so... say good bye for your heart

Un-break My Heart
  • "Don't leave me in all this pain"
  • "Don't leave me out in the rain"
  • "Come back and bring back my smile"
  • "Come and take these tears away"
  • "I need your arms to hold me now"
  • "The nights are so unkind"
  • "Bring back those nights when I held you beside me"
  • "Say you'll love me again"
  • "Undo this hurt you caused when you walked out the door"
  • "I cried so many nights"
  • "Take back that sad word good-bye"
  • "Don't leave me here with these tears"
  • "Come and kiss this pain away"
  • "I can't forget the day you left"
  • "Life is so cruel without you here beside me"
  • "Come back and say you love me"
  • "Without you I just can't go on"
hamilton: a summary
  • alexander hamilton: damn ham u been through some shit
  • aaron burr, sir: um excuse me can u be my friend
  • my shot: nvm i got other friends also let's go to war
  • the story of tonight: my friends and i are probs gonna die but we're okay with it
  • the schuyler sisters: feminist!angelica is canon
  • farmer refuted: @samuel seabury shut ur fuck pls
  • you'll be back: america is in an abusive relationship w king george
  • right hand man: burr gets rekt
  • a winter's ball: angelica would be ashamed of u, ham n burr
  • helpless: ham is so cute and pretty btw i married him
  • satisfied: ham is so cute and pretty btw my sis married him
  • the story of tonight-reprise: everyone is happy and no one is dead
  • wait for it: burr does nothing
  • stay alive: charles lee shit his pants
  • ten duel commandments: can u count
  • meet me inside: oooh ham's in trooouubblleee
  • that would be enough: learn to appreciate what the fuck u have ham
  • guns and ships: dam lafayette can rap fast
  • history has its eyes on you: ham is back
  • yorktown (the world turned upside down): fuckin finally we won
  • what comes next?: king george is pissy
  • dear theodosia: babies and foreshadowing
  • non-stop: shut it up ham
  • what'd i miss: jefferson is the blitz
  • cabinet battle #1: people like money too much
  • take a break: ham is emotionally unavailable for his family
  • say no to this: ham,,,,,no,,,...,,.
  • the room where is happens: burr is left out
  • schuyler defeated: burr is back
  • cabinet battle #2: the Betrayal to lafayette
  • washington on your side: senpai notice me
  • one last time: washington: i'm tired bye
  • i know him: george is still relevant ???
  • the adams administration: fat shaming isn't cool ham
  • we know: ham,,,,,..,,.,...,,...,.,,,,,.,..,.,.,
  • hurricane: they can't tell everyone if i tell everyone first ha who's the idiot now
  • the reynolds pamphlet: angelica is savage
  • burn: eliza is so good and pure
  • blow us all away: my heart
  • stay alive-reprise: my hEART
  • the election of 1800: everyone still cares about ham's opinion for some reason
  • your obedient servent: "pass the salt" just pass ham or burr i swear this is the saltiest song u will ever hear
  • best of wives and best of women: LITERALLY ELIZA DESERVES SO MUCH MORE THAN U HAM
  • the world was wide enough: burr done fucked up
  • who lives, who dies, who tells your story: eliza's fucking amazing seriously how tf did ham get her ?????
White Lies // Taehyung

Drabble game request: Taehyung + “How could I ever forget about you?” + Best Friends AU | for @bangtan-bangbang

Word count: 2,056 words

Character: Taehyung x reader

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You're my home

Originally posted by supernatxralgifs

Warnings: Reader is a single mom. (very young single mom). Fluff.

Notes: And here i am with another fluff Jensen x Reader, sorry, that’s my thing. I inspired myself on the story of Savannah and Everleigh Soutas, and in the lovely couple, Savannah and Cole LaBrant, because they are amazingggg!!!!! I hope you like this! (Thinking about opening my requests soon!!!). Special thank you @realdiepie and @bleu-dans-la-nuit

“Are you ready sweetie?” You asked your daughter who was putting one of her stuffed toys in your bag.

“Yeah.” She answered with her cute little voice. She was only three years old, and you already didn’t want her to grow up anymore. “Mommy let’s go!” She said excited making you laugh. 

“Okay, let’s go.” You said locking your house, opening the car and putting her in the baby seat. Since the start of the Supernatural series, you had been a huge fan. You loved the characters, you loved the cast and you loved the show. And now, a convention in your city was finally happening. And since Lottie, your little girl, loved the series too - the episodes you allowed her to see at least -, she was going with you. And it wasn’t like you had anyone to watch her for you if you went alone…

“Are we here?” She asked looking through the window and you smiled, sighing.  

“Yes, Lottie, we’re here.” You said excitedly taking her out of the car. You couldn’t believe this was going to happen! Everything was so surreal. You entered the hotel where the convention was happening and immediately saw a bunch of fans, mostly teenagers, wearing Supernatural shirts, taking pictures and cosplaying. You put a white shirt in Lottie that said “Protected by Sam and Dean", with purple and blue dotted pants; and you worr a black shirt that said  “The hell protected by Sam and Dean. I got this shit" and jeans. 

Because Lottie was young, you didn’t pay for anything else but the Photo Op with Jared and Jensen. She wouldn’t stand being in the hotel with noisy fans all day. 

“Oh my god, aren’t you the cutest thing ever?” A redhead girl with glasses in line in front of you said when she looked to your daughter and you laughed. 

“Hey honey.” 

“Hello.” Lottie said a little embarrassed. “I like your hair, it’s like mine!” She continued, talking about her strawberry-blonde hair, and the woman laughed looking at you. 

“She’s shy just during the first few seconds, then, she’s a talker.” You explained and your daughter looked at you with a smile and gave a small laugh.

“Thank you! I like yours too! What’s your name?” She asked.

“Lottie! What’s yours?” Lottie answered holding your hand.

“Amy. Do you like Supernatural?” 

“Yeah!” Your daughter answered excitedly and you smiled. You had raised her well. “I looove Dean, but momma said that his real name is Jense.” You and Lottie started to talk to the woman, and for the first time in a long time, you felt like you had a friend. You were only 19 when you got pregnant and your family… well, your family wasn’t exactly supportive. You had to move from your city, and your friends - at least the ones that remained - stayed there. And now between watching Lottie, writing and working in the restaurant, you didn’t have time to make friends.

“Mommy….” Lottie said sleepily, resting her head on your shoulder. 

“I know, I know.” You answered kissing her forehead. You had been in the line for a few hours now, and this was pretty hard when you had a little daughter. First she was running around and talking to everyone, but now she was starting to get sleepy and it hurt your heart that you just couldn’t go home and put her to sleep. Amy was next, so you were almost getting in. 

“Okay, here I go, wish me luck! And please (Y/N), call me, let’s go grab a drink sometime.” She said and you smiled giving her a clumsy hug.

“We sure will, have fun!” You said excited referring to the photo OP and she smiled.

“Bye Lottie, it was so good to meet you!” She said and Lottie waved saying a cute “Bye”. 

“Are you excited? We are next!” You said trying to cheer her up.

“I am momma, but I’m tired.” She said and you gave her a small smile. This broke your heart in pieces. Cliff was there, and you and Amy talked to him a little.

“Is she okay?” He asked when he came back from the room where the pictures were being taken. Lottie started to groan and you felt tears in your shirt. Oh no…

“She’s tired.” You said rubbing her back and her cries started to get loud.

“Oh” He said putting his hand on her back to help to calm her down. “You are almost going in okay?”

“Yeah, thank you.” You said with a soft smile and he smiled. He was a sweet guy and it was so nice to meet him. Lottie started to cry louder and rub her eyes, and sadly you couldn’t do anything about it.

“Lottie we gonna see Dean and Sam, you love them!” You said to her but she didn’t stop crying. 

“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on here?” You heard a very familiar voice in front of you.

Holy crap.

You slowly looked up to the person who had just talked and gasped in shock. It’s was Jensen fucking Ackles in flesh. He was incredibly handsome, nothing compared to what we saw on the series. He was tall, had the most beautiful green eyes you ever seen in your life (after your daughter’s, of course… she was your daughter after all) and boy did he smell good. 

Jensen stopped when he got out of the room and saw you. He was paralyzed. He never though this could happen just from seeing someone, but you were beautiful, and immediately caught his attention. 

But the little girl’s cry woke him up, making him look at her and his face turned to a hurt face. He hated hearing kids cry, it was the worst sound in the entire world in his opinion. Not because it was annoying or anything like that, but because his heart turned into dust when he heard it, it was like something was hurting him.

“Hey sweetheart.” He said getting close to you, making your heart speed up. You couldn’t open your mouth to even say “Hi”. “What’s the matter?” He asked to Lottie putting his hand in her back and like a miracle, she stopped crying to look at him, still rubbing her eyes. 

“Are you… Jense?” She asked confused, altering her look between you and him. He smiled, and when he looked at you, you felt your legs shake. 

“Yeah I am princess.” He said sweetly holding her hand. “And what’s your name?”

“Lottie…” She answered softly.

“Well Lottie, can you tell me why you were crying?” You didn’t think he could get any cuter, then he turned to you and said: “Can I pick her up?” You nodded, unable to say anything, and when he extended his arms to her, she immediately went to him.

“C'mon inside.” He said to you with a smile, nodding his head towards the door and you two entered.

“I want to sleep.” Lottie answered with a pout making you two laugh. You didn’t see Jared anywhere.

“You want to sleep? Okay, I know a quiet room for you to sleep after this.” He said with a big smile and you frowned. “And tell me, Lottie, what’s your gorgeous mom’s name?” He asked to her while looking at you, and you felt your checks burn.

“Hm…” She started thinking about it and you laughed. “Mommy” She answered and he laughed loudly, you too.

