keep you head up and you heart strong

Alley Talk

Originally posted by starkscopilot

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Fandom: MCU, Daredevil

Characters: Matt Murdock

Pairing: Reader X Matt Murdock

Notes/Warnings: violence, injury

Word count: 1.630

Imagine: Imagine meeting Daredevil one night and helping him. You two end up talking and you tell him you have a crush on your colleague, Matt Murdock.  [x]

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seleneremusravenclaw  asked:

'Was this just like a game to you?' + 'get out of my sight' for iwaoi?

Tooru’s exhausted, heading home after his latest volleyball game. He can feel it seeping into his bones, and he’s longing for a hot shower and a nice long rest in bed.

He isn’t expecting to walk up the sidewalk to his apartment and see Hajime sitting on the stairs, hands pressed together, expression tight.

He’s happy to see his boyfriend, and a smile brightens his features.

“Hajime-”

“Was this just a game to you?” Hajime’s voice is low, and shaky. Tooru’s never heard him talk like this before, the hurt in his voice cutting through Tooru like a knife, completely cutting off what he wanted to say.

Tooru freezes, still in front of the steps. He drops his bag to his feet. All of the excitement he had felt about coming home, seeing Hajime, fizzles away, leaving acid in his stomach. No, no, of course not-

I saw your interview,” Hajime cuts in, closing his eyes, and inhaling sharply. He looks pained, and Tooru can see how hard he’s clenching his hands into fists. How hard he’s shaking. No, this isn’t right-

“No, I’m not involved with anyone,”  Hajime repeats, the exact lines from Tooru’s interview that had ended just hours prior. Tooru can feel the bile building up in his throat. This is wrong-

“No, Hajime-”

“Seriously?” He stands, voice raising. “I-I know that we talked about it, and decided that we’d keep all this quiet… for your career - a gay pro athlete would cause a stir… and you can’t do that, and I get it, I really get it, but…” He lets out a frustrated groan, covering his face with his hands. “But, fuck - you pretending, so easily-”

Tooru pales, “It wasn’t easy-”

“That we haven’t been together for the past five years? I… I didn’t expect it to hurt so badly.” Hajime sighs, and he sounds.. defeated.

Broken.

And, god - Tooru caused that.

Tooru swallows, biting back tears. He takes a step closer, reaching desperately for Hajime - he needs to explain this, fix this, now. He touches his face, fingers pressing familiarly against his cheeks and jaw, but Hajime does… nothing.

He doesn’t lean into him. He doesn’t push him away. He just doesn’t react.

Somehow, that’s even worse.

Tooru drops his hands to his sides, fingernails digging into his palms. He feels blood pearl around each finger, and it only pushes him to press harder. They’d talked about this. Hajime had promised him, he’d told him it was okay - he’d lied. “Hajime, this isn’t fair, you said it was okay-

“For fuck’s sake, we can’t even share an apartment! We’re still visiting each other every other weekend like we’re still in college. I don’t even have a key to yours. I want to be with you, Tooru. I don’t want… this. Hiding. Being too scared to be seen together too much in public. Lying to the world..” Hajime’s voice breaks, and he closes his eyes. “I’m… tired, Tooru. Tired of never feeling like we’re going anywhere. Like I’m not enough. Like… we aren’t enough for you.”

“Hajime, no… I can’t… I don’t… Please, I love you…” Tooru pleads desperately, unable to even cry, he’s too shocked. His own skin is cold as ice; Hajime finally looks at him, and his gaze feels like a needle piercing his heart.

“I don’t know if that’s enough anymore.” Hajime takes a step back and his shoulders sag. “I… I can’t do this right now. I need you out of my sight.” He shakes his head, biting back tears. Tooru chokes on a sob; Hajime doesn’t cry. “Please.”

Tooru doesn’t move. He can’t. Hajime is everything - he’s the one who lifts him up, makes him strong, keeps him safe. He’s the one who talks Tooru off the ledge when everything else seems lost, he’s the one who goes above and beyond to help him, love him-

And Tooru just unknowingly dealt his finishing blow.

It feels like time is standing still. At least that way, Tooru doesn’t have to face it - the openness, the nothingness that he can already feel ebbing in, swirling around, threatening to swallow him up. It’d be easy, just to let himself be consumed by it.

But Tooru looks up, and Hajime is still watching him. Waiting for his reaction.

So he figures out how to move his limbs again. Feels the blood start to pump back into his system, leaving him dizzy. He turns, making room for Hajime, who walks down the stairs and out of Tooru’s life.

It isn’t until Tooru walks back into his apartment that he falls to the floor, and breaks.

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It’s simple for people to misuse a heart like yours,
when they don’t see the bruises from your hands, and the torn soles of your shoes
by the time the sun goes down.
I wish I could wrap my arms tightly around your shoulders and make myself into a cage protecting your wild heart from the madness of the world, while I show you the care than humanity has been taking from you.
I wish I could make you see that you can stand on shakey ground and still feel proud of yourself.
You tend to convince yourself that you don’t deserve the kindness you bring to the world.
I’ve seen you give until you’re emptied, and then give some more.
So my dear, maybe you’re right; you’re an easy target because of your heart,
but the universe can be cruel and cold blooded,
and to a warm heart, touching it can burn.
So when you feel the pain of bodies and souls
that hurt you and your eyes are tired,
please know that your heart feels heavy
because compassion is all you’ve given, and sometimes letting go of people you’ve held and pulled so close is the hardest but only way to heal.
You don’t ask for anything, and you hold your head strong, chin up-
letting yourself forget how hard you’ve worked.
As if you believe you don’t deserve the love you give.
I can feel your sadness from miles away, and lately your heart has been keeping me awake at night
asking me why you keep it at the pit of your ribs
drowning yourself in saltwater from your eyes.
When you’re full of grace and bravery,
with too much courage to be stuck in the current of the worlds sorrows
So when I see you, I’ll wrap my arms around you.
Not to protect your big heart but,
because I know things have cut you deeper because of it.
But please know you would not be better off with a smaller or less indulgent heart
because the world would be so much emptier.
So with my arms around you,
I’ll tell you this:
No one has the ability to set fire to a soul
that is already burning so bright.
I’m so sorry that your selflessness
seems to be repaid with hurt and sorrow
but I have never seen a rainbow without rain.
And you are not blamed for the storms of others or your bad days,
my dear, you are not damaged,
you are healing and growing
from with dirt that has been left,
and you are working tediously hard,
you are going to bloom.
—  I wrote this for you, because there’s not enough poetry about friends and you’re the loveliest soul that I’ve had the pleasure to know. Keep your chin up, you’re my favourite little rain drop.
Author Gothic
  • You wonder if the tapping of your fingers on the keyboard will ever not be soothing to you. As you are overcome and your fingers start to move on their own, quickening in pace, you realize that the answer is yes
  • The words seem to glide onto the page easliy. You discover that you’re not holding a pencil. The words keep appearing
  • Somewhere at the back of your mind, an idea bubbles up. You are struck with inspiration so strong it takes your breath away. All goes black, and when you awake there are thousands of words on Microsoft Word and the cursor blinks menacingly back at you.
  • In the middle of typing, your thoughts stop, the sentences not flowing. You gasp, a sharp, cut off sound. The only word in your head is “Wordblock”. You can’t speak, except to repeat it. All other words are nonexistant. Have they ever existed? There is nothing in your word document
  • You spill your heart onto a piece of paper, late one night. The next morning when you look at it, it’s covered in blood. You rub your chest where you’d had to put your heart back inside.
  • You’ve always thought in words instead of pictures. You look at a chair, you see the word chair. You get out of bed you see the words “Beware. They’re coming.”
  • You’re English teachers always loved you. You wonder if that’s why they’re all standing outside of your house tonight. Not blinking. Not moving.
  • You have a notebook full of poetry. “No! You can’t read that!” You say quickly to someone who has grabbed it. They can’t see that you write in blood. They can’t know whose blood it is. They can’t read the words. They can’t.

anonymous asked:

Can I get McCree, Lucio, Genji, Hanzo and Reinhardt with an S/O with long hair, but it unintentionally gets cut super short in the middle of a really rough fight? Like, someone accidentally cut it in the fray and crossfire, or their s/o had to cut it themselves to get free from an enemy's hold?

Went with headcanons for this one


McCree

  • More heartbroken than you.

  • He loved playing with your long hair, raking his hands through it, even brushing and braiding it when the mood struck him

  • He’s gotten used to carrying a spare hair tie around with him and will probably keep doing it for a while until the realisation sinks in that you’re not going to need it for a while

  • Lends you his hat when your hair starts getting into your eyes but is still too short to properly tie it back

  • If you want to keep it short you’ll probably break this man’s heart for good

  • May or may not keep one of your locks in a pendant


Lúcio

  • Can’t stop petting the short fuzz

  • Seriously, his hands are on you constantly for weeks. You’re eating cereal, he’s petting your head. You’re maintaining your weapons, he’s literally in your hair, you wake up at 3am to him still brushing through it

  • He says the short hair makes you look innocent and gets a little kick out of pretending to be the strong protector for a while

  • Comes up with a book’s worth of new hairstyles for you to try out. He absolutely has a favourite barber and will introduce you to him. Your head is now a canvas for modern art.

  • Depending on how disappointed you are over the loss he may or may not cut his own hair in solidarity. For weeks his twitter is full of pictures of you both captioned in one way or another with “twinsies! <3 <3 <3”


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✧  CHVRCHES  LYRIC  PROMPTS.

just my favorite lyrics from my favorite songs by this amazing band.

GUN :

❝ You had better run from me, with everything you own. ❞
❝ Cause I am gonna come for you, with all that I have. ❞
❝ I am gonna break you down, to tiny, tiny parts. ❞
❝ I never believed but I see it now. ❞
❝ I’m learning your lesson, I’m learning your lesson. ❞
❝ Did it make you feel so clever? ❞
❝ Did you wear it on your sleeve? ❞
❝ Did you see another picture, where I was not a part? ❞
❝ There’s no other way, never run far. ❞
❝ Take a good swing at me and everything is even. ❞
❝ So finally, we agree, no place for promises here. ❞
❝ I have burned your bridges. ❞
❝ Who are you to tell me how to keep myself afloat? ❞

BROKEN BONES :

❝ Catch them and kill them, you’re only hope is evil. ❞
❝ I will not die, I will keep quiet. ❞
❝ I will hold you high above. ❞
❝ You’re on your own, wait till dawn and then go. ❞
❝ No help here from heaven. ❞
❝ You’re not as real as I am. ❞
❝ I will wake up the dark eyes. ❞
❝ I’m lying here inside your sleep. ❞
❝ Our love will never die. ❞
❝ Your weakness is clear now. ❞
❝ You are another one buried here by no one. ❞
❝ I will keep you inside with your soul live. ❞
❝ Keep your head beneath your hands. ❞

THE MOTHER WE SHARE : 

❝ Never took your side, never crossed your life. ❞
❝ I keep my whip shut tight, until you call. ❞
❝ I’m in misery where you can see as old as your omens. ❞
❝ And the mother we share will never keep your proud head from falling. ❞
❝ The way is long but you can make it easy on me. ❞
❝ In the, I’m the only one here. ❞
❝ And I will cover you, until you go. ❞
❝ Cause if I told the truth, I will always be free. ❞
❝ And keep a prize with me, until you go. ❞
❝ Into the night falls, we’re the only ones left. ❞
❝ I bet you even know, where you can go. ❞
❝ When it all fucks up, you put your head in my hands. ❞
❝ It’s a souvenir, for when you go. ❞

STRONG HAND : 

❝ Why don’t you tell me, what do you need? ❞
❝ There is a blank page for you. ❞
❝ Give me the bones of what you believe. ❞
❝ Maybe they’ll save you from me. ❞
❝ Will I be the strong hand, keep you safe? ❞
❝ Or will I break you in half? ❞
❝ And you will never be under my thumb. ❞
❝ See the way we all run, when we know it all off by heart. ❞
❝ Will we win or lose it this time? ❞
❝ When the pressure’s building for a great white hope. ❞
❝ Do you give up things that you love? ❞
❝ And the pressure’s building ‘til it takes you whole. ❞
❝ Can you go back on your own word? ❞

NIGHT SKY : 

❝ I will carry you and give you life. ❞
❝ I will cover you and show you the way. ❞
❝ It’s a sequence that you never learned. ❞
❝ It’s a lesson I will never forget. ❞
❝ I can hear you in the overtones. ❞
❝ Just an echo of the promise we made. ❞
❝ Change the future, we can travel time. ❞
❝ Or make us blind so we can never look back. ❞
❝ We can never look back. ❞
❝ I’m the night-sky, I’m the fire in your eyes. ❞
❝ And I want you, now and for all time. ❞
❝ I’m the cold heart, I’m the secret that you hide. ❞
❝ I’ll be listening until you decide. ❞

Bruised and Battered Chapter 12

Dean Winchester x Reader

1100 Words

Story Summary: Being friend with Sam and Dean Winchester had been the best part of your life. But then they were gone, and you had nothing to distract you from the physical and verbal abuse from your parents. Years pass, and your parents suddenly vanish. When Sam and Dean come help to find them, you aren’t sure what they will do when they discover your dark past.

