please remind me why i do put myself through all this suffering again


Requested. (This was a little bit difficult for me….hope it’s up to par D:)

Song or Quote : Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good.
Who: Peter Parker

Peter sulked behind Tony who led them to an old diner that miraculously was still standing after everything the city had been through. He was dreading what was going to be said to him once they finally sat down. Peter had messed up, bad. Tony ordered a black coffee and a cherry turnover while Peter just stuck to a chocolate milk. He didn’t even want anything but Tony insisted he get something. The silence was painful and seemed like it was never going to end. 

After some time of watching Tony eat his turnover, Peter finally decided to break the painful quiet. “Look, Mr. Stark, I just, I need, I want to apologize for not being on my A game tonight.” 

Tony chewed for a minute, staring at the teenager before swallowing and deciding to respond back. “Mind telling me why I almost got my head ripped off and your body almost getting torn in half? This isn’t some game, kid. It’s real life and real life means real danger and real danger means broken bones and dead bodies. When I bring you along to these kinds of things, I bring you because I need you. Just because I’m Iron-man doesn’t mean I can do everything which is something you will never hear me say again.” 

Peter bit his lip, shaking his head. Trying to find the words to justify why his mind was not where it was supposed to be. Stuttering and tripping over his words, he bowed his head and mumbled, “I’m sorry, Mr. Stark. I, it’s, I, my-”

“-just stop.” Tony sighed, running a hand over his face, he inhaled deeply. This was a kid sitting in front of him, just a kid. A kid that was fortunate to have these abilities and unfortunate at the same time because he was stuck with them. Looking at Peter, he asked calmly, “Where was your mind at, kid? Why weren’t you focused?”

Peter refused to meet Tony’s gaze, he didn’t want to admit why he had been spacing out. Because, he knew that lives were at stake but the guilt of cancelling his date with [Y/N] for the fourth time in a row was eating away at him. He desperately tried to keep his crime fighting life as Spider-Man and [Y/N] separate. He didn’t want to put that burden on her, constantly being worried whether or not he was going to make it home or not. It wasn’t fair to cause stress when he could just avoid it and keep his Spider-Man life private. 

Sipping on his coffee, Tony sternly spoke. “If we’re going to be working together, we’ve got to be honest with one another.”

Again Peter didn’t respond, he just didn’t know how. 

“What was so damn important in that brain of yours that made you forget about your life for one split second?”

Peter toyed with his hands, shrugging his shoulders, getting frustrated with himself. “I don’t know, Mr. Stark. I just, I spaced. I know this is important and that I should always stay focused but, I just, I-”

“-Peter, listen to me, and you listen good. I see potential in you, please for the love of god don’t make me regret my decision.”

Peter frowned, looking down in his lap, he toyed with his fingers again. “I’m seeing this girl, [Y/N], Mr. Stark. I have been for awhile now and I kept it a secret because I don’t know, I want to keep my personal life for just me. And I don’t want to drag her into this life because well, she doesn’t need to be apart of it.” Looking up at Tony, Peter sighed. “I’m still a kid and I want to do kid things like go to school, see her in the hall and think to myself, ‘wow, she’s so beautiful,’ and then meet up with her at the lockers and talk about how her day has been going. Go on dates, have awkward moments on those said dates, struggle to find the words to say when I find out that I love her.” Peter ran both hands through his hair, “Tonight was the fourth night in a row that I’ve cancelled on her and I’m just afraid that she’ll leave me and I don’t want that because when I’m with her, I feel good. I feel great, actually. I feel normal, I feel like just a normal kid and it’s an escape from this double life I’m living-which don’t get me wrong, Mr. Stark, this life is nice too because I feel like I’m making a difference in this world but sometimes I just need a getaway and [Y/N] is my getaway. Wait…what are you doing?” 

Tony mumbled under his breath, “I may have bit off more than I can chew.” His focus was completely focused on his watch, his fingers were hovering over a holographic keyboard as he toyed with it. In seconds [Y/N] social media profile was hovering in the air, “Is this? This is the girl you’re seeing?” Tony seemed impressed, “She’s cute.” He looked up in time to find Peter’s horrified stare, ignoring it, he skimmed through her pictures and interests. “Very cute, aw, well isn’t this sweet. Is that the Statue of Liberty? It is, isn’t it. Hm, let’s see ‘Peter took me to see Lady Liberty today!’ Oh come on, man. You took her to see the Statue of Liberty for a date?” 

Still stunned that Tony had [Y/N]’s social in his hands, he swallowed. “Uh, yeah, she, uh, she’s always wanted to go and I thought, you know, I should, wait why are we talking about this right now?” He wanted to get off the topic of [Y/N]. There was a reason why he kept her from Tony despite knowing that he could easily get onto it. 

Waving his hand over the floating images, they vanished. Toying with the keyboard some more, another image popped up over his wrist. Swiping the images, he nodded in approval. “She’s a smart girl. All A’s and lookie here, she’s in three AP classes. How old are you again? How does she have the time for this and you? These are some impressive scores, probably the highest in your grade I take it. Let’s just see, oh look, she does with you being right behind her.” Waving his hand again to make them disappear, Tony leaned forward. “Okay, look, I get why you’re head over heels, puppy dog in love with her. She’s a cute, smart, very smart girl.” 

“Did you? Did you just hack into my school’s grading system to look at her grades?”

Waggling his finger, Tony narrowed his eyes. “Ah, no changing the subject and really? You have to ask? I’m Tony Stark, I could get into this rinky dink diner’s security system and shut it down.” Clearing his throat, “Listen to me, kid. Love is unselfishly choosing for another’s highest good. You put your life at risk tonight because you were too busy worrying about her. But you know what, I get that, I get you want to protect her from this double life thing your living. I get it. But what you don’t understand is that keeping her from this, is only making it worse for you and her.” 

"I can’t just tell her I’m Spider-Man! She’ll freak out and if she freaks out, I’ll freak out. Her and Aunt May are very similar in their freaking out episodes. I have to keep it a secret.”

“You know, I’ve heard girls date men that resemble and remind them of their fathers but I’ve never heard boys dating girls that remind them of their really attractive aunts.” 

Peter narrowed his eyes, “I never said [Y/N] reminds me of Aunt May, I just said they freak out the same. But yes to some degree, I guess you could say they have similar qualities-but that’s besides the point! I am not telling her I’m Spider-Man.” 

Tony rolled his eyes, sighing dramatically. “When you have someone that means this much to you, you want to protect them and only them. I’ve been there, kid. You want to make the world a better place for them but the thing is, is when you step foot into that suit. It’s not just about them, it’s about everyone. You have a responsibility to save as many people as you can. And when you’re all in love and what not, you lose sight of that responsibility. Prime example was tonight when we almost died.” 

“So I just what? Break up with her and suffer? Because I don’t think I can do that, Mr. Stark. If anything, it’ll make my concentration worse.”

“I’m not saying that. What I am saying is you have a responsibility to save as many lives as you can without losing your own. You’re young, you’ll find other [Y/N]’s, if not better ones.”

Peter squinted his eyes, shaking his head. “No, I won’t. There’s no one like [Y/N]. No one.” 

Tony half nodded, understanding the firm point the teenager had. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead, “This job isn’t easy and you’ve got a long way to go before these instincts start to feel like second nature.” Glancing out the window, his eyes caught sight of a familiar face among a crowd of kids about to step foot into the diner. “Word of advice, Parker? You should tell her what you’ve been up to. Because one thing I will say is that despite my distaste for love, that kind of girl is not the kind of girl you let slip away from your fingers over something so irritatingly silly as not telling her who you are and what you do.” Throwing down some money, he stood up and winked at Peter before saying, “Because a few years from now, I may scout her to work for me and that’d be so unbelievably awkward to work with her after you were an idiot in not telling her.” 

“Wait, where are you going?”

“Out the door to my lavish expensive penthouse where I can take a wonderful lavender bath.”


Peter spun around, frozen in place to find [Y/N] standing behind him. Struggling to stand up, his knees banged the underside of the table before scrambling out of the booth. [Y/N]?! What, what are you doing here?” 

Raising a brow, she eyed Tony suspiciously, “I could ask you the same thing…”

Tony smiled, “You must be [Y/N], Peter has told me so much about you. Sorry about having him cancel on your date but I really needed to finish up some finishing details on his entry for the September Foundation.”

“At a run down diner?” She asked, not really believing in his lie.

“You know what, you, my sweet girl, are a lot smarter than I had been told.” Moving around her, he headed for the door. “Peter will telling you everything you need to know.” Winking before leaving the door, he chuckled to himself as he left Peter looking frantic and nervous. 

[Y/N] crossed her arms, “Peter, what is going on? I thought you said Aunt May wouldn’t let you go out tonight. And why the hell was Tony Stark in this diner with you? And, the September Foundation? What is he talking about?”

Sighing, he reached for her hand, “We need to have a long talk about all of those questions but not here.” 

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You asked for it. When the Scot Ties The Knot AU. 😜

okay, bit of background. we were talkin in discord about scottish twitter, which then transmuted into a talk about scottish romance novels, and then i brought up the greatest romance novel premise i’ve ever heard of: when a scot ties the knot by tessa dare. i’ve never actually read this book besides the back cover and some choice passages from my friend @galpaladvns who got it for her birthday or smth (all i really remember from that night was @funnythingsandphysics hunting through the pages for the smut which apparently took ¾ths of the book to get to?) but basically….. what happens next is the rough premise of the book, but viktuuri. and (very heavily winged) historical, because @kazliin and i are in agreement that there should be more period drama viktuuri anyway 

When a Russian is Rushin’ to Marry: Or, the Unexpected Consequences of Inventing a Boyfriend

“I’m so jealous of you,” Phichit laments as he helps Yuuri get ready for the evening’s events. “I remember my first season like it was yesterday. Everything’s so exciting and bright your first time around; I wish I could experience it again!”

Yuuri says nothing, only turns slightly to watch the way the light catches on his blue brocade waistcoat in the mirror. “I don’t know,” he admits after a moment. “I’m probably going to be dreadfully old, especially in comparison to young Mr Plisetsky who’s also debuting this season.”

“Well, sometimes people like a late bloomer,” Phichit chides, patting his forearm. “Now turn, so I can help with your ascot.”

