really didnt think they would pull this off or attempt it

Stargazing and controlling mothers JugheadXCooper!Reader Oneshot

Originally posted by dailyriverdale

Fandom: Riverdale

Warnings: Does Alice Coopers existence count? 

notes: Lmao sorry for the long wait but I got hella busy and also sick. what can you do :/ anyways enjoy my PG fluff.

You stared at the ceiling, lost in thought. You were supposed to be doing math homework, but the glow in the dark star stickers that you had superglued to your ceiling in 4th grade were much more interesting. So you stared at your makeshift night sky and thought about everything.

You thought about your sister Polly, and how much you missed her.
You thought about Jason Blossom’s death, and how you didn’t miss him.
And you thought about your boyfriend, Jughead Jones, and how you really missed him. Your disapproving mother didn’t exactly know you were dating him, and you hadn’t been able to sneak off to see him in the past couple weeks. Everyone else knew, and you wished you could share that part of your life with your mom, but there was no way in hell she’d be okay with you dating the son of a Southside Serpent.

“(y/n)? Are you still awake?” Your sister Betty’s voice came from the other side of your door.

You tore your eyes away from the ceiling and ruffled a hand through your hair, “Yeah Betts, I’m still up. Come on in.” Your door creaked open and Betty walked in. She closed the door behind her and crossed the room to stand next to you.
You sat up and nodded, “So, what’s up?” you asked.

Betty smiled sadly before taking a deep breath, “I’ve just been thinking about Polly lately. I mean, I know Mom won’t let us see her. And even if she did, Polly might not even be herself. But I really wish we could, I really miss her.”

You flopped back on your bed, letting out a long sigh. “Yeah I know what you mean. Sometimes I feel like Mom’s trying to erase Polly, She won’t talk about her, won’t let us see her, and I hate it. I hate the whole thing. I miss her. I miss the way things used to be.”
Betty laid down next to you, the both of you staring at the star covered ceiling. You sat in silence for awhile. But after a few minutes Betty broke it with a complete subject change. “So, how’s Jughead?”

You grinned, “Good as far as I know. With your recent cheer-bellion Mom’s been cracking down on me with little errands for the newspaper. Trying to keep me busy, I think, so I don’t get any ideas about following in the scandalous footsteps of my sisters.”

Betty laughed lightly, “cheer-bellion?”
“Yeah. You know, Cheering-rebellion.”
Betty just laughed again.


The next morning you woke up before your alarm and rolled out of bed, your (e/c) eyes still bleary from sleep.  
You got ready for school quickly and threw your stuff in your bag. You climbed down the stairs and wandered into the kitchen. Betty was eating an apple and studying her history textbook at the kitchen table when you walked in.

“Are you studying at seven am?”
“Do you have a test today?”
“You terrify me.”
You shuddered jokingly and went to steal a sip of Betty’s orange juice, but she slapped your hand away. “Get your own (y/n)." 

You huffed as you grabbed a muffin from the box on the counter. "Nah, gotta get to school. Meeting…people.” Just as you had bit into your muffin, your mom walked in, already dressed for the day and chatting on the phone.
“Bye mo

m, I’m heading to school.” You waved before turning to walk out of the room. But Your mother’s voice stopped you.

“Where are you going, Sweetie? School doesn’t start for another hour.”
“I’m going early to work in the library for a bit.” You lied easily. You were meeting Jughead early today because you hadn’t been able to see him (other than the short lunch period) for weeks.

You grabbed your bag, muffin in hand, and walked out the front door. You walked to the school with a dorky smile on your face. There was a definite lovestruck idiot vibe coming from you.

When you arrived at the school, Jughead was waiting for you at the front doors. There were very few people hanging around the building, most teenagers didn’t show up an hour early to school.

When he spotted you he smiled. “Hey–” Before he could get out a greeting, you gave him a chaste kiss. When you pulled back he had a faint blush on his face, bringing a grin to your face. “I know you have a no PDA rule, but there’s barely any people around so. I feel like it shouldn’t count.”
He smirked, “I’ll let it slide this time.”

“Hey, guess who doesnt have newspaper things to do tonight!” You switched the topic to your evening of freedom from your mother’s incessant errands.
“Is it some unattainable version of you?” Jughead asked jokingly, but you sensed a tiny hint of sadness behind the teasing tone.
“Sorry to disappoint, but it’s just regular me. Shocker, right?”
He grinned, “So does this mean I can actually see you tonight?”
You nodded while smiling broadly.

You and Jughead sat and chatted for about half an hour until the school was overrun with your classmates.
You stood up to head inside, “I’ll see you at lunch?” Jughead asked. You grinned and nodded in confirmation. Then you went inside and headed towards your locker.

Later that day you opened your front door, immediately heading for your room, But before you could get even to the stairs, your mom stopped you. And she did not look happy.

“(y/n), are you dating the Jones boy?”

You froze and internally cursed. “What?” you asked, blindsided by her question.
Your mother held up Betty’s Diary and fixed you with a stern glare. Dammit. You knew she had been reading that fucking thing.
“You are aren’t you? You know how I feel about him! (y/n), I don’t think you should see him anymore.“

"I am not going to stop seeing my boyfriend just because you can’t get past who his father is!” Your temper was flaring. You crossed your arms, giving her a defiant glare.
She rubbed her temples. “(y/n), I just want what’s best for you–”
You cut her off, “No, you want what’s best for you.” Your tone was cold and clipped. 

She could control everything else, you didn’t care. You would not let her control this. Alice Cooper was not going to stop you from seeing Jughead Jones.
You readjusted your bag on your shoulder and stormed back out the front door.

You showed up at the Twilight Drive, completely pissed and on the verge of tears. You knew Jughead was working that night and he was the only person you wanted to see right now.

You knocked on the door to the little projector building, tears threatening to spill from your (e/c) eyes. Jughead opened the door, looking somewhat annoyed. His face immediately softening when he saw it was you, and not some unhappy drive-in patron. You didn’t say anything and just wrapped your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder. Your breathing was shaky and unsteady from the overwhelming wave of emotions you were experiencing. Jughead put his arms around your waist slowly.
“(y/n)? What are you doing here?” Jughead asked you, his voice laced with concern. You mumbled something into his shoulder, nearly impossible for him to understand.

You untangled yourself from Jughead’s arms and looked up at him. “She said she didn’t want me to see you anymore.”
Jughead sighed. “We both knew that was coming.”
“Yeah, well…it’s not like I ever had any intention of listening. She can control whatever else she likes, but not this. Not us.” You closed your eyes and exhaled heavily. You didnt want to fight with your mom, didn’t want to wish she was someone else, but that’s just how it was. “Can I hang out here for a bit? I don’t really want to go home right now.”

Jugheads lips quirked up a bit at the corners and he nodded. You smiled and climbed up the chain link fence before twisting and pulling yourself onto the roof of the pink projector building. Jughead’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. Even he had never thought of doing that.

He followed you up and sat next to you, the movie screen illuminating the whole lot. There were a few scattered cars around, but most people didn’t see movies on weekdays.
“So, where’d you learn to do that?” Jughead asked as you leaned back, staring at the stars overhead.
You grinned.

“When I was 9, I had no friends other than Betty and Polly. This was around the time Betty had a bit of a phase about her little sister hanging around. Although, I think that was ‘cuz she didnt want me tagging along with her and Archie. And Polly had her own friends. So I was alone most of the time. So I got bored a lot and used to sneak over the fence and onto the roof here so I could watch whatever was playing without being caught. Mom wouldn’t pay for me to come here whenever anything she deemed inappropriate was playing, which was pretty much everything. So I had to get creative.”

Jughead snorted, “I guess we were both pretty adept at getting in here without being caught.” There was a trace of bitterness in his words. He got that whenever he talked about anything even remotely relating to his family.
You put your hand on top of his in an attempt to comfort him.

Jughead shook his head slightly as the movie credits rolled in the distance. “I’m okay. I just need to go take the reel out of the projector.” He lowered himself of the roof as you watched the people in cars pack up and drive off.  You heard the chain link fence rattling as Jughead appeared back on the roof, laying down next to you.  You put your head on his chest and stared up at the night sky.
“Don’t you have to go home?” Jughead asked, his chest rising and falling steadily beneath you.

You closed your eyes and smiled, “Probably.” But you didn’t move. You didn’t want to go home, not yet anyways.
You couldn’t say how long you and Jughead stayed like that, just watching the stars in comfortable silence. And pretty soon you fell asleep, your hands intertwined and your head still on his chest.

The next morning you were woken up by someone calling your name. “(Y/N)!?” you sat bolt upright and glanced around, Betty was wandering around the drive in calling your name. You almost had a heart attack when you realized it was morning.
You stood up and waved your arms to get bettys attention. “Betty! hey!” Jughead stirred at the sound of your voice, While Betty headed towards the building.

“What’s happening?” Jughead asked groggily.
“I’m going to die. That’s what’s happening.” You ran a hand through your hair and laughed ruefully. Your mother may actually kill you.

You and Jughead climbed down the fence and Betty grabbed you in a bear hug. “No one knew where you were and no one could get ahold of you! We thought you were dead! There’s a murderer running around!” Betty scolded you angrily.
You checked your phone and the screen was black, signalling it was dead.
“Oops?” You offered sheepishly.

Jughead leaned against the building and watched Betty scold you.
“Oops?! Mom is ACTUALLY going to kill you this time!” Betty grabbed your hand and tried to drag you while texting with her other hand, letting everyone know you were okay. You tugged your hand out of her grasp and walked back to where Jughead was standing.

“If this is truly my end, I love you Jughead Jones the Third.” You grinned, an overly dramatic tone in your voice. You kissed his cheek and ran back to where Betty was standing. He was frozen with shock. That was the first time either of you had said I love you.

“What?” You asked innocently.
Betty laughed lightly, even though she was still beyond angry with you. Your mom’s car pulled up and Betty leaned over to you. “Any last words?”

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t so terrified.
Totally Worth it.”

BTS reaction to their enlistment

Anon Asked:  Can I have a reaction when BTS have to go for military service (it lasts 21-23 months in Korea). Like they have a gf and they’re sad that they have to leave her and members?

Angsty shit. Like I don’t want to think of them enlisting. I don’t But like Seokjin in a uniform..;)  BUT LIKE SEOKJIN IN A UNIFORM CAUSE MY BB IS ENLISTED. -Admin Cat


You couldn’t believe this was how you were finding out about this from a trashy blog. Seokjin would have told you he had enlisted. How could he not have told you? Just as you were pondering this thought the front door of your apartment opened to reveal a tired and puffy eyed Seokjin. The moment you looked at him all anger washed away and you hurried over to envelop him in your arms. He let out a shaky sigh and you felt his arms wrap around to keep you close to him.

“Jagiya, I am enlisting.”

“I know, the fans are talking about it.” you murmured and Seokjin gripped you tighter to him.

“Promise me something” Seokjin croaked out, his throat thick with tears. “Promise me you’ll wait for me and we’ll keep in touch.”

“Jin…” you felt tears fill your eyes and you pressed a kiss to his neck.

“Promise me you’ll take care if the boys, come to the dorms and cook for them. Make sure Yoongi rests and Jimin eats.” You nodded, you would keep the boys safe and healthy.

“I promise, I love you Kim Seokjin.”

“I love you too.“

Originally posted by lavender-kills


He broke the news to you over text. Which was very out of character for him. He would have normally called you with such news. You almost didn’t believe him, so you called Hoseok to get the truth. Hoseok confirmed your fears and you sat in bed for hours, it didn’t really make sense. You knew it was inevitable, him enlisting, it was mandatory and you had your own feelings on the matter. You didnt even hear Yoongi come in, entering your bedroom and he sat down on your bed.

“Hey baby,” Yoongi ran a hand up your thigh and you looked at him. His face was unsmiling and his hand gripped yours tightly. He looked supremely stressed.

“Yoongi, are you okay?” You weren’t dealing with this the way he was. You had to understand this wasn’t about you. Yoongi shook his head and leaned into you, his head gently resting on your shoulder.

“I just, I can’t believe it. What if BTS fails?” He asked and you squeezed his hand. “Babe, I just cant imagine leaving them and you.”

“I’ll never leave, you know I’ll wait and BTS wont fail, the members and fans wont let it.”

Originally posted by tahyns


You eyed the enlistment form with a sigh, it had been roughly twenty minutes since he had come home and shown you the letter. You weren’t surprised and honestly, you had been waiting for this to happen. You looked over at him and placed your hand on his.He was very much so ready to do his military service and you both had discussed the topic at length. 

“Y/N, do you think the fans will forget about me?”

“What?” You asked incredulously. You looked over at Hoseok who had a frown upon his normally brighter features. 

“You know,” He began and breathed in a heavy sigh. “They’ll focus more on the group and think it is better off without me.” You turned to look at your boyfriend and shook your head. You couldn’t believe he was thinking like this. You reached over and grasped his hand, bringing it to your lips and kissing it.

“I will never let that happen. I will scream the name Jung Hoseok from the rooftops.” You ran your thumb over his hand and he smiled at you. God were you going to miss that smile.

Originally posted by parkejimins


“Jagi” Namjoon wrapped his arms around your waist.

“When do you go to basic training?” You asked and he sighed. He knew this was all you would think about until he left.

“I leave the 10th of October.” He replied, he kissed your temple. “Babe. Do you think I am abandoning the group?” You turned and pressed a hand to his cheek.

“You aren’t abandoning the group.”

“It feels like I am, How can I be a good leader if I am not there?” Namjoon questioned and sighed heavily. You pressed a kiss to his lips, his eyes fell closed. You wouldn’t let him think that way. You couldn’t.

“I’ll keep the boys in line I promise. We’ll skype every day and you can yell at them.” You attempted a joke and he laughed lightly.

“You have 5 more months with me, lets make the best of it.

