kind of sobbed on the floor

i want so many pictures taken of me. i want pictures of me writing in journals. i want pictures of me reading. i want pics of me watching the sky and i want pictures of me being excited. i want pictures of me jumping up and down after hearing the best news ever and i want pictures of me having to fix my glasses. i want pictures of me with my hair being blown everywhere because of the wind and i want pictures of me so blurry that im not even sure what im doing in them. i want photos of me sitting on my bed with my phone in one hand and a cigarette in the other whilst laughing the hardest i’ve ever laughed. i want pictures of me looking out windows and pictures of me sitting on the floor with paint all over my hands in nothing but a long flannel. i want pictures of me running in all types of directions in fields. i want pictures of my facial expression the second someone calls my name. i want pictures of me dancing and jamming to music and i want photos of me when im in deep thought. i want pictures of me when im a mess and sobbing on the floor. i jus want so many pics of me doing things bc i wanna know what kind of person everyone else sees. i want to capture every raw moment.

Things Everyone Should Know About Min Yoongi

Or just reasons to love him. (From the POV of a Yoongi stan)

  • loves music
  • LYRICAL GENIUS
  • raps faster than the speed of light. hella control over his voice
  • plays the piano
  • amazing on stage; in his element
  • his mixtape saved hiphop. saved lives. saved the world goddamn Yoongi
  • AGUSTD - Intro: Dt sugA (ft. DJ Friz)                                                                        - AgustD                                                                                                      - give it to me                                                                                              -skit                                                                                                            -724148                                                                                                      -140503 at dawn                                                                                        -The Last                                                                                                    -Tony Montana (ft. Yankie)                                                                          -Interlude ; Dream, Reality                                                                          -so far away (ft. Suran) 
  • he produced the entire thing. it didn’t feel like individual tracks on an album. it felt very complete, in a way i’ve never seen before.
  • released this masterpiece to the world for free; on soundcloud, on a google drive, on mediafire, on spotify…
  • He had no problematic lyrics on his mixtape. He doesn’t imitate or glorify modern American hiphop. There are no meaningless lyrics, no misogyny, no materialism or racial slurs. Instead, he talks about himself and builds on that.
  • worked on his mixtape in between his schedule. sometimes while on the plane, sometimes while working on other music for BTS.
  • Has a polar bear protection bracelet. Really likes polar bears.
  • was the happiest person in the world when he met Kumamon it was all too adorable
  • Very socially aware. Wants to use his fame to shift people’s attention to global problems.
  • When he and Taehyung got sick and were rushed to the hospital, they ended up having to cancel the concert in Kobe. During his vacation time, he went to the stadium they were supposed to perform in by himself and wrote a post about it in the fancafe. He sat in the seats of the stadium and forced himself to imagine the fans’ emotions on the day that was supposed to be the concert. He wrote  a long apology. He felt so guilty it kept him awake every night since the incident. He didn’t know what else to do. He promised never to let the fans down again and to work harder. 
  • works from from 12 am - 6 am on music. even after a full day of training or concert preparation or filming. only to sleep for 2 or 3 hours or not at all to start the next day. sleeps whenever he gets the chance. gives the day’s events his full energy regardless. 
  • when BTS had to pack for their backpacking trip through Europe, he was the one that remembered to pack medicine and first aid supplies. he cleaned up before leaving the hotel room. helped cook. was in charge of their budget. 
  • wrote/composed/produced some of BTS’s best songs:                              -Tomorrow                                                                                                  -Nevermind                                                                                                -Intro (HYYH pt. 1)                                                                                      -Dead Leaves                                                                                            -Fun Boyz                                                                                                  -Just One Day                                                                                            -Let Me Know                                                                                              -Paldogangsan (with Hoseok & Namjoon)                                                  -Cypher pt 1, 2, & 3 (with Hoseok & Namjoon)
  • participates in the making of almost every BTS song
  • he looks gorgeous in every hair colour he’s literally so beautiful
  • once said he would sue Bighit if his hair started falling out lmao
  • his smile that shows his gums
  • laughs in 10 different ways
  • his voice sounds beautiful in Whalien52 aka one of my favourite songs
  • in the song “Move” he dedicated his section to his mom, who was sick after she gave birth to him
  • in “If I ruled the world” he dreams, if he could have anything, it would be to buy a house for his family
  • danced around his studio in the early hours of the morning when “Nevermind” was approved to be the intro of HYYH pt.2
  • really likes lamb skewers. Wants to open a lamb skewer restaurant with Jungkook
  • his only goal is to make music that gives people emotions (comfort). the root of his passion, goes back to when he started making music at the age of 13.
  • his dream was to perform at Olympic Gymnastics Arena. At the end of the concert, he looked for his parents and brother in the crowd. When he saw them, he smiled and got on the floor to do a deep bow, the kind where your forehead touches the ground. This is when he sobbed for the first time at a concert.
  • at fansigns, fans get to write them a question. “What’s more important? Face or body?” is asked a lot, not just to BTS but all Kpop groups. Yoongi is the only one that writes a third option, “Personality” and circles it and writes that it is the most important. He does this every time the question comes up.
  • When given the question, “What type of girl?” or “What type of style do you like in a girl?” He circles all of them.
  • his ideal type is someone who likes music and someone he can communicate with. there are never any other specifications.
  • when asked for the ideal weight in a girl, he writes a ridiculous number
  • when asked what age difference he would date, he wrote “81 years” lol
  • tells everyone to eat well and take care of themselves. loves his fans more than anything.
  • extremely open-minded person
  • when he and Namjoon were being disrespected by Bfree during an interview, he stayed calm and handled the situation well. Then proceeded to drAG THE HELL OUT OF HIM IN CYPHER PT. 2
  • the “S” in Suga stands for “Savage”
  • literally sarcastic all the time
  • “If we’re talking about regrets you should think of some of your past selcas” - to Jimin
  • relatable
  • king of “I meant to do that”
  • the time he and Hoseok reacted to a “Try not to laugh challenge” of their own members and Yoongi laughed so hard he choked
  • his existence is pretty much art in itself
  • the thing he does when his members are doing something embarrassing and he just curls up and covers his face
  • “Min Suga. Genius. Those two words should be enough. *shrugs*”
  • “I want to reincarnate and be a rock in my next lifetime”
  • “I’m Father Louis Williams Suga Adams the Third”
  • “I’m good at doing ugly stuff”
  • “I was destined to be taller, but there were some errors in my development.”
  • “I’d like to introduce you to my lover…this neckpillow"
  • “I’ve always wanted to nap in a different country”
  • on his first birthday after he debuted, he spent his own money to make small gifts for his fans and hand-wrote over 300 notes for the fans that were going to come to see him on his birthday. he spent a long time because he wanted to make each note different. at the event, he got embarrassed because “it’s not much but I hope you all like it”. he learned that instead of 300, 350 came and he made 50 more to send to them. 
  • the next year, he made packages again but this time with transportation cards so the fans could use them when they came to see them. hand-written letters again, signed polaroids and ordered special envelopes. 
  • gave Jimin his credit card to charge the passes with, and when Jimin jokingly said he’s going to spend his money on snacks, Yoongi unhesitatingly said “Okay”
  • he did something again this year, but just didn’t vlog about it.
  • took pictures of Jungkook at his graduation like he was a proud parent 
  • the time when he and Hoseok lost a game and didn’t get dinner. Jimin brought them a crab from their table, and Yoongi let Hoseok have it. “Seeing my dongsaeng eat makes me feel full." 
  • Bangtan love him. They say Yoongi takes care of them well, especially his dongsaengs. He’s the one that silently takes care of them all.
  • The time Yoongi took Jimin out to eat sushi, and while Jimin was tying his shoes, Yoongi paid and told him they could go. "Of course, I’m the hyung." 
  • says his members are his closest friends. says Bighit is like a family
  • when Hoseok was celebrating New Years alone in the dorms, Yoongi left his family and showed up with chicken just so Hoseok wouldn’t have to spend new years by himself
  • Maschine mk2 review what a nerd
  • that time he tried to install a music editing software and ranted for 10 years on the fancafe because technology is problematic 
  • that one time Yoongi got really passionate about coffee and said he needed 309 people to help him "catch” coffee
  • does reviews and gives insight on all of BTS’s albums
  • the time he sang his heart out with Hoseok for “I was able to eat well” and sounded terrible 
  • the time they had a high note challenge and Yoongi sang so “high” that no noise came out
  • so extra. all the time.
  • “the director said it would only take 5 minutes. It’s been exactly 4 minutes and 58 seconds" 
  • that time he had to introduce himself and pulled confetti out of his pocket and threw it over himself 
  • but also unamused
  • he is a paradox
  • “I want to go baaaaaaaack”
  • easily put in his place by Jin, his hyung. But also ignores all of his jokes.
  • cannot dance for his life (literally flailing in DOPE) but is a really good dancer (FIRE ????)
  • he just works hard
  • unhesitatingly kicked Jimin in the balls when he started dancing over his legs while he was trying to sleep. didn’t even wake up.
  • that time Taehyung was really nervous on stage and kept stuttering and messing up his words. the members laughed and poked fun at him, but Yoongi shushed them and the audience and told Taehyung to breathe and relax and start again. This time Taehyung didn’t stutter
  • literally a deadass person at the awards show until Namjoon was up next to perform and Yoongi couldn’t stop being hyped and looking for him
  • makes fun of his members all the time but always makes sure they’re comfortable
  • witty but never crude
  • says he’s not always the best at expressing himself verbally, but wants everyone to know he is always thankful
  • kindest, bravest, strongest person to ever grace this earth. blesses the lives of everyone he touches

