i mean the longer you look the better it gets

ARIES: eat frozen yogurt and take not-so-shitty Polaroids because these memories mean more than you’ll ever know. you are unique. go on adventures, and let yourself be taken with whatever these heated days have to offer.  you remind me of the good that will persevere no matter how bad it gets. i have so much love for you in my heart, and thank you for being the closest thing to home i know. you have saved so many people with those warm arms of yours. i am lucky enough to be one of them.

TAURUS: i hope you let your skin get painted over in gold from sunshine and your cheeks hurt with the weight of your smiles. see new things,  but be safe.  if it gets rough, just know there’s nothing you can’t get through. you are a smart and beautiful everywhere. embrace your humor, you’ve always had a knack for keeping me laughing.  

GEMINI: this is your time. the skies are blue with your name painted in every breeze. it’s all yours if you want it. i think you should spend as much time as you can outside, because there is something about summer that will always love you. eat your birthday cake on a picnic with the most loveliest person you know, and let all your stress fade into the chlorine smell of swimming pools and sticky sweet smell of skin and sunscreen. it’ll be good, i promise.

CANCER: you deserve to shine as bright as you possibly can, you deserve to see the stars, and taste galaxies, and love someone who knows what that word means. you deserve so much, much more than i’ll ever be able to give. but i will give it up anyway. no more regrets. dance a lot to loud music, and sleep with your entire body and soul, take care of yourself in the most gentle way you know how. i want you to have fun. go out and do something only mildly reckless. i want you to find stories, to tell, to write, to capture, to paint, to sing half badly at the top of your lungs. you are so lovely. none of these words will ever be enough to tell you how grateful i am that you are here.

LEO: we’ve got a calendar of things to do but it’s gonna be alright, trust me. you’ve got an army of love ready to fight the stress any hour of the day. there is so much good waiting for you, so much greatness you deserve.  if there is a battle, you are the winning side. you’re the strongest person i know but please remember take care of yourself. travel far and i hope you find different places that feel like home.

VIRGO: i just want you to smile. a little, a lot. i want you to feel lighter than things have been recently, or in the past, just want you to relax. the world is always moving, turning, constantly, and it can be deafening the amount of noise. sometimes people act like they don’t hear you, but they do. they’re just too stupid to admit it. you’re so goddamn gorgeous. enjoy the sun, i hope you find something new to love.

LIBRA: you mean so much, you matter so fucking much, there will be never enough of my stupid poetic sayings to describe it. this is what this is, stupid. just another time i couldn’t keep my mouth shut. you’re a different aspect of life, one that i’ve neglected. my most sincere apologies.  you’ve always believed so much, i admire that about you. i hope you’re happy every possible moment you can be, and i hope you are loved. this summer should be good. you deserve it.

SCORPIO: calm down, breathe in, breathe out. you are always there, like a constant thrum in the background or the sound of screaming poetry, no matter the noise, i am nothing but appreciative of your love. i hope you live your days breathing in salty sweet air of the sea and that your skin is speckled gold with sand and that your soul is breathing and alive. things will work out, i like to believe the universe has a way of giving back to the good ones. you’re one of them. good. calm. pure. something sinful, yeah maybe, but i’m alright with going to hell as long as i see you there.

SAGITTARIUS: there is sunshine loving adventures waiting for you. i think you’ll hate and love airplanes a little bit more, and get a little pissed at the way time seems to run on it’s own agenda, but all in all, i know it’s going to be a good month. draw, paint, laugh, go on road trips with good music playing in the background and take a selfish amount of pictures. there are memories that will keep you warm longer than the sun ever has.

CAPRICORN: i don’t know what to expect out of you that’s anything less than greatness. don’t run forward but a walk in the park can do wonders sometimes. you’re life. don’t forget that. have fun, don’t sit idle. move around, go downtown and look at sculptures and art you have no idea what they mean. laugh. a lot. be a child, cause you know things are only getting harder. but you’re better. you’re good. things will work itself out. what is broken, will always rearrange.

AQUARIUS: summers are either chlorine stained hearts or the breath of fresh air in your lungs, and this time around might feel a little bit of both. work with what you have, i don’t know what else to say. but remember you are not poison. yes there is black ink spilling from your pen and sometimes your gushing veins, but it is not a part of hell you have to keep inside of yourself so you don’t infect and destroy and hurt hurt hurt. humans, we’re heaven and hell combined in one animal. and that’s it. you’re only human. nothing more, nothing less. and that’s okay. keep breathing. i know you can take care of yourself, but thing is, you don’t have to. you are not alone.

PISCES: i don’t see you around much, but your tenderness is always in my heart. i hope you pick flowers and decorate your hair with the aesthetic cause you’re a sunflower in a garden full of weeds. you told me that once. i’ll never forget. i hope you love yourself. if things are spiraling, i will do good on my promise to sink with you, no matter the distance, no matter the time spent apart, we’re always together. somewhere. i miss you yeah. there is no battle ship, there are no more gun shots and bullet wounds, and you’ll be okay. the sun will be sweet to you. listen to good music and visit a new cafe. you have so much love to give.

—  JUNE ADVICE FOR THE SIGNS // X.V
Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Okay, well I’ve seen some upsetting stuff lately about Hunk not getting any character development and how he was dumb downed to nothing but food jokes and fart jokes and all that other stuff and I’m like…really. …what show were you watching?

Hunk had a lot of development.

Those Blue Space Cookies he was making, he had to translate Altean Recipes, to English and he had to find the ingredients in a language not of his own. (Pidge had to learn by simulation) Yes, his timing of the cookies were off, but he was making it by the Altean book.

The Conversation with Hunk and the Space Taco. He was talking about some major freaking Black Hole Physics there, using a taco as an example.

Let’s say you want to make it from Point A to Point B on a flat surface (tortilla ). If you travel in the straight line, it will take you longer to get to where you want to go.

Now if you fold the flat surface into a taco shape, Points A and B are closer and there for faster.

His thought process is food and it may work with him better then numbers and formulas. I mean, cooking is an art.

Look how in the Space Mall episode. Hunk was able to get people enjoying the food and cooking it the right way. People do not understand how much work goes into cooking. It’s chemistry, it’s math. It works for Hunk and it’s freaking amazing.

And if you think I’m gonna stop there.

When Keith and Shiro was with the Blades Galra, Hunk offered how to hack into Red using Frequency Waves. (A shout out to Episode 1 fraunhofer lines).

Then we had the famous Keith and Hunk Episode. Hunk was awkward at first, but he didn’t treat Keith like he was a problem. He saw that Keith was having issues and needed help, so Hunk made light of the situation.

Keith talked to Hunk, because Keith was afraid Allura would hate him and Hunk tired to help.

Hunk made Keith feel better enough to joke with him, that was wow. They worked well as a team, because of it, their interactions and teamwork was amazing. Hunk even teases Keith about being a Galra, making it more normal.

When Hunk and Keith got back, Allura thanked Hunk and ONLY Hunk. Hunk in that moment, didn’t take Allura’s shit and told her Keith was there too. No one else said a damn thing.

Hunk was the only one to call Allura out on it….There is so, so much more I can add, but if people are intrested, I’ll work more on it.

But YES, HUNK HAD DEVELOPMENT IN SEASON 2 AND PEOPLE IGNORED IT.

Hunk is more than food…but that is his thought process.

@paststory
For wonderful chat about Hunk.

naryle  asked:

so, for your botw zelink fanfic, can you maybe do like a re-imagining of the scene where Link tells Zelda the reason why he doesn't talk ( as stated in the diary )?

Today was the day. After the events of yesterday, Zelda had come to the realization that she needed to talk things out with her appointed knight. With Link. There was miscommunication between them, if that’s what you could call it. He never spoke a word, and that was probably why she misinterpreted him so badly. But she assumed the worst of him and let it show, and now was the time to put things right.

After she got dressed and left her room, she waited for her knight to arrive. Usually she would go on without him, uneager to have him join her, but not today. So when he finally arrived, the surprise in his eyes was unmistakeable.

“Good morning.” She said, and he nodded to her. “Link, could I talk to you privately?” She clasped her hands in front of her, fingers fidgeting together nervously. She had thought over what she was going to say all night, sleeping restlessly over it. Now it was time that she put all that had transpired between them to rest.

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Jungkook Scenario: Walking On Air.

Request: Hello em & mars. Hope y'all doing gr8. As simple as it gets. Awkward jk trying to help/ deal with his gf when she has her period. “1st time for him” Thanks.

Genre: Fluff


Jungkook was almost sure that he had done something wrong, even if he couldn’t imagine what that was, that or you were being particularly moody today.

You were sitting together as you watched television or at least tried to do so as none of the channels or the programs that were on satisfied you, you grumbled under your breath at each, saying how pointless television was these days, Jungkook kept quiet just watching you, thinking it was a bit odd but that maybe you couldn’t find something in particular.

-But what do you want to see?- he asked.

-I don’t know- you snapped. -Nothing of this for sure, I can’t believe there’s nothing good on, what are people doing with TV these days? How they even earn their money?-

Jungkook looked ahead at the TV deciding to not say anything else, then he noticed you were rearranging for what was probably the tenth time the cushions behind you, you had done that too many times since you sat on the couch so Jungkook stared oddly at you but he didn’t say anything about that either.

-I wanna eat something- you stated suddenly turning off the TV, standing up.
Jungkook stood up as well, he was always down for food so he agreed following you to the kitchen. Once there you looked into the fridge and frowned at whatever was inside. You were behaving weirdly ever since he arrived, you had invited him to spend the day at your house, saying you missed him so much, but now Jungkook was doubting if you really wanted him there.

-We could order something- he proposed trying to find a solution to your bad mood. 

-No, I’m not hungry anymore-

Jungkook was bafled, just minutes ago you had said you were hungry, and now weren’t. -Y/N, is there something wrong?-

-What?-

-Why are you angry? I don’t understand- he said it clearly, you were being all angry and moody for no reason.

-I’m not angry ok? I’m just…- you huffed. -I just need a damn break-

Jungkook frowned, a break from what? From him? -Did I do something?-

-You?-

Jungkook doubted, maybe he hadn’t done anything after all. -Yes… or well, I don’t know what’s wrong and you are being like this-

-Well sorry if that’s so wrong for you-

He sighed. -Do you want me here or should I leave? Because I feel like you are… I don’t know having a moment and I don’t understand what is fucking wrong-

-Yes leave- you sighed soundly. -Of course not, don’t leave, I want to be with you, I just don’t know why everything is so shitty today-

-If you tell me what’s wrong, I could help, don’t you think? Because if it is something that I did then tell me, I’ll fix it-

You crossed your arms annoyed. -This is not about you Jungkook-

-Then what is it? Why are you being like this?-

You seemed to doubt for a moment and looked warily at him, your arms still crossed in front of your chest. -I have my period ok?- you admitted with a frown. -Excuse me if I didn’t want to tell you-

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Protective/Supportive Aaron

For @bartsugsy and @sapphicsugden as requested (Includes some paraphrasing.)

