one day i shall be able to handle any of these and all the rest

Feel the Fear and Do it Anyway (Bill Skarsgard X Reader)

Requested: Hello!! :) hope you’re having a great day! I was wondering if you could make an imagine where you are watching ‘IT’ for the first time with Bill but you hate clowns. Kept up the good work!

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1665

A/N: Thanks for requesting hopefully this is what you wanted - I know it is a bit different, but I really enjoyed writing this!

Originally posted by eternalmikaelson

All her life, Y/N saw herself as a coward. She was a coward during the first grade spelling bee, during every exam or test, during her first date, during college tours, during everything. During every somewhat challenging situation her heart would begin to race, her hands would become clammy, and her mouth would become ickily dry. No matter how much she recited ‘this too shall pass’ to herself, the mantra never seemed to stick.

A few years back, Y/N decided to make peace with her cowardice and therefore come to terms that she was just destined to lead a boring, dull life. No airplanes (it could crash!), no public-speaking (what would everyone think of her?!), no walking atop the space needle (heights!). Which was fine. It was fine with her.

This epiphany (as it was just her luck) took place a year before Bill entered her life. A daring and fearless character, hell, the man was a regular Nik Wallenda. While she spent her days alone answering phones in a cubicle, he was out pursing his dream in one of the most difficult industries out there. If she ever asked him about it, she knew he’d laugh. He’d clutch his stomach and laugh aloud and say, “Yes how courageous of me to go to forty auditions a week and get none of them”. She wouldn’t reply, but in her head she would think, that is exactly my point.

Her cowardice was even the root of most of their arguments. Even though the majority of their disagreements dealt with silly things like forgetting to buy Bill’s peach smelling soap or printer ink, some, however, were very much real. Those debates could be so loud it rattled the ceiling above them and quaked the floor beneath them.

When Bill got the role of Pennywise the argument they had was earth shattering.

“I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE TELLING ME NOT TO TAKE THIS! I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS FOR MY ENTIRE CAREER!” Bill yelled, he was blue in the face already from screaming and he had stretched to his full height of 6’4. He was still dressed in his plaid yellow pajama pants and an old t-shirt from Y/N’s cousin’s wedding (‘Laura and Tom Forever’ was hardly visible now that he had worn it and washed it countless times). He reached over Y/N’s shoulder and roughly poured coffee into his mug. The hot coffee splashed all over the floor, burning the tips of Y/N’s toes.

“I’M NOT SAYING THAT YOU SHOULDN’T TAKE IT, BILL!” Y/N countered, ignoring the dull pain in her toes. “I’M SAYING THAT MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK TWICE ABOUT HOW GREAT THIS IS! HOW OFTEN DO YOU THINK WE’LL SEE EACH OTHER ONCE FILMING STARTS HM? ONCE A WEEK? THAT - IS - NOT - GOOD - ENOUGH!” The thing about Y/N (and most cowards for that matter) was that she could never let an argument go. Once she started she was like a ball rolling down a hill. She couldn’t ever walk away for fear of what might happen if she did; would he walk away too?

“I THINK WE’LL WORK IT OUT! HONESTLY YOU’RE JUST BEING SELFISH AS ALWAYS!” Bill screeched back, but as he used his arms to gesture the rest of the coffee in the mug spilt onto the floor. Y/N jumped and retreated but, if she were to be honest, she wasn’t quite sure if it was because of the coffee or because of the vile in Bill’s words. Selfish as always, he had said. Though they had made up eventually, after cleaning the coffee and apologizing to one another profusely, she couldn’t get those words out of the back of her mind. Like a ghost they followed her, when Bill came home for the first time since filming started, Selfish as always, when she met the cast of the Loser’s Club, Selfish as always, when Y/N went to set to see Bill, Selfish as always. Perhaps it was in the nature of the cowards, to be selfish, always fearing the ultimate thing as they watched their own backs.

So Y/N tried to make peace with that development too.

“Hey honey,” Bill murmured as he leant down to peck Y/N’s buttery lips. She had just gotten off the plane, her pillow still hanging around her neck and headphones spilling from her ears, she lugged a heavy carry on bag. “Let me get that for you,” Bill said, still just as quiet as he attempted to grab the handle of the case but Y/N immediately used her right hand to pull it away from his helpful grasp.

“I got it babe,” Y/N replied, rubbing her boyfriend’s shoulder comfortingly with her free hand. He looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, lips apart for only a moment, before shaking it off and telling her all about his day (“I told you about how I was nervous for that scene but Andy said to just…”). Y/N listened carefully, trying to hang onto every word to ask him about later. As Bill spoke on and on and on, Y/N nodded, laughed, smiled at what she hoped were all appropriate times. She dragged her suitcase along the cold floor of the airport, finally reaching the sliding glass entrance doors which revealed a cloudy scene. There were plenty of places she would’ve rather been then cloudy and rainy Vancouver (take for example sunny California), but Bill had wanted her here to experience the full screening of IT with the rest of the cast and crew. Therefore here she was.

Once they reached Bill’s car, Bill, helpful bugger that he was, took Y/N’s suitcase, opened the car door for her, and buckled her seatbelt. Selfish as al-. She stopped herself from thinking the rest, breath in, breath out. Breath in, breath out. She had been concentrating so much so on her breathing that, before she could realize it, she was sitting in front of a big blank movie screen in a small, freezing theater. She could slightly remember going to bed the night before, being pulled by the waist into Bill’s long and strong arms. She could slightly remember getting dressed this morning, being prepped on what she could and could not reveal to the public about the movie (like she’d be able to talk to any sort of media).

As the introduction music played and the screen blinked to life, Bill wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into him like he had done last night. He looked at her, smile wider than Y/N had ever seen before and whispered in her ear (as to not to disturb anyone else in the theater), “Are you excited?” Y/N quickly nodded back, smiling just as wide (but not nearly as genuine), before motioning for him to hush.

As the movie rolled on, the happiness from the cast and crew was palpable, which was ironic considering the dark subject of the film. Bill kept on leaning in to whisper things in her ear and nudge her to let her know to pay attention at certain bits. Y/N was so proud of him. It was truly beautiful to know how talented the person one loves is, but as the scenes played on she couldn’t help herself but tear a bit. She was not necessarily afraid of the movie. Pennywise, for all intents and purposes was her boyfriend, she had seen him in and out of costume a number of times. Regardless, by the time Bill was on screen climbing out from a refrigerator, Y/N couldn’t help but silently sob. Wet, full, heavy tears rolled down her cheeks and pooled into her lap. Selfish as always, Y/N remembered as she rubbed her nose with the back of her sweater, creating a pitiful sniffle that alerted Bill to look at her.

“Y/N, ar-are you crying?” Bill asked, reaching up to touch her cheek with pads of his fingertips. She looked away from him, causing his arm to fall from her face. “Y/N?” He repeated, and she could feel his looming figure ghost over her shoulder. She took a shaky breath in, letting it rattle her rib cage, before grabbing her coat and leaving the small cinema entirely. She pushed her way out of the double doors, and covered her face with her hands, as tears after tears pour from her ducts.

“Y/N! Y/N WHAT THE HELL!” She could hear her boyfriend shout from in the theater, but she ignored it. She simply leant against the wall and sank. Sank to the floor.

“Y/N WHAT - WHAT - oh.” He stopped as he saw her state. Sunken. “What happened? What - is- is it movie?” He didn’t crouch on his knees to comfort her like she had expected him to, rather he just stood aloof.

She wiped tears from her soft cheek and laughed sardonically. “No n-.”

“Then what is it? Why are you -?” Bill asked, Y/N could sense the strain and panic rising in his voice. He waited for a few moments shuffling back and forth on his heels awkwardly as he awaited a response.

“BECAUSE!” She finally yelled, cutting the tension, causing more wet hot drops to squeeze out. “I’m TRYING NOT to be ‘selfish as always’ and I’m TRYING to brave, because I can see how much you love this but - but..” She trailed off, to have the things she have been thinking about over the course of the last year finally vocalize was a relief but she couldn’t help but to stop once she saw Bill crestfallen.

“But what?” Bill whimpered so quietly Y/N wasn’t sure she had actually heard it.

“But I can’t.” She said, pushing herself off the wall and standing up. Tears still streamed down her face and she could tell that her eyes were red and puffy, but she got up anyhow and left.

What Do YOU Want? Pt. 1

A Kwon Jiyong series ft. Kim Jiwon

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Word count: 2,500+

Summary: The most important person in the world to you can appear most often when you least expect it. But through everything, you can’t forget about you and your own happiness. Who are you happy with? Who is the best for you?

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 

Originally posted by peaceminus8ne

Your patience was wearing thin.

It had been nearly 3 weeks since you and Jiyong had spent any time together and it was time to address it. Since you worked during the morning/day at YG and then spent the early evenings in your studio, you made sure that you had all night free and you assumed Jiyong would do the same. But you were mistaken. Again.

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Magic Kaito Chapter 36 [English Translation]

Happy KaiAo day!

  • The danger divides two destinies
  • And Thief’s choice is…

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Your First Date with Steve Rogers

An: As requested by the lovely and amazing @a-girl-who-loves-disney  oy vey … this is so long. I’m so sorry, I guess I got carried away. Any who, enjoy :)

  • After Peggy, and the whole bombshell of being in the future, plus all the time Steve spends saving the world and at shield he never thought he’d find anyone ever again.
  • but he was wrong…
  • cause he found you obviously.
  • I don’t care about cheesy and cliché– it was love at first sight (for him at least)  and nothing can convince me otherwise!!

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His Human Mate - Part 3

Finally part 3!! So sorry that it took so long. So there is a short scene that describes torture, so if the triggers you, be careful.


You wake up alone and cold, locked in a cell. You’re dizzy, your head is throbbing, and everything has the hazy feeling of drugs.

“Did you get her, Soldier?”

“да, she is here”

You crawl forward, peering between the bars to the two people who are standing in the hall. “I have your next mission”

Bucky stiffens up immediately, “Ready to comply”

The HYDRA agent grins, “You are to guard Y/N Stark. Only I am allowed to touch her, understood?’

“Mission parameters understood”

“Good. Bring her to Lab 4, we have some questions for Ms. Stark”

You scream as another bolt of electricity tears through you. “I don’t know” you sob, “I don’t know anything!”

“You live with the most powerful people on earth, have observed them for months, you know their weaknesses, and I want you to tell them to me. What are the Avenger’s weaknesses?”

Bucky stands in the control room, constantly glancing at the door. You snarl baring your bloody teeth, “I don’t know anything! Even if I did, I would never tell you!”

Another shock rips through you, staling your breath, and making your muscles twitch uncontrollably. “I really hate to do this to you. I don’t want to hurt you, Y/N, but if you keep this up I will have to find more … creative … ways to get you to talk. How about a different question?” He crouches down so he’s eye level with you, “How do you kill the Asgardians?”

“I won’t tell you their weaknesses, why would I tell you how to kill them?”

HYDRA Baddie 1, as you’ve started to refer to him as, let out a chuckle, “I was hoping you’re say that! Soldier!!” Immediately Bucky stands up straighter, “Get me the tools.”

Your eyes widen as Bucky wheels out a table full of torture instruments. Straining against the metal cuffs, “I promise I don’t know anything!! I only met them a few days ago!”

“You are the only human in the tower, there is a reason you’re still alive, and I want to find out why. You’ll either tell me willingly, or I’ll find other ways to make you talk”

HYDRA Baddie leans down and grins, slashing his knife across your cheek. You’re exhausted and can already feel unconsciousness starting to creep up on you when you feel something brush against your mind. You lock eyes with Bucky, the only supernatural creature within range, but he only smirks an tilts his head toward the door.

Suddenly another mind brushes against yours, this one you recognize. Loki’s here, he’s in the compound, he’s come to rescue you.

I’m here, dove. Just a little longer

You look up at the HYDRA Baddie, “You’re gonna regret hurting me, you know”

He raises an eyebrow, “And why’s that? What are you gonna do?”

“She won’t have to do anything” Bucky’s growled before a gun fires. As soon as the HYDRA goon goes down, Bucky quickly gets the metal cuffs off you. “You’re alright, doll. Stevie contacted me, the Avengers are making their way here now.”

Your body pitches forward as soon as you’re unlocked from the chair, but Bucky quickly rights you, “How do you remember?”

Bucky chuckles, “Wanda did some of her long-distance magic, overriding HYDRA’s programing, it also makes me immune to the wipes. Stevie and I grew up together, so we can communicate over large-distances like most siblings can. That’s how I knew about the rescue”

He’s rambling, you can tell that he’s worried about you. Shit, you’re worried about yourself! You can feel your body going numb, vision hazy, and everything just kinda hurts.

The door to the lab bursts open and Bucky whips around, gun raised, but lowers it immediately when Tony and Loki are the ones who run in.


Loki slides down next to you, pressing gentle kisses all over your face, while Tony has JARVIS running scans. You bring your hand up, clutching at Loki’s robes, and burying your head in his chest, “Loki …”

“I am here, dove, right here” he whispers, rocking you gently.

“Didn’t think you’d come”

Loki lets out a low growl, “I shall always come for you, always, never doubt that”

You nod, and are vaguely aware of being picked up, “Stay awake, darling. You shall be healed. Anthony has already relayed your injuries to SHIELD”

You give Tony a breathy smile as you pass him, “’m tired. Gonna sleep”

Several voices quickly start shouting for you not to fall asleep, but the pull is too great, you can’t stay awake, so your body is quickly dragged into unconsciousness.

