if i explained anything wrong just let me know!

six-word sentences.
  • frankly speaking, i wanna give up.
  • they love me cause i’m hot.   
  • just try to guess the answer.
  • everyone here knows you don’t care.
  • fine, do things your way.
  • i want to be in love.
  • no, i would rather make money.
  • shut up already, i’m not going.
  • because you said that, fuck you!
  • i hate you more than anything.
  • just sit down? let me explain?
  • can i be a little nasty?
  • there’s nothing wrong with being sexual.
  • i want you to like me.
  • don’t you dare lie to me.
  •  i’m way too scared to fall.
  • terrified of my love for you?
  • we were both afraid, shut up.
  • it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really.
  • life’s too short to care anymore.
  • i dreamt about you last night.
  • really? what did you dream about?
  • i dreamt you chose me instead.
  • how did you become like this?
  • this isn’t any of your business.
  • i’m losing my mind, losing control.
  • you weren’t there! i needed you!
  • please don’t start with me, okay?
  •  why do you always leave me? 
  • this is all we have left.
  • i turned around. you were gone.
  • all i can think about is you.
  • wow, you look like shit today.
  • i called and you didn’t answer.
  • i wanna be a child forever.
  • today, my love is in mourning.  
  • your words felt like sharp knives.
  • “ say something nice or don’t speak. 
Moments. Chapter 2: Together

Idea explained here

You can read all the parts here

Prompt: future fic: how Sana and Yousef really get together… hope you decide to write it!


Chapter 2: Together

-x-

She arrived at 4pm sharp. He was already there, sitting on the same place where they had talked a few weeks ago. As soon as he saw her, he stood up, nervously fidgeting with his shirt. Sana approached him with a serious expression. Yes, she knew now the truth, she knew he liked her –at least that’s what Noora said- she knew why the kissed had happened, she knew that he wasn’t with Noora. But that didn’t erase the fact that she had been suffering almost three weeks about that, it didn’t erase the fact that even though he liked her, he had kissed another girl instead of talking to her. So Sana thought that would allow her to make that boy suffer a little bit while having fun about it.

“Hey, thank you for coming” Yousef said

He looked like he was about to do the most important job interview of his life. Sana almost felt bad for him and she hadn’t even opened her mouth yet.

“Sure”

“Should we sit?” Yousef asked

“Don’t think that’s necessary”

“I have to tell you something important, it might take awhile”

“You really don’t have to tell me anything. I already know” Sana said

You…know? What, what exactly do you know?” he stuttered

“I know about Noora” she said crossing her arms on her chest

Yousef widened his eyes in surprise, he wasn’t expecting that.

“Did she tell you?”

“She didn’t have to. I saw you.”

“What?” Yousef felt his heart pounding on his chest

“I saw you kissing Noora”

“Sana, I can explain”

“You don’t have to explain anything. I saw you kissing Noora and I also know you met her on Sunday, I heard Adam and Mikael talking about it”

“What? No, no, you got it all wrong”

“You think I’m stupid?” Sana asked raising an eyebrow

“Of course not, but you misunderstood it”

“So you do think I’m stupid, great”

“I don’t think you’re stupid Sana. I just need you to let me explain what happened”

“So now you’re saying that I don’t let you talk, wow”

“No, this is all coming out wrong” Yousef said brushing his hair with his fingers, a nervous manner he had.

“I’m telling you, Yousef, you don’t have to explain anything to me”

“I do, I do have to explain it to you. Just give me a chance”

“I already know what I need to know”

“Sana please…”

“Yousef, I know everything and nothing you say is going to change my mind”

“Just hear my version, please, that’s all I’m asking” he said almost begging

Sana looked at him, he really looked like he was suffering. As much as she was enjoying the moment she thought maybe it was time to give him a rest.

“I already know that. I know that you kissed Noora because you thought I didn’t like you. I know you stopped the kiss because you didn’t feel anything about it. I know you met Noora on Sunday so you could tell her that you don’t like her. And I know you told her you like me”

Yousef took a time to process all the information. He stood there, his mouth slightly opened, blinking really fast repeating all the conversation on his head.

“What?” he whispered

Sana’s lip slowly curved into a big smile that ended with her laughing.

Fy faen, Sana!” he said covering his face with his hands making her laugh even harder “I thought you were pissed at me, why would you do that?”

“I just wanted to make you suffer a little bit” she said shrugging

“You’re so mean” he said shaking his head but smiling a lot more relieved.

“Hey, I’ve spent three weeks crying, you’ve only suffered like 5 minutes. I think it’s fair”

Yousef’s face dropped

“You’ve been crying?” he asked “because of me?”

“It wasn’t just because of you, don’t get too cocky” she joked

“Sana, I’m serious”

“So am I, but that doesn’t mean we have to keep a straight face right now. Yes, I’ve been crying but now I’m laughing, isn’t it nice?”

“It is. But I hate myself for making you suffer”

“Hey, like I said, it wasn’t just about you” she said taking a step closer.

“So Noora told you I like you…” Yousef said slightly blushing

“Is it true?” Sana asked hesitantly

“You really need to ask?”

“I don’t want to make assumptions anymore, I want to hear it from you”

“Okay, I, Yousef Acar, declare that I like you, Sana Bakkoush” he said solemnly

Sana shook her head and rolled her eyes

“Wow, I tell you I like you and that’s your answer? Harsh”

“That was my answer at you being such a dork. My answer at you liking me is this: I like you too, Yousef”

“Really?” he said raising an eyebrow

You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?”

He just smiled and shrugged while Sana rolled her eyes again and sighed.

“I, Sana Bakkoush, declare that I like you, Yousef Dork Acar” she said with a smug smile

“Good enough” he said laughing

They both stared at each other while smiling, it was their specialty.

“So…what does this mean?” Sana dared to asked

“What do you want it to mean?”

“Really?” she asked glaring at him

“Okay, I’ll start. I want to be with you Sana, like properly be with you.” He said taking a step closer

“You mean like….”

“I mean like dating”

“Sounds cool” Sana said nodding

“Sounds cool?” he said shaking his head, that girl was going to be the end of him.

“Yeah, I’d like to be with you” Sana said

“You mean like…” he imitated her

“Yes, I mean like dating”

“Sounds cool” he nodded

“Two things though” Sana warned

“Go ahead”

“First, you have to promise that we won’t make assumptions anymore, that we will talk to each other before reacting. If we don’t do that I don’t think this is going to work”

“I promise and I totally agree. What’s the second one?”

“We can’t tell anybody yet. Not until we know for sure that this…us…is going to work. I don’t want to add more pressure than we already have”

“Okay, okay, I get it. We’ll tell them whenever you’re ready”

Sana nodded, there was still one more thing she wanted to tell him, one thing that may scared him away.

“Yousef…there’s one more thing” she said looking at the floor “I’m not…I’m not like other girls…there’s stuff…there are certain things that I don’t…that I won’t do…I mean…”

“Hey, hey, hey. Sana look at me” Yousef said understanding what she was referring to. “Sana please look at me”

She took a deep breath and looked at his eyes feeling her heart beating faster and faster.

“You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m not here because of that stuff. All I want is to be with you, spend time with you, talk to you. You’ll be the one putting the limits and I’ll respect them, I promise, you have nothing to worry about. I would never do anything that could make you uncomfortable”

“And what if…?” she said but didn’t end the sentence. What if he got tired of her?

“It won’t happen. I promise you.” He said slowly while looking at her eyes making sure she’d understand it.

“Okay” she whispered

“Yeah?”