•6th February 2015 Remember that one minor incident when Aaron sent Robert away to get married and rid Wylie’s of any evidence that they were ever there and continued to keep that secret even after he found out Robert pushed Katie. Which is the only reason Robert’s gorgeous ass hasn’t been rotting away in a prison cell for the last two years. But no big deal. Just Aaron saving Robert on a daily basis.
•9th February 2015 Aaron’s new mantra where Robert and Katie’s death are concerned “It’s not his fault!” 
•10th February 2015 The slap heard round the world when mama bear Chas turns feral on her cub because Aaron dares to blame Katie for sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong. Obviously it was Katie’s fault Robert burnt down her caravan.
•11th February 2015 Go ahead and tell Chrissie I’ve been boning her husband mum and WE ARE DONE!!! 
•9th April 2015 BTW Paddy. I totally text Katie and told her to meet me at Wylie’s that day. It was all totes my fault and you shouldn’t blame Robert for anything! EVER!!!
•12th May 2015 God Robert why are you such a human disastercase getting drunk off a single pint (👀👀👀) of whiskey? Let me help you back to the pub, get you a glass of water and kindly let you sneak in a little snog.
•13th May 2015 *Clears throat* Excuse me Chrissie, I might have been one of the people who broke into your house so I know for a fact Robert’s super sorry about it. Now can you please take your sad sack of a husband back? (Even if I still kind of sort of love him and want him to be mine.)
•25th June 2015 Cain my man! I know Robert might look really good with a bruised face but you still can’t beat the hell out of him like this. Here babes. Let me help you home and pretend it has nothing to do with my ongoing struggle over how much I still love you. K…K…cool.
•21st July 2015 Geez “Dad”! My boyfriend’s a total idiot who likes to run his mouth off but stop making up lies and saying he tried to bury you in a grain pit. While you’re at it stay away from me!  
•25th September 2015 (Also 22nd October 2015) Listen dude, I really hate you but I’m still going to cry over your bleeding body while I try to stop the life from leaving you and decide if I really want you to live or die.
•18th March 2016 *Chokes on beer* LIV! It’s super inappropriate to ask someone what it’s like getting shot and we defs don’t ask to see the scar. (Side eye…especially since I still haven’t seen it yet.)
•5th April 2016 So the thing is Robert, my little sister is a bit confused right now and she recorded you saying you bribed Ryan. Now we both know that was a really ridic move on your part but you’ve been super amazing and taken care of me a lot and I really don’t want anything to happen to you for protecting me so I’ll try to do the same for you.
•10th May 2016 Hey now missy! I will tolerate a lot but I draw the line at comparing my boyfriends godlike face to that of a rodent. Show some respect. You know I missed out on some…..tea time…with him yesterday because of you.
• 6th June 2016 Okay I’ve been in jail enough times to know the rules so you need to let my guy go before I really start to lose it. And you Olivia Flaherty take a good look at everything Robert has done recently because guess what. THAT’S LOVE! ALL OF IT WAS BECAUSE HE LOVES ME!
•14 July 2016 *Staring at Robert dreamily* What’s that officer? I was busy mooning over him calling me his boyfriend. Oh yeah. He DEFINITELY bought me a super sweet expensive watch back in February.
•16 August 2016 Babe that purse doesn’t really go with your outfit AND NEITHER WILL HANDCUFFS IF YOU GET SENT DOWN FOR HELPING YOUR BROTHER. Please don’t risk your life and our future for that. I can’t lose you.
•17 August 2016 Fiiiiiiiiine……..I’ll help you take down Lachlan and the Whites (even though I dont really think it’s a good idea) but we have to be super careful or someone (namely us) could get hurt.
•31 August 2016 Lachlan: I’m gonna kill you. Aaron: Human shield activate. Robert: That was hot as hell! He is so getting laid tonight.
•17 October 2016 Hey there Lachlan! Let me show you what happens when vile little cretins such as yourself threaten my love and my life. First, you get your head shoved in this conveniently placed barrel of water. Then thrown in the boot of my car.
•20 October 2016 ROBERT PLEASE GET OUT OF THIS FUCKING CAR! I’M SCARED OF DYING BUT I LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND I NEED YOU TO LIVE!
•08 November 2016 Diane, Robert was just trying to help Andy and do what he thought was best for your family. *mumbles under breath* Not that any of you would ever notice or appreciate the way he bends over backwards for you anyways.
• 11th November 2016 Here love. Let me rub your back and console you while you mourn your mother. Sorry your siblings couldn’t make it.
•1st December 2016 THE HE’S MINE BACK OFF LADY DEATH STARE!!! If looks could kill Rebecca would be long gone and this storyline would never have happened. (I’m counting it! Fight me!)
•5th January 2017 I’m sorry Chrissie, remind me again how it’s Robert’s fault Lachlan shot your dad? Pretty sure he picked that gun up all on his own. So stop ruining my birthday! 
•20th January 2017 Robert you really are a total flaming idiot if you don’t take this opportunity to run a mile because I’m not good for you. 
•21st February 2017 Robert Jacob Sugden you are amazing! You did everything in your power to give me the wedding of my dreams and more importantly than that you chose the pub where I was dared you to stand up and proudly announce to everyone who and what you are. 
•21st February 2017 Whoa there Diane how about we get you a drink and avoid talking about Jack. (Because he totally didn’t deserve someone as incredible as Robert. He should have loved him unconditionally and if he was here today I’d probably knock him on his ass for messing with this beautiful man’s head.) Although, babe you really should think about talking to Vic and Diane about it. It might help you to move on.
•6th April 2017 OMG babe! I’m so sorry I accidentally punched you’re perfect beautiful face. (This time I really didn’t mean it.) Here let me caress it softly and make it all better. There there now.
•12th April 2017 Listen Robert we both know you didn’t get that tummy by running on the regular. Save yourself and go home before you keel over and die. I’ll be fine. (Okay so it’s a stretch but I feel a tummy mention is just expected of me at this point.)

i loved you, then i lost you {6}

a/n: yall even im not ready 


pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff + angst

summary:  you watched and watched as taehyung suffered from his one-sided love, comforting him when he cried, comforting him as he threw up those fucking flower petals. it hurt you whenever he would stare lovingly into that girl’s eyes, giggling and playing with her hair. it pained you when he kept throwing up flowers, pushing the thought that his lover didn’t love him away; he was so dejected, yet he never saw how much happiness he brought to you.

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You turned around quickly, heart racing as soon as you heard that bang. You ran over to Taehyung, who doubled over and clutched his stomach. His breathing quickened as he clutched the wound, lips trembling.

“Ha..ow…” He gasped for breath as his body shook.

“Taehyung, stay with me, it’s only an injury to your uh, stomach, you’ll be okay!” You reassured him, staring up at the door. There was no one there, but the faint sound of footsteps scurrying away was still able to be heard. You stood up and ran out the front door, looking around. “Son of a bitch!” You screamed out loud. “Where did you go?!”

“Taehyung! Oh God, what happened?!” Namjoon ran downstairs, his hair sticking up in so many directions God knows what happened to it. He slid next to Taehyung, grabbing his phone out his pocket.

“..Someone shot him,” You spat, walking back inside and shutting the front door. You locked it securely. “I..I think it was one of the people targeting you, Namjoon.”

He glanced down at Taehyung, who was squirming in pain as he cried silently. “They tracked me down here..?” He murmured, shaking his head. “That’s not important. We need to get Taehyung to the hospital.”

You sat down next to Taehyung. He clutched his wound tightly, his teeth chattering against each other. “Calm down,” you whispered softly. “We’ll take you to the hospital, alright?”

He sniffled, trying to make out the word “yes”. “Y-Y..Yes,” He butchered the word slowly.

It wasn’t long until the ambulance arrived. They carefully lifted Taehyung up onto the small stretcher. It seemed a bit..extra for a shot in the stomach, but you shrugged it off; gunshots were scary no matter where they hit. Both you and Namjoon rode with Taehyung in the back of the ambulance,  You stared down at Taehyung’s injury while he fell asleep, which in this situation was surprising.

When you arrived at the hospital, they took Taehyung over to one of the smaller rooms inside. The doctor nodded at the two of you when he came out the room and sat you down. “So, you’re (y/n) (l/n), right?”

“Yes.”

He looked up at Namjoon. “Kim Namjoon?”

“Yes,” Namjoon nodded.

“Okay..well, the bullet seems to be lodged somewhere in the stomach, but it seems we can take it out.” The doctor clicked the pen. “It  may take a while though.”

“It’s fine if it does,” You said quickly.

He nodded. “Alright.” Standing up, he motioned for both you and Namjoon to go into the room. “You’re free to come in and check on him.”

The two of you walked inside the small room as the doctor left. “Taehyung,” Namjoon whispered loudly. Taehyung’s half-lidded eyes shot open as he looked around.

“Yes?” He answered quietly.

“Uh..you good?”

He shrugged. “I guess. It just hurts a lot.”

You sighed and rolled back your sleeves. Your eyelids were becoming heavy as you struggled to keep yourself awake. It was almost midnight since the incident and you felt like dying inside.

“(y/n)?” Taehyung called out. “Are you tired?”

You looked at him, raising your head slowly. “No, I’m fine.”

He smiled. “Good.”

Namjoon cleared his throat, feeling out of place. I mean, anyone would when you knew two people you had known were in a complicated “relationship.”

You felt a sharp pain shoot through your head as you stumbled to the right, brushing Namjoon’s shoulder. “Hm?”

You clenched your jaw as you covered your mouth, coughing quietly. You heard a tiny splash of blood drip onto the floor as Namjoon and Taehyung watched.

“D-D-D-Do I get a nurse?!” Namjoon panicked, looking around in alarm.

“Y-Yeah, get a nurse!” Taehyung hurried Namjoon, trying to move from the bed.

“No, stay there, Taehyung.” Namjoon whispered as he ran out to fetch a nurse.

Your knees lost it’s power as you fell down, your hand that covered your mouth falling back down onto the floor. Tiny flashes of the moment where you and Taehyung kissed pounded into the walls of your mind, the sound of you throwing up those flowers echoing throughout the large room.

“(y/n),” Taehyung whispered. You couldn’t see him, but his voice was all you needed to hear to know he was on the verge of crying.

“…in here!” Nurses rushed into the room and quickly ran over to you, first staring at the bloodied flowers in awe, then helping you up. Namjoon panted as you were carried away to another room, watching you helplessly.

Your vision went white as the pain increased. You felt like you were being suffocated once again. The muted noises of chatter surrounded you as you were laid down on a bed. “Here,” A loud voice said in your right ear. “The bucket is right next to you, alright? The doctor will be here soon.” The voices eventually left as you threw up into the bucket, and your vision was going back to it’s normal.

You gasped for breath when it finally stopped, spitting out the blood in the bucket. You laid back in the bed, panting heavily. The door creaked open slowly and a small head popped out. “(y/n)?”

“..Yes..?” You croaked, trying to catch your breath.

“Oh goodness, I’m so sorry I didn’t come earlier!” The doctor hurried in. You looked up at the doctor, realizing it was a girl. She looked down in the bucket and blinked. “Did you spill our flower vase?”

“Um..no,” You answered quietly.

She stared at you with confusion. “But then..”

“Hanahaki Disease, m’am.”

She gasped. “It’s real?!” The doctor sighed. “I’m sorry, it must be so painful!”

You shrugged. “Yeah.”

She looked down at you and smiled. “I believe it stays with you until you die, honey. Have you made an appointment to get the surgery?”

