i spent couple of days doing it

finally this monster is finished. i spent several days just trying to get the line art finished not because it was hard, but i was just being so painfully sluggish. and it took another couple days and lots of flopping between my old and decrepit version of photoshop, and then sai, to get the lighting tweaks correct.

there’s still some stuff i’m not perfectly satisfied with, but given that i NEVER do environments or mood lighting, i’m happy. so please enjoy this contribution of mine to the ship of our hearts TTwTT9

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Well, just like I promised 100 years ago, here is Yoosung and MC’s honeymoon in the happiest place on earth~!

DISNEYLAND! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°

In which Yoosung spent the whole day letting the whole park know you are his wife~ ♡

Once again based on @zens-ponytail ’s amazing head canons.

Inked

Pairing: TattooArtist!Daveed x Reader

Requested?: Nope. I’m literally just a slut for tattoos and @gratitudejoyandsorrow got this idea in my head, so this imagine was born. 

Prompt: Your first tattoo experience was more pleasant than you thought it would be. 

Words: 2.4k+

A/N: My first Daveed imagine and it is super self-indulgent, who would’ve thought? This is a Tattoo Artist AU (if I didn’t make it clear before) and I’m in love with it. Shout out to @diggs4life , @tempfixeliza , @helplesslylins and @secretschuylersister for being so encouraging and amazing these past couple days. Shout out to Lola for inspiring this! I hope you all enjoy :)

Originally posted by saymaybetothis


You were finally going to do it. After a year of contemplating, you had found the perfect tattoo to go under your collarbone. That was step one, you spent another month looking up all the tattoo parlors in the neighborhood and ultimately choosing one that had good reviews and modest prices. Today was your appointment and as you left your front door and entered the summer heat, you could feel the urge to chicken out clawing at the back of your mind.

No.

This has been put off for far too long. It was now or never. So you took a deep breath and continued the trek to the bus. 20 minutes later you found yourself outside the parlor, 5 minutes earlier than the time you set with the man on the phone. You stared at the door as if it was going to open and pull you in itself but, you had to make the move. With the last burst of confidence you had, you swung open the door and stepped inside. Waiting there to greet you was a man with medium brown hair and dark green eyes, his tank top left little to the imagination as your eyes were instantly pulled to his many tattoos over his arms and shoulders, stopping right at his neck. He glanced up as the doorbell rang, giving you a small smile as you made your way over.

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What is love?

I have spent hours trying to define love. Is it the butterflies you get when you see the person? Is it the contentment you feel by their side? Is it the mutual respect? Compatibility? Companionship? After years of trying to pinpoint a single, perfect definition. I think I have found one. Though perhaps, it isn’t as simple as I once thought. To me…

Love is holding your hand as we walk, even if doing so isn’t exactly practical. 

Love is cuddling up with you to watch a movie after a long day. 

Love is sitting on the floor and having an indoor picnic for dinner. 

Love is going to you when I need help or support. 

Love is going to you as soon as I receive good news. 

Love is long hugs, passionate kisses, and affirmations. 

Love is feeling utterly safe in your arms.

Love is learning to be patient, because sometimes the best things in life require you to wait. 

Love is being proud of one another. 

Love is spending hours on planes, trains, and every other form of public transportation to see one another. 

Love is Skyping for 16 hours straight. 

Love is counting down the days until the next visit. 

Love is singing silly songs and spontaneously dancing. 

Love is supporting one another’s dreams and goals. 

Love is all of this and more. 

Love is you. 

So I just saw this on Facebook, and it made me really want to do something similar.

I haven’t seen my bf in over a year, and the last time we spent V-day together was 2 years ago.

I don’t have much money (he’s more of a homemade gift person anyway) so I want to do this real special something for him to show him how much I love him.

If you could write out the following message (yes, by hand), hold it up in front of either a favourite place of yours from wherever you’re living or just something red/valentine-themed (like this person did), then take a picture…

.. I would be soooo grateful and more than happy to return the favour (message me).

What I want the note to say is:

Tamara’s love for Mike is so big it reached …

(replace the ‘…’ with whatever your location is.)