The first thing you notice when you wake up are the soft sheets that surround you, next is the annoying beeping of the heart monitor, and last was the hands that were encasing both of yours.

“Y/N?” Tony whispers

You must have moved or made a sound, but when you try to open your eyes it feels like they are glued shut.

Loki’s voice is soft when his fingers stroke your face, “Take your time, dove, don’t strain yourself”

With a soft grunt, you manage to peel your eyes open, “Water” you whisper.

Immediately a straw is against your lips and you take a few blissful sips of water, “Take it slow, I don’t want you to throw up, pup”

You pull away and offer both Loki and Tony a shaky smile. “Thanks.” You glance around the room, taking in the equipment that is surrounding you, “How long was I out?”

Loki sighs softly and sits on the edge of the bed, “You were asleep for 8 days, dove. Your body went into shock, you almost died. I – I gave you a transfusion of my blood, the healing properties were able to save you, however it sent your body into shock. A human is not equipped to handle the blood of a supernatural in large quantities.”

“Thank you, for coming to get me” you whisper.

Tony takes your hand and Loki pulls you into a tight hug, “Never doubt that we will come for you, my human. I will take on all of the armies in the Nine Realms for you.”

You let out a relieved sob, and cling to both of them. “I was so scared”

“I know you were, pup” Tony whispers, running his fingers through your hair. “Do you want to see the rest of the team? They’re on the communal floor”

You chuckle, “Yeah, I kinda wanna get out of this bed”

Tony’s eyes go comically wide, “J, did you record that?! It’s the only time Y/N will ever willingly leave her bed!!”

As soon at Loki wheels you up to the common room floor, you are rushed by the entire team. You quickly assure everyone that you are alright, and that there is no lasting damage. Bucky gives you a shy smile and a wave from behind everyone.

“It’s nice to see you again, Bucky. Glad to see that you’re finally home”

Bucky chuckles and reaches out to touch you, only to find himself pinned to the wall by Loki, “Don’t touch her” His growl reverberates throughout the room, causing everyone to take a step back.

“Loki! Put him down, he wasn’t going to hurt me!” You stumble out of the wheelchair that Tony had made you use, quickly wrapping your arms around his waist.

Loki whips around, tucking you underneath his chin, “I cannot have you here with all of these creatures, dove.”

“Take me to my rooms, we can watch movies, just the two of us” You whisper

Loki nods stiffly, “I cannot promise the safety of anyone who approaches Y/N” Loki spoke to the room, never taking his eyes off you, “I shall, hopefully, be more controlled tomorrow”

You glance over at the rest of the Avengers, “I’ll see you all tomorrow. By then he should be calm enough to let me be around other.”

Gently pushing you back into the wheelchair, Loki lets out one last growl before he heads to the elevator, “Come, my human. You need to rest”

You can’t help rolling your eyes at his protective behavior. The two of you had just started your courtship and he was already acting like this, you honestly couldn’t wait to see how much worse it will get. The Avengers are going to have an interesting year ahead of them.


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Part 4

Unlikely Love: Severus Snape x Reader

(Hi darlings! This is my first imagine and I couldn’t think of anything, sorry if its bad! Please request!) 

Your seventh year at Hogwarts approached, almost all too soon. Time seemed to fly by, it had only seemed like yesterday that you had sat down and professor Mcgonagall placed the sorting hat onto your head. It also seemed like only yesterday you began your student-teacher rivalry with professor Snape. You angrily remembered how you received a detention only on your third day at Hogwarts. You disliked him ever since… or at least you thought you did. You sighed and looked down at your new schedule for the year, and walked down to Potions miserably, already thinking of all the ways you were going to unintentionally get in trouble.

 Surprisingly, Snape wasn’t as terrible as usual for the first week of school. But the second week arrived, and the old tension between Y/N and the professor came back. “Miss L/N, you’ve attended this class for six years and you still can’t seem to read directions. Perhaps if you learn to read correctly, you’ll be able to do something right for a change. 20 points off of H/N”. Snape sneered, leaving you a flustered, embarrassed mess. “Kiss my arse,” you whispered, as he turned away to look at another student’s potion. He snapped back to you, looking quite more angry than he did a minute ago. “Excuse me?” He said, gazing down at you as if you were a mere housefly. “You know, I’ve put up with enough of this shit. I don’t care anymore.” You thought to yourself silently before looking Snape in the eye and hissing, “I said, Kiss. My. Arse." 

Immediately, you were thrown over his lap and next thing you knew, you were spanked extremely hard in front of the entire class. You covered your face in embarrassment as he said "This is for cursing to your superior,” right before he gave another hard whack. “This is for continuously making terrible so called potions.. and this is for being an embarrassment to your house and class.” You heard over half the class snickering as you slowly began to lift your head from your hands.”Another 30 points off of H/N and detention.” Snape said coldly. You quickly stood up and marched out of the room as soon as the bell rang. 

You sprinted to the great hall and slammed your bag down next to your friends, Fred and George Weasley. “YOU SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE!!!” You yelled angrily. “HE SPANKED ME! LIKE A KID! IS THAT EVEN ALLOWED?! WHAT THE HELL!!! AND STOP LAUGHING!” Fred was almost crying of laughter and George looked at you smirking, “Y/N, dear, calm down. You should have just yelled "Harder Daddy!” and he probably just would’ve let you go sooner!“ He stated. “Or perhaps, he would have made it a bit more enjoyable!” Fred chimed in, wiping the tear away from his eye.  

You didn’t talk to either of them for the rest of the day. 

 You marched up to Professor Trelawney’s classroom, still quite embarrassed from the earlier events. You took your seat and waited for the lesson to start. Trelawney waltzed in the room smelling of incense and began to tell the class what the students would be doing. “Today, my scholars,” she said in her wistful voice, “we will do something a bit more advanced. Haven’t any of you wondered who would take your hand in marriage? Who your beloved soulmate is? Which is why we shall look into our crystal balls and see for ourselves. Look deep into what you desire for a fulfilling relationship. Once you do that successfully, you shall see the first and last initial of your future lover, along with their birth year. Please begin.” With her words, you tried to focus on what you wanted in the future.

“Well, I want to be happy. I want to always smile with my loved one. I want us to rely on eachother. And… perhaps even a child too. I want nothing more than a beautiful, joyful life.” You looked deep into the ball and at last some letters had surfaced. S.S. with the birth year 1960. “What?! 1960? How old is this bloody man? Perhaps there’s a mistake?” You thought to yourself, trying to think of a person with those initials. After mentally going through anyone you could possibly think of that was older, you came to a startling thought. “Severus…Snape..?” You choked. Your friend turned you joyfully, as she and her crush received the other’s name. “Y/N? What was that you said? I didn’t hear. Say, who is your soulmate? Do you know yet?” She said without a care in the world.

“Oh, bloody hell. There is no way. Absolutely no way.” You whispered, slowly backing away. “Y/N? are you okay?” Your friend said, looking concerned. You sprinted out of the classroom. You ran for what felt like forever until you were in front of Severus Snape’s office door. You gulped, terrified for what might happen. But you had to know now. You knocked lightly and slammed the door open, looking down at the professor who looked irritated. “Professor, i’m sorry but I need to know right now. It’s urgent. What is your birth year?” You sputtered out, waiting for your dreaded response. Snape looked up, before sneering, “And why would you need to know that?” “Please professor it’s for a.. um.. project. For history of magic?” You said, with not one drop of confidence. “1960.” He simply stated. You turned quickly, grasping the door handle, thinking of how the hell this was going to work out. Suddenly, the door locked and Snape stood up, looking down at you angrily. “Miss L/N, I am not stupid enough to not know that you are lying to me. Now, sit down and have a drink.” You knew that the truth serum would be in your drink, but you sighed sadly and took a sip of the juice in front of you.

This had to be done sooner or later. The truth would always come out in the end. You took a few sips of the drink, waiting for the doom that was getting ready to bestow down to you. “What is your name?” Snape asked quietly. “Y/N M/N L/N” You said, without even having to think. “Why did you ask for my birth year? “Today in Professor Trelawney’s class we were studying soulmates and it turns out that you and I are going to fall in love and get married and I needed to make sure that it was you. Also, to be truthful, I don’t entirely mind this because I actually find you quite intriguing at times. I do hope we stop quarreling in the future.” The words spilled out of your lips and you weren’t capable of stopping them. Snape looked shocked, clearly that was not the answer he was expecting. He looked slightly pink in the cheeks and bent his head down, muttering, “My apologies. I thought it was going to be something against the rules. You are excused.” 

The rest of the year in potions was actually kind of enjoyable. Once you and the professor came to terms in that you two would somehow get married, he became kinder (not in front of other students of course). Time went by, slowly. Your relationship begun two days after you graduated. Within four years, you were a professor at Hogwarts, along with Severus. In another three years, you two would be married, students now confused when talking about you two. “Wait do you mean the girl Snape or the boy Snape?” And in just two years of being married, you would be expecting a child. Sometimes love and be expected. Other times, it happens with someone you wouldn’t even dream of.

“Hey darling, I just realized something.” You whispered, looking up at the ceiling while laying in bed with your husband. “What is that?” Severus whispered back. “You aren’t nearly as kinky as I thought you’d be. Remember when you spanked me in front of a whole class?” 

“For merlin’s sake, Y/N. You bring that up once a week.”

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Bidding on the Avengers (Part Thor)

F!reader x Thor

Read Bidding on the Avengers:

Part 1

A/n: First I want to thank everyone for the sweet comments on part 1! I also wanted to thank @sharknadoslut for helping me out! You give me the confidence to keep writing!

So I am  starting this auction off with Thor. This is pretty fluffy, and turned out much longer than expected. The reader will vary for each character. (I just think it’s more fun that way).

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Originally posted by marvelheroes


“Next person for auction, is the mighty god of thunder!”

Applause erupted from the crowd as Thor walked up on stage. It was obvious he was enjoying himself; smiling, waving, and winking at everyone in the audience. When the bidding started, the poor auctioneer could barely keep up. The more offers Thor got, the more showboating he did. 

He ripped  his shirt open buttons flying everywhere, and flexed for the audience. Who responded with loud cheers and whistling.


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Spanish Love Notes (c.m x reader)

hey!! thank you all for the feedback for Loud Mouth and our insecure! jared headcanons!! we would love to get more requests and we are currently working on the couple of jared requests and we even got a ben request!!! by the way, this story was so much fun to write considering we are latinas so we wrote this based on our experiences!

ship: connor murphy x latina! reader (this is a female reader!!)

requested: sí

warnings: cursing & angst

word count: 2248

In a town overrun by the English language, it wasn’t that hard for you to be recognized as one of the best students in your 8th period Spanish class. Spanish, being your first language, was like second nature to you. It was actually kind of difficult to explain things to your friends when you had initially moved there, because the use of “Spanglish” was so common where you came from. But, after a few years of living there, you were considered the go-to for answers in that class (even if you didn’t give it to them most of the time).

The Spanish teacher, Ms. Martinez, loved you, to say the least. She always called on you to read some lines from a book, even if you didn’t like to. Ms. Martinez just loved to hear you speak Spanish so fluently (unlike many of the other students).

But, not everyone was blessed with such talent. A boy by the name of Connor Murphy was considered one of the worst in the entire class. He never seemed to understand the concept, let alone actually care for it. No work was done or turned in, and he fell asleep in class a lot; he was the complete opposite of you. You were actually very glad that you didn’t have to work with him when it came to group projects, you felt like he would hold you back, and even ruin your ‘goodie goodie’ reputation. That is, until one day your teacher decided it would be great to give you some news…

The bell had rung one day, dismissing you to go home. But on this certain day, as you made your way out of the room, you heard Ms. Martinez call out to you.

“Y/N, darling, can you come over here for a second? And Connor, I’d like to see you too,” She said sweetly.

A few of the students that were walking out of the room began to make sly remarks about you being called by the teacher. You managed to ignore them the best you could, but couldn’t help but think; what could she possibly want to do with me and him?

“Is there something wrong miss?” You questioned nervously, trying not to take notice of the pale boy who walked up next to you.

“No no, just a request. Mr. Murphy here isn’t exactly the brightest when it comes to Spanish, as you may be aware of. Would you be able to tutor him over the weekend? I have this packet he needs to complete for extra credit,” She explained, as she handed a fairly thick packet to Connor.

He took the papers and looked at it in disgust. Suddenly, you saw him look back at you, and you gave him a polite smile, which seemed to throw him off guard a bit. You looked back to Ms. Martinez and say

“Alright miss, I’ll gladly do it,” You definitely did not want to mess up your reputation, so you decided she may owe you one because of this.

“You got to be fucking joking me,” Connor groans as he runs his hands through his hair. You decide to keep your mouth shut even though you would gladly have said no and walked away from this boy.

“Great! Why don’t you two just exchange numbers and get that done over the weekend? This packet is due next class, so I think that’s more than enough time,“ Ms. Martinez advised.

“Fucking bullshit,” Connor muttered under his breath, earning an eye roll from you.

“Will do miss, I’m sure we’ll get this done in no time!” You said sarcastically gleefully.

Connor, not wanting to be a part of the conversation any longer, walked out of the classroom quickly. This forced you into a position of having to chase him down the hall and try to get him number.

“Murphy! Wait up!” You yelled down the empty hallway.