There are certain things I didn’t include in there, because they are a part of his mixtape and I think that speaks for itself. 

To Min Yoongi, thank you. 

What You Are According to Your MBTI Type

INTJ: You are the coldest shard of ice, but also the hottest flash of lightning. You are the sofest velvet in a rose petal, and also the sharpest thorns underneath. You’re the terrifying depth to the ocean, and yet you are also the sun twinkling on the waves. You may be the sultriest summer day, but often you choose to be the quiet coldness of a winter morning. You are the calmest logic and also the roil of blood boiling under your skin. Of all these things, INTJ, you are a Paradox.

ENTJ: You are a screaming crowd, the rush of adrenaline pushing you further. The words I will not give up, a business contract with all signatures in place. You are droplets of blood-red ink, and the glint of sunlight off a reflective glass building. You are the gory beauty of a sunset before a storm, the soft certainty of a plant blooming each year. You are a mountain threatening to crumble, and a young tree that refuses to snap in the wind. You, ENTJ, are the confounding fluidity of Strength.

INTP: You are the rapid clicking of a rubix cube under clever fingers, the glint of dark steel, the soft sigh of rain on concrete. You are the flash of unexpected rage, the sound of a chair scraping against the floor as it is pushed hastily back. You are the flipping pages of a textbook, and the squint of eyebrows while reading scrawled writing. It is no wonder that you love asking questions so much, INTP, for you yourself are a Question.

ENTP: You are the flash of an old camera as a photograph is taken. You are the tinest licks of flame in a fireplace, and also the devastating blaze in a forest at the tops of the trees. You are a bright red canvas, washed over with every shade imaginable. You are the blackness of a pupil, going ever deeper in. You are the grafitti I see on street walls as I walk home at night, and the glimmer of icicles on a cold morning. You are the snapping of scissors being suddenly closed, and the sound of ripping fabric as it is pulled apart. You are the irregular motion of fingers tapping against the wooden table. You are both pleasantly warm and dangerously hot, ENTP, because you are Flame incarnate.

INFJ: I see the quiet strength in a mountain side in you, and yet I also see the dangerous temptation of a cliff face. You are the smooth rustling of a stream past rocks, but somewhere you become the roaring power of a waterfall. You are pure white sand and the burning heat on your feet from the sun; I see the softness of vanilla and also the sharpness of peppercorn in you. You are the warmth of the sun on one’s back, and the burning blaze of a desert’s surface. You are power in reserve and power in extremes, you are a dam holding back an entire lake and also the cracks threatening the stone deep beneath the surface. You are mocked as the ‘unicorn’, INFJ, but you prove yourself as something much deeper as the Moment Before a Wave Breaks.

INFP: You are the silken tinkling of water in a cave, and you are the echo of a terrified voice lost somewhere far beyond. You are gentle like a sheet of new paper, yes, but you are the stinging pain of a thousand inflicted papercuts. You are the burst of a flower blooming fast-motion on a camera, and you are the wilted petals underneath. I see the blur of water colours on the white of a desk, and also a room with no visible end or beginning. You are the sudden smile that appears for no reason, and the ugliest frown appearing like a storm. You are early mornings and quiet whispers, but most of all, you are Changes.

ENFJ: You are a mirage; the image of a shallow pool with a thousand feet of water underneath. You are dirt lining the cracks in one’s hands, and the threatening pull of mud under one’s feet. You are the purest feeling of happiness, and you are a maze with level after level. You are a bright blue shirt flipping on a clothesline in the breeze, and you are the flick of a light illuminating a dark room. You go many places and love to see new things, and that is well, for you are an Adventure.

ENFP: You of all others are a perennial favourite. You are the favourite younger sibling in a family, you are the warmth of protection glowing in one’s chest. You are waking up late on a slow day, and you are the beat of a song that plays during work. You are a child skipping rope on the sidewalk, and the wonder of a scientist testing an Element. You are pens scattered on a table in every shade of the rainbow, and the hopeless scrubbing of an eraser over paper. You are notebooks sitting in a shelf unused and half-finished art projects left for a soon-due essay. You, ENFP, are the Glow of Praise.

ISTJ: You are the crisp of white sheets being put on a bed. You are pancakes on a china plate, and black shoes polished to a shine. You are hair in graceful waves, and the graciousness of a smile. You are the furrowing brow of brewing anger, and the sudden splash of cool water on overheated skin. You are the beep of a heart monitor, and the prick of a needle on your finger. I see the quiet, far reaches of the ocean’s surface in you, and the grey shadow of sharks swimming somewhere below. You are not so easily stereotyped as boring, ISTJ; for you are Deep Water, slow to move and full of changes underneath unseen by those on the shore.

ISFJ: You are the glint of a sword being drawn free, and the warm smell of leather. You are the glossiness of a horse’s back, but also the sudden kick of fear. You are tiny smiles and curling fingers; a garden full of colourful flowers. You are the unexpected sting of poison ivy under one’s feet, and the soothing balm of chapstick over cracked, bleeding lips. You are a train rushing forwards, carrying thousands of pounds of cargo. You are the steady thrum of a heartbeat, a yellow ribbon wrapped around a present. You are still water in a vase, and the sudden frustration of broken glass and spilled liquid on the floor. Well are you called a defendor, ISFJ, because you are a Strong Wall, full of the tiny cracks that come with humanity and yet standing strong for all those who need you.

ESTJ: You are the click of an old typewriter’s keys, the soothing hum of a printer completing its task. You are a smile showing teeth, and the biting nip of the cold outside. You are the comfortable feeling of coming home, and a suitcase lying, half-packed, on the floor. You are the beautiful sound of a violin playing, and you are the sobs it so often draws out. You are an army of baked goods resting on a kitchen counter, and the smile on a child’s face. You are the secret desire for untested things, and you are a kind email directed at someone who needs it most. You are always accomplishing things, ESTJ, for you are an accomplishment yourself. Finally, you are spinning in a desk chair unobserved, for you are the Sense of Satisfaction.  