“(Y/N). Big fan.” You said and he smiled, giving you a clumsy hug with the arm he wasn’t holding your daughter and making you shiver.

“Pleasure to met you (Y/N).” Jensen said looking straight into your eyes and you smiled. “Jared just went to the bathroom, he will be back in a second for us to take the picture.”

“It’s alright” You said. Jensen’s eyes locked with yours and if it wasn’t for Lottie, he had a feeling that you would be looking at each other for some time. 

“I looove Dean, he’s so cute.” She said and Jensen looked at her in awe.

“He is? He thinks you’re a pretty little girl too.” He said before coming to look back to you. “She’s pretty smart for a… I’m guessing four?”

“She’s three.” You said feeling proud of your daughter. 

“Wow, just three. Most of the young girls can’t tell the difference between me and Dean.” He explained looking surprised at her, and even though she wasn’t paying attention to the conversation, she gave a little laugh circling her small arms around Jensen’s neck. 

“I don’t know why, but she’s just learned your…”

“SAM!” She screamed looking behind Jensen to where Jared appeared. You looked at him, and couldn’t help but smile. He was so handsome too. You just couldn’t believe you were face to face with them. 

“… Name.” You finished after Lottie’s interruption and Jensen laughed.

“Hello there honey!” Jared said with a big smile when he saw her. “Hello there sweetheart!” This time, the hello was for you, and your smile grew even more when he wrapped his arms around you, giving you a strong hug. He smelled pretty nice too. “You okay?” He asked looking straight into your eyes too.

“Yeah…” You said with a sigh of adoration and he smiled kissing your forehead.  

“Great.” Jared said. “Now, you!” He said pointing at your daughter. “I want a hug too!” He said and she smiled going to his arms. 

“Your daughter is simply adorable.” Jensen said appearing by your side when Jared started to talk with Lottie. 

“Thank you.” You said happily. “You know, sometimes I think that I wouldn’t have found strength to raise her alone if it wasn’t for you guys, you know, the campaigns and all the love.” You said referring to the Always Keep Fighting campaign, and Jensen’s face turned serious, looking straight at you. You gasped in surprise when he just drew you into a strong hug. 

“I’m glad you did.” He said still hugging you. “The guy who left you was a douche, you are so beautiful and amazing, he doesn’t know what he is missing.” He said making tears come up in your eyes. It was the most beautiful thing someone could’ve say to you. 

“What do you think about taking that picture?” Jared asked excited, and you shook your head trying to prevent the tears from falling before agreeing. You stayed in the middle of them, Jared’s arm that wasn’t holding Lottie circling your waist and Jensen’s arm in your shoulders. You smiled and you heard Chris snapping two pictures. Lucky you.

“Thank you.” You said first to Chris, who smiled to you. “Thank you guys, you have no idea how much this means to me and to Lottie. We really appreciate it.” You said turning to them, and they smiled. 

“Thank you.” Lottie said quietly and they both looked at her in ‘awe’. “I love you guys. This much!” She said opening her arms and you laughed.

“We love you too.” Jensen said and opened his arms. “This much!” She laughed and Jared put her in the ground after he kissed her forehead. Jensen bent down to give her a hug while Jared hugged you whispering “thank you, I love you” in your ear.

Jensen stood up, and hugged you strong, kissing your cheek, taking more time than necessary. Not that you were complaining. 

“So Cliff is gonna take you to a quiet cast room for Lottie to sleep a little bit until the panels start. Are you going to see ours?” Jensen asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh… I didn’t pay for anything else other than the OP, I didn’t think Lottie would be able to stand it.” You explained surprised, and he and Jared exchanged looks.

“You want to see our panel?” Jared asked while Lottie held your hand. “Cause we can arrange that." 

"If you think Lottie can handle it after getting some sleep, you can stay.” Jensen said, hoping that you would. Why the hell was he so intrigued about you?

“Oh my god guys, really?” You said surprised feeling your heart beat faster. “You can do that for me?" 

"Yeah, definitely!” Jared said smiling and you smiled too.

“Well… What do you think Lottie?” You asked looking down at her, and she smiled excitedly.

“Yes!” She said happily and you looked back to them with a smile.

“I guess we will stay then!” You said happily and both of them smiled, feeling satisfied with your answer. Especially Jensen…

Part 2

Jon Snow- Finally Home.

Word count: 3084

“Winter is Coming”. The Stark words resonated with you more so than ever as you ran through the snow, hoping to the Gods that you were running north and not wandering aimlessly through the woods. You would have stayed on the Kings Road but that would have made hunting you far too easy for the monsters that had taken over Winterfell, you couldn’t tell if it was the Bolton’s or the small amount of Iron Born still remaining on the main land, but either way, it was not safe for you to remain in Winterfell.

Actually now that you think about it, you weren’t even sure that you would be welcomed at your destination either. It had been a long while since you had set eyes on Jon Snow, now the high and mighty Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, protector of the Seven Kingdoms from the Wildlings and other mysterious monsters that hide behind the Wall. The last time you had seen Jon Snow, it was the night before he left Winterfell to travel to the Wall and begin his training…

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Even When It Hurts [Nyx x Reader]

This idea sprung up when @toreishi​ and I were talking about the scars on Nyx’s glorious chest (I would plant my face and die on that chest) 

Of course I couldn’t miss an opportunity to write about, so here it is! Also because I wanted an excuse to write this man shirtless XD

SHIP: Nyx/Reader


See me fall down. Let me die here slowly…

Steel-blue eyes slowly opened as the glaive roused awake from his slumber. He blinked and rubbed his lids, allowing his sight to familiarize to the morning light he hadn’t been accustomed to seeing for so long. Usually he’d be greeted by a dark room the moment he awoke. Being a soldier to the crown meant early hours, and it was part of a lifestyle to wake up way before the sun made its first break over the horizon. The dark cold mornings were the dull and a dreadful reminders of the agonising work hours Nyx would have to endure. But this time, with the morning light softly filtering through the sheer curtains, the glaive felt at ease.

His eyes flickered to the alarm clock placed on the bedside table. 9 o’clock it read. The sight brought a beam to Nyx’s lips. Though still an early hour, to the glaive waking up at this time was a rare occasion. A sigh of pure content sounded as he lowered himself back down on the soft plush mattress, surrounded by the warmth of the blankets. But that wasn’t the only thing keeping him warm. You lay asleep beside him, your head resting upon his shoulder while his arm wrapped around your form.

He brought his lips to place a kiss upon your hair. “I love you..” he said softly, a familiar sweet scent entered his nose, causing him to smile.

Stirring, you opened your eyes to see Nyx gazing down at you. “Good morning, sleepy head.” you murmured.

A low chuckled sounded past Nyx’s lips. “Me? I think the sleepy head here is you.”

You too let a laugh back. “Well to be truthful, I woke up before you. And plus,” you snuggled further into his hold. “it’s been awhile since I’ve been able to wake up with you.”

Those words were indeed true. Nyx had forgotten the last time he was given the chance to see you in the morning, In his line of work, a simple concept of waking up to a beloved was still hard to come by for this glaive.

“Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” Nyx asked, taking note of the familiar t-shirt you were currently dressed in. It was an obvious fact that it too big for you. The old shirt appeared more like a dress on your figure as the loose garment fell just at your thighs. But even so, such sight was still attractive to the glaive.

“Maybe.” you hummed. “You left it when you came over a while ago. Why? Do you want it back?” you asked, gazing up at your lover with a smile.

Nyx smirked. “No, I think it looks better on you.” he said, planting a kiss on your temple.

“Good. Cause I wasn’t planning on giving it back anyway.” you smirked in return. “It’s too comfortable.”

Nyx grinned. “For you, I’ll give you anything.” he replied, and captured your lips in his for a sweet morning kiss.

However, sweet soon took a passionate turn when the glaive rolled on top of you. His weight pinned you down, but you paid no mind, the kiss was already enough to leave you breathless. Fingers knotting in his hair, the intimacy deepened, gifting Nyx a blissful hum from you when you kissed back. A kiss, such a usual thing the two of you shared. Yet, the gesture spoke of all the emotions you felt for each other; the love, the longing, and the sorrow inflicted when torn away from each other’s company.


Nyx warned you of that. You knew the consequences and risks of loving a man of duty, but the endearment you felt for this soldier was far too deep for you to escape. And it was this affection you had that convinced Nyx to give this budding love a chance. But even so, it was all too painful. With every new mission came a surge of merciless dread to overcome you and Nyx. Even the shortest missions—usually consisting of a day—was enough to trigger the unbearable fear of not being able to see each other again. How you two still held on was a miracle. But the moments of anguish would diminished the second Nyx stepped through the door. No words were needed to express what had to be said. Just being able to embrace other again, and kiss those words of yearning upon each other’s lips was more than enough.

I miss you. The arms would speak.

I love you. The lips would trace upon skin.

Never let me go. Breathless words would pray.

Such which happened the night before.

“Don’t leave me…” you mumbled again his lips. “Please…”

“[Name]….” The glaive pulled back from your lips. The look you wore was no longer with endearment, but instead dressed in dread. It was a look he was all too familiar with, a look that you’d give him whenever he left beyond the wall. “I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke the words he’d always say before his good-byes. But his voice sounded with evident hesitance as if he knew they were nothing but lies.

“But how can you be so sure?” you questioned back.

Nyx’s eyes widened in shock. “[Name]—” However his response was only stolen with another kiss.

It wasn’t gentle like before. No, your lips felt desperate, almost as if you were pleading, praying for him to stay as they captured hastily against his. Breaths melded in shallow gasps as you parted, only to have you and your lover stare deep into each other once again. The glaive’s heart ached upon witnessing the pain manifesting in your face. It was because of him were you forced to feel such suffering. Cupping your face in his hands, Nyx drew your lips back to his with yearning and desire.

