its like my heart has been ripped out of my chest

All It Takes (three)

Bucky x Reader

Summary: Be happy Bucky is here to handle everything.

Word Count: 4116 | Rating: R

Warnings: SMUT. oral (f receiving), face riding, dirty talking, two nsfw gifs, UNPROTECTED SEX (wrap your wang, before you bang!)

A/N: I am just going to leave this for y’all thirsty hoes. But I’m baffled by the feedback I got on the first tow part, so just wanna say THANK YOU!

also sorry for any typos

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So I like to think about what would happen if an alien sees, first hand, what a human filled with survival instincts and rage looks like. Mostly I just wanted to write this lol
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Th'wed never thought the peaceful cargo ship would have crashed, attacked by smugglers for the rare jewels they had been assigned to watch over once it exchanged hands between them and the Humans. A gift of peace. He remembers sneering when he saw the group in ornamental armor and wondering why such a brutish race had survived so long without destroying itself. He cringed when one of them, a blonde female in the robes of a scribe, bared her teeth. All of them are savages.

When the ship went down on a hostile moon orbiting the gas giant he didn’t expect to survive. But he did, all because the humans covered him and the unshielded female. Waking up covered in the viscera of the crew and surrounded by the twisted perversion of the ship he immediately turned and vomited, uncaring for the tube like filaments on his head being coated in the green slime, the scales on them and his face turning a sickly yellow of fear and pain. The cover did not save him completely from harm, leg snapped all three toes curled in pain like a fist.

That’s when he heard it. The mournful wail that sounded more like a vengeful scream. The scribe was not worse for wear but her companions has no such luck, ornamental armor unable to save them from being pierced by the gutted ship. She kneeled beside another warrior, male perhaps, with a neck twisted in a strange way. She sniffed and to his amazement began gathering the group and the crew members, laying them side by side and crossing their arms, closing the eyes of the ones that still had faces. It was a long process and more than once she had to toss away a limb. He leaned over to vomit again.

When he leaned straight again the unnerving creature was staring at him, eyes wide and glossy. She bared her teeth again and made a strange barking sound that he tried to lean away from.

“Of all the fucking people to survive it’s the chick without a gun and the racist torrin.”

She pointed to the near by body of the male she wept over, his dark skin charred black from the flames.

“His name was Christofer and if he didn’t order them to protect you, you’d be dead. Thank him, if you think you can handle thanking a ‘brutish savage’.

The scales tinged pink with embarrassment. So she had heard him complaining to the captain. He never expected her to help him up, short stature surprisingly sturdy as she helped him limp away into the foliage. He was always amazed that such tiny creatures command such fear. She was patient with the shell shocked male, saving her own tears for when they had found water. She used her outer robe to set his leg and left him to go back and scavenger for supplies. Th'wed doesn’t worry much, taking the moment to mourn as quietly as possible, scales turning a dreary grey. Help will come soon. It has to.
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Help did not come. In the passing of the gas giant and the sun, night and day both equal to three earthling days according to his guid, Morgan, she healed the hollow bones of his leg best to her ability but he suspects he will limp for the rest of his life. Her eyes grew colder everyday although she smiles more. He remembers almost fondly the hysterical laughter she had when she explained that her species barred their teeth in joy and politeness. She hunted for them while he used his own knowledge of those sector to find edible plants and fish. Their dynamic grew into a fondness, perhaps even friendship, the smaller alien often touching him. Petting his "hair” or examining his pink hued skin or his clawless limbs. She was fascinated with his eyes, large and round and completely black. Equated him to something she calls an owl.

He often looks back at the day he asked her how she knows to survive and hunt, the smile he is now able to differentiate from becoming cold and predatory.

“I grew up on a ship colony with my brother. When we landed for supplies we had to hunt for our food, too poor to use what credits we had for nutrient blocks. They caught us one day, chopped off my brothers hand when he took the wrap. When I joined the military to provide for them they gave me survival training. Never know when a ship crashes and you have to make it until a ship comes for you.”

His respect grew as he sat in the small lodging they built together. From the craftsmanship of the things she lovingly carved he suspected she wanted to be something else and not a military lackey. The short alien from then on began using familiar nick names and hugging often. Pack instincts. He would have sneered months ago at the notion. She was a peaceful woman who laughed more often than she cried and went against every stereotype he knew. It lulled him in security with her, forgetting the predator she was.

An animal, one he never saw before but was monstrous in size and shape attached him while he gathered one day, snapping his makeshift cane and almost crushing his ribs in one swipe of its spotted paw. It’s long snout split the wrong way, vertical mouth filled with slavering teeth. Knowing he was going to die he lied limp on the forest floor and awaited the golden afterlife. He heard a great roar from behind him and felt the sweeping air of a spear over his body.

The creature backed off while his human crouched over his body, eyes wild, pupils so blown they almost dominate her eyes. Her chest heaves and fists tighten. Looking at her face he felt both of his hearts almost stop in pure fear. He wonders how he could have ever mistaken her smiling for a show of aggression. He can clearly see the artificially sharpened teeth, something he dutifully ignored before, glistening in the reflective shine of the bright red gas giant hanging in the sky.

Opening her jaw in a way he almost couldn’t comprehend he let out a strangled roar and charged the thing. With every swipe it bleed. With every indigent scream it made at her she answered in kind only angrier. It was insistent, probably not used to its food fighting back, and made as to clamp its jaws around her. Screaming for her to run did nothing. She stood there face twisted in rage as she grabbed the closing jaws and. Tore. Them. Off.

She separated the jaws until a wet cracking sound echoed but didn’t stop until she tore it completely free, fingers dripping in blood. Green for the creature and red from her own ripped palms. She tossed back her head and screamed to the sky, red planet outlining her body like a bloody halo. She looked like a god of war her people so love to worship. Rescue came weeks later from a human ship honing onto the beacon from the crash. He was roomed in the med bay while she was escorted away on the large military colony and he didn’t see her for days while he messaged his queen. When she came back she was groomed and wearing the royal blue of a generals uniform, chest glittering with the metals of valor. She grinned and stood at attention.

“We have not been formally introduced. I am general Morgan Regina of sector Terra. I was sent to ensure the first official contact with a new species went well.”

He took the offered hand which he now knows is filled with nanotechnology, turning her bones to metal and her muscles into inexhaustible strength. Even turning off her pain receptors so she will not be hindered with her own pain. Swallowing thickly he wills his face into the unfamiliar stretch of a smile and her eyes glitter at the effort. He fears her. Respects her. And will probably die fighting his people for the alliance her people offer. He is indebted, it seems, to a savage brute.
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Soft

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: you have so many heroes
and the world has so many more.
let him be soft,
and let him be mine
.” (x)
Words: 1,176
Warnings: language
Notes: honestly idk either and this could damn well be about stucky but hey pls read the thing this is based on it’s like my fave thing ever??


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Touch Me (M)

Originally posted by simondismydaddy

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Pairing: Fratboy Namjoon x Reader | College AU NSFW 18+
Count: 9152 words
Summary: You’re stressed and recovering from the pressure of exams when your friends dare you to sleep with awkward frat-boy Namjoon. They say he’s a dom in the sheets but all you see is a cluttered mess in the streets.

Namjoon is in your psychology class and he sits in the very middle of the lecture theatre, three seats left of yours. Sometimes you’d look up, prompt by a prickly sensation down your neck to catch the man, horn-rimmed glasses and chestnut disheveled hair staring straight at you, deep in thought.

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Unapologetically Yours

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Tags: AU (because apparently, I can’t write canon), smut, cheating (but is it really?), Dean’s really adorable, Teacher!Dean, fluff

Words: 1,585

A/N: honestly I have no idea what the hell happened here I just started writing and then….this. also I watched this gif like 1052093483 times in a row and now I feel like I should apologize to Jensen 

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Unseelie Bucky x Reader

Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain permanently at war. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until, as an effort to placate the raging war between the Fae, the Prince of Winter himself comes to claim you as his.

Warnings: mentions of death (plus smut in future chapters)

Word count: 2286

A.N: Yes, i’m still alive, and yes, I’ve started a new series while I still have three unfinished ones. BUT This is a very, very different project because (drumroll)… It’s my first smut ever! EVER! and although this is kind of the introduction chapter, expect things to get intense after this. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Dedicated to the beautiful Ella @buckysinthesinbin​ for all the help and for putting up with me and my writing whims.

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You hear the bow snapping and watch the arrow fly as it sinks into the deer’s side, causing the small animal to cry out once before its legs give out and it topples to the side, falling on the ground with a soft thud.

Finally, after two days of scouting the forest and searching nonstop, the endless tracking of snapped twigs and barely-there hoofprints has amounted to something. The last strip of dried meat you had to split with Kate this morning, but nonetheless you lunge forward from behind the trees, muscles clenching with exhaustion while your empty stomach snarls in hunger.

Kate emerges from the trees at about the same time you do, with her bow and quill of arrows firmly secured behind her back. Sweat is dripping down her temples, her hair sticking to the damp skin in the summer heat. This hunt hasn’t been easy.

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anonymous asked:

Oooh can you write about the reader surprising Gabe with the news that she's pregnant ( I don't mind how you do it) ❤

((So….saw this figurine…and was like…I could see like gifting Gabe this and…it snowballed from there http://www.bowbrookstudios.co.uk/graphics/1375.jpg ))

‘I have a surprise for you. Our room, 6 PM sharp. Got it?’

‘Yea yeah. See you then.’

‘Love you, grumpy.’

‘Love you too, ditzy.’

Excited butterflies fluttered around in your stomach as you placed your phone down, fingers unconsciously settling onto your lower abdomen. A giddy grin tugged at your lips as your hands gently smoothed over the area, over the baby, your baby. Dr. Villeneuve had told you that you were seven weeks along after you had gone in requesting an antiemetic for the ‘stomach bug’ you thought you had picked up from a mission in Seoul. While the doctor had started the paperwork to have you transferred to administrative and desk duties, you asked for a short hold so that you could inform Gabriel of the information before the temporary transfer landed on his desk. That was yesterday.

