i love and fear his gaze because he stares into your soul and eats it up

Marry Me

Originally posted by gleefinn

Summary: Witch’s spells aren’t always a bad thing

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,500

Warnings: implied smut, maybe language because I can’t help it, otherwise straight fluff

A/N: this is for the lovely @jpadjackles double birthday challenge! I loved all the songs you chose for us, but this one will forever be one of my favorites! Hope you like what I did with it, and thank you for hosting!

A/N/N: Huge enormous thank you to my twin @deanssweetheart23 for listening to me whine, reading everything over and basically being the best damn support system a writer could ask for. Love ya, twin.

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Scared to Be Lonely

Summary: Is there more to this than just the two of you?

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x reader

Warnings: Angst, eventual fluff - I promise

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: *Note - Reader is referenced by codename “Lamia” || My soulmate asked for another Eggsy fic - voila! This fic is loosely based on Dua Lipa & Martin Garrix’s “Scared to Be Lonely” - I’ve used some lyrics as quotes, and they’ve been italicized. [There may or may not be a part two for this - we shall see.] Hope you enjoy! | masterlist


Originally posted by taron-egerton


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Cimmerian -- Sehun

Part 01 / Part 02 / Epilogue

“So you’re the girl.”

The voice that sounds behind you, low and soft, makes all of the fine hairs on your arms stand on end.  A demon’s voice, no matter how soothing or falsely sweet it may seem, always gives you the chills.

“It’s a little cliche for you to come for me on a dark side street, don’t you think?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be walking around alone at night,” the demon retorts.  “Makes it easy for something bad to happen to you.”

You turn around to face the creature and you aren’t shocked by how attractive he is – most demons choose to look as beautiful as possible in order to easily lure humans to their demise – but you are shocked by how bored he looks.  No smile, no frown, no grimace.  No sign of any emotion he may be feeling.

This worries you.  The ones who present themselves this way are the biggest pains in the ass.

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Ossessione

part 2

Shooting, scratching, yelling, running. Dark, tight purple corridors, bright lights confusing his mind through his tired eyes. Breathing fast, he feels the fight will never ends. Blood is shed, but he can’t reach it. His Lion. Now that he’s no longer his. The right decision, but in his soul, deep inside it, there is fear. He shoots, he does his best, it’s never enough. The Lion knows it, too - he’s not allowed to hide and protect himself inside, to do something more with the Beast’s power. He shoots, but the enemy keeps coming. He’s alone, but he saw his friends somewhere. They’re not here now. Did they go on without him? It’s right. The mission is more important. But it hurts. Their claws taking away his guns, destroying his armor, digging into his flesh. It hurts. But he can’t scream. His stomach ripped apart and the faint sound, among the disgusting ones, of a voice. Deep, almost angelic, a male’s voice. It hurts. But that voice is giving him comfort, when his body somehow regenerates and he still got some meat for the creatures to devour. Like the titan Prometheus, he waits and suffers. Over and over again. It does not end, but that voice…that marvelous, distant voice.

He’s humming such a gentle song, tingling the back of his head despite all the pain. The voice steals him away, sucking his soul out of his helpless, undead body up in a sky that has nothing but darkness. Yet the humming is stronger now, and the excruciating pain almost gone. Is he dead, finally?

“…ce?”

He probably is. Would have loved to eat some tacos before leaving this world. He can joke. He feels truly better, then. Let the enemy feast on his handsome body, he’s not there anymore. So, whatever.

“Lance.”

His eyes are open. Instead of seeing furious, starving galra soldiers or whatever they were, he is welcomed by a patient yet kind gaze. First thing that he is able to focus, is the scar across the other man’s face. Pink, over his pale skin. His body almost naked if not for his black boxers, scars everywhere. Shiro is strong, Shiro was hurt, and is still hurting inside. Lance stood still for a moment, then started to breath again. A moment of silence. He was on his bed. Naked? No. It would’ve been nice, if he was. Nope. Fully dressed. Not on his room, though. He doesn’t remember why.

“Were you singing just now, man?”

His voice was trembling. He found the courage to sound a little ironic, anyhow. Good job, Lance McFailure.

“You drank too much. And decided to sleep with me. But, you started having nightmares…and I…”

Like a fucking kiddo, right.

“Thanks. You woke me up from something really shitty.”

He sounded distant. Sarcastic, but distant. Shiro notices that. Staring, sitting right next to him on the bed.

“Why did you come here, Lance?”

Why, he asks. Does he know? Oh, yes. Blue eyes followed the lines of the black paladin’s body, his muscles as beautiful as ever. Always loved them titties. Nothing more.

“I’m leaving. I gotta puke my insides out, better go straight to my bathroom before you end up cleaning a lot of really bad aiming, you know.”

Lance stood up too rapidly, almost fainting on the spot. Shiro, probably fresh from a shower, tried to reach for him. But he didn’t let him. No touch. I’m craving for your affection like those monsters in my dreams were craving for my meat.

“Lance. You’re acting strange. I know you’re sick, but lately you’ve been…” A pause. His face is sad. Why are you sad, Hero? For him. A solid sharpshooter, of course. The best around. And what more? “Especially with me. If I did you wrong without realizing it, please, Lance, speak up. Talk to me about it.”

Those lips. They were dry, as if his body needed more water, perhaps. Which was strange, for Shiro, to neglect his body because of something he didn’t know. The elegant lines of his eyes contrasting the strong features of his face we’re beautiful. Those lips, though. He wanted to taste them. Make them wet with his licks.

He needs to leave, now. He feels it. Burning in his heart, passion. It consumes him. Make him wanted to just touch him friendly, or smell him from his bed when his body completely surrendered to the alcohol. He didn’t try to do anything else but sleep, right? He needed to leave.

“Sleep tight, man.”

And he was out. Leaving the older man in silence, watching as the doors closed behind Blue’s back.

“Lance.”

He could hear Shiro’s call. Not totally harmless as it was before, severe but not too much. Perhaps a gentle warning. It sent beautiful chills up his spines. That was scary. And nice. But why.

Why are you saying my name like it belongs to something that’s yours.

Made For Each Other

Requested from Anonymous: Draco Malfoy x Plus Size Reader Soulmate AU

Word Count ∘ 2.4k 

Warnings Mentions of negative body image/weight

A/N I’d like to say thank you to the anon who sent me my first request! :) When I write I try to keep some details of the reader as vague as I can so that it’s easier to insert yourself into the part. I think that regardless of shape, size, background, and even Hogwart’s house, you should feel loved and accepted the way you are. I hope you like my interpretation of your request, the soulmate part was a tad difficult for me to work with so I rewrote this thing about 3x before I was finally satisfied omg… Please let me know what you think, your feedback is always greatly appreciated. ♡

Song ∘ Warm Water by Banks

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Shiro is waiting for rescue.

