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catfruits  asked:

Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?

Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.

Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.

Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?

“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.

Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”

“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”

“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.

“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”

Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”

Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”

“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.

“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”

“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.

Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”

Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”

“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.

Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”

“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.

-

Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.

“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”

Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).

Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.

“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”

“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.

-

It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.

It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.

The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.

Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.

“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”

The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”

Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.

But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.

Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.

-

“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”

The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”

“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”

Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.

They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.

On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”

“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.

“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.

Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”

“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”

“What?”

“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”

“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.

“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.

“When does she sleep?” said Dean.

Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”

Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.

Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.

“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.

“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.

Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”

Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.

She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.

She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.

Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”

Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”

“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.

When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.

The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.

But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”

When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

cave me in (m)

based on the prompt, “fake relationship au“

pairing: shin hoseok | reader
genre/warnings: romance, angst, smut / language
word count: 16,184
description:  you’ve never regretted being shin hoseok’s best friend, but when you realize you’re in love with him when he’s supposed to be your fake boyfriend at his ex-girlfriend’s wedding you’re actually starting to.
a/n: IT’S FINALLY DONE. this was supposed to be a drabble (as if)…. for @wonhopes thank you for requesting this and feeding into my love for wonho….. and thank you @wangpuppo for listening to me change my mind a million times about the plot for this.


Originally posted by lostinmonstax


You weren’t supposed to fall in love. (Not again, at least.)

All you were supposed to do was fake a smile, look good on his arm, and make everyone believe that you were in love.

Nowhere in your agreement did it say to enjoy the warmth of his arms, the smile that curves on his beautiful reddened lips, the sound of his deep, guttural voice whether it was when he was talking or singing or even whispering sweet nothings in your ear. It was all supposed to be a simple exchange where you finally got to see your best friend, not revisit feelings you shoved away when you were in high school. But maybe the heart wants what it wants. Maybe you just liked the thrill of doing things that you shouldn’t or the way he made you feel just from a mere hand on your hip or caress of his fingertips brushing back a wild strand of hair…

Everything about Shin Hoseok was positively the worst and best thing that could’ve happened to you, and it’s his damn proposition to blame, unless you want to get more technical then maybe it was the moment he entered your life.

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13 reasons why (Tape 1)

Characters: Dean, sister!reader, Mary, Sam, John

Warnings: mention of death, angst, swearing

Word count: 4139

Summary: Dean listens to the first tape that you left after you died. He learns about the rules he has to follow with them, and who the first cause of your decision was.

A/N: italics are flashbacks to the events before your death

Series: Part 1 Part 2

Dean woke up around 5am on Monday morning. It had been three months since you, his 18 year old sister, had decided to take your own life. Him and Sam never got a note, you were just gone and that was all they knew. They were too late to save you and that bothered him. Every morning since that day he woke up at 5am. He realised there was no going back to sleep so he climbed out of bed and headed to the door. When he opened the door he was surprised to be greeted with a small box in front of his feet. Dean looked left and right and noticed Sam wasn’t around to have just placed the box there. He sighed, picked it up, shut his door and walked back to his bed.

As he opened up the box he was confused as he noticed that all was inside were tapes. Why would someone give him a box of tapes? Dean rummaged through the box on his shelf and found his old tape player that John had given him when he was a kid and wanted to listen to AC/DC. He put the first mysterious tape inside the player and pressed play.

“Hello,” the familiar voice that he hadn’t heard for three months spoke which almost hurt his ears to know that he could hear in tape form. He must have been mistaken… It couldn’t be!

“My name is Y/N Winchester,” your tape continued. “I am making these tapes because I want to tell you why I ended my life. And if you’re listening to this…” The tape paused for a moment and Dean waited in suspense. “You’re one of the reasons why.”

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anonymous asked:

Hi, what exactly is Stargate (like, what is the plot, how many seasons, that kind of thing)? I've seen it mentioned in combination with Leverage in some of your posts, and I've sort of picked up some of the character names from being on the internet, but I'm still not sure what it actually is. Thanks!!

What a delightful question that I’m going to have a ridiculous amount of fun answering, probably using too many gifs.

First, the bare bones facts: Stargate is a franchise that began with the 1994 movie Stargate, which was then developed into the TV show Stargate: SG-1 which began in 1997 and picked up about a year after the movie ended. SG-1 had 10 seasons and 2 made-for-TV movies. There are also 2 spinoffs, Stargate: Atlantis and Stargate: Universe. Atlantis has 5 seasons, and its first season coincides with season 8 of SG-1, with both beginning in 2004, with some fun but not strictly essential crossover between the two. Universe has 2 seasons and began in 2009, after both SG-1 and Atlantis had ended. I mostly blog about SG-1, but I enjoy all three shows and will at least briefly explain Atlantis and Universe in the course of this post, FOR FUNSIES.

The basic premise of the whole thing is that there are these devices (built by aliens, OF COURSE) called Stargates, which create wormholes that allow for basically instantaneous travel between planets all throughout the Milky Way (and other galaxies as well, it turns out, but that’s later).

The movie involves the US Air Force, with the help of the BEST FICTIONAL ARCHAEOLOGIST IN EXISTENCE FIGHT ME, figuring out how to work the Stargate, using it to travel to another planet, and helping the locals overthrow the evil parasitic alien who was posing as the Egyptian god Ra in order to enslave them.

SG-1 starts with Earth humans learning that “Ra” actually belonged to an entire race of evil parasitic aliens who used the personas of various gods to enslave humans throughout the galaxy. At which point, NATURALLY, the plucky Earth humans say “fuck that shit” and also “ooh, a whole galaxy to explore, HOLD MY BEER” and start having adventures and liberating the galaxy.

Atlantis is about Earth humans finally discovering the lost city of Atlantis over in another galaxy, and the adventures and struggles they have setting up a colony there. Also, space vampires.

Universe is about a bunch of Earth humans accidentally stranding themselves aboard an alien-built spaceship that is going they don’t know where in order to find the meaning of life, the universe, and everything. It’s much darker and more sort of psychological than the other two shows. Also more diverse. I like it a lot, but for different reasons than I like SG-1 and Atlantis.

SG-1 owns my heart, because it’s the show that helped me fall in love with sci-fi. Also, it has Dr. Daniel Jackson. It wrestles with what it means to be human and ethics and all kinds of really good shit. It’s not perfect, and the early seasons especially have some pretty major issues with sexism and white savior complexes in certain episodes, but overall I personally find it more than worth it, and the main reason is the characters, who you now get to hear me yell about my love for.

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Reggie Mantle

(Okay, well I meant to write headcanons but then it turned into this. Like I said in my previous post. It seems I can’t write anything less than a thousand words. This has been in my head for a while and I intended to write it as a full fic, but decided on writing it like this instead? I’ve been having serious Reggie Mantle feels lately, so here you go. I’ve probably misspelled a bit, but it’s 3 am so I’ll edit it later. Feedback would be greatly appreciated and whoever reads this, I hope you enjoy.)

Reggie falls for the new girl

 -The first time he sees you, he’s talking to someone from the team in the hallway.

-The second his eyes land on you; he trails off on what he was saying.

- “Reggie, bro you okay?”

- “Yeah who’s that?” he says pointing in your direction.

- “Oh, that’s Y/N. She just started here today.”

- “Y/N.” he repeats to himself. 

 - “Yeah, she’s pretty cool. I met her this morning.”

 -Reggie barely heard any of what his teammate just said because he’s having a hard time not focusing on you.


 -Reggie hates 5th period, so he always shows up late.

-15 minutes’ pass before he decides he’s going to head to class now.

-That’s when he sees you struggling trying to carry a few books while you look over your class schedule.

-You’re late for your class because you have no idea where it’s located.

- “Hey.” you hear someone say behind you. When you turn around you’re greeted by a tall boy with a very nice smile.

- “Hey.” you say.

- “Here let me help you with that, Your Y/N, right? I’m Reggie.” he says as he grabs the books out of your hand.

- “Thank you. Yes, I’m new here. Which is why I’m struggling trying to find my next class.” You say looking over your schedule again.

- “I might be able to help with that.”

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Hold Me

Originally posted by alphabetbet

Raphael x Reader

Hold Me

Prompt: Could you write a Raph one where his s/o is in a random mood for major cuddles and he gives in to her cravings for affection and practically showers her in it with lots of fluff??? Thanks! 😄😄😄

You stared at your phone for a few long moments. You needed cuddles. And you needed them now. You picked up your phone and pulled up Raph’s contact and punched in a text.

