no poison i promise

The Train

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 4201

Prompt: Y/N walks in, and Harry notices she’s wearing yellow again, this time it’s a yellow sweater with a pair of dark skinny jeans and brown ankle boots, her hair is pulled back into a pony tail with a white scrunchie with little smiling suns and he swears that he has to squint to look at her. “Oh! I know you-you’re the guy from the train,” Y/N beams, “Harry, right?” she sets down the tray of muffins.

 “I didn’t tell you my name,” Harry snaps.

 Y/N pouts, “well yeah, but I’m also not stupid,” she says. 

“Are you joining us today Harry?” the man asked, “I’m Seth, I run the group.”

“Why else would I fucking be here,” Harry grumbled.

 Y/N grabs a muffin, ignoring Harry’s sour attitude, “here, they’re made with love,” she smiled, holding out the blueberry muffin.

 “Fuck off,” Harry says. He watches as her smile fades and the glint in her eyes seems to disappear, for a split second Harry feels like a dick, but then he realizes he doesn’t care and Y/N should just shove the muffin up her ass.


Harry was annoyed.

It really hadn’t been his day at all. His morning was terrible, he woke up next to a blonde and he tried really hard to remember her name-only to fail. When he asked her to leave she insisted on making breakfast, to which Harry responded with “feel free to grab something and leave” and then he proceeded to shower. When he got out, the unknown girl stood in his kitchen making herself a smoothie and toast. Her red lips in a pout, “come on, you can’t be in that big of a rush,” Harry ended up calling security, she was crazy.

When he went into the studio he was blank, the songs he did come in with were rejected and he couldn’t find the energy or muse to write another one. He was out of inspiration, nothing amused Harry anymore. He found himself not enjoying the things he used to love, drinks seemed to be the only thing that made him feel something (and it was only for a little bit). He didn’t enjoy being surrounded by his friends and family, his love for writing was slipping through the cracks, and his energy was fading.

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zelink friday, march 18: a song or instrument that are important to link and zelda, or remind them of each other

hc that though tp link and zelda lack instrumental abilities, they make up for it through vocals and dance! zel and ilia probably bonded lots and eventually ilia taught zel some of ordon’s folk songs, which she surprises link with one festive night around the bonfire - he responds by surprising her in return when he busts his country boy moves (and beckons her to dance with him soon after). then he surprises her agAIn when she teaches him ballroom and he starts singing ballad of the goddess to her (“it makes me think of you”) which he’s somehow learned during his adolescence yet doesn’t quite know where it originated, but still it’s beautiful (“like you…”)…

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anonymous asked:

Do you have any prompts for, I loved you and you left me?

1) “I loved you, and you left me.”
“I didn’t love you. I couldn’t pretend I did anymore. I’m sorry if that hurts, but I can’t live otherwise.”


2) “I loved you, and you left me.”
“I loved you too. But we wanted different things - one of us had to leave before it turned to poison.”


3) “I loved you, and you left me.”
“I never promised to stay.”


4) “I loved you, and you left me.”
“You think loving me gives you a right over my life? It doesn’t. Love shouldn’t be a leash.”
“You don’t get to leave me again.”


5) “I loved you, and you left me.”
“I’m sorry.”
“That’s all you can say!? I’m sorry?

“What would you have me say instead? It’s not like any of us can take the past back.”

Dinner with a Stranger

Dinner with a Stranger
Tom Hiddleston x Reader
Warnings: mention of abuse, fluff
Word count: 1128
A/N: this has been rolling around in my head for most of the day, I just had to write it down! If there is interest, I’ll write another part and finish the story.


Originally posted by loptrlaufey

Y/N huffed her way down the street in London, more lost than she had ever been in her life. Nothing looked familiar, her phone was dead, and she had lost her map four turns ago, not that it was super helpful anyway. Turning down another row of houses, Y/N hoped to high heaven something would begin to look right. Her “alone-cation” wasn’t turning out so well. Behind her sunglasses, a few tears began to fall as she pushed herself to keep walking forward.

“Excuse me, are you alright?” a soft voice said from behind her. Turning quickly and stumbling, Y/N found her nose almost buried in a white button-up. Two strong hands grabbed her arms to steady her and then quickly released. Allowing her eyes to roam up the chest, she found a well shaped mouth, a thin nose, and concerned eyes of the most handsome man she had ever seen in real life.

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Jimin Is Away; Summer, Chapter Two

Summary: Jimin, despite everything the two of you have been through, is slowly fading out of your life. But when you find someone to fill the void, Jimin starts to become a bit strange.