Shiro would swear that he fell asleep under the trees on the leaves, watching the starless sky which was dominated by two moons. The light was that intense that the large moons devoured any starlight. It was even hard for him to get some sleep because of the luminescent atmosphere around him. But to his surprise, soon, the sky changed its color from gold and dark blue to violet and red. The sky looked like it’s burning. Reddish clouds were rolling on the sky like massive rocks on fire. Right after the big cloud climbed over the smaller moon, Shiro opened his eyes to find out that he’s no longer on the planet.

The world around him has changed, looking like a projection the Black lion once showed him. But there was no Black lion, no lions at all. There was nobody who could save him or help him. 

He knew, his mind was no longer attached to his body. The world that welcomed him, once created by the Black Lion, was now all around him. Shiro stood up, and although he was walking, his feet barely touched the ground. Maybe this way he could call for help. Black had to know where he is if this all was possible to create at such distance. 

“Hello!” He called, but his voice echoed into emptiness. The world around him shook, and trees grow even higher towards the purple sky, like rockets trying to leave the planet. 

THERE ARE RULES. Shiro almost climbed over a wooden table settled between ferns. The warning included three rules he had to stick to if he didn’t want to destroy the astral world. 

The first two rules were clear to read: No talking, No running. The last one was unreadable - the words looked scraped. 

But how he’s going to call for help if he can’t talk? 

“…the Black lion.”  Shiro almost jumped, scared by the sudden appearance of words. He turned around to identify from where the voice was coming. “…I fly the Black lion, but I said that already.” 

Was it Keith? He could reach the voice everywhere; in his dreams, half dead, or in the astral world. There was no chance he could mistake the soft voice of his lover with someone else. 

…why I never was really good at connecting with people.” 

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Woman - Pink Series pt. 4

Here’s part four! I’m having so much fun with this and can’t believe it’s almost halfway done already! I hope you enjoy, this one’s pretty painful, but love makes us do crazy things, I suppose. 

Word Count: ~5k

Enjoy! .xx -M


Harry doesn’t know why he does it, he really has no idea. Whether he understands it or not though, he still finds himself driving to Vincent’s at 8 o’clock on Friday night. He’d called earlier too, really planning this out, and asked for a table towards the back with a little privacy. It’s not creepy, he keeps telling himself. It’s totally normal to follow your best friend while she goes on a first date. Totally normal and okay. He tries to convince himself that he’s doing it to make sure she’s okay, that this Connor guy isn’t a total creep, that he takes care of her and isn’t rude. And if he is, Harry will be there to diffuse the situation, to make sure Y/N is safe, and protected. Really, he’s doing her a favor, isn’t he?

When he arrives, he heads straight towards the back, a lovely waitress leading him on his way and looking far too nervous, but he seems to have that effect on people. When he takes his seat, he thanks his lucky stars that this position is perfect and gives him an amazing view of the entire restaurant. He tries to distract himself with his phone, trying to force himself to ignore the fact that he’s being a complete weirdo by doing this. He’s never been so desperate, head over heels for someone that he’s become obsessive. He’s seemingly got the entire world at his feet, any number of impossibly beautiful people ready and willing to be with him, and yet, he’s caught up on you, the person who he thinks is the most wonderful in the world, but that many don’t pay a passing glance. And maybe that’s what drives him so wild, how excessively underappreciated you are by the rest of the world. Sure, the girls who get so much attention are lovely, but to him, they pale in comparison with you, and the attention they receive is so over-the-top, he doesn’t understand it at all. You exist in this world, so sweet, and kind, and beautiful, and talented, and compassionate, caring, the list goes on, and yet you struggle just to get some random dude from work to pay you attention. If only you knew what you meant to him, Harry thinks, but pushes the thought from his mind. He’s in no place to think about winning you over right now, he understands that. He can’t risk everything the two of you have, just on the off-chance that you’ll feel the same way. He might want you more than he’s ever wanted anything, but he’s not an idiot, he can do a simple risk versus reward calculation and come to the conclusion that having you in his life in this capacity is worth more to him than anything and he’s not willing to jeopardize that. Then why the fuck was he here, spying on your date?

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[Final: Yongguk Ver.] Tumbleweed, Her (M)#20 -  [BAP] Mafia!Au

Originally posted by bangstrgram

[A/N] Come to me, papi. I wrote three version of these, so it might get over lap somewhere because no one in this world writes three endings to a fanfic before. Tell me the version you liked.

Sometimes, painful things can teach us a lesson we didn’t think we needed to know. And of all the wretched things that happened, two made its mark on you. Two of it, of which, you will never forget.

People are lessons in disguise and every each that came into your life, meant to teach you something. Either it is about you, or about them, but there’s always something. Rage is never the solution, but it was the only way you could think of.

And in this final chapter, it started with a broken windshield of a black tinted car by a baseball bat that you held in your hands. You stand dignified on top of the hood of a car you knew belong to Jongup’s clan.

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Robb Stark- I am His, He is Mine

Requested by the wonderful @thatrobbstark Sorry it took so long!

The soft chirping of birds slowly made its way through the windows, melting into the rays of sunshine slowly spreading across the bed, its heat stirring you from your sleep. Although you really weren’t complaining, there have been many worse ways in which you have been awoken at the castle of Winterfell, the cruellest of which was easily the giant slobbery ‘kiss’ given to you by the direwolf belonging to the man you love. A direwolf, which in many ways reminds you of him, fiercely loyal and strong but still young and playful when you were alone or surrounded by his younger siblings, it was moments like that, soft and kind… meaningful even if neither of you were truly aware of the effect it was having on either of your hearts.

Well you knew soon after what it had done to yours.

You couldn’t look at him without your heart swelling and butterflies erupting in your stomach at the sight of his smile and his laugh that most of the time came out in barks and small moments, but occasionally Jon or Arya would say or do something that would make laughter erupt out of him, proper laughter, the kind that is fuelled by your gut and makes your jaw hurt after a few moments. Those kinds of laughs were rare for him, but you loved it nonetheless, it makes it so much more special when they do happen.

