rain from a distance

Goodbye Mr. English Guy (Newt Scamander X Reader)

Requested: Yes

@fangirl4mbct: Hi can you do a Newt X Reader where the reader is a muggle (her and newt are in love) and she and Jacob get their memories taken but they still become friends and open the bakery together a few days later Queeny, Tina and Newt walk in and see them smiling and the reader looks at the three before looking back at Jacob with a knowing smile and she says something like “finally you guys come in here how long has it been since we’ve last seen you” and it’s all cute and fluffy?

Word Count: 974

A/N: Yay, I finally wrote something! I’m sorry for the long wait, I just never found the time to sit my butt down and write a full paragraph, hehe.
I changed the plot a tiny bit but I hope that’s alright! I’m sorry if this sucks!

*****

They all stared teary-eyed as Jacob walked away, not looking back. People passed, drenched from head to toe, their memories fading away.
The four people still sheltered from the rain, remained unnoticed. Millions of tiny water crystals fell onto the streets, the patter of the heavy droplets soothing and welcoming.

You knew it was your turn to step out and return to your normal life, you knew that it was the right thing to do. But your heart fought against you, not daring to move into the rain as if it were boiling acid. Acid that would strip away who you now were.

A gentle squeeze brought you back from your thoughts, you hadn’t realized that you were holding Newt’s hand.

“(Y/N), I…I can’t lose you,” Newt says, holding back tears that were threatening to fall. He had to be strong, for your sake. “We can make this work! You can climb into my case and I can take you to England and we can start a new life there without fear of being hunted by the ministry because they accept relationships with muggles and-”

He was stumbling over his words, something he did when he was extremely nervous. Oh, the things you already knew about the man and what he knew about you - and you had literally met over twenty-four hours ago! It was love at first sight, it was fate and now, it was being ripped apart.

You place your shaking hand on to Newt’s face and shake your head sadly.

“You know that’s risky Newt, I can’t have you get into any more trouble.”

“But-” he protests, desperately holding you closer.

“It’s…it’s alright, love. Jacob was right, I was never supposed to know any of this, it’s for…the best.”

He looks at you with sad but understanding eyes. A tear trickles slowly down his cheek.

“I love you.” he whispers.

“I love you too,” you say gently, tears also streaming down your face. You stand on your tiptoes and press your lips to his, savouring the feeling or his full lips against yours. You both tasted tears.
When you pulled away your body screamed for his touch, screamed to stay with him, but you fought against it, you had to.

You step back, face the streets and take a deep breath.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find her again,” Tina says gently to Newt. “We’ll find both of them, after all, they were friends before this whole thing.”

“But how will she remember?”

You smile sadly and turn your head ever so slightly and say, “I’m the same person, and I’ll find you attractive as soon as I see you. And if that doesn’t do anything helpful, grab me and kiss me, I won’t be complaining. Then…just be you, the one I fell in love with. Goodbye Mr. English Guy.”

With that, you step out into the rain and close your eyes. After a few seconds your head snaps up and you groan, quickly walking home.

“What kind of idiot am I for not bringing an umbrella?!” you scold yourself, bringing your hand up to rub your eyes with frustration.
Wait, had you been crying? You shake your head and tell yourself that it was just the rain.
“Damn the rain.” you mutter rather loudly before scurrying off.

“Damn the rain.” Newt repeats, watching you from a distance, hidden in the shadows.

*****

“Okay, tell me again. You’re saying that someone just gave you a bunch of silver eggs to fund for this bakery?” you ask Jacob with bulging eyes and a smile as you stand with him behind the counter, serving eager customers from left and right.

“Yep, crazy isn’t it?” he replies laughing.

“Where’d you get your ideas from, Mr. Kowalski?” a woman with a smiling face asks, admiring the baked goods.

“I don’t know! I don’t know…They just come.”

Suddenly the bell on the door jingles and three people walk in. However one, in particular, catches your eye.

“Hullo,” Newt says, walking up to the counter where you and Jacob stood. Your eyes never left the handsome man’s face. Wait, did he just flicker his eyes towards you too? You didn’t know why but he seemed awfully familiar…

“Hello, there mister! How can I help you today?…” Jacob’s voice trails off as he sees a pretty blonde haired girl walk up beside the man you had eyes for.

“Oh, I can’t take this anymore.” the one with dark hair yells. “Do something!”

Newt blinks a couple times and swoops in and kisses you on the lips, taking you completely off guard.

Everyone stares at him in shock.

When he pulled away, he shrunk back, as if he expected you to slap him or anything. To be completely honest, you enjoyed it, a lot and you weren’t going to complain. But suddenly with a pang in your chest, it all came rushing back. A flood of memories filled you with warmth a and you ran around the counter and jumped into Newt’s arms, startling him this time.

“Oh Newt, I’ve missed you!” you say, hugging him tightly and burying yourself into him.

Jacob seems to snap out of the whole memory loss thing too and says with a knowing smile, “Finally, you guys showed up! How long has it been since we’ve last seen you?”