I’ll never leave you his lips seemed to whisper in promise. Even if it was a promise hard to keep, he wanted nothing more than to help you ease your worries.

A soft moan sounded from your throat as you melted into the moment. Your hands began to wander, down from his hair to his jawline, fingers tracing the lines of the tattoo on his neck, until they reached past his shoulders. When you neared his chest, it was then did you feel Nyx suddenly freeze—as if he was in pain. Pulling away, your view wandered to the scars on his chest. You always noticed them, but you never dared to speak of them. With your fingertips you lightly traced the rough skin, following their path as they branched from his shoulder to his chest like crawling vines. You could still feel Nyx flinch even under your soft touch.  

“Nyx.” you spoke, lifting your gaze from the scars which marred his skin to his very own. “Tell me about them.”

Nyx froze. It was clear what you were referring to. “There’s nothing to tell you.” He leaned over to kiss you once more, to advert your attention away from his scars. However with your hands upon his chest, you gently pushed him off you. You could feel a soft rhythm under your palm, the beating of a shallow melody—a song that only belonged to a broken man.

“Tell me.” you said again. Sitting up from where you lay you stared back up at him.

The look in your eyes spoke with such sincerity as they bored into his—and it hurt. You had shown so much to him, a world behind the walls of war and destruction and the feeling of being wanted. But here he was still hiding in the shadows of his demons, behind those walls where he lay his life like a meaningless sacrifice—such was the purpose of the king’s blade. He tried his best to imprison the glaive that hardened his soul, to keep it apart from the things that made him the happiest. But he could only keep them at bay for so long. The torment still gnawed at him as they sunk their teeth deep within his heart. God, he wished he could tell you how much it damaged him, he wished he had the strength to show you the reality that was slowly killing him inside. Though at the same time, he feared what would transpire if he did. You swore to stay by his side no matter the consequences, but how true were your words? Nyx knew better than to doubt, but trust was a rare thing in his new purpose.

“I….”His brows furrowed as he averted his gaze away, the sight of you only weighed upon his soul. “I can’t…” He didn’t deserve you, god he didn’t.

“Nyx.” his name parted from your lips, like another prayer he wished to hear once more. Leaning close, your hands you cupped his face and brought his forehead to press against yours. His shallow breaths ghosting against your lips. “For me, please.” He said he’d give you anything, and this was everything you wanted.

You could never gather the courage to ask about the stories of his battles, nor has he ever shared them. But the scars, they had their own stories to tell. The rigid and jagged lines carved upon his skin; fresh and old, told the tales of this courageous soldier, the red painted fields and the tragedies of his comrades—new friends and old—slaughtered before his very eyes. It hurt him to tell, and you knew that well. But even so, no longer could you bear another night when he would come home to you, only to have his terrified orbs—scarred with the horrors he was shackled to witness—to meet yours.

Like always, Nyx found comfort in your touch. Inhaling sharply, he placed his hands on top of yours and brought them down to his lap, lacing his fingers with yours. “It was just another missions, another battle beyond the walls.” he began.

The glaive remembered it vividly. It was just like every other day in the cramped confinements of those dark rickety vans, being transported—like cattle to a slaughterhouse—to the barren wastelands where the glaives would lay their lives on a silver platter like an offering to the Gods, all for heart and home. With no time to second guess, the endless hours of relentless fighting would commence—staining their hands with the blood of not only their enemies, but comrades too.

“We won that battle, like we always did. We sent the Nifs running with their tails between their legs…” Such was a common victory, but a scornful chuckle sounded from the glaive despite the words of his triumph. It tasted sweet against his tongue, but it wasn’t long until that victory tasted of poison. He could feel a sudden hard tug within, like the unravelling of a stitch on a forgotten wound. The smells of the battlefield, the stench of rotting flesh, and the suffocation of smoke and dust entering his lungs, it was all coming back to him.

“What happened?”

Nyx snapped back to see you staring back at him in wait for him to continue. However he swallowed thickly, unable to find that will to continue his tale. “I’m sorry, [Name]….I can't—”

“You can.” You cut him off. “You can tell me, and I’ll still be listening ” your voice sounded firm, though there was still a hint of gentleness within. With your hands in his, you gave them a tight squeeze, a gesture of reassurance to show him that you were indeed speaking the truth.

Nyx lowered his gaze, the manifests of hesitance were seeping from inside. But how long are you willing to listen? He wanted to say. They all left when they heard of the horrors, of the man he had become. And yet….  “I almost died that day…” he whispered.

Death. Like a shadowing phantom, it was always there, always following until the moment it would mercilessly snatch even the most innocent lives in it’s ghostly grasp—erasing them from existence. The thought of him ever dying was an agonising pill to swallow. But it was a fact that it was impossible to avoid in Nyx’s life as a glaive—it was for the greater good, as they would put it. But even so, it was a reality hard to accept.


Nyx bit down on his lip. The tugging of stitches on this forgotten wound were becoming more brutal at each passing second, as he reached into his subconscious to rip those repressed memories of long ago. “Those MTs…those killing machines, they got me.”

And the glaive told you. He told you the memory which devoured the man he was born to be.

The gunshots cracked like thunder, forged with the power of the storm as the bullets of the Magitek sliced mercilessly through the air. Nyx maneuverered over the terrain, trying to gain ground between himself and the weapons of the empire. His heavy boots skidded across the dirt and rubble as he raced just in time to take shelter behind a crumbling concrete wall, to hear a few bullets pelt against the ruin instead of his head. He inhaled a heavy and sharp breath, only to breathe in smoke and dust instead of the sweet air his lungs pleaded for. The sweat on his temple trickled down the side of his face, mixing with the dirt and blood, stinging the fresh cuts—such was the fruits of his labor. The echoes of the relentless firing of nuzzles haunted his hearing. Still Nyx willed himself to ignore the deafening sound. Gripping his kukris tightly in his gloved grip he carefully peeked from behind the concrete wall, eyes trying to map his route. He had to move to the next point quickly, but how? From all directions he could see the many firearms pointed at all directions. He could disarm them quickly, but it’ll be near impossible to do so without getting blasted—the triggers were always prepared to shoot.

Suddenly, a red beam of which only belonged to a laser began to point at the glaive’s head. Eyes widening, Nyx quickly ducked back behind the wall, just in time as the bullet hit the spot right where he had been seconds ago. Gritting his teeth, the glaive silently cursed.


Quickly, he turned directions. With his back pressed against the wall he followed its length and snuck his head out from behind to scope another route. Thankfully he was shielded from the sniper’s point of view. Nevertheless Nyx knew his time was running thin. The MTs were due to encroach on his position anytime soon. The very last thing he wanted was to be trapped…or so he thought.

“Did…did you make it out?” Your grip on his hands tightened as they had been doing so ever since he started.

Nyx didn’t reply. But the moment he turned his head away with the tightening of his lip, it was enough to give you the answer.


A warp was all he needed to escape the situation he was in. However as simple as it sounded, the task itself was not. Taking one last glance at the war-zone he was hiding from, he landed on his target—higher ground was what he needed. Twirling the kukri in his hand, Nyx threw his blade with a swift swing of his arm. It punctured into the wall as he intended and soon his body followed suit in a cloud of shattering crystal and smoke. Reappearing in a flash of light, he held onto the hilt of his kukri and dug the soles of his heavy boots into the structure in order to keep his balance. Steel-blue eyes analysed the battlefield before him. From up above he would see his fellow glaives fighting their own battles. The cries of war and the screams of death still managed to enter his ears even at a height closer to heaven. However his time of minimal ‘peace’ came to an end when a sound of cracking and crumbling added to the noises of his surroundings. Furrowing his brows, Nyx glanced up to see cracks forming upon the stone of where his kukri had punctured.  His eyes widened, however upon realisation it was already too late.

Time had slowed for moment. Yet his body was continuously dropping at a speed which constricted his throat till he could hardly draw breath. His fingers reached out as if to grab anything to stop him from plummeting to the ground, but he clutched on nothing but thin air—even his kukri seemed to be out of reach.  He knew the pain was coming, but the wait felt eternal while his body jerked and flailed as he fell. Then he landed. However he didn’t scream. Instead he groaned in agony, followed by a hiss as he withered from the impact. Wincing, Nyx pulled himself up, pain rippled up his legs and shot through his arm. Bones shifted followed by cracks. They were definitely broken. Limping, he leaned against the closest wall trying his best to support his bodyweight. His gasps of pain sounded like sweet music to the devil.

“Nyx!”  a voice sounded through his earpiece. “Nyx we need backup!”  It was Libertus, frantic as always.

“I’m a little busy here.” The said glaive hissed back through gritted teeth. The pain consuming his limbs was excruciating. But broken bones were not an excuse to stop fighting.  Excuses were non-existent the moment he joined the Kingsglaive. “I’ll….” he swallowed the pain. “I’ll be there soon—Argh!”

His words were replaced with a strangled scream as a paralysing sensation began to spread from the centre of his chest to the rest of his body. Nyx didn’t need to look back to know what had happened. He had let his guard down for a short moment, but it was enough time for the arm of magitek soldier to lunge and spear their arm through his back. His breath had left him, neither could he move. The electricity from the hearts of the machine coursed through his body, freezing his every nerve as it took control of his being. Like a puppet on a string, he began to twitch and jerk violently. The tingling sensation wasn’t like that of a simple zap running through his skin. It felt hot, almost searing as it burned its way through his flesh. And soon, the fires of the battlefield weren’t the only smells that entered his nose.

This was it. He was done for…at last.

“But you made it out alive.” you remarked. “You’re still here. You didn’t die.”

A response of silence.

“Nyx?” You said his name again.

Again, Nyx didn’t say a word. Instead, you felt his hands grow limp against yours, no longer holding back with the warmth you adored. And it was at that moment did you see the life leave his steel-blue eyes, even if he wasn’t dead.