Originally posted by gotjimin


You scrambled off of the couch as soon as you heard the news. Jimin was on his way home and Jungkook had told you that Jimin was worried about enlisting. You opted to make him the best dinner he ever had. Making his favorite foods. Anything to keep his mind off it. Jimin strode into the house an hour later, apologizing and telling you all about bad traffic. Thats when his nose caught the smell of grilled meat enticed him into the kitchen. “Babe, is this for me?“ 

"Of course.” You replied and turned the burners to low, walking over and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“God, I am going to miss this.” He cried, he crushed you to him and you smiled a bit. You knew that he was upset because his smile never touched his eyes.

“You don’t ship off until November, thats six more months of my cooking.” You cooed. He admired how strong you were being. He couldn’t believe you were keeping it cool. “Now, sit down and lets eat.”

“I love youso much,” Jimin replied and kissed you again. This time the smile reached his eyes.

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


A letter! You had been waiting eagerly for a letter from Taehyung. He was away on tour and was to be home tonight. Which is why he told you his letter was going to be late. When you began reading though, you discovered that Taehyung had forgone his usual sweet talk, this time he delivered news of enlistment. He described to you his worries and most importantly how he felt like he was letting the fans down for leaving in September. You headed to the airport, hoping to greet him since it was so late at night. When you arrived you parked you car and strode inside, waiting with other families until you saw his mop of dirty brown hair. You sprinted towards him, shouting his name and he dropped his bag.

“Jagiya!” Taehyung cried as he held you. “I missed you so much.” You pulled away and slapped his chest. An angry look falling on your face.

“Ow!” He cried He ran a hand through his hair. “I guess you read my letter.”

“You should have called or waited to tell me in person!” You hit his chest again. You were angry. It wasn’t fair.

“I didn’t want to worry you.” Taehyung mumbled and you watchedcas his expression became solemn. You loved this stupid dork and he was worried more about you than himself.

Tae, I will always be here, just talk to me.“

Originally posted by mvssmedia


It was your last night together. Jungkook was going to be shipped off to base tomorrow. You guys had been quiet all night, just laying next to each other. He had been trying to cope with leaving you and the fact that he felt like he was abandoning his group and ARMY’S. Jungkook squeezed your hand tightly and you turned your head to look at him. 

“I’m going to miss you.” He announced looking at you and smiling sadly. You smiled half-heartedly. Jungkook rolled over to lean over you, pressing his lips to your forehead. “I’m going to miss your laugh,” He kissed your lips. His lips ghosted their way across your skin and you moaned slightly. 


“I’m going to miss everything about you, your skin, smile, the way you feel in my arms everything.” He whispered into your skin. “We’ll write to each other and my hyungs will keep you safe.” 

“You better write Jungkook.” He laughed and you spent the rest of the night tangled up in your bed sheets. 

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Making out with... Haechan


Anon: No one requested a making out with haechan yet so I thought I would - after reading the first kiss w/ haechan and making out with mark I’m so soft for a cute shy haechan

Anon: if it aint too much too ask can u make a making out with haechan ndnxxnx im so flustered asking this

Anon: Hey!! Make out w donghyuck? Innocent ofc 💓💓💓

Anon: would be really nice if you’d do a make out with haechan too 💖

Since Mark’s was so heavily appreciated (thank you for that btw!) I decided to post Haechan’s sooner than expected too! hopefully y’all like this, and don’t worry - it’s very fluffy and cute and beware for shy Haechan (ya ikr wtf) 💓also its quite long srry

Originally posted by donghyukslee

  • Your relationship with Donghyuk would be a very playful and teasing one
  • It’s very likely that you’d have started off as best friends
  • Or at least, your relationship resembled one strongly
  • So there wouldn’t be much kissing or PDA or skinship of any sort
  • Of course it wouldn’t mean he didn’t care about you or thought of you as a friend rather than a girlfriend
  • But it’d be a subconscious, mutual decision
  • Neither of you were ever that into it and you weren’t intending to start doing so soon
  • However, saying this, further into the relationship
  • As the pair of you grew more mature and your feelings for one another became deeper,
  • Haechan would need more of something to how his affection and love towards you
  • The teasing and jokes you shared were great to him, of course, but he’d be scared of losing you or not showing enough emotion physically to you
  • As if he needed something new and exciting to express his feelings
  • So he’d start doing just that - skin ship
  • You’d notice how he’d start holding you’re hand more, wrap his arms around your waist instead of your shoulders, tuck strands of your hair behind your ear occasionally
  • You’d know what he was doing and what his intentions were, which would make your heart go all soft and think of him as fluffy whenever he did so
  • You couldn’t help but blush whenever he touched you softly like that, your heart racing and your palms sweaty
  • Haechan would act so casually and it’d annoy you so god damn much
  • How could he possibly show you this kind of affection, without reacting like you awkwardly?
  • But really he’d be freaking out, cursing himself for not being direct enough or affectionate enough
  • He’d just wan to show you his feelings but he was also scared of rejection
  • He didn’t want you to turn him down or reject him, so only took baby steps
  • Eventually there’d be more cuddled, then more kisses, starting with your forehead, then cheeks, then nose and then lips
  • Soon skin ship would be so natural to you two
  • Kissing and cuddling one anther would be a normal thing unlike months before where it was basically nonexistent
  • And with more skin ship, means making out
  • The first time yo made out with Haechan, it was the most awkward and weird experience of your life, worse than your first kiss with him
  • Neither of you would know what to do or how to kiss for “making out” time
  • It’d be a casual date for you, just laying around chatting at the NCT dorms whilst the other members are out shopping for things
  • He would go in to kiss you, just like any other time - just a sweet and soft peck
  • And when he pulls back, he’ll stop moving when his face is only a few inches away from you
  • Staring at one another, you watched as he glances at your lips, a subtle way of asking if you were okay with what he was going to do next
  • You licked your lips, your breathing starting to become heavier and faster
  • Haechan gulps, wiping the palms of this hands on his pats, before awkwardly placing one on your hip and lacing the their one with your hand
  • Slowly you both lean in, eyes fluttering shut
  • And he’s so close that you can hear him quietly breathing heavily like you
  • Your lips meet and linger for a few seconds
  • There’s literally no movement or emotion in the kiss, not that either of you were trying to not put any into it
  • It was just because neither of you knew what to do
  • You’d open your eyes, lips still pressed to Haechan’s stiffly, and you cringe internally at the awkwardness of the situation
  • He looked so painfully cute and being this close to him meant you could see that his cheeks were tinted pink in embarrassment
  • Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to hold it in, but would start giggling, pushing him away from you and covering your face with your hands
  • Haechan looks at you, a pout forming on his lips and a look af sadness across his face - he’d think you were laughing at him which was kinda the case but okay
  • You’d try to tell him, but it would be virtually impossible so he’d have to wait a couple of hours sulking before you told him, to which he sighed in relief and found it amusing too
  • But anYWAY
  • yes ik i didnt end that well and it was rushed bUT
  • Haechan would always be shy before and after making out with you, but somehow he was the complete opposite when he was actually doing it like ???
  • I can guarantee you that he will have asked the older and only the nicer members for tips and probably went on wiki how for some advice and practised on the back of his hand lmao
  • Which really worked for him and you could tell
  • Although the next few make out session after your first would be a little stiff as well, very quickly they’d blossom into really nice and meaningful sessions
  • He’d like it if you were leaning on something like a wardrobe or table or kitchen counter because it’d mean he could control the kiss plus the other members said it would make your heart flutter which was definitely the case
  • Haechan would be so gentle and sweet with you, as if, if he held you too tightly or kissed you too roughly, you’d just break
  • He’d also be very slow and steady, not making things too heated and keeping it fluffy and with just the right amount of passion
  • One hand would cup your face, his thumb gently rubbing your jawline which would cause you to naturally loosen your jaw and relax
  • And his other hand would play with your hair, a gesture which would make your heart race
  • His kisses would start off very short and very many of them, just pressing them to your lips and smiling in between them
  • But then they’d become longer and slower, his tongue occasionally brushing your lips to pry them open
  • And no, not for PG reasons jfc
  • Sometimes, he’d slip his tongue into your mouth, but this would be very rare and the moment would quickly pass
  • He’d have a sudden jolt of confidence to do something daring, but then the thought would scare him and cause him to retreat back again
  • Not that you would mind, if he was uncomfortable, then you’re weren’t going to say anything to make him awkward
  • anyway back to it
  • He’d use his jaw a lot, so much so, he’d even complain about the pain he was having after
  • He couldn’t help but move his jaw whenever he kissed you, in attempt to make the kiss deeper and somehow press his lips even closer to yours
  • Humming occasionally, the vibrations would send shivers down your spine, making Haechan chuckle at your easily blushy self
  • He’d also be a fan of kissing your jaw srsly he has some kind of creepy and satanic obsession with it its not healthy
  • He’s always peppering kisses along your jaw and down your neck, teeth nibbling on your collar bone as a joke causing you to raise your shoulders instinctively and giggle
  • He likes to hold your face/hair but he’d also like holding your sides and giving them a quick squeeze every now and then
  • This would make you jump and squeal from how sensitive and ticklish you were there, and he’d blush at you getting all blushy at him
  • Also, one last note before we go to blushy/awkward/weird Haechan again,
  • I think his lips are super soft and well-cared for
  • He probably doesn’t want to embarrass himself and do something wrong
  • He just really wants to be a good boyfriend and make sure you actually do like kissing him and being with him
  • TBH he probably worries all the time about your relationship
  • Scared that you’ll leave him or something, so he tries his best to be the best he can be
  • Which you really admire and love about him, and try to do the same back
  • After making out with Haechan, expect him to literally stay away from you
  • He’d feel so awkward and stiff afterwards, as if he committed a sin or something
  • Internally prays for his sins too
  • He’s also freaking out about what happened, shocked that he gained the confidence he did
  • Really red faced and you can literally see drops of sweat rolling down his face
  • Best thing to do is let him be and not dwell on it
  • Since he’ll always comes and find you later to basically smother you in affection and apologise and say he loves you and aWE
  • he just really loves you
  • And even though, he’d usually show his affection by teasing you and making fun of you like friends would,
  • It’d be in rare moments like this that you’d realise how much he really does love your guts you

Making out with… series

Requested by thestrawberryblondehobbitbatch:  Sherlock x reader. Jim kipnaps Sherlocks wife. He finds you weeks later. Weak from lack of food and water. Once at the hospital the doctor finds ‘Did You Miss Me?’ Cut into her back

(gif note mine but writing is)

Where is she?

“Where is she?” Sherlock shouts as he worryingly paces around 221B Baker Street. John stood nervously watching. On the table Sherlock’s laptop was open. He was currently having a group video chat with his brother Mycroft Holmes who works in the British government and Greg Lestrade, inspector at Scotland Yard.

“Where is (Y/N)?” Sherlock yells whilst picking up a book and throwing it across the room. The book had knocked some items off of the mantelpiece. Sherlock walked over to them and picks up a shiny rectangle. It was a photograph of Sherlock in a black suit hugging you in your white wedding dress. The happiest day in both of your lives. Gazing at it lovingly, Sherlock gently strokes the frame before putting it back ontop of the mantlepiece.

“We have our best people on it.” said Greg.
“The case is our top priority.” added Mycroft. Angrily Sherlock slams down his laptop lid, ending the chat. “Idiots” he mumbled as he walked back over to the photograph.
“They’re trying their best.” John says, trying to reassure him.
“I need her John… I. Need. Her.” Sherlock pleas as he starts to stroke your face in the picture.

You had been missing for a week now. It was so simple, you went to the shop but never returned home. There were no leads, your mobile was uncontactable, you had completely vanished. No contact from you or your captor. Sherlock had no idea who had abducted you and it was tearing him apart. You were his other half, a half that he didnt knew he needed before. He often described you as more powerful than any drug and more interesting than any case.
Permanently glued to his chair, he barely ate or slept. Only having the minimum amount, so he was always ready if he heard any news. John and Mrs Hudson took it in turns to watch over him.

John had walked into the room after making some toast. Sherlock was still in his chair, one of your dressing gowns draped over him. Placing a slice of toast next to Sherlock, John sat in his chair. Sherlock nuzzled the dressing gown whilst he was twisting his wedding ring around his finger. From what John could tell, Sherlock was in his mind palace.
Suddenly Sherlock’s mobile phone vibrated on the table, making him jump. The screen illuminated with the words ‘1 new message from unknown number’. “Finally” Sherlock mumbled as he grabbed the phone. He hesitated before opening the message, mentally preparing himself for what it might be.

Sherlock’s eyes widened in shock. It was a photograph showing your face and neck. Tears streaming down your face. Your watery eyes were framed by black rings of fatigue under them. You were clearly in distress. Bruises made from fingertips were on your neck, suggesting that a restraining hand had previously been there. A man’s lips were kissing your neck. Unfortunately the photograph only showed the very edge of them, making their owner difficult to discover. Under the photograph was a caption which read 'Thank you for the gift Sherlock. She is too delicious to resist!’

Tears filled Sherlock’s eyes as he stared at the image. “She looks different.” he whispered. John walked over to look at the message. Placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder he said “It could just be the camera angle.”
Sherlock’s eyes interrogated the photograph. “No, that’s not it. Something is wrong with her face. It’s… It’s thinner.” he said trying to keep his voice steady and attempting to suppress his quickly growing anger.

For the next week Sherlock frantically ran around London, trying to figure out your location. He took his mobile to Lestrade in an attempt to track the number that sent the message. Sherlock knew that it would not work but he had to try anyway. Using the photograph he analysed the background but there was too little information to go on. He was running around in circles and he knew it. Despite his desperate efforts, you were unobtainable. Slowly, it was breaking him.