Hey.

Hey.

Can you come over? Pretty, pretty please?

Yeah, why?

I’m looooonely. And booooored. And…I really need someone to cuddle with.

Do ya think I’m some sorta personal teddy bear, shorty?

Pleeeeeaaaaaase?

The guys are gonna tease me.

Then don’t tell them.

Raph?

U there?

Idk if you’re worth gettin’ teased over…

Raaaaaaaaph.

Hush. I’m comin’. Give me a minute.

Yesssssss.

Dork.

You love it.

I know. Yer lucky I care.

I know.

You waited for the big buff turtle in red to show up at your window. He wasn’t your boyfriend, despite the feelings you hoped he shared. But God, you wanted him to be your boyfriend. Personally, Raphael hadn’t asked you out for one reason: he though he wasn’t good enough for you. You were pretty, smart, funny, and worst of all…you were human. A pretty, smart, funny human girl could have any guy on the face of the earth. Why would you want a mutant reject that lived in the sewers?

But nonetheless, he showed up at your window a few minutes later, heart pounding and extremely nervous for whatever was going to come next. Sure, the two of you had had movie nights, but you had never cuddled. Ever. He wasn’t even sure why you had asked him to come here to satisfy your craving for touch.

Three taps on the window signaled his arrival. You slid the window up and helped him clamber inside. He looked down at you in your cute little Deadpool onesie. And though he tried to ignore it, he couldn’t deny that you looked good in red. Really good.

“Well, you look cozy.” He smirked. You smiled.

“Picked out a movie for us.”

“Oh yeah? Which one?”

“Fantastic Four.”

“Are ya kiddin’ me?”

“Nope.”

“Yer kiddin’ me. Didn’t that bomb?”

“Yeah, but…” you blushed at the thought that ran through your head. “Nevermind. Just settle in. I’ll make the popcorn. Wanted it to be fresh.”

He watched you run off to the kitchen while he got settled in your bed. It creaked under his weight. God, sometimes he forgot how heavy he was. How huge he was. And then there was you, this delicate little flower that he was so scared he would break.

Every time he thought about you, his heart did a backflip. The mere inkling of you was enough to drive him crazy. The thought of your tiny little hands in his, your tiny little feet and all of your adorable human toes. And then came the thoughts of how your skin would feel against his, how soft and silky it must be compared to his rough scales and callouses.

He exhaled a sigh, mentally scolding himself. There was no reason to tease himself with something he couldn’t have.

“Comfy?” You asked, setting the popcorn on the table beside your bed, which was pushed up against the wall. Raph was hunkered into your mound of pillows, half laying down, half propped up.

“Y-yeah. Sure am.” He wanted to punch himself for stuttering. You smirked a little and hopped into the bed beside him, transitioning to a comfy position laying on top of him, head pressed against his plastron. And there, thump-thumping in his chest was his heart. You smiled as you listened to it hammer, faster and faster with each second you were there with him. “Am I doin’ this right?”

“Doing what right?”

“You know…cuddlin’. Or whatever.” He paused, exhaling a somewhat embarrassed breath. “I ain’t exactly a pro.”

“You’re doing fine.” You giggled. “Just…here.” You pulled one of his muscular arms around your back and snuggled deeper into his plastron. “Perfect.”

“All right. Good.” He grabbed a handful of popcorn with his free hand and you started the movie.

***

“So which of ‘em’s yer favorite?” he asked as the credits rolled. Your heart hammered. Here was the moment. The moment you were hoping he would set up. And now you could finally take the opportunity laid out before you.

“The Thing.” You replied casually. He let out a little breath of surprise.

“Why’s that?”

“Because…” You blushed as deep as Raph’s mask. “I like my guys big and strong and a little rough around the edges.” You shrugged. “But I mean, where would I ever find a guy like that?”

“Yer sayin’…” It took him a few seconds to put the pieces together. “Me. Ya…ya like me.”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“The reasons previously stated, and also: you might not admit it, but you, Raphael, are a huge softy and I love that.”

“I ain’t soft.”

“Look at us right now.”

“Point taken.”

“And your eyes are gorgeous.”

“Umm…”

“And you’re super buff and brave, and you’ve saved the world like twice and-”

“Why not Leo?” Raph’s words caused a sudden silence.

“What?”

“Leo’s all ‘uh those things. He could treat ya right.”

“Okay, but I don’t love Leo, Raph. I love you.”

“Y-you what?” Raph almost choked.

“I. Love. You.”

“I l-love you too.” He paused, mulling over the exchange that had just gone down. “So then are we…are ya my girlfriend?”

“Do you want me to be your girlfriend?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Then I think that answers that question, boyfriend.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then it hit you. That was the first kiss he had ever received. Ever. The blush that spread across his cheeks only confirmed your theory. You were not going to let this moment pass without taking it one baby step further. You pressed a soft hand against his rough face and turned it to face you. His eyes darted from your lips back to your eyes and he gulped, green eyes wide as you leaned closer to him.

Raphael decided in a single moment that your lips were the softest things on earth. They were also the sweetest things he had ever tasted, freshly coated in cherry lip gloss. Bright and red and now they were his to kiss whenever he wanted. This night had taken an unexpected turn indeed. But he couldn’t complain. He would never complain, so long as he had you.

“So uh…now what?” He asked after a long pause.

“Well…we could pop in another movie and cuddle some more, or we could go back to the lair and brag to your brothers.” You suggested. Raph smirked, imagining the look on Leo’s dumb face when he came home with a girlfriend.

“We’re goin’ to the lair.”

“That’s what I thought.”

Don’t Say Anything (part 7)

Summary: You finally decide to tell Bucky that you’ve been in love with him since the day you met but what happens when you walk in on him with a girl? And not just any girl; Natasha.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Pietro being a little shit, Bucky being annoying

A/N: You guys wanted Bucky’s pov so I’m giving you Bucky’s pov. I hope you like it :) Have any of you watched Rupaul’s Drag Race? What do you think about season 9? Who’s your fav so far? I like Shea Coulee, Nina Bo’nina Brown, Aja, Peppermint but my number 1 is definitely Farrah Moan. I don’t really like Trinity Taylor so far though.


“Movie night!” Tony’s voice rang throughout the building. “I have taken the liberty of choosing a movie already.”

Everyone filed into the living room, sitting down where open spots were. Nat and Bucky sat next to each other on the couch opposite of you while Pietro plopped down beside you, wrapping his arm behind you on the sofa.

“What movie is it?” Steve questioned.

“A little something I like to call ‘How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days’.” Tony smiled as he clicked play on the movie. Everyone groaned.

“We watched this last week.” Wanda spoke.

“And we’re watching it this week as well.”

“Someone else needs to pick a movie for movie night. It can’t always be you, Tony.” Nat laughed, curling up next to Bucky.

Tony rolls his eyes and takes a seat next to Steve, opting not to respond to the red head. 20 minutes into the movie, Natasha scoots towards Bucky. He lifts his arm, allowing Nat to cuddle up to him even more. He wraps his arm around her, pulling her ever so close to him. Bucky kisses Nat’s temple all while looking directly at you.

The super soldier felt his heart break when he saw a flash of hurt in your eyes.

Is she okay? Why does she look so sad? Was it Pietro? If he did anything to Y/N..

He was pulled from his thoughts when Pietro placed a pillow on Y/N’s lap and laid down. Her hands instantly go to his hair, fingers threading the blonde locks. Bucky felt his body tense up at the sight. He remembers when you would run your fingers through his hair after he had a nightmare or even when you two were just hanging out.

“I love when you run your fingers through my hair, my love.” Pietro sighed happily, loud enough for Bucky to hear. He gripped the couch when he heard you giggle.

Bucky doesn’t know why he was feeling this way. He had Nat. There’s no way he liked you.. Right? No. Absolutely not. You were just his friend. Natasha was the whole package. He looked down at Nat who was under his arm and smiled. But his smiled faded all too fast when he looked back at you and Pietro, seeing him making you giggle even more.

Bucky rolled his eyes. “Some of us are trying to watch a movie.” he glared directly at Pietro.

The two of you look over at him and Pietro smirked. “Then watch it.”

“I can’t when you keep making Y/N laugh.” the brunette snapped.

“Hearing Y/N laugh is a problem? I think her laugh is music to my ears.” he smiled, knowing how angry he was making Bucky.