You shivered, feeling a bit annoyed. No, you were not getting that fucking surgery. “No.”

She stared. “…No?”

“No.”

The doctor sighed. “Well..it’s your choice.”

“But,” You sat up quickly, staying quiet for a second from the dizziness. “Kim Taehyung. He’s in room 23.” You looked up at her. “He has the Hanahaki Disease too.” You fiddled with your hands. “He..He’s gonna get a surgery to get a bullet out his wound, and..is it possible for you to also get rid of that core that makes him throw up the flowers?”

The doctor scratched the back of her neck, looking back at you. “Hm..sure, if he-”

“No!” You yelped out loud a bit too loudly. “I mean, um..he won’t do it unless I do, but he’s been suffering longer than I have.” You set your hands down in your lap. “As much of an ass I’m being by not telling him, he’ll be better.”

“But what about you, Miss?” The doctor whispered.

“I’ll just die.” You shrugged.

“I..see.” She smiled. “I’ll try my best to convince the surgeon.”

“Thank you.” You smiled back at her. The doctor left hastily without another word as you laid back down. You did it. Taehyung would be free. It really did make you happy, but you weren’t smiling.

“Huh.” You wondered why.

The hospital released you when you persisted you were fine an could take care of yourself. Taehyung stayed back inside the hospital while Namjoon took you home.

“You’re okay, right?” Namjoon asked, glancing at you while you walked.

“Yes, I’m fine, Namjoon. Don’t worry,” You reassured him. He groaned, carding his fingers through his messy hair.

“Don’t worry my ass, (y/n). You don’t see people throwing up flowers everyday.”

“Shush.” You glared at him. You looked at your phone as it changed to 4:00 AM. “God, it’s so late..”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me? All I said-”

“No, shut up.” Namjoon whispered, freezing in his place. You looked at him and froze when a cold, solid object was pressed against your head. You tried turning your head to see, but your head was turned back to face forward.

“I never thought you’d be with Namjoon, (y/n).”

“Hoseok, put the gun down.” You whispered.

“You know,” Hoseok said loudly to you. “I have to admit, it was smart to move here. I didn’t put anything to track Namjoon down.” His hands gripped the gun tighter. “But then a little birdy went out of his way to track you down instead. I knew there would’ve been a reason for you to randomly come to South Korea.”

You looked at Namjoon, who also had a gun placed to his head. The streets were empty and silent at this time of night, the only sounds besides Hoseok’s words were the faint noises of cars speeding past in the distance.

“I said, put the gun down, Hoseok. You won’t shoot.”

“Oh, maybe not you, but I will to Namjoon.” He whispered closely to your ear, beginning to dig the gun into the side of your head.

“It wasn’t my fault.” Namjoon grumbled.

“Wasn’t your fault?! WASN’T YOUR FAULT?!” Hoseok yelled, wrapping his arm around your neck. You let out a strangled noise of some kind as he pointed his gun at Namjoon. “Don’t you dare say that! My mother..she died because of your father, who shouldn’t be breathing at this point..”

“And that means you should target me too?”

“Yes!” Hoseok screamed. “I saw it with my eyes, you piece of shit! You..you killed her alongside with him!”

Your eyes widened as Hoseok panted, overwhelmed. Namjoon hung his head down in surrender.

Hoseok kept your chin up with his arm and nodded at the other man, dragging the two of you down the alleyway in between two buildings in the neighborhood. You struggled to wiggle out his grip, earning a snarl from Hoseok. God, he was so different - everything about him was scary. His expression and aura had changed to some kind of..you shivered at the thought.

Hoseok lifted up a large garage, pulling the small handle upwards. He dropped you onto the cement ground, along with Namjoon falling beside you. Both your hands were tied together tightly and the same with your feet. Hoseok reloaded his gun and shoved it in his pocket.

“Do something and we’ll snap your necks open, got that?” He snapped, turning around and leaving the garage. He grabbed the top handle and pulled it downwards, leaving it there with a loud slam.

The dimly lit room was silent as you and Namjoon tried to find a way to get out of the situation. “Shit,” He mumbled under his breath as his hands wriggled around. You glanced at him, then looked around. No objects, just an empty room. What were you gonna do?

“Your phone,” Namjoon gasped. “Get your phone.”

You stared at him. “You really think I can get my phone out like this.”

“Just try!”

You turned your wrist around a bit to reach down in your back pocket. Your fingers clutched onto the top of the phone as you struggled to pull it out. Yes, it seemed simple, but it was harder than you thought with a tight rope wrapped around your wrists. You turned your body to the left slightly and slid the phone away from  your body just a bit.

The two of you stared at it. How would you call anyone? Your hands were tied behind your back.

“Ever used your nose?” Namjoon asked.

“…No.” You sighed and leaned down in front of the phone, pressing your upper lip against the home button. Namjoon cheered in happiness when it turned on. You used your nose to type in the password, sighing in relief when the home screen showed up. You quickly pressed the call icon and swiped down to Jimin’s contact.

You tapped on his icon and called him.

The two of you waited anxiously for him to answer.

“Mm…hello?”

You jumped at the voice. “Jimin, it’s (y/n). Namjoon and I, we got kidnapped.”

“WHAT?”

“Just..Just come!”

“Where are you?!”

“Um..uhhh..in a garage thingy in an alleyway near my house!”

The garage opened with another slam. You looked up in fear as Hoseok grabbed his gun and shot a bullet at the phone. The screen shattered as Jimin’s voice died out.

“Son of a bitch,” Hoseok growled.

He looked at you and squatted down, pulling you by your chin. “I thought you were better than this.”

“That’s what I thought for you too, Hoseok.” You spat.

He tapped his gun on your head. “All you had to do was not fuck up, not meet Namjoon, and stay in New York.”  

You glared at him. “Fuck you.

Hoseok grabbed you and pulled you up, bringing your face closer to his. “Say that one more time.”

“Fuck. You.”

Hoseok slammed his gun into your face, knocking you down to the ground. You gasped out loud with pain, squeezing your eyes shut. Namjoon gritted his teeth together, shooting a nasty glare at Hoseok.

“Since you’re affiliated with my enemy, I won’t hesitate to hurt you, (y/n).” Hoseok smirked, pointing his gun at you.

You stayed down on the ground as Namjoon looked up at Hoseok. “What are you gonna do with us now? We won’t do anything for you, dipshit.”

Hoseok tapped his chin with his finger. “True, true.” He smiled at the two of you. “Then, how about I hurt your friends that are supposedly going to come to rescue you?”

Your eyes widened at those words, shooting upwards. “You..you wouldn’t.”

“I will.” His smiled widened. “If it hurts you all, then I will.” He turned to the man behind him, who was playing with the trigger of his gun. “Keep an eye out for any noises or people. If you see anyone, kick them down. It doesn’t matter who it is.” Hoseok narrowed his eyes. “Knock ‘em unconscious or beat them to a bloody pulp.”

“Hoseok, no!” You yelled, trying to somehow shimmy over there. Hoseok looked down at you with pity, letting out a strained laugh. The man quickly sprinted out another exit of the garage, disappearing silently. Hoseok stayed with the two of you.

“Just let her go,” Namjoon murmured.

“Nah.”

“Why not?”

“Cause she’s your friend,” Hoseok shot his cold glare at you. “And I want to see you suffer.” He lifted his leg and harshly kicked your chin, sending your head to face upwards. It strained your neck as you yelped out, falling backwards. Namjoon watched with horror in his eyes as Hoseok continued to kick you; in your face, stomach, legs, in between your legs even. He seemed to be in a hypnotic state of mind, continuing to curse and kick until blood was forming and dribbling onto the cement.

You groaned out in pain, curling up in a ball. Your breathing quickened as a rush of even more pain smashed you in the head. You gagged loudly before coughing out blood, then flowers. Hoseok stared down at the flowers and squinted. “Did you just throw up flowers?”

You stared at the flowers in front of you and curled up tighter, trembling to fight your tears. You had strong stamina and could handle injuries, sure, but fuck. Hoseok kicked your back. “Answer.” Staying quiet and hiding your face to conceal the tears finally dripping onto your cheeks from your eyes, he cursed out loud. His footsteps disappeared for a split second before coming back. He lifted up your chin and forced a liquid down your throat. It burned greatly and you tried to scream, the liquid dribbling down your mouth. Your mouth was on fire by the time he removed the bottle, smiling at how you were reacting. You coughed multiple times, and the flowers only added to the pain.

Namjoon looked away, not being able to take the abuse.

The garage door suddenly opened, and a muffled scream erupted.

You squinted, trying your best to ignore the fiery taste in your mouth and stared through your blurry vision. A small man. Yoongi? Jungkook? Jimin?

“Mmf!”

Your eyes were fluttering closed, a sudden wave of sleepiness washing over you when the body was tossed next to you, letting out a frightening ‘thump’ from their head colliding with the cement. The person next to you sniffled, then gasped. “(y/n)! Y-You’re here! And Namjoon!”

You squinted, then closed your eyes.

“Hey, hey, no slee-”

You passed out, blocking out all of the noise.

“(y/n)! (y/n)!!!”

You shot up. Your eyes adjusted to the harsh light, looking down. You were in your bed and in your night clothes. Looking around with confusion, a hand grabbed your arm. “You’re awake, finally!”

Still not had adjusted to what was happening, you stared at the person dragging you downstairs. The spiral of stairs seemed to go on forever, forever spiraling around and around, around and around. “Wait, where are we going?”

The person stopped and looked back at you.

You almost screamed out loud.

It was Taehyung. Kim Taehyung, age 22. Known for his looks and amazing personality.

His face was covered with thorns and flowers, eyes completely black. You started to step back, but his arm was clutched tightly on your arm. You were scared, terrified, oh God, oh God. His gaze was digging into your own eyes as vines grew from his upper shoulder, down his arm and onto your arm. They locked both your arms together, and it was tight.

“Let…go!” You cried out loud in fear, trying to jerk your arms free. Your heart was racing, sweat dribbled down your face. “Fuck!” You screamed as the vines wrapped around your neck, tightening itself around it. You let out a garbled noise as it choked you, Taehyung’s eyes still locked with yours.

“We..you promised to stay with me,” He whispered.

You looked at him with teary eyes, kicking your legs, stomping them, trying to kick him back. Your feet kicked his knees, and as he gasped, fell back - bringing you with him.

Your mouth widened in an attempt to scream again, but you met your fate as your face smashed into the stairs, both your and Taehyung’s bodies rolling down those stairs that seemed to go forever.

Your eyes slowly opened again once the rolling seemed to stop. Music blasted into your ears as you yelped, shooting up and standing up straight. You wobbled over a bit, holding your head. Looking around, there were strobe lights blinking everywhere as the people inside the building screamed, danced, and laughed. They danced to the rhythm of the music, smashing their cups full of vodka together.

Your vision was blurry and the room seemed to spin as you stumbled around aimlessly.

“Huh? You look familiar.” Someone grabbed your shoulder and pulled you back. You squinted.

“W..Who..” Your words were slurred as you tried to focus on who was talking to you.

“Oh fuck. It’s you.” The man yelled over his shoulder, then grabbed your shoulders to take you to the back room. The room was filled with smoke as you entered, gagging from the horrible smell. You were thrown onto the couch. You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes.

