i thought you had left forever

I miss how I felt when we were together I miss believing and falling in love because it was magical. I fell in love with the fact that it was something even the universe couldn’t explain. I felt out of this world. I wish we had our forever, I wish we had more time. If I had one day left of my life I’d spend it with you because your the only one who could ever make me feel magical again.
—  ali-xox

blue night radio ♡ 170310
translation: thatcoolcatmeow

jonghyun: nine-ssi, how was today’s radio?
nine: i had many thoughts while coming here today. many people around me ask: “do you still do blue night?” each time i would come here thinking: i want to do this really, really for a long time, for a long time, forever, forever. thinking that the countdown begins now …, it feels weird.
jonghyun: it’s sad, right?
nine: i don’t know. i can’t really put my feelings into words just yet but blue night was really dear to me as well. there are only a few weeks left now and i wanted to tell you that i still have a lot of things to talk about with jjongd.
jonghyun: i was thinking about that … about saying goodbye. i had two ideas: one was to put off as long as i can and tell you the news at the very end because it would be too shocking, or to tell you early so the stories you might end up leaving at your heart would be less but i decided that tell you earlier was better.

Solace (Part 3)

❄  Series: Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

❄  Pairing: Baekhyun x You 

❄ Genre: Fluff/Angst

❄ Word Count: 4.3k

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A/n: SORRY GUYS FOR TAKING FOREVER. I needed to find inspiration and I was struggling on how to move this story forward. Yeet, hope everyone is satisfied (you will never be satisfied) @Hamilton


The sun sank lower in the sky, the light of day draining away, giving way to the velvety dark of night. The shadows were now twice as long as themselves, the air was damp and cool smelling faintly of a car’s exhaust fumes, the sun dipped lower in the sky until the trees that lined the lane which stood as black statues silhouetted against the darkening sky, slowly their shadows melted away into the blackness of night.

You admired the view as you chose to go out for a jog during the evening. You felt a sense of relaxation, as ironic as it was, when you ran, specifically running during the night. You suspected you preffered the night to run was because you could avoid being exposed to the rest of the world around you. In simple terms, you hated being watched when you exercised. 

Before you started to run, you went over your mental checklist:

Reflective clothing? Check

ID Tag? Check

Lights? Check

Reflective accessories? Check

Fitness armband? Shit, I knew I was forgetting something.

 ***

You felt as if your throat was on fire. Your chest heaved up and down as your lungs screamed to for you to stop running as they desperately tried to capture a sufficient amount of air. The cold winter air whipped past you, bringing tears to your eyes. You were used to the sensation of the pain rooting within the pads of your feet as they repeatedly hit the pavement. You were sure you were going to find blisters tomorrow, once again. You could feel your heart pounding through your ribcage as you heard each individual beat resonate through your ears. It was moments like these that made you feel alive. 

Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth, you chanted in your mind as you continued to push yourself and make it to the stop sign around 10 metres in front of you.

Stopping to take a break, you leaned against the brick wall and immediately attempted to regulate your breathing by leaning your hands on your knees.

15:02:07 you read on your stopwatch, hanging from your neck.

As you were getting ready to start running again, you froze when you heard the screech of tires and whistles come from behind you.

You turned back and saw three heads sticking out from the car windows, all belonging to greasy middle-aged men taking swings from the same bottle of alcohol.

Great, not only are there three of them, they’re also drunk. Fuck! You mentally scolded yourself for not thinking this through. Suddenly, you forgot about taking a rest when you began to fast-walk away from the car, hoping that they didn’t see you.

Dammmmn. I mean dammmmnn,” you heard one of the men slur from behind you.

You know, I really feel compassion towards people with Tourette’s Syndrome, but the way you waited to swear until the moment I walked by just makes me want to punch you, you mentally clap backed.

“What’s your hurry, babe?” another hoarse voice yell from behind you.

“You. You’re the reason I’m hurrying. You and your drunk-ass buddies have been whistling and attempting to flirt for the past five minutes, so I thought I’d speed up and you might get the hint I didn’t want to talk. But I guess that didn’t work, did it?” you angrily mumbled to yourself, slowly losing the patience from telling them off right there and them.

“Screw the gym, baby, I’ll give you a workout.”

“Hey little mama, take a ride on THIS!”

“NICE ASS!”

Turning around, you saw the car being further away from you than it was a couple of minutes ago. You quickly looked around to see where was the closest store to wait in until you called someone to pick you up. You saw the familiar flashing lights of the café you wandered into two weeks ago. You mentally prepared yourself before you gave them a piece of your mind.

