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scarletnightwalker  asked:

Hello, I was wondering if you could help me. Lately I've come across the healthy/unhealthy personality types. Though I know, that I'm an ENTP, I would like to learn, how you can tell whether they are healthy or not. Would be great if you would explain this. Thanks in advance PS.: I'm not sure, if this is the right place to ask my questions, so correct me if the 'question' section isn't the right one.

It’s the right place. All the mods are pretty chill coz we’re awesome. :)

Unhealthy NTP: never finishes anything or focuses on the details (zero follow through), uses their Fe to manipulate people (you’re soft, and a pansy, and making you fall for my BS is so fun, maybe I can even get you to cry by pointing out how stupid your ideas are!) or intentionally hurt them rather than forge genuine connections or take into consideration people’s feelings.

Healthy NTP: knows which ideas are better than others, in order to focus on bringing them into fruition and either commits to them long-term by selecting a creative partner (Ne/Fe) or giving their ideas away to others who can nail down the details. Is logical but gentle in correcting others, mindful that people’s feelings matter and it’s important for others to genuinely like you in life, in order to get things done (and because it’s the nice thing to do). Realizes they’re prone to hyperbole, short term interests, and exaggeration, and learns to laugh about it, but also acknowledge it and work on fixing it. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy NFP: never finishes anything or focuses on details (zero follow through), follows their heart without regard for the consequences, using that to justify hurtful behavior (I don’t care what you think, I fell out of love with you, so I can cheat on you all I want, I’ve done nothing wrong, this is who I am, just deal with it or get out), refuses to take blame for their part of the problem, may intentionally offend others, and doesn’t care about anyone but themselves.

Healthy NFP: knows which ideas are better than others and seeks to bring the best ones into the world through healthy engagement of goals, deadlines, and process of elimination (Te). Sets personal deadlines for self, and beats them, in order to stay motivated. Understands what drives them most, slows them down, or angers them, and commits to doing something about it. Learns such things as “tact,” when dealing with others, but also when and where to defy social norms and stand up for oneself (does that really matter? is it worth a fight?). Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy NTJ: becomes obnoxious in pushing their “vision” on others or asserting they know everything (including your motives) while devaluing your feelings or beliefs, often sneers at people who make emotional decisions, and sometimes passive-aggressively attacks people’s ego or intelligence that they do not like (okay, stupid, I’m just going to make you look like an idiot, while correcting every damn thing you say, all day long, until you run away and cry).

Healthy NTJ: has a fair, balanced, and open-minded approach to life, is willing to listen to others’ ideas and offer practical thoughts on them, but is neither arrogant nor pushy about their knowledge, expertise, and logical detachment. Chooses when to correct others with care, and never does so to humiliate, only to educate. Respects others’ feelings even if they personally feel that the other person is making a mistake. Focuses on taking their ideas and goals and making them real. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy NFJ: total detachment from reality, while stubbornly clinging to the belief that their irrational interpretation is “the truth” (and the ONLY truth) (It DOES make sense, you’re just too stupid to understand it!), and resorting to a “you’re either with us or against us” mentality, which manifests in creating a single universal (sometimes abstract) enemy and trying to recruit others to join their cause against them / you (bad Ni and Fe).

Healthy NFJ: has a fair, balanced, and open-minded approach to life, accepts their interpretation may be unrealistic, but is committed to bringing their ideas and visualizations to life, often by recruiting others to a positive common cause. Uses their understanding of others’ motives to uplift rather than tear down, and becomes a source of compassionate and guiding “wisdom” for friends (I worry about you choosing this path, and here’s why…). Never recruits others in any negative ways against someone who disagrees with them. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy STP: irresponsible, reckless, and hedonistic, engaging in short-term behaviors that leave a wake of destruction behind (broken marriages, families, and violated responsibilities), often using Fe to manipulate people to get what they want (hey, I’m super hot and I’ve seen you ogling my backside, so I’m going to wear something that accentuates it so you’ll give me what I want in return one of these days; I don’t care how wrong it is) and then dumping them like hotcakes.

Healthy STP: knows life has much to offer and not only enjoys it but helps others loosen up and try new things, but commits to the people, beliefs, and jobs that are most important to them, for the long term. Understands and respects others’ feelings and seeks to connect to them through that, as well as develop their own ability to communicate. Learns the art of tact and when to use it (is it worth correcting this person or does it matter?). Tries to think about the long-term consequences of impulse, before engaging in it. Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy SFP: irresponsible, reckless, and hedonistic, going through jobs and romantic relationships like wildfire, abandoning people every time they get “bored” or feel unattached; justifies this behavior with selfish reasoning (I just don’t love you anymore, so I don’t have to treat you with respect); unable to be counted upon by other people, since they never show up or follow through; refuses to take responsibility through their actions and doesn’t mind offending others for no reason at all.

Healthy SFP: is good at self-entertaining and eager to try new things, and infects others with a similar excitement; is good at pushing people out of their comfort zones and encouraging them to aim high for their dreams. Has a strong sense of personal beliefs, and is willing to commit to other people, and prioritize them in relationships. Knows when it’s appropriate to defy social convention, and when it’s better to dial back the “but this is just who I am!” and chill. Sets personal goals, deadlines, and achievements, and sticks with things, so they have something tangible to show for their time (Te). Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy STJ: refuses to adapt or change even when their world implodes; may try and “force” or “strong-arm” others into their point of view. Has little interest or respect for people’s feelings and doesn’t mind crushing them on their way to success, but may also play the role of a martyr in the process (since NO ONE ELSE IS RESPONSIBLE AROUND HERE, I HAVE TO DO IT). May become irrational or paranoid with lower Ne, and turn into a pessimist.

Healthy STJ: uses their extensive past experience to figure out what will and won’t work when dealing with life and problems, but is also open to new ideas, trying out new things, and experiencing what “lies beneath the surface” (Ne). Tries not to shut down ideas until they have considered them. Is practical, efficient, and logical, but also respects people’s feelings and doesn’t intentionally try to hurt, shame, or control them. Becomes able to share what they need emotionally with others, rather than playing a martyr (I would like it if you would take the trash out; since I’m doing this other thing, it seems fair, and it would make me happy). Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes.

Unhealthy SFJ: refuses to change or adapt, while clinging stubbornly to their idea of “how things were,” while struggling to control their emotions; may resort to being “fake” in order to manipulate others, to “us vs them” thinking and overt moralizing (if you don’t agree with us, you’d better change your mind or face the consequences, because we can’t let you hold such a wrong point of view and will punish you for it).

Healthy SFJ: uses the past to form impressions about people and situations, but changes those perceptions based on new experience; is open to new ideas and beliefs, and willing to look beneath the surface (Ne), with the aim of making those things “useful and tangible” in the real world (how can this idea apply to life and improve our situation?). Learns the art of “polite affirming correction,” which helps others become better, while not shaming, humiliating, or insulting them for their behavior. Aware not everyone needs to agree, and comfortable with those who don’t; never recruits anyone against anyone else, or adopts a mentality of “let’s get that person, together.” Takes personal responsibility for their mistakes. 

- ENFP Mod

B99 + Tinder AU: in which Jake and Amy match on Tinder. 
→ set pre-show/early season onewritten after I impulsively downloaded Tinder instead of working on my other AU in progress

In a moment of insanity and slight tipsiness, she lets Kylie download Tinder on her phone. (”Amy, what do you want your Bio to say?” “Ooh, how about how I’m in a nationally-ranked trivia team?” “Nope, none of that.”)

In a moment of four-drink-drunkenness, she swipes right on Jake Peralta. 

She wakes up on Saturday morning with her mouth dry and her head pounding. Groaning, Amy lifts one hand to shield her eyes from the way-too-bright light streaming in through the curtains. With her other hand, she gropes blindly for her phone on the bedside table. When she doesn’t find it immediately, she drags herself out of bed and makes her way toward the kitchen. 

She gets herself a glass of water and fishes her phone out of her purse, which was on the floor just a few paces away from the messy heap of fabric that was her coat and scarf. 

She opens her phone, and her eyebrows scrunch together at the notification on the screen: “Congratulations! You have a new match!

Her eyes flicker to the icon accompanying the message. The small red flame brings back hazy memories of the night before - Kylie taking her phone hostage and downloading the app, Kylie setting up her profile, the two of them cracking up while swiping left and right for an hour. 

