VLD Theory: Altea and the Alteans

Alright, so,, we all know that there are a few plot holes and a lot of unanswered questions when it comes to the Alteans and the Galra. Like: 

  • If Alteans are such a peaceful species, what requires them to have training droids who are not only set for Altean child combatants, but whose child setting is enough to take down 5 garrison-experienced humans in less than a minute flat? 
  • Why build Voltron, the most powerful weapon in the universe, in the first place, especially if during the time of its construction, the Galra and the Alteans were at peace?
  • How did the war even start? It’s not like the Galra and the Alteans had a distant kind of peace–they worked together to defend the universe. Where did that go?
  • How deep does the connection with the Galra even run? We know that they were close enough to create Voltron together, and that its creation wasn’t a secret kept between just Zarkon and Alfor. Allura even refers to a time when she traveled through Galran transportation hubs. Just how far back do they go?

Well I think I picked up on something within the new info given to us in season 2, and my thought process while answering all these questions relies strongly on this speculation. So sit back folks because this is gonna be a Lot.

They key to all of this is that I believe that in season 2, during Shiro’s escapades in the Black Lion, the destroyed planet we see is none other than Altea itself.

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When We Collide (Part 11)

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: NC-17

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

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”Okay so, how about this one?”

“Oh no, Holly no…. Too beige colored it makes your hips look bigger than necessary.” Luke replied with a glass of bobbly champagne in his hand, eyes scanning her body and his feet tapping against the marble floor to the beat of the background music.

You looked up from your papers with a huge sigh sincerely wishing that you could be anywhere else than stuck with those two in some kind of small expensive shop a few streets away from your office building.

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Two Weeks - Tommy Shelby

Request: Could you do the movie “Two Week Notice” in the Peaky Blinders universe?? where Tommy relays too much on his assistant which drives her crazy, then she quits and they search for a replacement. - @samascara 

Two Weeks - Tommy Shelby

It was five o’clock in the morning. Or at least it had been when banging on your door had woken you and possibly all your neighbours. You had dressed quickly, opened the door, and found one of Tommy Shelby’s men standing in the hallway.  

“Ma’am,” he tipped his cap to you, “Mr. Shelby says it’s urgent.”  

“Does he?” You were certain the sarcasm was evident in your voice. Even so you followed the Blinder out to a car that was waiting for you.  

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015. Daddy

Summary: You call him daddy

Ch: Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael, and Finn.

Warnings: Daddykink, sexualish

Tommy: Tommy eyes fixated on the papers in front of him, brow fluring as he concentrated on the words scribbled in a tiny font. “Tommy it’s almost o’clock.” He takes a second to meet your eyes, then right back at the paper.

“I’ll have Finn walk you home love.” He paused, “I have tons of work.” You sigh, earning a groan from Tommy. 

“Tommy you promised we go home at 7, and now it’s 9 and you’re not even leaving with me.” Tommy sat back on the leather chair, now you had his full attention. “I’m sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to ya.”

You pout, only making Tommy feel more guilty as he looks at the woman he feels madly for. “I don’t want you to make it up to me.” You didn’t care if you sounded like a baby throwing a tantrum, you just wanted to go home with Tommy and actually get some sleep.

“Please Daddy.” He took that one word, embedded it into his skin, and stood. Neatly organizing the papers into one pile, and then pushing his chair in. “Let’s go baby girl, you owe daddy a lot.”

You smirk, pressing a kiss against the column of bare skin on his neck. “Anything you want Daddy.”

Arthur: The sudden smack to your rear made you jump, swinging you fist to only get it swallowed by the giant hand that caught it. 

“Relax Sweets.” You smile at your boyfriend. “You scared me daddy.” Arthur’s lips twitched to a smirk. “Keep calling me that and you might have a problem darling.”

You always loved teasing him, testing him until he couldn’t take it anymore. It was kind of a game the two established and it lived on in everyday life. You teased, and pushed, Arthur lasted as long as he could.

 “You ever think I wanted a problem?” Guiding your hand up his chest, only lead to a low growl rumbling inside his chest.

You grab the create of beer next to you, walking out of the door that led to the back of the bar. A cheer came from the men that waited for their beer.

John: “John I swear on Christ himself if you don’t pick up the fucking tooth picks you keep spiting everywhere I will fuck you up.” John snorted at your comment, as he began picking up the discarded tooth picks.

“I don’t know how you’re talking too.” You roll your eyes, a smile forming on your face, as you heard John from the other room. “Fine daddy pick your tooth picks up before I fuck you up.” 

John smirks, “That’s my girl.” John’s arms found you, wrapping around your body. “How are you today?”

His voice was sweet, but his eyes black with lust. Your hand traveled from his stomach, to his neck, tracing the thick, firm muscles on the way there. You press a kiss against his neck, making him tense instantly.

“Such a tease. “ He mumbles under his breath, hosting you up on the nearest flat surface, that being a desk. His hands trail up your bare thighs, bundling your dress up to your waist with his fist. “Spread ‘em for daddy sweets.”

Michael: The moment Michael pet his lap, and mentioned you over, you knew he was wanting you. Just the intense look that followed you across the room. You do as your told of course, straddling his hips.

Smoke fell from those perfect, plump lips, as he dragged another. “You know how you said you wanted that purse we seen the other day?”

You look at him questionably, but you knew exactly where he was going to. “What are you talking about daddy?”

Michael smirked, placing the cigarette in the tray. “My sweet pea knows exactly what I’m talking about.” His hardness strained against the layers between you both. “Can’t say I do daddy.”

The word sends another shock through his cock, only to add onto it, you push all your weight onto him. His hardness twitched against your panty covered wetness. “You’re so in for it baby girl.”

Finn: Finn has always been the youngest brother, and will always be looked on as the one that needed to be protected, and forever the baby of the family.

Finn finally told his brothers about dating you, but they only thought of it as something he made up, or longed for. Finn rolled his eyes as everyone stared laughing around the bar. 

No one believed Finn would be the one to get the new, hot barmaid, the laughing kind of made your blood boil, as you sensed Finn as well. Walking over to the little window and opening it, led to the room becoming completely silent. “Do you need anything daddy?”

Finn smiled from cheek to cheek, as you purched over the sill, breast slipping slightly out of your shirt, showing just enough cleavage for every man here to want you. Finn shakes his head, “I’m good my love.” You nod, the moment you shut the window, the room went into cheers.

A few hours later Finn sat at your bar, you smile cheekily, pouring him a glass of whiskey. “Thanks for before, they’ll always see me a little kid.” You nod, as Finn takes your hand in his.

“So daddy huh?” You laugh as he wiggles his eyebrows. “I just thought it would make the moment more intense.”

Finn leans against the bar, lips finding yours for a deep and strong kiss. “I like it.” He mumbles. You leave one last peak against his, “Okay daddy.”

Not Your Dean (Part 20)

Originally posted by rowenaskitten

Summary: One day Dean shows up and moves back into the bunker. The only problem is he’s a demon and he’s hiding something…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

Pairing: Demon!Dean x reader

Word Count: 1,100ish

Warnings: language

A/N: If Demon Dean is more your heart’s desire…

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All Caryl interactions in Season 7 (indirect or direct) and what it means:

Season 7 Episode 1: The Day Will Come When You Won’t Be:
Daryl, injured and hopeless, kneeling, facing potential death, thinks of mostly Carol in his potentially last moments. He could be about to die any second here and he thinks of her, mostly. He remembers the Terminus hug (5x01) and he remembers when he gave her a shoulder massage (3x01). 

Now, let’s think: Why would he remember those specific moments out of any other? Terminus reunion was probably because that was the happiest he’s been. He lost Carol out of his own control (like he has with his mom and Merle), he, perhaps, even though she was dead. He thought he would never see her again. He missed her so much. 
But then, he sees her. She FOUND him. She SAVED them. There she was, in all her precious flesh, apprehensive, wondering how they would all react. The woman he loves is alive and she found them, in a hopeless world. She found them. Happiness can exist even in that world. As hopeless as it seems, in the misery of it all, they reunited. 
And he runs to her. He hugs her so tight, lifts her off the ground. Teary eyed. So happy. Nuzzles her. Just can’t get enough of her. 
‘’ You’re here. You found me. You’re here again. I’m never going to let you out of my sight, I love you. ‘’ (he didn’t say those words specifically, but with his actions, his facial expressions, says it all.)

Why did he remember Terminus? Because of everything I stated above.

Why did he remember giving her a shoulder massage? He was bringing her comfort. He was going out of his way to do something for somebody he loves (something he’s never done for anyone else, I may add). She looks at him with a huge smile and he stops. ‘’ We should get back… ‘’ he says.
‘’ Pretty romantic. Wanna screw around? ‘’ she asks. 
He scoffs. He looks back at her almost like ‘’ wait… is she serious? ‘’ and instead, they both laugh. 

Slow burn, people. Slow burn. 
Why did he remember the shoulder massage? Because it was physical affection. It was him bringing her comfort. His memories with Carol, his happiest one’s, are ones that include physical touch. He could have remembered literally anything else. But he didn’t. He remembered memories that include him initiating, all on his own, physical touch and affection. THOSE are Daryl’s happiest moments. 

Moving on. That was Caryl interaction in Season 7 Episode 1. It was indirect, but it was there. In his last thoughts (for all he knew), he thought of Carol.

Season 7 Episode 9: Rock In The Road:

Rick: Did you find Carol?
Morgan: I did, yeah.
Daryl: Where is she? Is she okay?
Morgan looking at Daryl: Well, she was here and then she left. 
*If you notice, Daryl stops in his tracks. No movement. None. You cannot even tell he’s breathing. 
Morgan: You know, she wasn’t too happy with me following her. She wanted to get away from us. From everyone.
*Daryl starts pacing side by side*
Morgan: But when I found her, she was shot.
*Daryl stops moving again*
Morgan: Just a graze, I got her back here, they got doctors. They good. 
Daryl: *angry, grunt voice, almost snarling* Was it them? 
Morgan: It was. 
Morgan: She had crossed with some of them and one of them followed her and tried to kill her.
*Shot of Daryl’s face, who swallows as he’s told someone tried to kill Carol. He looks very angry and upset.*
Morgan, who by the way is looking straight at Daryl, almost with an apologetic look, continues on saying:
I killed him. I had to. Carol was here. She got help. *looks at Daryl*
Morgan: Now she’s gone. 
Daryl: Looks sad and destroyed, confused. 
*Shot of Rick also looking at Daryl.