Yuuri lets him adjust the silken material with a weary sigh. He’d been putting off his entrance into society for as long as could be deemed socially acceptable, mostly for his nerves. But with each passing season, his parents would get more and more concerned that he wouldn’t marry and settle down, and eventually he’d caved. Tonight’s soiree would mark his debut, and it was about as quiet an affair as he could manage. Still, the thought of being approached tonight with potential suitors continues to threaten to overwhelm him at any given moment. 

“Deep breaths, Yuuri,” Phichit offers kindly as he pats at his now properly-tied ascot. “You’re going to be just fine.”

“You sound more confident about this than I feel,” Yuuri retorts. Phichit helps him into his tailcoat with a grin.

“You’re a divine dancer, Yuuri,” he points out. “Who could say no to you?”

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I Am Livid

So, I’ve been off XIV for a few days, RL’s been rough, etc etc, blah blah blah. Life happens, we all get it. To be honest though, the thing draining my muse lately has been something very personal that has today boiled over in the absolute worst of ways.

I’m going to be losing my veneer of reasonability and friendliness here. I promise you, how I am about to sound is not how I normally react but this is a situation I hope and trust people can understand, perhaps relate to. If you want to avoid drama and want to keep out of a personal rant, please avoid reading past the cut. 

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Bossy Boots

Madara & Tobirama
Words: 2,617
A/N: The Kid!Tobirama fic that no one asked for. Here it is anyway! Possible sequel in the works. Betaed by the shameless enabler, @redhothollyberries. Set in IzunaIsAlive!AU because no Izuna = no me.


Days-off are a scarce, sacred thing. Everyone knows better than to disrupt Madara’s routine of sleep, eat, train and read when it’s his day off on the threat of having their head bitten off. Like most things in life, however, Hashirama is the exception.

Or Hashirama just doesn’t care. Most likely both. Senjus seem to be immune to his scare tactics.

Hashirama knocks on his door, an hour earlier than Madara had planned to wake up. Irate, Madara opens the door ready to breathe fire - only to halt and blink his bleariness away.

Madara stares at Hashirama. Then he stares harder at the child in his arms. A very familiar-looking child with white spiky hair, red streaks down his cheeks and chin and the most fearsome glower to be ever paired with such chubby cheeks.  

“What is that?” Madara blurts out.

Lord, the way the child is glaring at him makes him feel as skewered and spit roasted as a hunted boar. It’s ridiculous. This teeny tiny child shouldn’t be able to exude so much malicious intent.

Hashirama sighs. “Don’t be mean, Madara. This is Tobi. There was an accident when Tobi was field testing his jutsu.” Hashirama pauses. “Again.”

Whether Hashirama realised his wording or not, Madara snickers. “Isn’t he too old to be having accidents around the place?”

Tobirama sneers, all squeaky and squinty and evil.

You’re an accident.”

Madara gapes. “Excuse you?”

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simon imagine - sad break ups and drunken make ups

REQUESTED:  “Hey, can write about Simon and his ex(y/n) break up (Simon never gave her time) and Simon really wants her back. A close friend of theirs is having a party and they both go with their friends, Simon sees her and tries to my eye contact then their fav song comes on and she goes to the toilet and starts crying and Simon follows her and Simon talks about how he wants her back”

“Y/n. Please tell me you are not applying your lipstick again.”

Cal turned around, shooting me a disapproving look from the passenger seat. I sat in the back of the car, mirror in my shaking hand, trying with all my will to be careful in the darkness. 

“Leave her alone Cal, she’s nervous.” Sarah muttered quietly. 

“Oh shit yeah, Simon.”

“Still here guys!” I reminded them, cringing at the mention of his name. It wasn’t as if I’d forgotten, for gods sake; I knew full well Simon would be there tonight. In fact, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It had only been a month and a half since Simon and I had broken up. The night still haunted my dreams; screaming, throwing things, and then me walking out. Tonight would be the first night I would see him since. Hence, the pressure is on to look good.

“Y/n,” Sarah turned to face me. “Please don’t stress okay. You look beautiful, and he will be kicking himself in the dick regretting losing you. You have this okay.”

Again I cringe. It didn’t seem fair for Simon to regret anything when I walked out on him. It wasn’t as if he had cheated, or lied or hit me. It was just all too much. He never gave me time, always so demanding and intense and I couldn’t handle the pressure. I thought separating would be the best thing for us and yet I was at the unhappiest I had ever been.

“I hope so,” I mutter under my breath. The nerves twist at my stomach.

“I know so. Now come on. You ready?”

I nod reluctantly, opening the car door. The music could be heard from the parking space, shouting and laughing echoing throughout London’s dark winter streets. As we approached the door of the Sidemen house I smoothed out my skirt. The hairs on my arms stood tall and I felt instantly sick.

“Stop worrying Y/n,” Cal put an arm around me. “You have this in the bag!”

We were welcomed in by Tobi. He greeted us all with a hug before showing us over to the dance floor. Within seconds Cal and Sarah disappeared, Sarah to dance with Freya, and Cal to go and converse with Josh. I stood alone by the door. I couldn’t help but wonder what my place really was here: I was no longer a sidemen girlfriend. Was I even really a friend? The the thought made my chest ache.

I made my way to the drinks table at the back, instantly pouring myself a cocktail with a generous amount of alcohol. As the liquid fell into the cup somebody touched my arm.

“Y/n you’re here!”

JJ’s face seemed to light up as he engulfed me in a hug. 

“I am. Hi JJ.”

“How are you? How are things?”

This is a question I always struggle with when talking to anyone who shares some form of relationship with Simon, because I know they’re referencing the break up. When asking this question, nobody really means how are things. What they really mean is ‘how does it feel to be alone? do you cry yourself to sleep every night? are you over it yet?’ If I was truthful, I would probably burst into tears on JJ’s shoulder, telling him my life was ruined and I was sure I would never love again.

But I wasn’t. Instead I took a gulp of my drink, ignored his questioning eye and told him I was completely and utterly fine. He nodded, opening his mouth before closing it again. This repeated a couple of times before he took a deep breath.

“You know, it’s not too late to make things work again, Y/n.”

My heart sunk in my chest, warm, salty tears filling my tearducts. I blinked them away, not even forcing a smile as I looked at JJ.

“I think it is, Jide.”

“It’s not. He misses you.”

A sigh escaped my lips. Why was I talking about this when it was so fresh and painful? Where even was Simon, would he have even turned up? Perhaps he’s already taken someone up to his room. I shook off the thought. 

“I can’t talk about this, Jide, not now. I’m sorry.”

I walked past him and back to the drinks table, finishing the rest of my cup before refilling it again, this time without the cocktail - just with straight liqueur. I finished off this within seconds and poured myself a third. The third drink always made social interaction easier, i thought to myself as I head towards the dance floor.

Soon enough I found myself dancing with the Cals, Harry and Sarah. Alcohol ran through my veins, spreading warmth throughout my body in the form of liquid confidence. I engaged in several hugs, greetings, suffered several times through the dreaded ‘how are things?’ question until i wanted to scribble the words Fine, don’t even ask!’ across my forehead in black sharpie. Other than this, it had so far been a good night, and for the first time in a long time I was enjoying myself. 

All of a sudden the music came to a halt. All eyes in the room looked up at the DJ, who held a large black vinyl in his hand. I exchanged a puzzled look with Sarah who shrugged, clueless as I was. 

“Alright everyone,” the DJ’s voice sounded. “This next one is for the couples in the room!”

Fucking great, I thought to myself. Ignoring the looks of concern from the people around me I rolled my eyes and headed back towards the drinks table. Quickly I topped my drink up and then returned to join everyone. The speakers kick started and as the room dispersed into couples around me, the song started.

My heart sunk. Even in my drunken state, I knew this song. It was mine and Simon’s. I looked up at the DJ in disbelief, questioning why such a mellow song was placed into this playlist anyway; and then I saw him. 

At the other side of the room, standing alone amongst all the couples, was Simon. He looked taller, slightly more muscular than the last time I saw him. His hair was a deep, dark red. It suited him. As our eyes met my chest stood still. The cup fell from my hands, soaking the floor around me. He’s looking back at me. This is Simon, and I love him, and he’s looking back at me.

Instantly I turned on my heel and sprinted, out of the room, down the hall and towards the toilet. I slammed the door behind me and gripped the sink. A loud sob escaped the bottom of my throat as tears raced down my cheeks, landing in a splash of black mascara on the porcelain. The image of his ocean blue eyes staring back at me stayed imprinted in my head. Why was I so surprised to see him when this is his own house? Why did I even come tonight?

My sobs continued, loud enough that they just so happened to drown out the noise of the bathroom door being opened beside me. It was only when I glanced up at the mirror that I saw him there, standing in all his beauty, behind me.

“Y/n..I’m so sorry. For all of it.”

I gripped the sink tighter, the cold surface hurting my palms as I screwed my eyes shut. It’s all just a dream. It’s all just a very messy, drunken dream. 

“I mean it, y/n. I was a prick, I was way too intense and I fucked up. But losing you has been the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced and it has made me realise, more than anything, how much I fucking love you, and how much I would do anything to keep you.”

I cried harder. I want him so much, but I don’t know what the right thing to do is anymore. And I sure as hell can’t decide now, in such a drunken state.

Then I inhale deeply, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand. As I stand there silently thinking it occurs to me that, although I don’t know what I want long term, I know what I want now. Taking a deep breath I turn around. His eyes flash as we make contact and I head towards him. He looks so pretty under the yellow toned light, and I know boys aren’t conventionally supposed to be pretty, but he’s beautiful.

Then I jump onto him, my legs around his waist, my lips on his. He stumbles back momentarily in surprise before wrapping his arms tight around my hips. I mirror the rhythm of his kiss. His lips are warm, and they taste like alcohol and mint and I love it. His hands roam over the silk of my dress and he pins me up against the bathroom door, moving them up my thighs.

“I love you, Y/n,” he groans against me. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too Simon. So damn fucking much.”

Molly Hooper Appreciation Week Summer 2017 - Day 5

On FFdotnet and Ao3

Hello, friends!  Is it midnight yet where I am?  NO! Does that mean I am technically posting Day 5’s fic on Day 5?  YES!  I literally finished this about five minutes ago so there has been no editing going on.  I’ll fix all the mistakes before I post to FFdotNet and Ao3. Probably.