Jimin sat in front of you, eyes red. Eyes red? You squinted again and looked around. The music was now muted, the the room you were in was lit dimly with one single light bulb. There were cards piled up around the table in front of you with white powder surrounding them. White powder. White. Powder?

You looked up and down between Jimin and the powder. “A..Ah..” You groaned. “Ya..ya doin’…cocaine?”

Jimin’s lips turned up in a smirk. “Been doing it for years now, sweetie.. Since you left.”

“Mm..”

“Jungkook, stop trying to fuck a girl for once and pay attention.” Jimin rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner and leaned back down to the cocaine spilled all over the table, snorting it up in a straight line. He threw his head back and laughed in satisfaction.

Another man flopped next to you. “Look at what you made them. They’re a mess.”

You looked to your right, focusing your vision. The man’s jet black hair was ruffled up and he held a burning cigarette in between his middle and index finger. “Yoongi?”

“Agust D.”

“Yoongi.”

“Agust. D. For. Fuck. Sake.” He snapped.

You stared at him in awe for a moment before you screamed out loud, feeling a hand on your thigh. “What-”

“You came back?”  A silky voice asked quietly. Your head quickly turned to the voice, then blinked.

“I..I don’t understand,” You muttered. “Jungkook, I came back. Like yesterday. Why are you guys so..” You looked around. “M..Messed up?”

“Yesterday?” Yoongi snorted as a woman entered the room, sitting on his lap. “You’ve been missing for almost a decade. Suddenly, you appear in our bar, half-drunk and confused.” His hand slid the woman’s bra strap off.

Turning away, you were also faced with a make out session between Jungkook and another woman as well. You stood up, face burning. Jimin caught your arm and pulled you over, sliding you over the table. You brought the piles of cocaine and cards down on the floor, earning a distasteful groan from Yoongi. “Oh, fuck you.”

Jimin snorted at you, curled up in a ball, terrified.

“Look at what you did.”

Water splashed onto your face as you gasped, eyes shooting wide open. Your face was drenched as you panted, shaking the water away from your eyes. It singed as you were looking around, realizing you were still stuck in the garage area. Taking your time to focus, you looked around again and your eyes laid on another body, who was staring directly at you as well. You almost jumped, “Ohmygod,” You murmured underneath your breath.

“I didn’t know you could sleep during this kind of situation, (y/n).” Jungkook’s small voice whispered.

“Jungkook?” You groaned, trying to dismiss the throbbing in your head. “What are you doing here?”

“Um..I overhead Jimin on the phone, and I kinda locked him inside the house?” Jungkook whispered again.

“YOU WHA-”

A groan from your far right caught your attention, causing you to widen your eyes. Namjoon’s leg looked fucked up - not even the word “fucked up” could describe it. It was twisted for sure though, and he was muttering things to himself as Hoseok yelled at him.

You opened your mouth to yell, but another splash of water hit your face. You spat the water out your  mouth, squeezing your eyes shut. “Hey!” Jungkook yelled out loud at the man. “Don’t throw water on her!” He turned to Hoseok. “You should be glad I’m tied up, buddy!”

Hoseok looked at him, pausing briefly before reloading his gun. Jungkook squeaked, his eyes widening as Hoseok raised it up and shot.

Bang!

Dust fell off and landed on your head as all of you flinched at the sudden noise. The gunshot was extremely loud, leading to your ears ringing in the aftermath. Namjoon kept his eyes shut as you watched Hoseok throw his gun down onto the ground. “Check outside with me,” He told the man, walking out the exit.

“Namjoon..” Jungkook whined, trying to shimmy his way over to him. Namjoon laid there with bruises, biting down and chewing on his lower lip.

“What?” His tired voice answered.

“Don’t die, please..w-we’ll get you to a hospital..!” Jungkook sniffled as he cried, his shoulders bouncing up and down as his breath hitched.

“Mmm..” Namjoon murmured, his body falling limp. Both of you watched in silence, holding your breath. His chest fell and rose in a steady rhythm, leaving you relieved.

“(y/n),” Jungkook turned his body over to face you. “Are we gonna die here?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know.” You looked down at him. “But..”

“But?”

“He did shoot the roof. Houses aren’t that far away from here, so someone must’ve heard it.”

Jungkook’s face lit up. “So we’re saved, right?!”

“Depends if they care.”

“Well…I’m sure they’ll call the cops, anyone would be concerned over a gun shot in their neighborhood.”

You smiled slightly. “Yeah.”

The two of you stayed on the ground, staring at anything to keep their minds empty. Your heart was still racing from that dream, and the thought had just come over your mind. Was Taehyung still in the hospital, waiting for you guys to visit, or was he in the middle of surgery? The thought made you wriggle around with uncertainty, silently praying he wasn’t freaking out.

Hoseok slammed the door open and ran over to the gun, shoving it in his pocket. He walked over to you and loosened the ropes just a bit on your arm and the same with Namjoon and Jungkook. Sirens wailed in the distance as he stood up, grabbing a mask that covered his lower half of his face and sliding it on. He lowered himself down to you and grabbed your chin. “Next time, I’ll find you and put you guys where you should be, down in hell.” He snarled, nodding at the man and quickly running out the garage.

All of you stared at him in surprise. Were you free? Oh shit.

Police officers rushed inside, running over to the three of you to free you. They cut the ropes off, freeing you. You gasped with happiness, rubbing your wrists. Namjoon was still unconscious, but the police officers were bringing him to to their car. It was fine, of course. Jungkook was freed as well, sobbing as he hugged the police officer, who was trying her hardest to tell him it was fine.

The whole thing was a mess. They asked you multiple questions about what happened, everybody walking around and yelling at least something once. “So,” An officer began to speak to you. “Jung Hoseok was kidnapping the three of you?” You nodded, rubbing your sore wrists. He nodded, scribbling something down in pen on his notebook. He smiled. “Alright. Thank you.” He put his hand on your shoulder. “You should go home now. It must’ve been..terrifying.”  He nodded at you and turned around to go back with the rest of his co-workers.

Jungkook jogged up to you, hugging you tightly. “I thought we were gonna like, end up like those people in the movies..” he whispered in your ear. He looked at Namjoon, who was being escorted into a stretcher into an ambulance that had just came by.

“Mhm..”

“So, where are you gonna go now?”

“The hospital.” You began to walk, bringing Jungkook with you. “We’re going to visit Taehyung.”

You quickly walked into the hospital, ignoring the people asking you if you were seeing someone, and walked straight to Taehyung’s room. You stumbled into the doctor, who turned around quickly. “Oh, (y/n).” She looked around, then broke out in a wide smile, hugging you tightly. You flinched at the sudden contact, groaning loudly. “We convinced them to take the core out!” She whispered happily. You blinked, looking at Taehyung. He was fully awake, but didn’t look at you. “The only thing is, though…”

“Doc! We gotta have you over here!” A nurse yeled across the hallway.

“Alright!” She yelled back, letting go of you. “Sorry. I’ll tell you later.” She quickly hurried out the room as you caught your breath, cursing at how much pain you were from the previous incident. Jungkook looked at you and stayed back a bit, shifting from side to side. You walked over to Taehyung, standing over him.

“No hi?”

“Why did you do that?!” Taehyung looked at you with gritted teeth, clutching the bed sheets tightly.

“…Do what?”

“F..Fix me, god damn it!” He yelled, bringing his hands up to his head. “Namjoon..he overheard everything you said. Everything,” He whispered. You felt your heart shatter as he chewed on the inside of his cheek, bringing his knees up to his chest.

“It was for t-”

“Stop acting like you know everything!” He screamed out loud, his eyes wide and face slightly red with anger. “How could you say that?! Throwing away your life like that when you know we..we were together for so long, and yet you just want to kill yourself off like that!” He grabbed your wrist, clutching it tightly. You winced, eyes widening as you tried to take his hand off. “Just get the surgery already!” He yelled, using both his hands to secure your wrist this time. “If..if you don’t, do you know how much Ill suffer? How much guilt I’ll have to face?!”

You slapped a this hand. “Let go of my wrist, Taehyung! It hurts!”

“No! Not until..not until you agree and promise me you’ll get the surgery!” Jungkook was watching with wide eyes, scrambling over and trying to free the two of you off of each other. Pain shot through your arm as you struggled to get his grip off of you.

“T-Taehyung, please, she went through a lot, you can’t-”

Taehyung was crying loudly at this point as he tried to cling onto you, but his grip on your wrist was loosening.

“Taehyung! She was kidnapped, for fuck sake!” Jungkook screamed at him. His eyes widened as Taehyung let go of your wrist, bringing his hands back down to his lap. You fell down, gasping with pain as the red marks began to appear on your wrist.

“K..Kidnapped?” Taehyung whispered quietly.

A nurse came in and quickly got you and Jungkook out of the room. “I wouldn’t recommend talking to him so harshly after he just got out of surgery, you two.”

You looked away as Jungkook apologized quietly. The nurse closed the door after walking inside. You could hear quiet murmurs of “it’s okay,” and apologies. Jungkook sighed, ruffling the back of his hair up. “We should just visit Namjoon. You two always somehow fight..” 

He grabbed your arm and dragged you to the desk near the front door, asking where Namjoon was. Once the two of you got the room number, he quickly dragged you to the small room and opened the door. Namjoon was sleeping quietly, his leg wrapped up in a cast. Jungkook smiled at the sight. “I’m glad he’s not seriously hurt.” He looked up at you. “Jimin’s..probably really mad. Let’s go.” 

You nodded and walked out the hospital with him, waving goodbye. The sunlight hit you harshly, giving you a headache for a split second. You groaned, leaning against the wall. Jungkook looked back at you, biting down on his lip. “You okay?” 

“Yeah..lets just..lets just keep going, alright?” You put a hand on your forehead and continued to walk. Jungkook put a hand on your shoulder as the two of you crossed the street. You stumbled back, your vision becoming distorted. 

“(y/n)?”

You reached the sidewalk already, but a wave of nausea hit you straight up in your face. You fell on your bottom, struggling to get back up. 

Jungkook screamed out your name as you heard a honk from your left. 

“GET OUT OF THERE, (Y/N)!”

Your vision doubled as you saw a pair of headlights coming your way.


a/n: omg im so sorry i take so long to update and the parts arent even that good wtf ;( ahfdsjl im so so sorry

(also this is short too sorry again x2083204829)

what it’s actually like to date Lee Jooheon...

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The Reality of Dating Jooheon…

  • Uh…1,300+ words, this is longer than i thought it would be, but it’s for jooheon, therefore it’s necessary, and he’s so complex that he needs a long post, so let’s get into it, bebes…
  • Realize that Honey’s actually very considerate and serious in the relationship.
  • And, I mean it… seriously. He’s so committed that whenever he chooses to love, you’d better remember that he’s entrusting you to cradle his affection with the utmost care.
  • Once he’s in, he’s IN.
  • Once you get him, you get HIM.
  • His heart is fragile, despite what many may think.
  • I mean, look at him, he’s afraid of everything… sort of. He’s kinda dramatic, to tell you the truth.
  • He can’t tolerate any tomfoolery and fickleness. Like, he physically canNOT.
  • Getting in a relationship with Jooheon is like promising that you’re willing to hold him down for the long ride… y’know… long-term.
  • This is kinda obvious, but you’re his cherished “princess” and he makes sure you know this, and will punch a fly with his fist if it annoys you…
  • Seems hard to approach to others, but you know that he’s nothing but a squish that just likes to have his life under control.
  • Adores being complimented and appreciated, so if you don’t remind him of how much he means to you, be ready to deal with a sulking Jooheon.
  • He can be offended rather easily, so refrain from harsh jokes that could be taken the wrong way, please.
  • He’s a mix between loving to show you his aegyo, or hating to show you his aegyo. It really depends on his mood and if you’re in public or not.
  • Eye contact whenever he smiles, like, what happened to your heart? Oh…it stopped beating because of jooheon, didn’t it?