“I already assumed you were looking at my ass from like half a block back through your broke-ass car, but at risk of being overly egocentric, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, hoping maybe you were just deep in thought, staring off into the distance when my ass entering the frame. But then you opened your mouth. I wanted to think maybe you weren’t “that guy.” But congratulations. You are now officially “that guy,” and you’re the worst. Go fuck yourselves!” you screamed before you ran away in a mad dash to escape them.

Your heart beaded faster and the adrenaline demanded you run as fast as you could. There was no time to think.

Run, you kept chanting in your mind.

The cold, wet near-winter mud dirtied your shoes as you pushed yourself through the darkness, aiming for the yellow light of the street ahead. Your feet slipped and you almost tumbled over. You felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes when the reality of the situation had hit you.

You heard the voices of the men who were following you. They didn’t sound happy. You turned around and saw them out of their car now and running down this narrow path. You prayed to make it to the café in time, you really didn’t want to think about what they would do to you if they got you.

You saw the three men, realising how wrong you were to assume that you could outrun them. They were huge, fast, hyped up, likely on drugs. Before you know it, tears were streaming down your face as your vision got blurry.  

You kept facing the light, every step was vital. Suddenly, you felt a hand brush against your jacket collar. Without thinking about it, you let out a blood-curling scream, piercing the air around you.

“Where you going, bitch? Let me show you what happens to bad girls like you,” his hot breath fanned the back of your breath, stinking of liquor.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” you cried out as loud as you could. You lifted your leg and kicked him straight between his legs. You immediately dashed in the direction of the café, it being only a couple of meters from you.

“AH – FUCK!” he howled in pain as he fell towards the ground. You saw the second one behind him and slip on a patch of black ice. You didn’t know where the third man was and you didn’t stick around to find out.

Your feet slipped on the pile of slush as you rounded the corner, the cold night air shocking your throat and lungs as you inhaled deeper, faster.

So close, just keep running, you thought to yourself. The yellow light becoming brighter and brighter as you neared the café. You couldn’t hear the sounds of the men from behind you, so you took that as a good sign and slowed down.

Making a mental prayer, you reached to grip the door handle to the café when you were gripped from behind and thrown to the ground.

The knife met flesh, soft and pudgy, and made a sickening squish as the tip of the blade ran across your skin, deep enough to make you scream. The knife sank deeper, causing the sound of your muscles and nerves being gouged grow louder. Then, without warning, he jerked it out from your back and pushed it against the exposed skin from just above your hip. Your cry was loud enough to evoke the attention from the people inside. Guttural chokes mixed with an agonized roar escaped your mouth. The blade was suddenly pulled out from you and you sank to your knees, frantically crawling away from your attacker. 

Your attacker was tackled to the ground by a group of people and from the corners of your eyes, you saw a familiar mob of honey brown hair at your side. Soon, a mob of people was at your side.

“Is she okay?”

“Fuck! Did Suho, did you call the ambulance yet?”

“I called the police, shit do you think she needs an ambulance? I don’t see any blood. Is she bleeding? The customers only told me that the man was following her from down the street.”

You found a pair of distressed, chocolate brown eyes looking into your own. His lips were moving but you couldn’t comprehend anything he was saying. In that moment, all you could focus on was the excruciating pain from all over your body.

“I’m going to turn you around, okay Y/N?” he looked away from you as he spoke to someone else. “I’m sure she’s hurt or else she wouldn’t be screaming bloody murder.”

You felt another crash of pain wash over your body, especially in the midriff as Baekhyun shifted your position.

“Shit! That jackass stabbed her, look she’s bleeding from the lower back and from above her left hip bone. I have to stop the bleeding.” he said. He took a pile of fresh snow from the area beside him and pressed it against the wound.

“Okay y/n, I’m just going to try and clean as much of the wounds I can before we patch it up. This will hurt a bit, but you have to stay strong, okay? You are going to be fine, you’re in good hands,” Baekhyun tried to reassure you as he gripped both of your hands.

As if sensing your hesitance at letting him treat you, he opened his mouth to say something when another person interrupted him. You felt a soft hand on your shoulder as if it were trying to comfort you.

“Y/N, don’t worry. Baekhyunnie here is in his second year of medical school. He knows his way around treating wounds. He’s a natural when it comes to brewing coffee and maneuvering through a first aid kit,” a familiar gentle voice attempted to console you.

“o-okay,” you managed to struggle out through clenched teeth. You just wanted this pain to subside and get back home. Hyojin must have realised you weren’t back yet.

“Thank you y/n,” he said in a soothing voice. “Y/n, I’m going to need you to follow my instructions. Can you do that for me?”