“Do that some other time.” Bucky was trying to keep his cool and trying not to cause a scene but judging by how everyone was looking at him, it was clear that he had made a scene.

“When you love someone-”

“Oh shut up!” Bucky cut Pietro off. The blonde opened his mouth to say something back until you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.

“Stop it.” you mutter. “C’mon, Piet. Let’s go to sleep.”

You nudge him with your knee and he stands up, offering his hand to you which you gladly take. Bucky watches as you leave the room and his mouth opens and closes. He wanted to tell you to stay, to come sit next to him, but he didn’t.

When he heard your door shut, he leaned back into the couch, closed his eyes and let out a long, frustrated sigh.


He spent the next day lying in bed with Nat. It was a lazy day for the team. It was good to get some down time.

“Bucky.” Nat said softly as her fingers traced his arm.

“Hmm?” he hummed in response. All he’s been thinking about was you. He had no idea why. And now that Pietro was here, being all clingy and shit, it wasn’t helping.

“Is something wrong?”

He gives her a confused look. “Why would there be something wrong?”

Nat shrugged. “You’ve just been acting a bit weird ever since Y/N found out about us.”

“I was just scared that she’d tell everyone.” he murmured.

“We told everyone we were dating a couple of days ago, Bucky and you’re still being weird. Like, what was that last night?” the red head moved to sit up. Bucky copied her actions.

“What was what?” he knew what she was talking about but played dumb.

“You going off on Pietro. He didn’t even do anything.” she replied.

“He was making Y/N laugh.”

“So? Steve’s laughed during a movie and you’ve never gave him shit for it.”

“It was disrupting the movie, Nat. The movie that I was trying to watch.” he tried his best not to roll his eyes because if he did, she’d murder him.

“Wanda and Tony have disrupted plenty of movies - I have too and not once have you said anything. Something’s wrong. I know you don’t really like Pietro but you usually ignore him.” she says and she’s right. Bucky would usually ignore Pietro whenever he was over. So why was last night any different?

Bucky sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Natasha. I just got irritated, alright?”

“Is this because him and Y/N are a thing now? Are you mad that she might be replacing you with him?” Nat questioned and Bucky gave her a look.

“What do you mean by ‘thing’? They’re not together. There’s no way in hell that they’re together.” his voice raised as he spoke. Y/N would never date Pietro. He knew she wouldn’t.

“I wouldn’t doubt it.” she shrugged. “They make a cute couple.”

Bucky’s jaw tenses. “No they don’t.”

Natasha knits her eyebrows together. “What’s wrong with you, seriously? You can’t be happy for Y/N? She’s getting over that asshole she used to like.”

“Pietro is an asshole.”

Natasha rolled her eyes at the super soldier but before she could reply, the door opened, revealing Y/N and wow did she look beautiful.

She looks beautiful everyday, what am I thinking?

“Hey guys.” you say softly, eyes wandering between Bucky and Nat.

“Hey snooka.” Nat greeted. Y/N gives her a little smile before turning to Bucky.

“Sorry if I interrupted something but I was wondering if you still had those coupons for free milkshakes?” you tilt your head in the most adorable way and Bucky smiled.

“Yeah, I do. Why? You wanna go get some milkshakes?” he couldn’t hide the excitement in him. Just the thought of hanging out with Y/N for the day made him so happy. The last time you two had hung out together was the day at the zoo and that didn’t go so well. He still doesn’t know why you broke down crying.

“Umm.. I was gonna take Pietro with me. We don’t want to stay in the building all day.” you say, biting the inside of your cheek.

His eyes went dark and he clenched his hands. Getting milkshakes was a Y/N and Bucky thing, not a Y/N and Pietro thing.

“Uh, well here.” he digs around in his drawer before pulling out the coupons. Bucky stood up and walked around his bed to hand over the papers. “I can come if you want. We haven’t hung out together in a while.”

You bit your bottom lip. “No, it’s fine. You stay here with Nat, maybe some other time.” you take the coupons from his hand. “Thanks Bucky.”

He watches as you walk out of his room and over to the elevator where Pietro was waiting for you. The blonde makes eye contact with Bucky and smirked as he draped his arm around your shoulders before entering the elevator.


A/N: Here you gooooooo, tell me what ya think! :)

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Such A Sap ~Freaky February~ (S.R)

prompt: Hi, do you think you could write a Spencer Reid smut? Like, he gets jealous of Morgan flirting with the reader cause they’ve been dating for a year or so and has to claim her? You’re an awesome writer, I live for your smut <3

Pairing: Spencer x Reader

Word Count: 1.27k

Warning: None(a little long before you reach the smut)

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More Words on Art Theft

I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but please.

Stop. reposting. art. 😢

Many of you do this without malicious intent and even think you’re doing us a favor. I understand. You want to share things with the world. But like writing papers, you either need to have permission from the original artist OR you need to cite them (give them credit). Sometimes, an artist will allow either/or. Others, like myself, do not allow art reposted at all, credited or not. Only a certain few have permission and with specific pieces only. Here’s a definition for what art reposts are:

“Saving an image/art into your hard drive/computer/phone as a separate file and then proceeding to upload that file onto your profile(s).”

I’ll be honest. I’m tired. A lot of us are. Artists are constantly facing a battle with art theft and more than half the time, they lose by giving up or they stop making art entirely. I’ve since gotten into a habit of reporting whenever I’m alerted but I have no time to go hunting down for art reposts. Most recently, I experienced a case of an art reposter deliberately hiding their actions behind a private account, which brings me to this post.

First of all, to those who I’ve already reported from, please understand, I am not angry, nor do I hate any of you. I’m simply disappointed and while you may not care how I feel, you have to realize that what you’re doing is technically illegal and against the Terms and Regulations of the websites you re-upload art in. I just want you all to learn/realize that.

And I’m saying this now. It doesn’t matter if you’re using a public or private account. 

I have actually experienced a few occasions where a private account follows me and I notice that they appear to be fan-accounts. I’ve tried to ignore those. However, with this most recent issue, I attempted to follow back one of my followers, mostly out of curiosity (and a bit of suspicion). Long story short, I was rejected. In the end I found out that that they had over a thousand posts, majority of which were art reposts, a few from mine, many others from friends and other artists. But based on how I was rejected by the user, it’s clear they did not want me to see any of that (nor do I believe they would allow other original artists to see their account either). 

I won’t divulge how I found out or who I’m talking about in confidentiality.

So with that, I’m telling you straight. Just because you’re on a private account does not mean you’re safe from getting caught. 

I don’t try to single out anyone regarding this issue. Like I said, I don’t go hunting. So if you find yourself getting reported then, you probably just lucked out, I suppose. At least when it comes to my pieces.

 When I report something, it’s simply because I’m a copyright holder and I need to protect my work. I don’t do it out of spite. If anything, I do it to teach. I’d rather see an account change their ways than have their entire Instagram/Youtube account taken down because of multiple copyright violations. 

So if you’re one of these people, please, I implore you to take down any artwork that you know is not supposed to be there (i.e the artists do not want their work reposted/You do not have permission to re-upload their work). 

Here’s one way to think about this: Artists take time to make their artwork and post it online. You would take *less* time putting an image through a search engine to find the original source of the picture. Just saying! ^^ 

You. Are. Better. Than. This.

Now, if you have any grievances or comments (say, you’re one of the people I reported from or you’re guilty of reposting art), you may message me on Tumblr. I am opening the floor.

TL;DR: STOP. RE-UPLOADING OR REPOSTING. ART. 

RFA+Saeran Suicidal MC

Can you write headcanons for the rfa and saeran with an mc who wants to kill herself because she feels like she doesn’t matter and nothing she does will ever matter

I got this prompt before things went downhill on my end, and I’m so sorry it has taken me a while until I was able to write this for you, anon.

I really hope you’re doing okay, and know that you’re loved. Please if you need help, remember to talk to loved ones, friends, or to look up suicide hotlines for your area (Google as an incognito mode if you’re stressed about your history). If you’re thinking of therapy I used to use BetterHelp.com. They had an app and it was nice not having to voice all the negatives, just writing them down. And some places offer free therapy as well.

Do not be ashamed for wanting/needing help. It’s so much better than the alternative.


Zen

- He showered you with compliments on the daily.

- He didn’t know you. You were still just some person behind a text message screen.

- Why did he care so much?

- Out of the camera’s prying eyes, you locked yourself in the late Rika’s room, curling up beside her bed.

