i really hope something happens but i doubt it cause hes leaving soon:(

What We once were

I truly hope so much that you like this story. It’s based of what was for months my reality. 

Plot: Y/N is in love with Harry and doesn’t understand why he cuts her off. 

Warnings: Mentions of violent behavior, however not in detail.

Picture isn’t mine which is quite sad. 

It was safe to say that I loved him far too much for my own good. Maybe it was the way he looked at me, eyes wide and full of warmth and with a hint of… wonder. He looked at me as though he was the only one who saw me as me, the person I truly was. And yet at the same time I know now that he also always saw me as somebody I couldn’t possibly be. Somebody I didn’t even want to be and now am glad I never became, even if it resulted in costing me him. To this day I think it was this misperception of his that doomed the two of us to fail.

Harry caused me so much unnecessary pain, forced me through a seemingly infinite amount of sleepless nights.

How had I ever made that man to somebody I cared about so deeply? I truly wish I hadn’t.

I stumbled into Harry’s life at a time when the both of us felt terribly out of place. He’d befriended a friend of mine and was soon thrown into a new group of friends, one that I happened to be part of a well. Of course he was on good terms with everybody and held the attention of everyone.

It caught me by surprise when Harry and I became friends. I’d expected to be just as much of a bystander in his life as I was in the lives of the other’s but for some reason he made an effort to know me. I let him of course, gladly in fact since I was just as much pulled under his spell as the rest of us were and greedy for any bit of attention he could spare.

Soon I discovered that he was funny, kind and not half as cocky as he always pretended to be. Harry made me happy. It was far too easy to fall in love with him it happened without me even noticing.

It would be nice if this story would turn into one of those that end with the two friends looking closely at each other, smile and then realize at the same time that the partner they had been dreaming of had been right there in front of them all along. What’s more beautiful than mindless flirtations turning into true words of love? I’ll say it right now this is definitely not that kind of story. If anything it’s the opposite.

“You should come with us,“ Harry suggested one day.

We were queueing for coffee, something we did at least once a week since he’d introduced me to this part of the city where we’d found what was undoubtedly the best cafe ever. I’d somehow hoped he would invite me to the party tonight, but at the same time I dreaded the thought of going.

I bit my lip. “Wouldn’t I be a bit out of place?“

“Next!“ Moving quickly I informed the barista of our orders and payed for them both before following Harry who’d already walked over to the side of the counter where our coffee’s would be served. He smiled when I followed him.

“Rubbish,“ Harry spoke, grinning at me with that smile I thought about far too often when alone, “You’d just stick to my side like you usually do.“

This idea I liked. Harry’s grin widened when I nodded. “Okay.“


Harry squeezed my shoulder before glancing to our right when’re a beautiful young woman came to a stand, checked something on her phone and then moved to sit down at a table near the wall. A sour taste settled on my tongue and I cleared my throat.

“Only so that somebody’s looking after you, which isn’t a piece of cake,“ I  said, smiling when I successfully distracted his attention away form the pretty female and back to me, “Drunk Harry is a pain in the arse I’ll tell you that much.“

Harry shook his head with arched brows. „Watch it love, ’nother comment like that one and m’gonna pinch you.“

“As if you’d dare,“ I laughed, but shrieked and moved away when his fingers reached out to assault my hips. “Ouch! Be nice!“

We waited another minute or two before he thanked the barista with a warm smile while handing me my coffee.

“How much do I owe you?“ he asked, taking a sip from his mug.

“Don’t worry about it. You payed for both of us last time.“

“Oh, so now you can be nice to me, huh?“ Harry playfully nudged my side with his arm and nodded towards the exit, silently asking for us to leave. Well, less asking than demanding it.

My heart sank a little. I’d hoped we would sit down and enjoy our coffees together and through that prolong our time spent alone with one another, but I assumed he already had other plans.

“I’ll pick you up at ten,“ Harry informed me out on the street, his hand a constant warmth at the small of my back. “That way we’ll be an hour later than everybody else and there when the fun really starts.“

I rolled my eyes. “Sure. Whatever you say.“

“That’s the spirit,“ Harry joked, laughing when I glared at him, “I’ll see you then.“

My heart skipped a beat when he leaned in, lips finding my cheek in a lingering kiss before he allowed his arms to wrap around my waist in a tight embrace. The untamable curls of his tickled my neck when he let his face nuzzle my skin momentarily and I giggled in delight, heart thrumming heavily upon hearing him quietly chuckle.

“I’ll see you later,“ I confirmed, more to myself than to him in order to soften the sting of us having to part, “Bye, Harry.“

I squeezed him to me one more time before letting him release me. He stepped back and for a moment I believed to see something change in his eyes. With a final wave he made his way towards the taxi station nearby while I turned to walk to the nearest bus stop.


Harry’s hand was holding mine tightly (his doing, not mine), our fingers intertwined and my heart singing. I smiled and let him pull me with him as he went to say hello to all of the people he knew at the bar, which were many. Nobody questioned our interlaced hands and my cheeks warmed at the thought of people not doubting for a moment that I could belong to Harry’s side.
While Harry spoke to one of his friends my eyes scanned the faces of the people around us and to my distaste found the all too familiar and rather attractive features of Cherry, Her evil eyes glared at me briefly before widening upon noticing Harry, her desire for him as clear to see for everybody as her red painted lips were. I shuddered and turned more into Harry’s side, reminding myself that it was me he’d asked to come with him and not her. I didn’t look but I could feel her angered gaze of jealously on my frame. I couldn’t fight the smile pulling at my lips. The next person I was was Jake, a friend, who smiled and raised his hand in a short wave. I waved back. Him I quite liked.


Harry’s eyes found mine briefly before he released my hand and let my friend Lucy embrace me so tightly I could hardly breathe.
When she let go again I was immediately forced into a conversation with her and before I could do anything to stop her she pulled me away and out of Harry’s sight.

The night turned out to be fun though, especially when Harry joined me shortly after saying hello to Cherry and only left my side after an hour when our friend Riley suddenly came hurrying towards us, saying that he needed to talk to Harry. I watched him walk away longingly.

“You know,“ Lucy began while biting onto the blue straw of her drink, “he really likes you.“

“We’re best friends,“ I shrugged, turning to her, “He better like me.“

“No, silly,“ Lucy rolled her eyes and nudged my arm, “I mean he fancies you. Maybe not as much as you do him since you’re practically head over heels for that guy, but still. I’m sure if you were to say anything he’d be happy to go out with you.“

With flushed cheeks I looked around us, hoping nobody had heard her words.

“I don’t want to risk anything,“ I confessed quietly, “I’d rather be his friend than be nothing at all. Besides, it’s the guy who has to take the first step, not the girl.“

At that Lucy laughed loudly, her long hair fell over her shoulders and I briefly admired how pretty she was.

“Welcome to the 21st century, Y/N. And don’t you think he already made the first step? Several times, actually? Think about it. He invited you here to come with him. He escorts you home every time you’re out late with us and he constantly calls or texts you. Jake told me the other day that he drove past the two of you when Harry was walking you home and he didn’t dare stop to say Hi, thinking he might otherwise interrupt something.

“Jake is being funny then,“ I replied, ignoring the heavy squeeze my heart gave, “Harry is like that with many girls.“

“But only with you it is real.“

I didn’t reply any further and did my best to change the subject, silently urging my heart to calm down. I wished Lucy’s words were true. I wanted Harry to adore me as much as I adored him.

Harry didn’t adore me as much as I adored him. It was about one week after that night that he told Lucy he hated me. 
Her expression had been one of pity and I could tell it was hard for her to speak the words, fully aware that they would break my heart, but I’d begged her to tell me what it was I had done to make Harry draw away from me. And that was all she got out of him.
Harry hated me, wanted nothing to do with me and felt as though he had absolutely no place for me in his life anymore. 
And while my world shattered at his sudden change of heart, he seemingly stayed unaffected.

“What can I say,“ Lucy recalled his words were, “I guess when one door closes, another one opens.“

But I’m getting ahead of myself.

I continued to speak to Lucy and drink, though I made sure not to get drunk so I would be sober should Harry decide to get wasted. I was to keep my word and take care of him, which I didn’t mind at all.

“Can’t believe you’re doing this for him,“ Lucy said, brows arched, “Make sure that he’s actually drunk this time.“

I rolled my eyes, remembering with a foul taste in my mouth when Harry had pretended to be drunk and forced me to drag him home, making me then walk back to my apartment alone and in the middle of the night only to later on reveal that it had all been an act.

“Wanted to see if you were a good friend or not,“ Harry had laughed after humiliating me in front of everybody, “And you passed!“

It hurt me how easily he could play with my feelings for him and I know that I should have left him then. But of course I had instead forgiven Harry without thinking about it twice.

We were interrupted by a guy named Cory. His tall figure loomed over the two of us and he looked very much out of breath. Though he didn’t know me it was my face his eyes instantly found.

“Y/N, right? You need to come with me. Now.“

I was grabbed without further explanation and dragged with such quick steps it was difficult for me to keep up. I was confused and wondered what a guy I didn’t even knew could want from me.

Though when we reached outside I realized it wasn’t Cory who needed something from me, but Jake.

My good and kind friend Jake was crying. His body shook and his face resembled the color of a sheet of paper. The blue of his eyes was swimming in tears and the evident fear in his orbs frightened me. My stomach turned when I noticed how his right cheek shone with a flaming shade of red. I stumbled towards him, heart beating heavily in my chest.

“Jake, what-“

“Y/N. No.“

I flinched at Harry’s rough words and when my surprised eyes met his I froze. With his back stood against the brick wall of the building I hadn’t noticed his presence at first but now that I looked at him not even the dark could hide the heavy movements of his chest, the raw anger in his burning eyes. Instantly my worry was for him.

“Harry? What happened?“

My eyes wandered down and the racing of my heart increased at the sight of his trembling fingers, the knuckles of his hand already swollen.

I moved towards him and reached out for his arm before my brain could catch up. “Oh god, Harry, are you alright?“

Tears threatened to form at the sight of the one I loved in pain. Harry gently squeezed my fingers.

“I’m okay, love, don’t worry. Go. I don’t need you to see this.“ This time his tone was kind.

I turned to look at Jake. He’d shrunk back when I’d moved to stand by Harry’s side instead of his and I noticed how his tears increased, smearing his flaming cheek. I didn’t understand and desperately searched for answers in Harry’s face, but his expression had already hardened again. It was when his dark eyes found Jake’s trembling form that I realized what had happened. There was no kindness in his stare.

I let go of Harry’s hand and stepped back. “Harry, what did you do?“

Jake sobbed, breaking my heart further. I felt tears burn my eyes and roll onto my cheeks before I could stop them and I turned to look at the friend I felt was like my brother. With my entirety shaking I stepped closer and tried to reach for his hand.

“Are you okay?“ It was a stupid question to ask somebody who was so clearly devastated.

Jake nodded.

“Y/N,“ Harry growled form behind me, “Leave him be and go back inside. You have no business here so stay out of it.“

His voice was back to being harsh.