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

“Dean, I…” You started, the words catching in your throat. With a sigh, Dean started pacing the room, running his hands through his hair.

“Y/N, just spit it out okay? Save us the trouble of having to tiptoe past each other. You made your choice, and now you have to live with it.” He yelled at you, and you flinched from the fury in his words. “You could have stayed with me, but you chose them, and the pain they continued to cause you. And I have no idea why.”

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Tickle Monster

Warnings: A bit of swearing and fluff

Request:I saw you were taking request and thought why the hell not. Jerome discovering the reader is super ticklish??? Like supper cute and dorky Jerome???

Originally posted by mystery2myself


“What happens if I win?” Jerome smiled.

“You won’t!” You smirked at him.

“Ready. Set. Go.” Jerome cackled out.

There the challenge began. See, earlier that day Jerome has bragged about you ‘not being able to ignore him’ to a few people. This of course didn’t actually offend you, but you acted like it did just to prove him wrong. The challenge: You weren’t allowed to talked or address Jerome for the rest of the day. Of course he was not about to let that happen.

Later that Day

So, you were just listening to music and cleaning up the kitchen from lunch that was incredibly awkward from all the silence. Jerome took this chance and ran with it. He slowly walked up behind you and gently breathed on the back of your neck. Not knowing who it was you jumped around and screamed.
Then slammed a hand over your mouth ‘You aren’t allowed to scold him.’ You though to yourself. Just to rub it in that he didn’t succeed, you puffed out you cheeks while holding your breath, and then shook your head.

“Damn.” Jerome whispered. “Gonna play tough are we?”

He walked away cackling, knowing that your heart was still pounding from him scaring you. You stood very still trying to catch your breath and keep strong. You couldn’t break.

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Prompt #42 “Sometimes, you fall for someone you didn’t expect but that doesn’t make it wrong”

Originally posted by nirnaetharnoediads

Written by Christina

Category: Angst with fluff. Just your usual fanfic stuff. 

Word Count: 2298

A/N: I had finals last week, so the stress was super high. Hope you all enjoy :) Feel free to message us with any feedback, requests, or comments. We love you all!

Loosely based off #42 fr this list 

Part 2 


You felt tears well in your eyes as you clenched your fists. An F. Again. And in your first class of the day! This math class was going to be the end of you. You pulled three all-nighters and spent every moment of spare time studying for the past week and a half preparing for this test. To fail was the worst feeling ever. Words couldn’t describe the anger, hurt, and disappointment that consumed every molecule of your being. You just wanted this class to end. You loathed it. The teacher sometimes tried to help you, but you were often pushed aside because “they were too busy at the moment”. You needed a tutor. And fast.

You glanced around the classroom, looking to see if anyone looked like they understood what was going on. The teacher was writing an example on the board for the class to complete. Some people were scribbling down the problem as the teacher wrote it. Some people sat back in their chairs and stared at the board, clearly lost. But there was one student with their hand raised. A boy. He sat two rows over and one seat back from you. The teacher turned around, saw the boy and called on him.

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Drabble Request - Feels Like Losing

Ok this is so fun! Thank you for the request darling anon. I don’t even care that the song-lyric rule is out the window… I need this… Also I’m, like, not even editing these, so we’ll call it even.

Prompt: Angst drabble For Bucky and he and Y/N have/ had an argumentbefore a mission and it was more his fault and she gets hurt on the field and he’s just “I fucked up man” and you take the wheel lol

Warnings: aaaangst, descriptions of death, swearing

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You’ve had this argument so many times before that it feels like a part of you now. It should hurt more than this, but it doesn’t and this is your normal. It’s always over something stupid. He brushes you off when you try to slip under his arm in front of Sam or Steve, or you laugh when he gets angry. And then he shuts down completely. He just wouldn’t talk to you. And you scream and cry, begging him to care enough to let you in, but he never does.

Wanda squeezes your hand gently as you step off the jet, she doesn’t need to look inside your head to see that you need it, it’s all over your face. You steel yourself up for the mission and take off into the field, as Steve commanded. It would be good to get your mind off of the argument. Or half an argument.

Except you couldn’t. Bucky ran past you without a word and you were too busy trying to keep your heart in place to notice the man creeping up behind you until he had already slipped a strong arm around your throat. You gasped when you felt a sharp pain in your side between your ribs and it burned with a searing hot agony when the man twisted the long jagged knife before he ripped it out of your lungs, letting you fall to the ground gasping for breath, gripping the sticky warmth spreading over your body.

Before you can even look up Bucky’s scooped you up in his strong arms, completely panicked but determined, running back to the jet. Wanda is holding off any gunfire. He’s holding your body tight against his chest on the ground of the jet but you can hardly focus, your fingers are so cold, and your throat is dry and there’s blood everywhere. 

“What the fuck were you thinking, Y/N?!” He asks, but he isn’t angry. His voice is breaking. Is he crying? “You can’t…” He stops himself, wiping a piece of hair off of your forehead, but his hand is warm and sticky. Blood.

“I was just… I was worried about you. You’re so reckless when you’re mad.” You huff out closing your eyes. You’re just so tired now, you think you’ll just rest for a minute.

“Hey, Y/N. Baby, you have to stay awake. Y/N! Hey!” You force yourself to open your eyelids slowly. It’s hard, every limb feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.

“I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry. I can’t believe I walked away from you. I fucked up. I should have been right next to you.” He’s stroking your hair.

“S'ok.” You breathe, but your whole body hurts and you’re just… so tired. You know he’s holding you close, and this is all you had wanted, to be close to him, but somehow he feels further away than he ever has.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He’s whispering over and over, clutching your hand to his lips. He’s been so stupid, pushing you away when all you ever did was try to be close to him, to care for him. But he knows it’s too late. Right now he’s losing it all.

anonymous asked:

“Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.” maybe?

I love this prompt so much omg. by @neglectedrainbow 

Jared’s hands are sweating. A lot. And maybe his entire body is, too, because what if this doesn’t work? There’s no way this is going to work. 

He continues to button and unbutton the top of his shirt, his fingers fumbling, clammy, and shaking. He exhales deeply, remembering Alana’s words of encouragement from earlier in the day. He can do this. This is fine.

Evan rounds the corner of the street, his backpack still slung around his shoulders as he slowly approaches Jared, his eyebrows furrowed. He looks around, probably wondering why in the world Jared is currently standing outside of his house, dressed in a neat blue suit and carrying a satchel on his shoulder.

Fidgeting with the straps on his bag, Evan walks over. “Jared? What’re you doing here?” Instantly, he freezes, “Not that I, like, don’t want to see you or whatever, I obviously do, just… Why?”

Jared exhales deeply, shakily motioning for Evan to put his things down. Luckily, Evan’s street is pretty much separated from the rest of society, full only with other homes holding very old people or very young people. So, thankfully, there’s no one else out on the street at four o’clock in the afternoon. They’re alone.

“Evan,” he says, and his voice wavers embarrassingly.

He clears his throat and starts over. “Evan.” He swallows. You got this, you got this. “This is the exact place where I first met you. I was like eight, I think, and you had just moved here. And your mom called up my mom and suggested that we all get together, and-and I saw you, for the first time ever, out here. And there was still a moving truck in your driveway and boxes all over your house. But I saw you, then, and I just thought…”

Jared shifts his weight from one foot to another. “Well, and I just thought, like, ‘Damn,’ to be honest. Because-because, well, I mean, because, what else would I have thought, really? You were this kid with these ridiculous green eyes who always wore these little blue sort-of button-down shirts and who just-”

He swallows again, wiping his palms on his pants nervously. “And I remember the first time I ever saw you smile, and I just thought… There’s nothing I wanted to do more, after that moment, than make you smile as much as I could, to see that smile over and over and over again.”

Jared crosses and uncrosses his arms. “I picked you up, right here, before our first date, and I’ll never forget that. You just talked and talked about all these trees and nature and I’d never seen you talk that much before.” The memories flood his mind, almost too much. “I-I could barely respond. Because the only thing that was going through my mind was…was how much I loved you. How much I love you.”

He finally looks up at Evan, having previously been too nervous to see the other boy’s reaction. But, Evan’s looking at him with those same beautiful green eyes, the edges of which are crinkled in the most dazzling smile Jared’s ever seen. It takes his breath away.

“And I, and I-I-” His words are tumbling over each other. He can’t focus, can’t take his eyes off of this beautiful person, this incredibly strong and amazing and absolutely stunning person. 

The love of his life. 

“Quit smiling at me,” he chuckles, trying to keep his heart from bursting. “I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that!”

Evan laughs, tossing his head back, and if that isn’t the most gorgeous sound that’s ever blessed this Earth. “Uh huh,” he replies, the words barely forming through his even wider grin.

Jared looks down, trying to stop the blush spreading hotly over his cheeks. “Well, I was wondering, if–you know how much I love you. So, I was wondering, I was curious, if maybe-if maybe…”

“Yeah?” Evan eggs him on, taking a step forward, gently grabbing one of Jared’s cold, shaky hands within his own, pressing a swift kiss to the back of Jared’s knuckles.

Jared stops breathing for just a moment, before coughing and trying to restart his sentence. “I was wondering if–I know this is probably really lame or whatever, but I was wondering if maybe you wanted to possibly go to prom with me?”

Immediately after the words leave Jared’s mouth, he’s being wrapped up into a gigantic hug. He thinks that Evan is saying something, but honestly his brain is too overwhelmed right now to comprehend any of it. 

Then, Evan’s kissing him softly, his hands resting gently on either side of Jared’s face, and the bag Jared was holding falls to the ground.

Slowly, Evan pulls back, resting his forehead against Jared’s, catching his breath, an uncontrollable smile spreading across his face. “Of course I’ll go with you. Of course I will.”

Jared pulls away for a second, kneeling down to grab the bag and handing it over to Evan. “I got-I got you some flowers, too.” He feels a bit like he just won the lottery. He can’t stop smiling.

Evan looks in the bag, and he seems to smile even more, a feat which Jared would’ve otherwise thought was impossible. “Meconopsis betonicifolia…” he whispers, his voice filled with awe.

Jared shrugs, like it was no big deal to find one of the most rare and complicated flowers known to humans: the blue Himalayan poppy. Evan sighs again, like he’s in a dream, “One of the only naturally blue things in the entire world.” He delicately places the flowers back into the bag, once again pressing a kiss to Jared’s lips, their hands intertwined. “Thank you.” 

He kisses Jared again, slowly, like honey. “I love you so much.”

Jared’s heart soars, because he’ll never get sick of those three little words, no matter how many times he hears them. “I love you too.”

He gets the “de-aging,” or whatever they called it. The technology here is way too ahead to be anything but the future, but a spouse? A family? That can’t be true. Howard was right when he told Tony that no one would stick around.

Tony looks around the room, and scrunches down in his chair. They keep staring at him, why are they staring? Does he have something on his face?

“Are you alright?” The blond man, Clint, asks, and Tony gives a jerky nod.

“Sure, sure. Not every day you hear that you’re actually like forty years old and have a child even though you’re only sixteen, but yeah, I’m good. I’m great.”

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Bad Girl Ch 10: Who Needs A Hug?

You guys asked for it!

“I have to call him,” I hold my hand out expectantly, Suho just stares at me, his lips in a firm line. My fingers run through my hair in frustration, “You honestly expect me to not talk to him? Are you kidding me? This whole thing is a mess, I have to talk this through with him and you have my phone so hand it over.”

“Baby,” Luhan comes up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder. “We just got you back, we don’t want you anywhere near that bastard.”

“That bastard is my fiancé until proven guilty and even if all of this was his fault that doesn’t mean I coming back. But beyond this whole mess I have other responsibilities, other people who will be worried about me,” I pause as my own words sink in. “I wonder if Jiyong told Jiho about all of this, he must be so worried, I need my phone now!”