- She was so much better than you in every way, so much more lovable, likeable. No one ever batted an eye to you unless it was just to be flirted with.

- You knew those advances would go away the moment they saw you for who you were.

- Some over-depressed whiny fuck.

-  You covered your face, hating how harsh you had to be to yourself, when you heard the phone ring. You peaked over, the action seemingly taking over a year, but you recognized the face on the ID.

- Zen.

- You answered, a low “Hello”, to which he acted surprised to.

- “Eh? Are you sick? Did our RFA princess get a cold?

- Silence. Long enough that you heard him shuffle with the phone, probably to check if you were still on the line.

- “Mc? Hey, are you okay?

- “Why do you care?”

- “…What kind of question is that?

- You scoffed.

- “Hey, whats up? What’s wrong?

- “What, you going to just flirt with me? Save the damsel in distress who you don’t even know?” You swallowed, the action making your throat feel like it was being torn apart. 

- “I do know-

- “No you don’t! You don’t even know what I look like, let alone how I act! How I really am! Just some selfish fuck up who can’t even compare to that Rika girl you all keep talking about!”

- Silence again, and your felt your heart manage to break even more. “That’s what I thought, you can’t even-”

- “No, I’m still here. I’m listening.

- “To what?”

- “To you. To you venting. Mc, please just. Keep going.

- Out of anger you did. Anger towards yourself, towards the group. He listened. He listened as anger turned into broken sobs that had your chest heaving.

- He kept quiet for a moment, making sure he wasn’t interrupting you again.

- “You’re right, I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like, but you know what? I don’t care. Because while I don’t know you that well, I know already you’re a good person. You’re helping us while your heart is so burdened with stress, while you have the weight of us on your shoulders. Do you know how many others would do that? None. In fact, the one that did is gone now. And even as upset you are with us talking about her, you’re still willing to help, you’re still willing to listen to idiot romantics like me, while you’re struggling so much. But you know what? We’re here for you. These strangers that you’re taking care of, we’re here for you too. No matter how silly, no matter how late, you can call me. Text me. If you feel like this please, please, just talk to me or one of the guys who makes you feel more comfortable, if you can’t talk to anyone else. Just please, yell at me, blame me, but god please don’t do anything to yourself.

- “I-I-I’m so ssorry-”

- “Don’t. We all have our bad moment. When I see you at that party, I’ll give you all the hugs I can’t give you right now, and all the ones no one else was able to give you. So stick around until then at least, okay?”

- You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “O-Okay.”

- He stayed on the phone with you to calm you down, getting you to agree to sleep on the couch so Seven could make sure you were okay. He stayed on the phone for hours, just listening, singing at times, humming encouragement. 

- And when the two of you finally met, he couldn’t let go of you, and you never wanted to let go of him.

Jumin

- He was used to coming home and you greeting him with a smile, warming his heart and taking the stress from work that day. Even Elizabeth 3rd didn’t have that effect all the time

- But seeing you curled up on the bed, motionless, face soaked in tears, had him dropping his suitcase and rushing to you

- “Mc? Mc, are you alright?”

- You weakly looked up at him, dried eyed threatening to tear up again. “No.” God, every part of you hurt admitting that, but you just wanting some emotion to grace you, something other than pain and numbness

- “Do I need to call the doctor? It’ll just-”

- “No, no please, just.” You weakly reached out for his hand, and he immediately grasped yours. Even just tilting your head felt like it took your whole energy reserve away. “I need you.”

- He laid down beside you, pulling you into his arms. “Love, please. What’s wrong?”

- “I don’t know what to do anymore.”

- “About what?”

- “I’m such a fucking waste of space Jumin, I can’t do anything right anymore.”

- He jerked away slightly, looking you in the eyes.

- “Don’t you dare even begin to think that. Don’t you dare.”

- Tears starting spilling from your eyes again as you were forced to look directly at him, your shoulders shaking.

- “But I am-”

- “No,” He kissed your forehead, but his voice was stern, even slightly shaky. “You are the most amazing thing to happen to me, you are the best thing to grace my presence each morning I open my eyes, you are so much more than that, mc. Please.”

- You had never seen Jumin cry, but now you felt it. He was holding you tight, burying his face in your hair, as he struggled to keep composed as his body shook.

- “Please, mc. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

- You clung tightly to him, muttering a mantra of apologies as he made a mental list of how to help you exactly.

- He would going to start telling you he loved you six times a day, kiss you every moment he could, call you every small two minute break he had just to tell you he thought of you. 

- God, just anything. Anything to keep you here with him, and to feel like yourself again. Not this husk.

Jaehee

- Jaehee knew a few of the signs, just from excessive research she did after hearing about the late Rika.

- Maybe a few other reasons

- The two of you were closing up the shop for the night, you washing the dishes as she swept. However, she had stopped ages ago, watching you stare at a knife with a dead-eyed half lidded stare.

- She knew. 

- Slowly, she walked behind you, taking your hands in hers and getting the knife away from you, holding you from behind.

- “Mc, don’t.”

- That’s all she said. She wasn’t even 100% sure that was what you were thinking, but you bursting into tears on the spot confirmed it.

- She cut the sink off, wrapping you in one of the fluffy clean towels, rocking you back and forth as you sobbed into her.

- She wanted to cry, felt like she needed to, but she held it in. For you, just for you. Just anything to make you happy.

- “Jaehee, I can’t- It’s so painful- I can’t even breathe-”

- “Shhh,” She kissed the back of your head, waiting for you to cry it out.

- When you finished, she turned you around, kissing the corners of your eyes.

- “We’re going to get you to a doctor.”

- “Jaehee, no-”

- “Yes,” Her voice cracked a bit, and she took a deep breath. “Mc, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I’ve learned so much about myself, I’m finally enjoying my life again, I feel like I finally learned what it’s like to feel alive-”

- “With me gone, you’ll-”

- “I’ll break, I’ll be in shambles. And I never, ever, want to see you like that. I never want to see your beautiful, shining, radiant face devoid of life. If that happened, I’d die, Mc. I would just stop.”

- She took a moment to rub her eyes, then to kiss you.

- “Please, please, just talk to me. I promise I love you, I promise I will do everything I can. Just please, god. Don’t hurt yourself.”

Yoosung

- Everything had been numb until now.

- Bad grades? Still workless? Numb.

- Yoosung drowning in games while you silently and mentally begged for his attention? Numb.

- You weren’t even sure what had snapped in you today, but as he was discussing a test he failed, sad over it, but a bit happy it wasn’t as bad as his past grades

- And you just broke down in tears

- He froze up, trying to figure out what he said wrong as you buried your face in your knees.

- “Mc? Mc, what happened? Are you okay?”

- He gingerly touched you, scared of provoking more tears, but when you leaned a bit closer he managed to bring your face up to look at him.

- “Mc, please, please, tell me what is wrong.”

- He was so scared. Were you going to break up with him? Did someone hurt you? What was happening?

- After a few moments of choked sobbing and garbled mutterings, you managed to clear your throat enough.

- “Yo-Yoosung, I can’t stand this anymore.”

- Oh god, you were breaking up, weren’t you? He took a deep breath. “Stand what?”

- “Just, I don’t fuckcing know,” you covered your face again. “Living. I can’t.”

- His heart sunk. Immediately he pulled you to him, tears already leaking.

- “Do-Don’t you dare. Don’t you dare, Mc. Please, god, don’t you dare.” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word, he didn’t want to even jinx it. “Please, god, don’t. I don’t know what I’d do.”

- You outright wailed.

- “I don’t have a job, I’m such a disgrace, I just-”

- “No,” He pushed your face into his shoulder, refusing to have you keep on. “You don’t know how much you mean to me, or the people around you. God, please, I went through this with Rika, Mc, just please, please, let me help you. I couldn’t-” His voice broke, “I couldn’t help her, please, god, let me help you.”

- The two of you broke down, just rocking back and forth on his bed, sobbing together. You, feeling so ashamed and sick. Yoosung, so scared and guilty. 

- After the two of you cried it out a bit, he covered you in kisses, refusing to stop until he felt like you knew how much he loved you. 

- He’d nearly beg Jumin to have him help you get help. He didn’t care if he had to become a slave to C&R for the rest of his life. Anything was better than losing you.

Seven

- No matter what you did, how much you told him you loved him, he pushed you away. 

- You couldn’t understand why for the life of you. He was so in love with you a while ago, and now it’s just this?

- It was you, right? You did something. You weren’t who he thought you were…Right?