Still I pressed on.

“Did Harry do that?“

I didn’t need Jake’s nod to know the answer to my question.

It wasn’t the first time I’d been a witness to Harry’s short temper. He’d lashed out at people before my eyes more times than I liked to admit, but never before at one of our friends.
Never somebody we cared about. 

At first he would always scream and if the person confronted then didn’t step back, Harry would let his muscular physic do the talking.
I’d been so frightened when it had happened for the first time as I before that incident only knew him as a kind, warm and loving guy who did everything he could for his friends. Upon meeting him I wouldn’t have ever believed he’d be the type to solve his problems with physical strength, but over time I’d learned that if you push the false buttons, he could get as angry as a hurricane and destroy everything around him.
Normally he always tried to make sure I didn’t see.

“Oh Jake,“ I cried and moved to hug him.

Harry made a sound like I imagined a wild tiger would right before killing his prey.

“Y/N, I swear to god, go the fuck inside!“

“Stop it, Harry! Can’t you see you’ve done enough?“ I was properly sobbing now, “What the hell were you thinking? You hit Jake!“

“That prick deserved it,“ Harry spoke cruelly, “Didn’t you, you little shit?“

“Hey man, calm down, okay? I think he gets it,“ Cory intervined.

He’d stayed silent until now.

Jake’s swimming orbs found my face. “I’m going home.“

I brushed my hands against the wet skin of my cheeks and nodded. My friend’s scared eyes found the man’s who stood behind me before quietly continuing.

“Come with me.“

“She’s staying, aren’t you, Y/N?“ Harry’s tone was almost mocking, “She came here with me so she stays until I take her home. She doesn’t need you to do that.“

My head hurt and I shook my head. Breathing was difficult.

“Jake,“ I whimpered, “Just go, okay? Text me when you’re home.“

I knew my reply disappointed him but at the same time it was hardly a surprise. Of course I would stand by Harry’s side still. Of course there wasn’t anyone who I would choose over him. Harry knew it, too and grinned at the both of us with an unfamiliar shade of evil in his eyes.

I faintly heard him mumble the words Good girl.

My stomach turned.

“I can go home by myself.“

Jake moved to leave and when I turned to look at Harry his expression had changed from one of anger to one of surprise. I noticed that his eyes were back to their clear green color that wasn’t at all frightening and when I took a step back and out of his reach he frowned.

“Y/N,“ he spoke softly, “C’mon. I’ll take you home later.“

I shook my head. “I want to leave now.“

He sighed. “We’ll leave now, then.“

Once more he reached out to touch me and just like before I flinched away from his touch. The blood on his hand made me sick.

“I said I can go by myself, Harry.“


Any other person would have understood.

Of course I couldn’t bear to be in the presence of the male who’d just inflicted such pain and fear on one of my closest friends. It was all too much and I cried on my way home, thankful that the taxi driver didn’t dare asking what the matter was.

Jake texted me that he was fine and though none of what happened was my fault I apologized profoundly for what Harry had done.
But that was it. I didn’t offer to come over and take care of him, in fact I didn’t address the subject at all anymore the moment I found out what had happened.
Apperaantly Jake had run his mouth about something Harry didn’t like and before he’d been able to react or apologize Harry’d already begun to inflict physical pain on him, completely void of any compassion for his friend.

I felt bad, I really did, and though I was angry and upset with Harry, the fear of him resenting me should I side too much with Jake kept me from being a good friend to him.

I picked Harry without even consciously making the choice.


When I went to tell Lucy about what happened the night before she said that she already knew. Harry had told her everything after I’d left him standing outside the bar.

“He was pretty pissed at you,“ she said with worried eyes, “Said he doesn’t want to see you anymore.“

I shuddered. “Maybe I should call him. Talk things out.“

But he didn’t pick up. Not the first time I tried and not the fifth either. He didn’t even respond to my messages.

Slowly I could feel myself freak out. We’d had some spats here and there, arguments that had made him shut me out and avoid talking to me, but so far whenever I reached out to apologize he warmed up and welcomed me back at his side.

Only this time I honestly felt like there was nothing for me to apologize for. I wasn’t the one who’d laid hand on Jake, who’d commanded a friend around as though they were my property and I hadn’t been the one to spoil the whole night for everyone.

“Just apologize to him,“ Lucy advised after I’d spent three days with absolutely no word from Harry, “He’s on good terms with Jake again. After letting out his aggression Harry accepted Jake’s effort of making things okay.“

“Good for them,“ I said, genuinely meaning it, “But there is nothing I could apologize for and nothing that I did wrong that night. Harry knows that, too.“

In all honesty I felt as though it was Harry’s turn to apologize to me. So many times before had it been me who’d tried and tried to reach out for him to make things right, often I even let myself down just to please him and that just couldn’t happen again.
I would wait, I decided, wait for him to respond to one of my innocent messages, hoping desperately that this choice wouldn’t cost me him. 

But of course that was exactly the price I had to pay for not backing down this time.

Harry could be so kind. He was the first person to be there for me when I was in trouble, he always protected me against anything and anyone who made me uneasy and most importantly through him I experienced a never before encountered feeling of being needed. 

To him I was important and he appreciated me every day.

At times he was gentle and funny, blushing whenever he managed to make me laugh and his eyes would sparkle so lovingly it made my heart flutter.

He wasn’t all manipulative, arrogant and selfish.

I think Harry liked to think of me as an obedient and kind girl that wasn’t difficult to keep around. And he most certainly knew I was in love with him. So when I chose not to let myself down and apologize for standing up to him he was surprised and angry.
I’d proven his perception of me wrong and this newly discovered girl wasn’t who he had much use to.

Never before in my life had I cried so hard. It was like I couldn’t breathe, my chest was crushed under an immense weight and I was robbed of any feeling of comfort. Some nights it got so bad I was hysterical and trashed around in my bed with no hope of finding rest. It felt like I was forcefully ripped open and everything Harry had left in my heart was taken away. Left was a sickening emptiness.

I was devastated.

Harry hadn’t responded to any attempt I’d made at reaching out and after a while I had been forced to give up. So instead I sent Lucy to talk to him and find out what he believed I did wrong only for her to come back with the most awful news.

“Harry was so angry, Y/N,“ Lucy had said, voice quiet and careful, “So much so he acted completely indifferent. He said that you know exactly what you did, that he hates you for it and never wants to see you again.“

She might as well have knocked me out.

Lucy nervously toyed with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. There really was nothing I could do to calm him.“


Hearing that the person you love feels hate towards you is the most intense kind of heart break that can be inflicted upon you by a loved one. Any sense of warmth is sucked out of you, your skin is in a constant state of shudder and your heart might as well not be there. The sickness you may feel before sitting through an important exam or before your first day at a new job, that kind of nerve wrecking sickness doesn’t ever go away again.

Your body is always on alert. Not even sleep brings rest.
It is pure torture to bear a broken heart and it takes so much time until it gets better.


The crying didn’t stop and I had no control over it. My eyes began to tear up without me noticing and due to the constant ache in my heart it was difficult to tell when my body was overwhelmed by it. During those times I searched for solitude and refused to spend time with the large group of people I’d once called my friends. Lucy and a small handful of them were the only ones I wanted to be around, anyone else I knew would instantly go and tell Harry about the pitiful state I was in.
And he didn’t need to know how much him leaving me had shattered my entire being.

To my luck the intense pain, confusion and disappointment followed a lot of anger. Like, more anger than I ever knew I was capable of feeling. That helped so much and for the first time I could feel myself slowly getting close to feeling okay again.

Because honestly: How dare he put me aside like I was a used doll to him? How dare he pretend like I wasn’t the best friend he had? How dare he act as if I hadn’t always put him first, before myself even?

I hissed in anger at the mere thought of all the things I’d done for him, every sacrifice, every time I let myself down to please him. If he messed up, I was there to help make things right, if he was upset, I was there to cheer him up. Me, me me. Always Me.
And now what? I had cried at the sight of my friend in pain and that made ma a traitor?

“I’m okay,“ I told Lucy one afternoon after she asked me how I was coping. Five weeks had passed since Harry had stopped talking to me and I was happy to admit that my words were only half a lie.

“That’s good,“ she gave me a small smile before her expression hardened and she looked away. “He asked about you today.“

I almost chocked on my tea. Lucy elaborated: “I ran into him at the cafe he likes so much. He asked where I was going and when I told him he wanted to know how you were doing.“

“What did you say?“ I wondered, my voice much steadier than I expected.

She peered up at me form under her lashes. “That you were good.“

I nodded. “Good.“

“I also asked if I should talk to you and help him make things right again.“ Lucy looked at me expectantly.

With brows arched in surprise I cleared my throat. “You did? What did he say?“

“Nothing he just shook his head. But that’s only because he’s prideful, Y/N, trust me. If you were to call him now I’m certain he would want to talk.“

Slowly I raised the mug I held in both hands to my lips and took a sip. When I looked at her again I knew my slightly puffy eyes were hard.

“Well, I’m not going to.“

“You should,“ Lucy protested, “Put you both out of your misery.“

I shook my head. “He’s the one who acts as if I did the worst possible thing to him when in reality I have done nothing. No, I am definitely not going to crawl back to him like a whipped dog that learned its lesson and damn him if he thinks I will. Maybe he regrets being a dick to me but then it sure as hell means that it’s his turn to come back. After all, he’s the one that left.“

When I finished I was out of breath and my hands trembled.

“I didn’t know you were this angry,“ Lucy admitted, her eyes holding surprise, “I expected you to be happy about these news.“

“Well I’m not,“ I answered, “This is just another stupid test of his and after crying every night for almost a month now I no longer care if I fail it.“

“He told me you were the one who left.“

I gaped at her. “What?“

She shrugged. “In his version of the story you’re the one who backed away form him after what happened to Jake. He thinks you are the one who left.“

Once more my body was set on fire with anger.
“That’s what this is about?“ I cried, “He hates me for not holding the hand he used to beat my friend with?“

Lucy bit her lip, then she nodded.

“Fuck him then,“ I said harshly, “What a self centered prick. I was frightened sick and he is so selfish that me taking a step back and insisting that I needed a moment alone is enough for him to throw us away?“

There was a pause of silence and slowly my breathing calmed again.

Lucy cleared her throat. “Okay, well… it’s your choice. I just know how much you care for him and even after everything he did I’m sure he cares about you just as much. And as your friend I must say that I can’t bear to see you so hurt all the time.“

At that I smiled kindly. “If he cared as much about me as I do for him he wouldn’t be spending all of his time with Cherry at his side.“

Lucy’s face fell. “I didn’t think you knew about that.“

I shrugged. “Hard not to. Her Instagram is full with pictures of them together. Her hugging him, him holding her waist, them dancing. He doesn’t seem to miss me too much.“

“She’s a distraction and has a pretty head that is as empty as a head can be,“ Lucy spoke harshly, “He knows that she is nothing compared to the friendship he had with you.“

I shrugged once more. “He doesn’t seem to mind. And as long as he doesn’t try to come back to me with a solid apology I couldn’t care less if Cherry bores him out of his mind.“


Nights were still the worst. That was when my head was haunted by every moment I ever spent with Harry, every laugh we shared, every touch. My poor heart was tortured with the memory of him kissing my cheek, leaving the skin hot and burning. I was reminded of the wide smile he wore whenever he saw me and the look of his arms held open wide for me to step into.

