shocking orange

Trying to decide which books to take on holiday is always such a struggle…

It’s wonderful to think of coral reef mermaids with brightly colored tails and corals in their hair, but you know what else is cool? 

Deep-sea mermaids. Deep-sea mermaids with skin that glows slightly in the abyss, or tails that light up in a rainbow of colors when they’re feeling strong emotions. Deep-sea mermaids who live near hydrothermal vents and have pale bodies with a shock of bright-orange hair to blend in with the tubeworms around them. 

Deep-sea mermaids, man.

The signs colors

Aries: I know you as a coal black, in the way you move, the way you dress in all black on cold days.
I see you are bright red, like the hats you have in your closet, or the room in your house that is all red, the energy you wear on your shoulder.

Taurus: I know you as a dusty blond, like the hair on your head, like the sweet little grin on your face.
I see you as olive green, in the dark shirts you always wear and the words you always use.

Gemini: I know you as chocolate brown, in the way you fly across the room and your lush laughter.
I see you as sunshine yellow, in the smile that takes up your entire face and the sweetest way you say “Hello.”

Cancer: I know you as deep red, in the richness of your voice, the wiseness of your choice.
I see you as pastel pink, the color you’d never wear but deep down underneath the softness of pink lays right there.

Leo: I know you as aquamarine blue, in the way you give the warmest hugs and chew gum through out the day.
I see you as honey yellow, how you always know how to make others smile and all the stories you tell.

Virgo: I know you as the softest gray, like a sweater wrapped around me, warming me with kind words.
I see you as violet, your least favorite shade of purple but your favorite color nonetheless, the soft ways you look across the room.

Libra: I know you as soft tan, a sweet warming smile when you see me, the best feelings in the world when you hug.
I see you as hot pink, in your electric personality, the way you talk so loudly, the charm in your words.

Scorpio: I know you as navy blue, the deepest thoughts up in the midnight sky, the way your mind works like a ticking clock.
I see you as the darkest black, how you have a sass reply, you know your way around like you’ve lived forever on.

Sagittarius: I know you as bright green, in the hum of your laugh, the jokes you share, the biggest grin at the table.
I see you as shocking orange, how you are never afraid to stand out, always the bravest of them.

Capricorn: I know you as the brown of coffee, in the way your words can be bitter yet warm me fully, how you are always standing tall.
I see you as soft cream, in the way you smile shyly yet don’t fear anything ahead, walk with confidence and share your pride.

Aquarius: I know you as lime green, in your loud voice entering the room, your opinions shouted across the table, the big grin filled with exuberance.
I know you as electric blue, how you talk thoroughly, your favorite color to wear, making your eyes shine bright.

Pisces: I know you as snow white, the innocence that lays upon your appearance, but the hidden secrets deep underneath.
I see you as pastel green, in the way your words have so much meaning and your thoughts have so much feeling.

shipping aesthetic masterpost :)

aries ships

aries x aries: warm red; hungry first kisses; mini-dress wedding; taking shots together; childish arguments; playing video games

aries x taurus: luscious magenta; passionate make outs; personified vows; sexy dancing; unnecessary jealousy; days out at the fair

aries x gemini: bright orange; love bites; outdoor marriage ceremonies; drunk laughter; sassing each other; buying a pet dog together

aries x cancer: deep peach; caresses edged with yearning; crying over the vows; brutal advice; make-up sex; over-the-top snuggling

aries x leo: shiny gold; teasing kisses; massive wedding cakes; wild nights out; angry social media posts; competitive sports

aries x virgo: elegant black; tender make-outs; the first dance; yelling silly things and drunk-laughing; calming massages; little contests

aries x libra: lurid pink; lip biting; massive wedding dresses; amazing dancing; passionate apologies; bouquets of roses

aries x scorpio: intense crimson; dirty talk; tango music; really skimpy clothes; crying-shouting; cuddles that turn into make outs

aries x sagittarius: glittering bronze; second base; laughing through vows; silly dancing; poke wars; spontaneous adventures

aries x capricorn: rich maroon; impassioned disrobing; bows and curtsies; tugging at ties; let’s-calm-down-faces; tipping the chess board

aries x aquarius: sunny yellow; neck kisses; really weird music; making cocktails; hand-holding; under table kicks

aries x pisces: pale rose; playing with hair; tears of joy; “YES LET’S DO THAT OMFG”; arguing over who’s hotter; swimming

taurus ships

taurus x taurus: seaweed gold; yearning make outs; weddings; sneaking out to meet each other; ‘you’re all mine’; lots of pets

taurus x gemini: baby yellow; butterfly kisses; running around outside; fingernails scraping down backs; tongues sticking out; petting random dogs

taurus x cancer: pure white; the first time; romantic proposals; making out in school; crying all over each other; chocolate

taurus x leo: shining copper; third base; over-the-top weddings; drunk dancing; ‘no I’ll pay!’; Valentine’s Day

taurus x virgo: delicate green, respectful kisses; tea parties; giggling way too much during sex; wiping each other’s eyes; reading together

taurus x libra: warm pink; quick hugs; sentimental declarations of love; foot massages; yelling then cuddling; dinners out

taurus x scorpio: wine red; sex; vows of forever; highly sexually flirtatious dancing; screaming; champagne

taurus x sagittarius: soft khaki; trails of love bites; dancing in the rain; doing drugs together; ‘i still love you’; festivals

taurus x capricorn: elegant bronze; gently grazing teeth; hands squeezing tight; late night walks home; passionate anger; movie fests

taurus x aquarius: lurid aqua; biting; laughing so hard you can’t breathe; taking shots together; angry tweets; video games

taurus x pisces: powder blue; excessive cuddling; twirls; giggling; sobbing in each other’s arms; buying a puppy

gemini ships

gemini x gemini: bright orange; lip biting; killer high heels; sexy dancing whilst very drunk; inventive insults; reading magazines

gemini x cancer: pale tan; butterfly kisses; laughing-crying; sneaking out at midnight to meet each other; over-dramatic arguments; playing with hair

gemini x leo: shimmering gold; showing-off make-outs; socialites; mixing drinks; arguments that turn into sex; rolling in the grass

gemini x virgo: satin grey; holding hands; 20th century style wedding clothes; sexy dancing; snapping; cats

gemini x libra: hot pink; kink; old-fashioned girl band music; dancing the night away; sassy insults; extravagant, flamboyant gifts

gemini x scorpio: shocking black; love bites; intense eye contact; vodka; secrets; writing together

gemini x sagittarius: warm peach; hugs that turn into kissing; the first dance at a wedding; taking shots together; crying; walking the dog

gemini x capricorn: steely grey; lips brushing fingers; the MPDG archetype; laughter; ‘no, I’ll pay’; reading together

gemini x aquarius: lurid turquoise; hand-holding; adventures; weird drinks; ‘i do SO love you’; conspiracy theories

gemini x pisces: candyfloss violet; sweet, tiny kisses; cropped pannier skirts; stamping on cigarettes in high-heels; red eyes; flowers

cancer ships

cancer x cancer: rainy blue; lovingly tender make-outs; wedding dresses; long, sensual baths; ‘it’s gonna be okay’; dancing together to ‘our song’

cancer x leo: breath-taking gold; slow sex; laughter; music; shouting that becomes crying; cheating at Scrabble

cancer x virgo: elegant grey; hand kisses; bows and curtsies; long-term relationships; love letters; walks in the snow

cancer x libra: peachy pink; soft cuddles; strawberries; helping each other with appearance; cloud watching; the first day of spring

cancer x scorpio: deep maroon; hands clawing at each other; heels; taking drugs; passion in love and anger; rain

cancer x sagittarius: honey bronze; light make-outs that become more intense; road trips in a storm; smoking and dancing; tears; ‘forever’

