keep calm and listen to

I think I will only accept a lion shuffle if it’s literally everyone ends up with a different lion.

Like, oops, Allura was actually TOTALLY FUCKING WRONG about EVERYONE because she had literally just met them 20 minutes ago.

Black - Lance (sure okay why not let’s give it a shot I’m down to clown, develops leadership qualities, this is reminding me of the pirate captain from Stardust for some reason, ‘the heart of the team’, Will listen to everyone and make the right call (eventually))

Yellow - Keith (Really works with his impulsiveness tbh?, The yellow lion makes him slow down and think b/c he can’t just bolt in, Will pull back and make everyone think twice, Sees the Big Picture better than everyone else on the team, No your family/Allura are not more important than the rest of the entire universe guys)

Green - Hunk (nosy, interested in learning, wants to touch EVERYTHING, will steal and read your diary and go through your files, crazy smart and eager to question)

Red - Pidge (I’m gunna BREAK INTO THE GG and SIT AT YOUR COMPUTER AND READ YOUR FILES then SCREAM AT YOU, openly impulsive and quick to temper, often takes the bullheaded approach, Will do her own thing regardless of what others think)

Blue - Shiro (The one that keeps the group together and calm, Moral support and there to listen, Will encourage you and make you feel like you can do anything)

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New BABQFTIM OCs!!!!
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Nigel (right):

Age: 129 (yet he’s still feels young)

Sex: Male

Height: 5'8

Crush: (hasn’t experience love in a while)

Goal: At least to survive and protect his friend Bullet

INFO: Nigel is a dragon who is controlled by a psychopathic parasite in his brain which cause him to go insane most of the time. He has the ink illness, which he hates it but he gets used to it. Is covered in a lot of injuries. He makes and hides his weapons in a secret place. He loves to play his hand-crafted violin most of the time, especially when Bullet is around. Likes to make new friends, doesn’t really make friends that often. Has never met Bendy or Boris, but does know Cuphead, Mugman, and Felix. Is friendly but don’t make fun or annoy him, he gets pissed off really easily. Gets nightmares mostly.
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Bullet (left):

Age: 75

Sex: Male

Height: 5'4

Crush: No one

Goal: Stay with Nigel at all times, and wants to become a doctor and a ballerina.

INFO: Bullet is another dragon, is Nigel’s best friend, who is not necessarily a fighter like Nigel, but can get aggressive is Nigel is hurt badly. Is a little shy around people but is more friendly than Nigel. Is a little uncoordinated but still pretty smart. The one thing he is scared of the most is Cuphead and Mugman (that’s why he has a hole in his wing). He can barley fly anymore, he still can but it’s very crooked and low. Treats Nigel more like a brother than a friend, yet they are not brothers, but Nigel doesn’t mind at all. Does not like it when Nigel cusses, threatens someone with a weapon, or gets really pissed off, always tries his best to keep him calm. He loves to listen to Nigel play his violin.
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So that’s all the info about them sorry if it was too long….

BABQFTIM belongs to @thebbros

art by thedragonlair74

gentle reminder

please try your best to remember that making decisions may be hard, but it’s not impossible or a thing you cannot do; try to keep your mind calm, and listen to what your heart says, and please try to not force yourself into making a decision - it’s okay to take your time, you’re all good and you’ll be able to do it, i believe in you

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“You know, I think it’s really cute. I think they have a great relationship. Jade is very tough, and she’s very mean to everyone, but, you know, with Beck she’s kind of softer and she shows her more vulnerable sides, and he can kind of control her in a way, you know - without being aggressive or mean. He keeps kind of saying, "Calm down,” and she listens to him. They have a very cute relationship, and he levels her. In the last episode [Jade Dumps Beck] they did break up, she got jealous that he was hanging out with a popular socialite, but they did get back together, so…everything is good in Jade & Beck world.“ - Elizabeth Gillies on Beck and Jade’s relationship

Just cuddling

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 3.962

Warnings: none

A/N: I’m so sick at the moment and that is exactly what I could need right now with Bucky ;) I hope you like it.

A/N 2: Sorry for the lack of writings the last days. My university started again this week so my time is very limited… but I try my best ^^


“But Steve…”

“No Y/N.”