She sips from her glass and pulls up the app with a sigh. She taps the screen a few times to check her matches and messages, bracing herself for anything inappropriate and praying she didn’t send out anything too terrible herself. (She doesn’t recall doing any messaging of her own, but she also doesn’t recall getting home and throwing her jacket on the floor, so.) 

She chuckles at a few of the messages and grimaces at others, but her heart nearly stops, and she almost drops her glass when she scrolls down and sees a very familiar name.

In his tiny profile picture, he’s looking somewhere off camera and has a single eyebrow raised. His lips are drawn into a somewhat half smirk, half smile. For some reason, she can just hear Gina’s voice, giving him directions on how to pose. (”Okay, Jake. Remember, we’re going for sexy, but not like we’re trying too hard. Like, sure, we’re trying, but it’s almost effortless.”) 

There’s a blue star on his photo, and Amy vaguely recalls Kylie telling her this means he swiped up to “Super Like” her. Her ears burn at the idea Jake would ever actually super like her. 

After setting her glass down on her coffee table and taking a seat on her couch (to avoid breaking glassware, falling over, or other potential consequences), she takes a deep breath and opens up his messages. 

santiago’s on tinder?! whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?!?!?!!! were the magic themed singles nights not working out for you? :o

gotta say i’m supes flattered you swiped right

but fyi i’m totally going to bring this up at briefing on monday

the whole world has to know i matched with amy santiago!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

She rolls her eyebrows but continues reading. 


unless you don’t want me to?? 


k you’re not replying

that tells me you either passed out in shock after matching with me (tbh i get it, nbd) 

or you and kylie are having the craziest night of your life :P 

There’s a new timestamp before the next message, and when she checks, she finds he sent it over half an hour after the prior one.

look i’m only saying this cause you swiped right first but if this wasn’t a joke and you were actually interested, i’d be up for dinner or whatever 

It’s the last of his messages, and it sends her reeling. 

Heart racing and hands shaking, she fumbles with her phone to call her best friend. She figures the woman who got her in this mess should help her out of it.

“H-hello?” Kylie’s voice is hoarse and weak, and this makes Amy feel a teensy bit better about her own hangover. Except she’s still freaking out. 


There’s a laugh on the other line. “Honey, you grabbed your phone from me to swipe right the second his face came on the screen and then yelled at it when he hadn’t responded within 30 seconds. You didn’t even bother reading his bio - although I checked, and it was just full of Die Hard quotes and emojis… Not the best or most creative. Like what does that even mean dating-wise? What does that tell you about him as a potential lover? Nothing, Amy, nothing. The only thing it says is that his ideal date is probably a Die Hard marathon and make out session.“

“Oh, God, can we not analyze Peralta’s Tinder profile right now?” 

You asked about him! Anyway, what’s up, boo? Did your smoking hot partner actually match with you?” 

“Smoking hot?”

“Your words, not mine.” 

Her cheeks flare up at that, and she groans. She combs her free hand through her hair. “He might have… sent me a bunch of messages and said he was up for dinner or whatever if I was actually interested.”

Kylie makes a high-pitched squeal, and Amy has to bring her phone away from her ear for a second. When she brings it back, her best friend’s talking a mile a minute. “So you are going out with him, right? There is no way in hell you are passing this up, Amy. You’ve been into him forever! You know what, I’m ending this call right now. You need to message him back or text him or call him or something. Text me updates ASAP!” 

The line goes silent after that, and Amy’s left with a bigger headache than the one she woke up with. 

After staring at the ceiling for another minute or hour (she can’t tell), she goes back into the app and pulls up his message. Throwing all caution to the wind, she sends: Hey! :) Are you free tonight?

His reply comes almost instantaneously, which is good because she otherwise would have gone insane.

ya! what do you want to do?? i’m up for anything ;)

ps that winky face wasn’t meant to be sexual or anything, we could literally just sit and talk and eat

or something

no pressure 

An increasingly familiar swell of affection rises in her chest. She pauses to consider her response. Die Hard and takeout at my place?

noice. i’ll be there @ 6

can’t wait, ames!!!!!!! ♥

A series of knocks sounding vaguely like the Imperial March announces his arrival later. Amy tucks her hair behind her ears, takes a deep breath, and gets the door. 

Jake has a boyish grin on his face and a spark of amusement in his eyes. “Y’know, Amy, Tinder’s Safety Tips page says you’re always meant to meet someone in public. I hope you don’t invite all your matches to your apartment for movie night. What would Holt say if you got murdered? How would we explain your death to your parents?”

She chuckles and rolls her eyes. Just like that, all the nervousness she felt dissipates. “Come in, Jake.” 

The night ends up going on both of their good date lists. - They order Chinese and fight over the last egg roll. Jake recites half the lines of the movie. (Only half because Amy shushes him at some point). They make out on her couch as the end credits roll over the screen. 

They also delete their Tinder accounts. 


Well, well, well… They are back!

Whom am I talking about, in thing plethora of comebacks? Why Monsta X of course!

Monsta X is a group of 7 super talented members!

Originally posted by song-butt

Last comeback, they came out with “All in”, a great  song with an awesome(yet super confusing) plot driven music video, claiming that it was only Part 1.

Originally posted by wonhobe

So when i heard that they are coming back i got extremely excited to see the continuation of the story and to hear their new album.

Aaaaaaand to be honest, at first i was a bit disappointed with the new music video, probably because i was expecting something very similar to ‘All in’, a more fluid continuation.

However, when I saw the music video a few more times, it had really grown on me, The shots are great and there were some links to the previous music videos, but i guess i am a bit to stupid to understand right away!

Originally posted by i-dyology

The ending, however… still feels very random.

The song too is great! I really like Fighter, in fact, i love all the songs on this album! 

And the members… oh my lord are they amazing!

First we have our leader: Shownu

Originally posted by madtwn

He is a great dancer and his stage presence just slays everyones existence! Just watch him on Hit the Stage for some solo dance action(by solo i mean without the other members). So, lets not sleep on Shownu please!

Then we have Kihyun:

Originally posted by kihqun

This boy is a cutie with amazing vocals! Yes, his vocals are truly great! I feel guilty for saying this, but there are times where i can see why Monsta X is Kihyun and friends. And, in my opinion, that is not always a bad thing. After all, there are songs which are truly amazing for him and choruses which just fit his voice perfectly!

Of course, we also have Jooheon:

Originally posted by kihqun

Ok so.. This rapper kills me! And not just because of his skills and voice, but also his persona! He just seems like such a fun guy who can kill with aegyo! He lights up the room and then performs and suddenly everything changes and he becomes just unbearably amazing! And lets be real, i find his sexiness no joke! He just seems like a manly man with a great twist aka aegyo.

Then theres I.M:

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Our precious, precious maknae! His raps, great and his singing though… so sweet! Just watching him, makes me wanna hug him, but then he gets all cool and spectacular and all i can think is “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE!” He also looks great with the new hair!

Lets not forget Hyungwon, of course!

Originally posted by minyeossi

So, heres the thing, i admit to the fact that at first, Hyungwon’s look slightly disturbed me. It’s just that his lips and jaw just seem so out of sync with his face… It just seemed like he failed having botox, and so his face got slightly deformed. However, as i saw more of Monsta X and so a lot of their interview I realised one thing: Hyungwon need to be protected at all cost! I believe that its okay if someone does not immediately get attracted to him, but its never okay to hate a human being for that! After all, he is just so sweet, so kind, so graceful that i fell in love with him! Hyungwon is a beautiful human being!(PS, can we please ask for some more lines for this angel?)

Then there is…. Minhyuk!

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Minhyuk is a precious cinnamon role. He is so cute, so sweet, it destroys all Monsta X fans! He just speaks and everyone was to take this puppy and wrap him in blankets! And just like for Hyungwon, can this beautiful human get more that a mere 13 seconds please? 

Also, he has such a cute bromance with the leader, Shownu.

Originally posted by kpop-trashbag

Bromance and fanservice at its best!

And … for last… we have… Wonho.

Originally posted by skele-chim

Did I ever think id find a man in a crop top hot? Nop, but things change… drastically.

Real talk now.

I really hope that Wonho doesn’t mind being so sexualised, I really do. Because sometimes it gets a bit out of hand. After all, when is he finally going to be able to do things fully clothed?

Originally posted by kihqun

He doesn’t even get to make stuff with clothes on! And like i said, if he enjoys it, good for him, you go boy! But if it is done against his will, then it is unfair. I just really don’t want to hear, that he is forced to do the whole sexy thing for the rest of his life. 