“If only I did…” The tranquility Nyx felt despite the moment of torment was engraved so vividly into his memory. He remembered hearing the tolling bells from the afterlife in the distance, beckoning for his return. He could still feel the embrace of death holding him, caressing his skin like the gentle touch of a mother to a babe. It was the most peaceful he had felt, and Nyx wished nothing more than to feel it again. “I thought…I thought I could see them again…” he murmured. “Mother…Selena…” Agony seeped in his words, and it hurt to hear them. “Every time I enter that battlefield, I pray that this time would be it, that my suffering will finally come to an end.” But reality was cruel, and the gods never accepted him into their haven, even if he was clinging onto his last threads of mortality.

Your heart stopped from hearing those words escape his lips. “Nyx, don’t say that…” you said. “Your life is worth so much more than you thin—”

“It’s not [Name]!”

You flinched from the sudden yell of his voice. Rage simmered in his gaze, but you could see past it. Deep within you could see another man—lonely and scared.

“It’s not….” Nyx lowered his head. “I’m not who you think I am.” his voice was cold, distant and sounded like one of defeat.

“Why do you say that?” you asked.

“I’m tired [Name]” Nyx muttered. “I’m tired of running, I’m tired of being chased by these demons, I’m tired of having my life shredded like a dead animal.” The rage in his eyes depleted into one of despair—a look of one lost of hope. “I just want it to stop. I just want to lay my head down and rest for once in my life. But I can’t [Name]!”

“But you have to try!” you tried to reason. “You can’t give up this easily Nyx, you’re stronger than this!”

“What’s the point?” Nyx refuted. “What’s the point of trying anymore, when all I do is come back with the same thoughts of these battles, and I wake up to only find out that nothing in my life has changed and that I’m still living this god damn nightmare! I’m alive, but what am I alive for?”

“There’s people who still need you Nyx. You can’t just throw your life away.” you reached your hand out to take his, but the glaive immediately pulled away.

“No one needs me [Name]. Mother and Selena are dead. I have no home or anyone to return to.” Breathing out a trembling breath, Nyx brought his hands to his face, burying his anguish. “I…I want to die.”

You softened your gaze. This side to him wasn’t a side he’d shown you before; it was a side he hadn’t shown anyone. For as long as you’d known him, Nyx was the soldier you’d met that night at Malbo’s Smul Hut. The hero of the Kingsglaive who tried to impress you with his tales of bravery, and the man who took you home and made you his woman, and soon his lover. You remembered him looking so confident and courageous in his uniform; like the hero they dubbed him to be. But when that uniform came off, you would see the damage that lay in it’s wake. Behind the blades and magic, Nyx was just a man, weak and terrified. A man, forged into a weapon by the hands of its king to be thrown into the battlefield to find peace. And a man who would wake up every morning with nothing but the company of his scars—a reminder of the days his life would flash before his eyes. The wounds of his battles would heal, but the haunting memories burned upon his conscious were the ones of eternal.

“Why are you so eager to die?”

“Because it’s the only way I can go home…”

Without saying anymore, you reach out and wrapped your arms around Nyx, pressing your cheek against his neck as you pulled him close. You had embraced him many times before, however the body you held in your arms felt different—it felt frail. You could feel the suffering, his anguish seeping through his skin. Maybe a simple hug wasn’t enough to ease the demons feasting on his sanity, but you hoped it was enough for him to know that you were still here, that you were the someone he could return to.

“You are home, Nyx…”

Words of silence was all you could hear from this broken soldier. But soon his arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you tightly towards him. Your touch was what he needed in these moments of darkness—and it was what made him come back to you. He thought you were just another fling, another woman to impress. But it was this feeling of serenity and solace you provided that night which made him come back for more. Your arms were his safe haven–a piece of heaven Nyx thought he’d never reach. And in this moment, it was in these very arms did the glaive within perish. His sobs were silent, but the violent shuddering of his shoulders were enough.

“And I’ll always be here for you to come back to…”

Your words were that of promise that day. Now you stood under the sunrise of a ruined city where smoke mixed amongst the hues of orange and pinks. Such a beautiful sight, yet still grievous in nature. The place of your birth, your home now lay in waste. Yet, here you remained waiting. He told you it was a simple escort and that’ll he’ll be back soon. You believed him like always, and even now you still did. No matter how long it took, you knew he would return to you soon.

But for now, he was home.

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When SVT realizes they love you

I’m sorry for taking so long! Here is when Seventeen realizes they are in love with you.

Scoups had said he could beat anyone one in Mario Kart, which obviously offended you since you were always number one. You had challenged him to to a race. Scoups had barley bet you each race causing you. You sighed and laid on the ground saying you give up on the world causing him to laugh. “Think about this way, your always my number two and I’m always your number one.

Sunlight had started creeping into your bedroom. You had woken up in Jeonghan’s arms. Jeonghan had woken up just the same as you. He sighed and started getting up much to your distress. You pulled him back into bed cuddling into him more whining about sleeping for 5 more minutes causing him to laugh. “Of course, anything for my prince(ss).”

You had been secretly learning how to play the guitar to surprise your boyfriend. When ever you get off work and he is not home you would practice and watch YouTube videos. One day Joshua had came home earlier and walked into hearing his guitar being played. When he gets to your open door he sees you trying to play. Joshua breaks out into a smile and sits next to you. “Here, let me show you a trick”

He had came home earlier then normal one day because practice had ended early. He walks in quietly in case you were sleeping to find you with your head in a textbook. You had passed out while trying to learn Jun’s native language. He smiles and lightly shakes his head, then Jun carries you to bed noting to himself that he will help you study. “Here, let’s take you to bed now”

Hoshi was walking to the practice room to find you dancing. A random song was in background while you were dancing pretty well. He had taken notice how well your body with the he beat. He got happy that his partner loved dance as much as him. “Hey Y/N, how about you teach that dance move, we could use it in the next song.”

You were both cured up on the couch reading books together. Wonwoo with his arm around you. He glanced up from his book to see excitement in your eyes while you were reading the climax of the story. He fell in love with your love of books. You looked up and asked what he was looking at. Only for him to respond with “Only your beauty”.

He had been pulling an another all nighter. When he finished work (for the day) he left his studio to find you on the couch sleeping. Next to you was a bag with food and water in it with a note saying his name. “Thank you Y/N for caring for me”

DK got bored so he went on your phone. He was wondering what his name was on your phone. He looked for your last convo to see his name was “My Sunshine”. He got so happy that he even pulled out his phone and named you “My Moonlight” he fell in love with the way your cute nicknames. “I love you my Moonlight”

Mingyu had gotten sick and you had forced him to take a day off. You had told him to take a nap. When he woke up, he got bored to he tried getting up so he could clean something. You immediately walked into his room making him lay down again. You scolded him about needing to rest up to become healthy again. You left but not before you gave him a forehead kiss. “(S)he will be a great mother/father to my children one day”

It was movie night for just the two of you and The8 wanted watch a horror movie with you since he loved them. When the first jump scare came on you had jumped in fright and held onto his arm. “It’s okay, I will protect you, nothing will harm my prince(ss).

Seungkwan was calling his mom for the 3rd time because she kept not answering the phone. Finally the phone answered but you voice came on. Seungkwan got confused only for you to say you were shopping with his mom. He got so happy because you got along so well with his beloved mother and it bent so much to him. "Have fun shopping~”

You were watching a movie with the boys. The movie got boring though so you started going to sleep. Your head had fell onto Vernons shoulder. He looked at you and staring at your features. He fell in love with the way your hair started getting in your face and how your lips would open a little now again while sleeping. “God, you’re so beautiful”

After your 3rd date with Chan, he was walking you home. When he got it the door he stopped to say good bye. After your goodbyes you had given him a quick peck on the lips and closed your door. Chan stood frozen for a minute with his finger on his lips. Butterflies were going crazy and his heart beat couldn’t calm down. “What are they doing to me, now I will not be able to sleep now”.

Of Roses and Cigarettes - Sam x Reader

(You guys have sent in some asks about Sam which put him back in my mind. I got this idea this morning and when I couldn’t shake it, I knew it was worth writing. Funny how things work out like that lmao.)

Description: A chance encounter allows you one final meeting with your ex-lover.

Warnings: Angst.

Word count: 1,611 total - one shot.

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               He is here, slinking around like a cat; thinking that no one has noticed him.

               But you have.

               How could you not?

               After everything that you have gone through with him, you still know his scent: cigarette smoke clinging to his clothes and his cheap aftershave. At one point, you had found it endearing. Now, it brings back a swirl of memories.

               Do you seek him out? To what end? The two of you have disintegrated – there is nothing left to be collected. You find yourself scanning the room for the confirmation of what you already know: your ex, Sam Drake, is here.

               In hindsight, you shouldn’t be surprised. This is an auction, after all, and there is probably an item to lift or some sort of information to recover. That has always been the problem with Sam…and one of the things that had made you fall in love with him. You hover by the balcony. He is probably out here, smoking. Waiting for whatever it is that he has come to collect.

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Why Him? -Pt.3

You felt Bambam trailing kisses down your neck and onto you chest stopping at your collarbones. You let out a sigh at the feeling and slowly opened your eyes to see him. His upper body hovered barley over you, him resting on his right arm to balance himself. He smiled down at you before leaning the rest of the way down and connecting your lips. He moved fully on top of you and placed himself between your legs. “Good morning.”

“Good morning bam.”

“How is my princess feeling this day?”

“I feel great. I got to wake up to you after all.”

He chuckled and came back down for another kiss. His tongue slid over your lip asking for entrance, which you happily granted. He was quick to take dominance. You moaned into his mouth when he began grinding against you. He slid his hand up your shirt massaging your exposed breast.