He surprisingly came to a halt, and turned around quickly, shooting you a glare. Not wanting to make him wait too long you tried to speak as quickly as you possibly could.

“Look, I’ll just give you my number, and you can text me so I can have yours, got it?” You asked.

Without a single response, he reached into his pocket to get his phone, opened it, and handed it to you. You then put in your number, and saved yourself as “Y/N/N” in his contacts. Once you gave the phone back, he turned around, and you watched him make his way out of the school.

You sighed, and ran your fingers through your hair.

Well this is going to be, troublesome…

You had been home from school a couple of hours, trying to complete as much homework you could before heading to bed. Suddenly, your phone buzzed, notifying you of a text message you just received.

From- Unknown
hey its connor

Right after reading the message, you saved him into your contacts.

From- You
alright, then how about we talk about when we’re going to meet up?

From- Connor M.

From- You
how about sat @ 3? could we possibly do it at your house? my family is a lot to handle.

From- Connor M.

From- You
if you don’t mind I’ll need your address

From- Connor M.
k (Connor M. sent his location)

You rolled your eyes at how lazy this guy is, but locked your phone and continued on your work. But, you weren’t able to complete anymore of it because you mind was set on the day to come, and how things were going to work out; nervous to find out if any of the rumors you had heard were true.

Waking up early on Saturday morning was a normal thing for you, but today was so much different. You couldn’t help but think of what was going to happen when you were there. Occasionally, when he was especially upset, you have seen him lash out towards the teacher, and that alone scared you. Worrying too much was something that always happened, you got easily overwhelmed, especially when you had no one else to talk to. You spent your time laying in your bed and playing with the sheets of your bed before realizing you had to get going.

All this for studying.

When you looked at the clock, it was a quarter to 3. There was a deep pit in your stomach, but you tried your hardest to get settled and not let your nerves take over. You looked at your phone to check where his house was, and realized it was only a block away, so you decided to walk.

Everything will be alright.

You approached his house and practically forced yourself to ring the door bell with clammy hands. Anxiously, you waited for the door to be opened. You heard some heavy steps coming up to the large wooden door, and it was then opened very slowly. An unimpressed teen emerged from behind it, his eyes rested calmly on you.

Your cleared your throat before you were able to peep out,


Connor gave you a strange look, which made you calm yourself a little. Without a word spoken, he signaled you to enter his house. Hesitantly, you made your way through the door, and he began to make his way up the stairs, so you followed. The first impression you had of his room was ‘Oh my’. His room had one wall that was just lined with books; classics such as Jane Eyre, To the Lighthouse, and T.S. Elliot. You stood there in awe as you examined the beautiful bookshelf that adorned his wall, and how organized he was, even though he was not the cleanest, Connor was still able to keep things where they could be found.

“Are you just going to stand there like a fucking idiot?” Connor questioned, a bit of irritation in his voice.

You quietly laughed it off and placed your bag on his bed. Yet you still felt uneasy, you thought about the task at hand and threw the nervousness out of your head.

You’re strong enough, he can’t hurt you unless you give into it. Plus those are just some stupid rumors anyways, treat him like anyone else.

You toughened up, looked over to him with a grin and said

“Let’s get things rolling, shall we?”

Studying with him wasn’t easy, but it went a lot better than you had thought. It was just that every time you asked him a question about something you had just gone over, he would either answer like a smart ass or not at all. But one thing you did have was patience. You were willing to go over the topic again and again, and help him out as much as you could. That’s what you were there for anyways.

“Connor, perro does not mean parrot, it means dog,” You explained, giggling quietly

“Then why do they both start with the letter 'P’? Are you trying to say that I’m stupid?!” He began to yell.

“No Connor, you’re not stupid. It’s ok that you don’t know everything when it comes to Spanish. You can’t be good at everything,” You reassured him, as you gently touched his shoulder in attempts to calm him down.

“Just because you’re not good at Spanish doesn’t make you a failure, you just have other strengths. I can see you like to read, and that’s so amazing. I honestly would have never expected you to be one to read, but you obviously seem to enjoy it very much. Everyone has something they’re good at, no one is stupid. You’re far from that Connor,” You added on, hoping he would actually listen.

Connor looked at you in a way that you didn’t understand what he was thinking. He looked as if he were going to say something, but stopped himself and just calmed down after he took some deep breaths. The two of you had agreed on continuing, and each time he got riled up, he took a bit of time to calm down. Yet you never noticed it, Connor would occasionally look at you in slight admiration, feeling almost flustered that someone intelligent, patient (and quite good looking) was helping him out.


When I opened the door up for her that first time, she was a fucking nervous wreck, to say the least. She wouldn’t say a word, and she seemed so innocent. I’ve seen this girl all around the school, everybody fucking loved her to death, and she always had a smile on her face. I thought she was like everyone else I fucking knew. She had good grades, teachers loved her, she had so many friends, what could possibly be wrong with her life? She was perfect, but when it can to me, she probably thought of me as a freak, and I bet she was planning on telling her little fucking friends how much she hated me and wants to make me feel like a fucking loser. Because that’s how I thought everyone was going to be like.

But I was wrong.

She walked into my room (surprisingly) and looked at all my books. I couldn’t tell if she was going to make a joke about me because how fucking big of a nerd I was or if she actually liked classics. Then, right in front of my eyes, this girl became a totally different person from the one who just walked in. She looked to be a lot happier to be here, but I still didn’t know if she was playing tricks on me or not.

When we began to work, she was able to explain every little thing there was in the Spanish language. Hearing her talk was something I would have never thought I was have actually enjoyed. She spoke silently, but it was loud enough for only me to hear. She spoke so clearly and eloquently, I began to see why teachers loved her so much in the first place. Still, I wasn’t sure if she was doing this for her own benefit, or because she actually cared. My way of trying to find out if she was shitting on me or not was by being a fucking smart ass, or really how I always act (why would I want to be nice to some trick ass bitch). This didn’t seem to faze her at all, she explained and we kept working. But, I do remember she said something very important that made me think twice about her.

“…no one is stupid. You’re far from that Connor,”

If anyone else were to say this to me, I would have told them off right on the spot, and not listen to anything they would have wanted to say. But when she said it, I felt different. Everything feeling inside of my being got soft, I couldn’t understand why. To try and describe how I actually felt, it was as if I were a puppy waiting to be adopted, watching as all the other got to go to new homes, for then to finally one day be noticed by someone, and given new opportunities. I felt the need to try and say something, but I was never in these type of situations where someone was actually praising me for being, well, me. I ended up looking like a fucking weirdo because all I managed to do was open my mouth a few times like a fish out of water. But before anything could be said by me, she suggested we keep working. I would pay attention here and there, but I thought about doing something that I had seen done in some of the books I’ve read. But, every time I was paying attention, I would usually burst and get mad. And every time I did, she gave me a look that reminded me about what she had told me, and I was able to calm down so easily, which would never would have happened if I were with anyone else.

That’s because she wasn’t anyone else. She was Y/N.

Impressively, you two were actually able to finish up that packet in 3 hours flat. Both of you were really happy once you finished it, even though it only seemed like you were the only one who seemed to be celebrating about this accomplishment.

“You know, I usually don’t say things like this, but uh, thanks for helping,” Connor said quietly as he avoided making eye contact.

“The pleasure was mine, Connor. You’re a very smart guy, you have a lot of potential. I loved working with you,” You told him, as you pulled him into a tight hug. Connor, not having expected the embrace, tensed up, but quickly calmed down and hugged you back. You giggled, and let him go, as you gave him a very loving smile.

Connor smiled too, just not as big, but it was big enough to make you feel like a winner.

Getting back to school was oddly exciting for you that Monday. Since that day that you spent your time with Connor Murphy actually went well, you felt like you could have spent the entire day with him, maybe even hang out more often.

You were the first one to get to class, so you always had the chance to sit towards the back, where you liked to sit. Other people walked into the class, taking a seat in the surrounding desks, but you simply ignored them. But, one person you failed to notice coming your way was a certain Connor Murphy, who weaved his way through the tables, and all the way to seat next to yours. He sat down, and tried to act as if he weren’t there for you. When you looked in his direction, he was ravaging through his bag for something. Then, he handed a note over to you.

“I need you to, uh, proof read it,” He confessed, looking towards the floor.

“Oh, sure thing,” You said as you grabbed the note to take a look at it.

As you carefully unfolded it, and quickly read through it, not paying attention to what it actually meant. You turn to him and nod to let him know that it’s all correct. He got a good look at you and laughed a bit.

“Did you actually read it?” He questioned, still chuckling. As you gave him a questioning look, you turned your gaze onto the note once again, and read the words on the paper.

Q U I E R E S    S A L I R    C O N M I G O

Your eyes went wide. It was something you would have never expected in a million years, especially from him. It seemed like something that came straight out of a book.

W I L L    Y O U    G O    O U T    W I T H    M E

A blush creeped onto your face, and your hands were shivering from excitement. You dropped the paper in less than an instant, and scooted over to lock him into a strong embrace. Leaning your head close to his ear, you ecstatically whisper

“Sí,” and giggle softly as he (somewhat) hugs you back.

Coffee Shop Love [Part 1]

Words: 5155

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Angst 

Characters: Park Jihoon x Reader (Y/N = Your Name) 

Plot: This might sound like your typical Korean drama scenario (cue coffee prince) where a barista finds himself falling heads over heels for a customer and vice versa, or at least that is what Y/N thought. Who knew that she might actually have met her first love in a place as simple as a quiet coffee shop off the streets of Hongdae? 

A/N: Yup, I am back with another fully written one shot this time around! At first, it all started with the picture above that I had found on Instagram and a scenario just formed in my head right then and there. This took me about 3 days to write and proof read and I decided to gift this to all who have followed me despite my lack of activity or have liked and reblogged my content, despite the many other great scenario writers out there for Wanna One. :’) I shall not hold you back any further and happy reading! ^^

Warning: Side character death, Lost of a “loved” one 


“Good afternoon! Welcome to Angelinus Coffee House! What would you like to have today?” The cheerful looking teenager asked with a huge smile on his face.

Despite the cute greeting, it seemed to me that it was just not in his character to be so enthusiastic. However, I would not have asked it any other way. In fact, it was clear that he was one of the factors as to why this cafe was so popular in the area. Apart from the fact that they did have genuine coffee (as what my best friend claimed), but knowing her, there was definitely another side to the story and as far as I knew, it simply meant baristas who were, by her standards, “drop dead gorgeous”.

I did admire him for a bit, but snapped out of my reverie quick enough to focus on the menu instead and throw off some suspicion that I had been probably stared endearingly. Unfortunately, the menu encompassed a total of 5 boards, ranging from the usual coffees to teas to frappes and to smoothies. It was confusing to say the least and it did not help that there were at least 5 different types of coffees such as a Brazilian coffee, African coffee and many many more.

In fact, if one thought the variety was confusing enough, the teas were even worse. It probably had 10 times more items than the coffee menu, ranging from the traditional English Breakfast to exotics like a certain Earl Grey Lavender tea, ingredients imported from France and England.

“You seem a little confused,” the barista spoke again and I felt my cheeks getting a little warm the moment he pointed out my obvious confusion, “I’ll help you then!”

“First thing’s first, coffee or tea, or even something more on the frappes and smoothies?”

“Uh… I-I like sweet stuff so perhaps a f-frappe?”

Oh no Y/N, why the hell did you just stutter?

“Oh, that’s nice! I love frappes too! So would you prefer caffeine based ones or would you like some fruits to freshen up and spruce up the up and coming summer season?”

“Caffeine based would be good. I’m here to meet a friend to study actually and I hope that’s okay. My friend’s a regular, but she’s not here yet, so I figured that I would come in and order a drink first. For her, she would like the Vanilla Latte!”

The barista nodded his head with a smile and tapped in the order immediately with his fast and adept fingers into the cash register. I was not sure whether it was the exhausted me talking but he actually did look good when he was focused on his job.

“And for you, I have one last question for you,” He continued, making eye contact again, “Would you like something that tickles your taste buds or would you like a safe bet instead and see how the cafe fairs? You have not been here before so it’s only right if you try something that you are familiar with. We champion for comfort and satisfaction!”

I laughed at the last sentence, probably a bit too loudly, and he chuckled too with a cute smile and he looked as if he was grinning from ear to ear while his ears got redder and redder.

“Now that you mention it… Perhaps I will try the Vanilla Mocha Frappe! I just realised how much I drink those at the usual cafes so I shall have that!”

“No problem! You made an excellent choice and it’s usually the one which coffee critics come back for and oh, would you like a cake to complement your orders? Simply top up 4000 won each and you can earn yourself a cake, cupcake or even a brownie topped with some homemade artisan ice cream!”

“Thank you very much, but I think we would put that on hold first. Personally, I’m still a little stuffed from lunch…” And after I said that, I felt myself blushing once again and cringing at how much information I had spilled to this stranger of a barista. Yes, I was known to babble a whole lot but not this much to a stranger! Any more information and he would probably have known where I came from, which school I attend and probably what I wanted to be when I grow up.

“No problem! That will be 12,100won and please take a seat! I will attend to your order right away!”

And that was what I did, I paid him the exact amount and took my place at a booth seat in the corner of the cafe. I would not call it a quiet corner, considering that it was right next to a floor-to-ceiling window panel facing the street, but it was surely conducive for learning.