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One More Dance - Joker x Reader Imagine

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Prompt: I was wondering if you could do a joker X reader imagine were the reader is in a wheelchair because they lost their ability to walk & the joker takes interest in them I’m in one & I haven’t seen any with the joker I just think it’d be interesting

{A/N} I really hope I did this justice, the idea I got when I read your request was immediately very sweet to me. I hope you enjoy it, sweetie! P.S. I made the reader a girl, you said “them” so I wasn’t sure- but if you’d like me to change that, please let me know and I will right away.
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Warnings: Slight fluff.


Imagine being at an opulent lounge in a designer party dress. It’s the most expensive place in town to be, with thousand dollar top shelf liqueurs and liquors, and a live orchestral band. It isn’t your usual scene, in fact it isn’t really your scene at all, but it’s your best friends birthday, and she just had to come.

You watch everyone on the dance floor, spinning and swaying, looking as though they were floating on air and you feel a pang of jealousy. You lost your ability to walk some time ago, and being in a wheelchair now makes you incapable of being spun around on your toes like the other girls. The only thing you can do now is watch and sigh, silently damning your predicament.

“It’s not so bad,” she says to you, knowing whats going through your mind already. “I mean, look at that guy over there, he’s totally eyeing you!” 

Oh, your best friend knew how to get a smile out of you, and you loved that about her the most. She always reminded you that it isn’t so bad, and you always felt better. 

“He is not,” you say, glancing over in the direction she’s looking. To your surprise, he is. His glacial eyes were on nothing but you from across the intimate room. He was staring at you like he’d been stuck in the desert for years, and you were a ocean of fresh water.

You take another look, longer this time. His hair is slicked back and bright green, complimenting his exuberantly pale skin and crimson lips. He’s smoking a cigar, the grey thick smoke surrounding him and his wish-they-were compeers. The smell is lovely to you as it wafts through the air, and you feel as though there’s no one else in the room but the two of you as you let your eyes fall on his again. 

It’s The Joker… you think to yourself, why on earth would he be looking this way?

“Here it’s my birthday, and you’re the one getting ogled,” your friend teases, clearly not knowing who the infamous man staring at you from the table is. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get us some more drinks.”

She leaves, and it’s just you and a half-empty - or half full, as you would call it most of the time - glass of Moet on the table.

It’s as if he were waiting for the moment she got up to leave. He gets up from the table curtly, not bothering to excuse himself from his conversation with the other men. Seconds pass before he’s sitting in your best friends chair, puffing on the cigar now only inches from you.

“Hi there, doll,” he coos.

Unable to grasp what was happening, you stare at him in all his perfection. Up close, he was even more gorgeous. The visible tattoos that covered his face and hands were harsh, but the danger about them covertly excited you.

“Hello,” you finally say, reaching for the glass of champagne before you, wondering where your friend went.

“Nervous?” He asks, lifting a faint brow before revealing his shining metal teeth in a wide grin.

“A little,” you say, all too honestly.

Well,” he started, drawing out the word before taking another puff and releasing it as he speaks, “I was wondering if you’d like to dance with an insane man.”

You can’t help the laugh that his words elicit from you. Shaking your head, you look down. 

“Can’t really do that.” you say, trying to hide the sudden emotion caught in your throat.

“And why not?” He asks, his tone harsh.

Looking away now, assuming this is some sick joke. “Listen,” you start, before you’re suddenly being swept out of the chair and into his arms.

Unsure of whether you wan to scream or smile as he carries you out onto the dance floor, you stay quiet, already calculating a plan to get out.

“You can do whatever the hell you want to, doll face,” he says, almost annoyed before holding you up in the middle of the floor as the band swings to their own music and the couples on the floor get lost in each others eyes.

“What are you doing?” You ask softly, now staring into his blue eyes.

“I asked you to dance, and you didn’t answer me.. So I took it into my own hands.”

You can feel his arms wrapped around your frame as he holds you up with ease, your feet on his as he begins to turn with you. Your heart begins to beat quickly against his chest, and all you want to do is hold him forever. This may be the sweetest gesture from the sickest, most twisted man on earth, and it’s all for you. You catch yourself smiling up at him as his eyes rest on yours.

“There’s that smile I’ve been dying to see..” he growls, and you feel like his breath of fresh air after being suffocated. 

“I could see that pretty, little, smile until the day Batman finally sticks me in Arkham for good.”

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‘You’ve already lost me’ -PART 2

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The regret would come to Newt in quiet moments, such as when he was going to sleep or reading in the library. It would seep to the foreground of his mind and demand to be reexamined again. But he was tired of thinking about it, no amount of analysis was going to turn back the clock.

Every morning you found him curled up asleep beside your door, dark circles running under his eyes. You’d never seen Newt in such a bad state and frankly it was scaring you. Although every time you went to confront him in class, you saw him with Leta and turned the other way. You told yourself if he was really sorry he would’ve forgotten about her.

You tried to throw him out of your head but somehow he kept coming back. It is a cruelty of life that a heart can keep on beating even after it has been broken in two

A month went by and Newt finally gave up. He had to, he couldn’t continue living on such little sleep. His heartache had rung him out until he was dry inside, no more tears would come. The last conversation haunted him, taunted him, replaying like an echo.

After his presence eventually disappeared from your door, you found yourself returning to the hufflepuff common room where you and Newt used to lie. You found the room to be cold and lonely, missing his muscular arms. Although yellow orchids, representing your house colours filled the room, their scent had turned to nothing since you last saw him. You wrapped your arms around yourself, imaging where he as at this very moment. Probably with Leta in the slytherin common room, snuggling together like the two of you used too.

Staring at your reflection in the mirror, you were beyond shocked. You look okay, normal even. Inside, the ache for him gnaws at the very heart that still beats endlessly for him. Pulling your lips into a smile, you let out a frightened sob when you realise that anyone could easily mistake this lacklustre grin for real happiness. It amazed you to think; ‘how can I look so ordinarily normal when I have crumbled inside?’

They say the pain dulls with time, and that things will get better. But how can things be better when the reason the pain isn’t as bad anymore, is because you’ve forgotten? Over time, the memory of his presence escaped your mind, no longer seeing his face in strangers, and the things both of you once shared no longer brought tears to your eyes. If getting past the pain means forgetting him, then this is the way it had to be.

If you saw Leta and him in the corridor you simply ignored them, acting like their presence didn’t even exist. You saw the downhearted glances he gave you across the hall but alas you held your head high. He wasn’t part of your life anymore.

As the years past the word ‘Newt’ rarely came up in your life, it was only when you overheard some of your house members discussing his expulsion for endangering the life of a pupil. You didn’t pry into the issue, not wanting to dig up old feelings, you simply accepted he was leaving the school and felt nothing of the matter.

However that evening, through the misty glass window you saw a figure beside the entrance of Hogwarts, his gaze directly towards your room. Dressed in a vibrant blue coat and a battered suit case in his hand, he gave one more glance back towards the school. Hunched over the baggage he could be anybody, and in a way you guess he is. Taking a deep breath the shadow walked further away, not just from the school grounds but from your life all together.

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Year 1923 - England

Newt was just but a distant memory to you now, a figure of the past. You found over the years, that he sent occasional letters of his journeys, describing incredible recollections of his travels. However you failed to reply at a single one of them, struggling to come up with a suitable response. You still stuck with the belief that it was best not to reignite old flames, as you’d only get yourself burnt. So you continued on with your life, letting Newt become an echoed name.

After studying at Hogwarts you moved to London where you managed to achieve an 'unspeakable job’ in Minstry of Magic’s Department of Mysteries.(A/N this is an actual wizarding job)

You had grown to love city life, the way London never slept. Streets of up-market stores, smooth black and glass exteriors, fancy names in fancier lettering. The kind of places with perfumed atmospheres made all the more inviting by music and well groomed subservient staff. On the sidewalk spaced out women with wild tangles of hair and more than one person with a cart of aluminum cans. As much as you loved the city life, something was always missing.

Or someone…

Although life here was good you found your work to be stressful and the city to be too busy sometimes. Some days you wish you could just escape, see the world, start an adventure.

You managed the stressful days however by ending them with a trip to your new found sanctuary, 'Premier Amour’ a peaceful quaint coffee shop hidden among the alleyways. You found yourself coming often to the cafe for quiet reading time, it’s location for from the public eye making it exceedingly calm.

Today you found yourself sipping your tea engrossed in a novel, page by page falling deeper into the story plot. The staff had come to know who you were and often gave you a drink on the house, although that never stopped you paying from gratitude. Allowing your mind to sink further and further into the book, it wasn’t until the little sliver bell of the shop ringed, that you managed to raise your gaze.

Raising your head you observed a tall man make his way through the door. His stride carried a certain character to it, the bounce in his step lighting up the room. His auburn hair messily arranged, freckles scattering his face and a vibrant, long, blue coat. You knew that shade of blue anywhere.

Newt.

As he glanced round the cafe for an area to sit, his gaze directly met yours, an overwhelming expression washing over his face. He nervously hovered unsure whether he had any right or not to approach you. Unable to move he waited to see what your reaction would be to his arrival, that was even in you remembered who he was…..

You tilted your head back down to your book, pretending to engrossed so he’d leave you alone. As much as she tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from her throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, slowly dampening the pages of the novel. Hurt emerged over Newt’s face as he started to approach your table.

“Y/N..” Newt began, a solemn look on his face.

“Nope. I’m not doing this”, you simply stated making your way towards the door.

Following you outside Newt begged for just a minute of your attention but alas you continued forward.

“Y/N please I’ve only finally found you. Why are you acting like you’ve completely forgotten me?”

“I didn’t forget you Newt, simply just the pain you caused. However what I didn’t forget is what it taught me, which is not to get involved with the likes of you”.

“Please I just want to talk? Why did you never reply to my letters, I only intended to make things up but I received no reply?” Newt’s tone dripped of desperation. Had he been searching for you?

“I’m not wasting my time on someone who never cared” your voice cracked slightly in the middle.


“Y/N, I loved you. How could you forget that?” Newt kept his eyes steady, although his voice strained.

You stayed rooted to the spot, your features buckling just slightly before you spoke, the only betrayal of your grief. “You say that like it means anything. What is love to you? There was a time I gladly took torture for you, to protect you, remember? Yet you gave me up as soon as she came along. That wasn’t love, or at least not a version of it I can respect. You broke me, then attacked the pieces-”

“Y/N you know damn well I waited every night outside your room for a month. Do you think that didn’t hurt me? You think it was easy to stand there and watch you act as though my presence didn’t exists? That you didn’t even say goodbye when I left?” Newt cut you off, his glassy eyes mirroring your pain. His features immobile, the whole situation looking as though it where draining the life out of him.