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Knots Undone- Saizo Kirigakure (NSFW) (Teaser)


“…What if something happened to you?” You said, your voice laced with fear and worry. “Don’t worry, little lady. Fights like these are an everyday thing for a ninja.” It frustrated you how he sounded so calm and quiet. Your attempts to try to convey him a glimpse of your anxiety grew to be feeble. “But I was worried. Also, you don’t even let me tend to your wounds!” Your normal sound seemed to turn into a yell and you paced around his room, trying to get your point across.

“…I think you’re getting angry for nothing. Relax. It’s no big deal.” It angered you more; and even though you didn’t mean it a bit, you ended up lashing on him. 

“…Fine. If you think my worries are useless, I’m out of here.” You didn’t know where to go, so you chose to stroll around the town; to try to calm your unknown anger. Fortunately, no one called out to you through your way outside the castle. 

The town was as usual as ever. Stalls lined up the sides and jolly people roamed about. But for you, it seemed dull and lifeless. The noise and commotion of people were deafened out. The ache in your heart became more defined and painful when your eyes came to a stop to see what looked like a stall selling dango. Your thoughts rushed back to those times when you and Saizo came together for some big dangos… his soulful expression, the joy he found in eating… the way your lips curved up into a smile… should you be ruining such a wonderful relationship just for a single irrelevant fight? 

You thought of apologising to him, when suddenly, you were pulled back and a dangerously cold hand shifted to cover your eyes, altering your vision to black. Your back harshly came into contact with a concrete wall, and you felt the sharp and deathly cold blades of a sword press against your throat. 

“I’ve found a good piece.” His voice was laced with viciousness and cruelty. You heard footsteps grow steadier and you immediately swatted his hands away. Two men stood in front of you, smirking in a way which made your blood run cold. 

“Who are you?” You asked, when again one of them pressed the edge of the blade against your stomach, slowly moving it in a circular motion. 

“Be still and quiet otherwise my katana and your head.” He looked deep into your eyes, showing the dark shades of blood and death in them. You couldn’t do anything to help yourself out, and calling out Saizo was useless. He was certainly in a place where he couldn’t hear you. 

You were figuring out your options when abruptly, the two men dropped their blades. Their eyes widened with fear and they dropped down to their knees. You turned to the directions of their eyes and found… Saizo. He gave them a death glare and unsheathed his sword. 

“…If I wanted, I could kill you right here, right now.” He gripped his sword. “…But I’m giving you both a last chance. Next time I see you messing with her, I promise you won’t see the light of day for the next second.” 

He pulled you close and turned around. 

“…Mark my words.”

Saizo spoke nothing during the entire journey back home, but his anger was evident. His eyes didn’t change. They had that hard, metallic, bone-chilling clouds of animosity swirling in them. 

“…Quit staring at my face, little lady.” His gaze briefly turned to yours. “Think of a way you can soothe my anger-” He tousled your hair roughly. “-because I believe you’re smart enough to figure out that you’re not to leave my chambers anytime soon…” 

Your heartbeat increased their rate and you found yourself in a state of fearful excitement. 

Saizo ignored the calls of retainers and Sasuke and steadily slid through the doors of his chamber. 

He backed you up against the wall and caught hold of your wrists. The grip was so tight… so strained, that it promised some marks on your skin. He pinned them above your head and gave you a look which sent shivers down your spine. 

“Saizo… I’m sorry.” You apologised in hopes of getting down his anger, but it backfired. 

“Apologise through your body.” 


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If That Were Me (M)

vampire!mark/jackson, 2.7k, dom!jackson and mark threesome?

warning: smut (threesome, pain kink, slight breath play, cunnilingus, blow job, jackson has a biting kink) 

“You say you love me yet here I am, having to ask you to stop moving so I can have a taste of you. Won’t you be a good girl, my lovely?" 

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Black Rose [Part Four]

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty



Pairings: Minseok x main protagonist(Iseul) x Luhan

Mafia AU

Ongoing series

Warning: Mature content such as; violence, mature language, abuse, smut, drug use etc.

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Summary: Black Rose. The most feared and infamous Mafia in Seoul, with a leader just as infamous and just as feared. The whole country has heard of her, yet no one has encountered her and lived long enough to tell the tale. She’s cold, undetectable, invisible even. It’s like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. Impossible. She walks over corpses to get what she wants and she wants revenge. All of her targets endure hell and eventually gruesome death. Her next target: Kim Minseok.


Prologue | Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight | Part Nine | Part Ten | Part Eleven | Part Twelve | Part Thirteen | Part Fourteen | Part Fifteen | Part Sixteen | Part Seventeen | Part Eighteen | Part Nineteen | Part Twenty | Part Twenty-One | Part Twenty-TwoPart Twenty-Three | Part Twenty-Four | Part Twenty-Five | Part Twenty-Six | Part Twenty-Seven | Part Twenty-Eight | Part Twenty-Nine | Part Thirty | Part Thirty-One | Part Thirty-Two | Part Thirty-Three | Part Thirty-Four | Part Thirty-Five *Final* (soon) | Epilogue 1(soon) | Epilogue 2(soon) | Epilogue 3(soon) | Epilogue 4(soon) | Epilogue 5(soon) | Epilogue *Bonus*(soon) |


Requests are open :) xx


Word Count: 2,905


Part Four:


“Oh, that’s rich. You think I wouldn’t find out you were beating him up behind my back.” Kris shook his head and Iseul widened her eyes.

“What?” Iseul was looking around trying to figure if they were messing with her, but no one was laughing. She made eye contact with Minseok, waiting for him to say something, but he just looked away, staring at his hands.
“I didn’t touch him, Kris, I’m being serious!” She tried to explain herself while not giving too much away about her whereabouts “I wasn’t even in the house most of the past couple of weeks. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t do anything. BECAUSE I WASN’T HERE!” Iseul thought they’d believe her, but they didn’t seem too convinced.

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Now You Know What Happened

Past Cas x Reader, Present Lucifer x Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: A whole lotta angst (are you even surprised?), cheating

Written By: Kace

A/N: I’ve had this idea floating around in my head for a while and now that it’s written, I’m so happy with how it turned out. It’s base on The Pretty Reckless’ “Going to Hell” and in this fic, the reader becomes a singer and writes and performs this song. Actual song lyrics are in bold. I hope that makes since and I hope you guys enjoy this.

You never would’ve thought you’d end up here. The blinding stage lights hit your skin as you walked on stage, your band already set in their places. The screams from fans, demons and humans alike, echo through your ears.

You were never meant to be a singer. Sure, singing in the shower was always fun but you grew up a hunter. You were meant to hunt everything that goes bump in the night, but here you were, singing your heart out and practically praising the very things you were raised to hate.