Anywho – I wrote a fic today.  It’s … a thing.  That I did. But it’s on time, so yay for me.

Day 5 - The Wrong Trouser Of Time (Fanworks focusing on canon divergence)

I’m Not Saying a Word

Even from his bedroom, Sherlock could hear the low, impatient murmur of reporters and cameramen milling about outside Baker Street.  Some of them had been waiting nearly a quarter of an hour.  As far as Sherlock was concerned, they could continue to wait until he had a chance to say hello to their last guests.  Who were uncharacteristically tardy.  Or, at least, Molly was; he had no idea if the fiancé was generally punctual or not.  

When Mrs Hudson had first suggested throwing a small engagement party at Baker Street, he had balked; but he really did owe John something for letting the man think they were going to be blown to pieces on that train car; champagne and nibbles it was the least he could agree to.

He finished his phone call with Mycroft, delighted that for once it was brother dear who had to suffer through another jaunt to the theatre with Mummy and Father.

“Come on.”  John tried to urge his friend to deal with the reporters outside, no doubt in a hurry to return to Mary and his glass of champagne.  “You’ll have to go down.  They want the story.”

Sherlock was tempted to remind him that they were waiting for Molly, but he knew John would read too much into it. John did have a point, unfortunately, the people outside would only wait so long before ringing the bell and becoming a nuisance.  He rolled his eyes and moved past him.  “In a minute.”

He stepped into the siting room and immediately noticed that the first bottle of had been emptied.  Everyone else already had a glass at hand, but who knew what would happen to the second bottle if he left them unsupervised while he went downstairs.  He popped the cork and crouched down next to the coffee table to pour a glass for Molly. It briefly occurred to him that he should save one for the fiancé, but he shrugged the thought off by reminding himself that he wasn’t even sure the other man drank alcohol.  No sense wasting a glass.

He looked up just in time to realize that Mary was looking at him, even though she was talking to Mrs Hudson.  “We were interrupted last time.”

John chimed in from behind.  “Yeah.”

Ah, the aborted proposal. Admittedly, he did have something to do with that, yes.

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I did miss you - Neymar

Heyyyyy this is a new Neymar Imagine. I hope you like this guys x Also sorry if you’re waiting for a request it’s taking me while at the moment I’m sorry x 

Originally posted by culed

“Miss? there’s someone there for you“ my assistant Jaclyn told me as her red curls pecked in my room.

I looked up from my computer where I had worked on for the past hours and furrowed my eyebrows together slightly. Who could that be? It wasn’t like I was expecting someone nor did anyone I knew cam here at that time of the day.

„Alright let them in“ I said and she nodded as soon as she left my room again.

I sighed and shut my laptop down, waiting for the mysterious stranger who was disturbing me at my researching. I looked up again as the door opened and no one else then Neymar walked in. I pressed my lips together. My assistant nodded at me and closed the door behind him. Neymar sat down on one of the chairs in front of me. As I observed him in detail, he looked a lot different from the last time I had seen him. He looked more matured somehow, he had a beard growing even through it may have only been a few days since. I haven’t seen him in a good year and even through it may have only been a few months it felt an eternity.

„hey“ he said and gave me a smile, showing his perfect white teeth, which reminded me exactly why I haven’t seen him in so long.

Neymar and me had been dating, for years until we decided to end it. I had suffered a lot after the break up but i knew it was for the best. we both had changed, we grew into different people and as much as we still loved each other our both persons weren’t compatible anymore. He had changed, the fame, new friends and the media changed him, so he was a different person. So I was still in love with him, but the person I was in love with wasn’t the same who stood in front of me, who I slept in the same bed with, who I lived together with, anymore.

„Hey“ I said and gave him a small smile.

I didn’t really knew what he wanted here to be honest. We haven’t broken up in a fight or discussion or anything but we weren’t exactly friends either. So I haven’t seen him since, at least not face to face, I saw him on the news and still saw some of his games at camp nou, I had always been a barca fan. But I just haven’t seen him since I had left his apartment that morning.

„How are you doing? I haven’t seen you in so long“ he said.

„What are you doing here?“ I asked, not answering his question.

„I just wanted to see how you were doing“ he said and shrugged with his shoulders.

„How I’m doing?“ I asked skeptically.

„Of course“ he said as if it were nothing.

„But why right now? I haven’t seen you in forever“ I said.

„Thats why, i was just wondering how you were doing, if you’re still living here, still working for the same place“ he said and shrugged, and if it wouldn’t be under such weird circumstances I would have smiled and tell him how sweet it was from him.

„Well i’m doing just great. As you can see I’m still working here and I got a promotion.“ I said, I didn’t wanted to be mean, but I just didn’t get why he was here. We haven’t seen each other in so long and I don’t get why he was now randomly appearing again.

„I’m glad you’re doing great“ he said and I just nodded.

„So you maybe wanna grab lunch or something?“ he asked, clearly nervous.

„Neymar. Why are you here? After all this time. Why are you here right now? Only to ask me how I’m doing?“ I asked and he looked down in his lap, not once looking up at me.

„I missed you okay? I haven’t seen you in almost a year and I thought it would get better that the feeling of missing you would fade, but do you wanna know what? It only gets worse. I miss you. And I know it’s been a while since we talked and saw each other but I really fucking miss you“ he said and I thought my heart would explode at any second at how fast it was beating, I didn’t expect such an outburst of feelings from him he was never so sure of his feelings and it was hard for him to put them into words.

I opened my mouth but closed it again, how should I answer to that? He fucking missed me.

And as much as I always told myself I was over him and I was doing fine without him, that he didn’t mean anything to me anymore, I knew I was only kidding myself, he was still so important to me and of course I missed him, of course I did. i wasn’t the same without him and all those months felt like a bad dream.

„And I know the reasons we broke up. God do I know. I do realize that I changed and that fame changed me. i do realize that. But the time without you that’s what changed me most“ he said and the tears that had welled up in my eyes were now spelling out of my eyes one by one.

Neymar got out of his seat and walked around the table to kneel down in front of me. He wiped my tears away quickly, as he cupped my face with his hands.

„I did miss you too“ I whispered.

And i couldn’t help the tears that were streaming down my cheek as he held my face in his hands. All this months I kept my feelings towards him aside, I never realized how much I missed him and how good it felt to be with him again.

„can we please try again? I need you in my life“ he said as he wiped all the tears away.

„don’t let me go, ever again“ i said and a small smile grew on his lips.

„i won’t“ he said as he leaned in and pressed his lips on mine softly. I kissed him back and sighed, god did i miss him. and god did this feel like coming home.

officialravendc  asked:

Give me a 'Oh, my God, I thought you were going to die. Please don’t ever scare me like that again.' This one's a challenge - I've been through that myself, and I'd like to see how the two compare... do your best, Ava. Congratulations on the 500.

This one’s on you. I hope you like angst and tears.

Salt in the wound.

Raven had used the saying many times before. She’d never thought much of it; just a casual way of indicating that something awful was unfortunately made worse.

For example, Robin discovering Starfire had been kidnapped was the wound; Red X being the one behind it would have been the salt. It had been serious, but nothing the team couldn’t handle, and nothing Starfire couldn’t get out of on her own.

However, when Raven was the one bearing the injury, somehow the statement took on a whole new meaning.

The tiny, royal blue, velveteen box situated before her, that was her salt.

Fascinating how something so small was capable of so much damage.

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eponine = alya
enjolras = marinette
grantaire = nino
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enjolras: Ummm????
LIsten to Marinette

eponine: no fuck u

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Perfect || Mark Tuan

Originally posted by holyfuckmark

Title: Perfect ~ Mark Tuan


Genre: Fluff

Request: can you do a scenario where [y/n] is caught trying to kill herself and mark helps her? thank you, and i love your work!!

A/N: Thank you so much, I appreciate all of your support. It’s not easy being a new scenario account. Please don’t read this if you are easily triggered by the mention of depression or suicidal thoughts. If you need someone to talk to, I’m always here to listen. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy and feel free to send in feedback and scenario requests (cause let’s be honest, I’ve run out of ideas). xx

The silence in the white hospital room was almost killing Mark on the inside. There he sat in an uncomfortable gray chair at the side of his girlfriend’s hospital bed. He played with her cold, dry hands, his head never leaving sight of the dainty fingers in his hand. His girlfriend [y/n] sat silent as she stared at the wall in front of her, not saying a word. Mark would have spoken up, but he didn’t know how or what to say. There were so many thoughts going on through his mind and so many questions he had that he needed answers to, but he was too in shock to speak up or even talk to [y/n] in fear of hurting her more than she already was.

“Why?” was all that he stated.

[y/n] stayed silent in the bed next to him and didn’t answer. Honestly, she didn’t know how. She could tell how upset and broken Mark was over this, but how do you tell your boyfriend that you just have had enough? She was afraid and nervous that her words would make him want to leave or even get mad at her for her reasoning.

“What do you want me to say?” She spoke for the first time since the incident.

“You could start with why I found you laying on the bathroom floor with a bottle of bleach and a container of pills,” He said as he held back tears at the memory that had happen over a day ago.

“You can ask anyone, anyone at all and they could tell you about everything they know.”

“Cause that makes me feel any better,” Mark replied as he looked over at [y/n], who still refused to look at him, “Knowing that my girlfriend has told people about things before her own boyfriend.”

“It’s not that, Mark.”

“Then what is it? Do you not trust me?” He asked as he let go of her hand.

“It’s them,” She said as she finally looked at her boyfriend, “It’s everything that they say about me, telling me that I’m worthless and not good enough, not only to you, but to myself and to life in general. Do you know how much that hurts, Mark?”

“Why didn’t you just tell me they were saying things like this to you?”

[y/n] sighed and turned her body around so she could face her boyfriend, looking at him dead in the eye.

“It’s not easy you know? Saying those kinds of things out loud makes a person start to believe them. Especially since I hear these things said every day and every second of my life. I try to be happy and positive, trying to ignore everything they say, but I can’t. I can’t keep putting a smile on my face when I know that you’re trying to be happy when I’m not. I can’t put you in a mood like that and I can’t worry you about my problems when you’ve already got your own to deal with like the tour and your new album coming out. I know you’re going to say that you always will make time for me when I’m feeling like this, but I’m not worth it, not to anyone. What other choice did I have?”