cancer x capricorn: stunning white; hungry kisses; ‘unconditional’; walks in the woods; little white lies; help with homework

cancer x aquarius: lurid aquamarine; hand-holding; skipping; mixing drinks; bitch slaps; playing video games together

cancer x pisces: sweet silver; Valentine’s Day poetry; dancing in the rain; tripping for the first time; playing the victim; endless cuddles

leo ships

leo x leo: marigold yellow; tiny, gentle kisses; the sun; really loud music; unnecessary jealousy; walking the dog

leo x virgo: fresh green; ‘can I kiss you now?’; tea dresses; amazing dancing; telling jokes to stop them crying, cassettes

leo x libra: pop pink; PDA; weddings; pink champagne; really terrible insults; slow-to-fast dancing

leo x scorpio: burned bronze; sexy time; vodka; cigarettes; deep and laboured breathing; running really fast

leo x sagittarius: vibrant orange; love bites; dancing and skipping; high-heeled shoes; red faces; travelling the world

leo x capricorn: golden brown; passionate make-outs; warm, rich, slow laughter; slow breathing in darkness; shouting; painfully wide smiles

leo x aquarius: vivid indigo; scratching fingernails; raised eyebrows; drugs; excessive hiccups due to inebriation; giggles

leo x pisces: pretty peach; hair-twirling; full, lacy skirts; walking home late at night; wiping away the tears; just snuggling together

virgo ships

virgo x virgo: soft ivory; light kisses; wedding clothes; bright light; insults that make you go ‘ouch’; constructive criticism

virgo x libra: pastel cream; caressing hands; veils; carefully mixing drinks with exactly the right amounts; apologies; flowers

virgo x scorpio: classic black; biting; elegant outfits; cigarette smoke; viciousness; meaningful eye contact

virgo x sagittarius: rich tan; romantic make-outs; bouncy clothes; flat shoes; really terrible insults; buying a dog together

virgo x capricorn: honey gold; single passionate kisses; formalities; ‘oh my god this is so BAD of us’; arguing then make-up sex; homework help

virgo x aquarius: pastel green; finger-drumming; nail polish; really weird drugs; intellectual debates; ‘ewwwww’

virgo x pisces: delicate pink; the tiniest of kisses; flower posies; staying in; ‘I will never, ever, ever, ever hurt you’; teddies

libra ships

libra x libra: soft gold; sensual hugs; baths with rose petals in them; sexy dancing; passive aggressiveness; listening to music

libra x scorpio: deep rose; sex; lipstick; lots and lots of alcohol; trying really hard not to cry; very sexual flirtation

libra x sagittarius: pastel yellow; unexpected kisses; eye shadow; high heels; ‘we’re not fighting are we?? are we???’; silly dancing

libra x capricorn: pure white; massages; neat bedrooms; everyone’s looking at them; well crafted debate points; going to art galleries together

libra x aquarius: baby blue; fiddling with hair; bright lights; taking shots; ‘you did NOT just say that’; shitty video games

libra x pisces: warm peach; kisses that leave lip gloss stains; ducklings; being good; sniffling; cuddling with pets involved

scorpio ships

scorpio x scorpio: intense scarlet; unexpected sex; black satin; nights out at clubs; the silent treatment; making out to loud music

scorpio x sagittarius: rich gold; hickeys; steam-punk; sneaking out; distracting the other from anger with kissing; exercising together

scorpio x capricorn: classic tan; dishevelled chaise lounges; wood; grinding cigarettes under high-heels; rage; good food

scorpio x aquarius: shocking ebony; biting; metal furnishings; mixing drinks; amazing insults; take-outs

scorpio x pisces: deep navy; warm, soft kisses; a single flower; drugs; trying really, really hard not to get angry; nervous PDA

sagittarius ships

sagittarius x sagittarius: orange tan; just making out in general; fabric; elopement; excessive swearing; dancing to amazing music

sagittarius x capricorn: golden bronze; familiar yet intense kisses; vases; alcohol; ‘no I’M right’; watching TV

sagittarius x aquarius: bright purple; lipstick marks in weird colours + places; not getting married; shitty insults; poke wars

sagittarius x pisces: gentle violet; the first kiss; brightly coloured fish; weird drinks; third base; walks with the dog in the park

capricorn ships

capricorn x capricorn: coffee chocolate; sensuality; correcting one another’s formal outfits; cigarette smoke; ‘oh, really’; brilliant cakes

capricorn x aquarius: royal blue; small hickeys; going bird-watching; shitty old video games; heated debates; ‘we’re never bad’

capricorn x pisces: dolphin grey; second base; marriages; ‘you love me right?’; comforting each other; cuddling

aquarius ships

aquarius x aquarius: shocking orange; messy first kisses; building things together; taking shots; endless hypothesising; being way too competitive

aquarius x pisces: neon blue; laughing sex; original wedding ideas; cocktails; ‘this isn’t arguing’; old music players

pisces ships

pisces x pisces: delicate turquoise; third base; aquariums; tripping in heels; silly arguments that end in crying and cuddling; teddies

7 minutes in heaven

 pairing; jungkook x reader | taehyung x reader
 genre; angst,romance
 word count; 6.9k
 warnings; alcohol mention,mild/strong language

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A/N; the story line kind of came about as i was writing it which made it quite fun to make. honestly don’t know if i want this to be a one-shot or a possible series,hmm… pls reblog if you see,it helps me out a lot ty

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Insecurity

You have been dating Jiyong for a number of years, and have recently made the shift to be with him permanently in Korea. Despite the difficulties you have been having adjusting to life here, your love for him is as strong as ever. Until one day, something sparks your insecurities. 

G Dragon’s secret – a nation betrayed. Your eyes skim the headline glaring at you from the screen of your laptop, fingers hovering over the mouse. Usually, you were one to scroll past click bate titles garnered at catching attention with little content. This one had only stopped you ambling through your facebook feed because of the picture attached – Jiyong, your boyfriend, standing on a stage struggling to hold a Korean flag larger than his body. His face was half hidden, cut in half by the white material, but you immediately knew it was him – he was completely identifiable by the shock of orange hair he had been sporting at the time the photo was snapped. A nation betrayed? You scoff. Jiyong was patriotic – annoyingly so. There was nothing you could imagine him doing to betray his nation. Like most Koreans, his patriotism bordered on bizarre nationalism. Anyone just had to mention the word Takeshima to him before he would launch into a Dokdo fueled rant. A small thought flickers at the back of your mind. Maybe it was about his drafting in the army? Many saw his deferral of mandatory service as unpatriotic. You raise an eyebrow, clicking the link, your curiosity on the subject getting the better of you. You knew his draft date was approaching, but he had never mentioned the subject to you – you’d assumed he’d just been avoiding it.

Kwon Jiyong lives a life envied by most. A look at his Instagram serves as a window to his lavish style - showing us first class planes, expensive champagne, decadent food and unbelievable wealth. His unique ability at producing has enabled him to reel out smash hit after smash hit for his band – Big Bang – causing it to be one of the most successful Korean groups to date, reaching international fan bases like few others have. Beyond that, his creativity in dressing has also amounted him a massive following in the fashion world – no doubt aided by his ability to look both androgynous and sexually appealing at the same time. It’s not uncommon to see him rubbing shoulders with fashion elite as a front row guest at Chanel shows.

So, where could Korea’s golden child have gone wrong? He has a secret, and if we delve a little deeper into his personal life it’s not too difficult to uncover. But before we discuss that, we need to talk about Korea – a strength of Korea is it’s homogeneity. We are one nation, and we are one people. Koreans are unlike any other group of people. Our rich history makes us unique, our culture defines who we are. Who understands us better than us? So, we really aren’t compatible to date foreigners.