The electric guitar and beat of the drum began to fill the small stadium as you looked out into the crowd. Shocked and hurt blue eyes met yours. You were instantly pulled back into one of the hardest parts of your life and you remembered why you were here. Why you left hunting. Why you hated anything that had to do with him.

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“Rejection”; Chapter Eighteen

NOTES: Get ready for some feels in this chapter, the longest chapter so far to make up for the god-awful wait. Oh yeah, there’s gonna be a few parts where it says “Ex’s Name”. If you don’t have an ex (which I know some people don’t), just insert any antagonist’s name. This is how you’re reading the story, after all! :)

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When Papyrus was finally done ranting about his input within the Royal Guard, he waved farewell to the monster children of Snowdin and met his brother by Grillby’s. You were there too, but you were a good 5 feet away from Sans, plotting your revenge. Your chest glowed a faint yellow, which you knew stood for justice. Oh, that skeleton was gonna pay for dissing you in moment like that.

“OK!! NOW THAT I FINALLY GOT ALL MY FANS OFF MY BOOTS, WHAT SHOULD WE DO FOR DINNER?” Papyrus asked, not minding the fact that you still wore his scarf around your waist. You shrugged, not caring as long as you ate something. “Dinner? What about lunch? Or breakfast!” You moaned, stomach growling at you with such an anger you felt like you were gonna pass out.

Sans didn’t give any suggestions; his eyes closed tiredly. “I KNOW!! HOW ABOUT SOME PASTA?!” Papyrus’s eyes bulged, while Sans and you snapped “NO!” at the same exact moment. Paps looked slightly hurt, but just crossed his arms. “YOU CAN NEVER HAVE TOO MUCH SPAGHETTI.” He grumbled, and you replied with your signature catchphrase without thinking.

“Debatable.” You said, putting your hands inside of the big blue coat you were wearing. Sans chuckled, and gave you a pleased look. You grinned, while Papyrus opened up his mind for more suggestions. “WELL THEN WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO EAT, (Nickname)?” Sans stared at your eyes, expecting you to come up with some genius solution.

Rather, you froze and suddenly felt very pressured. “I-I dunno! S-something besides pasta.” Sans clicked his teeth, and rolled his pinpricks. “so picky.” You glared at him, and even dared to flick him on the side of his skull. “ow!” He muttered, rubbing the spot where you had made contact with his head. You stuck out your tongue, and he made a gesture by hooking a finger around his eye socket, similar to pulling it down.

“WHATEVER YOU TWO WANT TO DO, YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. I’M GONNA GO HOME AND PREPARE THE LAST ‘HUMANS VS. MONSTERS’ GAME!” And with that, he marched off proudly to his house at the opposite end of Snowdin. Your stomach barked loudly, and you doubled over from the pain. Sans watched carefully, and sighed.

“c’mon. i’ll take ya to grillby’s.” He said, and walked towards a small tavern not too far away. “Hey! Wait up!” You called after, sprinting next to him. He calmly stepped one foot in front of the next, snow underneath crunching softly. You took a moment to enjoy the quiet and think to myself.

Back there… back in the alley… was that a moment between me and Sans? Or was it really just an accident? I mean, look at me. I’m having a great time outside today, where I’m probably gonna catch a cold, but… Shouldn’t I be mourning over my confession to him back in the real world? Your mood instantly dampened; you closed your eyes, reimagining the scene that played out about a week ago. Before you fell into the game of Undertale.

Sans… He was just threatening me yesterday afternoon. And now look at me! I’m already jumping to stupid conclusions. Like, how the fuck you could want to kiss someone when you just met?! You never did believe in true love. Or at least, you used to. Before he played your emotions like a guitar, before he made you fall in love with him only to be rejected coldly. On the inside, your brain was telling you that you were just overreacting and that the “break up” wasn’t even as harsh as you think it was.

But you can’t just get over someone breaking your heart when you honestly thought that they loved you back. When they text you “I love you, sweetheart” every single night, until… They just stop. It was like what happened to your best friend. He left you all of a sudden, out of jealousy from the relationship that you had with your parents and friends. Boys are assholes… You thought cruelly to yourself, frowning in disgust.

Now look at me. I’m completely dissing the male gender, over a couple of boys who broke my heart. I mean, look at Papyrus! Yes, he’s a skeleton, but he’s more of a gentleman than those to jerks will ever be! And Sans… Your frown disappeared, replaced by a bashful grin. Your cheeks had faded in color about 10 minutes ago, but here they were turning pink again.

That guy has been through a lot of trauma. Heh, I’m over here in depression from losing of my two best pals. Sans had his entire family, race, and kingdom killed by Chara. No…by me.

Your heart stopped, and you stopped walking. Guilt surged up through your veins, and your eyes widened. Sans stopped as well, gazing at you with surprise. “hm? what’s up, (y/n)?” He asked, but you didn’t reply.

Flashes of going through the Genocide Route streaked across your vision; the feelings of utter sadness slaughtering the skeleton brothers pulling at your heartstrings. Sans gazed down at your chest, and took a step back. You didn’t know what he was seeing, but it must have been your soul.

No...no…NO… How could I ever think Sans would like me?! I…I killed- I KILLED HIM AND PAPYRUS-!! You began to hyperventilate, clutching your skull in your hands.

Sans was frozen with terror. (Y/N)’s soul had began to float out of her chest, and it was a color that Sans never thought he’d live to see. Her soul, like a wormhole in space, was as cold and emotionless as Sans’ current eye sockets.

Her soul was a pitch black.

Sans always thought a black soul meant hatred; but now, he wasn’t so sure. What was (Y/N) feeling or thinking about to make her soul turn into this ugly and horrifying hue?! not even chara’s soul was black… Without really thinking it over, Sans rushed next to her and grabbed the sleeves of his blue jacket wrapped around the frigid human’s arms.

“(y/n)?! what the hell’s the matter with you? you’re scaring me! snap out of it!” Sans shook your arms, but you weren’t paying attention. Your lip quivered harshly, and tears formed in my eyes.

You remembered how you murdered Toriel, Undyne, and Asgore. You remembered how you shoved MK off a bridge, to which Undyne dove after and saved him. You remembered the feeling of that cool gun, the warm gloves, and the sharp but-oh-so-natural feeling of the knife in your hands as you slashed Sans straight across the ribs in the Judgement Hall.

You wanted to believe that it was all fake; that it was merely a game where no true emotions would ever haunt you like they currently did. You knew that the only way to end your suffering was to confess your sins to somebody, anybody, that understood you.