You managed to give him a curt nod before pressing the side of your face in the pile of snow beneath you.Baekhyun quickly took out a pack of medical cloth and pressed it against your wounds stop the bleeding, for now. 

“Okay, let’s get you up,” he said as he and a few others helped to lift you up. The pain in your side had dulled down, but as you were lifted up a sharp pain ran through your side.

“The pavement isn’t exactly where you would want your face to be pressed up against at the moment. I’m just going to continue to clean the wound with the rubbing alcohol. Then I’ll take the gauze and try to stop the bleeding, maybe you’ll need stitches, I’m going to have to see. Sounds good?” Baekhyun asked you. You noticed how assertive he got all of a sudden, and honestly, it had you see Baekhyun in a completely different light.

“Aah!” you yelped when Baekhyun quickly pressed you into his side. The pressure on the wound helped to dull the pain even more as the group of people brought you inside and back into the break room. There, you saw someone place a tablecloth before you were placed upon it on your back.

“Trust me, you’ll be feeling fine in no time,” Baekhyun said as he pressed a small amount of rubbing alcohol pads around your wound.

“A-AH! Baekhyun! Fuck, Baekhyun! Stop, it burns,” you pleaded, trying to wiggle out of his grip.

“Y/N, please, I know it stings like a bitch but I have to do it. You don’t want an infection, do you?” he rhetorically asked you. Although you couldn’t see his face, you could practically hear the apprehension in his voice.

When he continued to clean your wound, you pressed your face against his stomach, trying to muffle your screams.

“Ssh, y/n, we’re almost done. I’m finishing your second wound right now. You’re almost done just hold on for 20 more seconds,” he comforted you by using one of his hands to caress the back of your head. You were distracted from the sting of the rubbing alcohol by Baekhyun’s long, slender fingers running up and down your scalp. You dug your face deeper into his abdomen and continued to let out muffled tears.

“Look at how great you’re doing! All I need to do now is patch you up, but I can’t do that if you keep fight me. I’m asking you to not. Can you do that for me?” he asked you once again.

You nodded your head against his stomach, your face still scrunched up in pain.

“You’re so strong, y/n,” he spoke to you while he put the gaze on. “Honestly, I was hoping I’d run into you again, but not like this. You literally ran into me. Gosh y/n how do you get yourself into these situations?” he paused. He finished placing the last piece and rested his hand the side of your waist, his other hand continuing to make small circles through your hair. “Don’t worry y/n, if you ever get hurt then I’ll take care of you.” He whispered.

You sniffed into his shirt, inhaling the scent of freshly brewed coffee.

“Don’t worry, we just cleaned this so it shouldn’t be an issue,” someone told you. You really didn’t want to get infected by something as small as a dirty tablecloth when you just went through an hour of rubbing alcohol.

You felt Baekhyun’s cold fingers softly graze your skin as they started to get a proper view of them now that they were cleaned.

“Oh, these are worse than I thought now that I properly see them,” he told you. His voice dropped an octave as it got deep and strong, contrasting with his typical clear, light, and pleasant voice. This was a completely new side of Baekhyun, and you liked it. A lot.

After examining it further, he said that he would need to stitch it.

“Fuck”, you mumbled out.

His hands came to rest in the crooks of your neck, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “I promise, it’ll just be a small prick and before you know it, you’ll be able to go home,” he offered you a small smile. You could see how it didn’t reach his eyes. How his eyes were frantically searching yours for an answer. You couldn’t even imagine what thoughts would be going through his mind this past while, but he was doing a really good job at not letting it interfere with helping you. You silently thanked him for that.

“Hey, y/n? I’m going to start now, okay? Just prepare yourself. Better yet, just do what you did when I was applying the rubbing alcohol. That seemed to work for the both of us,” he said making you very suspicious as to what he meant by that.

He rolled over to you on a rolling stool, his gloved hands carrying what you thought was a suture kit. Deciding to close your eyes, you leaned your head on your side millimeters away from Baekhyun’s stomach.

“Hmm, it looks like you won’t need too many, the cut isn’t as deep as it could’ve been,” he sounded relieved. “This won’t hurt as much as the rubbing alcohol. I promise,” he guaranteed you.

You trusted Baekhyun.

With a stronger nod, you got yourself ready to let Baekhyun stitch you up. You felt Baekhyun’s hands unzipping your jacket and removing it completely from your body. He then reached for the hem of your shirt and slightly raised it upwards, revealing the area from your hipbone to the middle of your back.

The needle pierced clean through the skin near the edge of the wound which hurt like a bitch, but you just pressed your face into him, bringing an arm around his waist to keep him from moving away. Right afterward, you felt the thread pulling through which only worsened the pain. You felt the skin being tugged pretty hard before the opposite side is stitched.

