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Summary: “Ohana means family. And family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.” Everyone knows that Dan is a Lester and belongs on the family holiday–well, everyone except Dan himself. However, a beautiful seaside walk and a special surprise from Martyn and Cornelia may be just the ammunition he needs to change his mind.

Genre: Pure fluff

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Like 2 swear words but that’s it

A/N: Because we all know there was some soppy convincing needed to get Dan to stay in Florida. Inspired by this ask over @nihilist-toothpaste.
I hope you enjoy!!

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Kiwi: Part Two

A little mini-series based in Jamaica during the writing/recording of Harry’s new album. Enjoy. x

The next day, she woke up at one in the afternoon.

Going off of a full nine hours of sleep, she hopped out of her twin sized bed and brushed her teeth, running a careless hand through her cropped locks and setting off for a jog along the beach.

When she first arrived in Jamaica, she was looking for places to stay on the tourist side of the island. But not only was it easily five times as expensive as living where she was now, it was crowded and loud. The first morning she went for a run she had to stop about seven times to take group pictures and be asked for directions by families of five or more. It wasn’t until she started befriending the locals that she even knew there was a quiet place on the island.

Now, she could go for runs every day and she was rarely ever interrupted. Her life in Jamaica consisted mainly of three things: running, surfing, and working at the bar. The bar was owned by a tall Jamaican man whose nickname was Pipo, and whom she’d met close to when she arrived. She began to frequent it during the lunch shift, and when she did she spoke to Pipo every day about her life back home. One day when he found out that she was unemployed he offered her a job on the spot.

And that was her life. That’s what it had been like for the past month and a half—working to save a little money, but mostly to pass the time. When she wasn’t working she was taking walks on the island and exploring new places, or surfing. It wasn’t a luxurious life by any means, but it was what she needed right now. She needed to get away.

It was all completely predictable, until she stumbled upon Harry last night.

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9 Times…-Chapter X

Aaaand here’s the final installment!
I hope you guys have liked this series as much as I’ve liked writing it <3
Catch up with all the parts here

Title: 9 Times Peter Parker Nearly Said ‘I Love You’ and the 1 Time He Did - Chapter X
Pairing: Peter Parker x reader
Summary: Peter finally gets the guts to tell you his feelings
Word Count: 1,015
Warnings: None
Tagged: @icat8 @pixierox101 @ifoundlove-x0vanessa0x @ginnyweasels @tmrhollandkay

Your name: submit What is this?

               “Look at this one,” Peter laughs, picking up a Polaroid shot of you. “Where was this from?”

           You shrug, taking it from Peter to have a closer look. “Probably when we went on that field trip?”

           He nods, smiling as he sifted through more pictures.

           It was summer break and both of you had survived high school, ready to face the next four years of college. After years of being together, you were finally going to be separated as you went to different schools. Just the thought of it made Peter upset.

           "Peter, look,“ you told him, holding up another picture.

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Originally posted by pledisseventeen

  • meet jeon wonwoo
  • he’s actually a really great artist like his parents got him a lil blank note book with yknow crayons and stuff and he used to go ham on it like all the time
  • as he grew up, it became his outlet to getting thru life bc even as a kid he was pretty intimidating and it wasn’t like he was very outgoing anyway so it affected the way other kids treated him
  • they always shunned him, telling him to go away and often equated him to that kid from the ring when it came out so he just stayed away from people and lived in his own bubble
  • art was a companion that could never shun him
  • however art also became a detrimental coping mechanism so excessively to the point where he was often doodling instead of completing his schoolwork so the only way his teachers could think to get him out of this mindset was reprimanding him for it
  • of course, it had an opposite effect
  • he continued to do as he pleased, becoming a lot more stubborn in the time that he was ostracized by his peers for not finding enjoyment in the same things as them and the older he got, the more this mindset became ingrained in him 
  • no matter what art was an important part of his life and no one was going to take that away from him
  • inevitably, wonwoo found interest in different forms of art from paint to colored pencils
  • but his ultimate favorite art form was graffiti
  • there was a united front about the way other graffiti artists in the ways each of them made their art their own, formulating their own stories without establishing an actual face
  • the artist was who they made themselves out to be. not rumors or stories about a boy who had no friends aside from the paintbrushes held between clenched fingertips 
  • and for him, he became someone more than just that weird looking grudge boy kid
  • he was someone…. he belonged somewhere
  • throughout high school, he developed a persona called jeon. given that’s his last name, he formulated this just for the sake of vaguieness and cuz he couldn’t really think of anything else LOL
  • so jeon is someone who battles his demons with a stare, kinda like medusa but he doesn’t turn them to stone. he turns them into paintings
  • he memorializes them for what they really are- mean people, demons, scary stuff only little kids dream of and for the most part, they become a hit to his graffiti buds and for anyone who is everyone (though those who aren’t in the graffiti community have no actual clue that this cool dude is wonwoo even if they share a surname)
  • this goes on for some time, even into wonwoo’s final year of high school where he’s graduating cuz mingyu, his new bff and only friend, encourages him after he told the older boy how he wanted to go to the city for school and it motivated wonwoo to spread his wings from his small town and wander ya know?
  • around the time when he’s integrating into college life with mingyu and their other friends scoups and vernon, he actually continues jeon throughout seoul city in subtle ways though not many people recognize it
  • anyway, with being in college, his maternal aunt sends her son aka his cousin, jeon jeongguk over just to experience some of the college life. she wanted wonwoo to show the younger jeon how college is beneficial even for misfits like himself (passive aggressive way of going abt it but wonwoo is just like “ok whateves”)
  • although it makes mingyu whiny that they have to lug around a kid who’s only two years younger and just as lanky and tall lol, wonwoo doesn’t mind showing his cousin around the city and letting him touch his stuff and eventually jeongguk discovers wonwoo’s sketchbook snippets of jeon and he gets all “??? what’s this??” finally an interest piqued in their time spent together and wonwoo lets him in on the secret after seeing how into the art his cuzzo is
  • as wonwoo explains the piece, jeongguk is so immersed and interested, he actually gets into the whole bit, wanting to do his own kind of art form bc he’s always enjoyed doodling and well, wonwoo can’t resist so he agrees to teach his cousin the craft
  • they go out to the tunnels near this abandoned train, just spraying around but enjoying themselves as twilight breaks and it’s nearly pitch black (though they have flashlights to help them out), jeongguk makes up a persona called kookie
  • he says he’s kind of like jeon but the art he memorializes highlights the good possibilities, that there’s light in darkness and he turns around those shitty monsters so they can be happy 
  • it’s cute really and wonwoo loves it cuz his cuzzo is happy too
  • unfortunately, there’s a patrol cop on the prowl trying to get his mitts on people like wonwoo and he sees small lights emitting from the tunnels and the two get caught tho wonwoo is quick to shut his light off, shutting guk’s off and telling the younger boy to run until he’s a safe enough distance that wonwoo feels relieved 
  • they decide not to go out for a while, hoping to avoid the same situation they suffered thru
  • but guk’s not done. he has more to add, and well, bc he went alone, he nearly gets caught before he sprints off and calls his cousin in fear and panic bc he doesn’t know what to do and fuck he rlly doesn’t want to go to jail or something 
  • and well, wonwoo can barely register his actions before he goes to the very tunnel and makes it blatantly obvious that he’s the one “defacing” the wall and he gets the blame for “kookie” 
  • he gets put on community service duty, forced to clean up the “vandalism” and set a 700 dollar fine that he knows his family can’t pay
  • of course his family doesn’t want to help, only wishing for him to learn from his mistakes and be an adult so he gets a job at the local convenience store and although he isn’t allowed to talk to jeongguk, his younger cousin feels awful, trying to keep in contact with wonwoo despite having to cut all ties with him
  • and that small convenience store is where you and him meet actually
  • it’s your second year at the university like wonwoo and as part of your work-study program, you decide to take up a position at the nearby convenience store since it’s close to your dorm and you really didn’t want to work at the sporting goods store on campus
  • going there, wonwoo is at the register, looking pretty bored and when he sees you, his eyes go a little wide before he asks if you’re y/n bc he’ll be training you and you agree only flushing a little bc wow he’s pretty cute and holy shit he looks intimidating (well at least until he starts trying to “train” you)
  • to say the least, wonwoo is only a little flustered by you bc holy shit you’re so nice to him
  • you don’t care if he’s too quiet or too shy sometimes and if anything you make it blatantly obvious that you like talking to him and he doesn’t get that at all
  • but bc of this mild confusion from him, it’s a steady burn for you two actually get to know one another but like most burns it’s an ache that soothes the coldest of hearts and it’s exactly that for him
  • you two will talk about your majors and what you like and he gets happy when he hears you gush about art especially pieces that obviously mean something 
  • don’t get even him started when you say you like banksy work and even these subliminal pieces you catch on the street aka his cuz he actually didn’t realize how mini jeon pieces would catch anyone’s eyes and yeah he gets unbelievably happy to see you talk about it with wonder
  • it’s really cute bc your training goes on for two weeks and he’s made it an unconscious effort to walk you to the dorms after closing
  • even afterwards, he still continues to walk you 
  • he can’t explain why even when you ask but it’s something he does and he continues when you make no moves to protest against it and he can’t help but smile to himself abt that
  • for some reason, he can’t get you out of his mind 
  • maybe it’s the nice gestures or the fact that you like his art or something but there’s something about you that gives him this swell of emotion he hasn’t felt since he created jeon tbh
  • you’re so new and different to him and for all the kindness you show him he’s truly grateful 
  • he isn’t sure how to express it tho especially when even talking to you is still new for him so he actually asks his friends for help
  • seungcheol told him to just let you know how he feels 
  • (wonwoo: hell no)
  • vernon: ummm…. idk bro 
  • (wonwoo: (-: thanks…. Bro)
  • (wonwoo: you punk what the-)
  • the ironic part: so, one day when you two are working together and it’s nearly time to go, it actually begins to rain and this moment where he shrugs off his leather jacket and drapes it above your heads as you wait for the rain to cease beneath the thin canopy, you look up at him with those fluttery eyes and his breath just catches in his throat and you glance at his lips, biting at yours with conflict in your eyes and suddenly-
  • you kiss him
  • you just do it after you release your lip
  • and he’s all red in the face trying to make sense of it before you start apologizing and he has to stop you, practically dropping his jacket on you which he apologizes profusely over
  • “d-dammit, i’m sorry god i’m a klutz… that kiss just rlly got to me cuz i wanted to kiss you and you just kissed me and holy shit did i just say that am i still talking why am i still tal-”
  • you hop on your tip toes and peck his lips once more and smile “well i’m glad i kissed you, wonwoo… i rlly like you” 
  • and he’s just in awe like wow YOU LIKE HIM TOO and naturally y’all go out on a date but one insecurity about him that he still hasn’t mentioned to you is the fact that he got busted for graffiti and that’s why he’s at the convenience store
  • he always danced around the subject so now that you two have become even closer, he finds it hard to admit to his crime bc before it never mattered when no one else really mattered to him as much as you do…
  • it really upsets him when that cop who busted him sees him and starts messing with him in front of you on your date together and although you’re confused he actually doesn’t tell you anything about it
  • no phone calls, no texts, and when he calls in sick from work that following weekend, you’re determined to figure out what happened
  • so you hunt down mingyu and ask him where wonwoo is, he tells you where the dorm is bc he knows that you mean a lot to wonwoo if he was that upset abt you knowing why he was working so when you get there you use mingyu’s key and searching for wonwoo who’s hiding in his bed 
  • not that he’s noticed you yet
  • his hair’s a mess and he actually looks paler than usual 
  • you can see in his hands are holding a black leather bound sketch book and he’s doodling away, possibly trying to cope and you sigh
  • when he hears your voice, he freezes up, trying to burrow away in his blankets until you stop him and try to get him to open up to you bc dammit you care so damn much abt him and him trying to push you away will only bring you back trying to smash that damn shell of his harder
  • until finally he relents and tells you abt what happened and you just hug him, telling him to move over and you lay beside and ask why he didnt want you to know that
  • and yeah he’s surprised you’re not condemning him to hell like so many other people have but he can’t help but cling to you as he replies “it’s not the most optimal thing you tell your significant other yknow”
  • you shrug, giving him a squeeze
  • “Well you can tell me anything and i’ll accept you, wonwoo. i promise” 
  • from then, he’s a lot more open with you tbh
  • he’ll show you sketches about jeon and you make him tell you every story he has about those ones just because you love to hear his voice
  • you don’t really mean to be so forceful with him but it takes prompting for him bc he gets so scared that you’ll reject his ideas but when you don’t he gets so confident and happy, he’s like a puppy 
  • on your dates he likes to doodle on napkins and you collect every single one
  • one time he just doodles a mash potato monster and you kept it in a scrapbook with the rest of the doodles and he just giggled at the sight
  • on your anniversary he actually drew an companion for jeon named miss jae. although she wasn’t battling monsters, she helped him with her powers of support and light 
  • as a surprise he actually took you out to a different spot and graffiti’d the two together and it was just the sweetest thing ever 
  • it’s his way of saying “i love you” and even when you complain that you have no super talent like this he still grins and says “yes you do. just say that and i’m all yours” 
  • (he’s a closet greaseball y’all)
  • the rest of the boys were rlly happy to see how happy you made wonwoo, even inviting you to one of their shows where you discovered yet another talent of his 
  • and you couldn’t help but gush about him bc of it
  • sometimes to people at the store, to his friends, to his mom (who loves you btw), and basically anyone who listens 
  • even when he’s begging you to stop with pink cheeks, you just grin up at him and say “no way. you’re amazing and everyone should know it. EVERYONE”
  • those are the times he likes to shut you up with a kiss 
J is for Jeep

