last chance to say goodbye

6 | Red Skies

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Three days without food, water, or sleep. Three days roaring your eyes out as you cried out in desperation and disbelief. Jungkook, your mate, was dead. Ji-Yong had killed him in front of you.
Jimin had used a bobby pin from your hair to escape the shackles in the firey basement, his red hot anger consumed his body in a fit of rage. He killed Ji-Yong and Jin almost immediately after escaping the cage, strangling them until they were unconscious, before using the same gun that had ended Jungkook’s life to ensure neither of them would be coming back. The rest of that night was an emotional blur, Jimin helped everybody out of the cells and extinguished the blaze. Nancy and Taehyung tried their hardest to keep you from seeing his body; but what they didn’t know is you’d spent five hours later that night curled up next to the stone cold dead body of Jungkook, screaming in agony and heartbreak, crying until you’d ran out of tears.

“Y/N?” Nancy knocked on Jungkook’s bedroom door pulling you out of your dangerous thoughts, you’d being staying in there because it was the only way you could feel close to him now he was gone.

“Yeah?” You looked up in surprise, her and Taehyung were supposed to be spending the night together, they weren’t supposed to be home for hours, just how long had passed?

“Me and Tae just got back… I noticed that you haven’t moved all day again, I just-, we’re worried. Is there anything you need? I could go and get us some dinner-”

“No I’m fine thank you.” You half smiled up at the pretty blonde in the doorway, she was wearing a red dress and a pair of beautiful golden sling back heels. Her and Taehyung had just been on a date, to take their mind off things, another thing you and your mate never got round to doing.

Nancy only nodded once in response and closed the door behind her, leaving you all alone with the memory of your mate, the person you were supposed to spend the rest of eternity with, being shot dead in cold blood by your bleeder.
Laying down on the dark bedsheets you inhaled deeply, his scent still lingered in the room but it was quickly fading into your own. Staring up at the ceiling you stayed completely still, even when tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down the sides of your face.
You never got to experience the true love between mates. He was taken away before you could even hug him, kiss him…

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Sooo this is my last video

The little dancers fandom has been a great place to be, but it’s not the place for me anymore

There’s so many people here who have truly shaped who I am today, I really wouldn’t be me without the LD fandom, so thank you all and wishing you the best in life <3

Isaac Lahey Imagine- If I Die Young

Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.

Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x


The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.

“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone. 

Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.

When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?

With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.

Four months later

Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.

I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x

Creepypasta #1111: The Wendigo

Length: Short

It was their own fault. Everyone knows that you don’t go camping on a Reservation.

There were four of them in the beginning. All of them males. They looked young; they were probably hoping for one last hurrah before heading off to college. One last chance to be kids, to say goodbye to what they mistakenly thought was their stomping ground.

The first night had been a boring one for me. I’d stayed just outside of their campsite, where the firelight couldn’t reach me. Then, I just watched. All night. I didn’t move, barely breathed. The horns on my head were lost in the branches of the trees, and the deer hide around my waist were covered in burrs and thorns.

The second night was more interesting. After the fire was all but glowing coals, and the campers had curled up in their sleeping bags, I strode into camp. My footsteps were quiet; they always were. Because of the mild night, all four were sleeping outside. One in particular caught my eye. There was nothing physically unusual about him: Dirty blonde, mild tan, maybe six feet tall. But I could tell that he was a perfect candidate. So I leaned in to whisper to him. My voice was soft, but powerful. He heard them whether he was awake or not.

Then one of the campers woke up. And he wasn’t thrilled to find me in their campsite. He shouted, warning his friends. “Monster.” “Abomination.”


I left. Quickly. I’m not one for company, you could say. I prefer the quiet places. Solitude. But it didn’t matter; it was done.

The next day, I resumed my watching. In their haste to flee the reservation (and particularly, to flee me), they’d become lost. At night, while I crouched in the underbrush, I could hear them arguing with each other. But I kept a careful eye on the one I’d whispered to. He was my favorite, after all.

The fourth day was the most interesting. It was what I most looked forward to, and I almost missed it. I found my hiding place just before it started. The camper, my favorite, the one I had whispered to, was amazing. The way he used the axe made it seem like an art form.

It was beautiful. It was bloody. Foul-smelling saliva dripped out of my maw, leaving slimy trails down my front. The smell of the meat, that wonderful meat, cooking was even better. I wanted to stay there, watching and smelling, forever.

But I couldn’t. The duct tape holding my horns on was coming loose. Not to mention that Susan was expecting me back before nightfall. It was our youngest’s first day of school, after all.

I mean, c'mon. You don’t really believe in wendigos, do you?

Credits to: TheRabidFangirl

Steve Rogers/Captain America - In Case You Didn't Know

Steve has lost many people in his life, some of whom he never got a chance to goodbye to or tell them that he loved them. He’s determined for that not to happen with Y/N. He doesn’t want Y/N to go through life without knowing the love and affection he holds deep down in his heart for her. 

Based on Brett Young’s In Case You Didn’t Know

Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader

Characters: Fem!Reader, Steve Rogers. Sarah Rogers, Joseph Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Peggy Carter, Howling Commandos, Avengers (Briefly mentioned) 

Warning: Oh boy, this is fluffy!

A/N: Thank you to @mo320 for being my beta!