“But it’s just cuddling.”

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Boys (Reddie)

Word Count: 2,136
Trigger warnings: transphobia, panic attacks, implied alcoholism
Tags: trans!richie, reddie, first kiss
Dedicated to: @reddiestenbrough, for being an absolute Gem and sticking with me through every single stage of writing this fic and being pretty much solely responsible for my happiness recently 💚
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Breathe

Request: ‘I saw a Reid’s gif where he’s at the phone and he’s saying:’ I promise you, you’ll be okay. So will I.’ Can you do an imagine based on this gif? Maybe something like the reader is having an anxiety attack and Reid is the only who can help her. (I hope you understand, I’m not really good to speak english and I’m from Italy 💞) Thank you!’


This may be a pile of shite, we don’t know. Enjoy!

Trigger Warning- anxiety/panic attack


‘Y/L/N, Reid, I need you two to go inside the building. You are the youngest in the team and since the unsub is young himself, we think that he will find it easier to connect with you.’ Hotch said, placing a reassuring hand on your arm as he saw your eyes widen in fear.

A young man had gone on a shooting spree and then kidnapped his ex-girlfriend, holding her at gunpoint in an abandoned building. Evidently, it was your job now to persuade him to turn the gun away from her.

‘Don’t worry, we have snipers positioned on him so if he even goes to move his gun he will be taken out.’ Hotch continued, giving you a nod before turning back to Rossi.

You looked at Spencer, who was surprisingly calm and tightening up his Kevlar vest. It had only been a few weeks after he had been shot in the neck while protecting Blake, and it was safe to say that you had never felt a fear like it.

Reid was obviously unaware of your feelings, and you were terrified at the thought of destroying a friendship that had pulled you through the darkest of times. Just the notion of stepping into a dangerous hostage situation and the possibility of losing Spencer again made your legs buckle beneath you.

‘Woah, girl, are you okay?’ JJ said, wrapping her arm around your waist in an attempt to steady you.

‘I- can’t- breathe.’ You whispered. Your heart was racing and you felt tears pricking your eyes.

‘Okay, Y/N. I need you to breathe with me. Come here and we will sit you down.’ JJ soothed, taking you over to a nearby bench.

You turned to try and locate Spencer but he was nowhere to be seen. Had he gone in without you? Was he trying to talk to the gunman on his own?

‘Spencer! SPENCE! Where are you? JJ, where’s Spencer? Has he gone inside? SPENCER?’ You screamed hysterically, tears streaming down your face.

‘Y/N, listen to me, you need to keep calm.’ JJ said, rubbing your back and squeezing your hand.

You were sobbing and spluttering, trying to get the air in and out.

‘SPENCER! SPENCER!’ you screamed, as the people around started turning their heads towards you. You caught the attention of Hotch, who was striding towards you.

‘JJ, what is happening?’ Hotch asked, crouching down to look at you.

‘She’s having some sort of anxiety attack, Sir.’ JJ said, still gripping onto your hand.

‘Where’s Reid?’ Hotch whispered, placing a hand on your knee to stop it from shaking.

‘We don’t know. He is the only person who will calm her down.’ She replied, before she was interrupted by a voice.

‘JJ? Y/N? Are you alright?’ Spencer said, appearing in front of you as tears continued streaming from your eyes.

‘Reid, sit with her please.’ Hotch ordered, squeezing your knee and leading JJ away from you and Spencer.

‘Spencer- I- couldn’t- breathe- I – thought- I- was- going-  to- lose- you.’ You said between breaths, as your body continued to shake involuntarily.

Spencer instantaneously sat down next to you and enveloped you in his arms, resting his forehead on yours.

‘Y/N, I need you to take a big deep breath in and hold it. And then breathe it out. Can you do that for me?’ Spencer whispered, as he took both of your hands into his.

You locked your eyes with his and did as he said. Soon, your breathing returned to normal but tears were still falling down your cheeks.

Spencer wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, his lips connecting with your forehead. His grip around you was the only thing keeping you together.

‘What happened?’ He whispered into your hair.

‘I thought about losing you again. And then I got panicked. And then I couldn’t find you.’ You mumbled, and you felt his embrace tighten.