A/N: Hello everyone! I’m back with my entry for @simons-thirst-squad‘s ABC Challenge! This is my first time writing a fic with Simon as the main character, and he’s getting quite frisky with the reader in his Jeep. No plot here folks, only smut. ;)

Words: 1831

Warnings: Smut, semi-public, Jeep sex, oral sex, Simon’s muscles.

Originally posted by natedrkes

You found yourself being jolted awake to the sound of the car door opening. Even with your blurred gaze from the sleep seeds in your eyes, you recognized the figure that hoisted himself into the driver’s seat next to you in the inky darkness of the night. Simon gave you a lopsided grin as he looked down at you, curled up into a ball with your face pressed against the glass of the passenger’s side door.

“Morning sleepyhead,” he chuckled as he reached over and gripped your thigh, playfully shaking your leg to wake you up.

You stifled a laugh and swatted his hand away. You were never good at staying awake during all-nighter runs. Thankfully, being Simon’s girlfriend gave you a few perks, one being that he let you sleep in his mammoth sized Jeep until the crew set out again in the morning.

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I’m so sorry for the wait on this request and I am also sorry if the story sounds redondant! A lot of people already wrote a story based on what happened to Kim K. in Paris and it is really hard to do something different. I hope you like it though xx

Warning : No hate towards Paris, I mean I’m legit french so why whould I send hate to my country ya know !

“Goodnight, guys! I’ll see you tomorrow.” Y/N waved at the small group of french fans that had showed up in front of her hotel. She climbed up the stairs tiredly, followed by her bodyguard. “I love Paris. They’re really nice, aren’t they?” She stated, letting out a content sigh. “Yeah, they actually are.” Hey bodyguard replied, sending a smile. “I’ll join you upstairs, I’ll go and check the lobby.” He stated, before walking back downstairs, leaving Y/N alone.

Having a bodyguard following every single of your steps wasn’t common but when you had about 10 million followers on social media and had some numbers one singles all around the world, it was pretty much necessary. And Y/N had had the change of knowing her bodyguard, Dave, for a long while as they were long time friends. Y/N was on a trip to Paris for the weekend to promote her latest single and she had always been amazed by the beauty of this city and the kindness of its people.

After giving a little private show for a famous radio, she had spent a few minutes with her fans standing outside of her hotel before climbing to get some rest. The first day of her trip had been amazing so far.

Once she had found her room number, she was about to walk in when she noticed that the door was opened. Nerves suddenly flashed her body as she gently pushed the door , allowing her to step inside and as soon as she did, she felt her heart flinch. And she was now left motionless by fear. A gun was pointed to her head. Too men stood there, black hoods over their heads, hiding their identity. “Give us what you got.” One of the men said, his accent barely understandable and Y/N glanced down to her finger. The sight of the sliver ring blurred by her tears. Without even thinking, she slid the ring on her finger and within a second, on e of the men had it in his hands and in a bag where she could catch a glimpse of a few of her belongings. She knew she should have screamed for her life but fear had caught up on her and she was paralyzed.

“Hey!” She jumped at the sound of Dave calling out after them and the men quickly ran off. Her bodyguard tried to run after them but they were too fast and before anyone could understand what had just happened, they were already far gone.

“Oh my god, Y/N are you okay? Did they hurt you?” Dave rambled, a hint of panic in his voice as he gripped onto her arms carefully. And despite the worried stare of her friend on her, she couldn’t was speechless. Y/N shrugged him off before walking to the couch and sitting down on it slowly, taking a moment to register the actions, feeling the coldness of the gun on her forehead all over again and she was suddenly hit by a wave panic as her breathing became less and less easy for her. Dave sat down next to her, phone pressed against his ear as he was calling the police but Y/N didn’t care about them, she needed to talk to him.

A couple of minutes later, the police was already around the room, checking everything as they had put a blanket over Y/N’s shoulders, as if it was going to change anything. “Call him.” Y/N ordered as her eyes finally moved from the floor to look up to her friend. And it didn’t took long for Dave to understand. He pulled out his phone and dialled the number that he knew all too well.

“Hey. Something happened. Her room got robbed. Yes, she’s right here. No, Joe, just calm do-” Dave spoke, replying to Joe on the other side of the phone and the tears were now unstoppable from Y/N’s cheeks as she was still shaking from horror. She could her the voice of her lover raising in volume as Dave explained what had happened. Y/N reached out of the phone, exchanging a look with Dave before grabbing the phone and bringing to her ear, doing her best to stay calm.

“Love, are you okay? What happened?” Her boyfriend asked, anger evident in his voice as she let out a sigh. “They put a fucking gun to my head. I’m terrified, Joe. I need you.” Y/N rambled as she felt as if she couldn’t stop talking now that she had heard his voice. “Shhh, baby please just take a deep breath and focus on my voice, alright?” Joe ordered, his voice calmer as he was trying to sooth her down and Y/N nodded, forgetting that it was technically impossible for him to see her since he was in England. She took in a deep breath, just as told and listened to her lover’s words. “I just booked the first flight that I could get, I’ll be there in about 3 hours. Love, please just try to stay calm, It won’t take long for me to get here, I promise. I love you, alright.” Joe said, speaking slowly as he was about to get out of their shared house and drive to the airport. “I love you too.” Y/N replied, barely above a whisper as she smiled to herself at the thought of simply wrapping her arms around him.

And Joe was right. A few hours later, he was now in Paris, walking through the dark streets as it was late. And it didn’t took long for him to find the hotel and quickly climb up the stairs to the floor where her room was.

“I’m her boyfriend just let me in!” Joe exclaimed, anger running through his veins as the french policemen wouldn’t let him in, barely understanding what he was saying. Y/N stood up at the sound of the voice and stepped out of the room, where her eyes fell on him and without hesitating, she closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him as if he was about to fly away. “I’m here, Y/N. I’m not going anywhere now.” Joe whispered in her ear as he dropping soft kisses along her neck, running his fingers through her hair, not even paying attention the people watching him. “I want to go home.” Y/N stated, as she buried her head into the crock of his neck, inhaling his reassuring scent. “Tomorrow, don’t worry. We’ll cancel everything. Your safety is what matters the most.” Joe admitted after they had pulled away, brushing his fingers against her cheek his blue eyes staring deeply into hers.

And this time he was able to see the nod that she gave him as Joe pressed a soft kiss on her lips, before Dave got in charge of giving them another room in another hotel, closer to the airport so they would be able to go home as soon as they could.

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I am desperate for the Zelink Mafia AU update! Please share their first kiss and/or confession with us!

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“That dress looks beautiful on you!” Paya cooed, clasping her hands together while Zelda twisted in front of the mirror in the dressing room.