Originally posted by wonhuff

But other than that, Wonho just seems.. special. There is an aura around him of a guy comfortable with what he is, who has experienced some things( and he has since he was like 14, which for me is totally fine. After all, in my country it is not uncommon to have a drink or smoke at 14-15. In fact, most in the end live a typical life). I do however, want to see a bit more of personality from him. Cause although he seems comfortable, I think he might just be comfortable about his own little safe zone as Wonho, rather than as Shin Hoseok. I don’t know whats going on in his head, but please don’t kill me! I love Wonho and Shin Hoseok, but the is my opinion! But i think this doesn’t just apply to Shin Hoseok, but to many if not most idols and famous people in general.

So, this is the roundup of the groups members, The amazing members!

As a bonus, lets make a bit of a Monsta X spam!

Originally posted by glorious-soobooty

Originally posted by kihqun

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So yes. This is our beloved Monsta X. The group of beloved, fun loving ‘dorks’(said in the most loving way) who make up a cool kpop group!

BTW: I know that I’m primarily an ARMY, but yo, THEY NEED TO WIN AT LEAST ONES!!! They deserve it so much! So please! Lets give them at east 1 win!

Originally posted by monstaxs

Thank you for reading!

PS. Wohno can you please stop? Cause every time i try to find a gif for anything all i see is you! I love you and all but.. please… you are killing me!

Vampirism 101

This post is strictly to teach what being a vampirism is and what it isn’t, it is to clear up any misinterpretations, not for people to engage in learned vampirism, which does not equate to natural psychic vampirism.
This is not just going to be one post as there is a lot to cover, this is going to be a series on this blog.  So, if you want to read more about vampirism, from the viewpoint of a vampire you should follow my blog.

What is Psychic Vampirism?
Psychic vampirism is exactly how it sounds.  It is a condition, now I say condition not as in a bad way such as an ailment, I say condition as a state of being, much like the “human condition.”  Vampirism is a condition where one individual needs to drain energy from a source and take it in because they cannot regulate or create enough of their energy on their own for whatever reason.
The main ideas of why vampires cannot regulate their own energy is because of a missing, disconnected or damaged connection to the universal natural energies. The one in question is typically the Ba, centered in the stomach (this is based on the Egyptian idea of energy centers).  There are many ideas on how or why people are psychic vampires.  

Why do Psychic Vampires feed?
The main stigma is “why do psychic vampires want to feed off of people,” this is because it is not a “want of energy” this is a NEED of energy.  This exchange of energy is as real as a mundane person eating food for energy, all vampires, even vampires who do not know they are vampires need to feed off of energy, whether it be consciously or subconsciously. Without feeding an appropriate amount over an extended period, a vampire will grow lethargic and sickly, often to the point of near non-functionality.  This can lead to chronic illness, and only stops because it gets to a point when the sub-conscious mind can then deal with the illness and lessen the effects, the key word here is lessen, not stop, there is no “cure” for vampirism, just as there is no cure to humanity.

How can one “become” Psychic Vampire
There is no spell or ritual to become a psychic vampire.  If you are a vampire you either recognize you are a vampire (if you are one) and undergo the awakening process or stay a vampire only in your subconscious, in which case your subconscious mind will take care of your feeding.  Not everyone is born a psychic vampire; the condition is not something you can pick up later in life.  
Now, do not get me wrong there are cases where one can “become” sort of a pseudo-psychic vampire, these are known as sympathetic vampires, but this is not the same as true psychic vampirism, this is because Psychic Vampirism is a condition that one is born with, this can either lay dormant within the subconscious mind or be embraced by the conscious mind as previously stated.  These types of “pseudo-vampires” sympathetic vampires, are deemed learned vampires or secondary vampires by the “vampire community,”.  Now I will explain the top cases on how this happens
1.)   Sympathetic Vampire: A sympathetic vampire is a person that has been fed on by a vampire for so long that their energy cannot recover normally, because of this the body and the mind make a need for energy and starts absorbing energy like the vampire that fed off them.  This is the most common form of learned Vampirism and usually happens subconsciously in the sympathetic vampire.  This condition is not permeant and will go away once the drained person’s energy returns to normal.
2.)   Necromantic Vampire: this is a rare case but well known among the well-read left-hand witches.  If one takes in too much death energy, like for instance one practiced necromancy, then the body would start to shut down because of the death energy taking a toll on them, because of this they then have a need for the energy and then start to) feed to regain energy.  In this case, it is permeant as the necromancer/magus/witch will always utilize death energy, which will always take a toll on them.

What is the “vampire community?”
The “vampire community” simply does not exist as an established body or authority, this is not some anime where all the vampires hang out in a cellar, now, do not get me wrong there are house/clans/lodges of psychic vampires, but there is no central community or leader, just like in paganism there is no central body of the community, it is not organized.  There has never been a central community simply because there is no need of a central community, the vampirism condition affects everyone differently, because of this they can be separated into different houses/lodges/clans, it is also widely known that we “stick to the shadows” because we are often viewed as evil by empaths and other practioners of magick.   There are famous houses and “leaders” (usually authors or “powerful” vampires) which make up the “vampire community,” but there is no central vampire community as vampirism is still seen as a taboo even in the occult world.
Famous clans/houses would be; the infamous “Temple of the Vampire”, House Kheperu which the famous author Michelle Belanger writes for, another author is “Father Sebastian” who is in charge of the “sabretooth clan”.  
Many authors do not even publish their works in the name because of infighting within the community.  Vampirism is so diverse that many vampires will call-out some authors as awful or sell-outs because they’re the body does not function like theirs do.
Vampire houses/clans/lodges etc. are often compared to covens, but this is not the case because vampires do share another bond with one another, especially if they know their culture and the real value of that bond.  This is very different from covens of witches because the bond I spoke of is usually an actual magickal bond; they can know what each other is thinking, how they are feeling, what they need, etc., etc…  This bond with one another is the final defining factor that separates natural vampires from learned vampires.

How can I tell if I am around a psychic vampire?
First, you want to rule out if you are getting sick or not, many people that run to me and think they are being attacked by a psychic vampire are usually dehydrated, fatigued, or becoming ill.
But you will feel these symptoms IF you truly are being drained by a psychic vampire, most vampires will not feed off a single person, it will usually be a crowd (see ambient feeding), but I can only speak for myself and others that I have spoken to
Exhaustion, you will feel very tired and fatigued from being too close to a psychic vampire, especially if you stand in the proximity of their aura.  (about an arm’s length away)  Obviously, vampirism takes energy from a source if you are fed on you become that source of energy, so you will (obviously) become tired both physically and metaphysically.  
Confusion, your mind will start to race and bring up old memories that triggered certain emotions, this is because during feedings the vampire could select an emotion to feed off of bringing up certain memories tied to that emotion.  The most common emotions are fear, anger, or sometimes joy or love, very potent emotions are the easiest to trigger.  Along with the confusion mental fogginess or memory loss could come after, because your subtle body is trying to cleanse itself.
Unexplained discomfort and unease
Post feeding you can feel very uneasy in a state that is almost dissociative, or strangely content and tired.
It should be noted that the feeling of being fed on can also be strangely pleasurable or even euphoric depending on the vampire in question. Vampires can even purposely attempt to make it so if they know what they’re doing.
Many people who do encounter Psychic vampires and get fed off of can feel these symptoms when they think about the vampire post feeding; this is because Psychic Vampire feeds off of energy, while you are thinking of this vampire you are sending energy to this person from your thoughts.  It is that simple.

Who feeds the vampires?
There are people that are referred to as donors that do willingly give psychic vampires the energy that they need.  In fact, there is even a donor’s bill of rights which you can read here. Most donors are usually very involved in the vampire's’ life or their community, either platonically or romantically.  
There is also the term “Black Swans” who will feed any vampire that is in need, as these people usually have a very high energy, but if they aren’t careful, they usually become what is known as “sympathetic vampire”.
Donors always have the choice to feed the vampire or not, in fact, donors are the framework of the vampire community.  The whole myth of vampires sulking around for people to feed on does not exist in the larger part of today’s vampire community.  If you are a part of a community or house, you will most always have a donor or several; there are also houses where vampires feed on one another if their energy matches.  (check the donor’s bill of rights above for more info)
Vampires are considerate; they will take into account everyone else’s energy and be sensitive to it, because of this they usually will not feed on a random person, that usually only happens with the subconscious and learned vampires.