I would love to get as many of these as I can, from all sorts of places in the world, and make a collage or something of them and send it to him on the 14th. 

Hopefully he likes it.

If you can’t participate in this, if you could at least reblog it for attention that would be fantastic! (Please message me if you have done this, also, because it’ll be faster than going through all the notes (if I get more than 2 that is, lol) looking for your reblog.)

Wrong Bed || Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: I was wondering if you could do a newt/reader where after a hard day of trying to catch the niffler again reader accidentally collapses on newts bed and falls asleep but the newt wakes them up and newt gently wakes her up and she gets all fluster apologising and just just lost of fluff

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You and Newt had spent the entire day chasing the niffler, who seemed to disappear so very quickly that you two could barely keep up. So finally a couple hours after it had gotten dark, you were exhausted. That’s when Newt caught the niffler, hurrying to empty its pouch of the things it stole and take it back into the case. Once that was done, you were happy to go home, tired of how long it took to catch the niffler. Newt led you back to the apartment, telling you that he’d be back in just a bit since he had to check on the other beasts. You nodded your head and waited a bit before walking to what you first thought was your bed. You didn’t seem to notice how it smelled much more like Newt than usual, starting to bury yourself in the blankets before you fell asleep quickly.
Newt climbed out of his case after almost an hour of getting all the things sorted in the case. He noticed it was rather quiet in the house and figured that you had gone to bed. That is until he noticed you underneath his blankets on his bed. He studied you for a moment before carefully walking over, sitting down beside you.
“Y/N.. are you awake?” Newt whispered, tapping your shoulder lightly. You didn’t wake up that easily, only moving towards him slightly since he was putting off more warmth than the blankets.
“Y/N… Y/N..” he continued saying your name, keeping up the light taps and shakes until you began to stir from your slumber.
“Mmmm.. what time is it?” You mumbled out, rubbing at your eyes.
“Well.. it is about 12ish?” Newt answered, smiling slightly at you.
“12? Why.. did you.. wake me up?” You spoke in sections, almost as though you were very close to just falling back to sleep.
“Oh.. the reason for that is because.. you’re kinda.. in my bed..” Newt let out a slightly awkward chuckle while you became more awake in realization.
“I’m so sorry! I thought I was in mine.. no wonder it smelled differently.. I mean a good different..” your face was flushed a bright red as you rambled on a bit.
“Oh no it’s fine Y/N, I just.. didn’t wanna be awkward with me having to go to bed..” Newt’s cheeks colored a soft pink as he said that, however he kept a soft smile upon his face the whole time.
“That makes sense.. I’m still sorry for falling asleep here.. I’ll just go to my own..” you began to try and untangle your body from the many blankets as you said that.
“No no.. um.. you could.. you could stay.. I don’t mind sleeping in the same bed.. I mean if your ok with that..” by now his face matched yours in hue. At the sound of that, you smiled more, leaning forward, as if you were going to kiss him… and then fell asleep against his chest. This made Newt grin, shifting so you both fell asleep comfortable and secure in each other’s arms.

Beauty and the Beast (AU)

Originally posted by gotham

So, as you may know, I was thinking about starting a Beauty and the Beast AU series with Negan. Well, I have decided that I am definitely doing this! I’ve spent the past couple of days thinking about the synopsis for the story and a name for my OFC and I am very happy to announce that I now have all of that sorted (thanks to the help of some wonderful ladies: @theoneandonlysaucymo , @thesisterabigail & @zoesmama2024 . You three are lifesavers). The synopsis, the OFC’s name, and tags are below. Let me know what you think!

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I’m lucky enough that I can count the number of disparaging anons I’ve recieved on one hand, but this actually hurts.

I work on Home every day, as I have done for the last 2 years, and every day I beat myself up a little for being such a slowpoke. Making the art has been therapeutic for me. I’ve always favored movies over books because I believe visuals add something that words can’t capture, so I try my hardest to create the same for my story. W, something like this makes me feel like thousands of hours I’ve spent drawing is worth nothing to your eye; why would you want to bring an author down like that?

Fanfic authors/fanartists do this for free. I will need another couple months to make Home perfect with an abundance of paintings, whether you’re there to read it or not.