- He didn’t even notice you leave the house.

- You threw your phone somewhere outside, and just walked. Walked until your feet felt sore, until your legs couldn’t take it.

- When you finally stopped, you were at an old park bench. It was late in the afternoon, almost dark, so no kids were around. You sat down, and held it in as you thought about what you were going to do.

- There was a river nearby, so that was an option, wasn’t it? And if you truly needed to you could fashion your sweater into some noose. It wouldn’t be too hard if you had your phone.

- Phone… Right. You threw that somewhere, didn’t you? You couldn’t even look up proper ways of killing yourself, could you? Managed to fuck up right until the end.

- You laughed to yourself, and as you did it slowly turned into hiccups. Into sobs.

- Soon you were sobbing on this abandoned park bench, like some fool. Some lovestruck fool that had no one to love her back.

- You didn’t know how long you were there, not until a loud screeching noise hit your ears, causing you to blink at the bright lights in front of you.

- “Mc? Oh thank god, thank god.”

- Seven ran to you, pulling you off the bench and hugging you tight.

- “I was so scared, I was so fucking scared. Are you okay? Are you hurt-”

- You shook him off, shooting a bitter glare his way.

- “Why do you care?”

- You could see the life leave him. He instantly teared up, reaching for you.

- “God, mc, I do, I do, god i do please. Please please, please pleaseplease, don’t do this-”

- “What, push you away like you-”

- He pulled you into a sloppy, wet, kiss. His tears mingling with his inability to kiss properly.

- “I know I’m an asshole, I know I don’t deserve you. I just get so scared- I’m so gross, so disgusting, so stupid, Mc. And you’re so smart, so kind, so fucking calm. And I don’t deserve you, not in the slightest, but here you are,” He managed a weak, choked, laugh. “Finally realizing…”

- He held you close, refusing to let go, as he sobbed into your chest. “God, mc, please. Come home, lets talk, and then you can beat me within an inch of my life, but please god don’t leave me, don’t, not like this. Not like this, just any other way, not like this.”

- You put your stubbornness aside. Still angry, but longing some validation.

- The two of you settled in his car, awkwardly cuddling in the back seat in the abandoned parking lot, trying to calm down enough to drive.

- And in that time frame, you realized he was just as scared as you were. Once he heard your plans, he begged you to get help, he even promised he would come along to therapy, just anything so you didn’t harm yourself like you were thinking. He needed to know you were safe, and he would never forgive himself if he couldn’t stop you.

- But you knew for damn sure he wasn’t going to push you away anymore, not even if his mind told him to. You deserved more.

Saeran

- When he saw your recent search histories, he nearly broke down himself, recognizing a few of the searches as ones he used to look up himself.

- You, the wonderful woman who welcomed him with open arms. Despite those he hurt, despite him trying to hurt you. When you first saw him, you immediately hugged him so tightly, whispering on how thankful you were that he was alright.

- Something he would never forget.

- And here he was, reading the results you got for painless suicide methods. Once he saw one connected to your recent behavior, he shot out of his seat and sprinted to wherever you could be.

- When he found you, he was the one to break into sobs. He was so mad, so fucking mad, that he couldn’t stay composed, but he needed you, he needed you so bad.

- He fell to his knees, clinging onto your legs.

- “Mc, please god, please don’t do it, please for fucking gods sake don’t leave me alone, don’t leave me with an empty bed and guilt, god Mc I can’t take it, I can’t.”

- As soon as he started sobbing, you connected the pieces pretty quickly, and felt your own tears pour.

- You slowly met him on the floor, where he held you in a death-like grip, begging you without any shame.

- “Why, why, why? Why?”

- “I’m just. Worthless, Saera-”

- “Don’t you fucking even think that for one moment. I’ve killed people, mc, I’ve killed people worse than you, I’ve beaten people. God, Mc, I’m worse than you. If anything I’m the one more deserving to go rather than you.”

- He broke down again, ending up blubbering. “If you go I don’t know what I’d do. You’re the only thing keeping me sane, please god Mc, please don’t. Please. Please.”

- He just kept begging, and you started to wail.

- The two of you stayed on the floor just cuddling each other, unsure of what else to do. It took hours until the both of you could stop crying, until the both of you held hands so tightly and talked about the help for you to get.

- He would do anything, just anything, for his beautiful heaven like sky not to be taken away from him.

Something Different (M)

Originally posted by scartic

Genre: Smut, Slight Fluff

Pairing(s): Chanyeol x Reader

Warning(s): Smuuuut, swearing, dirty talk, bondage, orgasm denial, spanking, blindfolding, and it’s smut with Chanyeol in it that in itself is a huge ass warning XD

Word Count: 4.7k

Summary: It had been weeks since you and Chanyeol had done anything together. You missed him a lot and you were growing increasingly frustrated with each passing day. One night while on your laptop you come across something that has you desiring more.

A/N: This was a HUGE pain in the ass to write so I really hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if you liked it, that would mean so much to meh ;-;

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Rhythm of the Beat- Part 3 (Final part!)

Based off a request by @thelittleredwhocould​​ for gender swap Wincest.

Summary: Sam and Dean get trapped in a vault after being turned into women by an ancient Egyptian god. Because of course they did. There’s only one way to get free. Because of course there is.

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 2450ish

Warning: Wincest, gender swapping, smut,

A/N: This one just happened. I’m not sorry. Hope you all enjoy it, and thanks for the love you showed the first two parts! XOXO


“What the hell are you doing?” Sam means to sound shocked, maybe a little angry, but his voice comes out low and hot instead, clearly needy instead of offended.

Dean leans in until their noses are almost touching, hands curled into Sam’s flannel so tight it’s going to rip any second. He’s not going to let Sam back out of this. There’s more here than that fucking curse, and Dean needs this.

“Tell me to stop.”

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Up Close and Personal

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Title: Up Close and Personal

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Word Count: 1,238

Warnings: fluff

A/N: This was requested by @mylittlesupertimewolf! I hope you all enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3

While Sam and Dean were at another location on a hunt, you and Castiel were doing the dirty work.  Which meant that you had to dig up a body and salt and burn it.  You had only known Castiel for a few weeks.  You still felt awkward around the angel, but to be fair, he felt the same way around you.  He never had the chance to acquaint himself with you, since you spent most of your time hunting.

“Are you sure this is the right grave Castiel,” you asked, setting the shovel down on the grass next to the six foot deep hole.  Castiel grabbed onto your arm, hoisting you out of the grave.  “I don’t wanna get this one wrong.”

“I’m sure,” Castiel affirmed.  “This is the man’s grave we are looking for.”  Castiel did a double take towards the grave.  The body you and him were supposed to salt and burn was gone, and the casket was open.

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Break Time Activities

Word Count: 1800ish

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Skinny dipping, public nudity (only Dean and Reader see each other naked), unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving), a shitty attempt at writing smut

Summary: The reader needs a break from a long night of researching, and Dean helps her unwind.

A/N: I dedicate this to my lovely friends @like-a-bag-of-potatoes and @melonshino…. I took a break from my Sam crisis to write this just for you guys ;-)

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“Hey Sammy, you find anything yet?” Dean asked tiredly through the speaker of his phone. “Y/N and I are starting to exhaust our options over here.”

“I’m still at the library… it seems like I’m not going to be leaving anytime soon,” Sam answered tiredly. You could almost picture him rubbing his forehead as he talked. “You’d be surprised at how big the lore section of this library is. I’ve never been to a library that is open all night.”

Both of the boys sounded drained, as did you. The three of you had been researching for a case for nearly three hours now - Sam left for the library while you and Dean stayed behind to look online for information. So far you had come up with squat.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Can I get a newly married rfa+saeran and v with MC? Just like normal Saturday morning fluff or something? With cute kisses and cuddling. Thank you so much. I love your blog!