“I know you hurt and I’m sorry, truly; yet there has to be a part of you that knows I hurt also. I loved you Y/N… I still do”.

Newt’s words fall out of his mouth, feelings which he had felt for so long. Out of everyone he’d every met, he struggled to engage in a real genuine connection with them. With you it had come so naturally, as though you were made for one another. You understood Newt’s passions for creatures, not even questioning them once, taking pride of his quirkiness and loved what had made him different.

“Do you really mean it Newt…” your voice came out as a hushed whispered, its vulnerability fully exposed, “that you really love me?”.

“I never stopped loving you…..I just stopped showing it…..”

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So sorry this is bad but I promised this tonight and it’s currently 2:00am here and I’m exhausted. I’ve a really cute request coming up though about newt and the reader dancing in pjs. Feel free to like reblog and send in requests xxx

anonymous asked:

Caan you do a reinhardt x reader where reader is younger and McCree is flirting with her nonstop and reinhardt is jealous af but also insecure that she should be with a younger man?

There’s not enough Reinhardt
btw I wasn’t sure how young, so I just kinda made reader around McNuggets age…
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REINHARDT

The large German watched disgruntled as the cowboy is flirting with you- yet again. His head was rested in his palm as he slouched over the dining table with a mug contained in his other hand. 

“Reinhardt, what seems to be troubling you?” Ana asked placing her tea and crossword book on the table before seating on opposite of Reinhardt. When there was no answer she followed the upset mans gaze to see you and McCree talking- well more Jesse flirting with you. A saddened smiled made its way to Ana’s lips as she quickly understood the situation.
“Am I too old?” His gaze never broke as he took a sip from his mug. Ana was unsure if a simple ‘yes/no’ answer would be the correct way to respond.
“What does your heart say?” Reinhardt looked down at the table as if he was anticipating the answer to be written down.
“No.” His answer was unable to please him. “But they are 42, I am 61.”

But a knowing smirk was now on Ana’s face as she leaned forward head on both hands. She looked from you back to Reinhardt.
“A little birdy told me (Y/N) likes someone.” At first hope filled Reinhardt, but quickly left as it left many options as to who it would be. “And they made it clear it wasn’t Jesse and they were older too.” Ana finished off her tea before leaving her friend with a newly found hope.

Luckily for Reinhardt he was assigned to be on a mission with you. But the downside was McCree was also there. He’’s a sweet kid and doesn’t mean any harm. But he just can’t help it and be jealous of the relationship he has with you.
“Hey Reinhardt.” His heart jumped and fluttered at the sound of his name coming from you.
“Ja?” He smiled down at you trying his best to stop himself from kissing you and wrapping you up in his large arms.
“Do you mind if I sit with you for take off?” You whispered before looking back to see McCree talking with Hanzo. “I kinda- well really- don’t want to deal with his flirting.” Reinhardt instantly replied happily at the fact that you wanted to be with him and not Jesse.

Take off lasted about a good ten minutes. The both of you made quick conversations trying to get each others mind off the turbulence. It was one of the greatest ten minutes of Reinhardt’s life, he couldn’t be for ecstatic. Then once it was safe to walk around McCree made a beeline towards you.
“Evening.” Jesse greeted titling his hat towards you.
“Hi. Anyway as you were saying.” Who turned back toward Reinhardt who was rudely interrupted. Reinhardt opened his mouth ready to speak.
“You know I was wondering…”
“Wondering what? If you could stop flirting with me and continue sucking of Hanzo, like you’ve been doing for the past 4 months. Because by all means go ahead.” McCree, Reinhardt and a very flustered Hanzo stared at you in shock. Jesse coughed into his hand nervous and flustered.
“Alright.” Jesse stiffly made his way back to the archer plopping himself back in his seat just staring at the ground.

A few seconds later there was a booming laughter erupting beside you. It was Reinhardt who had his hands on his armored stomach while falling down the chair. It took a few minutes for him to regain himself brushing away the tears. He wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him and placing a kiss on your forehead with a smile showing no end.
“That’s my leibling.”  He didn’t even realize what he had said until he heard your statement.
“So you’re not going to ask me out, just claim me.” Reinhardt quickly retracted his arm looking away ashamed.
“Sorry.” His voice was naturally above a whisper.
“I mean I’m not complaining or anything, just making sure.” He turned his head to face towards you slowly.
“You don’t mind that I’m-”
“Don’t even go there. It’s never bothered me. Just think of it this way; wine and some beers or champagnes- like what is it? AH Cantillion Gueuze- gets better the longer it’s left to age and uhhh… crap I forgot what else I was going to say.” You combed your fingers through you hair in frustration.
“Thank you.” Was all Reinhardt could say, insecurity of his age gone as he saw your determination to boost his confidence.


Could you do a scenario of what it would be like if law’s s/o and eustass’s s/o was an amazing chef and they love their s/o cooking and their s/o would tease them and use food a black mail “Cuddle with me” “not right now im busy” “alright then ,I guess I’m not make cake tonight” “come here *cuddles*” requested by briannabrown4878

A/N: I hope you like itttt


Law:

You loved to cook. It didn’t matter which kind of dish it was, you simply loved the sight of it and the smile it brought to the faces of your loved ones, when they tasted it. With loved ones, you especially meant your boyfriend Trafalgar Law.

The two of you were together for quite some time now and even though you knew each other very well, there still were a few secrets that were… well… secret. Your love for cooking for example, or better said, your talent for cooking. It never came up in a conversation and you guessed, it wasn’t really important anyways, so why bother telling? And that’s what you did. You never mentioned anything about it, besides that one time.

“And who’s gonna cook for us now?”, Bepo had whined. “We will starve now, right? Either starve or get poisoned!”, he had cried again and flung himself into penguins arms.

Said man had almost lost his balance due to the weight of his crewmate, but caught himself before his face had met the floor. “Calm down, Bepo! Maybe Captain will cook for us?”, he suggested, not really sure about it himself.

“What’s going on, guys?”, you had interrupted the conversation, too curious to stand in the corner any longer.

“Oh, Y/N!”, the bear had screeched and switched from penguins arms into yours. “Dwe dchef dcook is dwick and- and-..”

Confused you had looked over to penguin, your left eyebrow raising shortly after. “What exactly…?”

“The chef has caught a cold and Captain told him he needs to stay in bed and not touch anything in the kitchen- and not touch anything related to you- unless he gets better. ”, he had explained and you let out a quiet sigh. “I mean, we have enough food for a few days left, but we have no one who can really cook them.

I mean, we could try something… but we’ll probably poisen the whole crew afterwards and just die horribly… or we starve to death… horribly.”, he had ended and you felt bepo wailing harder in your arms.

“Relax guys, no one will die. I can cook!”, you had said, letting go of bepo and walked into the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I got you!”

And that’s how it all started. You tried your best to be at the same level as the chef and to be honest, it worked. Everyone loved the dishes you had put down on the table that day, even if it was just something simple, they loved it. It had warmed your heart after you saw that nothing was left and everyone had a satisfied smile on their face.

You couldn’t help but notice that Law had eaten most of it, though. Even the next day you saw your boyfriend eat bowl after bowl and not helping yourself, you started to giggle. He really did like your food, a fact that made you smirk. You could use that information very well.

That evening, after almost everyone went to bed, you quietly walked into Law’s room. All the lights were off, the only source of light the little lamp by his desk, where he sat, a book in his hands and a frown on his face. He did not react to you sneaking in and for a second you thought that, maybe, he might have not heard you.

As quietly as possible you walked over to where he was seated, but before you could reach him, he had stopped you. “What do you think you’re doing?”

You almost slipped, a grip on the shelf next to you, your lifesaver. “God, you scared me.”, you whined, the heart in your chest beating fast.

“You were the one who sneaked into the room.”, without bothering to look up, he changed the page on the book. “Why are you still awake? You need to get at least 8 hours of sleep.”

You opened your mouth, ready to tell him the same, but decided against it. Instead, you walked up to him and slung your arms around his neck. “I want to cuddle.”

“Not now, I will cuddle with you after I’m done with this book.”, he said, not really bothering to wait for your answer, just simply deciding this one.

“Hm, is that so?”, you smirked against his neck. “You know, I actually wanted to make pasta tomorrow… the one you really like, but I don’t think I will… I don’t feel very good.”, you sigh dramatically and loosen your grip on your boyfriend, but a hand on your arm stops you.

“Well, actually, I think I wouldn’t mind you sitting on my lap while I read this book.”, he said. You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing and walk around the chair he is sitting on, taking a seat on his lap and snuggle your face into the crook of his neck.

Instantly you feel your heart beat faster again and welcome the comfortable warmth that comes from Law’s body. For a few minutes the both of you don’t move, his hands and his head the only things that occasionally move to change the page and to slowly snuggle closer to you.

“Law..”, you mumble sleepily, eyes closed.

“Hm?”, he whispers back. “I thought you were asleep.”

“I want a kiss.”, you whisper back and open your eyes a bit, looking up to his own, only to find them already looking at you.

He hesitates for a few seconds and you think he will decline, so you do the only thing that comes into your mind. “You know, the pudding that I made today…the one you really loved…I think I can do it tomorrow too, but I might need some encouragement, otherwise, I might forget the recipe.”, you bite your lip and look at him, trying your best to look sad.

“I know exactly what you’re doing.”, he whispers, a bit annoyed and a bit amused. “I think you have forgotten who you’re playing with.”

Smiling you look around in the room. “Hm? Sorry, what was that?” He smirks and before either of you can say something, his lips are already pressed against you own. It’s only a short kiss, but still long enough to take your breath away.

“So,”, he whispers against your lips, eyes half closed. “Pudding then?”

Kid:

Eustass Kid was not someone to play with. That was something everyone knew. You knew that from the first moment and you will probably remember it until your last moment. That red haired idiot was intense, reckless and most of the time angry.

He was a handful, always did things on his own and made you and your crewmates worry about him 24/7. You couldn’t control him, no one really could, and even though he was your captain and your lover, he frustrated you to no end.

“Kid, wait, that makes no sense!”, you had yelled after him, Killer standing right next to you.

“It doesn’t need to make sense, it just needs to work.”, he yelled back from the other side of the room. “They were annoying me; so we will destroy their home. It’s simple.”

You had rolled your eyes, watching the redhead walk towards the door, the masked man following him silently, both of them ready to leave the ship, ready to visit the amateur pirates that had decided to annoy your partner. Honestly, how stupid could they be?

“Seems like I’m not going to cook today, then.”, you had whispered, mostly to yourself, and raised your eyebrows surprised when the two man stopped walking and turned around.

“You’re right.”, the captain spoke again. “It makes no sense, we will just visit, steal some stuff, break a few things and come back to the ship… with dinner… on the ship.”

Confused you raised your hands in the air. “Ugh, you confuse me so much!”, still happy that you somehow got your will though.

And that’s how it really started. You found out that every time you mentioned food, or better said, the food you were making, Eustass kid, the angry, reckless and troublesome Eustass Kid, turned quiet. You had him completely wrapped around your finger, not only him, but the whole crew. The first time you had helped in the kitchen, everyone had complimented the food and even though you knew, you were an alright cook, you never knew it was THAT good. But who are you to complain, right?

