“It swallowed me, this lunatic. Please save me tonight. Within this childish madness, you will save me tonight.” - [“Save Me” - BTS]
Summary: It was an unprecedented love that bloomed within the halls of your high school, until secret words were overheard, and shattered the budding romance. It changed your life forever, leading you down a path you had never thought you would be on– training to become a secret agent. You chose it to escape Yoongi and the results of how things ended between you two, but as fate would have it, that very same choice ended up leading you right back to him. Will you be able to save your clients and solve mysteries together despite your history? Will you be able to save each other? Will you able to save yourself…from yourself?
Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jin & all the other BTS members)
Secret Agent AU
Mystery, Action, Angst, & Fluff (contains some violence, mentions of murder, death, harassment, and bullying)
A/N: So this wasn’t the entire thing I wanted to release, but I didn’t have time to write up everything, and I wanted to leave an update for you all before I left. I’m travelling to Greece for a week and a half on vacation, so I won’t be able to update/write x) and I didn’t want to leave you all hanging…too much. Soo here’s some important and much needed fluff <3 Prepare for more of the mystery and action when I return! Muahaha ~
Yoongi grinned widely as you hurried
towards him, dressed in an adorable dress, with your hair done more carefully
than you usually did for school. It was all for him, and his heart welled up
happily at the thought.
You stumbled into him giddily, and
he steadied you with his hands at your waist coolly. You blushed and smiled
shyly. And he couldn’t help it, with you looking so adorable, so he leaned down
and kissed you sweetly.
"Yoongi. People are…”
You glanced around worriedly.
His grin simply widened as he stole
another kiss from you.
"You should know by now, I
don’t really care about other people.“
You chuckled as you cupped his face
and kissed him. "Let’s pretend that you don’t then.”
He intertwined your fingers as you two
strolled down the streets.
"So are you really going to
make me try lamb skewers?“ You scrunched your face.
"Um yes. It’s the best. And you
need to try the best.” Yoongi rolled his eyes.
You glanced over at him and smiled.
“You look good with a beanie.”
"I look good with
everything.“ he smirked and you smacked his arm.
"Your ego is killing the mood,
He chuckled. “I like when we’re
ourselves like this.”
Your lips curled up. “Me
He studied you up and down.
“Did you fall?”
"Your knees are a little
You blushed. “Oh…yeah. I had
a clumsy moment.”
"No one’s been giving you a
hard time right? Now that everyone knows we’re dating?“ Yoongi questioned.
"No. Of course not.” You
giggled. “Who would dare touch Min Yoongi’s girlfriend?”
"Damn right.“ Yoongi
You scrunched your face as Yoongi
waved the lamb skewer in front of your face.
"Just do it! I promise. One
bite and you’ll be hooked.”
"But I heard people didn’t like
it!“ You complained.
"But you won’t know until you
try!” he urged.“Open.”
Cautiously, you opened your mouth
and took a small bite. Immediately, your eyes lit up and Yoongi cackled smugly.
"What’d I say?“
"Shut up.” You grabbed the
skewer from his hand with a huff.
"When we’re old enough to
drink, we’re coming back and eating these with soju.“
"And grilled meat!” You
Yoongi chuckled as he rested his
chin on his palm, staring at you eat endearingly. “And that is why you’re
the chosen one.”
"The chosen one?“ You
raised an eyebrow.
"The chosen one to be deemed my
girlfriend.” he grinned.
You rolled your eyes. “What did
I do to deserve this honor?”
"Hand.“ Yoongi called out.
"I’m not a dog.”
"Just do it.“
You opened your palm curiously. He chicly
placed a sterling silver chain with a slender ring looped inside, into your
hand. He blushed as he shyly watched your reaction. He had never been good at
giving presents, but when he had seen this, he knew he had to get it. He wanted
to get it for you.
"Is this…?” Your eyes
glanced up at him in awe.
Yoongi averted his eyes and pulled
his own identical ring from underneath his shirt.
"Oooo ~ Min Yoongi.“ You
teased. "I didn’t know you liked couple things ~”
He huffed, embarrassed.
You pulled your hair up, and smiled
at him expectantly. “Shouldn’t you put it on me like in the dramas?”
"You can just put it on
yourself though.“ he grumbled, but still grabbed the necklace, making his
way behind you.
After it was hooked and fastened,
you turned and pulled his face down to plant your lips against his gratefully.
He smiled into the kiss, butterflies fluttering in his stomach.
But suddenly, you began fading from
his grip and he was left in darkness, calling out your name worriedly.