“You really think so?” Zelda calmly assessed the fine details of the white gown she wore. The gold accents glinted in the harsh light of the department store they were in, but only served to make the dress shimmer as she spun around. “I feel as though it could potentially be too revealing for my father’s tastes…”

“No, not at all! It fits you perfectly.” Paya grinned at her friend. They were in the middle of shopping for a dress for a wedding that was to be held at Zelda’s father’s house. It was for one of his men, and it was supposed to be a huge affair.

Parties always exhausted her.

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ok but imagine

Yurio is FaceTiming Georgi and picking out his eyeshadow when he suddenly sees his face in the magnifying mirror and jumps back and screams.
And Georgi’s freaking out bc one second they’re having a pleasurable conversation about Urban Decay Eyeshadow and the next second later yurio is backed up against the bathroom wall hands pressed out beside him and screaming.
Yuri what’s going on? Why are you upset? Yuri?!?

And yurio just screams louder and shakes his head wildly and then Viktor and Yuuri come running in (yuri, whats wrong? Why do the walls keep shaking?); and yuri just keeps on screaming and pointing at his reflection in the mirror and doesn’t stop till Otabek skids in, worried and slightly confused but the blonde boy is just so happy to see him he doesn’t even notice the man’s half dressed for the Exhibition and is almost knocked off his feet by the tiny Russian who collapses onto him and groans into his half bare chest, not even half registering his actions and the steady, warm, very defined chest below his hands.

Beka. he groans. I have a pimple.

I think that on this site there’s a lot of correlating toxic relationships with abusive ones even though they are completely different things all together.

A toxic relationship is a relationship that is not healthy, but there is no intent of malice originally present. This is usually a direct result of miscommunication between partners, and toxic behaviors can be exchanged equally between the people involved and/or be dealt out by one person who is not aware they are acting toxic. Of course, you can hear and use the phrase “Ugh, that relationship is so toxic” because toxic relationships are not good, period, but for the most part they can be fixed once the people involved work things out between them or figure out what went wrong so that they can learn to not do it again in the future. (Keep in mind that ‘work things out’ does NOT always mean stay together, but that it can usually be settled rationally.)

An abusive relationship is one where toxic shit happens on purpose. One or both of the partners deliberatly chooses to inflict harm on their partner, through phsyical or emotional violence, simply because they wish to harm them or because they want to keep them in line. Abusive relationships are NOT OKAY and are not usually settled rationally, as an abuser wants to keep their victem under control and usually doesn’t want them to leave them. There’s little to no actual harm being reflected back at the abuser that they actually register; they see actions against them as insubordinance and react by inflicting more punishment. Usually, they know that what they’re doing is bad or have a faint grasp of understanding that their actions are morally wrong, but feel justified doing them anyways. Abusive relationships tend to have a very clear power imbalence and, though they can be interesting to watch in media, should not be painted as merely toxic or gifted with a redemption arc. Toxic relationships are bad; abusive relationships are very very very bad and are absoloutly not okay.

There’s also the fact that many people seem to view certain behaviors in a relationship as immidiatly toxic/abusive and bad even though they’ve rarely been repeated and the people involved in the relationship are relatively stable otherwise. That is NORMAL. People in real life make mistakes, they screw up, it’s okay. As long as the behavior is not perpetuated and is settled peacefully, then that’s still a healthy relationship. Some of it may be aspects of a person’s personality- maybe they’re a trauma survivor and are clingy because of it but are trying to get better, maybe they’re just live rougher lives and see certain behaviors as normal and okay even though we don’t- it’s not that big of a deal. As long as distress between partners isn’t a thing or it’s abolished relatively quickly, then it’s not a problem.

You will never have a relationship that is 100% perfect. But there’s a very clear difference between relationships that are normal, relationships that are bad but could get better, and relationships that are 100% abusive. The distinction between them is very important.

Greenhouse (Leonard Snart x Reader) - Fluff/AU

AU - this takes place in an alternate universe…

Aside from his sister Lisa and partner Mick, you were the only other person Leonard cared for. He promised he would come back for you, after his trip to the future with Team Legend; but, it’s been years and you were starting to lose hope…



Everything was cold.

Pulling the thick wool-padded coat closer to yourself, you closed your eyes and inhaled the scent of powdered snow and cigarette smoke. It was nostalgic, a mixture of comfort and intoxication that reminded you of your boyfriend, Leonard Snart.

Two years ago, Leonard had decidedly gone off on an adventure with his best friend, Mick Rory, to save the world from a psychotic, time-travelling tyrant and possible armageddon. Quite easily, it was the most dangerous gig that he’s ever been offered.

And it worried you.

Though he knew the risk associated with his mission - including the unnaturally high probability of death - Leonard still agreed. He didn’t really tell you why; nor, did he comment much on the matter, aside from, “I’ll be back…”

And so, without much of a choice, you had to stay faithful and pray that your love would return safe to your arms.

Leaning back on the wooden bench - the special one that Leonard had stolen from Central City Park for you - you looked around the small greenhouse and admired its scenery. 

God, I miss Leonard, you thought, the sense of yearning deeply embedded in your heart. And I bet he misses this place too…

This greenhouse was your secret spot, your sanctuary.

It was a safe place where you and Leonard went on dates, watched movies and cuddled on the ground while he was on the run from the law.

Although small, the greenhouse sheltered a number of flower beds. Most of the garden was composed of Sweet Alyssums; but, there were a select few of Winter Pinks and Honeyworts - all of which flourished in cold temperatures.

Behind you, the door creaked open.

The sound of shoes clopping against the stone pavement resounded in the small planthouse and stopped behind you. Although they didn’t speak a word to you, you had no doubt as to whose identity it was.

You smiled gently.

“Hey, Lisa,” you greeted your boyfriend’s younger sister, refusing to meet her gaze. “I know you hate it when I say this, but you really should knock before coming in…”

“Well, you really should lock the door,” they drawled. “Don’t you know it’s not safe to be out here alone?”

Your heart stopped.

You knew that deep, gruff voice anywhere. Ten years could’ve passed and you still could’ve recognized it amongst others.

Eyes wide, you immediately spun around.

There, standing inches away from you, was Leonard. With his short, cropped hair, steely gaze and  five o’clock shadow, he looked as if he hadn’t aged a day.

Quite shakily, you stood up from your seat. 

“Leonard…” you whispered. 

A bittersweet smile tugged on his lips.

“__________,” he nodded, making his way around the bench in a lackadaisical manner. “Long time no see…”

A cross of happiness and anxiety stirred in your stomach, and you couldn’t help but feel sick.

For many nights, you have thought about this moment - what you would say, what you would do to Leonard - once he had returned home from his mission; yet, with your mouth opening and closing like a muddle-minded fish, you found it difficult to form a coherent sentence or thought.

With shaking fingers, you slowly extended your hands to him and grasped the sleeve of his shirt. Multiple times, you released and tightened your grip - testing to see that he was actually there.

That he wasn’t a simple illusion that could be blown away by the wind or erased in a blink of an eye.

“Leonard…” you repeated once more, completely breathless. “You’re finally back…”

“Of course, I’m back,” he drawled in his naturally sarcastic, it’s-so-obvious tone. “I did make you a promise…”

He took a step forward and snaked a confident, secure arm around your waist, pulling you close. Standing several inches above, he forced you to look up at him

“…And if you remember correctly,” he dipped down and rested his face on the side of your neck, letting the short whiskers of his beard graze against you. “…I keep my promises…”

You breathed. “I know…”

With those final words, Leonard forcibly slipped his tongue inside your mouth, barely giving you a moment to register his actions. He was needy and demanding, exploring every nook and cranny that your mouth had to offer, claiming you as his own.

And though he knew there was little he could do about the time lost in the past two years, Leonard would make sure he would create new memories and celebrate the new future he had secured for you both.

Mingyu - Paparazzi Run

Pairing - Mingyu x Reader 

Type - Humour 

Warning - none


Originally posted by hanwooz

You squinted your eyes in full concentration and bit your lip unconsciously. The huge ball that you balanced between three of your fingers was getting heavier by the second but you wanted to get the shot right. If you got this one, you’d beat the boys by three points.

Jungkook, BamBam, Lisa, Yugeom, and Mingyu sat not far behind you on your hired booth, bitting their nails in anticipation. The whole 97 liner group couldn’t make it but you somehow had managed to get the others to leave their dorms and have fun. And nothing was better than bowling.

The whole industry was aware of how close the 97 liners, from various idol groups, were. Consequently, the dating rumours followed but you guys spent time regardless.

You took a deep breath and took your stance. You were about swing the ball along its desired path but you heard a familiar clicking sound that made abruptly stop. Your body stiffened as you stood up straighter. For a second, you were worried that they would get what they wanted but when a devious idea popped in your head, you giggled evilly.

“Yah what happened,” Yugeom asked worriedly.

He stood up but when he took a step towards you, you turned on your heels, a smirk plastered on your face. Your expression was enough for BamBam to understand the situation. He smiled sneakily as he grabbed everyone’s shoes and walked calmly to the exit. The both of you being the most mischievous ones in the group, didn’t need more than facial expressions to know what was going on other’ mind.

“What? I’m lost. What did he just leave like that?” Jungkook asked, clearly confused by the sudden turn of events.

“You guys trust me right?” you asked sweetly, all the way, the clicking sounds grew in number. You could see the crouching figures from your peripheral vision.

“I swear to god not again,” Yugeom huffed, rolled his eyes but grabbed his things nonetheless. While Lisa huffed but smiled nevertheless. She wasn’t much of a talker but you made it a point to ramble enough for the both of you.

“What do they know that we don’t?” Mingyu questioned.

“I need you to run,” you said, “run as fast as you can.”

“What?” Mingyu and Jungkook said at the same time.

“We’re going to give them a run for the all the pictures they take,” you stated. Lisa, quite familiar with your unwise antics, grabbed your bag along with her belongings. BamBam andYugeom were quite used to your careless behaviour since you guys worked for the same company while Lisa and yourself were friends ever since she moved to Seoul.

“On three okay?”

“What-what on three? Jungkook do you know what’s happening?” Mingyu said helplessly. Poor Jungkook didn’t know either as he shrugged in response to his friend but gestured for him to follow.  

“Three. T-One! Run, run, run!” you yelled as you whizzed past your friends.

