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I can make a phangirl cringe.

So like yesterday, I saw a hat and I was like, wow that’s a nice hat! Then when I looked closer I saw that it was deep cherry coloured. I talked to the person selling it and she was sitting in a very comfortable looking
chair. I asked her how much the hat was and she told me to hold on a second because her hamster had escaped. She lured it back into its cage using milk. It was a strange day, but hey… Now
Every month i buy a hat from her store :)

Row AQ

Author: kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: You / Yoongi (Suga)

Genre: Fluff / Humor

Prompt: “If I die, I’m going to haunt your ass.” + Library!AU

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,955

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No Strings Attached: Pt. 3

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2173


The cab ride to the Mikaelson Compound felt terribly long. You had the need to just blow up Kol’s phone with calls and texts. But, you knew better that he would only ignore them so instead, you held back.

You gazed out the window and started slightly shaking your right leg from being so impatient to arrive at your destination already. We’re you really in danger or is it possible that Kol got jealous? Surely enough, you won’t stop until your question gets answered.

Finally after what felt like forever, you have arrived. You paid the cab driver with cash, letting him keep the rest of your change as you rushed out. Thank goodness Hope was spending the night at Hayley and Jackson’s apartment because you planned on raising hell once you got inside.

“Kol!” You shouted as you marched inside the compound. “Kol effing Mikaelson!”

Klaus and Elijah just happened to be sitting at the table exchanging words while drinking scotch. “Oh, hey guys.” You greeted, then went back to using your eyes to scan around the compound. “I know you can hear me!”

Just as you grabbed onto the railing to walk upstairs, Klaus stops you to get a word in. “And may I ask what my little brother did this time? It seems that bloke has a habit of getting himself into a mess.” If you had eyes in the back of your head, you would be able to see the amused look Klaus has on his face. The tone in his voice says it all.

“Long story, Klaus.” You weren’t in the mood to vent.

“I assume you’ve been drinking, miss Y/N? I can smell the alcohol in your breath from here.” Elijah said.

“Yup. Your sisters too.” You continued to make your way up the stairs without caring if Klaus and Elijah wanted to add on or not, you needed to speak with Kol.

After looking in room after room, you found Kol hanging out on the patio taking his time drinking out of a blood bag.

“Okay so you’re playing the ignoring game now?I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s going on.” You spat, stopping just a few feet behind him crossing your arms in front of you.

Kol sighed before speaking. “You don’t give up do you?” He turned to face you, setting the now empty blood bag on the nearby table.

You made no answer. “Fine.” Kol sassed then continued, “Well go on, let’s have a seat.” He pointed over at the bed since his bedroom didn’t have any chairs or couches available to sit on. You swallowed, then followed through, perching yourself at the edge of his bed as Kol did too.

“Okay, so?” You questioned, keeping your eyes on him.

“I suppose, seeing you with that vile man made me uneasy. I wanted to snap his neck the moment I saw him speak to you. But seeing as Marcel has these rules, I simply cannot.” Kol said.

“First of all, that man was very polite to me. And secondly, how in the world did it make you feel so uncomfortable that you just had to ruin our night out?” You asked, fixing him with a stare as you await your answer.

“I’m aware that we had these bloody rules about not allowing ourselves to feel feelings for each other. I mentally punish myself for it everyday.”

“Um what?”

Kol took a deep breath. “I, Kol Mikaelson, have unintentionally fallen for my…fuck buddy.” He admitted while forcing a smile.

You stifled a laugh and fell silent for just a moment. If you could, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. How in the hell did you get so lucky?

“My apologies, darling. I know this is uncomfortable for you since it’s obvious you’re to trying to move forward with your life and all.” Kol stood up off the bed, he frowned, feeling embarrassed because he assumed you don’t feel the same way he does. “You asked, so I answered.”

“Oh no no no. I’m just processing this right now. Sit back down.” You patted your hand next to you on the firm mattress. “So when I told you yesterday that I wanted to start dating again. I actually don’t.”

Not a word came out of Kol. He just sat there trying to read your facial expressions.

“I ended up having feelings for you too, but since we made that stupid vow, I thought you followed it.” You confessed.

“Why not bother telling me, Y/N?” Kol questioned, resting his hand on top of yours.

“I could say the same to you, Kol.” You blurted, then softened your tone of voice. “But I hate rejection, so, I figured if I just distanced myself, the feelings would go away, you know?”

“I understand, love. Well since that’s all in order, what shall we do?” Kol quickly lightened the mood. He can’t ever be in his feelings for too long or else he’d go crazy.

You stretched, then made yourself comfortable on the bed by resting your head on the pillow. “I don’t know, you tell me.”

Even though Kol ruined your planned night out, you couldn’t help but get over it, especially since he looks so hot in his button up and you were still a little buzzed. Laying in his bed gave you dirty thoughts of all the sex you had with him. You flirted with the idea of Kol being on top of you right now. And of course, since you were his play thing for those last couple of months, you knew exactly how to get him in the mood.

You brushed your hair with your fingers to one side and teasingly bit your bottom lip, hoping it wouldn’t look too obvious that you’re trying.

“You’re a daft one, Y/N.” Kol chuckled, then crawled over to place himself on top of you. He planted his lips on yours which led to a hot and steamy kiss. You started to wrap your legs around his waist until all of a sudden, he stops and pulls back, giving you a devilish grin.

“Um, what’s wrong?” You questioned.

“Sorry, but that’s all you get, love.” Kol made known with that grin plastered all over his face.

“You’re annoying.” You scoffed and moved him off of you so that you can sit up on the bed.

“Oh don’t be so cross with me. Now that we both fancy each other on a deeper level, you’re going to have to work for it, darling.”

At first you didn’t understand, but you realized that Kol did have a point. “Yup, you’re right. So how do we approach this then?”

Kol took a second to think about it and then an imaginary light bulb appeared over his head. “I have a thought. How about I take you on a date or two and we move from there?”

“I’d love that.” The smile on your face could be seen from a mile away. You leaned over to give Kol a kiss on the cheek. “Pick me up tomorrow night at 7:00.”

“Brilliant.” Kol agreed.

You left the room so that you could end your night with Kol at that. Waking downstairs, you can still see Klaus and Elijah in the same spot. “Great.” You mouthed to yourself.

“Where’s Kol? Ah, let me guess. You rid of him with that dagger?” Klaus implied, taking a sip of his bourbon. Elijah just sat there and decided to mind his own business this time by keeping his opinions to himself.

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You joked, then walked out the front so that you could wait outside for your cab. There was no way you were going to wait in the middle of the compound for your cab with Klaus. You were tired and just wanted to go home and get some rest.

As you were waiting, you thought about how excited you are to go on your first date with Kol. You mentally crossed your fingers hoping that this leads to something amazing.

(The First Date…)

You never thought of Kol being the romantic type. Who can blame you though because you were so used to being his booty call that being viewed as something much more will take some getting used to.

The night sky was pitch black as the time is a quarter to 9. Kol told you to dress up and have you meet him at his house. Arriving there, there was a stranger on the driveway dressed in a suit who had special instructions on where you to lead you. You figured Kol had compelled this man.

The man led you towards the backyard in a path that led to the trees which had beautiful lights and lanterns wrapped around and hanging. The end of the path brought you to a table meant for two with high end looking plates and utensils. The table was also minimally decorate with well lit candle and rose in the center of the table. The best part about it, is seeing Kol sitting at the table waiting especially for you.

“Hello, darling. You made it.” Kol smiled, then he got up to pull your chair out for you.

“I mean of course. But oh wow. You did all of this?” You sat down, still looking around amazed with everything.

“I may or may not have compelled someone to help me.”

“Of course you did.” You rolled your eyes at him playfully.

It didn’t take long for the compelled butler (as you call him) to bring out a cart filled with 3 course meals. “Not too shabby.” You commented.

After lots of food and laughter, the night ended successfully. Kol walked you to the car and innocently planted a kiss on the forehead. Butterflies took over your stomach on your drive home and you laid in bed with a gigantic smile on your face.

(Several Dates Later…)

It has been almost a month now that you and Kol had agreed on this whole ‘dating’ thing. To the fortune of both of you, everything has been going great and you were just dying to have sex with him already. You were hoping he was thinking the same thing too.

Today is your day off, so you decided to invite yourself over to the Mikaelson Compound to hang out with Kol. The plan was to watch a couple of movies and maybe even spend some time with Hope if she isn’t with her mom and Jackson. Today would also be the first time that the both of you had alone time in his room since this all started since Kol’s been really strict on taking you out on dates only.

Walking in, you see Rebekah playing with Hope. Kol was just hanging out on the chair scrolling through his phone. It looked as if he was doing it to kill time as he waited on you. “Hey guys.” You announced.

“Hi, Y/N.” Rebekah greeted you, then went back to smothering Hope in kisses.

After Kol heard your name, he looked up and put his phone in his pocket. “Ah, darling. It’s about time you arrived.” Kol stated, greeting you with a hug and a long kiss on the lips.

“Oh you two lovebirds.” Rebekah stopped to compliment.

“So, I brought my favorite Tim Burton movies that we can watch.” You said to Kol, pulling the movies out of your bag for Kol to see, then put it back inside. You would love to give Hope some of your attention, but whenever Rebekah is here, she always tends to hog her.

“Whatever you like.” Kol said while looking at you with loving eyes.

Of course movie time meant cuddling in Kol’s bed under the warm blanket. 30 minutes into the movie, Kol had his hand over your thigh. It wasn’t long until the temptation got to him which led him to slowly traveling his hand high towards your core. Since you’re the one that’s probably wanted it more than him, you were more than happy to allow Kol to do whatever he wanted to you.

You started breathing heavily and let out light moans while he slowly rubbed his fingers in circles through your panties. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, the both of you were ripping each others clothes off.

Before getting too aggressive, Kol stopped himself so that he can take his time with you. This was a first considering when you two were friends with benefits, you were practically attacking each other. But this moment, at this pace was a euphoric experience.

You’ve never made love to anyone like you’ve done with him and you have the confidence to say that he’s the best you ever had, enough to put you to sleep. As Kol was spooning you while you were asleep, he made sure to kiss you goodnight. “So much for finishing this movie, love.” He whispered in your ear.

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a/n: i don’t really know what this is, but i based it off of a dream i had last night. also i didn’t know what to title this (if you have a better title, or want to request something, tell me)

You were sitting on your bed, typing something out on your laptop, when Shawn walked inside your apartment and collapsed onto the couch. You two were in America for a few weeks, while Shawn did some promo stuff for his tour. He was at a magazine interview all morning, so you thought you’d work on some stuff for your journalism class. “Hey, baby, how was your interview?” You asked, closing your laptop and setting it on the coffee table.

“Was boring.” Shawn replied, toeing off his shoes and stretching out on the couch. He laid his head in your lap, and your fingers began to card through his hair. “Mm, feels nice.”