Word Count: 1178

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Originally posted by jinpout

“Y/N, what’d you get for number four?” Namjoon looked up from his study guide and textbook to stare at his unresponsive study buddy. Namjoon noticed the pink tint in her cheeks and how her eyes peered past him and towards the display case behind her. Namjoon turned and saw what she was staring at and chuckled. He clapped his hands in front of her face and Y/N finally turned to stare at him.

“Huh? What number are we on again?” she asked, flipping through her book when she noticed just how far ahead Namjoon was of her.

“Are you drooling over the cinnamon buns or the fine piece of man serving them?” he teased, a small smirk etched onto his face as he watched his friend’s cheeks flush.

“S-Shut up! It’s both okay, I didn’t have breakfast this morning…but shush! He could over hear you Joonie.”

“Y/N, he’s on the opposite side of the room.” Namjoon raised an eyebrow at her and winked, receiving a playful smack to the shoulder not even a second later.

“Yah, stop that or I’ll tell Jin-oppa that you were staring at other guys,” she threatened. Namjoon stuck his tongue out at her.

“We’ve been together for three years and friends for longer, I’m sure Jinnie wouldn’t believe you anyways.”

“No, but you’d still get a lecture anyways.” Y/N smirked, puffing her chest out when she saw the defeat in his eyes.

“Number four is C by the way. Page 24 in the study guide.” Namjoon pouted as he turned Y/N’s packet to the correct page.

“Why don’t you go talk to him? Its obvious you’re attracted to him.” He encouraged.

“A-Am not! But… he is really pretty.” Y/N sighed dreamily.

“I thought you had feelings for Jimin though?” Namjoon asked as he twirled his pen in between his fingers, staring at his friend with a curious glint in his eyes. Y/N huffed softly as she filled in the answers on her paper.

“Number 5 is blue precipitate.”

“Y/N, don’t avoid the question! But thank you.” Namjoon said, throwing a small paper ball at her head. She sighed and bit her lip slightly.

“Jimin is with Wheein. I’m no homewrecker, and even though I still have some feelings for him I’ve decided to try and move on. I don’t want to live in a state of false hope forever, and it’s not like I’m getting any younger. I want to move on before I become some lonely cat lady who drinks a bottle of wine every weekend.” She admitted. Namjoon nodded and hummed in understanding, chuckling at her last comment.

“You’re okay with that? I know it’s-“ Namjoon was cut off when a female server came to their table in the café of the library.

“I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but someone had bought this for you miss, and they asked me to deliver it to you.” She said, handing Y/N a cup of hot coffee before scurrying away. Y/N looked at the cup then to Namjoon, who shrugged. She pushed the cup towards Namjoon.

“You try it first.” She insisted.

“What? Why do I have to try your random mystery coffee?”

“Because it could be poisoned!” Y/N exclaimed.

“So what makes me think I’m going to drink it now?!” Namjoon raised his arms in exasperation, though a smile played on his lips as he noticed the movement behind his friend.

“Because we’ve been friends forever and you love me?” Y/N batted her eyes and Namjoon barked out a laugh.

“Aegyo isn’t going to work on me, honey.” Namjoon chuckled.

“But it does on me.” A voice said. Y/N turned around and saw the guy she had been staring at since her and Namjoon arrived at the library two hours ago. He looked even better up close, with his soft brown hair and his lips curled into a smirk. His white shirt was crisp and showed off his prominent collarbone, and the jeans he wore seemed to mold against his legs like a second skin. Y/N gulped and could feel her cheeks flush again.

“I promise you that drink isn’t poisoned, I made it myself.” The man winked.

“Hey, Y/N, I have to go to the restroom really quick, I’ll be right back!” Namjoon excused himself, winking at her as he left. Y/N mentally cursed him out, glaring at Namjoon for leaving her with a very attractive man.

“Would your boyfriend mind if I kept his seat warm?” the man asked and Y/N chuckled.

“He’s not my boyfriend, more of a pain in my ass than anything, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.” The man laughed and sat across from her, resting his elbow on the table and propping his chin up with his hand.

“Y/N, was it? I know this may seem very straight forward, but you’re just so beautiful. I told myself that I had to stop and talk with a real live angel before she disappears from my eyes.” The man talked smoothly; his voice was like velvet and his dark eyes pierced Y/N’s heart in the best way possible.

“Is that the line you like to use on all the girls?” Y/N teased, gently biting her lower lip out of nerves. She saw the man’s eyes follow the movement and an undefinable warmth settled in her stomach.