“So you think killing yourself is the only answer?” He asked as he choked back his tears.

“It would have been easier, for everyone,” She answered.

Mark wanted so badly to just hold her tight in his chest and scream at her, saying that it wouldn’t be, but he knew that not only would [y/n] get mad, but the other residents in the hospital as well. He didn’t want to be kicked out, not when his girlfriend need him.

“Did you even think about how it would affect me?” He asked, “I’m your boyfriend! We’ve been together for 2 years and you thought that killing yourself would be easy for me? [y/n], I love you. I love you so much that I am here, giving you my time when I should be at work to get ready for our album. I’m here so you don’t have to suffer on your own and now you’re telling me that no one, not one person would ever be affected by you just killing yourself? How could you be so selfish?”

“Mark, I-“[y/n] cut herself off with a loud sob.

Mark didn’t mean to make her feel bad; he just said what he felt like he needed to say. When he found [y/n] almost dead on his bathroom floor he was beyond broken, scared, and hurt. His mind couldn’t even process what was going on at the time and all he was thinking about was that he had lost his one true love.

“I’m sorry,” He spoke softly as he pulled [y/n] into his chest.

[y/n] rested her head against her boyfriend’s chest and let the tears continue to fall from her eyes. Neither of them spoke while she cried, soaking Mark’s shirt in the process. Mark ran his fingers through her hair as he tried his best to calm down the crying girl. Eventually her tears stopped and she pulled away from Mark and wiped her red and swollen eyes.

“I don’t blame you if you don’t want to deal with me anymore. I know I’m a mess,” She spoke.

Mark swore his heart shattered at her statement and allowed a tear to slide down his smooth cheeks.

“Don’t say that,” He said, “Don’t you ever say that. [y/n], if I didn’t want you I would have ended it back before anything happened. I’m here because I love and care for you. Don’t you ever say that I don’t want to be with you because that is the far opposite. Besides, right now you need me more than ever and if you’re feeling this way you need someone who can love you and remind you how incredibly special you are.”

[y/n] let a few tears slide down her cheeks as she smiled a genuine smile at Mark for the first time in a while.

“It’s going to take me a while before I can believe it, but I trust you. I trust that you know what you are doing. I just…I need help believing in myself. But I have you and I guess that’s enough to convince me something. I’m sorry I tried killing myself. I’m sorry I drank and ate those ‘things.’ You didn’t deserve that pain.”

Mark smiled and kissed her cheek gently with his soft, pink lips.

“Don’t apologize. You were hurting and I was stupid enough to not see through you. I can help you though, even if it means that I have to get down on one knee and present to you a hundred red roses every day until you believe every word that I say about you and even days beyond that.”

“Mark-“ [y/n] said as she practically threw herself into his arms, catching him by surprise.

Mark didn’t say anything except for a small sigh of contentment as he hugged her back tightly in his arms. He kissed her head over and over again before he lead his lips to her ear and whispered softly.

“I love you, I always have and I always will. Please remember that.”

[y/n] smiled to herself, knowing that deep down inside, she believe him. Mark wouldn’t lie to her, not after he put himself through all of that just to be by her side. She knew Mark genuinely loved her and that was enough to convince her to stay, at least for a little while longer.

Died of a broken heart

Just a little something I wrote in the Seduce Me universe with a Hanahaki twist. NGL I cried writing this so, I hope you enjoy!

Seeing them smile, their arms around their wives, Mika felt the flowers press against her closed lips, the earthy taste mixed with bile. Forcing the petals back down, she faked a smile, pretending to listen to whatever story Erik’s wife was going on about at the moment. Her mind was an empty buzz, a defense mechanism she picked up when the flowers began to appear, just in case Damien was listening. But, of course, he wasn’t. None of them were.

Mika was an outsider now, trespassing upon the happiness of the five men she loved the most. They had loved her, once. But she wasn’t enough to hold their attention. Their love began to wane, as Diana had warned her, finding others to love and cherish. Mika faded to the background, becoming nothing more than an old friend that the boys owed so much to. She assumed that was the only reason she was even invited to these weekly dinners the brothers used to catch up with each other as they lived on in the human world. She had been to every wedding, every important party and event the brothers had, fading into the background so effortlessly that everyone began to forget she even went, recounting stories only to be interrupted with a pained “I was there, you know.”

Soon, it was too much, and Mika had to excuse herself to the bathroom for the fourth time that night, vomiting rose petals helplessly. She had long ago made up some excuse about a chronic illness that ran in her family, hoping to keep the boys from becoming too suspicious. It had worked better than she anticipated, causing ripples of pain across her chest. The petals seemed to never end this time, and Mika had no idea how long she stayed in the bathroom. She only knew the taste of unrequited love, and the stars that she could never reach. Eventually, lucidity left her, leaving her alone in the bathroom of James’ house as she leaned against the cool porcelain of the toilet. She couldn’t remember who she was at this point, or why she was crying. She just stayed there, eyes unfocused and wet, until the petals stopped. Even then, she didn’t move, covered in roses of all colors and sizes.

Voices filtered into her headspace, helping her to regain some semblance of who she was, though all she did was stare at the door helplessly, unable to move. It sounded like the wives, most likely Damien’s and Sam’s having come to the bathroom to gossip, or to fix something of their appearance, which was always flawless. A fear gripped Mika, suddenly worried about being discovered. She willed her body to move, to hide the flowers, but she had reached her limit. The doorknob turned, and her heart pounded in her chest as the door began to open. The more Mika struggled to move, the harder it was to stay awake. Black began to consume her vision as she heard gasps and a yell for the boys.


Mika woke in a bed, in a room to nice to be in a hospital. Her throat burned, and her chest ached, and all she wanted to do was cry.

“She’s awake.” A voice said from outside the door. She began to taste earth and bile, but it was weak and had no promise of blooming. The door opened, and her eyes unfocused momentarily. When the world came back into view, Mika could see five men stationed around the bed, and five women fretting about the doorway. Mika didn’t care to see the worry and pity on the men’s faces, but it was like she couldn’t look anywhere else. She coughed, and a wilted petal landed on her lap, gaining the attention of the boys.

“We’re sorry.” James’ low voice began, and Mika screwed her eyes shut.

“Don’t.” Her voice was raspy and pained, and the pain of her throat became secondary to the pain in her chest, her stomach, and her heart. “Just, don’t. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” She said robotically, willing them away. This was a sick dream, and she would be awake soon, rid of the tormentors that haunted her every thought. Though her eyes were shut, she knew Damien winced at that, and a bitterness rose up in her, finding enjoyment that he felt some of her pain.

“This is no dream.” His soft voice reminded her, and her eyes only opened to glare at him.

“This is ridiculous!” Sam’s aggression flared up, not knowing how to handle such an emotionally charged situation. “You’re not fine. You are never going to be fine. Why didn’t you tell us about this?” He barked. Mika could see the panic in his eyes, betraying his rough actions.

“It didn’t seem important.” Mika said blandly, voice void of emotion. James’ expression became indecipherable.

“It didn’t seem important?” He growled, trying to restrain his anger. “Mika, you could die from this. If you hadn’t been found, you could have died. What about that isn’t important?”

The bile that creeped up Mika’s throat was not accompanied by the taste of earth, but by rage that had been brewing in her stomach for years.

“It wasn’t important enough to tell any of you.” She spat, pumping her voice with as much venom as she could muster, still consumed with pain. “None of you seemed to care much, even before I began to hide it.” She snarled, thoughts flashing behind her eyes at a rapid rate. Damien began to feel sick, seeing everything she thought.

“Mika, don’t take this out on us!” Sam snapped back. But that only fanned the flames, earning a masochistic laugh from Mika. Erik and Matthew remained silent, their expressions only of sorrow and regret.

“Then who do I take it out on, Sam? Myself? That hasn’t seemed to do me any good.” Mika refused to look at him, letting her gaze drop to the sheets that covered her. “Years, you assholes. It’s been YEARS.” She let out a broken sob, clenching her fists tightly. “And not once have any of you noticed something was wrong. Or that I even still existed! Inviting me to things is only muscle memory for you now, and as soon as I arrive I am forgotten.” Another small petal made its way past her lips. She wanted to still be angry, to yell more and tell them how much she had suffered, because of them, but she couldn’t. Mika deflated, leaning against the pillows that propped her up in defeat.

“Mika-” Matthew began, but she cut him off.

“Just leave. Please. Just go. I need to rest, and then I’ll be out of your hair.” She said, her voice hardly above a whisper. Sam went to argue, but Erik put a hand on his shoulder. You felt a pang of thankfulness towards the second oldest, but shoved it down, preferring to bask in numbness. James looked like he wanted to argue as well, but he left the room, and his brothers followed his example. Damien lingered at the door, and looked back at her, pain twisting his expression. It broke Mika to see him like that, to see his face reflecting her pain.

“I’m sorr-”

“Go.” Mika commanded, pointing to the door. “Just go.” Damien nodded and left as well, closing the door behind him.


“I don’t get why we’re supposed to be here.” Sam murmured to himself, fighting off tears of his own.

“Because we’re partly responsible for this.” James said, silent tears already streaming down his face as he stared ahead through the rain. The fact that it had rained on the day of a funeral was a slap in the face to the boys, like the world was mocking their sorrow. Damien and Matthew were the first to break down, sobbing as they kneeled at the base of the headstone, the mud and rain ruining their clothes. Erik kept a stony expression, not knowing how to process such intense grief.

“We owe her everything, and she’s gone.” Matthew wailed, his throat tight with words unspoken. Damien sobbed quietly, his emotions intensified by the feelings he could sense his brothers emitting. The guilt, the grief, the regrets they all had when it came to Mika.

It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair at all.

After a while, James closed his eyes and sighed. “Let’s go home.” He said softly, helping pick up his youngest brothers from the ground, exhausted from sobbing. Four of the boys began to walk away, but one lingered.

“Sam,” James’ even voice called out. “You coming?”