“You tired?” You asked, smirking. “Why don’t you take a nap? Get some rest before that press thing we have later.” You suggested, knowing Shawn was supposed to attend a small gathering for people in his label.

“Can you nap with me?” He asked, stripping out of his black shirt and jeans.

You nodded, plugging your phone into it’s charger. You crawled into the hotel’s bed and curled up next to Shawn, after setting an alarm for a few hours.

The setting sun woke you up, and you saw it had only been about forry-five minutes since you fell asleep. You saw Shawn was still snoring away, so you carefully rolled off of the bed, and walked into the bathroom. You exited the cool room and did your best to open the sliding door to the room’s balcony as quietly as you could, as to not wake Shawn.

You had grabbed your phone on your way out, so you sat on one of the plush chairs and scrolled through Instagram, liking some pictures that you saw. Setting your phone on the table next to you, you grabbed a book you had brought out with you and began to read.

Sticking a bookmark in the page of your book, you looked up when you saw Shawn step outside. “What time is it?” You asked, standing up.

“Little past five.” Shawn sniffled, running a hand through his sleep-matted hair.

“Ok,” You nodded. You two had to be in the lobby of the hotel in a little less than two hours. “Guess we should start getting ready?” You asked, wrapping your arms around Shawn’s torso.

“In a little.” Shawn said, kissing you. You early kissed back, and only broke apart when you two needed air.

“How was your nap?” You asked quietly, opening the door. The cool air from the air condtioner welcomed you, and Shawn shrugged.

“I’ve slept better.” He stretched, and your eyes were torn from his face to the sliver of skin peeking out from his shirt. “Why don’t you go take a shower? I need to call Andrew, check in on some stuff.” Shawn smiled.

Once you two had gotten ready and met up with everyone in the lobby, you all headed towards the hotel’s restaurant. Shawn grabbed your hand as you two followed Andrew to one of the tables, and you smiled at him.

Sitting down, you looked at the menus, and Shawn’s hand stayed on your knee while he looked at the menu and talked with some of his labelmates. You all ordered your food, and Shawn moved so his head was resting on your shoulder. “You comfortable?” You asked quietly, knowing it must’ve been awkward considering you were shorter than him.

“Perfect.” He said, lifting your hand to his mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You smiled, sqeezing his hand.

a/n: how do u finish something because i never know how to end these. also i got a desk in my room after about 269276 years of asking for one :D 

#342 [Seth Rollins]

Requested, #342, “Excuse me, I have to go make a scene.” - he’s with the whole Triple H feud, you’re also a diva so you just walk out to the ring defending Seth & you break kayfabe (Prompt from here.)

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“See you at the arena?”

“Yep.” You accepted your boyfriend’s kiss, and then watched him walk out of your shared hotel room, luggage trailing behind him.

Returning to your own packing, you glanced out the window trying to determine if you needed any type of jacket over your dress or not. Deciding to take the risk, you packed away all your items, and after confirming nothing was getting forgotten, left the room. You headed down to the lobby, where Charlotte was sitting in a chair, scrolling on her phone, her own luggage around her.

“Hey chica,” you greeted her, gaining her attention.

“Hello my love! Ready?”

“Let’s go,” you confirmed, as she stood up and got her things organized to leave.

“Seth already leave?”

“He did. Few minutes ago.”

“Ya know, I could always just third wheel it? Makes it easier.”

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release the hounds

warning: this contains MASSIVE SPOILERS for the release the hounds episode Joe was in

Word Count: 1,790

Rating: PG-13

You had the drinks and the snacks out, and your comfy clothes were on, but you weren’t sure you were ready. You set everything up whilst Joe started his vlogging clip, explaining how the two of you would be watching the episode of Release the Hounds that he was in since you hadn’t seen it yet. 

“Now, I haven’t told her anything about it purposefully because I wanted to be able to see her true reaction. Are you excited?” He flipped the camera to you, making his way over to the couch to join you.

“I’m nervous! You came home covered in bruises and limped around for a right few days, I’m scared to see what they do to you!” You explained, keeping your voice light and playful, but you truly were a bit scared. It wasn’t a secret that you were a very protective person over the people that you love, so you weren’t sure how the show would make you feel.

“Awe, always lookin’ out for me. It’s not that bad really, I think you’ll like it!” He turned his attention back to the camera again, flipping it around so he could speak to his viewers. “Now, I’m not allowed to film whilst it’s on, cause I’ll get copyrighted and such, so let me know what you thought of it in the comments if you watched, and I will see you guys tomorrow, but remember! I’m not a sally bogger.” And with that he ended the clip, sitting his camera down on the table before turning down the lights and finally joining you on the couch.

He chuckled at the rate in which you were eating the popcorn, because he knew it was what you did during scary shows and movies.

“Babe it’ll be alright. Obviously I made it out alive, I’m right here,” he teased, pulling you close to his side. You knew it was irrational, but there was just something about action that made you nervous – probably because you cared for characters so easily. So seeing your boyfriend in the action was sure to be a disaster.

“I know I know, I just don’t like seeing you get hurt,” you pouted and he rolled his eyes, but he felt warm all over. It wasn’t often that you got to care for him, and he was enjoying it more than he probably should.

The intro made you jump as the show began, which drew a chuckle from Joe. He was going to enjoy this, he was sure of it.

The beginning already had you on edge, watching him be bounced around in a speeding car.

“They should really give you seat belts for that,” you groaned, cuddling up closer to him subconsciously.

“We were strapped in love, you just can’t see. I will say though, that bouncing about hurt my ass so bad.” He could tell you were already nervous, so he pulled you up to his side so he could wrap a reassuring arm around you. “Baby, you’re practically shaking. We don’t have to watch this if you don’t wan-“

“Shhh,” you shushed him as they climbed out of the van. He had been so excited to go, and even more excited for you to watch. You were going to make it through if it killed you.

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A Little Mistake Messenger

Ch. 1 Ch. 2 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 5 Ch. 6 Ch. 7 Ch. 8  Ch. 9

Summary:  MC has exciting news to tell Zen and the other RFA members. That is until the MC gets a shock from Zen. MC finds comfort in a close friend, Jumin Han.

Rating: M (language and adult themes)

Tags: Mystic Messenger, Jumin x MC, Zen x MC

Authors Note: I’ve been working on a 707 series while also working at this story as well. So that’s exciting! I hope my Jumin fanatics like myself reallllly enjoy this chapter. I’ve been listening to a Firefly music festival playlist for a lot of inspiration to get my butt in gear. 

I’d love to hear from you guys about what you like or what I can improve upon. Keep liking and sharing to spread the love <3 

Lazy weekends were the best weekends especially after Jumin got home from his business trip. Jumin was napping soundly on the couch Elizabeth the third purring on his chest with his hand on her body. I smiled to myself as I watched the two of them snoozing the afternoons away. I grabbed a blanket and gently laid it across his legs and on lower part of his chest. His top shirt buttons casually unbuttoned. Elizabeth moved in his arms at the startle of the blanket but settled back into her position once she realized I had helped her out.

I sat back down on the lounge chair and scrolled through my phone.

MC has logged into the Chatroom—

Jaehee: I’m relaxing at the beach getting some sun.

707: I burn to a crisp in the sun

Oh MC is here!

MC: Jaehee how is vacation going?

Jaehee: You can keep my job forever if you would like. 

Has Jumin ran you up a wall yet?

MC: hahaha hardly. 

Everything is good on our end, however business end is a different story.

Jaehee: What happened was it his father again?

MC: not quite Mr. Han per say more like Jumin’s fiance.

707: wait hes engaged that damn bastard

MC: no don’t misunderstand this is not his choosing.

Jaehee: and what happened?

MC: they may or may not believe that Jumin and I are-

Jaehee: He did what?

MC: Its just a misunderstanding, until Jumin can collect enough information to refuse this marriage proposal.

707: Oh thank God! 

I was worried that I would have to come save you from Jumins clutches. 

Defender of Justice to save the innocent MC from the gate keeper Jumin.

MC: all good on this end here! 

Seven don’t worry I’ll know who to call to save me next time.

707: All is well then.





-707 has logged out-

Jaehee: I have to go too I need another drink.

MC: Don’t have too much fun you have to come back soon!

Jaehee: No promises here.

–Jaehee has logged out—

 It was inevitable that I would run into Zen news on my Facebook page. South Korean Musical Actor Trending in the United States of America. I quickly scrolled past the news page my friends shared on Facebook. Hyun Ryu and Amelia Corina officially an item? I turned my phone over trying to ignore the burning feeling in my heart. 

I could not tear my eyes away at his calm and collected mannerism. Did he even lose any sleep over me? He looked as if he didn’t spend too much time letting a breakup hinder his acting and public appearance. Hyun was somebody now, and I was just holding him back. It took me a week and RFA taking turns keeping my mind occupied before I was finally composed enough to be alone.

Why was I craving to see him, was it because he was happy and doesn’t seem to be too worried about a cheating scandal? I still cared for Zen. I will always love him in some way or the other. I cant forget the man that he was before things started to go downhill. Still, I can admire him from afar. Maybe one day Jaehee and I can fangirl over him and we can bring the baby to watch Zen on the TV.

There were thousands of pictures mostly of Zen, and selfies on date nights. Late nights under the stars, his motorcycle, backstage at his musicals. Was he happy? Was he finally accomplishing his dreams? Did the woman in the new pictures know how he likes his DVD collection at home? How he snores lightly when he’s exhausted from a long night of drinking?

I looked at my camera roll on my phone hesitant to look at the beginning. If I wanted a clean slate I needed to delete photos off of my phone. It was going to be now or never. I selected every photo, video, selfie, and saved screen shots I had saved since I met him. I quickly hit the delete button before my heavy fingers would change their mind. Clearing out all the memories, and moments that I treasured the most with Zen. I took a deep breath as I emptied my trash bin on my phone.

I felt as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I could start looking forward to cute baby pictures. I finally opened my text messages and deleted any and every message with Zen involved in it. It would be better to rid myself of the temptation to look back and feel sorry about myself. I smiled to myself that I was finally released from a large amount of temptation to look at those photos that brought me so much happiness.

I was startled by Elizabeth crawling in my lap. I looked over at Jumin who was lazily stretching out on the couch with a loud groan. I pet her soft white fur as she sat down between my legs encouraging me to pet her.

“Have you decided to sit with the ladies?” I said to Elizabeth who was enjoying extra attention from another person.

She cozied herself up on my knee and sprawling out. “She just wants more attention” Jumin said groggily and I laughed at her cute little face and tail.

“Jumin, Elizabeth the Third needs a womanly figure in her life to keep her straight. Sometimes it’s good to take a short reprieve from her favorite and only man in her life.”