Thank you so much! This is such a cute request, I seriously love it so much! I tried making it as fluffy as possible so I hope that you enjoy!! :)


Yoosung

  • Yoosung was still in shock that it had only been a week since he married the love of his life  
  • He was always the ‘baby’ of the RFA but he finally proved them all wrong being the first out of all the members to wed
  • And Yoosung couldn’t have been more content at the moment
  • He had a steady job as a veterinarian and you were living with him at his apartment, currently cuddling the heck out of each other
  • Yoosung was already the kind of cuddles before the two of you got married but he was being extra clingy today, but you didn’t mind
  • You had your back pressed against Yoosung’s chest as he lazily had his arms draped around you
  • “I love you so much my sweet MC”
  • Yoosung kissed the top of your neck and moved his way down to the bottom of it
  • When he got to the bottom, Yoosung buried his face into your neck - “I love you too Yoosung”
  • You could feel Yoosung’s smile on the back of your neck as your turned your head slightly to give him a proper kiss on the lips
  • The two of you sighed in happiness and when the short but passionate kiss broke, the two of you went back to your original positions
  • It may seem like a boring Saturday to some people, but to Yoosung, it was the greatest Saturday of his life with his favorite person in the world

Zen

  • Zen thought that there couldn’t have been a man happier then him the day he married you
  • He had finally found someone who didn’t just care about his looks, but you were someone who truly cared about Zen’s happiness
  • It had only been a few days since the two of you had wed but for Zen, it seemed like an eternity
  • These days were the best days in Zen’s mind
  • You and Zen were laying down in bed, your face buried into his strong chest
  • He was humming one of his favorite musical tunes while gently running his fingers through your hair
  • “You’re so perfect MC, I can’t believe that I’m able to call you mine”
  • You smiled as Zen placed multiple kisses on your forehead
  • He trailed the kisses down to your cheeks and placed one final, loving kiss on your lips
  • The two of you sighed in contentment as Zen readjusted you in his arms
  • He started singing your favorite song as you fell asleep in his arms
  • Zen smiled and made a promise to himself to always spend time like this with you since you were his beautiful princess

Jaehee

  • Jaehee never would have thought that she would meet the love of her life within an eleven day span
  • She thought that she was happy with her life until she met you, the one who showed her what true happiness was
  • You had given her the courage to stand up to Jumin and to finally do something for herself for once, and that courage was carried over to when she proposed to you
  • It had only been a week since the wedding and the two of you still had time off before you decided to re-open the cafe
  • You had dubbed it ‘Lazy Saturday’ and Jaehee did not oppose
  • The two of you were laying on your shared bed both on your backs but your hands were intertwined
  • Jaehee hesitantly grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss on the back of it
  • “Words cannot express how much I love you MC. Thank you for always being by my side”
  • She leaned in cautiously to kiss your hand again but you pulled Jaehee in for a tight hug instead
  • She stiffened for a moment before relaxing into your embrace, putting her own arms around you and gave you a light kiss on the lips
  • Jaehee rested her head near your chest to hear your heartbeat as she made a promise to always treasure and love her perfect partner

Jumin

  • Jumin never would have thought that someone like you would ever be able to break his tough exterior, but inevitably you did
  • Everyone saw Jumin as the emotionless ice prince which was the complete opposite of what he truly was
  • The day that Jumin first laid eyes on you, it was love at first sight
  • You helped Jumin discover that who he really was and how to express himself, a debt that no amount of money could ever repay
  • The two of you were wed only a week ago and Jumin treasured ever second of being your husband
  • You and Jumin were laying on your shared bed, with you resting your head on Jumin’s chest and his arms wrapped around you
  • Jumin gently rubbed the back of your hand as you traced random patterns on his chest
  • “All I feel is love whenever I’m with you MC. Stay with me forever my love”
  • You smiled at Jumin and he cupped your cheek and gave you a feather light kiss on your lips
  • He moved one of his hands to the back of your head and lifted you to deepen the kiss, wanting you to feel every ounce of love that he has for you
  • The two of you pulled away, both of you panting, but smiled feeling nothing but love from Jumin
  • He wrapped his arms back around you as you laid your head to his chest, returning to your original positions
  • Jumin noticed you fell asleep and smiled down at you, gently kissing the top of your head vowing to himself to always make you feel like the queen that you are

Seven

  • Seven still felt like he was dreaming ever since the day that he met you
  • He never thought that he deserved any kind of happiness, his mother told him that more than enough times when he was younger
  • But his life changed when he met you, you became the light in Seven’s dark life, something that he would never forget
  • So Seven decided to stop joking around and truly marry you at a space station
  • It was less than a week later since you and Seven wed and to say that it was the happiest day of his life was an understatement
  • All Seven wanted to do was cuddle and be in each other’s presence for the day and you happily obliged
  • You and Seven were laying down on the bed, his arms around you as you leaned your head into the crook of his neck
  • Seven lifted his head up to stare into your eyes, the eyes that saw his pain, the eyes that saw his silliness, and what he had hoped the most, the eyes that saw his love for you
  • “You’re my everything, my precious MC. My love for you is as large as the galaxy”
  • Seven kissed your shoulder, making his way to your neck, then finally to your lips giving you a kiss with all of his love
  • When the two of you parted, Seven gave you one of his signature goofy grins and snuggled back with you
  • Seven closed his eyes as vowed to make sure you would be happy, safe, and feel all of his love, making sure that your future would be bright with him at your side

V

  • V never realized what true love felt like until he met you
  • Even though he thought he was in love when he was with her, V understood that love wasn’t suppose to feel like when he was with her
  • But when V found you, his entire world changed for the better
  • You taught him that it was okay to be selfish, to voice his own opinion, to let people know how he himself truly felt
  • How couldn’t V fall in love with someone as caring as you?
  • So the you of you got married and the amount of tears shed by the two of you could fill up a pond
  • It was a few days after the wedding and V was laying down on the bed with you wrapped around his long arms
  • You buried your face into his arm as V gently stroked your side
  • “You truly are an angel MC. I promise to love you forever and always”
  • V dipped his head down to kiss your nose, then your cheeks, and finally a small yet loving kiss on your lips
  • He radiated love and you couldn’t help but smile at his gentleness
  • You wrapped yourself back around V’s arms, closing your eyes in contentment and drifting into sleep
  • V held you close to him, never wanting to let you go, never wanting you to leave his side and as he placed one final kiss on your forehead, V fell into sleep himself as he dreamed about all the ways he would make you feel his love

Unknown

  • Saeran would never understand why you would choose someone like him to be with
  • To say Saeran’s life was hell is putting it lightly
  • All of his life Saeran was used and abused, only feeling a slight amount of love when Seven was with him in the small time during his childhood
  • But then he met you, Saeran thought of you as just someone he could use but he somehow ended up falling in love with you, and you returned the feeling of love
  • Somehow Saeran managed to propose to you and to his surprise, you said yes
  • It’s taken some time, but Saeran finally became comfortable around you and one of his favorite things to do was to cuddle with you
  • You always made him feel warm and safe but this time, he wanted it to be the other way around
  • Saeran had you wrapped around his arms and your head against his neck
  • He listened as you softly hummed to him, feeling your warmth always made Saeran feel at peace
  • “I truly believe that you’re my soulmate MC. I…I love you so much”
  • Saeran slowly leaned down and pressed a quick kiss on your lips, his cheeks turning slightly pink
  • You giggled and reached up to kiss him again, this time with more passion and love
  • He kissed you back as deeply as he could and when the two of you finally parted, you could see a small smile form on his lips
  • Saeran noticed you cuddle back into his arms and slowly fall asleep and seeing your perfect face reaffirmed Saeran’s love for you with him vowing to protect and love you because you truly were the best thing to happen in his life and he had no plans of ever letting you go
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Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Summary: You thought that you were holding him down, making him unhappy, so you did what you thought was for the best.

Word Count: 3894

Originally posted by jengkook

The cup of coffee was piping hot as you took a sip from the mug. Your tongue stung as soon as the warm liquid grazed it. Around you, you saw various people sitting at their own tables around the cafe. Some were like you: students studying in comfort of sweet coffee and free wifi. Some were friends going out having a quick dinner. And some were couples going on a cute late night date. 

It wasn’t a lie to say that you were envious of them because you were envious of them. You weren’t envious because you didn’t have a boyfriend because, as a matter of fact, you did have a boyfriend. You had a loving, caring, adorable, sweet boyfriend that’d do anything for you. But the thing that you were envious of was that these couples were different. These couples got to go on dates, get to hug each other, get to kiss….you? Your situation was a bit different.

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Night Out | SEHUN

Pairing: Sehun (EXO) x Reader

Word Count: 3168

Summary: The second you see Sehun on a night out, you decide that you want him all to yourself. He doesn’t seem to mind either. 

** THIS IS A SERIES IN WHICH I WILL RANDOMLY PICK A SONG IN MY PLAYLIST AND WRITE WHATEVER IT INSPIRES ME TO WRITE **

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


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Is It Okay?