But you barely heard him, the sound of his voice being drowned out and overpowered by Newt’s presence. All you wanted to feel, hear and see was Newt, and all he wanted was you.

“So it wasn’t goodbye after all.” Newt murmurs into your ear, gripping you tightly as if you would slip out of his reach again.

“Yeah, although it was fun saying ‘Goodbye Mr. English Guy’.” you reply with a laugh.

He rolls his eyes and presses his lips to yours once more.

They Never Told Him [Dick Grayson x Reader]

A/N: Part two of ‘They Never Told You’. I was meant to put it in with the first part but it’s WAY too long. Also, I could crush more hearts. Sorrynotsorry.

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader x Barbara Gordon

Word Count: 1112

@the-singing-canary @saramdeuli @schninner-writes-some-stuff @dc-comics-imagines 

MASTERLIST


Your death hit everyone hard, but no one took it harder than Dick. When the hideout exploded with you inside, he screamed. He screamed like every bone in his body broke. It took everyone to stop him from running there into the destruction. It pained them, but they knew you wouldn’t want them to get hurt, especially Dick.

Searching for your body was difficult, but what was even more heartbreaking was that Dick was the one who found it. He recognized you immediately, even when there wasn’t much of you to identify with. His lips wobbled as his knees buckled and he fell beside your body. He shook as grief overtook him.

He should’ve been there. He should’ve saved you. It should’ve been him, not you. He had lost his parents, and he had prayed to every God he knew not to take someone else away, especially not you.

But the Gods never heard his prayers, and they ripped you from his arms too.

They never told him fate was as cruel as this.

The sky was clear and sunny, there was not a cloud above. Dick hated it, it was your funeral, the sky should be dark and gloomy. There should be growls of thunder from the distance as the darkening clouds threaten to rain hell upon them, but instead, they got sunshine and rainbows, with birds chirping joyously in the background.

The ceremony was small and private. There were only a few people that attended, and it made him sad. You were an amazing person who always brought light and happiness into people’s life, at least into his life. There should be more.

Even when everyone left, he stayed and stared at the grave. Walking away meant finally letting you go, and he wasn’t ready to do that. He wasn’t going to let you go, ever.

They never told him of a tragedy like this.

Days strung past, slowly, unbearably. Your presence was woven into the manor, where Dick was staying for the time being. They didn’t allow him to go on patrol, not until he got himself together, something he thought would be impossible.

You haunted him, surely you did. How else could he explain your laughter etched in his mind, your smile in rooms you were often found in and your touch whenever he felt alone. It was similar to when he had lost his parents, but back then he had you, who understood him and held him up, just as he did with you.

They never told him he would be as weak as this.

Dick found himself holding onto a piece of you constantly–an item you owned, a photo, even your old school assignments you left around the manor. He held onto anything he could. Some may see it was sad and pathetic, but he didn’t care. He was a mess.

You would be disappointed, that’s for sure. He could bet his life that you were frowning down upon him from above, in the realm of angels and saints, where a precious, pure soul like yours belonged.

They never told him friends left like this.

It was strange; you never know what you want until it’s finally lost. Dick felt that way towards you, for he never knew how much he actually needed you until you were gone. It wasn’t just your comforting word and your smile either, it was your… love. He desired your love, something which he never noticed before, not until it was taken from him.

His heart was desperate for you. It thrashed around in his chest, crying and screaming for the woman who stayed by his side through thick and thin, and no matter what, always returned to him.

They never told him regret feels like this.

He realized how blind he was. At first he was confused and shocked, but now he knew why; he was in love with you, he still is, and he didn’t know how long those feelings would stay. He doubt they would ever go away.

He didn’t know how such a feeling slipped from his mind. He vaguely recalled a time when things were different, when you were still the orphan Bruce took in, and his heart did flips. You had him smitten from the very first day, but he held the feelings inside of him for so long it seemed as if it was normal, for he didn’t believe they were returned.

That was why he never noticed them, because he convinced himself that being your best friend, no matter how painful it was, was enough.

It wasn’t enough, but it was too late for that now.

They never told him the worst part of this.

“Hey.” Dick whispered, sitting in front of your grave. He visited as much as he could, but recently he had been visiting less because he finally got his act together and went out there again. Bludhaven needed him and no matter how crushed he felt, he had a job to do and he was going to do it right.

“Sorry I haven’t visited in awhile, I’ve been busy.” He apologized, feeling a pang in his heart at the silence that followed. He continued, “I… I broke up with Babs, I don’t think I could stand being in the relationship any longer, not when–” he swallowed thickly, trying to will himself not to cry, “not when I don’t love her.”

He could imagine your look; your gorgeous eyes wide and curious as you demanded who stole his heart this time. You would’ve laughed if he said it had been stolen all along, and he could only imagine your blushing face when he would tell you that you were the one who stole it.

The scenario played itself over and over again in his head, finally causing those tears to fall because he knew it was never going to occur.