He laughed and sat up on the couch, blanket wrapped around his shoulders and hair disheveled in all directions. I smiled to myself at his rare and slightly appearance. Jumin would hate to look like a mess in front of anyone.

“What are you smiling at?” He asked looking at me seated on the edge of the couch arms resting on his legs.

“Nothing!” I told him scratching behind Elizabeth’s ears averting his stare and blush on my cheeks. I took out my phone and took a quick picture of Elly. I knew who to send this picture to, Seven. Seven immediately responded with heart emojis: “Elly my love! She is so adorable! Jumin however looks like he just woke up with the bad case of bed head.”

“Wait was I in that picture that you just took?” He asked sitting upright on the couch. “Maybe. A lady never divulges her secrets Jumin.” I teased and he smirked. “Can I see it?” He asked softly.
I got up and sat next to him on the couch and showed him the picture.

“God is that what my hair looks like?” He ran a hand through it in an attempt to fix it only making it stick further out. I laughed uncontrollably at his hair and his expression when he asked me if it looked any better. He got up and went to his room. “Can you help me since my efforts have been to no avail.”

“Yes Jumin.” I sat on the top of the couch and had him between my legs. “Let me know if I pull your hair.”

I carefully brushed his hair back towards my body. “Have you ever worn it any other way or has it always looked like this?”

“Its been the same for as long as I can remember.”

“Jumin have you ever been in relationships with other women before?”


“I didn’t mean for it to sound like that, I just never have seen you show interest in many women our age. Nothing is wrong with that I was just wondering.”

“Women are out for my fathers money and influence not so much myself. The way to my fathers heart seems to be through winning me over. None of them actually cared for me or was around long enough for one anyways. Most women only see me as money and future CEO.”

“I understand your difficulty then finding someone you can actually trust and talk too aside from V and Rika.”

“Yes it was only them for a while but now that V is absent and Rika passed I only have Elizabeth.”

“You have me too Jumin.”

“I know and I’m thankful for some sanity in the madness.” He sighed deeply. “How does it look?”

“It doesn’t look half bad pulled back.” I said and he got up to look at himself.

“If I didn’t look old before this makes me look much older now.”

“I think you look mature, well you already looked mature. More mature.” I said shuffling down to the couch.

“You think I would scare Jaehee if I wore it like this?” He asked smiling as he ruffled his hair out with a shake of his head and hair returned to its normal position on his head.

“I think she would think something was wrong.” He smiled shaking his head.

“What were you doing earlier on your phone? You looked upset?” He asked concerned tone in his voice.

“Hmm oh I was just deleting photos.”

“Of him?”

“Yes of him.” Silence deafened between the two of us before he spoke again.

“You still love him?”

“I don’t love him now but I think I always will hold a place for him. There is a baby that will probably remind me of Zen every day soon.”

“Is love a strange and powerful emotion?” He asked sitting back down on the couch his arms reclined back on the couch behind him. I looked at his face searching himself for some grasp on his tone and curiosity.

“Love?” How do I describe love?

“Well love is different for everyone,” I tried to explain. “Theres the love you have for your family or your father. The love you have for your friends V, Seven, Yoosung, and Jaehee. Finally there is romantic love that you feel towards another person.”

“I love Elizabeth the Third, is that more a familial love?”

“Yes exactly shes a part of your family.”

“Familial love is similar to when Yoosung and Seven talk about chocolate milk and cat jokes?” I nodded my head smiling. Jumin trying to make mental connections to the emotions he was feeling and putting a name to the emotion and it was written on a furrowed line on his forehead. The wrinkle he gets when he is deep in concentration and deep thought. He was silent again before he spoke up once more. 

“What about romantic love?” His asked softly in my direction. 

I took my time trying to find the right words in which to describe romantic love to him that would make the most sense. Your heart starts racing uncontrollably out of your chest around them. Your face gets red when they say anything remotely similar to flirting.” He nodded his head. “Do you find it hard to eat when you think about them?” he asked genuinely. “I think so depending on the situation.”

He met my eyes in an instant, “I think I know what it is.” His hand rested on top of my hand his eyes locked with mine. His fingers grasping onto the sides of my hand and making small circular motions with his pointer finger. I took a deep intake of air before speaking “Romantic or passionate love for another person I think is when you put the other person before yourself, and you worry not just for your needs but for theirs and in a more intimate way. Physically and mentally.” 

His dark eyes stared into my own and I was memorized at the deep color of them as our eyes locked onto one another. “I think I know what it is,” he said moving closer to me on the couch. My face felt warm under his intense stare. Jumin closed the space that was between his lips within inches of my own. I closed my eyes in anticipation of his warm lips to meet mine. His hand sliding to the back of my head. 

There was a loud knock on the door. I immediately sat back and lowered my eyes to avert his own. He cleared his throat and buttoned his shirt to check the door. 

“Jumi! I came to-“ a loud and shrilling high pitched voice pierced through the air and could only belong to the voice of a red-haired, overly perfumed woman in a purple dress.

“This is not a good time Sarah.” Jumin said and she barged into his home. Sarah threw open the door that Jumin was guarding. He palmed his head in frustration. .

“Oh shes here.” I shifted in my seat making sure my little baby bump was hidden from her watchful eye. Shit. The ultrasound was on his fridge. This could implicate Jumin already more than he already was.

“shes my lover of course she would be here.” Jumin said coming to sit by me leaning on the sofa arm casually.

“I brought something for Liz!”

“Elizabeth the third?” Jumin corrected

“yes the cat,” Sarah snared back at him.

I slowly got up to make my way over to the fridge. “Shall I let you two discuss?”

“No I want you to stay.” Jumin said grabbing my hand from my side. I turned to look at him and his expression pleading for help. His slim fingers intertwined into my own.

“So how did you two officially meet?”Sarah asked trying to latch herself onto Jumin. Her breasts spilling out of her top as she attempted to press herself to his arm. Jumin immediately shook her off in disgust and need for personal space. I gave him some space as he tried to push her off of him. 

“Well-“ I started when Jumin chimed in. 

“She is the coordinator for RFA parties for a while, and-“

“I have no interest in Jumin’s businesses, he’s a genuinely kind man with a huge heart.” I added as i looked at Sarah who looked like she bit into something sour and bitter. 

 “Romantic love will never last.”

Her comment struck a nerve deep within me. 

“I know that, more than anyone.” She started going through my papers i had laying on the dining room table. I stepped in front of her putting the papers back to their location.

“You have a limited amount of time with the people you love than you spend that time doing just that.”

“I have a right to see what those documents are since I am his fiance.”

“No you don’t. and No you are not. You can leave the gift for Elizabeth on the table and then escort yourself out.” I was fuming with annoyance. Jumin was smirking behind me at how little patience I had for this woman.

“Jumin are you going to let her speak to me in such ways? I know you are faking this relationship with your secretary. Wont you let me comfort you?”

“I find no issue with her tone.Is that so? We are faking it?” He said questionably at her comment. His arms folded against his chest in annoyance.

“MC.” Jumin said grabbing my arm and pulling myself towards him closely. He felt like he was on fire from the heat he was exuding.

“I want to be honest with my feelings for you. I had intentions on letting our relationship grow however I ant deny that there is a strong attraction to you. I cannot hold myself back any longer.”


I felt his hand on my chin and he pressed his lips firmly against mine. My mind went blank at his tender kiss. I wanted more. I needed more. But I also needed to breathe before I was consumed in his heat. I looked into Jumins eyes that were tenderly looking into my own. I don’t know how long we stood there just looking at each other. 

“You would kiss her in front of your own fiance!” Sarah screamed and loudly screaming at us both. Sarah must have let herself out on her own because I was too busy letting Jumin consume me with his tender kisses. Jumins hand placed behind my head. My hands holding tightly onto his shirt. I let my guard down and allowed myself to initiate the kiss again and pressed myself into his warm and soft lips. His tongue tracing around my lip as if asking for permission from my lips to enter.

He was the first to pull away his head resting on mine. “I have been wanting to kiss you for a long time now.” He smiled kissing my head as if I were a child. 

“Did you mean what you said earlier?”

“All of it.” He just held me tightly against his chest. 

“I have never felt this much before I met you.” He whispered into my ear and I smiled knowing that he was becoming more open with himself and allowing himself to feel. He pressed his lips against mine as if he was trying to consume the air in my lungs. My lips brushing against his over and over again.

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What did I do wrong? - Chandler Riggs

Okay so this wasn’t asked for. But I’m hecka bored and I have nothing better to do with my life. This is gonna be a little cute.. imagine I guess? Let me know if this is actually something yall wanna see more of :) Ps. Please keep in mind I’m doing this on my phone and not on a computer, and there’s probs gonna be some spelling/grammar errors. * summary * You work on the set of TWD, playing the role of “Olive”, young girl who was found on her own and quickly become friends with Carl. After a unexpected scene, tension grows. While on set, and off (within the fandom) a ship name is made. But for some reason Chandler doesn’t seem to fond of it. ———- “Carl, please. You can’t go out there. Do you have a death wish?” I grab onto his wrist holding him from moving forward. He takes a breath and looks back at me. “I’m sorry. I have to.” He turns again and starts to walk away. My eyes start to water. “Wait!” I blurt out. What am I doing. Chandler turns to me confused. That wasn’t part of my scrip.We both know that.But nothing happens. He keeps his act up and stares at me. I run up to him and take my hands, holding his face. His face goes stiff as he keeps his eyes on me. Why am I doing this? Why is no one stopping me? Why hasn’t anyone yelled cut??? “Please don’t die.” I say. In that moment, without realizing it. I kiss him. He’s taken aback and pulls away after the kiss. “I won’t.” He says finally walking away. The cameras stop, the lights turn off and the entire room is silent. “Wow. That was… wow.” The director walks over clapping. “Just so you know, we’re keeping that in. Was priceless.” He says patting my shoulder. (2 WEEKS LATER) It’s been 2 weeks since I pulled off that kiss in set. Chandler won’t talk to me unless we’re recording, which I don’t understand. What did I do? I get that what I did was unexpected and uncalled for. But there’s no reason to just completely stop talking to me. The ship name “Carlive” took way not to long ago, practically leaving Chandler speechless. “Just go up to talk to him. He must have a valid reason. Ask him.” I was talking to Melissa. She’s always been my on set mom. “Alright. I just really miss him, his smile… laugh. The way he would look me in the eyes every time we would talk.. now he just acts like I’m invisible. Like nothing.” “Sounds like you’ve fallen Y/N” I sigh knowing she’s right. “Yea..” She smiles taking me in for a hug. “I think I saw him over by makeup” she says pulling away. Standing, I wipe off my pants and make my way to Chandler. I spot him sitting on one of the lounge chairs scrolling through his phone. Taking a deep breath I walk up to him. “Chandler.” Nothing. “Chandler?” Not a word. “Chandler. Come on.” Zip zap, bipiddy bap, would look at that. nothing. I sigh and take a seat in front of him. “You know what? I’m really sick your shit. I don’t know why you won’t talk to me, I don’t know what happened between us. You’re treating me like complete shit and I’m really not enjoing it.” I look at him still scrolling through his phone and that’s when I’ve had it. I take his phone out of his hands and shove it in my pocket. He groans and finally for the first time in 2 weeks, looks at me. “Can’t you explain. I just don’t understand Chandler. After what happened you’ve completely shut me out. What did I do!?” He quickly stands looking me dead in the eyes. “You wanna know what you did to me? You wanna know why I don’t talk or even look at you anymore unless I have to? You wanna know why I hate that fucking ship name so much!?” He’s suddenly got me pinned up against the wall his lips by my neck. My breath cuts short and I freeze. “Because you made me love you.” My eyes widen and I feel his lips ever so lightly touch my neck. “You made me love your eyes” kiss. “Your laugh” kiss. “Your lips” He looks me in the eyes placing his forehead on mine, then slowly kisses my lips. “You made me love all of you and the worst part is I’ll never get you… that’s why.” He pulls away and walks back to the rest of the cast. I let out a sigh and slowly slide down to the ground. “What the hell just happened?” —– OKAY SO YEA. idfk if that was any good. Probs not. IN WHICH CASE U SHOULD GO READ @strugglingfairy s STuFf cuz iTs acTuALlY sO gooD. Oh and this whole like… “What did I do wrong” type thing may or may not be very relevant to me rn cUz GUYS ARE CONFUSIBG YEA? anywhooo let me know if you want a part 2 or something? Idk. Kk love u bYe.