You stop reading, your mind already knowing exactly where this was going. You take a deep breath, scrolling down the page. A picture of you is clearly visible, your wider-than-average almond eyes proving the exact point the author is trying to make. Your insecurities come rushing, hitting your chest like a heavy thud. You try to breathe slowly, but you aren’t seeming to gasp enough air.

‘Y/n, are you okay?,’ The familiar voice seems distant, too far for you to place, and it isn’t until you feel a hand touch your shoulder that you jump slightly. You turn to see Jiyong, his face twisted in worry. ‘Baby, calm down. What’s going on?’ He questions, crouching down in front of you, his hands shifting to both sides of your legs, resting patiently. He raises his eyebrows, utter surprise on his face. You take a minute, your breathing slowing slightly. He always had a calming effect on you.

‘I…,’ You pause, unable to get the words out. ‘I can’t… I’m not Korean.’ Your words are met by a surprised chuckle.

‘It’s taken you this long to figure that out?,’ His jesting causes tears to well in your eyes. ‘Hey, hey… wait a minute.’ He quickly corrects himself, his hand lifting, thumb extending to wipe the fat tear that is rolling down your cheek. He leaves his thumb there, softly stroking your face.

‘I’m sorry.’ You mumble, eyes looking down to your knees to avoid looking at him.

‘What are you even talking about? I don’t understand why you’re so upset right now, y/n.,’ He waits, before his eyes flick to the computer screen, glancing over the article. ‘Oh, shit.’ His words are filled with anger.

‘I’m… not…,’

‘Stop. Stop saying that.,’ He interjects. ‘That is nothing but racist garbage from a bitter old conservative who shouldn’t even be given the time of day. He doesn’t even deserve this kind of platform to spread his hate.’ He bites sharply.

‘I’m sorry.’ You try again. This time, because you know how ridiculous it is to be this upset about something so obviously wrong. Jiyong sighs, his head shifting close to yours, his eyes focusing intently.

‘Baby, I know this is hard for you. I know you didn’t expect to be living in Korea, away from your family and your friends. I understand that you must be feeling isolated…,’ He pauses, thumb grazing away another tear threatening to roll down your cheek. ‘But I love you, and you make me so happy being here. Do you know how proud I am of you? You’re doing so well. The other day Daesung told me he held a full conversation with you in Korean. He said he was so surprised by how impeccably you spoke – he said you even used the right honorifics with him!’ You rack your brain, trying to remember when you had spoken to him.

‘I only speak to him in Korean because I assumed he doesn’t speak English…’ You trail off.

‘He doesn’t speak English. He’s terrible.,’ Jiyong’s face breaks into a gummy smile as he shakes off a laugh. ‘My point is, though, you’re improving so much and trying so hard.’ He leans forward, his soft lips brushing sweetly against yours, pursing into a delicate kiss.

‘I love you.’ You murmur against his lingering mouth.

‘I love you too. I love you more than anything, y/n, and I don’t care who knows. I’ll scream it to the world to prove it.,’ He gives your lips a soft peck and pushes up to come to standing fully.  His arms extend, and he begins jumping, feet thrashing the ground as he rotates in circles. ‘I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE Y/N. I LOVE Y’N. SHE ISN’T KOREAN BUT I LOVE HER ANYWAY.’ A smile cracks across your face, and you stand, arms grasping Jiyong’s to stop him.

‘The people downstairs will hear you.’ You giggle, before he envelops you in a deep hug, the strong scent of his uniqueness – his cologne, sweat and cigarettes – envelop you in warmth and safety.

‘That, my princess, is a very Korean thing to say.’ He chuckles, swaying you gently. In that moment you know, despite what anyone thinks about your relationship, you will never stop loving him.


The dawn light shifts through the window, illuminating the screen to your phone. Jiyong had left before the sun had even risen, an early call for a photo shoot for a magazine you’d never heard of before. This had become your morning ritual when he wasn’t with you – a lazy, slow wake up, scrolling through the social media posts of friends you had missed overnight due to the time difference. Your fingers hopped over the screen, hovering to pause as you came across a familiar picture. You and Jiyong, together, standing in front of a tree thick with cherry blossom flowers. It had been taken on your trip to Japan during the last spring season. He was wearing a black, wide brimmed hat with dusty pink hair poking out, his arm draped heavily over your shoulder, pulling you into a thick half embrace. His face was turned towards the camera, his trade mark cheeky grin showing his teeth, floral shirt barely visible at the bottom of the frame. Your eyes were locked directly on him, your face frozen mid laugh, your hair swept into a high bun, messy strands framing the edge of your face. Jiyong himself had posted the picture, with an accompanying caption written both in Korean and English.

Yes, my girlfriend is foreign. I’ve never attempted to hide this fact from the public, nor have I viewed it as something I should hide. Love is a beautiful thing, part of the beauty being that it has the ability to transcend race, religion and gender. We, as Koreans, need to realize this and begin accepting all relationships as equal. Negativity towards difference only reflects the negative attitude of the person holding the archaic beliefs.

Yes, my girlfriend is foreign. I love her deeply, both despite and because of this. So, just to break up the usual window to my lavish lifestyle, today I won’t be showing you first class planes, expensive champagne, decadent food and unbelievable wealth. Instead, I’ll be leaving you with this picture of the woman who has my heart. I love you, y/n.

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Maybe a cute, short Drabble of merarthur being rescued from rocks by Vivi and Lewis? He doesn't know or trust these humans yet, so he's highly defensive and scared at first.

I’m basing Mer!Arthur’s design off of @ectoimp‘s and @arthur-tristan-kingsmen‘s design of him. 

The vicious wind and rain howled around the car, making it shake. Vivi was almost afraid that they’d be blown off the road, and on a mountainside road such as this, that would mean certain death.

“Wow…” Lewis couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t a little nervous himself. “I knew Florida weather could be bad but I didn’t think it would be like this.” It wasn’t raining very hard, but the wind was making the drops land hard on the windshield. Lewis could see all the trees nearly coming loose from the ground.

“Just our luck that we came here during a hellish storm, huh?” Vivi grinned a little, and Lewis had to laugh.

“Yeah, sounds about right. I wish the client would have mentioned that little tidbit.” But at least it all worked out with helping the spirit of their client’s uncle move on, and the pay was nice too. Lewis would forgive the little miscommunication this time.

They turned a corner and Vivi smiled as she leaned against the passenger side door. The ocean was wild with waves and even here it was really cool to watch them. She had seen the ocean only a few times in her life and it always astounded her. She had always talked to Lewis about going scuba diving at one point when they had the chance.

Not in this weather though. She was glad there weren’t any boats out there either. Nobody would be crazy enough to go out there in this weathe-

Vivi’s eyes widened and she quickly sat up in her seat. “Lewis stop the car!”

“What-?”

“Quickly!”

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Hello Detective (Sherlock Imagine) Chapter 8

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Your name: submit What is this?

         John finally walked through the door of 221B as you were explaining everything to Lestrade.

         "We’ve got our guy! If we can follow him you can catch yourself a serial killer.“ You turned to see John.

        "John! Finally! Where have you been?” You yelled, running over to him.

          "I was at my flat, packing… I’m gonna move in here.“ He explained. "What’s going on?”

         "It’s Sherlock. He just with the murderer, but he still has the phone so we can still track it. But the damn thing won’t load while it keeps moving, we’ll have to wait until they get where they’re going.“

         "How exactly are we going to do that? What evidence do we have?” Lestrade asked.

        "He has her phone. She planted it on her killer and that man has it.“ You shouted.

         "There’s nothing we can do legally without a court ordered warrant. And no judge in their right mind would do that with the lack of evidence we have.” Lestrade explained.

         "So what? We sit on our ass until we find Sherlock’s dead body?“ You groaned.