A/N/N: Happy birthday, Steve!!

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Born To Die

Yes, another song imagine.  This is kinda long.

Song - Born to Die - Lana Del Rey (Not my gifs)

Feet don’t fail me now
Take me to the finish line
Oh, my heart, it breaks every step that I take
But I’m hoping at the gates, they’ll tell me that you’re mine
Walking through the city streets, is it by mistake or design?
I feel so alone on a Friday night
Can you make it feel like home, if I tell you you’re mine?
It’s like I told you, honey.

Being Juice’s sister wasn’t easy, not that I expected it to be. He deserved so much more than what he got. I knew him better than anyone. He was different, he wasn’t like his so called brothers. When he told me he moving to charming to become a prospect I almost lost it. He explained how much it meant to him. He’s never got along with anyone the way he did with them.  He finally felt like he had a home. I couldn’t just take that away from him. He deserves to be happy. Then he asked me to go with him. So I did. A man who would soon become a great friend of mine, Bobby, helped me find a house. Life in charming was great. Most of the people were surprisingly friendly, which I didn’t trust at first. I got a job at a pre-school. Everything was finally going well for me and my brother. But soon that all changed. It all started with a party at the clubhouse which Juice forced me to go to. That’s when I met him…Jax Teller. Yes, I found out he was with wendy three weeks after we had been together. I stopped seeing him after that. But that didn’t stop me from making the stupid mistake of falling for him. He brought out a side of me I never knew I had

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why

Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

I remember the first time we met. I was sitting at the bar drinking a beer. Juice was off doing whatever he does at these things. “What’s a beauty like you doin’ all alone darlin’?” I rolled my eyes before turning towards him. He was handsome I’ll give him that. He wore a smirk that could make any of the girls here swoon. “Waiting for someone, you?” I raised a brow. “Looking for a beauty such as yourself.” He chuckled. I couldn’t help but give him a small smile. “Look I’m not gonna bullshit you alright? I think you’re gorgeous and the moment I saw you I knew I had to come talk to you before you got away and I had to spend the rest of my life thinking what could’ve happened. I’m Jax, you darlin’?” I laughed. “Well Jax, how many women have you used that little speech on? Is that you back up in case the women don’t fall for your pretty face?” He laughed. “Fiesty it suits you. You really think I got a pretty face?” He slipped into the chair next to me. I shrugged. “You’re alright.” He scoffed. “You don’t have to lie darlin’ I know you’re checking me out.” I raised my brows again. “Alright pretty boy, buy me a drink. Let’s see what happens.” I smiled. He called the bartender towards us.

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
Choose your last words, this is the last time
‘Cause you and I, we were born to die

A smile formed on my face as I looked back on the memory. The bathroom door opened. Jax walked out. He grabbed his shirt from the dresser. “Todays the day.” He wouldn’t look at me. “I know…” I whispered. I wanted to scream at him. Tell him how much I hate him. He walked towards me and kneeled down. He buried his face in my neck. “You know this has to happen.” He kissed my forehead before grabbing his jacket and heading out the door. A few tears ran down my face. Jax told me last night that today would be my last chance to see my brother. I needed to say goodbye. I needed to tell him how much I love him.

Lost, but now I am found
I can see, but once I was blind

I was so confused as a little child
Tried to take what I could get, scared that I couldn’t find
All the answers, honey

I sat in the room waiting. My knees shaking. He shouldn’t be here. He should be home with me. This shouldn’t be the last time I see my little brother. I don’t know what I’ll do when he’s gone. I felt like crying. When I first found out I wanted to kill him myself. Even if he deserves this, which he doesn’t, he’s still my baby brother. The only family I have left. We’ve always been there for each other through thick and thin. The door opened. My eyes watered as soon as I saw him. I jumped out of my chair and wrapped my arms around him. I looked at the guard. “Can you take these off him?” I looked at the cuffs. The guard was silent. “Jax said you owe him. Unless you want him to hear about this I suggest you take em’ off him.” He glared at me before taking them off. He walked out of the room. I hugged him again. This time he was able to hug back. I sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m so sorry Juice. I should have helped you.” He pulled back. “You couldn’t help me. I was stupid and ran away even from you. You were the only one who I should of went to.” He pulled me towards the table. We sat and talked for what felt like hours. “ I remember when-when you first came home. I hated you so much. I wouldn’t even look at you. The first time I did, you had the biggest smile on your face. I loved you ever since. You became my baby.” He laughed. There was a loud bang on the door. “Five minutes!” The guard warned.

Don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why

Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

“I love you, Juan Carlos Ortiz. I know I haven’t always shown it or said it as much as I should’ve, but I do. There isn’t anybody or anything that could ever take your place in my heart. I know after today I won’t be able to see you again and that makes it even harder for me to leave. Without you, I don’t know what I’ll do. I don’t know if I can go on without you Juice. You said we’d always have each other. Please don’t leave me.” I broke down. 