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Mixed Race!Reader, Steve, and Tony
Warnings: Angst, talk of 40’s culture and treatment towards POC, nothing much this is mostly fluff
Summary: Bucky’s mind is still in the 1940’s so when he sees a girl of colour who he likes, he’s frazzled on whether he should ask her out on a date or not. What would people think? He turns to Steve for advice.
Word Count: 1390

A/N: I DON’T MEAN TO OFFEND ANYONE, THIS WAS A REQUEST AND IF YOU WANT IT TAKEN DOWN PLEASE DON’T HESITATE TO ASK ME TO DO IT! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND I HOPE THIS WAS OKAY <3 <3 <3

Originally posted by calif0rnia-lovers

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View | jaehyun

Genre: bodyguard!AU | fluff, yikes! so much angst, mild swearing and a lot of sarcasm.

Member: Jaehyun / reader (3rd person perspective!!!!!)

Word count: 3000+

Note: sorry part 2 took so long, thank you all for being so patient!!

part: one | two

Australia

“This is unnecessary.” She mutters angrily, rubbing her forehead.

The scenery depicted through the car window is one she expected from Sydney. The clear ocean waves that threaten surfers and the laid back Australian attitude she dreamed of having. She doesn’t have to look behind her to know that there are two police cars tailing them, just as there are two in front.

“This is protocol.” Jaehyun reminds from beside her.

This is ridiculous.” She snaps back angrily, burying herself lower into the leather seat.

“You’re a brat.” he scoffs, rubbing his eyes like he’s tired of her.

She turns to glare at him, “Fuck you.”

“This death threat is serious.” He reminds, wide eyed, “They are not kidding so your protection is currently the police’s highest priority.”

She rolls her eyes and sneers, “It’s a bunch of kids messing around, it’s nothing.” She assures tiredly. “I just wanted to spend some time with my friends and visit some museums and now I can’t even do that because you’re over reacting.”

“I’m trying to protect you!” he retorts angrily.

“I don’t need your protection!” She roars with such ferocity that if he weren’t sitting he would have taken a step back. She slips reluctantly back into silence and huffs, wrinkling her nose. Her cheeks are flushed and he can tell she’s trying to calm down when her nails dig into the skin of her arm. “Is it so hard to understand that I just want to be normal?” she adds, quieter, but the type of quiet where the storm behind it is trying to tiptoe around the issue.

He watches her sadly and clasps his fingers together, not sure what to do with his hands, “But you’re not-”

If you asked her to recount the events, she would say she’s only seen them in her nightmares. She wouldn’t be able to give you a play by play but she remembers the screams. She remembers the broken glass and the blood that covered her fingers, dripping between her rings. She remembers the way he looked, like he was scared he would lose her. She remembers her head slamming into the seat before her and she remembers the blood curdling screech that came crawling out of her throat as she car flipped over.

She remembers Jaehyun holding onto her like she was a fragile china doll and she remembers the way it felt when the bullet grazed arm. She remembers screaming- she remembers looking for him, praying he was safe while she fumbled through the smoke and blood to find him. “Jae!” she croaks from where she’s lying against the roof.

Her legs are trapped between the seat and the floor and she tries to move but there’s a sharp pain that stabs somewhere in her chest. “Jaehyun.” she calls again, louder this time before erupting into a fit of coughs that wracked her body until blood spurts from her mouth. What the hell.

She hears distant sirens that are actually closer than she knows and she wafts the smoke away from her eyes, trying to find any indication as to where he could be. She wriggles her foot out from its trapped spot and crawls along the broken glass to where he was originally sat. “Jae.” she repeats to no avail as she finds nobody there.

The door on his side has been ripped off and she drags herself painfully through the broken glass as the distant sirens indicate help is on the way. she notices the police cars surrounding that have all crashed into various things and almost scoffs but then she scratches her whole upper arm on a sharp piece of glass and hisses. “Princess…” a voice croaks and she look up suddenly, the air rushing out of her lungs.

He’s laying down on the floor with blood on his shirt and scrapes on his face but his eyes are full of relief when he realises she’s okay. “Are you-” he starts coughing, his entire body shaking, “-okay?”

She drags herself over to him despite the fact that every single part of her hurts like she’s being stabbed by a thousand screwdrivers. He reaches out, wincing but still grabs her hand as she finally collapses beside him. “What happened?” she begs, tears in the corners of her eyes at seeing him like this, their bloodied fingers clinging to each other.

She can see the ambulances screeching to a halt but everything’s a haze of lights and sirens and his distant soft smile as he breathes strenuously, “You’re okay.” he groans, suddenly clutching his shoulder and s c r e a m i n g in utter agony and she realises he’s been shot. He hisses, his breathing coming out in short pants and his other hand doesn’t leave hers as she squeezes it- like she’s trying to keep him grounded.

“Help!” she shouts through the blood in her hair, “Help him!”

He manages to grin slightly, “Still think I can’t protect you?” he whispers.

She’s lost for words. Completely stunned into silence.

It’s her fault.

None of this would have happened if she hadn’t been there, if he hadn’t been working for her. She’s overwhelmed with this sense of guilt and her heart drops in her chest because she realises just how awful a person she is. She keeps hurting those around her, she keeps putting everyone in danger, she keeps hurting those she loves and only wants to protect for as long as she lives.

She realises that he could die because of who she is and how much he means to her. She swallows, her palms frozen around his hand and doesn’t say anything as his breathing continues to shallow. Even when the paramedics sprint over and start putting them on board and stabilising their spines, she doesn’t have anything to say.

She stops one of the paramedics with panic in her eyes, “Please make sure he’s okay.” she begs. The paramedic just nods and that’s enough to relieve her of a small amount of guilt. But how much water can you take out of a well at once?

Her: 2

Jae: 2


“You’re not supposed to leave your bed.” Jaehyun reminds, shuffling in the wheelchair.

She shrugs from behind him where one hand is wrapped around the handle bars and she’s pushing him down the corridor, “Neither are you.”

“My job is to go where you go.” he points out.

She rolls her eyes, “Not when you have six broken ribs, five metal pins in your knee, severe head trauma and you died on the operating table twice because of that fucking gunshot wound.” she hisses angrily and under her breath as she turns the corner and carries on down the freezing corridor towards the gardens.

“Well what about you?” he retorts, almost childishly pointing at her with the hand that isn’t trapped in a sling.

She narrows her eyes and continues to push his wheelchair towards the greenery she’s been promised, “What about me?” she asks tiredly, almost like she’s bored of this conversation.

Everytime he looks at her, he’s reminded of how he failed. How he couldn’t completely protect her and how she’s going to have scars on her body for the rest of her life. His voice is suddenly sombre, quiet and full of guilt, “You’ve got three broken ribs, a broken arm, 42 stitches in your thigh and whiplash.” he reminds, both himself and her.

She frowns, sensing the change in tone and then laughs heartily, “Alright, this isn’t a competition.” she scoffs.

“Not one you’re winning at least.” he smirks, trying his best to bury the guilt she knows he’s feeling.

The sliding double door open automatically and they’re immediately hit with a rush of fresh and warm air that envelops them in a hug and beckons them outside. His wheelchair bumps over the stone tiles and he’s pretty sure wheelchair motion sickness is a thing because he might just throw up. (she reminds him it’s a side effect of the concussion and he scoffs, ‘my head is fine’. She raises an eyebrow, ‘alright, how many fingers am i holding up.’ but he doesn’t move to look at her, ‘i don’t need to turn around to know you’re swearing at me’.)

She pushes him along the path, past other patients who are sitting outside, until they reach an empty bench. She leaves him beside it and takes a seat right one the edge, next to him. They’re both dressed in hospital gowns with butterfly plasters over their faces and scratches on their arms. Her arm is in a sling and the wrist on her other hand carries a hospital ID bracelet.

She takes a deep breath, the first breath of fresh air she’s had since the accident which seems like years ago at this point even though the evidence is clear it was recent. “You were right.” she admits, nodding.

He shrugs, “I usually am.”

She spares him a quick glare but shakes her head, “I should have taken it seriously.”

He doesn’t say anything, only looks around the garden. His fingers twist the leaf from a bush as he coughs awkwardly. “You’re alive aren’t you?”

They don’t say anything just yet. Choosing to bask in the cold morning air as she wind rustles through the trees and the leaves swirl along the pavement. There are rose bushes and sunflowers that tower over the other plants like they’re in charge. The other patients chatter and gossip and exchange stories. The cancer patients are smiling and she’s pleasantly surprised, but she can see the shadows in their eyes when they look away from each other.