And Then He Smiled...

In light of Andrew Lincoln’s little revelation that we would see Rick smile in the midseason premiere, I decided to do a little speculation.


A long day was finally over. 

For Rick, it had begun with a galvanizing reunion at the Hilltop, followed by frustrating calls to arms with reluctant leaders, a dangerous mission down infested roads, and topped off by the appearance of Simon. Negan’s men again took up space in Alexandria, seemingly unenthusiastic about leaving. Instead, Simon spent most of his time swaggering from house to house, collecting knick knacks and leering a couple of women. 

It was an unnecessary show of force that Rick tolerated for now. With Michonne’s words still ringing in his ears, a new zeal to eventually revolt, and his Colt Python safely hidden in their home, it was only a matter of time. 

For now, it would be business as usual.

“Rick, I talked with Tobin about extra guards posted,” Father Gabriel informed him as they trailed behind Michonne towards the Grimes’ residence.

“I think that’s a good idea,” Rick replied quietly, pleased that the clergyman was slowly and surely growing into his own. “I’ll take first shift…” He watched Michonne disappear into their home. “Just give me some time to change and I’ll take the gate.”

Gabriel nodded and offered a comforting smile. “Good… Rick, I’m glad you’ve changed your mind about this. You have always been at your best when you’re fighting for your family…” Rick raised an eyebrow and the man demurred. “I didn’t always recognize that.”

Rick nodded and pat Gabriel on the back. “You’re a good man,” he muttered, stopping on the porch steps. “You’re a good friend.”

He noted the watery eyes and slight twitch in Gabriel’s face at his words, but the man sniffed and looked away quickly. “Thank you,” he mumbled before heading off towards Tobin’s house. 

Rick watched him for a moment and then turned to enter his own home, the exhaustion of the day quickly falling upon his shoulders as he left the cool night air behind. 

Immediately laughter struck his ears and he was drawn to the kitchen. Carl stood at the island, scooping something into four bowls while Michonne relayed to him what she and Rick had accomplished after separating from him at Hilltop. As they conversed, Michonne held an excitable Judith in her arms. bouncing her a little and occasionally stopping to address Judith’s more immediate questions about Shiva. 

It was a beautiful sight that caused his heart to swell.

His children and their mother, enjoying each others’ company, seemingly for the first time since Glenn and Abraham’s deaths. Hopeful for the first time since then…

“Daddy!” Judith managed, waving at him as she continued to cling to Michonne. 

When he came over to give his daughter a peck on the cheek, Michonne snuck in quickly and landed a languid kiss on his lips, winking cheekily at him as she handed Judith to him before turning to help carry a couple of bowls of food to the table. Carl hid a smile and followed after her while Judith just reached up and tugged cheerfully at his beard. 

“Daddy?”

Rick looked down and saw the happiness in her chubby face, and then he smiled, moving to join his family at the table. 

He seems to be doing fine without you, doesn’t he?
Like all those memories, all that time spent together, was nothing.
Do you see him continuing on with life as if nothing had ever happened?
Or even worse, do you already see him flirting with other girls even though it’s only been a couple of days since you guys broke up?
It’s okay, really.

You don’t have to pretend to be fine.
You don’t have to go on dates with boys you couldn’t care less about, and post pics with them on Instagram just to show him that you’re doing fine, too.
You don’t have to look flawless every day with perfect make up and hair, and go to parties and pretend you’re having the time of your life, when all you’d rather be doing is sit at home with a carton of ice cream and watch sad movies.
It’s okay to cry;
it’s okay to miss him, go over pictures of you two.
It’s okay to not delete those messages on your phone, contrast to what all the break up advices say.
A broken heart needs time to heal, after all.

And him?
He will realise his mistake, I assure you baby.
One day it will hit him that no, it’s not her that he’d rather wake up in bed with, but you.
He’s going to realise that it’s not her fake blondes and highlights that he wants, but rather your soft brown hair that always reminded him of chocolates.
Her strong perfume might have enchanted him momentarily, but he’s going to wake up one day and realise it’s the smell of your lavender shampoo he misses the most.