ESFJ: You are the flick of long hair over shoulders. You are gift bags resting on the floor at a party, and the sparkling bubbles of champagne. You are the terrifying shriek of a hurricane and hands wrapped around a warm mug. You are striped colours on a wall and the ticking beat of a watch on one’s wrist. A lively tune on the piano, the blur of 3D movies without glasses. You are the feeling of wandering across a busy city at night, and shaking hands gripping each other. You are as delightful to some as you are strange to others, ESFJ: you are an Unexpected Surprise.

ISTP: You are bubbles rising in a beaker, a baseball slamming into a glove. You are the curl of lazy smoke, and the sheen of sunglasses in the daytime. You are the age-old familiarity of denim, and the crisp cleanness of a white t-shirt. You are a smooth voice making love to the microphone in your hand, and the faint rasp of a speaking voice afterwards. You are a comb moving through hair over and over again, and the yawn unrestricted by a covering hand in a classroom. You are narrowed eyes moments before a game, and the passionate sting of a sudden kiss to the mouth. You and your eagerness, ISTP, are the easy impatience of a Rumbling Engine, desperate to move.

ISFP: You are paint rubbed smudged on a nose, and freckles washed over cheeks. A whisper louder than any scream could be, steam rising from a cup of hot chocolate. You are the bright green of grass in the summertime, and the wilting curl as it shies away in the Autumn. You are a picture of two lovers hugging, their faces absolutely at peace. You are the tossing of a ship in a storm, and the glint of a seashell on damp sand. You are the trusting curl of a child’s hand in your own, and the flash of pain when one bites their tongue. You are Rafflesia arnoldii and Wolffia growing together in a field, some strange combination that manages to be beautiful. You, ISFP, are the Beat of a Dragonfly’s Wings, beautiful and fragile and quick to escape.

ESTP: You are a thousand screaming voices in a stadium, and also the shaking earth underneath. You are a building standing proud and tall, full of life and energy and bustling movement. You are a fist holding the ribbon attached to a medal, and the rumbling growl of a motorcycle’s engine. You are the sting of cold air in the lungs on an early morning, and sparks crackling off a bonfire. You are a tree in the woods, being hacked to the ground, and you are a weed growing rampant in an abandoned garden. You are a force to be reckoned with, ESTP, and a formidable one at that, for you are Determination.

ESFP: You are the twirl of a new dress in the mirror, and the shredding of fabric under a foot. You are a newly polished mirror and shards of a broken glass on the floor. You are the pettiness of envy and also the beauty of magnitude, the gloss over pictures in a magazine and the sound of feet moving on a dance floor. You are the excited shout of a new discovery, and the shattering loss of a loved one. I see the allure of a late night, and the glow of string lights in you, and the rapid beat of a lunar moth’s wings. It is easy to see why you have such quickness in everything, ESFP, for you are Movement.

Anonymous said:
Could we maybe get some glimpses of the Heroes life with the Villain after their friends give them up and also after the memory wipe from a bit ago? Thank you!!!!

Anonymous said:
Do you have any prompts where the villain rules the world with the hero as a prize/pet?

Anonymous said:
Oh dang! Think I just found my new favorite thing!! Could you do some more prompts on humans being trophies or playthings or prisoners of the fairy court? Ty so much!!! 


1) “They’re lying to you,” the stranger said. Anguished. “Using you. None of it is real!”
“It’s real to me.” That was, somehow, the thing that people never got. Maybe it was all a trick, but it was a wonderful trick considering the pain these people were offering, and maybe it wasn’t a lie at all. Maybe they were the liars. The hero’s shoulders hunched and they wrapped their arms around themselves. “You should leave. I won’t say you were here.”
“I can’t leave you.” A determined set crossed their face. “Whether you like it or not - you need help.” 


2) “How long,” the villain stared out of the window. “Do you think it would take you to break if I simply left you in a cold, dark cell to rot?”
The hero’s chest tightened. 
“Humans need company,” the villain murmured. “They go a little crazy without it. You hate me so much, perhaps you’d prefer to be left on your own, hm?” The villain turned to face them, head tilted. “I always imagined that’s what death would be like. A cold, dark cell, unable to move or do anything. Trapped in your own head with no one else to guide you out of the dark places you end up in. An eternity of conscious nothingness.” They smiled. 
“You wouldn’t do that,” the hero said. “There’s no point keeping a trophy that no one can see.”
“Let’s make a bet on that, shall we?”


3) “Oh, come now, it’s a party. There’s no need to cry. Smile.” The fey turned more insistent as the tears continued. “I said smile. Stop crying and ruining the mood.”
The tears dried out, impossibly, and their lips turned up beyond their control. A forced smile. 
The fey beamed back, and patted their cheek. “Now, that’s better. Such a lovely smile and everyone’s happy.” They tugged the human up by their hand. “Dance with me.”
The fey could never bear for unhappiness in their court.


4) “You wiped my memory.”
“Yes.”
“You - you’re - you lied. How can I trust you? Believe anything you say?”
“You don’t have to believe me,” the villain said. “You simply have to look at how you feel, and know your heart to be true. I have one question to ask you, just one. Are you happy here with me?”


5) “Hey, hey, hey. Baby, what’s wrong?”
The hero shuddered from the dream - startlingly vivid. Of fighting, and faces, and the icy clench of betrayal in their chest already fading in consciousness. And yet, they couldn’t stop crying. Shoulders shaking, uncontrollable sobbing. 
The villain gathered them close, tucking the hero’s head to their chest and making soft, soothing sounds. “Bad dream, huh? It’s alright. Nothing will touch you while I have you.”


6) “Nobody touches you other than me, do you understand?” 
The hero looked at the other villain, dead on the floor. Dead before they even touched it. And they hated themselves for the flicker of gratitude, of feeling protected, when everything was all wrong and there was nothing safe in this game at all. Their villain was not kind. Only possessive. 
“Can we go home?” The villain liked it when they called it home.


7) The longer one stayed in a fairy court, the more fey their heart became and the harder it was to cling to humanity and remember the life that came before. The one I came to save is fey already, all broken-mirror eyes and flash-fire smiles. They begged to come back after the I exchanged myself to spare them - for no mortal food can satisfy, no thirst can quench, no sanity can be spared, after one enters the world of the fairies. So I suppose I’ll have to steal the heart of a fairy queen to earn my freedom instead. 

up on heaven’s boulevard

wordcount: 1965

summary: a meditation on nail polish, set march 2017.

genre: kind of thoughtful, mostly sweet.

warnings: nothing beyond mild language.

a/n: i wrote this a couple of weeks ago, and then my boy dan took a selfie and captioned it “post the nail polish fic. it’s time.” happy easter, too. (title from stars by grace potter & the nocturnals)

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Purity Ring (Grayson)

You scrolled through your phone aimlessly as Ethan and Grayson, your boyfriend, filmed what would’ve been their fifth video that day. They had a strict schedule since they had promised the fans they would be posting twice a week. Grayson was currently laughing his usual loud laugh at something Ethan was doing, knocking his concentration away from the video — this was the usual. The amount of things they had to cut out just for a seven to ten minute video would probably shock most or maybe it wouldn’t to anyone who knew them well. 

They were currently in the midst of ‘Q&A’ video and you were hoping they hadn’t included anything pertaining to your relationship with Grayson.  People had speculated that you were dating, especially when pictures leaked of the two of you on a dinner date the week prior but you had managed to keep it low-key and avoid all questions until you felt ready to let the world know.

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8

Trevor Conklin was handsome and cool. Soon after our trip, I resigned as his caregiver, but continued on as his friend. Two weeks ago, when I went to visit Trevor on his 21st birthday, I found him lying on the floor of his bedroom, finally at peace. The new caregiver, a kind woman in her 60s named Anna was sobbing. She, like me, knew just how special he was.

He was faking, of course. Anna quit the next day.