“Y-You know… I never got to tell you this but I’ll tell you now.” Dick confessed in a broken voice. “I love you. I love you so much [F/N]… I-I’m sorry I didn’t realize it before, I’m sorry–” he choked on his words, “please come back. You do-don’t have to forgive me, but please come back.”

He leaned forward, resting his head against the tombstone. His sobs were too loud in the silent cemetery. “I miss you… I want to see you ag-again. I-I want to see your smile, and hear your voice, and-and feel you hug me just-just–” he wiped his tears but they kept flowing, “just please. I miss you, I need you.”

“Please…”

They never told him love was going to be like this.

☁ - find shelter from the weather…in the same place (w/ classpresident!yoongi)

“Always, always! The one time I choose not to bring a damned umbrella is the only day it decides to pour down like Niagara falls,”

As if it couldn’t get worse enough than the pouring rain, the voice from a distance seems to be just that.

“Y/N,”

Your head turns, meeting eyes with - “…oh hell no,”

“What? I didn’t even do anything!”

Scoffing, you take a seat conveniently nearest to you, which is right beside him because there’s nowhere else.

“You said my name,”

“…what else was I supposed to call you?” Yoongi snorts, resting his chin in his palm as he gazes at you.

“…whatever…”

Silence falls between the pair of you aside from the pitter pattering meeting the sidewalk. Exhaling deeply with nothing to do (because why, again, of all days you decide to leave your headphones and book at home), you’re left to staring ahead to the cars passing by in a slow motion speed before a hand comes up with a side of an earpiece that links you back to - “No thanks, Yoongi,”

He’s persistent, proceeding to place it in your ear and you scoff, not bothering to take it off when the music comes up. It’s an interesting melody before the beat kicks in and as soon as the voice starts to sing, rap more specifically, your eyes widen slightly because - “Is that you?”

Yoongi shrugs, “Maybe,”

“…no way,”

“…fine, it is. So what?”

You smile, and Yoongi likes it. A lot.

“It’s cool,”

Yoongi smiles and it’s not bad. It’s pleasant.

“…thanks,”

((“you know, i’m really glad it rained today,” 

you’re not sure of what yoongi means by that. 

you don’t plan to, either.

“…yeah, sure.”

to plain english, yoongi knows that means me too. i won’t say it, though.

it’s enough for him, though.))

London’s Calling

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Chapter Nine: Cracks 

Word Count: 3258

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“So that’s it?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me too.”

It’s a strong statement to say both teens are to blame for what happened. Blame isn’t really the right word, even though both Riley and Lucas are at fault for what transpired the day they called quits on their friendship. Everyone involved believed that their actions were the right thing to do. But, that’s getting ahead of ourselves. 

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Say it again (1/1)

Summary: Trini disliked Kimberly Hart during her first year in Angel Grove.

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Trini disliked Kimberly Hart.

The first time Trini saw Kimberly; Kim was wearing her cheer uniform and was pressed against Ty Flemming’s locker, which happens to be just a couple lockers away from Trini’s, making out with him as if her life depended on it.

It was Trini’s first day at the new school, halfway through the first semester when she transferred in. She rolled her eyes at the couple making out, ignoring her presence, she placed her books inside then slammed it close. Her small hands gripping the backpack straps then walking away with her head down low.

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We Intertwined: Ch. 6

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 5 | AO3 | Chapter 7
Word Count: 1,676

A/N: Let me know what you think of this one! Tagging some friends, @chocobro-daydreams @mistressoli @teneniel @iinkpools @chocobrodreamteam @ladyscientia @cupnoodle-queen @itshaejinju @themissimmortal

Ignis realized he was pacing, but his legs wouldn’t stop. He was still outside of the campsite, marching in tight circles so quickly that the grass was starting to erode under the red soles of his shoes. His feet protested, but he couldn’t stop his panicked canter.

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Safe Haven AU

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: My Safe Haven is not 100% the same as the Nicholas Sparks one. I changed a few things. I took out the dead wife as a friend because that just kinda didn’t make sense to me in this. Just a heads up.

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged.

Steve had taught you to help paddle the canoe, and soon you were on your way. Gliding across the water, under the warm sun and pretty scenery of the water and woods around you. Steve smirks at you, as you continue to struggle with the paddling, he was mainly keeping the boat on track, you felt nervous, yet somehow comfortable with him, even though this was clearly a date.

“It’s so beautiful here.” You smile looking around.

“This is my favorite place to be.” Steve smiles at you as the two of you rest your paddles in your laps, the boat slowing down.

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BTS Reaction: You, a stranger, walking alone in the rain without an umbrella (Requested)

Jin: You were walking home alone after you were done with work. Little did you know, it started pouring rain and your blazer didn’t help one bit. It was like a ghost town because of the rain and all stores were closed because this was a tropical store. Jin was walking the same way as you and noticed you. He would most definitely run over to you and give you his umbrella so you wouldn’t get sick because this is in his mom genes.