What I found myself missing most though was his smell. I’d grown to love his scent, found it comforting and every night I feared I would forget it one day.

Nights were when I allowed myself to cry and mourn the hope of love I’d lost with him.

I missed laughing with him, because he was still the funniest person I knew. I longed to hear him talk, because he had such a smart mind. I couldn’t bear to think that I would never get to feel his arms around me again and it hurt to imagine that I would never have his protection again.

After giving him so much importance in my life it was difficult to cope without him. But I did. And after two months of no word of him, it truly was no longer a lie when I said that I was feeling good.


It was almost like he knew that my heard had mended and I believed he understood that as his cue to come back and fuck me up again.
I stared at my phone with shock. I had one missed call from Harry and four new texts.


How are you?

Can we talk?


Almost three months. That was how long he’d waited to reach out again. More than 40 nights of crying, more than 30 days of feeling like I was only a shell of myself.
And all I got was a Hey. How are you? Can we talk? Sorry. 
A ‘Sorry’ was all that my pain was worth.

„Fuck you, Harry,“ I muttered.

I reached for the device sitting before me, unlocked the screen and pressed onto the message until the small window popped up.

Are you sure you want to delete this chat? My phone asked.

I didn’t hesitate to press yes.

To this day I knew that there was nobody I loved as deeply as I did Harry.

Even after doing everything in his power to break my heart, I can’t help the small jump out of rhythm and the tiny squeeze it gives whenever I happen to see his face somewhere. So many years have past and both of our lives are so different now.

We don’t speak. We don’t reach out.

But his stare lingers when he sees my face and so does mine. It’s as if we’re both reminded of who we once were and for a moment we wonder what we’ve become.

Thank you for reading this! 

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Word Count: 11k 

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Word Count: +1.5k

Genre: Pure floof, throughout the series

Warning: none

Author’s Note: this part is short bc i wrote it on my phone yesterday while on a road trip to my hometown (we’re still travelling, but now we’re staying at this lodge-type-resort for a night) so if i don’t reply to any of your comments, it’s bc i don’t have wifi here 😥 ugh ik.

also excuse my typos (typing on phone sucks, i’ll edit this later when i get home)

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Request: Hi can I request a reaction of bts having a foreigner girlfriend and finding out their girlfriend is leaving back to America forever? Would bts after them? How would they react? Please happy ending. Thank you sooo muchThank you so much for the request!

A/N: So this may of turned out longer than I expected, I wrote two version before this a lot shorter, but tumblr crashed both times, but I’m even more happy with how this turned out :)

Kim Namjoon

You knew that it was all about timing when it came to telling Namjoon that you had to go back home, but this time it wasn’t only for a few days or for a week, it was quite possibly for good and you wasn’t  quite sure on when you would return, or if you’d ever have enough money to giving the money struggles your family were having back home. When you started this relationship, you both accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to stay there forever, but when you tried to drop hints recently Namjoon either completely blanked you or changed the subject completely.

The both of you were sat on the couch, cuddled up watching a movie in the comfort of your apartment that you were temporarily renting while you stayed there.

“Namjoon, I have something I need to tell you” you mumbled as you buried your face into his chest. 

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contrivedcoincidences6  asked:

So I just rewatched Amor Fati and one thing I've always felt was under explained/analyzed is Mulder's dream. I was thinking of who I wanted to ask to write that and thought of you (cause you're amazing.) Could you maybe write like Mulder's thoughts on it and/or him telling Scully about it or something?

Thank you so much for thinking of me for this! I’m not this is what you wanted, but it came out like this. I hope you like it anyway.

The boy is in his dream, again.

The features of the small child are familiar to him now. He recognizes the smile, the way he moves. Once every while his small hand comes up to brush a few strands of hair away from his forehead. In his dreams, the boy is always smiling. Today is no different. Today, though, he wants to ask the boy his name.

“Who are you?” The boy giggles and throws sand in the air, the grains showering him and settling in his hair.

“Are you here alone?” Mulder asks looking around. There is a shadow over there near the cliffs without a face, without even a silhouette. Yet, the familiarity draws him in, washes a sense of comfort over him. There is only one person who makes him feel this way, awake or asleep, dead or alive. Scully. He says her name, or thinks it, and the boy laughs harder, flinging himself into the sand.

“Where is your mother? Are you here by yourself?” Mulder faces the shadow again as it hovers there still, unmoving. The boy continues to squeal and kicks his tiny legs into his direction. Mulder feels the scrape of the sand against his skin, tickling him. Maybe it’s the sensation or the boy’s infectious noises, but he finds himself chuckling, breaking out into laughter himself. The child holds out his arms, wearing a grin that cuts through him like glass, reminding him of something, someone.

“Pick me up, daddy?” Mulder opens his mouth to answer this boy, his unlikely son, and yet no words come out. The sensation is overwhelming; he is a father here, in this dream.  

“I wanna go home, daddy.” The child pleads and Mulder reaches for him, feels a pull in his arm, but it’s not enough. They drift into different directions and there is nothing he can do.

His eyes pop open instantly and he knows he’s back in his apartment. It’s dark here in his bedroom, dry and cool. He rubs his eyes, waits for the throbbing pain in his head to pass. There is a glass of water on his bedside table and he quickly gulps the stale liquid down.

The boy.

The first time Mulder dreamed about him After, he didn’t think much of it. Just a remnant of what had happened. But unlike Diana, his nameless, faceless children, Deep Throat and even his sister, the boy refuses to leave his dreams. He is always right there on the beach, waiting for him. Never called him daddy before, though. Mulder spends more time awake these days; his brain and body healing quickly. Soon he’ll be back to sleepless, dreamless nights. The boy will be gone then. Daddy, he called him, and Mulder still feels the sound reverberate through his mind, his whole body. He dismisses it, for now.

Scully comes over after work like she’s done the last couple of days. As per Skinner, Mulder is not allowed to set foot into the J. Edgar Hoover building for another week. Scully brings him food, assures him that yes, the office is still standing, not burnt to the ground, and no, he’s not missing out on any extraterrestrial fun, before she checks on his head, meticulously scribbling down any changes.

“Looks good, considering.” Scully grants him a small smile when she’s done; lately, she’s been smiling more often, he finds, and today her upturned lips remind him of something, someone. It’s familiar, and the tingling that accompanies it is as well. Realization washes over him; he’s known before, has known all this time, who the boy in his dream is. The shadow watching over them there has always been Scully, there has never been a doubt in his mind. So why did he doubt this?

“Mulder, are you all right? Do you need to lie down again?” Her hands are on his face, touching him gently, as he begins to grin. “You’re scaring me.” Scully whispers, laughing uncomfortably.

“Am I that hideous?” Mulder murmurs.

“No,” Scully chuckles, “you’re not hideous. I just know that grin, Mulder. It means you just had an idea, or you’re about to ditch me.”

“I’m not going to ditch you, Scully,” he promises, taking her hands off his face and lacing their fingers together, “I didn’t have an idea either. It’s more like an epiphany.”

“Now I’m really worried, Mulder.”

“I’ve been having dreams,” he tells her and she sits there quietly, waiting for him to continue, “Ever since that operation,” she huffs, “or whatever you want to call it. These dreams… I had them during the procedure, too.” Mulder watches as Scully worries her lip, contemplating if she should say something or just wait. He does the same. Does he tell her about Diana? About the nameless children and their marriage? He spent a lifetime without her while he was asleep. He only came alive once she was there, showing him the truth among all the lies. There’s time for that later, he decided.

“It doesn’t matter. Just… I keep having this one dream. It’s not exactly the same every time but there’s this child.” His eyes are observing her carefully, his thumb gently caressing the back of her hand to reassure her, or him. “A small boy. I don’t know his name, but he’s got sandy hair that I’m sure will darken as he gets older. A pouty mouth, big blue eyes and you should hear him laugh, Scully, he-”

“Why are you telling me this?” She tries to draw her hand away from his to get away from him and his words; he’s lost himself in the dream, sees the small boy – their child, he is certain of it now - and he wishes he could take her there, see him with her own eyes. His Scully, she needs proof. This is something he cannot give her. All he has to offer, right here and now, is hope.

“Until today I had no idea who he was. I kept asking his name and he never tells me,”

“It’s a dream, Mulder. It’s your unconsciousness so of course he doesn’t have a name, because it’s not real.”

“Today though he told me who I am,” Mulder goes on, ignoring Scully’s attempt to shut him up. Not this time. “You wanna know who I am?” He asks her.

“I know who you are.” She rolls her eyes. At least she no longer tries to get away, their fingers an intertwined mess. Judging from the look on her face Mulder is certain she is convinced she’s missed something. Any moment now she’s going to tell him they’re going back to the hospital for more tests.

“He called me daddy, Scully. That’s who I am.”

“That’s nice, Mulder.” Her voice betrays her words, as do her eyes. Sad and vulnerable, they look everywhere but at him. He touches her chin and waits until her eyes give in and finds his.

“It is nice, Scully. You want to know who his mother is?” He whispers, his smile giving away the answer.

“Mulder, please… we both know the IVF didn’t work, so don’t-”

“We can try again, Scully. We have to. I saw him.” Her head shakes vigorously and watching her, fighting against his words and the images he’s planting in her head, he almost gets dizzy.

“I saw him, Scully. He’s so beautiful.”

“You’re delirious, Mulder. You need to rest. What you saw – what you think you saw – it’s just a dream. Come on, lie back down.” She pushes at him and he lets her. If only he could take her with him into his dream, show her. If only he could see her there with their son.

“I’ll prove it to you,” her hands busy themselves with tucking the blanket around him. She refuses to look at him, what a surprise, but he lets her be, “We can’t give up, Scully. We need to try again.”

“Mulder.” His name leaves her lips as a sigh, resigned and sad, hoping to convey all the emotions she’s buried already, filed and hidden away.

“No, I’m serious, Scully,” as he tries to sit up once more, too eager, his vision turns blurry, his senses fuzzy. “I told you not to give up on a miracle, right? Our miracle.” He adds more softly, barely above a whisper. His eyes closing on their own volition, he feels her tears rather than he sees them. They fall on his hand softly, like summer rain. “I don’t want to give up, Scully. Not on this. I saw him… I saw him.” He’ll see him again, soon, in his dream.

“We can try… try it the old fashioned way, you know.” His eyes still closed, too weary to open again, he grins.

“You’re out of your mind, Mulder,” she whispers close to his ear, making him shiver, “but… we can talk about it. Maybe. Now go back to sleep.”