“Just a minute. I’ll catch up.” Sam replied, his voice thick and gruff. He placed a gentle hand on the beautiful headstone, tracing the inscription with his eyes. “Doofus.” He said gently, his tears mimicking the slowing rain.

“Sam.” James said again, with a little more force. Sam looked at the sad words once again, before running after his brothers.

Here lies Mika Anderson

Beloved friend and kind soul

Died of a broken heart.

May she rest in peace.

I’m Not Leaving - Dick Grayson x Reader

Requested by Anon - an imagine where the reader gets saved by Dick Grayson (or Robin/Nightwing) from self harming.

Dick knew something was wrong from the moment you stepped off the bioship. The blank expression on your face made Dick’s heart stop for a moment. He remembered the last time you looked like that, and it wasn’t a good sign. Catching your arm as you tried to walk past him, Dick pulled you to face him while sliding his hand down your arm to capture your hand in his. 

“Are you alright?” Dick asked, studying your face for any sigh of emotion. There was none. 

“I’m fine,” you answered flatly. Dick placed his other hand on top of yours as he took a step forward. 

“No, you’re not,” Dick insisted, knowing he had struck gold when you flinched at his words. “Tell me what…”. 

“Nightwing, we need your help over here,” Superboy shouted as he exited the ship with an unconscious Beast Boy in his arms. Several other team members followed him with minor injuries. 

Dick was torn between you and the rest of the team, but he knew his duty to the team came first. He mouthed you to stay put before running over to help Superboy. 

“We should get him to the medical bay,” Dick ordered as he turned to lead the way. However when he glanced your direction, you were already gone. Dick swore softly to himself, promising to find you after he made sure everyone else was okay.

Dick learned the story from Superboy as he treated Beast Boy, who only had a concussion. The other team members chimed in their pieces of the story when they were tending their own cuts and bruises. 

The mission had been a trap. The rest of the team had been ambushed, and escaped. Unfortunately, you and Beast Boy were trapped inside. You did your best to get both of you out alive, but Beast Boy had been hurt along the way. According to the team, you took his injury very hard.

Once he knew Beast Boy was going to be alright, Dick began to search for you. He knew you struggled with yourself when he found the cuts on your wrist one day. Ever since, Dick had helped you through it. He made sure you went to therapy, hid all the sharp objects in your apartment, was always there if you needed someone when it got bad, and watched you for any signs that you were breaking. The idea that you would hurt yourself killed him, because he loved you so much. Which was why when he saw your expressionless face as you left the bioship, he knew you needed him.

Dick checked the entire cave, but there was no sign of you. Fear clenched at his heart as he used his wrist computer to check teleportation history of the zeta tubes. Sighing in relief, Dick found you teleported to the tube closest to your apartment at least ten minutes ago. He ran towards the tube, hoping he could make it to you before you did something drastic.

He reached your apartment in five minutes after stumbling out of the zeta tube. Climbing through your living room window, because he realized too late that he was still wearing his Nightwing suit, he slipped silently into your apartment. Parts of your costume led a trail towards your bathroom with a plastic bag from the local drug store thrown haphazardly next to the door. Dick gritted his teeth in alarm when he bent to check the receipt in the bag. It only had a razor labeled on it.

“(Y/N), open the door,” Dick shouted after he found the door locked. He pounded on it when he heard you gasp within.

“Leave me alone,” you sobbed through the door. 

Dick knelt down in front of the door handle before beginning to pick the lock. “I’m not leaving, (Y/N). You need to open the door.”

“No…,” you moaned as Dick felt the lock click open. He threw open the door to find you standing in front of your sink, holding the razor blade above your wrist. Your hand was shaking as you seemed unable to lower the blade to your skin. Dick ran forward, grabbing both your wrists to force them apart as he stepped behind you. You were pressed against his chest with his arms encircling your body as he hit a pressure point on your wrist to make you drop the blade. It hit the sink with a clang.

“It’s okay, Sweetheart,” Dick soothed into your ear, bring your arms to cross your chest as you continued to sob. “It’s going to be fine.”

“No,” you whimpered. “I couldn’t protect Gar, and he got hurt.” You ducked your head down as Dick slowly turned you to face him.

He let go of your wrists to bring your face up to his. “Gar is fine. It’s not your fault,” Dick hushed, looking you straight in the eye. You calmed a little at the sight of his beautiful blue eyes. 

“But I was supposed to protect him, I was the elder team member,” you cried, burying your face into his chest. He moved his arms around your back, holding you to him.

“You did protect him, (Y/N). He could have been killed if you hadn’t gotten him out of there when you did,” Dick explained, resting his chin on the top of your head. You nodded against his chest as your sobs shook both your bodies. 

Both of you stood there for several minutes before Dick slowly guided you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. He didn’t want you triggered by the sight of the unused razor blade lying in your sink. You stopped crying by then, falling into a listless daze. 

Stopping you by your bed, Dick checked to make sure you could stand on your own before he carefully began to remove the rest of your costume. You helped him somewhat by stepping out of your pants, or raising your arms to take off your shirt. Soon you were left in only your undershirt and spandex shorts. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” Dick comforted, gently tucking you into bed. He sat down on the side of the bed, stoking your hair. You blinked sleepily at him.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, leaning into his touch. “I just couldn’t stop myself.”

Dick hushed you. “It’s alright. What matters is that you didn’t do it.” 

“Why do you put up with me? I cause you so much grief,” you asked, grabbing his hand that was stroking your hair. Tears filled your eyes as Dick could see the guilt in your face.

“Don’t you say that,” he replied sternly. “I love you, and I’m not leaving you.” Dick brushed away the stray tears that fell down your cheeks before leaning down to place a soft kiss to your forehead. “Get some rest.”

You closed your eyes, and your breathing became even. When Dick was certain you were asleep, he let out a sigh of relief. Looking at his hands, he found them shaking from how he was almost too late. He gently turned your wrist around, studying the light scars that rested there as a reminder of your suffering.  

Dick hated how you were in pain. He wanted to take it all away, but he couldn’t. The only thing he could do is be there for you when he needed him. Standing up, Dick went to change out of his costume and into the spare clothes he kept here just for these occasions. 

An hour later, Dick was dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt. He had disposed of the razor blade in the bathroom, and informed Batman about what happened. Black Canary was also called, and would be stopping by tomorrow morning to check-up on you. Even though Dick hated to do it, he had to consider taking you off the team once again. He had taken you off before when he first learned about your self-harming.

Dick shuffled his way back into your bedroom to find you still fast asleep. You had flipped onto your side, allowing room for him to crawl into bed behind you. He wrapped his arm around your waist, pressing himself against your back. Mumbling contently, you reached back to grab his hand, and held it to your chest. Dick smiled at your gesture, glad you seemed at peace.

“I’m not leaving,” Dick breathed into your ear before cuddling his face into your hair. He tightened his arm around your waist, pleased with the fact you were safe in his arms. 

Endless fighting ending with smut

I crawled into bed around 1 in the morning, I tried waiting for Kian to text me and tell me He was on his way home, but I was just too tired. I texted him really quickly before I fell asleep “hey baby, dinner is ready on the stove whenever you come home. I love you. Be safe. -xo”
I woke up the next morning and rolled over and there He was. I have no idea when he came home or how drunk he was when he did, but he was home and that’s what matters right?
We’ve been dating just over three years and for the last few months he’s been quite distant. He parties with his friends every night and doesn’t ask me if I want to come, he doesn’t tell me where he’s going or even that he’s leaving. By the time he wakes up I’m so annoyed that I scream at him when I see him. “You’re finally awake huh? Maybe if you came home at a decent time you could actually spend time with me.” I slammed the door behind me and he didn’t try to follow me. This was going to be a long day at work.

By the time my shift had ended Kian was already at the next party. This repeated endlessly. JC reassured me that Kian never cheated or even talked to any other girls at the parties but that almost makes it worse. Does he just want nothing to do with me that he pretends I don’t exist? I just wanted to be important. I loved him so much it killed me. I didn’t bother waiting up for him tonight. I just crawled into bed with a bottle of tequila. I’m pretty sure I sent him some drunk Snapchat’s of me crying asking why I wasn’t enough but I’ll never know because he didnt acknowledge them.

I left for work the next morning without seeing Kian, and he wasn’t there when I got home. I looked at the calendar. This was the fourth night in a row of him not being home. I sighed and cooked up dinner. Left some on the stove for him, grabbed the tequila and crawled into bed alone, again.

I woke up again and Kian was on the couch. Great, he didn’t even want to sleep in the same bed as me now. I slammed the door and drove to work. Once again, not finding him there when I got home.

I looked at the clock. Midnight. Kian still wasn’t home, and I hadn’t heard from him. I shouldn’t be surprised this was becoming normal for him. It seemed like five nights out of the week he was out with the boys until late and came home and went straight to bed. It made me mad, but it hurt me more than anything. I missed him. He was my main priority and I wasn’t feeling like I was one of his at all anymore. I typed out a million texts before I found the right words. “Kian, I’m not sure where you are, and I’m not sure you even care that I’m not there with you. It seems like all we can do lately is fight.. I just want to feel important to you. I miss you. I’ll be at Jessica’s house if you care.” I sighed as I hit send and jumped in my car and drove to my best friends house. I pulled into her driveway and she was waiting on the porch. She handed me a bottle of tequila and gave me a huge hug. “I thought maybe you needed something strong tonight.” She shrugged as I opened the bottle and put it to my lips. “You always know exactly what I need.” I smiled at her as we walked inside.