Originally posted by missbaptan

Yoongi: You were going home from the grocery store because you were hungry and you were too lazy to cook. Little did you know, it would be pouring rain. You groaned and started walking home and that’s when Yoongi saw you.

“Didn’t you know it was going to rain today?” Yoongi asked with an attitude as he gave you his umbrella and put on the hood of his jacket on his head.

“I thought I had time” You replied coldly.

“Well here’s my number for when you return it. Next time plan your time out” He said before he walked away.

Originally posted by mn-yg

Namjoon: Everyone thought Namjoon was clumsy, but clearly they haven’t met you. You were even more clumsier. You were walking home and as the wind picked up, along with the rain, your umbrella broke. From distance, Namjoon chuckled at you and helped you out by giving you his umbrella.

Originally posted by baebsaes

Jimin: You would be walking home from the hair salon, after you joined your friend. You didn’t get anything done, you just went with her. You noticed Jimin at the salon too, but didn’t say anything. Once you were going home, you and your friend separated. You knew it was going to rain but it rained earlier than you thought.

“Woah you should really be careful” Jimin said running up to you and holding the umbrella over your head.

“Oh yeah so-you were in the salon earlier” You said looking up, since he was taller.

“Yeah. My friend was getting his hair done” He said as he smiled.

Little did you know, that was the day you met your soulmate (LMFAO I HAD TO PUT A LITTLE TWIST IT’S PARK JIMIN Y’ALL)

Originally posted by taestylips

Taehyung: You were walking home from walking your dog when it started to pour rain unexpectedly. At that time, Taehyung was walking his dog too. You guys just shared an umbrella and your dogs communicated in their own way lmfao.

Originally posted by jeonify

Jungkook: You were going home from the gym and you didn’t know it was going to rain. You saw Jungkook around the gym, but you never acknowledged him in any way. Once, it was raining he would help you out and make small talk.

Originally posted by jung-koook

Hoseok: You were finished with dance practice and once you were outside, it started raining. Hoseok ran up to you and helped you out, and gave you his number because LMFAO IT’S HOSEOK

Ragnar Lothbrok dies, and there is nothing but light. A blinding fog that chokes his eyes and tastes like ashes on his tongue. There are no valkyries, no angels. Time has lost all meaning. He lies there for hours or days. The cloud of white surrounding him in comfort and agony.

Then, suddenly, the light gives way to dusk, though darkness does not come. Ragnar is in a field of green not far from Kattegat, the air thick with the promise of rain. In the distance, a familiar voice is echoing in prayer.

Ragnar groans as footsteps approach. He blinks against the overcast sky. “I won’t lie,” that same familiar voice says, closer now, their feet padding through the muck, “I’d expected you sooner. Do you know how long it’s been?”

Another groan. Ragnar turns his head, seeing him then. Athelstan, exactly as he appeared his last day on Earth.

“Where am I?”

Athelstan smiles. “Does it matter?” He kicks Ragnar’s side gently. “Get up.”

Ragnar expects his bones to ache as he makes it to his feet, but his body is new again. No pain, no scars. In front of him, Athelstan continues to smile.

“Am I in Heaven?”

“No. And yes. You’re in Valhalla, too. Everywhere and nowhere. Turns out we were both right, both wrong.”

Ragnar’s eyes dart around, the clouds above parting to the sun. “I don’t understand.”

“I still don’t either. All I know is…” Athelstan moves close, taking Ragnar’s hand in his own. “You land where your heart belongs. That’s what God is. The truth of your love eternal.”

Ragnar’s face twists with emotion. He thinks of pushing Athelstan away, certain it’s a trick of his dying mind. Instead, he bundles him close, grips the soft hair of his nape and holds him tight against his chest.

“Is it really you?”

Athelstan laughs. “I knew you wouldn’t believe it.”

“You should know, I lost all sense of faith at the end. In my Gods and in yours.”

Athelstan pulls back, eyes shining. “And what about in me?”

Ragnar pulls in one shaking breath, thumbing at Athelstan’s cheek. “Never.”

She is of the earth...

**Dedicated to one of my favorite couples… @redghostintheshell @saismatters. You are just so wonderful to write about, I had to!! **

He often wonders… how it is he became so fortunate. How someone like him could possibly ensnare the affection of someone like her. Someone so caring and honest and wonderful. She with her wild, beautiful brilliance… how could she love someone like him?

He watched her from the shadows for a brief time, tracing her form with his eyes as she went about her nightly routine. The large male smiled to himself as she moved about her greenhouse, relaxed and unguarded, tending to her plants. It seemed so very natural for her to be there, surrounded by things green and growing, and he thought to himself – not for the first time – that she didn’t seem completely human in moments like these. She looked like a nymph, like something out of old story books, some otherworldly creature crafted from the very earth itself.