Yes”

-x-

Hope you’ve liked it 

Thanks for reading♥

Bts reaction to them thinking that you cheated but really you were busy with work so they cheat on you

Jin:

He would be shocked and completely be disappointed with himself. How could he think that you were cheating on him? The fact that he cheated himself just made the situation even worse. He knew that there was nothing to do to bring you back. The damage was done. All he could was cry. And that’s exactly what did, he just….cried. 

Originally posted by lavender-kills

Yoongi:

You knew he was the jealous type but you never knew he’d take it that far. You were so pissed that you just wanted your things and get out of that apartement, so that’s what you did. Yoongi tried to stop you, you just kept ignoring him. At one point he was annoying you so much you snapped” YOU FUCKIN CHEATER, DO YOU REALLY THINK I WANNA STAY HERE!? WITH YOU!? AFTER YOU JUST PROVED HOW MUCH YOU LOVE AND TRUST ME!? Just get out of my life Yoongi.” And with that Yoongi let you go, he couldn’t do anything else anymore, he lost you, he lost it all. 

Originally posted by cmimiu

Hoseok:

Hobi tried to explain to you that it was a misunderstanding and that he’s sorry for his actions, but the words “sorry” and “I was wrong” just couldn’t help and save the relationship. “Y/N please, I was wrong, I regret it so bad” “That’s right Hoseok, you were wrong, you were wrong not to trust me, and now you face the consequence” You said heartlessly to hide your pain. Your words just broke him, he didn’t know what to do anymore. 

Originally posted by featureless-spy

Namjoon: 

The guy was speechless, after you yelled out that you were just busy with and had late night shifts, and after he confessing that he cheated on you because he doubted you, just surprised him. He didn’t know what. After you started at him angrily waiting for an answer you stomped away going to get your stuff. When he saw you packing that’s when he started to talk, “ No no no no no, please Y/N don’t go, don’t do this, I-I didn’t know” “Well then you should’ve trusted me Namjoon!! You can’t just go making assumptions that I’m cheating on you and then decide to stick your tongue down someone’s throat!!! You should’ve talked to me, but you blew it, now deal with it”. And you left, leaving Namjoon as angry as ever, but not with you, but with himself. 

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin:

He would break down, he would start crying and pleading you to stay with him, but you were too stubborn, and hurt, and Jimin understood that. He realised that he should’ve trusted you and talked to you, but he blew it, and there’s nothing he could do. “Y/N, please I’m sorry I didn’t know!! Please, forgive me!!” “Goodbye Jimin, next time, know not to jump to conclusions and assume that your girlfriend is cheating on you” and you slammed the door tears streaming down your face.

Originally posted by gzbrin

Taehyung: 

He wouldn’t let you go, he just wouldn’t. He wanted you to stay, but at the same time he knew you couldn’t. He cheated on you, without knowing the truth. And he regrets it so bad. He would try to convince you to stay but, nothing he says or does could change the fact that he cheated. “Y/N PLEASE I’M SORRY, STAY, I LOVE YOU” “ IF YOU LOVED ME, YOU WOULD’VE NEVER CHEATED AND YOU WOULD’VE TRUSTED ME, I can’t stay with someone who can’t trust me. Goodbye Taehyung.” And you left. He kneeled to the floor feeling defeated. 

Originally posted by vminv

Jungkook: 

He was stubborn and he would not let you go either. He would in tears screaming, and arguing, making the problem worse. “OF YOU TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE WORKING THIS LATE MAYBE I NEVER WOULD’VE CHEATED” 

“OH SO YOUR SAYING THIS IS MY FAULT!?? FUCKING BASTARD! I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES THAT I’LL BE BUSY WITH WORK THESE WEEKS AND YOU FUCKIN “FORGET” AND GO AND CHEATED ON ME!?!?! MOTHER FUCKIN BASTARD!!” You were exiting the door when Jungkook grabbed your arm forcing you to stay. “Jungkook, let go of me before I make scene” “No.” “Jungkook, let. go.” In the end he did. He couldn’t bring you back, he broke down into tears and just stood there in the middle of the room.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Hehehehehe I got a bit carried away with this one but hoped you guys enjoyed it its a bit sad :(

Who Told? || Archie Andrews

Originally posted by riverdaledaily


word count : 791

pairing : Archie Andrews x Fem.Reader

summary : “We were friends we were younger but it’s been years; how did you know I was in the hospital?”

warnings : car wreck?, hospitals?


      You had just wanted to see your best friends; the ones that you had to leave so long ago but everything happened rather quickthere was light then nothing at all. You were singing loudly to the radio and trying to stay awake since you’d been driving all day long trying to get back to the town you were born in; but singing wasn’t enough and your eyes were beginning to actually hurt from being so tired. You had done the right thing; pulled over on the side of the road to get some rest but the drunk driver that had been coming wasn’t so smart and smashed right into the front of your car. 

   You hadn’t even realized what happened as you must have been knocked completely unconscious from the hit but when you did wake up it was to the smell of  sterile air and a bright light shining in your eyes. Of course you could recognize instantly where you were; or at least where you hoped you were cause you did not kidnapped by some serial killer or something. You finally opener your eyes and to your relief it was a hospital and not some killer’s weirdly clean basement. 

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So for no particular reason I’ve been trawling through a bunch of shitty superhero movies/TV shows on Netflix and Amazon lately and it’s just really reminding me of the pattern cropping up in lot of big ol’ Hollywoodish productions that in theory seems to be following the “give your female characters meaningful connections with male love interests so they’re not just passive objects of desire” approach, but in practice these ‘meaningful connections’ are invariably “have your female characters take on the entirety of the emotional labor of the relationship”. 

Like, yes, please, let the female character make big decisions about what’s going on in her life and the plot and whatnot. But is the studly dude constantly coming to the female character for advice, is she pulling him back from the darkness, is she the one making all the decisions about what is and isn’t an appropriate response for him to have to a situation? Is the dude a passive reactor to his life, sitting back in baffled shock as his relationships fall apart around him, until an Emotionally Mature Woman comes to the rescue and explains to him everything he’s been doing wrong? 

That’s not reciprocal, man. That’s the grown-ass dude your best friend’s dating who’s never in his life done his own laundry. When they’re ostensibly prepping for a dinner party, he plants himself in front of the TV and says, “Hey, let me know if I can help with anything, I will absolutely help with anything you need,” or after a fight he very earnestly says, “Just tell me next time something’s wrong,” but he is never willing to put in the effort to be proactive about contributing to the relationship in any way. These dudes are blissfully ignorant that the effort needed for their partner to plan and manage and coordinate all these things on top of her own emotional baggage, not to mention having to work out how to communicate them, is practically a full-time job in and of itself.

Just, oh god, if you’ve gotta write dudes, please start writing dudes who are emotionally competent?

BSD Light Novel: Dazai Osamu and the Dark Era (Prologue, 1/3)

A few things to start off: I’m translating this from the Chinese novels to English. Chinese is my mother tongue while English is my first language. I’ve had formal education, but understandably some things are lost in translation from Japanese > Chinese > English. I’ll do my best to explain them, but please enjoy this with a teaspoon of salt. I try to keep to the original intent as much as English grammar will allow, but the gist is more or less there. For this part, I haven’t had much trouble other than one part, which I’ve added a postscript note for.

Please don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask if anything sounds wrong or looks weird! If anyone wants to proofread these for me I’d be eternally grateful. I’m doing these at my own pace, so if anyone wishes to help out just let me know, I’d be more than happy to join forces.