“Hmm.” He’s almost there already. Sand crunches under his bare feet as the waves gently lap against the shore, welcoming him back. There in the distance he hears it: the childish glee in his son’s laughter.

“Sweet dreams, Mulder,” Scully’s voice is distant now, but still present, capturing him between dream and reality, “and when you wake up, tell me all about our son.”


Nyrandrea here! So…I wrote a thing for @shinyzango’s Batim 2D AU. If you like the game and like cute, fluffy, inky stuff then please check it out!





The wooden hallway was dimly lit, the flickering lights weren’t helping at all. The walls were splattered with black ink. Why the Hell did he come to this place again?


Oh yeah, because his ‘pal’ Joey had decided to write to him after what, thirty years? It was completely out of the blue and the guy wasn’t even here, that should have been his first warning sign to leave, but something just…made him go in. Was it curiosity? Stubbornness? He honestly couldn’t even tell anymore.


“Huh?” Henry blinked and looked down to the piece of paper he was holding.

“Ugh” The small animated cartoon crossed his arms and tapped his foot in an annoyed manner. “Were you even listening to me?”

The man smiled nervously. “Sorry Bendy…What were you saying?”
Bendy sighed and shook his head. “It’s fine. Never mind.” He gave the grizzled man a worried frown. “Are ya alright? You seem pretty…distracted.”

As he continued to walk down the seemingly endless hallway, he glances up to check for any danger, his grip tightening on the axe in his other hand while doing so, before looking back down to Bendy again. 

“I’m fine. Just…tired is all.”

The small cartoon looked even more worried now. “Well you oughta rest then! There’s an office nearby that should be pretty safe-“

“No. We have to press on.” He interrupted as he turned a corner, walking into a large room. “Those ink…monsters are probably still around, we need to keep moving” 

Bendy didn’t seem pleased with Henry’s response. “Hey, you may be all macho tough but even you’ve got yer limits. You gotta rest, Henry.”

Henry sighed. He was normally a patient man but right now he was on edge, every shadow and ink splatter looked as though it was about to pounce on him and he was not in the mood to bicker.

“I said I’m fine.”


“Just drop it already!” He scowled down at the small demon, his hand gripping the paper slightly.

Bendy’s expression quickly went from worried, to shock and then to hurt. He looked down slightly.

“A-alright…” He said in a small voice.

The older man instantly regretted what he had done.

'Christ, Bendy’s only concerned for my welfare and I respond by being a complete dick.’ Henry thought to himself.

It was true, ever since he ‘met’ the small 2D drawing on the wall, the only thing he was concerned with was getting Henry through the workshop in the safest way that he could. Granted, it wasn’t entirely possible with the Searchers, the musician turned madman, Sammy and the other, more monstrous version Bendy in their way, but even then the demon protected him by absorbing the ink around him and emerging from the page as…well… as another monster, and it had scared the ever living crap out of Henry when he first saw the transformation, but now he was grateful for it.

Henry looked back down to Bendy, who was now sitting on the line that the man had drawn for him with his knees against his chest, looking a little sullen.
He sighed, he should apologize.

“Bendy, I-“

His eyes widened as he suddenly heard an unearthly screech, he quickly turned to look for the source when something wet slapped against his ankle and gripped hard. 


He went to swing his axe at whatever was on his ankle when it yanked forward, causing him to lose his balance and slam hard onto his back. 


The back of Henry’s head hit the wooden floor with a sickening thud, making his vision go blurry. There was also a constant ringing in his ears, he couldn’t make sense of anything for a few seconds.

That was all the Searchers needed.

They were instantly on him like a pack of wolves, their bodies slithering around him as they started to form a large puddle around him. The strong stench of the ink was unbearable.

He weakly raised his axe to strike back at them, but a dripping black hand reached out from the puddle, wrapped itself around the handle and wrenched it away from him, sending it flying down the corridor.

This was it then. This was how he was going to die. 

Henry breathed heavily as the ink formed around his body, he could still faintly make out their gaping mouths and hands forming out of the puddle, like some sort of horrific black abomination.

Wait. Bendy. Where was he? Was he alright? The piece of paper must have slipped out of his hand when he fell. Henry turned his head as best as he could despite the weight that was forming around his body, but he couldn’t see it. Maybe the paper had floated to a safer distance.

God, he hoped so.

Black was forming around his field of vision. The pressure of the ink mass was making it harder for him to breathe. 

'End of the line.’ The man thought to himself, smirking slightly to himself. ‘What a way to go.’

He closed his eyes as the Searchers fully consumed his body.

The moving had stopped.

‘Am…Am I dead?’ Henry internally questioned to himself.

No, that was far too quick. Did something happen? What made them stop?

Henry got his answer as he felt something large wrap around him and pull him upwards.

His eyes widen as he gasps for air, his vision was still blurry, especially now since ink was dripping down his face, but he could still hear the Searchers screeching and a very low, deep growl.

He felt himself being lowered to the floor gently before hearing an onslaught of loud thuds, agonized cries and screeches, and lastly, a sickening splatter. 

As much as he wanted to get up and see what was going on, he was simply too weak. His head was throbbing, his lungs ached and as much as he didn’t want to admit it, his age wasn’t speeding up his recovery as much as he would have wanted, so he simply laid there as the noise died down.

For a few moments there was silence, the only sounds that filled the room was his deep breathing and the slithering of something coming towards him.
He felt a large hand prod at him and a low whine.

Henry lifts his head slightly and opens his eyes a crack, smiling weakly when he sees the hulking head and single eye of Bendy.

“Heh…you saved me again, buddy.”

The eye lights up and the monster’s large grin widens as he makes a noise of what seems to be a mix of happiness and relief. 

Henry smirks and tries to pick himself up, only for his arms to buckle under the weight, his smirk quickly changing into a grimace.

“Damn it…!” 

He grunted as he felt two large inky hands carefully wrap around him and set him up against a wall. Looking up into the concerned face of Bendy, he feels even more shitty about the way he spoke to the demon before the attack.

“Hey, don’t worry about me…I’ve survived worse.”

His voice had a hint of doubt but this seemed to satisfy Bendy nevertheless, as the hulking ink mass turned his back to him to watch the room.

Henry narrowed his eyes in confusion at first but it soon dawned on him, Bendy was guarding him.

He frowned. He was grateful for the concern but he knew that this form that Bendy took had it’s limits, he couldn’t stay like this for long without consequences.

“Bendy…” Henry started. “You should go back onto your page.”

The only response he got was a grunt. The demon wasn’t budging.


“…I’m…I’m sorry about earlier…I shouldn’t have raised my voice at you…”

It was only slight, but Bendy tilted his head slightly towards him.

Taking a breath and looking down, Henry continued. “You’ve been… so damn dedicated to my safety and always put yourself at risk to save my sorry ass…and…you’re the only friend I’ve got down here. Yet I was still a complete jerk to you…and for that, I’m sorry. I…I really am.”

Bendy seemed to ponder this for a moment before fully turning to face the man, lowering his head to Henry’s level.

He blinked in a surprised manner when he felt a gentle, wet, inky bump on his forehead.

Did…did Bendy just nuzzle him?

The hulking demon raised himself back up to his full height, leaving a large black splotch on top of Henry’s face, and nodded.

All was forgiven.

Henry didn’t’ know what to say, so he simply nodded back in silent understanding. 

His aching body was starting to feel a tad bit better, but he was still too weak to stand, and Bendy knew this, so he resumed his guarding position, making Henry frown once more.

“Bendy…” He sighed. “Fine, if it makes you feel better. But only for five minutes, alright? Then you need to get back on the page.”

He didn’t get a response but he knew Bendy had heard him.

Sighing, Henry closed his eyes slightly and relaxed slightly for the first time in what seemed like days.

At least he knew he had a friend he could fully rely upon.


Was that angsty enough for ya? Maybe I could turn this into a series of one-shots? Let me know what y'all think!


Prompt: Alone by Halsey for @whothehellisbella ‘s song fic challenge.

Summary: Pursuing a long distance relationship with a man named Bucky Barnes, you can’t help but feel so unsure of committing to him.

Word Count: 2,930.

A/N: After taking what felt like a century to get inspiration for this fic, alas, the product is finished. Angst isn’t my preferable choice when it comes to writing, but I think I did pretty well. Also, huge thanks to my pal @theassetseyeliner for being a big help when it came to editing this out :D

Warnings: Angst, and some pretty bad thoughts. 

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Of Chibis and Usas

Summary: Leave it to Adrien to discover a little lost Chibi Usa at a convention- especially whilst dressed as Tuxedo Mask. 


If he hadn’t gotten lost, he might never have heard it.

As Adrien, fully clad in his Tuxedo Mask cosplay, rounded what must have been the eighteenth corner of the labyrinth masquerading as a convention centre, his ear pricked. At first the sound was so faint that he almost dismissed it, but he chose to follow his gut instead.

He was glad he did as, when he followed the sound, his instincts were proven correct.

In a tiny, obviously forgotten corner, far away from the crowds, was a girl so tiny that Adrien’s heart instantly shattered at the look of her. She was curled up into ball. Tucked as tight as she could, her wide eyes searching and frantic, her cheeks red and stained with tears and her pink wig askew, it was only when he took a better look that he realised who she was cosplaying.

Glancing around, Adrien felt at a loss when he realised he was the only person in the nearby vicinity, having strayed out of the main convention hall in order to find a bathroom and gotten lost on the way back.

“H-hi,” he tried, keeping his voice gentle. Making sure to keep his distance, in case he scared her, Adrien crouched down and faced the crying girl, who whimpered and buried her face into her lap as he approached. Adrien froze, not moving any further. “It’s alright. I won’t hurt you. Did you lose your mum or dad?”

The girl cried harder, but tilted her head back up to face him, and nodded.

Frowning, Adrien pulled out his phone. He was alone, in a quiet corner of a convention hall, with a little girl in distress. He needed help as much as he needed to help the girl find who she was with.

“You’re Chibi Usa aren’t you?” he asked, smiling as kindly as he could. The girl nodded again, her bright blue eyes reminding her so much of Marinette’s that it caught him off guard for a moment. “Hello Chibi Usa, I’m Tuxedo Mask! I’m going to try and help you!”

As if it would help him further, he pulled a fabric rose out from his pocket and offered it to the girl, who was now a lot calmer. He’d been given them periodically to Marinette throughout the convention, but he doubted she’d miss one, especially for a good cause.

“I know who you are,” the girl replied in a wobbly voice, sniffing as she took the rose from Adrien’s gloved hand. “You’re my Papa.”

Adrien froze for a moment, his face draining, before the girl giggled. “I didn’t mean it real life you know, I meant in the anime! Tuxedo Mask is Chibi Usa’s papa! Everyone knows that… but… my papa,” she trailed off here, her sudden calm crumbling away as her face scrunched up. “My papa… I don’t know- he’s- where he is- I don’t-”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Adrien shushed, waving his hands, his top hat almost falling off at the vigorous gestures he was making. “It’s ok. You know I know the real Sailor Moon. I’m going to text her right now to ask her to help you. But can you tell me your name, and your papa’s name? It’ll help Sailor Moon save the day!”