         "Who says that wouldn’t be a good thing?” Anderson said. You scowled at him.

         "We go back to Scotland Yard, we wait. That’s all we can do.“ Lestrade said, getting up and walking through the door. The makeshift ‘drugs squad’ followed behind him.

         You turned to John before following everyone out the door. "Follow the tracker when it’s loaded. Find Sherlock, before it’s too late.”

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         You sat around Scotland Yard, twirling your thumbs and worrying. Nearly an hour had passed and you hadn’t heard from John or Sherlock. You had gone over all the files on the past four murders and English laws on warrants or anything that could help. Just one loophole was all you needed.

         And you had found nothing.

        You went back to your desk and flipped through your phone. You saw that you had a text from John… but it had been sent 25 minutes ago. How come you hadn’t seen it 25 minutes ago?

         Roland-Kerr Further Education College.

         -John

        You scoffed. Just because you had an address didn’t mean anything. You still couldn’t do anything. English legal process: great. You couldn’t just up and leave, it was your first day! You didn’t want to be fired for some man you just met. Even though he’s the smartest man you’ve ever met. And easy on the eyes… You shook your head. Sherlock wasn’t capable of feelings like that, and you knew it.

         Lestrade’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Guys! We’ve got a one eighty-seven up at Roland-Kerr Further Education College. Let’s head out people!”

         187? Dead body, homicide. At the exact same place Sherlock was with a serial killer. Your heart dropped. He was dead, and there was nothing you did to stop it. The man with the greatest mind you’ve ever met was dead, just because you didn’t want to lose your job.

         You felt a tear run down your face and you quickly whipped it away. You followed Lestrade out to the parking lot and hopped in the passenger seat of his squad car. You drove in silence as you kept a brave face.

         "Do you think it’s him?“ You asked Lestrade quietly, he sighed.

         "I sure hope not, but yeah. I think it’s Sherlock. I’m sorry.” He said. You turned your head and looked out the window as another silent tear slipped from your face.

         You pulled up to the crime scene with lights flashing. You saw a gurney covered in a long white sheet being rolled out of the building. You slapped your hand over your mouth in shock. Everything was becoming so real, the world was spinning. Everything was happening in slow lotion. Lestrade looked apathetically at you.

         Your eyes scanned the scene looking for John. The flashing Ambulance lights drew your attention. Your eyes opened wide as you saw him.

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         "Sherlock!“ You screamed, your body taking over. You felt your legs running at him as fast as possible. He looked up to you with a smile. You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed tight, making sure he was real. Surprisingly he squeezed back.

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         "I thought you were dead.” You pulled back, standing in front of him. He had an orange shock blanket wrapped around him. “All we knew was a 187 happened right where I knew you were.”

         "I promised you I’d be okay.“ He said, smiling.

         Anderson turned around towards you two with Donovan by his side. "Should we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?” Anderson asked.

         Sherlock looked down into your eyes as you let out a light chuckle.

         "What?“ He asked.

         "Your brother said the same thing.” You explained. Sherlock laughed.

         "Anyway, what happened? Tell me everything.“ You asked, eyes wide with curiosity. Thankful Sherlock was alive.

         "Well, when I followed him outside he said I could call the cops, but if I did he’d never tell me how it was done. I had to know, I had to understand. Once I was in the car he said he was warned about me, apparently I have a fan.” He said.

         "What about the suicides? How’d he manage that?“ You asked.

         "Two identical pills. You take one, he takes the other. A complete game of chance.” He explained.

         "No one’s that lucky. How did they pick the bad pill four times?“ You asked in awe. Sherlock nodded in agreement, he wasn’t 100% sure either.

         "But what’s the point? Why kill four people? For the fun of it?” You asked.

         "He had an aneurism. He was a dead man walking. Every life he took money would go to his kids. He had a sponsor.“ Sherlock said.

         "And I thought I’d heard it all.” You laughed. “Who was his sponsor? You get a name?” You asked again.

         "Moriarty.“ Sherlock said.

         Lestrade walked up to the two of you.   

        "Why have I got this blanket? They keep putting this blanket on me.” Sherlock told him.

         "Yeah, it’s for shock.“ Lestrade explained.

         "I’m not in shock.” Sherlock whined.

         "Yeah, but some of the guys wanted to take photographs.“ Sherlock rolled his eyes as you laughed.

         "So, the shooter. No sign?” Sherlock asked. You were confused for a moment, before piecing it together. If Sherlock was still alive then the cabbie had to have been the 187, and someone had to have shot him.

         "Cleared off before we got here. But a guy like that would have had enemies, I suppose. One of them could have been following him, but… we’ve got nothing to go on.“ Lestrade said.

         "Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” Sherlock said with a smirk.

         "The bullet they just dug out of the wall’s from a handgun. A kill shot over that distance, that kind of weapon. That’s a crack shot we’re looking for. But not just a marksman, a fighter. His hands couldn’t have shaken at all, so clearly he’s acclimatised to violence. He didn’t fire until I was in immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You’re looking for a man probably with a history of military service, and nerves of steel…“ Sherlock trailed off as his eyes landed on something behind you.

        You turned around to see John standing there, waiting patiently behind the police tape. Your eyes opened wide in realization. John did exactly what you told him, save Sherlock.

         "Actually, do you know what? Ignore me.” Sherlock covered.

         "Sorry?“ Lestrade asked confused.

         "Ignore all of that. It’s just the, er, shock talking.” Sherlock said, turning and walking off.

         "Where are you going?“ Lestrade asked.

         "I just need to talk about the rent.” Sherlock stumbled.

         "I’ve still got questions.“ Lestrade whined.

         "What now? I’m in shock, look. I’ve got a blanket.” Sherlock whined back.

Originally posted by stalker-angel97

          "Sherlock!“ Lestrade yelled, crossing his arms.

         "And, I just caught you a serial killer. More or less.” He said.

         "Okay. We’ll pull you in tomorrow, off you go.“  Sherlock walked off to John and threw his blanket through he window of a squad car.

          "Why can’t he just cooperate for once?” Lestrade asked you.

          "You know him better than I do.“ You said, shaking your head.

         "I’ve known him for five years, and no, I don’t.” He answered.

         "Then why do you put up with him?“ You asked honestly.

         "Because I’m desperate, that’s why. And because Sherlock Holmes is a great man, and I think one day, if we’re very, very lucky, he might even be a good one. I’ve seen the way he looks at you Y/N.” Lestrade said. You saw his eyes trail off to something beside the two of you. A car pulled up to the crime scene, a nice car.

         "Oh God, not now.“ Lestrade said annoyed.

         "Mycroft?” You asked.

          "You know him?“ Lestrade asked.

         "Uh, yeah. Excuse me.” You said walking towards him.

         "So, another case cracked. Heard you solves this one before Sherlock. I’m going to assume he didn’t like that.“ Mycroft said. You cracked a smile. You heard two sets of footsteps behind you, must have been John and Sherlock.

          "What are you doing here?” Sherlock asked, now standing beside you.

         "As ever, I’m concerned about you.“ Mycroft answered.

          "Yes, I’ve been hearing about your 'concern’.” Sherlock said rudely, slipping a hand onto the small of your back, his actions shocking you.

          "Always so aggressive. Did it never occur to you that you and I belong on the same side?“ Mycroft said, raising an eyebrow at Sherlock’s sudden contact with you.

         "Oddly enough, no.” Sherlock answered.

         "We have more in common than you’d like to believe. This petty feud between us is simply childish.“ Mycroft states. "People will suffer. And you know how it always upset Mummy.”

         "Now, now boys. Play nice.“ You said, ready to step in between them.

         "I upset her? Me? It wasn’t me that upset her Mycroft.” Sherlock argued.

         "No. No, wait. Mummy? Who’s Mummy?“ John asked confused.