“We need to talk,” Suho says sternly but I’m not afraid of him or little anymore, I don’t back down.

“If you don’t want to give me my phone give me any phone. I need to call Jiho and after that I need to call Jiyong to talk to him about some things.”

“Suho, just do it, she won’t give up,” Luhan sighs.

Suho hands over my phone, anger in his eyes, “Put it on speaker.”

I roll my eyes, “Fine.” I eagerly search through my phone for Jiho’s number and call him.

He answers on the second ring, “Oh my god pretty bird are you okay?”

“I’m fine Oppa, just a bit shaken up,” I admit, relaxation washes over me at the sound of his voice. I didn’t know I could miss his stability so much.

“Where are you? I’m coming to get you!”

“Like hell you are!” Suho roars making me jump away from him, right into Luhan’s arms.

The older glares daggers at him, “Suho you aren’t scaring anyone except for Jooyoung, stop it with that bull shit.”

“Is that them?” Jiho snarls.

“Oppa please stay calm,” I beg into the phone, “I need someone to be my rock right now because I can’t do this. I need you to be calm and level headed, I need you to be my voice of reason. You are always able to help me through so I need you to do that right now, please?”

He is quiet for a moment before humming a soft, “As you wish.”

“Thank you, I just wanted to tell you that I’m okay, well mostly,” My hand goes to rest on the bandage concealing the cut on my neck.

“How long are you going to be there?”

I look up at Suho and Luhan who are staring right back at me, waiting for my response as well. I shrug, “I need to talk to Jiyong before even thinking about tonight, tomorrow for sure, we still have to meet with Youngguk so I’ll message you where to pick me up before that. Is everything all set for tonight?”

“You are basically in your own hostage situation, stop thinking about other people. Hanbin and his guys will get the kid, you and I need to get you home safe, alright?”

“Okay Oppa, I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

He sighs, “I’ll be waiting, call if you need anything.”

“Of course.”

“I love you little sister,” He hums softly into the phone.

“Stop sounding so emotional you are hurting my heart,” I mimic back to him what he told me hours ago. A sad smile spreads on my face, how things have changed in such a short time, “I love you too Oppa, I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hang up and press my phone to my head for a moment, taking a few deep breaths to keep myself from crying. Be strong, you have to be strong. I can’t let them see that I’m weak, I will not let them make me small again.

“Who the hell was that?” Suho asks in a quiet, but still very upset, voice.

“Let’s wait until I call Jiyong to talk about things, I’d preferred to only get yelled at once by you today if that’s possible,” I snap back at him while I call Jiyong. I have to keep my brave face on.

“My love?” Jiyong answers hopefully.

I sigh, “Oppa.”

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you at all? There was a lot of commotion and than the line when dead, I had no idea what happened,” His voice is filled with panic. I begin to wonder if this sweet man could think of such a plan, fake my death and claim to the world that I’m a fake, could he really do that?

“I’m fine Oppa.”

“Thank God, what are they planning on doing now? Did those bastards let you go?”

“No, but you are on speaker so I would keep the trash talking to a minimum.”

He scoffs, “They wouldn’t dare hurt you.”

“But they could lock me back up and throw away the key.”

“I wouldn’t let them do that to you again.”

I take a deep breath and ask, “Oppa, could I ask you a few things? These things have been weighing a lot on my heart.”

“Of course my love, anything,” He answers eagerly.

I can barely get myself to say it, “Did you plan my kidnapping?”

“Of course not! I would never do anything to hurt you!”

“Is Jiho involved in this lie?” That seems harder to say than the first. I can’t imagine the horrible reality of Jiho being involved in this, the thought rips out my heart.

He is quiet for a moment, “He wasn’t really involved. He just doesn’t know all of it. I would like to explain that better but that would just give you more questions.”

“I really want to ask you why you lied to me. I want to know how this is connected to my kidnapping but I need to ask that to your face so I will wait.”

“How long?”

I flop to the floor on my butt and let out a heavy sigh, “I’m going to talk to these guys for awhile. We have a lot to talk about, and I told them until I know what is going on we are still engaged so please don’t worry about anything happening.”

“I trust you completely. When do you think you will be coming home?”

“I told Jiho that I would be going to my meeting tomorrow so I can come by after that so we can talk.”

“Does that mean you are sleeping there?”

“I have to talk to twelve men who were grieving over my death for a year, three of them tried to kill themselves because of it, I have a long night of talking a head of me.”

He sighs, there is a thunk and I imagine him resting his head on his desk, “I love you. I love you so much, don’t ever forget that. I will make lunch for us and we can sit down and talk, okay?”

“Okay Oppa, I’ll see you then,” I pause for a moment before I admit, “I love you too.” I hang up before he has the chance to talk me into coming home now, I know he could.

“You love him?” Suho echoes, both hurt and angry.

“I do love him, I wouldn’t be getting married to him if I didn’t love him,” I state as if it is obvious.

“What about us baby?” Luhan wonders, “Do you still love us?”

“Yes,” I sigh and begin running my hands through my hair, “Of course I love you. I’m just mad and confused… and… and I just don’t know what is going on.”

“Are you mad at us?”

“Of course I’m mad at you! But not because of this whole abandoning thing right now, I’m mad because of how all of you handled me being gone! Look at you guys, your younger brothers are a mess, why didn’t you take care of them?”

“We all had problems of our own Baby, but can I ask you something, since you still love us?”

I sigh, “What?”

“Can I hug you?” He chokes on his words as he opens his arms up to me. For a brief second I consider pushing him away and just storming out but I don’t, I can’t get myself to. I stare at him, taking in his thinner face and body, there are bags under his eyes and I can’t stop my heart from breaking. I step closer to him and wrap my arms around him, enjoying the familiar scent. “I’ve missed you so much,” His face is tucked into the crook of my neck, I can feel his tears making my skin sticky.

“Hush, Lulu, it’s okay now, I’m not dead, I’m right here,” I coo softly. I kiss the top of his head before pulling away. Suho is watching us with bloodshot eyes, he’s trying not to cry but failing. Tears start forming in my own eyes as I open my arms to him, “Come on Suho, I know you want one too.”

He doesn’t hesitate to basically tackle me to the ground, “I’m so sorry.” I lay there with my arms wrapped around his head, his weight resting on top of me, a position I’m not used to with him. He feels so small right now, so sad and weak.

“I forgive you, please stop crying,” My hand rubs his back in a soothing motion, trying to calm the normally strong man. Luhan joins us on the floor, he pulls my head into his lap and begins running his fingers through my hair as he stares down at me. We just lay there for a while enjoying the familiar feeling of each others company. I don’t know how much time has passed when someone knocks on the door. None of us respond.

“How are things going?” Kris asks as he opens the door.

“Pretty good, I guess,” I smile at him.

“Can I have a turn?” Kris comes closer and nudges Suho with his foot. I pat the younger on the back signaling him his turn is done.

Suho shakes his head and holds me tighter, “Can’t I just stay here forever?”

“There is going to be a line forming soon,” The giant whines. “I want more than five seconds with her.” Suho groans but rolls off me and glares up at the older.

“You have at most thirty seconds before someone else comes, you better hurry,” I open my arms up yet again. He eagerly joins us on the floor and takes the same position as Suho with his head on my chest. Only a moment passes before four more figures are in the door way. “Sorry, I guess it was only thirty seconds from when you walked in the door.”

He looks over his shoulder as his younger brothers before kicking the door closed. “I have twenty seconds left with you in peace.”

I chuckle but do nothing more.

“We have all night, right?” Luhan wonders.

I nod, “My meeting is at noon so Jiho will pick me up tomorrow morning around 10 since he’ll have a lot of questions himself.”

“Who is Jiho?” Suho asks.

I sigh, “Five more seconds then we can go back to the living room and I’ll explain everything that happened after I was kidnapped.”

“That’s too long,” Sehun whines from outside.

“Shut your mouth punk,” Kris growls.

I smack his back, “Don’t talk like that to your little brother. You were whining less than a minute ago.”

“Noona,” Sehun calls, “Noona.”

“I’m coming Sehunnie,” I roll Kris over so I’m on top before quickly jumping to my feet and rushing through the door, leaving the older boys dumbstruck on the floor. I pull the door open revealing Sehun, Kai, Tao, and Kyungsoo. “Lets go to the living room before the hugs start again.” I lead the group of boys back into the living room where Xiumin, Chanyeol, Chen, and Lay are all waiting. They jump to their feet at the sign of my return.  I can see the hesitance to approach me in their body language making me chuckle. I was the one who was kidnapped yet they are the ones afraid while I’ve never felt more powerful in their presence, “Who’s first?”

“Me!” Sehun picks me up and brings me to the couch. His body wraps around mine like a snake, holding me tight in his embrace.

“So everything is okay?” Chanyeol assures.

“Things aren’t okay,” I admit, “but we are going to figure it out. I am leaving tomorrow morning to talk to Jiyong but you guys have me until then to talk about everything.”

“Are you going to go back to him?” Chen squeaks.

“I need to talk to him before I decide anything fully.”

“What if it was all him?” Xiumin questions, “What if he planned all of this so he could have you all to himself? Will you come back to us?”

“I don’t know,” I snap but regret it a moment later when all of them basically deflate. “Look guys I’m sorry for snapping but you need to give me more than a few hours to deal with this news. My life was completely flipped upside down and I don’t know who I can trust right now.”

“You seem to trust that Jiho guy,” Suho points out.

“Your time is up,” Kai points out before pulling me out of the youngest’s grip and into his own.

“Who is Jiho?” The group says in a chorus.

“Jiho is my close friend and body guard. He’s like a big brother.”

Kris crinkles his nose in disgust, “Does he have anything to do with your kidnapping?”

“No!” I say firmly, both for myself and for them, “He would never do that to me. He was there when I got attacked, they knocked him out too. I trust him with my life, he is my guardian angel so leave him out of this.”

“Fine,” Kris holds his hands up in surrender.

“Let me go.”

“What do you say?”

I narrow my eyes at him, “Please.”

“Please?”

“No.”

He pouts, “You said it to Suho hyung earlier and Baekhyun hyung too.”

“I already told you I am not your little girl,” I sneer.

“Stop saying that, you are her. You are my baby!” He actually yells holding me tighter but I force my way out of his embrace onto my feet.

“I am Kim Jooyoung,” I protest, “I am the white dragon of Korea, I am not some innocent little child.”

“White dragon?” Kyungsoo questions. “The black dragon’s new partner in crime? The person who has been involved in all of those gun and drug deals, that white dragon?”

I nod, “The one and only.”

“That is impossible,” Chanyeol tries to shake the idea out of his head. “I’ve heard the white dragon is brutal, he has ordered at least a dozen gangs to be either wiped out or taken over. He has a thousand foot soldiers and Jiyong’s own personal henchmen on call. You can’t be that person, I don’t believe it.”

I roll my eyes at him, “Why does it have to a he? I’ve changed a lot in this last year, more than I ever thought possible but here I am. The technical queen to one of the biggest mafia groups in Asia.”

“How could Jiyong let you into this world? Do you have any idea how dangerous this is for you?” Suho snaps. “This will not be continuing when you come home.”

“This is our problem, right here!” I snarl back, “You guys need to stop forcing me into a bubble. Who said I was coming back here? I don’t want to go anywhere where I can’t be who I want to be.”

“And this is who you want to be?” Kai gestures to all of me.

“Damn right.”

“You don’t honestly think this is a good life for you, do you?” Sehun is completely dumbfounded by me right now.

“We just want what is best for you,” Yixing tries with a calm voice, “We want to keep you safe from all of this.”

“Too late now. I am in this, I am actually running this. Now let me tell you guys something that you need to understand. If I do come back to this house, I’m not saying I’m going to, but if I do you can’t baby me all the time. You can’t keep me locked in this house or in an office. I will come and go as I please because I will not leave my work. I worked hard to get involved in this world and I’m not leaving because you want to keep me safe. If you can’t understand that tell me now so I don’t waste my time here tonight.”

The room is dead silent.

I chuckle dryly, “Is that really such a hard limit for you? You can’t give me my freedom? I’ll give you guys some time to think on things, I’m going to give Baekhyun the same speech. Even thought he just about killed me maybe he’s calmed down enough to know if he really love me or just my little side.” I turn and take a few steps toward the doorway when someone grabs my arm.