Sliding closer, Raphael listened to the soft cadence of her voice as she hummed to herself, her tone low and smooth. She smelled of rain and the herbs from her garden; even at this distance he could catch the natural, pleasing scent of her, feeling calmed by its familiarity. Her form was luminous, her skin kissed by the moonlight as it filtered through the glass, caressing her like a lover. In that moment… he was jealous of the moon.

The lilting tune stopped, and she stood up a little straighter then, sensing his presence. Turning, she smiled at him, meeting his gaze with that look of hers that made his heart stutter. Her eyes… they were infinite. Pale and green, like the plants she tended so lovingly. They harbored such passion in them, a depth that belied her age. He’d heard his brother once say something about old souls… and while he didn’t usually pay much attention to the things Leo said… that had struck a chord in him, reminded him so much of his beloved. Her soul had to be old, like the forest or the mountains, old like the rivers that carved their path into the earth for thousands of years. She transcended time, his beautiful queen, he was sure of it. With her grace and her patience, her alabaster skin and her spirit of fire.

Raphael realized with a start that he had moved closer during his reverie, her nearness alone like a siren’s call. It didn’t seem to matter how often he saw her, each time he laid eyes upon her he found himself starved for her touch, longing for her affection. He took the final few steps toward her, head tilting down as she lifted hers up. Strong arms curled around her possessively, reverently. Neither of them said a word, they simply smiled at one another, and her slender hands lifted to cradle his jaw, urging him into a kiss.

And in that moment… the moon knew what it was to be jealous of a mortal.

justacinnamonroll  asked:

Hi can I request a Drabble/ one shot where the reader (15-16) runs away and Dean drives for hours to find her! With numbers 14, 23 and "get off my car!" (I made up my own prompt, hope you don't mind!) thank youuuuu

This is a lot longer than a typical drabble, but I just couldn’t help myself.

TW: if blood and stuff makes you queasy, be cautious.

Dean’s POV

“Dammit Y/N, where the hell are you,” I mumble as I drive down what has got to be the last road in town. It starts to rain and I let out a breath. Perfect, I think, if she’s not inside somewhere she’s going to be soaked and freezing. I glance at my watch, 11:37PM. I rub my eyes and pinch the bridge of my nose, turning down yet another side street. Much to my surprise, there she is, hunched over herself, drenched by the rain, and walking away from me. I stay a little distance away and roll my window down, sticking my head out.

“Y/N!” I shout, but she doesn’t turn around. “Oh come on kid, I know you can hear me. I’m sorry for what I said earlier, just get in the car and we’ll talk.”

She still doesn’t turn around so I put the car in park and get out. I pop the collar of my jacket to help with the cold and take long strides towards her. I duck down, sweep out her legs, and fling her over my shoulder. She yelps and punches my back.

“Dean! Put me down!” She yells and I start to carry her back to the car. She stops punching and instead grabs a fistful of my jacket. “I’m serious De, please put me down,” she pleads, pain laced in her voice. I immediately take her off my shoulder and place her on the ground, taking in her appearance. She’s sopping wet, as I suspected, but what makes my heart jump into my throat is the large spread of crimson on her grey t-shirt.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” she says, obviously noticing my worry.

“What the hell happened,” I try to ask, but it comes out as a breath of demand.

“The damn werewolf,” she mutters and I clench my teeth, running a hand through my wet hair. “I killed the thing, though,” she says, letting out a small chuckle. I turn to get first aid supplies, but am met with the sight of a guy about my age sitting on the hood of my car, tapping long claws against the metal.

“Hey, get off my car!” I yell, instinctively reaching for my waistband where my gun would be.

“Hello, Winchesters,” he says as he slides off the hood, dragging a claw behind him leaving a long scratch all the way down.

“Oh, you son of a bitch,” I mutter, taking a small step towards Y/N, hoping she has her gun on her since I stupidly left mine on the passenger seat.

“Where’s the other one?” He asks smirking, and I think of Sam, alone at the motel.

“None of your damn business,” I say.

“I guess you’re right. This one,” he points at Y/N, “is more of my damn business. You see, she killed my baby sister. And now you, Dean, are going to feel the same pain I do.”

There’s a blur of movement to my left, followed by two gunshots. The werewolf drops to the ground, dead. I look at Y/N, who drops her gun to her side. She looks at me, grins, and then presses a hand against her abdomen. I rush to her and she near collapses into my arms. Scooping her up I carry her to the Impala, laying her down across the backseat. I go around to the trunk and grab the small box of bandages. When I get back to her, she’s sitting up holding her shirt, examining her stomach.

“I’m fine, Dean, let’s just go back to the motel,” she says, but I kneel down in front of her to start cleaning her wound. She starts to push my hands away but I give her a stern look.

“Let me help you,” I say and she sighs.

Just this once,” she agrees and we laugh lightly, both of us knowing full well this wasn’t the first and definitely won’t be the last time I fix her up. My heart falls slightly at the thought, realizing that she’s only 16 and has already been shredded by a werewolf. I cut pieces of her shirt away and see the four deep gashes along her midsection. I wipe the excess blood away and use a couple alcohol swabs. She hisses and I toss the bloodied swabs onto the pavement.