The sunlight was about right and perfect for Instagram pictures of food, treats and drinks. Furthermore, it had just the right music; chill with a little summer vibe to it, and it had just the right level of noise. It was not filled with endless chatter like the chains of Starbucks and Dunkin Donuts, combined with the endless whirring of the coffee machines and loud discussions of projects by both college students and businessmen. Here, they only had the latter, coupled with a few students who were either going to study or catch up with friends and should I say a visually attractive barista too?

I proceeded to take out the work that I had brought from my bag, laying it out on the table neatly, but I took notice of the barista again and this time, he was preparing my a Vanilla Latte for my friend who would be coming in later. He was already finished with my drink, to my surprise, and all that was left was the whipped cream that was said to be imported from Japan.

It was obvious that he knew what he was doing and handled the complicated machine skillfully. Based on what I had known from the Angelinus branch here in Apgujeong, they had invested in a handmade coffee machine. It had a chic and simple design with lots of different buttons and mechanisms (that I was probably bound to destroy if I was the one making them). In fact, he made the job of being a barista seem like he was also an artist, and that was also shown when he put his skills into making the perfect coffee art for my friend. To me, it was not clear what it was and all I saw was his hand moving in a smooth zig-zag motion at first, before ending off the entire demonstration with a straight line down.

Once finished with the finishing touches and the whipped cream, he placed the drinks on a tray and was ready to bring them to me before I heard an extremely loud and boisterous call, “Y/N-ah!! Wow, you sure are early. Sorry for the wait and hi Jihoon-sshi!!”

I buried my face in my hands laughing, as all the other patrons shot her looks of surprise, with some snickering, but she did not seem to bother and just walked straight for the booth seat before sliding in and taking out her stuff immediately.

“I’m sorry I took so long. There was a train delay at my place but I’m glad it wasn’t like the major one where lines 1,4 and 6 broke down. Trust me, if I wasn’t wearing these stupid shoes, I would have ran here. Hope we can get some stuff done today and have a productive one ahead. Wow, I’ve missed you and it’s been so long?? I’ve not seen you since… January? Or perhaps even Christmas?”

“Hi Y/F/N! Here are your drinks. One vanilla latte for you and one vanilla mocha frappe for you.”

That was obviously Jihoon, and he laid the drinks neatly towards the edge, so we would not have any chance to hit it away, together with some brown napkins and a straw next to mine. When we glanced at one another, he shot a smile and gave a small bow, saying, “Enjoy!” before heading back to his station and entertaining the rest of the customers with the same enthusiasm that he had greeted me with.

“Dude, could you just stop being so obvious? You’re literally shooting heart eyes at him.”

I blushed immediately at the comment and looked at my friend, only to realise that she had raised an eyebrow while shaking her head. However, her lips only curved up into a mischievous smile and said, “I know he’s adorable and let me just be really honest, he reminds me of you sometimes so hit me up if you want me to be your cupid!”

She gave a wink and I returned a glare, telling her to focus on her work instead as I turned on my laptop while she took her textbook and opened to the right page in order to attempt a History assignment (or at least that what it looked like) that she had been given. According to her, it was going to be graded and it was clearly an assignment that had probably caused her to pull her hair out at times. Then again, despite her playful tendencies, she was hardworking and incredibly intelligent so I believed that she would have no problem, if she stopped worrying.

“Alright, let’s focus, shall we? We’ll do it in blocks of 45 minutes, take a break and who knows, we might be able to purchase some cakes later too!”

After the rather productive study session, I found myself going back almost every single day. Sometimes, I did not come back just to study, but I found comfort in the ambience of the place. Jihoon was still there, skillful and attracting all the teenagers as usual, and I managed to catch some other baristas as well. There were quite a number and it was clear that they were pretty good friends and their names were Hwang Minhyun and Ong Seongwoo especially, who seemed to cater more for the college students and fresh graduates.

Sometimes, there were live music performances by the two baristas, Kim Jaehwan and Ha Sungwoon, who belted out hit after hit and it was not a surprise if all the patrons who sat there questioned why they would become baristas instead of pursuing careers to be a singer or an artiste. Apparently, Jaehwan had a couple of busking gigs in Hongdae, Ewha and Gangnam, and was pretty well known.

Indeed, it was almost like my third home when I just needed some quality me time. When I needed to study for a test the next day, discuss group projects or when I just needed to seek some comfort from all the CSAT stress, it was a perfect place to relax and unwind. Occasionally, I would nod off as I buried my head into my jacket that I had placed comfortably on the counter. Of course, there were times I felt like they were going to chase me out soon (these handsome boys definitely had peak hours) but it never happened.

In fact, when I did wake up, I would be greeted with a drink and a muffin or a cookie, depending on whether my drink was hot or cold. It could range from Americanos (which I did not like very much) to fruity, refreshing smoothies to matcha lattes to frappes or even hot chocolate. However, when it was a cold drink, there was always a note on a receipt which had my supposed order with encouraging messages and notes.

“There is no rainbow until there is a storm so hang in there!”

“I know school’s tough and it might not always go your way but keep pressing on, work hard and let’s walk through the path of flowers together.”

“H.O.P.E = Hold on, pain ends.”

Indeed, it never failed to bring me a smile to my face and sometimes the occasional giggle when the lines looked like it was something off a Tumblr dashboard. However, it baffled me on who could have given me the drink. It was impossible for me to order because I was in my beauty sleep and despite asking the baristas at the cash register, they would just shrug and shake their heads, but I did catch a glimpse of a smile once, but put it off because that would be impossible.

I tried to stay awake once to see whether this Mr Mystery Coffee Buyer would show up again, but it turned out to be different baristas whenever I went. There was no pattern and there were no repeats of the same drinks. Sometimes, it was also considered to be the “Secret Menu of the Day”, which was only meant for members of the branch. My friend had conspired all sorts of theories, including one that it might just be the baristas, but I played it off because to me, that was only a scenario which was too good to be true.

It either happened in romantic comedies, sappy Korean dramas and fanfictions. Sure, it might have been inspired from a real life encounter, especially for the writers, but it was a rare case and I surely did not want to think about any of that right now. Jihoon was only an eye candy, I would tell myself, but perhaps my body was telling me a different thing; my heart flutters when he smiles, together with the formation of butterflies in my stomach and there are times when time does not seem to matter as he puts his artistic talent in gastronomy to good use.

There was a day, however, when I had received a Chemistry test back, only to realise that I had barely passed it. I studied hard, I really did, but the results clearly did not have anything show for it. I did not cry in front of my classmates, but I sure felt like my heart had been smashed into smithereens, impossible to repair. I had wasted sleepless nights, experienced cram school programmes and even night studies, only to get such a score.

And once again, I found myself back at Angelinus Coffee. Jihoon was there, together with Minhyun, Jinyoung and Woojin. When Jihoon did wave though, I did not wave back due to the many thoughts that surrounded me. It was as if a yoke were on my shoulders and it did not help that the CSATs were a mere 3 months away.

It determined our future, our lives and where we would end up in. Friends around me were doing pretty well, scoring As and Bs and here I was, scoring Ds and Es. I did not really know what was in store for me anymore, but what I do know is that I could just use some pretty good me time; all on my own in the quaint little cafe which had grown to be a part of this difficult high school journey and I took my usual seat at the corner of the cafe, not facing the street this time around but the wall and as I placed my head onto my jacket, I could feel the tears threatening to fall and it did. There was no will in me to fight it and perhaps it would be better to let it all go.

Little did I know that I would fall asleep, and I was soon awaken by a soft tap on my shoulder. It was gentle, light and I almost did not feel it, but when the taps continued, I opened my eyes and squinted to get used to the dim light around me but I was greeted with a blanket around my body, a takeaway cup and a barista in front of me with a broom in his hand and face inches away from mine.

Yup, that was Jihoon and why would I be expecting anything different right? I nearly jumped out of my skin and I’m sure he got a shock when I woke up too.

He cleared his throat a little, before stuttering and telling me that the cafe was going to close for the night. I furrowed my brows and took a glance at the clock on the wall, only to realise that I had been sleeping for the past 5 hours, packing my stuff in a hurried manner and was about to leave with my steaming hot drink in hand and my books.

“Wait!!” A shout was heard and I turned around, only to see that Jihoon had changed out of his attire and also looked like he was ready to go home. Now that I looked at it, I could not help but chuckle a little at his quirky fashion out of his usual work attire. It was stylish in terms of the pieces that he had put together, but the colours were pretty striking to say the least. He had a pair of black sneakers with mismatched neon shoelaces, a yellow mustard shirt, black pants (the only normal thing in the outfit) and a red and white plait with some streaks of brown and grey.

“I-it’s late and I’m sorry for not waking you up earlier so that you could go home before the sun set. Don’t worry, I’ll walk you home.”

“I-it’s alright Jihoon-sshi. I’ll be fine!”

“I’m not sure how well you really know this place Y/N but it really isn’t safe. Trust me, there’s a reason why we close at 9.30pm.”

Looking at his expression, it was clear that he was serious and this was unlike the Jihoon that I knew, serving drinks and serving customers with a bright smile on his face. For some reason, I could see the slight sorrow in his eyes as he spoke, but he quickly turned away and told me to wait for him while he went to the back and packed his things.

“Let’s go!” He said in a chirpy tone once again, and he was back to the cheerful Jihoon I knew.

Once the cafe was locked up, we took a relatively quiet walk to the nearest bus station. I was walking on the side of the road initially, but Jihoon told me to switch places, saying that it was truly not a safe place around here in the night. In fact, it was clear to see why; the street lights were quite dimly lit and it was full of dark alleys which seemed to lead into nothingness and mystery. In addition, the only activity around were bars and late night eating places.

Drunken shouts and laughter could be heard in the far distance and Jihoon placed his hand on the small of my back, pushing me forward slightly. As we walked, we started to talk and I found out a little bit more about him, which was surprising to say the least.

He was a 3rd year student in the prestigious Seoul School of Performing Arts and he was apparently taking Chemistry (the same as I did), Math, Geography and Literature, while majoring in modern dance as an art form. I then proceeded to ask him how he was able to balance his work and school life, considering that he was not around only on Tuesdays and Thursdays. He further elaborated that he was surprised he could even pass the years and I found out that he was a smart and intelligent boy, only scoring As and Bs for all subjects, including his art form. He said that he liked to listen to music too (which we found out we had similar tastes in) to relieve the stress and visit the arcade occasionally during the holidays with his supposed best friend, Jinyoung.

“Which bus do you take Y/N?”

“8604! My home is about 5-6 stops away from here!” I replied.

“Oh I take the same bus! We can go home together then!”

I smiled and nodded as we continued to sit there in comfortable silence and he continued to scroll through his social media, while I sat there and did the same, responding to the encouraging messages that my friends had sent to me. It was already late, but it still managed to brighten up my day and I was probably smiling subconsciously as I read their messages and jokes that they had sent to me in order to make me laugh.

Unfortunately, there was a question nagging me at the back of my mind. When I looked at Jihoon, he had already put his phone back in his pocket and continued to admire the city lights and the night scene around him, occasionally glancing to the right to look out for the bus. He had an aura of sadness around him, like he was actually carrying an invisible weight on his shoulders.

The once comfortable atmosphere became a little tense and sad. There was no other words to describe it other than tense, awkward, some stress and sorrow.

“Hey.. You alright?” I asked and Jihoon’s shoulders jumped a little.

“Y-yeah.. I’m fine. Just thinking, you know??”

His smile was a sad one, like something that he was trying his best to keep on his face to throw off any form of thinking that he was suffering on his own. I turned away to look for the bus, before glancing worriedly at my watch. The bus was usually fast and frequent but it did not seem to be showing up at all, and it was impossible that we had missed the last bus.

“Do you want to know why I was so worried Y/N? I know you were a little uncomfortable when I had insisted on bringing you home. Trust me, I’m not a stalker.”

“I know. Don’t worry about it! I’ve just never had anyone been so insistent, and don’t worry, with a face like yours, there’s no way that I would have suspected you to be a stalker.”

Wait, why the hell did I say that?

He actually laughed at my statement, before asking in a joking tone, “You know you should never judge a book by its cover right? Now I see why I needed to accompany you home, especially when you seem to be naive and gullible.”

“I-I’m n-not.” I stuttered and I felt my face going red for the nth time that day. I did not know what was it about Jihoon, but he sure had the talent for making a girl’s heart flutter and skip a beat with his gentle and soothing voice.

“I was just kidding,” he laughed before continuing, “Anyway, all jokes aside, I feel like you deserve an explanation as to why I was so… protective back there, especially since we have not known each other very much.”

My eyes turned to face him (after I had got over my embarrassment) and gave a nod, signposting for him to continue his story and whatever he needed to tell me.

“His name was Kwonhyeop and he was my high school senior. Not only did he have a unique name, but he was also unique in terms of his personality too. We came from the same neighbourhood, went to the same school and eventually became pretty good friends. Sometimes, he was not just a close friend, but also an older brother whom I could rely on in times of need. When I needed help in my Math homework, he would help me solve them and when I needed some money for lunch, he would provide it for me, without asking for anything in return.”

“He was a smart boy, and it was pretty clear that all the teachers loved him for just being himself. Girls chased after him occasionally, but he had made it clear that he wanted to focus on his academics first before thinking about the next phase of life and where it would lead him.”

Jihoon took a deep breath, as if he was trying to control his emotions and continued, “We walked here together once, after our interview at Angelinus Coffee, where I work now. Unfortunately, who would have thought his life would have ended so shortly? We were simply walking to the nearest bus stop and we just had to bump into a bunch of drunkards who drank so much they reeked of alcohol and smoke especially.”