Sherlock laid on the sofa in 221B. John had tried his best to keep him positive but it had been weeks now. All Sherlock would say is “How can I be a consulting detective if I can’t even find my wife… I miss her so much.”
Sherlock’s mobile buzzed with another new message from an unknown number. He turned around and sat up on the sofa. His eyes filled with tears, he had been silently crying again.

The message was another photograph. It was of your hand being held by a man’s hand. He could spot your hand instantly especially because of your engagement and wedding rings. The man’s hand looked strangely familiar but Sherlock could not think of whose it was at that moment. A caption read 'I think we have really bonded’ this was then followed by a list of numbers.

John sat next to him on the sofa, looking over his shoulder at the message. Mrs Hudson also stared in from the kitchen as she made cups of tea for the three of them. “Coordinates” Sherlock said whilst looking at the numbers. Suddenly something happened that Sherlock did not expect. His phone rang. His mobile illuminated with 'unknown number calling’
With a trembling hand he answered it and put it on speaker phone. His eyes widened as he heard the sound of your voice.

“Hello my love. He knows that you have figured out the numbers.” your voice was shakey and weak. “Sherlock, he says that he is going to leave you a message… What is that? Why do you have that? No please, no!” you let out a blood curdiling scream. John could see Sherlock’s heart breaking. He was in agony.

Almost instantly Sherlock stood up. “We. Go. Now!” Sherlock growled as he put on his coat and taking a bag from the side. John hurriedly did the same as they both ran out the door and hailed a cab.

Following the coordinates, the taxi pulled up outside an abandoned office building. As they stepped in they could see long corridors filled with offices, all of them looking identical. John had the bag on his back and a gun in his hand. “Look at the walls. I should have known it would have been here.” Sherlock said.
“We couldn’t have gotten here any sooner.” John reassuringly replied.
In one of the offices at the other side of the corridor. Sherlock could see a figure slumped on the floor.

“Sher…lock” you said though your voice was no louder that a whisper. Slowly lifting your head, a smile spread across your face as you saw your husband. You would be crying with joy if you weren’t so dehydrated. Sherlock ran towards you and knelt down besides you. He gently hugged you and planted kisses all over your face before tenderly kissing your lips. It was as if you both couldn’t quite believe that you were finally reunited. Both of you were completely overwhelmed.
Looking at your dramatically thinner body, John rang for an ambulance.

Reaching into the bag and pulling out a bottle, Sherlock pours some water into your mouth. It was what you had been craving for weeks. You welcomed the feeling as a drop slipped out of your mouth, washing over your dry lips. John kept guard in case your captor was still around as Sherlock placed a cube of chocolate on your tongue. “I’ve missed you so much.” you whispered as Sherlock stroked your cheek.
“Are you talking about me or the chocolate?” Sherlock said which made you giggle. He savoured the sound of you laughter as a happy tear ran down his cheek.

Holding your hands he helped you as you shakily stood up. Your black form hugging dress now looked baggy as it hung off of your body. You started to walk but your legs buckled. You would have fallen on to the floor but Sherlock had caught you by placing a supportive hand on your back. This made you whimper in pain.
You shook your head. You felt like you didn’t want to be touched, especially there. Thoughts of you captor filled your mind and you shuddered in fear.

Without warning Sherlock scoops you up and starts to carry you. He was slightly alarmed by how much lighter you felt in his arms. You could start to hear sirens in the distance. Laying your head against Sherlock’s chest, you closed your eyes as you listened to the relaxing sound of his steady heartbeat.

You woke up in a white hospital bed. Sherlock was sat on a chair next to you holding your hand. His eyes staring at you. A smile crept onto his face as he watched your eyes open. He stood up and leaned over you, gently placing a kiss in your forehead before sitting back down again. You mouthed the words 'I love you’ which made his smile bigger.

You looked around the room. “John’s working on a few of the leads I have. Your captor seemed familiar but I just can’t quite put my finger on who it is yet.” Sherlock said with disappointment in his eyes.

“I see that I have come in at the right time.” said a doctor as he walked into the room. “(Y/N) as you know you are severely dehydrated and malnourished. I have given you some quick working syrups to help build your strength up. As long as you rest for the next few weeks, you will feel better in no time. You have also lost a lot of blood. I found something very strange when I examined you - ”
You cut him off as Sherlock looked at you with a confused expression.
“Please can I tell him… In private?” you ask with a look of shame on your face. The doctor nodded as he left the room.

“Sherlock…” your words trailed off as tears filled your eyes.
“What is it?” Sherlock asked lovingly as his hands cupped your face.
“You know how you said that my captor seemed familiar to you. Firstly, you know him. Sherlock it’s difficult. I hate him, you hate him. I can’t even say his name. The message he said that he was going to leave you… Well…” you say shakily.

Getting up and out of the bed, you stood in front of Sherlock. Turning around so you now faced the wall, you pulled your hospital gown up. Sherlock’s heart sank as his fists clenched in anger.

Carved deeply into your back were the words 'Did You Miss Me?’

“Moriarty” Sherlock growled through gritted teeth.

I’ll Come Back  (Leonard Snart x Reader)

Originally posted by eaion

Leonard Snart was dead. He had been dead for months and would logically carry on being dead for the rest of time. It took you a long while to allow yourself to accept his sacrifice and death. You closed yourself off from the rest of the team,  not even opening up to the goddamn artifical intelligence. 

 With the help of Stein, you were scientifically proven not crazy, however your constant nightmares and lonesome conversations with yourself proved you somewhat wrong. However, depression was on the (short) list of things that were wrong with you. 

 You realised that something was truly wrong during a mission one day. The idea was to break into one place, retrieve one person and get out without one suspecting glance. 

However, you were unfocused throughout the entire mission, fists balled too tight and jaw locked harshly. All of a sudden, you clicked. You went absolutely nuts- beat up the first person you saw. That person happened to be a police officer. You beat him to a pulp and landed yourself in a prison cell for two weeks in the 19th century. Mick broke you out. Apparently that wasn’t his first prison break.

 You stayed in that sorry state for months until Mick Rory finally, and uncharacteristically, shined a light into your darkness, pulling you out of the cold state.

 Grieving for a second time seemed harder than the first. Especially when you heard that Mick was seeing hallucinations of Leonard, you turned green with envy. Even with death in the way, it was still bringing them close.

 You craved him. Craved how his quiet drawl in your ear sent shivers dancing down your spine, how his stare made your knees week and how you melted beneath his feathery touch. You craved the element of communication that you needed to keep your sanity. 

 You had to prepare yourself for whatever ludacris situation situation that could occur surrounding your deceased (ex) boyfriend. For all you know, he could roam back onto the Waverider and take over your heart once more. And you prepared by using the only method you knew how, fighting. Fought against The Legion, fought against the punching bag, fought against your own grievance. 

 You were finally coping. Months and months after his death and you finally relaxed. A sudden weight was finally lifted off of your fatigued, aching shoulders and after a long period of darkness, you were content. 

 The team were in the midst of The Great War, locating the solution to put an end to the ever powerful Spear of Destiny. The word powerful is not used lightly, by the way. It had the ability to alter reality. It could give you whatever you desired most. It was calling you in, sparking your curiosity. 

 Quietly, the spear promised to be loyal to you and only you- not that you would allow anyone else to benefit from it anyway. Most importantly, it promised to bring back Leonard - And you needed that. More than anything. You needed the comfort and warmth of Leonard. 

 So, when he found you in the middle of a battlefield of a seized war, your brain became completely scrambled. You froze. Right there on the spot. And when you did think to move, you dropped your weapons, shuffled closer to him and stumbled over words to say. It was him. He was there and it was real.

 "Lenny…“ You murmured through a deep and shaky breath. 

 "Don’t worry, doll. M’ not gonna hurt you.” Leonard reached a hand out towards you, his palm upwards, inviting. Behind him, Damien Darhk was grinning at you. “I just want my best girl back." 

 You took another step forward, eyes locked with Leonard’s. Nate and Amaya looked confused, the latter of the pair attempting to reason with you. They didnt know about your relationship with Snart- you never opened up for them to discover. But Sara knew better than to help her. 

 ”(Y/N), you don’t have to do this,“ Amaya said gently, a frown apparent on her face.

“Amaya’s right, this isn’t you,” Nate softly added, more confused than anything.

 Sara didn’t even blink, "No,” she said, somewhat sadly, “Let her go." 

Mick let out a grunt, losing both of his partners to the legion. He didn’t attempt to stop you from leaving, either.

 Your fingertips grazed over the edge of his, sparks bouncing and colliding off of the touch. When he fully clasped your hand, god, you almost passed out. It felt so good to have him back in your reach. Leonard pulled you closer to him, your forehead pressed against his as the rest of the surrounding people seemed to fade away. 

“You came back for me..” You whispered.

 He just hummed slightly, gripping at your hips and smirking at your excitement. “I told you that I would." 

 Leonard raised his gun to Mick’s head, hitting him abruptly with it and knocking him out. Your lower lip quivered, you knew what was coming. Quickly following Leonard up the ramp to the oculus.

 “Get him out of here!” He ordered, desperately, glancing back at you with forced strength.

“No!” You shouted weakly, struggling to find words to say, “please don’t do it.”

“You’re not a hero, remember?” You begun, stepping closer until your bodies were inches apart. “Don’t help with the sacrifice. That’s something a hero would do. You have a reputation to keep up..”

“(Y/N)!” He forced out, a low growl accompanying his words.

“Leonard,” You responded, with less power. Tears danced on your cheeks, creating a perfect routine with each new drop. He shook his head.

You sighed, not removing your eyes from him. Reaching up onto your tiptoes, you pushed your lips onto his for the final time ever. Salty tears ran against your lips, and your hand gripped the back of his neck. 

“I’ll come back for you.” He reassured, thumb grazing over your cheek to wipe away the tear.

“Do you promise?” Your hand fell as your gaze briefly turned to Leonard’s unconscious partner.

“Just do it.”

"Okay, as adorable as this is,” Darhk spoke, breaking the moment, “i feel a bit sick. We have a job to do and we’re not leaving till’ we do it." 

 You looked at Leonard and back at your team. Were you really willing to risk losing your friends to pursue a life of evil with your boyfriend? You ran your finger over the cold metal of Leonard’s gun, a smirk pushing onto your face when you realised that, yeah, you were willing to do anything for another moment with him.

“Hand over the spear or we kill you,” Darhk ordered the team, raising his gun in their direction. “Sorry Captain, but you’ve reached the end of your quest.”

“You’re right,” Sara nodded, “I’m gonna end this now. Mick, give me the spear.” 

Mick pulled it out of her reach, a deep frown on his lips.

“What are you doing?” Asked Amaya, who was still dressed in her nurses uniform.

Nate furrowed his brows, turning to Mick as he spoke, “Hey man, we’re your friends.” 

“I don’t have friends.”

“But he does have Partners!” Leonard insisted from beside you, keeping his Hand on your hip.

 The team looked between you and Mick worriedly, wondering what the next move would be.

“So what d’you say, Partner?” You added, tilting your head in a faux innocence.

“Mick,” Amaya spoke once more, “You’re better than this.”

“No, actually you’re not,” Leonard decided, lowering his gun to his side and glaring at the Legends.

“They may pretend to believe in you as long as they can use you but they’ll just as soon let you die, same as they did Leonard,” You took a step towards him.

“He’s messing with your head, guys,” Nate added, addressing you and Mick.

You could see Mick torn between the two teams. You could see him contemplating leaving the Legends to join you and Leonard. You knew him.

“Ever since i’ve been on that ship, you people have been trying to change me,” Mick said, mentally drifting towards your team.

Sara frowned, stepping up behind him. “That’s not true, Mick.” 

“Guess what, there are things about me I wanna change, too,” Mick finished, stepping up the Hill to join the trio of you.

Leonards hand squeezed your hip, and you finally relaxed. You were home.

Dropping By (5/5)

Helping hunters with research and patching them up brings them to your house at all hours of the day & night. But what happens when your close friends , the Winchesters, are the ones showing up? What happens when a certain Winchester crawls into bed with you ?
 Warnings : swearing, flirting, slight smut.

Pairings :  Dean x reader

2 weeks later..

    You’ve been staying with Jody and the girls since that night, you drove through the night to Sioux falls . When you arrived at her house,  you both try to figure out how the demons found you,and why. The only logical explanation you came up with was that they were associated with the hunter you helped out the night before.  They must have outed you to the demons.  You cant seem to figure out why though . You’ve had your house warded so strongly, Castiel couldn’t even find it until you gave him your location. So how did they?  You’ve spent the last two weeks helping Jody around the house,and spending time with the girls.  Jody requested you keep an eye on Claire, she’s still hung up on being a hunter.  You do as  she asks,  when Claire brings cases to you , you look them over, but find the flaw , showing her it isn’t really a case. 

   As you lay on your bed, Claire comes in, laying down next to you. It’s silent for a while, until Claire speaks up,“   Why havent you gone back to your house? Not saying I want you to leave, but isnt you life there? Your clothes, the lore books. I know you’re going crazy sitting around here.”

Shes not wrong, I am starting to go stir crazy .

" Honestly, im scared. I’ve never been in the physical part of hunting, only the research . You’re right though, I need to go back . Atleast to get my things."  You stand up , grabbing your keys off and phone off your night stand.

Claire follows you down the stairs to Jody ,“ I didnt mean right now Y/n !” She says from behind you . Jody looks up , raising her eyebrow at you  

  “ I’m going to head back home, grab some things. Ill be back .I’ll be back on the road before its dark .” You kiss her on the cheek, then Claire ,and try to head out before she can stop you .

 “ Y/n wait !” Jody is only a couple steps behind you . 

 “ Jody , its safer to do it during the day! “

“ let me come with!” 

  “ You have work J . I can do this. Ill call you when I get there!” You hop in your car, starting on our journey back home.

You finally pull into your home, you didnt really realize just how homesick you really were. You love being with Jody and the girls, but that isnt your home. 