You looked behind as you saw your friends follow you and well, the uninvited guests as well. The cold breeze made you shiver but it balanced out with the adrenalin coursing through your veins. You could hear the paparazzi yell at each other as they tried their best to get the shots for their “juicy articles” but taking those ‘shots’ while running proved to be difficult.

You laughed triumphantly. You even heard your friends snicker. But your happiness was short lived as the group of you reached a set of crossroads. You panicked as you saw everyone spilt up and the paparazzi followed, clearly not giving up.

Just then you felt a large, soft hand slip into yours and pulled you into a small alley. The two of you stopped, hands on your knees as you tried to catch your breaths.

“That was- so genius and fun,” his deep voice reached your ears. You looked up to find Mingyu’s soft gaze on you. Your breath hitched yet again but you smiled through it.

An awkward silence stretched between you two as you took this time to fully appreciate his features. His warm brown eyes, his long nose, his cute smile which showed his canine teeth prominently.

Your heart was hammering so hard against your chest that you hoped he couldn’t hear it. You gulped and looked down in embarrassment as you realised you had been staring for tok long. You had never been alone with him before. It was either with the whole group or not at all, except the occasional texts.

Mingyu couldn’t help but smile when he noticed how you got so flustered. He had noticed this quite a few times. Every time he mustered up the courage to talk to you, you would either run away, not before giving the same old i-have-to-go-for-my-performance excuse. He never got angry though. He would always laugh it off. He would find your shyness very endearing. It surprised him how you could be so bold and reckless in front of others and then a nervous mess before him.

With newfound confidence, he took a step towards you which earned him a sharp intake of breath but you didn’t move away. Neither of you registered his following actions. He slowly took your face in his palms.

You swore your heart was not going to survive any of this. If it wasn’t for his strong hold on you, you surely would’ve melted in a flustered mess. He was just going to go for it but a loud shriek made the pair jump apart from each other.

“You guys ar- wait what were you two doing?” BamBam asked, suspicion and curiosity getting the best of him. He raised his eyebrows but smirked when he saw red blush spread across each of your cheeks.

“N-Nothing there was j-just something on her cheek. I was helping her rub it off..” Mingyu trailed off but quickly grabbed your arm and tilt your head with his hands, his fingers brushed your cheek as he pretended to flick something off from cheek. Your widened eyes, although spoke of another story which BamBam instantly picked up on.

“Right,” the latter drawled as he tried to stifle his laughter, “okay whatever, come quick everyone is waiting.”

Mingyu and you sighed in relief when he left. “You little shit, he knows now!” you exclaimed, repeatedly punching Mingyu’s arm.

“Knows what? I didn’t do anything,” Mingyu said cheekily, a smirk taking over his features as he followed BamBam, leaving you gaping at his words.

“Mingyu!” you yelled after him, mentally cursing yourself for being so obvious. 

Also, I know this isn’t one of my best works. This isn’t edited either. I’m so sorry for the shitty ending. Anyway, requests are open so feel free to ask anything!

So I started this little thing a month or so ago, but I just have no idea where to take it, so I am offering it up to al my Tasertricks friends if they want to continue it, be inspired by it or whatever. :) @soothsayerstale @concavepatterns @howdidthisevenhappenanyway and anyone else interested…

<i>I wonder if you care,
I wonder if you still remember,
Once upon a time,
In your wildest dreams.</i>

~The Moody Blues~

Exhausted from all the science Jane, Dr. Banner and Stark got into, Darcy Lewis quickly showered, brushed her teeth and slipped on a pair of panties and oversized t-shirt. Crawling between freshly washed sheets, she settled herself quickly with a sigh and closed her eyes.  Tomorrow Team Study Everything would keep her hopping once again, and Lab Assistant Lewis needed all the energy she could get to keep them in line, focused, and fed.  Tonight she just wanted to sleep.


When Darcy woke it was to the feel of a soft blanket beneath her, the smell of fresh grass, and the warmth of the sun.  Blinking her eyes against the light she sat up only to realize she was now wearing a green sundress stitched together with golden thread.  With one hand she smoothed down the dress, while taking in her surroundings.

“What the…” she muttered as the meadow around her seemed impossibly beautiful and odd and familiar all once.

Darcy stood, noting a large shade tree a small ways from her.  For a moment she stilled, then memories came rushing back to her. She’d been here before.  So many times.  She knew this meadow, that tree, and the green of her dress.  

This was the place where she dreamed of a god named Loki.

Sometime after her eighteenth birthday she began to dream of him.  At first it was longing glances and sighs.  Visions that lasted mere minutes.  As months passed, Darcy and Loki became closer and the attraction between them clearer.  He’d kissed her for the first time beneath that same tree and she remembered clearly how the world spin off its axis.  

Eventually her dreams with Loki developed into so much more than friendship.  There were secrets shared, kisses exchanged and touches that left her aching and unfulfilled upon waking.  And then one day, he was gone.  The dreams stopped and Darcy never felt more cold and alone than she did in the months that followed.

She thought about him even now, almost two years after the last time she saw him.  She wondered daily if he was okay, wondered even more if he was real.

As if conjured by her thoughts, a blueish light appeared beneath tree.   The shape of a man began to form and she knew it was him by the tilt of his head as looked at her.  Before she could register her actions Darcy ran and threw herself at him, wrapping her legs about his waist and her arms around his neck.

He held her tightly, shifting from his armor into clothing more suitable for this meeting.  Darcy raised her head to look at him.  He was exactly as she remembered, almost a full head taller than her, with black hair, devilish green eyes and killer cheekbones.  His long, lean body felt like home.

“Loki! What the hell?” she questioned, lifting her head to look in his eyes.

The smile he gave her was genuine in its affection though there were telltale signs of stress and exhaustion around his eyes.  

“I am sorry for disappearing, Darcy,” he replied quietly, though he offered no explanation for why these shared dreams stopped over a year ago.  “It was not by choice, I assure you.

Darcy loosened her hold and he let her slide down him slowly until her feet were on the ground.  She hitched her breath, feeling the swell of arousal pressing against her belly.  In dreams prior he’d made no secret about wanting her but it never went further than heated kisses and heavy petting.  But this felt weirdly real and more intense than ever before.

Heat flared between them and Loki raised shaking hands to frame her face.  “You are as beautiful as I remember,” he whispered before lowering his head and claiming her mouth.

Like She’s Mine (part nine) - Stiles Stilinski

this part is a little different.  it’s a montage of the next year everyone spends together.  it’s a lil collab with my boo and the star of the story @celestial-writing

warnings: swearing + quite an abundance of angst

Over the course of time, life seemed to get more into a schedule.  Allison began to stay at Scott’s more and more, and Stiles seemed to find permanent residence in the couch.  Madi seemed to enjoy his presence, and I myself wasn’t going to start complimenting either.

I started working at Lou’s Flower Shop again, back to my basics.  Taking inventory, helping customers, restocking.  Nothing too difficult.  Allison usually picked up the same shifts as me anyways, so it wasn’t bad at all.  Being paid for mostly sitting around and talking to my best friend? Yeah no problems here.  Madi usually stayed at the apartment with Stiles, he’s been taking night classes rather afternoon ones to work with our schedules.

Most days I would get home as he’s walking out the door.  I’d make dinner for myself and something soft for Madi.  We’d eat and I’d take her for a bath.  Then it was bedtime for her and downtime for me.  Normally I’d just sit in the sofa, watching tv or reading a book.  Stiles would return around ten o'clock and if sleepily tell him goodnight and thank you for watching her today.  Then I’d get the blankets for him and usually tuck him in.  Sometimes I was on the border of passing out, and he’d tell me that he could do it himself.  But I think most of the time he really did like it.  It was nothing special really, I pull the blankets over him, kiss is head, and say ‘sweet dreams’.  Nothing to crazy there.  But it always left him smiling.

The weekends were the best, because we’d just lay around in our pajamas and watch tv.  Usually one of us would fall asleep.  When I did, I would wake up to find the blankets wrapped around me, and my head on the armrest and legs strewn across Stiles’ lap.  It was a comfortable position.  When he fell asleep his head either landed in my shoulder or plopped on my lap.  But when it was my shoulder I maneuvered him down to lie on my lap because that was more comfortable.  I’d run my fingers through his hair gently or draw patterns on his arm and back.  The only rules were that you couldn’t purposely wake the other, and the one who didn’t pass out has to make sure Madi is okay.

When the summer came back to us and Stiles had finished school, we became less tired and our schedules weren’t so tight and hectic.  I still had the same amount of shifts at Lou’s. I worked four days out of the week, for six hours.  Allison worked three of those days at the same time.  But with her Scott and Stiles being out of school, and with Lydia being back at Beacon Hills for the summer, we managed a pretty easy babysitting crew.  Sundays were our best days.  We all got breakfast together, either eating out or at someone’s place.  We talked and chilled around, Stiles and Allison fought over Madi while Lydia complained about going to a far away school, as always.  Scott didn’t talk a lot about UC Davis, at least not with us.  Allison’s told me before that he was doing very well and enjoyed it, which was good.  As for me, online college was pretty breezy… I almost felt like a slacker.

“y/n, you’re not a slacker” Allison sighed as I confessed the feeling to her.

“You guys are all going to school, waking up early or getting back late like Stiles, you all work so hard and I feel like I just… don’t”

“So?” Allison replied, quirking a brow as she ate some protein bar that looked like it needed a heap of sugar or chocolate chips packed in it.  “y/n, you work so hard.  You’re managing having a job, taking those courses, watching Madi, and I’m sure having Stiles around to take care of is a pain in the ass”

“I am not!” Stiles called from the kitchen.  “Some nights I do the grocery shopping!”

“So that’s why I never see any fruits around here” Allison muttered.

“I heard that!”

“Anyways, hon, you are a wonderful mother, student, and coworker.  I aspire to multitask like you” I smiled at Allison’s kind words, and the feeling disappeared.

For the fourth of July that summer, the gang and I took Madi to see fireworks for the first time.  There was a small show at the Preserve.  The kind of thing where you bring a big blanket and snacks, then sit and cheer for the bright explosions.  I was nervous because I wasn’t sure how she was going to react.  They were loud, and I remember being younger how I was afraid of them.  She’s only a year and a half of age, would they be scary or pretty to her?