Originally posted by aliciasdaryl


Yoongi huffed as he walked into the hotel room in Busan, the guys had a photoshoot that day, but all he could think about was how ever since you had become his assistant, he literally only saw you at work. Maybe this was a mistake. He thought as he laid down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. But she’s doing an amazing job. His mind rang and he nodded to himself. Since you had gotten there, everything moved much smoother for him. You just seemed to be one step ahead of him in every aspect, but then he looked down at his phone and saw that the last text you had sent him was work related. He missed you being there.

Trying to shrug off the feeling of loneliness, he opened his bag to unpack. Laying on top of everything was a candy bar with a note attached.

It may not be a coffee date, but think of it as a rain check. Enjoy Busan, takes some great photos. Wish I could have gone with. – Y/N

He smiled at the note, carefully folding it and putting it in his wallet. It was reassuring to have that little note with him, it made him know that you hadn’t forgotten about him. Another feeling bubbled in his heart as he placed his wallet back in pocket and tried to suppress it. He didn’t want things to change even more than they had with you, but since the very beginning, he realized that there was something about you that kept him coming back for more. He was drawn to your smile and your witty remarks, the way you would roll your eyes at him, and your ability to laugh off the small stuff. Yoongi knew he was falling for you, he just was too scared to admit it.

A knock erupted on his door and Jimin came bouncing in.

Let’s go explore Busan! Jungkook and I are all ready to show you guys around! He exclaimed and Yoongi grabbed his camera, nodding and closing his hotel door as he followed the excited member out.

You were back in Seoul, your office lit by your computer screen. You hadn’t realized just how long you had been sitting there working, until you looked up to see the sun had gone down and now you were shrouded in darkness. Turning on the lights in your office, you stretched, and walked around to wake yourself up a bit. Looking in the fridge, you saw a cold brew coffee and cracked the can open. Letting out a long sigh after chugging down a majority of the contents, you looked around your desk. I know Yoongi hides candy in here somewhere. You began looking around, getting on your hands and knees as you crawled under your desk to see where he might have put it.

It was at that moment that Hyun Wook walked into your office.

Is anyone home? He called out and it startled you, and you smacked your head against the bottom of your desk. Oh my god, are you okay?! Hyun Wook asked you with concern and you nodded as you sat down.

I was looking for candy. You murmured and Hyun Wook looked at you with confusion.

And you thought it would be under your desk? He asked and you nodded.

Yoongi hides it everywhere. You muttered and Hyun Wook shook his head, still seeming confused.

Ah, I was wondering, since the boss man is gone, want to grab a drink? He rubbed his hands together and smiled. It’ll be fun! There’s this place down the road that makes the best cocktails, we can have a couple and see where the night takes us. He wiggled his eyebrows in a suggestive motion and you shook your head, chuckling.

I’m good, Hyun Wook. I actually have a lot to get done here. Maybe we can all get a drink at some point? You asked and Hyun Wook shrugged.

I guess? I was kind of hoping it would be a you and me kind of thing. He mentioned and you looked at him with a bit of an idea dawning.

Oh, you meant — You pointed at yourself then at him and back at yourself. Ooooh! You exclaimed, you didn’t want to seem rude, but you never saw Hyun Wook like that. You always pictured him as the guy that made sure you and Yoongi didn’t kill each other, in all honesty, Hyun Wook was nice, but he just wasn’t your type. It seemed like Hyun Wook got the hint from your reaction and shook his head.

Hey, I shouldn’t have asked, maybe we all can go out sometime. He shrugged. But can I ask you something? You looked at him with expectation and he sighed. Are you into Yoongi? He asked and your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

No, no. …. You said in a less than convincing tone. To be frank, it was hard not to think about Yoongi in that way. The more time you spent with him, the harder it was to not picture him as something more. He would look at you and give you a sweet smile when you made sure his schedule was right or how he would seem disappointed when the two of you had to part ways, you just started to fall for that. You just hadn’t admitted it to yourself out loud yet.

Hyun Wook shook his head with a bit of a smile.

I should have known. He murmured and you gave him a wide eyed expression. If it means anything, the way he looks at you would make me think he feels the same. Hyun Wook said and turned on his heels and left. You sat back in your chair, still rubbing the spot that you had hit your head and sighed.

I like Min Yoongi. You whispered to the empty air.

Your phone buzzed with a message. Yoongi was texting you. Quickly unlocking your phone, you opened your messages and scrolled to his name.

Thanks for the candy, it’s an acceptable rain check … I guess. I took these while I was out with the guys earlier today and thought you might like them. Ignore Tae jumping around, you know how he gets when we go anywhere without the managers. – MY

You scrolled through the pictures, laughing at the photos of Tae smiling widely at Yoongi. There were pictures of the Busan sunset, and the skyline. You sat back in the chair and scrolled through the pictures, then you received another message.

I wish you were here. – MY

You smiled at the message and sighed.

I’m really falling for Min Yoongi. You said aloud and felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

Impress Me, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Reader has to interview Lin last minute and has no idea who he is.

Words: 1542

Author’s Note: I fell in love with the idea that Lin’s dad will only refer to him as ‘Lin-Manuel’? I have no idea why? Lots of dialogue cause…you know…it’s an interview thing. Also…this is the 13th fic I’ve written for Lin…whaaaaatttt.

Warnings: Cursing. A baby I decided to name ‘Elizabeth/Eliza’.

Askbox | Masterlist | Part 2

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Toothbrush in mouth, keys in hand, purse thrown over your shoulder, you descended the stairs of your New York apartment building.

Of course Chris was sick. Of course you were the only one who could fill in. Of course you had no idea who the guy you were interviewing was.

To top it all off, you were late picking up your niece from your sister’s place.

You found yourself pushing her stroller as she sat excited, glancing upward at any person who passed by and happily waving at them. Most waved back.

The cafe was closed. The lights were on, but it was quite early to be open. You knocked twice.

“Sorry, we’re not open until 9.” The barista said, taking in your disheveled appearance and the child you were pushing along.

“I’m here to do an interview. Lin-Manuel Miranda?” You self-consciously adjusted yourself.

“He’s here.” She held the door open as you struggled to fit the stroller through the entrance.

He stood as you approached him. He was nothing like the pictures you had quickly glanced at on google. He was clean shaven, short haired, and wasn’t dawning a period costume.

“You’re not Chris.” He stated, offering his hand to shake, “And neither are you.” He knelt down to your niece’s level. She waved at him, he happily and enthusiastically waved back.

“Chris had to cancel, but I have his notes.” You held up the giant packet you had to print this morning, “This is Elizabeth.” You slammed the packet on the table before moving her from the stroller to the highchair the barista had offered, “And I’m Y/N.”

You quickly ordered before you both took your seats, him sipping the coffee he had already been served and you frantically shuffling through the papers Chris had supplied.

“Do you know who I am?” There wasn’t cockiness, there was a genuine curiosity. You winced at the question.

“No?” He beamed at the answer, sitting up in his seat.

“May I?” He glanced at the notes in your hand. You hesitated. “Trade you?” He fished in the pockets of his coat before pulling out a gently used notebook. His personal notebook.

You considered it for a moment before agreeing, pushing the notes across to him. He took them, pushing his notebook across to you.

“Off the record?” He asked before you could get your hands on it.

“You know you don’t really have to say ‘off the record’? Your publicist approves everything before it goes to print.”

“I know.” He smiled, letting his notebook go, “It just seemed like a cool thing to say.”

You flipped through a few pages, his handwriting was large and scattered, as if he was trying to write faster than his mind out of fear the words would disappear. You glanced up at him for a moment to see him frantically scratching away at the packet with a pen. Sometimes his eyes would skim down a page and crumple it up, throwing it to the side.

Elizabeth begins to stir, preparing herself to cry. Before you could move, Lin offers her his hand, and she completely stops her fussing to tug at his fingers. He hums quietly, a song you couldn’t place, but comforted her enough for her to settle back into a calm state.

You didn’t comment, just ducked your head back into his book.

“Alright.” He finally said, pushing back what remained of the packet. “Ask me these questions.”

The questions he left you with only took a few minutes to get through, leaving you with nearly an hour left over. You set aside your notes, but continued recording.

“What do you do with your time now?”

At some point during the interview, Elizabeth had begun to stir again and Lin acted out of instinct, lifting her out of her high chair with your permission and began to walk in paces from wall to wall of the cafe with her tucked close to his chest.

You turned your chair and sat on it backwards to take in what he said in a hushed voice.

“Anything. I went on vacation, which is unheard of for me. I wrote a show on never wanting to leave my fucking neighborhood.” You also learned he cursed like a sailor, “If you could go on vacation right now, where would you go? Just hop on the first flight there with no consequences.”

“I don’t know, maybe I’d just hop on the first flight period. See where it takes me.”

“See, I couldn’t do that! The uncertainty…it’s insane. It’s consuming! I don’t know why it exists, probably that whole fear of death thing? Pretty crazy.”

And there it was. A completely different person than the person who had answered your pre-prepared questions. No longer scripted, and with a baby in his arms, he was completely open.

“Fear of death?” You pressed on.