Stranger Boy - Montgomery de la Cruz x Reader

Request - “What about an imagine where the reader finds him really upset that he can’t control himself and admits he might need some help?? Love your writing!“

A/N: so i don’t know where this came from but it just happened as soon as I got that request??? And idk how I feel about it???

The halls were usually pretty quiet at this time of day. Most people had gone home, only last minute crammers and those who didn’t wish to go home, like you, remained. You’d just finished up at the library, pretending you were trying to fit any kind of information into your long term memory, but really reading whatever YA crap you could find on the shelves. Each of your feet plopped in front of the other matter-of-factly, moving as leisurely as possible. Despite hearing cleaners already at the school, you still slugged about. A distant sob-like noise from a nearby classroom alerted you. So, you being you, you decided to investigate.

The problem was, once you were there, it was already too late. In the corner of the classroom, slumped on the floor, was a crumpled looking figure, shaking with its hands held out in front. Really, you could leave. But you knew deep down that you couldn’t leave this poor person clearly in turmoil. As you edged closer you noticed the hands were bloodied. The shaking seemed to intensify the further into the room you moved. A stray floorboard creaked, and the head snapped up. The boy looked haggard, exhausted, but his youthful features lay beneath. The pretty green eyes which were now boring into you, glistened from tears that had been shed earlier on, and straight, neat eyebrows furrowed over at your presence. Despite you knowing this was probably what he looked like on a bad day, the boy was attractive. He wasn’t just ‘hot’, there was something about him which instantly drew you to him, and you just knew that you had to help him. Maybe it was fate.

Starting with a calm smile, you knelt near him, but not too close, giving him personal space.

"Hi. This is probably the most stupid question I could ask right now, but, are you okay?” You kept your voice low and gentle, despite the mental cringe at how stupid you sounded.

The boy scoffed, fuelling a pretty violent shake.
“You’re right. That’s fucking stupid.” His hands dripped a little, indicating to you that the blood must be fairly fresh.

You pulled your bag in front of you, and took out the first aid kit that you were mentally thanking your mother for making you carry.

“Do you have any allergies?” You asked, taking some antiseptic wipes. He simply shook his head, and his eyes told you that he was as grateful for the first aid kit as you were. You took one of his hands into your own, and began to gently clean it with the wipes. The boy winced at the sharp sensation and tensed underneath you, but eventually relaxed at your touch. With all the blood removed, you noticed the wounds were not as bad as they may have looked before.

“Punch a mirror or something?” You joked. He let out a short snicker, but shook his head.

“A person. And then that wall over there, a few times.” He glanced his eyes to the front of the classroom, where upon turning to face it you noticed the cracked paint and marks of blood. In the area was also a desk which had been knocked over. His jaw clenched tightly as you turned back to face him.

His silence wasn’t awkward, in fact, it was oddly comforting, and made your efforts at being a nice person a lot easier, since the human interaction was low.

After both hands were clean, you moved in with some soft bandage. You noticed him shut his eyes as you applied the bandage over his damaged knuckles.

“Looks like you throw a mean punch.” You joked again.

“Guess so.” He exhaled, head still rested on the wall behind him. The shaking you’d noticed when you’d first entered had slowed somewhat, it was still there, but much milder than previously.

“Why are you still at school?” He stayed in the same position, but he spoke almost as though he was trying to make you stay.

“Home sucks. The library here is well stocked - what can I say? What about you? Why you still here?” You edged a little closer to him, checking that your bandaging was secure.

His jaw clenched in response again. “I felt like hitting someone.” There was clear regret in his voice, and his rough words dripped with malice. You took the time while his eyes were shut to study his face more intensely. He had light freckles all over his face, clumping over his nose and under his eyes. His lashes were fairly long, and stuck together from previous tears.

The boy noticed that you had stopped and opened his eyes. Unlike ordinarily, you didn’t immediately defer your glance, but instead studied the shades and contours of his apple-green eyes. He did not avert his gaze either, studying your own eyes.

“I need help.” He stated.

“That’s why I bandaged-”

“No, serious help. There’s-” he threw his head into one hand, gripping at his forehead. You winced at how he was probably stretching his fresh wound. “There’s something really wrong with me.”

“There’s nothing *wrong* with you. It’s just a difference, and there’s nothing bad about getting support for that difference. Tell me what it is.”

“I don’t know what the fuck it is, but for some reason I trust you.” He nodded into your eyes. “It’s my temper. It blows at the smallest fuse and I end up hurting a lot of people.” He breathed.

“And walls, apparently.” You chuckled.

He snorted.

“Why am I telling you everything? Why didn’t I tell you to fuck off the minute you entered?” He wasn’t angry though, just confused.

“I’m not sure, but I’m glad you didn’t.” You risked taking his hand and gently smoothing his knuckles.

“And, even though we don’t know each other, I’m more than happy to help you find what you need to stop yourself feeling this way.”

You noticed that the shaking had completely stopped now. His eyes told yours thank you.

“I’m starting to think maybe you’re some kind of illusion here to put me on the right track.” His eyebrows furrowed again.

“Definitely real.” You squeezed his hand lightly. He squeezed back.

“You’d really help me get help? Even though we know nothing about each other?” Although you both knew the fact, the moment you had shared on this entirely random June day meant so much more to both of you.

“Help a stranger a day keeps the heartless away.”

“What’s your name?” He left his hand in yours and kept his eyes on you.

“Y/N L/N. It surprises me that I’ve never run into you before, but it is a pretty big school I guess.”

“I like your name.” He grunted as he shifted slightly.

“Thank you.” You grinned warmly.

“And I can’t thank you enough for being here and being the angel on my shoulder, letting me vent and decide what I need to do. It was something I needed to do by myself, but having you as some kind of visual representation of talking to myself was just what I needed.” He flashed a small smile, seeming to think deeply.

You smiled. “Any time.”

“My names Montgomery. Montgomery de la Cruz. But a lot of people call me Monty.”

More Like Keith

(Thank you so much @koryan13 for sending me this lovely prompt! also i suck at titles)


Lance jerked awake to Allura shaking him.

“Lance! Lance! Wake up and sparr Keith!” Lance blinked groggily, jumping as realization sank in. He had fallen asleep during training. Again. It wasn’t Lance’s fault that he hadn’t slept in days, and a growing headache pricked the back of his neck. The whole day just felt… Off.

Lance hopped to his feet and stumbled into the center of the training room, picking up a sword with a rounded tip. He slowly spun around to face his opponent, setting his body into a clumsy defensive pose.

The match was over way too fast. Keith had creamed Lance, pinning him to the floor with the fake blade poised against his neck in an instant. Lance easily accepted defeat. He felt like he was underwater, limbs not able to move properly or fast enough.

“Lance, you can do better than that! Come on!” Keith complained, nudging Lance while declaring a rematch. Lance groaned, dragging himself off the floor to see Keith already in his stance, eager to fight his rival.

The second match didn’t go much better than the first. Lance tried his hardest, but he let his guard down and Keith hit him from behind. Lance was easy prey after the blow to the head made his stabbing headache double, weakening him.

Lance could hear Shiro’s sigh, in obvious disappointment, and could tell that the leader was frowning even before Lance could bring himself to look at Shiro’s face.

“Lance, please follow me.” Shiro beckoned for Lance to follow him into the hallway, and Lance, with no other choice, stumbled drowsily after him. When they were safely in the privacy of the hall, Shiro sighed again, turning to face his teammate.

“Lance, what is up with you today?” Shiro murmured, rubbing his temples as if he had a headache. That reminded Lance of his own, which had grown from the back of his neck to his whole head, dangerously threatening to turn into a migraine.

“Lance. I asked you a question. I know something is up. Your lack of energy. I know you’d usually love the opportunity to fight Keith. So what’s up?” Lance started to wiggle anxiously. If he told Shiro that he was exhausted, Shiro would ask why, and then Lance would have to reveal that he had not slept in days, due to the horrid nightmares that nagged at him whenever he drifted off.