Why do people feed vampires?
Many view vampiric feeding as one sided or even parasitic.  This is the biggest misconception in the occult community.  
The relationship between a vampire and their donor(s) is very unique.  What usually happens is the donor cannot regulate their own energy, but in the donor’s case, they have too much energy, so the vampire only takes the excess energy.  This allows the donor to function at a normal level of energy (metaphysically speaking)
The act of psychic vampirism is energy work, the vampire pulls energy from someone into them, if you work with energy you know that this can be very good for both parties involved.  The donors can get their energetic body cleaned when they are fed off of by psychic vampires.  They can also get a rush of emotions, good or bad.  Vampiric feedings, like all of works of energy can be very therapeutic for the person being fed from (the donor).  

What is the awakening process?
Throughout this post I have mentioned “the awakening process” here I will explain it in more depth.  When a psychic vampire goes from their normal dormant subconscious state to a conscious state, a change occurs this process is known as awakening. “Recognition brings awakening and awakening bring recollection of Self.  As we remember, we become.”
-Michelle Belanger
When the vampire begins to recognize they are a vampire, this process starts, this awakening.   They must maintain their feedings as, they are beginning to regulate their energy conscientiously.  When this happens, all those subconscious acts become conscious and many things about yourself become clear.  Now this process does not just happen overnight, for some it may, but those are rare cases, this usually happens over the course of weeks and months, after this process start you become what is called a dedicant in the vampire community.  This is sort of a juvenile stage where you are learning everything on your own; I like to compare it to vampire puberty.  

Are you a psychic vampire?  Signs and hints
Now this section I will talk about some signs that you are a psychic vampire.  
Many people who are psychic vampires, especially if they are a questioning vamp will constantly be told that people are tired after hanging out with them.  A very good indication of if you are a vampire or not is if people around you grow more lethargic around you.  This could be your best friend or the annoying kid who sits next to you in class
If you are hungry, for energy I mean, you will sometimes stir up emotions in others, this could be by starting petty fights with friends or saying something to get under someone else’s skin.  Basically, you will do whatever causes an emotional response as psychic vampires can feed off the energy related to emotions.  

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As Always

Your James Buchanan Barnes

Title: Your James Buchanan Barnes

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Genre: Fluff 

Summary: Bucky wouldn’t show his jealousy. But how long could he really last?

Bucky is a possessive man. Not that he’d admit it up front to anyone. Back in the 40s, he was this suave ladies man that could have had any dame he wanted, no questions asked.

James Buchanan Barnes couldn’t possibly show the world how much his heart screamed and how hard his fists clenched at the sight of his doll rolling her head back in laughter as this greasy hair, grubby-hands S.H.I.E.L.D recruit blurts out yet another one of those jokes Bucky couldn’t help roll his eyes at.

He let out a grunt, much louder than he normally would have. Seeing (Y/N)’s eyes light up as she sees him standing by the doorway, Bucky couldn’t help the smile creeping onto his face.

“Doll, do you want to head out for lunch?” Bucky asked, trying hard to look nonchalant at the recruit’s arm that was placed just a little too close to (Y/N)’s warm ones on the lab’s desk.

“I’m sorry Bucky. I’ve got to finish up here and get these mission reports to Agent Hill before she leaves for the day.” came (Y/N)’s reply, her eyes downcast, lips pushed into a small pout.

Seeing her expression, Bucky’s furrowed eyebrows relaxed, only to knit back together once more as he spots the recruit blatantly staring at his doll’s lips. That god-damn recruit even had the nerve to lick his own lips. You’ve got to be joking.

Bucky took a long stride and was just about to give the recruit a piece of his mind when he hears Steve walking into the lab, calling out to him.

“Hey Buck, head to the gym with me?” Steve asked, eyes glued to his phone in his hand, his other hand rubbing the back of his neck, looking slightly exasperated at what was on the screen.

He let out another short grunt to show his agreement, his pride getting the best of him. He couldn’t possibly show his best friend just how jealous he got over a dame. I mean, he is James Buchanan Barnes, the all-around ladies man.

The second time that ugly feeling of possession crept up his heart was when (Y/N) was lounging in the entertainment room. Her hair in a messy bun atop her head, body wrapped in a fluffy blanket and a thick book perched on her lap. She was quite engrossed in the novel, failing to notice when Bucky walked in.

Bucky leaned on a wall, an endearing smile on his face as he took in the sight. A small gasp escaped (Y/N) when she hit a particularly exciting part of the plot, causing Bucky to let out a soft laughter.

(Y/N) turned her head to where Bucky was and as their eyes met she squealed and attempted to untangle herself from the blanket.

“Bucky! You’re back! I missed you so much! No more week long missions for you sergeant!” (Y/N) said as she leaped in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist; finally free from the blanket.

He tightened his hold on her and buried his face into her hair and replied, “I missed you too doll. No more week long missions without you, I promise.” his deep voice muffled.

After a short while, (Y/N) released her hold on Bucky and grabbed his hand to lead him to the kitchen.

“Bucks I made you a plum pie! Actually… I may have made about ten. I mean I know its too much but I just couldn’t fall asleep without you next to me, I had to do something to keep myself distracted! I’ve cleaned every inch of our room, redecorated it and even rearranged all your Henleys by color…” (Y/N) explained, her voice getting softer by the second, a pink tint on her cheeks.

A rush of affection came to Bucky as he hears that she has missed him just as much as he missed her. He was about to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her in when he finally took notice of the oversized sweater she was wearing.

“Is that… is that Vision’s sweater?” Bucky asked, brows knitted, voice lower than (Y/N) was used to.

“Uhh, well yeah. I mean…” (Y/N)’s reply was cut short when Thor bolted into the kitchen, voice booming.

“Ah! Lady (Y/N)! Just who I was searching for! Could you make me some of those pop tarts we’ve had this morning? Just about six will do. I’m feeling a little peckish.” Thor asked, a casual arm draped on her shoulder.

“Oh wait! Is that a pie I see? I wouldn’t want to trouble you in that case Lady (Y/N)! I’ll just have some pie instead! Looks wonderful!” Thor continued, taking a slice of pie and setting it on a plate.

He then took the rest of the pie away with him, giving (Y/N) a loud thank you, leaving Bucky, (Y/N) and the one slice of pie in the kitchen.

If Bucky’s anger was mid-level earlier, it just got through the roof after Thor’s little pie-stealing stunt.

That block of wood of a God just had his arms on his doll’s shoulders, his face was barely an inch away from his doll’s face AND he took away the pie that his doll has made for him. He might have nine more whole pies but his doll made him ten and ten pies is what he shall have.

Bucky was just about to open his mouth to show her his discontent, he even prepared to pout for added effect. But just then, Nat sauntered into the kitchen greeting them both.

“Hey, Bucky! Hey (Y/N)! I’m just going to make myself a snack. Please just continue whatever it was earlier. I’ll make myself scarce.” she informed them, smirk evident on her face as her gaze fell on Bucky’s possessive form.

Once again, Bucky lost all the courage he’s gathered to show (Y/N) she belonged to him, with him. I mean which charming 40s sergeant would tell a dame that he didn’t like seeing her in someone else’s shirt. Not Bucky that’s for sure.

But the jealousy and possessiveness only got increasingly worse. Bucky even growled at a puppy that rubbed itself on (Y/N) feet.

Back in the compound, Bucky threw himself carelessly on the couch and he covered his face with his hands and let out a loud groan of frustration. (Y/N) sat on the couch and lifted Bucky’s feet up, placing it on her lap. She looked to the frustrated man, her face filled with concern and nervousness.

Bucky took his hands off his face and took in (Y/N)’s worried gaze. With new found confidence, he reached over and grabbed her hands, his metal arm curled around her waist as he hoisted her up, gently placing her on his lap.

Leaning his forehead on hers, he looked into her eyes and started, “Doll. Sweetheart, I just… I know this might sound ridiculously petty to you but… I’ve got to get it out of my system alright? Just… just promise me you won’t hate me okay?”, he took a deep breath and continued, “I’ve been jealous, okay? It’s just all these men hovering over you and I’m just this guy that somehow got lucky and got you as a girlfriend. I… I really don’t like how they lo-“.

You cut off his rambling with a peck on his lips and said, “Bucky, I’m sorry I made you feel so awful. I… I don’t notice people hitting on me because most of my waking moments are spent thinking about you. And I don’t mind people taking pies I’ve baked you because I know I’ll spend my whole life with you and I could bake you all the pies you want. Also… Vision’s sweater? That’s… that’s because the whole week when you were gone I wore your sweaters all day. I knew you were due to be back home so I threw all your sweaters that I’ve worn into the wash, hoping it’ll be washed and dried for you when you returned. I.. I didn’t want you to laugh at how childish I seem. I’m a grown woman that wears her boyfriend’s shirts all day because she misses him too much…”.