“Sorry, kiddo,” I apologize, grimacing. I grab an old t-shirt from the floor of the car and rip off a strip from the bottom. I press the cloth against her wounds and wrap gauze tightly around her torso to hold it in place. “That should be okay for now, but I’ll stitch you up once we get back to the motel,” I tell her and she nods in appreciation.

“That was pretty badass, huh? Killing that wolf?” Y/N asks as I stand up, and I huff out a laugh. I take my place behind the wheel and shake my head, just glad my little sister is safe and where she belongs.

VIXX Aesthetics

N – soft cashmere, lustrous pearls of all shades, blankets fresh from the dryer, ruby red grapefruit, thick cable knit sweaters, stacks of books sitting in sunlight each with a different bookmark, elaborately wrapped gifts, elegant orchids, wind chimes tinkling in the breeze, peacocks displaying their plumage

Leo – steaming coffee on a cold day, smooth dark chocolate infused with pepper, rustic brick walls, a table set for two, soft underbelly of a hedgehog, children laughing, spider web with raindrops caught in the webbing, stone bridges, sepia toned photographs, a cat sleeping in the sun

Ken – soap bubbles, melting ice cream cone, squeaky toys, lighthouse beaming on a foggy night, MC Escher sketches, hounds baying, warm and gooey chocolate chip cookies, canned laugh track playing in the background, primary colored balloons, building sand castles, playful puppies piling on one another

Ravi – stage lights, thoroughbred horse going the distance, shelter from pouring rain, soft hoodies, teddy bears, street lamps late at night, hot chocolate with marshmallows, laughing until you cry, contemporary art, intense kisses that steal your breath, chivalrous knights, a forest of strong oaks, graffiti on concrete

Hongbin – Coldwater Creek catalogs, picking raspberries on a sunny day, the clean scent of shampoo, Easter eggs peeking out from their hiding places, stargazing and late night conversation, home baked pie cooling on the windowsill, comfortable denim shirts, zen stones, calligraphy, brightly colored tulips

Hyuk – morning dew on the grass, amusement parks, B movie marathons, getting soaked in water gun fights, hiking on mountain trails, peaches, grandmothers pinching cheeks, seagulls stealing your food, cherry blossoms in spring, racing stripes on a sports car, Perseus, horses nickering at day break

I’m Okay - Johnny Part 1

Request: alright this is a long one. so can you write about johnny and you two are friends but he wants to be more than friends but youre dating a jerk? also it would be really cool if there was some action, i was thinking about this all day but i just cannot write anything to save my life THANK YOUUUU

Ahhhhh this is so cute! I was soooo looking forward to writing this, I hope I got everything you wanted into the story line.  There will be 3 parts to this story, so I hope you read all of them! :)

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Johnny has been your best friend since your first day of kindergarten, when he found you crying on the playground.  He smiled at you, and sat silently by your side.  He stayed with you ever since then, even during college. Johnny is the best friend you could have asked for.

You and Johnny weren’t just friends either.  Sometimes it was like you were a couple; he would hold your hand and give you flowers.  Other times though, it was like you were brother and sister.  But lately, you have felt like Johnny didn’t want to be just friends anymore.  Which couldn’t happen, for multiple reasons.

Mainly because you are dating someone.  Park Minwoo, one of the hottest guys at your university.  When he first asked you out, you thought it was a joke.  But you ended up dating him for a whole year.

Everything was picturesque and perfect, like a drama.  Lots of cute hugs and presents, he would tease you and kiss you, and you were perfectly happy. That is, until Minwoo’s mom died.  After her death, Minwoo started drinking, and wouldn’t text you or call you, at times you didn’t know if he could even recognize you.  To be honest, you were scared of him, except for the few moments when he would be like his old self.  The person you loved.

“Johnny!” you called.  “Are you coming or not?”

Johnny ran down the stairs, pulling a hoodie over his head. “Hold on, gosh.” He ruffled his already tousled hair and smiled at you.  “Don’t you look nice?”

“Shut up.” You smooth your hand over your dress, something that you don’t usually wear. Johnny put his arm over your shoulders, pulling you to his side.

“Too bad I’m only driving you to your date, I would want people to think that we were together.” You laugh and shove him off.

“Shut up and get in the car,” you say.  Johnny grabs his keys. “What were you doing anyways? Were you still sleeping? It’s nearly 8pm…”

“I only dream of you [y/n] ~” Johnny clasps his hands and blinks cutely at you, making you laugh even harder. “Come on, let’s go,” he says with a smile.

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“I’m kind of nervous.”

“[y/n], what do you have to be nervous about? There is really nothing…” You silence Johnny with a sharp glance.

“It’s our one year anniversary.  Do you think he even remembered?” You look at Johnny, hoping he will say what you want to hear.  But sadly, he says the exact words that you had been thinking all day.