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six-word sentences.

blueneighbcrhood:

  • frankly speaking, i wanna give up.
  • they love me cause i’m hot.   
  • just try to guess the answer.
  • everyone here knows you don’t care.
  • fine, do things your way.
  • i want to be in love.
  • no, i would rather make money.
  • shut up already, i’m not going.
  • because you said that, fuck you!
  • i hate you more than anything.
  • just sit down? let me explain?
  • can i be a little nasty?
  • there’s nothing wrong with being sexual.
  • i want you to like me.
  • don’t you dare lie to me.
  •  i’m way too scared to fall.
  • terrified of my love for you?
  • we were both afraid, shut up.
  • it wasn’t anyone’s fault. not really.
  • life’s too short to care anymore.
  • i dreamt about you last night.
  • really? what did you dream about?
  • i dreamt you chose me instead.
  • how did you become like this?
  • this isn’t any of your business.
  • i’m losing my mind, losing control.
  • you weren’t there! i needed you!
  • please don’t start with me, okay?
  •  why do you always leave me? 
  • this is all we have left.
  • i turned around. you were gone.
  • all i can think about is you.
  • wow, you look like shit today.
  • i called and you didn’t answer.
  • i wanna be a child forever.
  • today, my love is in mourning.  
  • your words felt like sharp knives.
  • “ say something nice or don’t speak. 
EXO reaction where their s\o is cheating on them (I)

Here we go, requested by humongoustragedychopshop

Cheating is such a great deal like … let’s see what I can do



Chanyeol

Chanyeol will never forgive you if you do something like this. He will be really hurt to the point of not wanting to see you ever again. 

“I wish I had never met you. Don’t even dare show in front of me ever again.” 

He will burn every memory he has with you. Force himself to forget you on all costs. He gave you love but you didn’t appreciate it.  

Originally posted by lullabyun

Chen

Chen will be ready to kill. With sharp eyes, he will scan you from up to down, disgusted at your sight. 

When you try to catch his arm and apologize, he will pull his hands strongly as if your touch was lethal.  

“Don’t you touch me.” 

It is 90% possible that he will teach the person you cheated with a lesson by fist for touching someone else properties.  

Originally posted by vogueksoo

 Lay

Upon knowing about what you did, Lay will end things with you quietly. He will be greatly hurt and blunt with some hurt words about what he had done for you. 

“Do you know how much I loved you? Does my love mean nothing to you?”

“Let’s end it here.”

Originally posted by fawnave

Suho

Suho can be a fool for his lover, but if things go wrong and you betray him, it means that you just lost what no one could offer you again. 

“What are you doing here?” 

I just want to apologize, I’m –

“Leave, I don’t know who you are. You don’t need to apologize.” 

But, let me explain–” 

He leaves before you could say anything and before he loses his cool. 

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

“Pray You Catch Me”….Pt. 3

Silence filled the room as Moses shook his head in disbelief. Cay walked over to the couch, taking a seat, while I continued to glare….Damn, I know how to pick em. The pain I’m feeling right now is unimaginable and I know there’s only more to come. Levi was right, hell, even my mother was right…Moses was not to be trusted. A filthy rich playboy becoming the man of my dreams?? Humph, yeah right, I feel like a damn fool. This chick is pregnant with his baby and he’s been hiding it from me all along. I guess what they say is true…Everything done in the dark eventually comes to light. Since Asia told her it was okay to come here and she appears to be pretty far along, it’s clear that everything Trisha claimed was true. He got Cay pregnant during the few months we spent broken up and used Asia to try to convince her into getting an abortion. This shit is all around fucked up…For her, the baby, and me. I know he’s going to try, but there’s nothing that can fix our relationship at this point. He chose to lie and scheme instead of manning up. The only reason why I’m still standing here is because I want to hear the truth, coming from him.

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On History and Parents

Summary: Jack takes Bitty to Montréal to meet his parents. A non athletic!Jack fic, where grad student and history nerd, Jack Zimmermann meets the cute Samwell student/baker Eric Bittle at the Bread and Butter Bakery. Final part of the On History and Pie series.  Also on A03

“Maman?”

“Jack, sweetheart! I was actually going to call you this evening. How’s school?”

“Euh, it’s good. Busy but good. I have a presentation coming up for the Historical Society.”

“That’s wonderful. What’s the topic?”

“Churchill and America– but that’s not the reason I’m calling.”

“Oh?”

“No. I… met someone.”

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Alicia walked into the kitchen where Bob was slicing some fennel which he was going to braise and serve with meyer lemon and parmesan.

“Bobby?”

“Hmm?” The sharp sweet scent of fennel filled the kitchen.

“I just got off the phone with Jack.”

“How is he?” Bob said as he continued his prep work.

Alicia stood still, feeling somewhat stunned and giddy.

Bob stopped working and rested the knife point down onto his cutting board. “What? What is it? Is he okay?”

“He’s in love.”

“What?” Bob replied, a wide grin and look of disbelief blooming on his face.

“He’s seeing someone, and he’s in love.”

Bob wiped his hands on his apron, and walked up to Alicia.

“Are you sure?” he whispered.

Alicia nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! I asked him twice because I assumed I may have misheard him. Bobby… he’s serious about this. He actually said, ‘I’m in love with him, maman.’ Love, Bobby! Can you believe it? Love!”

And in that moment, hockey legend and multi-Stanley Cup winner, Bad Bob Zimmermann held his wife, Alicia Zimmermann’s, hands and jumped up and down like an excited five-year-old at his own birthday party.

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paranoid || alex standall

prompt: Hello,love. I wanted to ask if you could do like Alex Standall fluff from. 13 reasons why? Thank you!❤ (if you can could you like that Alex is concerd about reader’s mental health and they get intp argument and make up?) + Can you do an imagine where the reader is trying to commit suicide and he catches her and it’s just fluff

warnings: mention of death, suicide attempt !!! please do not read if this bothers you in any way !!

a/n: i hope you guys like this and sorry for not writing for a bit :(( but like always requests are open and feedback is appreciated!! :) also suicide is such a sensitive topic and i know i didnt portrayed it correctly at all in this but please bear with me.


You had a normal life growing up, everything was fine and you were happy. But that had changed once your life went a little downhill, you lost some friends and your family started to drift. You soon became depressed, which had added on to your stressed state of being. But you continued on with your life and met Alex Standall when you moved to Crestmont.

The two of you hit it off when you first met, being new to the city and all. You started spending more time together and you started to open up to Alex, which was pretty rare. You let him know about your depression. Alex as well had opened up, he talked to you about his depression, which had started after the death of Hannah Baker. “I’m so sorry Alex.” You spoke, placing your hand over his. “It’s fine Y/N. It wasn’t your fault.” He spoke and you gave him a soft smile. Alex never told you about the tapes, he didn’t have a reason to tell you.

Soon enough, after lots of talking and a couple of dates, you and Alex had decided to date, officially earning the title of boyfriend and girlfriend. But soon enough your depression had taken over your life completely. You still got up and carried on with your day but you felt as if you didn’t need to be alive. You started questioning your existence and soon enough the feeling became overwhelming.

Of course, Alex had noticed your change in behavior. He didn’t want to just randomly mention it, so whenever the two of you talked he would try and casually mention your health. But you being distracted by your state, never noticed till Alex had snapped. “Y/N can you tell me what’s wrong?” You had looked up from your phone, seeing an annoyed Alex. “What do you mean?” You ask. “You seem off, I don’t know, I just don’t want you feeling like you can’t tell me anything.”