Scott and Allison laid out the blanket on a nice empty patch of grass while Lydia handed out snacks and drinks.  No worries. Only waters and sodas.  On out Sunday nights together after Madi was a sleep we’d pass around glasses and a bottle of wine, but not usually while my daughter was awake and in the room.  Just in case.

“Hey Stiles?” I asked softly as I held Madi at my hip.  He turned to look at me, smiling and playing around with her.

“What’s up buttercup?”

“Do you think she’ll like them? The fireworks?” I asked trying to keep my voice down,  i didn’t want a big fuss.  Stiles pursed his lips as he thought of an answer and my brows cinched together.

“Well, let’s just say if she doesn’t and starts to cry I can just take her back to the jeep and calm her down away from all of the excitement” I smiled lightly at that and nodded.

“Thanks” i told him and he nodded.

“Come on kiddos pick a spot” Scott called.  He was sitting on the end, Allison next to him, and Lydia next to her.  They all had their own bag of chips and a soda can.  Lydia was huge on party planning.  I sat next to the strawberry blonde, stretching my legs out and letting Madi sit between them.  As we waited she spent most of her time tracing the floral designs on the blanket.  Stiles was sat next to me, on the other end of the blanket and here and there one of us would move slightly and our arms would brush together.  Being the cheesy person I am it would send sparks through my whole body and goosebumps would raise.  But I hid it by playing with Madi and distracting myself.  If I was lucky, I wasn’t blushing.

I fucking was of course.

The fireworks show went as perfectly as it could.  Madi stared up at them, and made quiet ‘oohs’ and ‘ahs’ as she pointed to the colors.  She’d yell “mama mama!” Getting my attention even though I was already contently watching them.

“They’re pretty aren’t they?” I’d ask, ruffling her short and soft strands of hair.  She’d just giggle and clap her hands, then go back o staring.  This cycled the whole night.  

But minutes ticked by and I grew more and more fatigued.  Stiles said something to me that I didn’t quite catch, so I leaned over to hear him better.  My head bumped his shoulder.  Maybe I was too lazy to move, or too out of it to register my own actions, but I nuzzled against him and shut my eyes, letting my head stay there on him.  He just smiled a little and rubbed my back as I rested there.  I didn’t open my eyes until I felt a small body crawl over me.  I peered down seeing Madi making her way onto Stiles’ legs instead.  I don’t think he knew I saw this, perhaps he figured I was sleeping.  He was caressing her head, her back her arms, and I watched her as she fell asleep against him.

When the show was over and empty bags discarded, I heard a whispered exchange of words.  Lydia took Madi from Stiles, cradling her to keep her asleep, and Stiles slid his arms around me.  I groaned when I was lifted, and he laughed quietly.  I didn’t want him to know I was awake, so i let him carry me back to the parking lot and set me in the Jeep.  I fell asleep on the way home that night, and when I woke up in the morning I was in my own bed again.

When Lydia left to go back to school, we all went out to eat for dinner, somewhere nice, and the Sheriff offered to watch Madi for the night.  Stiles drove me over with her, both of us dressed up for dinner.

“There’s my favorite kiddo!” Noah said as he opened the door.

“Thanks Da-” The man took Madison from my arms, and Stiles shut his mouth.  I giggled softly.  

“Oh, you thought I was talking about Madi?” Stiles’ features lifted.

“I knew you wouldn’t forget me pops-”

“y/n, the kid I never had come in I haven’t seen you in a while” I laughed again as Stiles

mouth dropped open.  Noah and I talked about how work is, how the summer’s going, and when it was time to leave, Stiles spoke before I could.

“She bathes at seven thirty, and needs to be in bed by eight.  If she won’t sleep, she likes the moonlight and there’s two stuffed animals in her bag that she has to sleep with.  One blanket usually does the trick, but put the other in there just in case.  Also reading to her sometimes helps, or talking at all she likes hearing people talk” Noah nodded, looking to me with a slight smile as I tried to stop my overworking head.

“Glad the mother isn’t the only one who knows all the tricks” Was all he said.  My cheeks flushed.  “I raised you Stiles, I think I can handle pretty much anything” I laughed again and tugged on Stiles’ sleeve before he could say something witty.

“Thanks again Sheriff” I said as we went back to the doorway.

“Its Noah.  Anytime y/n” I smiled and waved goodbye.

“Bye Madi, be good for Mr Stilinski okay?” I said, and Stiles kept playing with her I had to rag him out of the door.

“I can’t believe my own father likes you more than me”

Soon enough we were back to our busy schedules.  Though now we were masters at it.  December rolled around and the whole apartment was decorated.  Allison and I had put lights all around the ceiling, which were always on.  She’d gotten a small fake tree that we all decorated.  There was mostly just baby stuff, bottles and dolls, with ‘Baby’s First Christmas’ on them.  But there was other normal ornaments like snowmen and reindeer.

Christmas Eve everyone came over and we watched all the Christmas classics.  Rudolph, Frosty, The Drummer Boy, they were playing on a constant loop on the television.  Scott and Allison were curled up in the recliner, Lydia on one end of the sofa, and Stiles Madi and I on the other end.  I sat next to the armrest, with Stiles so close Madi sat half on my lap and half on his.  When the tv finally was shut off, Allison Scott and Lydia exchanged their goodbye and merry Christmases before heading out into the abnormally cold night.  After I’d put Madi to bed, telling her a Christmas story that I proudly knew by heart, I went back to the living room to find Stiles laying on the couch.  He let out a groan as he rolled over.

“Stiles..” he looked up to me.  “Why don’t you come stay with me tonight?” His brows raised slightly.

“I’m fine out here-”

“No you’re not your back had been terrible to you on that couch”

“No it’s not-”

“Stiles I know it is” I sighed.  “Just come stay in bed with me tonight.  Besides, it’s Christmas what kind of friend would I be if I made you stay there” He seemed to think about it, and I jerked my head slightly.  “Come on” I said softly, and after that he slid off the couch, following me to my room.  Strangely enough, he’d only been in here a few times.  But I wasn’t often in it as I used to be.  I was usually in the living room or kitchen with him.  I got into the blankets, and he walked around to the other side of the bed.  I patted on the mattress, seeing his hesitation.

“You really don’t mind?” I shook my head, and slowly but surely, he laid next to me.  It was quiet for a bit, and I just watched him fiddle with the hem of the blanket.  “You’re sure-”

“Yes, Stiles, it’s fine” I said, closing my eyes for a moment.  When I opened them he was staring at me,  seemingly shamelessly.  “If you ask one more time-”

“Merry Christmas” I broke into a smile, rolling over to check the clock.  And it was indeed, midnight.  My grin only grew as I looked back to him.

“Do you want your present?” I asked in an excited whisper.

“Now?” I nodded, biting my lip and sitting up on the bed.  “It’s gonna make the others mad I did mine first-” I shook my head.

“No this one’s separate” I said.  “I’ll go get it” I added before speeding out of the room.  I got it from it’s hidden spot in the vegetable cabinet, I knew he’d never find it there.  When i came back in the room, he sat up, pulling the blankets back.  “Here” I said, handing it to him.  “Open it” He took the small wrapped box from my hands, and I anxiously pushed my hair behind my ear.  Stiles opened up the paper, revealing a plain cardboard box.

“You sure it’s okay I do this now?”

“Yeah go on then” I urged, and he lifted the lid.  His eyes widened, and he looked up to me with parted lips.  I couldn’t bite back my smile anymore and I held my hands tightly together.  “Do you like it?” He answered by reaching forward and hugging me tightly.  The key that matched my key ring falling onto the blankets.  The key with the number 88 painted in blue nail polish on it.  The key to my apartment.

“Yeah, yeah I like it” He said, pulling away from me and picking it up.  I grinned a smile of flattery, and again he hugged me.  “I like it a lot”

I woke up to him poking my nose and when I finally mustered the willpower to open my eyes, he had that foolish smile on his face.  Instantly I realized both of my hands were pressed against his chest.

“It’s Christmas”

Madi’s second birthday went much more smoother than her first.  Lydia couldn’t make it down for her party this year, but she sent a present in the mail.  I made the cake at home this time, not wanting to go through the chaos at the bakery all over again.  But apparently making my own cake brought it’s own craziness.

“STILES!” I screamed when I slipped on flour that might’ve spilled to the floor.  He came rushing in, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh at me.

“Alright come on chef” He said, and held out his hands, pulling me up.  “We got a cake to make, I’ll help”

“I don’t need help I’ve got this-”

“You clearly need help.  Now what next?”

The next ten minutes was us bumping into each other as we poured ingredients into the bowl.

“Stiles! You got sugar all over m-” I sneezed halfway through scolding him.  He laughed, coughing as he breathed in the flying powder.  “Oh my god it’s all over your hair” I put my hands over my mouth, suppressing giggles.

“I can’t believe you!” He smashed an egg into my chest.  Luckily I was wearing an old tee shirt.  But I gasped and gave him an angry look.  Fear crossed his face the second before I throw a handful of flour at him.  I reached for another handful, but he wildly held his hands out.  “TRUCE!” He begged, and I smiled wickedly.  

“Or what?” Panic crossed his features, but in seconds he’d surged forward, and his arms wrapped around me from the back, lifting me up and I squealed.  “Put me down! Put me down!” I screamed, thrashing around.



“Well what have I walked in on?” My head shot up to see Allison standing in front of me, holding Madison on her hip.  She was staring at us, with my feet lifted off the ground, back pressed into Stiles’ chest and his arms wrapped around my torso.  There was sugar and flour all over our faces and hair.

“Uhm” Stiles set me back down, and I gave her a big smile.  I tasted the powdery substance in my mouth.

“RIght so I’m gonna pretend that didn’t happen”

“Mama!” Madi smiled big as she exclaimed and reached for me.

“Let’s let mommy get cleaned up okay?” Allison suggested, bouncing Madi and taking her into the other room.  Stiles and I exchanged a look, and burst into laughter a few seconds later.

“What is it baby?” I asked Madi as I held the camera up to her, taking a video of her as she opened her presents.

“Puppy!” I giggled as she grabbed happily onto the stuffed dog.