So he’s going to come crawling back to you;
one day you might wake up to a 3AM drunken text message from him; the boy who you cried your heart out for several months ago.
You used to stay up till small hours, hoping against hope that he’d be thinking about you too at this time and send a message.
All those late nights going over cute pictures of you two together, of late night conversations you two had shared.
All those tears shed longing for him.
By the time he reaches out for you again, you would have left all of it behind.

So let yourself cry.
Let yourself mourn and be heartbroken.
Let your heart recover from the last time it was broken.

The Whole Damn Zoo

Originally posted by khiphoponeshots

 Can’t wait to see your reaction  @iamlisteningtotherainsound
Ps: I chose the gif thinking of you XD 

          Lying beside him under the duvet, facing him. I still got my heart going crazy everytime I looked at him, even after months of being together.

           He was fast asleep, his features were now smooth, clear of any wrinkle and frown. The past few weeks he has been working on his new album and just released it yesterday which meant he had to do promotions for a couple of weeks. No matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get him to rest and eat properly. I hated to see him tired and frustrated in the studio. He also developed some unhealthy habits, like he would spend his day and even night in the studio, he ate junk food then spent hours in the gym, he wanted to stay fit and young, as he would say whenever I told him not to spend too much time on the treadmill he jokingly said that he gotta keep up with me since I’m younger than him.

           Even dead exhausted he looked stunning, my breath always hitched a bit looking into his eyes. When I look at him I always see the traits I love most about him, that he’s always there to give me cuddles after a long day at work, he always makes me smile, cheers me up and is just as childish as I am.

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What do you miss X Reader X Daryl Dixon

Not been well so I thought I’d write a little cute something. Sorry if it’s not good my pain killers are super strong and make me quite dizzy.

On a run that day Daryl and Glenn had found a couple of crates or beer. So you all decided that night at the farm you would all have a sit around the fire and have a few, just a to relax and be together for once. You had spent the day just simply cleaning up with Maggie. You tried your hardest to help out when you weren’t out looking for supplies. You looked down to your hand and the ring your mum gave you was missing. It only fit on your wedding ring finger and you could see the sun tan mark that was left.

“Maggie? Have you seen my ring?”

She looked around a little “No I haven’t.. is it in your tent?”

“Yeah. It probably is” You patted your jeans pockets slightly as you walked out side. You walked down the garden, past all the other tents and over to yours and daryls that was a little out the way. He always liked having his own privacy, well with you. You could see him sat out side the tent carving something “Hey you. What you doing?”

You made him jump with your sudden appearance “Damn girl. Bout shit ma sen”

“Sorry babe” You kissed him on the top of his head “Have you seen my ring” You started patting your sleeping bags down and lifting your pillows.

“Ermm nah sorry. It’ll pop up somewhere.” He put his hand on the back of your leg.

“Yeahh I guess so.” You sighed as you sat down next to him.

He put his arm around you and pulled you closer “You alright?”

“You know. That was the only thing I have from my family. I don’t even know if they are alive. I never heard how bad England was.” You curled up closer to him.

He kissed you on the head “We’ll find it. I promise.”

“Fancy a lie down before food? Can’t wait to get a beer down me” You ask

He smiled at you and gave you a kiss “that sounds good to me”

You both climbed in the tent and lay down. You were on your back and he was on his side leaning over you slightly. He moved a piece of your overly long fringe out your face. “I love you y’know. More than anything.”

You smiled at him and stroked his cheek “I love you too. More than anything. You’re like the only family I have now.”

He kissed you with what felt like all the love he had. He then kissed your neck and childishly growled.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You laughed at him.

He kissed down your shirt till he reached your belly. He lifted your shirt and smiled. He kissed it twice till all of a sudden he blew a huge raspberry making you burst out laughing. He kept doing it, you wriggled, laughed and squealed under him. “Daryl! Stop!” you managed between the laughs. You laughed so hard an accidental snort came out your mouth.

He looked up at you and laughed “the fuck was that?” he smiled as he crawled back up to your face.

“Mmhh I love you Mr Dixon” You said as you looked into his gorgeous blue eyes.