“I’m fine, you don’t have to worry about me. I just haven’t been feeling well.” You explain, to be honest, you felt like shit. But you started taking your anti-depressants, giving you the energy to carry on, and haven’t been feeling as depressed. You were working on your mental health and you were telling the truth. “Really? Why won’t you just let me help you Y/N. You know I’ll always be here for you.” Alex spoke and you sigh in annoyance.

“I’m fine.” You tell him and he couldn’t take that for an answer. “No, you’re not fine. I know you Y/N, and I just want to help you, but you won’t let me. Now I’m done trying.” He said, his voice getting louder. You decided not to answer, and Alex huffed, before leaving. You sigh, running your hand through your hair. Now you felt as if you wasn’t thinking and everything was happening in the heat of the moment.

Getting up, you went to your restroom and grabbed your small container of medication. You had felt tears form in your eyes and was struggling to open the container. After finally getting it open, you hadn’t noticed that Alex had come back, feeling guilty about the argument you had. You had poured the rest of the pills into your hand when the bathroom room door opened. Alex couldn’t believe the sight in front of him, and he rushed over to you as quickly as he could to try and take the pills out of your hand.

You had started screaming at him as tears flowed down your face. “JUST LET ME DO THIS! LET ME DIE!” Alex was able to knock the pills out of your hand and now attempted to calm you down. “I can’t let you do this Y/N.” He spoke to your crying state. He kept a reasonable distance away from you, he wanted to just hold you in his arms, but he felt as if it would just overwhelm you. So he waited till your tears stopped and your breathing to slow down before bringing you close to him.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have pushed you. You said you were fine and I should have believed you.” He said, rubbing his hand on your arm to soothe you. “I shouldn’t have done this. I wasn’t thinking.” You said softly. Then the two of you sat in silence, taking in of what could’ve been.


this sucks and im sorry. kinda rusty on my writing lmaoo

Berries & Citrus Fruit

Bucky x reader One Shot

You and Bucky have developed a system that lets either of you understand what the other is feeling during e.g. a nightmare and somehow it contains fruit.

warnings: a teeny tiny bit of language and  f l u f f

A/N: it’s currently 10:14 pm as I’m typing this and I am so tired I can’t even remember writing this fic. which means it probably makes no sense what so ever and should not be published but, things happen that don’t even happen. my exhaustion could also be the reason for this fic being based on fruit

Originally posted by coporolight

You were pulled out of your sleep by a guttural scream, like most nights.

The scream was followed by a few much quieter one’s, before they slowly changed into mumbled words you would never be able to fully understand. As you pushed his long hair aside to get a look at his face to try to see what kind of dream it had been, you found yourself met with the beautiful facial features of your boyfriend scrunched up in pain, and it broke your heart. You had lost count how many nights like that happened and you wished to be able to determine and end to them.

Once again, your hands softly stroked through the thick curls, this time one hand moving under his chin to turn his face upwards in your direction.

Being met with the sight of you, Bucky seemed almost surprised. The first few times his nightmares had shaken the both of you awake, you had felt hurt. You had thought he was surprised that you were still there with him, as if you had an intention to leave. As if seeing him this defenseless could ever make you leave him, reject him.

“Which fruit, darling?”, you asked, carful to form the words slowly, so that he would be able to understand them more easily. Years ago, the morning after a particularly bad nightmare, you had sat down to determine a system for the both of you to understand. The system was supposed to be simple words that either of you would be able to focus on in difficult situations. And because you had sat down at the dining table were a bowl of fruit had been, you decided to use fruit as your so-called code words.

“Can you tell me a fruit?” You willed your voice to sound as soft as possible, and it sounded silly without context, hell, even with sometimes, but it was the only thing that really helped.

Bucky blinked a couple of times to get rid of the tears in his eyes. “Str-“ He tried to swallow away the heavy lump in his throat. “Strawberry.”

You sighed heavily, closing your eyes. Most nights it was ‘Strawberry’. It meant that, in his dream, he had seen you in danger. Most times he was the one to be the reason. Usually, he didn’t really say what he had seen, which is why he liked the fruit-system. This way, he didn’t need to relive the nightmares by talking about them. It gave him the opportunity to push it aside and focus on reality.

And reality in that moment was being in your arms as you slowly rocked him from side to side, slowly lulling him into relaxation.

“Fruit?”, he asked, mumbling the question tiredly.

“Blueberry,” you replied and suddenly felt him slump beneath your fingers. ‘Blueberry’ was good. ‘Blueberry’ meant you were safe and happy. It was all he ever wanted to hear from you. “You?”

“Orange. Bit Lime.” Bucky’s words were becoming more and more sleepy.

“That’s okay.” You knew that it was just a matter of minutes before he would fall asleep again, hopefully for the whole night this time. “We should go back to sleep. Long day tomorrow.”

He nodded against your chest and let you move him into a laying position.


Your phone rang whilst you were in the middle of shuffling the deck of cards in your hand. It was a night out – or rather in, as you were at one of your friend’s apartment – with your friends after having to decline multiple times for the sake of staying with Bucky. It was not like he kept you away from them, but you simply felt more comfortable when you knew that he had someone who would be there for him when he needed it. On this particular night, Bucky had gone on a mission with Steve and Sam, which gave you the opportunity for a girl’s night.

And the knowledge that Bucky was not one hundred percent safe right now made you excuse yourself and quickly grab your phone. Normally, you would just let it ring, but it could be an emergency.

And you knew that it was one the second you moved your finger across the screen to answer. Because even though it was Bucky’s name that indicated him to be on the other end of the line, it wasn’t his voice who spoke.

“Y/N, it’s me,” Sam said, “We’ve got a bit of a situation here.” Although you instantly recognized him, the familiarity did nothing to help you feel less on edge.

“What happened?”, you rushed out, needing to now how bad it was.

“Bucky, he- I think he had a nightmare.”

“Oh god.” You had prayed that this wouldn’t happen, but of course, it did. Not being able to keep still anymore, you stood up and took a deep breath. “Tell me exactly what happened and what he the situation is right now.”

You heard shuffling on the other end and were about to freak out when Sam’s voice sounded through the speaker again. “He woke up screaming. We tried to calm him down by talking to him, but all he said was some nonsense with your name in it. He’s still doing that now and I think he’s crying, too. He won’t listen to either of us, not even Steve.”

You felt your won tears prickling in the corners of your eyes because you felt helpless. One of your friends came closer to ask you what was wrong, but you brushed her off with a half-assed smile.

“Okay, Sam. Give him the phone.”

Once again, you heard rustling, slightly louder this time, before it stopped and turned into heavy breathing.

“Buck?”, you asked cautiously, hoping to snap him out of his current state. He didn’t answer, so you tried again. “Which fruit, love?”

You didn’t notice your friend exchanging glances, and even if you had, you wouldn’t have cared one bit. All your focus was solely on Bucky, who replied, finally.

“Strawberry.” You could hear the cracking in his voice perfectly clear and your system is flooded with and even stronger desire to be there with him right now. “Lime.”

“Blueberry, Bucky,” you promised him and he, in return, took in a sharp breath.

“You sure?” His voice was small, but sounded clearer now, not anymore like he was being strangled.

“Blueberry,” you simple stated again because you knew it would be easier for him to grasp.

You heard him sigh somewhat contentedly, “Blueberry.”

“Do you think you can go back to sleep or do you need me to talk to you some more?”

“More,” was all he said but understood just fine. You softly rambled to him about your day for a few minutes until you could hear steady breathing that indicated that he had fallen asleep and were handed back to Sam.

“What did you say to him? All he did was name berries and he was calm again.” The astonishment was evident in his voice when he spoke to you again.