Summary: Inspired by this post (x) Being born and raised in a HYDRA family means you must be a devoted member to the organisation, carrying out orders with blind obedience. But after being assigned the suicide mission of being the Winter Soldier’s handler, you slowly start to question where your loyalties truly lie.
Warnings: angst, swearing, drugs
Word count: 2556
A.N: I’M SQUEALING
“Y/N wake up.”
You were pulled out of your restless sleep
by a pair of hands shaking your shoulders. Your head was blurry, yet you let
out a wail when something—probably a finger— dug into the bullet wound on your
“Fuck-“–once you opened your eyes, the first
thing you noticed was the room’s lack of illumination, but even in spite of it
you managed to seethe man pulling
his hand away from your shoulder, fingers smeared with blood. “Come on,wake up.”
A set of keys clinked a few feet away from
you, and you registered the sound of metal scraping against concrete—a door
opening—right before you were hoisted up from your slumping position against a
cool wall by yet another set of hands.
Memories of the past few days flashed
behind your eyelids as you struggled to stay upright. There was a blank space,
right after you’d gotten shot in the server room—or whatever the place with the
strange files was called—but you were plagued with vague, new memories all the
The antiseptic smell of an infirmary, an
interrogation room and the sound of engines running in a small hangar were some
of the images and sensations planted in your brain, and yet you couldn’t quite
remember being in any of those places, the memories floating around your mind
like a handful of pieces of a much larger puzzle you couldn’t make sense of.
Not that you had a clear head anyways. Your
vision was blurry and your senses dulled, and you were faintly aware of people
coming in and out of the room—though given your state you couldn’t pinpoint how
long ago that had been—to inject something in your arm that made you feel as if
you were walking on a cloud.
“She’s high as a kite.” Said one of the
men, pulling your focus back to the people unshackling you from the wall, “Just
look at her; can’t even stand upright.” He was all but dragging you from your injured
arm when the other man—the one who’d woken you up—stopped him.
Yesterday I buckled down and wrote 3k+ words of pining egoflapbang based off of this picture. Thank you Dan for apparently fixing my writers block.
Dan watched as the scenery moved by, paying less attention to what they were actually passing than the colors of the sunset that painted the sky. The horizon was bathed in pinks and purples and oranges, and Dan felt himself become captivated by it. His earbuds were tucked snuggly in his ears, playing a playlist he had made specifically for this tour, a mix of some of his favorite songs. The volume was on low and he could hear his own faint humming along with the beats of the music, but he didn’t mind.
He was sitting in one of the tour bus seats, tucked up against the window, a blanket wrapped tightly around his shoulders. The faint rocking of the bus was lulling him into a state of relaxation, and he was tempted to fall asleep, even though he knew he shouldn’t. They all had to be up relatively early, which meant that falling asleep now and taking a nap would most definitely be a bad idea.
A particularly big bump startled him out of his thoughts and he let out a small noise as his forehead smacked against the window. The others in the bus voiced their annoyance as well but it quickly went back to the silence that had been encompassing them from earlier.
klaroline au + i hate u i love by gnash feat. olivia o'brien (the angst is soooo good help)
Thanks for the prompt! This is kind of a post-canon take on the song’s themes, and I really hope you like it!
Stop Reminiscing || Klaroline
She was in the bathroom putting on makeup, unaware - or more likely ignoring the fact - he watched her from the bed. Over the decades, after all, in hotel rooms just like that Parisian suite, she must have grown used to the sensation. He did love watching Caroline in her most unguarded moments.
Even in his agitation at the moment, his fingers itched to draw the exact shape of her eye as he focused on lining her lips.
But his eyes couldn’t linger on her face; no, they kept drifting down to the gap in her shirt, where the glint of her necklace boiled his blood. The simple ring on a silver chain was a familiar sight after fifty years, and it had elicited many emotions from him during that time: grief, anger, compassion, jealousy.
He felt jealous that Caroline would never fully be his, not as long as the ghost of Stefan Salvatore hung around her neck.
You couldn’t tell by just looking at her, standing there in complete and utter composure as she fastened the gold bracelet around her wrist, not a fleeting hint of nervousness skittering about the porcelain olive face that stared directly into the vast mirror in front of her. No. To the outside eye, one wouldn’t say the once Queen of the Enchanted Forest was at all apprehensive about what was to happen in less than 20 minutes.
But that, being stoned featured to the world while her insides feel like jello in a hurricane is one of her many strengths. Her knees are far to wobbly in the tall gold heels. Palms sweat riddled, fingers shaking so terribly the damn clasp won’t fasten though she’s been at it for the past three minutes. No. To everyone else, Regina Mills looks like a woman of calm and serenity, but she is terrified.