“They told us to watch where we were going, but we ignored them and walked faster, but it was to no avail before one of the guys grabbed Kwonhyeop all of a sudden and pulled him into the alleyway. I tried to follow and even fought with the burly men in order to attempt saving my friend. I was not strong enough, and that served as my biggest disadvantage, because the last thing I saw was a wooden plank coming straight for my head.”

And at this point, I could hear the slight sniffle and how his voice has become more airy, showing how much choked up emotions he had stored within him, “And when I woke up, I saw him sitting opposite me, but his head was down and he had obviously been beaten up into a pulp. When I stood up, the world started to spin and I felt a certain warm liquid cascade down my temples but I ignored it, more concerned for my friend who now sat beside me.”

“Indeed, he was barely breathing and had clearly suffered multiple stab wounds in his back and he also had a gaping hole in his stomach. God knows if I let out a strangled scream but someone walking past did hear me and called the relevant authorities, but everything had passed by in a blur as the passer by told me to calm down and that everything would be alright. As the time ticked by, I knew better.”

His sniffles were more obvious now and soon, Jihoon was letting out choked up sobs. He did not need to say any more because it was clear that his friend, Kwonhyeop, did not make it through the ordeal. The latter was clearly someone whom he had depended on and looked up to, but he was taken away from him in the most tragic of ways. Hence, it justified his story pretty well and I could see the fear in his eyes as he relived his memory for the sake of providing closure.

I did not know what to do, so I followed my natural instinct and grabbed his neck, putting his head on my shoulder as the tears continued to roll mercilessly down his cheeks and his breath got more and more shallow. I felt like my blazer was going to be drenched soon with his tears, but it did not matter anymore. Jihoon had protected the naive me from the cruelty of the world out there by protecting me physically, and it was only right if I did the same, except that his was to protect his vulnerability and moments of weakness; more on the emotional side.

Of course, I provided him with tissues and he took it sheepishly before apologising, saying that it must have been awkward for me to hear such a traumatising story, but I shook my head and proceeded to rub small circles into his back as a form of encouragement and comfort. It was clear that he needed someone to be there for him, but apart from his “family” of baristas, I suppose he needed someone different for a change and it was probably too personal to go around sharing with anyone without any solid reasoning.

“Oh, the bus is here.” He said, wiping the remains of his tears and flagged for the bus. I, too, did the same and we boarded the bus together, smiling at the bus driver who greeted us with a bright and cheerful smile.

And we were back again sitting in comfortable silence, but I did not realise that Jihoon had, in fact, fallen asleep; probably exhausted from crying. Suddenly, I felt something hit my shoulder with quite an impact and I turned to look, only to be faced with Jihoon’s auburn brown hair. It was weird definitely, because he was actually taller than I was when we stood up and my shoulder must have been quite a distance from his head if he wanted to sleep just like that. I adjusted my shoulders a little bit and he adjusted his head, finding the most comfortable position and rubbed his head against my shoulder.

Also, it was only then that I had noticed his “god-given” features. He had doe shaped eyes, long eyelashes, a small (and adorable) nose with heart shaped lips that seemed to be tinted with a light peach coloured lip balm. He had good skin too and it was probably as smooth as a baby, to the envy of all girls.

When they said that God was fair, I suppose it did not really apply for Jihoon, apart from his tragic past. It must have been hard for him to go through such emotional stress, but he still put on a smile and seemed like the happy-go-lucky and adorably awkward barista that the town probably knew.

I did wake him up at my stop, and he was surprised to see that he was actually sleeping on my shoulder, blushing slightly and apologising that his head must have been heavy. I shook my head, and subconsciously went to ruffle his hair and he blushed even more with his ears and cheeks becoming the colour of a cooked lobster.

He walked me home anyway and we engaged in small talk with an easy going nature. It was clear that he was finally at peace and I could not have been more thankful that he was back to the Jihoon that I knew. I would not say we were exactly friends, but we knew each other to joke around, laugh and just enjoy each other’s company. Furthermore, I suppose the fact that we were the same age really did help to get to know each other better.

“I’m home,” I said with a smile on my face, “Thank you Jihoon-sshi for bringing me home. It was great getting to know you better and thank you for the hot chocolate too.”

He only nodded and smiled while scratching the back of his neck and walked off, before asking, “Wait!! Can I…. uh… have your number?”

“S-sure,” I replied and God knew why I was still stuttering, “No problem at all!”

“Y/N-ah,” and I hummed while typing my name and my contact into his phone, “Thanks for listening to me. It’s been a long time since I opened up my feelings like that and I really appreciate it. It makes me feel a whole lot better and hopefully, I’ll see you tomorrow?”


jayilave  asked:

OKAY! I saw that your accepting prompts and was wondering if you could do a platonic Lance and Pidge?! I love them so much <3 If you do end up doing this one (You don't have too, I was just thinking about them by chance when I saw your post) then maybe just like them having fun and them saying they remind each other of their siblings?? Ending up crying and hugging or something?? Love your work btw

ok, so I had this whole thing typed up before, but then my computer glitched and I’m pretty sure that I lost a piece of my soul when the entire thing was erased. I had to just..NOT focus on this for a while, but I’m finally gonna tackle this again. (fyi, thank you so much for the piece you did base off of my spy au!)

“Ok. we can do this. we’ve spent the last 4 hours to get to this point, I just need to know…are you with me?” Pidge asks, completely serious as she looks to Lance, who nods his head in agreement. they both look back to the hologram, the game that they’ve been playing none stop for hours on end to get to the final boss.

“let’s do this.”

“pidge jump! no! yes! now go and-”

“Lance watch out for that attack! no no no no, don’t jump! yes! aha!”

“Pidge use the sword now! yes! Yes! YES YES YES!!”



the final animation begins to play as Pidge and Lance whoop and holler, Pidge jumping up and tackling Lance in a hug as they laugh and cheer over their victory. Lance retaliates with a bear hug of his own, rolling onto his back and dragging Pidge with him onto the floor. Pidge tries to jab him in the side to make him let go, but all it did was make Lance do his own jabs, laughter spilling out of both of them as they roll around on the floor, each trying to tickle the other as much as possible to make the other concede defeat. by the end of their impromptu tickle fight, both were heaving on the floor, still giggling at each other very chance they could.

Pidge can’t remember the last time she laughed this hard, having to hold her sides from how much they hurt. she rolls over and looks at Lance, who has somehow managed to sit himself up on the bed, taking in deep breaths to try and stop the bursts of giggles that come up between every few breaths.

wait. she does remember the last time she had this much fun. it was when her brother and dad were still on Earth. they had a game night the night before they had to leave for kerebros, they all ended up laughing the night away, trying to get in as much family time as possible before they had to be gone for a year. but then…then the galra took her father and brother and they were still lost out there. Pidge’s once happy mood went somber, thinking about where her father could be. she knows that Matt is out of Galra hands, but she still has no idea where either of them are. she can’t help but think about her mom, and how upset she was when the garrison told them that their family was dead.

‘I wonder what they told my mom if they told her at all? she must be worried sick about me.’ Pidge thinks to herself, curling up to try and hide away from that train of thought. ‘I could have called her before all of this happened. let her know that I was alright. now she has no one there with her. why didn’t I call her? I just left her all alone without any answers, and now I don’t even know when I’ll get back, or if I’ll even find Matt and dad. what if we never go back home? what if my mom never knows what happened to any of us?’ Pidge is shaken out of her train of thought by someone’s hand on her shoulder, she looks up from her hands to see Lance above her, looking worriedly at her, all sense of laughter and happiness gone.

“Pidge? you okay?”

she wants to say she’s alright; that she’s fine. but she knows that it’s a lie, and she’s not sure she’ll be able to speak without her voice breaking with the sob she’s holding back, so she simply nods her head hoping that Lance will take that as an answer.

“Pidge, don’t lie to me. what’s wrong?” dang it. why does he have to be so good at reading people? why can’t he just leave her alone so she can handle this herself? why does he have to be so caring? Lance reaches down and wipes away at something on her cheek. oh. she’s crying, she didn’t even realize it, but now that she knows, she can feel the wet tracks down her cheeks as she continues to silently cry. finally, the sobs that she was trying to hold back came flooding out, racking her body as she bawls her eyes out, a hand reaching for Lance although she’s not sure

Lance scoops her up from the floor and carries her over to the bed; positioning himself in the corner with her in his lap, held close to his chest as she continues to cry into his shirt. he doesn’t complain though, he rubs her back in soothing circles with one hand, the other carding through her hair. she cries for what felt like hours, the tears stopping and leaving her dry heaving, trying to catch some sort of air to sob out as the raw emotions that she’s worked so hard to keep in the back of her mind run their course and leave her an emotional wreck. holding on to Lance as if he’s the only thing keeping her there in the present.   once she finally quiets down to sniffles and gets some control over herself again, Lance asks “feel better?” she’s not really sure, still drained from all the crying, shrugging her shoulders. “okay, just take your time, I’m right here if you want to talk about it. just take your time.” she nods her head in thanks into his shoulder, not wanting to look up from the fabric. Lance shifts around to lay down more, dragging a blanket over the two of them while Pidge holds on tighter to his shirt, not wanting to let go.

it takes her awhile to finally gets herself to say something, her voice raw and quiet from all the crying, “I miss my mom.” Lance starts to card his fingers through her hair again, giving her a hum in response showing that he is listening. “I just left. no explanation. no call. I just left her without anyone there to look after her.” she chokes out, tightening her grip on Lance’s tear stained shirt. “what if we never find my family? what if we never-”

“I’m gonna stop you right there, okay? I promise that we will find your father and Matt. I promise to get you back home to your mom. and besides, I’m pretty sure your mom is going to be alright; I mean, someone had to have taught you to be such a badass, and no offense, but I’m pretty sure you didn’t get it from your dad.”

Pidge lets out a wet chuckle, thinking about how Lance was right. her mom is the strongest person she knows, she’ll be okay. Pidge lets go of Lance’s shirt and wraps her arms around him, “ Thanks, Lance, I needed that.” she can just imagine the smile on his face for being able to help her through her breakdown. they stay in the calming silence for a few minutes, Pidge stifling a yawn as she tells him “ you remind me a lot of my brother. he used to do this whenever I got really worked up over something.”

“ I did this a lot with my little sisters whenever they were upset about something. I’ve even done it for my older sisters. ou remind me a lot of them, especially Maria, you bot have that stubborn drive to anything you put your mind to. it usually ended up with her getting in more than a few fights, but she always held her head high no matter what.” Pidge can’t help but smile at the image her mind supplies of a young girl sporting bruises from a fight, but smiling like the sun anyways. Pidge tries to stifle another yawn, unsuccessfully.

“It’s okay Pidge, get some rest, I’ll be right here.” Pidge sluggishly nods, the exhaustion of the day and from the emotional turmoil catching up to her. she doesn’t have to wait long as she’s slipping into sleep moments later, Lance still running his fingers through her hair, and a simple tune being hummed between them.


viola! I love me some Pidge and Lance platonic bonding, especially when it comes to family. I hope you enjoy it! thank you so much for the prompt!


Originally posted by livingstills

Prompts: “I like your laugh”

“What other hidden talents do you have?”

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?”

“Are you sure it’s safe going out in the wood’s today?” Merlin asked as he trailed closely behind you as you both walked down the corridor from Gauis’s workroom. “Gauis said we’re supposed to get a storm.”

You looked over your shoulder to him and smiled, throwing your cloak over your shoulders and tying the red string.”Merlin, I don’t think a little rain will kill me.”

“Perhaps I could go with you?” He offered, moving sharply to stand in front of you, blocking your pathway.

Your eyes went wide for a second when he suddenly appeared in your sight but you gave him a sideways look. “You’re acting very strange,” You pointed as you took a step towards him, placing the back of your hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling well?”

Merlin’s eyes met yours and his cheeks suddenly heated up, adorning them with a light pink hue. “N-No?” He said with an embarrassed laugh.

“You’re warm, perhaps you should go back to Gaius,” You suggested as you withdrew your hand. “I think you might have a fever.”

For fear of embarrassing himself further, Merlin nodded silently and quickly walked passed you, tripping on his feet as he did so, causing you to send him another worried look.

“…I meant to do that.” He covered quickly, straightening himself up and clearing his throat as he walked away at a fast pace.

Merlin kept his gaze locked on the ground until he was safely out of your eyesight before he crashed into the nearest wall, leaning his head back on th cool stone and placing his hands over his eyes as he sighed.

“Well,” A voice called obnoxiously, causing Merlin’s eyes to shoot open as he saw Prince Arthur standing a few feet away from him with his arms folded and a knowing smirk on his stupid face. “That was pitiful.”

Merlin groaned as he pushed himself from the wall. “How much of that did you hear?”

“All of it,” Arthur said as he gave him a look. “I also thoroughly enjoyed the part where you tripped on your own two feet.”

Merlin adverted his eyes and toyed with his scarf, opting to stay silent instead of making the whole situation worse for him.

Arthur raised an eyebrow at the absence of some clever remark that usually came after his teasing. “Come along, I have a coat that needs to be mended.” He called as he turned around and started walking in the other direction.


Though Merlin was grateful for distraction in repairing the many tears on the seams of Arthur’s hunting coat, he could help but be worried for you. The wind had already started to pick up and howl against the panes of the castle windows.