Kian’s POV
I pulled out my phone to check the time and saw that y/n had texted me. I sighed and opened it up and began to read it. My heart stopped after I read the text and I threw my phone across the room. She made me so fucking mad sometimes. She didn’t understand that I just needed to hang out with my boys sometimes. She’s always pouting and throwing fits trying to make me feel guilty. Jc walked up to me and handed me my shattered phone “What was the for dude?” He asked “y/n is trying to guilt me into coming home.” I snapped. “I don’t fucking understand why she gets so moody when I go out!” Jc looked at me like I was an idiot. “What?!” I snapped “well man, you’ve only gone out with us for the last five nights in a row, came home to dinner waiting on the stove for you, and the LOVE of your LIFE asleep in your bed after trying to wait up for you so she could actually spend time with you. Then by the time you wake up, she’s working or you start screaming at her because you’re hungover and grouchy.” I looked at him, “no, that’s not true! You don’t see the texts from her. She pouts because she doesn’t know where I am or when I’m coming home like she’s my damn mom or something.” I spout back. Jc just looked at me “or, “ he started “maybe she loves you and wants to spend quality time with you.” “I doubt it.” I growled as I walked away. It was 3:00 in the morning by the time we walked into our house. Expecting y/n to have been bluffing and be asleep in our bed I walk into the bedroom and crawl into bed. I reach over and go to pull her close to me and she’s not there. She’s actually not here. “JC” I scream “SHES GONE SHES NOT HERE WHAT DO I DO.” I’m drunk and I can feel myself panicking and losing my breath “breathe. I’m sure she’s just at a friends. She’ll come home tomorrow just go to bed. You’re too drunk to do anything tonight anyways” I sigh knowing he was right and crawl back into bed. Halfway through the night I’m still awake because somehow I can’t sleep in our bed without her there. I pull out my laptop and get on Facebook and message her “baby please come home, I’m so sorry. I broke my phone after I read your text last night I’ve been an ass please come home.” I hit send and go out and lay on the couch to try to get some sleep. I wake up a few hours later and check my computer, she read my message two hours ago but she didn’t answer me. Fuck. Which friends house did she say she was at? I can’t remember. Fuck. I get up and punch the wall as hard as I can. “I fucking suck” I mutter to myself.

Your POV
it’s been three days since I left my house. I’ve just been in my best friends bed sulking. Kian was losing his mind texting me, calling me and trying to FaceTime me. I didn’t answer any of them. Serves him right I thought. He does this to me every day. I rolled my eyes. Right as I put my phone down my best friend walked in. “Sweetie, I love having you here, but if you’re not leaving him, I think he’s suffered enough. I think you need to go home.” She said quietly. I knew she was right. I stood up and gave her a big hug. “Call me” she whispered. “Good luck.” “Thanks for everything.” I said as I headed out to my car.
I pulled into my driveway as JC was pulling out. He gave me a soft smile and mouthed “I’m sorry” I smiled and nodded my head. “Me too” I answered. I opened the front door expecting to see a huge mess on the couch that was my drunk boyfriend but he wasn’t there. “Jc did you forget something?” He called from the bedroom. I paused and didn’t answer. My heart was in my stomach. I had no idea what he would do when he saw me, I didn’t know if I should expect angry Kian or the guy I fell in love with. I found out soon enough as he rounded the corner calling “Jc is that you?” Only for him to see me and run to me and pick me up crying. “You came home” he sobbed “I didn’t think I would ever see you again. I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to take you for granted, I didn’t mean to make you feel unimportant you are literally the most important thing in my life. I thought you left me I thought you were gone.” He rambled as he held me closer than he had in a long time. “Kian all my stuff is here, why would you think I left without any of my stuff.” I pondered out loud. ”because I’m an idiot and treated you like shit and you haven’t talked to me in three days or came home in three days. I thought you just didn’t want anything that reminded you of me so you left all of you stuff and just left me.” He was still crying, and still holding me to his chest. He picked me up and carried me to the couch and sat me on top of his lap. He kissed me, gently at first and then passionately. “Never leave me again.” He whispered. “I need you.” “I won’t.” I answered. “I need you too Ki, that’s why I’ve been fighting you so much.. you’ve practically ignored me for a week now. I didn’t think you cared.” He pulled me closer, “I care more than anything, I’m so sorry, the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.” I looked up at him, and noticed the hole in the wall behind us. “Uhh, Ki?” I asked gently “why is there a hole in the wall.” He buried his head ashamed, “I may have lost my mind without you.” He said quietly. “I broke my phone too.” “Baby,” I cooed, “you have to be careful you’re going to get hurt.” I said kissing the top of his head. “I know, I know.” He answered. “I’m sorry.” He apologized once again. I grabbed him by the hand and pulled him into our bedroom. “There’s one positive thing to come out of fighting..” I said biting my lip “what’s that?” He asked softly staring at my lips knowing full well what the answer was. I pulled him on top of me and pulled his shirt over his head. I kissed his neck and his chest until he flipped us over so I was on top. I kissed all the way down his body until I reached his jeans, I unzipped and slid them off and pulled out his penis and slipped it into my mouth. I missed him so much. He pulled me up and pulled off my dress revealing that I hadn’t bothered to put on a bra or underwear. “Fuck babe.” He groaned “you’re so fucking sexy” he slipped my breast into his mouth and gently bit on my nipple. He pulled the other one into his mouth and did the same thing. He kissed down my body until he got down to my pussy. He kissed my thighs and gently starting kissing my pussy. “Ki, I need you.” I groaned “soon princess soon.” He teased “no now.” I fired back. I needed to feel him fill me up. I craved him inside me. “I need to feel you inside me Kian please.” I begged some more knowing he couldn’t resist when I begged for him. With one smooth motion he slipped his dick inside me “fuck babe” and started pumping in and out passionately kissing every part of my body he could reach. “I love you y/n” he moaned as he filled my pussy with his hard cock. “I love you Kian Robert Lawley” I moaned loudly “fuck Kian! Harder!” I screamed. An hour later he collapsed on top of me breathlessly. He nuzzled his face into my neck and softly kissed the hickey that was starting to appear. “Mine.” He whispered possessively. “Yours.” I answered him. “Always.” We fell asleep like that and when I woke up he was already up. I walked into the kitchen and he had five dozen roses scattered along our countertop and a freshly made breakfast waiting for me at the table. He greeted me with a hug and a kiss “I love you Princess. Forever.”

secretlvtale  asked:

What if after years of physical and emotional abuse from his parents Tom is finally broken and is now just a shell of himself. Like no longer reacting to anything and his body just going auto pilot. So it's up to Marco (and maybe even Star) to help him pick up the pieces after finally managing take him to the Diaz house to recover.

Oh my goshhh! Some angst! I had a lot of fun with this! You know how much I love angst and writing this was really sad but really fun to write haha. I hope it came out good and I hope you enjoy it!


“Have you spoken to him recently?” Marco asked. Star shook her head.

“I saw him at some diplomatic dinner a few weeks ago, where all the allied dimension’s leaders were meeting up. I tried to say hi but he just phased me.” Star explained. Marco bit his lip and played with the hem of his shirt.

“Star… I’m so worried about him.” Marco admitted. He bit his lip harder to try and stop himself from crying. “He won’t answer my calls or texts. We used to be so close. He won’t even speak to me. It’s like he’s just some sort of stranger, and he always looks so sad, and tired.” Marco explained. Tears were beginning to well up in his eyes. Star gasped and ran over to give her friend a hug. Marco sobbed and held onto her. “Why won’t he say anything to me, Star?” He cried. “I love him.” He blubbered.

“I know, I know.” Star smiled. “I love him too, he’s our friend but-” Marco cut her off.

“Not like that, Star!” Marco cried, and he shoved her away. “I LOVE him.” Marco repeated. Star pulled back and realized what Marco was saying. She sighed and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly.

“I’m sorry Marco. We’ll get him back, we’ll bring him back to you.” She promised.


“Tom!” A harsh voice called. Star and Marco stood in the king of hell’s main hall. Tom entered the room and looked up.

“Yes?” He asked.

“The princess of Mewni is here, she requested a tour of the facility. Tend to their needs.” He commanded. Tom nodded and motioned for the two to follow him.

“Please, come this way.” He told them. Star and marco exchanged confused looks. Tom seemed like he didn’t even recognize them. He was just setting off on auto pilot. As soon as they left the room Marco put his hand on Tom’s shoulder to stop him.

“Tom, please stop this.” Marco begged. “We’re worried about you.” He told the demon. Tom stood there and seemed to not be paying attention to what he was saying. “Tom, we know what you’ve been going through here. It’s not hard to realize.” Marco told him. “I notice every time you came over with a black eye and I noticed all the times you flinch when when somebody went to touch you. I should have said something.” Tears welled up in Marco’s eyes. “I should have done something to make it better I just… always thought it was none of my buisness, and I thought you would rather me stay quiet. But I have to say these things now, Tom.” Marco grabbed Tom’s shoulders and he felt the demon stiffen.

“Tom, please come home with us.” Star begged. “We can help you.” She put on her biggest smiled and held both her friend’s hands. “We can take you to Marco’s house. Where it will b safe and nobody will hurt you anymore.” Star assured.

“Don’t you want that?” Marco asked. “To be safe? With me- I mean us?” Marco quickly corrected himself. “You don’t need to stay in the dark, you deserve more than this. Please come with us, for me?” Marco asked. Tom was quiet for a long time. He kept looking between Star and Marco and then at the door his father was on the other side of. He looked down at his hands through for a moment. He then looked up at Marco.

“If… I go with you…” Tom started. “Would anyone know where to find me?” He asked. Marco shook his head and took the demon’s hand.

“You’d be safe.” He promised. Tom looked back at the door and Marco could have sworn he saw a faint look of fear pas over his face. But Tom seemed so numb to everything it was hard to pin down exactly what he was thinking or feeling. He looked over at Marco and slowly reached his hand out, to touch Marco’s hand.

“I think… we should go.”


Tom felt the window with his hands. The glass was cold on his fingers. Tom was still for a long while, but jumped when he felt Marco touch his arm. “Sorry.” Marco apologized. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” Marco assured. Tom was staring out the window with a blank expression on his face. He was looking intensly at the moon. “Tom, is everything okay? You’ve been here days but, have hardly said a word.” Marco asked. Tom’s eyes grew wider and he watched the sky.

“I forgot what the earth sky looked like. I haven’t been here in so long.” Tom reminded. Marco nodded and moved closer to him.

“I missed you. A lot.” He told the demon. Tom was quiet and he pulled away a bit.

“Don’t say things like that.” Tom whispered. Marco looked curious.

“Why not?” Marco asked. “You’ve been away so long. I missed you! I was worried about you!” Marco cried. He held the demon’s hand, but Tom pulled it away. He was beginning to show emotion of some kind. But it wasn’t the type Marco was hoping for. Tom was beginning to shake and his breathing became more ragged. “Tom, please don’t shut me out again.” Marco begged. “Don’t you see what’s happening to you?” He asked. “They poisoned you! You’re suffering and I want to help.” Marco smiled and touched the demon’s shoulder.