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
'Cause you and I, we were born to die
We were born to die
We were born to die

He pulled me close. I couldn’t stop crying. Everything hurts so much. There’s this ache in my chest. I can’t even breathe. “I know. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you. You’re strong, stronger than me. You can go on. I know you don’t feel like you can but please try for me. Don’t give up please because giving up is the worst thing you could ever do. I love you. I love you so much. You have to go now.” I shook my head. “No! No! Please don’t make me.” I held on to him tighter. He kissed my head and hugged me tighter. The door opened. “It’s time to go.” The guard said. “I’ll always be with you, sis.” He kissed my head before pulling back. He wiped the tears from my face before making me look him in the eyes. I cupped his face and kissed his forehead. “I love you…” I whispered before pulling away. The guard cuffed him and took him out of the room. I still couldn’t stop crying. I was walking to my car when I bumped into someone. “Oh shit, I’m so sorry.” I looked up to see the last person I wanted to see right now, Jax. “Did you see him?” I nodded. “Yeah, I did.” I glared at him. He sighed. “Look I explained how this would go down. I don’t expect you  to understand.” I scoffed. “Understand what Jax? That you’re going to have my brother killed in a few fucking hours?! My baby brother who I grew up with and took care of?! The only family I have left!” I pushed him. “Don’t try to make me feel guilty for something that should have happened a long time ago. You may not think it’s fair and I don’t expect you to!I understand how you fell I lost my brother too.” “You think I don’t know that? It isn’t fair Jax! Nothing’s fair, life isn’t fucking fair! You should know that better than anyone, goodbye Jax.” I was turning when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine. I pushed him away and slapped him. 

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane

I got in my car and left the parking lot. I looked at my mirror and seen Jax watching me leave. I kept driving. I finally stopped when I got to the Charming Welcome sign. I parked on the side of the road and waited. My phone vibrated, it was Jax.

So, don’t make me sad, don’t make me cry
Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough
I don’t know why
Keep making me laugh – Let’s go get high
The road is long, we carry on
Try to have fun in the meantime

‘It’s done. Meet me somewhere. We need to talk.’

Was the message. I looked in my mirror. I looked terrible. I pulled a makeup wipe out of my bag and cleaned my face. I had a couple bags packed of things I absolutely need which a packed before my visit. I had no idea what to do or where to go. I have nowhere to go. Charming was never my true home. Juice was, but my home was taken from me. I couldn’t stay in Charming. I started my car and left. I left everything. Charming, the club, my friends, my job. I don’t have anywhere to go but I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon.

Come and take a walk on the wild side
Let me kiss you hard in the pouring rain
You like your girls insane
So, choose your last words, this is the last time
'Cause you and I, we were born to die
We were born to die
We were born to die
(We were born to die)

meleedamage  asked:

I want you to write a fic where Peggy haunts Darcy's ass until she agrees to channels her spirit so that she can go dancing with Steve and then Darcy and Steve fall in love (cuz it's actually a setup by Peggy) and it is beautiful and I cry for one hundred years.

I’m not good at making people cry, lol!  You’re not wrong though, Peggy would totally use her ghostly abilities to make sure Steve ends up happy…especially after her first attempt of giving him a spectral smack upside the head fails miserably.  Darcy doesn’t believe he walked into the door because he got distracted by her low cut shirt, of course. ;)

Meaning that Peggy must take things into her own hands, and Darcy and ghost!Peggy have many long and interesting conversations.  Finally Darcy is worn down into willingly inviting Peggy into her body.  One last chance to really say goodbye, after all.  

I wonder, would Darcy tell Steve that she’s being haunted by his old girlfriend?  Or would she keep it to herself?  I would almost want her to tell Steve, just because I feel like it would be a new twist.  And then, then they dance.

And then they dance.

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Summer (14)

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Description: Jiyoon and Jongin had been best friends since birth thanks to their families. They visit a cabin every summer, nothing changed until both of them had graduated, soon off to college. This would be their last time at the family cabin for years to come, and things begin to change for Jongin. What happens when he begins to realize everything too late?

Word Count: 1,428

Pairing: Kim Jongin (Kai) x OC (Park Jiyoon)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

Xiufairy’s Masterlist ㅅㅇㅅ

(A/N: This may include inaccurate representations of Kai’s family because I don’t know them, nor do I claim them as characters.)

((gif = I’m dead))

Originally posted by intokai

Jongin didn’t know what to do. He was physically and mentally drained, all he wanted was the world’s longest nap. His mind was constantly on Jiyoon. Junmyeon had told them that the wouldn’t be at practice in the evening, so the group was without their leader.

He was stressed, to say the least, and the only thing he could imagine calming him down was Jiyoon. Jiyoon was the only person he ever wanted to be with, and now he was twenty-eight, alone, and still in love with her.

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This Ain’t No Joke, Sweetheart - Chapter 8

SPN FanReality

~Let me tell you about my weekend…~

Beka, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Bill 

2,900 Words

Warnings: Angst. Suicidal Thoughts. Redemption

A/N: Here’s the end of my weekend. Hope you enjoyed hearing about it. It was quite an experience.

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Chapter Eight - Sunday Night:

The plan was simple: I was to stay in the car. Yup, that was Dean’s big master plan: keep Beka in the car while we do the scary stuff. Yeah, that wasn’t happening. I yes’d him to death the entire ride uptown, and promised to stay put right up until the second I slipped out the passenger side door.

Dean protested, Sam shrugged, and I headed off towards the house, ripping a strip of yellow caution tape from the front door as I entered.