‘Y/N, you are never, ever going to lose me. No matter what.’ Spencer said, and you believed him.

‘Love you.’ He smiled, planting a kiss on your forehead.

‘No you don’t.’ You murmured into his chest, and you felt him release you.

Spencer cupped your cheeks and brought your face to his. ‘Yeah- Yeah I do.’

He leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on your lips, and then stood up and held out his hand.

‘C’mon, let’s go and get the bad guys. Together.’


TAGS: @nerdaspe @ssawonder @abeacontothewolves @hanny-bananny

Ice Doesn’t Forgive

Part ½ - Harry Hook x Daughter of Elsa

Prompts: 01: “I never meant to hurt you. ” 03: “ I wish i’d never met you. ” 06: “Are you drunk?” and 07: “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.” + Daughter of Elsa x Harry? 

               “Love, are you doing anything this evening?” Harry asked you, glancing up from your notes that he’d borrowed from the History of Wars classes that he’d missed. Having come over from The Isle later in the semester, he was attempting to catch up. You glanced up at him, distracted by his change in appearance since you’d first seen him arrive in Auradon.

               He’d exchanged his worn pirate coat and ripped clothes for a red velvet blazer, a white crisp button up and black skinny jeans. His hair, though still a mop of messy brown hair was at least slightly combed through, though probably with his fingers. He looked adorable. “Love?” he asked and waved his ring clad hand in front of your face.

               “Oh gosh, sorry,” you blinked a few times, “The only thing I have tonight is my mother’s coming to see the King and would like to visit with me for a little,” you told him, smiling a little.

               “Would you maybe want to come over tonight after and hang out? I want to thank you for helping me so much since I’ve gotten here. You’ve made this place rather enjoyable,” he winked at you and you felt warm, nervous yet excited.

               “I’d love to Harry, how does 7 work?” you asked and he nodded in excitement. “Perfect, see you in a few hours,” you hastily packed your things and rushed off to meet your mother and the King, pecking Harry on the cheek before you did so. For the first time in a long time, by request of King Beast, your mother Elsa was asked to make it snow for a Winter Carnival.

You’d inherited the power of cold from her at the early age of 3, making your bed an ice block and ever since then, she’d been attempting to help you control it so that you wouldn’t kill those you loved and she thought this was the perfect opportunity to help you control it.

               You hadn’t told Harry yet, afraid you’d scare him off, though him being the son of Captain Hook, he probably wouldn’t.  After meeting with the King and your mother, you’d made progress in your powers and planned the event of Winter Carnival. “You need to hold onto an image, a person, an anchor to keep yourself calm. For me, it was your Aunt and my love for her,” your mother told you as you nodded and tried again. Small snowflakes began to fall from the ceiling and you smiled at the image of Harry in your head.

It was then that you glanced at the clock. You were unbelievably late. “Oh gosh, I’m so late to meet Harry,” you mumbled to yourself and rushed off to find the pirate.

               When you arrived at his and Gil’s dorm room and turned the golden doorknob to open the door, and gasped at the sight. The room was covered with candles and rose petals, Harry laid on his bed with a bottle of champagne in his hand. At the sound of the door opening, he looked over at you and rolled his eyes. His eyeliner was smudged and the nice white button up he wore was ripped open to reveal his toned chest, a makeshift tattoo of a hook on his pec.

               He sat up slightly and took a large swig of the alcohol before throwing the empty bottle behind you, the crystal shards shattered against the painting and you shielded yourself from them. “Harry, I’m so sorry for being late, I was working with my mother and there’s something I need to tell you,” Harry popped the cork on another bottle and walked closer to you.

               “Go away,” he grumbled angrily, his breath a wave of champagne and sea salt caramel.

               “Harry? Are you drunk?” you asked him in confusion, never having seen this side of him. Harry rolled his eyes again and scoffed.

               “I don’t know, am I?” he slurred sarcastically, “Of course I am! It’s something that fun people do Y/N, not that you would know anything about fun,” Harry spat and took another sip of the champagne, burping loudly.

“Harry, what is all of this? What’s gotten into you?” you asked him and he pushed you aside and began to blow out the candles around the room.