Once Adrien had her name he typed two quick texts to Marinette, and hoped he had enough of a signal on his phone for them to deliver.

Adrien: Hey Sailor Moon! Tuxedo Mask is lost with Chibi Usa somewhere outside the main hall. We’re in a corner and we need you to come and get us. Love mew! XxXxXx

Adrien: Ok but furr-realsies, there’s a little girl here dressed as Chibi Usa who’s lost her Papa. Can you grab a security guard or something? I promised her we’d help and I don’t want to leave her alone <3

“Oh! Good! The messages sent!” Adrien chirped, grinning at Carolane and settling against the wall beside her. “All we have to do now is wait.”

“Will Sailor Moon really find my papa?” she asked, tilting her head up at him as she fixed her wig, nervously fiddling with the pigtails and generally looking nervous. At least she wasn’t as distraught as before.

As if the universe was smiling down on them both, Adrien’s phone pinged a split second after she asked. Looking at his phone, he grinned, quickly changing Marinette’s contact name before showing Carolane the screen. With widened eyes, the small girl leaned close, her face lighting up in awe when she saw the text Adrien showed her.

Sailor Moon: Tell her to leave it to me! In the name of the moon I shall find her father! XxXxXx <3

“OH MY GOSH! OH MY GOSH! I’m going to meet Sailor Moon! Sailor Moon is going to find my papa!!!!” she squealed, all traces of despair gone, and Adrien forced down a laugh. Really, it was entirely too cute.

Fifteen minutes later, what looked like half of Paris’ security guards, along with a frantic looking man whom Adrien assumed was Carolone’s father, appeared around the corner. Carolane shrieked. Leaping to her feet, she ran towards her father at full speed and threw herself into his open arms. Adrien’s heart warmed at the sight of the reunited pair, but he frowned when he realised Marinette was nowhere in sight.

“Miss me?”

The yelp he made was very un-Tuxedo-Mask-like but, when he spun around, Marinette was standing there- a picture of perfection in her Sailor Moon cosplay. Recovering quickly, he smirked, bowing low. “I always miss you when you’re gone, my love.”

With that he gave her another fabric rose, and she arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s the eighth rose you’ve given me today. How many more do you have hidden in that cape? Or are you hiding them in your top hat?”

“As many as you want, my lady,” he replied, kissing her hand. “And I’d never reveal where I’m hiding them! That’s a surprise.”

“He’d hiding them in the inside bits of his jacket!”

Adrien’s face froze, the smirk wiped clean, and Marinette giggled. Taking the hand he’d been kissing, she covered her face with it instead and Adrien’s heart leapt at the sound. Before he realised who’d given away his secret, Marinette crouched down beside him to face Carolane (that traitor). “So, you’re the lost Chibi Usa huh? Your costume is really cute!” Marinette cooed, giving Carolane a friendly wave.

“I can’t thank you enough for helping me find her young lady,” Carolane’s father said, shaking her hand with fervour. He was a young man, no older the thirty, and had the tense countenance of someone who’d recently gone through something traumatic. He turned to Adrien, shaking his hand too. “And thank you for finding her- when I think what could have happened…”

Adrien shook his head. “Don’t mention it. We were happy to help.”

Carolone was busy staring at Marinette with stars in her eyes. The girls face slowly turned beetroot red as she stammered a response. “Th- thank you Sailor Moon! You’re so cool in the show! Especially when you beat the bad guys!”

“The trick is to always be brave and never, ever give up hope!” Marinette replied with a flourish. Watching the conversation from afar, Adrien was sure he was about to die from cuteness overload. It was too much for him to handle.

“I promise I’ll never, ever, EVER give up hope!” Carolane said, clenching her fists and nodding, even as her stomach growled.

Her father laughed ruffling her wig. “We should probably get you something to eat. Would you two like something? On me?”

“Oh thank you Monsieur, but we have places to go, other people to save you know?” Adrien replied, winking at Carolane, who giggled.

“What he means,” Marinette interjected with a roll of her eyes, “is we’re entering the cosplay competition so we have to get there soon. But thank you anyway. It was a pleasure to help.”

After they’d all said their goodbyes, with Carolane promising to come and watch them in the cosplay competition (“How can you not win?! You’re the REAL DEAL!”) Adrien wrapped his arms around Marinette’s waist and puller her so that her back was against his chest. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he nuzzled in close, kissing her neck. “I want one of those. They’re so cute!”

“Are you planning on making one now?” Marinette scoffed as he continued kissing her neck. “Because I think they’d disqualify us from the cosplay contest… and we’d probably be banned from all future conventions.”

“Fate is so cruel,” Adrien sighed, spinning her around at bopping her on the nose. “But seriously, what do you think of having our own Chibi Usa one day?”

Marinette thought for a moment, scrunching her nose in an adorable way that made him unable to resist the urge to kiss it, and a few of her freckles, until she was laughing and lightly pushing him away.

“A Chibi Usa sounds nice,” she said, lacing her fingers with his, “but for now, I suggest we stick to Luna.”

“I HEARD THAT!” Plagg yelled, floating out of Adrien’s pocket with a grumble, a crescent moon sticker on his head. “And get this stupid thing off me!”

Adrien burst out laughing.

“You’re right,” he replied, ignoring Plagg cursing beside him. “Luna is more than enough for the time being.”

This is a spiritual successor to @sarahcada​‘s Of Tuxedos and Masks- a totally amazing two-part story which you should go check out immediately! This was written as a gift for a summer exchange we were both part of ^O^

Kill Zone - Part 6: Haunted

Characters: Reader (Special Agent Y/N Singer), Dean Winchester, Special Agent Castiel Novak, Cindy Stevenson (OC - mentioned), Ella McKenzie (OC - mentioned), Helena Spencer (OC - mentioned), Lisa Braeden (mentioned)  

Pairing: AU Dean x Reader

Warnings: minor character death, mention of past character deaths, hinted ptsd, couch sex is complicated, oral sex (female and male receiving), unsafe sex (because I was to lazy to work in a condom - let’s asume she is on the pill but wear them always!)

Word Count: 5900ish (whooops)

A/N: This is a serial killer AU of sorts. Not the typical kind, but it has all the deaths and violence this kinda AU bring with it. It was sorta inspired by Criminal Minds and that is why my agents are profilers.

This series will have deaths, violence, love, heartwarming moments and everything in between. I am hereby warning you for yet another rollercoaster ride led by me ;)

Thanks to the amazing @percywinchester27 for being my advisor and beta on this one.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***


You let yourself fall down onto the bed and you hid your face in your hands as you finally felt it. Your entire body started shaking, as the image of the frightened girl running through the valley played over and over in your mind.

You kept thinking you could have gotten to her, had you not stopped in the clearing, to search for the sniper like Dean had taught you to do. Had you not stopped for those few brief moments, maybe you would have been able to get her to safety before the shot rang through the air, and she fell face first to the ground; dead.

You heard the scream, but you hadn’t realized it had been your own until you were halfway into the clearing, doing the exact opposite of what Dean had ordered you to do. You needed to check on her, clinging on to a small strand of hope that she was still alive, even if you knew deep down that she wasn’t. All it had taken the past two times had been a single shot to the back of the neck, and it had been all it had taken this time.

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Don’t get mad, get even

Originally posted by jjeonguk

Pairing: Jungkook & Reader

Genre & Warnings: Angsty Smut af. Name calling, degradation, cheating-ish (Too drunk to realize it isn’t MC), basically a bunch of stuff I don’t usually write about.

Word Count: 2,925

Notes: I just had to throw this together real quickly while the idea was with me. This has minimal editing and no beta reading done, so if it’s horrible right now, I apologize. I’ll go back and do this correctly later. Ok, so, real quick. You won’t see degradation or name calling in a lot of my fics, because it’s just not my thing. If someone were to call me a slut or a whore while we’re doing the do, I’d get turned off real fucking fast. HOWEVER, I am looking at this from the POV of someone who is fucking pissed, just caught her BF fucking around, and I imagine she would call everyone and their Mama a Slut if she could. I am also not a fan of using honorifics in fics usually, but I didn’t want her to use mistress or anything like that, so Unnie/Noona it is. This is probably the dirtiest shit I’ve ever written. So have fun with this lol. 

You were on your way to a party that was being thrown for BTS by mutual friends, to celebrate yet another win for them. You briefly wondered what Bang PD was going to do since he was going to run out of shelf space for all of their awards. You felt a little burst of pride yourself, knowing that your man was doing so well. Jungkook had called you just that morning, excitedly telling you about the party and the shiny new award. He kept whining that Yoongi was hogging it and he wanted to take a picture with it to send you. 

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How MM Characters React to Finding Out You're Pregnant


  •  He already noticed slight changes to your mood and body before you did. 
  •  At first he thought it might be the flu, but that thought changes when you are too tired for your usual love fest in bed.
  • “I’m sorry, Jumin. I’m too tired tonight.”
  • Elizabeth 3rd also becomes extra clingy to you. 
  • Jumin makes you go to the doctor and they can’t find anything wrong. He insists to do further tests but you beg him not to.
  • “It’s probably stress, Jumin. I’ll be fine.”
  • Wrong answer. Jumin has cleared your schedule until he feels like you’re feeling better. 
  • A week later you realize your period hasn’t happened. 
  • Jumin knew this before you and scheduled another doctor’s appointment after asking Jaehee to research information on missed periods (poor Jaehee.)
  • He makes you go back to the doctor for blood work. Suddenly this all makes sense: The fatigue, your bras no longer fitting, and feeling sick. 
  •  The doctor walks in with the good news. “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Han. You’re going to be parents.”
  • Jumin doesn’t say anything at first. His face loses color. The news is a surprise. 
  • “Sweetheart, are you okay?” You ask. You’ve never seen him this way before.
  • He nearly faints from processing all the emotions he is feeling on the way out of the doctor’s office.
  • Jaehee cancels all of Jumin’s meetings for the week citing “exhaustion” as the cause.  
  • Jumin holds you close to him later on that night, confessing he is both terrified and delighted at the news. He wonders if Elizabeth 3rd will feel jealous. omg really jumin. 
  • “I’m sure she’ll be happy too,” You whisper in his ear as you accidentally fall asleep on his chest. 
  • He admires the glow your face is beginning to show as you sleep peacefully. 