The house was plain but comfortably decorated. The front door opened right into a living room with an old blue sofa with bright orange pillows. Goddamn Mets fans. Bet Bill would love that setup. He loves baseball more than hanging out with you. That’d fit right into his man-cave.

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You always mess up with your stupid questions, now please let me go back to sleep!

That was the last thing my best friend ever said to me.

He was battling cancer and somehow his illness got us closer than ever. We used to talk every single day, sometimes I even forgot he was dying because our chats were very cheerful and funny and stuff. One time he asked me to live my life for the two of us because he had no future..

A day after that he asked me if I was available for him, I replied 3 hours later saying yes. He said he didn’t want to talk, just know I was there for him, I go worried and asked him what was wrong, if he needed anything and he responded that, he got mad at me always asking questions and not respecting the fact he didn’t want to talk etc etc. I got mad at him thinking he was not appreciating my friendship and my concern and I stopped talking to him.

7 days later he passed away. I never got the chance to say goodbye for the last time. We knew we loved each other, I said it to him, he said it to me but the fact the he was mad at me before passing still haunts me. I did dream about him though and he talked to me, saying he was with me and that there was nothing to worry about. I don’t know if that was truly him delivering a message or maybe my subconscious.. I choose to think it was him.

And I’m Here

Summary: No matter what, you know he’ll always be there.

Pairing: Wonho x reader 

Word count: 1,321

A/N: Not sure if this one is good, wasn’t a request just my own thing. Listen to this (And I’m Here - Kim Kyunghee, Goblin OST)

It was quiet in your apartment, save for the pitter-patter of rain on the windows. You lay curled up on the edge of your bed, knees tucked loosely up against your chest. It was only 8:30pm, and you had wanted an early night, but now you couldn’t sleep. Every so often the rain would lull you into a daze, but the sudden beeping of car horns outside would wake you back up again.

Rolling onto your back, you picked up your phone and held it out in front of you. Your alarm for the next day had already been set, your goodnight message to your boyfriend Hoseok already sent, leaving nothing for you to do but scroll through your apps, looking through Facebook and Instagram, giving a like here and there. Looking at your own photos, you smiled at the all the ones of you and Hoseok. You had been together for so long, but every time you saw that smile of his you would find yourself unable to breathe for just a moment, and your heart would beat twice as fast. It was a feeling you could never shake, but then it wasn’t like you wanted to either.

Setting the phone down on your chest, you sighed gently. How lucky you were to have him. Someone who was always there when you needed him, no matter what the situation. He always made you feel special, like you were the only person that mattered in the moments you shared together. It was something nobody had ever made you feel before, and for that you were always going to be grateful to him. Suddenly, you were drawn from your thoughts by a knock at your door. You weren’t sure who it might be. Though your mind jumped immediately to Hoseok, you were sure he was busy tonight. Getting up quickly, you put on your slippers and headed for the door. You reached for the handle, and upon opening it, you were shocked to see Hoseok, who was a little damp from the drizzling rain.

“Hey Y/N…” He looked at you with wide, innocent eyes. He wasn’t smiling; instead he remained straight-faced as he stared at you.

“Hoseok? What are you doing here?” Whilst you weren’t unhappy that he was there, you were unsure about why that was. You pulled him inside anyway, waiting for an answer.

“I was on my way to see my friends but… something came up so I decided to see you. I hope I didn’t wake you.” Now he smiled. It was slight, but warm and comforting. Forgetting about your questions, you smiled back at him, and shook your head.

“No, I couldn’t sleep. I guess I was just busy thinking about you.” You looked down at the floor, feeling your face heating up. It surprised you how shy you still could be after all this time. You heard him laugh softly, before he pulled you over to sit on the couch.

“Listen Y/N… There’s something I need to say. You probably already know it but… I have to say it myself.” You looked at him curiously as he took a deep breath. “I love you, so much more than you know. You are the best thing that ever happened to me, and I don’t know what I ever would have done without you. You made me so happy over the years, and just need you to know how much I love you.” You felt butterflies in your stomach, and tears in your eyes. Moving closer, you placed your hand on the side of his face. He felt so cold, and you assumed it was from the rain. Smiling, you nodded.

“I’ve always known. And I always will.” He smiled back at you, and you noticed that he looked like he was going to cry too. “Hoseok… What’s going on?” As he had spoken, you initially thought that he might propose, but looking at him in that moment, you realised that was not the case. It worried you. If it wasn’t that, then why would he suddenly be professing his love in such a serious way?

“Y/N…” He brought his hand to yours as you held it against his face, eyes closing as he took in your warmth. His eyes opened again, and he looked you in the eyes. “I’m sorry… I’m so sorry…” You felt a cold chill. Why was he apologising after saying such sweet things?

Suddenly, you heard sirens outside your window. You let go of Hoseok and moved to see what was happening. They were ambulances and police cars, all speeding past your window like bullets straight out of a barrel. At that moment, your phone buzzed. It was a text from your friend. Y/N, there was an accident right outside my building! One of the cars looks like Hoseok’s… Your blood ran cold, and the phone slipped from your grasp. You couldn’t even finish the full message; those few words were enough to break you. You turned back, barely able to see Hoseok through the tears.