               “I did this for you,” he shouted suddenly, dropping the bottle of champagne onto the wooden bedside table and grabbing his hook. He waved it in front of you. “To think that I was going to ask you to be mine, it’s pathetic really.”

               “You were going to ask me-,” you paused, “I’m sorry for being late, my mother was trying to help me control my powers, Harry, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

               “I frankly don’t care love,” he spat and nudged your shoulder lightly. “I hate this godforsaken place, I hate you,” he slurred.

               “Harry, don’t talk like that,” you replied. “You love this place, you’ve been doing so well here,” you tried to reach for him and make him look at you but he wouldn’t budge and pushed your hand away.

               “Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person,” Harry scoffed, his fingers moving in quotations around the words ‘people person’. “I should’ve never trusted you, I should’ve never come here. You only let me down, just like everyone else in my life,” he yelled at you, pulling at his brown locks.

               “Harry, where is this coming from? I don’t understand, please listen and-,”

               “Go away Y/N, I wish I’d never met you,” he pushes you back slightly to give him space to breathe. You begin to shake, your hands quivering in frustration of how quick he’d flipped a switch. Your hands go up in defense but instead of a quick nudge at his chest, freezing air fills your palms and your power pushes him back across the room. The room freezes over and icicles began to form along the canopy of his bed. Your skin turns a sickly shade of blue and he sobers up immediately, watching in shock as you scream and walls over ice form around your body, encasing you like a cocoon.

               You gasp for air, unable to breathe as the frigid cold consumes you as your anger and hurt of his outburst takes over and you can’t control yourself any longer. The image of Harry that once anchored you just moments ago now filling you with rage. The windows to the room burst and shatter and Harry who had been crouched over moved to try to calm you. His hand retracts though, the ice too cold, too painful to his skin.

               You’re now frozen solid and Harry has no idea what to do except to rush into the hallway and scream for help. Doug rushes out of his room, followed by Jay and Carlos. Ben’s halfway down the hallway, phone in hand to call your mother and his father, aware that you’d been working on this. Ben knew you were getting better, making progress so when he saw your frozen figure, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

               “What happened?” Ben asked Harry who watched as your mother began to thaw you out, speaking hushed words to you as she took a glance at Harry quickly and moved her focus back on you.

               “I got angry with her, she was late to our date and I got upset and drunk because I wanted tonight to be perfect,” Harry rambled on, just then, the ice surrounding you broken apart. The ice chunks fell to the floor and broke into pieces as you cried out in pain. Your tears were frozen teardrops the panged on the floor and you almost fell to your knees if it weren’t for Carlos and Jay wrapping blankets around you.

Harry watched as your mother instructed them to take you to your room and to start a small fire in the fireplace to warm you up. She turned to look at him and he bowed his head in fear. He knew of her power and he had no idea that her daughter had inherited her power. You’d never mentioned anything. But the memory of you withdrawing your hand from his touch or the quick cold lips pressed against his cheek suddenly came to mind.

“My daughter was late because she wanted to control her power so that she wouldn’t hurt you. Among other things, she specifically mentioned your name. It was important that found an anchor to hold onto, something that she loved that would keep her calm,” Elsa explained and Harry listened intently as she spoke.

“Did she make any progress?” Harry asked quietly, not sure what else to say.

“When she finally made it snow instead of ice and sleet storms, I asked her what she thought of. She spoke a pirate from the Isle of the Lost who had a thing about counting the time wrong and an obnoxiously contagious laugh,” Harry chuckled gleefully, his eyes began to glaze over at the thought, “She thought of you Harry.”


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Want to read more? Here’s my masterlist :)

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Dylan x Reader

Requested By Anon


You screamed as someone shot at you and out of nowhere another person gripped you by the waist and dragged you out of the line of fire. He smiled and tried to keep you calm despite the large gun in his hands.

 

“Hey listen I’m not going to hurt you, my names Dylan.” He said quickly.

 

“(Y/N).” You mumbled.

“Right, (Y/N) do you know what you found?” He asked, swallowing nervously when you nodded. “You’re going to need to run that way until you hit the road and then skip town as soon as you can.”