The clouds were swirling in a more moody shade of grey, and after only a few moments, rain started to fall and leave wispy patterns on the clear glass.

“Then whenever you’re done you can take my sword to the armory and-” Arthur stopped talking whenever he realized Merlin was staring blankly at the window. “I suppose I’m talking to myself then?” He asked as his voice rose.

Merlin’s attention slowly snapped back to the blonde prince and he blinked. “Sorry, we’re you talking to me?”

Arthur looked at him sideways. “No, actually I was referring to the unicorn in the corner of the room.” He said with a sarcastic tone. “Yes, I’m bloody talking to you. You’ve been giving sad eyes to the windows since you stepped foot in this room,” He stood from his chair and walked to the other end of the window. “So, tell me what’s wrong with you.”

Merlin’s eyes shot to his for a moment before they drifted back to the window. “It’s (Y/n), she’s out in the woods collecting some herbs for Gaius, and I can’t help but worry.”

“Because you fancy her?” Arthur asked, although he was well aware of the answer.

Merlin’s nervous laugh escaped his throat as he scratched the dark hair at the back of his neck. “I-I dunno if I’d call it that, but I do worry about her well being.”

Arthur rolled his eyes at the awful attempt of a lie his friend was trying to pull. “I highly doubt a little storm could hold back our (Y/n). You have nothing to worry about.”

Merlin smiled and was about to thank him when a large roll of thunder sounded in their eyes and lighting flashed clashed across the sky. Now it was Arthur’s turn to laugh nervously. “I’m sure she’s on her way home now, don’t worry.”


Merlin didn’t say much for the next hour, trying his best to quickly get all of his work done so he could go see if you had returned safe and sound. Arthur must have noticed the nervous fidget of Merlin’s movements because it didn’t take long for him to dismiss him and practically push him out of the door of his chambers and telling Merlin to say hello to you on his behalf.

Merlin jogged his down the staircases and corridors until he was finally at the door of his and Guias’s room. He took the opportunity to catch his break and fix his hair, making sure his clothes looked presentable and pulled open the door.

Unfortunately to his dismay, Merlin was greeted with the empty room instead of you sitting by the fire with Gaius as you read another book listening all the medical herbs in the kingdom.

“Gaius?” Merlin called out as he stepped inside, checking for any signs of you being there.

“Here!” Came his voice from the adjoining room. “You’re early.” The older man said as he dropped a pile of books onto the wooden work table.

“Arthur let me out early.” Merlin said as he walked further into the room, trying to hide the fact that his mind was racing and trying to figure out where you could be.

“Before you ask, no she hasn’t returned since I sent her off.” Gaius said as he raised a hand and sat down on his bench.

“But shouldn’t that worry you?” Merlin asked his hands tightly wound together and apart as his mind went.

“She’s a grown woman who is more than capable in handling herself, sit down and wait with me.” Gaius said as he opened one of his books. “Light a few candles for me and try to calm yourself.”

Merlin quickly set about his task, shamelessly using magic when his hands kept fumbling the matches. Thought he eyes darted to the door every time he heard a noise, thinking you would appear.

Gaius continued to assure him of your safety, explaining you often liked to take your time in the forests regardless of the weather, once even telling him how in nature is where you felt the most at peace and calm.

Merlin finally came to rest as he sat down opposite Gaius and rested his head in his folded arms, head facing the door so he could keep watch for you.

Time passed and Merlin felt his eyes growing heavy as the fatigue from the day started to catch up with him. His eyes were closed for a maybe a minute or so when the door finally creaked opened.

Merlin was up in an instant and his heart leaped when he saw the embroidered swirls in the deep crimson of your cloak and the woven basked you always carried brimming with colorful flowers and plants.

You turned around and looked at them. “Sorry, I’m so late,” You said through breathless pauses as you dropped the basket next to Gaius. “But I was able to find everything you needed and then some.”

Gaius let out a delighted chuckle as he searched through the herbs. “I must say, you are the best at what you do.”

You removed the hood of your cloak and Merlin finally realized the state of your appearance.

Your hair was dripping from the rain and strands of it stuck matted to your forehead. Your cheeks were rosy from the cold and he could see the rise and fall of your chest as you caught your breathe.

Though despite that the smile was ever clear on your face and Merlin could see the glimmer to your eyes.

Gaius cleared his throat when he saw how intently Merlin was looking at you. “My dear! We should get you a warm cloak and I’ll have Merlin make you something so you won’t get a cold,” He said, taking your arm and pulling a bench closer to the fire.

Merlin immediately went to the draft cabinet without having to be told and found exactly what would help you before taking Gaius’s place beside you.

“I shall be in the other room if you need me.” Gaius said as he handed Merlin a dry brown cloak to give you as he let yours up to dry.

Merlin turned to you and handed you the medicine. “Did you have any troubles on your adventure?”

He heard a soft laugh leave you as you downed the earthy-tasting liquid. “Not at all, it was nice to clear my head.”

Merlin smiled and moved to stand behind you as he placed the cloak over your shoulders. “Now let’s hope you don’t catch a cold.”

“Would you take care of me if I did?”

“Of course, m'lady.” Merlin mused as he bowed to you. “I live to serve.”

That brought out a proper laugh from your lips and it made it heart jump.

“I rather like your laugh.” He thought aloud and you both shared a tender smile before his eyes caught sight of your hands.

They were a little dirty and you had several cuts on the knuckles of your fingers. “What did you do?” He asked in a concerned tone and he gently sat down again, taking your hands in his.

“Oh just a few small scratches from some thorns, don’t worry too much.” You said before laughing at the expression he gave you.

“I’ll have to patch you up then, won’t I?” He asked before assembling some gauze and few soothing salves before quickly returning to your side and tending your hand.

You watch him carefully wrap up your fingers without trying to hurt you. “You’re good at this, any other hidden talents?”

Merlin laughed and shook his head as he tied the final piece of gauze. “If I ever figure them out you’ll be the first to know.”

He examined his work, and without realizing it he had lifted your hands and kissed the bandages, something his mother often did when he injured himself.

You didn’t mind but the instant Merlin realized what he’d done he apologized profusely before you calmed him down.

“I really didn’t mind.” You said to him with an assuring smile before you turned your attention to the fire.

Merlin’s heart fluttered in his chest and his head felt dizzy. Had he just really kissed you? Sure it was simply on your hands but that still was an act of affection he bestowed upon you.

In his adrenaline rush, Merlin turned to you. “(Y/n)?”

You hummed to let him know you were listening, and it wasn’t till your eyes met that he asked you something that had been on his mind for some time.

“Would it be alright if I kissed you?”

You were taken by the question at first, never really expecting him to say it you of all people. And before you could even open your mouth, he was stuttering over apologies.

“Wrong moment-I have horrendous timing, I’m really sorry, forget I mentioned it-”

You couldn’t help but smile before you leaned over a placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “No, I don’t think I’d mind it at all.”

Merlin had the most shocked look you had ever seen on a man and you had to stifle a laugh. “I hope you have a good evening, and tell Gaius I shall return his cloak tomorrow.”

He didn’t say anything but his eyes followed yours as you approached the door.

You turned around and smiled at him. “Goodnight, Merlin.”

Merlin waited until he was absolutely certain you weren’t coming back his hand found the place where your lips made contact on his skin and a smile appeared on his face that was bright even the rain clouds couldn’t dim.


An Eomer Fanfic

Based on Imagines found here and here.

Eomer had always told himself that he didn’t believe in love at first sight.

That was until he saw you.

You were filthy and weary from having chased after orcs and Uruk-hai for several days without rest, but it was clear from the set on your shoulders that you were used to this sort of travel, standing your ground with the other three travelers you were with, a determined set in your eye.

Eomer hardly understood it then, after all, more important things were on his mind, but you stayed there, like a shadow, so he was not surprised when he saw you again.

Except for when his heart almost stopped at the sight of your wounds.

The battle for Helms Deep was over and you looked utterly exhausted sitting on a crumbled stone, your hand dripping blood, but you did not seem to notice.

Eomer had rushed over.  "Are you alright my lady?“

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One Too Many

Originally posted by totallybenbarnes

Pairing: Drunk!Sirius Black x Reader
Summary: On a night out with the Marauders, James bets Sirius can’t down more than seven shots of Beetle Berry Whiskey. Sirius, never backing down from a challenge, accepts, and the effects are near catastrophic for the reader.
A/N: I couldn’t resist clingy drunk Sirius. Enjoy lovers xxxxx

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The Walls Come Down (Charles Xavier imagine)
  • Requested by @craving-horans-hug : Oh my gosh please do a Young Charles Xavier imagine!!! Could it be that the reader has healing powers and she’s training with Charles and she suggests that she may be able to heal his spine and allow him to walk again?
  • A/N: Here is it ! My first Charles Xavier request ! It’s quite long (as usual) and I’ll admit , it is probably not my best work (but my point of view is pretty biased considering I never like what I write ;) )
    Also, there is a bit of science in this so feel free to skip that part if you get bored :P
    Hope you enjoy !

« One more time, Y/N »

The Professor, beside her, was observing the woman’s hands. Just in front of her, in the large garden around the school, were a dozen of whitened roses. Sitting cross-legged on the grass, her palmed were raised toward the once beautiful blue flowers. She had discovered, at a young age, that she had the ability of healing damaged organisms. While Charles believed her powers to be vast and useful, not yet at their full capacity, the most she could do was delaying the inevitable death of the dozen of several plants growing in the garden. Each week she kept training with the Professor, and each time she kept growing more frustrated.

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Hands to Yourself

Jon x Sansa fic for @ricewithfries. Thank you for your donation to fight Nazis!

Request: spies (playing off this drabble)

“How about you keep your hands to yourself?” Jon says, giving Baelish a shake. He’s light, easy to manhandle. That’s why the guys call him Littlefinger.

Staring back at him with her arched brow and pursed red mouth, it doesn’t look like Sister Stone will thank Jon for the intrusion—what he thought was a rescue, when he rounded the corner and found Baelish pressing her into the White Stag’s clammy stone wall. His blood is up, but even he can see she’s unimpressed. Annoyed even. Somehow he’s ended up the jerk.

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This is something I write for Porco’s birthday because I got emo xd This is smtg I always wanted to see happening in manga but thanks to Isayama and his love for time-skips, we couldn’t. If you want something you should do it yourself, right? Gods, this is my first fic so pardon all my mistakes. Enjoy!

Topic: Warriors’ mission years from Porco’s POV

Word count: 2000++ ( To you, 2000+ words from now)

Characters: Basically Marley cast + a bit of Ymir

He knew he was the one that’s suppose to be chosen.

He knew he was the one that should’ve go to that island next to his brother.

He knew he was much better than that crybaby.

He knew it all, yet he was the one they left behind.

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A Cursed Birth Pt. III

Part 1 - Part 2

Miraculously, the culprit was found out and captured only a few days later. An old crone   of a witch dwelling on the far end of the capitol apparently had placed the cursed on the princess through agents acting as lower servants, thus allowing her to always know the status of house affairs. It was through one of these spies that the witch had been found and now she was to face judgement for treason as well as life the curse from Princess Galadra. Emperor   Gavius had her brought to the throne room and chained down before the   royal family.  Dressed in rags, she cackled softly to herself as The   Emperor, Toric, Galadra, and others entered the chamber. Spotting the heavily pregnant princess assisted by the Crown Prince the witch began to laugh hysterically.

   “ Hah! It seems her highness is a bit overdue,” the crone mocked, “Such a pity, too! What a lovely baby she would have born!”

   Toric’s face turned red with rage and he drew his sword, ready to   end the witch’s life right then and there.

“Toric, no!” Galadra cried from her seat but he paid her no head and headed toward the laughing witch. A number of guards rushed towards the   Crown Prince to hold him back including the Captain of the Guard.

    “No, my Lord!” the captain cried as he struggled to contain the Prince, “She is needed to lift the   curse, remember? If you kill her then all is lost for the Crown   Princess!”

   “Toric, calm yourself,” The Emperor thundered, “or I’ll have you in chains as well!”

   Toric closed his eyes and exhaled in an effort to bring himself   down. They were right: if he were to kill that witch then there   would be no chance of them helping Galadra. Seething, he turned and stood beside his wife but never took his eyes off the old hag. Gavius cleared his throat and addressed the   criminal before him.

   “ If you value your life, you will remove this…evil hex from   the Crown Princess,” he stated,  “If you want your freedom, you will   tell us who you are working for!”

   “I work for no one!” the witch spat, “ This curse was mine and   mine alone. To hell with the Royal House! Punish me and I’ll curse the   whole, damned lot of you for generations to come. Why, when I’m finished   with all you Royals you’ll only wish it was just the Crown Princess  who  was damned!”

   “Remove the curse,” hissed Toric, “or else.”

  “Or else what? Death? I’ve lived for hundred of years! Death is a   blessing and I welcome it! Gods be damned, give me death!” the witch   began to laugh hysterically.“Do you not think my sister-witches and apprentices will continue the work I have begun? Yes, please your Highness: kill me!”

   “Death at my hands is no blessing!” the Prince raged. “Spare my wife and child and I may spare you a hellish death!”

  “ No ‘hell’ you can conceive of,” the hag chuckled, “ can even compare to the Nightmare I will create for the Royal House. Your infamous temper, your ‘Darkness’ as they call it, has no effect on me, prince.”