Now… this scene wasn’t for nothing. This was to show how close Daryl and Carol are and how others around them, even others who don’t know them that well (Morgan) know how close they are and how important Carol is to Daryl. This scene had Daryl pacing, frozen, swallowing, angry, concerned and sad. This? It wasn’t for nothing. This was yet another indirect Caryl scene that didn’t necessarily need to be there and wouldn’t have been there had they planned on erasing Caryl.

Moving on to one of our favorite episodes (yes?)

Season 7 Episode 10: New Best Friends: 

Scene 1: Daryl brings up Carol out of nowhere. (Necessary? No.)
It starts off with…
Daryl: Hey. Where’d you go in them trucks?
*Morgan walks over*
Daryl: You went to see them, right? 
Morgan: Yeah. 
Daryl: Part of your deal?
*Morgan looks away*
Daryl: What the hell is wrong with you?
Daryl: You’re bleeding. They did that to you. You know what they are.
Morgan: I do. 
Daryl: You know…if Carol were here, she saw all that, if she knew Abraham… and Glenn… she’d be leading us right to them, ready to kill them all.
*evaluate Daryl’s voice… his voice is low. Almost angry. Snarling. Almost mocking Morgan.
*Morgan is quite obviously a bit offended*
Morgan: She would. And that’s why she left, man.
*Daryl, looking at him with anger and walks away*

This scene, was it necessary? No. What did it show? That Daryl is thinking of Carol. He knows her. He knows how badass she is and how she takes no shit. He admires her. He’s PROUD of her. He knows this woman is fierce and he has no problems randomly letting Morgan know. Out of nowhere. Because he is thinking of her.

Scene 2: Richard set up a plan to get Carol killed in the hopes to push Ezekiel to want to fight. Let’s skip that dialogue and get to what matters.

Richard: It’s just some loner he met 
Richard: Sometimes he brings food their way.
Daryl: Why don’t they live in The Kingdom?
Richard: I don’t know. She lives out there, she’ll die out there.
Daryl: … it’s a woman?
Richard: Does that matter? She’s got more balls then you and me. She’s gonna die either way.
*Notice the sounds, the music* 
Richard: When the saviors come and find their buddies dead, if they know their elbow from their asshole, they can follow an obvious spore. They are going to go to the weapons cash and into the cabin. They are going to attack this woman. 
Daryl: What’s her name?
Richard: Maybe they kill her, maybe they don’t. But it’s going to show Ezekiel what he needs to do. 
Daryl: Her name. What is it?
Richard: She’s tough. Maybe she’ll live.
Daryl: *raises his voice* Say her damn name!
Richard: … Carol. I hoped you didn’t know her. But I didn’t think you’d care. Cause you know what needs to happen.
Daryl: No.
Richard: Maybe she’ll live. Look this is how this can happen. This is how we can get rid of the saviors. This is how we all can have a future (A future for Daryl without Carol? NO. That’s what the show is saying).
Richard: She’s living out there alone just waiting to die.
Daryl: *raises voice again, walking away* NO.
Richard: If we don’t do anything, a hell of a lot more people are going to die, people who want to live.
Daryl: *immediately turns around and gets right up to Richard’s voice* 
You stay the hell away from Carol, you hear me? 

Saviors driving up, Richard still wants to go with his plan and Daryl, realizing that he’s going to do it, throws Richard to the ground, beating him up. 

After, Richard talks some more nonsense, prompting Daryl to say:
‘’ She gets hurt, she dies, she catches a fever… she gets taken out by a walker… she gets hit by lightening. Anything. Anything happens to her, I’ll kill you. ‘’

Was this scene necessary? No. This scene just showed us how much Daryl loves Carol and how she is the most important thing in the world to Daryl. That’s not for no reason. Nothing is wasted screen time. This is to remind us, after all this time, Daryl still loves Carol and will protect her by any means necessary, even if it means beating or killing someone. 

Scene 3: The Grand Reunion:

*We see Carol opening her door and is just looking annoyed. Ezekiel and his people are there. Carol says she only opened the door because they tripped her wire. Jerry gives her cobbler, she takes it and tells them to go.*

*She’s seen sitting down, picking up a romance novel called Denim Dreams, when she hears a knock on her door*

*She opens the door, ready to rip Zekeyboy a new asshole, when she loses her breath, realizing it’s Daryl* 
Who, by the way, is wearing denim and so is Carol.

Daryl is looking apprehensive. Sad. Carol is beginning to cry. She walks forward in his arms and he hugs her back with one arm (because crossbow on his arm), he sniffles and moves her arm gently to look at her. Because he needs to know. He needs to know why she left. 

Daryl: Jesus took us to The Kingdom. Morgan said you just left… I was out here. I saw you.
Daryl: *voice breaks* Why’d you go?
Carol: I had to.

This scene shows us how upset and devastated Daryl was finding out she left. 
This scene highlights to us, again, how important she is to him. How much she matters and how much he loves her. How much he doesn’t feel okay when she’s gone away.

Scene 4: 

Carol: I couldn’t lose any of them. I couldn’t lose you. 
* Daryl raises his head to look right at her*
Carol: I couldn’t kill them. I could. I would, if they hurt any of our people, anymore of them… that’s what I would do. And there wouldn’t be anything left of me after that.
Carol: The Saviors. Did they come?
Daryl: …. Yeah.
Carol: *crying* Did anyone get hurt? Is everybody okay? Did the saviors… is everybody back HOME okay?
Daryl: *hesitating* 
Carol: Daryl.
Daryl: They came. We got em all. Made a deal with the rest of them like Ezekiel. Everyone’s alright. *Carol here is starting to breathe more easy… and Daryl reassures her again… ‘’ Everyone’s alright ‘’ in such a comforting voice. 
Carol: *crying out of happiness with a huge smile*
Daryl: We gonna eat or, or I got to be a king or somethin’ to get food around here?
Carol: *laughs* softly responds ‘’ shut up ‘’.
She brings the food over and pours some in Daryl’s bowl. Looking at him. Smiling.
Daryl: Ezekiel. Is he okay?
Carol: Yeah, I think he is.
*Daryl starts eating, has wonderful table manners around Carol by the way and meanwhile, she’s smiling at him, barely taking her eyes off of him

This scene. All of this here, is important. This is Daryl lying to Carol because he loves her. Sounds weird, right? Hear me out.
This is Daryl, who just finished hearing that the woman he loves couldn’t kill anymore because she was afraid there would be nothing left of her after that. 
Daryl lies because he wants to keep her safe. Protected. Away from this war. He lies because he loves her, and like Norman said ‘’ He doesn’t want her to get hurt and fuck her up basically. ‘’. 
This is a selfless act. This was for her. Him and Team Family could benefit from having Carol fight alongside them. Hell, Daryl even brought up Carol’s badassery to Morgan. He knows she could help them win. He knows she’d be a huge benefit and asset. But he doesn’t care. 
Not at her expense. He needs her. He needs her alive and healthy. If this means potentially sacrificing everyone else’s life, so be it. They can find another way. They can find another way that doesn’t involve the woman he loves. For her.

Scene 5: 

Daryl is walking out of the house when he suddenly turns around and looks at Carol for a second. She looks awkward, putting her hands in a pocket. Daryl doesn’t want to leave. But he knows he has to. So, he walks to her and gives her a hug. She grabs his hair and he puts his face down in her shoulder. We see Carol, her face, clearly shows she doesn’t want Daryl to leave. 
She nuzzles his shoulder and breathes him in. You can hear her. This is incredibly intimate. Neither of them want to let go, but Daryl knows he has to. Every moment that he lingers is tempting him to stay more and more. He knows he has to go. So he raises his hand up her back and moves away, looking right in her eyes… ‘’ Watch out for yourself, alright? ‘’ he says, in a very quiet voice. 
He walks away, without turning around. Because he knows he can’t stay. Not yet. 
Carol, however, is about to go back inside before she turns around. She’s struggling. She wants to go after him. She wants him to stay. (Melissa McBride confirmed that Carol was obviously struggling with Daryl leaving) 
But she goes inside anyway. 
(May I add that the music, to me, was pretty romantic? I loved the sounds. So calm, gentle and loving.)

Scene 6:

Morgan confirms that Daryl is holding onto Carol. Daryl is holding onto Carol because he loves her. 

Moving along to…

Season 7 Episode 12: Say Yes: 
(This is more a parallel)
Rick says to Michonne: ‘’ I can’t lose you. We say that to the one’s we love. ‘’
Carol just got done telling Daryl that she couldn’t lose him in Episode 10. 
Because she loves Daryl. Daryl’s actions prove that he can’t lose Carol. Because he loves her.

Season 7 Episode 13: Bury Me Here:

Carol knows something wasn’t right. Why did Jesus bring the group to The Kingdom… what happened? She can’t sleep. She goes to find Morgan.

Carol: Why did Jesus bring Daryl and everyone else at The Kingdom? 
Morgan: They, um… They wanted to see if we could all start working together on things. 
*Carol getting teary eyed* The saviors are still here. They are not fighting with The Kingdom. Daryl said they beat em back at Alexandria… Is that true? That they made a deal with em? Is everyone okay? Just tell me if it’s true.
Morgan: You need to talk to Daryl about that… You wanted me to keep the whole story about you from everybody. Told me not to say where you were and I did what you asked. Daryl didn’t find you because of me. And what was said between you and him was said between you and him. I will go with you to Alexandria if you want to make the trip. If you want to talk to them. 
You shouldn’t go alone. 
You found what you wanted, right? You got away from everyone. Is it what you wanted? Or was it just too late to get away?
*Carol is crying at this point*

This scene is also important because it shows that no, Carol didn’t really want to be away from everyone. Especially not Daryl. This conversation was mostly about Daryl here and Morgan understands what’s going on. She already loved Daryl. She already loves him. It was confirmed Carol was running away from love. Carol was running away from Daryl. That’s what was happening in Season 6. 

It was also confirmed by Melissa McBride, that when Morgan does tell Carol what happened at the end of the episode, Carol was thinking of Daryl and how she’s sorry that he felt he couldn’t tell her.

And now… here we are, rolling into Episode 16 and her running away? It’s done. The ‘’ One Way ‘’ sign was pointing backwards, away from The Kingdom. She calls Alexandria her ‘’ home ‘’… but there’s someone there specifically. Daryl. 