“Please…” Your voice was shaky as you tried to keep composed. “Tell me it’s not true… Hoseok please…” Unable to keep it up, your voice cracked, and you broke out into sobs of desperation, falling at Hoseok’s side. “How… I don’t understand…” He smiled sadly, brushing the hair out of your face.

“I don’t know what happened… drunk driver I suppose.” He sighed. “But I guess I got a chance to say goodbye to you. At least we have that.” You could hear in his voice that he was trying not to cry. He was trying even harder than you were.

“You can’t… please… please don’t leave me like this…” The tears fell and you could see him clearly again. His expression was so pained, and you found yourself unable to look at him. You could only stare at your hands as the tears rolled off your face, the droplets hitting your bare skin one by one. He placed his hands on your face, and brought your gaze back up to his. Wiping away the tears, he gave you another sad smile. Once again, you couldn’t breathe. But unlike those moments, this wasn’t going away. It was like you had forgotten how to breathe at all. You felt a lump in your throat, and more tears forcing their way out of you.

“I would never leave you…” He spoke quietly, as his own tears fell. “I’ll always be here. Even if it’s not in person… even if you can’t see me…” He took your hands in his, and placed one of them over your heart. “I’ll be right here…” It only made you cry more, but still he continued. “You won’t be alone, Y/N… I promise you…”

“How am I supposed to live without you?” You cried with a broken voice. “I can’t…”

“You can…” Hoseok smiled gently, leaning his forehead against yours. In that moment, you couldn’t take any more. You wrapped yourself around him, burying your face into his chest as you cried. You felt his arms around you, but his hands were still so cold. Sooner or later, you knew you were going to have to let him go. You were grateful you had a chance to say your last goodbye, no matter how badly it hurt. As you pulled away, you held his face in your hands, and kissed him one last time.

“I love you…”

“I love you too… Always.” You let him go, and he gave you one last smile. Then, just like that, he was gone. You felt your heart shatter, and you hugged the couch pillow tightly, burying your face deep into it as you let out the cries of an aching heart. After some time, you sat back upright and wiped away the tears.

“I’ll be okay…” You mumbled softly, and looked up. “… You’ll always be here.”

Putting these 2 asks together to answer them.


They are NOT the same. You have the books. The origins are vastly different. The events that shaped the characters are different. The timeline does not even add up. DC made this up as they went along. Even Greg Rucka admitted on his tumblr that Geoff Johns asked them to take things back to basics..meaning I guess the traditional status quo and he also said Johns said he did not care how they did it. I repeat he did not care how they did it. Meaning jump the shark if you got to and they did. 

Azzarello’s Diana is NOT Rucka’s Diana. As is Morrison’s, Pak’s, Soule’s Superman not Jurgens and Tomasi Rebirth one. 

To come and say they are the same characters is disingenuous and insulting the intellect of fans. Especially those  who bought the stories, thought they mattered and liked them. You cannot come tell me bs like 2 Supermen were split after you did 5 years of Superman origin, events and history in a company wide REBOOT in 2011 and then tried to sneak in another older version from another timeline and then backpedal and say oh they the same guy. All the events you read from the older guy suddenly like the younger guy doesn’t matter and suddenly there is a  Superman out of the blue who   claims he is the lives of the 2 but he is conveniently younger and has a totally different origin and a kid conveniently aging like magic.  First he is 10 and now he is 13 and guess what no time has passed. Cause time and history just fixes itself for them. They don’t earn a thing. Because DC wanted to sneakily reboot to get some #1s. But disguises it as love and hope has been lost. Cats are fried, legs are cut off in this bright and shiny loving and hopeful place. 

 And as for Wonder Woman the bs gets even more crazy. She was actually insane. Yep. God forbid Diana can have a timeline and keep it. Nope. She’s a mess because she is angry and confused and needs to get some gold and get laid. But DC makes sure and gives Azzarello and Chiang new 52 the Absolute treatment. Because a good book is a good book. And Gal’s Diana is very much based on the thing DC has crapped on too…the new 52. 

It is a shame that the current group of creators at DC cannot respect the  work of others. They need to trash it to make theirs matter. The multiverse is a thing they could have used. But nope. This  way they make sure their stuff takes the stage. Look at Jurgens making sure some of his 90ties stuff stays. Rehashing tired old plot-lines in 2017.  But hey the older long boxers like it. So that is all that matters. 

Good  writing is simple. It does not require jumping through hoops nor convoluted messes to explain  away something you might not like. The oldest laziest trick in the book is …it was a dream or never happened. Good writing involves a coherent plot with good characterization, development, consequence, payoff, via a good ending. The ending could be the end of a universe or timeline. It can make you feel sad but at least you would get your good bye and  your satisfaction in the stories you read and the people/events you grew to love mattered and stood. Pre new 52 I know got a chance to say goodbye. I recall those last stories being  hopeful and you guessed out there somewhere the characters still lived on.

Rebirth totally crapped on the new 52. They crapped on the things that mattered when you read a story as a reader. They demeaned the characters history and undermined the events and in doing so insulted the fans  who spent money for years to support DC. 