Not in a way of fearing for her life, or that of a loved one being taken away type fear. It’s an internal boiling of butterflies over a cauldron of self doubt and disbelief that no one can see. The lump in her throat swells to the size of a boulder, teeth bite back the sting of bile that creeps up every now and then. If she’d let her wall down, they’d all see the utter nervous wreck that she is. But that just won’t do. She can steel herself for long enough to make it through the ceremony whilst curious eyes watch, and perhaps later she will find a nice bush to throw her digested lunch into.
Frowning at the gold clip that refuses to be integrated with its dangling partner on her wrist, a flicker of tears brim across long dark lashes. And she will not cry. Her makeup is far to perfectly done to have any of that nonsense happen. Screw the bracelet. She tosses it back down onto the oak vanity with a growl, huffing indignantly with a hot glare as it clinks harmless into a pile. Thank god her dress is stunning and no one will notice if she isn’t wearing the defiant accessory.
He will like it, that much is certain. What with all the exposed skin of her back thanks to the low cut of the lace gown. Hunter Green with tiny diamonds strung about the entire length. White was never her anyway, and black would have just been ridiculous. If she is being truthful, she feel’s rather pretty in the color. It certainly highlights the olive tone of her skin, the deep set plum of her lips, compliments the raven hue of her hair. If it wasn’t for the simple gold necklace that hung between her breasts, illuminated by the dying sun, it could almost be possible for her to slip into the forest and blend in entirely. Perhaps part of her is still Queen of the Forest. A small part.
Smoothing out the lace that covers her arms, she checks her nails over once more, nothing fancy, just painted a soft mushroom grey, the color will go well with the white lilies in her bouquet. Time is ticking away as the musings of a few voices outside the tent call her attention, and there really isn’t much more time she can stall. Not that she is trying to stall. She’s not scared. Just in honest to God disbelief that this is happening for her.
Marrying a man she actually wants to, without anyone here to stop them from doing just that. Robin had popped the question, or rather shot the question at her almost a year ago, and time had flown past her. She is excited. Truly is. Wants nothing more than to be able to hear him introduce her as his wife. Mrs. Regina Locksley. It has a nice ring to it. Speaking of rings, she probably should grab the wedding band for Robin from the black velvet satchel before she forgets. That would just be embarrassing.
Rolling the steel band between her fingers, the emeralds glint in the peaking of sun from the tent opening, two of them set between a single block diamond in the middle. All sunken into the silver metal and perfectly him. Not that he was that inclined to be wearing something so lavish, lest someone spot it on his finger and try to rob them for it’s value. But Regina had insisted more or less. He’d chided her playfully that is was simply to keep female eyes away from where they not ought to be prying. She neither confirmed nor denied that.
Tucking the ring into the green band that secures her flowers, she spies the gold bracelet once more, rolling her eyes heavy as she picks it back up in a last ditch attempt to get the bloody thing to hook.
“Wow. You look incredible.”
It’s the sound of her own voice, perhaps an octave higher, but it’s a voice she knows to the core. Spinning on the spot with wide eyes and mouth agape, it’s the last person she expected to be standing here. In a simple plum dress with a silver belt, hair lightly curled about her shoulders and a small smile on ruby red lips.
“I could say the same about you.”
The two share a smile, before the Queen licks her lips rather apprehensively. She hasn’t spoken to Regina in nearly three months. Had told her about she and Robin’s engagement, and the look in the other woman’s eyes tore a piece of her heart out. Heartbroken happiness. It poured out of the beaming smile Regina had given her through their magic mirror. But she could see the tears that swelled behind dark lashes. It what she had wanted for herself. A happy ending that had been stripped away from her.
She owes Regina everything. This chance at a new beginning, at acceptance, and at love. A thought passes her mind as she watches Regina take a few slow steps towards her, eyes trained on the gold bracelet clasped within her own hands, that she should say thank you more often, make the effort to ensure that they are both living at least somewhat happy. It’s the least she can do.
“Here, let me.” Regina takes the bracelet from the Queen, bites down on her lower lip, brows creasing together as she attempts to hinge the two sides together. She just watches her. Rather stunned she is here, but beyond grateful for it. She looks thinner, hair is longer than the last time they spoke, but still beautiful as ever. Even behind the sadness in her eyes she tries to hide.
“Do these even fit together?” Regina huffs down at the accessory, and the Queen lets a light chuckle out. “Seriously. How is this not connecting?” She fiddles again before letting out a conquering “Ha! There.” before she lets the Queen’s hand go, bracelet securely in place.