Both of your faces were flushed but at ease. It felt good to have shared with each other the feelings you were both trying to hide.

Deciding in that moment, Bucky lifted (Y/N) up and carried her to where the Avengers were. He strode into the room with her in his arms, all his teammates’ eyes were on him.

“Let me get this straight, guys. Don’t ever stare at (Y/N) like she’s a piece of meat. Don’t stare at her period. No lingering gazes. No wrapping your arms around her shoulders. Stop making her heat up your pop tarts or make you snacks and don’t ever go near the food she makes me.” Bucky listed out, voice serious and laced with determination.

The lot of superheroes had looks of shock and confusion etched on their faces, minds trying to process what just happened.

Finally letting out his piece, Bucky turned around and headed to his bedroom, (Y/N) still in his arms, her face a deep shade of red, buried into his shoulder. 

Bucky finally understood he was not James Buchanan Barnes of the 40s, suave ladies man. He was not the charismatic and witty James Buchanan Barnes. He was (Y/N)’s James Buchanan Barnes, a possessive man with the world’s best dame in his arms.

Some feedback would be great! Thank you! 

Tagging: @itsanerdlife 

@callamint, @klaus-is-king, @dryerpet (Thank you for leaving comments on my previous piece. It meant alot to me. ps, let me know if you don’t want to be tagged. No hard feelings!)

@buckysmusculararm (a fluff piece for you to balance the angst from my previous piece! ps, if you wouldn’t want to be tagged let me know) 

anonymous asked:

hey sam! it's been a long time since i requested a headcanon from you omg i miss ;; (but i still stalked your blog tho hehehe i'm shy) can i request a jikook headcanon about jimin who adores jungkook who is a radio broadcaster and he sort of fell in love with his voice but jimin does not know how jungkook looks like until he recognized his voice somewhere? (tbh the plot looks like a manga that i like but i forgot the title) thank you so much sam ily❤ ps: i'm week for jk as hyung and smol jimin

hi sweetheart!! don’t be shy! I’m kind of an awkward potato at first…..and later also…. but you end up appreciating me :D  so feel free to stop by and say hi whenever you feel like it, ok?

I’m sorry i haven’t been posting too much lately :( it’s been a while since I wrote some hdc, tho so im a bit rusty, i ask for your forgiveness… I have a lot of messages on my inbox so I will respond to them eventually…. I will try to do it this weekend since today i’m a bit busy but I will write this one for you as a thanks for being so sweet to me and as a promise to reply to the others ^^

have a great day pup <3

//Jimin found about jungkook’s radio program one night after a really long day at work. he usually put on his earbuds and blasted loudly his favorite artists but that night his ipod had run out of battery and he didn’t have any music stored on his phone so his only option was to tune in the radio. and oh boy does he not regret it at all.

//jungkook has  melodic voice, sweet and that exudes warmth but at the same time is deep and boyish, really charismatic. no wonder he works at a radio station.

//the program varies from listening to jungkook’s song recommendations to reading letters from fans asking for advice. the host can go from a total dork that tells the most ridiculous jokes to a sweet caring boy trying to help a lost soul.

//jimin finds himself listening to his show every single night from then on. he has the show tuned in while his night shift at the convenience store, which always helps him overcome the night with a better attitude.

//taehyung laughs at him, says he’s obsessed. Jimin likes to say he just knows how to appreciate the good things in life.

//Jungkook opens about himself sometimes, and jimin learns he’s a young man -but slightly older than him- that has struggled his own in life as many others and uses his experiences to give advice to his listeners. Jimin loves to hear those stories, feels like jungkook is opening up to him only and not to hundreds of anonymous people that listen to him as well.

//he’s tempted to call, talk directly with jungkook those nights the phones are opened to the spectators, but he knows he’s shy and would stumble with his words a lot. also, what is he supposed to say to jungkook? “oh hey i’m jimin, big fan of yours. i love your voice and i love you too, marry me?” nah, too creepy…. 

//so he simply sends letters to jungkook for the other to read. he usually shares his own struggles, tells jungkook how difficult is being for him to manage the student life, living on his own and have his family so far away. jungkook is always sweet, reassuring, tells JM to keep fighting for his dreams like he did some years prior, shares his own story so he can give jimin the will to keep going. jungkook tells JM they have a lot in common taking in consideration his letters, and jimin likes to think jungkook’s voice softens a bit while talking to him after reading his letters, and his heart stutters happily every time jungkook dedicates him a new song he’s found recently.

//it’s a sunday that finds jimin working a morning shift. he hates it, because not only he had to woke up really early, but he doesn’t have jungkook’s sweet voice helping go through the boredom.

//the good thing about it is that he can afford sit in a corner and read a book, or try to catch up with some work he had been delaying, since just some grannies come for some shopping.

//he’s immersed in one of the books he’s supposed to read for a report when someone enters the store. a young boy, dark hair and darker eyes. he’s pretty attractive, but the side glance and small smile he throws jimin when they lock gazes tells him he’s a bit shy. the boy strides to the farther aisles in silence, jimin focuses back on his books.

//”Hello,” says the boy and the single word has jimin’s head snapping towards him, it sounds slightly familiar. the boy raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything else.
“hello.” he answers, and starts charging everything without saying anything else.
“Thanks, have a good day.” he says once the other has paid and is about to leave. the boy smiles charmingly, sweet, and says:
“you too, thank you.” jimin stares a him because his voice sounds so so so familiar. 
“is something wrong?” asks the boy with confusion written all over his face and then everything clicks. 
“oh my fucking god, it’s you!” screams jimin, blushing immediately because holy shit it’s jungkook and holy shit he just screamed at jungkook
“uhm…. do we know each other?”
“no…I mean i do, i know you and this just sounds so creepy but omg im a fan- im so sorry.”
“oh….” jungkook’s face changes then, goes to confusion to realization and smiles once again at jimin. “you listen to my radio program?”
“Yeah…. i- i love you - your show”
“Wow, im glad. it’s always nice to know people like listen to me… thank you so much.”

//Jungkook starts coming to the store more often and jimin tries to play it cool every time, specially when jungkook is being friendly with him and starts a conversation. but they quickly fall into a more comfortable relationship, specially after Jimin confesses he’s JM and jungkook seems happy to know about it.

//jungkook is funny and nice outside of work also, manages to make jimin laugh without really trying. sometimes jungkook is the only one talking as jimin just smiles and nods, staring. because jimin likes jungkook’s soft voice, but likes even more his crooked smile and bunny teeth and the way he feels every time jungkook looks at him. and boy, he’s so in deep.

//they exchange phone numbers and start talking frequently. Sometimes jungkook texts him in the middle of a broadcast. it makes jimin feel special.

//”this song is dedicated to a friend of mine. we’ve become closer recently and im glad to have found such a nice person that fits so well in my life. so, ehm… jimin, i know you are listening- this song is for you”
Jimin tries not to scream in the middle of the store, but now that he thinks about it he’s alone so he squeals out loud out of happiness.

