someone hold me i was not prepared for this

On the concept of Soulmate AUs

You know what I’m tired of? Soulmate AUs with the protagonist/antagonist ship as the main pairing that always has the villain who reacts the best to the situation, and the hero freaking out.

What I want to see is a hero who gets it, who understands that yeah, their soulmate may kind of be a murdering psychopath, but that’s cool, they can deal with that, they can live through it, but what’s not cool is them totally looking the other way and avoiding the hell out of them.

Give me the realisation that they’re soulmates in the middle of a fight, when they’re bloody and bruised and tired and they just slip, skin on skin contact, and then the whole world just shifts into place.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Have you every heard of opposites attract?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“But- Okay, yeah, we’re doing this.”

Give me a brutal fight that ends with a “Since when do my attacks hurt this much?” and the villain slowly realising that they can’t kill themselves out of this situation, that they can’t escape this because they’re soul bonded to a kid with a hero complex who is constantly trying to thwart them and is now for some reason grinning at them like a lunatic because they supposedly belong together. And damn does suddenly being able to feel emotions and pain that wasn’t his sting, because he has enough shit to deal with on his own without the added pressure, thanks.

Give me snarky comments and miniature fights in the middle of the night when the hero catches the antagonist coming back from who knows where, bloody and in pain and maybe a little too bust up, to say they won the fight.

“You usually look happier to see me.”

“You killed someone this morning.”

“What gave it away?”

“You mean besides the fact that you’re covered in blood and I felt every moment of it?”

Give me the villain slowly getting used to the idea that hey, they’re sort of going to have to put up with this little ray of sunshine for a while even though he kind of hates his guts and wants to kill him, but also give me the villain wondering what they ever did to deserve this. What could they possibly have done that was so great, so obscenely terrifyingly amazing that they could be soul bonded to a person like this, someone so innocent and righteous and downright beautiful that half of it seems like a mad dream?

“Not every bad guy has a tragic past.”

“But you do. I’ve seen it.”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“That would be counterproductive to what we’re doing here.”


“That hurt you as much as it hurt me.”

“Worth it.”

Give me tempers flaring and bristling arguments and the hero getting so tired, but still carrying on, not because they think that there’s some good in the antagonist or because they think they can change them, but because this is their soulmate, the person that the fates chose for him, his other half, someone that he had to protect and look after and love, because if not him, then who else was going to?

“I am going to hurt you. I’m going to rip out your intestines and strangle you with them.”

“You’ve been pretty good today. That’s three less death threats than yesterday.”

“Prepare to have your balls removed with a butcher’s knife and shoved down your throat, asshole.”

“I’m still counting this as progress.”

Give me the antagonist not realising the reality that this isn’t someone who wants something from him, who wants to change him, use him, abuse him, but rather someone who just wants to be with him, love him. Give me an antagonist who can’t understand the concept that somebody might actually care.

“I thought this was what you wanted! The sex, the cuddling, the stupid hand-holding. What more could you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Yes you do. They always do! Just tell me what you want and you can have it. Just leave me alone, please. I can’t take this anymore.”

“I want you to trust me, to believe me when I say that I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because of the bond.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve seen everything that you have, felt what you feel, heard what you’ve heard. Maybe at first, a little, it was just because of the bond, but then I fell in love with you, the real you, the one behind all the fronts that you put up.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t expect you too, but you will, one day. I’m not giving up on you.”

Give me the hero facing shit from their friends and family, because they don’t understand why they’re trying so hard and putting up with so much shit, even though he’s his soulmate, but the hero just shrugging and smiling because they get it, and it doesn’t matter if everyone else doesn’t.

“He threatens to brutally mutilate you constantly.”

“I like to believe it’s how he expresses his affections.”

“He tried to kill you so many times.”

“There was only the once after we found out about the bond, though.”

“You’re making excuses now.”

“It’s just that there’s so much anger in him, all of the time. I don’t know how anyone could live like that. I want to help him.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“That’s not my biggest concern anymore. He is.”

Give me a hero who tries so, so hard, and a villain who, despite everything, slowly gives in. Give me quiet nights laid in bed or watching the stars, no words and only their hands touching, just the sensation of palm against palm enough. Give me heated arguments, rage, unsteady headiness at the realisation that they’re not going to leave each other, no matter what happens.

Give me a soulmate AU where the hero doesn’t react badly, isn’t scared or hateful that their soulmate is their arch nemesis, the big bad guy, the villain they can never seem to get rid of, because really they should have expected that all along. Because no one hates that much without there being a little something more behind it.

My nighttime habit may have saved my life

This is a creepy experience by reddit user CarveAPumpkin

This happened two nights ago, so I’m still replaying it over and over in my head. I thought this would be a good place to share.  I’m a pretty predictable person, with a predictable schedule, so I’m not sure if this was a random occurrence or if someone knew my nightly routine.

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Svt reacting to their gf coming home scared

anon asked: can i request svt’s reaction to their girlfriend coming home scared because someone was following her?

Seungcheol- You’d think Seungcheol is a big softie, but damn after you come home scared someone’s following you, Seungcheol can get hella scary. Because no one messes with you. Not if he can help it. He’ll get really angry knowing you were scared out of your mind. He’ll probably wrap you up in his arms, breathing quickly and check to makes sure you’re ok and carry you in his arms over to the couch and make you sit down and wait while he goes out to see if whoever it was is still around. You can try to stop him by saying you’ll talk to the police but he’ll go out looking anyway. And If he catches the punk, they’re going to get hell tonight.

“Stay here. Nothing is going to happen to you because I’m right here. And they’re going to never see the light of day again if they mess with you.”

Originally posted by wonnhao

Jeonghan- Whereas Seungcheol can get scary while trying to protect you, Jeonghan would be a different kind of scary, a silent scary. He’d immediately hug you and tell you that whoever they are they’re not going to lay a finger on you and if they do, they’re losing their fingers. He’ll wrap you up in a sweater and he’ll drive with you to the police station so you can file a report. But you can tell from his stance, with his arm folded and his shoulders leveled that if it weren’t for insuring your upmost safety, he too would have gone out searching for whoever it was. And whoever it was would have regretted simply laying eyes on you that day.

“We have to rely on the system because if we didn’t I might end up seriously maiming whoever it was that scared you today and I don’t think you’d like that very much.”

Originally posted by dureowanni

Joshua- Joshua wouldn’t have the thought of being pissed at whoever it was. He’d be completely focused on making sure you were ok and that you knew you were safe now and that as long as you’re with him, nothing will happen to you. He’ll insist on going to the police station in the morning but in the meantime he’d hold you in his arms and run his fingers through your hair and say “it’s ok, you’re ok, you’re safe now”. He’d hold you for a long time rocking back and forth until you stop shaking from fear and the cold pit in your stomach goes away. He’d get you warm tea and blankets and make sure all the windows and doors were locked and shut tight before returning to your side to hold you in his chest and kiss your forehead reassuringly.

“Nothing else matters except that you’re safe. As long as you’re safe and you’re here, nothing else matters. Nothing will happen to you, not when I’m here.”

Originally posted by randomjoshua17

Jun- You’re practically crying when you frantically shut the door behind you. Jun takes one look at the terrified expression on your face and is about to lose his shit because when it comes to you no one, NO ONE, messes with you. After hearing what happened to get you so rattled up, he’ll quickly grab his coat and wrap it around you and pull you into the car to drive down to the police station. He’d be holding your hand the whole way, one hand around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he was gripping the wheel. He might ask you for some details like physical descriptions and what you were doing today while he gritted his teeth and stared dead ahead. But if he hears your voice breaking, trying to recall specifics he would stop the car.