For a moment they just stand there, holding each other’s gaze. And while the Queen vehemently refused to cry earlier, a single traitorous tear falls onto her cheek. One that Regina quickly brushes away with a smile. “You shouldn’t be crying on your wedding day.” She tucks a curl behind the Queen’s ear and steps one pace back. “Well, do a spin for me.” Her finger twirls playfully, much to the blush the flares into the Queen’s cheeks as she rolls her eyes and does what was asked and slowly turns herself 180 degrees in a circle, giving Regina the complete spectrum of her gown.
“I have to say that dress is gorgeous. I’m almost annoyed I don’t own it.”
“Maybe I’ll let you borrow it one day.”
The comment thickens the air bittersweetly. Regina knows what the Queen meant. That perhaps on her own wedding this could be the garment she’d wear. But that ship has long sailed, her beloved archer at the helm as it faded into the unreachable distance.
Sensing the sadness, the Queen reaches for Regina’s hand, smoothes over her thumb and spies the sapphire diamond that sits on a ring laced about a silver chain. “That was daddy’s ring.” She toys with the band as Regina smiles against the previous burning of tears.
“I brought it for you actually.”
The Queen’s eyebrow arches high as Regina slips the necklace off, the diamond ring following suit before it falls heavy into her palm. “I didn’t know if you were doing the whole; something old, new, borrowed and blue.” She presses the ring into the Queen’s hand, closing her fist around it tightly, “But I figured this could be all of the above?”
For a moment, she is at a loss for words as she twiddles the ring between her fingers. “Thank you.” She locks eyes with Regina who now fiddles with the empty chain about her neck. “He would have wanted you to wear it.”
“No. Not just for this.” The Queen swallows heavy. “For being here.”
Regina sniffs hard, tucks her hair back and swallows down the lump in her throat. “There’s no place I’d rather be.”
The hug happens fast, the Queen tugging Regina tight into her arms, holding the woman who has given her a new chance at life with everything she can muster. “I’m happy for you.” Regina whispers between them, “Truly.”
“Hey mom’s. I think everyone is ready to go.”
Regina pulls back at the same time the Queen stiffens and her jaw hits the proverbial forest floor. He’s so big. And handsome standing at the opening of the tent in a black tux and dark green tie.
“Hi Mom.” Her son steps into the room, beaming brighter than the sun that is lighting her heart on fire, and wraps her up in a fierce hug.
“I can’t believe you’re here.” She stumbles over the words as she feels just how tall he is now. Taller than she, all chiseled jaw broad in his shoulders, and hair slicked to the side neatly.
“Well someone has to walk you down the aisle right?” He kisses her cheek and grasps her hand. “Is that okay with you?”
Is the most ridiculous question she’s ever been asked, and god dammit her makeup is going to be smudged beyond belief as tears flood down once more. Whatever, she can fix it with a wave of her hand. This is more important. Holding her son. Breathing in the summer fresh scent that clung to him as a child. Her fingers run through his hair gently, a motion that has him chuckling and pulling slightly away with a happy “Hey now, this hair took mom forever to get right.” His eyes flick up to Regina who stands not three feet away, smiling softly at the pair.
“It’s the cowlick in the back.” She chuckles, walking up to them with a kiss pressed to Henry’s cheek. “Never did like to stay down.”
“I remember that.” The Queen bites happily down on her lip, running her hand down his chest and fixing the tie she mussed up. “It’s in every school picture.”
“My own personal style.”
“Messy bed head?”
“More like, too cool for a hair brush.”
The trio laughs, and Regina hears the low chime of the harp outside the tent.
“Well I guess we should get this going. You ready mom?” Henry extends a bent elbow out to both of his mother’s, chin jutted up into the air stoically with a grin as Regina hands the Queen her bouquet and they all walk out of the tent into the dusk sky.
Regina leaves first, taking a seat beside Jefferson who tips his hat at the Queen’s baffled expression the hatter is present. Appears there are a lot of unexpected guests. Granted she and Robin only asked the quiet older couple that lived on the farm next to them to attend their wedding. It wasn’t supposed to be anything grand, just the pair of them and the forest where they belong.
But the more the Queen walks beside Henry, down the white velvet carpet towards the altar she hasn’t even glanced at yet, the tears swell in her eyes as she see’s Granny and Ruby tucked in side by side one row back, beside Tinkerbell, with who looks as though she is about to burst into tears. Hook and Emma are on the opposite side of the aisle, the pirate bouncing a small baby girl in his lap as four of the seven dwarfs lean over and babble happy faces at the child. Maleficent slides in beside the vacant seat next to Regina, her hand moving to lace with the brunettes fingers comfortingly as she always had done.