Today you had taken a day of personal time and ventured into Geneva; picking up items for tonight’s special surprise for the man. Groceries for dinner, a pregnancy test, as well as a gift box and a special surprise you had stumbled upon on your way back to the headquarters. Reluctantly you pulled your hands away from the bulge that was beginning to distend from your lower stomach and ran them over the wrapped gift box. You had chosen to encase the surprise in his favorite colors; black wrapping paper, silver ribbons and a giant deep purple bow placed at the top right hand corner of the box. Was it a bit overdramatic? Maybe. But so were they and any good news deserved to be celebrated in a grandiose way. Especially this.

Glancing at your phone you stared at the numbers that blinked back at you. 4:12 PM. Nodding your head you rolled up the sleeves of your blouse as you began the prep work for the dinner.


“Ah! Gabe? Stop stop stop! Don’t move!”

You hurriedly picked up the bowl of hand tossed salad and placed it on the table next to the feta and spinach crusted salmon, turning on the heel of your foot and jogging towards the door. You couldn’t hide the giddy grin that spread across your face as you caught sight of Gabriel, the man sniffing the air slightly, brow furrowed. Stopping in front of him, you watched the expression on his face change as he caught sight of you, his mildly confused look shifting into a small, surprised smile. You had decided to spruce up your appearance while the salmon cooked; you had changed into a soft pink midi dress, an apron still tied loosely around your waist. You had even applied a bit of makeup, a sweep of gloss across your lips, eyeliner and mascara on your eyes, a naturally excited blush on your cheeks. Fishing your phone from the apron’s front pocket, you pulled it out and glanced at the time before giving a hearty nod. 5:46 PM.

“Good job”, you praised taking a half step forward and giggling softly when Gabriel opened his arms up for you.

You moved into his embrace, humming happily as you were enveloped by his warmth, your arms wrapping tight around him. It felt like you were practically buzzing with excitement, Gabriel dipping his head down and pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He still smelt like his cologne from this morning, dressed in his dark slacks and hoodie, the beanie pulled down over his head of loose curls.

“Dressed up and dinner”, Gabe murmured against the top of your head pulling back just enough so he could look down at you. Your heart melted as his eyes connected with yours, a tender sweetness in his gaze as he stared at you. These were the moments that you absolutely adored; the way the Gabe could look at you and make it feel like you were the center of the universe, mirthful warmth filling you from the top of your head to the soles of your feet, every part of you feeling completely enraptured by him. He would be such a good father. That thought made even more butterflies fill your insides. “What’s the occasion, cariño?”

“I have a surprise for you”, you practically hummed, standing on your tiptoes and placing a soft kiss against his jawline. Pulling away from his arms, you gently laced your hands with his and pulled Gabe further into the apartment. “Ta-da! My specialty salmon and freshly tossed salad. But surprise first!”

Glancing over your shoulder you watched Gabe’s brows shoot up in surprise before the dark skinned man’s expression morphed into one of pure adoration and curiosity. Walking in front of him, you moved to the other side of the dining room table and pulled out your chair for him. You waited until he was sitting to slide the black wrapped gift in front of him, your face burning darker as your heart began to speed up. You gnawed slightly on your bottom lip as he made a show of taking his time, his glance and smirk that he threw your way making that obvious. You pouted briefly before he assented, the soft, rich baritone of his chuckle sending shivers up and down your spine. Your hands laid against your lower abdomen again, whether to quell the explosion of butterflies or subconsciously touch where the true surprise laid, you didn’t know.

“A card”, Gabe questioned as he pulled off the lid, tissue paper hiding the other gifts that laid in wait. Your heart was thundering in your chest as you watched him pick up the handwritten card, the pregnancy test taped to the back of it. “Let’s see… ‘Owl bet you’ll be excited by this!’…really Y/N?”

“Keep reading!”

“So–oh my god–so have a hoot and rip the rest of this paper up”, Gabriel finished with a snicker, glancing at your blushing face from over the card. You motioned at the box, trying to contain your giddiness as he easily pulled the crinkling tissue paper away. “You really are something else querida…you know th—-”

It felt like your heart might burst as he finally tore through the black and purple tissue paper, his hands stilling as he looked from the gift back up to you and back. Your smile was practically splitting your face as you watched his reaction to the figurines you had purchased. He had only torn half the paper off, only revealing one of the finely sculpted and painted barn owls, the male. Gabriel’s love of owls was no secret to you, on missions he could name various species of the birds, securing dates at local sanctuaries and even having a picture of a snowy owl as the background to his cell phone. His hands quickly tore through the rest of the paper quickly, jaw going slack as he stared at the figurine you had given him. The base of the clay item was made to look like a three, the dips and hollows in the barks expertly sculpted and painted to look like an oak tree. Two adult barn owls stood on the left and right branch of the base; black eyes, tan and white feathered body and faces looking so lifelike that a slight nudge might make them take off. In between the adults sat one chick, feathers cream colored and fluffy, the clay baby bird somehow looking soft as its real world counterpart.

“You like it”, you questioned only to squeak as Gabe’s arms wrapped around your center, yanking you into his lap. He was grinning as he pressed multiple kisses against the back of your head and side of your cheek. You giggled breathily, arms resting over his as he nuzzled into the back of your neck, hand moving into the scraps of discarded paper and finding the small stick that had accidentally been tossed to the side.

“I love it”, Gabriel stated quickly, honestly, one of his hands lifting up and gently stroking the case. He was clearly enthralled by the statue, but with this one last piece it would pull the rest of this together.

“I…I have one last thing for you”, you stated quickly, the words tumbling out of your lips quickly. You grabbed his hand with your empty one before dropping the pregnancy test in his hand. He lifted it so that he could see it over your shoulder, freezing perfectly still as his eyes read the small digital display. Giddiness welled up in your chest as you felt him begin to turn you in his lap, his eyes meeting yours as you tried to resist the quiver that wanted to take over your vocal chords. “Surprise!”

“En serio”, he asked, voice breathless, dark eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You nodded, your own eyes prickling as tears threatened to fall from your own eyes, dipping your head forward to press against his.

He was shaking, his lips crashing into yours as emotions overcame him, his arms wrapping around you bruisingly tight before quickly releasing you, his hands moving to your abdomen. He pulled away from your lips, a few tears rolling down his cheeks as he stared and touched your stomach, thumbs moving in slow circles near your belly button. Your hands lifted to his cheeks, pushing his tears away as you nuzzled against him. Children were dreamy talk to the both of you, neither one of you genuinely knowing if you could get pregnant. The both of you had been exposed to acrid, volatile chemicals, various physical injuries and even slight radiation. Combined with Gabriel’s genetic modifications through SEP, there were so many unknowns that could possibly prevent it and yet…

“How many weeks”, Gabriel asked when he found his voice again, the rich baritone thick with emotion. His large hands still rested against your middle, the warmth of his skin easily bleeding through the fabric of the apron and dress.   

“Seven weeks”, you answered instantly, giving a watery giggle as his eyes lifted up to you in shock. You could see another question forming in his mind and answered it before he could ask. “I found out yesterday, the doc already has my paperwork ready to go…asked her to wait so I could surprise you with the news.”

Gabriel gave a slight bark of laughter as he leaned his head up and pressed a hard kiss to your lips once more.

“Best fucking surprise ever.”

Dearest // Jughead Smut

Summary: Jughead and Reader have been dating secretly for a while. They spend so much time together with both contributing to the Blue and Gold. Betty however has shifted her feelings from Archie to Jughead and that causes Reader to relapse but Jughead helps to show that he loved only the reader.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Veronica Lodge

Words: 3146

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Please read with caution, look at the warnings please.

Warnings: Swearing, self-doubt, self-harm, angst, fluff and SMUT

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I struggled with the self harm in this so I’m pretty sure this is the last and only time I will write about self harm. I took a long time to write that scene and I’m sitting here nearly hyperventilating from the urge. If you do self-harm please get help. PLEASE!

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Jughead Jones was an observant person when it came to Riverdale because he was an aspiring author and with his crime novel he was even more. Jughead and you were a couple that recently got together and the relationship was amazing to be honest. It was natural and easy with him from going from friends to more. You had maybe been together a month or so and keeping it low-key because it was new and special.

You shared everything but one minor detail was kept from him on your part since it was in the past and you didn’t want to hurt him. He meant the world to you but you didn’t want to bring up that you were recovering from a bad addiction. You no longer gave in as you began to do photography when Jughead joined the Blue and Gold; you joined at his request to do images.

Betty had been in the corner on the phone as Jughead got to his feet pressing a kiss to you cheek muttering about grabbing lunch for both of you. You smiled.

“Can you get me a water?” You asked him.

“Sure. I’ll be back in ten minutes, keep my spot warm.” Jughead said backing out of the room.

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can’t take my eyes off you

Bitty’s in the kitchen, of course, when Simone starts screaming.

(Their little girl has a powerful set of lungs.)

She’s eight months now, which means she’s already on a walker, can almost sit up completely by herself, hates her baby food half the time and loves it so much the other, and also, they can leave her alone for a little while before she starts throwing a fit. Bitty had barely gotten any time to bake in the last few months, so he was only taking advantage of the fact that Simone can now wander happily about her nursery in her new walker while his wonderful, gorgeous, generous husband is curled up in the armchair in the corner, keeping an eye on her. It was all going pretty well—Bitty’s now working on his second pie—until the wailing started.