“Whoever they were, they won’t dare mess with you ever again. Because if they do, they’re not going to be able to walk right ever again.”

Originally posted by fyeahwonhui

Soonyoung- Soonyoung would put up a front, trying to show you his best side as soon as he found out what happened. He’d hug you and shower you with kisses while holding you in his arms, but he’d be hella protective. He won’t be able to stop thinking about what could have happened if you never came home and he’d be going crazy trying to hide the overwhelming feeling of terror that came with the idea of never seeing you again. He wouldn’t let you go for a long time, even after you both went to file the police report, he would insist on going everywhere with you even if it was just to the grocery store. You could be cooking or cleaning or do anything and you can feel Soonyoung watching you and trying his best to make you feel safe.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, I’m literally going to learn how to sleep with my eyes open in order to make sure you never have to be scared ever again.”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Wonwoo- He’ll be the one in Svt that acts the most calm on the outside. He won’t say much but he’ll take your hand and wrap you in his arms and like Joshua, makes sure you’re ok first. You’re the number one priority. He’ll wrap you up in blankets and makes sure you eat something and just feel safe and warm. He won’t let you out of his sight too and insists that you sleep in the living room with the lights on, away from any entrances or windows. He might seem calm, serious, collected and smart about the whole situation, making a police report after you fall asleep so as not to worry you, but he’ll be so scared on the inside, scared that something could have happened to you. He wouldn’t get any sleep that night because of it.

“Things were scary today, but trust me, that’s never going to happen again. I won’t let someone scare you like that ever again. You’re going to be ok.”

Originally posted by visual-17

Jihoon- Damn, Jihoon may seem cute, but like Seungcheol, he can get pretty scary when it comes to you and anyone who messes with you must have a death wish. He’d also be a little bit paranoid and insist that the two of you stay at a hotel or a friend or family’s house in case whoever was following you followed you home. Jihoon would hold onto you tight in the car all the way to the temporary place you two were staying at. After making sure you feel safe and are comfortable, he’d take off to file the police report and won’t get any sleep, insisting they check security camera footage and post guards around your house until the perpetrator is caught and dealt with.

“You don’t have to even think about this anymore. Don’t be afraid and don’t be scared. Whoever they were, they chose the wrong people to mess with. I’m going to catch them and once I do, I’m not going to have any mercy.”

Originally posted by letmebangteen

Seokmin- Seokmin would be trying really hard to make sure that you felt safe again. The look of terror on your face was enough to want to break his heart and he, like Soonyoung, would be more than a little overprotective. He’d hold onto you and ask if there was anything he could do to make you feel safer, even if you suggest camping in the living room with the lights on. He’d drag all the blankets and pillows to the middle of the carpet and help you get settled in for the night. Secretly he’d be terrified too, he doesn’t know exactly what could have happened to you. He’ll pester you with questions, but if you start getting teary-eyed at the thought of those night’s events he’d apologize and hold you tighter until you fell asleep in his arms.

“I should have been there with you today. If I had been there, this wouldn’t have happened. I’m not going to let this happen ever again, I promise to be by your side from now on until we catch whoever it was.”

Originally posted by pledisseventeen

Mingyu- Mingyu wouldn’t know exactly what to do, he’d be a nervous mess. He wants to comfort you, but also find out whoever it was and make sure they’re punished, he wants to do a million things at once and race around until his heart stops hurting from seeing the scared look on your face. He’d probably settle on going to the police station in the morning and making sure all the doors are locked and that the neighbors know there might be someone lurking around. Then he’d cook a bunch of food, all of it for you, even if you didn’t have the appetite because he needs to keep himself busy or he might chase after whoever scared you.

“We have so much food now I don’t even know how on earth we’re going to be able to finish it. But at least you’re safe and that’s all that matters to me. Should I make dessert?”

Originally posted by hypetae

Minghao- Would actually run into you and hold him in your arms before even telling him what happened and once you do tell him, be prepared for a scary Minghao. He’d look coldly past you towards the door as if willing whoever it was that scared you to reveal themselves to him. He’d drive you to the police station but probably would get too frustrated in the fact that there isn’t much they can do. He might go around on a rampage yelling about how the person he cares most about almost got hurt and how the police aren’t doing anything. He’d calm down if you talked to him and reassure him you’re fine, but he’s not ok. He’d apologize for his behavior and sit down next to you, but you’re not leaving his sight, he’ll pull you onto his lap and just hold you.

“The thought of someone else looking at you, following you, that’s not ok. It’s not going to happen again. And if it does, they’re done for.”

Originally posted by mvnghaos

Seungkwan- Seungkwan would be shook. He’d be puffing out his chest and asking who the ef would try to mess with his gf and try to jokingly reassure you that he can win any fight with whoever it was. He’d be hella scared on the inside though. You’re his everything and to think someone made you feel scared, he wasn’t ready for how much it hurt him knowing he wasn’t there to protect you. He’d hold your hand and reassure you that everything will be ok since the two of you were together and therefore are an unstoppable force. Then he’d drag you to the police station immediately to file a report while refusing to let go of your hand even once.

“Whenever I’m not holding your hand, bad things tend to happen. So from now on, your hand is mine, sorry, I’m not letting go ever again. That way nothing bad ever happens again.”

Originally posted by kyungminie

Hansol- He’d put up a tough guy front to try to reassure you, but secretly he’s gritting his teeth and trying really hard not to run outside and hunt down whoever it is too. Like Joshua though, he’d put you as his first priority, making sure you’re no longer scared and that you know you’re safe. He might even insist you continue with whatever evening plans you both had wanted to do at home and insist you continue with the normal everyday activities. It’s not about ignoring the problem, no he’ll file a report with the police later, but right now he just never wants you to feel like you’re in danger ever again. He’ll do everything to distract you and comfort you and hold onto you, giving you all the love in the world.

“Don’t bring it up anymore, you don’t have to worry about it. It’s over and if it happens again, whoever it is, will be over. I believe in the police. All we need to do is stay together.” 

Originally posted by svtxbtsluv

Chan- He might be the youngest, but when it comes to you, there’s no doubt in his whole mind that he could easily take on whoever it was, because no one should ever dare to scare you like that. Not you. Chan would be smart and level-headed about the whole situation, maybe the most calm overall. Because he’s confident nothing like that would ever happen again because from now on he’s not going to leave your side without something to defend you. Whether that be taking self-defense classes, pepper spray, whatever works. He might even arm you with some pointy keys just in case. Chan can be one scary maknae.

“You have to aim for the eyes, that way they can’t see and you have time to run away… run away and call me so I can kick their- ahem, I meant call the police.”