“Everyone has it. Nobody likes to admit it. Every time you’re driving up a hill, too close to the edge don’t you think ‘Hey, what if I drove off?’. Everyone does it, I probably do it way too often.” He turned his attention back to Elizabeth, “Is she yours?”

“My sister’s.” You answered, “I’m not married, don’t have any kids.” You added before you could stop yourself.

“Good.” Was all he said as he settled Elizabeth, who he now fondly called ‘Eliza’, back into her stroller.

“Alright.” You mused, “You’re like, a pretty big deal, right?”

“Eh…” He answered, shrugging his shoulders and taking the spot across from you.

“I’ll take that as a yes. Impress me.”

“What? Like, rap? Something from Hamilton?”

“If you think that’ll impress me.” You challenged, nonchalantly brushing dirt off your pants.

“Alright.” He smirked back, making your confidence waver for a second. He pulled his phone out, quickly unlocking it and opening the contacts app, “Who do you want to call?”

He slid out of his chair and took the seat next to you, allowing you to hover over his shoulder as he scrolled through.

“You have Jennifer Lopez in your phone as ‘Jenny From the Block’?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“Have I mentioned you’re kinda a nerd?” He beamed as he continued his scrolling. “I know who I want to talk to.” He hummed, and you almost changed your mind when he passed Robert Downey Jr, “I want to call your father.”

This certainly took him by surprise as you happily snatched his phone away in search of a contact labeled ‘Dad’. When it came up with nothing, you remembered who you were sitting with and instead found him under ‘Mi Padre’.

You hit ‘Call’ before he could stop you and put the call on speaker as the two of you huddled around the phone. He prayed his father wouldn’t say something too embarrassing. You prayed that he did.

“Lin-Manuel, why are you calling me in the middle of the day? Some of us regular people have jobs.”

“I already love him.” You whispered to Lin.

“Padre, I’m doing an interview. I said she could call anyone on my phone and she picked you.” There was a pregnant pause, making you think for a moment you had scared him off.

“I would have called JLo.” Was his answer, causing you to laugh nearly loud enough to wake up Elizabeth. “Is that her?”

“Yes! Hello Mr. Miranda! Sorry if we’re interrupting something.” You prayed you hadn’t, not wanting to make a horrible first impression with him

“Lin-Manuel she sounds beautiful! Have you done something stupid yet?”

“Not yet.” Lin giggled, proud of himself.

“Well, it’s only a matter of time.” Lin’s smile immediately fell. “I have a meeting, I’ll call you after I get out. Ask the beautiful woman out, Lin-Manuel!” Before Lin could chime in, the connection was gone.

You imagined Mr. Miranda happily strolling into his meeting with a shit-eating grin.

“You had to pick him.”

“Let’s call your Mom next!” You snatched the phone, sprinting out of your chair, scrolling for any sign of ‘Mom’ in his contacts. Before you could get very far, hands were at your waist, stopping you from getting away. You tried to keep the phone away, wiggling into the cafe wall, but his reach was too long for you.

You attempted to wrestle it back, but he held it high over your head, leaving you pinned against the cafe wall, glaring up at him.

He smirked down at you before locking his phone and pocketing it, not moving away from you.

“So, should I take my father’s well-meaning advice?” He fidgeted under your gaze, suddenly appearing nervous, “Should I ask out the beautiful woman?” You hesitated for a moment, allowing him to fidget more.

“Fine. But I get to call Jenny from the Block next time.” You placed one finger on his chest, pushing slightly so you could move past him, ready to collect your things and to get Elizabeth back home.

As you sauntered on, you heard a grunt and a crash. You whipped around to find Lin had attempted to follow you, only to trip over himself and fall straight onto his ass.

“My dad did warn you it was only a matter of time until I did something stupid.”


Dating Justin - Series

“This game is rigged,” Hailey protested as you entered the den, tossing the Xbox controller to Kendall who was eager to play a round against Za. Fredo and Khalil were currently in the middle of placing bets on who would win next when your eyes wandered over to Justin. He sat comfortably in the recliner chair, scrolling through his phone until he saw you standing there. He smiled a bit and shoved his phone into his pocket, spreading his legs and patting his thigh for you to come and sit down.

“Come here,” he instructed quietly.

You hesitated, chewing on the skin of your lip, because you never really felt comfortable being affectionate in public. By the mischievous smirk slipping over Justin’s lips, you knew that’s exactly what he wanted.

After a moment of contemplation, you strode over towards him and sat maidenly on the edge of his leg, only to have him pulls you closer to the warmth of his crotch by your waist. Your face became a vibrant shade of scarlet and instinctively, you looked around to see if anyone noticed the two of you. Justin’s hand slid up and down the bare skin on your thigh that was exposed by the mini skirt you wore just as you realized that nobody was paying attention.

Turning sideways in his lap, you draped an arm around him and leveled to meet his creamy brown eyes. His hand squeezed your ass tenderly, catching you by surprise and forcing a quiet gasp from your mouth.

“I like how this looks on you,” he whispered seductively into your ear. He knew exactly how you felt about PDA and he knew that pushing all of the right buttons to turn you on would cloud your fear of being caught and teased by the others. Pressing his lips to yours, he slid his hand up your shirt, cupping your breast through your bra. You felt yourself being lost in his embrace until the commotion around you started to die down.

Worried, you pulled away from the kiss and turned your head. Everyone was now studying the television. Sighing, you turned back to Justin and settled into the crook of his neck, nipping gently at the skin on his sweet spot. You could feel him hardening underneath you and it caused you to stir a bit. He only moaned softly into your ear and continued palming your sensitive breasts, whispering about how badly he wanted you into your ear. You’d just started forming a hickey when your heard a high pitched squeal and you jumped back from Justin’s grip.

“You two were just having sex!” Kendall bursted into laughter causing everyone else to focus on you and Justin. Suddenly, just like a domino effect, everyone else started to comment and laugh. Justin pulled you closer to him and rolled his eyes.

“Get a room,” Fredo teased tossing a pillow your way.

I closed my eyes and hid in Justin’s chest, too embarrassed to see what everyone else was saying. “How about you all just get the fuck out?” Justin retorted causing them all to chuckle. “It’s our damn house, you’re in our room.”

“Whatever, man.” Khalil and Fredo teased as they got up and gathered their things, heading towards the door. Hailey and Kendall acted like the couldn’t stop laughing as they left, but when the door shut, relief washed over me.

I looked up to Justin, who was eyeing me down cautiously.

“It’s okay, Princess,” he pecked softly at my lips. “They were just being immature. You don’t have to worry about them.” He paused, licking his lips “You looked so innocent, letting me touch you while they were here. Now I’m gonna have to fuck that innocence right out of you.”

Hey Guys! I feel like I haven’t written in ages. Lemme know what you think. I miss it. & definitely send me more requests so I don’t run out of ideas.

“Who I Am Inside” Part 3

This day off was not going as planned. After dealing with those FBI agents, I’m on edge. To make things even better my boss called me in to receive some packages she ordered for the Library and sort through them. She couldn’t get them herself because the UPS was delivering them at 8 P.M and was babysitting her granddaughters.

I spent most of the day in the living room on my laptop typing, watching Friends, and eating an endless amount of popcorn with gobs of butter. At one point, I thought I would try to be productive, but everything was pretty much done. Getting antsy, I looked up stuff online about essential oils since I recently bought a diffuser. My absolute favorite recipe for it is 3 drops of lemongrass, 2 drops of peppermint, and 3 drops of lavender. It’s like inhaling heaven.

I also tried to look up strong connections at first sight, to see if I could find anything. Nothing popped up except love at first sight crap.

“Why am I even trying. It’s probably nothing.” I thought to myself

As the hours go by faster and faster. It was already time to head to the Library. I changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a black v-neck, my favorite cardigan, and my black pair of riding boots. Dressy, I know, but it all of it was lying in the chair next to the closet and I’m to lazy to look for anything else. Plus, knowing me, I would run into somebody I would know. Since I decided to pick up some stuff at the store afterwards.

I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. I got in and started blasting pandora with the aux cord. It took me only 7 minutes to get there since I live pretty close. As I hopped out of the car, I opened up the side door to the Library, and went immediately into the conference room. I turned on the light in there, since he usually pulls up this way when he delivers packages and sat in one of the comfy conference room chairs. Scrolling through facebook to pass the time.

As I sat there deep in thought, staring blankly at my screen, I heard a noise. It kept getting louder and louder. Until, I realized it was someone knocking on the side door. I ran to the door and he greeted me with a smile. He thanked me for signing, as he handed me the packages. I gave him a warm smile back, told him to have a nice night, then shut the door. I took the boxes back to the conference and organized them exactly how she wanted it. 30 minutes later I was done. Smiling to myself, realizing that I can go home now, I grabbed my purse and keys.

I looked around to make sure I got everything, when it seemed like I did, I turned to head home. Until I saw a shadowed figure out in the hallway, I gasped and yelled “Holy Shit!”. Quickly making out who the shadowed figure was, I grabbed at my chest, trying to calm myself down from almost having a full blown heart attack. It was Mike, the Library handyman. He was in his mid 50’s, kind of on the bigger side, and had light gray hair.

“Oh my gosh, Mike! You gave me a heart attack. Sorry for the language, but you scared me! What are you doing here?” I say frantically.

Mike never responded to my question. He just looked right at me. Like he could see my soul my soul or something. I was starting to freak out a little bit  because Mike was never like this. Always in a jolly good mood, and friendly. Reminded me of Santa.

I waited a couple more seconds before I started again.

“So, uhh Mike, watcha doing here?” my voice shaky as I uttered the words.

He came closer to me, still staring right into my eyes with a mean look upon his face. All of the sudden his eyes went completely black. I backed up into a table, hyperventilating, wanting to believe that this was some kind of prank. I knew it wasn’t when he made his way towards me.

I searched around the room for the exit. As my eyes land on it, I looked back at him. His expression getting angry by the minute. Before I knew it, I was bolting towards the back door. Running as fast as my legs could take me, while fearing for my life. Unlocking the door quickly, and pushing it open with force. I pushed it so hard that tripped and scraped my knee. It started bleeding bad, but I got back up and ran faster as he followed.

I felt like I was in a horror movie as I passed the parking lot, and ran past the railroad tracks. I stopped at the stoplight that had shined a bright glow over the street. I looked all around to see if he was still following me. I cussed myself out in my head for not running to my car, but it was parked on the other side of the Library. I saw no sign of him, but still had a feeling that I would piss my pants since I was afraid.

I calmed myself down and tried to think of what to do next. I reached for my phone and pulled up the phone number that Agent Craig Ramirez gave me. He said “anything at all…”. I bit my lip and dialed the number hoping that he would pick up. I held the phone to my ear and looked at the Library from where I was standing. Praying that this man would answer…

Sam’s Pov

*A Few Hours Earlier*

Cas came to the motel as soon as Dean prayed to him. He looked a little out of it, since he had been doing some research for another case back at the bunker. He also told as he started watching “Friends” on Netflix and that’s why he was forgot to check his cell.