Tom’s eyes snapped open, they were glowing an angry red and he put his hand out. Marco felt himself freeze in place, like he was being held by some sort of invisible force. “Stop. Talking.” Tom hissed. “You can’t fool me again!” Tom seethed.

“Tom… wh-what… are you talking about?” Marco sputtered out. It was hard to talk with Tom holding him, frozen in place. He lifted Marco off of the ground.

“I know you don’t care! I know all you’ve done is lie to me!” Tom hissed. “I never should have come here… I let you trick me again!” Tom screamed. He slammed Marco down onto the ground. “I let you make me think you cared! I let myself feel again only to have you hurt me again!” Tom screamed. He raised his fist and conjured flames around it, Marco gasped and rolled out of the way. Tom punched the ground with a fiery blow.

“Tom! Did I do something wrong?” Marco asked. “You gotta tell me!” He begged. Tom made a move to hit Marco again. He ran towards him with a raised fist, but his steps became more shaky the closer he got.

Tom! You pathetic, worthless moron! I told you to stay away from them!

Tom went to hit Marco but he just collapsed onto the ground. Marco gasped when he saw Tom curl into a ball on the ground.

If that human claims to care about you he’s lying! No creature in their right mind would care about you! He’s only trying to hurt you! Don’t let yourself be so stupid!

“Tom?” Marco asked. Tom covered his face with his hands. Marco got on his knees next to the demon and hugged him close. Tom finally dropped his demeanor and latched tightly onto Marco. He cried into his shoulder while Marco held him close. “Tom please, you have to tell me what’s wrong.” Marco begged.

“I can’t do it…” Tom whispered. “I can’t get hurt again, I can’t let them hurt me anymore.” He cried. Big tears were running down his face and he cried. He tried to squeeze his eyes shut to stop them from falling, but it was no help. “I can’t do it, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T I CAN’T-” Marco cut Tom off by pulling him into a hug.

“You don’t have to. You’re safe now.” Marco promised. Tom cried and nuzzled closer to him. “Is that why you got so closed off? And you shut us out? You thought we would only hurt you?” Marco asked. Tom put his hands over his ears and closed his eyes tightly.

“Please stop talking, don’t make me listen.” He begged. Marco collected Tom in a hug.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to listen, just stay here.” Marco assured. Tom just fell totally limp in Marco’s arms, staring ahead at nothing. He just felt completely numb. Marco hugged him tighter and buried his face in his hair. “It’s not bad to feel things, Tom.” Marco promised. “You’ll be okay to open up.” Marco swore. Tom shook his head.

“I can’t…” he whispered. Marco bit his lip and held him closer. Tom wasn’t strong enough to be hut again. He’s been broken and beaten too much. It got to the point where all he could do was shut everything out. Marco held him closer.

“There has to be some part of you still in there that believes me.” Marco pleaded. “You just showed me you’re still there.” He smiled warmly. “You can cry and smile and laugh and scream. Those things are okay. Please don’t be void.” Marco begged. “I… I love you too much for that.” Tears streaked down his face. “I love you… the you that would laugh and joke with me… even the you that got angry and jealous of the stupidest little things.” Marco explained. Tom looked up with wide eyes.

“Did you say you love me?” He asked. Marco blushed deeply, but nodded.

“Yes, I do.” Marco repeated. “I love you, Tom.” Marco said again. He gasped when tears began to fall down Tom’s face. “Tom?” Marco asked.

“Are you lying?” Tom asked. Marco knew Tom wouldn’t believe him when he said no, so Marco took his face in his hands and gave him a kiss. When he pulled away Tom was looking at him with wide eyes. Marco gave him a warm smile and Tom moved closer, he looked totally shocked and frozen. “C-can you say it again?” Tom asked, very quietly. Marco laughed and nodded, kissing the demon’s head.

“I love you, Tom. I love you so, so much.” Marco smiled. Tom closed his eyes and leaned against him, he looked so tired. Marco wrapped him up in a hug and hushed him. “Just rest for a while, you need it.” Marco told him, brushing Tom’s hair away. “I love you.”


Remember when I said I’d be posting the Zelink Week Master Quest prompts late? Well, guess what? Chapter One is here! And it’s also really long!

And here begins the tale of Princess Zelda of Hyrule and Prince Link of Calatia and their bitter fight against each other and their arranged marriage.

Light | Forest | Fire | Water

Queen Elaina was interrupted by a knock on her study door. She sighed already knowing who was behind the door and what she was going to say. She rubbed her temples slowly, forcing down her irritation with each step she took toward the door. The other mothers at court never claimed to have this much trouble with their children.

“Lead me to her room, Alice,” the Queen said before the maid could even curtsey. “I might as well deal with this myself. It’s Gerrik and I she’s truly upset with.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Alice bowed slightly then rushed them off to the Princess’ room.

Elaina didn’t knock, simply strode through the door to her daughter’s antechamber. Dresses were strewn across the couches, petticoats were resting inside out on the end tables, and shoes decorated the floor like confetti. Elaina repressed a sigh and turned toward the arches that led to the bedroom. A scarf was thrown across one of the wall sconces and even more clothes littered the floor. The bed was arguably the most presentable thing in the room with three large suitcases opened and completely empty atop it.

“Alice, would you please-” Princess Zelda started before spying the Queen. She plastered an amiable smile across her face. “Hello, Mother. As you can see, I am currently unpacking.”

“Rather violently I gather,” Elaina glanced around the room again. The more she looked, the worse the room seemed. “Such a shame. The Bathorys will be rather perturbed to see you with only one dress for a week-long trip.”

“Now we seem to have had a misunderstanding,” Zelda smiled brightly. “I will not be going to Kakariko Village to meet with the Calatian Royal Family. I will stay here and continue my studies and observe the Council meeting coming up, entertain the court. There is so much I still must learn before I become Crown Princess.”

“Zelda,” Elaina sighed as she watched her daughter gather up the silk wrapped hangers from the floor. “You cannot miss this meeting. It was set in place specifically for you to attend.”

“And there was no need for it,” Zelda shook her head with slightly forced laughter. “I have no need for a husband, Mother. I am capable of ruling Hyrule by myself; you and Father have said so.”

“How many times must I repeat myself?” Elaina reluctantly felt herself fall into ‘Queen Mode.’ “It is not about questioning your right to rule; it’s about creating an alliance between Hyrule and Calatia.”

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Welcome to Hell 1/6

Teen Wolf

Welcome to Hell

Theo accidentally murders his entire family and then kills himself. After winding up in Hell, the Devil offers Theo a job: get Liam Dunbar to kill himself. The only problem, Theo finds himself becoming attracted to his target. Based on the animated YouTube video “Welcome to Hell.” I would highly recommend watching that video before reading this. You won’t regret it, that video is gold. 

The full moon illuminated the quiet cemetery. The sound of a shovel hitting dirt was the only sound that interrupted the crickets chirping. Theo was sweating as he continued to dig. He had been digging for some time now. He was exhausted, but he knew it would be all over soon.

After digging for hours, Theo had successfully made four deep holes in the ground. Without wasting any time, Theo picked up three bodies, one after the other, and placed them in the first three holes.  Then he picked up his shovel again, and covered the bodies with dirt. Feeling sentimental, Theo found four rocks on the ground and used his knife to carve into them. He placed one at the head of each grave. The rocks read, “Mom, Dad, Tara, Me.”

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Oath | Ch.14 | Jungkook

Genre: Angst | Mafia!AU

Members: Jungkook | You/Reader | Yoongi | Taehyung | Namjoon | Hoseok | Jin | Jimin |

Summary: What if one day everything you ever wanted is taken away and your whole world comes crushing down? If you were to forget today, who would you be tomorrow?

Originally posted by kookieluvcookies

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Word count: 2629

Warning: Smut ahead!

After hearing your answer, Taehyung went to his room and smashed the door closed, making you jump in surprise at the sound. He was really pissed. No chance of talking to him right now. You stood in front of his room, leaning against the wall. Why were you feeling bad for this? It was not like you did something wrong. He crossed the line, he should be the one in your shoes right now. Maybe he was. You were afraid to knock on the door. You were just emptily staring at your feet while the voices in your head screamed all sorts of things, making several different scenarios of how it could go if you went in.

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Genre: Demon/Angel !BTS

Fandom: BTS

Warnings: Suicide mention, death, religious themes, violence.

Summary: A demon from “Hell” and an Angel from “Heaven” find you in a compromising situation and try to convince you to make the choice of either dying or living but it turns out they made a mistake. 

(A/N: I know this concept is a little different from the ones I usually do and since i’m actually an atheist I just wanted to say that none of this is my personal beliefs nor am I trying to mock anyone’s religion.)

Originally posted by jeonsshi

The wind hitting the shown skin on your body as you stood steadily on the ledge. The view starting to be engraved into your memory, the temperature that made your skin so cold, and the sound of the cars under you were all things that were keeping you in the moment. You inhaled slowly.

“Don’t. Please.”

You open your eyes, looking back to an unfamiliar voice. The young man with a light silver toned hair color stared back at you. He was someone you’ve never seen before. You step off the ledge to approach him but suddenly someone else calls out to him.

“Being as nosy as ever, huh?” The taller, blonde says to him.

The blonde comes over to you and grabs your wrist just to pull you closer to him. He leans in to meet yours eyes. 

“It’s okay, beautiful. You can look all you want. The city is pretty at this time..”

Confusion turns to fear in only seconds when you notice the fangs when he speaks. You back away from him to feel yourself stepping back on the ledge of the building. 

“I-..” Was all you could get out before the silver haired boy comes running over.

“Taehyung stop it! She’s not supposed to die yet and you know it!” He yells, covered you.

At least now you could put a name to the blonde one’s face. Taehyung scoffed.

“If she’s willing to jump then she can die whenever she wants…then I can have her pretty soul to myself. I know being an angel can be boring sometimes but Jimin, and I say this with respect, fuck off.”

Jimin grabbed your hand and pulled you away from the ledge. He looked at you with a worried look on his face. 

“If you die here he’s going to drag your soul to hell. Please, listen to me Y/N.”