The other thing you have to know about Simone Bittle-Zimmermann is that Bitty is her favorite. Jack has been trying his hardest to be at home as much as possible, and he’s, well, honestly, he’s been amazing at it, but whenever Jack tries to pick her up when she’s crying, it takes her a while to respond. So when she starts screaming bloody murder, Bitty springs into action. He turns around quickly to rinse his hands and quickly looks around for a towel. When he doesn’t spot one on the counter, he groans exasperatedly and wipes his hands down the front of his apron instead, before ripping it off and taking the stairs two steps at a time. He’s halfway up and about to call Jack’s name when the wailing abruptly and inexplicably ceases.

Bitty stops dead on the staircase, panic flooding his bloodstream. Not that he didn’t trust Jack, but Simone is notorious for crying for at least two minutes at a time (yes, they’d timed), and even then, it was never immediate, especially if she’d just been fed, which was the case at hand. Her crying receded slowly, in waves and small hiccups, after she’d been held and cradled. He stayed quiet and listened for any other suspicious sounds from the nursery, but—nothing.

Figuring the silence was a sign that Jack probably (at least) had things under control, Bitty continued up the stairs at a normal pace until he reached the nursery. Creaking the door open, he braced himself for every possible worst case scenario, and almost shocked himself still when he heard—soft humming? And giggling?

Jack has his back turned from the door, but he had Simone propped up on his right arm, her right hand curled around his left thumb as they sway back and forth to the song he’s singing softly, under his breath. Like a waltz, just for the two of them. From his place in the doorway, Bitty can just barely make out the words Jack’s singing —

You’re just too good to be true,
Can’t take my eyes off you

It’s a scene straight out of Ten Things, Bitty thinks to himself as a grin spreads across his face. Jack’s quiet baritone takes over the small room, singing directly down at his daughter in his arms, and Bitty falls in love with him all over again right then and there. Simone squeaks in delight as Jack goes on, unaware that they’ve gained an audience, and Bitty watches them with his heart so full, he feels like his chest could burst any second.

Jack locks eyes with Bitty as he gently spins them around, making Simone giggle, and he gives Bitty a small smile around the lyrics as he continues to sing. Despite himself, Bitty flushes madly, grinning widely up at his husband, who winks at him conspiratorially.

Oh, pretty baby
Don’t bring me down, I pray
Oh, pretty baby
Now that I’ve found you, stay
And let me love you, baby
Let me love you

There was a time when Bitty never let himself dream he could have this, any of this—not the successful career, not the beautiful house, not the gorgeous, loving husband, not the perfect little daughter. Standing there, watching his husband dance with and sing to their eight-month-old daughter, he couldn’t help but agree—his life was just too good to be true.

At long last, love has arrived
And I thank God I’m alive
You’re just too good to be true
Can’t take my eyes off you

Jack ends the song with a flourish, bouncing Simone on his forearm and catching her with both hands, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Look who’s here,” he says to her, turning her in Bitty’s direction. Right on cue, Bitty scrunches his face up, which always makes her smile, holding his hands out to her as he approached them. Jack passes her on to Bitty carefully, and Bitty carries her with one arm to take Jack’s hand with his free one.

“And where did you learn that little trick, hm?” he asks Jack, who smirks mischievously in response, a huge contrast to the softness in his eyes.

“Why don’t you ask Simmy over here?” Jack says, booping Simone’s nose. She shrieks happily, squirming in Bitty’s arms.

Bitty smiles down at the bundle of joy he’s holding, leaning down to kiss her on the forehead. “I love you, baby girl,” he coos, and then he looks up at Jack, who now has his arms wrapped around his waist. “Thank you, baby,” he says, and Jack leans down to press a kiss to his crown.

“Got your back,” Jack says into his hair.

And right there, in that moment, it’s all too good to be true, but with Jack’s solid presence and Simone’s immense warmth grounding him—

He’s so thankful that he has this. He knows he’ll never let this go.

The Voicemail, Part 3

Title: The Voicemail, Part 3
Author:  @piecesofscully
Rating: PG-13
Timeline: Pre-Revival
A/N: This is an unbeta’d quickie continuation of a series written with @kateyes224 .  Please read parts 1 and 2 listed below, so that you have an idea of what the hell is going on. 

The Voicemail written by me

The Voicemail, Part 2 written by @kateyes224


With each step she takes, shooting pain jolts through the center of her heels as she finally enters her dark apartment.  There’s a staleness to the silence now, a product of entering single-living territory again, a lifestyle of chosen loneliness she hasn’t experienced for many years.  Each minute of her thirty-six hour shift sits heavily in her lumbar region, aching with ferocity as she shrugs off her coat and slings it over the back of a rarely used dining room chair.

Her phone pings loudly, its alert slicing through the quiet to announce a missed call and a voicemail.  She glances at the notification, fully expecting to see another summoning from the hospital, and she grips the chair as her knees buckle.  

Mulder.

Her cheeks flush pink with brewing embarrassment as she thinks back to a few weeks earlier, snippets of a drunkenly induced voicemail she had left him run muddily through her mind.  She had been drinking that night with the sole intention of getting drunk, an impulsion she hadn’t conceded to since her rebellious teenage years, and played his voicemail thirteen times, having memorized each line around the seventh or eighth. Each time she hit ‘replay’ she was another vodka and splash of cranberry juice deeper, soaking in every venomous word he spoke.

She has no memory of thumbing through her contacts and finding his number, or pressing the ‘call’ button.  She doesn’t remember hearing it ring or being directed to voicemail.  The words that had erroneously poured from her liquored mouth, however, come back in hazy fragments.

 “I wanted to abort my son.  You know why?  Because you were gone.”

 “How do you find a way to be everything and nothing to me at the same time?”

 “I hate that I love you.  I hate myself for loving you.  You’re like a disease.”

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Omega!Hux and Alpha!Kylo had a meaningless one-night stand years ago - back when they were Lieutenant Hux and Apprentice Ren. They never even exchanged names. Years later, when Kylo Ren comes on board the Finalizer, he meets Hux's child - who is exactly the right age, has all-too-familiar eyes, and a Force Presence that /burns/ like the rising sun.

Kylo has never met an omega before.

He’s been told that they smell divine; like the most forbidden of fruits, where biting into one would mean eternal damnation of the soul for giving in to such a tempting creature. Their very skin is meant to glisten with lusts and wants, their needy heats setting them apart from the rest of the galaxy. They’re rare, craved by alphas and envied by betas. A true prize, worthy of a budding knight like Kylo Ren.

Mating has never been high on Kylo’s list, not even when he presented as an alpha when he was in his late teens. Alas, he finds that, on this night in a tacky bar in a dusty town, Kylo’s needs have gotten the better of him.

He moans, delving back in for another kiss off the pretty redhead he’d managed to pique the interest of at the bar before he’d offered to serve him drinks back at his accommodation. Kylo had smugly accepted. After only a few shots and cocktails, Kylo has the redhead pushed back against the nearest wall, consuming his lips in a desperate kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” Kylo whispers, tasting the remnants of their last fruity shot on his partner’s lips.

“So I’ve been told,” the redhead replies, pushing Kylo away from him for a moment.

Kylo watches eagerly as the other begins to strip, his nimble fingers unfastening the button of the high collar of his jacket before shedding it.

And it’s then that Kylo smells it.

“You—you’re an omega,” Kylo gasps, taking in the seemingly glowing form of the other, lapping up every inch of his pale skin.

“Aren’t you lucky,” the omega says, sauntering forwards, making sure every twisting movement is exaggerating the curves of his body; the sharpness of his hips, the plumpness of his ass, the perkiness of his nipples. “A night with an omega.”

The omega is suddenly upon him, chest pressed against the front of Kylo’s dark robes, his hand rubbing the front of the alpha’s pants. Kylo gasps, growling, before hoisting the omega up until his long legs are wrapped around Kylo’s hips and they’re back against the wall, kissing as though their lives depend on it. Unable to help himself, Kylo buries his nose in the omega’s neck, and feels as though he’s elated.

The omega already smells of sex, as though heat is radiating from his skin, but there’s a uniqueness to his scent that Kylo has never sensed before among anyone. Kylo picks up the scent of ash, as though the fire isn’t just in the omega’s hair colour but in his heart too, flickering away, threatening to burn anyone who comes too close. But underneath the threatening layers of heat and fire, the omega smells sweet; like a freshly baked pastry drizzled with a fruity syrup and covered in sugar, just begging to be liked before being devoured by its hungry customer.

Kylo drools.

“I’m going to fuck you,” Kylo growls, feeling the omega shiver in his hold. “I want to see beneath your beautiful.”

Yes, alpha,” the omega whines, craning his neck upwards to allow Kylo better access to the hot underside of his jaw. “Please. Fuck me.”

Lost to the intoxicating magnetism of the omega in front of him, Kylo doesn’t bother to ask the omega for his name. It’s a fling, a quick fix for the needs of his inner alpha. It’s the best fuck he’s ever had, but it means nothing.

In the morning, Kylo dresses and leaves before the omega has a chance to wake up, feeling that his sexual urges have been satisfied but there remains a coldness in his chest as he walks towards the door, his heart even jumping when he hears the omega whine softly in his sleep.

But regardless, Kylo leaves, returning to his shuttle and leaving the town before the planet’s sun has risen.

What has happened is irrelevant, and Kylo knows he’ll never see the omega again.

Whether he’s content with that is another matter entirely, and one that he quickly pushes to the back of his mind before he returns to Master Snoke.

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❝ I Promise... ❞

Plot: You’re being bullied at your school but rapmon doesn’t know, but when one day he decides to surprise you and pick you up, he sees you get bullied and saves you

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Words count: 1,8k+

Genre: Angst and fluff

For anon, I hope you like it! 

-kyu.

Gif isn’t mine, credits to the owner!

Originally posted by yoonseok

Is there anything that’s perfect? Body, grades, life? This was something that weighed heavy on your mind. It wasn’t something odd to think about at your age but it was something weird to be thinking off around 2am in the morning. Turning for the for nth time, you finally drifted to sleep but was pulled out of your sleep by the sound of your alarm clock. Your daily routine kicked in which involved; brushing teeth, bathing, getting dressed, sorting out hair and then looking at your phone for your morning message.