“You loved stuffed animals don’t you sweetheart?” I asked, still taking a video of her as she held it up to my phone.

“Yeah!” Allison was awweing in the background, grabbing Scott’s arm and shaking it.  Stiles chuckled from where he sat on the floor in front of the couch.

“Who do you wanna show the puppy to? You wanna show Alli-?”

“Dada!” My head jerked up to her, no longer watching through the phone screen.  Allison’s gaze snapped to me, and I shakily tapped the screen, ending the video.  She was giggling, and began crawling around.  I was staring at Allison with wide concerned eyes.  SHe couldn’t have possibly meant Theo, that’s ridiculous.  How… no… no that was crazy.

“Alright Mads how about I take you to bed-” Allison stopped when Madi plopped herself into Stiles’ lap.


“ALRIGHT TIME FOR BED” Allison clapped her hands, and scooped up Madison before anything could be said.  She whisked the girl out of the room and I heard the door to the nursery shut loudly.


I got up and walked into the kitchen before Stiles could finish.  I needed to think.  No.. no thinking was bad I needed a drink.  Yeah.. yeah a drink.  I got down a glass and yanked the cork out of a new bottle of red wine.  I poured it, but some spilled on the counter.  I groaned, rubbing my face and wishing I could scream.  But I yanked out a paper towel to clean it up.  Of course a ton of them when I only needed one.  Tears sprung in my eyes, and a choked whimper left my lips.

“Hey… hey y/n” I turned to Stiles, and he gave me a gentle expression as he took the towel from my hand and took off the one piece.  “What’s wrong?” He asked, wiping my mess off the counter.

“Sh-she she called y-you D-dad” I choked out.  “A-and th-that’s great b-but she-she’s not yours” By this point tears were streaming down my face, and Stiles stilled his actions.

“Hey, hey it’s not that bad” He whispered.  “It’s not that bad, really she didn’t know”

“Exactly” I whispered, staring down at the floor.  “She didn’t know. She just said it how’d she even hear it? Or-or process that-”

“y/n, don’t overthink it, seriously.  She’s only two, she’ll learn not to… she’ll learn that that’s not… me” Stiles stepped closer.  “She’s only two y/n” I put my face in my hands, and Stiles reached a hand out onto my shoulder.  “Come on, come ‘mere” I thumped my head onto his chest, and he chuckled.  “I’m sorry y/n”

“No don’t be sorry” I mumbled.  I didn’t do anything to hug him back, just had my head pressed against his shirt.  “It’s not your fault” His hands rubbed my back.

“I’m still sorry you’re going through it” He said softly, and his chin propped up on my head.  I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pulled out of his hold.

“I should go check on her” I said softly, and he nodded.

“Okay” I left the room and went into the nursery, quickly wiping my eyes.

“Oh thank god” Allison said.  She was bouncing Madi on her hip.  “She just won’t sleep” I giggled softly.

“Awe, come here sweetheart” I said, taking Madi and holding her close to me.  “Mommy’s tired, you want to sleep?” Madi nodded, and I smiled softly.  “Okay, come on” I hummed taking her over to her crib.  “You want all your animals?” I asked, holding onto her new dog.  She nodded, and I plopped all her animals in one by one.  I saw Allison out of the corner of my eye, shuffle up next to me.

“So, what’d you and Stiles talk about?”

“Allison I don’t know if I wanna talk about that” I mumbled, and she nodded.

“I understand” She responded.  “But when you’re ready…”

“I know.  You’ll be the first I come to” I assured, stroking my thumb gently over Madi’s forehead to calm her to sleep.  Allison smiled at me and leaned up to kiss my cheek.

“I’m going to go home with Scott” She said, and I nodded.  “I’ll see you at Lou’s for the morning shift” I nodded again, and watched her leave the room.  I sighed and looked down at the crib, then walked over to the rocking chair, plopping down with a sigh.  

“Oh Madi what am I going to do?”

I warned you.  just saying.

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bet on it | 2 | m

Originally posted by scoupstv

◇ “You know, I never expected you to be this dirty.”

◇ The8 x reader

◇ boardingschool!au



“Have Minghao and _______ been a little… off, lately?” Luna asks Seungcheol in a hushed tone as she reaches for another slice of pizza. Seungcheol freezes at the question, before shaking his head and chewing his slice.

“No, not really,” he tries to act cool, furrowing his eyebrows and avoiding Luna’s curious eyes. “Why’d you think so?”

It’s a few months after that faithful night in which Minghao had confessed his feelings for you, and also in which Seungkwan and Seungcheol finished the bet on ‘When would Minghao and ______ get together’. The two boys were the only people who knew about your relationship status with Minghao, and you were both content on keeping it that way, at least until exams were over.

However, the bad thing about this was that you both shared a dorm with 24 other people, which meant that somebody was at the dorm at all times. It was too risky to go somewhere other than the dorm for fear of being seen and it was too risky to stay in the dorm, also for fear of being seen.

Seungcheol and Seungkwan, however, were adamant on letting you and Minghao be alone for at least one night. Which was probably why people were getting suspicious, because the two boys were completely horrible at doing things inconspicuously.

“They’ve just been really weird for the past few months,” Luna sighs, tilting her head back to look at Minghao and _______, sitting on opposite sides of the room but occasionally sneaking glances at each other. “I mean, they used to be complete strangers - and all of a sudden Minghao knows exactly what ______ wants for her birthday? I don’t buy it.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” interjects Seungkwan, suddenly appearing at Luna’s other side. “That’s like saying you and Mingyu have something going on, and we both know that would never happen in a million years.”

Luna makes a disgusted sound in the back of her throat and stands up from her place on the floor, striding towards the kitchen. “Anybody want a drink? Preferably alcoholic?”

There is a chorus of sounds from the people who are gathered in the living room, boxes of pizza spread out amongst the boys and girls that are busy conversing and eating. As soon as Luna’s gone, Seungkwan turns to Seungcheol. “We need to get them out of here, even just for tomorrow.”

Seungcheol makes a noise of agreement, peeking around to see if anyone can hear their top-secret conversation. “I say we propose a game. Whoever gets to McDonald’s last has to pay for everyone. That should give them enough time to do-” He makes a disgusted face, “-whatever they want to do, right?”

Seungkwan nods, “McDonald’s is across campus. That’s about 10 minutes in itself, and if we add in 24 people eating that’s at least an hour or two. As long as they don’t break anything-”

“Don’t even go there, Seungkwan.”


Sighing, you shoulder your bag and exit the classroom last. You were the only person out of all of your friends that had a class at 6 in the afternoon, so you guessed that everyone was already at the dorms and probably relaxing. 

You couldn’t help but let your mind wander to a certain boy who would hopefully be at the dorms. Although it was hard keeping your relationship a secret, it was all worth the lack of teasing and irritation from your friends and onlookers, but it was also putting a strain on your relationship. 

You hadn’t had a proper conversation with Minghao since a few days ago, and even then, Vernon was lurking around and waiting for Minghao to go to class with him. You hadn’t even had a proper date with Minghao, and it’s been a few months since you got together.

 Were you expecting too much, or had you brought this upon yourself? You wouldn’t know - although you had been in relationships before, they were brief and usually you ended them after you slept with them (the ‘spark’ between you was always extinguished).

The only thing I’m sure of, you thought to yourself as you approached the dorm doors, pushing the wooden doors open, is that I’m definitely in love with Minghao.

“Hey!” Hwasa greets you at the door, wrapping her coat around herself as you do the opposite. “You coming with us?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion as you notice practically everyone with their coats and shoes on.

“Where are you guys going?” You ask curiously, knowing that you probably wouldn’t go anyway with the mood you were in. “Why are you all going at the same time, anywa-?”

“We’re going to McDonald’s, ______,” Seungcheol interrupts, stepping in front of you so nobody can see the wink he shoots at you. Before you have time to register his action he’s rushing out the door, only to be replaced with Seungkwan. 

“Last person there pays for everybody,” Seungkwan huffs as he wraps a scarf around his neck, peering around to make sure nobody catches what he says next. “Have fun with Minghao.”

Your face feels like it’s on fire as everybody trails out of the dorm, all rushing to not be last and have to pay. You stand there for a few minutes - you don’t know what Seungkwan meant by ‘fun’ - like, sexual fun, or genuine fun? And if any of them, does that mean that this was planned to get you and Minghao together?

You don’t know, but what you do know is that when you step into the dining room and see Minghao, standing sheepishly in front of a table of food, surrounded by candles and biting his lip nervously, you definitely think you’re going to have fun - whether it’s sexual or genuine.

“What - what is this?” You ask, still in shock as you place your bag on a chair somewhere. Minghao smiles a small smile, stepping forward and grasping your wrist to lead you towards the table.

“I know we haven’t been able to be alone for a while,” he states softly, pulling one of the chairs out for you to sit on. “And Seungkwan and Seungcheol were eager to help me, so…”

“This… this is beautiful,” you murmur, looking around at everything that was set up. Minghao decides to sit next to you rather than across from you, stating that ‘he wanted to be as close to you as possible after being apart for so long’. There are candles placed around the table and the food looks delicious - how he managed to set this up without anyone noticing is a surprise to you.

“Like you,” he smiles cheesily and you refrain from internally puking because admittedly, it was cute when he said it. 


“…and I still don’t know where it is, to be honest,” Minghao finishes off his story with a spoonful of pasta, laughter tumbling past your lips so divinely it made your stomach hurt. Minghao is silent as he watches you lick some pasta sauce off of your bottom lip, averting his gaze to his plate with reddened cheeks. You pretend to not notice, looking down at your plate with a tiny grin.

“Who knew you were so stupid sometimes?” You tease, leaning on your elbow and peering at him. It’s been about an hour and you were both finished eating the delicious food that had been prepared; your stomachs were full and your eyes were brimming with happiness. 

The familiar burning of arousal struck a chord in you as you watched Minghao bite his lip as he collects the plates and starts to walk towards the kitchen. You bite your lip as you decide what to do next. You had about an hour till everyone came home - you doubted that Minghao wanted to watch TV for the rest of the night.

You pushed your chair out, padding towards where Minghao was placing the dishes into the dishwasher. As he turns to grab the next plate, your hand shoots out and encases his wrist. He turns to you, eyebrow raised.