Your eyes widened at the stranger knowing your name. What the hell was this? A church recruitment? 

“Let go of me! I don’t know who you are or what the hell you two are talking about but I’ll call the police!” You told them. 

Taehyung scoffed. “Now look what you did. You pissed her off.”

You reached for your phone in your pocket but it instantly appeared in Jimin’s hands. 

“I’m here to stop you from killing yourself Y/N…I’m not here to hurt you.”

“But I wasn’t going to kill myself?”

Taehyung and Jimin were left with confused faces this time. The atmosphere immediately grew silent. Another man appeared from behind Jimin like something out of a cliche movie. 

“What did I tell you about interfering with human’s lives?” He sighed, not seeming amused in the slightest. 

Jimin looked down at his shoes. “I-….but I thought she was going to get hurt! I’m her guardian angel and he keeps trying to get her killed!” He told him, pointing childishly at Taehyung.

The older one glared at Taehyung who just gave an innocent looking smile. His gazed turned towards you.

“Both of you can see the date that she’s going to die so leave it at that and stop interfering.”

You couldn’t take it any longer, bursting out at them. 

“What is going on?! Someone explain all of this!”

Jimin looked up. “I told you that I’m supposed to be your guardian angel.”

“And you expect me to believe that…?”

“uh. well you did already see me make your phone appear in my hands and Namjoon just appeared out of nowhere. What else do you want me to do?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes. “This isn’t fun anymore. I’m leaving.”

“Wait!” You called after him. 

He stopped. “What is it?”

“….Why would you try to get me killed?”

He walked over, pulling his shirt off. Huge black wings came from his back as he stepped closer. 

“I’m a demon so don’t take it personally. It’s just my way of having fun. Plus it’s funny to see Jiminie get so defensive. Looks like he broke rule number one with his little crush on you.”

When you looked over at Jimin he just looked annoyed. 

“Put your shirt back on, she gets the point. oh, and Y/N if you weren’t trying to get yourself killed what are you doing walking along the edge of the roof?? Do you know how much I was freaking out?!” He was practically scolding you.

“I-I’m just not afraid of heights…It’s relaxing up here.” You explained.

Taehyung laughed. “She reminds me of Jungkook. Putting yourself in danger for no reason.”

Jimin sighed. “Please…Just don’t do stuff like that anymore. It might not kill you but you could become paralyzed or worse.”

You nodded slowly, suddenly feeling sorry for this stranger to worry about you.

“Shit.” Taehyung said under his breath.

“What?” You asked.

He looked at Jimin. “Nobody has seen me and lived. I’m sure humans aren’t supposed to see you either.”

Jimin crossed his arms, thinking. “Maybe I could use her to help other humans.”

The blonde haired demon shrugged. “I mean, does it really matter? It’s not like she has much time left anyway.”

Your eyes widened and you felt frozen in fear. Not much time? There was so much you still wanted to do. What was going to be the cause of death? Would it cause you to suffer? So much was running through your head after he said those words. Jimin frowned. 

“You aren’t supposed to tell he that! For god’s sake. What is wrong with you?”

You finally felt like you were able to use your legs and you just started running. You ran down the stairs going all the way down to the first floor. You made it all the way home and slammed the door shut behind you, locking everything. You didn’t want to give anything a chance to come near you that would end up getting you killed. Jimin appeared in front of you. 

“Y/N…Locking yourself up won’t change your time on earth.”

You teared up. “J-Jimin….p-please… I don’t want to die…Please don’t let it happen.”

He held you against his chest. “I’ll try to protect you the best I can…so for now I need you to help me out. There’s another angel who can also look after you when I have to help other people. His name is Hoseok. But you need to really stay away from other demons.”

You nodded, wanting to just trust him if it meant you wouldn’t die. 

He pulled you away slightly to look at your face. You still had tears running down your cheeks. 

“How do I know what other demons look like?” You asked.

“Well. They aren’t like in the movies. They don’t have red skin with horns and a tail. They’re attractive, cunning, and hide their true motives. The ones associated with Taehyung are Yoongi, Jin, and Jungkook. I won’t let them get near you but you’re gonna have to trust me. Okay?”

You nodded again. “But Namjoon and Taehyung said it was against the rules to interfere with human lives. Will something bad happen to you?”

He shook his head, wiping your tears. “You don’t have to worry about me. You barely know me.”

“Well the same goes for you…I just met you today.”

“That’s true today I the day we first met but I’ve been assigned to you since you were born.”

You blushed. “’ve seen everything that happens in my life?”

He nodded. “Pretty much”

Suddenly now you were caught up thinking about every embarrassing thing you’d ever done and how this gorgeous and perfect person had seen it all. You walked over to the couch and sat down, covering your face in embarrassment.

“Just please don’t mention anything about the past then..” You begged him.

He smiled. “It’s okay. You’re not the first person I’ve watched over. To be exact you’re number 4. It’ll take a lot to phase me now..”

You looked over at the clock in the kitchen, seeing the time. 

“….You said you won’t always be here?” you asked.

“Yes, sometimes I have to go help other angels if I’m asked. Why?”

“Other that those times…will you be by my side?”

Jimin blushed. “O-of course. Why are you asking?”

You stood up from the couch. “Well, what if someone comes here at night? I’m a little scared to be left in my house alone now. Could you stay here tonight? I don’t know if you even have to sleep but I was just wondering if you had no where else to be I mean.”

He nodded. “Yeah, Y/N. I’ll stay here.”

Relief in Exchange for Heartbreak (Part 2)

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Harry had been gone for two weeks. Harry had flown to LA. Harry hadn’t made any contact with you.

As much as it killed you knowing that Harry wasn’t one, in the country and two, realising he hadn’t once called your phone. Your sister had been staying with you for a few days. 

“Lets go out!” She said as she poured herself a glass of wine. You groaned from the sofa and threw a pillow on your face. “You haven’t been out in two weeks. Come on!”

“I just want to stay in, watch movies, drink wine and cry.” You grumbled into the pillow. You heard her chuckle and she came and sat next to you. 

“It’ll do you some good.” She sung, slowly peeling the pillow from your face. You were met with her eyes and smile. “Come on, (Y/N)….” 

“Fine!” You sighed, pushing yourself off the sofa, grabbing her wine glass in the process. “I’ll be needing this then.” With that, you started to jog upstairs towards Harry and your’s bedroom. 

After wearing a simple pair of white jeans and blouse, you were ready to go. Your sister had booked a cab to take you to a bar before you went to a club. Making sure the windows were locked and the front door, you jumped in the cab driving to the bar. 

“Okay, if you feel like you want to go home at any time, just say the word.” She reassured you. You nodded weakly and looked out the window, sighing. You had tried your hardest to not think of Harry throughout the past two weeks, but it was just impossible. Everything you did reminded you of him. Washing your hair? Harry. Making breakfast? Harry. Taking the rubbish out? Harry. 

Once you arrived at the bar, alcohol seemed like a good solution to the temporary problem. Your sister ordered your drinks as you took a seat at a table. You briefly checked your phone and there were no messages, no calls, but hundreds of emails from work which you couldn’t give a fuck about at the moment. 

As your sister came back with your drinks and sat down, you could see her fidgeting. 

“What?” You sighed.

“Okay, what actually happened? You and Harry did not mutually end this. What happened?” She said all in one go. Your eyes widened. Your family loved Harry, you loved Harry, this was going to be hard. 

“He, urm, well, he was seeing someone else.” You whispered, really trying to fight back tears, surprised that there were any tears left. 

“Wait, what?” She asked quietly, her eyes dancing between yours. “(Y/N)…” She trailed off. You traced the rim of your wine glass and scoffed. 

“He hasn’t called me, (Y/S/N), at all. I can’t believe I fell in love with a selfish, dishonest, revolting man.”


“What hurts me the most is that for months, I thought it was me! I thought I had done something wrong! I loved that man so much. He was my everything. I just want him back but I don’t know if I can ever forgive him.” You choked out, desperately fighting back a sob. 


You froze and looked behind you to see Harry, standing there. You stood up and grabbed your bag. You looked once more at Harry before swiftly walking out of the bar, towards the street. 

“(Y/N)!” Harry called after you, running after you. “Talk to me!”

“And say what?!” You screamed, not a shout, an actual scream. “Say, Sorry? Say, that I still love you? Say, that I miss you? Because I mean all of that. Every fucking word! I’m sorry! I love you! I miss you!” You sobbed, not bothering to fight the tears any longer. Harry deserved to see you cry. Harry deserved to see you suffering the pain he put you through. 

“Baby, you need to let me explain. I’m not going try and defend myself.” You held up your hands, cutting him off. 

“I’m going to go, but before I do, and be honest because I can’t live with another lie, why? Why did you do it?” You said, wiping under your eyes. 

He nervously licked his lips. His god damn lips. He ran his fingers through his hair. The hair you would tie up for him, the hair you would braid, the hair you would wash. 

“You know when I was in LA writing a few months back?” You nodded. “I was drunk…”

You scoffed. “Said every cheating arsehole!”

“I was drunk and she was just there, I guess.” He shrugged. “It was a one time thing…”

“Bullshit! Absolute bullshit! I’ve seen you and her out together recently! You actually saw her again?”

He hesitated before nodding, looking down, ashamed. Damn right he should be ashamed at himself. You let out a shaky breath as Harry grabbed your hands, making him look into his eyes. 

I love you. Not her, you. She is irrelevant. She is nothing to me!” He begged. 

You started to lean in towards his ear, and whispered seductively. 

“I hope you kept her number.” Just as the cab pulled up, you pulled away and before he could respond, you brought your hand up and slapped him hard, straight round the face. 

You harshly pulled the cab door open and climbed in. Before you could shut the door, Harry held it open, a red mark starting to form on his cheek. 

“Please don’t go, I love you!” He sobbed, maybe in pain or maybe in distress. 

“And I love you! But we’re over, Harry.” You pushed him back lightly before slamming the door, the cab leaving the curb. You fought it and fought it but the urge to look through the back window was too strong. 

You turned to look through the window and saw Harry standing in the road, staring at the cab. You didnt think you could love someone as much as you loved Harry. 

“I’m going to miss you.” You whispered, resting your head against the window, letting the tears roll down your cheeks.