By the end of the stitching, both of your hands somehow found their way around Baekhyun’s waist, and your face was pressed up flush against him. You felt the taut muscles from underneath his shirt push into your cheek, and his heartbeat going almost just as fast as your own. You inhaled the now faint scent of coffee and the smell of his cologne. It reminded you of a citric scent mixed with a woody fragrance. You heard him remove his gloves and the sound of it hitting the trash. You felt his hands wound through your hair as he leaned his face into your hair. Neither of you spoke to each other, only taking in each other’s presence and comfort.

Finally, you broke the silence. “Thank you, Baekhyun, I really don’t know what I would have done without you,” you said feeling your tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“Y/n, please don’t cry. You’ve already cried so much today,” he paused, rubbing soft circles into your back. “Tell me, how did you manage to get stabbed. And why were you wearing workout clothes? Were you jogging through the streets at night?” he asked you in disbelief.

“…I thought it would be okay. Hyojin likes to run at the night. Well, not the night it’s more like during the evening where there’s still light but I wasn’t back home until 6,” you tried to defend yourself.

“Y/n, do you know how much it scared me to see you getting thrown to the ground? To see someone hurting you?” he pulled you in closer as he said that. “Don’t ever scare me again like that, if you ever feel as if you’re in trouble then call me, call a friend, do something. Don’t try to solve it by yourself,” you whispered to you in desperation.

“Baekhyun, I’m so tired,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Let’s get you home, okay? I’ll take you home,” he offered you a ride.

“No, Baekhyun. You’ve already done so much. I can’t imagine asking you to do another thing for me, I can wal-“

“Y/n! Don’t tell me you can walk back home. You were almost murdered for running in the streets. I can’t imagine what would happen to you if you were to walk,” he said, his voice getting louder.

You looked down and realised that what Baekhyun had said was true.

Baekhyun helped you sit up and handed you your jacket. You were about to get off when Baekhyun stopped you.

“Y/n, umm, don’t leave yet. You look like you might pass out any moment,” he said as concern laced his voice.

What did I do to deserve someone like Baekhyun? You thought to yourself.

“Baek, I-it’s fine, can you just tak-“you lost your balance as you tried to stand up from the table. If it weren’t for Baekhyun’s instinct saving you from falling, you would’ve landed yourself another injury. But that would mean spending more time with Baekhyun, and honestly, you didn’t mind that one bit.  

“Y/n! You need to be more careful, please! Look, you need to stop thinking that whatever I’m doing is out of pure necessity. I’m doing this because I want to. Okay? I want to take care of you,” he ran a hand through his hair he let his hand rest on his forehead before he brought it running down his face before he opened his mouth to say something, but then decided against it and quickly closed it. “Y/n, just, please. Stay here until I come back, okay?” he smiled through his tired eyes. This day has been tough on both of you, that’s for sure.

“Thank you Baekhyun, thank you f-for everything. I-I don’t know how to repay you for all of this,” you trailed off.

“Just promise me you’ll take care of yourself. That’s all I need,” he smiled to you.

“I promise,” you shyly looked away feeling heat crawling up your neck. Why were you blushing?

When he leaves the room, you found yourself lost in thought until Baekhyun was stood directly in front of you. In one hand, he was holding a mug of hot chocolate. In the other hand rested a plate with a Cherry Cheese Danish. You looked up at him and saw an equally flushed Baekhyun sheepishly offering you some food. Quickly taking the mug from him, you took a sip and couldn’t help but let out a moan of pure satisfaction.

“Baek, did you make this?” Baekhyun nodded his head, looking at everything other than you. Taking another sip, you let yourself get lost in the creamy texture. “Mm, this is really good. Can you make my hot chocolates from now on? I’ll pay you.”

Baekhyun laughed at that. His laugh. It was enough to distract you from the dull pain in your back. You got in him, and you didn’t notice he was saying something to you until he was waving a hand in front of you.

“Wow y/n, am I really that handsome? That’s the third time you’ve zoned out while staring at me I must be special, huh?” he teased you with a playful smile adorning his lips.

Lightly shoving him, you downed the rest of the cocoa and split the Danish in half. You offered the other half to Baekhyun, seeing how tirelessly he worked today.

“Baek, take it. You look like you’re going to pass out any moment,” you teased him relaying what he told you earlier on.

“Woooow, is this your way of taking care of me? Through mocking me?” he placed a hand on his heart and faked being hurt. “You know, that really hurts. Right here,” he pointed to his heart.

You laughed at this and you saw a satisfied smile take place on his face. “Ah, that’s much better. Do me favour and never get sad again. I like it best when you laugh.”