Originally posted by leecnah


~ admin jess

A List of 101 Jungkook/Jimin Recommendations

Since I began reading Jungkook/Jimin stories early last year, I’ve tried to keep track of all the ones that left a lasting impression. Unfortunately, I most definitely have missed out on other amazing stories that I have either not read or have not been able to recall (a lot of the ones on Tumblr I’ve unfortunately got no way of digging out of my 20,000+ likes).
Regardless, I hope you find something in this list :)
(List is in no particular order, and I’ve tried to include summaries as provided by the authors themselves. Also, please read the tags accordingly, as the list includes stories covering a wide array of topics)

Start a Riot by chihiro (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk and Jimin have been at this for a long time. The only difference now is that Jimin has grown up and Jeongguk sees no reason why he shouldn’t have what he has wanted since a long damned time.

sweet like honey by graseun (Rating: M)

- we’ve been making shades of purple out of red and blue

Nowhere We Can Really Be Free by bangswing (Rating: E)

- Jeongguk is awakened to the supernatural walking beside him, wearing an ugly sweater and the sweetest smile.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about your eyes and how I found the whole world inside of you, an entire sheet that taught me how to fly when my feet were simply movies stuck in rewind. how your laugh was the foundation of a marathon we weren’t prepared for, one inhale to break my heart, two kisses to seal us into a series of raised voices to cradle two entities. maybe I loved you because you helped me remember, maybe it’s because you helped me forget, maybe we took pieces from a tomorrow that we thought we needed to get through now, maybe we inhaled too many summers to be able to find a reason to cry, maybe there was too much me where I was supposed to be holding you, maybe goodbye means you’re allowed to be happy with someone else, maybe I fell in love with a part of you instead of your whole. and the words you didn’t want to say, i heard everything. another apology and i’ll lose my mind, maybe i’ve already lost it. another i love you and we’ll both sink into bottles not deep enough to house sin. i used to take drugs to feel good, and then i took them to feel less. and now they don’t do much but cause withdrawals. some days it’s you that causes the emptiness, most days it’s missing parts of me that I’ll never see again. some people would agree that i gave too much away, but when you love like this, your all is the only way to break. if we knew how to approach the situation, if we knew what we were getting into, do you think it’d still be called an addiction? even the earth breaks in the form of clouds, and maybe that’s why we have rain. so when my heart tears and i have tears, maybe that’s why you’re in my fears. you are my fears. you are fear. terrifying beauty, i’d hang you high enough for kites to be shot down by lightning and if lips bring thunder from a kiss we should not have shared, then i can’t keep loving where we should have stopped caring. and if the weight of your promises burst through my veins and i leave you as blood all over the pages, do you think we should really call it love? I’ve been thinking a lot about your body and how I should have fallen for your mind first.
Dear Future Girlfriend,

Please prepare yourself for:
• random thoughts and rants
• my crazy beliefs that I talk about till your face is blue
• unexplained hyperness
• blanket fort building
• long talks about nothing and everything
• mess ups
• a journey while I’m figuring myself out
• helping me to give the courage and strength to hold your hand in public and show everyone I love a woman
• nervousness because I’ve never been with someone like you
• breaking down a guarded wall protecting me
• kiss attacks
• catching me staring and smiling at you for no reason
• sarcastic comments to show you I care
• raspberries in the middle of kissing
• laughing at my awkwardness
• but most of all, being treated like a princess and loved because lord knows I’ve waited a long time to be able to date you and I’m going to make sure you know you’re appreciated!

A Small Accident/Fluff Month-Goodnight Kisses

Okay so I wrote this along a long period of time, (like 3 months??) but I really like how it turned out, so have this. (Also kinda for fluff month I guess?)

Warnings: Language and horrible akuma I came up with.


“Shit,” Marinette cursed, frantically trying to get out of the shower.

Of course there would be a fucking akuma attack while she was in the shower, and of course it would happen on the worst day of her life.

She had confessed her feelings to Adrien, and he had rejected her, saying he was in love with Ladybug. So basically she was competing with a better version of herself.

She groaned drying her hair, she wasn’t even upset about it. She was more angry than anything, how could she beat herself? If they started dating and it got serious, she would have to tell him anyway. Maybe she could just skip the dating part and tell him she was Ladybug?

Wrapping a towel around her body, she yelled for Tikki, there was no time to get dressed, and she would come straight home anyway, it’s not like she was going to detransform in an allyway.

Tikki came to her side, transforming the shy girl, into the confident, amazing Ladybug. The girl jumped out of her room, quickly finding Chat Noir on a near by rooftop.

“Hey Kitty,” she spoke in a monotone voice, clearly upset, and her hair was still wet from her attempted shower.

“Something wrong M'lady?” He asked, a concerned tone laced through his flirty voice.

“Not having the best day,” She made a face like she had tasted something sour, quickly waving it off, “Let’s just get to the akuma.”

“I am Solver, I will solve every problem that is thrown at me, no one should have someone get in the way of my dreams!” The light-pink haired teen laughed evilly, sending problems at people.


One akuma fight later, Ladybug had found the item that was akumatized, a book that she used to write down problems, tore it, and purified the akuma. All was well when she said ‘miraculous ladybug’ and she could go home now, thank god.

But that was too easy wasn’t it?

Chat grabbed her by the hand, stopping her from leaving. She groaned in response, having a ready mental list for reasons why she had to leave asap.

“My Lady, please, we’ve known each other for over two years now, and I just think it’s finally time we-”

“Look, I’m not having the best day here, and I really need to go, like now,” she said, in a pleading tone.

“But, LB, please, don’t you think we have to right to,” her miraculous beeped, he didn’t even pause, he’s completely serious, shit, “know? What if something happens in your civilian form and you can’t contact me? What if something happens to your kwami?” He began to list a whole page of reasons why they should know, while Ladybug just shook her head.

And, though she hadn’t registered it, her miraculous was about to run out, and when she became aware of that, she started panicking. She could see the bakery. She could see it, she could make it in time if she left now, so she turned back to Chat, to give him some form of excuse.

“Now is really not the time, I have something going on right now I need to take-” Her transformation released, the towel that was wrapped around her blowing slightly upward in the process, but it didn’t matter it was long on her anyways.

She groaned again, preparing her hand to hold the towel in place. She should’ve been more careful, how could she let something like this happen?! The first time Chat knows who she is, and she’s dressed like this?!

“Now you see what I was talking about,” she growled, angry. This whole day seemed to be filled with that emotion. Anger. It was her least favorite. Ironic.

“S-sorry Marinette, I couldn’t hold out any longer,” Tikki apologized to her holder.

“Don’t worry Tikki it’s not your fault, I should’ve been watching my time better, and someone should’ve let me go back home quicker,” she glared at her partner.

“M-Marinette? I-I’m so sorry, why didn’t you tell me you were… indecent,” he gestured to the cloth draped over her body, blushing and stammering in the process.

“Well, what did you want me to say?! ‘Oh I just got out of the shower to transform, and the only form of clothing I have is a towel’?!” She scolded, pinching her nose, “Just take me home please, we’ll talk about it there, I have all sorts of foods, surely I’ll have something to fit your kwami’s needs, and we should probably get some first aid help too,” she mumbled the last part, they both got pretty beat up, Marinette had scratches on her face, and a small gash on her shoulder that went down below her neckline, and another gash on her neck.

He simply nodded his head, scooping her up. He was still dazed from her reveal, and upset with himself for earlier. He had turned down Marinette for her, well Ladybug, who was her. He shook his head, shaking the thought, and put her down in her room.

“What kind of food does your kwami need?” She asked, nonchalantly, like the whole reveal hadn’t even matter to her.


“Tikki, do you know where the cheese is down stairs?” She asked, turning towards the small animal.

Tikki nodded, “But what about your parents?”

“They’re gone for the week on some business trip or something, and you know where the cookies are?” She nodded again, flying down the stairs to go get them as Marinette walked into her bathroom, “We’ll talk about it later okay? Can you help me with some of my scratches while we do? I’ll treat yours after of course.”