And that person was Sans.

But, on the other hand, you could never tell him. He would hate you with all of his being; he’d probably kill you right on the spot.

If Sans ever found out what I did to Papyrus… to all of monsterkind… he would have my head. Literally. You shivered at the thought, while Sans seemed to relax a little. Your soul had started to fade from that hideous black to a pale yellow in fear. Sans studied the color change, and sighed. “are you still cold, bucko? we’re almost at grillb’s. let’s get ya inside.” And with that, he took your arm and lead you to the pub.

Even the touch of his skeletal hand against the blue coat that you were wearing didn’t calm you down enough. You still felt guilt, and hatred towards yourself, but regardless you bit back the tears.

Sans is going to find out at some point…for now, I should make the best out of him not knowing of my previous actions. If he wasn’t already suspicious, then I may as well keep that piece of information to myself. For now. You pondered silently, staring intently into the snow.

After another minute of walking or so, you arrived at the front steps to Grillby’s. By this point you had calmed down somewhat, but the uneasiness lingered. The urge to just get it out already was eating itself out from within your core; you took in a deep breath, and decided that you would tell the skeleton about it after you ate.

Sans smiled lazily, and walked up the short steps. He reached a hand out and opened the door for you, and gesturing inside. “after you.” His inviting, hooded eye sockets made you feel a little better, but not for long. You accepted the kind offer, and walked in. The doorbell chimed from above, slightly startling you. Sans must have noticed, because he snickered and walked past you while saying, “take it easy, kid. no need to be wound up.”

You narrowed your pupils at him, and scoffed. “Was that supposed to be a pun? Because it didn’t make sanse.” He stopped in his tracks, and spun around hesitantly. He glared at you, but smiled anyway. “wow, (nickname). i would’ve said that was a sansational joke, but it was horrible. in fact, it was painful. so painful, that i would ask you to carve me a tombstone and have it say, ‘rib in peace’.”

You opened your mouth to retort an excellent comeback, but none came to mind. Instead, you frowned, and pouted childishly. Sans was grinning, but his permanent smile faltered into one of concern. However, it lasted for only half a second as his laid back demeanor returned and he began walking towards the bar across the room.

You followed him, eyeing some of the monsters in the booths beside you awkwardly. All of them greeted the skeleton as he strolled past, some simply saying hello or addressing him directly. “Heya, Sans!” “How’s, it going, Sans?” “Hey there, Sansy~

At the last comment, you whipped your head towards the direction from which it came from. It was muttered by none other than the drunk bunny near the front of the restaurant, who of which was now giving the skeleton a foot in front of you a seductive grin.

The vicinity of where she sat reeked of alcohol, causing you to screw up your nose with distaste. Sans nodded his head respectfully to his fans sitting in seats around him, but just merely waved a hand backwards at the animal who had tried flirting with him as soon as he stepped in the building. She sighed heavenly, and fell out of booth as if she had been struck by an arrow from Cupid. You rolled your eyes and whispered “so dramatic,” under your breath.

Sans sat down on a stool at the bar; and you followed suite. Grillby was standing right next to Sans behind the counter, wiping a glass dry that seemed perfectly clean. You were a little stunned by the heat radiating off of the bartender, but nearly died when a loud fart noise sounded from underneath your butt. You shot up from your seat immediately, and fell onto the floor clumsily. Your face turned beet red from embarrassment; when Sans started howling belly laughs.

The entire restaurant was staring, who had been apparently waiting for the skeleton to pull his famous whoopee cushion trick again. When they saw your reaction, everyone whooped like apes (although most creatures at the bar were dogs), and banged fists on their tables. you began laughing too, shaking off your embarrassment and reminding yourself that sometimes you just had to be a good sport and laugh at yourself every once in awhile.

Sans pound his hand on the counter, and Grillby made a noise similar to chuckling. But, in reality, it was only the sound of fire crackling. Sans looked down at the girl on the floor by his feet, seeing her shock and blush from being humiliated. Part of him was scolding his little trick, saying that the girl was just about to cry and now you’ve gone and worsened her mood. This downed him a little, until he saw how she was going along with it and the crowd.

Upon seeing her laugh at herself with that laugh he woke up to this morning, Sans’ soul sighed a wave of relief throughout his body. He didn’t remember the last time he’s had the whole pub join in on him for one of his pranks; his victim laughing at it even more so. Every moment Sans spent with this human, he was growing more and more fond of her. It was actually frightening; but thrilling as well.

You got off the floor, cheers starting to die down. A monster in the back shouted “Encore!” for no reason, but it got you thinking. Sans watched you curiously as you stood up, rather than taking a seat beside him. Impulsively, you grabbed everyone’s attention once more. “Hey, everybody. My name is (Y/N).” Most monsters happily greeted you with a “Hi, (Y/N)!” at the same time. Some just rolled their eyes, and barked (literally), “Are you a human?”

You gulped, but nodded confidently, swallowing down your nerves. “Yes I am. And apparently, a funny one too! Since I fall for pranks easily; am I right?” You shrugged, smiling lazily to the crowd. Most people laughed, except for Sans. He actually looked confused. “What can I say? We are made up of skeletons. And water.” Monsters whistled, and laughed hard.

You took a seat next to Sans, while he had an annoyed look on his face. “did you just call me stupid?” He asked in a monotone voice, making you chuckle. Punching him gently in the shoulder, you reminded yourself of his 1 HP. “Heh, I guess I did; didn’t I?” He groaned, but grinned anyways. “you knew that, and it was intentional.” You looked away, focusing back on the bartender. Sans dropped the bickering, and made a gesture to introduce you, although you already knew who Grillby was.

“(y/n), this is grillb’s. he runs this bar here, and he’s the best cook in all the underground.” Grillby held out his hand, fixing his small glasses. You brought up your own, but recalled how he was made of fire. Recoiling hesitantly, Grillby crackled a soft chuckle. “he don’t bite, (nickname).” You gave Sans a bewildered look. “But he’ll burn me.” You retort, sweating nervously.

Sans grabbed your wrist, and placed your hand into the bartender’s, who was waiting ever so patiently. You yelped, but was surprised when the only thing you felt was a warm surge shiver up your arm. You beamed brightly, and your eyes widened in awe. “Wow! How is he doing that?” You asked Sans, while giving Grillby a strong shake.

His glasses rose up in a manner that you could only guess that meant he was happy to see your fascination. Before Sans could answer, you heard a quiet voice come out of nowhere. “I can control whether or not I burn people. You seem like a good friend of Sans, so of course I wouldn’t hurt you.” You spun your attention back onto the flame man, wondering how he talked if he had no mouth.