        "Their mother John, come on. This is Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft.” You answered. Mycroft looked at you, impressed.

         "Your brother?“ John asked Sherlock.

         "Of course he’s my brother.” Sherlock answered.

         "So he’s not… “ John asked.

         "Not what?” Sherlock asked confused.

         "I don’t know. Criminal mastermind?“ John said.

         "Close enough.” Sherlock said.

        "For goodness’ sake. I occupy a minor position in the British government.“ Mycroft stated.

        "He is the British government.” Sherlock corrected. “When he’s not too busy being the British secret service or the CIA on a freelance basis. Good evening Mycroft. Try not to start a war before I get home, you know what it does for the traffic.” Sherlock said, walking away.

         "One more question,“ Mycroft said. Sherlock turned back around. "Y/N, how long have you known?” He asked.

        "That you’re brothers? From the moment I saw you.“ You said, and it was the truth. He smiled.

Originally posted by essyltinexile

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          "Interesting, that American woman. She could be the making of my brother, or make him worse than ever. People do crazy things when they’re in love. It’s only a matter of time.” Mycroft told his assistant.

         "Either way, we’d better upgrade their surveillance status. Grade three active.“

         "Sorry, sir, whose status?” She asked, finally looking up from her Blackberry.

         "Sherlock Holmes and Sergeant Y/N.“

badboy!mingyu

Originally posted by mc-gyu

  • meet mingyu
  • he looks intimidating as all hell but he’s truly a dorky, lovable meme who cares for the people around him and isn’t afraid to show it…. when he feels like it seriously tho most of his misconceptions come just  from his height and build
  • that’s why kids used to kick fusses up with him while he chose to brush them off at first after all what use did he have for them
  • but ok the thing is he’ll only really engage you in anything if he thinks you’re worth the energy which is why he rarely got into fights unless it was v necessary and even then he took one step and they dipped tf outta there in a heartbeat
  • continuing on, just the mention of his fave videogame is enough to get him fired up so when people are treating him shittily he easily serves the same behavior right back
  • given he was taught not to take anyone’s shit, he usually fought back in elementary school and middle school with the ones who were usually the bullies tbh
  • he was the lowkey heroic dude that would save potential victims it was actually really sweet bc the ones he saved would back him up and make sure he had rewarded instead of reprimanded like #freemingyu
  • high school was ultimately where everyone generally tried to avoid him what with his record and his overall intimidating demeanor bc puberty was his friend and enemy at this point
  • he spent much of this time alone and doing his own thing, finding a huge interest in music bc it allowed him to express himself without being seen as some hulking monster that could kick ur ass cuz he can but does that mean he wants to??? no (ok that depends but still)
  • this lovable giant didn’t actually befriend anyone until prolly his second to last year of high school
  • thank wonwoo bc he was a new student who as quiet as he was had a knack for music as well
  • somehow these two found each other and became an inseparable pair who lived to create music together, always hyping each other up and supporting one another
  • even when wonwoo was getting shit for his graffiti, mingyu made sure his bff knew that a) his art was cool as shit and b) he got detention with him just y’kno to be at tru bro
  • moving forward, the two eventually made it into university much to their peers’ surprise since they only ever assumed the worst about the both of them as like ‘gangsters’ and shit
  • it’s funny cuz you’d think that he’d let the stigma affect him drastically but instead he’s still a really loud, semi-hyperactive giant who welcomed seungcheol and vernon in his and wonwoo’s friend group
  • bc wonwoo was actually really hyped about meeting others who shared a passion in music like him and mingyu did and how could mingyu say no to his bff??
  • anyway, with their love for music, they discovered the underground rap scene not too long after and chose to perform and just have a shit ton of fun there cuz they absolutely adored the vibes and idk it just became a thing for them ok
  • so i feel the need to mention just how impulsive mingyu can be bc he actually dyed his hair orange bc he saw how cool it looked on ichigo from the anime bleach and the volleyball anime haikyuu!! with hinana shoyo like he just…. wanted to lmao
  • everyone else was like “???? ….you dyed it bc of an anime?”
  • “yeah, looks cool right????”
  • no one wants to tell him he looks like a walking cheeto
  • ok well
  • no one except…..
  • can u guess???
  • you
  • ahahah yup you called this giant a walking orange cheeto
  • so, here’s the backstory behind this:
  • you had gone to one of the underground rap battles bc your friend was so hyped about it and you were part of the school’s paper for the current events section
  • rumor has it that a group that went to your high school was actually killin it and you wanted to see it for yourself and maybe write about it otherwise you’d settle on the dance team’s biggest win thanks to the v cute dancers (*cough* jimin *cough* hyungwon *cough* yugyeom *cough hoseok *cough* *cough* ahem) who you didn’t mind interviewing…. again
  • but anyway, even if the school’s hiphop group turned out to be a bust at least the talent from the other groups was poppin and you always admired hiphop music anyway so it wasn’t like an unenjoyable way to spend your friday night
  • now most people at the rap battles are actually really cool and chill, normally you’re fairly chill yourself, but there was a particular group of people that rubbed you the wrong way, figuratively speaking (and almost literally bc you swear you felt someone brush against you)
  • your discomfort must’ve been noticed by your friend bc she hooks an arm with yours and leads you toward the stage where she promises you she’ll get you an interview with the rappers when y’all see ‘em in action, all you gotta do is wait
  • and so as you’re on your way there, those creeps are watching you and one of them actually tries following you despite how fast your friend tried getting you outta there and so you’re torn between telling the dude to either a) “fuck off” or b) be semi-nice and turn him down
  • but before you can, mingyu kinda appears and tells that guy to leave you alone and said dude is both terrified and irritated with that pretty attractive stranger who has you lowkey miffed also even more so at the fact that you may or may not have lost ur friend in the crowds
  • it isn’t like you’re some defenseless person who can’t y’know handle themselves so the act of saving you just wounds your pride a lil but you don’t say anything (yet) just watching the scene unfold as the creepy dude backs off and says “whatever man just watch it later” and mingyu gets a lil worked up but he tries not to embarrass himself in front of you when you’re both left together
  • i mean you’re not ungrateful for the help but like i said it wounds your pride and you’re just like “ok ya big ol walking cheeto head where did you come from and why did you just put yourself in this position???” bc you’re under the impression he’s about to get into a fight (lmao oh hunny just wait until he’s up on stage) and he’s just baffled
  • he gives you this dumbfounded look like “??? what do you mean- HEY DID YOU JUST CALL ME A WALKING CHEETO HEAD”
  • and you’re just like “hell to the yeah i did! now answer my question. do you have a death wish or something?? over a stranger?” bc to say the least you’re a strong feminist who isn’t afraid to lay out some facts on someone and you’re pretty adamant about staying lowkey when it comes to situations that could endanger other people so you’ve gotten a little worked up on trying to convince him that you had things perfectly handled and he thinks you’re so flippin cute getting worked up as you are and he’s just speechless listening to you
  • he has no time to respond tho bc wonwoo comes up and is like “yo bro we gotta go say bye to the damsel and leggo”
  • you shoot both of them a minor glare but mingyu nods and leaves you with this cute lil two-finger salute and disappears like how he suddenly appeared and your heart is pounding like crazy and you’re like “who is this kid???”
  • after a while forget about him bc your friend finds you and drags you over to an area closer to the stage where one of her bodyguard friends who also went to school with you two jackson was there all smiley and happy to let you guys wait with him
  • most of the acts that have gone up were pretty good but from what your friend and jackson were telling you, the ones from your school were the ones to watch bc they were so good!!!
  • so you wait it out, trying to decipher some form of distinguishing factor about the groups and of course you take notes on a little notepad of yours that you keep for nearly all articles of yours and as you’re finishing a note on a group… jackson and your friend began squealing and shaking you to pay attention to the next act
  • the performance starts off with s.coups and vernon with their strong verses but it serves as a surprise to everyone else and you when wonwoo and mingyu come in with their own
  • you’re in a bit of shock to see that orange-haired dude up there and you expected yourself to be imagining things buuut the hair was a dead ringer for him and as you’re jotting down notes about mostly his verses and the group, you had to admit that they were worth the hype and watch if no one else had done it already
  • just listening to mingyu was enough to entrance you for the rest of the show even as the satisfaction of them winning over the group with the sleaze who was harassing you earlier too and you didn’t realize your friend was dragging you behind the stage until you nearly tripped over a step
  • there’s a deep chuckle off to your left and you see the orange-haired boy that has caught ur eye and you’re tryna put up a front like “???? psh whatchu want???”
  • and she’s going over to s.coups and vernon with a friendly grin, telling them about how you’re on the school’s paper and how you wanted to interview the infamous rap group
  • of course they’re down and she doesn’t say anything as she watches you and mingyu talking again, dragging wonwoo away to let you two talk
  • he’s teasing you for nearly tripping, not even offended that you called him a cheeto head and you compliment him for his rap skills bc your pride isn’t as wounded as it was before
  • it’s pretty cute bc for the rest of the night after introducing yourself and everything, they tell you they’ll do the interview which was what y’all spent doing for the next few hours until it was mingyu’s turn who was actually pretty happy to go last
  • now at the wonwoo’s break room at his job at the nearby convenience store, you two end up talking for the rest of the night with a few of the interview questions you had planned and it goes so well honestly
  • of course you forgot how you had work and so when you wake up in the convenience store you’re like “!!!! shit i gotta go” and you leave a note for mingyu, who looks adorable as shit with his mouth slightly afar and semi-snoring that you had to go and leave without your trust notepad bc of your haste
  • anyway you go to work, p normal stuff not realizing you didn’t have it until mingyu texts you bc you may or may not have left it on the paper to be a lil cute and aloof that he has it and you’re like oh fuck bc you wrote some lil notes about him and you’re readily embarrassed as you meet up with him after with his damn smug smile
  • “cheeto head, dont you dare say shit abt whatever you read”
  • him: “me???? who you callin a cheeto head huh? certainly not me ‘the most distinctive rapper of the group’”
  • you: *facepalms* “i will fight u. you wanna go rn?”
  • “go? yeah, we can go out. how does sushi sound?”
  • so that’s how your first date went ahahah
  • it was really cute bc it’s always been pretty casual and lax between you two since your allnighter of talking and it’s just really easy for you two to connect bc you’re both really passionate about helping people and the one thing you’ve noticed about mingyu is how insecure he really is bc he doesn’t believe in his music ability in comparison to wonwoo, seungcheol, and vernon, all of whom are just as talented, and he just thinks they’re much better than him :(  and it really makes you upset that he’d think that ‘cause you genuinely believe he is talented af
  • i’m not saying you wrote your article about him but it was mostly focused on him which the rest of the boys were totally down for ‘cause their dearest cheeto head deserves it
  • a lot of people come to the show just to see the performance (mainly mingyu) and they’re not disappointed in the slightest like even your editor is telling you to get a solo interview with the orange-haired man that everyone is really enjoying and mingyu is in utter shock bc how could that be? how could the people want him more than his brothers?
  • you have to like physically pinch him to get him to realize he’s not dreaming and he’s seriously like “are you some kind of angel? or fairy? like how did you get this to happen?”
  • and you’re like “that was all you bro”
  • and he’s like “bro but like….. bro”
  • “bro”
  • you can’t help but kiss his cheek bc of how adorably dumbfounded he is and he wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you close bc he can’t contain himself bc in the span of meeting you within a few months he feels worthwhile and if anything he doesn’t care if he’s worth anything to everyone else but you, his bros, and even himself and it’s just so cute to see him finally comfortable in his own skin
  • it’s so presh even the cheesy ass lines he’ll use on you
  • he blames wonwoo but i promise it’s ones he’s come up with personally
  • like remember that v live of him with the toilet paper and how he wanted your exams to roll smoothly? yeah he pulled that shit
  • he talked to his friend joshua into letting him borrow his parent’s cafe and pulled off the sweetest date when you were stressing about your biggest editorial and finals and you couldn’t help but kiss him with so much fervor… well, y’all were glad wonwoo wasn’t at the dorm since it was closest hehe
  • some of the pick up lines that he used but aren’t limited to:
  • “i’m not a photographer, but i can picture me and you together“
  • (you: “you nerd we are together”)
  • “ if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber”
  • (you: …why are you like this?”)
  • (wonwoo: srsly bro why are you like this???”)
  • even some of his texts, which haven’t failed to get a laugh outta of you:
  • “You wanna know what’s beautiful? Read the first word again.”
  • “Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I’ve been touched by an angel?“
  • but in all seriousness, he’s really precious with you and the boys love that you bring him strength especially wonwoo who acts like a total tsundere about it and is like “oh yeh, whateves. y’all are p cute”
  • and you’re like “is the emo king actually complimenting us???”
  • wonwoo: shut up i take it back y’all ugly (’cept ming)
  • you: (งಠ_ಠ)ง
  • mingyu: never thought i’d have people fight over me before (’:
  • but yeah, you and mingyu are really really REALLY CUTE AND I SHIP IT MUCH LIKE EVERYONE ELSE