  • You’ve been much more emotional lately. 
  • Every time Zen had to leave on set you find yourself crying, but why?
  • You even beat yourself up about it. “Why am I acting so strange..?”
  • Zen invites you to come on set with him one day and you’re immediately say yes! 
  • You couldn’t help but keep refilling your plate with cakes from catering. Zen tries to crack a joke “You are what you eat, huh babe?” 
  • But it backfires.
  • It backfires BAD. 
  • You walk away sobbing. This is entirely out of character. 
  • “Wait! BABE! I’m so sorry!” He runs after you and pulls you in for a hug. 
  • You sob into his chest for a few minutes and then go silent.
  • He pushes you in front of him to see what’s wrong. “Babe…?” 
  • Your face turns white and you go limp in front of him. 
  • Zen FREAKS out and immediately yells for someone to help. 
  • He carries you himself to the ambulance and he demands you get rushed you to the hospital. 
  • The paparazzi outside of the set take photos of the incident. A video is uploaded to Youtube.
  • You regain consciousness when arriving to the hospital. “What’s…what’s going on?” 
  • Zen cries with joy seeing you’re awake and hugs you. “Shh. Just rest, my princess. We’ll find out. I love you.” 
  • He refuses to leave your side as the hospital runs a bunch of tests, but, you tell him he should get something to eat while they do an ultrasound. 
  • The doctor comes in a couple hours later and tells them it was a combination of exhaustion and dehydration.  “This is a common symptom in pregnancies. She’ll need to make sure she drinks more fluid and get rest.”
  • Wait. What? Both you and Zen look at the doctor with confusion.
  • The doctor informs the two of you that you’re already 13 weeks pregnant. He gives Zen a picture of the ultrasound showing a little baby bean! 
  • You start crying at news. It’s happy tears. Eventually Zen starts crying too. He’s just as happy. 


  • It’s not secret you and Yoosung wanted to have kids immediately.
  • You two tried every month for six months. 
  • You have a bulk stash of HCG strips in the bathroom, an ovulation 
    tracker on the your phone, and have read every article online on how to improve your chances at becoming pregnant.
  • Every month your period came, Yoosung started to doubt himself. 
  • “Is.. Is there something wrong with me?”
  • You’d hold him and reassure him. “Don’t say that. There’s nothing wrong with you! Sometimes it just takes time, I guess.” Deep inside, you wondered if there was actually something wrong with you instead.
  • After a year of trying, you both go to a fertility specialist to have tests done. 
  • The specialist tells the both of you there is a problem with your ovulation. They immediately start on you a treatment plan with fertility drugs. 
  • You act okay with the news, but in reality you are the opposite of okay. 
  • Yoosung finds you crying underneath the covers and panics. 
  • “Please don’t cry! It’s not your fault!”
  • Soon he’s crying too. 
  • By the third treatment cycle you start to notice changes in your body.
  • You start doubting your feelings. You try to remain calm. 
  • Every day you and Yoosung talk about all of your different things happening with your body.
  • When you take one of your test strips at home you notice a second faint line, causing your heart to skip a beat.
  • “Yoosung! LOOK!” 
  • Each test on each day has a darker, and darker second line. You two get hopeful. It’s been a hard two years, but it feels like you two are getting to the light at the end of the tunnel. 
  • You two are SO nervous at the fertility specialist. Yoosung can barely breathe.
  • The fertility specialist confirms what you two have been dreaming. You are pregnant!
  • Yoosung sobs tears of joy at the news.  You two are so happy to finally become parents. 
  • The fertility specialist interrupts the celebration with even more good news.
  • “There’s just one thing…”
  • He shows on the screen there are four baby beans. 
  • FOUR.


  • Remember that one time he wanted to leave evidence he existed on you?
  • Well he wanted to do that again on your honeymoon. And then some. 
  • A couple months later you notice you are craving Honey Buddha Chips and Doctor Pepper more than normal.
  • At first Saeyoung thinks it’s really cute how much junk food you’re eating.
  • And then he realizes an entire giant box of Honey Buddha Chips are gone. 
  • He asks Saeran first if he knew what happened to them.
  • “Why would I eat all of your chips? I saw your wife with the box. Ask her.”
  • And then he wonders if maybe you’re emotionally eating.
  • What if she regrets our marriage? 
  • Later on in the day you visit Saeyoung in his computer room where he’s playing LOLOL. “Hey… Saeyoung.. we need to talk.”
  • Your voice makes him immediately spin around. He has tears in his eyes. “I.. I knew this day would come.” 
  • Your heart immediately sinks. “I’m.. I’m so sorry Saeyoung!”  You feel even more guilty at eating his precious Honey Buddha Chips as you add “I’ve been so hungry lately and they just taste so good. I’m so sorry for eating them I will never do it again!” 
  • Saeyoug looks at you confused. “Wait? You’re not leaving… me?”
  • “I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU.” omg you stupid idiot i love you. 
  • Suddenly you feel hot and sick. You run to the bathroom covering your mouth.
  • Saeyoung panics when he hears you vomit in the bathroom. It’s enough to get Saeran out of his room too. 
  • He’s never heard you this sick before and makes you go to bed. This goes on for a week. 
  • Soon he’s starting to search for answers online. He even goes to WebMD.
  • When you’re sleeping he calls Jaehee in a panic, worrying you might be dying and because you both are girls maybe she would know how women things work. 
  • Jaehee calmly explains to him that you’re not dead and dying. She suggests to him that you may be pregnant and should take a test. (I guarantee she facepalmed at the convo.)
  • A week later, you’re start having suspicions too. You look at the calendar and realize you haven’t had a period in two months.  “Could it be..?” 
  • You go to tell Saeyoung you think you’re pregnant and He confesses he already purchased a bunch of pregnant tests for you.
  • You think that’s the most romantic thing ever and hug him to pieces. 
  • He waits outside while you figure out how to use to use the test. How do girls pee on this thing omg. The test immediately comes back as positive. 
  • You rush out of the bathroom with the test in hand. You both are sobbing tears or joy together. 
  • You lean in to kiss him when you’re stomach starts to growl again. 
  • “Can.. Can I have more Honey Buddha Chips?” 
  • He’ll be glad to give you anything for you and the baby. 

anonymous asked:

Can you do a scene where Harry accidentally wears draco's slytherin tie to class instead of his own

I didn’t mean for this to be so long, but my ass got carried away as per usual. Hope you enjoy!


Harry woke up and smiled when he felt the warm chest pressed up against his back and the hand splayed possessively over his stomach. Harry yawned and stretched, much to Draco’s dismay, who wrapped his arm tighter around Harry in response.

“Harry…” He groaned.

Harry chuckled but then jumped out of bed when he realized it was a weekday and that they had lessons.

“Harry, what the fu-”

“Draco! What time is it?!” Harry shouted.

Draco sighed and rolled over to check the clock.

“Eight o'clock.”

“Eight o'clock?! Shit!”

Harry hurriedly started looking for his clothes, cursing every few seconds.

“Harry, love, calm down. We have a free period right now.”

“No, Draco. YOU have a free period. I’m supposed to be in charms in 5 minutes! Flitwick told me if I’m late again I’ll have detention for a week!”

“Okay, okay. It’s alright, we’ll get you there on time.”

Draco finds the rest of Harry’s clothes and hands them to him.

Harry quickly gets dressed and leaves the room in a haste, still putting on his tie while he runs to charms.

Harry made it into the classroom a second before Flitwick walked in and he sat down in the seat next to Ron with a sigh of relief.

“Hey Harry! Where were you last- uh mate?” Ron said, glancing down to Harry’s neck.

Harry’s hand flew up to a spot on his neck where he thought Draco might’ve left a mark last night.

“W-What?” Harry asked nervously.

“Why the hell are you wearing a Slytherin tie?”


Harry looked down and realized that Ron wasn’t staring at a mark on his neck, but at the tie that he blindly grabbed and put on this morning.

“M-my tie. Um…haha Ron! Funny joke, mate! You charmed it to look like this, didn’t you?”

Harry cringed at his not-so-clever response.

“Yeah right, Harry. You and I both know I haven’t got the slightest idea of how to do that.”

“W-well yeah!” Harry laughed loudly, causing the people around him to turn and look at him, immediately seeing the tie. “You obviously um…had Hermione do it!”

Ron was about to say something, but Flitwick beat him to it.

“Mr. Potter! Is there a problem?”

Now everyone in the room was looking at him.

Harry blushed.

“I, um, no, Professor. Sorry.”

The rest of the class went by without further interrogation from Ron. As soon as the bell rang, Harry was out of his seat. When he was in the corridors, he heard everyone whispering about his tie. He walked past a group of Slytherins who glared at the fabric around his neck. Harry groaned, knowing he didn’t have time to run up to his dorm to get a different tie or to find Draco to ask him to let him into the Slytherin dorms to get the one he left in there. He’d have to wait until lunch.

He sat through DADA with all the same questioning looks. He heard Lavender whisper something to Parvati that sounded a lot like, “He’s obviously sleeping with Draco Malfoy. Have you seen the way they look at each other!”

Harry blushed deep red when they looked at him, and they both turned away giggling.

Somehow they were able to spread that rumor around, or maybe other people were saying it too, but now that was everyone’s assumption.

“Harry! Have you heard what people are saying about you and Malf-”

“Sorry, Ron! Can’t talk! I have to go, um, do something!”

Harry took off and ran down the corridor, on his way to Gryffindor tower. He was stopped, however, when he ran into a warm and familiar body.

“Looking for this?” Draco smirked as he held up the red and gold tie.

“D-Draco! I’m so sorry! I-I wasn’t paying attention when I was getting dressed this morning and I must have grabbed your tie by mistake! I know you wanted to keep us a secret, but now everyone is saying that we’re sleeping together! I didn’t say anything I swear, someone else started the rumor! I’m really sorry, please don’t be mad at me!”

Harry looked at Draco with watery eyes.

“Harry, calm down. It’s okay. I purposely gave you that tie when you were getting ready.”


Draco shrugged.

“I figured it was about time I let people know that you’re mine. I’m sick of the way all the girls in this school look at you. Especially the Weaslette.”

“Why didn’t you just say-”

“Because I like seeing you all flustered. It’s cute.”

Harry blushed.


Draco laughed and, instead of handing the Gryffindor tie to Harry, wrapped it around his own neck and laced his fingers through Harry’s.

“Ready for lunch?”

Harry smiled and nodded.

The two of them walked into the Great Hall, hand-in-hand, and everyone turned to look at them. They all gasped when they saw the ties.

Draco pulled Harry’s hand and led him to over to the Slytherin table and they sat down next to each other.

All the Slytherins glared at them and Harry shrunk back.

“Problem?” Draco sneered at them before turning Harry’s head towards his and kissing him softly on the lips.

“Because if there is, I’ll just remind you now that my boyfriend happens to be the one that defeated Lord Voldemort, so I really doubt any of you would be a tough match for him.”

All the dirty looks faded away and everyone turned back to their meals.

Harry grinned at Draco.

“You’re the best,” Harry said.

Draco leaned over to kiss Harry on the cheek.

“I know.”

❝ I lied ❞

Plot: When Jaebum is so stupid to not understand is slowly falling in love with you and pushing you away because he’s afraid due to his previous broken heart. But you love him since your training days and at the end he confesses to you. 

Pairing: JaebumxReader

Words count: 2,5k+

Genre: Fluff

For anon, I hope you like it cutie! (I love JB, thanks for your request lmao) - M.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner! ♥

That was your day. After three years of training, you were finally able to debut and more important as a soloist.  