 As you get step onto your porch , you glance around, checking your surroundings . When the coast is clear, you head inside. It looks the exact same as you left it. You immediately go to the sigil hidden behind your mirror in the entrance. You scratch out the symbol that blocks angels from finding you . Just in case.

  You fly around your house, grabbing clothes and shoving them in a duffel, then filling another bag with lore books. The suns about to set, so you begin heading out. When you open your front door, you come face to face with a man . He was taller than you, slicked back brown hair and big brown eyes. A sickening grin forms on his face. I was so close. 

“Finally , you came home. We’ve been waiting.”  You slam your door shut, Thank God for the devils traps all over.

  He starts banging on the door, you also begin hearing banging coming from your back door.  “ You can’t hide forever sweetheart.”

 “ What do you want from me?” you yell back

 “ Your little hunter friend outted you in attempt to save his own ass. The last thing any of us need is someone supplying hunters with information to kill us. So , you see I can’t let you go”

  Fear overtakes your body . They arent going to let me go . You take a deep breath, close your eyes and pray to Cas.

Cas, im in a little bit of tight spot here. Please help me.

 You hear the tell tale sound of wings fluttering, opening your eyes you see Cas standing right infront of you .

  “ I dont think i’ve ever been happier to see you” you breath out, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tight hug. You’ve met Cas a couple times while you were with the boys, he instantly won a place in your heart. You could see how much he cared for the Winchesters, just like you do .

  Cas returns the hug, “ Why are there demons outside your home Y/n?” He asks concerned.

You pull away and pick your bags back up . “ A hunter tried to save himself by outing me aparantly, and now they want me dead .I just came to grab some things and then head out.”

  “ This isn’t the first time they’ve been here has it?”

  “ No , it was about two weeks ago , i’ve been staying at -” You’re cut off by him transporting you out of your house. You look around your new surroundings, not recognizing where you were. It looks like a war room, theres a giant table with a map as the top. Chairs circling around it. “ Cas where the hell did you take me? I just wanted you poof me back to Jody’s !” you half yell. Before he answers ,another voice appears.

“ y/n?” Oh hell. Thanks a lot Castiel.

“ You are welcome” He answers, you send him a glare. You forget he can hear thoughts sometimes. You turn and face Sam , a tight smile on your face.

 “ Hey Sammy” You say awkardly as you swing your bags back and forth .

“ What are you doing here ? Is something wrong ?” You sigh , tossing your bags onto a nearby chair.

  “ Noo.. I was just stopping by for a visit !”you try to play it off, He’s going to kill me for not telling him.

“ He will not kill you Y/n , Sam deeply cares about you .”Sam sends you a “what are you hiding look”

“ Who does Sammy deeply care about?” Son of a bitch.

Dean comes strolling in the room ,beer in hand. His eyes widen when he sees you . You don’t say anything , not even hello .

“ Well Y/n, what’s going on?” Sam questions , his arms crossed over his chest,and he is sending you his classic bitch face.

Castiel speaks for you ,“ Two weeks ago demons showed up outside her house, a hunter told themof her in hopes of saving his own life.She’s been staying with Jody ,until today she went back to retrieve some of her things and they reappeared. She called me , and I brought her here. I thought that would be best .” He sends you a soft smile, that you return to him. You can’t even be mad at Cas, he was only trying to help. He flutters away , before anyone says anything. You look between the boys, both giving you disapproving looks. 

Originally posted by devoiddean

“ Oh shut up, I handled it. Now if you don’t mind, I need to get back to Jody .” You go for your phone, ready to call Jody and see if her or Claire will come get you 

“ Oh no Sweetheart, you’re not getting out of this conversation.” Dean grabs your phone out of you hand. You send him an annoyed glare, “ Dean im fine, its dealt with . ““ You’re not going back to Jodys Y/n .” Sam spoke up  Well this is going to go well.

“ And why the hell not?” Annoyance clear in your tone.

Originally posted by halsteadlindsaycpd

 “ What if they trace you back to Sioux Falls? Huh? You want to risk putting Jody and the girls in even more danger than you already have?” Your face falls, How did I not think of that .

Dean aggressively places your phone on the table, making you flinch. “ Damn it Y/n ,why wouldnt you just call us !” He roared. You shrunk even more ,

  “ Because I didnt need you to play hero ! I thought I had this covered !”

“ Well you didnt! Now you’re going to stay here until this is taken care of, dont even fucking argue.” He storms out of the room , leaving you standing there, tears about to spill over to your cheeks.

  Sam walks over to you , pulling you into a hug. “ Why didn’t you really call us Y/n, no crap about having this handled.” You sigh , How can he even tell when im lieing.

“ After you guys left, you’re the only one that called me Sam. Dean didn’t even try to contact me. I figured he wanted to forget about being at my house. So I didnt want to drag your guys back to me.” You say , barely above a whisper     

  Sam doesn’t respond, but Dean does.” Sam , can you give us a minute.“ his voice doesn’t have any hint of hostilly, or anger left in it . But it isn’t exactly a friendly tone either. Sam kisses the top of you head, then leaves the room. Dean sits in one of the chairs around the table, he’s tapping his finger against the table.  Here comes there rejection speech . I should of just stayed at Jodys, none of this would be happening. I didn’t even need my crap anyway  .

   It feels like forever before he speaks, but when he does his voice is softer than you expect. ” Is that really why you didn’t call us for help? You thought I wanted to forget about what happened? “ He’s staring at you while you keep your gaze on the floor.

"  Your mood completely flipped when you left,  you went from not wanting to leave to, ’ get me the hell out of here ’ within minutes Dean . Your brother is the one that was calling me, not you . So my fucking bad that I assumed it was just something to pass your time with ” it comes out cold, no other emotion besides anger running through you  . You hear him scoff as he stands from the chair. He makes his way infront of you , stopping barely 2 inches away from you. You stand your ground, not letting him intimidate you .

 " You think  you have me figured out don’t you? I was already attached to you before we spent the week at your house, I always felt something for you , but I wasn’t sure what it was. And I didn’t need to know since we only saw you once in a while. Spending that week with you , made me even more attached to you. Having you sleep in my arms, waking up next to you , just being near you made things feel semi normal . Do you know how dangerous it is to be associated with  a hunter, let alone a Winchester!? Everyone we care for dies ,Y/n . I couldn’t have that happen to you .I realized that when  I had to push myself to leave you . That’s why I didn’t call. I knew you were okay , Sam would tell me. But this, “ he signals between the two of you , ” can’t happen. I wont let it . I can’t lose you like I lost everyone else. No matter how much I love you .“ As the words slip out of his mouth , his eyes widen.

Originally posted by spn-spam

  Did he just …. but then he said we cant… why is Dean Winchester so complicated.

   The air is thick between the two of you , both in shock of Deans words.

 ” You .. you love me?“ You finally manage to squeak out. You look up and see him looking anywhere but your face. You lift your hand to his face, guiding his eyes to yours.

 ” I’m not saying it again.  “ He turns, grabs your bags off the chair & starts to walk away .  You can feel your heart about to beat out of you chest.He says he cant be with me, so why am I staying?

 You follow behind him, he leads you to an empty room. It was bigger than the one you stayed in at Jody’s, it had a normal size closet and two nightstands next to the bed. The bed was quite big, reminding you of your own bed at home.I just want to go home.

  Dean drops your bags on the bed, and goes to leave.Oh no you don’t Winchester.

    You grab his wrist, spinning him around to face you . You move your hands to fist in his red flannel, and pull his lips to yours. He doesn’t push you away , instead his hands grab onto your waist, pulling you closer. Your lips are molded to his in a heated , fast kiss. He nips on your bottom lip, making you moan . His hands entangle in your hair, bringing your lips tighter against his. The kiss is frantic, but perfect. You can feel a tingle wave through your body . Deans hands land behind your thighs, making you jump and wrap your legs around his waist.You can feel his erection press against your heated core, making another moan erupt from your mouth. Dean begins kissing every part of you neck he can reach and he slams your back against the nearest wall. You begin grinding yourself down on his bulge, pulling a groan from him. 

Originally posted by brokenheartstrings16

 He removes your back from the wall, proceeding to drop you onto the bed. You land with a bounce, a shocked gasp escapes your mouth . You look at Dean , his eyes glazing over with what you assume to be lust. He moves to hover over you , his lips right above yours as his body pins you to the bed.

 ” I mean what I said Y/n , we can’t .“ He starts to move away from you .

"Oh I don’t think so Dean .” You lock your legs around his waist before he moves any farther. You quickly flip the both of you so now Deans on his back. His eyes are wide, and he’s about to protest, but you beat him to it .

“ You don’t get to make this decision for me . I get you don’t want me in danger, but guess what? I already have a fucking target on my back ,and surprise, its not because of a Winchester . No one is safe when they have anything to do with hunting. Regardless if they are physically killing things, or doing the research . So get it through your thick skull Dean Winchester, I love you . And I’m not letting you push me away because you’re being a big fucking baby .” you’re out of breath by the time you finish your speech . Deans staring up at you , hands resting on your waist, his lips slightly parted.  His breathing is heavy , but so if yours. You stay straddling him for a few minutes, before the silence ends.

 " You love me?“ he asks timidly . You let out a laugh , shaking your head.

 ” You’re just processing that now? Yes D, I love you . If you don’t want to be with me for a different reason than my safety, tell me . But if that is the main reason, then you’re out of luck, because I’m not accepting it. “ A dazzling smile appears on his face, making you raise your eyebrow at him . He then turns the tables, flipping you so you’re beneath him now. He is back hovering over you, but he doesn’t hesitate to kiss you this time. His lips are soft against yours, completely different than previous kisses from today . His lips slowly move with yours, he slowly traces your bottom lip with his tongue, you part you lips, letting his tongue tangle with yours.

Originally posted by lovershub

Your fingers interlock in his hair, pulling him deeper in to your lips. He moves his lips from yours, beginning to trail kisses from underneath your ear down to the collar of your shirt. He leans back , and you take the cue to take your shirt off. He mimics your actions, stripping his layers off. You both take a minute to look at eachother , then continue taking the rest of each others clothing off.  In a matter minutes, you’re both completely naked, and Deans lips are back on yours. He gives you a quick kiss, then moves his lips lower. Slowly dragging them down your neck , to your breasts. He wraps his lips around your hardened peak ,while his hand tweaks your other one. He swirls his tongue around the bud, making you let out a string of moans. He switches boobs, but slides his hand down your body , finally ending up on your clit. Your aching your back into him as he sucks at your chest, and circles a finger around your clit.

” Dean , please .“ You whine  He picks his head up, releasing your nipple with a pop, giving you a  mischievous smirk .  He moves himself down your body , until hes right infront of your core. You move your hands to his hair, as he licks through your soaking folds.

 ” You’re soaked Sweetheart, is this all because of me?“ He asks as he presses down on your clit with his thumb. You whimper and nod, causing him to chuckle. He dives his head back down, and sucks your sensitive clit into his mouth . Your grip tightens on his hair as you moan his name.

” Dean please,  I need you inside me. Do this another time !“ you beg. He smiles, pulling himself back up and planting a lingering kiss on your lips. You reach down, taking his hard length in your hand. You begin to guide it to your entrance, he takes control, and pushes into you. It’s uncomfortable at first, but you adjust to his impressive size quickly. As he starts moving slowly, thrusting slowly but still deep. You rake your nails down his back ,as moans fly out of you . He keeps a slow steady pace, but you want more.

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” Dean please, go faster “ you whimper out. He does as you ask ,and begins slamming into you. The sounds coming out of you are obscene, but you can tell Dean enjoys them. He switches positions,  so your legs are spread open to him while hes on his knees. He grips onto your hips, beginning to pound into you even harder. ” Oh my God. Dean “  you breath out, you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge.  You hear Dean grunt, he slides is hand from your hip to you clit, pulling his thumb in tight circles against it. You feel yourself tightening around his cock as his thrust become sloppy. ” Come on D, cum for me. “ You whisper as he slams into you particularly hard. His thrust throws you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. Dean finishes at the same time, moans of pleasure leaving both of you.  He rolls himself off you , pulling you into his side as he adjusts himself. You’re chests are both still heaving.

” So- I guess the games over now, huh?“  You ask as you trace circles over his bare stomach. He lets out a laugh , and kisses your forehead.

” Yeah I guess it is. Now we just get to go straight to the good part sweetheart". you laugh

“ Dean , I love you.” You say suddenly. He tilts your face up to his, a smile beaming at you

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“ I love you too "  He goes to kiss you again , but a knock at the door stops him .

” Are you two done now? “ You hear Sam’s sass through the door. You both laugh , and get out of bed. You throw on the flannel Dean had on , and pull up your sweats.  Dean opens the door as he pulls his shirt on , Sam’s got a blush on his face as he rubs the back of his neck.

” You okay there Sammy? “ Dean asks with a laugh , ” Whats up?“

Sam clears his throat  before talking, ” I called Crowley , had him look into the demons that showed up at Y/n’s. He said he took care of it . Everything should be clear. “ You feel like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders.  But what happens now? I don’t l think I can leave Dean now…

” Well that’s great ! Now we can go get the rest of y/n’s stuff. “ You and Sam both snap you eyes to Dean sending him confused looks.

” You don’t think you’re going back there now that demons know where you live , do you? Because that’s not happening. You’re staying here with us. “

 You cant control the smile that forms on your lips. ” Dean Winchester, are you asking me to move in the Bunker?“ You ask slowly but playful .

 ” Not asking, it’s happening Sweetheart. “ He pulls you to his side, planting a kiss on your head.

 thank God for that damn Game.

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Helpless, Homeless (Josh Dun) Part 1


Heyo guys this is going to be a short multipart series if thats alright as I didnt want to squeeze it all into one update I hope you enjoy it 

Words: 1,500+

triggers: Mentions of physical abuse, homelessness and stealing

if you find any of these triggers sensitive to you then please don’t read as I would much rather someone stays safe than read one of my fics.