You pulled away when your phone began ringing, but Bambam resorted to kissing and sucking at your neck. You moan and pushed at his shoulder. “Bam. My phone.”

“Ignore it. You can call whoever it is back later.” 

You pushed him off and grabbed your phone, causing him to groan in annoyance. You rolled your eyes and answered the call. “Hello.”

“Hey! Bambam is there right?” It was Jaebum.

“Yeah wh-”

“Tell him to get back here now!”

“Is something wrong?”

“He left last night when I told him he needed to stay. Now the others are mad because they didn’t get to go home and had to stay at the bases dorm rooms.” Jaebum explain making you side eye Bambam.

“Alright I’ll tell him.” You hung up and turn over to Bambam. 

“So Jaebum didn’t send you home? You snuck out!

He looked at you with panic. “I just wanted to see my babygirl! Is that so wrong?”

“In your situation, Yes it is. Anyways Jaebum wants you back now.” Bambam groaned and rolled over resting his head in your lap and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Bambam I don’t want to get in trouble with the guys please.”

“Oh please! They all are practically in love with you, they wouldn’t blame you for me sneaking away.”

Bambam eventually got up and hopped in the shower. Before he went in he turned to me with a smirk. “Would you like to join me?” You laughed and threw a pillow at him. He tossed it back onto the bed and proceeded to the shower. “Your loss.”

You jumped out of bed and were immediately cold. You remembered you only wore one of Bambam’s shirts to bed last night and blushed a bit. You happily made your way down the stairs with your phone in hand and to the kitchen. You looked around a bit for an idea of what to make when your phone went off.

‘Pancakes with chocolate chips sounds good’ 

It was the mystery number again. You sighed and set your phone onto the counter. If you were being honest it did sound like a good idea but you weren’t sure you wanted to do it. It was obvious this person was watching you and you’d be damned if you took that dumb advice from them. 

You said fuck it and just grabbed a bowl of cereal and went to the couch. You watched TV and finished your cereal. You set the bowl down and set your full attention on the TV. You were so engrossed in the show you didn’t notice a fully showered and and clothed Bambam. He put his hands, that were covered by the sleeves of his sweater. He leaned close to you from behind the couch and started speaking. “I’m gonna miss you.”

You jumped and turned hitting his chest. “You scared me!”

He laughed and stood straight again. You stood from the couch and walked behind it hugging him around the waist. He kissed the top of your head and sighed. “I really am gonna miss you baby…I don’t like being away from you.”

“I know Bam..And I don’t like you being away, but the guys need you there.” You kiss his cheek and say a good bye before watching him leave. You felt your heart drop as he disappeared down the street. 

You really would miss him. You hated it. All of it. Sleeping alone, waking up alone, spending the day at home by yourself unless you somehow convinced a friend to visit or let you visit, the constant worrying for Bambam’s safety. It all broke you. If you didn’t love him so much, you’d have left long ago.

You sat back down and picked up your phone, scrolling through random feed. It was one of those days. Alone without your Bam or any friends. At this point, it was routine.

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It’s not smart, it’s not brave. It’s just cowardly.

She thinks about what he said, and didn’t say, all night. Doesn’t sleep for the bitterness in his words as they confronted the reporter, as Leanne West insisted she never meant for anyone to die. 

And as the sun dawns, all Kate can see is the hard look on Rick’s face in interrogation, how he wouldn’t look at her.

Is he Rick now? 

Yeah. God. The intimacy between them…

They’ve turned this interesting corner since the winter broke up and her anxious grief loosed its hold. The holidays aren’t good for her, but she damn well tried, every single day, to keep that from building back those walls. Therapy twice a week, and then pushing herself to connect with Castle even if it all she could manage was letting him see her true face, smiling or broken, either way.

He’s been rock solid. 

Until this case. She can’t put her finger on it; she can’t tease out the reasons why their parting at the precinct left her on edge, confused.

Okay, a little miserable.

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His Drug - [BTS] Taehyung!Au

Originally posted by fairybcby

[A/N] I may or may not have written this while listening to ‘Spring Days’. 

Have you ever looked at someone and hated the fact that you love them so much that they practically get away with everything? That when they gave you that innocent puppy look, you were instantly nullified with whatever negative feelings you have and end up forgiving them, when you had very right not to?

It’s just that every time you see them, you were overwhelmed with this familiar feeling of fuzziness, warmth and comfort that you yourself couldn’t explain. Feelings you can’t fight.

How much you love them. How much you want them. How much you need them.

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Late || Jungkook

Pairing - Jeon Jungkook x Reader (ft. Your brother Kim Namjoon)

Genre - Angst

Summary - With a battle of words taking place in your head, and taking advice and opinions from your brother and his friends, you finally decide to confess to your best friend just as the same time as he does, except for something else.


‘I don’t know, Namjoon oppa.. I don’t think I can do it.’ You confessed to your brother, both of you sitting on his bed, beside each other with his arm around your shoulders.

'Come on, Y/N. Even though I had strongly gone against introducing him to you, I totally ship you both. Also, you guys are best friends. I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he had feelings for you as well.’ He explained, as though the situation at hand was a piece of cake.

'Did he by any chance mention to any of you about me?’ You tested, your head raising to meet his eyes. You noticed the hesitation in his voice as he searched for an answer.

'See? He probably doesn’t look at me the way I look at him..’ You groaned, digging your face into your hands.

You and Jungkook had met five years ago, when Namjoon had the brilliant idea of having a sleepover with his group of friends. You had met all the boys before that but Jungkook, never. When you did meet him that day, you instantly felt something click, but didn’t bother to dwell on it, until two years ago. And since then, the intensity of you crushing on him just grew, to a point that even your brother could tell you liked Jungkook.

You asked each of the boys on this: Whether you should or not confess about your feelings to the maknae. Taehyung even considered dragging you to Jungkook’s room since it was just opposite his. How you escaped his clutches, you didn’t know.

You walked into Yoongi’s studio, with a cup of coffee in your hands and Namjoon’s hard disk in the other.

'Hey, Y/N.’ He greeted you, not bothering to turn around as he punched in the letters on his keyboard.

'Yoongi Oppa, Namjoon Oppa wanted me to give this to you.’ You said as you took a seat beside him, and stretched a hand towards him that held the disk. He looked at you and gave you a smile before taking the disk and the coffee from you and thanking you.

You both sat for a while in comfortable silence, with occasional clicks of the mouse, when you finally decided to ask him. 'Oppa, can I ask you something?’

'Yeah, go ahead.’ He mumbled, as he took a sip of the coffee and continued with his work.

'Do you think I should confess about my feelings to Jungkook?’ You asked, which immediately seized his actions. His head slowly turned to you, a cocked eyebrow with a confused look to accompany it as he asked, 'You like Jungkook?’

You returned his expression, 'I thought I was obvious? Everybody told me that.’

'Well, maybe I never bothered to notice. But since when though?’

’..two years.’ You said as you fiddled with your thumbs, occassionally grabbing at your top.

'Why wait till now?’ He asked as by now he had compeltelt abandoned his work to lay attention to you.

'I- I don’t know.. I just, thought, better late than never.’ You said, earning a nod from him. He stared into space for a while before his eyebrows furrowed into a thoughtful frown.

'So he was talking to you over the phone this whole time?’ He blurted, making you look at him in surprise.


'No, recently he’s been a lot on his phone, being all mushy and shy. I believe he’s been talking to someone, except I don’t know who. Is it you?’ He asked, as he took another sip from his coffee.

'Well, we do talk every now and then.. ’ You said, your gaze finding its way on the wall as it found them interesting than the current conversation.

'If it’s you, then I can say he’s totally into you. You should see how he talks into the phone,’ Yoongi chuckled. You laughed along, before thanking him about the little information and leaving.

Roughly concluding that hopefully he too would reciprocate your feelings, you walked with your head down, a shy smile on your face. You didn’t bother looking up, as you kept walking. That’s when you bumped into a shoulder, making you shoot your head up.

'I’m so sorry- Jungkook?’ Your heart beat sky rocketed from that moment on, as he gave you his heart fluttering smile.

'Hey, Y/N. I was actually coming to meet you. I had dropped by your house but Namjoon Hyung said you were at Yoongi Hyung’s. So I thought I’d come here.’ He explained, but after he had said your name, everything else was a mumble and grumble.

'Y-yeah… Listen, Jungkook, I wanted to tell you something.’ You spoke, your voice strained as you had to literally force the works out. You filtered his expressions and how he was reacting to it.

He widened his eyes and a smile reappeared on his face, 'Really? So did I! Let’s go inside the café. I don’t want you to catch a cold in this weather.’ He offered a hand, which you gladly accepted and walked along with him into the cozy café a few steps away.

Once you both settled down, with your heart still beating in your ears, he leaned in curiously across the table. 'So, what is it that you wanted to tell me?’ He asked as he wiggled his eyebrows making you giggle. You shook your head before you replied, 'No, that can wait. You go ahead.’

'You sure?’ He asked as he sat straight, looking at you with a curious look. You nodded your head and gave him a thumbs up, letting him know he could continue.

His lips curled into a smile, before he cleared his throat. You anticipated, with your hand clutched onto your top and your heart beating in your ears.

'We’ve been friends for so long, and I can’t believe I’m telling you this now, but trust me when I say that I’ve had feelings for you for years, and you caught my eyes since the day we met. I really want us to be something more than just friends. I love you.’ He said, his eyes never leaving yours as his cheeks stained gradually with light pink hues. Your smile hurt your cheeks but you knew it was worth it. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.


'Caught your heart, didn’t it?’ He asked, getting you confused a little before opening your mouth but he interrupted again.

'Is it good enough though? The confession?’