It was tiring to be alone, but that was your dream as a child and nothing would have prevented you from realizing it.  

And it was a success, because as soon as your music video was released the visualizations began to increase with speed, making you feel really at peace with yourself.  

And from that day began the promotion at every music show, fan sign, mini concerts, and interviews. It was tiring, but you just seemed to be into a dream, wanting to never wake up.  

Another dream was also to know the groups that had been your inspiration for years and during an episode of the MCountdown, you had known SHINee and the f(x), who finally had returned after years with a comeback that had left you speechless because of the too much perfection.  

Everything was perfect, the only difficulty is that you felt lonely most of the time.

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“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH, Y/N!” Jackson’s scream made you turn, you were talking to your manager in the hallway after your practice, and you greeted him shaking your hand forcefully and smiling to him warmly.  

Jackson had been, after the first few months since your debut, the first to approach you and immediately you had become close friends. And it was he who introduced you to the other six members of GOT7, a group for whom you had immense admiration.  

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anonymous asked:

could you write a blurb about an easter dinner with harry's family/just a dinner with harry's family and something happening and it gets really awkward? could be something about the reader being a hardcore fan of one direction or something like that? idk thank you love

This turned out very light-hearted. Kinda corny, but I hope it gets a giggle or two. Enjoy x.

A Twist of Fate

“I think I should wear my One Direction hoodie,” you teased as you pulled a dress out of the closet and laid it on the bed.

Harry was silent and you wondered for a second if he didn’t like your joke, or if he just wasn’t listening.

“Better yet,” you continued, “I think I’ll wear that t-shirt my friend made me that has your face on it. I cut the neckline so it looks like you’re kissing my boob.”

“Oh God,” groaned Harry.

You giggled, dropping your phone on the bed. With Harry on speaker phone, you began to get undressed.

“What? You don’t want your family to know I’m your biggest fan?”

“I reckon we can leave that part out.”

“You sure? I could tell them about the time I camped out to get tickets, or how I still sleep with my One D pillow cases.”


Although he was chuckling, you could detect a sense of contempt in his voice.

“Oh oh! Better yet, I could read them some of my fan fiction! There’s a conversation starter.”

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You Look Cute In My Shirt

Summary/Prompt: “I may have slept in your shirt while you were gone.”
Word Count: 1730 words
Warnings: slight smut (but yeah not really), 
Pairings: Tyler Seguin x Reader

Authors Note: So the other one I posted yesterday was  huge hit and so I though why not post another one. I have a part 2 for this already written so if I get enough feedback on this one, I’ll post the second part.

Originally posted by clarkethesharkmacarthur

The house on nights like tonight were extremely boring and lonely. A cold breeze shot past me, sending shivers down my spine. Lately the house had been extremely cold and it obviously didn’t help that I walked around it in just a t-shirt and underwear. That is unless I had been accompanied by Tyler , then I would be forced to put on more layers. And I’m not saying I liked that.

As of right now, Tyler and the team where a 5 hour plane ride away from Dallas, currently finishing up a road trip. Tyler had crept into my room sometime last week during the earlier hours and had let me know that him and the team were leaving for the week, and that they would be back no later than lunch on Thursday, which was tomorrow.

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Mistakes [J.P.]

Character: James Potter
Word Count: 2167
Requested?: Yes/No
Summary: James doesn’t react well to getting his best friend Y/n pregnant. When will he finally decide what he really wants?
WARNINGS: Mentions of pregnancy
Disclaimer: Gif isn’t mine, credit to whoever made it

Note: This imagine is based on the prompts: 1. “Please don’t leave me.” and 20. “I’m pregnant.” I’ve not written a full imagine in a while (and I’ve never written for James before), so I apologise if this isn’t very good. Also, I love James Potter ❤️x

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“This was a mistake, okay? We never speak of this again.”

The words swirled around your head like a swarm of bees, your heart beating fast. James didn’t love you - he made that perfectly clear a couple of weeks ago when you spent a drunken night together and he told you it was a mistake.

It hurt more than you cared to admit, especially since you always had a crush on your messy haired best friend. The worst thing about it was that he was in love with someone else.

Lily Evans.

Lily was a beautiful girl, with flowing shoulder-length red hair that contrasted perfectly with her bright green eyes. With freckles scattered across her rosy cheeks, her clear, porcelain skin, and her rosebud lips, there was no questions as to why James had fallen for her.

Though it hurt to see him pine after her, you knew it was better to be friends with James than to ruin your relationship completely. Which is why, ever since that fateful night, you had pretended that you were okay with you and James going back to being just friends, with your feelings and the memories of the night being suppressed, for fear you would lose the one person you felt closest to.

It would have most likely worked out well, and you may have even gotten over your feelings for the boy, if it wasn’t for the sickness you started to feel barely a week after what happened, and you feared for the potential cause.

It took you a few days to hype yourself up to get checked out, with help and persuasion from Remus, who happened to catch you throwing up at one point, leading to an entire confession on your part.

That lead you to the current moment, where you sat clutching Remus’ arm as you waited nervously for the results.

“It’s going to be okay Y/n. If it turns out you are, and James doesn’t seem to want to step up, then you know you always have me. I’ll always be here for you,” Remus reassured you. You smiled at him gratefully, but deep down felt bad - you didn’t want to ruin Remus’ life with a baby that wasn’t even his.

“Miss L/n?” Madame Pomfrey spoke as she headed over to the bed you were sat on, “I have your results here. Congratulations, you’re pregnant!”


“This is the worst possible thing that could have happened to me, Remus. How could this have happened? Why? I just… Oh Merlin, I’m going to lose James!” You paced back and forth in front of the werewolf, chewing your lip frantically.

“You’re not going to lose James, don’t talk like that. If anything, it’ll bring you closer,” Remus said, reaching out to stop you from pacing, and pulling you beside him on the couch. “I don’t know how to tell him,” you admitted quietly, looking down at your lap.

Remus grabbed your hand with his, and squeezed it reassuringly, “Take your time with it, make sure you rehearse what you’re going to say, and remember that no matter how he responds, I’m still going to be Uncle Moony.”

You grinned at the tall boy, bringing him into a hug, “What would I do without you?”


“James? Can I talk to you?” You asked the brunette as you entered the common room. James looked up at you and grinned, “Yeah sure babe, what about?”

You gestured for him to follow you, and headed up to your dorm room. The room was thankfully empty when you got upstairs, and you closed the door behind you both.

“Are you okay? You seem out of it,” James noted as he sat down on Lily’s bed - something you noticed bitterly.

“Yeah I… I mean… I have something to tell you, but before I say anything, I want you to know that I’m scared and I don’t know what I’m doing, but I’m just hoping really that you can help, but you don’t have to, it’s your decision and-”

“Y/n, babe, it’s okay, just tell me what you need to say, I’m getting worried about you here,” James said as he leant over to hold your shaking hands. You took a deep breath and forced yourself not to blush at his hands holding your own.

You nodded and looked away from his eyes, your gaze resting on his hand enveloping your own.

I’m pregnant.”

James blinked, pulling his hands away and shaking his head ever-so-slightly.

“James?” You whispered as the boy turned to the door, “James!” He opened the door and slammed it behind him. Your lip trembled as a tear dropped down your cheek,

Please don’t leave me.


The following month had been hell for you. Not only did you have to put up with changing mood swings and morning sickness, but you hadn’t spoken to James since you told him about the baby. Not for lack of trying on your part, however James seemed pretty adamant that he was going to cut you - his best friend apart from Sirius - out of his life completely.

It hurt at first, but with every passing day, the pain faded just a little, especially with Remus’ never-ending help.

You thanked Merlin that he was around, because you doubted you’d be able to get through this by yourself, and you were so grateful that the robes you wore for school were large enough to cover the small baby bump you were sporting, as you didn’t think you could bare the judging looks or questions.

With one hand absent-mindedly holding your stomach, you walked down one of the corridors, heading towards to library to meet Remus. Hearing a very familiar laugh drift towards you, you felt your heart beat faster and, as soon as you saw the brunette heading your way, you hid behind a large pillar, not wanting to face him and Lily together.

The couple walked past you, oblivious to your shaking figure as you felt your heart ache just looking at them holding hands. You didn’t know when they got together officially, but it must have been recently.

You watched them until they disappeared out of your view, leaving you alone with your envy for the redhead, and how she managed to capture the heart of the boy you loved.


You were around 4 months pregnant when you could finally see a real baby bump, as opposed to the slight roundness of the previous weeks. There was something oddly calming about seeing your stomach growing, ready to hold the baby you were certain to love with all your heart.

The zip to your jacket was strained a little as you pulled it over yourself more, before leaving the dorm room to join Remus downstairs.

“Are you ready to go?” The werewolf asked as he held out his arm for you to hold onto. You nodded, “Yes I am. Thank you for taking me Moony. I know you chose me over the boys today.” “It’s my pleasure. You’re in need of some company today, and I’m more than willing to provide it. Besides, you’ve not been out in months now, and visiting Hogsmeade will do you some good.”

The sun was out, beaming down across the small town of Hogsmeade, which would have made the day warm if not for the cold breeze that swept across every so often.

“Where do you want to go first?” You asked Remus. “Well I’d quite like a look in Tomes and Scrolls, and Scrivenshaft’s. Apart from that, I don’t mind wherever you want to go,” Remus replied, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked alongside you. “Oh I love Tomes and Scrolls! Let’s head there first!” You said excitedly with a grin.

You arrived at the bookshop and opened the door, hearing the little chimes of the bell as you stepped inside. Immediately, you found yourself engrossed in looking around at the books, a soft smile gracing your features.

Outside, Remus paused on his way following you, hearing his nickname being yelled. He turned around, his eyes focusing on the messy haired lad that just caught up with himself. “Hey Moony, why didn’t you join us today? Thought we were all going together,” James said as he pulled a hand through his hair.

“I um… I told Padfoot to tell you I’m actually here with someone else,” Remus said, his voice wavering slightly. “Really? Like a date? Go Moony! So, who is she?”

“Remus! Remus I found this amazing-” You trailed off as both the boys’ heads turned to look at you when you opened the door to grab the werewolf’s attention.

“Y/n,” James breathed out, his eyes widening slightly at seeing you so close after so long. You cleared your throat and stepped towards Remus. James eyes wandered down your form, his eyes fixating on your baby bump.

“Is-Is that-?” He couldn’t bring himself to finish the question, so you rolled your eyes and finished for him, “My baby, yes.”

For some reason, James felt his heart ache when he heard you refer to the baby as yours and not his as well. He pulled a hand through his hair again, this time due to nerves, “Boy or girl?”

“I don’t know yet. And it’s none of your business anyway. Just leave us alone - you’ve already made it pretty clear that you don’t want us,” you said as you began to turn to head back into the shop.

“Y/n wait!” You paused, your hand lingering on the door handle as you slowly decided to turn back around.

James looks at you desperately, trying to think of something - anything - to say to you. “I want to help you.”