He positioned his body behind yours and wrapped his arms around you “I love you too Miss (y/l/n)”

“(y/n)? Daryl?” You could hear Lori approaching your tent “Foods out”

“Okay we’re coming” You called back to her.

Tea went pretty quick. You all sat there scoffing it down like you hadn’t eaten in a week. Rations really took its toll on all of you. You’re pretty sure you ate yours in one. After you had all finished Lori and Carol took the children to bed while you Beth and Maggie cleaned up. As soon as it was all sorted you all sat around the fire together with a beer in hand. Rick with Lori, Glenn with Maggie, Andrea with Shane and the rest just sat making a circle around the fire. Daryl sat down next to you with his feet stretched out so you lay down resting your head on his legs looking up at the stars.

Once everyone was comfy Glenn perked up “You know sometimes I think of all the little things like I miss sitting in front of the telly eating pizza. What do you guys miss?”

The whole group groaned at the word pizza. “I miss wine.” Andrea replied.

“I miss sex” the obvious answer from Shane.

“Chocolate.” Carol said

“What about you babe?” Daryl asked you.

You took another sip of your beer trying not to spill it as you were lying down “I miss cups of tea in the morning, the smell of bacon when I woke up, how freshly cut grass made me sneeze, fighting with my sisters for the TV remote or running to the shower before one of them got there first. My baby sister throwing beans all over me before I went to work… you know the little things.”

No one really said anything “Damn” is all you heard from Daryl. He stroked the top of your arm. You didn’t speak of your family much.

“I don’t miss my wife shouting at me.” Dale laughed. Luckily that put a smile on everyone’s face again.

“Surely you don’t miss the weather (y/n)?” Rick smiled at you.

You smiled that “Oh yeah. The beautiful English weather, honestly I’m surprised I haven’t melted away in this heat yet.” They all laughed and started to talk amongst each other.

You could feel Daryl rummaging around his pocket. “Sit up a second babe” he said to you so you did. You sat next to him and watched him going through his pockets till he closed something in his hand.

“What you got there?” You asked.

“Well ermm.. I’ve been thinking and I wanted to talk to you.” Those words made your heart dropped to your stomach. Everyone went silent from hearing him.

He spoke so everyone heard “(y/n) You make this world of dead seem like there’s hope. Everyday I wake up next to you knowing that you’re all I want and will ever want. You know I’m shit with feelings and I never do it infront of everyone but you speak of how much you miss your family to me and I just thought…” He held out a hand carved ring “Will you let me be your family instead.” The whole group gasped.

A huge smile grew on your face “H… holy shit Daryl. Are… are you asking me to marry you?”

He shrugged a little “I guess I am yeh.”

You squeaked a little “Fuckin hell! Yeah I will!” you squeezed him real tight and kissed him so hard you could’ve drawn blood. Everyone around you cheered.

“Oh and I used this so I got the right size. Hope you don’t mind” he said passing your mum’s ring back to you.

“Not at all baby” You smile and pull him in by his shirt collar for another kiss.

“To (y/n) and Daryl!” Rick said holding up his beer.

Everyone held up theirs too “(y/n) and Daryl!” they all cheered.

Select your gem; Vernon’s Route? [Yes/No]

Genre: Fluff/Romance/Humor 

Word Count: 4644

Characters: Hansol Vernon Chwe/Original Female, various Seventeen members

Summary: Inspired by Mystic Messenger. You find a dating app way better than tinder, and slip face first into the diamond life, specifically with the gem that is Hansol Vernon Chwe. 

It started much like any student would do to pass time in their perpetually mundane lives. Finagle around the internet for a couple hours, and anyone can end up finding some pretty weird stuff. My best friend offhandedly mentioned some phone app a few days ago, saying that it helped her get over her last breakup. I admit that she was slightly crazy as she described the contents of said program, and I accepted her insistence with a grain of salt. I had no idea how an app could correlate to her last relationship, so that’s how I spent my restless Friday night, downloading an app.