“actually, we just met.” Sans snickered, and you agreed. Grillby raised a brow, which was non-existent like Sans’. “But Sans…? You seemed like you’d known each other for years when you walked in.” You laughed nervously, and rubbed your neck. Sans gave you a knowing glance, and covered for you. “well, it happened in the forest. she was coming from the ruins, and hurt herself. so paps and i took her in; fixed her up a bit.”

You smiled at him, glad that he was keeping your little ability a secret. The one where I know everything. If I even have any other “powers”… Grillby nodded approvingly, and set the glass down. He stepped aside, giving you a full view of his alcohol selection. You looked at all the pretty colored liquids, but made no attempt to ask for one. You were only 16, after all. Sans gave you a weird look; but it didn’t last long as he changed his mind to bother Grillby for “the Sans Special”.

You turned to face the skeleton, resting your hands on your lap. Grillby spun around, and began concocting the drink. That was never mentioned in the game. “What’s that?” You asked, and Sans’ gazed at you, confused. Then, his face contorted into one of shock. “holy cow. you don’t know something for once in your life?” You rolled your eyes, and raised a hand to your chest accusingly. “No, I don’t. I don’t understand what you’re ‘special’ is, why my soul does what it does, and why you-”

You were cut off from your accusation on his actions back in the alley of the Snowdin Square by the bartender sliding the short stack his beverage. You stared intently, waiting for him to open his mouth to consume the drink. But, like before at dinner the previous night, it just slid through his teeth and invisibly down his throat. He set the glass down, and wiped his mouth with his arm. “you really gotta stop doing that.” He says, smirking at you. You shrugged, and looked away.

“Can’t help being curious.” You replied, but he just chuckled back an old saying that made you cringe. “curiosity killed the cat.” “Are you implying something, Sans?” You snickered, and it was his turn to divert his eyes elsewhere. “i’m just saying. no need to be so nosy.” You flinched; your mind lost in thought again. Memories flood your brain of him yelling at you for being too nosy, and how you were such a pest, and-

Sans fumbled with the shot glass in his hand. why is she so curious about how i work as a skeleton? jeez, some things ya just gotta let go- what? Sans drew his attention back to (Y/N), who had that same blank look on her face as before.

when she was thinking hard to herself outside before her soul started to….rot. Sans set the glass down, and swiveled to face her in his chair. He snapped his fingers twice, but she didn’t respond.

Concerned, he waved a hand quickly in front of her face. “(y/n)? howza ‘bout you order somethin’?” She blinked, and the warm brown in her eyes returned. He’d never noticed that she had brown eyes before. They were like Toriel’s; but more dazzling in some sort of weird and unknown way. “Hm? Did you say something, Sans?” She asked politely, her entire demeanor changing. He didn’t like that; not one bit. He liked it when she was cracking jokes and sharing stories, not being so professional and blank...like they just met or something.

Sans smiled, and offered her anything to eat again. Her stomach growled on cue, very loudly to say the least. Sans chortled, and she grinned with embarrassment. “Yeah, totally. I am starved! Literally!” He called Grillb’s over again, and got her a order of burg and fries. The cook went away to the back of his kitchen, and the skeleton took the opportunity to talk to (Y/N) about her troubles.

“ok, bucko. now tell me what’s been eating at ya all day.” You giggled at his pun, if it was even that; but you sighed sadly soon after. “Alright. Where do I start?” You looked up towards the ceiling, listening to the music from the jukebox not far away. It was playing the song that you’d normally hear whenever you encountered Sans whilst playing Undertale. “how about yesterday? we can start off as to why you were bawling your eyes out. it was tearing me up.” He cringed at his own pun, and you did too.

I guess…I’m gonna finally tell someone about him. Here goes nothing. You took in a deep breath, and rest your arms on the table. “Okay. So, back on the Surface… or, rather, the real world… there was this guy.” You started off uncomfortably, but Sans was still listening. “His name…was (Ex’s name).” Sans snickered, and scrunched up his nasal cavity. “wow, his parents must be proud of their decision.” You glared at him, but he apologized and dropped his grin.

“I…I loved him. With all my heart. We were best friends; we knew practically everything about each other. We always worked together on projects in school, and even had our own little secret hangout times at lunch for a couple of months. We watched movies at those times; bringing snacks in and everything. Like it was a real movie theater.” You talked with your hands, and could feel Sans watching in wonder. It’s an Italian thing.

“During these movies, we… We held hands, we rest our heads on one another. I thought this was a sign that he wanted to date me. Which I was thrilled about, since he was always saying at night that he loved me and that I was his sweetheart.” Sans’ expression remained unfazed, but in his eyes you could see him waiting for a “but”. You groaned, your sadness washing over you like a tidal wave.

“Finally, a few days before I fell into the video game of Undertale, I had the nerve to ask him.” You went silent, but Sans urged you onwards with a roll of his hand. Your eyes widened, and you held your breath. “I was going to ask him to be my boyfriend.” Sans sucked in some air through his teeth, and winced;  you kept going. “Let’s just say… It didn’t go well.”

i knew it… Sans thought angrily, and listened to the end of the poor girl’s story of heartbreak. “He rejected me, full-on; not only refusing, but also pointing out everything he’s ever thought bad of me.” (Y/N) began listing off some of the terrible things this “(Ex’s Name)” guy said about her, and the skeleton was appalled. were humans this evil on the surface? in the “real world”? “He said that I was too nosy. That I was always shoving it where it didn’t belong. He said that he only called me ‘pretty’ and ‘his sweetheart’ because he felt bad for me.”

“felt bad for you?” Sans repeated, and (Y/N) hung her head solemnly. “Yes. He said that he only watched the movies with me because he knew I had no friends to hang out with at lunch. I don’t understand why… I thought… I…I thought he loved me. Like, really did! He would always joke about kissing me, but was it really a joke?” Sans felt awkward all of a sudden, and coughed under his breath to help ease the tension. “have you, uh, ever kissed a guy before?”

(Y/N) didn’t look at him, facing the opposite direction in shame. “No.” She simply muttered, and Sans was surprised. In a way, he was also relieved. He didn’t know why; it was like a protective shield activated when she started mentioning (Ex’s Name). It made him wanna kick the shit outta the punk. He’d thought that (Y/N) would’ve done something like kissing already on the Surface, considering the way she was acting back in the alley-

“But it doesn’t matter.” Sans snapped out of his stupor, gazing at her softly. Her eyes were filled with a depressing hatred, but to whom he couldn’t tell.