When you entered his car, you were swarmed with the mix of pine, citrus ad clean linen. It smelled like Baekhyun.

“So, are you going to tell me where you live? Or am I taking you to my place?” he impishly questioned you.

“I live on campus, the one near the plaza with Domino’s”

“Thank you, Baekhyun. You really didn’t have to do any of this for me,” you whispered.

“Y/n. we’ve been over his,” he rested his hand on your thigh. “I want to,” you continued to look at you with something you couldn’t describe.

“I honestly don’t know what I did to deserve someone like you,” you mused to yourself.

“I think I should be the one saying that,” Baekhyun quietly said.

The two of you transitioned into a comfortable silence as he drove you back to your place. Getting out of the car, Baekhyun walked you to your unit.

“Well, I guess I have to go now…” you trailed off wanting to spend more time with Baekhyun.

“Aw, don’t worry y/n. you can always drop by at the café and I’ll be hanging out with you guys more often. Chanyeol and I hit it off preeettty well if I don’t say so myself.” He boasted, giving you one of his signature smiles.

Lightly pushing his shoulder with yours, you felt his hand grasp yours. “Y/n, is Hyojin home?”

“I think she is. Why?”

“Oh, um I just don’t want you to be alone tonight…” now it was Baekhyun’s turn to be flustered.

“Aw, Baekhunniee,” you cooed pinching his cheeks.

“Yah! Don’t treat me like a little baby. I was the one who took care of you,” he whined.

You giggled, “I’m sorry, Baek, you are most definitely not a baby. You should go home now. We’re both tired,” you leaned forward to give him a hug. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

He pulled away from the hug and leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Goodnight y/n.”

Rain

hello everyone! i’m very grateful for the amazing feedback i got on ‘Oh’ so i’ve decided to write a part two!  I hope you enjoy!


“Oh.”

Seriously? I tell him I love him and he says ‘Oh?’

“That’s all you have to say. Just oh?”

“You just told me you love me what am I supposed to say!”

What did I think he was going to say? That he loves me too? A part of me thought he would, but that’s unrealistic. Why would he love me? 

I stared at him for what felt like forever but was probably 7 seconds. I couldn’y stand there anymore, knowing I made a fool of myself. I walked to the door in despite of Harry’s request to stay, and left. I had no intentions of coming back.

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Part 1:The Promise

Teen Wolf Imagine: #98

PromptAs teenagers a boy and a girl agree to marry if neither have by their 35th birthday. Follow the boy as he attempts to sabotage every relationship the girl has till then.

Word Count: 640

Warnings: None that I can think of?

A/n: So this is part 1! I was going to write it as one long thing but I thought it would be better split up into parts. Le me know what you think!

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Fem!Gray for NYCC, so happy to have run into some great Erza, Natsu and Juvia (Of course I needed a slice of gruvia)

Bystander: Is she supposed to be Gray…?
@sasukekuns in my defense: SHE CAN ONLY TAKE OFF SO MUCH OKAY

✘ Hello everyone! It’s come to the end of 2016 already and I thought it was only right that I finally do my first follow forever! I’ve technically had this account for ages with a muse I set up and almost instantly just left before deciding to come back and make Somi. If you guys remember and were here all the way from when I was Somi then I’m impressed and thank you for sticking with me for so long. 

This account from Somi to Nayoung has been around since June, so about half a year! Despite trolls trying to put me down, I’m glad to be back and thank you to each and every one of you lovely people for being so great and also such great writers. The start of a new year shouldn’t be about cursing how bad the previous one was, because you’ll only set yourself up to be disappointed when the year doesn’t meet your expectations and it becomes a repetitive cycle. Instead, we should be thankful for everyone in our lives like I’m grateful for all you lovely people and also take unfortunate events and loss’ as a learning curve in our lives and to become stronger than we’ve ever been. May your new year be filled with prosperity and love, to you and your lovely muses!