“I really hope so, but lately Minwoo hasn’t been himself.  He was always been kind of a jerk right?” Johnny turns to you, meeting your eyes. “I don’t want him to hurt you any more.”

“So, you think he’s not going to remember?” You feel a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“I really hope I’m wrong.  Minwoo is really not worth your time if he doesn’t remember this.” You smile at Johnny, and he squeezes your hand reassuringly. “I definitely wouldn’t treat you like he does,” he adds.

“Stop…” You blush and look away from your friend, pretending that you were a kid again, and that Johnny was just messing around.  But things now are different.  You’re not kids, and you can tell Johnny was speaking truthfully. “Wish me luck Johnny, okay?”

You get out of the car and walk to the cafe before you say something that you will regret. I have to stay true to Minwoo.  He’s my boyfriend, Johnny’s just me friend.  Nothing special.  Just a friend.  

You sit down at one of the outdoor tables, checking your phone.  0 new messages.  

“It’s okay, he must be driving right now.  Nothing wrong with that,” you muse out loud.  You look up at the sky.  It is overcast, like it might rain.  Not today…

You wait for 2 hours, by yourself, and still no word.  The cafe is going to close in 30 minutes, and you’ve already had 13 glasses of water.  You stand up, sighing.  I guess he couldn’t make it.  At least things can’t get any worse…

Of course, you spoke too soon.  It begins to rain, softly at first, but soon turns into a drenching downpour.  You run for cover of an overhang of the cafe.  You look down at the dress you bought just for today, now ruined.

“What am I going to do…” You trail off.  A guy is walking in your direction, also soaked from the rain.  From this distance, he looks a lot like…

“Minwoo!” you call out.  You run in his direction, not minding the rain anymore.  “I’m so glad you came! I thought you forgot-” Your heart sinks and you stop running.  You feel cold all the way to your heart.

“He did forget.” Johnny looks at you, at your clothes, your hair. “I waited this whole time for that jerk to show up and he never did.  Oh man, if I could get my hands on him… [y/n], are you okay?” You begin to sob, your shoulders shaking not just because of the cold, your tears mixing with the rain.

“Johnny, it hurts.”

“Your hurt? Where?” Johnny frantically looks you over, taking your hands in his.  “Where?”

You place your hand over your heart. “Here.” You sob again, and Johnny takes you in his arms, squeezing you to him tightly.

“I know [y/n], I know. Let’s go home, okay?”

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You sit in Johnny’s apartment, looking blankly at the rain that falls outside.  He is standing in his kitchen , cooking ramen and humming to himself.  You try to think of something to say, but you can’t.  Johnny glances over your way every once in a while, smiling at you.  

“I see you stopped crying,” he muses.

“I don’t even care anymore.” You pull Johnny’s sweatshirt tighter around your sides. “I don’t even want to see Minwoo again.  We’re through.”

Johnny puts his hands on the counter and stares at you. “Really?” You nod. “Then, you’re single again?” You nod again and look back towards the window. You can hear Johnny rummaging around in his kitchen. “You know what that calls for?”

“What?”

“You’re favorite.” Johnny climbs over the back of the couch, falling dramatically onto the cushions.  You laugh, and he smiles up at you and hands you a spoon.  “Ice cream.”

“Rocky road?”

“Of course.”

“Thanks Johnny.”  You turn to him. “But can I ask you something?” Johnny nods, and you push on. “Why did you stay?” You know, for that whole time.”

Johnny looks thoughtful, and sets down the untouched tub of ice cream. “Because I wanted to make sure everything went okay.”

You smile to yourself. “But why do you care so much?  Do you not trust me?”

Something flashes across Johnny’s face. He looks up at you, into your eyes. “Because I love you.  That’s why.” You stare back at Johnny, not able to come up with anything to say.  Your face heats up, and Johnny notices.  He leans into you, staring deeper into your eyes. “I love you [y/n].”

He leans in further, closes his eyes, and kisses you slowly, tenderly.  Even though today should have been a happy day because of your one-year anniversary with another guy, Johnny made you feel the happiest.  He made you feel complete.

“I think I love you too, Johnny.”

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You lay in bed, staring at Johnny, who looks back at you.

“We shouldn’t do this, seriously,” he mutters, his voice quiet.  You laugh, and move closer to Johnny.

“Why not? Give me one good reason,” you say, and Johnny bites his lip.

“I can’t think of anything,” he admits with a laugh.

You put your hand on Johnny’s smooth chest, and smile. “You’re my life now, you know that?”

“But what about Minwoo?” Johnny looks thoughtful.

“Tomorrow, I’m ending things, for real,” you reply.  Johnny kisses you on the  forehead.

“But tomorrow is a long time from now, don’t you think?”

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Part 2 

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Get ready for the next part, it’s intense lol

~June

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Hᴇɴʀʏ ʀᴇᴜɴɪᴛᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ Eʟɪᴢᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴇs.