“I love you,” Xiumin confesses. “I love you when you are little, when you are big, when you are mad, when you are happy, I love you so much it hurts. I will give you anything you want, just please don’t leave me again.”

Of course it’s him. He stares at me with that cat like eyes and I find myself smiling. I let him pull me into his arms and almost crush me in a hug. My heart flutters, I close my eyes and rest my head on his shoulder.

“I love you too.”

“Whatever you want,” Luhan sighs coming forward, “I’ll give it.” He joins in on the hug, followed by the rest of the group until I’m drowning in their embrace.

“As nice of a moment this is, I need to talk to Baekhyun too,” I feel bad breaking up the love circle but I don’t feel fair leaving Baekhyun out.

“I can go get him,” Chanyeol quickly volunteers.

I shake my head, “I need to talk to him alone especially after the whole almost killing me thing.”

They part like the red sea for me, I shuffle around the familiar home, up the stairs and down the hall until I’m standing outside his room. I can’t hear anything from the outside but I still knock.

“Just leave me to die,” He grumbles from inside. I open the door anyway and close it behind me. Baekhyun is laying in the middle of the floor with his forehead resting against the wood. He lifts his head only to bring it back down to floor with a quiet thunk. “If you are going to kill me don’t make it fast, I deserve the most painful death imaginable.” His voice is scratchy and strained from crying so much. I can see that the floor is wet from tears.

My heart cracks, “No you don’t.”

His head snaps up to look at me, “Baby?”

I consider telling him not to use my nickname but the broken look in his eyes keeps the words off my lips, replacing them with ones I didn’t want to use, “Hi Daddy.”

“Don’t call me that!” He snaps before returning to the same position, the thunk becomes louder. “I hurt you, I don’t deserve to be your daddy. You should hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. In fact, I love you.”

He shakes his head, “You love Jiyong, you should love Jiyong. He would never hurt you like I did. He protected you for a whole year until I came in and fucked everything up for you. You should just hate me.”

“Stop saying that,” I snap.

“But it’s true!” He scream back, “I ruined everything for you, you would be happy and at home with him right now if it wasn’t for me. I destroy everything! I should just die!” He slams his head down hard on the wood making me jump.

“Baekhyun stop!” I rush over to him as he continues to smack his head again and again.

“I’m sorry baby,” He cries as he keeps going.

“You are hurting yourself stop! You are going to kill yourself!”

“I deserve it!”

anonymous asked:

Hi I'm A witch that suffers from PCOS so I'm having a hard time conceiving, do you happen to know any fertility spells?

Hey There Anon,

I’m so sorry I let this sit in our inbox for a few days, but honestly, it was really hard for me to accept that this is such a problem for people.

 I can only imagine how hard it is, to see so many other people having babies and here you are still struggling.

You my dear, is a strong, incredible, and beautiful woman! I am in awe of you.

My heart goes to you, and I’m sending you good and positive energies. Please keep your head up, love! 

You’ll be blessed one day, when you least expect and maybe not the way you’d want it to be. 

Please, please, please feel free to ask me or message me personally whenever you need to vent or need more ideas!

 I’m more than willing to help you in your journey! Now, since I took up so much time just blabbering; let’s get to some ideas I’ve found and others I came up with.

Option 1: Fertility Spells and Pregnancy Spells 

I really enjoyed reading this site, purely because of the loving feeling I was getting from reading the spells. There are a lot of them here, and I thought they were very helpful with the time and effort required.

Option 2: A Fertility Spell I came up with

After researching for a few days, I quickly became irritated with dozens of sites that want you to pay over 60 bucks for a spell.

 It was obvious that these people could care less about people’s situations and just wanted to take advantage of a woman’s desire for their very own child!

So I gave up searching, I decided to make my own and pour my heart into it for you.  I really hope it helps, at the very least to give you a glimmer of hope!

Here it goes: I’ve called it : A Mother’s Wish, because I feel that some people were meant to be incredible parents and I get this feeling from you as well.

I also wanted to make this as easy and simple as possible, it could be part of a weekly routine. 


A Mother’s Wish

Green Candle ( Green is used for Fertility, Money, Luck, and Abundance)

Pink Candle ( Pink is used for Self Love, Friendship, Joy, and Harmony)

Blue Candle ( Blue is used for Meditation, Healing, Forgiveness and Inspiration)

Purple Candle ( Purple is used for canceling out negative energies, and invoking spiritual protection)

Gold Candle ( Gold is for Success, Protection, and Money)

Try to shoot for a New Moon, The New Moon means New Beginnings. 

A Plate, any plate will do. A knife, any knife will do.

2 Apples, Potable Water, Walnuts, Bananas, and or a Banana) 

Apples -  a symbol of fertility

Walnuts- Used to increase sperm count

Banana - Increases Libido

Originally posted by ethrealconsciousness

I know it’s a lot of candle colors, but I really want this to work for you.

1.

Gather the candles, burn the Gold and Purple Candles on opposite sides of the room. This will create a protected area, be sure to charge it with your intent as you continue.


2.

You two may decide which candle you hold for the remainder of the spell. Light your candle first, and allow it to burn for a few seconds before speaking:

( If you want me to decide: I’d recommend the Pink)

“ I, ( insert name here), is asking for the chance to bear and birth a healthy child.

I beg, and ask of your assistance to allow me to conceive a child. May you light guide and protect my journey, may my wish be heard and may you have mercy on an aspiring mother’s wish. ‘

Place the candle down, cut the apple in half and take a bite. ( or eat it all)

The other Apple will be an offering for the moon.


3.

 You Partner ( or you) will light the second candle of your choice, ( I’d recommend the Blue)  and allow the candle to burn for a little before speaking:

“  …

I, (insert name here), ask for your assistance, mercy, and helpful hand as I crave nothing more but a child to raise, love, and care for the rest of my life.

May you guide me, show me how to be the person I need to be, in order to follow that path. 

May your light shine over us, protect us, and allow us to start a new life. One in which we share together, and share new love. A love in which could never be compared to, and one in which we’ve never felt before. 

May our (my ) love be a guide, to allow us to conceive a healthy, beautiful child.”

Grab a Walnut  and a Banana, Eat a walnut, and slice the banana to eat a slice ( or all of it)

The other Walnuts and other Banana will be placed as an offering for the moon.


4.

Together ( of by yourself) grab the Potable water, and place under the moon light. Together, ( of by yourself) light the final candle. 

Charge the water under the moon light, and hold the candle in your hands as you both ( or yourself) whisper a silent prayer to yourselves as the water charges and the final candle burns. 

( It’s fine to get emotional, because I got emotional just writing the spell)

Once you both finish your silent prayers, be sure to both say this ( it doesn’t have to be at the same time)

‘ We ( or I) thank you for listening, for allowing us ( or I) to ask of you such an incredible task. We( of I) are grateful for your light, for the chance that you’ve given us to learn and grow.

. Here we lay offerings, and the water you charge we shall drink. With your mercy, and your lesson, we will continue our attempts of our only wish.’

5. Once finished with the spell,  allow the candles to burn for however long you’d like. 

Try to attempt to conceive a child after the spell ( or whenever you want, it’s important to feel comfortable). 

The Moon water will be for you both to drink. I highly encourage to take prenatal pills, the vitamins alone will help you be more fertile. ( I used to take them sole for growing my hair, - because my hair was a personal struggle for me)

Originally posted by thesacredmalewitch

I really hope this works, I poured my heart into this spell and please excuse any typos or grammatical errors.

 You may change the spell to fit your desires, and you’re free to change any step or any wording throughout the spell, may you happily conceive a beautiful baby. 

Added: @shibariphoenix has also informed me of a placed called World Tree Healing, and one of the women who works there does fertility magic, 

I hope this helps, I really do!

-Kinara

{Reaction} EXO as the Mafia.

Note: Ahh I love exo mafia concept! I hope you enjoy your reaction~ fighting  

Disclaimer: I don’t own the gifs/ images used. 

Main Masterlist - EXO Masterlist

Park Chanyeol

Originally posted by fyeah-chanyeol

It’s no game when it comes down to what Chanyeol wants. If he wants something, he’s going to get it, end of story. He’s not used to a challenge, nor is he used to refusal. He’s an important man, and is known widely for his sinful work, he’s feared by a lot of dangerous people. He’s not the leader of EXO K’s mafia group, but he’s certainly not one to be underestimated either. He’s been known to assassinate people in very gruesome ways, and has been known to make some of the biggest drug deals to date. Like I said, he’s not a man to be messed with. But when he met you for the first time, that all changed. You were sweet, innocent, and had no knowledge of this underground mafia cooperation. So when Chanyeol came up to you with his smirking lips, he was taken aback when you refused him of a date. Since then, you’ve been the only one to challenge him mentally, the only one that he really wants but can’t have. You knew he was confident and cocky, and that’s what repelled you the most. He knows he’s attractive, and he knows that he can win over pretty much any girl that the wants, and that’s what you also disliked. But when you realise that deep down his feelings are much more complex, that’s when you really start falling. Beneath his dangerous exterior, he’s lonely, and with a crush becoming so strong on you, it’s impossible for him not to be heart broken.

Chanyeol: “Ya, {y/n}! I want to go on a date tomorrow.”

{y/n}: “Aish… fine.”

Chanyeol: “But I… wait- really? Okay great, I’ll pick you up tomorrow at seven, and you better be wearing something pretty. You’re in for a treat, Jagiya.”


Do Kyungsoo/ D.O.

Originally posted by wooyoung

Kyungsoo likes to keep his head away from his heart, especially when it comes to emotions and feelings. He hates the complexity of falling in love, especially with the industry he’s in. the last girl he had been interested in had really just been a spy for EXO M, it’s a good thing Kyungsoo’s always been good at keeping secrets and not trusting people too easily. His job is mainly assassinations, he’s good at it, undoubtedly. His long range shots are good, but nothing compares to his short range, he’s always much more lethal with a knife. He met you for the first time when he was hiding from the police, and since then you had seemed to be pulled into the industry without really consenting to it. You’d go with him on missions, mainly to be his escape, you’d wait in the car until the deed was done and then allow him to get away from the loud sirens and red and blue flashing lights. The reason you were doing this? Well, you’d fallen in love with a killer. He’s twisted, and ruthless, and a murderer, but to you, those aren’t his only attributes. Knowing Kyungsoo, you found out about his softer side, the kindness he doesn’t show anyone else. As you’re falling further and further, you don’t realise that he’s feeling exactly the same. But naturally, the chemistry between you does change, and things start to progress. It’s a slow procedure, but it’s getting there slowly but surely.

{y/n}: “I can’t believe we just did that in there” *Blushing, referring to the inappropriate activities you and Kyungsoo had just done inside what was about to be a crime scene. The two of you had just escaped before the police came flooding in.*

Kyungsoo: “That’s the life, babygirl.” *Places his hand on your thigh as you drive away. Is ready for a round two in the car tbh*


Byun Baekhyun

Originally posted by lifemindwalker88

Baekhyun may look like you’re average man, attractive and full of himself. But deep down, this man is much more complex being, and lives a very dangerous life selling drugs and making deals. Baekhyun has always been more of a lone wolf when it comes to his work, and even though he’s more than confident around others and constantly joking, he’s probably the most alone. People say that comedians are often the saddest people, and that’s something Baekhyun could relate to before he met you. He met you on a drug deal. He was selling to your then boyfriend, but couldn’t help but get involved after your boyfriend hit you. Needless to say, Baekhyun pounded the hell out of that bastard before making sure you were alright. Since then, your romance had blossomed, and Baekhyun will forever love you from that moment on.

Baekhyun: “I’m going out now, jagiya. I’ll be home soon.”

{y/n}: “Don’t be reckless…”

Baekhyun: “I won’t be, not when I know what’s waiting for me back home.” *kisses your cheek goodbye.*


Oh Sehun

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion

You had been in the industry yourself for quite some years now, that was how you had come to know Oh Sehun. Like you, he was the master of taking down enemies. You had never worked in coalition with EXO, but you had never given them a reason to hate you either. It wasn’t until your own gang was wiped out by EXO M that you had seeked help from EXO K. Ever since you stepped foot in their hide out, you had been instantly drawn to Sehun. Familiarity, you supposed. Either way, you told them how you wanted to plot against EXO M, and they didn’t need much persuading to agree. You and Sehun spent a lot of time in the shooting range, practicing shots and helping each other out with personal training and combat. You realised Sehun was in love with you when he finally brought up the topic.