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ok so yall know how archer obstinately refuses to call hakuno by anything other than her title of ‘master’ right. which is obviously bc they can’t make voice clips of him saying her name bc u can change her name but I keep thinking abt it especially in relation to nero and tamamo calling hakuno praetor and goshujin-sama bc while none of them call her by name archer is the only one who keeps using her actual title. and it’s easy to write that off as archer just being an emotionally constipated fuck who can’t give nicknames to save his life and that’s not exactly wrong but I think it’s also a term of affection, in a way, like how praetor and goshujin-sama are but also not entirely the same ofc bc this is mr emotionally constipated fuck we’re talking about.

names are highly valuable to heroic spirits. they’re like, conceptual currency or sth. after death nothing material has any worth, the only things of value are your noble phantasm, the deeds you did, how you are remembered, all the stuff that comes together in the name of the heroic spirit. finding out your opponent’s name is key to survival in extra. knowing a servant’s true name has almost immeasurable value. archer, however, doesn’t have a name. he only has a collection of basically empty titles such as  "archer" and “wrought iron hero” and the only thing close to a real name he has left is meaningless to him as a hero because it refers to a person he no longer is. 

for archer as an existence to which names are so important, knowing hakuno’s true name without being able to offer a name of any worth in return is unfair. i mean obviously he starts out calling her master bc that’s just what a servant calls their master but he’s fine with throwing around the names of other masters and servants. and also, hakuno has no past or reputation to speak of, she has nothing of the things that give a name value to a heroic spirit. she barely has a clear cut identity at the start of the game. all she has to give her name meaning with is the name itself. 

so to avoid using that name and instead use a title gives value to that name in a way. even though the name means nothing, archer still treats it with the value of a name that means everything. as long as hakuno can only call archer “archer” he will call hakuno “master” because if he calls her hakuno it’d mean he considers her name a fair exchange for his name. which would mean declaring her name about as worthless as his. which is like the exact opposite of how he thinks of her so that won’t happen ever. he shows hakuno he cares about her in this ridiculously complicated way instead of just telling her he cares about her because he is an emotionally constipated fuck.

“They can’t do anything to me. I have nothing left.” Ch. 9

A/N: I KNOW I HAVEN’T UPDATED THIS SINCE FOREVER BUT I HAD A SUDDEN INSPIRATION AND URGE TO MAKE THE LAST PART! I am so sorry for the wait, I do hope you like this part! Also, I thought about waiting to post it tomorrow but I’m too excited so I’ll post it now and you will just have to excuse if it’s badly edited. Please note that english is not my first language so there might be grammar mistakes

Pairings: Bucky X Reader

Prompt: Reader was an undercover agent at HYDRA that wanted to save Bucky, however things don’t always go according to the plans. Angst

Warnings: mention of blood and death

Word count: 1289

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8

You were woken up by a soft beeping sound ringing in your ear, your head pounding as you awoke from your slumber. As you raised your hand to pinch your nose, you were met with a breathing mask and you slowly removed it. As you came to your senses, you could feel the light movement of the bench you rested on as the car drove. Your eyes fluttered open and it took you a moment to recover your sight. 

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Submission

This isn’t our fault - it’s yours

Customer - “Is this all the Halloween stuff you have?”

(It’s 10pm on Friday 28th Oct. 28 days after our Halloween stock went on sale.)

Me - “Yeah. Everything we have is out.”

Customer - “So there’s nothing in the back?”

Me - “No, this is all that’s left.”

Customer - “Oh. Right.” *stares pointedly*

Me - “We’ve had Halloween stuff on sale since the start of the month, this is the main Halloween weekend, so, um, yeah…” (internally “…we’ve had massive fucking displays, adverts, I know you’ve been in and looked at it. Don’t blame me for your shitty planning.)

Customer - “Oh, okay. I just thought you’d have more choice.”

Me - “We did.”

Customer - “Oh.”

FUCK OFF FOREVER. SERIOUSLY. IT’S AFTER TEN AT NIGHT ON THE MAIN HALLOWEEN PARTY WEEKEND. ORGANISE YOUR SHIT BETTER AND STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE IT’S MY FAULT YOU’VE FUCKED UP.

I hate those “I promise I won’t leave you” moments. I remember when I promised I wouldn’t leave you. You promised you wouldn’t leave me. But now look at us, we both left each other. We broke our promise, together. I’m not sure what hurts the most. Is it me breaking my promise? Was it you breaking yours? Was it the fact you never stopped me when I left? I just don’t know. I do know that if you were different, then maybe, just maybe we could had been together forever. Not now my love. You pushed me away. So far that I could no longer hold on to you. It hurt to hold on but it also hurt to let go. I really wish I didn’t leave you. Of course I still love you. Actually, I also hate you. I hate how I still fucking love you after all you did to me. I gave you everything. I would have done fucking anything for you. How could you have been so stupid to not realise that? I’m telling you now, you will never, I mean never find anyone who would put up with your shit for as long as I did. I must have been insane. But now look at me. Just look at what you’ve done to me. You have fucking broke me. You’ve fucking hurt me so much. You forced me to leave you. Why did you do that you piece of shit I would have been there for you. Through thick and thin. And now, now I’m drowning in words I’ve never used. I’m swimming through thoughts no one has ever made me feel. Look at me, I can’t even function. Oh god, please just please stop this. I want you out of my head. I love you but I hate you, you fuck.
—  vagueality // the things that keep me awake #1
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“Why do you even care that I faked my own death?!”