“Who cares about kissing? I just wanted someone to fill that hole in my heart….that pit of loneliness. That abyss that was created by no one ever being able to understand me, nor anyone wanting to understand me.” Sans scoot off his seat a little in attempt to get closer to her. “why? you seem like you’re always willing to hear about my personal crap.”

(Y/N) chuckled under her breath, but there was no amusement behind it. “That’s just who I am, Sans. People always rely on me to hear their drama, but no one cares about my own. Which is frustrating, since I get emotional over the littlest things. Like…like listening to a sad song, or..” Tears spilled from her eyes, and Sans stood up. He slammed a first down on the bar counter, which stunned her greatly. Sans placed his boney hands on her cheeks, and wiped away the wetness carefully.

“stop it, (y/n). beating yourself up over something stupid that another guy did is bullshit. i can’t believe he did that… calling you such disgusting names when you are such a beautiful young lady. but now, we have to move on. you’re here now, in the underground, with friends all around who understand you and are willing to be there for you if you need a shoulder to cry on. you have papyrus, myself, toriel, frisk, and plenty others that i’m sure you already know but haven’t formally met yet.”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, and the tears slowly stopped spilling down her cheeks. Every time a droplet did sneak its way down, Sans would clean it off immediately. He didn’t care that he might’ve totally embarrassed himself by calling her “beautiful”, or that he could be blushing as deeply as his jacket’s cobalt color. The important thing right now was consoling (Y/N); telling her she was safe down in the world of monsters, where human boys and their horrible words would never reach her. Where her mysterious and outstanding soul could shine in front of him… where it could belong to him.

“‘sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me…’ that’s a phrase i thought you humans lived by up until you told me your story today, (y/n). not only are you learning from your past mistakes of giving trust to the wrong people, but i’m fixing my automatic assumptions about humans too.” Sans smiled sadly, to which (Y/N) gave him a bleary, confused look. He reached across the bar for a napkin, and continued drying off her round face.

“yesterday, i immediately assumed that you were a psychopathic murderer who had the power to destroy everyone’s hopes and dreams within seconds. like frisk, or chara. but now i know that not all humans are like that; because i am getting to know you, (y/n). if anything, this ‘rejection’ has made you stronger; ya know why? because in order to fall into a videogame, i think one’s soul would have to rival the power of a god. normal people don’t just meet talking skeletons and bartenders made of fire everyday, kid.”

Sans chuckled deeply, and finished cleaning the human. She gazed up into his eye sockets with big, brown eyes, and his soul fluttered. they’re gorgeous, he allowed himself to think, without shooting it down out of anger.  He could feel the magic pulse within him surging faster every second he wasn’t losing himself in speech, which was completely nerve wracking. “so please, don’t get upset over that douchebag anymore. we’re all here for you, and he is not. anyone who has ever beaten you up literally and figuratively is gone, and now it’s just you and me.”

He risked brushing his left hand off, and taking her hand in his. He squeezed it reassuringly, then let go so it wasn’t like he was trying to be suggestive. “‘kay, (y/n)?” Sans smiled broadly, genuinely, and (Y/N) could see that. Her cheeks lit up from joy, and before he knew it, he was tackled back into his seat with a big hug from the human girl that he secretly was admiring more and more every passing minute.

She wrapped her arms around his back, and buried her face into his neck. “Alright, Sans. I got it. Thank you….thank you so much…” She whimpered sadly, but Sans just shushed her and returned the embrace. He brushed some of her hair back comfortingly, playing with its softness without her knowing. He shut his eyes, and rubbed the hand that was placed on her spine soothingly. She sighed contently, and so did Sans. glad that we finally got that awful issue out of the way. it was like (y/n) was hurting physically from her emotional burden.

You pulled away from Sans, and took your seat again. His words were so kind, so encouraging, and so meaningful; in the moment, you felt like your soul had no other choice but to lurch out hug the small skeleton with all you had. You wondered if he’s ever been through heartbreak, or if he’s ever been in love at all. In this timeline, at least.

You didn’t really know where to pick up the conversation after all that, so you just stayed quiet until Grillby came out with the grub. Thankfully, that was about 10 seconds. The two plates clattered down in front of the two of you, and you dove right in without waiting. As soon as you took a bite of the burg, you swooned. “Oh my God. This….this is freaking amazing. Kudos to you, Grillby.” You always liked telling the chef they did a great job whenever you went out to eat; you thought that it would always make their day a little better.

Grillby nodded, and bowed. The flames on his head almost hit your hair as you were hunched over wolfing down your fries, which should have concerned you more than it actually did. Sans chuckled, glad to see that you weren’t one of those kind of people who would only eat a salad or very little in public around their friends. The truth is, you were, but Sans didn’t make you feel awkward. Or like you should watch your weight. So, you just inhaled the fast food like any normal person would.

Sans began to eat his burger, while you ignored the urge to glance over at him while ate. Skeletons need privacy too. You’d cleaned your plate in three minutes flat; you thanked the bartender when he came back with a toothpick. He placed the dish down in a sink below him, immediately starting to scrub off any remains of the ketchup you’d had on your burger. Unpacking the stick from the package, you pulled it out and poked at your teeth.

Sans finished his food rather quickly too, and burped obnoxiously. You sent him a questioning glare, and he responded with a casual “‘cuse me.” You smiled at his manners, and got out from your seat. “Hey, mind if I take a look through the jukebox?” You asked him, and he waved a skeletal hand in the air dismissively. “‘course not. have fun.” You left, and strolled over to the brightly lit music player.

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Feysand with Feyre cooking for Rhys for their anniversary Modern AU

Okay, so this ended up taking a bit of a twist, and there was fire… but I hope you like it?

              She had taken lessons with Nesta

              (“It’s supposed to be  relaxing” – words spoken by her sister, through clenched teeth as she failed, once again, to follow  the most basic of instructions – “well, whoever decides to make me cook can damn well starve.”)

              Feyre hadn’t blown anyone away with her culinary skills by any means, but she had managed to  be… adequate.  Since she didn’t have ambitions to be a five star chef, adequate had served Feyre perfectly well.

              But today she had gotten a little ambitious. Now, Rhys would be home at any second, and Feyre was frantically rushing around the kitchen finishing last minute details.  She mentally cursed herself, because she had timed everything perfectly, except she’d gotten distracted with a painting, and it had screwed everything up.  Which wouldn’t have been such an issue… except she had gotten a bit ambitious with the damn food.