{y/n}: *Shoots the target perfectly.*

Sehun: “God, I love you.”

{y/n}: “Hm?”


Zhang Yixing/ Lay

Originally posted by ethereal-baek

The name ‘Lay’ is very well known amongst dangerous people. He’s known to be malicious, and there are people that have gone to see him, and never made it back out. Officially, his job is to get information out of people and steal their secrets. If they don’t tell him, there’s a high chance he’ll steal their life. You are a regular bartender, completely innocent. But that was before you had a run in with EXO K’s Oh Sehun. He came stumbling into your bar one night, drunk and off his mind. He told you a lot of information from his drunken state before rolling out again. Somehow, Yixing found out, and that’s when he came pounding on your front door. Except, he didn’t pound. No, Yixing is much more agile in his movements. He’s quiet and quick. Gets to the point. Somehow that makes him much scarier. But from the moment he met you, it was obvious he never had the intention to hurt you, in fact, he seemed almost interested. The way he scanned over your face and body, watching you as if you were a rare species in a zoo. You told him everything, fearing your life until you were knocked out cold. When you finally woke, you found yourself in a dark room, your surroundings foreign.

{y/n}: “W-where are we? Why did you take me? I told you everything I know…”

Yixing: “Yes, you did. Good girl. But now I’ve met you, I’m not sure I’m ready to let you walk away just yet.” *Presses a kiss to your cheek.*


Kim Jongdae/ Chen

Originally posted by beastdw

You and Jongdae had been friends since childhood. You’d grown up loving each other, sticking by each others side through everything. Everything would be perfect if it didn’t come to the fact that you just grew up in the wrong place, by the wrong people. Your parents before you had been in the drug dealing industry, and you carried on their legacy. But like everything else, you did it together. You both joined EXO M in your activities and worked together in dealing drugs. You’ve both been close to getting in trouble a lot, but you always manage to pull through.

Jongdae: “You scared me, I thought you’d been caught.” *Brushes a piece of hair away from your face.*

{y/n}: “As if… you can’t get rid of me that easily Kim Jongdae.”

Jongdae: “Never leave me…” *Pulls you into a hug.*


Kim Minseok/ Xiumin

Originally posted by xiutiepie

You’ve seen Kim Minseok a few times in your life. Mainly in the coffee shop where you work. He comes in a lot and always orders the same. A coffee, black. He always seems to look devilish. Maybe it’s the constant smirk he wears, or the expensive leather jackets and the ripped jeans. He must be minted, because he strolls into the coffee shop wearing different designer clothing every time. You didn’t talk a lot to Minseok, it was usually small talk, he was extremely secretive about his life, and he seemed to be very good at discretely changing the question, and manipulating what information he gave out and received. By the end of the first month of Minseok coming in, he already knew about your arsehole of an ex boyfriend that kept trying to win you back after cheating, how your car had broken down and cost a hell of a lot of money to repair, and about how you absolutely hated your boss. Yet you knew next to nothing about him. He works (you don’t know where), he has a lot of friends (you don’t know who), and he has a lot of money (you don’t know how.) It’s all small details, a sneak peak. He seemed nice enough, though strangely secretive. But it all made sense when he finally revealed his mafia life with your head at gun point.

Minseok: “I don’t want you to leave me.”

{y/n}: “B-but I…”

Minseok: “You’re always saying that you hate your boring life. So why don’t you let me spice it up baby?” *Smirks at you and bites his lip in that irresistible way.”


Huang Zitao/ Tao

Originally posted by czarnybilly

Tao is a previous member of EXO M. He used to work as Kris’ right hand man, since he was the strongest when it came to combat and fighting. But after a huge clash, Tao found him and Kris falling apart altogether. He didn’t have much in life left for him now he had been released of his duty of EXO M. He couldn’t complain too much, he was lucky to still have his life. The only thing he did take away with him was you. Without you, he might as well be dead.

Tao: “You’re my better half. Please don’t leave me.”


Kim Junmyeon/ Suho

Originally posted by oh-prankster

Junmyeon has a very important job in the Mafia. Looking after the whole of EXO M. he’s a very smart man, very cunning, and isn’t denied of anything that he wants. That includes you. You’ve been working alongside Junmyeon since the gang started, and since then he has fallen in love with you, hopelessly. He’d always told you this, though you never really took him seriously until you tried to leave, that was when he really flipped out. That sadistic smile playing on his lips as he leant against the door, keeping it tightly shut behind him.

Junmyeon: “But Jagiya, you’re not going anywhere unless I’m coming.” *winks to make his comment more suggestive.*


Lu Han

Originally posted by derphans

Luhan is a prostitute and earns his masses amount of money in that way. He was previously a member of EXO M, but after falling out with Kris, he took his own way and left. You met Luhan at a club one night and ended up staying the night at his. After that it became a frequent string of meeting up and ‘having fun.’ But you weren’t going to stay like this for long, the platonic relationship started to bring feelings, and Luhan couldn’t stop himself from getting attached.

{y/n): “If this is just a one time thing, why are you still here?”

Luhan: “Because I don’t want to leave.”


Kim Jongin/ Kai

Originally posted by sefuns

Jongin has the job of gathering information from people, so when he finds out that your brother has hand a run in with Kim Junmyeon over a money issue, he makes his way to your house instantly to sort out the unfinished business to get the money out of your brother, or something of value to take instead if he doesn’t have it. But when he arrived and saw you, a small smirk curled on his lips cruelly.

{your brother}: “Please, take whatever you want, just don’t kill me.”

Kai: “How about I take that beautiful sister of yours…” *smirks at you.*


Wu Yifan/ Kris

Originally posted by 21ml

The leader of EXO M has been to hell and back with his members. He’s lost three, which makes him incredibly vulnerable against EXO K. He’s on edge, getting snappy and very quickly frustrated. You’ve been with Kris for a long time, but seeing im like this is heartbreaking.

{y/n}: “I just don’t know if I can do this anymore…”

Kris: *Pulls you onto his knee so you’re straddling him.* “Ah Jagiya, you’re not going anywhere.”

Last Breath- Gallaghers X Reader

A/N: Okay guys so this one is kinda sad, it was a request. I really like how this ended up so I hope you enjoy! (Btw huge shout out to @leafyimagine for helping decide how to kill the reader lmao)❤️

You and Debbie were walking to the Gallagher house from the store. You were messing around on the sidewalks, pushing each other off onto the grass every now and then, giggling like maniacs. She was basically the little sister you never had. You lifted your head up, still giggling as you checked how much further you had left to go. Less than a block.

“Do you ever just wonder?” Debbie started, looking off dramatically into the faint sunset in front of you.

“Wonder what Debs?” You laughed, slightly confused as to what she was trying to get at.

“Wonder how you got so ugly?” She turned her head smiling before letting out a loud ‘ooooooh’.

Your mouth fell open in fake shock. You stumbled a bit for dramatic affect before putting your hand over your heart. “Debbie how could you?” You gasped.

You both starting laughing, but we’re cute off by a gruff voice behind you, stopping you in your tracks.

“Give me all your money.” The man spoke in a hushed but strong voice. Fear struck through your body. Then you remembered. Debbie. You turned your head slightly so you could see her out of the corner or your eye. Your first priority was to keep her safe. You put your hands up slowly, turning around at an even slower pace.

“We don’t have any money.” You gulped, looking down to see a knife in his shaky hands. Taking note of the shaky hands you continued talking slowly. “C'mon man you don’t wanna do this.”

“Give. Me. Your. Money.” He spoke a little louder than last time, but still making sure he wasn’t heard by others.

“We don’t have any money.” You raised your voice lightly.

“I don’t believe you. Shut up keep your voice down” He lurched forward, pointing his knife at you, he turned his head to Debbie making you act out to get his attention.

“If I had money I would give it to you!” You spoke even louder.

“I said shut up!” He growled, thrusting his knife forward and into your stomach.

You let out an audible gasp followed by a choking noise. Immediately bringing your hands to your now bleeding stomachs. The mugger let out a barely audible ‘oh god’ before stumbling back and running away from you both. By now Debbie had turned around to see you slightly hunched over and holding your stomach.

“Y/n?” She sputtered out, waiting for you to turn around. You slowly turned your body to her so she could see your state. Blood. That’s all she could see, blood everywhere. Even starting to come out of your mouth. Tears instantly starting pouring from her eyes.

“Debbie,“you gasped for air.“Go get help.” You struggled out before collapsing into the ground.

Debbie turned around stumbling before making a run for it to the house. She made it there in record time. She burst through the front door, her body now wracking with sobs.

“Help!” She screamed into the house, causing everyone to come out of the kitchen in a panic. “Y/N, she was attached come on we need to go now! Get Kevs keys.” She sobbed out.

Everyone started rushing out of the door, Fiona sprinting to V and Kevs house, Lip, Ian, and Carl all following Debbie back to where you were. When they got to you they all starting yelling out to you. Getting closer they realized you were laying in a puddle of something dark. Blood. Your blood. And lots of it.

“Oh my god.” The boys said in unison, instantly kneeling down on either side of you. Lip put your head in his lap while Ian was applying pressure to your wound, covering himself in your blood. Surprisingly you were still conscious, struggling, but still conscious. Carl stayed back, comforting Debbie as sobs continued to shake her body.

“I-I can’t stop the bleeding. Where the hell is Fiona!” Ian screamed, his voice cracking violently as his own tears ran down his face.

“Get her in the truck!” Fiona yelled from the car in a panic. Both Lip and Ian lifted you up, careful not to shift you too much. Fiona instantly started driving to the nearest hospital as silent tears rolled off her cheeks.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

They had gotten you to the hospital as fast as they could. Doctors and nurses immediately rushing to your aid trying to fix you in any way they could.

That was hours ago, and the large Gallagher family they had in the waiting room was beginning to grow impatient until the doctor had finally emerged from down the hallway.

“Are you Y/N’s family?” The older man asked, looking at the family in front of him.

“We’re the closest thing to it.” Fiona explained, her voice rough from all the crying.

“I understand this is a rough time for you, so I’m going to accept that. Y/N doesn’t have long. A lot of blood was lost, went into shock and can’t feel a lot anymore. Isn’t in any pain, if anything Y/N just feels numb. I suggest you say your goodbyes.” He gave a sad smile before continuing onto his next patient.

Fiona brought her hand to her mouth, shocked at the news of her best friends soon to be passing. Lip had silent tears streaming down his face as he put his arm around Fiona. Ian was sat down on a chair, shock practically written on his face. Carl was comforting Debbie as her sobs became progressively louder.

Fiona was the first one in the room, followed by the rest of the siblings; your family. You were visibly paler. You skin was lifeless along with your dry colorless lips.

“Oh, Y/N.” Fiona whispered, grabbing your hand lightly. “I’m gonna miss you and your terrible jokes.” She laughed, tears streaming down her face. Her sad smile quickly turning into a frown as realization set in. She was losing her best friend. The one she always went to when she needed help. Her sister. A soft wale escaped her lips before she bent down to kiss your forehead. Slowly backing away for the next sibling to say their goodbyes. She let your cold hand slip from hers.

Lip soon took over where Fiona left off. He also grabbed your hand just like his sister before him. “I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” He cried out. “I swear to you Y/N I will find who did this to you.” He sniffled, before bringing your hand to his lips to give it a lingering kiss. Backing away like his sister did shortly before, he gave Ian his turn.

“I know we were never really that close, but I still thought of you as my sister.” Ian choked out. Having just as hard of a time as the rest of his siblings. “Even though we weren’t that close you still helped me through everything I needed help with. A-and I’m really gonna miss you.” He was stuttering by the end. Having a hard time making words in between his cries.

Next was Carl. He didn’t show his emotions often, but it was hard not to in this situation. He was crying just about as hard as Debbie was. Yours and Carl’s friendship was the best one he had. You just got him and he always appreciated that. He started his goodbyes silently.

“You’re the closest thing I had to a best friend.” He paused, letting out a shaky breath and leaning his head on your intertwined fingers. Not wanting you cry in front of anyone he let out a quick ‘I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.“ Sucking in a breath he got up to sit in the hallway.

Last was Debbie. She gave you a single glance and that was enough to make her let out a sob. Putting a hand over her mouth she continued to sit in the chair next to your bed. Images of you covered in blood filled her mind as she looked at your pale face. The faint beeping of your heart monitor bringing her back to reality.