“We have a fruit system to that we know how the other is feeling. Mine’s are those his are citrus fruit.” A smile found its was onto your lips as you could practically see the look on Sam’s face.

“Why fruit?”

“Dunno, it just happened that way.” You found yourself chuckling, although it could be because of exhaustion and a bit of adrenalin in some extend.

Sam quietly joined in. “Berries and citrus fruits. You two are weird.”

“You know that strawberries are technically nuts, right?”

You are nuts, Y/N.”


The system explained in amazingly well structured full English sentences:

Blueberry = you safe & happy

Cranberry = you scared

Strawberry = you in danger

Orange = Bucky safe & happy

Lime = Bucky scared

Lemon = Bucky in danger


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wrasslin-x  asked:

16. Adam Cole. For mine is an evil laugh ;) <3

“I feel like everyone just forgot I exist.”

The day Adam Cole stepped foot into the Performance Centre was the day your stomach jumped into your throat.  

You hadn’t spoken to any of your old friends from the various independent promotions you used to work for, mostly because they never texted you back.  You had signed with the WWE about six months ago now and despite your best efforts, texting and calling and trying to arrange coffee or lunch dates, nobody answered, or followed up, or tried to get together with you.  You’d heard some nasty things through the grapevine – that you betrayed everyone by signing; that now that you were signed you thought you were better than everyone else.  You couldn’t deny that it hurt you, that people you thought were your friends would say such horrible things about you.  The fact that you hadn’t become particularly close with anybody during your time in NXT only made you feel worse.  

But Adam was different.  Adam had kept in touch, even at least sporadically, and to your knowledge didn’t engage in what was being said about you.  He didn’t tell anyone, the least you, if he was signing with WWE or not.  So when you saw him out of the corner of your eye one day while training in the gym, being chaperoned by Matt Bloom so he could get a feel for the facility, you hid in the washroom until you knew he’d be out of the room.  It wasn’t that you didn’t like him or that he made you uncomfortable.  He just reminded you so much of…before.  Of your past life, if you could call it that, on the independent scene.  He was always there.  You were always there.  And then…you weren’t.  And now, he wasn’t.

But now, he was here.  And you were here.  

After that fateful day, you didn’t run into him again for at least another week.  It wasn’t until you were alone at the gym one morning, getting some extra cardio time in on the treadmill, did you see him again.  You almost tripped when you made eye contact with him, which you pretended that you didn’t do in order to further pretend like you didn’t see him walk in.

When he showed up in front of your treadmill, you gulped.  “Hey you,” he said so casually, a smile on his face.  

You stopped the treadmill and yanked your headphones out of your ears.  You were gross and sweaty and panting as you stepped off but Adam still extended his arms towards you for a hug.  You tried not to get your stench or sweat on him, but when he pressed you up against his body you had no choice.  “How are you?” he asked.

“Good,” you replied simply.

“How’ve you been?” he asked when he pulled away.  

You shrugged your shoulders.  It obviously could have been better – people could not be talking behind your back and all.  “Eh, you know…it’s alright.  Just working hard.”

“Happy to see me?” he winked.

You rolled your eyes.  “I would have liked to see Zack, but you’re alright I guess.”

He let out a hearty laugh and you couldn’t help but appreciate his toothy grin so early in the morning.  That was the thing with Adam.  He was just so…warm.  Regardless of how long you went without speaking to him or seeing him, the two of you just fell back into your routine with each other.  You weren’t even particularly close, but you respected each other and always got along.  

“How are things over here?  What am I in for?” he asked, leaning against the front of the treadmill.

“Hardest workouts of your life,” you began, putting your hands on your hips.  “Lots of drills and practicing.  This week we’re working on making sure our fundamentals are clean.  Footwork, back bumps, all that stuff.  But the people here are great.”

“Regal, Bloom, those guys?” 

“Yeah.  Brookside and Smiley too.  They’re amazing.”

“That’s great,” he said, nodding his head at your words.  “Still feels a bit…surreal, you know?”

You smiled slightly.  “Yeah, I get it.  I still get shivers sometimes.  Still can’t believe I’m here and not at some rec centre convincing everyone a boot to the face didn’t hurt me at all.”

“Hey, why didn’t I see you at any shows?” he asked immediately, the mention of the rec centre probably causing it.  “I heard you were in town for some of them with NXT but you didn’t show up.”

“Uhhh…” you hesitated.  Now things were about to get awkward.  How were you going to explain to him that you had no idea what you did wrong and that most of your former colleagues hated you now?  “I tried to.  I tried to contact everyone we know and it was just…” you shrugged your shoulders.  “Nothing.  Nobody let me know anything.  Nobody texted me back.”

Adam stood in front of you, his eyebrows furrowed.  “Wait wait, they’re not all still hung up on you signing here, are they?”

You shrugged your shoulders again.  “I can’t tell you why they hate me, Adam.”
“What a bunch of fucking idiots,” he shook his head in disgust.  “Are you for real?  Are you serious?  Nobody told you anything?”

“I don’t know…I guess they think because I didn’t ‘do my time’ or whatever that I sold out, or that I abandoned them,” you said.  “I can’t think of any other reason why they would just…stop talking to me.  I feel like everyone just forgot I exist.”

“But I didn’t.”

You didn’t know if he said it to save face or if there was some sort of subtext.  You couldn’t quite tell by his tone - you didn’t appreciate that - and it was too early in the morning for you to start overanalyzing the words Adam Cole was saying to you.  “Whatever,” you said softly.  “I’m…I’m just trying to focus on this right now.  If they can’t be happy for me that’s their problem, not mine.”

“For what it’s worth, I was happy for you when you signed here,” he said, which confirmed your suspicions.  “If they’re not happy for you, they can fuck off.”

“Thanks, Cole.  You’ve always had your way with words.”

Adam smiled at you.  “Listen, Regal is probably waiting for me at the rings so I’ve gotta go.”

“No problem Adam.  Show him what you’re made of,“ you smiled, making your way back onto the treadmill, ready to turn it on again.  

Before you could, Adam stepped up on to it as well, his toes on the sides and his heels dangling off.  He was dangerously close and you were pretty sure your eyes were bulging out of their sockets right now, wondering what the hell he was doing so close to you.  He was looking down at you, a faint smirk on his face.  “I’ll see you around, okay?  Don’t be shy.  And if you text me, I’ll text you back…even if it is just a booty call.”

With that, he descended and walked away, leaving you to wonder what the hell Adam Cole just did.

anonymous asked:

Prompt: Jumin finds out MMC works as a male stripper in lacy men's lingerie but mmc doesnt want to quit when Jumin asks him to becuz he enjoys it; he invites Jumin to one of his shows but Jumin gets turned on and it gets steamy in the club's VIP room

Oh my my my! Haha nice! I’ll do what I can ;) Keep in mind my smut abilities aren’t too too good, so I did my best :D

Side note: I listened to two songs to get the feel of the bass. For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert and Flesh by Simon Curtis 

Smut? below. 

There are continuations to this story by the lovely @just-waiting-for-a-better-ride 
Part 1 | Part 2 (smut) | Part 3 (VERY smut) 

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It was difficult to get in hours. Very difficult. Zack looked at his watch and smiled. He knew he should tell him, he really did. But he couldn’t even get himself to do it. He felt bad but he couldn’t help but relish the time Jumin was away on a business trip in another country. “I’ll miss you.” Jumin would say.

“As will I.” Zack would say in all honesty. He would sincerely miss him. But when Jumin was in another country Zack could take up hours in his ‘part-time job’.