“But I!” You objected but he shook his head.

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autistic jonathan and will byers masterpost:
  • both jonathan and will are always referred to as being “strange” and “sensitive” and are seen to be shy, except for when will is around his friends
  • both jonathan and will are bullied for being strange
    • the mouthbreathers who always pick on will’s friend group
    • steve and his gang saying things like “i didn’t know he could talk” and “i bet he killed (will)”
  • they both have an audio stim of ‘should i stay or should i go’, will sings it in the upside down over and over to keep himself calm, jonathan listens to it in the car on the way to lonnie’s house, there’s a scene of them literally swaying/rocking together while listening to it
  • jonathan also makes mixtapes of songs he finds stimmy and gives them to his brother in the hopes that he’ll like them too
  • jonathan is always hung up on making breakfast A) because his mom needs to eat and he does to and B) because it’s part of his routine and he feels lost without it, his mother works nights and he’s always had to make breakfast for himself and will
  • will has a special interest in the x men and all of his friends are totally cool with it and just listen to him infodump all the time
  • jonathan has a special interest in photography and his camera is a comfort item, he loves the weight of it hanging around his neck 
    • after his camera is broken, he goes nonverbal, you can see nancy try to talk to him and he just opens and shuts his mouth like he’s trying to form words but he can’t
  • he also didn’t realize that his pictures would come off as stalker-y, i’ve seen some posts that are like ‘he did this because he’s a bad abusive stalker and we shouldn’t trust him’ but i believe that he legitimately didn’t know he was overstepping social bounds, but after it was pointed out he felt bad
  • jonathan also immediately interprets a couple of people screaming/laughing playfully as someone screaming in pain, there is literally an auditory shift between what he hears and what’s “really” happening
  • will hides a lot because of his autism, he hides in the little cupboard-y thing and castle byers when he gets overloaded or overwhelmed or goes nonverbal, his fort is filled with blankets and drawings and pillows and his mom and his brother both respect his boundaries regarding it because they know how important it is to him
  • jonathan’s ‘i don’t like most people’ line hit home for me because its an excuse i use, just because it’s easier to say that than to explain that i always feel distant and like an outsider because i am autistic and i’m not wired the same
  • jonathan also totally has a meltdown when he beats up steve, he acts only through instinct and he can’t calm down until someone stops him, he’s semi verbal afterwards, his voice is so quiet and it’s like he’s struggling to speak and it only happens after someone touches him
  • he also is touch averse in other situations, like when hopper playfully grabs him and punches his arm, he looks so jarred. he also does anything he can to get away from lonnie when he hugs him 
  • jonathan has a shutdown after they find “will’s” body, 
    • he listens to the music that calms him down, and cries, and hugs himself, which is a good pressure stim
      • legit i do that all the time when i get overwhelmed, i just squeeze myself and listen to music and cry until it’s passed
  • jonathan can read people, but it just takes time to process what he’s seen
    • he talks about how he can see how people feel in his pictures, but not when he sees them out in the world
    • but he’s not perfect at it: he makes a huge mistake in his read on nancy and she corrects him for it
  • also, just how jonathan holds himself, he never makes eye contact, he’s sort of hunched forward and speaks quietly, he keeps his hair in his eyes and he has a naturally blank expression that people sometimes find creepy

that’s really it, sorry this post is so long i’m just !! very excited about these headcanons/analyses of these characters!! feel free to add on if you want to!

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here)

Your heart was pounding in your ears, loud enough that you knew both wolves could hear it. What am I supposed to tell him? Jacob sat next to you, a warm arm snaking its way around your waist. Any other time you would’ve melted into his embrace and wrapped your arms around him, but right now was too awkward. You wanted to shy away from all touch in order to have room to breathe. The tension that rose between you and Paul once Jake arrived was suffocating, it was even worse because your boyfriend wasn’t aware of it.

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Wrong Number, Right Call (part 2)

Part 1

Fandom: BIGBANG/ Choi Seung Hyun x Reader

Synopsis: Texting leads to phone calls and feelings…

Warnings: There’s a little talk about nightmares and depression in this chapter. Nothing too in detail, though.