It’s nearly overwhelming. All the people that are here for her. That wanted to come and see her live her happy ending. After all the terror she had put them through, it seems forgiveness runs rampant in this group.
Finally, she lets her eyes move up, and there he is. Looking at her as though the only thing in the entire world that exists is her. It’s all clean cut hair and neat pressed clothes. Not that he is wearing a tux or anything, it’s a simple clean white linen shirt underneath a dark green and gold embroidered vest his father had given him, and brown straight trousers that tuck into his boots. For a moment she doesn’t think she has ever been more enamoured by him before. It steals her breath away just how much she loves this man who has chosen to see past all that scars that adorned her heart and love her for simply her.
Henry’s hand squeezes her’s tight as the come to a spot at the archway, a kiss pressed to her cheek as the friar asks softly who gives this woman away. It takes everything in her to not let her heart burst as Henry proudly states that he, her son does. Robin steps down, pulls Henry into a hug and turns to lace his fingers into her own. Henry leaves them with one last whispered “I love you” into her hair and sits down beside Maleficent.
It’s just them now. Standing toe to toe in front of all these people.
“Hi.” He breathes through a dimpled smile.
“Hi.” She grins back, breathing out through her nose as evenly as her pulsating lungs will allow.
“I want to thank you all for being here today, to wit-”
A small clattering of chairs halts the preacher mid speech, as all eyes turn to find Snow and Charming half tipped over and bright as tomatoes in their embarrassment. The crowd goes quiet as the Queen arches her eyebrow at the pair who quickly scramble to their seats beside Emma.
“Sorry we’re late.” Snow hushes out.
For a moment no one says anything, at least not until the Queen and Regina lock eyes and proceed to both burst out into laughter, the rest following suit as Snow hides her face in Charmings shoulder, giggling at the ridiculous statement she just echoed.
[image description: a clear plastic capsule pendant containing a clear liquid bubbling at the top and a combination of dark blue, light blue, silver and light pink heart and star-shaped sequins along with small silver glitter pieces. The pendant is attached to a silver-coloured chain and split ring, making a keychain. The keychain rests on a light tan surface against a white binder with gold-coloured clip rings.]
This is a fabulous submission from @hoboraptor in somewhat changed form because Tumblr ate her original post when I added it to the queue. (I hit “queue” after adding image descriptions and the post, which did not post at all, vanished from inbox, queue and draft. Of course this happens on a day of terrible hand pain!) Thankfully, I still had the link to the product page open in my browser, so I remade the post, but I apologise for doing so in a more abbreviated form!
This pretty epic find is a HN Glitter Quicksand Star Keychain, retailing on Amazon for the fabulously inexpensive price of $1.25 USD with $1.99 USD (within the US) shipping! The link offers five different different colour combinations, all at the same price. This would be pretty easy, too, to turn into an oversized necklace pendant…
PEOPLE ALWAYS LOOK AT ME WEIRD WHEN I SAY I'M ALLERGIC TO MOST METALS I'VE NEVER MET ANYONE ELSE WITH THIS ALLERGY I CAN LITERALLY ONLY WEAR TITANIUM AND PURE STERLING SILVER
Whaaaa..? Most earrings are made of nickel or gold because so many people have bad reactions to silver? it’s normally just a little rash if I wear a silver chain or rings for a few hours.
There’s a medical theory under investigation that silver has some kind of autoimmune properties- the rates of infection are lower and healing times faster when silver IV needles are used over flexible plastic ones. WHY is not particularly clear, but I’m willing to bet that there’s a reason that silver’s always been thought of as magical.
Woah. Just stumbled across you and your writing. Fucking blew my mind. As 9 would say: fantastic! Request? Percabeth first I love you?
anon: More diner au please!
i decided to make this an AU, the rest of which you can find here if you’re interested
He loved it when she played for him.
When she dragged him into the empty auditorium, past rows of seats bare of an audience, up small wooden stairs onto the vast stage where she told him to sit down. He did, with his legs crossed like he was in middle school, and watched her move over to the grand piano, black and glossy and impressive. She lifted the lid, tucked her skirt to her legs and sat down at the bench. She flexed her fingers, drew in a breath and blew it right back out again, and fixed her eyes on the keys.
She played without music sheets, like the music was coming from her very soul, written in the sharp movements of her fingers on the keys and the deft step of her toes on the pedals. Smooth, fast, beautiful. Percy felt his mind go blank. The quiz he was stressing about disappeared, the phonecall he’d had with his mom yesterday no longer worried him, the month long detention he’d managed to score went away completely.