“Hello, Dean. Hello, Sam. What Is Up?” He said in his deep, voice.

“Cas we need your help on something. I was wondering if you knew of a Y/n Greene?” I asked.

“Y/n Greene? Is she important to this case you’re working on? He asked curiously

“Sam feels like he has a ‘strong connection’ with her or something.” Dean mocks while cleaning his gun.

“Dean you promised you would help.” I said, getting pissed off.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So do you know her or not Cas?” asked Dean, gruffly.

“I’m not supposed to tell you.” Cas says bluntly

Dean and I shared a look with each other before pressing him on the matter.

“What do you mean you’re not aloud to tell us?” I asked Cas, confused.

“It’s against the rules.” He said, like we should know what that means

“Why is it against the rules, Cas?” Dean said, starting to get curious.

“You are supposed to figure out who she is, by yourselves.” He said, wanting this discussion to be over.

“Why can’t we just ask, you?” I said. Dean and I were trying to see if we could get him to spill the beans with annoying questions.

“It does not work like that.” starting to get annoyed. Dean and I pressed further.

“Why doesn’t it work like?” Dean asked, smiling to himself.

“I didn’t think you’d want another one, after Adam.” Cas said, completely annoyed.

Dean and I paused for a moment, processing what Cas just said.

“Wait, wait, wait a minute. You mean to tell us that she’s our sister?” I said, almost speechless.

Cas just realizing what he said, uttered the only word what he could think of.


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*Present Time*


“Hello, Agent Ramirez speaking.” I say in my best professional voice.

“Agent Ramirez, Agent Ramirez, are you there?” the distressed voice said, sounding like Y/n

“Y/n? Is that you? Are you ok?” I asked, fearing for the worst, especially after just finding out she’s my sister.

“Agent! Please I need your help! There was this guy an-” Y/n said practically crying

“I’m on my way! Where are you?” I asked.

“I’m near the Library, under the closets streetlight. Please hurry, Agent! I’m so scared.” she says, barely getting her words out between sobs.

“Stay right there! Don’t move ok! Everything will be fine! We are on our way!” I said in a calming, but serious tone.

“Please Hurry!” She says before hanging up.

I looked at Dean, who had the duffle bags ready to go. An unreadable expression on his face.

“Where to?” He asks, still not being able to read his expression.

“Library! Closest streetlight to it.” I say in a rush, as we exit the motel.

Y/n’s Pov
I never thought I would see something so horrible in my entire life. My work, my safe place, my second home. Burning down in giant red flames. The whole fire team was there and the police. The flames are almost too much to save anything. I felt dead on the inside. I told the cops what happened and they believed me completely after Mike told them he did it. I didn’t understand how his personality changed in such short of amount of time.

All I could think about was what he said to me. After he set it on fire.

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“Everything you love will burn to the ground, everyone will die who you love, all these people will suffer just at the hands of knowing you. All these people will suffer because of the person who you really are. None of my people will stop until you are truly miserable. If it’s the last thing we do.” He said this right before he shot himself in the chest.

I saw black smoke come out of Mike’s body and go into the ground. He was still breathing, but he barely looked alive. Then that is when police showed up.

I shuddered thinking about the events I just witnessed. Not even hearing the two agents approach me from behind.

“Are you ok, Y/n?” he asked with that same caring tone again.

“No.” I spoke so soft. I didn’t even think that they could hear me.

“We need to talk, Y/n. Would you be willing to come with us? We can protect you.” Craig said, softly.

I looked back at the Library and saw that the flames were just not letting up. My heart feeling like a wilted rose. Until I couldn’t stand the scene, I turned my attention back to the men. We walked over their car and Eric opened up the back door for me. As I sat down, I saw Eric give me a sympathetic look. Looking like he understood exactly what I was going through. After Eric started her up, we drove down the road and out of sight from the Library.

I couldn’t help but feel that everything was about to change.

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A Family Of Bears [REQUEST]

I’m so sorry this took so long! I’m slowly working through all my requests, plus I started back at work so it’s all been a bit chaotic but I’m on top of it now and I’ll be getting those requests out for you.

I hope you like this scenario! It’s my longest one to date so the majority of it in under ‘keep reading’ so it doesn’t take up too much space on people’s dashboards. ENJOY!

Jade xo

“Mummy, mummy, mummy!” Your little two year old came charging into the kitchen like a police car with his sirens on, a big bundle of energy like he had been all morning. He clung to your legs, making it hard for you to finish cleaning the dishes. “When are we going to see Daddy? I want to surprise Daddy!”

You dried your hands on your jeans and lifted him on your hip. “Have you finished packing your backpack yet?” you asked, tickling him as you walked into the lounge. He nodded quickly through his giggles and wiggled out of your arms onto the sofa. “Let me see what you packed then.”

While he ran off to get his backpack, you grabbed your shoes out of the cupboard. You must have got up too fast because you felt a bit dizzy and your vision seemed to go fuzzy. By the time your son came whizzing back into the room, you were back on the sofa with your hand against your forehead.

“Here you go Mummy!” he exclaimed, handing you his backpack while he rolled onto the sofa next to you. When you opened it, you laughed at what he had packed: a few toy cars, his colouring book and favourite crayons and a lot of snacks. “They are for Daddy and Uncles,” he explained proudly.

“Well Daddy is always hungry,” you commented quietly, zipping up his backpack. “Let’s go and see him then!” you cried, getting to your feet and slipping into your wedges. “Go and put your trainers on.” He whizzed off with his backpack already on his back while you grabbed your bag, keys and phone of the table and joined him at the door.

He was jumping up and down waiting for you. “EXO, fighting!” he cheered, raising his fist in the air. You laughed at his cute pose and opened the door for him. “Let’s go! Come on Mummy!”

Already he was pestering you and you hadn’t even left the house.

The pair of you slowly walked down the hill to the bus stop. He kept trying to run off without you but he was so accident prone, you kept his hand firmly in yours to keep him safe. However as soon as he saw the bus stop, he yanked his hand out and practically sprinted to all the people already gathered. You tried to run after him but you started to feel dizzy again. Your vision blurred as all the blood rushed to your head and the ground fell out from beneath you.

The last thing you remembered was your little boy crying for his mummy.

Chanyeol sat back in the makeup chair and scrolled through the photos on his phone of his little boy while someone powdered his face and fixed his eyeliner. The photos were from their recent day out they had spent together, just the two of them. Chanyeol rented a bike with a little trailer attached so he could ride his son around the park. They had a little picnic and Chanyeol taught him to do roly polies … sort of.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, tilting his head up like the makeup artist asked so she could fix his eye makeup. As he did, he wondered what the pair of you were doing at home, laughing at the thought. Your little boy was probably running around making a mess and causing chaos and you were most likely chasing after him with a packet of wet wipes and a juice carton to distract him. Chanyeol wished he could be with you both: he was probably missing so much of his son’s life. At the same time though, he had to work hard for his family, meaning he had to do his best in the TV performance today.

Just then, someone tapped him on the shoulder, pulling him out of his revere. It was one of the managers with a worried and sad expression on his face. He said your name and your heart dropped. “She’s been admitted to hospital. I’m not sure why, the doctors wouldn’t say,” his manager explained, running a hand through his hair like he did when he was stressed.

Chanyeol was instantly out of his chair, a million thoughts running through his head. “I have to go there now. Which hospital is it?” he asked, searching for his bag.

“National,” his manager told him, passing Chanyeol his coat and bag. “There’s a car outside for you.”

“Ok,” he said, taking a long breath to try and calm himself. He shrugged into his coat and walked over to the others. Judging by their worried expressions, they had already heard. “I need Sehun to sing my part,” he explained, his voice shaky as his worry leaked through. “I don’t know how long I’ll be.”

Baekhyun got to his feet and placed a hand on Chanyeol’s shoulder reassuringly. “Don’t worry about us. Just get to the hospital and make sure your girlfriend is ok,” he told him sternly, although his authoritive stance was diminished by the fact he had to look up at Chanyeol.

“And keep in touch,” Junmyeon added.

Chanyeol gave them all a quick and weak smile before slinging his bag over his shoulder and practically sprinting out of the dressing room.

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Protect You

Originally posted by ooosem

Genre: fluff, angst; bodyguard au

Featuring: I.M x Reader

Request: for @to-move-on-means-to-grow - I.M is your bodyguard, but falls for you as he’s the one assigned to protect you

A/n: Y’all…I think this is THE LONGEST scenario I have EVER written. Like no joke. But I tried to do something different with this request. And I hope it makes sense and you all like it? I noticed I haven’t been getting a lot of notes/feedback on my scenarios lately, and I’m not sure what I am doing wrong? But yeah, let me know if you like this scenario/style of writing, again I hope you like this one!

Words: 3,210

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How the RFA members would react to MC liking Kpop

Note: like this wasn’t requested or anything but I have too many kpop and MM feels so I’m putting it into one post


  • You were just flipping through the channels while waiting for Yoosung to get out of class 
  • and you end up on Music Bank 
  • while BTS is on 
  • and you LOSE YOUR SHIT 
  • leaping out of you start singing and dancing along 
  • You better bet it’s fucking DOPE over here
  • You’re so busy rapping that you don’t even notice Yoosung walking in 
  • “Honey I’m ho-” 
  • and he just stops and is so entranced 
  • like how are MC’s feet moving that fast????
  • and singing??? 
  • Yoosung’s gone rip
  • after you’re done he just runs over and gives you a bear hug 
  • “How did I end up with such a cool girlfriend?” 
  • You're too embarrassed to answer at this point 
  • And guess who he brags about on LOLOL later that night ;) 


it was just another long day doing laundry 

so ofc your jams were going i mean laundry already sucks so at least you have music

  • then 24 hours by Sunmi plays 
  • your face immediately goes red

  • “ omg what if Zen walks into this?”
  • then you breathe a sigh of relief cuz he has a shoot that day 

  • and the beat takes over
  • first is was a little body roll here and there 

  • before you know it you’ve abandoned the clothes and is just doing the dance 
  • and you’re not MC rn, you’re fucking Sunmi
  • so you better bet your gonna look into that invisible camera like the seductive goddess that you are 
  • and Zen happened to get out of the photoshoot early today and walks into this display
  • and holy shit is he turned on
  • he could wait for you to finish but the bulge in his pants is getting a little too tight 
  • walking over, he snakes his arms around your waist
  • he whispers in your ear
  • “24 hours is not enough when I’m touching you” 


  • when Jaehee finally gets a break the two of you guys decide to go to Busan for the weekend
  • i mean like have you seen the food?
  • the radio is just playing in the background as you two talk 
  • then the guitar plays before a smooth “oooo” rolls out of the radio
  • your eyes light up 
  • hopping in your seat, you excitedly ask if you can turn it up 
  • confused Jaehee hesitantly agrees 
  • which is perfect timing cuz it hits the chorus 
  • on the top of your lungs, you start singing “Tell me why, why is my heart shaking?~~~~” 
  • you’re off pitch and keep making up dance moves and directing it towards Jaehee 
  • and send a million hearts towards her 
  • she doesn’t say anything and keeps driving 
  • cuz you’re literally driving her insane 
  • like how is she supposed to focus when you’re so freaking cute???