'Jungkook, what-’

'Ah.. I should’ve told you before saying it. I’m going to confess to this one girl I’ve been friend with since forever but I never had the guts to. So.. Do you think that was okay? Or do I have to still work on it?’

Your heart plummeted deeper deeper into depths of regret and loath as he kept talking. Your eyes wavered, with your hand sweating and balled into fists beside you. Your ears gave up trying to listen to what he was saying and you felt yourself stand up.

'So what did you want to- Y/N? You okay?’ He asked as he saw you stand up. You gave him one small smile that meant anything and everything but happiness.

'I just wanted to say good luck with that girl, Jungkook. Hope you guys go long and well. Bye,’ You tried hard not to let your voice crack as he stared at you with a doubtful look. He didn’t remember telling you about the girl but nevertheless accepted your wish. You didn’t bother to stay to hear him say thank you.

You made your way out of the café and walked towards home. You couldn’t wait to get into your room and cry until your eyes could no longer produce tears. You felt like beating yourself up for waiting this long for a petty confession of feelings.

You felt a drop of water hitting your hand, and another, and another. It was raining, and you used that as an excuse to vent out your broken heart. You sobbed, your chest heaving by the time you had reached home.

'Y/N- what? Why are you-’ Namjoon asked frantically but you just hugged him, hung onto him for dear life as he hugged you back with the same intensity. He didn’t have to be told why you were balling or why you were hugging him. He already knew.

'I-I was t-too l-late, Oppa..’



I’m letting angst take over my life what’s wrong with me.

Originally posted by kpophasmyseoul

Lady in Red Part II

Gifs not mine

A/N: It’s here guys! I hope you enjoy it as much as you enjoyed the first one!

Warning: A bit dirty, not really, and I think a curse I’m not sure lol.

Weeks after the “Lady in Red” incident it was still being posted and talked about by any reporter who interviewed Chris but today was your interview with a few colleagues of Marvel to discuss the plans for the upcoming Marvel movies. You straighter your posture, flattened your hair down, and looked at outfit once more the white dress was very loose around your body making you feel free and open another dress (Y/B/F) styled for not trying to attract much attention unlike your devil red dress. “Ready (Y/N)?” Joe Quesada said looking at you through the mirror, you smiled and nodded turning towards him walking outside of the dressing room, Joe Quesada was Marvel’s Chief Creative Officer and although he wasn’t your boss you always gave him the upmost respect because he truly had so much on his plate when something like this happened. 

You walked onto Jimmy Kimmel’s set looking around in awe never in a million years did you think you would be in here for an interview, you looked over to the audience who looked so ecstatic at the mere reveal of the brain behind the Marvel movies “Come please sit, although (Y/N) I would like you to sit near me.” Kimmel said patting the first spot on the couch you walked over trying to balance yourself not needing a repeat of last time when you sat down the other men followed you in total there were 3 others with you. Joe was back stage talking to someone but when he say you looking at him he had given you two thumbs up and a warm smile which you returned he mouthed “Good lucked” before returning to his call walking deeper behind stage. 

“Hello everybody today we have special guest tonight, now they make not look familiar and your probably like ‘Jimmy who the hell are all these random people?’ Well, I can promise you they aren’t random and you have seen their big work on the stage. These people sitting here are (Y/N)(Y/N), Will Meugniot, Steve Skroce, and Mike Ploog and these names you’ve never heard of appear at the end of your newest and favorite Marvel movie.” Jimmy said causing a couple of people in the audience to stand and start clapping “They make all the story boards for the movie, and they do a great job if you ask me but (Y/N) is the new comer when it comes to this, so how do you feel about being the only women storyboard creator?” Jimmy asked motioning you to move up in your sit so you were closer to the microphone, your nerves had begun to pick in badly “I feel honored really I get to work along with these talented men and so many other talented people every day and they truly love new perceptive on work and that’s why I was hired.” You said looking over at the guys who were giving you genuine warm smiles “So now if my sources are correct you’re a blogger and a story board creator both for Marvel? Why a blogger when you already do so much?” He asked leaning his elbow on the table placing his face in his hand “I’m a blogger because writing has always been a passion of mine but my creativity usually bends and shapes in all different types of ways, once I got the job at Marvel I dedicated my blog to Marvel based anything and it became a huge hit in the community because of the big love for Marvel. I’m a workaholic so I need to occupy myself and what better what to do that with something you truly love?” You responded shrugging softly laughing a bit at Jimmy’s reaction, he looked so flabbergasted and in awe at the same time. 

“You sure are one educated women, I bet all the men at work swoon over you.” He said as if he wanted something to add but he didn’t yet he didn’t need to because you already he was going to say something Chris related “You may think that but they all see me like their little sister as if I must be protected at all times.” You said and the three men beside you nodded “Well what about this picture then?” Jimmy said pointing to the screen in front of you displaying the picture of you in Chris’ arms, this was the first time you had seen the actual picture you never noticed how truly beautiful the picture was the way his eyes shined even though he was looking down at you or the way your eyes held the same shine, the naturalness of your smile you actually looked purely happy “It’s truly a beautiful picture but that was the first day I had officially met Chris and the cast of Civil War, this picture was taken after I had broken my heel.” You stated as Joe had instructed you before you came out on stage “Well did you feel anything when you were in the arms of Captain America?” Jimmy said leaning over raising his eyebrows as if someone was going to tell him a huge secret “Yes just one, Embarrassment. Literally just met him for one day and my stupid heels and clumsiness didn’t really make anything better.” You said laughing causing Jimmy to laugh and the men seating beside you “Well I ship (Y/S/N). So that’s where I stand, now the Lady in Red has captured the hearts of America maybe to get closer to a certain someone hmmm…” Jimmy says winking at you and the audience rise in applause.

 "Well (Y/N) now that I’ve dissected you, it’s these three lovely men’s turn so please allow Guillermo to walk you back stage till next time Lady in Red, audience give a round of applause for (Y/N)(Y/L/C) the women is capturing our hearts now.“ He said as you got up and waved to the audience a good bye walking back stage. Once you reached you’re dressing room you plopped onto the couch just trying to relax and breath then you felt your phone vibrate when you looked to see who it was the number read unknown but regardless you picked it up to hear a voice that gave you shivers down your spine.

"Chris? How did you get my number?” You asked frantically looking around to nothing but an empty room “Wow, darlin relax. I took your phone when I had carried you remember? So I called myself from your phone. I woke up not long ago to see you look beautiful on your interview.” He said, his voice still the opityimi of morning voice it was rough and rugged the his sound making you begin to heat up inside “So why did you call me?” You asked eager for his response “Just to tell you that you looked deliciously stunning & Captain America is indeed in awe with you.” He said still in his morning tone, god could he be any sexier and he’s not even with you then your mind beings to travel to the idea of him waking up in your bed with that same voice how dreamy he would sound, just the mere imagine of his muscles and abs nearly make you moan in want “(Y/N)? Are you okay?” His voice now filled with pure concern.

 "Yes sorry Captain I dazed out… wait… I mean Chris . Shit.“ You said wanting to hang up but then you hear his boom of laughter that calms you down "Darlin, I could be your captain all you have to do is say when & where.” He said lowly , causing more heat to build up in your body “Chris, um is there any other reason you called?” You asked trying to divert the conversation “Yes, I was going to ask if you’d like to get coffee today around noon.” He said bluntly through the phone his morning voice completely gone “Um, don’t you think that will bring this Lady in Red fiasco more attention?” You ask looking at yourself in the mirror “Well only if you wear red again I mean honestly why wouldn’t you, it’s truly your color (Y/N).” He said and you could hear the smirk in his tone , causing you to blush even though he wasn’t in front of you.

 "Well Mr. Evans I will have you know I’m not expecting a regular Starbucks coffee.“ You said teasing him "Never, only the best for my Lady in Red.” You could hear the playful tone peeking out of him “I will pick you up at your house around 11:30. Wear something causal and don’t forget to bring that smile of yours Ms. (Y/L/N).” He said dropping your call causing you to look at your phone in disbelief then you noticed the time 8:30am, you then rushed to the front where Jared was waiting “Where to (Y/N)?” He said opening your door , you smiled and replied “Home.” While sitting down quickly fastening your seat belt feeling the butterflies in your stomach you couldn’t believe you were actually going out with Chris Evans.

Jealous Eyes - Tony Ending

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(Part One) (Steve Ending)
Steve Rogers X Reader X Best Friend!Tony Stark
Request:Hello beautiful! I have a request. Can you make a Steve x reader imagine where they fight because he is jealous of her and Tony’s friendship thanks!” -Anon

“There she is! World’s greatest Mom!” Tony called out to you the next morning when you shuffled into the kitchen.

“Ughh.” You groaned before climbing up onto one of the kitchen bar stools. You laid both of your arms on the counter and buried your face in your elbows. “Why do I feel like I drank three bottles of tequilla without any of the fun memories?” You complained, not lifting your head from the table.

“I assume you remember the pretty nasty fight you and Roger’s had last night?” Even without looking at him you could tell Tony was looking down at you with one eyebrow raised.

“Don’t remind me.” You mumbled into the counter.

“It’s fine.” Tony promised. “You fight, you make up. It’s what you two do, but everyone knows you’re made for each other. This will pass. Just give him a few days.”

“Tony, this felt different.” You mustered the energy to lift your head. “I was up all night.” You explained, I think I slept maybe two hours. “I left him over fifty text messages and voicemail after voicemail. He didn’t return any of them.” You pulled your cellphone out of the left pocket of your sweatpants and flopped it on the counter dramatically. “Not even so much as an email from him.” Just then your phone began to vibrate violently across the marble top dramatically.