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Andrew being really protective over neil after the incident with his father, so everytime someone fouls him or just lowkey threatens him andrew is like WTF DID YOU JUST SAY TO MY BF and everyone is so confused like whats going on, especially when they play in competitive legues later on

Andrew doesn’t think much of Neil. Somehow this loud-mouthed, vaguely arrogant boy wormed his way into Andrew’s life and changed it. Andrew isn’t really sure if this change is for the better or not. He’s given this boy the keys to his house, his car. Quite possibly the key to his heart, though he can’t quite gauge is Neil aware of what he has. He isn’t quite sure that he’s okay with that.

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Holtzmann had been freaking out most of the day, sometimes having to be calmed down by the other team members only for her to break down in a fit of panic again. You hadn’t shown up at the firehouse for work today, something you would never do without calling first, which you hadn’t. You weren’t reading any of her messages and everytime she tried calling you, it went straight to voicemail.

“I don’t where she is, if she’s safe or if she’s in the city.” Holtzmann was ranting to her teammates.

“Listen, just calm down. If it makes you feel any better, why don’t you run over to her apartment and see if everything’s okay?” Abby suggested, watching her good friend pace back and forth.

Just as she was about to accept the offer, she noticed something on the muted television screen behind Abby.

It was the news channel, from the title at the bottom of the screen she saw that an entire apartment building was being held captive by an unnamed subject for most of the morning before there were reports of people being found unconscious or worse inside their apartments by dangerous gases.

It was your apartment building.

When she saw the name it, she immediately ran out of the firehouse, only stopping breifly to snatch her coat from the hanger and bolting out the door.

She ran all the way there, coming to a hault when she saw all of the flashing lights and ambulances crowding the streets.

Slowly she started walking towards the haze of people and emergency vehicles sitting outside the building.

Jillian saw people being carried out on stretchers or with gas masks on their faces, leaning against paramedics with scared expressions.

She walked through the crowd of people staring up at the building.

As she kept walking and not being able to spot your face, she felt herself begin to panic again and tears starting to brim her eyes as she tried to find you through the crowd.

Holtzmann felt someone tap her shoulder, turning and seeing one of your close friends looking at her with a concerned look.

“What’s the matter, are you okay?” She asked, noticing the extremely alarmed look on Holtzmann’s face.