If anyone would like to talk to me about any of the triggers in this fic or anything else my inbox is always open if you want someone to talk to or if you want someone to listen. 


Abandoned, stranded, homeless. Those are all terms that could be used to describe my current situation as a pleading beggar, who lies helpless on the cold concrete slabs hoping and praying for the smallest morsel of food to survive on, if i find any I am lucky it means that I got there before the pigeons did. I sit alone hoping that a generous commuter would chuck me a few pence on their way to work which would be enough for me to do the walk of shame to the nearest convenience store, there I would be able to look longingly and hungrily through the shelves as I see what I am able to buy with my precious pennies. This isnt the life I dreamed of as a small girl playing with my dolls, I dreamed of being a princess living in a magnificent castle with my knight in shining armour there by my side to protect me. However the results of me getting older meant that the dream life i had planned for myself had become unrealistic and impossible. If I could show 7 year old Y/N where she was currently at the age of 25 she would be scared stiff. At the age of 17 I then knew that my young and ignorant dreams of becoming royalty and living in an elegant ancient castle were not what I wanted. I wanted to have a home, a safe home for me and my family no prince with shining armor, just me and a man I love and our little family, I wanted to have a stable job that meant I was able to take my dream family on tropical holidays. Was that to much to ask? It seems as though it was. 

I retreat back the small home that I had made for myself in a back alley away from the unsafe streets. I would sit on the hard pavement during the day begging for food and money or anything that would help me get back on my feet however in the evenings I hide away as best as I can trying my hardest not to be to exposed to the unfair world we live in. Its not safe for a young girl to alone on the streets at night, especially a young girl who has no where to go and is in a vulnerable position like myself. my trembling fingers pick apart at the sandwich I had purchased quickly eating it so I could sleep and rest for the night. It was a cold night a freezing one in fact, and it is on night like these I truly wonder to myself what is even the point of living if this is what I am living for? I lie down on the cardboard that I had placed down for me to sleep on, I shudder as my back collides with the cold solid surface. It was my mattress, and I was very careful with it as it is the only thing that is separating me from the concrete slabs.

As soon as I shut my eyes the sounds of the clustered streets around me are heightened dramatically, it feels as though the fast cars are heading straight towards me even though I am safe. Well, as safe as you can be when you are a poor young girl living on the city streets.

Unfortunately, my mind whizzes back to night that I ended up on the streets for the first time. My parents had split up when i was 16 and I was still living at home with my mum and my dad had moved out, i never pressured my parents into telling me why they broke up, the last thing i wanted to do was start a heated argument over something that isn’t that important. However I do know that they didnt end on good terms, they stayed away from each other and couldn’t bare to look each other in the eyes. My mother was lonely and angry I can understand why, but what I will never understand is why she decided to take out her loneliness and anger on me. She stopped me from seeing my beloved father, she believed that if she wasn’t going to be able to see my dad then she didnt want me to be able to see him either. From then on it proceeded to get worse. She would come home every night get drunk, sleep for a while, wake up, the beat me. She would beat me when I would go to check on her and make sure she was all right, consequently she would lash out on me out of pure spite and jealousy.

It got to the point where I couldn’t handle it anymore and I wanted to leave and never see her again, I packed up all my belongings and left, I didnt have much I didnt care because all my sights were set on getting out of there and as far away as possible. I walked and walked nd walked and then I ended up in a city in Columbus, Ohio. Here I am, helpless and alone.

I have just woken up to the sound of the commuters going to work in the early hours. This is usually how I am woken up on a weekday, I am used to it. I pack up a few of most valuable things and take them with me. The las time i forgot to do this all my personal belonging were stolen and it was terrible. I can never understand why someone would steal off of a homeless person. Haven’t they lost enough?

7 hours, that’s how long i have been sitting here and I haven’t even raised enough for a sandwich. I was desperate, it never usually gets to this point where I even consider stealing however today is different, and I don’t really know why.

I take my personal belongings with me as I shuffle towards a convenience store to see what I was able to buy today. I go to the clearance section and with my measly coins i am unable to buy anything. I was stuck, what was I going to do? I am starving right now what am I going to be like in a few hours?

I reach out for the sandwich and hastily shove it in the inside of my jacket pocket just after i checked my surrounding area. I walk round the shop for a few more seconds wanting it to appear as though I was still browsing the items before I left. As I was about to complete a successful theft and leave the shop I felt a strong grip tight around my arm, I was expecting whoever it was who had a firm hold on me to be a worker or some type of security worker. Considering this, I concluded that if it was a worker or a security worker they would have made a scene out of this and would have made their actions more known to the people in the surrounding area. But this person was subtle and I wasn’t feeling any kind of aggression in their hold.  

I look up and see a man, not a worker, just a man. I catch myself thinking just a man however he his appearance doesn’t strike me ‘just’ a man. His salmon hair was attempting to escape from under his baseball cap, I was able to see that he has dark eyes that stared down at me with an emotion I can only describe as care, he had arms painted in ink of beautiful designs that had been carefully crafted. I found it difficult to look at this and not think him attractive as he was. However I will not allow myself to think such things as I am in such a position, it would be foolish.

This man pulls away from the exit of the shop and we hide in one of the aisle as to not be seen by any of the workers.

“Let me buy that for you” This man said, this man who I had only met a matter of seconds before hand was offering to buy me some food.

I dont say a word, I have leant not to trust people so easily over the years, and I hand over the food.

He takes it and walks over to get a bottle of water and a chocolate bar, which I could only assume that was what he actually came in for then he goes towards the till. He buys the items and gestures me out of the shop.

“Here you go” He says grinning, a flurry of emotions overwhelmed me I suddenly felt extremely embarrassed that I had let an attractive man see me in such a state.

“Thank you” I whisper and take the bag out of hands, I peer in, I see that the water and chocolate wasnt for him, it was for me along with the sandwich I had attempted to steal earlier.

“My name is Josh, what’s yours?” 

I look at the man who I now as Josh and see that he isn’t looking at me like I was a tramp, he is looking at me like I am an actual person and that is something that hasn’t happened to me in a long time. 


anonymous asked:

do you guys have any harry potter x tk headcanons? 🙊

yes! indeed we do. a year ago, we answered some asks (1, 2, 3, 4) about slytherin jeongguk and hufflepuff taehyung, but it has been quite some time!! and we dont agree with those headcanons anymore (e.g. slytherin jeongguk).

so instead, we offer you: beauxbaton jeongguk x durmstrang taehyung!!

  • this entire headcanon exists because carboxyls loves the mental image of jeongguk wearing the powder blue beauxbaton robes
    • he would look really cute and soft all the time ok (●♡∀♡)
    • “i have a deep love for the image of jeongguk conjuring a tiny mountain bluebird and holding it on his finger as taehyung coos at it” –carboxyls
  • they probably meet at one of the triwizard tournaments! beauxbaton is hosting and taehyung is the durmstrang champion. (jeongguk is a spectating student/not the beauxbaton champion, probably cause hes more baby.) we are not sure how they meet but they do
    • taehyung offering his fur cloak bc jeongguk’s uniform is blue silk
    • “why is everything you wear lined with fur” “why is everything you wear made of SILK”
  • and they hit it off! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ jeongguk takes around taehyung around his school and shows him all the hidden hallways and rooms, his favorite paintings to chat with (the beauxbaton castle is really beautiful in an Extra Way, as only the french can be)
  • and eventually people just start assuming its taeguk when they see a beauxbaton and a durmstrang uniform together (≧∇≦)/
    • mingyu: i hear they eat rocks and snow
    • jeongguk: wtf what no they do not
    • (later)
    • jeongguk: hey what do you eat at durmstrang
    • taehyung: rocks and snow
    • jeongguk:
    • taehyung: i’m kidding.
  • they eat all their meals together and wander around the grounds together and after a while everyone else doesnt really care tbh
  • smitten baby jeongguk is always getting all dreamy about how pretty taehyung is and mingyu nudges dokyeom like “…is he ok….”
    • after first all of jeongguks beauxbatons friends like ??? youre talking to a guy from DURMSTRANG? THOSE GUYS? but they come around after they meet taehyung
    • yoongi, jimin (aka taehyungs friends in durmstrang): FRATERNIZING WITH THE ENEMY

oops this got long as Heck so more under the cut ٩(♡ε♡ )۶

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Homemade (Lucifer Morningstar)

Originally posted by hopefulkillianheart

Pairing: Lucifer Morningstar/Reader
Words: 830+
Warning(s): Just one innuendo~
A/N: Yes, valentines was yesterday but I totally spaced it and didn’t think about it till 10:30 pm on valentines. I didnt finish this till 2″05 am rip 

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Today’s The Day

Request: Could you please write an EXTRA FLUFFY Sirius x reader imagine? Thank you very much! Xx


hello! sorry to bother you but I was just thinking if you can write a small imagine if sirius finally having the courage to flirt and ask out his gryffindor crush who is known of being intimidating (just like me lol)

Word Count: 2,041


“Alright, Prongs, today’s the day,” Sirius declared confidently. “Is it?” James smirked. “Yes,” Sirius replied. “You sound pretty sure of yourself there, Mate,” James pointed out, amused. “I am. I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna go up to her in the library after dinner and sweep her off of her feet and by the time I leave, she’ll be head over heels in love with me,” Sirius tugged on his collar, his boldness almost palpable. “Well good luck, Pads,” he laughed, mumbling under his breath,“You’re going to need it.” “I am not going to need it!” Sirius called as he left the common room for dinner. 

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More Than Just A Boss (Taemin AU) Pt.10 ~final

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Type: Angst Fluff

Taemin smiled as he helped his daughter walk. His expensive suit pants dragged across the grass as he asked you to come by after 5PM so he could bound with his daughter at the park. “Look at you” he coos as he glances up at you, he was looking to see if you were still giving him judgmental glares that you thought he didn’t notice. But you weren’t, you were sitting on the park bench near by reading your book. He smiled lightly as he took you in. He could say he was developing a slight crush on you. Well not so slight. A rather large one. You used to be afraid to make him mad but now you were the one who was challenging him. Putting him in his place, and he really really liked it.

He picked Hajoon up as he brought her over and sat her down beside you. “How’s the book?” he asked as you nodded. You looked at his pants as you leaned over and swatted at them trying to get the green stains off of them. “Don’t worry about them, I have way more” he told you as he slid his jacket back on. “So we’re going out to eat” he spoke as he went to put Hajoon in her stroller as you nodded lightly. You two began walking before he grabbed your hand pulling you to the inside of the side walk “you never let a lady walk beside the street” he told you as he passed the stroller off to you and took the diaper bag. “Oh thank you” you say as you wanted to giggle at his gentlemanly act but decided against it.

He began doing small things like that which as he planned you would pick up on which you did. He would buy foods, small ‘just thinking of you’ gifts, attempting making you food. Cute things like that.


Taemin smiled as he poured you a glass of wine. He sat the bottle down on the table as he sat in the seat beside you. He had bought alfredo for you two and some very expensive wine. “Why are you treating me so well?” you asked him as to you took a sip from the class “because I think you deserve it” he spoke as he started eating. “Taemin what is going on? You’re acting different” you say as he felt his cheeks warm as he looked down. “It’s weird to say aloud” he told as you looked unsure.

His hand shakily made its way onto yours as he squeezed it lightly. “I um” he started as his other hand reached over and grabbed his glass and downing his wine quickly. He sighed “I have feelings for you” he say as you freeze. “You’re amazing to me and Hajoon” he says “you put me in my place and snapped me out of my horrible ways” he starts. He smiled lightly. “Taemin” you say quietly as he looks at you “what do you think of me?” he asked “I think you’re a handsome male. I can’t thought of you before but you’ve always been The Lee Taemin” you tell him. He poured himself another glass as he linked your fingers with his and tugged you from the table.

“The Lee Taemin. Hm” he spoke taking a sip and sitting down on the couch as the room grew silent. You two sat awkwardly on the couch as he went to say something but he didnt know what to say. You sipped you drink before you put it down on the table. He did the same gaining some encouragement for the drink “can I kiss you?” he asked as you nodded rather quickly. He shifted slightly as he moved closer to you, he offered a soft smile as he leaned in to kiss you. His nose bumped into yours with force as you both make a sound “sorry” he said cupping your face. He smiled as he leaned in placing a kiss onto your nose. You decided to do the same. He smiled lightly as he tried to kiss you again. But like magic Hajoon let out a cry as she woke up from her nap she was asking for her father as she was scared and alone. “Sorry” he says as he gets up heading to get his daughter. You pout lightly as you played with your fingers as Taemin brought Hajoon and her messy bedhead out. “Did you nap well?” you coo as she smiled leaning against her father as you took it as a yes.


Taemin danced as he bounced Hajoon who giggled at her father as they held each other close. “Come” he spoke as he ushered you over. Opening his arms he tugged you close to him as he bumped your forehead with his. He smiled as he leaned in and successfully placed a kiss onto your lips as his face was grabbed by Hajoon. He giggles pulling back, Taemin leaned down to give her a kiss but she grabbed your face and gave you a slobbery kiss. “Oh okay” Taemin says shocked that she didnt kiss him. You looked at him with a teases smile as he used his dress shirt to clean your face before he brought you in for another sweet kiss.


“You’re getting remarried?” Minho asked as Taemin nodded “I think Y/N is the one for me” he spoke as Minho smiled. “Congrats but you two have been dating a month. Are you sure?” Minho asked sticking his hand out. “I look at her and I can see us years from now together. She took the job for money but she never spent it unless it was on Hajoon” Taemin responds smiling. “Hajoon started calling her mama too. That’s when I really knew it should happen” he continues as he messes with his glass. “Does your ex know?” Minho asked as Taemin scoffed “she’s too busy with Kai now. You know she’s pregnant again. I feel bad for that kid. Two bad parents” he told his friend. “Now I know if I’m bad, Y/N will be a good mom for Hajoon and maybe down the line another baby” Taemin smiled largely at the thought of it all.