The clock struck 10. There was a low thump thump and then, silence. He felt a rush of energy as the large, red velvet, curtains pulled apart and suddenly a bright spotlight blinded his vision. The music was instant.

Thump thump.

He took a step forward.

THUMP THUMP.

Soon the bass was pounding against the dark violet walls. The crowd couldn’t even be heard. He reached out and gripped the long, cold, thin, metal pole in front of him and wrapped his leg around it. Instantly, almost as if it were second nature to him, his body swirled around the pole. He felt his back arch as he extended his other hand. He could see the crowd cheer but the music was so loud he couldn’t even hear them. He gripped the end of his jacket and pulled. The offending material flew off and, as it always were, the crowd jumped up and let out a roar of applause. They whistled. They fist pumped in that air. They sang along to the music. And, they watched.

It was almost like ecstasy. Except he wasn’t aroused by it. He was fueled. His blood pumped hot into his veins as the music let blared over the speakers. He relished the feeling of the see through lace on his body and the cold pole that was slowly getting warmer and warmer each time he moved around it. The way his muscles tightened as he lifted himself off the ground. It was fuel to his fire.

The crowd cheered, screamed, and all the while they just enjoyed it. He gripped his hand around  the base of the pole and flipped himself upside down. The crowd cheered. He swung himself upward using his legs as a grip and, right side up again, slid down the pole slowly. Women and men let out cheers and a string of profanities loosing themselves in the music, in the atmosphere, in the heat of the moment.

Zack smiled and cocked a brow, a move loved by most, and bowed as the music ended. Backstage he happily grabbed his payment and quickly changed into his street clothes. Tonight he could only do one act as Jumin was set to be home by midnight. He looked at himself in the mirror and chuckled. In some senses it was wrong but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t have sex with anyone here. He never kissed nor touched not even flirted with any customer or co-worker. No one. His heart was locked with Jumin’s. He just loved the rush. The atmosphere. It was all so exhilarating.

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By the time Zack got home Jumin was already there. Waiting.

Shit.

Dammit.

Hell.

He sat there with his arms crossed, a look of pure anger over his normal deadpan one.

“He-hey.” Zack said taking off his jacket.

“…”

“You got home early.” Zack inched towards the bedroom. He couldn’t let Jumin smell him. Even if he was just in the strip club for only ten seconds he always left smelling like overpriced cheap beer and a lot of perfume, or in his case, musk. Jumin watched him like a cat. “How was your flight?”

“…”

“I see. Well I’m going to shower.”

“Sit.” Jumin demanded.

“I-“

“Sit.” He glared. He was not going to say it three times.

Zack walked over to the armchair opposite of Jumin and sat stiffly.

“I was surprised to see you gone when I came home. I expected my beloved to be waiting for my return.” Jumin slid his phone across the coffee table. “But then I saw something very intriguing.”

Zack looked down to see a message from ZEN on the messenger.

[ZEN]: I… don’t know how to tell you this but
[ZEN]: I had to do research for a new role and I went to a strip club.

    [Jumin Han]: What are you trying to tell me?

[ZEN]: Well I saw…
[ZEN]: I saw Zack on stage.

    [Jumin Han]: Preposterous.

[ZEN]: I didn’t believe it either!
[ZEN]: But it was definitely him!

There was a picture attached. It was Zack in mid spin, crystal clear too.

    [Jumin Han]: ….

[ZEN]: Did you know he did this stuff?
[ZEN]: Jumin?
[ZEN]: Hey trust fund! You there!? 

Zack looked up and swallowed.

“I was quite surprised,” he said with poison “to see you up there. What is the meaning of this?”

“I-I just.” Zack felt his blood run cold and his hands clammed up. He desperately wanted to disappear. “I-I-I-I-I-I.” The look Jumin was giving him, Zack was terrified.

“Why are you working there? What are you ding there?”

“I… like it.”

Jumin’s lip twitched. “You like it? And what about this,” he roughly gestured at the phone, “do you like?”

“I…” Zack clenched and unclenched his hands on his pant legs. “I… like everything about it.”

“I can see everything. They can see everything.” He was clenching the fabric on his shirt sleeve like it was a stress ball. “I cannot believe you are so… so indecent.”

“Indecent?”

“That face you’re making, the way you’re dressed, the things you’re doing on that pole. Those are all meant for me. How could you show anyone else that?” He was doing his best to stay calm.

“I…I’m not doing anything! I don’t show them anything that isn’t meant for them!” Zack stood up. “I shouldn’t have to explain myself! You just don’t understand!”

Jumin stood as well. “I don’t know what there’s to understand. You need to quit.”

“You can’t make me! I work there, it’s my choice too, and…and I could never let it go! I. Like. It.”

“This is ridiculous. What in the world has gotten into you?”

Zack grabbed his jacket. “Nothing’s wrong with me. You… you don’t get it. There’s excitement to all of this. I don’t touch anyone, I don’t do anything to anyone! But the job itself? I like it. Maybe it’s the attention maybe it’s just the adrenaline rush.”

“The attention? Do I not give you enough attention? Maybe if I take you on the trips with me you wouldn’t go to such drastic measures to get attention.”

“That’s not it.” Zack shook his head. “You just don’t get it. I… I… I’m going to take another shift.”

“I forbid you!” Jumin started to walk forward.

“I don’t give a rats ass!”

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“You sure Zack?” His boss looked at him. “You don’t have to take another shift?”

Zack wasn’t listening. He quickly changed into the lacy lingerie, really it couldn’t even cover an earthworm, and quickly put on the tear away clothes. “When can I go on?”

“12 show.”

“Fine.” That felt like it would take too long but whatever.

When 12 finally reeled around Zack felt pumped. Jumin just wouldn’t understand. The curtains parted.

Thump thump thump.

Yes. Yes! This feeling! It was so energizing. He felt like he could do this for hours. The music pounded and he could feel it through his bones. It was like when you were at a concert. The music was so loud you were almost sure your heart was moving with the beat, no matter how fast it was. The feeling of the pole. The crowd. The way his muscles fueled with oxygen and blood. It was amazing. Once he was done he let out a satisfied sigh.

“Zack.” The manager walked up to him. “Good show tonight, you got a private request.”

“I don’t do those.” Zack waved his hand away.

“Can’t turn down this one. You have to promise you’ll keep this customer secret.”

“I’m not going to get physical with him.”

“We know. Just do the show in the VIP room. Room 2.”

Zack sighed. He didn’t like private shows, it was too…personal. Ironic since he could dance around practically naked for a group of thirty people but when it was one on one, it felt wrong. Zack stepped in the room and nearly ran the other direction.

It was Jumin.

Shit.

Hell.

Why?!

He couldn’t back away. Holding his head high the music started up almost immediately. He nearly fumbled over when he grabbed the pole.

Why?! It was awful. It was so awful to be stared at by him. He could see those steel grey eyes watching his every movement. He could see how calm and perfectly poised he sat. Zack felt his hand slide against the pole and, thankfully only audible to him, he heard the pole let out a squeak as sweat accumulated against his palms. He was ready to pass out. But…what was amazing was that he was more into it than normal. A little too into it. He never, never ever ever, felt this way when he danced for the audience. He felt a mixture of fear and arousal and he was sure it showed.

Jumin stood. Zack stopped. The music continued on.

He left the room.

Zack felt his heart nearly stop.

But then…he returned. Even with the ear blastingly loud music Zack could hear the door click. Locked with an animal. A beast. Jumin stood in front of the stage. He didn’t say anything. Zack crouched down and the moment he did…

Jumin had him pinned beneath him on the couch. They looked at each, sending signals to each other without any words.

