s only looking for a way to get inside your knickers I’m sure of it.”

“Yixing, you two need to stop this. He’s totally fine, stop all of this worrying it’s getting childish.” You tried to snake your arm out of his grip but he had a firm hold on you.

“You seem to talk to him a lot nowadays, even more than me and Baekhyun. We were here for you first Y/N.” He pouted, he looked like a school kid and it made you roll your eyes.

“You’re overreacting honestly stop.” You tried to pull your arm away from his grip again but this time he was walking into you, making you back up against the counter.

“Who do you like more Y/N. Me or Him?” He whispered into your ear, his hot breath making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your body tingle.

“Yixing, stop…”

“Answer this correctly. Me or Jongin.” He brought his hands up to your waist and began to kiss your neck, his lips massaged slowly over the sensitive part of your skin, making your knees weak. 

“Yixing…stop this…” you breathed, but admittedly you wanted him to continue.

Pushing you against the counter a little harder to prevent you from falling, he brought his face directly in front of yours and began kissing your lips it was slow and seductive. This had a different effect on you than Jongin’s kiss. You felt more excited and you were beginning to feel light headed. You slowly lifted your arms up wrapping them around his neck, deepening the kiss. It was heated and passionate now and neither of you were showing signs of breaking away.

“What the fuck is going on?!” You heard a voice half shout. Hurriedly you ripped yourself away from the kiss, you and Yixing whipping your heads towards the door. Chanyeol was standing there with an empty bowl in his hand, you were assuming he was coming to refill it with popcorn. He was still stood in his position at the door, looking intently at the both of you. Yixing removed his hands from your waist clearing his throat.
“Chany –”

“I said what the fuck is going on?!” Chanyeol repeated this time taking a step into the kitchen and looking you up and down.

“Chanyeol, calm down, please. It was nothing.” Yixing laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his head.

“What do you mean it’s nothing? So you’re telling me I just imagined what I saw?!”
You were beginning to get hot with embarrassment at this point. This wasn’t even supposed to happen and Chanyeol definitely wasn’t supposed to see.

“Why don’t we go and enjoy the rest of the film. I’m dying to know what happens at the end.” You walked speedily out of the kitchen, leaving the two men behind.

You watched the rest of the film in silence; you didn’t even laugh at the funny parts. You were too distracted by the situation in the kitchen. Every now and then when you glanced up you’d catch Yixing looking at you and Chanyeol looking at both of you in a disgusted way. Jongin would look up at Yixing every now and then scowling at him too. Everything was such a mess. As soon as the film ended, you excused yourself to go to the bathroom even though you didn’t need it at all but you just needed to get away from all of that tension. You walked quickly down the corridor past the bathroom towards the room that was once Luhan’s, when you felt a hand grab you back by your arm.

“We need to talk. Now.” You looked up, it was Chanyeol and he looked less than impressed. Dragging you into his room he shut the door locking the both of you in there.
“What the heck was that Y/N!?” He hissed at you, pointing his index finger in the direction of the kitchen.

“I don’t need to explain myself to you Park Chanyeol.” You huffed crossing your arms over your chest, although you were slightly panicked about the whole situation and him catching you and Yixing in the act, you didn’t feel obliged to tell him anything. You didn’t owe him anything.

“No, you’re not going to do this to me Y/N, shut me out like you have been for the past month. I’m sick and tired of being ignored by you.” He grabbed both of your shoulders shaking you lightly.
You took a hold of his arms and pushed his hands away from you.

“What do you expect Chanyeol!?” You raised your voice at him, tears involuntarily rolling down your face. “You got me into this shit! My life is a fucking tragedy because of you! You know I’ve never liked clubs why did you take me to one, why did you take me to a club where you knew fucking gangsters would be lurking about, where you knew danger was around the corner. Why would you risk my life like that Chanyeol, I’m stuck here because of you! Yes, I have been avoiding you because I don’t want to speak to you, I don’t want to see your face!” Finally you had said it, it felt somewhat good getting a month of issues off of your chest. To your surprise tears began streaming down Chanyeol’s face he was looking at you through sad eyes.

“You think I don’t know that I’m a shitty person!? You think I don’t know that I’ve failed you Y/N?! I think about it every day and I fucking hate myself for it! If me dying meant you could be free, that you could be rid of this, then God knows I’d die a thousand times over and over Y/N. I’ve failed you as a friend. You hate me and I get that, you have every right to. I tried keeping you safe and away from all of this for 4 years and then I landed you right into the middle of it. I just wanted to go out with you Y/N. Have a good time, get drunk, have fun like we used to, like the good old days! Because every day I woke up I was scared it would be the last time that I got to see you, to laugh with you, to hug you! Every day I wanted to see you one last time before I died. And I couldn’t leave this earth knowing that you’d blame yourself for not seeing me one last time before I died Y/N because that’s what you would have done.” Chanyeol was right. If he had died you would’ve blamed yourself for not seeing him more often, for not seeing him one last time before he left. You tried to steady you breathing.
“I’ve known for the last couple of months now that I was the next target. Someone I knew would be the next to be killed. That’s how Red does it, he takes out our loved ones so it weakens us eventually to the point where we can’t cope anymore and he can take us all out. I couldn’t have him take you Y/N, so I created this illusion in my head that if I kept you near me at all times you’d be safe because I could protect you from whatever was coming your way, like your own personal body guard, but Christ only knows how wrong I was. I’ve let you down,and your family down. I’m a bad person. I wake up now and I don’t even know what I’m living for, a dad that’s dead, a mum that thinks I’ve disowned her and now a best friend that won’t talk to me.” He weeped sinking to the ground in a heap and it was your automatic instinct to comfort him. Although you’d been through hell because of him this past month, you could also never erase the ten years worth of great memories that you shared. Chanyeol was your best friend and you loved him dearly.

“I’m suffering Y/N. I’ve been suffering for four years, and I’ve experienced so many bad things, but you ignoring me is by far one of the worst, please stop. I can’t take it anymore. All you seem to want is Baekhyun, Yixing and Jongin. You have no place left in your heart for me and I can’t take it anymore…”

“That’s not true Chan. It will always be us against the world.” You enveloped him in a hug cradling him backwards and forwards and you wondered how many times you’d have to go through upset and tears to even feel remotely happy in this place.

The door swung open and Sehun ran into the room, with a phone in his hand staring down at you and Chanyeol. “Oh for fuck sake there you are, we’ve been looking all over.”

“We’re kind of having a moment.” You looked up at Sehun scowling at him, still rocking Chanyeol back and forth in your arms.

“I can see that I’m not blind, but I couldn’t give a shit about your ‘moment’ right now.” Sehun made quote signs with his fingers. “We have a problem. A big one.”

“Why, what is it?”

“Someone knows who we are and where we live. We’ve been found out.”