You smiled as you looked at the ring on your finger as you handed Hajoon a plate of apple wedges. “Daddy is coming home early just for us” you told her as you sat down on the couch beside her. She showed you a slice before she brought it to her mouth. You stroked her hair lightly watching her eat. “You’re gonna be the flower girl. Your daddy will have a melt down. We might bot even get through the ceremony because of it” you giggle as the front door opened. “Hello my girls” he said as he bent down pressing a kiss onto each of your cheeks before he kissed onto Hajoon’s head. “Hows my darling fiance?” he asked as you giggled “I’m amazing” you tell him as he kissed your lips lightly. “How are you?” you ask him as he jumped into the spot beside you “better now that I’m home” he spoke as he wrapped his arms around you. He brought you in for a solid kiss “I’ve been thinking about your lips all day” he whispers as you smile “yeah?” you ask kissing him again as he nods. Soon Hajoon climbed onto his lap and he pulled himself away from you. “Jealous for once?” he asked her as she just sat on him “she’s jealous” he told you as he patted her head.

finally after weeks of chasing and facing rejections, chuuya accepted dazai’s offer to get coffee. 

 'it’s just coffee,’ chuuya thought. ‘not much harm can come from that.’

 in all honestly, chuuya missed dazai’s company, and turning down the other’s offers pained him as much as it did dazai judging by the brunet’s crest fallen face each time chuuya said no. 

 the two approached one of yokohama’s famed cafes on a bright saturday morning when dazai rushed towards the entrance ahead of chuuya and lavishly opened the door. 

“after you~” dazai exclaimed while gesturing to enter with his free arm.

 the look chuuya shot him caused the brunet to burst out in laughter.

 "dont give me such a sour look chuuya. has nobody ever opened-“ 

 dazai didnt get to finish his sentence as chuuya ignored him and entered the cafe first. 

 "chuuya! chuuya wait!” dazai rushed towards the executive side and poked the other’s cheek. “chuuya you’re so meannn~~~”

 chuuya let out a sigh. “whatever shitty dazai. stop poking me. what are you, twelve?”

 dazai’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “why chuuya on a scale of ten i am indeed a twelve. i’m glad you agree with me.”

 the redhead gave dazai another exasperated look before stepping forth to order something to drink. chuuya didn’t particularly enjoy coffee, but the fragnant smell of freshly ground coffee beans filled his nose so he decided to settle for an iced americano.

 after placing his order, chuuya sat down at one of the empty tables by the window and watched dazai order his drink. the morning sunlight lit the other’s hair a gold-brown, and chuuya felt something tug at his heart. the two of them had often spend their saturdays together during their childhood, and the current turn of events brought a sense of warm familiarity to chuuya.

 it wasnt till dazai returned with both of their drinks that chuuya snapped out of thoughts.

 "chuuya what’s occupying your mind~ wanna share with me?“

 "tch, thats none of your business dazai,” chuuya started turning his face towards the other when his sapphire eyes fell upon dazai’s drink.

 "you’re kidding me right,“ were the only words that escaped chuuya’s lips as he looked upon dazai’s choice in horror.

 the cup was heavily covered in whipped cream to the point chuuya wasn’t even sure if there was any coffee under it at all.

 the detective met chuuya’s eyes with a questioning look. "whats wrong with my latte?”

 chuuya nearly spit his coffee out. he always knew dazai was fond of sweet things, but adding what appeared to be half a can of whipped cream to a latte was nearly enough to make him want to walk out the door. he could already feel the headache forming in the back of his head and was starting to regret agreeing to spend the day with the other.

 "i guess there’s nothing wrong with it,“ chuuya huffed.

 dazai’s laughter filled the space between them. "chuuya i never knew you were a coffee elitist. i didnt even think you drank coffee.”

 a light pink dusted the executive’s cheeks. “i never said that dazai.”

 hazelnut eyes only twinkled in response. 

 "whatever you say chibi~“

 after that one coffee date, chuuya found himself spending more and more time with the bandaged detective. through their constant interactions, chuuya could see just how much the being in the agency had changed his former partner. dazai appeared to be more full of life despite his attempts at suicide every now and then, the cold, dead look in his hazelnut eyes no longer present like they were when he was a member of the port mafia.

 chuuya was relieved dazai had managed to find some light in his life, and he was willing to keep his own feelings and dazai’s past memories involving him in the dark if it meant dazai would continue to be happy. 

 a sudden knocking on his door jolted the executive out of his thoughts. chuuya glanced at the clock before getting up from his coach. it was a little bit past nine, and he wasn’t expecting anyone to show up. chuuya wondered if the boss required him for a sudden mission, but mori had always simply called him in instead of sending someone over.

 "coming!” chuuya yelled over his shoulder as placed down his glass of wine before coming to open the door expecting to see someone from the mafia but was instead met face to face with dazai.

 "chuuya! what took you so long.“

 chuuya felt his mouth slightly drop open. 

 "dazai what the hell are you doing here. how did you even find my address.”

 the brunet brought a finger to his chin while his eyes started at the ceiling appearing to be deep in thought.

 "hmmmm actually i have no idea. my feet just kinda let me here. funny huh?“ dazai shrugged at his comment before letting himself into chuuya’s apartment.

 the redhead growled. "who said you could come in shitty dazai.”

 "aww chuuya don’t be like that. besides i didn’t come to stay here.“


 dazai linked his arm to chuuya’s, dragging him out the door.

 "did you know they’re having the summer festival today? let’s go watch the fireworks together!” dazai proclaimed without not giving the executive a chance to protest. 

 the bustling of the city greeted chuuya’s ears as dazai dragged him towards the heart of the summer festival. children ran around in yukatas, exploring the different game and food stands while their parents walked behind them at a lazy pace. the summer festival wasn’t particularly an event chuuya attended, his position in the mafia required him to travel often, and he was almost always abroad during the summer.

 the constant tugging on his right arm reminded the redhead that dazai still had his arm intertwined with his, but for some reason, chuuya didnt particularly mind and continued to let the excited brunet pull him towards what dazai called the ideal spot for watching fireworks.

 chuuya found himself leaning against the railing of a bridge, far away from the heart of the festival. 

 "dazai are you sure this is the best place for this.“ 

 dazai tucked a stray strand of hair behind his h ear as the wind tousled his wavy brown locks.

 "trust me chuuya. it’ll definitely be worth it.”

 chuuya simply sighed and contemplated lighting a cigarette when a flash of bright light caught his eye. a firework burst in the night sky, lighting the darkness with shades of blue and gold. chuuya watched in wonder. in all his years in japan, he had only really witnessed a fireworks show once or twice, and the sight of the different shades mingling with the stars was breathtaking.

 dazai leaned against the rail next to chuuya. 

 "enjoying yourself?“

 chuuya smiled in response. "yah definitely.”

 the brunte turned his face towards the other. “hope this takes some of the burden placed on you due to work off.”

 pale blue eyes widened in surprise. “how’d you know i was stressed dazai.”

 dazai chuckled. “of course i’d noticed when the person i love is stressed.”

“what did you just say?" 

"i said i love you chuuya.”

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Originally posted by imaginingbucky

Summary: Chapter 3 of Trope-tastic ~ Bucky Barnes + 5. Person A and Person B have to huddle together to keep warm in the cold

It was the mystery that drew Y/N in. Bucky Barnes was an enigma wrapped up in an impenetrable emotional wall. The super soldier he had seen so much, and held so much guilt inside.

He was quiet, and apart from the occasional greeting when Y/N would smile at him in passing, Bucky barely said a word to the SHIELD scientist. Nonetheless, she still made strides to befriend him, hoping that somehow she could learn more about Bucky.

Perhaps that was why he requested that she come with him on the mission. He knew that she didn’t want to know the Winter Soldier, she wanted to know Bucky Barnes. The man who had gone away a long time ago and was struggling to come back again.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked, wanting his friend’s first field mission back in Russia to go as smoothly as possible. The blonde captain didn’t know Bucky had even met Y/N in the first place.

“I’m sure. Besides, it’s a simple mission, we’ll be in and out in no time.” Bucky said with a shrug, hoping that his words were true.

“Alright, if you’re sure.” Steve agreed, getting up and going to brief Y/N on the mission.

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The Winchester Way

Characters: Dean x Reader (Y/N), Sam,  Bobby (mentioned)

Summary: The reader has this ratty old sweatshirt that she always wears around the bunker and Dean thinks it would be funny to hide it from her. Little does he know that that sweatshirt is very special to Y/N and when she realizes it’s missing she is not very happy.

Word Count: 1658

Warnings: Language, minor anxiety attack // If any of this might trigger you please do not read!!!


“Come on Y/N it’s just a sweatshirt calm down.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want pop spilled all over it!” I half yelled at him out of frustration.

“Jeez chill out, just throw it in the wash or somethin’.” he murmured through a mouth full of burger. I loved the man, but that was one habit I’d wish he drop.

“Yeah whatever.” you sigh as you stand up from the bunkers kitchen table.

You loved this sweatshirt, you wore it to the point where the fabric was faded and it was filled with random holes. Some of which you cut yourself as little thumb holes. But that was a long time ago. If anyone outside the bunker had seen you in it they would have thought you were homeless, hell, you would have thought yourself homeless if it wasn’t for the roof over your head. The thing was this wasn’t just some sweatshirt you grabbed at an old store when it was cold. No, this was your mother’s. She gave it to you when you were 10 just 2 years before her and your dad were murdered by some demon. The same demon that would try and kill you on multiple occasions later in life, and would later burn down your house and force you to move in with Bobby Singer. The man that made you the hunter you are today. So yeah you would rather not spill pop over one of the few things you had left of your family.


Dean POV.

“What is up with her and that sweatshirt man?” he grumbled to Sam who was casually researching. “I mean seriously the things a mess. Why not just get a new one already?”

“Dean, who knows? And since when do you care what her wardrobe is anyways?” Sam chuckled as he went back to his book

“Whatever” Dean stuttered, looking away. He was gonna get that sweatshirt and show her how ridiculous it was.


The next day

“Dean have you seen my sweatshirt?” you snarled at him as you scramble around the bunker.

“Not a chance sweetheart,” he muttered as he took a sip of his drink. “Why do you care it’s practically decaying in your hands.” he laughed.

“I just want to find it alright.”.

“Yeah, alright princess” he scoffed.

Not good, not good, not good. Where is it? You threw it in the wash yesterday and now it’s magically disappeared? “Saaaaaam!”

“Y/N, whats up?”

“I can’t find my sweatshirt” you grumble.

“ Sorry can’t help you there, I’ll let you know if I see it.”

“Yeah ok…”. This was not good, you loved that sweatshirt, you needed that sweatshirt. You felt tears swell up in your eyes as you walked away from the library. you couldn’t save your parents and now you can’t even keep track of a damn sweatshirt? You useless and pathetic scrap of a person, why do you even care so much, their dead, get over it you baby.

You’re now in your and Deans room and god you just hope they can’t hear you sobs through the pillow You’ve shoved your face in. You try and control your breathing but it’s no use. All you hear is your own damn voice, or worse, Deans, yelling “Get over it you fucking cry baby is just damn sweatshirt move on!” You just sob harder attempting to muffle the noise with the pillow.

You know what this is, it’s happened before, and your best bet is to wait it out. You have assumed you had anxiety before but had never bothered to mention it. Didnt need your cry baby ass getting in the way of things. You just sat them out the best that you could and then moved the hell on. That was the winchester way, wasn’t it?


Dean POV.

I was just walking to one of the spare rooms in the bunker to grab Y/N’s sweatshirt from where I hid it. I thought that it had been pretty uneventful she asked me if I’d seen it then asked Sam, then just disappeared off somewhere. And then I heard it, crying. And not just the type of sniffling if you stub your toe, like full on sobbing.

“What the hell have I done.” I muttered to myself and a stopped and mine and Y/N’s door. I ran into our room only to see Y/N lying face down on the mattress, violent sobs shaking her entire body.

“Sweetheart… hey, hey, talk to me.” I said depressedly.

She just looked through me with glazed over eyes as a sat her up.

“Oh darlin’ what have I done?” I said mostly to myself.

“Is this about the sweatshirt?” she started to cry harder as her eyes closed and her body trembled more. She just nodded.

“No no, I hid it, I just hid, it I’m sorry, sweetheart please.” she just continued to sob as she slouched into my chest. Tremors shaking her body as she cried.

I didn’t want to leave her but I need to grab that damn sweatshirt.

“Baby I’ll be right back just try and breath for me” she took in a large shaky breath before looking down at the bed sheets and nodding again.

I ran just two doors down and grabbed it off the shelf I threw it on last night and darted back to our room.

“See Y/N its right here, I got it.” she grabbed the sweatshirt and clung to it like it was here life. I expected her to calm down but she only seemed to cry more.

“oh god, come here. I’m sorry.”

I held her close and stroked her hair as she started to calm down. The sweatshirt crumpled up in between us was wet with her tears. She took a few shaky breaths before lifting her head from my shoulder and looked at me with red puffy eyes.

I saw her cheeks heat up and then her body start to shift away from mine.

“Hey, hey, no don’t do that” I said tightening my grip around her torso. She seemed to shake a little with tears I could tell she was holding back.

“No, it’s alright, please can you talk to me.”

She looked down and started to shake slightly, I was about to tell her it was fine, when I heard her mutter something.

“It was my mom’s.”   

Oh.   well shit Dean you really screwed that one up didnt you.

“Sweetheart I-I had no idea im sorry.” I stuttered. Of course she was in love with that sweatshirt it was her moms for cryin’ out loud.

We lied in each other’s arms for a few more minute before she slowly sat up and wiped her eyes.