From Joonie

Have fun at school today baby. I will see you later at the studio. Love you lots.

‘School…’ You sigh heavily as you look at the purplish bruise on your inner arm, ‘How fun.’

Getting on the bus, you sank deep into your seat and put on your earphones. The calming music vibrated into your ears as you looked out the window at the moving scenery. The morning bus drives were always your favourite thing during the day, apart from seeing Namjoon. Tapping your finger melodically on your thigh, you felt your earphones begin ripped out.

Here we go, The thought rang through your mind.

‘Morning brat.’ A familiar voice sneered, ‘Did you sleep well?’

‘Y-yes, Jihoon.’ You stutter, looking down in your lap.

‘Speak louder you idiot! Someone of us aren’t used to mouse talk.’ Lee Jihoon, your classmate and personal bully, asked.

‘Yes!’ Your voice more firm.

‘Ooooo look at that, little miss mouse has a bite.’ Jihoon pushed your head, resulting in it hitting the widow slightly as the bus came to a stop, ‘Well see you later mouse.’

Grabbing your things, you all but ran out the bus. Truth be told, you hated attending school, well just the current one you were attending at the moment. You never understood why you were bullied, you never bothered anyone. You did as you were told and moved on with life. Rubbing your head, you bumped into someone which caused you too freeze

‘Jihoon?’ The voice asked and instantly calmed you down.

‘Do you even have to ask.’ You sigh looking up at your best friend, Yerim.

‘I don’t understand why you don’t just report them, Y/N.’ She huffed.

‘Because if I do that then they will be more angry.’ You reasoned, looking at the bruise in your inner wrist.

‘Has Namjoon seen that?’ Yerim asked with a raised brow.

‘No and he will never see it.’ You pull down your jersey sleeve and walked to class.

The bruise was given to you a few days ago by Jihoon and his band of misfits. It was still slightly sore but only when force was used by that hand. One would say it was unethical for a boy to bully a girl, but it wasn’t just him. Within the group there were four girls who made your life a living hell. Peace couldn’t even be achieved in the bathroom because they would be around.

From Joonie

Was the bus ride fun?

To Joonie

Same old same old, could have been better.

From Joonie

Are you okay, babe? You sound offish.

To Joonie

I am okay baby, I have to go to class. See you later ^^

Locking your phone, you slipped it into your backpack to only hear a snicker behind you, ‘How cute. Busy telling the boyf about your day?’

‘Yes.’ Your response short as you tried to walk pass them but only to be shoved into the wall.

‘Hey hold up, what’s the rush buttercup?’ Seunghee asked, ‘It must be so burdensome to be a student while your boyfriend is already an adult. Talk about being a babysitter.’ The others laughed at the comment, ‘Are you sure he isn’t paid by your parents to look after you, so you don’t  go running into moving traffic?’

Just then the bell rang and you bolted from the scene before they could rip into you anymore. Tears threatened to fall from your eyes as you sat in class. The day dragged with lessons and hourly bully checks. Eventually the final bell rang and you were on the bus towards Namjoon. Getting off you sighed, you were exhausted mentally and physically. Your back still hurt from being thrown into the wall earlier.

‘Babe!’ Your prince beamed.

‘Hey Joonie.’ You smile as he came to hug you, you just placed your hand on his chest, ‘Ahhh no hugs.’

‘What?’ Why?’ He asked with a raised brow? ‘I haven’t seen you all day.’

He pouted at the rejection while a little chuckle left your lips, ‘I hmmmm just had gym so I am all sweaty. Do you want a sweaty hug?’

‘It’s not like I haven’t been sweaty with you before.’ A naughty grimace spread upon his face as the dimples appeared.

‘Namjoon!’ You hit his chest playfully to only wince at the pain that shot up your arm, ‘Ahh!’

‘What?’ He grabbed your arm, ‘Baby are you okay?’

‘No no, just my wrist.’

‘Are you hurt?’

He was about to lift your sleeve before you ripped it from his touch, ‘No it’s nothing. I am sure I just hit you in a weird manner. Probably from those sculpted pecks.’

‘Ha ha ha, very funny,’ He now held your clothed wrist delicately, placing a soft kiss on it, ‘Are you sure you okay?’

‘My wrist is fine.’ You reassured.

He took your face in his hands and caressed your cheeks with his thumbs, ‘I am talking about you in general, not your wrist baby girl. You have been very offish for the past few days. Is everything good? Home? School?’ He looked deep into your eyes, ‘You know you can tell me anything, Y/N.’

At that moment you wanted to spill everything out to him. You wanted to scream out your irritations and frustrations to the world. But you rather not tell him. He was your boyfriend, not your counsellor. Sighing, you placed a delicate kiss on his lips before breaking apart and giving him the biggest smile you could ever muster.

‘I am okay, baby.’ You said for the nth time, ‘But I have to go home now.’

‘But you just got here!’ He whined.

‘I have tons of school work.’ You stated, ‘I am sorry. But I will see you this weekend, okay?’

‘Why not tomorrow?’

‘I might finish late and I rather not take the bus.’

With that, you said your goodbyes and split ways. Truth be the matter, you just didn’t want to tell him you might be late due to the issues at school because he would want to know why and all that. Arriving at home, you took some meds and went straight to bed. The evening sky was quickly replaced with the morning one. Soon the daily routine kicked in. Bus bullying, scolding from best friend but you tired your best avoiding your offenders.

Walking, you suddenly tripped due to someone, ‘Some would say you are avoiding us Y/N-ah.’

‘And we don’t like being avoided.’ Seunghee added, bending down and tilting your chin up, ‘I’m sure you are used to that feeling though.’

‘Wh-why are you all doing this?’ Your voice cracked, a car pulling up in the parking lot a few feet away.

‘Ahhhh it’s fun?’ Jihoon questioned, a person emerging from the sleek car and walking towards the group of people, ’Does that qualify as a viable answer?’

‘I would say so.’ Another chuckled, ‘Unless you want a soppy answer. Do you want a soppy answer?’

You remained silent, ‘Well do you?!’

‘Y-yes.’ Your voice shook at the force in Seunghee’s question.

‘Look at that, she is actually talking back.’ She pushed you down before standing up.

Your body was in pain. Your back still ached from yesterday and your wrist was on fire due to having to hold yourself up. Picking yourself up, you no longer lay down but sat up straight and looked up towards them. They were once your friends, people you cared about when you were younger but something changed. You weren’t sure and you knew they would never tell you because they left you all alone. Attending school with the people you once cared for was something that was the toughest for you.

‘What? All talk and no bark?’ Jihoon sneered.

‘Maybe she needs a lesson, Hoon-ah.’ Seunghee urged.

‘Or maybe you all need a hit in the head.’ A voice broke the conversation, causing your heart to sink into your chest and them to turn their heads towards the person.

’N-namjoon?’ You asked.

‘Get the fuck away from Y/N!’ Your boyfriend threatened.

‘And what if we don’t?’ Jihoon stood up from himself, ‘Not like you can do anything about it, ahjussi.’

Before Namjoon could make a logical thought in his head, his first went ramming into the younger males face. Jihoon flew to the floor due to the impact that was applied to his cheek, ‘The next person to talk ill towards me gets something way worse then that punch, do you hear me?’

‘Y-yes.’ The others stuttered.

‘I am your senior and elder, show some respect you punks!’ He spat, ‘Next time I see anyone of you around Y/N or even looking at her, I will personally end you. Understood?’ They all nodded, ‘Now beat it before things get ugly.’

With shuffled footwork, they ran down the halls as you tried to get up, ‘Ah..AH!’

‘Wait wait baby,’ He picked you up in bridal style, ‘Let me help you.’

‘What are you doing here?’ You asked as he placed you down on a bench, and took a seat.

‘I wanted to come fetch you since you said you didn’t wanna take the late bus, and it’s a good thing I did,’ He looked at you, ‘What was all that?’

‘Nothing, just friends being friends.’

‘Y/N, I maybe a few years out of school but I ain’t that old to know that those weren’t friends. Are you being bullied?’

‘I would say casual teasing.’ You said softly.

‘Casual teasing doesn’t have one on the floor, thats called physical assault.’ He corrected, ‘Why didn’t you tell me?’

‘I don’t know…’ The lie seemed to sound more real then anything.

‘So suffering in silence was your best option?’ He asked with a raised brow, ‘Listen to me Y/N Y/L/N, I am your boyfriend.’

‘Exactly you are my boyf-’

‘A boyfriend that wants to protect and keep you safe. I can’t do that when you keep things from me, so promise me something.’

‘What?’

‘Promise me you will tell me anything that is troubling you. Whether its friends, family or life. I need to know because what if I didn’t come at the time that I did, imagine what would have happened?! How could I live with myself knowing that something like that happened right under my nose-’

Namjoon was shut up by your soft lips on his. Within seconds, his plump ones kissed you back with the utter most delicate touch. Enveloping yours, you placed a hand on his knee and gave it a reassign squeeze before pulling apart and pressing your foreheads together and whispering softly.

‘I promise…’

Another Carter? (1/?)

Summary : You’re Peggy Carters grand daughter, living as much as a normal life as you can with a giant secret weighing on your shoulders. What happens when you  ripped from your normal life, and thrown into the avengers hands?

Avengers x Reader (so far)

Warnings: Swearing, tiny violence.

Marvel Master List


Steves POV

 " What the hell am I looking at ?“ I ask, my eyes stuck on the screen infront of the team. There is a young girl,  her head hanging making her face not visible.  Shes unconscious and tied down to a chair in what looks like a creepy old lab . Two men appear at her sides, the bright red Hydra emblem on there chests making everyone sigh in annoyance.

Originally posted by leasrafati

” you’ve got to be kidding me.“ I say under my breathe. I feel Bucky stiffen next to me ,  Poor guy. He can never seem to really escape them .