Rebirth is DC trying to force your hand as a reader to accept  what they want you to think is better or love etc. That is not how good literature  works. If you have to cheat via the narrative by outright lying, manipulating and forcing your agenda then you’re not a good writer.  Good stories just are. They unfold with some coherence and consistency. They have logical consequence/payoff. They bring up emotions because they are about the story, not undermining other writers and another version or events. That is all the Superman and Wonder Woman Rebirth creative teams have been doing. Taking jabs at the new 52. 

I bought books from DC pre nu 52 and nu 52. I have posted up my collections many times. I am used to timelines ending and reboots and retcons to tweak stuff here and there. But what DC has pulled with Rebirth has turned me off. As a customer I feel disrespected. Basically our fandom got called  fake fans by some of these creators.  I never asked DC to reboot and I believed them when they said they were building a new verse.  If I knew they’d pull this bs I’d never have  wasted my money for 5 years. I am never going to spend the manner I did during the new 52.  I still love my DC characters and will support when I can. Recently saw the Wonder Woman movie and really enjoyed it. Love the JLA Action cartoon too and I still buy merchandise. 

For yourself, do as you see fit for you. I can’t tell anyone  what to do but people would have read enough in their lifetime hopefully to know if a story is good, original, creative or simply pandering.  

 Personally I am gonna pick and choose carefully if I ever choose to buy comics again. Prob trade  wait or simply find a series that offers story telling that is not solely  driven by nostalgia and certainly not about trying to tell me x is better than y without truly making x earn his/her place. Or hell a good damn book or fan fic.  

BTS In The Hunger Games

This is going to be a series with other groups as well. ALSO you decide who lives and who dies sooooo…. let me know. 

BTS In The Hunger Games: Training Center 

*You get picked to be in The Hunger Games with the members*

Originally posted by jenorise

Rap Monster:

“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N” 

The crowd that you were apart of suddenly excluded you. You could hear your heart beat in your ears. Tears stung your eyes as your mom snatched you into her arms.

“Oh my baby! Oh god no. No no no!” She cried. You stared at forward and tried your very best to wake yourself up from this nightmare. 

No no no.. this is all a dream. Wake up Y/n! Wake up!

The peacekeepers grabbed you by your arms and drug you away from your mothers embrace. 

“No no! Let her go!” You watched with frozen eyes as your mom screamed and cried for you. You watched as they pushed her back into the crowd. 

“Come up here darling. Come come come!” The pale lady with the weird hair and outfit spoke as she waved you to stand next to her on the stage. 

“And now for the boys… Kim Namjoon” 

You wish you could have seen what his reaction was but you were to busy staring at your moms crying eyes. 

He walked up to the stage. You remembered him. He was your districts best fighter. 


“Ah, here we are! District 12, please welcome your tributes!” Silence. She was the only one clapping.

“Uh..” She cleared her throat. “Well go on, shake hands.” 

You went to move but your legs felt like jelly. 

“Go on now love, shake the boys hand.” 

You looked at her and at his hand. It was outstretched, waiting for yours.

The lady ushered you over to where you stood face to face with him. He was.. tall.. built… strong. You knew that if it came down to you two… you’d be the one to go. 

You grabbed his hand and for the first time you looked into his eyes and he looked at yours. 

Originally posted by yoo-ngie


“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N”

The crowd around me parted and suddenly you were alone.. 

Whats new

You heard the whispers. They were all talking about you. You looked over to your mom. She didn’t even look at you, she stared at her feet as she backed away from you.

“She’ll be fine.” 

“She’s a trouble maker.”

“It’ll be good if she goes in there, maybe it’ll teach her some manners.” 

“I hope she dies.”

The whispers filled your ears as you walked up to the stage. They all hated you because they didn’t understand you. No one did. 

“And now for the boys… Min Yoongi” 

Gasps. That’s all that could be heard. 

Great. Districts’ favorite trouble makers, I bet we’ll get so many sponsors.

You watched as he walked up the stairs. Everything about him made you nervous. He was called “Arsenal” due to the fact that he set the towns’ statue of President Snow on fire after his father died in the mines. 

Everyone hated him since that day. 

“Ah.. District 3, please welcome your tributes!” 

You gave your mom one last glance, she looked at you and looked back at the ground. 

“Shake hands you two.” The woman said.

You gave your mom one last chance to prove that she deserved to hear you say goodbye. Her only daughter.. She didn’t look at you.

You shook his hand and looked at him. 

It wouldn’t be that bad to burn.

Originally posted by sugaglos


“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N”

You felt your eyes fill with water as you numbly felt your little sister hug you. Crying your name. Begging you not to go. 

“Please please! No! Y/n!” 

You ran your thumbs under her eyes.

Please stop crying

You went to talk but your throat was dry. Nothing came out. 

“No ! Please don’t take her!” She screamed as the peacekeepers dragged you to the stage. 

“Come stand darling. It’s okay.” You looked at the woman with wide eyes

Okay? This is not okay. 

Looking over at your sister you saw your best friend holding her in her arms. 

Please.. take care of her. 

“Come come love.” The woman said again. 

You looked at your sister one last time before taking your place next to the woman.

“And now for the boys…Park Jimin.”

Your head snapped towards the boys section. Jimin was the best person to ever hold an axe. He could throw it and have it stick in whatever he was aiming at.. and he never missed.

You watched as he hugged his dad and slowly walked to the stage. 

“District 6, welcome your tributes!” 

“Please shake hands.”