“You know I really didn’t know it meant that much to you” I said sympathetically

“Yeah I know.” she said it with a sigh as she looked back down and the rumpled sheets on the bed.

“Uhh, do you want anything to eat?” I ask cause this awkward silence is, well, awkward.


“Ok I’ll just grab some leftovers”

“Sounds good.” except she doesn’t Sound good. She sounds exhausted.

I left the room the grab whatever I could find in the kitchen. Hopefully we had some pie left I know she would love that.

I ended some leftover burgers, 2 slices of pie, and some root beer.

“God I’m not looking forward to this conversation.”

“Hey Y/N here ya go, eat.” I insisted. She took the food and sat at the edge of the bed  just pushing it around on the plate. But in her defense I hadn’t eaten either.

“So are we gonna talk about this?” I began. I saw her shift under my gaze and

redirected my eyes to door, which was obviously a bad idea because she blurted out-

“I’m not just a cry baby.” I look right at her “Please don’t go.” she mumbled in the quietest voice I’d ever heard.

“I won’t leave I promise, but I wanna know what that was all about,”


Yeah sure Nothing.

“You know Sam’s not the only psychologist Y/N.”

“Hmm?”  Jeez was she gonna make me say this right out.?

“I know that was an anxiety attack.” I saw her expression shift for shock, to shame, to what looked like downright fear,


“Why didn’t you tell me?” said in a voice slightly to demanding cause as soon as I said it I saw her flinch slightly.

“ I-I didn’t wanna seem weak.” she stammered tears welling up in her eyes.

“Baby, id never.. I, why would you think that?” I was so lost as to why she wouldn’t tell me something she knew, Something that was hurting her.

“It’s the Winchester way isn’t it? No weakness,” Did that seriously just come from her mouth? This-this is My fault?

“Y/N no- that’s, that’s, not right. You should have told me.” I couldn’t believe she didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to seem weak.

“Ho-how many?” I asked


“How many attacks have you had?” I practically whispered.

“I don’t know maybe 1 every few weeks. Not bad, I manage.” I couldn’t breath, Every few Weeks? God, how didn’t I notice.

“Come here” I got up from where I was sitting and pulled her into my chest, there she slumped down and sighed into my shoulder“you should have told me”

“ I know”

“And just FYI” I chuckled “The Winchester way is crap.”

EXO reaction: meeting you (not an idol)

A/N: Okay this took me forever and turned out more like an imagine, I got so inspired hahaha. I’m so sorry I took so long but with finals and stuff I totally forgot. I hope you like it, though @breathe-freedom16​.


You are alone at the hunted house because your friends left without you. Chen sees you from afar and as a prankster he is, he touches your shoulder from behind and you scream your lungs out. He can’t help but smile when he sees how beautiful you are and without a second thought he makes the first move. “You seem a little lonely. I can walk you out if you want" he offers with a smile hoping for you to say yes. “Um… sure, why not” you answer unable to believe your luck. It wasnt what you were expecting AT ALL, though. Since you two started walking he was the one scarying you more than the hunted house itself, screaming and tickling you at the right time, and laughing because of the cute faces you make when you get scared. 

Once you are out you are so annoyed but so into this guy, and he won’t let this to be the last time you two meet.


You are on a rush walking on the sidewalk and take your phone to check a message you just got. You don’t notice the guy who’s walking towards you checking his phone as well and you both crash.
“Hey! What is it with you? You spilled my bubble tea on my new shoes!” He says angrily still looking at his shoes.
“I’m so sorry… I didnt see you, I swear!” You apologise.
“Of course you didnt…” he says, but then looks up to you and he can’t help but let out a little smile when he sees how beautiful you are. “You can make it up to me, you know?” He smirks, and you finally notice who he is. Your heart skips a beat but you try to act normal.
“And how’s that?” You ask.
“Simple, we go get another one, but it’s on me” he says. And you just nod and smile back at him who’s trying to act cool so you don’t see how excited he is.

Originally posted by visual-jongdae


You are at a karaoke place with your friends singing some random songs. You are all having so much fun and when you go back to your sits, you notice someone from afar staring at you.
Baek really liked the way you just sang and he is debating if he should go and talk to you or not. Finally, after a little while of encouraging himself he stands up and walks straight to where you are waving at you.
“Hey! You have a beautiful voice, I thought you were a pro” he says with a wide smile on his face. His pretty gorgeous face, you have to admit.
“Thanks” you giggle “I dont agree, but thanks”.
“And now, we are gonna sing a song together”, he says grabbing your wrist and pulling you gently back to the stage.
Once you are there he shakes your hand “I’m Baekhuyn, and you are…” he says with your hand still in his. “I’m y/n”. “Nice to meet you, y/n.” he winks as the music starts playing.

Originally posted by ohhsenshine


You are at the parking lot trying to close the trunk of your car, but nothing seems to work. You’ve been trying for like 20 minutes already and you are starting to get mad. Suddlenly you see a guy walking straight up to the car next to you. He looks familiar, but with his mask on it’s hard to know.  He’s putting some bags on his own trunk while you keep struggling to close yours. You don’t need to see his face to know he’s staring at you. When you meet your eyes with his you can tell he’s smiling. Feeling already annoyed you can’t contain yourself. “You find this funny, hu?” You say a little pissed. “You should help me instead” now it was more like a desperate call.  

What you don’t know is that he’s actually wanted to help since he noticed what’s wrong but he was too shy to aproach to you and say it because he finds you really cute. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be rude” he says looking down. “Yeah, and I didnt mean to stay here all night trying to close this” you say frustrated more to yourself than to him. “Maybe if you put that little bag on the back it’ll close. It’s getting in the way of the door…”. You do as he says and realize how stupid you were for almost half an hour. You roll your eyes. “Thank you…” “Kyungsoo, my name is Kyungsoo” he says, and know you know why he looked so famliar.

Originally posted by overdyosed


You take a sit on your first class chair on the plane, silently thanking your company for making you fly this comfortable, specially when it is such a long flight. You are so tired from all the week work, so you quickly fall asleep as  soon as your head meets the back of the chair. You’ve only been asleep for a couple of minutes when you feel something softly patting your shoulder, you wake up a little scared to see the one who was patting you is THE Zhang Yixing. You freeze and stare to his red stained face. “I’m so sorry I woke you up, but we are about to take off, you need to fasten your seatbelt… for your safety”. You nod without being able to find the right words to say as you feel your cheeks heating up just like Yixing’s. “Thank you” you whisper. “It was my pleasure” he answers with a shy smile. “Vacation trip?” He manages to ask so he can keep talking to you. “Business trip, first time” you answer,  "Oh… you are gonna love it there then” he says not being able to look at your face without getting red like a tomatoe. After a little silence and you two exchanging smiles you say “I’m y/n, by the way”. “What a beautiful name, I’m Yixing” he introduces himself thinking about how lucky he is to have such a pretty flight mate.

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


 It’s the first time that you go to a concert alone. It feels like the right thing to do though. After years of missing your favorite jazz players and singers because none of your friends wanted to go with you, you decided it was about time to do what you wanted to do with or without them. The first group started playing and you were enjoying it so much. “It’s amazing, isn’t it” a tall guy next to you says and you look up to see his face. Who would’ve thought you would meet Park Chanyeol here. “It is, indeed” you say amazed and not only because of the music, to be honest. “Did you come alone?” he asks and then covers his mouth inmediately realising how inappropriate his question was. You can’t help but chuckle a little bit. He is so adorable. “I did” you say with a smile. He doesn’t know how to act, he tries to act cool but it’s so obvious that he is nervous. “We can talk, if you want… I mean, listen to the concert and talk about it… or about anything or…” he says with a shaky voice covering his face again. “I’m Chan… let’s just start there” he says now smiling with his face as read as his scarlett hair. “I’m y/n”.


You’re already late to meet your friends who are at the third floor of the mall and the elevator doors are about to close, so you run your life out and force yourself into the elevator. Gasping for air when the doors finally close, you see Kim Minseok laughing at you. And you don’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that you are on the same place with him or that you just embarrassed yourself in front of him. He can’t find the red of your cheeks more adorable. “You know you could’ve just ask me to hold the doors for you…” he says still laughing. You are so embarrassed to say a word so he talks again going straight to the point and being his flirty self “But I always like it when pretty girls run wildly into the elevator I’m in, you know?” You giggle with your cheeks still on fire. “You are the very first one, though”.

Originally posted by secrethideoutme


You are at the supermarket trying to reach a bag of chips from the top of the counter but you aren’t tall enough. Suho watches you for a while quite amused with your fail attempts to reach your goal, and practices in his head a million scenarios where he goes and helps you to catch the chips. In the end he thinks you are so pretty to let you go by wasting so much time so he comes closer to you and says the first thing that crosses his mind “Do you need help there?” he says with a smile. “Yes, I can’t… r- reach that… bag of chips” you say nervously realising who he is. He gets them for you and you bow in gratitude. “I’m y/n”  you rush to say and he rushes to smile, no way you are wasting this once in a lifetime oportunity. 

Originally posted by britamin-graphics


Kai is at the hospital waiting to see his newborn nephew. He isn’t able to come in yet so he goes to the other waiting room to have a drink from the machine, and then’s when he lays his eyes on you, sitting alone in one of those chairs looking sad and anxious. He can’t let such a beautiful girl have such a sad look on her face so he takes a sit next to you. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to bother you, but are you okay?”. Of course you know who he is but with your mom in the OR, you don’t really have much energy to fangirl over him. “Not really, they are operating my mom… they should be done by now…” you say with a little sob. “No, no, no… don’t cry. She’s gonna be fine.” He says with that killer smile of his and start doing funny aegyo to make you smile, and it works. 

Originally posted by parkchny

A/N: Okay this was my first reaction ever so pls don’t be too hard on me if this sucks T.T I need to improve in these kind of things. Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted ot12, let me know if you like the Tao, Luhan and Kris ones. 

Remember the requests for reactions, imagines, scenarios, texts, snaps, ships or whatever you want are always open :3 And now I’m on vacation so I have time 7u7.

anonymous asked:

Can you do Finn Balor + #26?

Prompt: “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.”

Featuring Sheamus ^_^

During text message part F=  Your Friend. Y= You

You and Finn had been in a relationship for 3 years when he started to make it big in wrestling, but thats also the time things ended between you two. Finn had the opportunity to go to Japan and wrestle, however things were going really well in your job meaning you were thinking more about wanting to settle and maybe start a familly. Of course you didn’t want to hold Finn back and he didn’t want to stand in the way of your career and dreams so although it hurt the both of you, you decided to end things. Of course this devistated you but Finn even more so, he was planning on propsing to you a few months later but of course with the sudden change in career rise plans had changed.

Now 10 years later you were at the top of your career and living in America with your husband Sheamus. You had met Sheamus a couple off years back when you first moved to America, you were wondering the streets trying to follow the map on your phone to find the grocery store when you walked into someone. That someone was Sheamus and after helping you find the grocery store and figuring out you had a lot in common Sheamus asked for your number and as they say the rest is history.

You were currently sat on one of the crates backstage with Sheamus, getting ready to watch the fatal 4 way match. The 4th entrant had yet to be announced and as the music hit you tensed up. Of course over the years you’d heard Finn was part of the WWE but you didnt know he’d be debuting tonight.

“We can leave if you want love?” Shemaus asked noticing your shudden change, of course you had told him about your past with Finn and how you thought he was the one. Just as Sheamus had told you about his past.

“No it’s okay. Just a shock that’s all.” You smiled at him hopping down off the crate. “I’ll go get us some food and meet you back at the locker room yeah?” He smiled sweetly at you, brushing some hair out of your face he pulled you in for a kiss.

“Sounds good love. I’ll see you later.”

“I’ll see you later. I love you.”

“I love you too.” He mumbled against your lips giving you one last kiss. Making your way to catering you got a text from one of your best friends back home.

F - I saw Finn’s debut …how you doing?

Y - Good…..a little taken back, some fellings reamerging but good :)

F - Are you gonna talk to him?

Y - Idk it’s been like 10 years… a lot has happened since then. Besides what would we talk about?

F - Exactly. Who knows what Ferg is thinking now ;)

Y - You do know I’m happily married right? You were at our wedding!

F - I know! Thats not what I meant… maybe it’ll do you guys good to talk…..after all you were the one that said it dragged up a load of feelings ;)

You huffed at your friend, you loved Sheamus with all your heart and you couldn’t be happier, but Finn was your first proper love, the first person who you thought you were going to marry and also your first proper heartbreak. Because of that you didn’t know if you could handle those feelings all over again. Unfortunatly you didn’t have a chance to choose as you ran into somebody. You had really got to stop doing that.

“Woah sorry I…” You quickly whipped your head up recognising that voice anywhere. You looked up to met with those piercing blue eyes you’d once fell in love with. “(Y/N)…”

You quickly picked yourself up from his grasp and straightened out your shirt. “Ferg……I…. It’s good to see you.” He smiled and lightly rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s good to see you too… you look beautiful.” Looking down at your feet you both blushed at his comment. “Sorry…I…..How’s married life?” Finn motioned to your left ring finger. “You and Sheamus seem very happy.”

“We are. It’s better than I coud have imagined.” You smiled and both fell into a silence as the backstage crew continued to bustle around you.

“I should really get going, I’m supposed to be meeting Sheamus. Congradualtions on your match tonight…I guess I’ll see you around.” You turned to leave but Finn grabed your wrist gently pulling you back to him. He quickly removed his hand as if he felt some kind of spark, possibly the same spark you felt shoot throught you when he touched you.

“Sorry…..I… I just wanted to say that what happened all those years ago,  although we thought it was for the best…..I…..I’m not sure it was…..”

“Ferg please don’t…”

“Just please….let me finish…I’ve kept this secret for so long.” You sighed nodding, seeing the confict going on inside him, even after all these years you could still read Finn like a book. “The diamond in your engagement ring is fake.” 