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kurosmind  asked:


!!!!!! FRIEND. WELCOME TO TAZ HELL. asdkhjasdhjkl thank YOU SO MUCH ;; my heart fluttered a little hearing you say that. i hope you’ll tell me all about your descent into this D&D madness and have so much fun doing it ok? o k

Painting The Town Red

Hey can I get a request where Negan is angry at his men so he takes a walk with Lucille and comes across a man in the woods he doesn’t know, the man doesn’t put down his gun so Negan kills him. He keeps walking until he spots the man’s camp and in that camp a young girl and he realizes that he just killed her dad? Take it from there :)

As much as I love writing the fanfictions, it’s nice to get back to the requests you guys send me. You guys always have the most interesting and creative ideas and it’s fun to write them out for you. I just hope the final result is what you guys had in mind haha

No amount of time could help you adjust to this isolation. You and your father had been alone since the start and you didn’t know how to deal with the now empty streets. Streets that were once crowded and full of life. Streets that were now permanently stained with blood and slowly decaying. You weren’t sure how to say good-bye to this world.

But you and your father made do where you could. Some days, you were granted shelter, a nice house with a cozy warm bed to sleep in and something decent to eat. But most of the time, you were stuck in a tent barely large enough to fit the two of you with just a thin blanket for each of you. You tried not to complain though as you knew in your heart that your father was trying his very hardest and he needed your positivity more than ever. So you kept quiet a lot of the time, fighting back the hunger and the exhaustion.

Your father had let you sleep in that morning for the first time in a long time. It had been a rough night last night and there was no rush this morning. Then again, neither of you knew the time anymore. Your father’s watch had stopped months ago.

You woke up refreshed and crawled out of the tent with a smile on your face as your father was drinking some water. He turned when he heard the rustling and he grinned, “Morning.”

“Morning, Dad,” you said, “Anything to eat?”

“I was waiting for you to get up,” he explained, “So you can keep watch while I go hunting for something to eat.”

“Dad,” you chuckled, “You’ve never hunted in your life.”

Your father sharpened his knife and wiggled it around, “Well, there’s a first time for everything, Y/N. Now, you try to get a fire going and I’ll be back in a little while.”

“Right,” you said, still giggling as your father jumped to his feet and disappeared into the woods. You weren’t keeping your hopes up but it would still be nice if he could manage to find some food. You would take anything at this point as long as it would fill you up.

The day had started off horribly. It was like it was the entire compound’s goal to piss Negan off today. And it just kept getting worse and worse until Negan had to leave for a few hours just to prevent himself from beating someone with his beloved bat, Lucille.

Negan ventured into the woods, taking with him a gun, a knife, and of course Lucille. He didn’t expect to need the gun though but he never left things up to change. He always needed to be prepared, two steps ahead of the rest.

But, he loved using Lucille too much to bother with the gun. He found satisfaction in taking out the dead ones with one swing, their blood spattering all over the trees and onto the leaves. He did enjoy painting the town red.

Negan had been out for hours and he’d killed dozens of the dead ones, leaving Lucille dripping with dark red, coagulated blood and bits of rotten flesh dangling from the barbed wire wrapped around her smooth surface. But despite his enjoyment and pride looking at what he’d done to all those dead ones, it still hadn’t cooled him down. He’d been walking for hours but he didn’t feel any better. Hell, he never felt any better.

But Negan wouldn’t be alone in the woods for long. A twig snapping on the ground caught his attention quickly and he whipped his body around, a man standing just a few feet away from him with a gun pointed at him. He didn’t have many supplies on him, just his gun, his knife, and a dead rabbit, barely enough to feed himself.

The man couldn’t stop staring at Lucille, appalled by the blood soaked bat and barbed wire with bits of flesh attached to it. It made the gun shake in his hands as he spoke, “Please, I don’t want any trouble.”

“Then I’d suggest you put the gun down,” Negan retorted. He’d normally go through the whole routine of taking the man’s belongings but he didn’t have any. Did he really care enough to take one tiny rabbit? This was pathetic. But the man wouldn’t lower his gun and walk away and anger slowly started rising in Negan, “I don’t wanna have to make you put the gun down, man.”

“No way,” the man shot back, “Soon as I do, you’re gonna take my stuff and then use that bat on me. Looks like you’ve done plenty of damage with that thing already. Just…just put the bat down and we can both walk away without any trouble.”

“I ain’t puttin’ down Lucille!” Negan exclaimed, throwing his head back, “Are you joking, man?!”

The man fidgeted, squeezing his gun tighter. Before he could respond or walk away, Negan found himself swinging his bat, slamming against the man’s skull. He hadn’t even thought about it, just acted. The man was on his knees, blood pouring from the wound on his head as he tried speaking but his words just came out in awkward gurgles.

Negan hit him again, harder this time. The man was practically stuck to the dirt as he tried pointing to his left, his jaw dropped still trying to speak but now unable to even make any noises.

It made Negan pause for a moment. What was that man supposed to be pointing at? As he raised his bat once more, the man slowly lowered his head and went limp, his fingers twitching a few times before he was completely still. Negan still continued beating his corpse until his head was mush. He squatted down, picking up the gun and taking the knife from the dead man’s belt, “Hm, if only you could tell me what the fuck you were pointing at. Well, just gonna have to figure out for myself, won’t I?”

Leaving the man as an easy meal for the dead ones, Negan started walking in the direction the man had pointed to. It was probably a stupid move as the man could’ve easily been pointing towards a trap and Negan was walking right into it. Or, he could hit the jackpot and be left with supplies out the ass.

Negan had his moments of optimism.

Your father had been gone for hours but you weren’t so worried about it at first. He wasn’t much of a hunter but he always tried so hard. He was probably putting all of his effort into catching them some dinner. And you were hoping he caught something. You were so hungry that it made sleeping so difficult. You’d caught up on some of that sleep last night but it would be even better if you could go into hibernation and just wake up when the world was restored.

As the day was coming to an end, you began to worry. Where was your father? Was he alright? You were tempted to go looking for him but you were afraid of leaving your camp as someone could easily tear through and steal what they wanted which really just consisted of a tent, some sleeping bags and a few knives. There might’ve been a bottle of aspirin in the bottom of your bag but you hadn’t checked in a while.

It was getting chilly so you started a fire, thinking that maybe your father had a lot to bring back and just the thought of food cooking over this fire made your mouth water. He must’ve caught something amazing if he was taking this long. Oh, you couldn’t wait to get some meat cooking.

Footsteps approached your camp and you looked up with a big grin. Your father was back! You stood up and pointed to the fire, “Dad! I’m glad you’re back! Look, I started a fire all by myself and-oh my god!”

Instead of your father, there was a strange man standing in her camp. He had a bat on his shoulder covered in blood and barbed wire. He was tall with his dark hair slicked back and a salt and pepper beard. He had on a leather jacket with a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He was so clean except for the blood spatter on his cheeks. How in the world was he so clean in a world like this one?

That question wasn’t on your mind for long as you returned your attention to the bat on his shoulder. You held up your hands, slowly backing away, “Don’t hurt me. You can take whatever you want. I-I don’t have anything but my dad should be back any minute with some food.”

The man flinched, looking at her with wide eyes. He looked troubled and he was suddenly avoiding eye contact with you, “I haven’t seen anyone around here lookin’ for food. Listen, darlin’ I gotta tell ya, your camp is kinda pathetic.”

You frowned, “Must be nice to criticize my camp when you look like you’ve been living like a king.”

“I was makin’ a point,” the man retorted, “Want my help or not?”

“Not,” you grumbled, “I’m waiting for my dad to get back.”

The man sighed heavily, “Tell you what, you come wait for your dad with me and my people and we’ll send some guys out here later tonight to see if he showed up?”

“How am I supposed you trust you?” you asked, “Your bat is covered in blood!”

“It’s from the dead ones,” the man said, “Look, either come with me or you’ll just end up dead. I’ve got a hot meal with your name all over it, sweetheart.”

“You don’t even know my name.”

“Then tell me what it is.”

“Y/N, what’s yours?”

He started walking away from the camp and you hurried to follow him. Your father would kill you if he knew you wandered off with a stranger but this stranger was talking about a hot meal and you could never pass that up. He looked back at you with a smile, “Negan.”

The girl was rather sweet and Negan actually felt something he hadn’t felt since the beginning of all this. Guilt. He felt guilt. This girl was being so nice to him and when he brought her back to the sanctuary, she’d started eating like it was her last meal.

“You finish eating your dinner and then I’ll have someone take you to your room,” Negan explained, “Anything you want, just let anyone around here know that you’re with me and you’ll get it.”

“Wow,” you said, “That’s so cool. Will the room be big enough for me and my dad to share?”

“Of course,” Negan replied. The more she spoke, she guiltier Negan felt. He had to make his death look like he hadn’t beaten him with Lucille. Although, he was sure the girl would believe the dead ones got to her father, “I’m about to send one of my guys out there to find your dad.”

“Thank you, Negan,” you said, reaching out to touch his arm, “What you’re doing for me and my father has been so nice. I can’t thank you enough, Negan.”

Negan sighed, “No need to thank me, darlin’. It’s no big deal, really. We’ll get your dad back here and you guys can be a big happy family again. Now get on up to your room and get yourself cleaned up.”

You left happily with one of Negan’s guys and he turned his attention to Dwight, who was giving him a disapproving look, “What do you plan on telling her, Negan?”

“Nothing,” he snapped, “His body’s still out there. You’re gonna have to bring it back here, explain that you found him after being devoured by the dead ones. We’ll have a proper burial and she’ll never know what happened.”

“Got it,” Dwight said, “I’ll be back in a little while. You’re going through a lot of trouble for one girl, ya know. Have you gone soft?”

Negan couldn’t believe how much guilt had consumed him. He’d been so angry, he’d killed without even thinking about it. Every move he made was calculated and he’d taken his rage out on some poor guy just trying to feed his daughter. He owed this man’s daughter as much as he hated to admit that. Everyone usually owed him. Now, he owed someone else a debt. But how do you pay someone back for breaking their heart?