Those unspoken words.

I.
Dominate.
You.

Thumpthumpthump

The bass was fast, Jumin was faster. The lace did not stand a chance, it was torn to shreds and was unrecognizable as a type of clothing, it looked more like a pile of threads now. Bite marks, scratch marks, tasting and taking everything that he could. The screams that were so loud in that room yet outside, where a crowd of people were, so very close by able to come in at anytime and see how one was to be properly defiled yet simultaneously cared for, no. No one would ever hear it. There was no time for begging, no time for sweet words. Just primal, unadulterated need. And yet, he didn’t feel like he was being used, every movement, every guttural moan from the man he loved, was pure, sweet, adoration.

The music started to reach the climax. There was a clear bruise on his hips now from just the raw power of Jumin’s grip. Zack clawed at the velvet seats and threw his head back seeing nothing but white, hearing nothing but the bass. His heart, his body, his soul. It all belonged to him. Forever and always.

“I will have to come to your show more often.”

anonymous asked:

What the last anon was trying to say was, in less words, that 'compulsory heterosexuality' is a term used by biphobes and TERFs to erase bisexuality. I think perhaps they were just letting you know so that you didn't unknowingly offend someone in the future. ^^

Just gathering things from what people have remarked about the ask, I feel like the wording wasn’t the best, and maybe telling a lesbian who just came to terms with her sexuality that she might be bi when she had already tried out that label wasn’t the best thing to do. I feel like it was just poor wording, the message kind of rubbed me the wrong way but thanks for explaining it a bit more!! Hopefully I don’t sound rude or anything oh my gosh I’m really anxious now

Captain Swan AU Prompt Series No. 8 (A)

No.1: Alphabet City

No.2: Of Singing and Streaking

No.3: Lie to Me (I’ll lie to you, too)

No.4: Like Toy Soldiers

No. 5 (A): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 1

No. 5 (B): We’re Going Down Swinging Part 2

No. 6: Bend, and Don’t Break

No. 7 (A): Speak Now Part 1

No. 7 (B): Speak Now Part 2

No. 5 © We’re Going Down Swinging Part 3

No. 4: Like Toy Soldiers Part 2

It’s Always Been You (And You Should Know That)

Notes: For CS AU Week Day 5- Role Reversal
(In role reversal world, let’s pretend Lieutenant Duckling is…Captain Prince? Hehe.)


Summary: Prince Killian of Misthaven was never meant to rule-as the second son, he was content to let the limelight and responsibility fall upon his older brother, the Crown Prince Liam, while he lived a carefree life of adventure, tempting danger at every turn-much to the consternation of his body guard and best friend, Captain Emma Swan.

After Liam’s untimely death, the entire Kingdom is thrown into a tailspin, and none worse than Killian and Emma. Killian must now step up to the role he was never meant to play, and Emma must deal with the consequences of falling in love with her charge, the Prince who would be King.


Killian is 29, Emma is 28

The life of a royal body guard was not for the faint hearted. In times of peace, those sworn to protect the Crown could never relax, could never let down their guard. It was even worse in times of war, every shadow was potential threat, every smile and bow could hide a dagger or worse. The pressure got more intense the higher up in the line of succession your charge was, and so, Emma’s life, as the bodyguard of the future King of Misthaven, was very stressful indeed.

Moments of peace and relaxation were so few now that she jealously guarded those she could eke out, most notably her morning swordplay session, a simple one hour affair in a secluded field only a select few knew of, where she could be alone with her thoughts, or no thoughts, where she could simply concentrate on the whistle and swing of her blade. Given the weight of the decisions she’d just made, she’d needed this escape from reality more than ever. So when an unexpected blade met the fluid parry of her form, she leapt backward and immediately fell into a protective position with fury in her eyes.

Who would dare interrupt her here?

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Through the Lens Mafia!AU Part 3

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut (in future parts)

Pairing: Reader x Mark

Warnings: Explicit language, violence

Word count: 2020k

After the phone call ended, Jinyoung had you placed back into the dark room. You were feeling a handful of emotions, but the one you felt the most was betrayal. How could he not tell you about his life? Why couldn’t he have just told you the truth?

Anger started to creep up on you, all you could’ve done was scream. Scream because he was never honest with you, scream because of how he put you through so much without even apologizing for it, scream because he put you in this situation.

What felt like hours passed by, when suddenly you heard a knock.

“Can I come in?”

Mark.

You gave a faint ‘yeah’ but it was loud enough for him to ear. When he entered the room you noticed stains on his clothes. Stains the color of red. You soon realized the only thing those stains could be from was blood. He noticed you eyeing them, he tried to say something but didn’t, knowing you’ve already put the pieces together he didn’t have the chance to lie to you.

“What happened to you? What did you do?” Your feet reacted by backing away from him, he noticed and began walking towards you. Completely ignoring you question he said something different,

“He’s here, but for some reason Jinyoung wants you to be there with him and Wonho.”

Mark reached his hand out in front of you, but quickly took it back after seeing that his hands were covered in dried blood. “Just take my arm. Don’t worry I’m not going to harm you. I promise.”

Many thoughts were running through your head, did he kill someone? Did he just beat someone to a pulp just because or did he have a good reason to? Even though you hadn’t known him for even a full day, you felt as if you didn’t recognize the man you were holding onto.

Once you walked into the room you couldn’t believe what you saw.

Wono had been tied up, hands behind his back and legs tied together by rope. His face had been cut up and was spewing out blood. Next to him was a grinning Jinyoung,who then gave Wonho a kick to the stomach. Immediately you began to run towards his direction, attempting to defend him,

“Stop! Leave him alone please!” You then felt a pair of arms wrap around you, looking up at who it was you began to yell.

“Mark please let me go!” Tears began to stream down your face as you witnessed Jinyoung beat the hell out of Wonho.

“Oh hey there Y/N you came at the right time.” Jinyoung said with a smirk.

Once Wonho heard your name he turned to your direction, he never thought he’d be seeing you again, let alone like this.

“Jinyoung do whatever the fuck you want with me just let her go, she doesn’t know anything.” It’s true, you didn’t know anything, up until Jinyoung explained everything and as to why you’re in this situation in the first place.

“Thats where you’re wrong. I explained everything to her, and how she ended up here.”

He looked up at you with an apologetic look on his face. You could see the regret on his face for putting you in this postion, but there was nothing he could do. Jinyoung noticed the looks that were being exchanged by the both of you and decided to butt in.

“Aw look how the both of you are looking at each other! This would be a great scene in a drama but this isn’t a fucking drama.” Jinyoung then pulled out his gun from his waistband and pointed it directly at you.

“It’s me who you want, not her! Kill me instead.”

A chuckle came out of Jinyoung, he shrugged his shoulders in agreement.

“It makes sense because of two reasons. Reason number one, you owe me a bunch of shit. Reason number two, you’re practically all alone without any members anymore.” He said the last part with poison laced in his voice.

Wonho looked at him confused, but his expression quickly changed once he realized what he meant.

“You fucking killed my men?!”

”Oh no no it wasn’t me, I sent my men to kill yours. It explains why Mark’s clothes here are stained with blood. Which one did you tell me you handled Mark? Was it Minhyuk? Eh what does it matter, his ass is dead anyways.”

Your eyes widened, feet going cold at Jinyoung’s words. That’s what happened to Mark’s clothes. He murdered people. He then whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry princess.”

His intention was to never make you be afraid of him. But he sees your view on him had changed due to his actions.

“Now where were we… oh yes here.” Jinyoung pointed the gun to Wonho and pulled the trigger.