“If by girls, you mean you. Then yes.” He corrected, smiling. His smile was so warm and Y/N could feel her heartbeat pick up.

“Well you know my name, what’s yours?”

“Hoseok. Jung Hoseok at your service, my dear.” He said, taking Y/N’s hand off the table and placing a fleeting kiss on her knuckles.

“Alright you two, no kissing on the first date.” Namjoon said, approaching the table with a playful grin on his face. Y/N shot him a glare and Hoseok chuckled.

“Of course, it’s only common curtesy to the lovely lady. I hope we’ll be seeing more of each other later, Y/N.” Hoseok’s smile filled her every being as he stood and went back to work icing up the cinnamon rolls. Namjoon sat and looked at Y/N with a smug smile on his face, arms crossed atop his chest as he raised his eyebrows at the blushing girl.

“You’re welcome. You owe me big time for that one missy.” Namjoon shook his pen towards Y/N’s general direction. She rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee. It was strong, yet sweet at the same time with a hint of what tasted like chocolate and caramel; her two favorite flavors. It wasn’t until then did she notice the number scrawled across the lid with a heart underneath the digits.

“Hey, hey,” Namjoon snapped his fingers to get her attention again. “You can text him once we’re finished with this. C’mon now.” Namjoon pushed Y/N back into her books, only now she wore an immovable smile on her lips. As she worked, Jimin popped into her thoughts. Only this time, she embraced the taste of chocolate and caramel and pushed the lingering smell of mint out of her mind.

Devil’s Advocate - Chanyeol X Reader AU Series - Chapter 5

Vampire!Chanyeol X Angel!Reader

Genre: Action, fluff, angst

Warnings: Violence, blood, language, more cliffhangers rip

Word Count: 4,132

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The following weeks passed in desolate monotony and silence, not a word left your lips through its entirety.


You hadn’t seen or heard of Chanyeol since the incident. Yixing had been the only one to enter the room, and on occasion, your cage. He told you it took three straight days for him to stabilize your condition. You believed him. You faded in and out of consciousness so many times that even Yixing lost count. At first you began to wonder why Chanyeol had avoided his own room the way he did, but the reason for Yixing’s visits quickly switched your focus.


He was there to collect.


You remembered the first time he entered your cage, a day after you were moved from the medical ward, with a solemn look and rather hefty med kit.



“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I’m going to need a few samples.” Yixing had told you cautiously as he entered.


There were no guards, no one else to accompany him as he opened the iron door to your cage. Despite this, you would never be able to walk yourself to the main gate in your state, let alone overpower Yixing.


You merely winced as he closed the iron bars behind him, looking into his eyes expressing a silent plea. His normally blood-stained white dress shirt he often wore was replaced by a clean one, without wrinkles or blemish. His hair was neatly swept to the side, and the grey rings under his eyes were no longer visible.


He must have fed recently for the first time in a while.


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become-the-story  asked:

hey hey hey ;) Would it be possible to have a werewolf!Jungkook thingy ? A scenario where he finds his mate or smth idk it's up to you, I'm just a sucker for au's c: tyty ♥

HELLO MY LOVE 💕
AS PROMISED -  Here’s something to make your first day of school a little better (hopefully!) 💝 It’s prooobably not what you were expecting tbh 😅 I’M SORRY IT GOT OUT OF HAND WHILE COMING UP WITH IDEAS!
As always- if you don’t like it I’ll redo it!

IF the story cuts off for you - try this link! 
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Varúlfur - part 1

Werewolf Jungkook x Reader
Words: ~3,500
Keywords: … Blood, Gore, Fear? I’M SORRY I SWEAR IT GETS BETTER

Originally posted by kpop-reads

He was frantically running. 
His paws were flying over the soft ground as if he was weightless as he followed the faint aroma he picked up earlier. The same smell that made him break all chains and escape his safe haven, a little house in the woods he had bought specifically for these nights. 

Full moon nights. 

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His Treasure | Part 4

Pirate!Baekhyun x Reader

Summary: It’s either on your knees and beg for your life or your walking the plank.

No plagiarizing my story please….

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You stared at the tray of food by the foot of the cell door as you remained huddled in your little corner, refusing to move or eat anything made by the pirates.

Almost two days have gone by, and you have neither heard or seen from Baekhyun. But let’s just be honest, you didn’t WANT to see or hear from him. Not ever since you found out who he was…

The only people you’ve been seeing are his pirate crew who come by every now and then, mostly seeing if you’re still in your cell and not trying any funny business like escaping or either bringing you your food to eat, all of which you refused to touch.