“You okay?” He asks with a small smile as he sees the look on your face. Pouting, you try and spin him around to face you. He doesn’t fight your grip and allows you to turn him, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and letting your arms wind around his waist.

“Stop paying attention to the dishes,” you whine, standing on your tiptoes to nuzzle into his neck, placing a few kisses on his Adam’s apple. “And pay attention to me.” You feel him gulp and pull you closer, peering down at you in concern. 

“Are you - are you sure you want this?” He asks, his voice still a whisper, but his pupils dilated in lust. “I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret…”

“It’s not my first time,” you tell him incredulously, pulling back from placing kisses on his neck to look him in the eye. “Is it… is it yours?”

“No!” He exclaims, eyes wide and cheeks red, “I just don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret, that’s all.”

“Trust me,” you say softly, almost face to face with him. “I won’t regret anything.”

“I don’t have any condoms-”

“I’m on birth control,” you murmur, “So just shut up and kiss me.”

Minghao takes that as his cue - it isn’t your first time kissing Minghao but this time it’s different. Unlike your usual secretive, soft and fleeting kisses, this one is fueled by love and lust. He holds your face between his hands, soothingly rubbing his thumb over your cheeks as he moves his soft lips against yours.

“My room, or yours?” He asks fervently, pulling away from the kiss only to dive towards your neck, marking your skin with blotches of purple and blue, teeth tugging at the delicate skin.

“Neither,” you grin breathlessly, hauling yourself away from him and grabbing his hand, leading him to the living room and nudging him gently to sit on the couch. “We don’t have much time.” You take a look at the clock above you. “45 minutes at most.”

Minghao makes a noise of distress that has you giggling. “Don’t worry,” you smile, pulling your shirt off of your body, “You can take your time with me next time.”

The groan that comes out of his mouth is nothing short of sexy - you gesture for him to remove his clothing as you pull your skirt off. “Fuck,” Minghao mutters, watching as your bra falls to the floor. “You’re so beautiful.”

You can only manage to blush at his comment, allowing Minghao to wrap an arm around your waist and haul you onto his lap. Winding your arms around his neck, you begin to grind your pussy against his hardening cock, attaching your lips in a sloppy yet satisfying kiss.

“You know,” Minghao groans, using his hands on your waist to guide you harder over him, “I never expected you to be this dirty.”

“You have a lot to learn,” you whisper into his ear, gently nibbling on his ear lobe and making his head fall back at the throbbing pleasure shooting through his body.

“Are you gonna ride me, baby?” He asks with a grunt, tapping your hip for you to lift off of his hardened length. One hand trails down your back to your ass, giving the plump area and few squeezes as he rubs the top of his length along your slit with the other.

“Yeah,” you moan as he bumps off your clit. The action has you clenching around nothing and you give a desperate whine, wrapping your hands around his length underneath you and pushing him into you within seconds.

“Fuck,” you whine as he fills you up, his hand shot as they wrap around your waist and pull you towards him for a kiss. “You feel so good,” you whimper against his lips, starting to move your hips back and forth in a delicious rhythm. 

Minghao’s grunts are music to your ears, making the pressure in your stomach build at a steady pace. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixed with the smell of sex and the melody of groans and whimpers that left your mouths.

“Fuck,” Minghao is groaning, throwing his head back and letting his hands wander up and down your body. “Shit, I love you-” He doesn’t seem to notice what he just said, but the smile of bliss on his face is enough to know that he means it.

“I love you too,” you moan, leaning down to connect your lips again. His tongue is slipping past your lips and his teeth are clashing against yours, but you don’t care, not when one of his hands are gripping your ass and his breaths are close to your ear, and the other hand is rubbing circles on your clit that have you almost sobbing in pleasure.

“I’m so close,” you whimper, increasing your pace and throwing your head back as you start to bounce on his lap, removing your hands from his shoulders to pinch and tug at your sensitive nipples. “Holy shit…”

Minghao’s brows are furrowing at the immense pleasure coursing though his body and his breaths are erratic, but he brings a finger up to your lips, letting you wet the digit before he brings it back down to your clit, the lubricant allowing his finger to slide easier along the bundle of nerves.

“Oh, shit,” you groan as your orgasm finally courses through you, your release drenching his pulsing cock that’s still moving inside of you. Your vision goes white for a second and your toes curl as you fall forward, leaning on Minghao’s shoulder as the over-sensitivity of him inside of you starts to take place. “Holy fuck.”

“Just a little more, baby,” he soothes, grunting as his release approaches quicker and quicker, until it’s hitting him full force and a groan escapes his mouth, bucking his hips as his release empties in spurts into your pussy. He sighs as he thrust a few more times before removing his softening length from you.

It’s silent for a moment as you regain your breath, before he’s pulling you back into his arms and peppering kisses all over your face. “I love you, you know that?”

“I heard,” you giggle, nuzzling your nose against his. A sudden thought has you peeking at the clock above your head. You frown. “15 minutes, and then we’re back to pretending that we know nothing about each other.”

“How about we just tell them?” Minghao suggest, “We’d only have to suffer the teasing for a week before they give up, and it’s better than acting as if we’re strangers.”

“That…” You bite your lip. While it sounds like a good idea, you’re still nervous of everyone’s reaction. For once, as Minghao had said before, you’re going to put yourself first. “That sounds like a great idea.”

Minghao’s eyes light up and he laughs, pressing a kiss against your cheek before standing up, hauling you up with him. “How about a shower, hm?” He asks playfully, directing you towards the shower with a light smack on the ass.


Everybody piles into the dorm 15 minutes later, completely oblivious to anything that happened just 45 minutes before. Seungkwan inspects the place, nodding satisfactorily before reporting to Seungcheol, “Nothing’s broken.”


▽ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook 
▽ Genre: Angst - Smut
▽ Summary:  You had loved a man with all your might and you had been burned, hard, mercilessly, until your very core was damaged beyond repair. When you feel like there’s nothing left of you, nothing to save anyway, when you let your self get drunk and high to dull the pain, there’s only one person that still remains by your side: Jeon Jeongguk.
▽ Word Count: 7.5 K
▽ AN: the title and the main plot of this story are an adaptation of an original one shot I wrote some years ago that was, to a certain level, inspired by the british tv-show “Skins” and in particular by the character of Effy Stonem.

▽ ▽  WARNING: Contains alcohol and drug use references, cuss words, mild violence. ▽ ▽ 

Originally posted by jengkook

The polished image you see in the reflection of your mirror is nothing like you, it looks almost comical to your eyes: the way you look so innocent, pure even when, in fact, you’re nothing of the sort.
If people didn’t know any better, you could actually fool the whole world with your soft features, your hair pulled in a braid under your back, the school uniform hugging your curves in a very chaste way, unlike your usual clothing.
You keep looking at yourself, trying to find the change that you clearly felt happening inside your heart one year ago. Yet, you look absolutely the same now, when the make-up doesn’t change your features, when the clothes don’t reveal half of your body to whomever wants to see.
When your eyelids close you hear your mother screaming your name from downstairs and you’re drawn back to reality, to the sickening routine of your nonsensical life.
The ride to your school is silent, as it always is, your mother’s eyes not landing on you even once. You prefer it this way: you hate the way she looks at you, you hate the pity and the rage you see in her eyes, you hate the way she’s always ready to bash at you, not even once trying to see through the layers of your skin to reach what’s really inside. But then again, nobody ever bothered, why would you still be surprised now?
The ride is not that long but it’s still long enough to make your mind wander back to one year ago, to the normal teenager you used to be, to the way your mouth would lift up in a sweet smile in the morning when your parents greeted you as you entered the room to have breakfast with them.
You miss the feeling of normalcy, you miss what you used to be, you miss feeling whole and untouched. Now all you feel is pain, all the time, never changing, never dulling until you make it shut up drowning your brain in alcohol.
When silence envelops you like this, no way out of your thoughts, that’s when it hurts the most, that’s when you can’t push him out, no matter how hard you try. 
Suddenly you can feel again the way his hands roam up and down your body, his voice raspy as he whispers fake “I love you’s” as he takes away your first kiss, your virginity, all of your love, without asking for permission, without worrying about the damage he’s inflicting. Without caring.
He’s a married man and you’re just a little girl, but he doesn’t stop, he takes all of you, anything you have to offer, and then, when you’re in too deep, he crushes your soul, stomping on the remains of what you used to be.
Your hands start to tremble as his name pops up in your mind. Eric.
In a heartbeat you’re thrown back to that night of one year ago when you called him, panicked, telling him you were bearing the seed of his love inside of you. You can still remember the bitter feeling in your mouth as he spat out those foul words: it’s not mine.
But it was, and he knew it. You had never been with anyone else before nor during the time you thought you were his. He was your first and, for a while, he was also your last.

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Roommates || Suga || Part 7

Summary:  Part 7. Everything’s settled, you’ve moved in with Min Yoongi. And despite it being having been two weeks of living together, you’re experiencing episodes between you, Yoongi and Seokjin you never initially anticipated. 

Word Count: 1,595 this was going to be longer but I felt this would be too much filler sooo

A/N: This one’s just a whole lot of conflict-but-not-really-conflict between Yoongi and Seokjin in this part but I mean hey, it sets up a lot for the next few parts. Feedback is much appreciated and I hope you all enjoy this installment.

<< Part 6 || Part 8 >>

“So you’re telling me nothing has happened over the past few days? Like nothing at all?” [Y/F/N] inquired as you walked together from the train station. You shrugged, glancing at her slightly before redirecting your attention in front of you so you didn’t run into anything.

“Things have happened – usual new roommate things – but if by nothing you mean-”

“Neither you nor Yoongi have made any form of move on each other-”

“Then no, nothing has happened because Yoongi doesn’t see me like that and I am a complete wuss.”

[Y/F/N] groaned at you, nudging you with her shoulder as you continued to weave through the crowds. “He totally does, [Y/N], and this is prime opportunity to finally act on these feelings you’ve had since university!”

The cold night air engulfed the two of you as you exited the main building of the station. The sun had finished setting over the horizon, leaving the illuminated skyline of scattered fluorescent lights plastered in the windows of buildings. The street was flooded with other bodies, making their usual commute home from their respective jobs.