“Sure,” he said, barely loud enough for her to hear as she turned the shower water back on, and locked the door. He breathed a sigh, his transformation releasing as Plagg was thrown out of his ring.

When Tikki came back, she carried two cookies, and two small wheels of Camembert cheese, setting them down on Marinette’s desk, by her computer, beckoning Plagg to come eat.

He went over to her, starting to munch on the cheese in silence, “So you’re Chat Noir,” Tikki looked over him with critical eyes, “Are you going to let Marinette know who you are?”

“I don’t know,” he spoke quietly, so the aforementioned girl wouldn’t hear him, “I feel really bad about earlier, I mean,” he paused, “I turned her down so I could have a chance with her, or, I guess, Ladybug.” The room fell to silence once more, Tikki looking at him, feeling sorry for the boy.

She could tell he loved Marinette, even before he knew, he was too blinded by his love for Ladybug to realize it though. The small Kwami sighed, young love, every holder she’d ever had the pleasure of being the Kwami of had it. Young love was so sweet and blissful. It almost seemed like a dream.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden stop in water drops hitting the shower floor, and Tikki rushed to get Marinette some more decent clothing than what she planned to wear when she initially got out.

The spotted creature grabbed a thick strapped tank top that Marinette owned featuring Harley Quinn, and some black shorts to go with the same-colored shirt.

When she got into the bathroom Marinette thanked her companion, and rushed to get changed, she had a sports bra, knowing she would have to take off her shirt when they cleaned each other’s wounds, because of the damned cut that went down to her upper breast. She blushed at the thought, it was embarrassing, though, less than an hour ago, he had seen her in nothing but a towel, so it would be better than that at least.

She sighed, putting on the clothes in a hurry, and she hesitated before the doorknob, “Hey, I’m gonna come out, if you don’t want me to see who you are, Tikki can get you a mask I’ve been working on.

She heard a muffled thank you, and the swish of her hurried kwami to get him the mask, she finally opened the door, holding a first aid kit to help their cuts and bruises.

She sat it down, quickly pulling out the antiseptic, and bandages. She glanced over him, he had some blood seeping through his shirt. She sighed, for what felt like the millionth time today, “Take your shirt off,” a small blush covered her porcelain face as she looked anywhere but at him.

 "W-What?“ He asked, not sure if he heard her correctly.

 "Take your shirt off,” she said it more clearly this time, “You have blood seeping through it, and I can’t get to the cut with fabric over it.”

He blushed, obeying as she looked at the wound, trying so very hard not to think about the place it was.

 She pulled a large cotton ball from the first aid box, soaking it in alcohol, “This is gonna sting, but it’s the worst of your cuts, so it’s better to treat it first,” he nodded as she hesitated to put the cotton ball to his skin, eventually she did, and he hissed in pain.

 "Sorry,“ her face looked like it pained her slightly to see him in pain. She removed the cotton ball, wiping up the access rubbing alcohol with another cotton ball, and wrapping a bandage around his torso to keep it from bleeding any longer. She moved on to assess the other cuts he had, one on his bicep, and another on his cheek, that was partially covered by her make-shift mask.

 She decided to not address that now, it would come later, and if he wanted to take care of it it on his own time, that was fine. She loaded up another cotton ball, and pressed it to the small, but deep, cut in his bicep, he flinched slightly, and she let out a small, “Hold still,” as he did.

 "Now, the last one is,“ she paused for a moment, unsure of how he would react, "It’s under the mask I gave you, on your cheek. If you want to treat it on your own, that’s fine, but if you want me to do it,” she took in a sharp breath before continuing, “you’ll have to take off the mask.”

 His face drained of color, he didn’t have a first aid kit, she’d have to do it for him. He’d have to take off the mask. Seeing his fearful expression, she quickly interjected, “You can treat mine before we get to it, if you want some time to think about it, it’s a small gash, it should be fine.”

 He silently sighed in relief, and nodded, going to pick up the items, he had treated wounds before, it was a simple process. What was not so simple though, the gash on her shoulder, and once she realized what he was thinking, after she saw him staring at the cut for a while, was… she was going to have to take off her shirt.

She sighed, blushing, it was embarrassing, this boy, who she doesn’t know the real name of, was going to see her topless. Tikki wouldn’t be able to help her with it, she couldn’t do it herself, and she certainly couldn’t just leave it be to heal. So she told Chat to look away as she took it off, and when he turned back, he turned a deep shade of red.

She tried her best to act as if it didn’t phase her, but it was impossible, she was also a very deep red.

“Just get it over with already,” she breathed, looking anywhere but his face, “I can’t treat it myself, and Tikki can’t do it either, and I can’t leave it, so just do it quickly,” he nodded, trying to suppress the heat that came to his face.

Once it was over with, they both sighed in relief, and she turned to put on her tank top again. She muttered a, “Thanks,” and moved her hair so he could get the cut on her neck, it wasn’t as bad, so it would be quicker, and less painful.

They sat in silence for a while, not wanting to speak through the awkward moment, until she broke the silence, “Sorry if I seem,” she hesitated, embarrassed at her words, “a bit, moody.”

“What do you mean?” He asked, she knew he meant what caused her to act this way, and she was quick to answer, Tikki didn’t understand her point of view very well.

“I know I mentioned it earlier,” she shifted her position, “I didn’t really have the best day.”

“What happened?” he bit his lip, already knowing the answer.

“I confessed to my crush at school today, and he rejected me,” she had the slightest look of anger on her face, “I’m not sad about it or anything, just… mad, I guess,” she huffed, rolling her eyes at her own foolishness from that day.

“Are… are you mad at him?” He asked, a look of fear covered his tan face.

“No, of course not!” She quickly replied, “It just, he said he had a crush on another girl– Ladybug– how am I supposed to compete with myself? Especially when it’s Ladybug, she’s a better me, a more confident and brave version of myself.”

“I don’t know princess,” he used her civilian pet-name, making her blush slightly, “I think you’re just as great as Ladybug,” he said, hoping to cheer her up.

“You’re not jealous?” She looked absolutely shocked.

“Do you want me to be?” He smirked, making her scowl at him.

“It’s not that! It’s just, well, you’ve been regularly flirting with me for over two years, you can see where my shock comes from,” she explained as if it were obvious.

He simply shrugged in response, finishing off her last cut with a small bandaid, “So the one on my cheek,” he started.

“Can you do it yourself, or do you want me to do it?” She asked, biting her lip, anticipation filling her veins.

“Can you do it?” He asked.

“I can,” she paused, “but do you want me to?”

He nodded his head, hair bouncing ever so slightly, “But the mask,” he reached to touch said item.

“Are you sure you want me to know who you are?” She seemed more unsure of herself, unreasonable in this situation. She had already revealed her identity, “If not, then I can probably cram the cotton ball under the mask.”

She heard the small hum of their Kwamis talking in the background as he answered, “Okay.”

She let out a breath of relief, “Okay, I’ll get to work then.”

   She cleaned the cut, slightly lifting the mask to clean the end of it, he hissed in pain, alcohol did do its job, to clean the wound, but it hurt like hell. She muttered an apology, her face scrunched up in slight worry.

   “There,” she placed a bandaid over the cut, finishing it off.

   There was silence for a while, no banter, only the sound of their breathing could be heard. It was a highly awkward silence.

   “I’m sorry,” he spat out, breaking the silence, Marinette jumped in surprise.