Jillian had to hold herself back from just breaking in a fit of tears before asking. “If you find (Y/n), could you tell her I’m looking for her? And that I’d like to see her, that I need to see her?” She could hear her voice cracking and dying out throughout her sentences.

“Well why don’t you turn around and look you crazy woman.”

Holtzmann sprang around and saw you smiling at her, a bright orange shock blanket wrapped around your shoulders.

Not even caring about the whole crowd that was around her, she ran straight to your arms and holding you unbelievably close, you had to take a step back to keep yourself upright.

“Hey Jilly, you don’t need to worry anymore. I’m right here.” You cooed into her ear.

You thought what you said might have comforted her, but she broke into tears.

You had to admit you were shocked, you had never seen her cry but now here she was, full on sobbing into your shoulder.

“Don’t leave me, I don’t know what I’d do if you left without me.”

You ran your hands through her hair, trying to calm her down. “You’re gonna cry your eyes out.” You teased, reaching down to brush the tears away.

She leaned up from your shoulder and placed a full kiss on your lips, not letting you break away for several minutes before she straightend herself out and started throwing questions at you.

“Are you alright? What happend? You’re staying with me from now on, no complaints…” She said, brushing your hair with her fingers and looking for any injuries.

“Why don’t we go back to the firehouse?” You said, placing your hands ontop of hers. “I’m sure the other girls would like to know I’m okay.”

Jillian nodded, tightly taking your hand in hers as you left the crowded area and started weaving your way to the firehouse.

A/n:
Not gonna lie, I’m not fond of this imagine.
I think my idea was in the right place but overall this seems kinda eh.
I’m not very good at writing angsty stuff so I’m really trying to push myself a little and this seemed like a decent start.
Hope you enjoyed it anyways.

Stuck in Hell

Genre: Demon! AU

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  can u plspls write a demon!jimin au scenario where he falls in love with a human knowing that he shouldn’t and ends up hurting her bc of his demon nature or something angsty like that?? i love your writing btw!!

Warning: Violence, blood. and idk demonic stuff?

Pt.2 // Pt.3

Originally posted by bangthebae

Across the room was the man you had a hopeless on and off crush for and now that you were adults you were willing to push aside any feeling of doubt as you walked closer to him. He was someone who wasn’t approachable and someone who felt dangerous to be around even when he barely said a word. Something about him had this pulling attraction and every time you got a glimpse of his eyes you were instantly hooked. As you approached his head turned slightly to get a full view of you.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here.” You told him.

He gives you a smile.

“Same for you. I just didn’t see this as your kind of thing.”

Confidently you cross your arms across your chest.

“And what makes you say that?”

He leans closer to your ear, setting the drink in his hand down on the table next to your side. 

“Because there is way better places if you wanna get out of here..” 

You smirk, nodding your head. The man grabs onto your hand and pulls you out of the place with him by his side. As you walk along with him on the sidewalk you see someone directly looking at you from across the street. His hair was dark orange tone so he stood out to you but as soon as a car drove by he was gone. You stopped in your tracks to look for him but the guy you were with insisted on the two of you to get into his car. Before you could step in you were stopped when someone grabbed onto your arm. You were in shock to see the orange-haired guy behind you.

“Don’t get in with him…” Jimin warned you.

You yank your arm away. 

“…Do I know you?” You asked, trying to find something even vaguely familiar about him but you were positive he was a stranger. 

“The guy you’re with is dangerous. Please just listen to me.” He begs.

You look back the man you were about to leave with and he gives you a confused look. Honestly, If someone asked you why you ended up trusting a complete stranger you really couldn’t answer it. It was like you already trusted him. After the refusal the guy just speeds off, annoyed. You walk along side of Jimin as the two of you fall quiet. You take a glimpse of his face and even though it was dark you could see how painfully handsome he was. 

“..How did you know he was a bad guy?” You asked, curiously.

“I’ve seen him use other girls and I didn’t want to see him to do it to you too…” He says quietly as if he doesn’t really want you to ask more about it.

You nod and smile at Jimin. “Well, thank you. For saving me I mean…Could I ask for your name at least?” 

He stares back for a second taking in your gorgeous smile. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen it but it was the first time it was towards him. 

“Jimin.” He finally says back, smiling.

You blushed. If anything could make him more attractive and charming it was definitely his smile. 

“I-I’m Y/N….”

He doesn’t pay much attention as if he already knew that. When the two of you were half way to your place you open your mouth again.

“You know, you really don’t have to walk me home. I’m sure you’re probably busy on Friday night..” 

Jimin shakes his head. “No, I want to. It means I’ll get to be around you for a little longer.”

What he flirting with you? As you start to question his integrity and start blushing again suddenly you’re in front of your place already but you pass it off as if you must have just been closer than you assumed. 

“Thank you for taking me home Jimin-” You say as you turn around.

When you looked up and down the street he was gone again. You sighed thinking you drank way too much and head up to your place. For a while this memory was pushed to the back of your mind as you just continued your week doing your same routine. While you were at work it was becoming hard for you to focus. Your mind started to wander and all you could think about was him. The smile he had, the oddly bright but attractive color of his hair, his brown eyes, and the weird sensation of feelings being around him gave you. When you started to question ever seeing him again you could see him outside your window from a distance. Without even thinking you got up and ran outside. 

“Jimin!”

He turned around to face you, not even seeming shocked to see you. He smiled again.

“Hey Y/N.” 

You looked him up and down. “I thought I’d never see you again I-….Where did you go last time?”

Jimin shrugged. “ I didn’t want to make you feel weird if I came all the way home with you and I’m not really supposed to be around you. You should go back to work.”

You scrunched your face in confusion.

“But I have something to ask you.”

“What is it?”

“I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out sometime. I know we don’t really know each other but maybe you could come to my place for dinner..? I was getting off work anyway.”

Jimin sighed but kept the same smile on his face.

“…You’re really too trusting Y/N…”

“Please?” You pouted.

When he finally gave in he nodded and you giggled in excitement. You exchanged phone numbers with him to send him your address and what time to be there. As soon as work was over you ran home to clean everything up. Midway through the doorbell rang and you just shoved as much stuff into your bedroom as you had time for and ran to the door. 

“Coming!” You called, changing your clothes as quick as you could.

As you opened the door he looked up at you. 

“Y-you’re um…” He started to say and you looked around to what was wrong. 

“Here, just turn around for a second.” He told you.

You did as you were told. His cold hands touched your bare back as he zipped up the back of your dress. 

“I didn’t know this was a dress up sort of thing.” He admits. 

You hold his hand, leading him inside and shut the door behind him.

“Of course, It’s a date.”

When you were leading him to the table you noticed him staring again. It looked as if he was happy and sad at the same time while he was lost in thought looking at you. You sat him down. 

“What is it?”

A small smile begins on his lips. 

“It feels like I’ve been waiting for you to say something like that to me..”

You gave a confused look but you instantly remembered the food you made, rushing to the kitchen to get it out. When you left he felt a growing pain his chest as he noticed his nails had grown some on their own. He hid his hands under the table knowing something was wrong. If he couldn’t control himself he knew you’d finally see him for what he was and the one thing he hated most was the thought of scaring you off. Coming back with the food you placed on the table you sat down next to him.

“I hope this is all okay. I’m sure what you like yet.”

He nods. “No, I mean. This looks good. Thank you for cooking.”

Jimin’s eyes couldn’t help but wonder to your low cut dress that seemed to expose your chest slightly. When he started thinking of things he shouldn’t be his eye color changed to a dark red. When you made eye contact with him you worried, putting a hand on his cheek. 

“I think there’s something wrong..”

“W-what?” 

“Jimin, your eyes are red….Should I take you to the hospital or something??”

He stands up from the table. 

“Uh no, It’s fine! I’m gonna go look at it. Where’s the bathroom?”