HEY I FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING OMFG IT’S A MIRACLE AM I RIGHT? Thanks for reading my loves! I’ll try to be better about posting more! But until then, thank you for your patience and being so cool about my lack of posting. You guys are seriously the best.

I usually don’t ask my friends to take pictures of myself and the person I’m dating, but this girl, this amazing girl right here is a whole other world to me.. I can’t keep my hands off her. This isn’t lust, oh no it’s been way past that. This is love. These feeling that are emerging from the depths of who knows where, I’ve never felt them before. Even the ones that feel similar feel just better greater and stronger then they ever have before. There’s something about you Jordan, something that makes me feel like I’m home when I’m with you, something that turns my bad mood instantly silly and happy the second I see you, when your around its like a flip switches on inside of me. And when you gone, it dims but it doesn’t turn off because I know even though your not next to me physically, your still in my heart. I still love you near and far. I could type for hours about you and us till my fingers fell off. But I never feel the amount of words I say or the number of things I do ever add up close to what I feel for you. It’s like I can’t be any closer to you yet I feel like I’m not ever going to close enough. I could mention all the amazing things you do for me, or I could just say.. Hey your more then amazing. And no describing word will ever come close to fully explaining how incredible of a person you are. And how invincible you make my heart feel. I would give anything to come home to you ever day and kiss you good bye every morning. It’s soon in our relationship it’s so soon, but when you know you just know right? Why wait and see if it goes right when it’s working more then perfectly right now. We don’t ever slow down. Well let our love blast off to the moon and back if it means we get to enjoy every moment together happily even if it seems “too soon” I know when I look at you I can feel the love pouring from my eyes and my heart melting in your presence. I’m not even lucky, I’m blessed with magic to have you in my life. Have you to call all mine. My girlfriend. @itsahenningthing


Originally posted by mjbm

Characters:  Choi Youngjae X You (Reader/OC)

Genre:  Fluffy Angst

A/N:  Random fluff fic that I’ve written for one of my lovely mutuals and baby girl, @organicwangtea :)  

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Rhys Sees the Mating Bond (Rhys POV)

The brief scene in Chapter 46 at the end of ACOTAR where Rhys “calls” to Feyre to say goodbye and ends up fully seeing the mating bond between them before he disappears. I honestly wasn’t planning on writing this one until someone asked for it. It just has so much complexity and the original is so perfect, I didn’t want to disturb it. Sadly, I think of all my fics so far, I’m the least pleased with this one, so I feel kind of bad since this was a request, but hopefully it’s not too terrible, aghhh! I take zero credit for the dialogue or ideas behind this scene. Those belong 100% to Sarah J. Maas.

Be Seeing You

Morrigan was rapturous. The emotion I felt flood her mind when I sent her the mental message letting her know to expect me shortly was comforting. But I quickly shut off the link between our thoughts so that I could try to send another more important message. I’d deal with my cousin’s scorn at being cut short after fifty years of waiting later.

The midday sun as I waited for her felt glorious and I was the only one just then who knew it. The rest of the Mountain had either fled home the second Amarantha’s blood was spilt or were resting sound asleep below me. Often I’d come here when I wasn’t being kept to Amarantha’s bedside just to find a brief reprieve amid the chaos, a masochistic reminder that though I could not throw myself into the mountains off the balcony and fly, the ability to do so was still possible. It filled me with such hope some nights.

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Elijah Mikaelson: Thank You

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Requested: Sorry it took so long, but i was on Vacation now I’m baack and back to writing. hope you like this.

Elijah Mikaelson one shot of being the youngest Salvatore sister who has been BFFs with Rebekah since the 1920s and Rebekah cooks up the idea of having a Mikaelson family game night to bond them and the reader does everything she can to make sure all the Mikaelsons are there and in ‘good’ mood because she sees how much it means to Rebekah and after the reader is cleaning up and Elijah comes in and thanks her for putting Rebekah above everything else and confesses to loving her?

Elijah Mikaelson: Thank You

“Okay, okay. I’m on my way.” You tell Rebekah on the phone and get your keys. “Be glad I love you.”

“Oh, I am glad see you in a bit love.” She says and hangs up.

“Where are you going?” Stefan asked you, he just walked in as you were leaving the house.

“I’ meeting Rebekah.” You told him and he didn’t look pleased, but he and Damon knew not to comment on it after all the fights you had about that subject. You were the youngest of the Salvatore siblings, you had a hold on them that even Elena didn’t have.

“Okay, just be careful.” He said and I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“I love you Stef.”

“I love you too (y/n).”

You got in your car and drove to the Mikaelson’s. It was a quick drive with the speed you were going on. When you got there you didn’t bother with knocking, every person who lived here could hear you before you stepped in, and they all seemed to like you.

“Bekah.” You called and looked for her.

“In the kitchen!” You walked to the big kitchen and found Bekah with a few cooking books around her.

“You look like you’re in desperate need of help.” You smirked and gave a laugh. Rebekah just glared.

“If you’re done laughing, can you do what you came here for?” She asked and you stopped laughing and helped her set everything for the dinner.

“This is a lot for a family that can live without food.” You told her after you looked at the recipes. “We’re even making dessert?”

“Yes now help me!” she exclaimed. You started with dessert since you were expert in them.

You got flour, butter, sugar and eggs and all the other things you needed to make a cake. You were done in an hour and the cake had to cool down before the icing.

“Hey (y/n) I hate to ask you this but can you go remind my brothers of tonight?”

“Sure.” You said and turned your vamp hearing to listen to who’s in the house.

“Don’t bother they’re all out.” She smirked and you just rolled your eyes.

You got your hand bag and got out.

“Where to? Where to?” You repeatedly asked yourself. You decided to go to the grill.

You drove to the grill, it was as busy as ever. You stepped inside and looked for a Mikaelson, and a Mikaelson you found. But he wasn’t alone he was in the company of your older brother Damon.

“Damon, Kol what a surprise seeing you both in one room.” You said and clapped them on the back. “Now what are you two gentlemen doing?”

“Your brother was just giving me a warning about hurting you and all that older brother stuff.” Kol said and you turned to Damon and raised an eyebrow.

“Damon, brother can we have a talk you and I?” You moved your head towards the door, he nodded and you both walked outside and far enough for Kol to not hear you. “Look Damon, I usually let you and Kol fight, but please not tonight any day you like just not tonight.”


“Just do it.” You said begging him, Damon eyes softened and he nodded. “Thank you.” You throw your eyes around him and hugged him. “I love you.”

“I love you too, little sister.”

You pulled away from Damon and walked back inside and to where Kol sat at the bar.

“Kol, Rebekah sent me.” You told him and sat in the seat beside him.

“What for?” He asked smirking, after he turned to look at you.

“To remind you of tonight, so please don’t be late for dinner.” You told him, looking at him pleadingly.

“For you I won’t.” He said and you sighed in relief. You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you.”

You left the Grill and Called Klaus.

“Hello love.” Klaus’ British accent greeted you.

“Hello Klaus. Where are you?” You asked him getting in your car.

“You know somewhere doing somethings.” He said, and you could tell he was smirking.

“I don’t even want to know. Just be home for dinner.” You told him and started the car. “It will mean the world for Rebekah, and you especially. She loves you more than anything.”

“Don’t worry (y/n) I’ll be there.” Klaus’ soft voice told you.

“Okay, see you tonight.”

“Good bye.” And he ended the call.

‘Elijah, where would you be?’ you thought to yourself. You decided to call him too. But he didn’t answer, so you texted him ‘where are you? I need to talk to you.’

You were surprise when you got a text back saying: ‘in the woods.’ So you drove to the woods, and got out of the car, locked it and started walking into the woods. You extended your hearing.

“Over here.” You turned quickly, your heart racing. “I apologize.”

“It’s okay, Elijah.” You said walking up to him. “What are you doing here?”

“I was thinking.” He said and started walking.

“What about?” You asked him walking beside him.

“I would like to keep my thoughts to myself.” He stated and you nodded in understanding.

“Well I came here to remind you of tonight.” You told him and stopped walking, and so did Elijah.

“Don’t worry I’ll be there.”

“Okay, will I’m off then. I have to make sure Rebekah didn’t burn down the house.” You joked and left.

When you got back to the mansion and helped Rebekah with everything as, some waitresses for Tonight arrived.  They were all compelled by Bekah.

By seven everything was ready and the Mikaelson brothers were on their way. One by one they all arrived. First Elijah, then Klaus and lately Kol.

You left the siblings in the inning room, and saw that everything went as planned in the kitchen and what else. It was a few hours before the Mikaelsons were done and they all were hammered, or drunk. So that left you for cleaning with the few still living waitresses. You let the waitresses leave early as you felt sorry for them, and you cleaned the last bit by yourself.

“You don’t have to do that, you know?” Again Elijah scared you. 

“You have to stop scaring me like that.” You said, your hand on your heart. “And I know, I just want Bekah to be happy. And she planned for the girls to clean this mess up and I sent them back to their homes.”

“You are too nice for this family.” Elijah stated and you blushed.

“That is not true, I love this family and I love Bekah as if she was my sister.” You said.

“I want to thank you, for putting Bekah above all else.” He said and took a few steps close to you. “I enjoy how you make my family hope, they all love you and care for you.”

“What about you?” You asked him nervous of the answer. “What do you feel about me?”

“That was what I was thinking about today in the woods.” He stated and taking another few steps toward you. “And in the end I came to the conclusion that I do not care about you like my siblings… I care about you more than them.”

This time you took a few steps closer making you, chest to chest with him.

“I love you.” He said and put his lips on your and they moved in sync. You pulled back in need of air and smiled up at him.

“I love you too Elijah.”