“I-I… don’t k-know..” Lance lied, feeling nervous sweat pricking at his forehead. Shiro gently shook his head.

“Well, I know that you won’t like me saying this but.. We can’t have this kind of behavior on the team. We’re fighting a powerful enemy, remember? Keith is a very good role model, and I would like you to try to be more like him. It would greatly improve you.” With that, Shiro turned and left to his room, for training had finished.

Lance stood there, unable to move. He felt like he had been stabbed. Shiro’s words echoed endlessly in his mind. Can’t  have this kind of behavior. Be more like him. Keith is a good role model. It would improve you. Thoughts of the 7th wheel raced into his mind.

The brunette choked on a sob, and his hand flew to his mouth as he sank down the wall, onto the floor. His legs couldn’t hold his weight up anymore, and he felt like he was going to be sick. The migraine pulsed along his hairline, reminding him that it was there.

Lance blinked rapidly, trying to hold back the tears that were gathering in his eyes, but it was no use. Lance hiccuped and closed his eyes as a tear rolled down his cheek. His breathing hitched, only allowing him to get small bouts of air before his lungs refused anything more.

Still crying, Lance started to hyperventilate. He started to hear someone coming but he was rooted to his spot, unable to do anything but cry.

The person came around the corner, freezing when they saw the sorry sight that was Lance. Through blurry eyes, Lance realized that the person was Keith. The last person Lance wanted to see.

“Lance?!” Keith said, surprised. Suddenly, Lance’s legs sprang into action, sprinting him further down the hallway to the elevator. Lance could hear Keith running after him, but Lance managed to get to the elevator a split second before Keith could jump in after him.

Lance retired to his room, and sank onto his bed. To shocked to do anything else, he sobbed into his hands.

Lance cried for a whole day, locking himself in his room. No matter how many times Hunk or Pidge would try to talk to him through his door, he wouldn’t come out. Or even speak a word to either of them.

In the night, Lance finally came out of his room when he was sure that everyone was asleep. He snuck into the training room, ceaselessly fighting through levels until the morning came. Then he slid back into his room, locking himself in once again.

Lance skipped training, and spent that time to sneak containers of goo into his room, even though he didn’t have an appetite. This is how Lance spent many days, turning it into a pattern.


Nobody on the team had seen Lance for almost a week. Hunk and Pidge paced nervously, Coran seemed a bit melancholy, Allura got harder on the rest of the Paladins, Keith had more angry outbursts, and Shiro was more quiet. Finally, at breakfast, Shiro cleared his throat.

“I’m afraid that Lance’s absence might be my fault.” Shiro said. “I told him to.. improve.. and I guess he took it a bit personally.” Shiro looked down, shamed. The rest of breakfast was filled with comfort and forgiving. Lance listened sadly from the hallway.

Eventually, the team went to the training room. To everyone’s surprise, Lance was waiting for them in the room. Hunk ran over, wrapping his friend in a huge hug. Hunk noticed that Lance was even thinner than before, making him look very fragile. More or less, training started.

Everyone was surprised by Lance’s skill. He was quick and fast, with strong hits and great defense. When training was over, Shiro made his way over to Lance and clapped his back, and leaned in to speak quietly into Lance’s ear.

“Hey, good work today. I’m glad that you took my advice. Did you train with Keith or something? Because your skill level matches his now.” Lance’s face sank. This was the last straw.

“Well, excuse me, but do I really need to be tutored by someone I don’t even like for something I can do on my own? Or do you not trust me enough to train by myself? Do I have to be watched over everywhere I go like a little kid? Oh, I know!” He spun to Allura. “You didn’t pick me for Voltron for any other reason other than to bring the others together, and so that you can form Voltron. If you don’t want me for who I am, I will leave, and you can find a better blue paladin. It won’t be hard, because I’m easy to replace.” Lance started to leave, but then remembered the container of goo that was in his coat pocket from the previous night. Lance took it out, and launched the goo at Shiro, hitting him square in the face.

With that, Lance spun on his heel and strode briskly out of the training room.

(UPDATE: PART 2 IN PROGRESS)
Softly

Reid x Reader

Ten days he’d been in intensive care and ten days you’d been by his side.

He was breathing by himself now at least, although his injuries were still incredibly severe. The combination of pain killers he was on meant that he was doped up to the eyeballs and asleep for the majority of the time. But at least he’d woken up. It had taken five whole days but he’d woken up. That was something.

You’d been at headquarters helping Penelope when the call had come in from Emily. Spencer, your colleague and boyfriend of two years… fiance really, had been shot. It had been a routine house call looking for witnesses, but they’d stumbled upon a drug den quite accidentally. Emily had been injured as well, but she was up and had been discharged. Spencer had taken the worst of it. You didn’t even listen as they listed his injuries, all you wanted was to see him. And when they’d finally let you into his room after a four hour agonising wait whilst he underwent life saving surgery, you’d been shocked. He was unconscious, looking pale and fragile in a hospital bed, tubes and IV’s streaming from his body and a breathing tube in his throat.

You’d fallen to the floor and both Derek and Aaron had needed to drag you out of the room, you clinging to your supervisor as you sobbed.

When you finally managed to compose yourself you’d been allowed back in and had taken up residence by his bed side, not moving for the next ten days.

The nurses were kind and compassionate towards you and the team kept you well supplied with clean clothes so you didn’t have to leave. You slept on a tiny cot the nurses had found and showered in the small bathroom available for families with members in critical conditions. The team took it in turns to sit with you, trying to keep you company and bringing you Spencer’s favourite books for you to read aloud to him. He may be unconscious but numerous studies had shown that he’d still be able to hear you, Spencer himself would tell you that if he’d been awake.

After five days he’d stirred and your heart had lifted. He’d coughed and spluttered as the Doctor had removed the tube from his throat, pleased that he was able to breathe by himself. Spencer had croaked out an “I love you” and had fallen quickly asleep again.

Since then he’d been in out of consciousness, holding lucid conversations with you one moment, and slurring from the morphine the next. He hated being drugged, but he had very little choice given the state he was in.

He’d had to be rushed back into surgery once more two days ago. A piece of bullet that hadn’t been removed had shifted inside of him, causing internal bleeding and a build up of fluid in his abdomen. Since then he’d been back on oxygen. Not a tube down his throat this time, just a mask. But it was scary enough.

You hated this. This wasn’t meant to happen.

..

Ten days he’d been in this bed he’d been told. Ten days. Sometimes he was in pain, sometimes it was like he was floating on a white fluffy cloud.

There were times when it seemed like he was looking down at his body, looking at the beautiful girl who hadn’t left his bedside for ten days. The girl who he’d asked to marry him only two months before.

Spencer loved her so much, and her pleas for him to keep holding on were all that was keeping him here, making him fight. His body was weary though. So weary and tired. During the moments he was awake he relished the feeling of her hand on his, the touch of her soft lips on his forehead. When he was asleep he could still hear her, reading his favourite stories that he knew off by heart, her voice soothing him. She was everything to him.

Yet… He knew. Somehow, he knew.

She wouldn’t leave him though, he’d heard the team, his amazing teammates that he loved and adored, they’d all begged her to go home and get some proper rest. But she wouldn’t leave. Sometimes in the night he’d wake up and see her curled into her a ball on the cot in the corner of the room. Oh, how he longed to crawl next to her and to wrap his arms around her and never let her go.

She was dozing now, her head on the hospital bed next to his hand. His best friend Morgan was sat by his bed, keeping her company.

Derek glanced over, seeing he was awake.

“Hey buddy,” he scooted his chair closer to the bed.

“What time is it?” Spencer couldn’t see the clock on the wall. He didn’t have his glasses and his contacts had been removed days ago.

“It’s about 11pm. I came after work, hoping I could convince Y/N to go home. She’s not having it though.”