Hello, Avengers.  You have something we want, and we have something you want . You see where we are going with this?“one says, his thick accent already annoying me.

 ” Listen, I think we’ve made it very clear we arent giving up Barnes. Hate to break it to you , but he isn’t one of you anymore.“ Tony says , surprising all of us . Its been almost a year since we’ve been back, Tony and Bucks friendship still isn’t - well its actually not there. They say hello to eachother , but that’s about it . Neither go out of their way for the other ; Buckys too guilty about what he did as the soldier, & Tonys still hurting and resentful, and slightly sorry about how he reacted. 

 ” You’re willing to let this girl die , for him? I don’t think SHIELD will be too happy with you. “ one snaps .  Who is she ? 

One of the agents lifts your head by your hair, your eyes shut and cuts over your face visible. Tony audibly gasps, slamming his hands onto the table infront of him.

Originally posted by thesillybus

” Tony who is she?“  Wanda asks . Tony turns locking eyes with me right away , but before he speaks the agents beat him ,

” Oh you don’t know? Avengers, meet Y/n Carter. Agent Peggy Carters Granddaughter. “  No. Me and Buckys eyes nearly bug out of our heads.

Originally posted by captainamerica1-6

” Stark, -“

” Let her go, or you will regret It.“ Clint snaps, stepping infront of the screen. He knows her?  I look at the girl, jaw dropping as I take in her features. She looks ridiculousy similar to Peg, more like she could be her sister than her grand daughter.

Originally posted by mayawolf

” You know the deal, The soldier for the girl. Otherwise we let the tranquilizer ware off and we slowly kill her .  Or we could just do it now, she has enough in her to take down an elephant . She wont be up for-“

As he speaks  Y/n’s eyes flutter open, going wide as she takes in her situation.  My heart begins pounding in my chest as I see the panic on her face. How could I not know about her? I don’t remember seeing her at the wake, then again , I didn’t exactly have a clear mind. I wonder why Sharon never said anything.

” Where the hell am I ?“ her voice was rough , but still sends chills through me .

” How are you awake!?“ an agent bellows while the other laughs,

” It looks like the Rumors are true . Tell me darling,  dearest grammie had to of given you the serum before she lost her marbles, right?“ As the last word leave his lips , Y/n Breaks through the rope around her, shocking not only the agents near her but most of the team as well. She has the serum? How did they replicate it? Why would Peggy give it to her granddaughter?

” Holy Shit.“ I hear bucky mumble.   We watch as Y/n & the agents begin fighting, she  finally knocks them unconscious after one tells her shes being held in somewhere in Moscow. 

Originally posted by geekandmisandry

e  She turns to the camera with an unamused look gracing her beautiful face.

” I’m in Moscow, ill assume ill see you soon, Uncle Tony.“

Uncle Tony?

Originally posted by dasyjohnson



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Inconclusive

“Hi! Can you write one where you and Jax recently broke up and one day you see Jax taking Ima to his dorm at a club party and you go home and later try to move on from him, but Jax finds out then gets jealous and tries to win you back? I’m sorry if it’s too long. It’s okay if you don’t want to write it! Thank you!”

“This is a bad idea, Chibs.” you warn, pulling at your black lace crop top, a pair of leather shorts showing off your shapely legs. Chibs takes a final drag from his cigarette, dropping it on the floor and putting it out with his boot.

“He misses you, lass, and I can tell you miss him.” You can’t deny his words, these past two weeks being the hardest ones of your life. “You look amazing, sweetheart. If he doesn’t take you home, I sure will.”

Smiling, you gently bump your shoulder with the Scot’s, thanking him silently. “Alright, I’ll take your word for it.”

“Thatta’ girl. Come on, let’s get you a drink.” Chibs throws his arm around your shoulders, leading you up the lot and into the clubhouse, party in full swing. You smile at the croweaters that catch your eye on the way in, them returning the smile and waving kindly at you.

While Chibs gets you and him a drink, you scan the room, not sure how to feel when you don’t spot your ex boyfriend. Tig grins when he sees you, pushing the lady off his lap and walking over to you, throwing his arms around you. “If it isn’t my favourite girl.”

“Hi, Tiggy. Sorry I haven’t been around, everything is a bit of a mess right now.” you explain, his eyes slightly glassy as he watches you, the smell of whisky lingering heavily on him. You’ve always gotten on well with the other MC members, the older ones and younger ones all treating you like family.

“Don’t sweat it, doll, just glad to see you.” He places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, before going back to his woman of the night, sadness covering you as you realise how much you miss this club. The atmosphere, the people, the family. You knew that if you didn’t get this shit sorted with Jax, you’d probably never have it again.

“Here ya are, love. Get that down ya.” You take the beer from Chibs, taking a few swigs, the cold liquid fizzy as it passes down your throat.

You’re listening to Chibs flirt with some croweater when your gaze is pulled to the other side of the room, Jax entering from the apartments. It’s always been the same with him, a magnetic pull that somehow tells you when he’s around. It’s surreal, but he must feel it too, his eyes instantly breathing you in, surprise evident on his face.

You just stare at him, not knowing how he’s going to react. Is he going to be pissed that you’re here? Glad that you’ve come back for him? Upset?

Your questions are quickly answered, Ima surfacing from the same place Jax did, her hands pulling at her shirt, that famous fucking smirk on her face.

Her arms slip around his waist, him being pulled out of his trance. She leans up, whispering into his ear, his eyes remaining on you the whole time. Your heart feels like it’s literally breaking, regret written all over your ex lovers face as you crumble in front of him. He doesn’t correct it though, letting Ima pull his face to hers, her lips claiming his in a messy fashion.

“I think I’m gonna be sick.” you whisper, slamming your half drunken beer on the bar and storming out, leaving a very confused Chibs by himself. He looks across the room as you leave, noticing the very reason for your upset. Shaking his head at his younger brother, he turns his back on him, letting him know just how he feels without even saying a word.

It’s been three months since that dreaded day. The day you lost the last shred of hope you had left for your broken relationship, for the broken man you left behind.

“You ready to go, babe?” Liam calls, his voice travelling up the stairs. You had to move on, you deserve to at least try to be happy, even if deep down you know you’re aiming for a unreachable goal.

“Two minutes!” you respond, throwing your phone and lipstick into your bag. You’d met Liam about two months ago, a sweet boy who asked for your number at your work place. You said yes, met up for lunch one day and hit it off, and you’d been dating ever since. Things were pretty serious between the two of you, but throwing yourself in the deep end seems like the quickest way to get rid of the outlaw biker who refuses leave your mind.

Leaving the bedroom, you jog down the stairs, meeting your boyfriend at the bottom. You were about to go to meet some of Liam’s friends, the four of you going on a double date to the new diner in town. If someone would’ve told you a few months back that you’d be going on double dates and spending time with a completely different set of people, you never would’ve believed it.

“I’m just gonna fill up before we go get Tyler and Abby.” Liam turns into the gas station, pulling up at an available pump and stepping out to fill up the car. “You okay to go pay?”

You nod, grabbing the bills from Liam’s hand and undoing your seat belt, heading inside the store. Once you’ve paid for the fuel, you turn around, slamming straight into a hard chest.

“Sorry, love-” You look up, smiling shyly at the man, shock on his face once he realises who you are. “Jesus, (Y/N). If this isn’t fate, I don’t know what is.”

“It’s nice to see you too, Chibby.” You reply, letting the Scots man wrap you up in his arms, the familiar feeling making your heart clench. You pull back, your common sense kicking in. “Wait, is he with you?”

Before he can reply, the bell above the shop door signaling that someone has just walked in. You hear his voice before you see his face, a thousand and one emotions running through you. “Tig just called, he’s just been to-”

Jax finally reaches the two of you, his voice dying in his throat as he sees who his brother is standing with. His mouth opens and shuts as he stares at you, completely caught off guard.

“Hey, Jax.” you say calmly, hoping that if you act like you’re unaffected, it’ll convince the two men in front of you, even if you can’t convince yourself. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too.” He smiles at you, your knees just as weak as they were the day you first caught a glimpse of that smile, the smile that could bring you so much light, even on your darkest of days.

“You alright, (Y/N)?” You scold yourself for forgetting about your company, your boyfriend now making his way over to the three of you in concern. Once he reaches you, he stands by your side, slipping his arm around your waist, claiming his property like some kind of animal.

“Yeah, I’m good.” you respond, part of you wanting to rip Liam’s arm from around you, the expression on Jax’s face one of defeat, heartbreak. The same look you wore just months ago. “Pass my love on to everyone. See you around.”

You leave too quickly to receive a response, your partner trailing behind you, your mental state not feeling up to answering the pile of questions you’re bound to be asked once you get in the car.

You look back at the lost biker in the store, his eyes locked on yours as he watches you walk away from him, again. Only this time, he knows he has to bring you back to him, no matter what it takes.

You sigh in content as you sink into the bubbles, music playing lowly in the background as you take a well earned bath.

Today has been a long day, or at least it feels like it has. After bumping into pieces of your past life, the life you were trying to move on from, you had to deal with a relentless Liam, who wanted to know what your connection was to the murderous bikers in town. This then led to the two of you having a full blown argument. You’d jumped out of the car about thirty minutes out of town and refused to get back in, walking all the way back home.

You massage your temples as you soak, silently begging for your head to stop pounding, the pain making you feel physically sick. All you wanted was five minutes of peace from your overactive brain.

You feel like screaming when you hear the door knock loudly from downstairs, closing your eyes and deciding to ignore whatever company had decided to bother you.

After about fifteen seconds, you hear another series of knocks, more urgent this time. Cursing under your breath, you pull yourself out of the soapy water, quickly wrapping a towel around your body and heading downstairs, ready to release your wrath on whoever was behind the door.

Yanking it open, you see the last person you expect to be at your house. “Jax?”