This angel. This stupid, dumbass, stubborn, annoying archangel. How could he possibly be this dense? While Gabriel was looking away, having a temper tantrum like a child, you stared at him, eyes hot with an angry fire. “Why would I care that I thought you were gone forever? Hmm, I wonder why…”

“That’s what I’m wondering.” Gabriel replied, still looking away with his arms crossed. “Dumb and Dumber didn’t bat an eye when I came back, but you’re making this into a whole issue.”

Frustrated beyond belief, you stomped your foot and growled deep in your chest. Yes, a childish move, but you had to expel your anger somehow. Because you were starting to feel tears well up in your eyes. “I care because I love you, you selfish dick!” You hissed in return, but once the words left your mouth, you covered it with your hand. But it was too late. Those words were already hanging in the air.

Gabriel finally looked over to you, his eyes hard from your fight, but his features softened considerably. It was your turn to look away, unable to meet the angel’s gaze. “What?” Gabriel asked, his voice lowered and softer than you’ve ever heard it.

Your angry tears, mixed with so many different emotions, began to roll down your face, beyond your control. Crying made you feel weak, and crying in front of the archangel you loved that you were currently fighting with didn’t make it any better. “I’m not repeating it.” You stated stubbornly, your own voice hoarse from yelling and that damned lump in your throat.

Gabriel was quiet for a long time, and it was torture for you. He finally shook his head side to side, looking down at his feet. “Oh, Y/N, I’m sorry…”

You made the idea of forever make sense. The way you spoke, you made me want it. I wanted the clock hands to be paralyzed, there was no need to check the time when I was with you. You were the only thing that I wanted to give my attention to. But then you left, disappeared, made the idea of forever fade into the distance with you and now I'm even more aware of the seconds ticking by than I was before. Now I’m not concerned with eternity, I just want to fast forward to the day when you no longer fill my head and I’m not constantly hoping for your return. How much time do I need to heal these wounds?
—  Maxwell Diawuoh // Request: “she had gone through a lot but when she came across him she thought everything was going to be okay for once, he said he loved her, he told her forever & he was everything to her . but then one day he just disappeared, he left without saying a single word & now 4 months later she’s still madly in love with him and thinks about him constantly.”
She’s the kind of girl that can make you forget what you were saying just by looking at you. She got me higher than any drug ever could, and God, was I addicted. She has a voice that could calm a raging bull, and a smile that could make even the coldest person light up. She’s the one that will have you sorry you ever thought you could be with anyone else. Every time I had the privilege of touching my lips to her, my lungs forgot how to bring in oxygen. She’s the type of girl that only comes around once in a lifetime, and she’ll have you wondering what you did to deserve her. 
But no high can last forever, and when she leaves, you’ll be left in the wreckage, wondering how you’re supposed to live without her.
—  She’s the one

So, I’ve been thinking that, at this rate, I may as well just make a writing blog. Get some sort of constant writing of my own. And I think that this is a good place to start.

This, of course, being fluffy McCree/Agent!Reader/Hanzo feels. Because poly feels are good feels.

@luvleekaotix-imagines, so sorry for taking forever to post this. The blog wasn’t much to set up, not like I put any major thought into theme and all, but I’ve had something of a busy day. Hope you still like this.

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Kiss it better Chapter 3

Chapter 1 Chapter 2


Say something I’m giving up on you…

You had everything you thought you wanted in your old life. A good steady paying job. A comfortable house. And the man you thought you’d love forever. You thought you were happy. You both had a routine every day. Work during the day. Spend time together at night. To you it was never boring. As long as you were together you were happy. To him it was too monotonous. Too predictable. No passion. He left you for another woman. You still took him back reluctantly after he realized what he left behind. How good you were to him. Things were never the same after that. No matter what he did or said. It was all you could think about. Obsess over. You couldn’t forgive or forget. You just tried to continue life as what you perceived as normal. Tensions only started to get worse. Your obsession was making you miserable. He chastised you and ridiculed you and showed you no affection. He said he loved you but they were just words at that point. You felt like they were empty. The verbal abuse just grew and grew mixed in with sweet and loving. It was a mind game you could no longer play. Verbal abuse was still abuse. The scars were just on the inside.

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Dear you,

This is to thank you for the memories, for the time we spent together and for being a part of my life, no matter how brief it may have been. Thank you for helping me grow into the woman I am today for I truly do believe if I had not met you, I would not be the person I am today. You helped me shape my character and for that I am ever thankful.