   “What… what for?” She questioned.

   “For, everything, I guess,” he breathed, he was scared that she hated him, “It’s my fault that I know your identity, and I just wanted to apologize.”

   “Don’t sweat it, kitty,” she had a smirk on her face, “I just wish it were under different circumstances,” she laughed nervously.

   “Me too,” he muttered, embarrassed that he had rejected her earlier, only because he had a crush on her alter ego.

   Marinette looked at her clock, “It’s, um, getting late, you should probably head home.”

   “Okay,” he bit his lip, he wanted to stay and tell her how sorry he was, and how he just felt so stupid, and kiss her. He wanted to kiss her so badly, that it almost physically hurt. How would he deal with seeing her tomorrow, not that he knew her secret, how would it affect their relationship?

   “Hey, Marinette?”

   “Yes–” She was cut off by a kiss, and a hand placed on her cheek. A blush could be seen on her face, and she reached to hold his forearm, as if to keep his hand on her face.

   And then it hit her– she wanted this. She wanted Chat, she wanted to be with him, and she was too stupidly hooked on her feelings for Adrien to see it. Was she really that stupid? How could she be so obviously in love, but not know it?

   The kiss ended all too soon, with him pulling away from a dazed Marinette. She looked in surprise as he jumped away, blinking multiple times to regain her composure.

“I-I’ll see you tomorrow,” she stammered, still slightly confused.

“Y-Yeah,” with that, he disappeared into the night.

“Tikki… did that just happen?” She asked unsure if she was dreaming, or maybe she was half asleep?

The kwami giggle in response, “I think it did Marinette.”

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Caramel Macchiato

Thank you so much for your love of The Project!

Sorry for the wait! The first draft of this ended up not being the greatest so I rewrote it which took a while. Anywho! I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3959

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable do not read.

Description: Your best friend, Yoongi, tells you one day that he is interested in a girl who started working at BigHit recently. Being the selfless friend you are, you set aside your feelings and help Yoongi out with his newfound feelings. 

Originally posted by notjustaphase

(We do not own this gif. Credit to notjustaphase.)

“Yoongi! Hurry up!” you called from your blanket huddle on the couch. You had been watching a movie together, but Yoongi had left to make more popcorn. You had won rock paper scissors, leaving you with the luxury of staying in your warm pile while you waited for snacks to appear before you.

“Do you expect the popcorn to be done in under a minute? Practice some patience, woman,” Yoongi called back. You groaned, feeling your stomach begin growling. Movie marathons with Yoongi were so long that oftentimes the lazy pair of you would forget to eat.

You zoned out as you stared at the paused TV, your stomach occasionally growling. Suddenly the buttery scent of popcorn filled the room, prompting you to turn your head towards the dark haired boy carrying the popcorn bowl.

“Took you long enough!” you said while shoving your hand greedily into the bowl before your best friend had even sat back down. He gently smacked your hand away, making some yellow, buttery pieces of goodness fall to the floor.

“You are cleaning my floor mister,” you demanded as Yoongi settled down next to you. He groaned, setting the bowl next to him with an amused smirk. You chuckled and reached for the remote to resume the movie you were watching.

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anonymous asked:

Snow & Killian playing darts?

“Hey! Leather boy!” Killian and Emma cringed at the yelling that came from across the diner. “Get your hairy ass over here, stat!”

The couple shared a mortified look at the heckling, wishing that Snow had been able to scrub the memory of that unfortunate bathroom incident from her brain as they had.

“I take it this is the inebriated version of your mother you warned me about?”

“The very one.” Emma sighed. 

“Wish me luck, love.” He placed a kiss to her temple and removed his protective hand from her swollen stomach before approaching Snow.

“And how can I be of assistance, mother dearest?”

“Cut the crap, Casanova.” She scolded as she shoved her fist onto his chest, handing him a set of small arrows. “We’re playing darts.”

David sat beside Emma, sliding a glass of juice her way as he settled his pint on the counter.

“Please tell me you’re sober.”

“Stone cold. I want to keep an eye on your mother. She’s surprisingly aggressive when she’s had too much.” David admitted as he observed the woman in question assaulting the dart board.

Emma’s sharp intake of breath and rubbing of her abdomen caused him to be alarmed.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. It’s a little restless in there. I think it can sense it’s dad’s in trouble.” she chuckled.

“You thought of any names yet?” he asked, eager to know as much as he could about his new grandchild.

“We’ve a couple ideas.” Emma hinted. “But it all depends on if it’ll be a boy or girl.” 

She held back the news that if it is a boy, his middle name would most definitely be David, and instead turned back to the drama unfolding over the other side of the diner. 

“You’re cheating.”

“And how, pray tell, does one cheat at darts?”

“I don’t know how, but you are.”

“Your faith in me is astonishing.” he grinned.

“You know if you weren’t family i’d be smacking you in that smart mouth of yours right about now.” 

“Of that i’ve no doubt, love. Now. Shall we continue?” he asked, gesturing to the board in hopes of not riling up the former bandit any more than she was.

Snow gave him a dramatic stink eye before turning to the dart board and unleashing her wrath.

David and Emma were midway through their own little competition of peanut catching when a glorified ‘whoo!’ erupted from across the diner.

They turned to see snow victoriously grab Killian in a headlock while her other hand squished his mouth into a painful looking fish-face.

“I beat you!”

She managed to drag him in that state over to a very worried looking Emma.

“Emma! Honey! I beat your pirate!” she beamed innocently as ever.

“Aye, love. Your mother is a marvel at darts.” He manage to mumble out through his crushed cheeks.

“I like him, Emma. I’m glad you married him. Where’s my husband!” She confessed before finally releasing the poor man and launching herself into David’s unsuspecting embrace.

“I see you’re making friends?”

“I feel oddly approved of.” he massaged his face before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “But can we head home now? She’s rather terrifying.”

Emma couldn’t hold back her laugh as she agreed.

“You gonna be okay?” She asked her father as they prepared to leave.

“We’ll be fine. You guys escape while you can.” David encouraged them as Snow made her way to the bathroom. 

They said goodbye and headed for the door.

“How is the little one?” 

“A lot calmer now. It must know you’ve escaped the clutches of Grandma.”

“At least i know i’ll have someone to protect me in the future.” 

Emma’s glare had him chuckling and pulling her close as they headed down the sidewalk back to their home. 

Relentless | Calum Hood Series Pt.5

                                                 Part F I V E 

Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?

Word Count: 3k+

A/N: let’s reach for 100, as usual! i really hope you guys enjoy this part as well (bc i kinda really like this part). im so happy to write this series and it makes me happy that ya’ll totally encourage me on it!! 

Parts: one, two, three, four, fivesix, seveneight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. [DONE]

                                                  I M A G I N E 

Helsinki, 18:28 P.M. (last day in Finland, concert day)

“Where the fuck is it?” Calum growled, throwing Ashton’s clothing up in the air as he dug through his things. You watched in fear as Michael, Luke, and Ashton watched with you. 

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tachibanahime  asked:

ASL,Law,Kid & reacting to their s/o who is dead (they thought so) but actually alive & come back to them?

that sounds like a brilliant idea!