The best is coming. Her and Morgan’s arc is officially closing. Carol is fighting alongside them. She will reunite with Team Family in Season 8. She will reunite with Daryl in Season 8. It’s been set up for us to see them have a conversation about this. Season 8 is a NEW chapter. Caryl is coming, slowly. But it’s coming. 
Also, we have a great reputation with season premieres for Caryl. ;) 

Stay strong, guys. Season 7 DID show us that Daryl loves Carol and Carol loves Daryl. 

To the Skies! (01)

Word Count: 1.9K

Pairing: EXO OT12/Reader (for now)

Notes: volleyball! au, haikyuu! au, highschool! au

Summary: You’re the manager of the boisterous Yonsei High’s volleyball team. After a terrible defeat at last year’s tournament, you guys are determined to win it back this year. Maybe with the help of an old friend of yours…?

A/N: Since this is a volleyball au, there will be some jargon but it won’t really affect the flow of the story if you don’t know them! Also, I try to include the definitions without making it too unnatural in this chapter. I’m no volleyball expert and this is only based on what I know so bear with me! 

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The sound of worn out shoes squeaking on the wooden floors echo throughout the gym. Every few seconds, you hear a ball bounce on the ground. The open double doors welcome the fresh scent of spring, but is overpowered by the smell of sweat inside the building. The humidity hangs in the air and lingers around you.

You stand outside the court and next to the net, observing the hustling boys. They’re in the middle of a practice match against each other, but their intensity is second to none. Every serve, every spike, and every dig, they pour all their energy into it. The Inter-High Tournament is right around the corner and we were not about to lose again. Our defeat last year was the biggest upset in the sports world. We were favorites, but didn’t even make it to semi-finals. The state of the team was a mess. The same with our reputation, needless to say. But eventually, with the help of Coach Lu and our Captain, the team got back on its feet. Our eyes are set on victory, and victory only.

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I Won't Hurt (M)

yoongi (& taehyung), 8.3k, yoongi us a rich kid and only knows about getting his own way

warning: smut, mentions of death and murder, mention of drugs, mention of family problems

one | two | three | tbc

Let me show you how much I care, please. I’ll do anything. I want you. I want to be out of prison and be with you. Only you.”

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things i learned my freshman year of college

1. don’t worry so much about what other people are spending their time doing.

2. social media is a lie. it’s all fake. it might seem like your friends at other schools are having the time of their lives, but it’s so easy to pretend to be happy online when in reality you are downright miserable. so just because someone’s instagram is prettier than yours, doesn’t mean their life is any happier or better.

3. it’s absolutely okay to sit by yourself at the dining hall and have a meal alone. no one will judge you for it. no one will point at you and whisper, “there’s the girl that eats alone all the time.” i promise you that no one is looking that closely at you. the only reason they would notice is if you make it seem like you’re miserable. so go ahead, order a hamburger and a huge plate of fries, pick up a good book, and eat by yourself. i promise that no one will give a fuck.

4. if you want to sit at home and watch netflix while eating chicken tenders in bed on a friday night, then do it. don’t feel obligated to go out and have a great time if you know that you would be happier just sitting at home. for a long time, i used to think that if i wasn’t going out with friends or studying, i was wasting my time. but that is so not true. you need your alone time, especially when you’re in college, so don’t be afraid to do the things that really make you happy – not just the things that you think will make you happy.

5. grades are important, so don’t slack off. it might seem like you’re doing more work than everyone else, but if other people are getting good grades, i promise that they’re doing just as much work as you are (no matter how many times they say “i only studied for like an hour the night before the test and i got an A!”). you’re not paying a fortune just to party and hang out with friends, so make sure you’re learning and keeping up with your schoolwork.

6. by the end of the year, you will have completely lost touch with many of your high school friends who you promised you would never stop talking to. and that’s okay.

7. make use of the library. it’s there for a reason. find a good study spot where no one can bother you, and whenever you get there, put your phone away and actually get shit done. leave the procrastinating for your dorm room.

8. frat parties are overrated. clubbing is overrated. if you go, make sure you’re with someone you trust. but if you know that you’ll have a better time just hanging out with one or two close friends or curling up in your room with a good book, then do that instead. no matter what the tv shows tell you, you won’t miss out on finding your soulmate just because you don’t go to one party.

9. no one will hold your hand in college. no one is going to tell you “take this, this, and this class” or “study one chapter a night and you’ll be good for the test.” you have to figure that shit out for yourself. in high school, you might have gotten away with studying for a test the night before, but if you do that in college, you will most likely not get the grade you were hoping for. unless you’re a genius, it’s just impossible. so make sure you start studying way before you think you need to.

10. do your laundry. take out your trash. make your room look nice. yes, even during finals week. it’ll make you feel like more of a human being.

11. go to your professors’ office hours. i’ve found that most of the time, the professors are sitting in their office, just waiting for students to come see them during office hours. so if you’re struggling, go talk to them. and don’t wait around until the week before the final. the professor will be much more willing to help you out if you go see them near the beginning of the semester. never, ever, ever be ashamed to ask for help. each time i’ve asked a professor “how can i do better in your class?” they’ve been delighted to talk to me and figure out a plan to help me improve. also, you will most likely need a letter of recommendation from one of your professors at some point in your college career, and you don’t want to have to be that person sending an email to that professor you had three years ago that starts with “i’m sure you don’t remember me, but…” – how do you make a professor remember you? go to office hours!

12. sure, drinking might be fun and it might make you seem cool. it might make it easier for you to be in social situations. but when you are entirely incapable of having fun while sober, that’s when you know you have a problem. that whole “you’re not an alcoholic until after college” saying is bullshit. it’s fine to have drinking be a part of your social life. just make sure it doesn’t become your ENTIRE social life. also, if a party gets too loud and rowdy, do yourself a favor and get out of there before campus police shows up. it’s not worth the stress to have that be on your record.

13. the great thing about college is that you can pick your friends (unlike in high school when you kind of were forced to be friends with the people in your classes), so please choose wisely. be friends with people who do cool things and support you while you do cool things. if someone makes you feel shitty, don’t hang out with them. just straight up tell them that you don’t want to spend time with them anymore, too. life is too short to be friends with people you hate.

14. take lots of pictures – but not just for social media. for yourself, too. so that you can look back on these moments ten or twenty years from now and see how much you’ve learned, grown, and changed.

15. there were douchey people in high school and, unfortunately, there will be douchey people in college, too. but anyone who still tries to be “popular” in college is just setting themselves up for disappointment and embarrassment. so just ignore them. eventually, they will grow up and realize the error of their ways. but until then, stay as far away from them as possible and just do your own thing. “leave lame people to keep doing the lame shit that they do.“

16. i know you’re busy, but don’t forget to call your mom, dad, brother, sister, grandma, grandpa – whatever. if there’s someone back home who cares about you, call them. and more often then you think you need to. because i can promise you that they’re probably worried sick about you.

17. be confident. if you’re not confident, then fake confidence until it becomes real. you are glorious. you are wonderful. once you’re no longer afraid to show your true self to others, you’ll give others the confidence to reveal their true selves, as well. so what if you’re a little chubby? so what if you still have acne? so what if you don’t have clothes that are as nice as everyone else? you’re still a force of nature, and people should be dying to want to hang out with someone as awesome as you.

18. get involved in things. new things. never danced before but always wanted to? try out for the dance team. always wanted to sing but never had the guts before? try out for an acapella group. nothing is holding you back.

19. the whole “no one knows me here, i can be whoever i want to be” is true, but only to a certain extent. you can change yourself in college, but you probably won’t be able to change who you are fundamentally. you are still the silly, goofy, crazy you that you were in high school. so even though you might tell yourself that you want to be friendlier, cooler, prettier, smarter – whatever – don’t lose sight of who you really are, because i can promise you that people will see past your facade. and the more honest you are to people, the more likely they will be to open up to you.

20. be a nice person. hold the door open for people. smile at everyone you make eye contact with. talk to the person you sit next to in class, even if it is a 100+ person lecture. college is hard, and it can be very easy to feel lonely and lost. so just be nice to people. you never know whose day you’ll make. plus, it has its perks.

Gilded Butterfly: a JB fic

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Chapter 11

Jaebum thinks he can break my heart and still end up happier than ever?

No fucking way.

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Red & Silver (Part 9)

Summary: Reader befriends Natasha Romanoff in the Red Room, but Natasha has a lucky escape. She manages to join the Avengers, leaving the reader to be recruited by HYDRA and turned into an ultimate weapon to replace the one they lost.

Warnings: nothing I think (maybe a swear word or two idk sorry)

Word count: 1271

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Chibs Telford - Gypsy Magic |1|

Original Prompt:

You wake up in the world of SoA but everyone just believes you have amnesia because you’re odd and confused. But the longer you stay the more stranger things get for SAMCRO.

((Feel free to use my idea for anyone just credit me))

“What were we just suppose to do leave her on the side of the road?”

I head a voice asking. My head hurt as the voice was greeted by another.

“You didn’t have to bring her here. You should have called 9-1-1 if you were that concerned!”

The other voice said. I slowly blinked open my eyes as my vision came back to normal. I laid there for a moment as if to take in my surroundings. I was looking at a blonde and a white haired pair of men.

I looked around some more and seen that I was in a large room on a couch. I blinked slowly and shifted to sit up on the couch, gripping my head instantly as I did so.

“Owe, fuck, my head.”

“Well, looks like our sleeping Beauty is awake.”

Another voice chimed in causing me to look that way. The man was chubby and had long grey wavy hair. I looked from him to the other men that also seemed to be in the room and that’s when it dawned on me where I was and who these men were.

“Wow, I must have really hit my head hard.”

I said with a soft chuckle as I went to lay back down and wait till the hallucination plated. As I laid there I open my eyes every so often and started to realize that no matter how many times I laid there closed my eyes and reopen them that the men do not disappear. My surroundings did also not disappear and fade back to normal.

It was only then when the blond-haired man approached me and sat down on the couch beside me looking at me with a charming smile that I realize that this was no illusion. I sat there slightly alarmed I looked at everybody in the room which probably should have been my first reaction as to my careless and nonchalant expression that I gave each and every one of them the first time I had opened my eyes.

“Hey darlin’. Name’s Jax. What’s yours?”