She needed to leave. Spencer needed her to leave. He was so tired, in so much pain.

But he couldn’t.

“Derek, if anything happens to me here, you’ll take care of her won’t you? You’ll keep her safe for me?”

Morgan noticed the urgency in his friends voice and reached out and patted his hand.

“Course I will Kid. But nothing’s gonna happen. The doctor’s have got you covered.”

Spence gave a weak smile, “Will you wake her up. I’m going to try to get her to go home. Will you… will you stay with her if she goes?”

“Sure thing, Reid,” Derek stood and walked around to where Y/N was sleeping, nudging her gently.

“Hey, Sleeping Beauty. Lover boy is awake. He wants to talk.”

She rubbed her eyes, raising her head from the hospital bed and immediately taking Spencer’s hand, not noticing how cold it felt.

Derek sensed that Reid wanted to be alone with her and left the room, hovering outside the door.

“Hey,” Y/N smiled her beautiful smile at him. A smile he’d take with him. Even in her sleep deprived state she was still the most amazingly beautiful creature he’d ever seen.

“Hey… Y/N, I need you to go home,” his voice was clearer than it had been before, had more power and strength behind it.

She shook her head, just like he knew she would.

“Please Baby… You’re so tired and it hurts me to see you like this. You need a good nights sleep. You need your strength to look after me. For when I come home.”

He gave her hand a squeeze, not letting the effort it took for him to do that small motion show on his face.

“I don’t wanna leave you alone. What if….?”

“Nothing’s going to happen. I feel much stronger today, I’m not in as much pain, I think I’m starting to heal. And I’m surrounded by doctors. Do you think they’d let anything happen after all the effort they’ve put in? I’m fine. In a few weeks, I’ll be home and in a few months, this will be a distant memory. I promise.”

The Bureau had taught him to lie and he hated how easily the words were slipping from his mouth.

She studied his face. His voice did sound stronger and he wasn’t slurring. She glanced at the machines by his bed. She’d learnt to read the vitals that were displayed over the ten days she’d been here, and they seemed stronger than ever. Maybe… Maybe he was right.

Spencer could see her wavering. “Please. Go home. Derek will go with you. Get a good night’s rest in our bed and have a nice hot bath. When you come back tomorrow I want to see you fully rested. Okay? Please…”

She stood from her chair, leaning over the bed and pressing her lips to his dry chapped ones.

“Are you sure?” she asked quietly.

“Yes. You need to sleep properly, I’ll be fine.”

She kissed him again, whispering “I love you” to him.

He repeated the words to her, savouring the look on her face as he said them.

“I’ll be back tomorrow, bright and early. I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go!” he feigned a chuckle, trying not to cough. His chest felt suddenly heavier, like it was drowning in fluid.

She grinned and picked up her bag, exiting the room.

The next time Spencer saw her, she was asleep in their bed. Her hair had fallen over her face and she was clutching his purple scarf that he loved so much.

Softly, I will leave you softly
For my heart would break
If you should wake and see me go
So I leave you softly, long before you miss me

He hated himself for lying to her, but he needed her to leave. If he heard her beg and plead with him again, he wouldn’t be able to stand it. And he just hurt so much, he couldn’t take the pain anymore. He just wanted it to end.

Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour or one more day
After all the years, I can’t bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

He reached his hand out, brushing her hair back and watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. She’d be okay. They’d take care of her. Derek had promised and he knew the others would make sure she was cared for.

The few years they’d had together had been the best of his life. He’d been lucky to have had those few with her. Never in a million years would he have ever expected to have shared the joy and love that he had with her. He’d take those few years, it was more than a lot of people had.

He sat and watched her, running his hand along her arm and seeing her shiver and pull it under the covers.

Softly, long before you kiss me
Long before your arms can beg me stay
For one more hour
Or one more day
After all the years, I can’t bear the tears to fall
So, softly as I leave you there

He heard the faint ringing of a phone down stairs, Morgan’s cell.

He needed to go. He moved away from the bed, to the corner of the room as he heard a loud “NO!” from downstairs, followed by the sound of footsteps charging up the stairs.

Derek flung the door open and Y/N awoke instantly, turning to look at him.

Her face crumpled immediately, she knew. Derek didn’t need to tell her. “No no no no no. Oh god no.”

Derek crawled onto the bed next to her, wrapping his arms around her and she repeated the words over and over, tears spilling free from the both of them.

Spencer watched, his still heart breaking. This was why he’d needed her to leave. He couldn’t leave with her in the room. She’d never let him.

As I leave I you there
As I leave I you there

You Are The Only One I Want

Pairing: Eggsy Unwin/Reader (She/Her)

Category: Angst, with a little fluff at the end

Words: 2025

Warnings: Swearing, food mentioned, violence mentioned, Eggsy is a little bit beaten up, a little bit of fighting, mention of pain pills

Prompts: “You deserve better.” & “Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

Summary: Eggsy comes home from a rough mission feeling like he is not good enough for his girlfriend.

A/N’s: Wow! So, this is the first reader insert fic that I have ever written. It also happens to be the first thing I’ve ever written that I’ve let anybody read, so please go easy on me. I’d love some constructive criticism, if anyone has any ideas on how I could make my writing any better. Thanks!  I hope you all enjoy.

Originally posted by tarons

             Eggsy hesitated to even go home that night. Part of him wanted to find somewhere else to stay for the night, his mum’s or Roxy’s. His last mission had been rough. He was beaten, bruised, and bloody. This wouldn’t be the first time he had come home to her like this. At this point he knew that she was probably used to it, that she maybe even expected it most nights and he hated that. He hated making her upset or fearful for him. He hated that when he was on a mission, she was stuck home, alone and worrying about his safety. But more than anything, he hated the fact that he was what caused her distress.

             It wasn’t until he reached their apartment building that he realized where his post mission debrief walk had taken him. While completely lost in thought he had made his way back to her. Right back to his incredible Y/N. Right back to the woman he was so helplessly in love with. Even when he was internally debating coming home or not he still found his way back to the girl he considered to be his entire world. ‘I’m never gonna be able to stay away from her.’ He shook his head at this thought.  Eggsy knew that he couldn’t keep doing this to her. He didn’t want to keep doing this to her.

              The brunette continues to stand outside of their building for a few more minutes, just allowing himself a chance to sort out his thoughts. He doesn’t know how long he ended up standing out there. It was not until a man staring down at his cell phone almost knocked him over that he finally decided that it was time to face the music. Taking one last deep breath he walks into the small building, heading straight for the elevator and hitting the button for his floor.

             As he walks down the hallway to their apartment, he sends a small smile to the single mother who lives down the hall and offers to help her bring her groceries inside but she declines with a kind smile and a simple ‘No thanks’. Eggsy stares down at the floor as he continues to walk, slightly disappointed that his plan to procrastinate the conversation he was about to have had failed.  He genuinely didn’t think that his heart could beat any faster than it already was but he is quickly proven wrong once he makes it to the end of the hall and finds himself standing in front of their door.

             The first thing he notices once he steps inside is the sweet smell of his favorite chocolate chip cookies. The familiar scent is almost able to bring a smile to his somber looking face. Y/N always made the delicious treats when she had some spare time before he came home. She had once told him that it was an old family recipe and that her mother always made them for her when she was having a rough day as a kid. A sigh escapes his lips as he hears her footsteps coming down the hall to their bedroom.  He is barely able to set down his bag before she is pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re home! I missed you while you were gone babe!” She says with such relief in her voice that it almost breaks his heart.

             “Hi beautiful. I missed you too.” He replies as he slowly pulls back from her hug to look down at his sweet girlfriend. Her hair is pulled up in a messy bun with a few pieces hanging loose around her face and at the back of her neck and she is already in pajamas. A pair of fluffy polka-dot socks are on her feet. She looks adorable (like always). She gives him a warm smile, but it starts to fade when she notices the gloomy look on his face.