- omfg this boy is DESTROYED
- he just lays in bed day in and day out
- doesn’t eat, sleep or live, basically.
- one day, the Whitebeard Pirates found you drifting around with your arms wrapped around a piece of wood, unconscious.
- before they could try to pull you onto the ship, Ace was already jumped in the water to get you.
- this resulted in both of you getting rescued.
- he would cry so fucking much.
- clutching you to his chest and not letting go.
- kiss you all over, while crying so much.
- “I thought you left me… I thought you left me.”

- this boy is miserable, but furious.
- he would constantly train, so he could get stronger and defend the ones he loved.
- feeling so fucking guilty.
- one night when he would try to sleep, he would see someone opening his door slowly.
- prepare for attack in 0.000009 seconds.
- the person under him isn’t some lowlife criminal. it’s you. it’s fucking you.
- “Sabo…” “you came back for me…”
his body would shake sooo much, tears welling up in his eyes.
- this poor boy would hold you so fucking tight.
- rock you back and forth slowly, while holding you, face buried in your neck.

Luffy: (heeey! first luffy request!)
- he would try to come to terms with your death, of course, heartbroken.
- after a while, he would be back to normal, except the nightmares.
- the Strawhats had stopped at an island to stock up on supplies.
- he walked around town looking for something to eat, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder.
- when he turned around, it was like time stood still.
- there you were. 
- prepare to be wrapped in limbs.
- he would bawl his eyes out, the little cinnamon-roll.
- you are now a member of the crew.

- hurt. just fucking hurt.
- he would become so fucking cold, just an ass, really.
- at night, though, when he was alone, he would break down.
- one day when he was fighting against marines, suddenly someone pushed him away and took over.
- he was about to get fucking mad, when he saw who was swinging the sword.
- it was the love of his life, it was you.
- he would pull himself together and fight with you.
- back against back, swinging swords.
- suddenly he would pull you to him and give you a rough kiss.
- “never leave me again.” “never, I promise.”

- murder rampage.
- he would rage out, so fucking much!
- during one of his murder rampages, he was about to swing his sword at a young marine, when he heard your voice.
- “Eustass, no!” he would turn around and there you were. 
- he would be so mad, and probably challenge you to a fight.
- during the fight, you would throw your sword and just fucking jump on him.
- he would catch you and kiss you so fucking hard.
- hold you to him, so fucking tightly, while your tongues fought for dominance.
- sex aaaall night bby

Dating Jimin would include:

Originally posted by vthesecretoilet

.. hold on, too many feels going on here. This gif is perfect representation of what this boy is made of.

.. because this precious, giggly, sexy, stripper of a teddy bear, sunshine as a human, cinnamon roll is literal perfection.

.. so you are lying down, nothing much going on, then he walks in with that creep smile like jagiyaaa, pinching his smol fingers on air like be prepared for a tickle fight.

.. his gold giggle like please someone save me, you’ll be hearing it all day and you can’t control your feels, I am prepared to date you just to hear it.

.. you both are free souls, deeply madly in love with no rules binding you. Except for one, don’t bring up his height or you will suffer the wrath of the all mighty jimin. Who am I kidding he will just pout and hold his giggle.

.. from strawberry popsicle to hot damn daddy in 0.0001 seconds and it makes you so confused but hey, you’re in for a long steamy night so why not.

.. speaking of steamy, being the creep he is (as deduced from his relationship with jungkook) you shall never have a peaceful shower, oh no. He may not actually want to do anything sexual but can I soap you i am great at this.

.. then stuff take an unexpected (not really) turn and the steam doubles.

.. his plumpy lips like I am having issues right here. So full, such perfect lips should not exist because you wish you can have them on yours all the time.

.. then he notices you staring at them when he speaks, and teases you by starting to bite on them, monitoring your awkward shifting.

.. I mentioned this a lot, but jimin is the biggest tease ever. Whether it’s slipping his hands between your thighs during family dinner or the rated moaning he casually does, it just makes him so happy watching you tense up like don’t so this I am weak.

.. but he never leaves you hanging for too long and knows when you can’t have any of his shit anymore, so he scoops you up and here we go with another night.

.. he may seem squishy and emotionally awkward to others, but once you get to know him you’ll find out he is great at handling situations.

.. for example you come home feeling down, and it doesn’t take him long to find out what is wrong, doing his best to cheer you up. And here we go with a third night.

.. don’t underestimate his abilities to lift up your spirits. You see, if someone was the cause of your distant behaviour or your gloomy day, his inner man will snap his eyes open like someone will end up bloody or dead today.

.. then you are like where were and he is like I brought donuts sweety pie.

.. he may be perfect at keeping your self esteem up, but sometimes, things can get pretty low with him and he just needs your chest to burry his face in.

.. the silent cuddles and rare giggles set off an alarm and you just have to ask what is it baby boy.

.. then he goes on about whatever is making him feel bad as your hands spontaneously lift up to stroke his hair like it’s okay babe let it all out.

.. and he loves that so much about you that he can’t help thinking about it all the time.

.. as he traces butterfly kisses on your face he pours out how much he loves you. How you make his world shine with your smile, how you always seem to know what to say to make him feel better, how no matter where he goes he can’t find anyone better than you.

.. at that point he starts tearing up because he is a sensitive little peach and having to deal with intense love is a little bit difficult without letting out cute men tears.

.. but good luck when jungkook is around because dude I am right here, stop trying to catch jungkook’s attention.

.. so you pay back and say a bit too loud damn rap monster you are so sexy.

.. and namjoon is so confused like excuse me, all the while jimin is oblivious, kissing up the maknae’s ass.

.. then you get home and pushes you to the wall grabbing you not too hard, but firm enough like who is sexy?

.. and umm, *cough* here we go with a fourth night.

.. cute, sudden back hugs and kisses. Cute presents and dates. Singing you to bed and screaming I love you at the top of his lungs in public, jimin in love is a treasure you are blessed to have all to yourself.

.. I can seriously go on and on about this fluffy man forever, being the sexy, adorable talented cabbage man he is.

Dear Friend,

June 16, 2017

It’s happening again.
The ocean of emotions is coming at me like a tidal wave.
And I’m just a small island, ready to get swallowed whole by the water.
Hopeless of any chance of survival.

I thought I was done being sad.
I thought I was finally happy.
Not just happy, but content.
I guess I thought wrong.

Tonight’s harder to bare than most because I’m home alone.
I have been since Wednesday.
I miss my parents.
I miss coming home to my mom making dinner.
I miss being woken up by my dad when he comes home for lunch.

My mind won’t quiet.
It keeps thinking of people that I pretend don’t exist anymore.
It’s replaying old memories on repeat.
It’s showing me old faces that I wish I could see again.
It’s reminding me of things I used to have.

Then my mind starts to tell me things:
“Nobody will love you.”
“You’re worthless”
“You’re wasting your time.”
“Kill yourself.”
“You won’t be under any stress when you’re dead.”

I nod in agreement.
“That’s true,” I whisper to myself.
“I’m never going to find someone that will truly love me.
I’m not financially stable.
I hate my body.
I hate my life.”

These thoughts rush through my head.
I can’t help it.
My subconscious mind is racing so quickly that my conscious one isn’t reacting quickly enough to reason.

Do I want to die?
Do I want to kill myself?
There’s a difference…

I’m really unhappy with my life.
And all I can see is other people and their happiness.
It disgusts me.

I want to be happy again.
But how can I move on when my mind is stuck in the past?
And how can I prepare for a future when I don’t see one for myself?

I just want someone to lay by my side tonight and hold me until the morning.
I want them to whisper in my ear that everything will be okay soon.
I want them to protect me from the nightmares that haunt me in my slumber.
I just wish that somebody was Him.