He asked me still wearing that charming smile as I looked at him with my mouth a gape and a startled expression.

“I - I – ”

I started to say only to shut my mouth.

“I don’t remember?”

I told him as I looked at him. It wasn’t true I knew who I was and where I came from but the last thing I needed was them finding out my information and searching it on the computer and it not coming up. Then we’d have a major problem on our hands.

“You don’t remember?”

He asked a second time. I shook my head.

“I don’t remember. Oh God, I don’t remeber!”

I said playing along to it. He held up his hands as if to show me it was okay.

“Do you remeber anything? Like where you’re from? Anything?”

Jax asked. I shook my head but stopped. I couldn’t act as if I was completely erased in memory because that would be too cliche.

“I - I remeber walking late at night, but nothing much besides that…”

I told him. He exhaled deeply and shook his head.

“Okay, well, that’s a start.”

“Great, you pick up a woman who can’t even remember anything! Smart!”

“Clay, man, calm down.”

Jax told the older man he had been arguing with prior to me waking up. I swallowed, they may not have known me, but I sure as hell knew them.

And did I know them well.

||Ehhhhhh lemme know if I should continue or drop the idea. I dunno I’m always iffy about ideas like this where it’s an AU type of storyline. Like I said lemme know! ||

Clenched Fists: The Meeting Chapter 1

Originally posted by coffintack

Part 1 of a trilogy of trilogy’s I’ve been writing for a while featuring my OFC Percie-Jo and Josh Dun. 

Not going to give anything away but please read the warnings.

Chapter 2 soon!!

Words: 4700

Warnings: Abusive relationships, cheating (not on Josh, dw), emotional abuse

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Friends With Benefits - Chapter 1

Featuring: Eisuke Ichinomiya / Hibiki Shiina + more to come.
Rating: M - just to be safe. Not NSFW yet.

Megami’s POV

“It’s a natural, primal instinct – there’s nothing about it to be ashamed of; hell, women crave it just as much as men do – whether or not there’s any kind of mutual attraction between the two. I say, as friends with nothing better to do on a Saturday night we just, you knowfuck.”

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Bad Girl Ch 9: PTSD

I’m sorry for leaving you all hanging I didn’t mean to wait that long!

“What?” Baekhyun whispers, his eyes wide.

I can’t hold in my uncontrollable cries anymore, “I’ll be a good girl daddy, I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me.”

He drops the knife and releases my hair, his hands hover over my shoulders as if he is suddenly afraid to touch me like I might break. “My baby, my sweet baby,” He cries as he wraps his arms around my head, holding me to his chest. “Daddy is so sorry, don’t cry, I’m so sorry.”

“What the hell is going on down here?” Suho roars when he busts the heavy metal doors open. It only takes him a moment to access the situation in front of him. His younger brothers are all a mess, Baekhyun more than anyone but the younger three seem to be in shock. My eyes lock with his and he seems to join them in their daze for just a second before someone pushing pass him knocks him out of it.

“Did you really take her?” It is Xiumin roaring this time. All this screaming is too much, I can’t stop myself from shaking.

“All of you stop yelling!” Jiyong snaps, still on speaker. “She’s scared, I know this is a lot for everyone but calm down. She is so scared right now, please.”

“Oppa, come get me,” I cry, “Please Oppa, I can’t be here right now, this is just too much.”

“I’m coming my love,” I can hear him moving things around, rushing to my rescue.

“Don’t fucking dare come anywhere near our home,” Baekhyun seethes.

“She asked me to, I’m going to leave her there with people who just tried to kill her!”

“That was before we knew!” Sehun screams as he fights with Baekhyun to get a hold of me.

“Knew what?” Suho tries to catch up on the conversation.

“It’s her Hyung,” Kai cries as he drops to his knees, tears slide down his cheeks, completely contrasting the bright smile on his face. “It’s our baby! She isn’t dead.”

“Is it really her?” Tao joins us in the room.

“Stop asking me that!” I scream earning the attention of everyone in the room. “Why do you keep saying that? I’m not dead, I’m not a copy, I am me, why is that so hard for you all to understand? Why did you do this? Why are you guys so willing to hurt me over and over again? Is my happiness nothing to you?”

“We thought you were dead,” Xiumin tells me. “We saw you getting beat into a bloody pulp, they found your body, there was a funeral, we thought you were dead.”

“We need to get her out of here,” Suho rushes over and picks up the knife Baekhyun had dropped. He pushes the younger two out of the way and quickly and cuts the ropes binding me. The knife is out of his hand the moment the last rope is cut, his hands are on my shoulders pulling me out of the chair and to my feet but my legs aren’t strong enough to hold me up. He catches me and picks me up without a problem. I want to fight him so bad, I don’t want any of them to touch me, I just want to go home. But I’m tired, I’m so tired. My head rests on his shoulder.

“She’s bleeding,” Baekhyun reminds them, rushing to keep up with Suho who is basically running through the dimly lit hall.

“You keep your distance, you are the one that hurt her!” I see Tao stop, he pushes the older boy to the ground.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know it was her, I was just so mad,” Baekhyun is stumbling over his words to the point I almost don’t understand him. His voice fades as Suho continues on taking me out of the basement into the bright hall way upstairs. I close my eyes, the transition being too much for me. The only thing that let me know that we joined the others in the living room is their unison gasps.

“Lay get over here,” Suho commands the minute we step in.

“Is that?” Sweet Lay’s voice wonders.

I swear to God if he-

Suho thankfully cuts both Lay and my thoughts off, “She isn’t a copy, this our baby. I don’t know what the hell is going on and how she is alive but this is her and she is hurt. Fix her.”

“I-I need a first aide kit,” He stammers, his voice coming closer.

“Than stop fucking staring at her and go get it!” Kris snarls.

“Keep your voice down,” Xiumin warns, poison thick in his voice. “This isn’t the time to be angry with each other, we need to focus on this, on her.”

“Is she awake? How did she get hurt?” It’s Kyungsoo this time, his voice deep and warm like morning coffee, I forgot how much I love his voice.

“I think so, Baekhyun cut her, he was in one of his episodes and I think he lost it.” Suho tries his best to explain.

One of his episodes? Is that a normal thing? How long has that been going on? I have so many questions in my head that I want to ask but I know I would receive questions of my own that I’m not sure I can answer.

“That fucking piece of shit,” Kyungsoo seethes but I’m assuming one look from Xiumin keeps him from opening his mouth again.

“Baby,” Chen calls.

“Jooyoung,” I finally respond and open my eyes slightly.


“My name is Jooyoung, not baby, I don’t know what is going on but for the past year I’ve been told you abandoned me so understand that I will not be pretending like everything is fine and none of this just happened.” I sigh and sit up without Suho’s arm around me. For a moment I consider getting up and moving but I choose not to push my luck, no matter what I say if they want to hover over me I don’t really have a choice.

I look at everyone, starting with Kyungsoo who is on my left, we are on the couch, Chen is next to him sitting a good distance away with Luhan. Kris is next, he is standing with his arms cross over his chest, Xiumin is in front of the TV, directly across from me. The next few are standing in a cluster; Tao and Sehun have their arms locked together while Kai is standing in front of them. Baekhyun and Chanyeol are creeping in the hallway for good reason, I don’t think I can have them any closer right now. Suho is the closest, his arm is resting behind me, waiting to wrap me in them again. I finally look at him, actually look at him and I’m taken back.

Without a thought I reach both of my hands to his hair, “Daddy, you hair is pink.”

He seems a bit dumbstruck for a moment but leans into my touch instinctually. A soft chuckle leaves his lips, “It used to be red but it faded.”

I take my hands back, what am I doing? I just told them to drop their pet name for me yet I continue to use theirs.

“Are you going to go back to him?” Chanyeol suddenly asks.

“What?” The room echoes.

“Are you going to go back to Jiyong?”

I shrug, “I don’t know. I want to talk to him, I need to know what is going on.”

“He lied to you,” Kai reminds me.

I narrow my eyes on him, “Like you were an open book Jongin.”

His eyes go wide, “How do you know my real name?”

“I know a lot of things now, Minseok, Yifan, Jongdae, Junmyun, Jongin, Yixing. Good to know half of you lied to me right off the bat. You guys couldn’t even be honest about your names, why should I believe anything you say over Jiyong? He is an open book to me, anything he does in this big bang world, I know about it.”

“Because why would we lie to you about something like this?” Kyungsoo quickly questions.

“I don’t know! Maybe you all realized how much you missed me and thought of some lie to get me back. Even though I would like to believe you wouldn’t destroy the happy life I had to do that, I don’t know. I need some kind of proof.”

“Proof?” Xiumin mumbles. “I can give you proof.” He steps aside and runs his hand along the edge of the TV to turn it on. In seconds the screen lights up revealing a frozen frame of me on the ground. My heart stops.

“The video, you guys have the video? Do you have all of them?” I run my hands through my hair, my face becomes hot. They saw it, they saw all of it. I wanted nothing more than to forget all of that. I cover my face to hide my shame, how have I not ran out of tears from crying so much in one day? My chest feels tight, I try to breath in but it isn’t working, I can’t, I can’t breath.

I close my eyes to try and calm myself but that only makes it worse. Suddenly I’m back in that small cement room again, Taeil is there, the memory of his his mask is burned into my mind, all of them are. I imagine him grinning, excitement bright in his eyes. My clothes are gone leaving me naked in front of him, I know even with five layers on he would still be able to strip me with just a look. He makes me feel so vulnerable and fragile, he could crush me in his hand and blow me away like dust without a problem.

“Hello pumpkin, you look so scared,” He chuckles, lunging for me quickly only to land a few feet away. He’s taunting me, always taunting me. I press up against the wall as he comes closer and closer.

“Did you miss me pumpkin? Huh? I came all the way back just to finish the job, just me. No more Zico, no more savior. I have you all to myself to do all of those horrible things I’ve been aching for since the last time we met.”


“Yes, pumpkin, you have no where to go,” His laugh echoes in my ears.

“He’s going to kill me! Get him away!”

“Baby, calm down,” Kyungsoo and Suho are both wrapped around me, whether they are doing it to restrain me or comfort me I’m not sure but it’s only making me panic more. I fight my way out of their grip into the middle of the living room. Everyone seems closer, like they are trying to close in on me without me noticing. They aren’t going to catch me, I’m not going to let them.