He moves his sights up and down your body, you wishing you would’ve grabbed your dressing gown rather than a towel that barely reaches midthigh. Once he meets you eyes, you raise your eyebrows in question. “Is everything okay?”

“No, it’s not.” he sighs, running his fingers through his undone locks. “Can I come in? Just give me five minutes. Please.”

Going against your better judgement, you hesitate, pulling the door open widely and letting him step inside. He smiles thankfully at you, a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, before he walks inside.

“What are you doing here, Jackson?” you ask stiffly, wanting the man in front of you to know that you’re not going to take any shit. You’re not the same woman you were three months ago, and he can’t just turn up at your place and expect everything to be okay.

“I miss you, (Y/N).” he confesses, your eyes going as big as saucers as you debate whether you even heard him right. “I made the biggest mistake of my life letting you go, and watching you walk away from me today-”

“Are you serious right now?” You watch as he swallow nervously, enjoying his discomfort. He looks down at the floor, sighing and shrugging his shoulders, like he knew that this was how you’d react.

“You didn’t seem to have a problem with me walking away from you when you told me I wasn’t strong enough for this life.“ you spit, all your pent up anger slowly making its way to the surface. “Didn’t care the second time when you humiliated me in front of the club by fucking that whore!”

“Babe, please just let me-” He knows better than to try and make some bullshit excuse, his sentence stopping once he sees the rage on your face.

“It wasn’t me walking away that got to you yesterday,” you seethe, “it was the fact that I’ve moved on. Found somebody beyond the one and only Jax Teller.”

He stand silent, his eyes heavy with unshed tears as you unload the pain and suffering you’ve had to hold in. You shake your head at him in disbelief, chuckling humourlessly. “You let me go, Jax. You broke my heart, and that’s all on you.”

Silent years slip down your cheeks as you hold your towel close to your chest, the fluffy material moving between your fingers and acting as some sort of security blanket, stopping you from completely falling apart.

“I know I don’t deserve you, (Y/N). I know it, hell, everybody knows it.” he says timidly, breaking the tense silence. He sniffs as you look at the floor, your tears falling as you refuse to meet his gaze. “But you’re the only girl I’ve ever loved, the only girl I will ever love, and I hope that means something to you.”

Your bottom lip quivers as you try to hold in your sobs, the ache in his words chipping at your ice cold exterior, bit by bit. His white trainers step into your view, his figure so close you can smell his intoxicating scent. Just one whiff of him makes you want to forget everything and throw yourself in his arms. But that would be naive.

“I pushed you away, because I don’t want to see you end up like everybody else I love. Broken or dead.” He grabs your face in his large, rough hands, the image of him blurry as you try to blink away your tears, clear your view. “But without you, I see no end to this, (Y/N), no reason to carry on, to fight.”

His thumbs gently caress your skin, your body feeling more alive than it has in months. “I know it’s selfish, I’m a selfish man, but you’re the only thing that I’m certain about in this world.”

You feel like the air has been released back into your lungs when he locks his lips with yours, his hands fiercely cradling your face as you come alive under his touch. You’ve never felt something so passionate, so raw , in your life, his tongue slipping past your lips and exploring the place he hasn’t been allowed to go for months.

You’re both breathless as he pulls away, your heart begging you to join your lips back with his and never break apart. He presses his mouth against your forehead lovingly, one of your favourite things that he does, before he begrudgingly let’s you go, moving towards your front door.

“I’ll always love you, (Y/N). You know where to find me if you feel the same.”

Originally posted by geezerwench

A/N - Decided to end this on a bit of a cliff hanger/make up your own ending?! Thought it’d let you guys make your own interpretations individually :) hope you liked!! Xx

Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

“Expulsion?” Newt breathed the word like he was afraid and all you could do was nod meekly; eyes shining with unshed tears.

“The, the, the Headmaster gave me an hour to gather my things and, and, and Pro, pro, professor Dumbledore is supposed to take me home.” You sobbed; burying your face in your hands, missing the flash of agony and guilt that crossed your best friend’s face.

“Oh, (Y/n)…” he said and pulled you into a tight hug as you cried.

“I don’t wanna go,” you whimpered, “I don’t wanna go!”


Your parents greeted you with open arms and you nearly collapsed in relief.

“Oh sweetie,” your mother cooed and your father squeezed the two of you into a massive bear hug. Your professor shifted in the background and you turned to face him, sniffling.

“Thank you,” you whispered, “thank you so much.” The smile he gave you was sad, but there was a glimmer of pride in his ice blue eyes.

“What happened to you was unjust,” he replied, “and I could not, in good faith, stand by and do nothing.”

“Still,” you curled your fists, “without you, I’d have lost my wand too.”

“True,” he agreed calmly, “though I admit that I can do very little else for you except for this.” With a flourish, he pulled out a folded bit of parchment and handed it to you. You took it without complaint, ripping it open and reading its contents greedily. Your mother smacked your shoulder lightly, appalled by your rude behavior.

You didn’t care, too busy drinking in the information that your favorite teacher had given you. Your father laughed and brought your mother in close as she fumed.

“You can take the girl out of Ravenclaw, but you can’t take the Ravenclaw out of the girl. Just like someone else I know.”

You ignored them in favor of meeting Dumbledore’s patient stare.

“Ukraine?” You asked incredulously, “you want me to go to Ukraine?”

“It may not sound glamorous, but it will get you out of the country and away from the public eye.” You didn’t need to be told twice.

“I’ll do it.”


Your mother spent the next month and a half trying to convince you to stay or at least go somewhere safe, like America.

You shot her down every time.

Finally, your day of departure arrived and both you and your parents stood outside; staring down at the portkey that would be taking you to your mission site. Your mother cried.

“Love, please,” she begged, “please, think this out. It’ll be cold and you’ll be the only woman there! I can’t, in good consciousness, let you go!”

“Mum,” you said softly; bringing her in for a hug. “I need this, don’t you understand? I can’t even go to the Leaky Cauldron without people recognizing me. At least this way I’ll be able to recover some semblance of my reputation.”     

She sniffed.

“Fine, if I can’t convince you, maybe he will.”

“He” turned out to be none other than Newt Scamander.

You blinked in shock, not believing what you were seeing.

“Newt?” You stepped forward; hand reaching out to touch his face before you stopped yourself. He nodded shyly, but refused to meet your eye.

“Hello.”

“Wha, what are you doing here?” It was a valid question. Ever since your expulsion, you hadn’t heard a thing from the redhead.

He cleared his throat, eyes flicking up to search your face before drifting away again.

“Your mum called, said you were about to do something monumentally stupid and that she needed me to talk you out of it.”

You bit back a groan.

“Of course she would,” you muttered; pinching the bridge of your nose. “Look, Newt, I’m so happy to see you, I really am, but my portkey is about to leave and I just, I can’t deal with this right now.”

“Deal with what?” There was a dangerous edge to his voice, but you were so caught up with your own problems at the time to notice.

“Deal with this!” You snapped; throwing your hands up in the air. “For the past month I’ve been treated like some sort of criminal for something I didn’t even do! And now, now that I have the chance to get away from the looks and, and, and the gossip, my own mother tries to blackmail me into staying!” Newt stiffened and a dark look crossed his face.

“No one asked you to take the fall.” He spat and you were thoroughly surprised at the bitterness behind his words. Despite it, you let out a humorless laugh.

“Yes, I did, because if I hadn’t, you would’ve.”

There was a brief moment of silence and you let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“Newt,” you finally said, “I don’t want to argue and I don’t want to leave it like this, but I need to go.”  He immediately deflated and he looked so heartbroken that you almost wanted to stay. Almost.

“Will you write?” You bit your bottom lip and gave him a helpless shrug.

“I’ll try, but…” His moss green eyes sharpened at your hesitation and he stepped forward; dwarfing your small form.

“Merlin’s beard, your Mum was right. You are doing something monumentally stupid.”

“…”

He slumped forward; resting his chin on the top of your head.

“Can you at least tell me what you’re doing?”

Merlin, you wanted to. You’d wanted to tell him since the beginning, but you knew better. The minute she asked, Newt would crumble like paper in the rain and you couldn’t risk it. Not now.

“No, I can’t.”

You could practically see him frown at that and his next words were muffled by your hair.

“I promise not to tell her.”

“That’s what you said when I told you about Eddie Redmayne. Next thing I know, half of Hogwarts was talking about how we did it in the Potion’s cupboard.” He went to retort, but your pocket watch chimed softly and you pulled away to check it.

“I’ve got less than a minute.” You said and he sighed softly.

“You’re still going to go?”

“I have to.”


You barked orders in Russian and the men scrambled to meet them as you drew Hayden’s attention towards you.

“Here love, here! That’s right, that’s right, keep your eyes on me. Ignore the silly men and their silly scrambling.”

The ironbelly roared and flapped his wings; puffs of smoke escaping from his nostrils as he snorted.

“I know, sweetie, I know, but you have to calm down. I promise, everything will be okay, okay? Now be a good boy for mummy and go hunt yourself some dinner. I’m feeling very particular to goat, what about you?”

He let out another roar before lifting off, wind snapping at your hair and clothes as he did so.

After a tense second or so, you relaxed and made an attempt to fix your ruffled appearance. Just as you finished fluffing up your hair, Aventin ran up to you, letter in hand. Absentmindedly, you ruffled the boy’s hair before dropping a sickle into his palm.

Making your way back to your tent, you flipped over the envelope and grinned when you saw Newt’s familiar scrawl. Breaking the seal, you skimmed over its content, the smile that had been on your face slowly sliding off as you did so.

Your legs stopped moving as you reread his final sentence.

Leta and I plan on marrying in the spring and I hope you’ll be back before hand.

He might as well have slapped you in the face.

After everything that girl had put him through, put you through, he wanted to marry her!?

Merlin’s beard, you’d gotten yourself expelled because of her!