You trembled as he took your hand in his. He looked at you and gave your hand a little squeeze.

Lets hope he doesn’t aim for me.

Originally posted by myeong-su


“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N”

Your heart stopped. You’re dead.

I’m dead.. this is it.

You were yanked out of your thoughts when you heard your older brother scream your name. 

“NO! Y/n! No no! Not my sister! Not my little sister!” He thrashed against the peacekeepers. He threw his elbows, trying to get to you.

“Let me go! Y/n! Y/n!” 

You looked at him with tears falling down your face. Some other peacekeepers shoved you up to the stage. 

Once you took your place on the stage you looked for your brother. 

“And now for the boys….Kim Taehyung.” 

There were gasps from both the boys and girls section. Your brother froze. He looked to his left to see Tae slightly shaking. 

“I-” Your brother shouted towards the woman but was cut off when Tae said something to him.You watched as your brother leaned against one of his crutches for support and as Tae walked toward the stage. 

Tae got a bad rep. He stabbed a man who was abusing his mother. Turns out the man had broken into their house trying to steal things. 

He was a good guy, the best climber of your district. He would go up in the trees or on the roof tops to help secure bolts or wires. 

You looked back at your brother and gave a small smile through your tears. 

“Ah yes, well.. District 8, welcome your tributes!” The woman shouted. 

“Shake hands my dears.

When he grabbed your hand you felt a sense of comfort. You looked up and he gave you a small smile. 

Hope you can climb high

Originally posted by pangguk


“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N”

Your heart fell to your feet and with every step you took you felt your heart beat. With every step you felt your body becoming heavier. 

Don’t look back. It’ll only hurt you more. No one is there.

Your feet carried you to the stage without you even knowing.You kept your face towards the floor. 

Do not look up Y/n. She’s gone. No one is there. 

You picked at the skin surrounding your nail bed while you bit your lip.


“And now for the boys…Jung Hoseok”

You looked up. 

He was the best hunter in your district. Before the animals went extinct, he would go out and catch food for the whole town. 

You stopped biting your lip as you watched him walk to take his place on the stage.

You watched as his mom cried out for him. You wished you could h-

“District 5, welcome your tributes!”

“Please shake hands darlings.” 

He looked down at your hand and noticed the redden sores around your nails and carefully took your hand in his. You kept your head down.

Dont look-

He squeezed your hand slightly, causing you to look at him.

Hunt me down

Originally posted by diytae


“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N”

You let go of your best friend’s hand. Out of all the girls in your district… it was you.

It’s me

You looked over towards her. She hugged you and for a moment you felt comfort. You hugged her back and tried to stop the tears. You tried to hug the memory of yourself into her, into her clothes. 

Live for me. Just in case I cant live for myself

You tried to imprint yourself into her, make her remember you.

The peacekeepers ripped you from her arms and dragged you towards the stage.

“Y/n! No!” She screamed. 

For me

“Come here my lovely.” The woman said softly while waving her hand towards the stage. 

You looked over the crowd and noticed that you would probably never get to see these people again. You’ll never see your district again.

For me. Live for me.

“And for the boys…Jeon Jungkook” 

You looked over at the group of boys. He was the fastest. He was so fast.

He took his place on the stage. 

“Mhm District 10, welcome your tributes!”

Please shake hands.” 

You felt his stare before you felt his hand. You gave one last look to your friend before turning your gaze towards him. 

Let me run away with you

Originally posted by vjin


“Ladies first… Y/n Y/L/N”

You wanted to cry. You wanted to cry so bad but you couldn’t let them see you do that.


You couldn’t.. no you wouldn’t let them see you scared.Your dad raised you better than that. You walked towards the stage with your head held high, proud steps. You looked at the dying tree off to the left of the stage. 

I won’t cry dad. I promise. 

You looked at the crowd. They were sad. Some were even crying.

Thank you

They were crying for you. You raised your head up high and stood up straight.

Dad I’ll make you proud. 

“And now for the boys…Kim Seokjin.”

Not him

He was the smartest person in our district. He was just so damn smart and no one knew how or why,

Anyone but him. He has so much more to do with his live than this damn game. Not him.

He walked up to the stage and stood next to the woman. 

“District 2, please welcome your tributes!”

No! Anyone but him.

“Shake hands my darlings.”

He grabbed your hand and shook it. You looked in his eyes and you could have broken down right there, just let it all out and cry but you didn’t. 

Be smart enough to win this game, I don’t want to see you dead.

                       I welcome you to The Hunger Games

Originally posted by smokinserious


Originally posted by master-of-duct-tape

Can you do a Chris Evans imagine based off of the trailer for gifted? - anon

A/N- So I wasn’t sure if you meant something along the lines of the reader is cast alongside Chris, or like if the plot happened to Chris in real life with the reader as his niece or just someone he knew? So I went with the first xx

You had been working on the movie gifted for close to a month now and it was your dream cast, you all got along and clicked instantly at the first reading which meant that the chemistry on screen wasn’t forced and flowed naturally unlike other movies you had been apart of.

Everyone was lovely, McKenna was quick witted and despite her being a child and you an adult you often hung out together between scenes. It was hard to think about the fact that when the movie was over you wouldn’t be working with them all at the same time again, but if you were lucky you would get to work alongside at least some of them in the future.