“Everyone just back up!” I command with my arms out at my side making sure they get the message. I scan the room, looking for an exit or at least some place to sort of hide.

“Sorry, I’m sorry baby, I’ll turn it off,” Xiumin quickly turns the TV off.

“I need time, give me time,” I tell them.

“Maybe one of us should take her to our room,” Luhan suggests. “One on one seems a lot easier to handle.”

“I’ll take her,” Lay volunteers, “I need to patch her up.”

“Do you honestly think she is going to let you touch her?” Kris scoffs.

“I want to do it!” The younger three interject.

“No!” Xiumin, of course, is the one to put his foot down. “Luhan will do it.”

“What?” The crowd whines.

“He is the only one who is stable enough to do it, the rest of us can’t handle it.”

“I can take care of her just fine!” Kris roars.

“You can take care of our baby just fine when she is having a tantrum, this isn’t a tantrum, this is a panic attack. Can you handle watching her relieve those things we saw on those tapes in front of you?” Xiumin snaps back, standing chest to chest with the taller man but still manages to be the more terrifying of the two.

“Is that alright with you?” Luhan asks me, everyone else took a step back. “Do you want to come to my room with me? I promise that I won’t lay a finger on you.”

I nod. My hands are shaking against my chest as I follow the older through the familiar hallways. He walks into his room first and lets me be the one to leave the door open or closed. I close it. He stands on the far side of the room and again lets me decide on how we do things. I have free rein of the room and decide to go for the bed. Though I’m a bit hesitant to just crawl under the covers and make myself comfortable Luhan quickly encourages it. Once I’m settled everything just fades away. He has always been able to do this to me, if I had a nightmare, or was nervous about something he would bring me back down to earth.

“Are you feeling more stable?” He is by the windows now, far from me.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Can I come closer?”

I sit up in bed, “You can come sit by me if you want.”

“Is that what you want?” He cocks a brow at me and give me a small smile.

I nod.

Oh so slowly he makes his way toward me, he goes around the other side and lowers himself on to the bed so we are laying next to each other, “Is this okay?”

I chuckle, “We’ve laid together before Luhan, this normal.”

“No this isn’t normal anymore. You have no idea how much this means to me right now. You have no idea how many times I’ve woken up hoping you would be next to me. Lets not talk about that now though, how about something more light?”

“Like what? Everything is a trigger for something that could break the others heart.”

He hums, “When I was younger I wanted to be a fireman.”

I stare at him, he’s looking up at the ceiling his head cradled by a soft pillow. He looks like an angel. I couldn’t imagine such a beautiful savior, “I wanted to be a ballerina.”

“Why weren’t you?”

“Because I wasn’t allowed to take classes as a child.”

“What do you want to be now?”

“I’m not sure, I’m just trying to figure out how I want this day to end before I start thinking that far a head.”

“How do you want this day to end?” He looks over at me.

“I honestly have no idea. Either way, someone will be hurt. Either way I will end up with a heavy heart.”

“I know you are dealing with a lot right now but is there anyway I could hold your hand?” It is such an innocent request that for a moment I think he’s kidding but when our eyes meet there is so much emotion in his I just want to start crying.

“Only for a little while,” I offer my hand to him.

“That is all I’m asking for.”

I just want to say @xiudaddyskitten I see you blowing up my phone all day, whole shit you blew through this shit! And thank you all for the love!

Xoxo Pretty bird

The Stolen Gems [Thranduil/Bard] [Rated: Explicit] Chapter 01

Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the characters. I am making no money off of this.

Author’s Note: Alternate universe with modern day setting fic. First attempt at a Barduil fic too (well, publicly anyway). Sorry if it sucks. Sexy time won’t happen until the final chapter, so I hope you like the “mystery” as much as the sex.

For @themirkyking

The Stolen Gems

By MoonofMorrigan

Chapter One

Work had been slow of late for Bard. His last case, a simple one of a cheating husband took all of 3 days to close. They were often that way anymore. Occasionally he would encounter someone who asked him to investigate something radical like a missing person, or a stolen object that they preferred to not inform the police about, but it was very rare.

He had worked his way through school for this by using his skills on the docks. The labor was hard, but at least it was always busy. He threw another dart at the dartboard which hung on the door in front of him. It landed straight in the center. Bullseye!

He sat back and closed his eyes and began to dose off when his company phone rang jolting him awake. It rang 2 more times before he picked it up, and on the other end was a deep, masculine tenor of a voice.

“Mr. Bowman?”

“Yes, this is he. Can I help you?”

“I hope so. I wish for you to investigate some stolen property for me. Are you able to make arrangements to come to my office tonight after 9 p.m.?”, the man on the other end inquired.

Bard frowned. That was well passed closing shop for him.

“I assure you, it will be worth your while.” the man continued no doubt noticing the silent pause.

“Very well,” he answered briskly, his interest slightly peaked. At least it wasn’t another cheating spouse or significant other, “but who may I ask will I be meeting, and where is your office?”

“My apologies,” the man on the other line paused before answering, clearing his throat, “Thranduil Oropherion. My office is downtown in the…”

“Mirkwood Industries?” Bard cut him off unintentionally once he heard the man’s name.

Another pause. “Yes. My office is on the top floor. I’ll tell security to let you in.”

“Su-sure.” Bard stammered, “I’ll be there at 9 sharp.”

“Thank you. I look forward to our meeting.”

The line went dead a moment later. Bard was still holding the earpiece up to his ear when the beeping sound began. He put it down on the receiver with a look of wonder. Mirkwood Industries? Not just someone in the company either, but the owner, CEO, Chairman of the Board Thranduil Oropherion wanted to meet with him at that.  The company owned half of the city basically. If he played this right, the commission would be huge!

Bard made arrangements for his babysitter to stay a little later so he could meet with this Mr. Oropherion. But when he found himself parking in the company’s garage and being buzzed in by the security officer a feeling of nervous dread intermingled with excitement found it’s way into the pit of his stomach. It only increased when once inside the building with it’s polished to the point of being able to see his face in it floors, elevators and at times walls themselves. He was met by a rather tall, dark-haired man who greeted him, and told him his name was Elrond.

He led Bard to an elevator that could only be found after walking through a dizzying amount of hallways, which immediately opened. He explained that it was one of only four that led to Mr. Oropherion’s office on the top floor.

Bard gave the man a wide-eyed, questioning look at this. Elrond then explained that it was for security purposes. Bard nodded then looked ahead of him, wishing at once that he didn’t. It was one of those glass elevators that looked out over the city. The office they were going to was 26 floors up. He turned away feeling nauseous.

“Do you have a problem with heights Mr. Bowman?” inquired the man beside him.

Bard looked up expecting to see a sadistically amused smile on his face, but only seen a creased brow that seemed to convey curiosity more than concern or mocking.

“Only in situations such as this…”, he paused and turned around to face the doors instead of the world below him. “When the world is in motion as the height climbs, that is.”

Elrond merely nodded in understanding, and a couple moments later the bell pinged on the 26th floor and the silver doors opened. Bard stepped out into a lobby or waiting room of sorts, with a large, sleek desk situated just before a set of frosted glass doors and a silvery steel door situated just a few feet away from the desk. The occupant of the desk had long since gone home, and the lights in the room itself was dim. At the corner of the glass doors sat a secuirty guard. He briefly looked up, nodded at Elrond, gave Bard a look over, and went back to browsing through whatever it was he was looking at on his phone.

Elrond strode to the door without hardly making any sound at all on the hardwood floor, and knocked. Bard followed looking down at the dark wood. Who puts hardwood floor on an office level building Bard mused. Then considered who he was about to meet. Someone with too much money, who liked to show off. Bard had never set eyes on Thranduil Oropherion. He was considered eccentric, recluse to an extent. The last picture taken of him had been at his wife’s funeral over 10 years ago.  Bard tried to conjure up the image of the man in the newspaper. All he could remember was blond hair, and from what he remembered the man was fairly good looking. But beyond that he couldn’t recall anything else.

He’s probably some old, fat, bitter, ugly business man now with thinning hair, Bard thought to himself just before the door opened. He gasped in as much shock as surprise. Surprise by the door suddenly opening during his reverie. Shock however, was due to something entirely different. The man before him was literally beautiful. He could only tell it was a man by the broad shoulders and stronger lines of his face and body. His hair was a shock of nearly white blond. For a moment Bard was literally speechless. He managed to pull himself together a moment later.

“I’m Bard Bowman. Mr. Oropherion asked to me to meet him here.”

The man looked him up and down, cocked his head to the side with a slight upturn coming to his lips, and gestured for him to come in. Bard edged himself inside the door, expecting Elrond to follow, but instead when he looked behind him, Elrond was walking away and the door was shutting. Bard came to the middle of the room and looked around. No one else was here but him and the other man, and the room itself was not only perfectly clean, very efficient and business looking, but also very cold feeling. This room conveyed no sense of warmth. It was a place of business, and business only.  He did spot a wine and liqueur bar off to the far wall, a couple of personal items in view, pictures mostly, but nothing more than that. The desk was just as large as the secretary’s, with a two monitor system computer, that he noted was not only the latest edition, but powerful enough to hack into a government website if the person wanted to.

The man approached him and held out a hand, “I am Thranduil Oropherion. Forgive me, it’s been a very stressful day.”

Bard recognized the voice, and took the hand in his. He noted it was callused and rough like a laborer’s hand would be, or someone who at the very least indulged in something that required lifting and lots of use of hand work.  He also couldn’t help noticing how tall he was at this point. Bard only came up to his chin.

“It’s quite alright.”  He made an open gesture. “How can I help you?”

The tall man grinned. “Right into business then? I like that.” He gestured to a set of leather chairs sitting in front of the huge desk, “Please have a seat.” He walked over to the stand where the alcohol lay out, “Would you care for a drink?”

Bard almost didn’t register the question at first as he was too busy noticing the long, low ponytail of white-gold hair that the man had which reached to his waist, not to mention, he couldn’t help noticing the man’s very taut ass.  Bard was bi-sexual, and while he tended to go for women more than men, this guy was sending his senses off the chart.

“Ah… um, no. I’m driving tonight.”

Thranduil proceeded to put some ice in a glass, and pour a large glass of what looked to be scotch in it, before turning and coming to his seat. He sat after putting the glass down, and looked across the desk at Bard as he crossed one leg over the other.  

“As I mentioned over the phone this afternoon, I had some property stolen.”