Wonho’s life laid there, lifeless with blood coming out of his body. You saw the life being taken from him. Your whole body froze, not knowing what to do. The only thing you noticed was your vision becoming blurry but a few seconds later your eyelids became heavy, as well as your body.

//

Voices began to ring through your ears, many voices may you add. You had started to regain consciousness, you’ve experienced this feeling before just not in this setting.

“We can’t let her leave. She’s seen too much.”

The argument of either sending you off on your way, killing you or keeping you went on for what you had guessed to be 15 minutes, until someone finally spoke up.

“We’re going to keep her, she can be a great addition to the group, it’ll help us in missions because no one ever suspects a girl.”

You couldn’t take it anymore, the thought of being used just to help them with their shit.

“Let me go please, I don’t want to be here! I promise I won’t tell anybody about this or you guys please just let me go.”

Jinyoung began making his way towards you, giving you a fake pout.

“You know we can’t do that, we don’t trust you enough to just let you go like that. Come on I know we got off on the wrong foot and I killed your ex boyfriend but we can learn to get along.”

Your eyes began to water at the thought of Wonho being dead, you were hurt you really were but for some reason you couldn’t come to show your emotions about it. However, he sounded sincere, something he didn’t seem during your first interactions with him. People could call you crazy for what you were about to say next, but you thought about it and it was your best bet.

“I’ll do it.”, everyone looked at you with a shocked expression, they must’ve thought you were going to at least put up a fight. Even Jinyoung was taken back.

“Oh shit okay, welcome y/n. This could be a good time for us to introduce ourselves one by one, I’m Jinyoung but you already knew that sweetheart.”

Every single one of them introduced themselves, their introductions were very polite, something you honestly weren’t expecting from them. After that happened Jinyoung then assigned Mark to take you to what would be your new room. He led you through a long hallway with doors on each side, finally reaching one of them he opened it. It was simple, nothing too special. “I could definitely decorate this room to feel more like home.”

Home. You then realized you were probably never gonna go back home ever again, that you were never going to see your friends and family ever again. Your emotions took over and tears began falling from your eyes. Sobs started to come out of your mouth, your legs feeling weak they gave out but before your body could hit the ground you felt a pair of arms catch you.

Mark began comforting you, rubbing circles on your back, wiping the tears from your eyes and caressing your hair.

“I know it’s hard, I know you’re being forced to be here but I’ll be by your side.” His words and actions began to comfort you, “Thank you.” He then picked you up and placed you on the bed, “I’ll be right back with some pajamas for you and tomorrow we’ll go shopping for new clothes for you.” He didn’t give you time protest before he quickly got up and left the room.

A few minutes later he came back with a plain white t-shirt and a pair of what seemed like basketball shorts. “I’m sorry if these are big on you, it’s probably the only thing I could find to give you.”

“It’s okay thank you I appreciate it.” You then went into the bathroom to change and when you came back out you saw him laying on his side while using his phone, he hadn’t noticed you until you cleared your throat. Once his eyes fell on you you saw a blush creep up on his cheeks and he began to not look at you.

“Do I look bad?” you said with a pout. “No no of course you don’t, I’m sorry if I made you feel that way but I can assure you you really don’t.” A smile crept up onto your face, as well as his. You don’t really know why Mark was acting this way with you, but you were glad he was. He was the only one at the moment that you could trust.

He then explained to you which room was his incase you needed anything, after that he ended up leaving, leaving you all alone in the dull room. You walked over to the bed, getting in it. You felt exhausted and all you wanted to do was sleep it off. Which is exactly what happened.

//

“Wonho! Wonho! Please wake up! Please don’t go.” You stared at his lifeless body, cold, blood quickly coming out of it. His black and teal hair covering his dark soulless eyes.

Your body started to toss and turn until you woke up. “It was just a dream y/n he’s not really dead.” You kept trying to convince yourself until you were looking at your surroundings. It wasn’t a dream. He really is gone. You decided to head over to Mark’s room, he did say to go if you needed anything.

You tiptoed the whole way to his room, not wanting to wake any of the other members, or even run into them. Reaching his room you softly knocked and called his name, “Mark?” the door wasn’t opening so you began to knock harder. About 15 seconds later a very sleepy Mark answered the door.

“Y/N? What’s wrong?” He was dressed in nothing but grey sweatpants that fit his lower body perfectly, a blush came up to your face but luckily it was dark enough for him to not be able to see.

“Uhm I’m sorry for bugging you but I- uh I had a nightmare and I was uhm wondering if I can sleep with you?” You looked down at your fingers that began to do circles around each other. A little chuckle came out of him, “Of course it’s okay.” He then motioned you to go into his room, it was surprisingly neat, except for the pile of clothes just chilling on his chair.

Walking over to his closet he pulled out a shirt and put it on, he probably didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable by sleeping next to you shirtless. He got into the bed first, lifting the blankets signaling for you to join him. He let you have your space, not wanting to make you uncomfortable by being really close to you.

“Thank you for letting me be here. I’m sorry again if it’s a bother.”

“It’s no problem, really, come on go to sleep. If you need anything else don’t be shy.”

You kept tossing and turning until you found the position, and with your eyes feeling heavy, you drifted off into a deep sleep.

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I’m sorry this part took a while to upload but I hope you guys enjoy it!

-Steph <3

anonymous asked:

Could you do headcanons or whatever about the RFA + V & Saeran with an asexual s/o who's dragonkin? (Dragonkin is a person who identifies or feels a deep connection with dragons, and sometimes can remember their past life as a dragon.) Sorry if this is too much, or oddly specific!

(heyo!! I made some research here, but I’m not 100% absolutely sure of stuff so if there’s anything wrong here, please let me know! also this is only main rfa because since i’m not too familiar i don’t want to accidentally go Overboard)

Yoosung

  • he’s the one who understands it the fastest
  • it only takes a bit of explaining when he starts getting the idea
  • he’s an amazing listener
  • sometimes, he likes to just. sit down and listen to MC tell him about their memories if they feel like it
  • he just thinks MC is the coolest

Jaehee

  • at first, she isn’t too sure of what MC is trying to tell her
  • luckily, she’s good at communicating with MC, and after a bit of talking, she has a good grasp on the concept of dragonkin
  • she also has a pretty good understanding of asexuality
  • if there’s anything she’s learned in life, is that finding who one is can be the best things to do, so she’s overall happy MC knows themselves so well 

Zen

  • he has to ask MC to explain a couple of times
  • he tries his best to memorize the definition so he can talk about it with MC and sound cool and informed
  • but he is respecting from day one since MC tells him
  • he’s super interested in the whole concept, and finds MC’s past memories and life amazing

Jumin

  • he might not be quick to wholly understand
  • but he will ask until he understands
  • honestly this is way different from what he was raised with (his conservative family probably didn’t even really bother mentioning anyone who wasn’t a Straight Society-Approved Person Of Their Standards ™) but he’s willing to learn about it because he loves MC
  • he buys MC lots of fancy jewelry because since they were a dragon in a past life and dragons like diamonds and stuff? it makes sense right?somehow?
  • also buys those ace shirts with cheesy puns in bulk because he doesn’t know which one MC would prefer but he wants them to be a surprise

707

  • just goes “ok that’s super cool”
  • he doesn’t think too much of it
  • not in a dismissive way, more like in a “cool this is who you are so i’m gonna respect you and love you but also I won’t make a huge deal out of it” way
  • he will make a dragon pun here and there
  • and also ace puns using decks of playings cards
  • but overall he’s pretty casual about it