Toric scowled at the mention of his moods but said nothing.

  “Please!” Galadra slowly rose from her throne, holding her pendulous stomach, “ I beg of you,   return my child to a normal size and let me give birth! Name your price   and it is yours!”

   The witch scoffed. “You have nothing I want, but watching you beg is quite entertaining, sweetie!” She gave Galadra a wicked, toothless grin. “Perhaps I can have a little enjoyment after all!”

Toric turned to his wife and gently took her arm. “My love please,” he urgently whispered, “ let me handle this! You shouldn’t even be here in your condition!” But the princess simply ignored him and continued.

   “If you do not lift this curse then…Then…” Galadra tried to look as imposing as possible in her weakened and heavy form.

  “Then what?” sneered the witch. “ You’ll get that monster of a   husband of yours to kill me? So be it.” Toric growled but Galadra did   not pay him mind. She looked the witch in eye as she spoke.

“…Then you will be given a fate worse than death. You will be   confined in the Spire. You are  familiar with this?” The witch’s  triumphant grim melted off her wrinkled  face as she heard mentioned the Spire. There was a wave of murmur through the court as the crone’s resolve wavered. Now it was Galadra’s  time to smile. “ What a  horrible way to exist: sealed off from the  world, no magic, no  companionship, nothing but hunger and thirst  yet…immortality as well.  Your magic can not save you in the Spire and I am  positive there is room for you in the highest point of the palace!” she gave a bitter laugh. “ I and my child  may die but you,  Witch, you will never have that pleasure unless…”

    The crone’s face twisted in rage. The Princess was right about the Spire: the highest tower of the royal palace was also a place of eternal torment. Endowed with the ancient magic of the first Wyvern Lords, the Spire was a place where time flowed in strange pools. Those placed in its holds lived in a constant state of immortal suffering and it was especially savage to those magically inclined. To the witch, it was the bane to all like her and despite her power she truly feared an endless existence in the Spire’s lofty point. She did not   want to concede defeat so quickly, however. Seething with anger, the Witch   spat her next words.

“ I’ll let your labor begin, Princess,” she pointed a finger at Galadra. “Oh, that I can give you!”

  Suddenly, the princess’ mid section was seized by powerful   contraction. Galadra cried out in a mixture of agony and fright as the pain rippled down over her stomach and angrily clenched around her womb, turning it into a solid mass of pressure and torment. She gripped throne’s armrests behind her as something finally gave from deep inside; a large torrent of water burst from between her bent legs and ran down   the steps of the throne’s dais. There were gasps of shock and horror from the assembled nobles who had come to witness the trial of the witch and instead were treated to the sight of Princess Galadra’s waters finally breaking after over a year. Panting, she looked down in horror at the water   pooling beneath her on the floor. Her labor had finally begun. Her eyes fluttered and felt herself begin to swoon.

The entire Royal Court erupted in panic as a number of guards rushed in to the chamber and  fell  upon the cackling hag. Galadra’s legs slowly gave out and she slowly began slumping to the floor before Toric swooped in and caught her  from behind. She gave a low moan as another pain began to swell up inside.

“Galadra!” Toric commanded, “Galadra, look at me!”

“Please!” the princess cried, “It’s too big! Toric, I can’t do this!”

  “I’ll let you labor but I cannot make that…child of yours  any   smaller. How you’ll get it out is another matter!” the witch laughed   as  she was restrained by guards.

   “Fix this or I’ll handle you myself!” Toric screamed in anger as   he held his wife. The Darkness was back once more, only this time he felt empowered by its presence, and not even his father or Galadra could control him. Most would have quaked in fear   before the Crown Prince in such a mood but the hag was unfazed and gave   him a defiant look.

   “I hope they both die in childbed,” she hissed, “and if my magic   runs it course then I will have my wish! Spire or no: The   Princess and child shall die!”

  Galadra let out a wail of grief and pain as she held onto Toric for support. The Crown Prince was blind with rage, yet despite this he knew his wife had to   be taken from the Throne room: his main duty right was taking care of that   crone and having her save his child.

    “Get her to the bedchamber!” he barked as a number of servants   and guards came to Galadra’s aid. The princess groaned in pain as   another contraction took hold of her. She felt herself being carried by a number of people, and as she was escorted from the throne room the   witch’s cackles filled her ears.

“Good luck, your Highness!”


Galadra panted as another contraction seized her swollen belly.    For the past ten hours she had been in an agonizing labor, five of them spent pushing    in vain, and now her worn body knelt upon all floors in her bedchamber.    There were a number of people in the room: the midwife and her    assistants, healers, mages, and anyone else who might have been able to    aid the princess in her perils. They did everything in their power to    help her birth the overdue child, but no position or incantation budged    the cumbrous babe from it’s resting place inside Galadra’s womb. As the hours    passed the situation grew more grim and now the main task was making    Galadra comfortable as possible until a decision was made.

   “Please,” the Princess moaned, “ just save the baby. I beg you!”

   The midwife knelt beside Galadra and wiped the sweat from her tired brow as a healer put a vial of potion to her lips.

  “ We’re trying, your highness,” the midwife softly replied.    “We’re trying to save the both of you. This baby needs a mother.”

   “ There’s not hope for m-!” Her words were swallowed a ragged howl of pain. Galadra arched her back downwards as another    pain came, her ample stomach pressing against the floor tiles, and the    pressure in her womb was unbearable. She groaned, exhausted with effort, as    she bore down on the massive child knowing that it would accomplish     nothing. The baby’s head pushed against her aching cervix but could not   pass through due to it’s size. The midwife looked at the healer   gravely,  who responded with the shake of the head. Motioning one of her    assistants to see to the laboring princess, the midwife stepped aside    with the healer and spoke in hushed tones.

   “ We have to make a decision soon,” she whispered, “ The Princess    doesn’t have much strength left. Another hour may kill her and the    child.”

   “ Without the Crown Prince’s command?” the mage asked in horror. “ If anything happens to her, it will be our heads!”

  “There’s no time! We’ve called for His Highness to be here but     he’s still seeing to that damned witch! We must make the right choice.   The Emperor will protect us in our actions.”

   The mage still shook her head. “ I don’t want this on my hands,    but if it were up to me I say we save the Princess. His Highness needs    her more than a child, and there will always be others.”

   “ You know the Princess wants us to save the child, though. If we    were to sacrifice it to spare her, I fear she may never recover…"   the  midwife looked over at the struggling girl kneeling on the floor. One   of  them would have to die, she thought, but that’s a choice no one   wanted  to make.

   Galadra wearily turned to the girl tending to her. ” Where’s…Toric?“

   ” He’ll be here soon, m'lady,“ the girl replied as she rubbed Galadra’s aching back. ” We’ve sent for him to come.“

   "I need him…now…Ooooohhhh…..”

  Galadra lowered her head to the floor and a long, low moan poured from her mouth. Another contraction was wrapping itself around her body, a python of torture constructing itself on her aching torso. She tried to focus on something else: her husband, her family chateau in the Eastern Cliffs, the palace gardens…but nothing penetrated the thorny fog of agony clouding her mind. There was nothing but the pain, the pressure, and the trapped baby. She gripped a hand to her sweat-soaked stomach and felt the hardened muscles beneath the skin as her womb tried to push the baby into the birth canal. The baby kicked in response; was it tired as well she wondered? Was it as close to giving up as she? Finally the contraction released its iron grip and for a blessed second she was allowed respite. Galadra sluggishly lifted her head and turned to the young apprentice.

   “…I need to…walk…Please…”

   The midwife’s assistants gently hefted Galadra to her feet and  gave her support as she weakly waddled the floors of her chambers. Her entire body  was bathed in a sweat which forced the billowy fabric of her shift to  cling to her skin and accentuate the curve of her heavy abdomen. As they  slowly walked across the room she noticed the royal birthing chair off to the side and was reminded of the crib in which her child would  have been placed. Her heart fell upon recalling the memory; her babe would never  be  placed inside. She would never rock her child to sleep in her arms, or sing to  it one   of the lullabies she knew. She wanted to scream in anger over  the   unfairness of it all! What did a little baby, not yet born, do to    deserve such a fate? Her bitterness once again was interrupted by another merciless tightening.

    Galadra cradled her stomach while the cruel contraction rolled  over her. The ordeal was becoming too much for her mind to bear; in her frustration and anger she broke away from the assisting ladies and wrapped her   arms  around one of the large bed posts. The urge to push was truly   unbearable but she was at her wits end and delirious with pain. She dug her nails into the hard wooden post, leaving indentations that would remain for years later; a visual reminder of her endless torment. Her face twisted in rage and the pressure within her belly mounted. Galadra roared in distress as she bore down, knees bent and   legs open.

“Please!” she screamed, “Just get it out of me, goddamnit!”

The head ground against her pelvis, putting her in terrible   agony. Her vision blurred from the excruciating torture on her body, her lungs suddenly gasping for air as consciousness began to ebb away.  It was   all too much for her to endure at this point and the princess found herself sliding down the post as her strength gave out.  Quickly she was carried  to the bed and placed upon the silken sheets while  the midwife poured  cold water on her face to revive her.

“Your highness, you highness! Stay with us, please!”

   “We have to act fast,” the mage tensely said to the midwife. “ All these contractions and pushing will kill them both!”

“ What do you expect us to do?” the midwife hissed as she wiped the face and chest of the pitiful princess with ice water, “ The Crown Prince was summoned hours ago, and has been repeatedly! I refuse to make this choice without him here!”

“His Majesty the Emperor has given his word, Midwife,” the mage replied. “ Whatever we decide to do will be protected under his orders.” She looked over Galadra lying on the bed. The water was slowly reviving her from the depths of suffering.

  “ Please,” Galadra moaned as she tried to focus, “ Save…my baby…please…” She ran her hands over the drum-tight skin of her belly and thought about the child she would never see. Even in the midst  of pain she could still feel it moving inside. It was alive and had a better chance of surviving this ordeal; she would give her life to let it live. Toric would have to understand…and accept their child without resentment. She looked up at the midwife with bleak eyes.

“You have to save the baby. Please, I don’t care if I die: just save my child!”

   “ Your Highness…” the midwife softly said, “I-”

   She was cut off as the bedchamber door opened and a serving girl rushed into the room.

   “His Highness, Prince Toric, is coming!”

  “Finally,” sighed the mage.

….to be continued.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm so in LOVE with this blog! Your fanfics are wonderful! And sorry to bother, but may I have "I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours, i know you dont work here, but can you help me?" (Last one on the bakery prompts list) with Ryan, please?

hoo boy was this the prompt for me. as soon as i got this i was like ‘i can’t wait to write this this is every fantasy ive ever had’ as a bakery student who is in love with ryan. please ignore the fact it gets weirdly personal. also i absolutely may write a part 2 if i get to a point where my inbox is empty.

“Arggh!” you yelled in frustration to the empty kitchen. Yet another of your employees had called in sick. Why did it have to be today? You had one of the most important orders of your career to fill in the next few hours and you were the only one at your bakery today to make all of the brownies for the client and also deal with in-shop customers. To say you were stressed was an understatement. Just as you contemplated shutting up shop for the day to focus on the order you heard the bell that signals the entrance of a customer rang. You sighed and went out into the front. You couldn’t imagine what a mess you must’ve looked with flour all your face and chocolate covering your apron. Not to mention the fact you looked like you were about to burst into tears at any moment. It must have shown to the customer as his face looked concerned as you greeted him. 

“Are you… okay?” he asked. You tried to smile and put on your customer service voice but the day had broken you.

“Honestly? I am the furthest from okay you could possibly imagine. I have a massive order to fill and I have zero staff and I’m honestly considering giving up my lifelong dream of owning a bakery to instead move to Alaska and live off the rest of my days in a cave with a family of wolves,” you said, not really caring how much you sounded like a crazy person. 

“Er, I’m really sorry to hear that. Should I go?” the customer asked, sounding extremely confused.

“Sir, I know I don’t know you and that you probably just came in here today to get some donuts or something but I have to make ten pans of brownies in the next couple of hours. I know you don’t work here, but can you help me? I’ll pay you, I promise,” you pleaded with the stranger, overwhelmed by the current stress you were feeling. He seemed to take pity on you as he smiled.

“I mean I don’t know shit about baking but sure, why not. You look like you’re about to collapse, do you want to sit down?” he said, coming around to the other side of the counter.

“There’s no time for sitting, but thank you so much. Seriously, I owe you big time. I’ll give you double my usual employee wage. I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll pay for your first born to go to college. I’ll -” you said frantically, practically dragging the poor man into the kitchen before he cut you off.

“Okay, before you promise me something ridiculous how about you take a minute to just breath,” he said calmly. You stopped and took a deep breath. His calmness somehow seemed to relax you slightly. Just slightly.

“Good, feel better?” he asked. You nodded and he chuckled. “Now, why don’t you tell me your name and exactly what it is you need me to do?”

“Y/N,” you said, feeling slightly ashamed that you hadn’t even bothered to introduce yourself or find out his name.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N. I’m Ryan. Now you said something about brownies?”

You felt yourself regaining your confidence as you showed Ryan around the bakery, explaining each piece of equipment and going through the recipe for the brownies.

“So think you can handle it? It’s not a difficult recipe and I would be able to do it myself if I had bigger equipment. But I’m just starting out here and can’t afford the good stuff yet,” you said. You glanced at the clock on the wall, noting how little time you had left causing your anxiety to return.