Swearing loudly, you ripped up his letter and stomped back into your tent.


Half a bottle of vodka later and you were in the middle of scribing a rather nasty sounding letter to your (former) best friend when Dumbledore apparated in.

He took in your teared stained face and the death grip you had on the neck of your bottle before sighing and vanishing away both the alcohol and your poorly thought out letter.

“I see you received the news.”

You nodded and whimpered; sobbing into his chest as he drew you in for a hug.

“It hurts now, but I promise you, my dear, it lessens with time.”


You didn’t go to the wedding, not because you didn’t want to (you really hadn’t wanted to), but because you were recovering at St. Mungo’s after a nasty accident involving Hayden and a Ministry official.

(The man was still blubbering for the ironbelly’s death.)

Dumbledore sauntered into your hospital room with a bouquet and a sack of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavour Beans. You forced a small smile.

“Flowers from the wedding?”

He chuckled at that; transfiguring the hard plastic seat into something more cushy before sitting down.

“Alas, it was Madame Longbottom that caught it, not I.”

You nodded; sinking back into your pillow tiredly.

“I see.”

There was a stretch of silence and you watched with mild amusement as your former teacher picked through the sweets.

“He was quite disappointed when you didn’t show.” He finally said as he bit into something bright green with unnattractive yellow spots. His face gave away nothing as he chewed.

“Forgive me,” you said dryly, “but his wedding was the farthest thing from my mind as I kept an entire colony of dragons from eating my company.”

“I’d say you were lying, but now that I see you, I’m more inclined to believe your dragon story.”

Your head snapped up to see Newt leaning against the doorframe, his green eyes taking in everything as he stared at your bedridden form. Your heart sunk when you caught sight of the gold band on his hand.

“Newt.”

“Merlin, (Y/n),” he muttered, “what were you thinking?”

“If I’m being honest, it was something along the lines of ‘holy Rowena, it’s hot as balls’ and ‘I think there went my left eyebrow’.”

“You know what I mean. What were you doing with dragons!?”

You bit your lip, refusing to meet his eye.

“I can’t tell you.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair as he walked into the room.

“And why not?”

“Because.”

Because you’ll tell Leta, who’ll tell that sewing circle of hers, which may or may not doom the entirety of Britain.

As if reading your mind, (you wouldn’t be surprised if he could if you were being honest) Albus cleared his throat and took your hand in a fatherly manner.

“Ah yes, about that, my dear. The Ministry has decided that, in light of recent developments, to cancel the project.”

“What!? Why!?”

At the same time, Newt asked:

“What Ministry project? (Y/n), when did you start working for the Ministry?”

You ignored him, (e/c) eyes shining with frustration.

I swear, if that quivering pile of shite has done anything…

“Surely, my dear, you’ve noticed that you’re the only one Hayden and his brood respond to, yes?” Another jelly bean passed his lips. “Ever since you’ve been hospitalized no one’s managed to get into the sanctuary, let alone to the ironbellies.”

Ironbellies!?”

“So that’s it?” Your hands were gripping tightly at your hair and you drew your knees up so you could rest your elbows on them. “A year and a half of my life wasted and I’ve got nothing to show for it except for a set of unattractive scars.”

“Of course not. The tamers were quite impressed and wrote a glowing recommendation to the Minister. Due to their kindness,” here you made a mental note to send your former team something nice, “you now have an offer at a position in the Ministry’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.”

…scratch that, you were going to murder them as soon as you were discharged.

❝ A terrible thing happened!❞
❝ This would be easier if I could understand you better. ❞
❝ I’m about to make it worse.❞
❝ Oh joy. Now my mother can get that kidney operation she so desperately needs.❞
❝ This stays strictly among the Fable community.❞
❝ Lay one hand on me, asshole, and you’ll regret it.❞
❝ I’m taking you in.❞
Never discuss personal hygiene with a bridge troll.❞
❝ You’ve occasionally been clever, _____ … but never smart.❞
❝ You’re getting a bit nosy, mister/miss/misses ______❞
❝ If you can’t maintain a normal human appearance or purchase a concealing Glamour from one of our witches our rules mandate that you be relocated upstate to the Farm, where all the other nonhuman Fables live.❞
Both of you shut up and let me work. ❞
❝ This is abuse of authority! And I got a witness! ❞
❝ Does it matter?❞
❝ We have to make as best we can.❞
❝ Is he/she the one?❞
❝ If she/he opens her/his mouth again, pick her/him up and carry her/him home.❞
❝ I can’t help but notice things. I believe that’s why you hired me,❞
❝ I’m not much interested in what you think is and isn’t a good idea. ❞
❝ You look out of breath, ____. Been climbing beanstalks again? ❞
❝ I’m afraid this time it’s different, I understand there’s blood. Lots if it.❞
❝ Did you run all the way over here just to trade verbal barbs,or is there something else you need? ❞
❝ Don’t be so dramatic. I already know. My ex is back in town.❞
❝ We’ll see.❞
❝ Can’t you go faster? ❞
❝ Damned right I want to know. I’m going with you❞
❝ You power-mad fuckshit!❞
❝ Fine. I get the message. I’ll keep quiet – for now.❞ 
❝ I take it back. You’re still a monster through and through.❞
❝ It looks that way.❞
❝ Hide your wallet first.❞
❝ I won’t take up too much of your time, but I have a few questions.❞
❝ I’m bleeding you shit! Why’d you do that?❞
❝ Is that why your handsome prince/pretty princess divorced you?❞
❝ Get up. It’s morning. I need to go to work and you need to get out.❞
❝ Whoever did this is one of us.❞
❝ You make it sound like a fucking synonym for — I don’t know — a turd sandwich.❞
❝ Is that supposed to be some kind of joke?❞
❝ You can’t fool this nose.❞
❝ Watch your smart mouth, sonny boy/ girlie❞
❝ If you’re going to advance, advance like you mean it. ❞
❝ Unlike you, I have responsibilities.❞
❝ I thought I’d find you out here.❞
❝ How can you be sure? ❞
❝ Don’t you have a government to run?❞
❝ I can’t just now.❞
❝ Did you kill her?❞
❝ Nothing to apologize for. I expected it to happen sooner.❞
❝ You’ve gone dotty, sweetheart.❞
❝ Mister/Miss/Misses _____, if you’re going to insist on calling me princess/prince, please don’t do it in that tone of voice.❞
❝ Why don’t you tell me what you want, so I can get back to work.❞
❝ Don’t beat up on yourself so much.❞
❝ No, ma’am/mister. I’ve never had much of a sense of humor.❞
❝ We’ll get around to him/her. But let’s finish up with you for now.❞
❝ If you think that, maybe you should add me to your suspect list.❞
❝ I apologize for the waterworks in there. That wasn’t very professional of me.❞
❝ Thank you for coming on such short notice.❞
❝ Why don’t you let me handle things from now on?❞
❝ Then my money says ____ did it.❞
❝ So what actual conclusions did you come to?❞
❝ It’s comforting to discover your voice haven’t lost any of its venom over the years, lovey.❞
❝ And what about the time you tried to raffle off the map to your remaining magic beans?❞
❝ I will, if it becomes necessary. I promise. But so far that isn’t the case.❞
❝ How dare I what? Speak rudely to a mass murderer?❞
❝ Then you’re wasting my time and yours.❞
❝ I don’t eat sweets.❞
❝ I’ve had my one loss of composure. You won’t have to worry about further emotional fits from me.❞
❝ Then quit your fucking dissembling and answer!❞
❝ You’re always trying to beat the system, ___❞
❝ Think about that before your next lesson.❞
❝ The minx seduced me.❞
❝ This shouldn’t take long.❞
❝ Well, ain’t that a big kick in the pantalones. ❞
❝ Feel better now?❞
❝ I’m not a delicate flower. I can take bad news.❞
❝ You can’t keep sneaking into the city to crash on my couch.❞
❝ When did you get to be such a potty-mouth?❞
❝ She/he ‘s dead – carved up like a Christmas turkey. And rumor has it that creepy boyfriend/girlfriend of hers/his did the dirty deed.❞
❝ You are an impertinent man/woman. I demand satisfaction!❞
❝ But she/he only dated him/her to make me jealous.❞
❝ Not to worry. Sit down. Make yourselves at home.❞
❝ We can have it lab tested if you like but there’s zero chance that it isn’t her/his blood.❞
❝ What? How dare you!❞
❝ I’m charging this pompous asswipe with ____’s murder.❞
❝ We called ahead. Your boss is expecting us.❞
❝ I’m leaving now, before I scream.❞
❝ I like to come here to think – which I do best when left alone.❞
❝ On-guard position, ____. My turn to attack now.❞
❝ You may not have done anything this time, ___. But you are never innocent.❞
❝ Then comes the fun part I promised. You get to make a big mess.❞
❝ But I can’t help but wonder if you haven’t turned back to your old eating habits.❞
❝ I’ll keep that in mind if I ever do decide to kill anyone.❞
❝ Where did you get all that?❞
❝ And when exactly are you planning to clue me in?❞
❝ Oh look. After all these years, the wolf has finally shed his sheep’s clothing to once more show us the true beast underneath.❞
❝ Oh, we don’t need to stand on formalities. Not when it’s just you and me.❞
❝ You are a tedious, small man, and in need of more frequent bathing.❞
❝ How dare you treat me in such fashion! ❞
❝ Talk now and you can save yourself some pain.❞
❝ That’s not the way we do things anymore.❞
❝ Oh joy. Then don’t carry it that way, or you’re likely to cut your own head off.❞
❝ Wait! Both of you! We don’t want to talk ourselves into rash actions here.❞
❝ Machines hate me. I’m a genetic luddite, incapable of operating anything more complex than my toaster.❞
❝ Do what you need to, but have this wrapped up by the gala.❞
❝ Boo-fucking-hoo.❞
❝ Has it escaped your notice I’m bleeding? I need a doctor.❞
❝ Excuse me?❞
❝ And don’t let the mundys catch you.❞
Get him/her, ____! He/she ‘s trying to kill me!❞
❝ I have no idea. It came out out of the blue.❞
❝ Good hunting, sir.❞
❝ And what are you going to be doing while I’m doing your work for you?❞
❝ This is the vorpal blade of Jabberwocky fame. Kills in one cut, snicker-snack and all that? Does all the fighting for you?❞
❝It’s all very complicated and I can’t explain it yet. So just go along.❞
❝ I was half-way hoping you’d have gone home for the night, so that I could put this off until tomorrow morning.❞
❝ Mop, wax, scrub and paint until you return it to pristine condition.❞
❝ Let’s all step back, take a deep breath, declare a minute’s moratorium on the chest-thumping and see if we can’t think things through a bit more rationally, okay?❞
❝I’m content to cut at you all day and all night, until you confess❞
❝ You can be one frustrating son of a bitch!❞
❝ Your record’s been clean since you came to town.❞
❝ Be my guest. I’d love to have that menace out of my life.❞
❝ Poor baby.❞
❝ Keep your pants on! I’m coming!❞
❝ You need to prepare yourself for some bad news.❞
❝ I’m sorry.❞
❝ The only easy day was yesterday.❞
❝ We’re coming to your rescue.❞
❝ Don’t put ideas in his head!❞
❝ What are you talking about?❞
❝ We both know you’re too much of a narcissistic asshole to ever blame yourself for any of your many failings, so did you blame her/him/_____?❞
❝ Not a chance, boys. Hauling all this crap was just the first act. Your workday has barely begun.❞
❝ The best mother/father any boy/girl could want.❞
Drop the knife and back away from the boy or I’ll rip your fucking throat out.❞
❝ I need you to be in one piece for the big party next week.❞
❝ I’ve got more bad news for the two of you.❞
❝ Nonsense. If I were trying to kill him/her, he/she ‘d be dead now.❞
❝ Can we go now? ❞
❝ What do you say? Growing tired of the taste of gingerbread?❞
❝ If I have to lay my hands on you, it won’t end until one of us is dead on the floor.❞
❝ My hero. *sarcasm*
❝ That means there’s no hope that she/he/___ is still alive.❞
❝ Yeah, well my heart bleeds for you, you know what they say.❞
❝ Most of us knew it was only a matter of time before you reverted to your old ways, ____. Nature cannot be denied.❞
❝ I want something of my own. ❞
❝ I suppose it would have been too much to expect to be born smart as well as privileged. ❞
❝ Where do we buy the lottery tickets? ❞
❝ Why dwell on one unfortunate incident so long ago? ❞
❝ I imagine that will only grow worse after tonight. ❞
Both of you, quit your damned bitching and crying.  ❞
❝ My god, are you completely devoid of social skills? ❞
❝ I didn’t anticipate being the center of so much attention ❞
❝ You’re about to find out exactly how much I can prove. ❞
❝ Enjoying the party? ❞
You ought to know. You helped put it there. ❞
❝ Don’t start. ❞
❝ Pardon me, but you’ve suddenly grown wearisome and pedestrian. ❞
❝ Many of us didn’t have the chance to run. ❞
❝ Ladies and gentlemen, lift your glasses and join me, please, in drinking this toast. ❞
❝ I want to grow up, I want my balls to drop, and I want to get laid. ❞
❝ But maybe there’s a way for all of us to avoid that harsh necessity. ❞
❝ But still working for a minimum wage in a ________ ❞
❝ All sorts of things never occur to you, dear. ❞
❝ Why go into hock to win more lost lands and another useless title? ❞
❝ How much have we made so far? ❞
❝ But you’ve got nothing on me– nothing you can prove, anyway. ❞
❝ You’ve never danced before? ❞
❝ Are you on the menu? ❞
❝ I’m an old veteran of these affairs. ❞
❝ There you are. Don’t you look nice. ❞
❝ But we’re missing the party! ❞
❝ I am most certainly not having a good time. ❞
❝ As promised, my love. ❞
❝ If I win, I’ll be a princess/prince in my own right. ❞
❝ Are you going to act like this all night? ❞
❝ It wasn’t our/my business. ❞
❝ I finally made it. ❞
❝ Oh my, is he your date, princess? ❞
❝ Don’t literally watch your feet, just kindly stop stomping all over mine. ❞
❝ Shut up, you pathetic, bleating child. ❞
❝ Shallots? But you clearly said red onions! ❞
❝ Perhaps women wear low necklines to filter out the gentlemen from the dogs. Those few who can still manage eye contact, even in the presence of breasts like these, might actually have some potential. ❞
❝ You poor girl/boy ❞
❝ And this time leave the guns, daggers and battle axes at home, please. ❞
❝ Do you see why I needed your help? ❞
❝ Don’t spoil the evening, darling. ❞
❝ Oh gosh. I sure hope not. ❞
❝ So how long do we have to do this before we eat? ❞
❝ Gently, please. I’m not some suspect you’re about to wrestle to the ground. ❞
❝ You look like you’re trying to peek down my dress. ❞
❝ I was beginning to think I’d been stood up. ❞
❝ I swear you’ve had that same scowl on your face for the past three or four hundred years. ❞
❝ No wonder they call lotteries taxes on stupid people. ❞
❝ Why don’t you run your own damned errands? ❞
❝ So it’s not as if you’d suffer any embarrassment if I never showed. ❞
Everything must be coordinated to arrive at the proper time! ❞
❝ I demand an explanation! ❞
❝ Now, follow my lead and try to stay off my feet. ❞
❝ We need to be out on the dance floor. ❞
❝ No matter. You always go this thing stag, right? ❞
❝ When did you forget how to enjoy yourself? ❞