Chris had become one of your closest friends on set, he was funny and caring and it was hard not to be friends with him. It was even harder to put aside your growing feelings for him, what ha started as an innocent crush had developed over the course of filming and it was really putting a bummer on your lifestyle because it seemed like everything reminded you of him.

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Tonight - Hormonal_Trashbag - Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

WHOOPS I wrote some angsty smut. If you’re into that kind of thing.


It was unwise, but ultimately, Rey couldn’t stay away. It was her last chance to say goodbye, to tell him what he meant, to do a lot of things. She was well aware it was a mistake that was sure to haunt her for years to come but that didn’t matter.

Rey wasn’t even sure she would survive what was to come in the morning.

With the end of the war against the First Order, a new government rose from the ashes, determined to not make the mistakes of their predecessors. One such mistake had been allowing officers of the Empire to live–they had banded together and dealt unfeasible damage to a fragile galaxy, unable to accept the political power they had lost with the end of a regime that had crushed democracy under its heavy boot.

The contributions he made to end the war wasn’t enough to save Kylo Ren.

today, i am afraid.
my girlfriend wants to kiss me in the parking lot
but i step back away from her and remind her of all of the people around us
and tell her that it’s better this way, that it’s safer if we don’t.

today, i am afraid.
i went to the mall with my mom
and i hoped and prayed that no one would pay any extra attention
to the rainbow flag pin on my purse.

today, i am afraid.
because in the middle of the movie theater
my heart starts racing at the thought of someone getting angry
at the fact that i’m leaning on my girlfriend’s shoulder.

today, i am afraid.
my friends talk about going out to clubs and bars
and all of the worst case scenarios are racing through my mind
before i can even decline their invitation.

today, i am afraid.
and how can i not be?
when my brothers and sisters are being murdered left and right
and for what?
for the way we dress? the way we look?
for the way we love?

today, i am afraid.
i am afraid for my brothers and sisters in the closet
afraid to mourn for our losses and being forced to suffer in silence
because of the inevitable backlash they would face.

today, i am afraid.
i am afraid because nowhere is safe
schools, churches, clubs, pride parades
no place is truly safe for us to stand hand in hand in solidarity with one another without the fear in the back of our minds that this could be our final action on earth.

today, i am afraid.
i am afraid to turn on the news
because i dread that our body count will keep on rising, and forty nine is high enough as it is, fifty three is far too many
i don’t know if i can stand another update.

today, i am afraid.
i am afraid that when i leave the house, this day could be my last
or her last, or his last, or their last
but we’ll never know and we’ll never get the chance to say goodbye before our precious lives are taken from us.

today, i am afraid.
i am afraid because no one is listening to us
no one is listening to our fears, our tears, our worries, and our woes
and sometimes it feels like no one even cares.

today, i am afraid.
i am afraid for the hundreds of lives that have been altered
because of one mad man with a gun
and because this isn’t the first time our community has been shaken by travesty, and it likely won’t be the last.

today, i am afraid.
because the right to bear arms
will always mean more to people
than a queer person’s right to live.

today, i am afraid.
and yesterday i was afraid.
and tomorrow i will be afraid.
and i just want to know
when can i stop being afraid?
when can we stop being afraid?
when will we be able to be ourselves without fear?
when will we find spaces for us to coexist without fear?
when will we be able to hold the hands of the ones we love without fear?
when will we be able to be ourselves without fear?
when? when? when?

i keep asking myself and everyone around me when
when will there be a change?
when will equality actually include us?
when will we no longer have to live in fear?
when? when? when?

today, i am afraid
because as much as i try to keep my faith and tell myself that a change is coming,
i don’t think those questions have answers
and i don’t think they ever will.

—  fear
(cc, 2016)
Caged [31]

Characters: NamjoonxReader
Length: 2381 words
Genre: Mafia AU
Warnings: Violence

Part 30  Part 32

You didn’t know what Jungkook had forced down your throat, but it had slowed down the room and numbed your thoughts, and somehow day had turned into night and the world had become quiet. Your body felt heavy and like it wasn’t yours, like it wasn’t real, but then again nothing felt real anymore.

Hoseok was sitting in a chair by the bed and had been for hours while you had drifted in and out of sleep, unable to move or speak. Sometimes you had stared at the ceiling, sometimes you had stared at him, but through all of that time he had simply held your hand and refused whenever someone had come in and offered to watch over you for a while. So had Jungkook, who was seated on the foot of the bed with his legs crossed, and no matter what he did, it seemed the shadow of guilt was not going to leave his expression anytime soon.

The world outside had been dark for a few hours when you finally found the strength to sit up in bed and pull your hand from Hoseok’s grasp. Jungkook’s head perked up when he noticed you moving, but he stayed quiet. You looked around for a bit, confused, your mind blurry, and you found it hard to form a clear thought and figure out where you were and remember what had happened the last few – hours? days? You weren’t sure anymore.

“Where’s Namjoon?” you asked, but corrected yourself immediately when you saw Hoseok’s and Jungkook’s alarmed faces. “I mean Yoongi. Where is Yoongi?”

Rubbing your face, you tried to fight the feeling of sickness creeping up your esophagus. You really had meant to say Yoongi, but your own body had betrayed you.

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