You pointed to the room down the hall and he rushed in there, forgetting to shut the door. Thankfully only his eyes changed when he go turned on but that didn’t explain the feeling of his wings coming through his back. Worried you came to the bathroom to check on him. You knocked on the door twice.

“Are you still okay?”

He opened the door for you. “yeah I’m fine..”

Surprised you noticed his eye color was back to normal.

“That’s weird…”

Suddenly Jimin clenched his chest in pain, bending over. You started to panic.

“-what’s wrong?? Does it hurt??”

He pushed you away from him in fear of him changing back to his true self. You landed on your back on the bathroom floor as his wings ripped straight through his shirt, his nails becoming longer, fangs appearing in his mouth, and the mirror shattered in front of you. You didn’t move or scream or do anything for that matter. You were just in shock. Jimin tilts his head up just enough to watch your face for a reaction. His eyes widened at the claw marks he gave you on accident from pushing you with his nails. Small streams of blood went down your arm. He dropped to his knees. 

“I-…..Y/N…”

You crawled closer to him out of pure curiosity. Honestly, you weren’t afraid of him at all since it explained everything that had been happening. You placed a hand on his cheek once more and he scanned your face for an explanation. 

“…It’s okay..” You told him.

“I hurt you-”

You kissed him, using your tongue to feel his fangs but careful enough not to cut your tongue. His eyes turned a dark maroon like color again as he blushed. You pulled away to look at him as a whole. He grabbed you, picking you up into his arms as he steps out of the bathroom so you won’t hurt yourself on the glass. After he sets you onto the couch he goes back and cleans it up for you. 

“I think I should go.” Jimin says, not looking at you from behind the couch.

Before you could even protest by the time you got up from the couch he was gone from your apartment and the only proof that he was ever here was your shattered mirror. You looked down at your arm and even the wound was gone. With a sigh you looked over at the two plates still placed on the table and all the food that was going to be wasted later on.

Owe You One || Jimin ft. Taeguk

word count;; 2.9k
pairing;; Park Jimin x reader
genre;; pure fluff
warnings;; Jimin being the precious angel he is;;
ft. shit-eating maknae punks 


“And – and what do I do if I feel like it’s going to go horribly wrong?” Wringing your hands together anxiously, you continuously take fleeting, unnerved glances over your shoulder to the entrance of the small restaurant that you stand in now, as if expecting someone to jump out at you. And by God, you would not be surprised if someone did.

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Red, The Blood of Angry Men

Hi I was wondering if you could write a fic of newt x reader? The reader is a metamorphagi and show her emotions through her hair. So when she sees newt for the first time her hair changes from her normal black hair to a deep red because she finds newt to be attractive. And newt finds it cute idk somewhere along the line lol

I love color theory and this was so fun to write!


“Y/N! WAKE UP, IT’S TIME FOR BREAKFAST!” Your best friend yelled in your ear. 

“Mm, 5 more minutes, please” you plead, rolling over in your bed. 

“You’re going to miss care of magical creatures,” they singsong in your ears. You jolt awake 

“I’M READY!” Your friend laughs as you tumble out of bed. 

You quickly run to the bathroom and fix yourself up in the mirror, your hair is a bright orange which shocked you a little. You walk out of the bathroom and your friend bursts out in laughter. 

“What’s so funny?” you ask, 

“Y-You l-look l-l-like an o-orange” they laugh out. 

You roll your eyes and drag them to the great hall. On the way, your hair turns back to black, your normal hair color. You silently breathe a sigh of relief. You admit being a metamorphagi is fun at times, like pranking people, but it’s a big hassle when your emotions are on display for everyone to see. 

Luckily, not everyone knows what each color means, so most don’t actually know what each emotion means. You ate breakfast quickly, wanting to get ready for Care of Magical Creatures. It was your third year which meant you were allowed to take it. You absolutely adored creatures, the tips of your hair turned a gold yellow just thinking about it. 

You ran back to your dorm and grabbed all the books you need and a few extra, just in case. You made your way to class early and waited outside the classroom, eager to start class. Your standing peacefully when you hear a loud crash and some running. 

“GET BACK HERE, YOU PILFERING PEST!” 

That voice was definitely not the professor, it sounded like a young boy instead. Your hair started turning a little purple out of curiosity. You opened the door and saw a brown-haired boy chasing around a niffler. The niffler saw the open door and scurried towards you, you quickly scooped it up and held it in your arms. 

“Now, what do you think you’re doing?” you question the niffler with a playful tone. 

The boy stops in front if you, his hair was floppy and messy, his tie was undone and around his neck, he had his wand behind his ear and his white button up was ruffled and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. You stared at the boy, admiring his freckles and the dirt on his nose. 

“Um, excuse me, but you’re holding my niffler,” the voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

How could you forget about the little troublemaker in your arms? You looked down and saw it all cuddled up in your arms. “Oh right, so sorry,” you apologize, handing the niffler to the boy, the niffler looks back at you with a sad expression.

You giggle and pull a coin from your pocket and hand it to the niffler who happily stuffed it in its pouch. When you looked up the boy was staring at you wide-eyed. 

“Um, can I help you?” you ask, feeling a little self-conscious.

“Oh sorry, forgive my staring but, your hair just turned from black to red,” he said with a hint of shock in his voice. 

Great, this cute boy thinks I’m weird because my hair changes color, stupid me being a metamorphagi. 

“I don’t think you’re weird, I think you’re amazing,” he whispers in awe. 

Oops, you thought out loud again, your face turned red to match your hair. 

“So, um, what are you doing in here without professor supervision?” you question, trying to change the subject. 

“Oh, I come here a lot, you know, I annoy people,” his head turned away for a split second, “And animals are much better comfort in my opinion.” he turned and went back to put the niffler in its burrow. 

“By the way, how did you know that the Niffler liked shiny objects?” He asked while walking to the bowtruckles. 

“I love magical creatures, I’ve always found them interesting. I was so overjoyed when I got enrolled in this class that I came early,” you reply excitedly. 

He smiles at you, noticing your hair growing golden tips on your still deep red hair. 

“What’s your name? I’m Newt Scamander, ” he says as he holds out his hand. 

“I’m Y/n L/n, pleasure to meet you Newt,” you take his hand and shake it, a little longer than needed in all honesty. People started to walk in and take their seats including your friends. 

“Well, I better let you go off with your friends. Nice meeting you, Y/n!” he said, turning back to the bowtruckles. You turned around and saw your friends deep in conversation. You sigh and turned back to Newt, 

“Actually, I think I’d rather stay with you, if you don’t mind?” you ask. His back was turned but you could see he was grinning. 

“Of course I don’t mind, I’d love to be your partner,” he winced a little after speaking but it only made you giggle. 

“By the way, I did some research on Metamorphagi a couple of years ago. I was in the library and found a book on special abilites some wizards have. If I remember correctly, bright red means anger and dark read means um love. Am I correct?” He sheepishly asks. You start to blush and fidget with your hands before answering him. 

“Yes, that could be correct,” you confess, wanting to disappear at that moment. 

“Well, I think red is a lovely color on you, Y/n,” he gives you a smile that makes your hair turn red again. 

“Damn you, Scamander” you playfully roll your eyes and walk to a table. 

You notice the tips of your hair turning gold again. Let’s just say you were very excited for this class. 


I cant stop singing Red and Black from Les Miserable. Help me, or dont I love les amis so much

Ikea beds are for napping

Characters: Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou
Pairings: OiHina
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1043
Summary: When your parents drag you to IKEA, there is really no better way to spend your time than to take a nap in one of the exhibition beds.
Author’s note: This was written for day 3 of OiHina week, on the theme Comfort, but I’m like several months late in posting it. I guess we’ll see if I finish OiHina week or not but you at least get to read this one! 

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