Author’s Note: Continuation of the Tabi fluff! <3 Although things get a little more “real” in this chapter. There’s feels & stuff… lol

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. This story contains fictional representations of real people. None of the events are true. This is from an American standpoint, so some of the situations may not happen the same way they might in Korea. I make no money from the writing of this fictional work.

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Seung Hyun didn’t text that night. But the night after, at three in the morning, you received a message…

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Another Child

@caretaker-au Happy Birthday, Chara!

I tiptoed into the dark room, careful to shut the door behind me this time.

Here we go again. I almost sighed before I firmly reminded myself that I would not make a single sound.

The child on the bed was unconscious, sleeping with his pan still tightly clutched in his hand. My brows furrowed as I remembered the decision to not remove the pan from the child. Toriel and Asgore might have their reasons, but they were clearly not considering the fact that the child could wake up at any moment and attack the monsters. A frying pan is a deadly weapon, even to humans.

“But it might be very important or special to them.”

Special my a**.

The child’s neck was partially covered by his apron, which was gently removed, the little splatters of blood washed out, then just as gently replaced by Toriel earlier in the afternoon. Now, the only evidence the blood had been there at all was just a few light stains, which blended in smoothly with the rest of the stains on the apron, stubbornly refusing to be washed out.

Toriel was rather delighted when she tasted one of the redder stains and found it to be paprika, and chatted about how excited she was going to be when the child woke up, as she assumed he was an aspiring cook of some sort on the surface.

She would have kept tasting the different stains had she not replaced the apron and rushed off to look through her recipes.

I carefully slid the apron down so I could see their small neck properly. Shouldn’t be too much of a problem.

My arm jabbed the air towards his throat, but I was startled by a quick beeping sound.

I looked toward the heart monitor to find his heart was beating faster and faster, and the child sat up with a start…right into my outstretched hand.

Two souls, one red, one purple, flickered as the room turned black and white.

I closed my hand around his neck and he started flailing his arms, dropping his pan.

A purple soul.

I wrinkled my nose in disgust. I didn’t really like purple, mostly because purple souls were just so stubborn and would not die. I felt anger rising in me just thinking about it.

But I shrugged. I wasn’t going to be picky. We have a plan, and nothing is going to stop it

He tried to gasp out words as I tightened my grip. “Plea…ont…promi…I can”

We locked eyes and I was startled by the utter terror in his eyes. I would have expected fear there, as he was about to die, but not this… I knew the expression. I wore it more often than I would have liked to on the surface.

I felt a small stab of guilt realizing that this was not the first time the child had nearly died to strangling.

As I was thinking about this, he struggled free and grabbed his pan, pointing it at me, his expression of blatant terror creasing into fear.

“P-please don’t, I promise I can keep trying, please, I promise I-I can do it! I promise I can be just like, like-” he sputtered, starting to cry.

I tried to calm him down. “Stop, listen, I’m not going to hurt you,” I lied, softening my voice. I couldn’t take care of him while he was flailing. I needed him to be calmer.

Confusion mixed with hope flickered in his eyes. He relaxed a bit but kept the pan pointed at me. “I can…keep trying…”

Hmm… “Listen, you need to calm down.” I analyzed his responses to my actions, further concluding that that this was linked to a previous beating. “You can…stop trying?”

His eyes welled up even more when I said that, and his arms wavered. “I… I can…”

I put my hand on the pan and pushed it away softly. He didn’t protest. “You don’t have to keep trying.” I was still unsure what he meant by ‘trying,’ but it seemed to calm him.

He sobbed, “I…don’t…don’t…?”

My eyes were drawn to his soul. A crack had appeared in the purple heart.

Is he…dying?

I watched it intently as it proceeded to shatter.

A smaller, green heart floated in its place.

It disappeared and the room bled into color once again. I was vaguely aware of the slowing beeps from the heart monitor.

The child rushed forward and wrapped his arms around me before I could jump back from the sudden movement. He buried his face in my single-striped shirt, sobbing into it. “I…don’t…have…to…to be…” he sighed, content, murmuring words, some to quiet for me to hear…

“I ‘ m  s o  g l a d  I  h a v e n ‘ t  l o s t  m y s e l f  y e t …”

What seemed like an eternity passed. It was even longer with my soaked shirt pressed onto my skin by the boy.