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Tearing me, limb from limb

I need a rhythmic roll of flesh and bone.

Of a shoulder crack and wind back

Down like a window In a steamed car,

Or a wrist click as it weaved in and out of touch with reality as it plays the pearly white keys

That shakes me, even still, to the core.

The touch, that seemed almost illegal and paralysing

Filled with poison and ignorance,

But also with promise and alluring temptation…

Can’t I give into this temptation, just once?


They say it’s like a detox, to be away from your ensorcelling affection,

That you go away with a clear mind and come back with desperation

Clouding your mind and

Your heart.


Can’t I give into this rhythmic roll of flesh and bone and the temptation that comes with your presence?

Can I not experience the exhilierating beat of your being, and be saved in your arms once again?

SDMN X Zombie Apocalypse

Ok so the idea hit me to do a “what would happen in a zombie apocalypse” for the sidemen, I know this has been done before but I’m doing it agin a with my opinion…HERE WE GO

- JJ would say that there’s a zombie apocalypse before it was announced and then not shut up about how he “called it” the whole time
- They would all meet up asap
- Vik would want to stockpile a shit tonne of food
- Harry would want to go out and fight with a BB gun probably
- Simon would want to take control because “Ive played the walking dead, I know what to do”
- Tobi would be the only one talking sense
- Josh would make sure Freya was ok
- Harry would make sure Herb was safe and would value Herbs life over his own
- They would try and stick together as a group, when they inevitably have to move out of their hiding spot
- Vik would try and carry as much food and general shit as possible because “you have to be prepared” and Ethan screaming at Vik for being an idiot “WE WILL NOT NEED A BLOODY VASE, WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU PACKING THAT FOR?!? YOU ACTUAL SPENG”
- When emotions run high, Tobi is the one to calm things down
- JJ would die first (on day 2) by underestimating the zombies - last words “what’s it gonna do? Bite me?”
- They would try and escape London asap
- Harry refusing to let Herb out of his sight for even a second
- Josh being strangely knowledgeable about zombies “what? I liked them when I was a kid”
- Ethan getting in a rage and storming off from the group, only to return 10 minutes later “ok, I’m back - I still hate you all though”
- Simon being incredibly jumpy about anything that makes a noise
- Ethan being second to die (day 4) as he got into another rage after Josh called him a “spengy melt boy” too many times, he left in a rage and ran into some zombies - last words “I AM NOT A SPENGY MELT BOY”
- Harry actually being incredibly sensible because Herb is a baby and needs to be protected at all costs
- Vik bringing lots of unnecessary things and some actually coming in useful, e.g. A TV remote as a surprisingly good spear handle
- The rest would make it out into the countryside somewhere
- Tobi dying third (day 17) after trying to be resourceful and eating some mushrooms he found, that just so happened to be poisonous - last words “Vik don’t worry, I promise I know these are safe, I swear I saw Gordon Ramsay use them once”
- The group becoming more unstable after Tobi is gone as Tobi is the only sane one between them
- Josh becoming the leader of the group “I’m the Dad so I’m the leader”
- Simon is still ridiculously skittish about everything, but decides to grow some balls after the constant teasing from the others and immediately stabs himself with a spear - RIP Simon (survived until day 27) - last words “I’m not a pussy - I could take down all these zombies if I wanted, just watch..”
- Vik being very resourceful and hoarding everything he finds that might be useful “you never know, maybe a number plate will be helpful” “VIK WHY THE FUCK WOULD A NUMBER PLATE BE USEFUL” - Josh probably
- Harry (and Herb), Vik and Josh would become a pro team and probably survive for quite a while with Vik’s obscure but weirdly helpful equipment, Josh’s constant abuse and obscure Zombie facts and, ummm tbh Harry was just tagging along - he doesn’t bring much to the table

Please comment or reblog with your opinions and what you think would happen

No cure for this poisoning
  • Requested by Anon.
  • Reader x Kim Hanbin (B.I)
  • Angst.
  • “Hanbin can’t fight back his jealousy. When his girlfriend spends much time with Bobby and Junhoe, he can’t control himself anymore”.
  • Gifs are not mine, credits to the rightful owner(s).

You were his first girlfriend. Being the idol he was, he never got the chance to experience love and all its shape, so when your path crossed his, he decided that you’d be his.