Day after day you would blackmail your loved captain with food, always making sure to stay subtle about it. He never noticed anything, or if he did, he ignored it.

You searched for him, a plan already forming in your head and after a few questions to Killer, you found him in his room, talking to one of your crewmates. You stood by the door for a few seconds, not sure if you should come in or stay hidden, but after a while you walked inside.

“Understood?”

“Yes, captain!”, and then he walked out, sending you a friendly smile, which you returned happily.

“Hey,”, you greeted the red haired man. “Are you busy?”

“No.”, he answered and briefly checked you out. “At least not for you.”

“You know,” Smiling you walked up to him and stopped right in front of him, trying your best to look innocent. “I really need some new clothes, all of my old ones got destroyed by fights,”, you blinked twice. “or by you.”

“You can buy some as soon as we go on land.. which is in about 2 days. ”, he mumbled, a strong grip on your hips holding you close to him.

“But, there’s this island I saw a few hours ago. If we just change the route a little bit, we can-”

“Absolutely not.”, he let go of you and walked towards his desk, searching for something. “We will definitely not change the route. It will cost us too much time, it doesn’t matter how much clothes you need.”

A sigh left your lips, you knew this was coming. “Alright then. I guess I can’t change it.”, you pouted, but smiled shortly after and went for it. “It’s just so sad, because there’s food missing in the kitchen and I don’t think it will last for two days. At least not for that one bowl of soup you like so much.”

You looked at the floor and sighed again, more dramatic this time. From the corner of your eyes you could see him turn around, watching you for a few seconds before he started to whisper.

“Aren’t you just a little shit?”, then he huffed. “I know exactly what you’re doing. Do you think I’m that easy to play with? Me, Eustass kid? Do you really think, I will change the route, just because of food?”

You raised your eyebrows and crossed your arms, staying silent. You were sure he would fall for it, so sure, but now, you were once again frustrated. For a few seconds neither of you spoke, him glaring at you and you glaring right back.

Then, after a few more seconds, he looked down on his desk, then back up to you. You could practically hear him arguing with himself in his head and after a while, he broke the silence.

“How long did you say will it take to the island?”

You grinned, you just knew it would work.

Marked

Jack Maynard x Reader #2

Warnings: insinuations of death 

Word Count: 1342 

Note: i looooveeee this AU. who am i kidding i love all the AUs for this month ~K

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#4 for AU April: Tally Mark 

where every time you fall in love you get a red tally mark on your lower forearm, and it turns black if the love is requited. But if your lover dies then the tally becomes a scar.

(gif creds to @conormaynardaf )

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Unlike most people, you weren’t proud of your mark. The majority of people flaunted the number of loves in their lives and the amount of marks they’ve amassed, but not you. You constantly wore long sleeves to hide that permanent thin white line on your lower forearm, nearly tucked into the crease of your elbow; the one you could hardly bear to look at without too many now painful memories being dredged up from the corners of your mind. If you were honest, you weren’t 100% sure why you kept it hidden to the public, but to you, something so personal never felt like it had to be shared with the world. You envied your parents and the love they had. Each only had a single mark on their arm, and that was not going to change anytime soon by the looks of things.

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Originally posted by wonhontology

A Little Assistance. | kihyun

Member: yoo kihyun / reader
Word Count: 1,300+
Genre/Warning(s): fluff, romance, language, alcohol.


There’s a list of reasons why you seldom subject yourself to the horrors of excessive drinking. Winding up locked outside of your apartment in an embarrassing heap of crumpled, scantily-clad flesh is a novel reason that has certainly skyrocketed straight to the top of that list.

You’ve kicked your heels off ages ago, leaving them scattered across the hallway floor with no intention of being worn again. At least thirty minutes to an hour has passed, yet nothing’s changed. You’re still glued to the floor, half-lidded eyes still longingly peering up at the electronic keypad below your apartment’s knob, and your brain is still suffering through a hard case of memory loss. 

What the hell is your code again?

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My Wings

canonverse destiel; Cas being human after the fall. a fic for @casblues, just because. <3

read it here on AO3!

Cas sleeps with the light on.

Not only that, but he leaves his laptop on, too - usually playing some scattered mixture of videos and shows, the voices overlapping and interweaving, completely unintelligible. He leaves the screen open, light and shadows slatting across his face as he sleeps, changing his dreams. 

He always dreams.

His humanity weighs on him like a wet blanket, dampening the sounds, the sights, the senses that used to be filled with a thousand wavelengths of understanding. Cas used to live on a hundred planes of existence; now, he dwells in one. It is too quiet. There’s a silence that hangs from his ceiling in spider’s web drabs, a silence that waits for night time’s cover to reach for him, to ring in his ears, to call out his worst memories. Once it has him, it won’t let him go.

So he sleeps with the light on, and with the sound of twenty voices in his ears, though he no longer has the power to separate and understand each one; no longer has the power to see the shades of individual colour in the yellowy glare of his dusty bedroom bulb. No longer has power, of any kind.

Dean knows he does this. Cas knows that Dean knows he does this. Every now and then, Dean gets a look on his face as though he wants to say something about it - and Cas will change the subject, quickly. He needs the noise. He needs it. Cas hates saying no to Dean, but if Dean asks him to try to sleep without the noise, he’ll have to say no.

After long hunts is often the best time for Cas to sleep; his body aches, and it’s more habit than need that opens up the laptop and starts his usual mix. It’s worse by far when they’ve been idle for a time - no werewolves, no vampires, no witches on which to use the wound-up tension out of his body. These are the nights when he suffers.

And it’s on one of these nights that Dean finally talks to him about it.

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Averted

Hi, thank you for liking ‘Am I Doing it Right’, it makes me feel happy you enjoy it! This is super short and I feel like half-way through I totally diverted from your prompt and I am absolutely sorry this turned out like this (sort of)! Nevertheless, I hope you will still enjoy this and thank you for sending in your prompt!


“Sister, will you not be joining the two of us on patrol tonight?” Damian asks as he stops to stand beside you, staring at you expectantly. You look away from the monitor to stare at your youngest brother. “Grayson is starting to become a boring company.”

Dick scoffs as he appears behind Damian. “Damian’s roundabout way of saying he misses you.” Dick chuckles at Damian’s dignified look. “Will you be sitting out tonight as well?” Dick looks at you.

Dick doesn’t really mind you missing out patrols. He knows you are still working through a lot of things just so a lot of the criminals do not create more havoc - like the first time when they figured out Bruce had… disappeared. But he really does miss having you around during patrols too. 

You shrug your shoulders. “Since you are asking so nicely,” You wink at your brothers.

“Tt.”

Damian is not going to deny the fact that he does in fact miss having you around with Grayson and him. As much as he thinks Grayson and him make the best team, Damian cannot help but think the both of you – Damian and you that is – would make an even better team! Not that he will ever tell this to Grayson, anyways.

“Sure.” You finally agreed. You have been sitting far too long in front on the computer anyways and you are starting to feel a little bit claustrophobic from the lack of sunlight and moving from the chair. “I mean unless we decide to do something else.” You look at your brothers. “I vote we have a sparring session instead.”

Dick, having known you longer than Damian has, immediately understands what you are trying to suggest. “Loser gets to do whatever the winner says.”

Damian frowns. “It is rather impolite for the both of you to have a conversation over the top of my head.” He huffs as he crosses his arms.

Dick laughs as he pats Damian’s shoulder. “This is something Y/N and I used to do all the time when we were younger. Back when Bruce…” He trails off before clearing his throat, not wanting things to be very awkward because the subject of Bruce is still a touchy subject. “Basically, we have a sparring session – two out of three wins the thing but instead of just letting it be a sparring session, we make it a little bit interesting.” Dick explains.

“Tt. So far, it simply sounds like any normal sparring session. What is the incentive?”

You chuckle. “Other than bragging rights, my little brother?” Damian shrugs, prompting you to continue. “Loser has to listen to whatever the Winner has to say for the next 24 hours!” There were times when you lost to Dick and he made you practice Gymnastics together – back then you were not even flexible at all – and there were times when Dick lost to you, so you made him learn how to tango, salsa and every single dancing you had to learn for Galas. All in all, the both of you ended up learning new things – you, gymnastics and Dick, knows how to work his way on the dance floor.

Damian smirks. “Now you are talking about something interesting. I vote we do this sparring session.”

Dick grins. “Let’s move out of here and in to the training room then.”

Right here part four (Peter Parker x Reader)

Originally posted by queenc-x

Word Count: 1348

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

AN: You can read part one, two and three here

It had been a few weeks since your confrontation with Peter and since MJ threatened you. To say you were a complete mess would be an understatement. You hated how easily you fell apart without having your best friend beside you, it made you feel weak and you were definitely not weak. MJ would send you menacing glares in the halls as she walked pass you, wrapped up in Peter’s arms, practically rubbing their relationship and what you couldn’t have in your face. Peter would send you sad glances but keep walking non the less, he seemed to be moving on fine without you. But you knew for a fact that you weren’t.

Taking a seat next to Gwen in math, you noticed Peter walking through the door and taking his now usual seat at the front of the room, instead of beside you like he used to. Pain ached in your chest as you stared at the back of his head, wishing to just talk to him one more time. But it didn’t seem like that was going to happen any time soon.

Gwen gently nudged your shoulder, sending you a sympathetic look as she noticed your sorrow. “It’ll get better Y/N, he’ll come around.” That’s what everyone kept telling you since that night. Your parents, your friends, all saying that things would get better in time. But the longer this dragged out it only seemed to be getting worse, these words meaning nothing to you anymore.

“We both know that isn’t true Gwen. It’s been weeks, gosh this is killing me inside but he seems fine!” I groaned, resting my head on top of my desk in frustration. 

I felt a hand rubbing circles against my shoulder as Gwen comforted me. “I’m really sorry about all of this Y/N, maybe you should try talking to him. What if I corner him so he can’t run away?”

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at her words, she always knew how to cheer you up. Turning your head to face her you sent her a slight smile. “Is it crazy that i’m considering it.”

Gwen laughed at your words, you joining in. People around you started to turn around in their seats, wondering what the fuss was about. You didn’t really care about the attention now on you both until a pair of dark brown eyes met your own, Peter’s. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you both held eye contact, your laughter completely coming to a halt as you stared back at the boy. Gwen seemed to notice your stare as she gently nudged your shoulder. “Y/N?” Her words brought you back to reality and you turned to your friend, sending her a reassuring smile. “I’m fine…promise.”

She didn’t believe you but decided to let it go, nodding her head and turning back around to the front as the teacher finally entered the classroom. Looking back to the front of the room you were once again met with the back of Peter’s head, causing an audible sigh to escape from your lips. This was going to be another long day.


 After the bell rang after class Gwen left quickly, something about meeting Ned in the library to study. They were so cute. Packing up your books you made your way out the door, not getting very far before you heard the voice that could make you weak at the knees any day stop you. “Y/N wait!”

Your breathing evidently picked up it’s pace as you halted your movements, slowing turning around to be met face to face with Peter. You hadn’t been this close to him in so long, being able to see every inch of his face perfectly. You hadn’t noticed it before but he had dark bags under his eyes showing that he hadn’t had much sleep lately. Maybe he wasn’t doing as fine as you thought he was. “Y/N, I-I don’t even know what to say.” 