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Don’t Fear the Reaper Chapter 19: Reunited

Sam Winchester x Reader

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Chapter Summary: After following Death for a week, you run into an old friend, changing your course once again.

Story Summary:  You are a reaper, actually one of Death’s favorites.  You’ve been following the story of the Winchesters for a while, staying out of sight, never letting them see you. You slowly fall in love with Sam, even though he doesn’t know you exist. But that all changes one day. Set in Season 5

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“Dean?” You asked breathlessly, looking into the face of a man you still considered a close friend. Even if he couldn’t stand the sight of you, he would always have a special place in your heart. Currently sprawled in his lap, your energy completely zapped from transferring so many souls in such a short time. Truthfully, you weren’t sure you could move from you spot, even if he tried to kill you.

“Hey Y/N, didn’t expect to see you here. But then again, you are a Reaper, so…” He muttered, his hands on your waist, steadying you. Making no move to shove you off of his lap.

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My Husband, Kim JunMeow

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Chapter o6. Kitten Love

“Your cat is over twenty years old,” the vet starts explaining the health check reports.

My mouth forms into an “O”.

“Well, we’re basically the same age, Bud,” I tease as I stroke my grumpy cat, who’s depressingly melted against the table.

“Well, in cat years, he’s almost 100,” the doctor corrects.  

My eyes widen and I pull JunMeow up to look at me.  “Dayum, you’re old and still horny?” I joke to try to make my cat happier but he’s still frowning and refusing to look at me.  His expression reads, “You betrayed me.

“…he’s nearing the end of his life…” the vet lays down the facts as gently as possible.  I never realized how fast my heart could plummet.  My body freezes in place as shock waves run down my spine.  JunMeow’s paw pulsates against my fingertips.  

“So it’s not really necessary to get him neutered.  It’s up to you as the owner,” she tosses the ball back of me but I’m too lost in my emotional eye contact with JunMeow to respond.  Having his secret exposed to the one person he wished would never know, hurts JunMeow so much.  His beautiful crystal orbs coat in excess water as he watches tears form in his angel’s eyes.  

The walk back home is a quiet one.  Instead of putting him back into the carrier, I decide to carry him in my arms.  We pass a pet store and I walk in.  Normally, vocal and giddy, JunMeow remains zealous and continues to stare at me despite what is supposed to be for him, Heaven on Earth.  I end up spending a whole paycheck on cat supplies.

“I’ll make you the happiest cat,” I promise and try to bite back tears when the vet’s words repeat again in my mind.  

“Meow…” JunMeow’s purrs are not high-pitch but soft and sad.  

“Do you want a cat condo?” I offer.  I would probably have to feed on saltines for a month due to the cost but if it makes the kitty happy…

“Meow :(“ my cute cat takes my hand with both his paws and shakes his head.  

Sniffling back tears, I suggest, “What about a cat bed?  Look at this one it’s soft and is shaped like a fish!”

Again, he shakes his head.

“How about—“

JunMeow jumps from his seat on the cart and wraps his arms around my neck.  Though, I try really hard, I burst into tears.

“I open my heart and let you into my life and you’re just going to die on me?” I tearfully choke.

Weeping along, the white cat tightens his paws around me and smushes his fluffy head against my face.  His fur gets in my teeth but I’m too heartbroken to be upset.  That night, I let him sprawl out all his toys, messily around my apartment.  We play “catch-the-laser” until he’s so tired out that he dozes off on my lap.  With a sad smile, I stroke his back.

“You can meet up with your lover as much as you want,” I whisper and kiss the top of his head.  Gingerly, so as to not wake him up, I pick him up and head to the bed to call it a night.  

In the middle of the night, rain transforms the cat, nestled at the croak of my neck, into his human form.  Under the same blankets again, just like the last few times the transformations happened over night.  Only, this time, the feeling is different.  With glassy orbs, Junmyeon cups my cheek with his warm palm and admires my angelic sleeping form.  I whimper in my sleep, “Suho…” and it causes the strong man’s lips to ripple.  Tenderly, he leans in, and presses his lips against the center of my forehead.  

Cats have nine lives, it’s both a myth and reality.  Essentially, they don’t really die nine times, instead, they are allowed to be mortally injured protecting someone up to nine times.  For Junmyeon, the first time was at the dumpster, when his human friend began to shiver and convulse with a seizure.  He hugged her, allowing her to steal away his body heat until he turned ice cold.  The second time was when he accidentally scratched her arm when they were playing and she ended up with a frightening infection that would have cost her, her life, had he not bargained one of his lives to the Heavens.  After that, he daren’t appear in front of her, fearing that he’d hurt her once again.  So for years, after he was tossed away by her family, he evaded being rescued by animal activists, opting to feed on leftovers at the back of a restaurant, and calling a tunnel his home, than to be adopted by another.  It’s stupid, but he didn’t think he could love another like he did with the angel who saved him from giving up on life completely.  

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Jimin Scenario: Yours.

Request: Could I request a Drabble where Y/N was best friends and girlfriend to jimin before he became an idol and they had to break up cause of company rules and every time he visits his home he’s told your out and then one day he sees you in a coffee shop in Seoul and chases after you cause he doesn’t wanna let you go again and a fluffy reunion 

Genre: Romance    


The warm Busan air always made Jimin feel at peace, it was like a tender caress on his skin, undoubtedly welcoming him back home. Jimin smiled to himself and felt sorry because he couldn’t stay for long, maybe if he had just some extra days to spare he could be able to see you. Only see you, he didn’t even intent to do anything else besides observing you, to see that way in which you smiled that he missed so much.

Jimin shoved his hands inside his stylish ripped jeans pockets and sighed. His eyes were fixed on the house in front of him, the one to which his feet still knew the path from memory, the house where he had visited you so many times, where he found his first best friend, his first kiss, his first love. More often than not he wondered what could have been of you if he becoming an idol didn’t get on the way, if you didn’t have to break up only because his company didn’t allow a relationship back when he started.

He wished things didn’t take the turn they did, and maybe that’s why he always stopped at your house hoping to see you, yet he seemed to have such a bad timing, you were never there and Jimin couldn’t really do something about that, so he turned around and walked away once again, it was already time for him to go back to Seoul and the life he had chosen to live.

It had been hard since day one to move away, to leave so many things behind, you undoubtedly being the hardest one because he lost two significant others at once, his best friend and his girlfriend, it was still hard but Jimin had somehow learned to handle it better. His mind still wandered back to you from time to time, when he was up on the stage and wondered if you were seeing him, if you wanted to see him at all.  

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