You glanced at Remus, who was looking anywhere but at the two of you. You shrugged, “I’m not sure what you want me to say to that Potter.”

James winced. You never referred to him by his last name unless you were really really mad at him. He sighed, “How about “I’d love you to help out”?“

You looked at the boy with fake confusion. “Why would I lie?” You asked, before turning around and heading back into the shop.


You didn’t hear from James for a few days, which bothered you greatly. You’d hoped that since he told you he wanted to help out, he’d be around you more, at least trying. But sadly, he had done nothing.

The next thing you heard about the boy was that he and Lily broke up; the news travelled through the school quick, and reached you within the hour it happened.

Though you felt guilty for the redhead, you couldn’t help the hope that surged through you. Maybe James was serious about wanting to help. Maybe, just maybe he wanted to mend your friendship.


The same afternoon, James headed down the stairs from his dorm to the common room. He was alone with his thoughts, trying to distinguish between those of Lily and those of you. He reached the bottom of the staircase and stepped into the common room, finding you and Remus together - again.

He knew his friend was just helping you out, but he couldn’t help but be mad that it was Remus helping you, and not him.

“Want a drink?” Remus asked as he stood up from the couch, “It will have to be decaf though, if you want tea or coffee because you can’t drink caffeine, it’s bad for the baby.” You smiled at him, “I’ll just take a water, thank you.”

James waited until Remus left the room before stepping out of the shadows. “Can someone please let him know that the baby isn’t his?” James said as he entered the room, his annoyance at the fact you spent more time with Remus than with him evident in his voice.

“Maybe not by blood, but Remus has been around more than anyone,” you replied, grabbing a book from the table and lifting up your feet onto the couch beside you.

“The baby is mine, Y/n, and I want to be apart of his or her life,” James admitted, coming to a stop in front of you. You didn’t even look up from your book as you replied, “Maybe you should have thought about that before you walked out on us, okay? You can’t just pick and choose when you want to step up and be a dad! It’s not fair to me, and it’s certainly not fair to my baby.”

Our baby.”

Everything James felt towards you finally fell into place as he began to speak again, “Our. We’re meant to be together Y/n. I know you know that too. Yeah, I’ve made mistakes, horrible ones, when it comes to you. And I’m sorry, I really am. But now I’m trying, I’m here, and all I want to do is let you know that I’m ready. I want to be a dad, and I want to be with you. Please.”


This is just a quick little three part fic I made off of an idea I had a while back. I’ve pre-written this so just sit back and enjoy the ride. Dad!Tony and a a little fluffy/angsty Bucky relationship. Hope you enjoy!

‘The Price of Lies’ (Part 1)

“Mail’s here,” Tony announced to the room. Some team members had their own places to live – like Clint and Steve – but others like Natasha Romanoff needed places to lie low with enough security protocols to keep them safe. Bruce had also taken up residence, and even Thor had a guest room that he utilised when he was visiting. Little did they know that there would soon be another guest joining them…

“Banner, let’s go. Naptime’s over, you’ve got mail,” Tony called out, throwing an envelope at his friend’s head, which was just visible from over the back of the sofa he was sleeping on.
“Anything for me?” Romanoff asked, handing Tony a bottle of water before opening one for herself. Her sports gear and the towel around her neck indicated that she’d just finished her morning exercises. One of three that she undertook throughout the day. The woman was a machine.
“Nothing that stands out,” Tony hummed, flitting through the pile of papers. “I think you can afford to read whatever’s here after you’ve showered.”

She pouted and hit him with her shoulder as she passed him and left the room. Eventually, all correspondence had been doled out – including those addressed to Tony. He tossed his only letter onto the mounting pile of unread official-looking things. The question then became: could he be bothered to read any of them today? He did not like official looking letters, hence the pile.

Bruce grunted, cleared his throat, and scratched the back of his neck as he sat up. He’d been undertaking some side-projects recently, developing cheaper medicine for developing countries. No doubt his mail would only be results from some of the trials.
“What’ve you got?” Bruce asked with a stretch. Tony shrugged.
“Couldn’t say. Too many to count.”
“Most people tend to open their mail to find out who it’s from, Tony,” Bruce smirked as he kicked his legs over the edge of the seat and sat properly. “Why don’t you start with something near the bottom? From further ago.”

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Another Carter (3/?)

Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you  ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?

Avengers x Reader (so far)

Warnings: Swearing , fluff

 { I swear the next chapters will be more interesting , you just gotta deal with the slow build ;)}

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                                                     Chapter Three

After telling everyone about project EAGLE & your decision to lay low until needed , everyone was silent .

well, until Steve decides to break it p>

“ You’re telling me , they recreated the serum and we are just finding out about it ?!” He says angrily .

  “ only one person knew of the contents of it , and she held on to that until death , Captain.” You say, trying to keep you tone calm . The entire time you were speaking Steve had a sour look to his face , which you didn’t expect at all. Your grandma spoke so highly of him all your life , being met with his bitch face was a let down .

“ if you were so close with her , how come you weren’t at the funeral?” Steve asks harshly . Bucky smacks the back of his head as Tony steps into the conversation ,

“watch it Ste-”

“ I was there , I was suppose to give the eulogy but when I couldn’t keep my crying under control my cousin Sharon stepped in for me. You know her quite well , don’t you Steve ? Actually I was wondering , do you ever call grandmothers name when your in the middle of fuck-”

Originally posted by 23onetreehill12

  “Y/n that’s enough!” Clint says, wrapping an arm around your waist to prevent you from going at Steve .

  When you heard of Steve and Sharon’s relationship it creeped the hell out of you . He was very public about his love for your grandma , and then jumped for the next carter he saw? Weird .

Tony loses his shit laughing, along with Bucky .

“ she’s definitely related to Peg. She’s not taking your shit Pal .” Bucky Barnes is absolutely stunning, how Peggy passed him up is a mystery.

Originally posted by lowkibarnes

 He seems so much more how she described Steve to be , Steve really isn’t living up to his legend .

  “ Don’t think I didn’t hear the stories about you Sergeant ” you purr with a wink. Bucky turns a light shade of pink before clearing his throat. Clint can’t contain his laughter, making you follow with your own at the sight of the Winter Soldier profusely blushing .

  “ why would she pick you over Sharon? She’s in this life , you chose to abandon it.” Steve snaps.

 Your face falls at his question ; you’ve wondered the same thing for years .

“ I don’t see how that’s any of your business ,Rogers .” A voice booms from behind you. You whip around with a wide smile at the familiar voice .

Originally posted by cutegroot

“ well hello Nick.” You say as you wrap him in a hug. The avengers all stare wide eyed at the sight ; none of them ever seeing Fury actually hug anyone .

“ I think I have something you might want to see Y/n. Friday play the recording ” A screen appears in the middle of the room, stilled on beautiful, older Peggy Carter. Her hair was a deep chocolate brown, she somehow always seemed to manage to look so young. This must of been filmed soon after the project, God, Shes always been gorgous.. It begins playing, the sound of her voice making tears automatically form.

“ is this thing on ? ” she asks looking at the camera .

You hear a familiar laugh from behind the camera,“ Yes Aunt Peg and it’s called a video camera.”

“ Anthony , I’ll tell you what I told your father ; being a know it all isnt attractive . ” she says sassily . You hear Tony grumbling behind the camera before telling Peggy to begin . You laugh at the banter as tears cascade down your cheeks .

 "Right well, hello Darling. I’m assuming if you’re seeing this that I’m- we’ll that I’m gone . I know I left you with a lot of questions Y/n, so hopefully this helps with that. You were briefed on the serum , besides just a few things; and I’m sorry about that. Well first off, you’ve probably noticed you haven’t aged that much, maybe just an insignificant amount. That my dear , is because of the serum; it somewhat froze you at this spot in time. On the Brightside, you’ll always look in your twenties.You’re quite welcome. But with that being said,  the serum may muck up your life in some ways. There’s no way in telling how the world will react to another enhanced hero, times are different now , people are afraid of what they don’t know. When you’re revealed, don’t let the skepticism of small minded people impact you ; you will do wonderful things, there is no doubt in my mind. " She paused, wiping a stray tear from her eye .

“ Awh Auntie Peg, Y/n will be fine. ” Tony says , he isn’t sincere, you can clearly hear the hint of a smile in his voice.

“ Well I damn well hope Anthony.  You’ve known that girl since birth , If anything happens to her I will haunt your -”

“ Alright alright I get it , you know Ill always watch out for her. Don’t make this all mushy and feely. “ he complains, the camera slightly moves as he speaks. " Come on , I don’t have all -”

Hes cut off when Peggy sends him her signature glare.  You cant help but burst out laughing, Tony and a few others laughing as well .

Originally posted by ltfrankcastle

 She clears her throat and continues,“ You asked before why I chose you , & here’s your answer ; When you were 6, your mother called me from her work, requesting that I pick you up from school immediately . Apparently that morning , you punched a young boy in the face , and quite literally kicked him in the rear for picking on a pair of siblings . The school sent you home when you refused to apologize to the boy , you claimed ’ No one has the right to make someone else feel small. Any one who does can eat my boogers.’ You hear quiet laughter around the room as the tape continues.

” When you were teens, an older girl from school was picking on Sharon and you both did the right thing and walked away instead of starting a fight . Sharon still may believe that was the end of it, that the girl decided to leave her alone . I wonder if you’ll ever tell her the next day when you over heard her picking on another girl you pushed her into an open locker and threatened to shut the door if she didn’t leave sharon & her other victims alone . There was numerous times in your life that you rendered me speechless & proud for the way you stood up for others & what you believed in. You always fight for what’s right, even when the odds may be against you . In a way, I see a lot of Steve Rogers in you . That is why I chose you my dear .Never able to resist a fight . “ She shakes her head as a wide smile graces her lips.“ Your heart, loyalty and courage match his and that is why you were both selected . You weren’t chosen because you were a perfect soldier , but because you were a good person . What this world needs is someone with Hope , that can quiet the fears of others and show them you’re there to protect them . Just as you did for those siblings , and just as you did for Sharon and the others . I will always be proud of you , even when I am gone . I wish you would of been able to meet Steve , the way you two see things is truly - I think you’d care for him as much as I do . Maybe it’s a good idea that you’ll never meet. ” she winks into the camera and begins laughing, you hear young Tony gag from behind the camera . Your grandmothers laugh makes a sob fall from your body, causing Tony to pull you to him .

Originally posted by lovershub

“ You were given this opportunity to make a difference Y/n. I know at times it’ll feel as if the universe is on your shoulders, but I know you can handle it . It’ll take time , and I don’t expect you to just jump into with no fear . But I know eventually the world will see you as I always have; a hero . I love you Darling. ”      You watch the tears fall from her eyes before the screen goes black .

Originally posted by wildarcy

The room was eerily silent , making your sobs echo. You turn to the team , your teary eyes meeting Steves .

Nick clears his throat,“ does that answer your question Captain ? ”

Originally posted by alwaysprotectme

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