  • The two of you are just enjoying dinner 
  • when Jumin mentions how he was recommended some girl group called TWICE for the CF for their new sportswear line 
  • but doesn’t really care 
  • He still thinks Elizabeth 3rd would be a better model
  • but you’re PUMPED 
  • like you followed them since “Sixteen”
  • and they were your bbys 
  • and you ask if he’s even heard their music 
  • and he’s like “commoner’s music?” 
  • aw hell no 
  • you were gonna prove him wrong 
  • so you start singing and doing the famous “shy,shy,shy~” move
  • and you get halfway through one of the lyrics before you realize he’s still just looking at you with a blank face
  •  walking over dangerously close 
  • he pins you against the chair 
  • he repeats the last lyric you sang
  • “show me you mean it”
  • and the two retreat back to his room
  • and you spend the rest of the night making him watch Sixteen


  • you’re just chillin on the chair scrolling on your phone as 707 is doing is hacking ish 
  • and you’re bored
  • a little smirk crosses your lips 
  • “Hey 707, wanna play a game?” 
  • he just laughs before replying
  • “babe you’re mistaking me for Yoosung” 
  • Pouting, you wager 
  • “A week’s worth of Honey Buddha chips” 
  • He’s in 
  • which is how the two of you end up in a game of dare or dare (cuz truth is boring) 
  • You didn’t expect him to actually go into the supermarket and start twerking
  • so now you gotta dance to whatever song ends up playing on the streets
  • and it so happens to be Pretty U by Seventeen 
  • a silent swear escapes your lips 
  • this dance has a couch in it and where the fuck are you supposed to find a couch in the middle of the streets of Seoul
  • so you awkwardly hover as you try to sit on your imaginary couch
  • and keep in mind you aren’t a dancer at a l l 
  • 707 is lucky that you actually like Seventeen or you would have no idea how the dance would go 
  • so you’re running around trying to dance to it 
  • 707 is too busy wheezing from laughing so much 
  • it gets so bad that bystanders start recording you 
  • and your face is beet red but there’s no way you’re losing to 707 
  • finally after what feels like a million years the song ends
  • stomping over embarrassed but triumphant, you smile 
  • “Beat that, babe!”
  • He just laughs as he shakes his head 
  • “I don’t need to beat that after the video i got” 
  • and you’re eyes widen in fear 
  • cuz holy shit he has a recording 
  • you may have won the game but he won the war 
  • guess what he immediately sends to the app?  
Moonlight (Lafayette x Reader Modern AU!)

It was a week before prom, and you still didn’t have a date. You honestly didn’t mind not having a date, it would be nice yes, but as long as you went and have fun, even if just hanging out with friends, you would be satisfied. Today you were going out with your small group of friends to go help them find some suits for prom. You already had a dress picked out weeks before your friends, Alexander, Hercules, Lafayette, and John, who decided it was now time to go find some suits, a week before prom. You sighed lightly as you thought about their stupidity for waiting so long. “I doubt they’ll have any good ones left guys, there is one week left. Usually people go looking for dresses or suits the moment they hear about prom.” You sat down in a chair while the others laughed at you. “Come one Y/N, it isn’t that bad.” John joked with you as he went to go pick out a suit. The others agreed and followed him quickly. You shook your head at them and chilled in the chair, scrolling through a variety of apps. Not much later, they boys all came out in suits that so happened to fit them perfectly. “I can’t help but think you four previously had these made ahead of time and just dragged me along because you could.” You sighed as you saw the boys checking themselves out. “No why would we do that to one our best friends?” John teased as he and the other boys finally faced you. You shrugged with a smile on your face as you got up. “Well if that is all, I’ll be heading home to get some homework done.” You notified them as you where heading to the exit. You got home and went straight to your room to sit at your desk, spreading out all of yours papers. Halfway through your homework you stopped to take a break. You started to ruminate about what John said about getting you and a certain someone together. He came up with the idea when he went with you to go find a dress.  
You and John were heading towards the boutique to go get your dress. “Hey John, do you have a date for prom yet?” You asked him curiously. He shook his head no with a small laugh. “Why? You want to go with me?” He teased you. You just giggled at his response. You entered the dress boutique, amazed by all the beautiful dresses on display. You quickly picked out a couple of dresses and went straight to the dressing room. You put the first dress on and came out of the dressing room. It was a gorgeous red dress with a sweetheart neckline, with the bodice being beaded. “Looking good Y/N, but I don’t think it suites you.” You looked in the mirror as he talked and silently nodded. It was pretty but it wasn’t what you were looking for. The next you tried on was a light pink sleeveless dress. It was also a sweetheart heart neckline. It had a silver beaded belt and it was one of the high-low dress. It had many ruffles as well. “What about this one John?” He looked up from his cell phone. You could tell by his face that it was a ‘no’ dress. You didn’t wait for him to say anything and went to go try on the last dress. You put on the last dress and you instantly fell in love with its light and flowy material. It had small sleeves and a silver beaded belt. The dress ended just at the top of your foot, so it wasn’t too long either. You came out of the dressing room and John instantly liked it. “Y/N, that is the one.” You nodded in agreement as you looked in the mirror. “Agreed.” You went back into the dressing room to change back into your everyday clothes. You then quickly went to pay and started heading home. “Yo Y/N, you need a date for prom?” You just laughed at John and his weird antics. “I am perfectly capable to get my own date thank you.” You smiled in response. “But, if I really need help, i’ll come to you alright?” He nodded and bid you farewell as you got to your house. “Y/N, before I go, even if you don’t need help with a date for prom, i’ll get you and Lafayette together.” You just smiled and shook your head as you shut your front door. He was the only one who knew of your crush on Lafayette.
You smiled at those small memories. It was true you still haven’t gotten a date and you still didn’t mind, but if John says he’s going to get you together with Lafayette, then it’s going to happen. A few days later and it was time to get ready for prom. You haven’t heard from John within the last two days but you weren’t too worried, he was probably busy. You put on the dress you bought a few weeks ago and put some light makeup one. You were never too fond of makeup anyway. You made your way out your door before you heard honking. You looked up and see the boys in a fancy car. You just giggled as you got in the car. “Good evening everyone” You smiled at them all. Not much later you all got to the place where your prom was being held. Everyone made their way into the place and you were about to follow until someone grabbed your arm. You turned to look and you saw John and sighed in relief. “What is it John?” You asked him with interest. “You can’t go in quite yet. Go around back, there’s a surprise there for you.” He told you and then went inside. You stared at his retreating figure in confusion. “Uh…okay?” You shrugged and walked towards the back of the building. As you got closer to the back of the building, you could hear some classical music playing a long with some candles here and there. When you where able to see fully what everything looked like, you were awestruck. Candles, rose petals, and other miscellaneous things. As you got to the middle of the area, you heard footsteps from behind you. You turned around and saw Lafayette walking up. He looked fairly nervous and you giggled. You never saw him as the nervous type. “Bonsoir Y/N.” He smiled at you. You smiled back at him. “Good evening, Laf.” You could see his nervousness slowly go away as you greeted him. You both spent the night outside, occasionally dancing to the music that was playing through some speakers. You both were sitting down on a bench that was outside as you looked up to the night sky. “It’s so beautiful tonight…I..I don’t want it to end Laf.” You said as you proceeded to look up at the moon. Little did you know Lafayette wasn’t looking at the sky, but he was looking at you. “It is, but the moon doesn’t nearly match your beauty, mon amour.” He smiled at her as you looked over at him with widened eyes. “Laf….I…oh geez…what am I doing…” You sighed as you shook your head. Instead of telling him how you felt you, you decided to show him with a kiss to make it easier on you. So you kissed him softly to see what he’d do and he slowly returned it. You both separated from each other with love in your eyes. Well, this is now the best day in forever for you because you were finally satisfied with how things turned out for you.

Love Sick (JB)

request: Hey ~ Can I request for a scenario with JB? You two were out on a date and you were actually having a really high fever but because you miss him and you fainted on him when you two were hugging.

genre: fluff

word count: 521

synopsis: You’re sick, but it’s the first time you’ve gotten to see Jaebum in forever, so you go on a date anyway.

author’s note: this picture has no relevance whatsoever, I just wanted to use it cause it was cute. also, jaebum takes you on hella classy dates.. and hella classy after-parties if you know what i mean, but that’s for later. Anyways, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy <3

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Finding Hope

Reader request: can u do one where the reader is emo, and the avengers assume its like a phase cuz she’s still young (late teens early 20’s) they don’t realize that its actually her depression manifesting into her outward appearance, until they see her blog with cutting and her art work thats really dark and depressing, and then they see its a big deal and they need to talk about this and idk how to end it or whatever


“Good job, team! Much better than last run,” Steve yelled out with a smile. You plopped down onto the ground and began packing your stuff as quickly as you could. You and the rest of the Avengers had just finished up a particularly intense training session that you knew was going to leave you hurting for the rest of the night and into the next day. Not only were your muscles shot from all of the sprints, jumps, dodging and sliding, but using your powers to manipulate atmospheric electricity for so long was extremely taxing. You tried not to compare yourself to the other members of the team who had been training together much longer, but watching them work so effortlessly and confidently always left you feeling hopelessly out of place and inferior.

You looked down at your shaking hands with a sigh. “I used to have such steady hands, but now I can’t keep them from shaking,” you sang quietly to yourself as you zipped up your backpack. “What was that, Sparks?,” Natasha asked you, using the nickname you had been given by Clint on your first day with the team. “Nothing,” you replied quickly. Just a Wonder Years song.”

“Ugh, you and your whiny sad excuse for rock music,” Tony jeered out, rolling his eyes. You smiled, but felt your heart sink a little; attacking the music you loved almost felt like an attack on who you were. After all, who could understand your pain better than your favorite bands? “Hey, you don’t hear me calling you out for still listening to Sabbath, old man,” you teased. “HOW DARE YOU TAKE THE NAME OF SABBATH IN VAIN?!” Tony yelled, his eyes widening dramatically as he placed a hand over his arc reactor. You gave a forced laugh and turned to walk back into the Tower.