//”It was a beautiful song” says jimin over the phone, after deciding to call jungkook in a boost of braveness.
“Really? I’m glad. i found the artist recently and he really has beautiful songs. I thought you would like this one.”
“I loved it…”
“You know what it’s about?” asks jungkook, his voice soft and warm. for a second jimin forgets they are talking live on radio and there are hundreds of people listening to their conversation. “It’s a bout a new found love.”
“jimin, would it be too brave of me to ask you out on a date?”
“Are you serious?”
“totally…. I like you a lot JM”
“I would love to…”

//after that night jungkook receives a lot of letters asking for advice in love matters, because his way of confessing to jimin was cute and romantic and had all his fans squealing with feels. (jimin dowloaded the podcast to save it on his computer)

//jimin discovers dating a radio host is a bit embarrassing, specially when said host dedicates romantic songs to him or says out loud how much he loves him, but jimin wouldn’t have it any other way. (he loves calling to the program and talk to the other, sometimes embarrassing jungkook on live radio)

anonymous asked:

I need so much angst tbh so RFA gang + V finding out that MC cheated on them (doubts that would happen tho)

*:・゚✧ a|n: so it was my one month anniv yesterday!! even though i thought it was before but lets not get into thisyou wanted angst so here u go ✧゚・: * ++ thank u ssssm for 5k!! we hit it on my 1 month anniv woooo!!

why would you cheat on them? (ps it was hard to add comments to such a sad hc) ++ a read more cos it’s kinda long but prepare to be sad (= ╯︵╰,)ノ

° Yoosung

  • classes were dismissed early and he reALLY wanted to show you his grade on the paper you helped him on
  • practically runs home excited to see you and he rushes into your room
  • he quickly quietens down when he sees you playing tonsil tennis making out… with another boy - unaware of the fact  he was standing there
  • he just freezes at the doorway watching you two for a while
  • he even rubs his eyes, pinches his arm, blinks a few times to establish if.. this.. is real?
  • has to bite down on his bottom lip to stop himself from letting the pools of tears spill over his eyes
  • when you hear his sniffles you walk over to him to try explain [bs] but he gives you a forceful push away and looks at you both with his lip quivering 
  • “I-I hope y-you’re both ha-happy, I didn’t k-know I made you so unhappy MC.. I’I’m so so so-sorry”  
  • why are you apologising omg nO STOP
  • picks apart on everything he did wrong and says that’s why you left him.. he was never good enough for you..
  • that one time that he didn’t let you on the computer, when you told him to do the dishes and he didn’t that’s why you left
  • incredibly hurt and confused, the rest of the world is going on it’s business abut he’s in his own bubble of silence picking himself apart
  • he runs into his room before sinking onto his bed and the tears glide over making him a blubbering mess letting them take over
  • the pain seems to swallow him into a deep abyss … why did he have to be so stupid? he wouldn’t be in this stupid position where his heart is heavy and his eyes sting 
  • god damn it get out of my head please please I’ll do anything 
  • plays LOLOL like his life depends on it to drown out the thoughts of you so Saeyoung as to drag him to classes
  • always cooped up in his room: red eyes a l l the time and he’s completely lifeless - his insecurities have rocketed sky high
  • his heart feels hollow - like he’s missing something? it was as if you’d slapped him across the face and said “I need someone better
  • people try get him to dislike you in order to move on
  • but whenever your name leaves his lips his eyes tear up but you can see him visibly fume up .. he can’t hate you..
  • he can’t throw away your photos together, or that silly handmade gift you gave to him - it’s like binning a part of him
  • whenever he sees you at a party - he just gives you a lopsided small smile before walking off again fighting his tears because he’s reminded of how he ‘fucked up’ with you
  • He’s a complete mess but tries to play it off trying to keep his cool but he’d be very formal when you approached him - looking down at his feet apologetically while you talk to him
  • there is no joy, no happiness, no brightness and he is in the center of this deep, choking misery that doesn’t seem to have any end

° Zen

  • wow so you’d both go to an after party to enjoy yourself after his new film premiere and god he’d be so excited eeeeeeek
  • he’d be taking 1000 selfies at the premiere jesus he’s just SO happy
  • he’s going to find you and offer you a drink but he can’t find you??
  • asking everyone where you are he’s extremely panicked 
  • so when he sees you and other guy in the corner of the room the worst comes to mind he’s fuRIOUS AT THE GUY
  • he’s pushed the guy to the wall and is grabbing him by the collar - he’s out for b l o o d.. how dare you touch MC I will ki-
  • he instantly freezes up and loosens his grasp on the man letting him go and turns to you - ..what did you just say?
  • in those few seconds the world stops and he feels dizzy.. you wanted this?
  • backs away slowly looking from you to the other guy you were making out with - who has a small grin on his face [fuck off]
  • he’s pushing everyone away with angry tears pouring out from his eyes, his his head hurts, his breaths are shorter he can’t believe it
  • he wants to cuss you out, scream at you - but the only thing he is capable of doing is squeaking out
  • “why.. would you..? how? I can’t”
  • runs out of the party pushing everyone away and gets on his motorbike speeding away to just anywhere away from you
  • he’s driving subconsciously to the place where you first kissed - damn it 
  • barely focusing on the road gets beeped at several times but he doesn’t fucking care, he just wipes the tears from his eyes before speeding on
  • nothing matters anymore
  • scrambling off his bike - he runs to the top of the bar rooftop like you both used before falling to his knees and sobbing at the edge
  • he wanted to do so much more than just pathetically sob but that was the only thing he could do
  • taking an old selfie of you both from his wallet he stares at it before furiously ripping up the photo into a million pieces while taking swigs of a drink he found on the way up there [that’s a health haza-]
  • but his hands are shaking and he  can’t help but smash the bottle furiously and screaming before lying down on his back and covering his face with his hands
  • everyone betrays me… I can’t trust anybody.. they’re all the same
  • you were the only person he could confide in & trust but now his heart reflected the shattered bottle - mangled
  • seeing all your missed calls he chucks his phone elsewhere before stealing more drinks from the bar downing them all
  • he hates you, he loves you, he wants you scream at you, he wants to kiss you, he wants to leave you, he wants to make up - his brain is just screaming at him
  • he’s found hours later by Jumin’s search party drunk and passed out :((((
  • but this becomes a regular occurrence as he drinks and smokes to forget about the confusing void you left in his heart as he completely avoids you to try get rid of this damn pain in his chest
  • occasionally you get drunk texts from him but whenever you reply you get no response.. it’s a cycle of pain.

° Jaehee

  • since she rarely invests her emotions on someone else this would be a huge let down for her.. she’s never experienced ‘heartbreak
  • and a reminder she cares for you.. a lot
  • so one day when she arrives to the office and sees your coat outside the manager’s desk she’s confused
  • but where are you?  (´・_・`)ゞ
  • she continues on with her work but she needs the stapler from the managers’ room so she just walks in there - she usually does
  • but what she sees shocks her soul out of her body
  • “Is that.. MC… and my manager?”
  • she doesn’t really react and just blinks a few times before clearing her throat and you can’t help the look of surprise on your face [yes u cunt]
  • but before you can say anything Jaehee just .. ignores it?
  • she just weakly whispers “I’m here for a stapler.. thank you”
  • taking the stapler she runs out the room even though you’re calling for her and even following her [fuck off]
  • heads straight into a single toilet locking the door before leaning on the basin and taking deep breaths recollecting her thoughts
  • her heart was thumping and she felt sick… deep breaths Jaehee..
  • she lied to me.. don’t think about it until work ends.. okay
  • calming herself down and wiping the few tears from her eyes she splashes cold water on her face and she readjusts herself and walks out again looking.. okay?
  • she walks straight past you and everyone else looking fine? everyone’s confused but she just plays it off
  • drowning out her worries with work she overworks.. for days.
  • she doesn’t want to face you at home and the problem so she doesn’t leave the office for about a w e e k!!??!./
  • she’s incredibly snappy to everyone and is extremely sleep deprived surviving on mugs of coffee and her eyes are super red
  • after a few days she’s threatened by Jumin [wow] to actually go home and she reluctantly agrees.. she has to face you now
  • taking a deep breath before opening the door she notices something different.. everything of yours is gone.. 
  • there are no traces of you..
  • her hearts starts ripping again as she absent mindedly  looks around the house.. it was like you never existed - she feels numb from the shock
  • biting her bottom lip to stop herself from crying she returns back into the main room where she notices - your scarf
  • she picks it up and thats when the emotions overwhelm her
  • breathing in your scent she starts to whimper into the scarf quietly hugging it - MC.. why..
  • the pain seems to swallow her before her breathing hitches and she lets loose cradling the scarf
  • theres a hole in her heart and this pit in her stomach.. this is what true heartbreak feels like but she can’t show this to anyone
  • so she continues doing what she does best.. acts as if everything is okay