Before you, he could say how love and relationships worked only by studying his members or parents. Still he didn’t understand a lot of things until he met you. After you, there was nothing for Hanbin. You were his world, his only one. He could never imagine living his life without you, just like he could never imagine living without his mother or sister.

Even music got a new meaning with you by his side. You were a source of happiness, positive thoughts and fondness. Except for a thing. A little trait of himself he didn’t know he had until he met the girl of his life.

Jealousy.

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If They Get Me And The Sun Goes Down

Pairing: Party Poison x Reader

Genre: Angst/Drama

Summary: A routine mission goes awry, and the Scarecrows get their hands on you. They force a Draculoid mask onto your head, and you know you’ll Turn in moments. With the last of your strength, you beg your lover to dust you before it’s too late. But, does Party Poison have the guts to pull the trigger?

You’d made the run a dozen times before. It was supposed to be just a quick drive in the Trans Am through Route Guano, from Zone 2 into Bat City for a raid. No big challenge for a seasoned Killjoy like yourself. Or so you thought.

But, fuck, those Scarecrows had come out of nowhere. Jet Star’s intel had said only a few were supposed to be on patrol today. That’s why he’d told you and Party Poison to go ahead by yourselves. Well, that, and he knew that you and Poison kind of wanted some alone time, which was hard to come by in the diner. Fun Ghoul and Kobra Kid were already out with Cherri Cola on a different mission, so you and your lover had volunteered for this one immediately.

If you hadn’t, you realized, you would be safe right now. But, instead, you were dying. You felt the ray gun blast hit you in the chest. Damnit. You’d fought off all the others, but it was the one Scarecrow you hadn’t dusted yet that got you.

“No!” you heard Party Poison cry immediately, as if his own heart had been struck. “Y/N!”

He ran towards you, but not fast enough. The Scarecrow loomed over your bleeding body, cackling, and pulled a Draculoid mask from his pocket.

“N….o…..” you choked out painfully. You knew he was going to Turn you, make you into one of them. He grabbed you by your hair. In one, last, defiant act, you spit in his face. Undaunted, he slipped off your Killjoy mask.

“St…o…..p…..”, you cried, tasting blood in your mouth. You tried to fight him off, but you knew you were slipping away. Your heart rate was getting slower and slower, and you had no strength left in you to defend yourself. Sickened, you felt the Draculoid mask go over your head.

“Leave her alone!” Poison cried, and shot the Scarecrow, who fell dead at his feet. He was still too late. Through the eyes of the Drac mask, he appeared to you as a gruesome monster. You backed away in instinctive fear, drawing your laser beam.

“Y/N, it’s me!” Poison pleaded. “Don’t shoot!”

You dropped your weapon when you heard his voice.

“Y/N, no….” he cried. You could hear the tears in his voice, even if he still looked like a gruesome abomination, and the programming activated by the mask was urging you to attack him.

“Poison….” you said, your eyes wet beneath the mask. “Poison, the Drac mind control’s taking over. I’m…I’m not going to be me for much longer.”

You could already hear the voices like a chorus in your head, pumping BL/ind’s orders into your mind: Eliminate the target. Eliminate the target.

No, you told yourself. That’s not ‘the target’, that’s Poison, and I love him! And yet, you could already feel yourself going numb. The Draculoid transformation would erase all your emotions, leaving only the urge to kill.

“Poison, get out of here,” you pleaded. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can’t just leave you,” you heard Poison say. “I…I won’t leave you like this. I won’t let you be one of those things.”

You didn’t want to be a Draculoid, either. You didn’t want to become an undead monster instead of going with the Phoenix Witch. You didn’t want to hurt your friends, or do the bidding of the enemy you’d spent your whole life fighting against. It was….a fate worse than death, you realized.

And then it hit you what you needed Poison to do.

“Dust me,” you begged. “Before it’s too late.”

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Your Savior - 46

I apologize for the length between updates….I had final exams last week and needed to spend most of my free time studying! I’m excited to post another chapter full of the duality of Negan, with the added tension of the reader interacting with the Alexandrians! I hope y'all enjoy!

Warnings:

Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, Negan being Negan, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death, mentions of past sexual assault, PG adult contact, or smut (This is to avoid spoilers in future chapters. I guess read at your own risk.)

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Originally posted by hardyness


Chapter 46

You woke the next day surprised to find the bed next to you empty with the sun’s rays already pouring in the window.

You smiled softly seeing a note left on Negan’s pillow and you rolled gently to grab it:

“You looked so fucking peaceful I just couldn’t wake you. Enjoy a day off, no bitching. I want you rested for round two tonight. -N”

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