             “What’s wrong Eggy?”

             The old nickname still manages to make him smile. An old reminder of simpler times when they were first introduced and she had – much like many other people he had met – misheard his name. He places a gentle kiss on her forehead before walking into the living room and sitting on their couch. He motions for her to come sit down next to him and takes one more deep breath before he finally begins to say what has been stuck in his mind since his mission ended.

             “I hate making you worry about me.” He’s barely started and the look on her face is already enough to make him want to shut up. The e/c eyed girl sitting next to him looks confused and worried, which makes what he is trying to do so much harder because this, this is exactly what he is trying to stop from happening again. The entire point of what he is saying, what he is doing was to stop himself from making her nervous anymore. He closes his eyes for a second and reminds himself of what has been going through his mind for hours, of all the times he came home and she had bags under her eyes from the lack of sleep. Or of the texts he would get from her, late at night when he was away on a mission. The ones that said things like ‘I hope you’re getting some sleep baby, but I’m still up and I just wanted to check in. Love you.’ or ‘I know you can’t tell me about what’s going on with the mission, but please tell me that you’re doing ok at least.’.

             Eggsy reopens his eyes, but this time instead of looking at her, into her kind eyes, he looks away, towards the coffee table where he sees the plate of her freshly baked cookies and his body completely deflates.  His normally cocky demeanor has been replaced with one of hesitance and resignation. His shoulders are slumped and his jaw is clenched. “You shouldn’t have to spend so much time wondering if I’m gonna come home or not. You shouldn’t be stuck awake all night because you’re thinking about what kind of danger I might be in on my missions.” He glances at the floor next to the couch as he says this and notices JB sitting there with his head tilted to the side, just staring at him, as if he too was wondering what the fuck Eggsy was doing, “I mean fuck sweetheart, you are so incredible, way too good for me. You deserve somebody who can provide you with some sense of stability. Someone who you can count on to come home to you every night. I see how exhausted you are when I get home from a mission and just when you start to get rested again, I get called away. I can’t keep doing this to you.”

             Sometime around when he had said that she was too good for him the h/c haired girl had started slowly shaking her head, looking at him in what he could only describe as pure horror. Before he could continue talking she cut him off, “Eggsy stop! I don’t care about any of that stuff! I know you can’t tell me much about your missions, but I can tell enough to know that what you do is incredibly important. You go out there and you put yourself in danger to protect other people. I will never ever be angry at you for that, for how brave that makes you baby. I would choose you over some normal picket fence life any day. It’s not even a question.”

             For the first time in minutes Eggsy looks up at her, into her e/c eyes. He is no longer able to continue to try to stay strong and Y/N can see the tears in his green eyes. Letting out a deep breath he mumbles, barely loud enough to hear, “You deserve better.”

             At this the normally collected girl bolts out of her seat next to him and throws her hands in the air before crying out, “You know what! Maybe I do, but even if that is somehow true I don’t want better! I want you!” She takes a deep breath and lowers herself to a kneeling position in front of him and gently places her hands on his knees, “I don’t care what kind of baggage comes along with you. I will gladly put up with any of it if it means that I still get to be with you and cuddle with you and love you! I love you Eggsy and I can’t stand the idea of not being your girl anymore. So please, if you genuinely believe that I would in any way be better off without you then do whatever the hell you have to get that thought out of your head!”

               The boy on the couch stares down at her and lets out a sob before collapsing forward onto the floor next to her. He clumsily pulls her towards him and hides his face into the curve of her shoulder and she carefully maneuvers herself into his lap and wraps her arms around him and for the first time since he got home she is able to truly take him in. She notices the bruises running along his cheek bones and the one surrounding his left eye. She can only imagine the bruises that lay under his suit which is now getting wrinkled by their position. After a moment, she carefully pulls away from him and rubs her thumb over his split lip.

             “Now babe please, you’re hurt. Just sit down and let me take care of you.”

             He nods while staring into her eyes and allows then both to stand up. He sits down on the couch while she rubs her hand carefully over his face one more time before she walks into the kitchen and grabs a few ice packs as well as some pain meds and water. Once he has taken the pills she sends him to get changed into some comfier clothing and grabs them both a glass of milk before sitting down on the couch and turning on the tv. She puts on some random sitcom while she waits for him to come back and finally allows herself to process everything that has just happened.

             When Eggsy walks back into the room she is just staring at the coffee table, completely lost in her own thoughts and he has to call out her name to get the girl to look up at him. He had changed into an old sweater and some sweatpants. When she does finally look up at him, he looks concerned and she gives him a small smile to let him know that she is ok before moving over slightly so that he can sit down next to her. Once he is comfortable on the couch beside her, she hands him the ice packs and the milk before reaching forward and grabbing the plate of cookies. They each grab a few and he places his arm on the couch behind her head, allowing the girl to rest against his side. He smiles after he takes his first bite of cookie and kisses her on the forehead, quietly telling her how much he loves her and her cookies.

             “I’m glad,” she says before joking, “I make them with love.”

             He chuckles. They spend the next few hours on the couch and they eventually end up laying down, him behind her, stomach and chest pressed up against her back. As the night goes on and they both begin to get sleepier and sleepier he begins to rub his hand up and down her arm. Just as she begins to drift off she turns her head to look at him and says, quietly, “You are right about me being terrified to lose you during a mission, but what scares me even more is the idea that you might leave me voluntarily.”

             He presses a kiss to her nose and gently tells her, “Don’t worry love. I ain’t going anywhere. I promise.”


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BTS when you finally see them when they were gone a long time

Seokjin

Girlfriend is happy? Time for puns! Girlfriend is sad? Time for puns! Girlfriend is mad? Time for puns! (from a distance because mad girlfriend equals things being thrown) Girlfriend is embarrassed? Time for puns! Haven’t seen girlfriend in months so she clinging to him because she is unable to remain standing and you both slowly sink to the ground? PUNS TO THE RESCUE!!

Originally posted by junghoseok

“What do you call a bear without teeth? A gummy bear!”

Yoongi

Yoongi likes to pretend to be all and detached expect when it comes to you. He has always been upfront with you and you do the same. So when you come running across the airport practically throw yourself into his arms he already knew just how much you missed him. So when you started shaking he pulled you tight and held you close and just whispered to you over and over again how much he missed you.

Originally posted by jeonsshi

“I know… I know. I missed you too”

Hoseok

Is… Is there actually any question on what this emotional bean would do? The second you were in his arms he was a sobbing mess and you two were on the floor. Granted if he would of been at least a little composed he would of been able to hold you up but its fine. He can cry on the floor just as easily as he can standing up.

Originally posted by pastelyoonseok

You’re yoongi

“Y-you were go-gone so l-loooooong!!!” Starts sobbing again.

Namjoon

He meant to catch you. He really really did. But like… he hadn’t planned for your knees to give out and well… you slid right through his arms. He kind of just stood there looking at the spot you were standing at in confusion his arms still in a circle but empty.

Originally posted by nnochu

“Uh… Babe? Where did you go?”

Jimin

He was holding you close before the shakes set in fully. He guided you to a chair and sat you down carefully eyes never leaving your face. He he had missed you so much and he was not going to let you out of his sight.

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

“Hey hey its okay. Were are together again. It’s okay”

Taehyung

He was somehow serious when you finally was hugging you close. It was very unusual for the man who’s smile always made your heart soar… to not be smiling. His eyes traveled back and forth over your face as if he wasn’t sure he was sure it was you he was seeing. Finally the smile broke over his face and when you felt your legs give away went with you because his legs gave away too. 

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Jungkook

As soon as he felt your legs buckle he swept you up into his arms. Carrying you over to a chair he sat down and settled you into his lap content to just hold you. Life was finally whole again.

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

“Finally. Finally are were you belong.”