Bard opened his mouth to give the usual speech about alerting the police, but the man put a hand up to silence him.

“I know what you’re about to advise. Contact the police, let them make a report. Perhaps I’ll get it back in one piece someday, yes?” His eyebrows came up in mock inquiry. Bard only nodded, then sat back in his chair to listen to the man’s explanation as to why he didn’t want to. “You see, the problem here is not that I do not know who took it. I just need to why, and who has it now. Of course, I’d like to see it returned, but if not, considering the circumstances…” The blond haired man trailed off and took a drink of his whiskey.

Bard gave the man a puzzled look before he asked, “Who do you believe has stolen it then Mr. Oropherion? And more to the point what was stolen?”

The man’s blue-gray eyes narrowed for a moment at the question. Then he got up once more and walked to a wall opposite him. He clicked on a button that was all but hidden save an almost invisible line, and it swung forward to reveal a safe. The man keyed in the combination, and opened it. He took out a picture, and presented it to Bard.

Bard studied it. It was a necklace of diamonds and pearls. An exquisite thing that any woman would want about their neck.

“This was the necklace my late wife wore on our wedding day. It is worth roughly five million dollars.” Bard nearly dropped the photograph, as he looked up at the man in shock, “I keep it in this safe.” He pointed to the safe behind him, and continued, “I check it’s contents daily. This morning I found the necklace gone.”

Bard hesitated before daring to ask his question. “Who do you think has taken it? How many people have access to the safe?”

Thranduil looked away, closing his eyes and sighing heavily. His hands fidgeted for a moment at his sides before he walked back over to his desk and sat down. He took another sip of his liqueur before answering, “Counting yourself, there are only four people in this world that have any knowledge of the safe’s existence. The first of course is myself, you, the contractor who designed the area for it to be placed in, and hidden… and finally… my son.” The man bit his lip and closed his eyes with a shake of his head. When he opened them he took another sip of his beverage, and turned his eyes on Bard.

Duty was intermingling with attraction at this point, and the attraction was dulling his senses. He shook it off. “You believe,” he paused for second, shifted in his seat before he looked at Thranduil with a furrowed brow, “that your son may have taken it?”

“Bluntly put, yes, I do.” Thranduil answered sitting back in his chair, drink in hand.

Bard shook his head. His son? “What reason do you possibly think he could have to do it?”

Thranduil shrugged. “That’s one of the reasons I wanted to hire you, and also considering who it is that I suspect has done it, you understand why I do not want to involve the police.”

Bard’s head was nodding in understanding and agreement at this thought. “Have you confronted him about it? Gotten any possible ideas what he did with it?”

“Yes, and no.” Thranduil drained the last of the amber liquid from the glass and set it down on the desk. “I have confronted him. He denies it of course, but I know he is lying. A father can always tell when his son is lying. But because he is denying it, I have no idea what he did with it, or why he took it in the first place.”

Bard hung his head and blinked several times as he thought. This is going a whole lot of no where very fast! He unconsciously made a hopeless gesture.

Thranduil sighed heavily, “I know it’s not much to go on. Nothing really. But I assure you money is no object, and whatever you require, I will be more than happy to provide. While the necklace is precious to me, as it was my wife’s, my son is more so. I fear… he may have gotten involved with some rather less than auspicious groups of people.”

Bard’s face contorted into a look of concern. Was this man eluding to mafia connections? The blond merely stared at him silently. There was a pleading in those eyes, and the lips had become a thin line as he watched Bard’s reactions.

“I can not guarantee results Mr Oropherion. I am by no means a top investigator in this city. “ He hated to say his next words, but he felt he should, “Perhaps I am not the best person to ask to take on this case sir. I…” He looked around him suddenly embarrassed.  “I am not sure I will be able to handle anything like this. I have a family, and I can’t afford anything… unsavory to happen to me, if you understand my meaning sir. I’m all my kids got.”

He watched Thranduil look away, then back again. He was considering something. He eyed Bard and got up with his glass, and went back over to the table, pouring himself another glassful.

“Actually, I think I have the perfect man for the job then,” Thranduil said, before he turned around giving Bard a pointed look. “You understand my plight more than anyone.” He crossed the room again, but remained standing. He put the glass on the desk and bent forward becoming eye level with Bard. “I had you checked out before I called you. I know you’re the right person for this job Mr. Bowman.”

Bard’s eyes went wide for a moment and he felt his mouth open in astonishment. He forced himself to snap out of and force his expression into a neutral one. “You had me investigated before you called me?”

“Of course. But I can’t have just anyone coming in here to discuss family business with. Not to mention the location of my more precious belongings.” Thranduil’s eyes flickered over to the safe for a moment then back to Bard. “Take the case, Mr. Bowman. I will make sure your children are well cared for while you are on it.”

Bard felt like he would be pinned to the ground by the intensity of the stare Thranduil was giving him. He nodded and in a quiet voice said, “Alright, when would you like me to begin?”

Thranduil stood back up to his full height as he considered the dark-haired man before him.  He  was slightly shorter than him, streaks of white were beginning to thread their way through a head full of soft black curls. His face had a well groomed thin mustache, soul patch and chin beard.  He was dressed in a dark, navy suit, the tie just a shade lighter than the suit. The shirt appeared to have the slightest hint of navy blue stitches sewn into the fabric.  The shoes, black and slightly scuffed on the sides were still polished and shiny. While most wouldn’t think too much of this, Thranduil did.  By caring how he looked, he obviously cared how his clients viewed him. The suit was not tailor-made or name brand, which made no difference to Thranduil, he knew this man couldn’t afford anything of that nature, but his grooming and dress was definitely well cared for.

“Tomorrow, if possible. As for where, I was hoping you would have an idea of where you should begin to be honest,” Thranduil commented, sat back down, gathered his drink in his hands, and leaned back in his seat once more releasing the man from his gaze. He couldn’t help noting their soft brown color, and wondered briefly if his eyes were perhaps hazel. He was actually very pleasing to look at. Thranduil was the type of person who didn’t pay much attention to gender, as much as the individual themselves, albeit friendship or even more intimately. The person needed to strike a cord with him. This humble, dark-haired man who seemed a great deal more exhausted and worried than most individuals would notice, managed to do that.

“Fair enough,” he nodded in understanding, “I suppose I should first exam the case you kept the necklace in, then I’d like to speak to your son at the earliest convenient time,” Bard replied softly with a furrowed brow as he seemed to be thinking aloud. He turned to look at the open safe.

“Of course,” Thranduil gestured to the wall safe, “be my guest.”

He watched as the man stood, and stretched his legs, without trying to make it seem like he had done so,  then crossed the room to the safe. He watched him rummage about in it, then lift out of the steel case he kept the velvet covered box that had housed the necklace since he had given it to his wife on their wedding day to wear. He opened it, he was able to see the man was taking in the outlines the necklace had made over the years on the velvet inside it. He looked up at Thranduil thoughtfully for a moment, closed the box and returned it, took a brief glance around at the rest of the contents and then, returned to the seat he had been in before.

He pulled out a notebook and shortened ballpoint pen from him pocket, clicked the pen, and sat down.  “Also, I don’t mean to give you the wrong impression, but I do have to ask where you were, and what you did between last night and this morning.

Thranduil let out a bark of laughter at this, then gathering his senses he stated still with some mirth in his voice, “Of course! You can’t rule me out just because I own the thing.” He let his smile fade, but was still amused by this, “I was home – alone of course, except for the maid.  She left at 9:30 last night I believe. After that, not a soul can vouch for me aside from the security guards here.” He made an open gesture to his surroundings, and drained his scotch again.

“Of… of course,” Bard stammered looking away in thought.

Thranduil watched him silently. The other man sat before him several minutes without speaking, making notes every now and then. Finally, he looked up. “My apologies, I prefer to make my immediate notes in cases like this in the place of crime. That way it’s still fresh in my mind.”

Thranduil nodded, “Perfectly understandable. “

“You mentioned the security guards would know who would come in and out of here at all times, correct?”

Thranduil nodded again as he confirmed it, “If the ones at the front doors miss it for whatever reason, there are still security cameras everywhere.” He pointed to an area behind them where a black security camera hung just low enough to be seen. Bard noted it and made another sentence in his notebook, then shifted to put the notebook back in his pocket.

“So, it’s reasonable to think that you basically caught your son on the cameras taking the necklace?” Bard asked with a considerate tone of voice.

“Yes, it is. In fact,” Thranduil bent down and pulled open the bottom door to his desk, and brought out the dvd he had the security team make of the night before, “the security footage is right here.” He held it up, laid it on the desk and slid it across to Bard. He was having a hard time keeping his emotions in check over this.

Bard shrugged as he took it up and turned it over in his hands before looking back up at Thranduil, “Well, you did say you knew who did it.”

“Yes,” Thranduil looked down, deciding to let some of his concern actually show, “I will not be pressing charges. I just need to know why he did it. Who has it now, and of course, if it can be returned. Please, understand, it’s not that I don’t think he should have punishment over this, but prison over stealing something that he could have just taken if he asked, is another. The necklace is as much his, as it is mine. He is my only son. My only child in fact.” He looked back up at the man who was returning it with sympathetic eyes. “I’m sure you understand.”

Bard didn’t give a verbal answer. He only broke eye contact and nodded turning the DVD over in his hands once more.  Finally, Bard looked up at him as they had sat in silence for several tense moments.  “Well, I think I have everything I need to get started.”

Thranduil let his practiced, public smile come to his face, “Very good. Will you wish to speak to my son here or at our residence?” as he stood and began crossing the room with the other man.

Bard looked around. “Perhaps at home. It’s been my experience that kids talk easier if they are in a familiar environment. How old is your son by the way?” Bard asked as they walked to the door.

“Seventeen. You know, the perfect age to get in trouble – real trouble.” Thranduil opened the door for Bard, and seen him turn to look around once more.

“Yes, it is. Um, sorry, one last question. Elrond, I think is his name, mentioned there are four elevators that lead here. Where are they all?”

Thranduil walked into the lobby and pointed each one out. The one in the back was the one he took the most interest in, but made no comment regarding it. Thranduil knew why however, it was the only one Legolas could have come up to without being seen immediately by the security guard by the door. The video would confirm it.

“Everyone uses key cards to come in correct?” Bard asked as they returned to the main portion of the lobby.