“You were always the person to make me happy no matter the situation, and I’ll always remember you. Your smile. Your laugh. I’ll remember you as my sister. I-”

Debbie was cut off by the sound of your heart monitor. The line went flat. She shook her head in protest, starting to cry even harder.

“No! Bring her back! You can’t do this.” She screamed, Lip grabbed her and started pulling her away as her screams of ‘No’ began to become quieter.

“She’s in a better place Debs.” Lip tried to soothe, silent tears dripping off his chin and onto the floor. You were gone. Your life was taken by a man, who didn’t know what he was doing. A man who didn’t think of the consequences. The family slowly left the hospital. Still in shock of the events that had happened that night. The thought of you being gone sinking in. And they didn’t know how to handle it.

A second chance

Word count: 3,880

Request: You have a miscarriage and Kai is devastated, spending his days crying

*gif by me

Heat filled up the room, making sweat to appear on your forehead as you started rolling on the bed from side to side, Kai sleeping close to you on the bed. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through your body, making you sit up swiftly and instantly place your hand on your stomach, hoping it would go away but as each second has passed, that same sharp pain remained in your body. You wanted to scream out loud, but you also didn’t want to wake Kai up. You bit your bottom lip hard, digging your teeth into it, but as the next wave of pain stroke through you, a louder cry has left your body. You shut your eyes and took a few quick deep breaths, trying to calm yourself down, but after a second sharp pain kicked in, tears started forming in your eyes, followed by another loud cry.

‘Kai’ you muttered, not sure if Kai has actually heard what you said, your cries covering up the words but after a few seconds, Kai’s eyes met yours, his gaze loving but once he has realized that you were in pain, a smile quickly disappeared from his face. He quickly sat up, his body filled with concern, a dash of fear in his voice.

'What’s wrong? Hey, what’s happening?’ He trailed off befuddledly, his eyes locked on your hand that has been placed on your stomach. His eyes went wide and he jumped up off the bed and walked over to your side, his hand reaching out for the light switch. Once he had turned on the light, both of your faces turning pale, tears fighting to fall down your cheeks. A blood stain has took its place underneath you, your shirt and shorts covered in blood as the pain kept kicking in.

'The baby- is it- it will be fine, won’t it?’ You stuttered, your voice cracking at almost every word as Kai stayed frozen, fear flashing across his face. He swallowed hard and finally snapped out of his thoughts, his legs carrying him into the bathroom as soon as possible. The sound of water running echoed through the room and after only a few seconds, Kai has stepped into the bedroom again, carrying a wet towel in his hands.

'Let’s get you cleaned up first and then we have to go to the hospital.’ He commanded, sounding a bit too calm and a bit too reserved, your brows furrowing in confussion.

'But- the baby, what if- wha- what if I lost our baby?’ You cried out, letting all the tears to roll down your cheeks as you burried your head in your hands, letting your cries to fill the bedroom you had shared with Kai.

'Look at me.’ He cupped your face and wiped your tears away with his thumb before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. 'The baby will be fine- the baby is fine, ok? I won’t let anything happen to our baby.’ He grabbed your arms gently and help you up, his one hand wrapping around your waist, while the other one pushed your underwear down and cleaned the blood from your lower body. Even though the pain was slightly fading away, Kai has bern treating you like you were made out of glass, but you loved that. He has always seemed like a tough man, but when he was with you, he was the nicest man you have ever met and has always taken care of you like every woman is supposed to be taken care of. 'Now, c'mon, Jo will take care of you and you will be fine.’ He trailed off and gently pulled your sweatpants on, his fingers tugging at your shirt before he took it off and handed you a clean one for you to wear. He wrapped his arm around your waist and walked slowly with you in his embrace, making sure to ask you how you felt every 2 minutes. That baby that has been in your stomach for 2 months has meant everything to you and to Kai. When you had told him that you were pregnant, he was the happiest person alive, couldn’t keep a smile off his face and by the end of the day he has kissed you at least 20 times and told you how excited he is to meet your and his first baby. It was the most heart warming moment you have ever experience in your life and the fear of losing that has scared you more than ever.

'Sweetheart, did you hear what I said?’ You snapped out of your thoughts, Kai’s words starting to make some sense and not sound like muffles. You looked towards him, his hand resting on top of yours, his thumb caressing your knuckles and that has only calmed you down a little bit.

'I’m sorry- I- I can’t stop thinking if-’

'I know, but it’s not that. You’ll see. You and the baby will be fine.’ A smile illuminated on Kai’s face, his hand gripping yours a bit tighter for a split second, but that same beautiful smile has disappeared and you could see how scared he way because, just as you, he had no idea what was going on or what was about to happen.

After a lot of test and needles, you finally had your own room, but were unable to relax. Kai has been sitting next to you the entire time, his hand tightly holding onto yours, but his leg kept boucing up and down from how nervous he was, his movements driving you a little bit crazy.

'Do you have to do that?’ You chuckled and looked down at his leg, a beautiful smile flashing across his face.

'You still hate that, don’t you? After 4 years, you still hate it.’ Kai laughed quietly and leaned down to place a kiss on your hand, next to the cannula and a poece of white tape on the back of your hand.

'I don’t hate it. It’s just really annoying.’

'You know you secretly love it.’

'Oh, shut up.’ You muttered as Kai laughed, his eyes never leaving yours, but that laugh soon doed when Jo walked into the room, carrying a chart with what it looked like were your results. You swallowed hard and felt Kai’s grip getting a little tighter on your hand.

'Jo, only good news, right?’ Kao spoke up, a dash of hope covering his face.

'I’m sorry but, unfortunately no.’ At that point, your heart skipped a beat, your hands started shaking out of nowhere.

'Wha- what do you mean?’ You managed to utter out and swallowed hard, trying to suppress your tears.

'There was a complication with your pregnancy. I can’t tell you why it happened. I know you have been taking care of yourself and that you’re careful, but something has damaged your embryo, causing it to have structural defects and that has prevented it from developing.’ Jo trailed off, but her words still seemed like a big nothing and even thought they were pretty clear, you refused to accept what was in your mind.

'What are you- saying Jo? Is the baby- how-’ Kai kept trying to make a decent sentence, but somehow, the words kept disappearing.

'I’m afraid that you had a miscarriage. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.’ Jo said it loud and clear. Miscarriage. She leaned down and hugged you tightly, her hand rubbing your back softly before pulling away and doing the same with Kai. She has left the room, leaving you and Kai alone, silence the only thing filling up the room.

'So- um- this is- I did not expect that.’ You stuttered and smiled, trying to hide how hurt you were and how much you wanted to scream your lungs out.

'You don’t have to pretend. I know how you feel and-’

'No, no you don’t!’ You raised your voice, making Kai jump a little bit from a sudden change of pitch in your voice.

'Yes, I do.’ He came closer and sat down next to you again, his hand placed on top of yours. 'That- That was- that was my baby too- I can’t.-’ He cried out, his cries getting louder and more obvious as tears started streaming down his cheeks. He leaned down and placed his hand on your stomach, his arms lightly wrapped around you. He placed a gentle kiss on your stomach, a tear rolling down your cheek as you hated seeing Kai like that. ’Not my baby. I will always love you, little one.’ Those words broke your heart into million pieces. Even though there was nothing inside your stomach anymore, he still kept talking to it, like there was still a baby inside you. A baby that he loved with all his heart, before it has even developed properly and now it was gone. You tried to blink your tears away, but they kept forming in your eyes. You slowly reached out your hand and placed it on Kai’s head as you started caressing his hair with your soft fingers, his eyes meeting yours not long after that.

'It will be fine, Kai. I know this is hard now, but- we can get through this, ok? We can and we will.’ He kept looking at you and blinked only a couple of times, his lips parting a few times as you hoped he would finally say something, but instead of that, he pulled himself up and left the room, closing the doors behind him. You couldn’t keep your emotions to yourself anymore, as the pain was too strong, your cries filling up the room, your vision going blury because of your tears, your body feeling as if it would give up on you and as if you were going to pass out from too much sorrow in your body. You  closed your eyes and cried yourself to sleep, a beautiful moonlight the only thing that was keeping you company.


You stepped out of the bathroom and turned off the light, fixing Kai’s shirt you had on before lifting your head up and saw Kai laying on the bed, looking amazed, with a big smile plastered over his face. You couldn’t help but smile at how beautiful and happy he looked,  the same smile he had when you told him you were pregnant.

'What are we gonna name him?’ Kai spoke up and tapped a side on the bed with his hand, motioning you to sit down, his hand reaching out to you.

'Oh, so it’s a boy? Interesting.’ You uttered and tried to keep a straight face, but when you looked at Kai again, a smile easily found its way onto your face, a quiet laugh echoing through the room, slowly falling into Kai’s ears, the sound of your laugh sounding like a melody to him.

'Of course.’ He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around your body, your head resting against his strong chest. 'A strong little boy, just like his dad.’ He uttered, warming up your heart.

'I think it’s too early to think about names and we have nine months to think about that.’

'It’s never too early. Besides, if we come up with a name now, we won’t have to fight about it once the baby is born.’ He tailed off, making you pull away just enought to see his face and furrow your brows in confussion.

'Oh so you wanna fight about it?’

'Of course’ He answered it so confidently and with a straight face expression, but deep down inside you, you knew he was joking.

'Excuse me?’ A smile couldn’t be hidden from your face, but you couldn’t stop furrowing your brows, waiting for him to explain himself.

'I’m just joking! You know I would always let you pick it. Whatever you pick, I’m here for you.’ He placed a finger on your chin and turned your head a little bit as he propped himself up and kissed you slowly, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip once he pulled away.

'Even if it’s something horrible?’

'Even if it’s something awf- no, wait! I think we’re gonna have to discuss that.’ You laughed out loud and threw your head back, Kai’s hand finding its way to your stomach. He leaned down and placed a small kiss to it, his fingers gently brushing your skin.

'You’re gonna love your mommy. She can be a little bit crazy, but that’s all part of her charm.’ His lips touch your stomach once more before he lifted his body up, his face only a few inches away from yours. You smiled at him and ran your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly at the end, only the thought of how lucky you were to find such an amazing man was colliding through your mind.

'I can’t wait for us to become a family.’

'Likewise.’ You leaned in and pecked his lips softly, his arm resting around your face.

'With a little siphon running around the house.’ He went quiet for what it seemed like forever, his eyes deeply boring into yours, as he finally spoke up. 'Thank you for making me so happy. I couldn’t have imagined a better life.’

'I love you so much, Kai Parker.’

'I love you too.’ He whispered and locked his lips with yours, his thumb gently brushing your soft cheek.

Five days have passed since you came home from the hospital and you and Kai have barely spoken up to each other. It was like as if you had been ignoring one another as much as possible, afraid to talk about what has happened to yours and his baby. You have never felt more lonely in your life than you did for those past five days. Kai has kissed you every morning and asked if you were ok, prepared you a nice breakfast, just as he always did, but after that, you and him exchanged only a few words, almost as if you had ran out of subjects to talk about. You couldn’t remember when was the last time you saw Kai’s genuine smile. The one that would light up the entire room when he walked in, the one that would warm up your heart from how happy he looked. That was just one of the things you missed the most about him.

You shifted on your side of the bed and woke up, moonlight being the only thing shining through the big window. You blinked away a sudden change in contrast, adjusting your eyes to the bright rays of white coloured light. White cover slipped from your legs, exposing them to a light breeze circling around the room, making shivers roll down your spine. You looked to Kai’s side of the bed, hoping you would see how peaceful and beautiful he looked, but most of all, happy as if nothing was crashing his entire world down, but he was nowhere to be seen. You swallowed hard and tried to push away the feeling of wanting to cry as you slowly got up, letting his shirt roll down, looking more like a dress on you than a shirt. You slowly and quietly started walking towards the living room, noticing how a single light has been turned on, a shadow illuminating on the wall. You swallowed hard when you saw Kai sitting on the floor, his legs pulled all the way to his body, his back resting against the wall. You quietly stepped closer and noticed a small white unicorn in his hands, him staring down at it. He bought it when he found out you were pregnant, promising how he would keep it safe until the baby is born. It was supposed to be a first present yours and his baby was supposed to get from Kai. A lump got stuck in your throat as as much as you wanted to take a deep breath, your body didn’t let you, as if somebody has just kicked every ounce of hair from your lungs, somehow the big room you were standing in, becoming smaller. You somehow managed to gather the strenght and suppress your tears, as a quiet word slipped out od your mouth.