You rolled your eyes, “I appreciate the sentiment but nothing is going to happen. This isn’t some rom-com-”


You both turned around in the direction of the voice. You felt your lips tug into a grin while your companion asked in a hushed voice, “Who is that?”

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Baekhyun - Play (VII)

Originally posted by littlebyuns

Playone, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, ?

; to you, i am a toy in your hands; fragile, small, submissive. yet i know, i’m the one controlling this game.

A/N: here it is, sorry for taking some time writing this… 100 notes for the next part please??? Hope you like it and I hope this isn’t cheesy. (1.5k long)

meet the heartbreaker himself.

masterlist // get to know me

     Nothing hurt more than having to stand up from your position, tears still streaming down your face, as your legs tried to carry you, give you the strength you’ve lost.

     How could he possibly say those three meaningful words to someone he’s only known for a month? How did she change someone you’ve known for three years to have a soft heart and tell her those words you’ve longed to hear? How did she make him kiss her the way you’ve always kissed him; filled with love and passion for Baekhyun?

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the raid

Originally posted by takeachansoo

◇ “Vampire mates are for life…”

◇ Baekhyun x reader

◇ vampire!au

◇ more vampire!Baekhyun - safeguard, vampire!D.O - belonging


In the vampire world, there were many laws - you couldn’t feed off of humans unless they were your mate, you couldn’t kill humans, enslave humans, and there was a quota for feeding off of faeries, as faerie blood was almost like an alcohol to vampires.

However, as usual, when people had money, it meant that they thought they could get away with breaking the law. Vampires used large amounts of blood and money to bribe the vampire government into letting them off without punishment, into turning a blind eye to whatever they were doing.

Baekhyun didn’t care, really; although his brothers rarely dabbled in enslaving and killing humans, they often fed off of humans and faeries. If it wasn’t happening in front of him, Baekhyun could ignore what was happening. The staff in his house were mostly wizards and faeries, with the occasional nephilim coming in for a few days for shelter and food.

The day that Baekhyun absolutely couldn’t turn a blind eye to the illegal underground of human enslavement was when he found you. You, a human, an innocent, sweet human who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

He had been exiting a club he frequented at alone - his brothers remained inside, some with their mates, others sipping at alcohol and faerie blood. As he prepared to vaporize out of the empty alleyway and back home, he hears a blood-curdling scream that makes him snap his head towards where the sound is coming from.

A tattoo parlor at the end of the alleyway. Baekhyun knows how these raids go - vampires storm the place and take any humans present, killing any Being that dared resist them. He’s about to leave them to their business, and then he smells it - the heavy, sweet smell that has him doubling over as pleasure courses through him. Inhaling deeply, he lets himself stand again as he approaches where the delicious smell is coming from. He knows what this means. He knows his mate is somewhere near. He feels anger rise in his chest as he finds that it’s coming from the tattoo parlor - the thought of someone touching his mate sends blinding white anger through his system.

Before he can fully register his actions, he’s raced down the alleyway and busted in the glass door of the parlor. The strong scent is heavier here, and he can’t seem to get enough of how it wraps around his lungs, compelling his fangs to elongate and his eyes to swamp with black.

At the sound of the door being opened forcefully, the vampires inside of the parlor freeze - before they come to the conclusion that whoever it was, could wait, or be killed. Just as Baekhyun had expected, they were 2nd class vampires - vampires who had been disowned and shunned from their 1st class families. Most people involved in this business were.

One vampire has a witch in his grasp, preparing to kill her, obviously, with how his hands are tightening dangerously around her. Another two are standing in front of a group of scared humans, grinning disgustingly at the fearful and confused looks painted on their faces. And then there is another vampire, holding somebody by the wrist. The human seems to have tried to stab the vampire with a tattoo needle, though it wouldn’t do much harm. Baekhyun is infuriated at the sight of the man’s hands wrapped around your wrist, tight enough to make you wince uncomfortably. However, at the sound of Baekhyun’s voice, his grip loosens.

“I suggest you remove your hands from them, before I remove them for you,” he says through gritted teeth, watching the other vampires acknowledge him with bared fangs and black eyes. The vampire holding the witch loosens his grip slightly, eyes flickering to another vampire who Baekhyun guesses is the leader.

The vampire sighs, not completely removing his hands from Baekhyun’s mate, but loosening his grasp and turning to Baekhyun with an expression the epitome of boredom. “Look, Baekhyun,” he starts, “You know how this business works. If you were any other vampire we would’ve ripped your head off - you should leave, before we get angry.”

Baekhyun raises an eyebrow at the confidence the vampire radiated. He was awfully cocky for someone who had crossed a vampire’s mate, although he didn’t know that yet. “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” Baekhyun feigns regret, running a hand through his dark locks. The vampire scoffs at Baekhyun’s sheer idiocy, but Baekhyun speaks up before he can say anything.

“You’ve gotten yourself into a bit of a mess,” Baekhyun reveals, stepping forward at a comfortable pace. He enjoys seeing the confused and irritated look on this vampire’s face. “You see, the pretty lady you have in your arms is my mate. And you just hurt her.”

The atmosphere darkens at the revelation; everybody knows how territorial vampires get, especially over their mates. The group of humans in the corner watch on in confusion and fear.

“You… you can have her,” the vampire laughs humorlessly, pushing you forward to stumble into Baekhyun’s arms. Baekhyun tries to ignore the electric feeling of your skin on his. “There are plenty more humans here.”

“See, that’s the problem,” Baekhyun muses, tightening the arm around your waist. “Do you think I’m going to allow you to kill people, who, presumably, are my mate’s friends and colleagues?”

“We’ve given you enough-” The vampire snarls, lurching forward dangerously. He stops himself at the last minute, calming himself slightly but still boiling with anger.

“No,” Baekhyun inhales sharply, clenching his jaw, “I’ve given you enough. You’ve heard of me and my brothers, correct? Then you’re lucky that I haven’t ripped out your spines yet and shoved them down your throats.”

The anger filling the room is indescribable. Blinding white and red hot, the vampires growl warningly at the man who had interrupted them and threatened them. “Now,” Baekhyun announces, “I suggest you leave - unless the idea of dying appeals to you?”

“Stay strong while you can,” the leader growls, smart enough to know when to back down in the presence of someone as strong as Byun Baekhyun. “We’ll be back for her.”

There’s an edge of fear creeping into Baekhyun’s brain, but he scoffs. “Get out of here, before I decide to not be so merciful.”

The vampires’ nostrils flare but they decide to be intelligent. The leader’s eyes do not waver from Baekhyun’s as he commands his underlings to vaporize away from the scene - and then, he too, has disappeared in a swirl of black smoke.

It’s silent for a moment as the reality of what just happened dawns on the people in the parlor. The shaking girl in his arms reminds Baekhyun of why he had come here in the first place, but before he could comfort you, the witch - who had been choked by one vampire earlier, walks to Baekhyun, rubbing her sore neck. “Thank you,” she murmurs gratefully, “If it hadn’t been for you, I would’ve been killed. I… I’m forever in your debt, really.”

“You can start by erasing the events of tonight from their memories,” Baekhyun says quietly, glancing at the humans who were still frozen in shock, unconsciously rubbing the wrist of his mate soothingly. She seemed to be in shock; her heartbeat was erratic and her breathing was uneven. The witch nods in understanding, eyes flickering to the girl in his arms.

“And her?”

“She’ll be fine,” Baekhyun tells her, “It’s my duty to tell her about our world; I’ll make sure she’s okay.” The witch nods in understanding, biting her lip. She looks worried, and it makes sense - her human friend is in shock, and the mate of one of the most powerful vampires in the world. But she turns on her heel anyway, getting to work.

Once she’s gone, Baekhyun inhales deeply, turning to the precious person in his arms. He turns you gently to face him, bending down to look you in the eye, although you seem to be avoiding his gaze. “I know you’re scared, sweetheart,” he starts softly, making sure to rub gentle circles into your delicate skin in an attempt to calm you down. “But I want to help you, okay?” You take a shuddering breath, finally looking up to meet his eyes, and it feels as if you’ve just been winded. At the sight of the chocolate brown swimming in his irises, you feel better - safer.

“I… those - those men,” you stutter, gulping hard as you remember the tight grip on you, the gleaming white fangs, the pitch black eyes. “They… they had fangs. And they tried to bite my friend.

“I know it may sound crazy and confusing at first to know that there’s a whole other world that you never knew about,” he agrees, nodding slightly, “but I’ll help you get through it - I promise.”

“You called me your mate,” you recall, “when that man told you to leave. You threatened to kill them, for me.” He didn’t want to push you into the world of vampire mating just yet, but he guessed he had no choice.

“You’re my mate,” he confirms, “and, well, vampire mates are for life. I’d do anything to keep you safe.” It’s silent for a moment as you take in the unbelievable information. Baekhyun smiles warmly - a rare sight - and brushes the hair out of your eyes fondly. “What d'you say I get you home? I bet you’re tired after what just happened.”

Seeing the look of distress on your face (“We’ll be back for her.”), Baekhyun can’t stop himself from placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll stay with you the whole time, if you need me to.”

From that day on, Baekhyun decides to never turn a blind eye to the wrong in front of him.

stillthewordgirl  asked:

OK... for the prompt... CaptainCanary (of course!), National City, romance, cards. ;)

Being one of the good guys is a lot of work.

If he were still a villain, there’s no way Leonard would be here now. When the Flash asked for help for another superhero on an entirely different version of Earth, he’d have told him to fuck off.

But he's… He’s not a hero, but he’s not a villain, and he falls firmly on the “good guy” end of the spectrum. Usually, anyway. Sometimes his thievery is still what qualifies him as legendary.

So because he’s a mostly good guy on a team of other mostly good guys, he’s in some partially underground lair (because really, there’s no other word for it, government building or not) as the local team and the Waverider crew celebrate their latest victory. He’s tuned out, for the most part, but he’s never able to tune things out entirely, so when the conversation shifts to date spots Sara just has to try before they return to Earth-1, he makes sure he actually pays attention.

Because a few days ago, Sara had declared that she was sick of the flirting not going anywhere, and she was going to take him on a date, and then, well…

The rest of her declaration isn’t really something he wants to think about around a telepath, no matter how much J’onn insisted they do have privacy.

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