Love always,

Family Is Everything

Your name: submit What is this?

Pairings: Sam x Reader

Summary: You’re scared to tell Sam you’re pregnant. Reader Request.

Warnings: Reference to sex, pregnancy and language.

“Hey.” Sam ambles haphazardly through your front door, planting at a distracted kiss at the corner of your mouth.

“Hey, back.” You tug at the shoulder of you over-sized sweatshirt, pulling it back into place.

Sam has no idea what he’s walking into.

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I'm not your slave.

FUCK entitled customers.
I work at the lovely giant craft store “Mikes” and for the most part I really enjoy my job! But…SOME people still believe that being a customer service associate means I am automatically some kind of robot that simply responds to commands.

So, context. I primarily work on the floor; recovering isles, putting items back, answering phones, helping customers, etc. I also work the register if I’m needed for back up or to cover breaks. I’m very good at both jobs and ultimately have no issues getting everything done in a short shift. When a customer needs help in a specific area, we have little buttons that alert us over our radios and whoever is available “takes the call” essentially (which is me if I’m on the clock).

So today (3/29), I was going back and forth between register and working the floor. It was myself and one other cashier, as well as a line full of people. In the midst of a transaction, a customer walked through our Exit door (they aren’t two-way so he stepped through while someone was leaving) in a bit of a panic. It’s common for people to do this looking for a return desk of some sort and we are usually able to direct them to the line since we do returns at register.
Anyway, this customer steps in holding a (mostly) empty can of a spray paint that we sell.
I make eye contact with him in preparation to send him to the line to wait. He takes the opportunity from the eye contact to INTERRUPT the transaction I’m in the middle of and holds out the can to me and says, “Get me 2 of these” and then WALKS AWAY. I call out to him asking if he wants to hold onto it and he says, “No. Keep it so you know which one to get.” and then completely walks away.
Now, I have no problem assisting customers when I’m on the floor and literally consistently doing 180’s to answer questions, but this was just SO RUDE.
Not only did he DEMAND that I leave my register and go get him spray paint (we keep it locked up, unlike other stores), but also doing so while I’m in the middle of a transaction when he could’ve gone and pushed the damn button and someone would have come to help him.
At the end, my customer and I exchanged a pleasant “what in the ever living fuck” moment.
I ended up clearing the line and helping roughly 5 more customers on the floor before the spray paint guy finally got the gist, retrieved his can that I left at my register and finally pushed the button, at which point I did my job and retrieved the spray paint for him.



So here’s a thing: I’ve been hired by a major animation studio. I don’t know how much I can exactly say, but it’s… fuck, I’m in a weird place. I applied so I could tell myself, “Hey, at least you’re doing something. At least you’re sending out resumes.” And then I got a reply, and then I tested for it and during the whole thing I was telling myself, “You’re going to get rejected, you’ve got to be strong, you can get past this, get better, it’ll get better.”

And then I got it. Like, not even an interview after the test. I just got it. And then I just spent the whole day crying and I’m crying right now and I didn’t… emotionally prepare myself for this possibility. I’m someone who prepares for the worst. I brace myself. Now I don’t know what to do. And even more, this is something near and dear to me. This is a cornerstone of why I shot for the tiny, erratic window of animation instead of the reliable, consistent world of neurology. I don’t know what to do, I just keep crying. And I’m holding my breath, why do I keep doing that.

So that’s what’s going on with me right now.

God, this is my dream. I’ve got my dream job and now I’m just terrified I’ll fuck it up. I can’t think.

Parking Lots and Velvet Skies

A/N: Based on the song Carry Me, by Kygo and Julia Michaels

Like a flag after a war, when you’re gone or when you’re first born, could you carry me?

There was something about the way he held onto her hand so tightly, that made her stomach twist, but in a good way. His fingers fit perfectly with hers, and his touch was as smooth as his cheesy pick up lines, that funnily enough always worked well on her. She wished to be carried by him like a child at all times, she wished to be in his arms as much as possible. A favorite thing of hers to do was lay in his hotel bed on late nights after spontaneous dates, and pretend to be asleep just so she could feel him move her in his arms and gently place himself down next to her. He probably would’ve done that anyway, even if he knew she was awake, but for some reason it felt more romantic when she let the stress in her bones leave her, and let him carry the weight of her heart in his hands. She had never been so beautifully in love with someone, until him. He was the singing in her soul, the smile on her lips. He made the starts shine brighter, and he knew exactly how to make her laugh when she needed it.

“I wish we could always be together.” She vividly remembers whispering these words against his lips, with a few tears rolling down her cheeks as he prepared to get onto another plane to leave her yet again. Missing someone before they even left, was the worst feeling in the entire world. Will he forget about me? Will he come back and not love me anymore? These were frequently asked questions in her own mind, and she worried constantly. But their connection was strong enough to hold everything together, and he calmed her worried feelings.

“We are always together. Always always always.” He would say and she instantly felt better. Even if they weren’t together physically, they were still always together in spirit, and they were still desperately in love with each other. Or at least she was, and she always would be, even when times were tough.

I don’t know how we, how we got so far you and me. Almost like there’s oceans between us.

Months went by, and feelings changed just like the weather. Every nightmare she had came true and the whole world came crashing down. He was meeting new girls, and finding new sentiments. She was becoming nothing but the dust in the air that got caught on his coat every once in a while, but only for him to brush off. The goodnight texts stopped, the constant FaceTiming was no longer essential to their busy lives. Phone calls and long sappy texts became surprises, and she jumped in excitement whenever she heard her phone go off. But something was different. Different in his tone, different in the way he worded his messages. He was becoming so heartbreakingly distant, and the small oceans that always seemed to be between them became big. These large beautiful oceans in the middle of their love were not beautiful anymore. They were polluted and dirty, and the bright sun that reflected off the water, was now dim. Her heart shattered at the thought of him falling out of love with her. She didn’t want to believe it and she refused to let him slip away so easily.

“I want to go back to way things were before you left. Come back to me, please.” She pleaded over the phone one night, her voice cracking.

“I’m so sorry Y/N.” His response tore down the towers that their love had built. He was giving up, and now so was she.

Remember when we would dance all night, and make love till the morning light?

Every day was a tragic and painful battle. She finally accepted the fact that he just wasn’t in love with her anymore, and as miserable as she was, in this time she learned how to love herself. She became more brave than ever, and stronger than the girl she was before. It was quite a marvelous feeling for her to be at peace with her loneliness, but of course there were still bad nights. She would come across old photos of past summer sunsets in her camera roll, and that one evening they drove around aimlessly in random parking lots just to chase the velvet skies.

“Beautiful.” He would mumble gently against her neck, as he kissed each freckle he came across as he skimmed her skin with his lips. Watching sunsets while sitting in the car was their favorite thing to do together, and she remembers very clearly how happy it always made her. They’d wait for the stars to come out before they took off to the nearest hotel, stumbling into a room high off of each other. She would place her toes on his, and he would take the lead, dancing slowly across the carpeted floor. He would throw his head back in laughter each time she’d accidentally trip over his feet, and she would just silence the laughter by kissing him. Kissing him hard enough to fall back onto the bed behind them, and they’d tangle themselves in the sheets, magically getting to know each part of each other’s bodies until the sun came back up in the morning. As she reminisced of past memories, she’d use all her new strength and bravery to keep her tears in, as she wondered if he ever thought about her in this way too. All she wanted to know was if he missed her the way she missed him.