'Kai?’ Cracking of your voice has echoed through the room, Kai’s eyes finding yours as he wiped his tears away with the back of his hand, trying to hide his face, but the light illuminated his face, tears on his cheeks becoming more evident. 'What are you doing here in the middle of the night?’ You asked gently before sitting down on the floor next to him, placing your hand softly on his shoulder.

'Nothing.’ That was the only thing he muttered. He jolted his shoulder upwards, causing your hand to fall down next to your body, your palm resting against the wooden floor.

'Why won’t you talk to me? You know you can tell me anyt-’

'I don’t want to.’ He whispered, hiding the pain in his voice. He stood up and took a few steps forward, a stuffed unicorn still resting safely in his arms. You let your tears roll down your cheeks, your body feeling as if it was going to give up from all the sadness in pain that has taken place in your heart.

'Why not?’ You choked out, wrapping your arms around your body just like Kai used to do it. A dash of hope has traveled through your body, hoping that Kai would finally open up to you and tell you everything that has been on his mind, but he did the complete opposite. 'I just need to know one thing. Are you- Are you still with me? Because if I lose you too, I- I will never recover, I c-can’t lose you too Kai.’ Your cries started covering your words, turning them more into a muffle. He finally turned around and looked at you, a single tear rolling down his cheek. He let out a sight and looked as if he was annoyed and hurt at the same time.

'How can you even ask that? Of course I’m with you. I’m here with you until the very end!’ He uttered, raising his voice a little bit, but still not enough to scare you.

'Then why don’t you want to talk to me? Please talk to me!’ You said angrily, letting all your emotions out, sadness, anger, frustration, taking it out on Kai, which was the last thing you wanted to do but you couldn’t keep it in any longer.

'Because that won’t change anything! It will be the same as it was before.’ They way he still held the stuffed animal and the way a tear rolled down his cheek, made your heart ache and you just wanted to get close to him and wrap your arms around him.

'It won’t be the same! I thought we were supposed to be together in this, to go through these rough times together, but you left me alone in this. Left me to drown in my thoughts with no way out.’ At that moment, anger and desperation has completely taken over your body, words simply flowing out of you.

'Somehow I’m starting to think that maybe I’m not worth it. Any of this, let alone having a baby with you.’ He trailed off, his words cutting through you like glass, your brows furrowing in confussion.

'That’s what you think? That you’re not worth any of this?’

'I know it. This was my only chance to redeem myself, to give you a better life and to show you how good I am and now I screwed everything up. You probably hate me now, I know I hate myself.’ Pain was so evident in his voice and you couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes because it hurt to much to see him how hard he was on himself and the fact that he hated himself has been the final straw. You didn’t think too much, you just let your legs to guide you and in no time, you slammed your body against Kai’s, your arms wrapping around his body tightly.

'How could you possibly think that I could hate you? I love you with everything I have in me and nothing can change that.’ You sobbed into his chest, letting your tears out, staining Kai’s shirt slightly. After a few moments of his arms resting against his body, he lifted them up and put them around you, hugging you tighter that you have expected, his scent invading your nostrils as you felt your body finally relaxing, all the tension leaving your body. Just when you thought that you were done crying, when Kai wrapped his arms around you after so long, you couldn’t stop your tears from falling.

'I’m so sorry.’ He whispered, his lips placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

'You don’t have to apologize for anything. Ever. I’ve missed you so much!’ He cupped your face and lifted your chin up so your eyes could meet his, his thumb brushing away your tears gently, finally being able to feel his touch again, something that has made you feel safe and being in his arms again has made you feel like you’re home.

'I’m such an idiot. I should have never left you like that. I was supposed to be by your side.’

'You were. Just by seeing you has made me feel safe but, not being able to hug you has been a complete torture for me.’

'I love you so much, I- I can’t-’ he locked his lips with yours, falling into a perfect rhythm as yours and his lips fitted perfectly against one another. You chuckled into a kiss as Kai pulled away but his hands were still on your face, as id he was afraid to let you go.

'I’m sorry for not giving you a family you wanted.’

'It’s not your fault. And we can always work on another baby. I know it hurts now, but it will get better.’ He pressed his forehead on yours, his eyes closing for a few seconds.

'You’re way stronger than I thought. What did I do to deserve you?’ He pecked your lips and hugged you tightly, his arms so nicely wrapped around you. 'But, how about we stay this way for a little while. Just you and me?’

'You are ok with that?’

'I’m more than ok with that. I just want you by my side now and I’m happy. Family will come with time.’ You smiled at him as he gently picked you up, his arms holding you against his body before he placed you down on the bed and laid beside you, his arm wrapping around you. You pressed your head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both drifted off to sleep, Kai’s scent invading your nostrils. You were finally where you wanted to be the most and after everything that has happened, Kai was still there beside you, making sure you were ok and made sure that you were smiling because that’s what was making him happy and kept him going this entire time.

Here For You.

-Bobby x Reader

-Expecting parents au, fluff

-Better Together  - I had another dad!Jiwon request so I decided to make a little continuation for this piece.

-I can already imagine this fluffy ball of sunshine with his future kids. He’s honestly so caring and amazing with everyone he meets that i’d bet he’d be the dad of all dads. Also, I am so sorry this only goes up now even though you sent this in like months ago. School and work got rough and unfortunately I didn’t get a chance to do any writing the past month or two. I’m really really really sorry for putting it up so late. I hope you haven’t given up on waiting for it and that it fits your imagination. Father’s day just past and I wish all the dads out there a happy, healthy life. Shout out to all the dads that not only there for their wives and kids physically, financially but also mentally and spiritually. Again, I am so sorry for being this late and I hope you enjoy.

Originally posted by mrskimhanbin


You hiss under your breath, mutter a cuss that gets whisk away faster than your temper lately under the wing of the exhale of a sigh.

“Growing a new life is a beautiful thing my ass…”

Jiwon’s head snaps up at your mumbling of what sounding like a curse in some dead language. God knows what you’re grumbling about now as he shakes his head slightly, having already given up long ago on trying to make out anything you say in your strange trances of wandering around your humble abode all the while glaring daggers his way.

“Whose ass is beautiful baby?” He feigns ignorant anyhow, deciding to amuse himself with one of your all too frequent outburst as of late that he weirdly enough finds endearing. God knows he needs all the entertainment he could get to stay awake having to get up for the 3rd time in the mere 5 hours since you both headed to bed at midnight.

“Of course you’d pay attention to the word ‘ass’”

You drop your body onto the cold tiled floor, chest could barely keeps up with providing your body with enough oxygen to function let alone the dry heaving that sours your lips and sears your throat. Glass of water in hand, he storms into the small bathroom like, like Aquaman…. Seriously, how does this guy survive never wearing a shirt, ever, even when it’s minus 3 billion degree outside. Strong arms and familiar scent bring the comfort not even the most exorbitant of comforters and mattresses could offer as you lay your head onto his bare chest, listening to the calming beats of his heart and the rumble of a giggle from your comment.

“Jiwon, can you please put on a shirt… Looking at you make me cold.” You groan at the salvation of the clear liquid sloshing about meeting your lips, more landing on the floor than your mouth as you shiver under the night cold wind.

“You weren’t complaining about my glorious body last night, baby. And see! I told you the heated floor would be a good investment.” He retorts with all the sunshine might he could despite the graveling in his voice and the low tone of a rude awakening so early in the morning telling you otherwise.

“You say ‘glorious body’ one more time, see what happen.” Ice cold lasers shoot from your eyes as he cowers, pressing a bribing kiss onto your forehead. “Don’t make me regret moving in with you, asshole. We all know how well things turn out that night your glorious body’s decided on exercising its full potential on me.”

“You speak like you have a choice there my partner for life. The little paper in my office said you’re stuck with me in sickness or in health, poor or rich, for this eternity and all the ones after that. Plus, I clearly remember you practically screaming yes after I said let’s make a baby. Don’t act like I lured you into this.” Another searing kiss meets your pale cold skin as tender circles push life back into your frost bitten shoulders.

“I believe the correct phrasing is till death do us part and right now, it feels pretty close to death.” The shudder of another round of acid searing your internal rings through the air like the clearest of bells as you lunge forward over the porcelain bowl. It’s not so much the expelling of various digested unidentifiable content that bothers you, rather it’s the constant dry heaving that drives you insane.

“Baby… I’m sorry. I’d take it all alway if I could. I’ll be the one pregnant and you can just rest. I’m so sorry. I’m so useless… I wish there was more I could do. I just-” He whimpers, mischievousness gone as worry takes hold of his expression and it honestly hurts more than your stomach doing flips and tricks as if it’s a circus performer. Despite the constant complaining and hormone induced mood swing, you cannot be happier to be growing a family with such an incredible human being.

Jiwon had been nothing but an angel taking all the bullshit you’ve thrown his way, treating you so well you’d bet all your money the queen would be jealous. The adoration in his eyes just lulls all the turmoil of being a young parent and all the worries of all the uncertainties of the future to sleep. Sure neither of you are super young nor was this an unplanned pregnancy. Yet there was still so much… how could you put that uneasiness in words. That unsettling feeling of the what ifs sinking deep in your heart just below the elating joy of seeing that red plus sign flashing bright on the small window of the pee stick.

What if YG decide to put the boys on a 6 months world wide tour when you’re near the due date? What if you can’t be a good enough mother and a wife? What if Jiwon hates you now that you’re all bloated and waddling around like a planet with duck’s feet? Would he be happy with his wife looking less than ready for all the crazy stalker fans and the media? What if you drop your own baby right there in the delivery room? What kind of a mother would you be if child services come and whisk your little bundle of joy away then and there? God forbid something happens to your baby during the pregnancy.

So many thoughts ran through your mind that night as you laid in bed in the dark, awaiting his arrival from a long day of practice. Funny though, he had thought a serious talk was about to ensue as his eyes were met with dead silent and shadow that engulf the living room that’s usually brightly lit. He crept into the house, settling down on the bed just next to your stilled snoring body as he placed a small kiss upon your cheek.

“Hey, baby.” you remember him whispering. “Is everything alright? Do we need to talk about anything?” You can still clearly recall the trembling in his fingers as they so gently swept away your dishevel hair to read your expression.

“Yea, we do…” You mumbled sluggishly under an exhausted groan, body stretching to rid the dull aching of your joints. Then you were met with the terror in his eyes and the panic stricken man swallowed you whole in his safe embrace. He sighed heavily yet made no sound as he waited for your next word.

“I have a present for you… I wanted to wait up but I’ve been so tired lately. I guess it makes sense now why I’m so tired all the time. I’m sorry, Jiwon. I know you like it when I stay up to wait for you. You’ll understand when you see my present.” Nuzzling your face further into his chest, you gestured toward the night stand with your eyes close and body moulding against his. A sigh of perhaps relief permeated through the air as you felt his muscles flexing when he reached toward the stand to grab the small white box adorning a little bow waiting patiently all night for its owner.

“Don’t be sorry. My schedule is erratic enough, I can’t afford you risking your health staying up late for me. But… What’s the occasion, love?” He whispered, fear still rooted deep in his gentle words of uncertainty.

“Just… You know me, I’ve never liked the idea of only giving presents on certain dates. why do we need an occasion to give each other present. Why not just giving it on a random day to show that I think about you constantly.” Still refusing to meet his eyes, you let yourself slipped slowly into one of the strange drowsy trances that seemed to be the norm as of late. A swift sound of air rushing from Jiwon svelte fingers removing the bow, a gasp, and a “no fucking way” later, you were rudely awoken from your slumber with a string of wet kisses.

“You’re not joking right, baby? Like, for real. Wait I need to check the date, where’s my phone, where’s your phone, oh my god where’s a calendar when I need one. SSSHIT.” No sooner than the last cuss left his lips, he hopped off the bed lightning fast, diving for any indication of what day it was.

“Why are you looking for the calendar, silly? It’s June 19.” No chance of going back to sleep now so you might as well get up. Sitting crossed legs in the middle of the bed, you watched as he bounced around the room, the test stick still in his hand.

“Because, I need to know it’s not April’s fool. Christ, baby. For a second there, I thought you were gonna make me sign the divorce paper. Thank you. Thank you so much. I’m so happy right now I don’t even know what I’m doing. I need to call my mom. I need to call your mom. I need to call everyone’s mom.” Kisses coming from every angle, you were nearly toppled backward as he surrounded you with as much love as he could give, a bright smile never left his face.