“Thank you.” she blurts, looking down at her feet.

He frowns, “What for?”

She scoffs, “Saving my life.”

He nods, “It’s kind of my job.” he reminds. And when he doesn’t say anything he just nudges her arm, “Come on, don’t make this deep that’s not who you are.”

She flinches away from him and clutches her shoulder with a glare, “Hey, i’ve got stiches there.” she snaps and he rolls his eyes.

“Don’t be a wimp, i got shot.” he reiterates for like, the hundredth time.

She waves her hands, “Wow, how long are you going to milk that?” she sighs tiredly.

He looks aghast, “how long am i- listen here princess-” but she doesn’t let him finish, only presses her thumb against the bullet wound, enough to hurt him so that he hisses and bats her away with an angry scowl that hides a smile because they’re back to themselves now. She laughs when he clutches his shoulder and he shakes his head,  “I am never risking my life for you ever again.” he assures.

She laughs, throwing her head back and holding her hand to her chest when she still sees the betrayal in his eyes, “You’re so dramatic.”

“Oh yeah?” he smirks in response, pressing the ball of his hand into her thigh and she suddenly stops laughing, sucking in a sharp breath as her neck snaps forward and she digs her nails into his wrist.

Yah! What the fuck?” she growls and this time, he laughs, her hand still wrapped around his wrist.

“You should have seen your face!” he chuckles, shaking his head.

She glares, “You want me to see if I can give you an extra pin in your knee?” she threatens, wriggling her eyebrows as she balls her hand into a fist.

He glares, “I swear to god i’m gonna sue you for hostile work environment”

Her: still 2

Jae: still 2


‘If you’re reading this, two things have happened. One, you’ve woken up, and two, I’ve left. Don’t worry, i’m going home where i’ll be safe from any more attempts on my life.

There are a lot of things i want to say to you, a lot of things i don’t know how to say, but a lot of things i wish i could.

I wish you could stay with me. I wish we could stay together.

I wish you hadn’t taken this job. I really, really wish you hadn’t.

Don’t take this personally.

You’re fired.’


She didn’t think she would miss him as much as she does.

She mopes around the palace for a week, her bed covers around her shoulders as she wanders through the halls and wide corridors. There’s a swish swoosh as the fabric drags along the floor and she mumbles under her breath, something about how she doesn’t need him. She stays in the same pyjamas for a week and the maid complains because of the smell and begs to wash it.

She doesn’t talk, doesn’t ask for much and fluctuates between barely eating and midnight snacking. She rejects bodyguard after bodyguard because they’re ‘too tall’ or ‘too scary’ or maybe just because they’re not him. He calls her, one, twice, seventeen times, and she ignores him with immense difficulty. Her finger always swipes to accept that call but she always catches herself in time. He texts her, ‘Are you okay?’ and ‘what happened?’ and then a, ‘What did i do?’ and her heart squeezes in her chest, but she reminds herself that this is for his own good.

One day, she’s stumbling blindly in the early morning with the duvet around her shoulders when she finds herself staring out of a window from the main living room. Someone coughs, “Your Royal Highness.”

She doesn’t turn around, “I’m fine, I don’t need anything, leave me alone.”

“You’re forgetting I don’t work for you anymore.” says the voice that now she realises is painfully familiar.

She shuffles in her duvet to look behind her and her eyes widen slightly. He’s standing by the arm of the sofa in jeans and a T-shirt, the most casual thing she’s ever seen him wear, and a blank expression on his face, like he doesn’t want to let anything show. She wrinkles her nose and swallows, “What are you doing here?” she asks quietly.

He licks his lips and she involuntarily follows the action, “I need to empty my quarters.” He reminds and doesn’t miss the flash of guilt that sparkles in her eyes.

She nods, “Right.” she says absentmindedly.

He coughs, scratching his neck and winces slightly at the pain in his arm. There are still scratches and bruises that are slowly disappearing and this time, the guilt in her eyes is evident. “Can we talk?” he asks carefully.

She leans against the window pane, the duvet still around her and she shrugs, “We have nothing to talk about.” she tries to be strong, to not let anything show on her face but he knows her well enough to see it anyway.

He rolls his eyes, “Okay, I’ll talk, you listen.”

“I actually have things to do, princess duties to attend to and someone to knight, so if you’ll excuse me-” she pushes herself off the window pane but doesn’t get very far.

“Did I do something?” he interrupts.

She stops in her tracks, looking at anything but him and swallows uncomfortably, “No.” she murmurs.

He looks at his feet, “Did I say something? Was I not good enough-”

“No.” she shakes her head, “I just…” she trails off, glancing at him, “I don’t like seeing you get hurt because of me.”

“Oh thank god.” he breathes loudly, grinning and holding his hand to his heart as he finally takes a deep breath. She frowns as he continues to smile, “I thought it was something serious.” he snorts.

Her mouth gapes open and she stares, “That is serious.” she assures.

He shakes his head, still smiling, “Princess, my Job is to get hurt.”

“You nearly died!” she snaps back and the smile slowly disappears from his lips.

He cocks his head, slowly walking over to her with a soft look on his face, like he genuinely cares. “Baby, I’m okay.” he assures, his fingers tucking a strand deftly behind her ear and then not moving from her cheek.

“I’m not.” she whispers, her eyebrows pinched above her nose. “I miss you.” she mumbles under her breath like she can’t believe she’s telling him.

And he breathes into a soft smile as he pulls her into a hug, her head buried into his shoulder and her arms wrapped tightly around his waist. “I’m here, it’s okay.” he murmurs and she clings to his body, her heart hammering in her chest and she never wants to let go, “I’m here.”

“Please don’t leave me.” she asks quietly, in a voice as broken as he’s ever heard and he places a kiss on her forehead. Something twists in his gut at the feeling of her body against his and a soft smile make its way on his lips which he knots his fingers into her hair.

He places a kiss on her forehead, tender and gentle and she melts into his hold, “Never.”

her: 2

jae: 3

(because unfortunately, she does need him.)


“Are you okay?” she asks quietly, leaning towards him so he can hear.

He nods, “Why?”

She shrugs and turns back to face the front where the professor is scribbling notes onto the whiteboard. “You haven’t said anything since we walked in.”

He follows the professor’s hand as he writes pout sentences that, to Jae, make no sense because he’s not a science person and wrinkles his nose. This is the last place he expected to be when she told him to dress down. “I’m just surprised.”

Her fingers drag the pen across paper to copy what’s on the board with her eyebrows pinched together and her tongue between her teeth, “And why is that?” she asks, again quietly because they’re in a lecture hall.

He shrugs, “I mean… school?” He asks incredulously, holding his arms out to gesture around him.

She shrugs and keeps writing, “University.” She reiterates and he coughs.

“How exactly?” He asks, frowning and crossing his arms to scan the other students in the room.

She licks her lips, hanging off every word out of the professor’s mouth, “I called, explained my… situation-” she says under her breath like it’s some kind of sinful word, “-and they accepted me.” she notices the doubt in his eyes and she rolls hers, “I had the grades, I didn’t matter than I was a princess.”

He nods, crossing his arms, “but why?” He adds suddenly.

She glances at him from the corner of her eye, “You said I could be anything I wanted.” She shrugs under his hot gaze, “So I became a student.” and he doesn’t say anything, only stares at her in mild shock and complete pride and she eyes him out of the corner of her eye. A smile slowly etches itself across his lips and he’s genuinely beaming, “You’re staring.” she points out flatly, once more because this boy…

He smiles wider, “I like the view.” he responds.

She raises an eyebrow, pointing beside her to the picture of the river thames hung up on the wall, “What, of london?” she asks, like she smartass she is.

He smirks, “London doesn’t compare to you.”

“If I didn’t know any better i’d say you were flirting with me Jung Jaehyun.” she responds, mockingly puzzled.

He raises an eyebrow, “What, I can’t flirt with my girlfriend?” he cocks his head.

She smiles and his heart beats at a rate he’s never felt before, “God, what am I going to do with you.”

He wriggles his eyebrows, “We’ve go all day. And maybe even the rest of our lives.”

Her cheeks flare up again and she hits him on the shoulder, but he just laughs and tangles his fingers in hers like he never wants to let go.

her: 2

jae: 3

(he wins, but don’t tell him that, he’ll never let her forget it.)

part: one | two