° Jumin

  • wow cheating on Jumin? how did he not find out earlier is my question
  • him taking you out to dinner was a regular occurrence.. he liked showing you off to people - you were his beloved
  • so when you asked to go outside to take a call but spend over 20 minutes there.. he was worried as H E L L
  • excusing himself to go check he finds you beside the restaurant in a small alleyway and you weren’t alone
  • he manages to clear his throat before walking up to the man you were ‘caressing’ and pushes him to the wall before you start screaming at him
  • but he ignores you before giving the guy a swift simple punch across the jaw.. he had to take out his anger somehow?
  • because that’s all he felt in that moment. anger and betrayal.
  • adjusting his suit he grabs your arm before uttering two simple words “we’re leaving” [run]
  • the car ride home is awful.. he can’t seem to gather his thoughts and emotions and did his hand hurt even hurt? he can’t feel a thing now
  • drowning out your apologies in the car he stares lifelessly ahead until you get home and the questions are running and ticking through his brain
  • telling you to get out and go straight to bed he decides to spent the night at a hotel.. he needed a break
  • but thats a horrible idea.. a night alone with his thoughts um no
  • the second he arrives at the hotel he just calmly turns off his phone and sits on the edge of the bed. still lifelessly
  • “..Now what..”
  • it still hasn’t really hit him? the only person he could trust fully.. had .. cheated on him?
  • pacing around the room there was no logical solution for this.. what was he supposed to do?
  • running water over his slightly cut hand he starts to feel the slight stinging sensation and instantaneously he feels an an ache, a deep ache from the core of his body
  • sitting down once more he then flicks over his wallet and stares at the photo of you, Elizabeth and himself 
  • and it triggers an overpowering wave of emotion
  • the room spiraled and he sank to the floor, finally letting the sadness overtake him
  • the world had crashed it shattered to tiny pieces and they were piercing through his heart..all he could think about is how much it hurt.. it hurt so bad he wanted to scream at the top of his lungs
  • he bows his head as his shoulders trembling.. why would you do this?
  •  it gets hard to breathe and he feels lightheaded but the physical pain doesn’t amount to the emotional pain
  • … he changed for you.. you helped him and crushed him all over again
  • throwing the picture away from him he brings his knees closer to him.. all his anger was now gone.. he was just.. tired
  • returning home the next day with red puffy eyes he sees all your stuff gone and he has a fixed mindset. love sucks.
  • immerses himself in work and different women from time to time - he always claims he’s okay. but you’ve destroyed him. another soul tormented

° Saeyoung

  • he’s been through.. S O much with you.. this would almost kill him..
  • one day he came over with flowers for you to surprise you at your house and you had forgotten that you’d given him your keys
  • seeing another man’s shoes at the front door he wouldn’t really care.. he’s an open person tbh
  • but hearing giggling from upstairs and clothes on the stairs? that was..
  • creeping up the stairs slowly he peeked into the keyhole before seeing you and someone else just.. well it was obvious
  • his broken heart was still and for a moment but he clenches his jaw before placing the flowers outside your door and leaving swiftly
  • every breath he took downstairs stabbed him like a knife being plunged into his chest over and over again ripping at him  
  • driving away he only felt numbness but then hatred and dysphoria surged through him with so much power he had no option but to pull over
  • his breath hitched in his throat as he broke down
  • his heart stopped beating, it had only beat for you and now his mind went black, as did his heart
  • he need you so much.. you were the only stability in his life yet you betrayed and left him like everyone else
  • “… Is there something wrong with me? That’s why no one wants me.. or just betrays me”
  • returning home he’d have to let his anger out somehow??
  • frustratedly pulling at his hair he grabs a photo frame of you both together and hurls it at the wall before slumping into his computer chair
  • he would have given his life for you yet you stepped on his heart leaving a deep void and a dull ache
  • he also like Jumin and Jaehee would try to immerse himself in work but he’d be very reckless about it
  • crying himself to sleep as he forces to delete your spam of messages but then he’s all cried out and he’s just numb
  • numb from everything.. everyone and the world
  • he can’t focus as everything he does reminds him of you.. he almost gives out his identity and messes up
  • but strangely enough he doesn’t care? he doesn’t care about anything at all because in his eyes he deserved it
  • he was being too selfish when he wanted you to himself.. when he was just a worthless hacker that everyone should avoid - it was dangerous enough anyway - 
  • it was stupid of him to hope for a future anyway..
  • forcing himself to believe this he isolates himself from everyone now, his remaining family, friends, work.. he had to be alone for everyone’s sake
  • he deserved this constant tugging lump in his throat that wouldn’t go away

° V

  • honestly speaking even if he suspected you of cheating he wouldn’t do anything
  • but when countless people confirmed that you were definitely cheating he’d get over his fears and confront you although he didn’t want to
  • when he was met with silence as your response all he could do was let out a small sigh and a feeble smile before getting up and could only respond with.. “okay”
  • it was clear to him that you didn’t love him anymore but he loved you still.. with every ounce of his being
  • but he just wanted you to be happy.. so he broke up with you right then and there because “if you’re happy with him, please continue to do so.. but I will always love you and I will always wait.”
  • it crushed his soul to say that as he walked away - but sometimes if you love someone you have to let them go [17 agen lol]
  • he needs some time off - so he goes to where he is most at peace
  • an open field where he could try mend his heart
  • but it felt as if world had fallen on his shoulders, feeling cracks of his heart as if it was glass, and they were trying to pry their way out
  • he didn’t even feel resentment.. just an engulfment of sorrow
  • taking out old photo books he quietly sat there flicking through the memories you created together tears dripping onto them
  • “how long was she upset for, I wish I could apologise?”
  • he was silently reflecting to himself but at the same time he couldn’t help but let a smile play on his lips remembering all the happy memories you spent together
  • you were so beautiful
  • he knew while flicking through though that if you needed him, even for a second he’d be there.. he’d give his all for you
  • he missed your presence, his other half, the one who understood him and never judged him for his mistakes
  • but he would feel guilty keeping you in a relationship that you didn’t ant to be in.. that was his main priority.. your happiness
  • so he vowed would stay by your side as a loyal friend no matter how much it hurt him to see you love another person
  • even though a constant nagging pain deep down inside his body would make feel utterly drained.. he would be there for you
  • every day forward he would pick himself up and show everyone he was okay and if ANYONE tried to be rude to you
  • you bet your ass he’d stick up for you.. even more than your current lover
  • but at the RFA party one day, when your new lover proposes to you -  he lets the tears fall from his eyes freely as he finally bursts from his seams
  • you’re not in his grasp anymore.. you’ve completely left him

(i haven’t proof read this I apologise its tired i’m late)

Chance and Choice (Part 10 - END!)

Summary: Reader has just about given up on love. A gag trip to a psychic reveals the supposed name of her soulmate. Will she ever find him?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 802

Warnings: language, FLUFF, unrealistic romance

A/N: This is an AU drabble series I’m trying out. It’s my second thing ever posted. PS - au Venice Bucky could get it.

Thanks for reading.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

Originally posted by dailysebastiangifs

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Don’t Give Up

Because I can’t sleep. I’m gonna regret this in the morning, but so worth it LOL. Enjoy!

PS this is NOT my sad story, don’t worry. We had enough sadness for one night.


“I understand what you’re trying to do, Gabby, but I’m fine. It’s been a few weeks, I’m over it.” She lied, but enough was enough already. Whenever she was working, no one left her alone. They wanted to make sure that she was okay. The only time she got a moments peace at work was when they were on a call, and it wasn’t even peaceful.

And forget about when she had off. Gabby would call her as soon as she woke up, sometimes even waking her up in the process. And then for the rest of the day, she would spend time with Sylvie. She loved Gabby, she did, but she needed time to herself.

“You know, when me and Matt broke up for a little there, you helped me out a lot.” She reminded Sylvie.

“I was trying to set you up with someone else.” It wasn’t one of Sylvie’s prouder moments. She was new to Chicago, and she was happy that she had a friend in Gabby. Although she was dating Cruz, she felt alone, so she felt like doing that for Gabby would gain a friend.

“Yes.” Gabby said, remembering that clearly. “But after I told you that I needed a friend, you became that friend, and honestly you never stopped.”

“You are more than welcome to stop by my apartment, but I just feel like staying in tonight.” Because Gabby was married to the most supportive man, he was sharing Gabby with Sylvie. But, they were still newlyweds, she didn’t mind being alone at times. “Spend time with your husband, he probably misses you.”

“You’ll call me if you need me, right?” Gabby asked as she headed over to her car.

“Of course.” Sylvie promised. “Right now, I just want to go home and take a long hot bath and sleep.” She smiled at her plans.

“Okay. Call me later.” She said as she opened her car door. She looked behind her as Matt ran up to Gabby apologizing. “Sorry, Chief needed the paper work before we headed home.” He looked over at Sylvie. “Are you coming over later?” He questioned.

“No.” She shook her head, smiling at him. “Tonight, you can keep your wife to yourself.”

“She’s ditching us.” Gabby said, jokingly.

Sylvie laughed as she unlocked her car door. “I’ll see you guys later.” She said as she placed her paramedic bag in the passenger seat as she stepped inside her car.


“What are you doing?!” Gabby hissed at her brother.