“Jiwon…” Fond memory fading away, a ragged breath leaves your lips as you clutch tightly onto his muscular arm. “I know I complain a lot but I’m really happy we’re doing this. I can’t ask for a better husband and soon to be dad than you. You’re perfect, baby. Stop apologizing.” Pushing yourself off the cold floor now, you try your best for his sake to mask the storm inside with a smile before heading to brush your teeth.

As you glance at your own reflection, the many nights of restless sleep and early date with the toilet had really taken a toll. Your eyes had not been so sunken to the depth of the Titanic since your grad school years. Skin dull and barely much colors, you honestly couldn’t care much for make up with the sheer exhaustion from just waking up. A slight frown finds itself resting upon your lips as the pace of your toothbrush dawdles to a stop. No sooner than a long sigh begins to huff away from your nose, Jiwon already had his arms tight around your slumping frame, hands smoothing up and down against your belly.

“Baby, you know you’re the most beautiful person in this world right? I love you so much. You’re just so kind and caring sometimes I feel guilty because i could only hope I take care of you as well as you do me. You never needed to do much to your appearance, actually you need not anything at all and I fall head over heels for you every. single. damn. time. you look my way.” God the way his voice drips like honey yet there’s just that slight touch of gravel just in the back of his throat from the early hours just drives you insane. You love Bobby and his never ending charms on stage but the Jiwon that whispers in your ears late at night, reminding you of how much he loves you… That’s something you won’t ever get used to. He never fails to light that spark in your stomach, intensify the fire in your heart just with his honest confession while wrapping his arms around your body like you’re the most precious thing in the world.  

“You were always wonderful and understanding when I was anything but that just from being so stress out all the time. I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to call you my wife, to have a baby with you. Don’t you dare doubt yourself, alright?” He had been resting his head against your shoulder so peacefully up till now. With the last whisper, Jiwon presses a big kiss onto your shoulder as he always did whenever a back hug was called for after a long day of work. “I can’t wait for your tummy to get a little bigger so I can boast to everyone just how proud I am of my magnificent wife. I want everyone to know how lucky I am to have you and our baby in my life. I always hate it when the  media made it out to be that you were the lucky one, marrying some rich idol. If only they know how much you sacrifice for this dumb ass husband of yours. How much I depend on you for every little thing. How lost I would be without you. How truly lucky I was to be the one you picked out of all the bastards that pinned after you all those years ago. If only they now how stupendously, extremely infatuated I am with everything you do, everything you are. Even after all these years, I’m just as smitten with you as I was our first date. Thank you for giving up so much for me and now to give me the ultimate gift of all. I love you.” By his confession end, your mouth was rid of the minty foam and tears of pain replaced with tears of happiness as you spin around in his arms, fastening your own tight around his waist.

“How could I ever thank you enough for always being there for me. I know I raise hell and can be so goddamn unreasonable like 90% of the time yet all you do is smile. I don’t want you to think that I-I don’t want our baby, or or anything like that… I just, it’s exhausting sometimes and you know parenting class, it should help but it doesn’t and all it does is make me worry more about this and that and oh my God what if I’m a horrible mother and our baby hate me and you’ll hate me and and an-” Your frantic words were silenced with a fervid kiss. He kisses you as if you hadn’t kiss in months from the grueling tours, as if this was the long awaited kiss you shared on your first date. The kiss that sealed the deal after years of the shy two way crush burning away with passion at the realization that all along you both love each other. He kisses you and not once did his hands leave your body as the affectionately pet and caress peace back into your perturbed self.

“You talk too much sometimes, you know that? Don’t you dare start with the whole what ifs. No. We’re doing this together and sure we got a big learning curve but so what. We got family to support us. We got this babe!” Damn his eye smile and those too good for this word bunny grin. One glance at your handsome man and you already felt like all is right in the world as he effortlessly carries you back to bed. All tucked in, you breathe easy as the serene air settles over the barely lit bedroom once more. Suddenly, your nausea, the back pain, the aching joint, and the constant mood swings seem to be just a small bump in the road. None of it seems to matter much as Jiwon snuggles close into the crook of your neck, large hand protectively yet delicately places over your slowly growing belly. With a smile, you let yourself fall asleep knowing no matter what happen in the future, Jiwon will always be the foundation that get you through.

Part 2.

Jimin Reaction To You Confessing While Drunk [Angst, Smut and Fluff Versions!]

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Rap Monster ¦¦ Jin ¦¦ Suga ¦¦ J-Hope ¦¦ V ¦¦ Jungkook

The Confession

It was time for a much deserved night out with Jimin and some of the others, and you agreed to meet for pre-drinks to save on cash. Plus, it had been a while for you all since you’d gone out properly like this, so it was the ideal opportunity to settle into the whole social thing…

Let’s cut to the chase and just say you got a little bit too carried away pre-drinking through all the chatting, not quite realizing just how many vodka and lemonades you’ve had over the past hour.

It gets to this one conversation about old crushes, rating people out of 10, etc, etc, and your true feelings just come out, word after word; you can’t help yourself or stop yourself to think about what you’re doing.

“I always thought Jimin was really nice…” you tell the boys, then turning to look at Jimin affectionately. “He’s got a kind personality and looks to match… Great jaw line and cheek bones by the way… I love you Jimin…”

Angst

Jimin nervously chuckles at your words, “Hahahaha we love you too, y/n,” hoping that somehow you’ve managed to become much more drunk than he or the others… Perhaps you didn’t eat before meeting?

“N-no Jiminie… I said I love you, not them…” you tell him matter-of-factly, to which Namjoon huffs ‘Charming!’ in jest, and Taehyung holds his hand to his heart, causing Seokjin to laugh like wind-screen wipers.

This is concerning Jimin as you repeat that word, ‘love’, and he really hopes it’s the drink talking and making you extra affectionate or something… Anxiously, he plays along with the boys’ joking in the background, hoping to ease the tension he’s feeling “Awh, come on y/n, you’re breaking poor Taehyungie’s heart!” he giggles, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You place one of your shaky hands over the one Jimin has placed on your shoulder, and without needing to say anything, he can confirm you’re deadly serious just by the look in your eyes. He backs away and looks up to the first person he can make eye contact with to send a signal for help.

What is he supposed to say? You’re a great person, but he’s just never seen you as anything more than as a friend. If he doesn’t say anything at all, it’s gonna hurt, but if he speaks up, he’s gonna hurt you… There’s no win in this…

Fortunately, Namjoon catches on to the awkward vibe and insists you all head out to party now. As everyone is making their way out, Jimin looks at you and simply says “Come on, let’s have some fun tonight… Save being serious for tomorrow.”

but he hopes that you don’t mean what you said, and he hopes you forget about what just happened because he doesn’t want to face that kind of angst; it feels unnecessary.

Originally posted by sosjimin


Angst-Smut

It’s a bit of a dead night in the club, you guys unable to choose an ordinarily lively night due to your schedules. The place just isn’t crowded enough to be able to dance against people and make moves without people directly hearing …

If Jimin hates one thing when going out like this or through any endeavours at all, it’s rejection. He hates the feeling he gets when someone doesn’t find him good enough… and then just thinking about that makes him think about you confessing to him earlier. 

‘Poor y/n’ he thinks, really realizing how his response must have made you feel earlier. You seem fine now, dancing silly on the floor, but he knows you’re not really. You’re laughing extra loud at Seokjin’s dad jokes, and making up silly moves to make the others laugh, as though you’re over compensating.

The thought crosses his mind: you definitely wouldn’t reject him. AS bad as it sounds, he’s gone with blue balls for way too long now with his busy life, and… Well he knows you’re attractive, and you’re just there…

No, he shouldn’t.

Just have another drink, Jimin.

The next morning, he’s almost horrified when he finds that he’s woken up in a bed that isn’t his own…

“Oh crap!” he mumbles, burying his head in the sheets.

“I know…” you reply at the door, causing him to peak behind the covers, unknowing what expression to have on his face…

But wait, why are you agreeing with him?

“…This is a mess…” you continue. “I’m so sorry, I never should have said anything last night, and I certainly never should have gone through with…”

“I just don’t want to hurt my friend” he whimpers a tad.

Your heart drops at the use of the word ‘friend’ but you try to keep up the strong appearance.

“For the record… It was really good” you mention, raising your eyebrows suggestively before walking back out to the kitchen.

And then a figment of memory comes to him; you’re laid on the bed begging for his touch as he takes forever to undo his belt… Fuck you were beautiful… He get’s hard just thinking about it, but slides bad under the covers to try and sleep it off, hoping the guilt will just go away.

I don’t want to have been that jerk that slept with the girl that confessed to him who he didn’t love back…

Originally posted by mvssmedia


Fluff

‘Does she really think that about me?’ he wonders as you tell Jimin just some of the things you love about him, followed by those three words… but aish… did you really have to choose to confess in front of the others?… No wait, what if it’s just the drink making you like this… He has to know.

“Um guys, I think y/n might have had a few too many… So you guys go on without us and we’ll meet you in a while, yeah?” Although Jimin says this with a questioning tone, the boys can tell that it’s more of a demand. And why wouldn’t they give you two the space you needed? He blushes every time you so much as walk past him, and he thinks they haven’t seen him grinning like an idiot at his phone at like 90% of your texts to him, but he thinks wrong…

He gives it a few moments to be sure that the boys have definitely left and aren’t listening through the door before continuing the conversation with you.

“Um, y/n… You’ve had quite a few drinks, are you sure… Are you sure you know what you’re telling me?… No wait, I didn’t mean that to imply you don’t know your own mind, I’m just trying to say…”

Jimin can’t finish his sentence because he doesn’t even know where his words are going. You’ve made him too flustered with your confession and it’s almost unbelievable that you just told him you love him. But he manages to utter more words –

“Sorry, let me start again. Look, it’d be nice if you really did like me too, but I’m just concerned that you might not be so sure…”

“I’ve liked you for ages Jimin, as more than a friend” you admit. “How could one not fall for a guy like you?”

“That’s sweet of you to say, but…”

“See? You’re always so modest to… I…”

Jimin doesn’t know where this sudden confidence comes from, [probably the possibility of you falling for him being more definite now,] but he interrupts you “Forgive me if I’m reading this wrong.”

And he initiates your first kiss.

Originally posted by superficious


Fluff-Smut

You guys never catch up with the others as Jimin promised. Instead, it’s unspoken but, you want to spend time together, just the two of you, so you carry on casually drinking and talking the night away, only now more intimate with each other.

Jimin has his arm around your waist on the couch, barely able to let you out of his hold, and you’re both just generally very cosy as you recall memories, tell each other stories, and so on.

When one thing begins to lead to another, it’s not so much because either of you are just looking to fuck, but it’s the love you feel for each other that is the biggest turn on. It doesn’t matter where you are, Namjoon’s couch it just matters that you’re here together and the moment is right.

The sex with Jimin is actually really sweet; he asks you if you’re okay just to make sure you’re feeling alright, and sometimes he just stops kissing your thighs or your breasts just to go back and kiss your lips again. He worships your body and makes time for you before getting to reach his own high. 

He’s so in love with you, so as lame as it might sound, he’s going to give you the best eating out he’s ever given to anyone, and he’s going to produce the most arousing sounds as he breathes heavily near your ear… he’s not trying to hard but he’s making sure the experience is equally amazing for the both of you and is the first time of a lifetime together.

Namjoon comes back to his house just as Jimin is putting his trousers back on and you’re just about fully clothed, and he walks in on the scene like “seriously guys?” but he doesn’t mind, not really. He offers for you two to just crash at his whilst you’re here and you accept, continuing to cuddle and talk the night away, and again, it doesn’t matter that neither of you actually get to sleep because you couldn’t ask for better company.

Originally posted by jikookshandshake


Chamber of Secrets - Part 7

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: No Bucky in this one but shit’s about to hit the fan fam, also this one is a bit sad. I kept thinking about my brothers the entire time I’m writing this, I’m such a sap it’s gross. 

(The sentences in brackets are in Turkish)

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ISTANBUL, TURKEY

The constant sound of cars honking, people shouting and the thumping sound of things being moved around served as a perfect background noise, masking the racket that was Sam Wilson.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve hit that spot.” Wanda hummed as she passed Sam, who was kneeling by the kitchen counter.

“It never hurts to be careful.” He muttered as he continued to scrub the handle of the refrigerator clean.

“Why are you doing this anyway?”

“I’m wiping off any traces of us ever being here. It’s easy being you, since you just flail your arms around and things would just come to you. My fingerprints are all over this place.” He explained with a huff of annoyance.

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