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-Starfish

I can’t wait for Season 2 of Stranger Things when Lucas is going to give El a gigantic, tear-filled hug and tell her how much he missed her and El is going to smile and say that she missed him too and I turn into a sobbing mess when he squeezes her shoulder and tells her that they’re never going to let her get hurt again. 

The tears will continue when Dustin shouts with disbelieving glee and picks El up, spinning her around with joy because he’s just so damn happy that she’s back. And then he’s going to put her down and put his baseball cap on her head and make a joke about their hair being kind of the same. 

And at that point I’m basically a puddle of incoherent babbling and there are tissues all over the floor.

REQUEST: Calling [Gladiolus/Fem!Reader]

Originally posted by deez-nocts

^ This is because I needed the butt. Okay? Okay.

Luckily, I’ve never written a story for Gladio, which means, I’m fresh full of ideas for him! :3 This is meant for female readers mostly since the request was for Gladio’s Girlfriend… And my mistake, I made Gladio break up with Reader.

Almost done with requests. Holy shit. I’m putting up a limit next time, lol.

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Meet you by the creek

Inspired by a anonymous prompt “something to do with the locker scene” and another anon that talked to me about Kim and her mental health.

read it on AO3


Trini was just being a concerned friend, that’s what she told Zack when she sent Kimberly a text message. The boy grinned in a teasing way as Trini glared at him.


“Aw missing your girlfriend, Crazy Girl?”


“Shut up. Kim isn’t my girlfriend.”


“Sure she isn’t.” The teasing smile is still there and it’s enough to make Trini’s fist clench as she talks herself out of punching the boy.

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Phobias

Idea fromsomeonescrollingthrutheinternet!

Phobias can form from traumatic childhoods or from any kind of stressful situations. Phobias can vary from person to person and there are some strange ones out there like Mysophobia: Fear of Germs or Paruresis: Shy-Bladder Phobia. What is aliens don’t have these and a completely convinced that the humans are faking these so’called ‘phobias’ just to get out of work because what could a mighty human be scared of? And this continues on till someone just hits a breaking point and acts out by either fainting, screaming, or just by straight out sitting on the floor whist sobbing uncontrollably. Then the aliens learn, with fear churning inside them, that no the humans weren’t lying, that no humans can be afraid, that no one should be mocked for their fears no matter how small. They now know that they had royal messed up and they can only pray that they humans will extend a measure of mercy and not draw out their deaths.

Teach me how to dance with you (800 followers!)

Originally posted by andwebegin

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: ANGST, little bit of fluff, talk of miscarriage.

Word count: 2.222 (hell yeah)

Summary: Steve’s away for another mission and you fall apart. There’s a secret that has been weighing on your shoulders for way too long and you have no idea how much longer you can keep it from Steve.

A/N: 800 FREAKING FOLLOWERS OMG!

A/N without the caps: This is part one to a very random series of mine. It’s based on the song “Teach me how to dance with you” by Causes.

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Summary: Kylo has returned to the light side and Leia has tasked you with teaching Kylo how to be good again

A/N: Will I ever take fics seriously? No. Will I ever stop stealing dialogue? Also no. Anyway this will never be canon and I am upset.

“My son has returned to me and I want to do all that is possible to keep him from returning to the dark side.” Leia said.

“…..and we come into this how?”

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Move On.

Genre: Angst; College AU! 

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader 

Warnings: A very lame attempt at writing angst 

Word Count: 1k-ish

Drabble Game Prompts: “I hope one day you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”+ “I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you.”+ It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it. 

Originally posted by imaginesbts

You were sitting in your dorm room, your head on Jungkook’s lap as you watched reruns of some random soap opera on the tv. You waited for him to say something, anything, to talk to you for once instead of burying his face in his phone. 

I may despise you with the burning white hot intensity of the sun, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you!” The actress on tv yelled at what you assumed was her husband before kissing him intensely.

You used to be like that with Jungkook a few weeks ago, until the fights and the sex after just became too stressful for you to handle. Sure, you loved him and the thought of not having him terrified you but was it really any worse than what you were going through right now: sitting in the same room as him yet never having felt this lonely before in your entire life.

He used to be the man that could cheer you up no matter what happened and the first one with whom you wanted to share good news with. But now, now you couldn’t even say the most important of things to him without thinking it a million time over.

A few days later, your friend decided to drag you out to one of her frat parties in a desperate attempt to get your mind off of Jungkook, even if it was a short while. You did feel better being surrounded by your friends with cheap beer that led to some really bad decisions and even worse jokes. You were talking to Taehyung, a student pursuing the same major as you but was in a different class so you didn’t get to meet him before. He was kind, charming and sweet, treating you with utmost respect and for the few minutes that you talked to him, you felt like the burden of your almost dead relationship that you had been carrying around for months had finally disappeared.

That is until you saw Jungkook sitting on the couch of the living room with a girl straddling his lap, leaning to press her forehead against his as he smirked before kissing him. He was everything with her that he wasn’t with you. His smile practically exuding happiness and the way his eyes followed her every move was how he used to look at you until he barely even noticed your presence anymore.

Your jaw went slack but the shock didn’t hit you as hard as it should’ve, his indifferent behavior towards you and lack of conversation already a tell-tale sign that his attention had been diverted elsewhere. When the girl got up to get a drink from the kitchen, you followed her, wanting to let her know just what she was getting involved in.

“Um, hi,” You awkwardly greeted her as you began to pour yourself a drink and she nodded her head in response.

“I couldn’t help but notice, are you with Jeon Jungkook?” You tried to sound casual but the alcohol was already clouding your mind and you couldn’t help the crack in your voice or the tears that were welling up in the corner of your eyes.

“Yeah, he’s hot, isn’t he? Apparently, he’s dating some random chick too, that poor girl.” She chuckled in response, not noticing your state as she grabbed her cup and began to walk out until your words stopped her.

“She’s not just some random chick. She’s someone who waits for him to come back every night. Someone who spends her entire time thinking of him and you, you’re still fucking him even though you know he already has someone? What kind of a sick human being are you!?” You exclaimed, tears flowing down your cheeks as the dam holding back your emotions finally broke.

It was a compelling and convincing argument and for that reason she chose to ignore it, taking her cup and walking away as you collapsed on the floor only for your friend to find you later that night as a sobbing mess.

She took you home, consoling you the entire time, and put you to bed comfortably, the alcohol thankfully knocking the living daylights out of you as you found yourself falling asleep almost instantly.

The next morning you woke up to find a complete mess in the mirror in front of you, your make up smudged, hair messy and your clothes disheveled. After washing your face, you brushed your hair, tying it up neatly and put on a fresh set of clothes. Your friend was making breakfast as you heard the doorbell ring unexpectedly. Walking over to the door, you opened it hesitantly only to face what you had been absolutely scared of standing on the other side.

Jeon Jungkook.

He looked like he had been crying all night and his scent that used to make you feel comfortable was now replaced with the strong stench of alcohol.

“B-Baby, I-I—“

You stopped him before he could say anything more, sighing deeply before you began speaking.

“Look Jungkook, we knew this was bound to happen one day or the other. I just wished you would’ve told me about it instead of cheating on me like this…” Your tone was melancholic as your hands rubbed at your temples, your hangover finally making its presence known as your head began to throb.

He couldn’t even reply, tears flowing down endlessly as he sobbed pathetically and you didn’t even know what to say to him anymore. You weren’t angry with him but you weren’t exactly happy with him either. Sure, he had finally put the nail in the coffin of your dying relationship but he didn’t have to fucking cheat on you at a party you were at.

So, you decided on your last words to him to convey your gratitude for finally ending the relationship rather than holding onto the anger you felt because if there was something you needed, it was to move on.

“I love you, Jeon Jungkook and one day, I hope you’re as happy as you’re pretending to be.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid


Written By: Admin Sangria