“Yes, even Legolas. He also has a key to the safe box I keep the necklace in. He comes in to check the contents for me if I am unable.” Thranduil told him as they came to the elevator Bard originally came to the floor in.

“Okay, okay… those are the only things I can think of at this moment.” Thranduil smiled and took a business card from his suit pocket to hand to Bard, “Oh, your home address so that I can speak with your son in the morning.”

“Of course. May I borrow your pen?” Bard fished the pen out of his pocket, and handed it to him. Thranduil quickly scribbled the address on the back of another business card, and handed it and the pen to Bard. “The phone numbers I wrote on the back will ring directly to me.”

“Thank you. I’ll try to be at your house at 10 o'clock.Good night Mr. Oropherion.”

“Perfect.” The doors slid open to the elevator. “Please just call me Thranduil. Good night, Mr. Bowman.” The doors slid shut before the other man could reply.

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 5

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] | [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9] [Pt 10]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,590

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: earlier I said that this was likely gonna be around 6000 words but I lied–if I had finished writing everything I had planned it probably would’ve been around 7000-8000, and that’s kind of outrageous imo, so. I trimmed it down :p enjoy

A few days go past but your life never seems as it used to.

Meeting Namjoon the second time had messed up your flow for a while, but you’d managed to sink back into it. This time, however…everything feels out of place. You walk to class mindlessly and don’t pay attention. At lunch you pick at your food, antsy—and walking to work is a nightmare. You keep wondering if you’ll see Jimin again when you step in through the front doors.

He’s yet to come back, but…but you’re still paranoid.

You want to know who he is—what’s going on.

Namjoon has your answers. You have Namjoon’s contact information, and yet…you’re not ready to make the call. You’re not ready to accept the changes that are lying ahead of you.

You want to stay in your quaint, boring world. You want to live your life without problems—without fearing for your safety. But you also realize that every day you wait to make the call your security diminishes. You want Namjoon to protect you—but you’re not even sure if he will. He never promised you protection, after all, only answers.

He could easily throw you to the wind. You have no real connection with him—just 2 sexcapades and a coincidental meeting. That’s it.

So you don’t call. Because despite that you’re scared of potential outside threats—you’re also scared of what Namjoon might say.

To sum it up—your life is just one big ball of anxiety.

“Hey,” a male voice speaks up, sliding into the seat beside you. You’re in your psychology lecture, and honestly you don’t even remember walking in or sitting down. But you’re here, apparently, because now there’s someone talking to you.

“Hi,” you say back, uninterested. There’s silence for a few seconds.

“Y/N…hey, are you alright?” the same voice speaks up, a hand gently pressing against your shoulder, and finally you snap out of it, the voice registering in your mind.

It’s Jungkook.

“Oh! Hi!” you say a bit too loud, feeling your face flush with embarrassment. You hurriedly turn to face Jungkook and find him frowning at you, eyebrows creased with worry.

“I…,” he starts, eyes locking with yours, and you can see the seriousness reflected in them. However, before he can speak his mind the door to the room clicks shut and your professor walks in.

“Can we talk after class?” he whispers, cautiously eyeing the professor as the man makes his way to the front of the room, and you nod.

Satisfied with your response, Jungkook moves to grab his notebook and you do the same. You’re not sure what it is Jungkook is planning to talk to you about, but you have a sneaking suspicion that it’s nothing good.

Namjoon had gone to meet with Jungkook’s father, and if Namjoon is involved in shady business then that likely means Mr. Jeon is too. And, therefore, Jungkook is connected as well.

You’re trapped in a web of men who dabble in illegal activities. Just great.

Class goes by achingly slow. Your professor drones on about the bystander effect, and your upcoming test, and a million other topics that you don’t pay attention to. You just tap your pencil against your notebook the entire lecture, and by the time your professor releases you there’s an army of tick marks littering the previously blank page.

“You good?” Jungkook asks quietly as your classmates all hurry from the room, rushing to get to their next classes. He still looks worried for you, and you suppose it doesn’t help that earlier you had never answered him.

“I—yeah…I’m fine,” you say, yet the smile you pull is anything but convincing.

“C’mon,” Jungkook mumbles, still frowning as he eyes over you, and you follow his lead as he stands from his chair and starts towards the exit of the room. You both enter the hall together, walking towards the stairs, but just as you’re approaching the double doors they open, and 4 men walk through. 3 are dressed in police uniform, and the other dressed in a suit.

Discussing amongst each other quietly, they scan the hall with narrowed eyes, and your blood runs cold when their gazes stop on you.

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Some Kind Of Wonderful - (Young)James Potter Imagine

A/N: aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh xD I’m back! and not only am I back, I’m back with my FIRST JAMES POTTER IMAGINE! :D :D 

Anonymous said: What about a James x reader where they’re best friends and it escalates to something more? sorry if this is too vague! Xx

so, I don’t know why, but as soon as I read this request, I thought of the movie Some Kind of Wonderful! so much that I was in the mood to watch it today and I did and I got inspired by it and you may even find a few quotes here and there! :D so here it is! I reaaaallly hope you guys like it! I’m a bit nervous with it being my first imagine in sooo long! :D

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :)

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Some Kind Of Wonderful

“Well, if it isn’t my favourite four people in this school” (Y/N) said walking to the Marauders who were all by the lake under a tree.

James was playing with the Snitch, Remus was reading a book, Sirius was enjoying a cigarette and Peter was just looking up at the sky.

“Well, if it isn’t our favourite girl in school” Sirius said smirking up at her. “Want one?” he asked offering her the pack of cigarettes as she sat next to him.

“No, I quit, remember?” she said glaring at him a little and he chuckled putting them away. “So what are you all talking about?”

“As if you don’t already know-“ Remus started but was interrupted by James.

“I am thinking of the best way to ask Lily out” he said excited making (Y/N)’s smile fall out of her face.

“Again, really?” she asked widening her eyes at Remus who nodded.

See, here’s the thing. (Y/N) and James had been best friends since they could remember. They grew up next to each other and their parents were best friends. Everything was perfect. They both loved Quidditch, they both got sorted into Gryffindor, the Marauders loved her… but somewhere along that road, she found herself falling for the charms of Mr. Potter. And the only problem was that she knew that he only saw her as a sister. Oh, and he was hopelessly in love with Lily Evans.

“And as always my dearest (Y/N), you have perfect timing” he said putting the Snitch in his pocket and getting closer to her while throwing his arm around her shoulders.

“For what?” she asked forcing the smile back on her face.

“Well, you’re a girl, aren’t you?” James asked in an obvious tone.

“Oh, really? I hadn’t noticed that. Thanks for letting me know” she said rolling her eyes and making the other three Marauders laugh a little.

“Well, can you help me? I want this to be perfect. I need to know what is like inside a girl’s mind” he told her.

“James, you couldn’t score her in a million years. A, you’re too stupid and arrogant, which she has established numerous times, and B, she’d kill you!” (Y/N) said. “Which she has also attempted numerous times.”

“Be that as it may” James said glaring at her. “I would really appreciate it if my friends supported me on this!”

“Mate, is just time to get realistic, alright? You followed the girl around for a year. She’s not interested” Remus told him.

“I’m going to marry that girl” James defended himself.

“Right and I’ll marry Lucius Malfoy” (Y/N) said rolling her eyes.

“I’m telling you, she is the future Mrs. Potter” he said turning back to his friends. “Our kids would be smart and beautiful” he said ignoring them.

“Not to mention imaginary” Peter added.

“Come on Prongs, you can’t still be on this. I mean, Evans has made it perfectly clear that she wants nothing to do with you, mate” Sirius told him.

“She does want something to do with me, mate. She just doesn’t know it yet” James assured them.

“Jamie… you’re losing it. And when it’s lost, all you are is a loser” (Y/N) said removing his arm from her shoulders.

“Come on, (Y/N), please?” he said making his big puppy eyes at her. Those same eyes that she could never say no to. She turned to look back at Sirius and Remus who were shaking their heads no but she caved.

“Ugh, fine! What do you want me to do?”

“Well, I want to ask her to the Christmas Ball” he said “And I wanted to give her something nice for Christmas, so maybe you could come to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday and pick out something for her?” he asked with a big smirk on his face.  

“Do I have to?”

“Well, I mean, you don’t have to” James said as he stood up. “Unless you would want to make your best friend really happy” he said dramatically. “And you know I would do the same thing for you” he said with a begging face.

“Fine” she said rolling her eyes as James leaned down to kiss her forehead.

“Thank you, love” he said triumphal. “Come on Wormtail, time to hit the kitchens” he said as Peter stood up too. “So, Saturday, you and me” he said winking at (Y/N). “Don’t forget alright?”

(Y/N) placed a fake smile on her face that came with a fake laugh as well. “Great! I can’t wait” she said looking at the two boys who were leaving. “Give me one of those” she said looking back at the remaining two and grabbing Sirius’ pack of cigarettes from his hand.

“I thought you quit” Sirius said mocking her and (Y/N) glared at him.

“Shut up!” she said lighting one.

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Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 7

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] [Pt 3] [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] | [Pt 8] [Pt 9] [Pt 10]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 4,132

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: I made it back to Michigan! Hooray! I HAVE WIFI AGAIN. Anyway, here’s a quick update, since I had free time while I was on vacation! :D Besides, I’ve got a full weekend and upcoming school week ahead of me (3 midterms) so…pray for me //sighs. Anyway, enjoy!

To say the least, you’ve been feeling like shit. Obviously everything going on in your life is overwhelming and up in the air. You don’t know if the police are still watching you. You don’t know if any of Namjoon’s enemies are aware that you exist—but you seriously hope not.

Everything is just…one big sigh. And you’re lacking hope…and energy…and just…happiness in general.

Everyone around you notices. Your professors ask if you’re sick. The people you sit beside in class and don’t even talk to quietly question whether or not someone in your life has died. Your better friends try and drag you out to make you feel better, but to no avail—you always refuse.

The only one who knows what’s weighing down on you is Jungkook—and he tries his best to help you. He really does.

He takes you out to lunch, sets time aside so you can both study together, even brings you a coffee before the start of class one day. And you appreciate how hard he’s trying—you even tell him that, giving him tired hugs and polite smiles—but such sights aren’t convincing to him.

You’re not the same girl who came to his house to tutor him a few weeks prior. He hadn’t even known you well then but he wants that Y/N back.

And he knows what he has to do.