I was startled by a long beeeeeeeeeeep. I looked over to see a straight line on the monitor. The child had long since stopped moving. 

My eyes drifted back to the boy, and I watched as his soul drifted out of his back, the soft green glow illuminating the dark room, warmer than any purple light. Strangely enough, everything seemed softer in the green light, and more…friendly? I wasn’t sure how to describe it.

I cupped the soul in one hand and laid the child back on the bed in his original sleeping position.

I didn’t waste a moment burying the pan the child held deep into the trash can, knowing that this was the most inconspicuous way to get rid of any memory left of the boy, other than what I needed. The pan, along with the rest of the trash in the can, would be left to rot in the Waterfall Dump, lost among the rest of the useless garbage there. I internally congratulated myself for coming up with such a genius plan before realizing I was still standing in a (not so dark now, I realized) and lifeless room.

I looked back coldly at the boy on the bed. Exactly as it should be.

Breathing a sigh of relief, I turned around.

Even Gaster’s enormous canine skull seemed if not just a little less intimidating in the soul’s light, I observed.

“Hello, Chara. I see you have gotten your hands on a soul tonight.” The white pinpricks of his eyes slid downward. “Oh, what is that heart in your hand?”

I said nothing, unwilling to look at him anymore or even acknowledge his attempt at a joke.

He reached out his hand. Shifting the soul to my left hand, I took it.

A flash of light blue, then black.

secrets of the ostentatious | final

pairing: junmyeon x reader, chanyeol x reader
genre: sugar daddy!au, angst, fluff
summary: money, diamonds, gowns, were they really worth it when they served as a facade to the strict system corrupted by secrets and lies?

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A/N: its kinda really jumpy, i hope you all @ me for this :))))) no one is being put out of their misery even if it is the end NOT PROOFREAD idk why i even say that everyone knows it at this point

Originally posted by daenso

Forcing the door open, Junmyeon jumped out and ran the short distance to your stumbling figure. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you away from the chaos ensuing inside the building. Screams of fear erupted which he assumed was people finally realising the once safe building was littered by men who didn’t fear anyone.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. Let’s get you out of here,” His voice was soft, shaking with sheer panic. Your breathing was uneven, shallow. Everything seemed to be a blur, a lie. The weight of your body seemed too much frail knees but with each wavering step, Junmyeon caught you. Keeping you safe.

Whispering words of comfort, he opened the car door. Placing his hand over your head, he slowly guided you in before moving around your body to pull at your seatbelt. His cologne surrounded you, your frequent breaths forcing it into your airway. Memories of the last time you had been this close slowly pushed their way to your mind. What if he didn’t end things. Would Chanyeol still be alive? 

You felt too numb to even cry. Too numb to feel the burning pain surrounding your heavy heart.

Junmyeon closed your door. Walking around to the other side he muttered words of frustration to himself. His tie suddenly felt constricting and once he sat in his seat and closed the door, he pulled at it roughly in anger.

He wouldn’t have forgiven himself if something had happened to you.


You silently followed Junmyeon through the doorway and into his large apartment. Blindly you stayed close to his back

Who knew a person so empty could feel so heavy. You didn’t know what to think or to feel. You felt as if your mind was burning from a vast array of thoughts and questions. There was too much to ask about, too much to feel, too much to understand but in this moment all you needed was comfort. Your only desire was to be wrapped in warm arms and taken away from this draining nightmare. 

Hurried footsteps added to the sound of yours and Junmyeon’s before they shifted to a stop. Junmyeon kept walking with his head hung low.

“Thank God, she’s safe.” A relieved voice spoke.

Your stinging, red eyes immediately found the source of the voice.

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Better When It Feels Wrong - Void!Stiles [Smut]

Author: @writing-obrien

Characters: Void!Stiles/Reader, Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Malia Tate, Allison Argent, Kira Yukimura, Isaac Lahey.

Word Count: 4349

Notes: Fingering, Oral (male receiving), sexual manipulation, mind invasion, rough, hair-pulling, hallucinations. This was requested a little while ago, here it finally is. 


Originally posted by teenwolf--imagines


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