“What are you on about?” Instinctivly you grabbed your wedding band and engagement ring getting defensive.

“Sheamus thinks he got you a real one but compared to the one I got you I can see it’s fake….” you stepped back slightly, did you hear him right? “umm….yeah before we broke up I was actually planning on proposing to you.” He sighed seeing the shock on your face, you took another couple of steps back almost falling over a box in the process. “I haven’t dated anyone since, I was…..I still am in love with you, and it broke my heart when I found out you’d moved on.”

“And you’re breaking mine. Did you think that telling me all this would make it better? Fergal it took me years to get over you and honestly I’m not completely sure I’m 100% over you. You knew what I wanted and part of me was hoping we could try again but you made no attempt to return any of calls or texts so I moved on with my life.” You could feel the tears brimming in your eyes, you should have left when you had the chance.

“One thing I don’t understand is why Sheamus, we have the same job and when we ended things you said you didn’t want to deal with the distance.” Finn started to sound a little annoyed, was he trying to blame you for this?

“And at the time I couldn’t. You’d be in Japan and I’d be stuck back in Ireland. But When I met Sheamus I got a promotion to their American offices! Thats a little different than Ireland and Japan!” You’d started to raise your voice and people around started to look to see what all the commotion was. You stepped closer so you could lower your voice, you definatly didn’t want to end tonight by creating a scene at your husbands work place. “When we broke up all those years ago we both agreed it was for the best, and for me it turned out to be the right choice. I’m sorry it didnt turn out that way for you but do not try and turn this around on me.” You had no idea how long you’d been stood talking to Finn, but it must have been a while because next thing you know Sheamus is stood next to you, wrapping and arm around your waist.

“Everything alright here?” Sheamus glanced between the two of you, rubbing soothing circles in your side trying to calm your tension.

“Yeah I was just coming to find you. Could you give me one more minute? I’ll meet you by the car.”

Sheamus glanced over at Finn. “You sure love?” He mumbled so Finn couldn’t hear, you nodded your head smiling at him before pulling him down for a kiss. He gave you a gentle squeeze before throwing a final warning glance at Finn, turning to head to the rental car.

“I’m sorry.” Finn mumbled, noticing how happpy you were with Sheamus and you could see the tears starting to roll down his cheeks. “Let’s just forget this ever happened. For the sake of work I won’t make things awkward for you and Sheamus.”

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too, I didnt wan’t to come off as a bitch tonight but I guess that already happened.” You both chuckled lightly and you found yourself reaching up to brush his tears away smilling sympathetically at him. “So thank you, that means a lot to me. I know it’s hard Finn but you will find someone who loves you as much as you deserve to be loved, and once you find her you’ll be so happy. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be me.” Stepping away from Finn you smiled at him one last time. As you walked away you didn’t hear what Finn muttered to himself.

“I already found her, and she just broke my heart for a third time.”

Prompt from this list.


(an anon sent this in a couple days ago so i just put it together in one post)

Johnny wiped his swollen, red eyes. He couldn’t take the pain anymore, but had he really come to this? To take the cowards way out (or so they called it)? Sure the gang would miss him. But they’d get over it. Dallas was tough, Ponyboy was mature, as well as Darrel, and Soda and Steve had each other. He was never all that close with them anyway. So there he sat in his position on the bridge, his legs dangling over the edge. The water below was shallow, and the bridge was pretty high up.
If he fell, he’d either drown or split his skull open, or both. He hoped he’d crack his head open. It would be a quick easy death. Drowning, on the other hand, was slow and painful. He shivered and eased a bit further up back to the road of the bridge. It’d be better to jump. Johnny stood up on the stone rails and swallowed dryly. Now or never. He closed his eyes, counting to ten so he’d now when to fall forward.
Dallas drove down the road a bit too fast. He had gotten a new car from the others or Christmas, thank the Lord, but knowing him, he couldn’t ever be careful. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke out of his parted lips. It was sort of a dreary day. The spring wasn’t usually like this. He shrugged it off and turned his gaze toward the upcoming bridge that led to the good part of town. A small figure caught his eye and he furrowed his eyebrows. It was clearly a kid.
Kids always did dumb things, but that was plain stupid. What if the kid fell? Death would be certain. Dallas shook his head, muttering something along the lines of ‘idiot’ under his breath. He slowed down a considerable amount and squinted at the figure. He could recognize that jacket anywhere. No one else had a jean jacket like that, nor did they have jet-black hair like that, hair that fell in shaggy bangs across their forehead. Dallas’s breath hitched and he slammed on his breaks.
He was didn’t want to startle who he now knew was Johnny, so he hoped out of his t-bird and ran to him. His heart was pounding and he felt like crying actual tears. Johnny couldn’t do this, not now, not ever! The kid had so much going for him! He had a future, and Dallas wanted to see that, damn it! He couldn’t stop himself. He knew he should’ve been quiet, but when was the Dallas Winston ever quiet? “J-Johnny?! What the hell do you think you’re doin’?!” He shouted, jogging to him.
“G-Get away, Dal! I’ve made up my mind. I don’ want you to stop me,” Johnny stated in a weak, small voice. He tried to be intimidating, but by the way his tan skinny hands were trembling, he was giving off scared vibes. He took the slightest step back to the edge of the bridge, looking back to make sure he wasn’t going to trip and stab himself somehow. “Johnny, c'mon, you-you can’t do this, man! Whattabout the rest of us? You just gonna leave us?!” Dallas shouted, holding his hand out.
“No, Dallas, I said no. I’m tired of-of being the pet! I-I’m tired of bein’ the kid!” He hissed with a surprising amount of venom that even made Dallas flinch. “C'mon, Johnny, puttha blade down, you ain’t gonna hurt me, I’ll tell you that now.” He seemed, almost challenging Johnny. He took a small step forward. “Just-Just get down from there. I’ll take you to the Dairy Queen. That sounds nice, yeah?” The taller greaser smiled, nodding, hoping to convince Johnny somehow not to jump.
Johnny shook his head in response, sighing while he kept looking back. He was pretty close. But was he sure he wanted to do this? He couldn’t bring himself back to life. This was permanent. Dallas inched closer so he was in reaching distance form him. The older greaser reached out slowly, attempting to grab Johnny’s switchblade. “Give it to me, Johnny.” It was as if he were talking to a spooked animal. He had a firm, yet soothing tone. Johnny took another step back, but his foot slid.
He squealed and fell back, and Dallas lunged to grab the smaller boy by his sleeve. He held on to the jean jacket as tight as he could, his pale knuckles growing impossibly whiter. “Damn it, Johnny, don’t move!” He managed to choke out, shocked that he wasn’t sobbing by now. “Give me your hand!” Dallas commanded, holding out his free hand for Johnny to grab. “N-No, Dallas, lemme go-” “Listen you little shit! I-I care about you, you can just.. leave me like this! Now give me your hand!”
Johnny’s heart skipped a beat. Dallas never really shared his feelings, not to mention about someone else, unless it was a girl he ‘liked’ or Sylvia. He had to be telling the truth. Johnny reached up, not dropping his switchblade, and he slit Dallas’ hand by mistake. “Shit! C'mon, kid why’d ya have to do that?! I’m tryin’ to help!” “S-Sorry,” Johnny whimpered, giving the blade to Dally and letting him pull him up. Johnny had never been hugged so tight in his entire life. It felt good.
“I-I thought you were gonna do it kid, I really did.” Dallas cried, actual tears, into the crook of Johnny’s neck. “You had me scared to death, you asshole.” He laughed through the tears, ruffling Johnny’s hair. Johnny was on the verge of crying himself. He thought he was too. “I-I’m sorry.” He stammered, blinking away tears. Too bad some were already streaming down his cheeks. Dallas looked at Johnny, smiling. “Oh God, thank you!” Dallas exasperated while kissing Johnny’s cheek.
ohnny blushed dark crimson, his black eyes growing wide. “S-Sorry, kid… I-I didn’t mean to-” The black-haired greaser cut him off with a gentle kiss on the lips, hoping he wouldn’t get his ass kicked for that later. “About that trip to th-the Dairy Queen…?” “Sure thing, Johnnycakes.”

anonymous asked:

Hey so u wanted anons? Question: do you think mark watney would ever eat potatoes again after mars? If so, under what circumstances?

thanks for the question :) i seriously apologize, this got out of hand. it was only meant to be a quick funny answer to how mark watney would respond to eating potatoes on earth but this came out of it. feel no obligation to read this entire rant, and im sorry but seriously thanks for sending this :) 

yes, mark watney ate potatoes after mars. but only once. it was the year 2075, mark watney had lived far longer than the doctors had expected, but despite that, he could sense that his time was running out. it was that feeling in his bones that he only got one other time and it was all those years ago on mars. and so he packed up a small suitcase, only containing a few things, dropped his dog off with Beck and Johansson’s granddaughter who had completely fallen head over heels for the pup. 

he first drove to Martinez’s house, to bid him goodbye before his trip. Rick was as cheerful as ever, joking around as though everything was normal. but somehow he knew this was it. when he shut the door behind mark, he began to sob uncontrollably.

 mark’s next stop was lewis in the nursing home. he knew it would only be a short visit, lewis in a constant bad mood ever since she moved in, never one to give up her independence easily. mark shuttered as he entered the home, he could almost sense ABBA being played on loop and braced himself for that horror. 

mark then went to visit vogel, laid to rest in the cemetery nearest to johnson space center. mark said a few words, mostly german curses, than laid a bouquet of potato blossoms on the ground, a smile forming, knowing what the chemist would remark if he could see him now. mark also pulled out a single rose for helena. she raised a family while her husband was off saving his sorry ass and he is forever in debt.

last he visits the johansson-becks. still as gross in love as ever. he nearly barfs on the way out, but not before giving johansson a noogie and indian sunburn (as any good fake older brother would do) and trying to force a mars bar (heh) down that health nut’s throat. he just wanted to see beck eat something unhealthy. just once. beck seeing the sorrow in his eyes finally obliged, eating the fucking candy bar. mark grinned. then, the bid his friends farewell and caught a cab to the airport. 

he bought a one way plane ticket for west australia and slept most of the flight. getting off, he found himself in a somewhat familiar place, similar to the one he had cursed for so many years. i guess he did become sentimental for mars in his old age. but only a tiny bit. 

once he got off the plane, he found a bathroom and changed into his spare set of clothes. it involved a tshirt from many years ago, a gift from the team that saved his life, he had never worn. it was just a plain shirt with the album cover of ‘i will survive’ on it, along with a ton of crudely hand drawn potatoes all over it. he felt now, of all times, was the time to wear it. 

mark then rented a car, and he drove far and wide, going from town to town, searching rigorously for a place that exactly fit what he was hoping for. and then he found it. 

there, in the middle of the sandy red desert, stood a stupid, retro sci fi themed restaurant and bar. he pulled up, took a deep breath, and got out as fast as an 81 year old guy who went to mars and back could. he strolled into the nearly desolate restaurant and took a seat at the back. 

a waiter came over and took his order, not even close to recognizing him. mark couldn’t begin to explain how good it was to be invisible again. the only upside to his fierce aging. but to be fair, the kid probably wasn’t even born at the time he was on mars. 

the waiter came back with his food after a few minutes. a cheeseburger which he devoured, a milkshake, which he could hear beck’s health rant as he drank. he was practically licking the plate before he turned to the basket of french fries. they were nothing like the potatoes he could remember, these were the epitome of deep fried, but it was the act of eating them that meant something. he looked around at his audience, which consisted of his waiter, a very lost older couple looking at a paper map probably older than him even, and a couple teenagers making out in the window. 

and there he was. mark watney, space pirate, survivor of the fucking red planet and commander lewis’ disco music, botanist extraordinaire, colonizer of mars, sat in a crummy diner in the middle of west australia, a plate of fries in front of him, and for the first time in just about forty years, he took a bite of a fucking potato. his only thoughts were that it was as wretched as he remembered. 

mark watney died later that evening. nobody really knew why, he just sort of keeled over in the diner the second the potato touched his mouth. martinez and johansson joked about the potato finally killing him, as a way to ease the pain. beck didnt even try to correct them. 

he was buried in the plot next to vogel and his wife, his tombstone basically a replica of the one made so many years before, except this one had been ensured to list ‘space pirate’ as a job title per the deceased’s request. 

lewis was the only one who didnt attend the memorial, but she watched silently from her room. when the ceremony was over, she turned off the tv and went to play one of her records. she reached for dancing queen just to torture his soul one last time, but stopped it mid song and switched it to one that made her think of him every time she heard it- ‘starman’ by david bowie. she couldnt help smiling at the fact that potatoes were the things to save his life, and then *probably* kill him. it was the fate mark watney deserved to have. 

and that was the only time mark watney ate potatoes after he had been rescued from mars

sidenote: im realizing how dark a turn this took im sorry i just killed off mark watney its 2 am please dont judge me 

i meant it to be like ‘mark would only eat them on his death bed’ sorry it kinda ran off in its own direction jeez what happned

Home for the Holidays

Hi @usukdorkfanfics,  I’m your secret santa !! admittedly, i was already kinda nervous to write something for you because I really like your fics! I was also a little worried with just the prompt of “human au”, but I ended up running away with it and got lost lmao ouo;; I hope your Christmas celebrations are going well and you enjoy! C: Merry Christmas!!

Title: Home for the Holidays

Summary: Alfred waits tables and sings on the sidewalks of New York City in his struggle to survive in the heart of such an active town. When he meets Arthur, a well-off lawyer with a bad taste in coffee and a love for restaurant pies, he doesn’t expect to have his most challenging Christmas wish granted, and the potential of something more.

Rating: G

Warnings: None


busk - verb

1. play music or otherwise perform for voluntary donations in the street or in subways.

“the boy made extra money by busking on the streets of New York”

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