I was there for you and you were there for me.

His busy life was something he thought would get in the way of his brain bringing up when he was with her. But he was wrong. Nothing in the entire world was ever able to stop him from remembering the way she smiled at the light coming through the curtains in the morning. He was as broken as his phone that he threw across the room the night he stupidly decided to break it off. All of his friends constantly nagged him for it, and asked him if he was okay.

“You’re doing this to yourself man.”

“I know it’s hard, but we need you to focus.”

Such things being said to him all the time were only making it worse. They were right though. He had put this upon himself, and he hated that. Keeping up with her on social media through mutual friends was done often. Seeing how much a different person she was since he left made him wonder if he should ever go back to her. And that’s when he made that decision. Maybe now that she was stronger and happier, he could find the power to go back, maybe even ask her what she did to become so happy. He finally decided he didn’t want to live without her, and so he left his unfinished tasks, and drove to her apartment building hoping that she still even lived there. It had only been a few months, but they were awful. Each day he forced himself not to bother her with his pathetic excuses of why she should take him back. He had really thought that he fell out of love with her, but after living months without her he realized he never stopped loving her. Screaming crowds and flashing lights were all things that kept his blood pumping, they were all things that made him feel alive. And he was happy, but not as happy as he was before. He was missing something. He was missing her. She made him feel awake. Awake in a world that’s asleep.

After he left, he continued to go down in a spiral of fear. He missed when she was there to calm him in these times. She’d run her hands through the mess of waves that sat on his head, and she would whisper loving words into his ear. Her breath against his cheek was something he missed dearly, and he realized how often she was there for him. He hated himself for not being there for her as much as she was for him. And that’s why he took off, wanting to change that.

Could you carry me, back into your distant hands?

The cold water ran over her hands and then down the drain, into the ground. Washing dishes in her own apartment made her feel like such a grown up, or a mother. She had been washing for so long that all the hot water ran out, and now her fingers were frozen and wrinkly. She finally turned off the water to dry her hands when she heard the sound of someone knocking on the door. Oh no, she thought. Another one of her annoying neighbors coming to complain about how her music was too loud, although right now it wasn’t that loud. She dreadfully walked over to the door to open it, seeing a face she did not expect to see.

It was him. The boy whom she loved with every inch of her soul, the boy who left her to wonder what she did wrong. He stood with his hands in his pockets, his eyes drained of any energy and his hair a tangled mess. He looked genuinely sad, as if his life were in shambles, yet he was still the face she used to kiss every night before closing her eyes to sleep. He was still beautiful in a sense that made her heart pound, and she just stared at him in confusion not knowing what words she should let escape her lips first. She couldn’t decide, so she just went for the first thing she thought when she opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Her heart was hardened ever since he left it to break into pieces. She couldn’t put her finger on why he thought it was okay to just show up uninvited.

“I wanted to come home.” He said, his eyes watering. They stared at each other both in awe at how different they looked. She was stunning as always to him, but now even more so. She radiated power and independence. He on the other hand, was a jumble of missing puzzle pieces. She was confused as to why he seemed so upset without her, but at the same time she was almost happy. She loved him, and she wanted the best for him, but knowing that he missed her for all these past months, softened her hard heart.

“Please let me in. I need you, I’ve always needed you. I’m sorry I ever left.” He ran his fingers through the nest on his head, and his eyes let a few tears fall. And so she let him in, closing the door behind him without saying a word just to see if he would say anything else. After all, he did have some explaining to do.

“I was so stupid Y/N. After being without you for so long I realized that I never stopped loving you. And I know you’re happy now, and you probably won’t take me back, but I just had to come and apologize for leaving you the way I did.” He turned his body so he could face her, and tears rolled down his face as he spoke, his eyelashes fluttering. He used the back of his hand to wipe them away, and he looked down at the carpet every now and then to seem tough or something. He was still the same guy who she had fallen in love with so long ago, and she still got butterflies just from looking at him. His short but sweet apology was all she needed to grab his flushed face into her hands. She used her fingers to wipe away the rest of the his tears and she looked right at him.

“Just tell me you missed me as much as I missed you.” She let out weakly, on the verge of breaking down.

“I missed you way more Y/N.” His hands found her waist and their foreheads were touching now. His words were enough for her delicate heart. She wanted to be more indestructible than before, and she wanted to yell at him and tell him to leave, tell him that there was no way she would take him back after the way he just left her. But she never stopped loving him, and knowing that just maybe he never stopped loving her, is what did it. And so her lips met his and there was a tender energy between them. She hadn’t tasted him for so long, and this was new. He was new. Still strong, sweet, and gentle. But more genuine, and more loving. He couldn’t even continue the kiss without breaking down right there and saying, “I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you.” So she held onto him tightly, and rubbed his head the way she used to. He relaxed at her touch and she was now kissing his head and whispering kind words into his ears just like she always did whenever he couldn’t handle himself.

“I can’t go any longer.” He said quietly into her neck as they now sat on the living room floor. She didn’t exactly know what he meant, but she knew that he was upset, and that broke her heart. Her arms were wrapped tightly around him, and she held him like a child, treating him with all the love she had for this boy. He could have his hands around her neck, threatening to take her life and she’d still do anything for him.

“Then let me carry you until you can.” She said before placing a soft kiss on his head, hoping that her words would comfort him. He may not have been there for her when he left, but there was always going to be a soft spot in her heart for him, and she promised him a while ago that she’d always be there to carry him when he needed it.

Night Terrors

Originally posted by clutterbucky

Summary: a spider super hero hears a scream coming from an apartment room on his way home from a long night of saving lives

Pairing: Peter Parker x female Reader

Warnings: night terrors, briefly implied sexual assault and swearing (all of my writing will have swearing i swear a lot sorry) ALSO PETERS 18 

Length: 1k

tag list: @nedslaptop, @rileywrites-93, @cuteparkers

Peter was the first to admit that tonight had been a rough night for him. He had been punched one too many times for his liking and wanted to get home to his warm bed in his sweats with the sound of Aunt May’s ocean sounds bleeding in from the room next to his. He was finally on his way home, swinging from street to street until he go to his block, where he dropped down to the sidewalk to walk the rest of the way. He hears a clear cut scream break through the crisp night and immediately he’s asking Karen to find out where the sound waves came from. Automatically Karen directs him to a second floor apartment with an open window, and Peter’s mind starts preparing him for the worst possible scenario. What he finds though is the most puzzling thing he’s seen all day, a girl curled up against a headboard alone, holding herself together.

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Do you think, you’ll be able to forgive me?

genre: Chanyeol Fluff/Drama/Honestly I’m not sure xD
type: drabble/scenario
characters: Chanyeol, Baekhyun, EXO, reader
Do not re-post without permission or use in any way, this is my work.
Okay so this one was a little complex when I first read the request but I liked it so much so here I am, trying to make it good xD It’s long tho, sowwy xD Enjoy, Ara~
PS: G/N is for “Girl’s name.”

“What do you think you are doing!? Snugging around while Y/N is watching!? Have some decency!” I heard Baekhyun screaming from the living room.
“It’s none of your business Baek, back off” Chanyeol replied, pretty annoyed. 
“You think we enjoy it? Seeing how you break her into million pieces while you are cozying with her! You better apologize or..
“Or what? You’ll fight me?”
“No. I’ll make her mine”

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