“I think I’ll manage. Let’s get started then, shall we?” Ryan said cheerfully. He grabbed one of the aprons off the hook, slipped a hair net over his head and walked over to the sink to wash his hands.

Wow, I still have to nag my employees about the basics, you thought to yourself. You headed over to the sink too, and then got to work measuring out ingredients. For while you worked quickly and quietly, too stressed to think about making conversation, but after you got to a good pace and you felt confident you would get everything done on time you started to relax a little.

“So Ryan, what do you do for a living?” you asked, looking up at the man covered in flour. You smiled to yourself at the sight.

“I’m, uh, in entertainment,” he said, sounding slightly suspicious.

“What kind of entertainment?” you asked, trying to sound friendly and not at all concerned.

“It’s a little weird, so don’t judge me,” he said sheepishly. Your mind instantly thought he must mean adult entertainment and you felt your face heat up.

“Ah, well, no of course not. I don’t judge. You can do, do whatever you want. I’m sure what you do is, is well appreciated,” you stammered awkwardly, looking down at the brownies to avoid eye contact. Ryan was confused for a moment before realising what you meant.

“Oh, no it’s not that!  Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I play video games and record it and put it up on the Internet for people to watch,” he explained. When you looked back to him his face was also tinged pink. You relax at his explanation.

“Oh! That’s pretty cool actually,” you said.

“So, what made you become a baker?” Ryan asked, attempting to change the subject. You sighed in relief, smiling at the question.

“Baking is something I’ve always loved. I used to bake a lot of my grandma and my mom when I was younger. We were always a baking family but no one ever went into it as a career except me.” You paused to make sure you weren’t boring him, but he looked genuinely interested. “In high school I wanted to be a scientist; I loved biology and chemistry. A real nerd,” you laughed, “but when I got to college I just hated it. I don’t really know what changed. So I dropped out. That’s me, college drop out.” You sighed, thinking back to the hell you went through in college. “And my parents just said ‘okay that’s fine that you dropped out but you’ve got to pick something to do with your life’. So I went to bakery school,” you finished, smiling to yourself.

“That’s pretty awesome, you know. Not many people have the guts to give up on the sensible path to pursue their passion,” Ryan said, impressed. You blush at the compliment.

“Thank you,” you said. You giggled as you noticed his face covered in flour, walking over to him with a towel. “You know, the flour goes into the bowl,” you chuckled, wiping his nose.

“What, you mean covering my face in flour isn’t part of the recipe? I can’t believe my grandmother lied to me as a child,” he joked. Standing so close to him you noticed how blue his eyes were, looking softly into your own. You blushed and stepped away, moving back to continue working.

The next few hours passed quickly with you and Ryan working and joking together. He was incredibly funny; you couldn’t remember the last time you had laughed so much. You guessed that it came with his job. He was also insanely handsome. You were too stressed when you first saw him to really appreciate his looks but now that you were more relaxed you couldn’t help but admire his strong arms when he lifted heavy equipment and his smile made your stomach flutter when he laughed. You pushed the thoughts to the back of your mind as you focused on getting the order done on time.

Surprisingly you finished with plenty of time to spare and now all you needed to do was to wait for your client to come and collect their brownies.

“Thank you again, so much, for helping me today. I can’t express with words how much you’ve done for me. Let me get you some money for your time,” you said, heading towards the storefront to the cash register.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want your money. I had a lot of fun today,” Ryan said, putting his hand on your wrist to stop you from getting money.

“Are you sure? I’ve taken up a lot of your time,” you asked, eyes full of concern.

“Very sure. But if you really want to repay me then let me take you out sometime,” he said grinning. You were taken aback by his request.

“You want to take me out…on a date?” you questioned, slightly confused. Ryan chuckled, lightly placing his hand on your waist.

“If you don’t mind,” he said quietly, leaning his head down close to yours. His eyes flicked between your eyes and your lips, questioning. You bit your lip.

“I’d like that,” you said, and Ryan closed the gap between you. His lips were soft and gentle against yours, and all too soon he pulled away. He gave you his phone to put your number in and headed towards the door, waving goodbye as he left. You grinned and giggled to yourself once he had gone, all previous stress you had felt earlier that day completely melted away.

corpse groom | min yoongi au

summary: after your death, the man who believes himself to be your husband is relentless in his pursuit. 

genre: smut/romance

band member: yoongi from bts

based off this song from the corpse bride 

death!au, corpse bride!au, reader!victor, yoongi!emily, 

warnings: deals with the concept of death, the afterlife, and the creators. this is just my interpretation of the movie and is not meant to offend any religion who believes in something other than this for the afterlife. if it somehow does, please send me a message so that i can improve this story without offending any culture or religion!


Your annoyance seemed to fade with each step forwards into the forest. 

The serene silence lulled your indignance. A soft breeze brushed your hair behind your ears and you found yourself, for the first time in days, smiling without force. That heaviness of your chest seemed to lift, blowing like billows of smoke up into the white sky. Beneath your boots, snow crunched into footprints, deep and with purpose. 

For once, you could breathe- away from parents, away from families, away from that devilish marriage you were meant to entertain a thought with. Your eyes were tired yet wide, barely registering the sights before you. You hadn’t slept in days, maybe. Hadn’t eaten in days, either. How could you eat when your future was being pried from your cold fingers? The idea of marrying someone whom you’d never met, of devoting your life and womanhood to a man who was an impeccable nuisance. He expected a wife, kids- for you to stay home to be both. Your heart yearned for more. Real love was amongst your desires of life. 

Paused, you found yourself stood before a clearing. Tree branches stuck out from the ground, of different shapes and sizes, while the tiny round tops of stone peeked out from the snow. You’d never gotten this far before. You wondered how long you’d been walking for. 

Pursing your lips, you continued forwards, collapsing tiredly onto a clear-cut stump.

Thoughts of your overly-exhausting day came flooding back. You caught yourself thinking of the manner of Victor, the kind but annoyance of a fiancé. He discussed his ideas of children with such an eager manner, your stomach felt ill. He expected three, one right after your wedding night. He expected you to give all, especially the dowry. Yes, he seemed quite eager about a dowry. 

Money is what drove these insanely mundane people. Your parents, wanting to climb the social ladder by marrying you off to the red-haired supposedly wealthiest family in your town. Well, if they were so wealthy, why did his parents seem so excited about the prospect of the dowry? 

“Mmm,” you mimicked their snotty voices, “’shall we discuss the… hmm.. prospects of marriage?’“ Pushing yourself to your feet, you rested your hands on your hips, ignoring the bite of cold on your noise. “‘Yes, my dear’,” you continued, spinning around to the short stump, which quite perfectly imitated Victor, your fiancé’s father. You gave it a kick. 

“With this hand,” your initiation of Victor’s nasally voice was, in your opinion, fitting, “I will lift your sorrows.” 

Twisting your shoulders, you reached out to shake a bony branch. “Your cup shall never empty, for I will be your wine.” 

The vows were incredibly cliche. You had hoped you would be able to write your own, someday- vows that didn’t sound as if you were sentencing your future to some somber death. Lowering yourself to your knees, you bent at the hips before a branch, outstretched through the snow. Your gaze flickered to the engagement ring, sparkling and small on your finger. 

“With this candle,” you twisted the ring, a size too tiny, from your hand, “I will light your way in darkness.” 

A cold gust of wind brushed your hair behind your face, caressing your cheek softer than a lover could. The hush whisper of the forest life quietened, as if all the creatures were now stopped, listening to you profess your undying devotion for a branch. 

You slipped the ring onto the wood. It fell until it hit the snow, resting there comfortably. 

With this ring, I ask you to be mine.” 

Somehow this escapade had made you feel… better. Marriage to a branch would be better than to Victor, and perhaps your vows, sad as they were, could one day be said positively to someone who you felt true love for. Sighing, you sat back in the snow, falling backwards into the clouds of white. Your body felt chilly but your heart was at ease, beating softly within the ribbed confines of your chest. The sky looked so beautiful then. You wished you could stare at it forever. 

You weren’t sure how long you laid there, poised in ice and breathing slow. Your eyelids felt heavy and your limbs tired, weighing pounds, sinking into the snow. A long sigh escaped your lips, and after a moment of hesitation, your eyes fluttered shut, finally at peace. 


It felt so nice. You hadn’t had a nap that peaceful since weeks ago. 

Smiling softly, you moved your arms from their spot, stretching your sore legs. 

Almost at once, you realized something was different. Your body was no longer cold. You couldn’t feel the breeze of night, or the tiny noises of woodland creatures. Your eyes flew open and you shot upwards. What you beheld was not snow, or trees, or the darkness of night. 

You were in a room. A nice one, at that. It had been decorated simply, a vase of dark blue roses by your bed. And your bed- you jumped to examine it quickly, only to find that it was shaped as a coffin, though with more luxurious cushioning. A silk blanket had been draped over your frame; it slipped to the ground in a puddle when you stood. 

Your chest felt tight. You felt as if you couldn’t breathe, and with a shock you found that you weren’t. Your chest wasn’t expanding, your lungs weren’t working. With eyes wide as saucers, you clasped at your throat, and spun to find the exit. 

The door to enter was shut. You rushed to open it, though you hesitated. You had no clue as to where you were, or what drugs you’d been given, or who had abducted you. 

Swallowing, you found your courage to twist the handle. The door swung back with one long, eerie creak. Its openness revealed a hallway, long and dark and dimly lit by torches hung on the wall. You tip-toed forwards, sure to be quiet, until you came to the end of it. The hall ended at another set of doors, and through the windows of the lobby you stood in, you could see that there were people around. 

It looked like your village. Yet, it was dark. You couldn’t see the sky, or clouds, or any type of sun. A grim shadow fell over the town. Vinery climbed up the walls of tall, skinny buildings. Neon green lights flashed in the windows of what looked like bars, and a fountain stood in the midst of it all. 

Confusion began to level your fright. Gulping down your fear, you continued forwards, sure that perhaps this was just some very twisted nightmare and that you’d wake in the snow, ready to go home. Suddenly the idea of marrying Victor became better than this. 

There was no cold or hot, no breeze of any sort as you stepped out into the town. You could only compare this to limbo, the empty space between heaven and hell. 

In the name of the lords, were you…. 


The nearest person who walked past, you grabbed. “Sir?” 

The man spun around by your force, starkingly revealing a face of green and rotting, and a maggot crawling out from the empty black space where his left eye should have been. Brown, sharp teeth revealed themselves as he looked upon you with kind curiosity, “Yes?”

You let go of him instantly, trying your best not to gasp at the ungodly sight before you. Your words died on your tongue as the man squinted with his one good black eye, and something like understanding dawned upon his face. 

“You’re the new wife,” he finally said. 

You blinked, licking your chapped lips, “The what?” 

The man began to speak, but his raspy voice was cut off by some low, smooth one. 

“Wife,” it said, moving from the shadows of an alley between Emily’s Pie Shop and Snake Lounge. “You’re my wife.” 

“Excuse me?” 

The figure appeared before you, unsheathed by the darkness that had clothed him. You first noticed that he was a bit taller than you, and skinny, dressed nicely in a slightly-torn black suit, as if he were getting ready to go to a wedding. His skin was deathly pale and smooth, unlike the person before you, and he had hair of silky black locks that fell loosely around his head. Moon-shaped, dark eyes sparkled in the street fires, and light pink lips curved into the tiniest of smirks. 

“Your wife?” You repeated incredulously. “I’m- who- what’s-” 

“Perhaps you should take a moment to sit, my love,” the stranger moved towards you with a hand outstretched, ready to guide you to a chair. You jumped back from him in defense. “Really, beautiful, it is best if you’re sitting when I tell you. You must be very scared.” 

“Don’t talk to me like I’m a child,” you snapped, eyes narrowed at the handsome man. “Tell me where I am and who you are.” 

“Firstly,” he took a hesitant step towards you, apparently not wanting to frighten you further. You squared your jaw. “You are where every… dead person goes. We call it Fors, which means Luck.” 

Your eyes grew wide once again. If you could have felt your heart beating, you were sure it would have stopped. 

“’Where every… dead person goes’?” Your mouth felt unbearably dry. Did you need water? Could you drink water? 

And while you wished it wasn’t true, it felt as if the knowledge he was telling you was already known; it was as if you were refreshing your mind on a topic you learned when you were young. Dead. Suddenly, the word wasn’t frightening. You weren’t sure why a wash of relief fell onto your skin, or why what he said made sense- it hadn’t before. 

“My love,” he took a step towards you, and you glanced up at him, “I found you in the snow after your vows. You seemed so lovely, so at peace. Your heart, unfortunately, dear, had ultimately been slowed until your breaths were no more.”

You had been so tired. You hadn’t eaten in days, hadn’t slept in days. Perhaps you were foolish to think that winter wouldn’t claim you, knowing your health wasn’t in perfect shape. Your mind wasn’t either. And perhaps this was for the better. Victor was gone, no longer a nuisance. Yet, your heart felt heavy with the knowledge that your excitement for education, for adventure, for travel- it had all been snuffed out by the cold grasp of November. 

“And myself,” he continued, raising his left hand to sight and momentarily silencing your thoughts. In the darkness of the town, the torch lights lit up the burgundy amber settled in the golden engagement ring on his finger.  “My name is Min Yoongi, and I am your husband.”

AHA yes i am doing october ficcs now!!! send in your spookiest ideas for bts and got7 halloween fics circa 2017!