“Hey, Y/N, don’t you want to go get dinner with us? I feel like I could eat a burger or 10 right now,” Clint said. You felt unease as all eyes turned upon you, but hid your discomfort well. “Nah, I’m not that hungry, surprisingly. I’ll just go shower, grab some chocolate milk, maybe throw on some mac n cheese. Have fun, though!” You felt bad lying to them – people who you actually considered to be friends – but you knew you wouldn’t be any fun at dinner. Right now, all you wanted was to be alone in your room.

Once you were out of earshot, Tony asked the group, “Do you think she’s still upset that I called her Queen of the Underworld when she showed up with her hair black last week?” “I don’t think she’d let your rudeness get to her, Stark. She just looks beat,” Natasha replied simply. “She looked like she got ran over by a bus,” Pietro quipped. Wanda smacked him. “Pietro, be nice!”

Bruce stood up. “She just needs some space, guys. Remember, she was on her own for awhile before she came here. And she’s only 21 – bit of a generation and,” he looked at the twins and Thor, “culture gap here.”

“But she’s been with us for months, Banner,” Thor said with a frown. “I wish she would come join us more outside of training. She really is quite funny.”

Bruce sighed. “Just give her time. She’ll get more comfortable with the whole ‘big crazy family’ thing eventually.“

“Just like you did, huh?” Natasha said, poking his ribcage.

“She’s fine, she just likes having some time to herself. Now c’mon, I really am starving,” Clint said. While the conversation turned toward who was paying this time, Steve’s thoughts still remained fixed on you. “I’ll talk to her after dinner, see if she’s really OK,” he thought to himself. “She may be smiling, but her eyes … she’s in pain. She looks distant, like she’s off somewhere else. Maybe she just needs someone to talk to.”


You felt the sting of your knee again as you tripped in training, the crippling waves of embarrassment that left your cheeks hot and made you want to claw out your insides as you knew everyone was watching.

”Stupid, worthless,” you thought flatly before carving a neat line onto your upper thigh. You breathed out as you watched the crimson pool and trickle sideways over the soft flesh.

You felt the tears of frustration that sprang to your eyes involuntarily when Pietro danced around all of your fiercest attacks before easily knocking you down. You blinked furiously as he helped you up chuckling and even congratulated him, laughing yourself. But your throat felt tight as you thought furiously, “Don’t you dare fucking cry in front of them. Stop being a baby.”

”I’ll never be as good as they are. I’m so much weaker.”

Another line, another quick stinging sensation followed by the sense of release you felt as you watched your blood flow down. 

“That’s right, get out of here.”

You felt in control, you felt distracted. Another slice. And another.

You always thought you had a handle on your depression. You had never been clinically diagnosed, fearing that others would perceive you differently or that medications would change you into someone else, but you knew you had it. So much unexplainable sadness and anger and numbness and tired, oh so tired. But over the past few years, the constancy of the feeling of spinning out drove you to self harm. It made you feel better; it was how you coped. It had been so long, you didn’t really feel as if you didn’t seem to know any other way for you to survive. Not cutting was foreign, an alien prospect. You found solace in your music and retreating into your own world, creating a blog for all of your musings and art that reflected your turmoil. “Van Gogh’s last words were that ‘the sadness will never end,” you wrote on an angled picture of your scarred arm a few years back. “I think he was onto something.” There were more like that scattered on your blog, fresh self harm cuts, quotes about suicide … you knew that you wouldn’t actually take your own life, but sometimes it really did seem like a better option than to continue living trapped in your own head. It was just reassuring to see that others felt like you did.

“How does it feel when tears freeze when you cry? The blood in your veins is 20 below,

” Ronnie Radke’s voice sang passionately out of your phone. You paused it, deciding that it was time to shower and wash off the remnants of the dried blood. You took both your phone and your clothes into your adjoining bathroom, and left your laptop sitting innocently with its screen open on your desk, not realizing that you hadn’t locked the door to your room – or that your friends would be returning soon from dinner.


”Where you off to, Rogers?” Clint asked as Steve took a left turn down the hall instead of his usual right.

“I want to check on Y/N. I know you guys think she’s ok but I’m not so sure. I know that look she had today. She wasn’t just tired, it was like she was in a different world. She seemed sad.” Steve replied seriously.

Clint shrugged. “Alright, let us know if she needs anything.”

Steve nodded and continued walking toward your bedroom. “Y/N?” He called out. When there was no answer, he tentatively pushed opened the already ajar door, peeking in to see if you were already asleep. He was greeted, however, with your voice singing off key in your shower. He laughed to himself, starting to turn around when he stopped abruptly at the sight of drops of blood on your hardwood floor. “What the -” Steve looked around, his gaze settling on the open laptop screen, his pulse quickening as a sickening sense of dread filled him. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered quietly, sitting himself in your desk chair and scrolling through the page. Haunting song lyrics, pictures of your cuts, black and white pictures of girls crying with suicidal quotes, posts about Van Gogh “really being onto something,” as you had put it … Steve couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He expected something was wrong, but this, this was a whole different level of than he was prepared for.

Steve bolted upright as you emerged from the shower, your dark hair twisted up in a towel and clad in an oversized A Day to Remember tshirt and boxers. “WHAT THE FUCK?” you cried out, clasping your chest as you realized it was just Steve. “Cap,” you wheezed out with a soft chuckle. “You could’ve knocked, buddy.” He didn’t laugh. “Y/N,” he started. You took in his unnerved expression and you felt your heart drop with a thud in your chest as panic set in, your eyes quickly moving to your laptop that had just been closed shut. You felt as if every fiber of your being had been exposed, like you were being scrutinized under a blinding microscope. “Steve, that’s just an art blog. I just go on there sometimes when I’m upset, it’s nothing to worry -” “Nothing to worry about?! Y/N, that was your arm on there. Your cuts. You think you hurting yourself and wanting to kill yourself and keeping it from all of us is nothing to worry about?!”

”I’m not going to fucking kill myself!” You burst out angrily. “You don’t get it because you don’t feel like this, you don’t know how I feel and this is exactly why I kept it from you guys because I knew you’d act like I was crazy.” You felt your breathing speed up as you tried desperately to keep tears from coming out. “I’m not going to kill myself but sometimes I just need it to all stop, OK? I know I’m fucked up, I know what I do is fucked up, but it’s the only time when I ever have some sort of release from all the pain and the anger and,” you broke off with a shaky laugh as the tears started to come” from feeling so FUCKING upset and overwhelmed. I need this, Steve. I can’t - I can’t,” your chest started heaving and you drew your face toward your chest, clutching at your hair with your hands.

Steve moved toward you quickly, scooping you into his arms. “Shhhh, you’re gonna be OK, Sparks. But you need help. And the team needs to know.”

”NO!” you screamed out. “Steve, please, I’m begging you, you guys are the only ones I have. I can’t have everyone thinking I’m fucking insane please don’t do this I’ll stop I promise just please don’t make me tell them,” you choked out.

Steve cupped your face in yours. “Y/N. This is serious. They need to know. If it was one of us, you would want to help, right?” You nodded miserably. “But it’s not the same,” you whispered. “It’s me. I’m such a fuck up.” “No, you aren’t. You’re just in a lot of pain. It’s going to be OK.” Steve pressed a light kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you some help, OK?”


You sat huddled in a ball on the couch in the living room, your arms wrapped around your knees as Steve radioed the team in. “Group meeting in the living room, now. Sparks needs our help.” As you heard the sound of quick footsteps moving throughout the tower, you only retreated further into yourself. “Steve, I think I’m going to honestly throw up,” you muttered. “They’re all going to think I’m a freak.” “No, they won’t. We all love you, kid. They’ll just want you to feel better.” You gave out a harsh laugh. “You think it’s that fucking simple?” You scooched away into the farthest possible corner of the couch, tucking your head down again.

One by one the team trickled in, coming over near you. “Prințesă, what’s wrong?” Pietro asked rubbing your shoulder with a concerned expression. “Did she get attacked?” Natasha asked immediately. “What’s going on?” Bruce inquired. Your breathing grew shallow as the barrage of voices flooded your senses, a dizzying sense of panic flew threw you as you cried out.

”STOP IT,” you yelled, a quick burst of electricity emanating around your body. Everyone took three steps back. Wanda broke the silence. “Y/N, love, what is the matter? You can talk to us.”

You kept your gaze locked on your knees. “Captain fucking America came into my room while I was in the shower and found out that I’m an emo self harming piece of shit,” you said loudly, your voice catching as your throat tightened. “I don’t know, I think I’ve always been depressed but it got really bad and the only way to stop it was with cutting. Now that you all know I’m a fucking mess, go ahead and kick me off the team. I don’t deserve to be here with you guys” you whispered, burying your head in your arms as you cried silently.

”Y/N,” you looked up to the sound of Bruce’s gentle voice. “Hey,” he sat down on the couch cushion next to you. “I want you to listen to me. You are not a mess, OK? You’re a human being. And human beings can get mental illness, just like any other illness. Trust me, I’m a doctor,” he said with a small smile. You wanted to smile back, but you just couldn’t. “Look, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Depression doesn’t make you weak.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I don’t know if you know this, but I tried to kill myself a few years ago.” Your eyes widened and you reached for his hand and squeezed hard. “I’m so sorry, Bruce.” He continued. “But I’m here now. And are you looking at me saying I’m crazy or a fuck up?” He smiled gently and this time you managed a weak one in return, shaking your head. “Exactly. No one here is going to treat you like you’re a psycho just because of this. The way your brain is making you feel. You don’t have to go through this alone, Y/N.”

”Y/N, you are one of the kindest, funniest and most excellent warriors I know! Just because you are sad or angry and your mind won’t let you be rid of that does not make you any less wonderful,” Thor said, dropping down near the couch to pat your leg.”

“Yeah, Sparks. I’ve done the whole mind control thing. It sucks,” Clint said, gaining a small, sniffly laugh from you. “I look at mental illness as something like that. Obviously, none of us want you hurting yourself, but without some sort of help to ease that, it’s no wonder you went to extreme measures. Let’s get you feeling better, ok?”

”You’ve got a green rage machine, a wannabe Daryl Dixon, a human Ken doll, twins that are basically knockoffs of Dash and Violet, a Norse god, one deadly ex-ballerina assassin who speaks LATIN and a guy who runs on a battery,” Tony joked. “You’re not the freak here, kiddo. But seriously, we’ve got your back. Banner here can even get you meds to help you shake out that fog in no time. It worked for me after I got all panicky/anxiety/PTSD about New York.”

You looked up at all their faces, smiling with encouragement. They weren’t looking at you like a monster. Your eyes filled with tears. “You guys are just so nice,” you burst out before dissolving back into waterworks. You laughed as you felt yourself being covered in hugs from all angles and collective “awwws.” You broke apart, turning to Steve.

”Sorry I was kind of a dick, Steve. I was just so scared. But thank you for helping me to face this. He pulled you into a bear hug. “That’s what families are for, Y/N.”

For the first time in a long time, you felt hope stir within you.