Slip into the Diamond Life. Weird. My phone started to glitch uncontrollably, and I felt a strange vibration pattern from its weight, bothering my palm as it shook in my grasp. The screen glowed an eerily pleasant shade of lilac and rose, and I felt a strange sense of foreboding, as if I was getting into something that’d probably consume me in the best possible way. An address book popped on the side screen, and in faded sky script, the notification gestured to a list of users.

Select your gem.

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Chloe Decker in 2x05 Weaponizer

A couple days ago I was in a really bad car accident. And I’ve spent the last few days trying to convince everybody that cares about me that it wasn’t a big deal. The truth is… I’m terrified. I’m scared of how it can all just end with no rhyme or reason. And what I want to do right now is just go home and read a bedtime story to my daughter. But… You know… That’s not up to me, either. We can’t control what happens to us, only how it affects us and the choices we make.

Serendipity: Chapter Seven

Jungkook x Reader (Wolf AU)

Seven: Intruders

Author: Lee

Word Count: 2,171


One / Two / Three / Four / Five / Six / Seven


After a day full of staying at home and doing a bunch of silly things with Jungkook, I finally found it in myself to close my eyes and try to sleep. The day had been great - amazing, even. Jungkook tried to teach me how to dance, helped bake sweets, and even got me to sit down and watch a two hour long movie with him. I usually despised doing two of the three by myself, but with him it was much more fun and enjoyable. We spent the day being two young, stupid adults who still wished to be children.

We didn’t fall asleep in the most comfortable place, but even so I felt more at peace there than in my own bed. With only a thick single comforter, a sheet and a couple of pillows from the couch, Jungkook and I designed our own fort. The white sheet was stretched out above us while different, heavy household items kept it in place.  We laid the comforter down so the floor wouldn’t be as harsh, but it was probably going to make us ache the next day anyway. It was summer, so there was practically no need for a blanket - it would just get kicked off in the middle of the night regardless. I was pressed up against his chest, feeling him move with each inhale and exhale.

He, unlike myself, didn’t have any problems falling asleep. There was nothing in particular that was keeping me awake, either, my mind just refused to rest. I debated on getting up to get a glass of water, knowing that Jungkook wouldn’t stir from his incredibly deep sleep if I did. Though, for a person having trouble sleeping, I didn’t have enough energy to walk a couple rooms over and get a drink. Perhaps that was for the best.

The almost inaudible sound of a door creaking open put me on alert, forcing me to subconsciously grip onto my sleeping boyfriend. If I wasn’t up, the sound would have gone completely unnoticed - it was that quiet. Small, almost silent noises of what sounded like someone walking on the hardwood floor with socks on came next. I knew there was an intruder in the house now, and there was no way they wouldn’t notice the giant, homemade fort in the center of the room.

I tried to shake Jungkook, not daring to say anything to alert them that I was awake. He was still sound asleep, he didn’t even feel my attempts to wake him. I tried pinching him next, thankfully getting a reaction out of him. I did it again and again until he stirred and finally woke up. He almost said something until he sensed what was going on, turning to the spot where I heard the footsteps. Somehow, he knew that someone was in the house and he knew exactly what was going on - I suppose it’s a perk of being a werewolf.

That’s when he turned to me and whispered, “Hide”.

In an instant, the room filled with ear-splitting growls, barking, and thrashing. It was like having pit tickets to Jungkook and Yoongi’s fight, just more terrifying. I listened to Jungkook, darting in the opposite direction, towards the backdoor. There was a walk in pantry a few feet away from the exit, giving me a place to hide that could provide me with an easy escape. Before I even reached the oak door, however, I was surprised to find that there was more than one intruder. To put it in even simpler terms, there was another werewolf in the house, and it was targeting me.

Instinctively, I went for the gun on the wall to try and protect myself since I knew I couldn’t outrun it. Just as I grabbed the barrel of the rifle, I felt a painfully sharp sensation pull my leg away from the wall. The teeth that sunk into my leg were quick to release, eager to relieve me of the only weapon in the house with one swift swipe of its muzzle. I cried out in pain, trying to get as far away from the wolf as I could, dragging myself backwards until my spine hit the back door.