Thank you for showing me what a real man ought to look like for without your presence I have have settled for someone who never deserved me. I will admit that you left some big shoes to fill but it’s okay. There was never anything mediocre about you. You will forever be a part of my memory and you will forever be dear to my heart.

The one thing that shocks me the most is that you had the audacity to love me when I thought I was unlovable. You had the audacity to live me at a time when I thought nobody would ever love me and when I thought I did not deserve love. It was brief, but that was the first time in my life I felt as if someone loved me and I’m not sure if I’ll ever feel it again so I wanted to thank you for this. You have no idea how much it means to me; someone who always gives love… it changed my life to feel it for once in my life.

The biggest change that came about in my life because of you is my self confidence. I can not find the words to thank you. Before you, I looked in the mirror and saw nothing special. Then you came around and I learnt to see myself through your eyes and quite honestly, I always secretly feared that if we did not last and I lost you… that I would go back to seeing myself the way I did before. But even now that you’re gone.. I still see myself the way you saw me.

For this I will forever be thankful. I see attractive women all the time who are horrible! They have horrible personalities and they treat everyone else as if they are inferior because of the way they look. I am thankful that you ensured I never turned into one of those women. I am thankful that you kept me kind and loving and humble.

Thank you for showing me what it was like to respect someone. You’re probably the only person who knows how hard it is to earn my respect and to keep it even. You are one of the rare few who has both earned my respect and kept it all along. 

I think you taught me how to unselfishly love someone. How to love without expecting anything in return and I think that’s the way I love now. You’ve changed my life in so many ways. You’re the only man I’ve ever liked that my friends liked too and when we broke up they were all so disappointed but I must admit I am thankful that we did.

Honestly, I was settling for you. From the beginning I willed myself into loving you because you needed me and I was settling for you because you needed me. I think you realized that and finally set me free. We’re too different. You taught me what I wanted though and that is someone who I can connect with. Someone similar to me, someone who would rather stay in on a friday night rather than go partying.

Someone who enjoys a calm life.. someone patient.. someone who knows when to let me have my way and when to take control. Someone I can spend my life with.. and that was never you. You are the total opposite of all these things. Even tonight, when we spoke I was reminded of this. We are good as friends, great even and you will always hold a piece of my heart.

I guess this is me.. saying thank you.. thank you for giving me love when I needed it.. for being partially responsible for the woman I am today and for setting me free when I needed it. The world needs more men like you, Mr. You were the one I loved when I needed someone to love and now you’re a friend.. when I need a friend. I do hope and pray that some day you will find your happiness…Thank you for being the man you are. Thank you for teaching me about love and loss and friendship and about life in general. You’re an amazing man and I will forever stand by this statement.

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~Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #208

04/23/2015

1:39 am

anonymous asked:

why do you think most Dragon Ball fans seem to want there to be a stream of never ending stories with the franchise and for it to never really end like EoZ tried to do? I mean I know why I feel fine with the series going on forever with more new stories, but I'm curious for your thoughts on the subject

The reason is a testament to how fantastic Dragon Ball really was.

It left you wanting more.

There’s a difference between WANTING more (Avatar the Last Airbender) and NEEDING more (Teen Titans).

Teen Titans’ ending was a huge cliff hanger that left it unfinished.
Samurai Jack was the same way.

A:TLA had a clear ending. Their main antagonist that was around from the beginning of the story that had all this build up to be the “final boss” so to speak was finally defeated.

Dragon Ball’s ending felt more open and the formula of the series wouldn’t have STOPPED it from continuing (just enter a new bad guy, right?) but the scope had hit a peak that was reaching Gurren Lagan Universe Throwing levels of ridiculous, the plot points would need to start recycling one another and many other reasons point to it ending exactly where it needed to.

Dragon Ball left you wanting more which is what every good story should do but people don’t seem to realize that wanting it is not the same as needing it when it comes to these things. After all, American cartoons will sometimes fall into seasonal rot (Spongebob and Fairly Odd Parents being the extremes) for this reason.

I think that’s the mentality people get when it comes to “why do all the good things get shitty sequels?” It’s cause they never NEEDED sequels. You just wanted to experience the story again.

anonymous asked:

omg its like 2:30 am and i've been working on school stuff for the past forever when I just had this thought that i thought you would like: Hux wears jodhpurs because while he is mostly skinny, his thighs are just too thicc to fit in pants that fit the rest of him

omg as someone who fucking loves thiccc thighs I FUCKING LOVE THIS IDEA

and the insides of hux’s thighs are filled with little purple marks that Kylo’s mouth has left ♡♡♡♡