View | jaehyun

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

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

Word count: 3000+

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

part: one | two

Australia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It’s her fault.

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

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

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

Her: 2

Jae: 2


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugs, “I usually am.”

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

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

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

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

He frowns, “What for?”

She scoffs, “Saving my life.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her: still 2

Jae: still 2


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

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

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

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

Don’t take this personally.

You’re fired.’


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nods, “Right.” she says absentmindedly.

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

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

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

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

“Did I do something?” he interrupts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her: 2

jae: 3

(because unfortunately, she does need him.)


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

He nods, “Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

her: 2

jae: 3

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

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solangelo first kiss? (where neither of them have ever kissed anyone before)

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It’s during the summer. Another one of those days when Will drags Nico outside to enjoy the sunshine and soak up the vitamin D.

Nico complains, because of course he does, but really he doesn’t feel any sort of reluctance. Even when the sun burns his legs, because they’re clothed in black jeans, and he has to squint when looking up at Will. Because he’s tall, and the sun is bright, and it kind of obscures his vision.

Not that he mentions that part.

“So what’s your actual plan here?” Nico asks, trying not to flush because Will’s hand is tight around his wrist, pulling him forward. The two of them are making their way through the Camp Half-Blood grounds, and when you get past the cabins and the hoards of people just arriving back for summer, there is so much green.

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CHIASMUS

|| Part 1 ||  Part 2 ||

100% Despair

In the end, Mob can’t protect other people from himself. In the end it all comes to a head, and when he wakes up people have died.

It doesn’t matter who they were or what they were trying to do. It doesn’t matter that his life, and the lives of those most important to him were at stake. 

All that matters is that he failed.

So, in his despair, he builds a cage and willingly walks into it.  His vessel sleeps, and he knows that the others may mourn him for a while, in the end it’s better this way.

The others, however, aren’t going to let that stand.

Even if they have to go in after him.

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Old Love.

- Bobby x Reader

- Angst, fluff

- An exhausted Bobby learns the hard way to be careful with what he wishes for. 

- Random drabble I forgot to post.

- Random S/O: @masual , @muujum thanks for the kind comments 😍😍😘

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The thunderous slam of the front door this late at night could only means one thing, an overworked boyfriend fed up with the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life. You understand his frustration of course, being worked to the bone without having a comeback in months would do that to even a saint. Adding the constant travel for show and lack of sleep had turned the boy with stars in his eyes into an insufferable grump. You never minded being his therapist, being the only person he could complain to without any filter. He’d often laid with his head on your lap, gritting his teeth angrily at one thing or another. You’d just let him talk with a hand smoothing comforting circles over his firm chest, melting his rage back into its cage. Some days he’d ask for your advice knowing just how unreasonable he could get, others, he simply needed a pair of ears. Although rare, sometimes the limitless list of things that’s wrong in his life includes you. 

You hadn’t expect him tonight honestly, not after the blow out last night. Curl up in the cold king size bed that might as well have been two twin beds for the past week, you stay quiet, listening intently to any little sound coming from the living room. Jiwon loves skin-ship despite that tough macho image on SMTM and explosive stages of Ikon. He continuously expresses his displeasure in Hanbin lovey dovey gestures but you know for a fact he loves it. He just couldn’t get himself to let the poor boy knows he secretly revels in every moment because Hanbin being the cheeky monkey would never let him live it down. With you in the privacy of your shared apartment, there was not a second spent here that he didn’t have some sort of contact with your skin. You don’t even know what was the point in him buying a bigger bed when he cuddles up to you at night so close, you both use a mere 25% of the spacious bed. Lately however, he’d come home late at night when you’re already asleep and fall into slumber as far away from your body as possible. 

An exasperated groan follows by heavy footsteps yank you out of your reverie of happier time. He was searching for something and for the sake of your peaceful sleep tonight, you hope he finds it soon. Sure enough, a mere second later, the bedroom door swing open with a bang resembles much of the one earlier made by the front door. In burst Jiwon, eyebrows furrow and that sharp jawline clenches under what must be a raging storm. You wanted so bad to just run up to him as always when he gets home and envelop him in a big hug, telling him everything will be okay. Tonight, you don’t dare with the fury that’s flashing bright red on that handsome face. 

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