The unknown wolf emitted a deep growl that was so powerful that I could feel it in my chest. The light from the moon outside illuminated the eyes of the canine, revealing the deep orange-colored orbs that were angrily staring back at me. Thrashing and growling still came from the other room, but between the wolf and myself, there was a sick silence that made my heart race. It seemed like hours before it decided to strike again, this time the final blow. I attempted to feel around for anything that I could hit the giant dog with, but there was nothing within reach.

Then I remembered. I was pressed up against the back door.

The steel-colored animal snapped, inching closer with it’s eyes still locked on mine. As fast as I could, I reached up for the handle, using my uninjured leg to force the wolf back by kicking it in the chest. The door, to my terror, was locked. Once I realized there was nothing I could do, hot tears built up in the corners of my eyes and the panic that I was going to die set in.

In the matter of seconds, just as the wolf lunged at me, a black blur slammed into the wolf and provided me with time to escape. Jungkook. He turned back to me before I even got a chance to move, however, revealing that the animal that was trying to kill me was now either dead or unconscious. I didn’t know which one I preferred more.

Jungkook used his large head to try and help me up, urging me to move quicker. I hurried up, feeling the pain of my newly inflicted wound once I put weight on the leg. Jungkook noticed, but refused to shift back into a human and instead pushed me towards the door with his snout. I understood, quickly unlocking the door.

Once we were outside he made sure that there was no one else around before raising his head towards the sky, letting out an impressive howl that made all of the hair on my body stand up. I came to the conclusion that he was contacting his brothers - maybe calling for help or telling them what happened, or both. I took the time to catch my breath and try and look down to my wound. It was too dark to tell how bad the damage was, so I decided to move towards the front of the house where my motion sensor porch light was.

“Hey, hey,” Jungkook, obviously shifted back, rushed over. “Careful, okay? Let me help you.”

He put my arm over his shoulder while wrapping his arm around my waist, helping me walk towards the front yard. I could feel that he was bloody too, my arm running along various cuts around his neck and arm.

“Is that your only wound?” He wondered.

I couldn’t manage to make out a clear ‘yes’ and instead made some sound of agreement. Jungkook understood, taking me to my truck where he put down the tailgate and helped me up onto it. The sensor light came on, revealing just how bad Jungkook’s wounds were. I gave a small gasp, my eyes threatening to release the tears I had fought before.

“This is nothing,” Jungkook tried to brush off. “Remember that I can heal really quick? I’m not going to feel any of this tomorrow.” He tried to calm me, making his voice softer.

He looked even worse than when he and Yoongi fought, instead of bearing cuts all over his body, he was covered in nasty, painful looking gashes. He suddenly looked down to my leg, a look of shock blanketed his face. I suddenly felt very nervous - surely the wound couldn’t be so bad that Jungkook, who is covered in injuries, was surprised by the discovery?

“They better hurry up,” He growled, pulling his shirt off over his head before tying it tightly to my leg. “You’re losing too much blood.”

“Are they going to take me to a hospital?” I groaned. “That’s hours away!”

“I know.” Jungkook replied, suddenly pulling my face into his shoulder as he rubbed circles on my back, kissing the top of my head every once in awhile.


Not even ten minutes later, a number of wolves are darting over from the woods behind my house. I instantly froze up, grabbing onto Jungkook’s bare arms.

“You’re fine, everything’s fine now. They’re my brothers, they’re not going to hurt you.” He reassured, watching the others approach.

“Where’s Yoongi?” Jungkook asked before anyone had shifted.

“At home, probably pissed off at you.” An unfamiliar man answered after he shifted in the blink of an eye - just like the rest of them.

“She needs a doctor, one of them got her leg pretty bad.” Jungkook explained, earning a chuckle from Taehyung.

“Yoongi’s a doctor now? Could I be a model?” He sarcastically added, earning a disapproving look from Seokjin.

 “Taehyung, take this seriously. Go see if you can identify the attackers.” Jin ordered, forcing Taehyung to go do as he was told. “I’m not sure Yoongi would be able to stitch her wound properly, she really needs to see a doctor.”

“If she keeps bleeding, she won’t make it to a doctor. He should at least be able to slow down the blood.” Jungkook retorted, earning a nod from Jin.