You gulped as you stared at the boy, why was he trying to talk to you all of a sudden? “Peter…it’s been a while.”

“Far too long…look. I’m so sorry about everything. I realized I hadn’t been hanging out with you since I got with MJ and we never got time for it to be just the two of us. I know I overreacted the other week about you not inviting me over, if I were you I wouldn’t have invited me over either. I’ve been a real jerk to you these last few weeks.”

“That’s for sure.” You muttered under your breath thinking Peter didn’t hear you but he did. He let out a sigh whilst combing his fingers back through his hair. “I broke up with MJ.”

His words shocked you, causing you to become speechless in front of the boy. You didn’t know what to say, you were filled with all different sorts of emotions. You weren’t gonna lie and say this news didn’t make you happy because it did, but you still worried for your friend, you thought they were happy together.

Filling in the silence Peter took a step closer to you, staring at the ground as he spoke. “I overheard her talking to her friends the other day, she said the most horrible things about you. I couldn’t listen to someone I thought I knew betray me in such a way, something in me snapped and I realized how much of a dick I’d been to you lately. So I ended things with her and i’m now begging for your forgiveness even though I don’t deserve it after everything I put you through.”

You couldn’t hold your emotions back anymore. As soon as he finished speaking you wasted no time in engulfing him in a hug, leaving the boy surprised by your actions. But he quickly wrapped his arms around you in return as you snuggled your head into the crook of his neck. “Of course I forgive you Pete, I’ll always forgive you. You’re my best friend no matter what okay?”

You couldn’t see but you were certain a wide smile spread across his face at your words, pulling you tighter into his embrace. You missed this, the warmth and safety you felt when wrapped up in Peter’s arms. Slowly he pulled apart from your embrace, placing his hands gently on your shoulders as his expression turned serious once again. “Y/N, there was something else I overheard MJ say, she said that you had…feelings for me. Like romantic feelings. Is this true?” 

You were left speechless once again as your jaw hung slightly open in shock from his words. There was silence between you both making you incredibly uncomfortable. This was it, you were probably never going to get another chance like this to tell him how you feel. You needed to tell him before it was too late again. Taking in a deep breath you stuttered out your words. “I-I, yes. I do feel…that way about you. I actually have for the longest time and I tried telling you that night you asked out MJ but obviously that didn’t work out but-”

Your ramblings were cut short as a pair of lips pressed themselves softly against your own causing a bubbling sensation in your stomach. You wasted no time in kissing back, you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to get to kiss these lips but now you were and you never wanted anyone else. Peter pulled you in closer to his body by gently pulling on your waist causing heat to rise to your cheeks.

Finally pulling apart you stared up at Peter in awe, the blush on you cheeks evidently caused by his actions. Peter smiled down at you and placed a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you into his chest. “I love you Y/N.” Your heart stopped for a moment at his statement, looking up into his eyes with a wide smile spread on your face. You reached up to place a hand on his cheek. “I love you too Pete.”

BRING ME TO LIFE

(requested by anon)

Kai Parker x Reader
word count
: 4 212
warning : contains smut
summary : Reader is in love with Kai but he ignores it because the feelings he has scare him and is not sure if it’s love.
*gif by lightwoodxalec
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“You know she likes you right ?” Damon said motioning to Y/N who kept glancing in their direction. “It was her idea to invite you…”
“It was ?” Kai asked surprised , following Damon’s gaze , his breath catching in his throat. Y/N had left them a few minutes ago , going to say HI to her friends , but it didn’t look like she was paying much attention to them. Some guy tried to put his hands on her waist but she swatted them away , yet it was the feeling Kai felt seeing someone touching her. He balled his fist barely able no hold himself in the same spot.
Damon’s eyes darted between Kai and Y/N , seeing Kai clench his jaw nearly leaping out of his seat towards her.
“Huh .. “Damon said to himself , the sound making Kai turn towards him.
“What?”
“You like her too.” Damon said gulping his glass at once. Kai shook his head in denial. “Oh don’t act like you don’t. Anyone can see the longing in your eyes , you like her.”
Kai got up quickly. “No , I don’t. There is no longing or whatever … those are emotions and I don’t feel emotions. I’m a sociopath , remember ? ” he said turning towards the door feeling someone’s grasp on his hand. He turned around only to meet Y/N standing closer to him than he had expected.
“Where are you going ? The party is just starting… ” she said. “Whatever Damon said , ignore him. I do. Don’t let him ruin the fun. Come on , dance with me.” she batted her eyelashes at him. “Please ?” she asked again , her hand still holding a grip on his.
Kai shook his head.  “I don’t dance.” he said , pushing her hand off his , a look of hurt crossing her eyes. He regretted his movement the second it happened.
“I find that hard to believe.” she said over the music. “Please , just one dance ?.” Y/N smiled at him.
She looked so beautiful , and he wanted to stay but that fuzzy warm feeling inside his stomach was scaring him. Damon was right. He liked her , he wanted to get to know her more , talk to her and be her friend … maybe more than her friend.
“You wont give up until I say yes, will you?” he asked trying to suppress a smile. Y/N wasn’t one to give up , it was one of the things he liked about her along with her ability to see the best in people , even in him.
“Does that mean you will dance with me ?” she asked hopefully.
Kai didnt know what to do or say and before he knew it , she was pulling him towards the crowd of dancing millennials in the Salvatore living room. They pushed their way through Y/N never letting go of his hand. She looked so carefree and happy , her smile making him smile and then there was that warm fuzzy feeling again pulling him towards her , to be with her , wrap his hands around her while his fingers  … Kai shook his head , pushing the thoughts away.Y/N liked spending time with Kai and as much as she denied it when her friends confronted her about it - she had feelings for him. Every time she saw him her heart starts to race faster , a dozen or more butterflies start to flap their wings in her stomach. His blue / gray eyes were driving her crazy and every time he was around all she wanted was to hug him , kiss him and be with him. She couldn’t get enough of him and wanted to tell him how she feels more than anything , but it was never the right time. Except maybe tonight it was. All of the sudden she changed her mind and pulled him up the stairs sitting at them almost at the top where the noise of the party wasn’t so loud.
“I thought you wanted to dance ?” he asked curious , part of him suspecting what she’d say the other not knowing what he’ll do if he is right.He could see the hesitation in her eyes.
“I um … not really. I mean I did but … .” she said gazing into his eyes pushing that feeling back to the surface. “I just … wanted to spend time with you thats all.”
“Alone ? With the big bad heretic that everyone is so scared of?” he asked suddenly serious. “Aren’t you afraid I’d do something terrible ? Like I don’t know , use a spell and make your clothes disappear ?”
Y/N stared at him for a second with those big brown eyes as if daring him to do exactly that , then she started laughing.
“I’m not afraid of you Kai.” she said moving a little closer to him. Without realising it he had moved closer to her too.
“Maybe you should be…” he said his vampirism showing.
Y/N closed her eyes for a moment and Kai used it to cloak himself and disappear. She opened her eyes , looking around confused searching for him. “Kai ?”
Kai reached his hand , his fingertips almost touching her cheeks…
No. he willed himself , whooshing away from her and disappearing into the night.
Y/N could swear they had almost kissed , her heart fluttered at the thought and butterflies flapped their wings in her stomach. She got up quickly , running down the stairs hoping somehow defying the odds , she’d catch up with him.

Kai spent the next few days avoiding her. The thing was he liked her , he really liked her but the feelings he got around her were new to him and he didn’t know what all of them meant.
Y/N wondered why Kai would just start avoiding her. She had seen him at the Grill but then he’d just be gone a blink of an eye later , he wasn’t returning her texts or answering his calls. She tried asking Damon since Kai had spent time with him at the party , making sure he doesn’t murder anyone.
“Kai is Kai , who knows why he does half the things he does.” Damon said. “He’ll be back ,you can be sure of it. There is no way to get rid of him now…”
Y/N looked at him confused.
“What do you mean ? Do you know something I don’t ?” she asked hopefully.It couldn’t be just her feeling that magnetic pull. What if Kai felt it too ?
“Nothing …he is a heretic now. That’s all.” said Damon. “Why are you so interested all of the sudden ? I thought you said you no longer had feelings for him..”
“Just making conversation… plus won’t you agree it’s better to know where he is ? …in case he is planning something?” she tried to deflect.
Damon glanced at her , studying her face carefully. “Yeah …you are not fooling anyone Y/N.” he said , his phone ringing at the exact moment. “Oh hey Stef ….”
“Wait , Damon .. You didn’t tell him did you ?” she called out after him , he turned around shaking his head.
“No … of course not. Why would I tell Kai you have a crush on him ?” he said walking out of the room leaving her feeling more confused than ever.
If Damon wasn’t going to help her then she’d go to Kai directly. She walked outside the dark clouds finally starting to clear up from the sky and got in her car , deciding to try one last time to call him before showing unannounced at his place.
“Hello ?” Kai’s voice sounded in the car. God how I missed the sound of his voice. she thought.
“Where have you been ?” she asked. “I started to get worried ….”
“Nothing happened , I’ve just been busy.” he said casually.
“Too busy to pick up your phone ?… Were you avoiding me ?” she asked laughing nervously fearing the answer.
“No. Why would I be avoiding you and why were you worried for me ? I’m a heretic now … “ he trailed off.
“Because you are my friend. Friends worry about each other.” she said.
“We are not friends Y/N.” he said.“I mean , its better for you if we are not. I’m not a good person .. “
Y/N felt a crack in her heart at his words.
“I dont think you get to decide if we are friends or not by yourself Malachai.” she said , raising her voice. “Are you home ? I’m on my way there …”
Y/N took another turn down the road. The asphalt was slick from the rain and the wet leafs on the road didn’t help much.
“Yes , I am home and no , don’t come here. I dont want you here.” he said his tone serious.
“I just wanna talk , that’s all.” she said still heading for his place.
“What ? Like you wanted to talk the other night ? No , thanks…”
“Malachai Parker ! How are you not understanding whats happening here ?!” she raised her voice. “I know Damon told you … I …”
“Dont say it Y/N , I cant be with you in that way. I am bad for you , thats why - ”
“Stop talking for a second and listen to me , Kai. I love you. I have loved you since I first saw you ..” she said refusing to believe anything he was saying to her. He wasn’t bad for her , she knew he wasn’t.
“No , don’t. Y/N … I …. am with someone else and I cant afford having you and your pointless little crush or whatever it is hanging over my head.”
Y/N ‘s heart broke and she felt tears rolling down her cheeks. She tried to blink them back with no luck.
“Please Kai … let me at least say what I want to say.”  she sniffled.
Kai closed his eyes , his hand trembling knowing he is hurting her , telling her lies. The image of Y/N crying popped into his head - he had seen tears in her eyes at the wedding watching her friends fail to save Jo’s life and the twins. Why was he feeling like this ? Like his heart was breaking … he couldn’t love her , she deserved better than him. Kai felt his eyes water , he hated that feeling.
“No , Y/N. Its better this way …” he said , a scream coming from the other end of the phone followed by the sounds of glass shattering and metal screeching. “Y/N ? Y/N , whats going on ?” 

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