The pain in his lungs finally seemed to lighten, the dark room growing brighter about him, and the nauseating and suffocating smell of incense subsiding. Sounds disappeared, replaced by the gentle surf of Brittany that he had known so well in his youth. He could feel the salt water spray, the sand under his bare feet, damp from an afternoon storm. In the distance, there were rain clouds, pouring over the horizon and consuming the ships in the distance. The sky was a light gray, chilly from the shifting winds, but crisp and fresh.
He felt young again, his body lithe and strong, weightless within his form. His hair no longer tangled and matted, blew across his eyes, the fine auburn strands catching what little light managed to peer through the clouds.
It was beautiful and there was nothing to disturb him. The beach empty and remote, his favorite place in the world, just as he had always remembered it. Even in his dreams, it seemed to be such. He darted forward, charging into the surf, allowing it to swirl and churn around him. His simple breeches and shirt dampened, but not freezing from the water. He smiled wider, finally giving way completely to the peace and tranquility of his surroundings. To his isolation and meditation.
But he was not alone. A figure appeared over the hills, walking slowly towards him. A woman. She was dressed as loosely as he was. A white shift over her supple curves and white skin. Her blonde hair free about her waist, curled as he had always loved it. In an instant, he could smell her perfume, rich and tender in the air, sweetening the scent of the ocean. How long had it been since his senses had been alleviated by her presence? The innocent creature who had always seemed other worldly. An angel in his court and a rose in his garden.
He moved towards her, hesitant and shy after so long. Her smile brightened as her hand reached for his, no words needed to convey the joy that had lit a flame within her eyes. The feel of her skin again, the softness of her body. It was as natural as the sea joining the shore.
He lowered his head to gaze at her, as young and beautiful as when he had first beheld her after Bosworth. Her palm cupped his cheek, caressing him gently. “My beloved one,” she whispered to him, their brows pressed against the other, simply basking in the moment. Sniffles and sobs breaking the silence, with only the ocean as an audience.
He held her face in his hands, gazing at her reverently. “I am sorry,” Henry told her. “I am sorry I have taken so long. I am here now. Together.”
“Together,” she replied, their lips meeting for a loving and meaningful kiss. “Always and forever.” (x)

November 17th, 2014 - Bus Stop

AUTHOR: gemmawolf

17th of November, 2014 - Bus Stop

“Where’s that bloody bus?”

Arthur was soaked through. It was nearing five o'clock, the peak of the evening rush hour, and not one but two buses had failed to show up. He’d been standing at the bus stop, unfortunately without a shelter, for nearing an hour now; forty minutes ago the previously blue sky clouded over with clouds, turning almost black, and it started raining. It didn’t let off; the drops grew bigger and faster and sharper.

He’d left his coat at home that morning, opting for a light jacket which he now pulled tighter around his shoulders. It did nothing but absorb more water, his clothes already wet to his skin. There was nothing to do but watch the stream of headlights coming towards him from the distance, crawling through the darkness and rain, tyres sticking against the wet tarmac.

It took him a good few seconds to notice when an umbrella appeared over him. He turned to see another man wrapped up in a snug leather coat, holding the handle of said umbrella. The stranger smiled shyly. “Guess it won’t do much good, huh. You’re gonna catch your death like that,” he said.

Arthur ran a hand through his hair, wiping out as much water as he could, sending droplets flying in the process. “Thanks anyway,” he sighed. “I’ve been here almost an hour.”

“An hour?” the other man said, eyes wide. They were blue. “You must be freezing!”

Arthur shrugged. “Sod’s law: the one day I forget my coat, the heavens open.” He spotted a set of familiar headlights coming their way. “But its here now, at last.” He stuck his hand out to flag the bus down, fishing his pass from his pocket; thankfully the company had the good sense to laminate them.

But the bus didn’t slow down. It rolled past like the rest of the cars, the driver shaking his head apologetically. It was packed from front to back, people crammed in the isle together and pressed against windows, leaving no room for any more passengers. Once he realised what had just happened, and that he’d have to wait out in the pouring rain for at least another twenty minutes, he lost it.

“For fuck sake!” he shouted, kicking the pole that held the sign for the bus stop. He could cry, he really could, but that wouldn’t solve anything. He’d walked home before, but not in weather like this, and not while drenched from head to toe. If anything he was simply angry that he’d wasted so much time waiting about for nothing when he could have started walking an hour ago.

“Hey.”

He looked back to the stranger; he was removing his heavy coat and handing it to him.

Arthur vigorously shook his head. “No, no I can’t,” he said, refusing to take it.

“We’re heading the same way. Besides, I’ve got an umbrella. This’ll keep you warm. Please.”

He could feel himself shivering. It was too late really; he’d started coughing a while ago and knew he’d be coming down with something the next day. But it would still be a relief to feel somewhat warm, or at least block out the wind. Hesitant, he took hold of the coat, more of a jacket really, and shrugged it onto his shoulders. It was still warm from the other’s body heat. “Thank you,” he said. “Guess we’d better start walking.”