Namjoon is the problem here. Not you. And Jungkook needs to knock some sense into Namjoon before things for you get any worse.

C’mon,” your friend nudges you, hopeful grin spread across her face. Honestly, maybe it’s all her fault that you had gotten into this mess—forcing Namjoon’s name out of you in that café so many weeks back—but you refuse to blame your struggles on her. You had chosen to say Namjoon’s name aloud, and she had been oblivious.

“I really don’t feel like going out tonight,” you whine, burying your face into the cushions of your couch. Huffing, your friend stomps forward and drags you up. You groan as she does so, trying your hardest to turn into a brick.

“Just come out with me tonight!” she begs, tugging at your arms. “You’ve been looking half-dead lately, and even if you don’t find a cute boy to bring home at least you’ll get some alcohol in your system! It’ll loosen you up, ya know?! Make you forget about whatever is on your mind!”

“Yeah, but…”

“No buts! Get your ass up, chickie! I’ll go get your outfit ready!” she cackles, hurrying out of the room and towards your closet. Sighing, you push yourself off of your couch and wobble to your feet, rubbing at your eyes.

There’s no way you can deny her at this point, so you may as well try and have fun.

The club your friend drags you to is one you’ve never tread foot in before—but it’s essentially the same as all the others. There’s a bar, a DJ, a clump of men and woman dancing and grinding on each other, and a more private area with couches on the upper balcony overlooking the main dance floor.

The thrum of the bass invades your body the minute you step into the building, and your friend grins at you, tugging you through the crowd until you’re both at the bar.

“A strawberry sunrise for me and a rum and coke for her—Captain Morgan, and put it in heavy,” your friend orders, winking at the bartender as she angles her head towards you. Chuckling quietly, the male dips his head in confirmation and moves to work on your drinks. As you wait, you both turn and survey the dance floor. You’re not really interested in getting involved in the throng of bodies, but your friend already looks excited, fidgeting with the hem of her short skirt.

“Here you are,” the bartender says, sliding your drinks across the bar. You grab yours and take a few gulps immediately—the rum causing your tongue to tingle as the mixed drink slides down your throat. Your friend watches you with a knowingly smile, bumping her hip against yours.

“Don’t get drunk too fast,” she says, and you roll your eyes.

“This is my first one, calm down.”

“I know,” she giggles, hurriedly finishing off her dainty drink and placing the glass back down on the bar. Making sure her looks are in order, she quickly hugs you and then starts away, hips swaying hypnotically as she makes her way towards the crowd.

“But enjoy yourself, alright?! Let loose a little! And find me if you need me!”

“Yeah, yeah~,” you wave her off, bringing your drink back to your lips, and she sends you one last wide smile before disappearing on the dance floor. You sigh once she’s gone, downing the rest of your drink. The bartender takes notice immediately, and a second one is being slid towards you less than 20 seconds later.

“Thanks,” you say, holding your glass up to him in a ‘cheers’ manner, and he nods. Holding the glass to your lips, you fidget, skirt riding up your thighs uncomfortably. You should have never allowed your friend to pick out your outfit—because a pencil skit that barely covers your ass and a tank-top that is 92% see-through is definitely not your preferred choice of wardrobe—but at least she had allowed you to wear the plaid button-up you’d grabbed last minute.

“Care if I buy you a drink?” A smooth voice rings out, and you turn to find a typical greasy looking frat boy leaning against the bar beside you. Forcing a smile to your lips, you lean your chest towards him and nod. Thinking you’re into him, the male quickly calls the bartender over, and the bartender gives you a knowing look as he moves to make your third drink of the night—far too soon.

“So,” the frat boy says when the bartender slides the drink into your hand. You pick it up, swirling it with the tiny straw it had come with. “Care to dance with me?”

“Actually, I’m not really feeling it,” you say, faking apology as you push off the bar and start away. “But thank you for the drink~”

Hurrying to the staircase that leads up to the second floor, you don’t look back, glass firm in your hand as you make your way up. From the balcony you can see everything, and you try and search for your friend but to no avail. So, you give up and retreat to one of the empty couches, doing your best to ignore the other couples around you that would likely be better off leaving and going to get a room somewhere else.

Sinking into the cushions, you let loose a deep sigh, setting your glass on the table in front of you. For a few minutes, you’re alone—back to being lost in your thoughts—but of course that doesn’t last long.

“Hey,” a new voice speaks. You look up at hearing the baritone voice, surprised at the man standing in front of you. There’s a hole torn in his sleeve, and yet he still looks well put together—brown hair swept across his forehead and playful grin pulling at his lips.

“Can I sit here?”

Eying him suspiciously, you want to tell him no, but something about the way he holds himself—the way he’s looking at you with a glint in his eyes…it interests you.

“Sure…,” you say, scooting over to make room for him, and with a blinding smile that flashes all of his perfectly white teeth, he sits beside you.

“Thanks, princess.”

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Drabble list

so here’s the list of prompts you can send in, I might add more to the list at some point but for now this is all. Just sending a number and who from supernatural you want it to be paired with. Enjoy…these are not original I just put together some that I found.

1. “If you walk out right now, it’s over for us.”

2. “I need you to forgive me.”

3. “I love you for you, don’t you dare think otherwise!”

4. “Come on, let’s throw the dice, see what happens.”

5. “Is… is that even possible? Like, can we do this?”

6. “I just need you to do this one thing for me.”

7. “Go on, tell me. Tell me you don’t love me.”

8. “Stop! Please, don’t! Take me instead!”

9. “You should know that the side effects, well, they’re pretty intense.”

10. “Before I do this, I need you to know that I have always loved you.”

11. “What were you thinking?? Were you trying to get me killed?”

12. “Let’s face it- we’re cursed.”

13. “How about we put the gun down and let’s talk about this?”

14. “Why is it we’re always the unlucky ones?”

15. “You can’t leave me in the dark. You have to tell me these things.”

16. “Just pick a damn name, okay?”

17. “I don’t care what she said, it doesn’t mean jack squat.”

18. “This relationship used to be all about communication! What ever happened to that?”

19. “You walked away. Not me.”

20. “So because he said you should, you thought it would be okay to follow through with it?”

21. “Don’t force my hand, you won’t like what happens.”

22. We’ll finish it the same way we started it…together.“

23. “If you walk out that door, you’re no longer one of us. You’ll be one of them and that means I’ll treat you like one of them.”

24. “Game’s over you son of a bitch! Tell me where (s)he is!”

25. “Hold my hand dammit, we gotta make this look convincing!”

26. “Now you said you’d be here. Where are you?”

27. “We were supposed to be family.”

28. “How dare you.”

29. “You have no idea what I’ve done for you.”

30. “You need to leave. Right now.”

31. “Stop taking pictures! I’m f*cking stuck. Be useful and help me!!”

32. “Delete that immediately.”

33. “But the carnival is right down the street! Can we please, please go!?”

34. “Stop eating all these burritos. I’ll have to pay the consequences later on tonight!”

35. “It was him! He stepped on my foot.”

36. “Sorry, I thought I was alone..”

37. “Shopping? Do I have to go?”

38. “Is it supposed to look like that? Are you sure?”

39. “I swear it was like that when I found it!”

40. “Crocs? Who hurt you so much in this life?”

41. “Separate them right now or so help me God, I will kill you!”

42. “So there was an accident..”

43. “Give me 5 bucks, I’ll explain later.”

44. “Twins? We’re…we’re having twins?!”

45. “BOOM! That oughta how you not to mess with me!”

46. “Blood. Blood everywhere.”


48. “Asking for a friend.. Do you know how to get a foot out of the toilet?”

49. “She was crying, right there in the middle of the grocery store.”

50. “It spilled everywhere. And guess who had to clean it up. That’s right. ME!”

51. “What do you mean you’re sold out?”

52. “I’m addicted and I admit that I need help.”

53. “So? It’s not your problem so butt out.”

54. “My mom thinks you like me. Tell her she’s wrong.”

55. “I’m laughing because you’re angry. I swear I didn’t do it!”

56. “I want to come home.”

57. “This is… this is somewhere I never imagined I’d be.”

58. “I left everything for this, I left it all…for you!”

59. “Please don’t leave me.”

60. “You didn’t tell me it was karaoke night..”

  61. “(S)he never misses, (s)he never quits, and never loses. If you’re alive, it’s because (s)he wants you alive.”

62. Because even the sun can envy the stars.

63. Cold sunshine fell around him.

64. She really couldn’t stand his eyes on her.

65. “Amazing, isn’t it?”

66. The truth lodged bitter tasting in his mouth

67. “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”

 68. “(S)he’s missing, not dead.”

69. I ran in the direction of the scream.

 70. “Promise me you’ll stay.”

 71. They were looking at each other with the intensity usually reserved for bomb defusion.

 72. They couldn’t remember a time when they weren’t scared.

73. “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan.”

 74. “If my parents knew what I was doing, they’d kill me.”

 75. “I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of a thousand suns, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”

 76. His capacity for forgiveness wasn’t infinite.

 77. “I’m sorry, but I can’t trust you anymore.”

 78. “All of those people are alive right now because of her.”

 79. “Stop talking about love for a minute and help me with this bullet wound.”

 80. “You were always the quiet one.”

 81. “You’ve only heard his point of view. You never asked mine.”

 82. “No! I’m tired of doing what you say!”

 83. He was terrified of small spaces and she knew.

84. It was the age of screaming.

 85. There were few things that truly weren’t meant to exist. One of them was…

 86. They came in a blur of shadows.

 87. “I promised myself I wouldn’t let you complete me.”

 88. There were only so many things you could hide from.

 89. Her voice could sink ships.

 90. “If you take her eyes, she will be blind. But if you take her heart, she will be empty.”

 91. She was broken in a lot of ways, but there was a brilliance in her that he wanted to know all about.

 92. “I saw you staring at each other, I just wasn’t sure if it was sexual tension or murderous rage.”

 93. His eyes drooped, his hands wavered, and then there was a scream of metal tearing.

 94. He watched, helpless, as the door closed behind her.

95. Under normal circumstances he would speak his mind, but, with a gun against his head…

 96. It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it.

 97. He was the picture of health. Which was amazing considering his lifestyle.

 98. It was as if she didn’t understand the concept of ‘shut up’.

 99. I believed that nothing could ever replace it. And that belief lasted for forty eight hours.

 100. The kiss tasted like tears.