“Jimin, take her truck and drive her to the house. Namjoon, go with them.” Seokjin snapped. “Jungkook, I want you to stay here with Taehyung and I and we’ll decide what to do next.”

Jungkook was hesitant to agree at first, but finally gave in. He picked me up in a bridal-style fashion and helped me into the backseat of the truck, laying me down.

“I’m going to be joining you real soon, alright? Jimin is going to be with you, so don’t worry.” He stole a kiss. “You’re going to be fine.”


The sounds of faint beeping brought me back to consciousness, easing me out of sleep. I could instantly tell by the smell that I wasn’t home, but I needed to open my eyes to realize that I was in a hospital bed. My leg has been wrapped, but I wasn’t sure if I had undergone surgery or not - I couldn’t really remember.

I noticed the figure on the other side of the room, fast asleep in one of the visitor chairs. It was Jimin, and although I was happy to see him, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed that Jungkook wasn’t sitting right next to him.

“Jimin,” I called out, my voice weaker than I thought. “Jimin, wake up.”

Fortunately, Jimin wasn’t an extremely deep sleeper like Jungkook. He woke up a little startled, but eventually found out that I was awake and rushed over.

“Y/n, you’re awake! How are you feeling?” He asked, gifting me with one of his kind smiles.

“Could be better,” I admitted. “Where is everyone else?”

“Home, most likely anticipating another attack.”  He paused. “Jungkook is in town but he’s not going to enter the hospital - they’d try and take him in as a patient with all of his wounds.”

“Do you know when I’ll be getting out of here?” I chanced, meeting his soft eyes.

“The doctor said you lost a lot of blood, Y/n. She doesn’t think you’ll be able to leave for another couple of days.” He answered honestly. “She’s also having trouble believing that this was a dog bite.”

“Is it that bad?”

“The jaw, she said, seems a little too wide to be a dog’s. I tried to tell her it was just a really big dog - I’m not sure if she believed me though.” He chuckled, and I did too.

Eventually I sat up, with the help of Jimin, and downed a glass of water. It felt like the first thing I had to drink in days, which is only half true. Jimin had said that it was the night after the attack.

“Hey, Y/n?” He caught my attention.

“Yes?”

“Are you… mad at Jungkook for this?” He questioned out of the blue.

“I wish things didn’t come to this,” I admitted. “And I wish I knew what I was getting into before, but no. I’m not mad at Jungkook. In fact, I’m really worried about him - how is he doing?”

Jimin seemed pleased with my answer, visibly relaxing once I answered.

“He still doesn’t look too good, but that doesn’t compare to how much he’s worried about you.” Jimin declared.

“Do me a favor, in that case?” I requested.

“Sure,” Jimin retorted. “Anything.”

“Let Jungkook know that I’m up and getting better? I really don’t want him to worry,” I sighed. “He has enough on his plate - you all do.”

10

ATONEMENT
(n.): reparation for a wrong or injury; amends.
yoongi x reader
genre: angst

prologue | part 0.5 | part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9 | part 10 (FINAL)

  • part 10: “Yoongi made me promise that i’d spend the rest our lives making it up to him. It’s funny how the world works itself out. I had spent so long trying to find happiness. Turns out he was it, all along. He was happiness.” day one/forever.

A/N: omfg wow its over what a journey wow hello goodbye wah. I know a bunch of you were rootin for a happy ending and i didnt really have it in me to break all your hearts (my bestfriends’ heart too) so i obliged. thank you so much for all your love and feels and theories throughout this journey. I’ll be doing some random one shots and scenarios the next couple weeks before releasing my next project [i’ll reveal which member focus it is next week]. I may or may not open my requests too temporarily- for some inspiration and change of scene, so keep your eyes peeled for that as well :) 

i love you guys. as always, thank you for everything you are all such a blessing. xo

anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just wanted to say that I spent like 4 hours reading your entire Greene Legacy from gen 1 to your last post a couple days ago, and it's so good!! I literally do not regret it at all, like Salem and Augustus are goals! Keep up the good posts!!! xx

oh jeez, I’m so flattered you liked it enough to read the whole thing!!!!! you are sweet, thank you!!!! ❤️