“What are you talking about, sis? I’m just boxing.” He said, defensively. Ever since his break up with Sylvie, all he’s been doing is working and boxing. He wanted to spend time with the kids, but ever since Laura snapped about Sylvie having Diego, she was being a bitch. His life all around sucked at the moment and boxing helped him.

“Exactly. You’re just boxing. You aren’t fighting for Sylvie.” Gabby took a deep breath as she looked at her brother. “Listen, I understand you have to thread lightly with Laura because of the kids, however, you were happy with Sylvie.”

Antonio shook his head. “Gabby, no. We both wanted this, we’re fine.” He reassured her. “So please, let it go.”

Gabby nodded her head. “You’re grown, so I can’t talk you out of doing anything you’d regret.”

“Wait a minute—weren’t you the one who told Sylvie that it was too soon for us anyway?” He questioned. “And if I’m mistaken, you weren’t happy with our relationship from the start.”

“I never had a problem with your relationship with Sylvie. But seeing my friend and brother flirt? It was uncomfortable. And then seeing your hands all over each other, it was turning my stomach. But I’ve seen how happy you were, and that made me happy.”

“Just let it go, we’re both adults.” Antonio was done discussing this. And Gabby realized that, so she just shut her mouth and went on to a different topic.


For the the first time since the break up, she was alone. Sure, Gabby said to call her when she needed her, but she needed to deal with the pain on her own. She wanted so badly to hate Antonio for causing her pain, but at the same time how could she hurt a man she was in love with?

She sighed, they hadn’t said the words yet, and she wasn’t even sure if he felt it. But she sure did. Who couldn’t fall in love with Antonio? She couldn’t help but blame this all on her. He apologized for the way Laura treated her, and instead of accepting it, she yelled at him? No wonder why he ran away from her. The last thing he needed was more stressed placed on him.

As she was watching a romantic movie and sighing, while eating ice cream she heard a knocked on her door. As much as she wanted it to be Antonio, she knew it wouldn’t be. It was pretty clear that he felt like they needed a break.

Sylvie wiped the tears from her eyes and she stood up, placing the ice cream on the table in front of her. She walked over to her door and answered it, seeing Kelly standing there.

She was surprised to see him. Sure, she considered him to be family, but they also weren’t close outside of work.

“Hey.” He said, giving her a smile. “Just checking in.”

“Hi.” She said as she opened her door wider, letting him in. “That’s sweet of you, but I’m fine.” She reassured him but then she looked at him suspiciously. “Did Gabby send you?” She questioned.

He looked at her confused but then he shook his head. “What? No. I felt like I was being insensitive when you and Antonio broke up. So, this is my peace offering.” He said as he reached in his pocket and took out a candy bar.

Sylvie laughed. It was the first real laugh in weeks. “What? Do you just carry candy bars in your pocket?” She questioned, clearly amused.

“No. But I wasn’t sure if you would let me in, and if I came walking in with a candy bar in my hands, I wouldn’t have had a chance to apologize.” He said, jokingly. “So, here. It’s Fresh, I promise.”

Sylvie smiled and she took the candy bar from him. “Thank you.” She said, sincerely.

“So, how are you really doing?” He asked.

“Breaks up are hard, but I’ll be fine.” She replied as she walked over to the couch and sat down.

He walked over to her and noticed the ice cream on the table. “At least you’re dealing with the effects of the break up.”

“Yeah.” She said, sadly. “I just wish someone would have knocked me upside the side, thinking I could make a relationship work with a single father that has a crazy ex-wife.”

“My question is–why did you let her get to you?” He questioned. “You do realize this is what she wanted?”

“What was I supposed to do? Let her talk to me any way she wanted?”

“No, of course not. But it wasn’t about you. She just wanted to make Antonio mad.” He took a deep breath. “But this also isn’t my place to say anything. I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Thank you for that.” Sylvie said with a smile.

“Can I just give you one piece of advice?” He questioned. When she nodded her head, he continued. “I had plenty of failed relationships, and most of them could have gotten fixed if we both weren’t so stubborn. All I’m saying is, don’t let his ex-wife or his problems in that area be the reason why you’re sitting in your apartment eating ice cream. We all live a life that can be taken away from us tomorrow, do you want this to be your last night, moping and crying over something that can be fixed?”

Sylvie sat in silence, taking in his words. After a few minutes, she opened her mouth. “But he wanted the break up.”

“Did he really? Or did he want to save you the headache?” He questioned as he stood up. “Look at me, I was finally ready to accept love in my life, and I lost it. Don’t lose it.”

“You really have grown up, Kelly.” Sylvie said with a smile. “Thank you for this.”

Kelly nodded his head. “Anytime. We’re family, you already know that.”

As soon as Kelly left, she closed the door behind him and she walked off to her room, getting dressed. She wasn’t sure where Antonio would be tonight, and maybe this was a stupid plan, but she missed Antonio. What sense was it to be hurting for no reason?

Although it was freezing in Chicago, she still managed to put on a dress. She wanted to look her absolute best so that it would be hard for Antonio to turn her down. She placed curls in her hair as she headed in her living room. She slipped on her coat and picked up her purse as she headed towards her door. As she opened the door, she almost bumped straight into Antonio.

“Oh—” She said as she stopped in her tracks and looked up at him. “What are you doing here?” She questioned.

“I–uh–” His voice trailed off as he noticed her outfit. “Hot date?” He asked, trying to hide the fact that even thinking about it made him jealous.

“Uh, no.” Then she thought about using Gabby, sorry Gab, she thought to herself. “Girls night out.” She lied, hoping he wouldn’t catch her in a lie.

But he seemed to buy it because his facial expression relaxed. “Do you have a minute?” He questioned.

This could be bad or good news, but seeing as how she was on her way to see him, she had nowhere to go now. She nodded her head and stepped back into her apartment.

Sylvie slipped off her coat and placed her purse on the table.

“You do look amazing to go out for girls night out.” He said, and Sylvie could see his eyes darkening. No, they had to fix this, if they could.

“Antonio.” She warned, trying to get him back on topic. She was happy that he came to her first, right now she had the control, she had the power.

Antonio forgot for a minute on why he was here, but looking in her eyes, he could see the pain. It mirrored his own. If he didn’t have his job and boxing, he would sure enough go insane. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“What?” Sylvie said. She heard him, but he came all the way to her apartment to say sorry? Didn’t they already go through this?

“I’m sorry.” He said, this time louder. “I shouldn’t have said any of those things I said. I’m just not good at keeping my temper in check.” He took a deep breath. “I also should have warned you about Laura coming to the firehouse. I know this isn’t what you wanted, with Laura and the kids.”

“No, I’m sorry. You can’t control what Laura does or says. I just think in my own way, I overreacted. Usually I’m not that kind of woman, but I also was never involved with a situation like this. I think we could have all handled that better.”

“We could have.” He agreed. “It was just a stupid fight, wasn’t it?” He questioned as he stepped closer to her.

“It was but–” She watched as his facial expression turned to sadness when she said but. “You really hurt me. I can take fights, I can take arguments, but you giving up on us entirely isn’t something I can handle again.”

“You gave up on me too. You let me walked away.” He pointed out.

“I wasn’t going to beg someone to be with me if they aren’t ready.”

He sighed at her words. “I am ready.” He said as he walked closer to her. “You just have to understand this is new for me too. You’re the first woman I introduced my kids to. You’re the first woman that I even considered taking this chance with. And–” He took a deep breath, getting enough courage to say the last words. “And you’re the first woman–” He began as he closed to distance between them and grabbed her hands. “That I fell in love with.”

If he wasn’t holding onto her hands, she would have lost her balance. Hearing his words, she felt like she couldn’t breathe, that the wind got knocked out of her. This only happened to her when he broke up with her. But this time it was different, it was better.

After a few seconds of silence, Sylvie couldn’t let that break her down. Even though it was her plan to see Antonio, now that he was here, she couldn’t forget the pain he caused her. “No.” She said, taking her hands away from his. “You can’t do this.” She said, frustrated. “You hurt me. I understand I wasn’t innocent in this, but seeing you walk away from me, it killed me.”

“It killed me too.” Antonio admitted. “I was hurting too, Sylvie. All I was doing the entire time we were broken up was working and boxing. When all I wanted to do was come over here and fix things with you.”

Sylvie could see the pain in his eyes, and she felt guilty because she wasn’t even thinking of his feelings.

“Then fix it.”

“Will you allow me to fix it? I promise for the rest of my life, I will be fixing this mistake. I don’t want us to break up after every little fight we have.”

“We won’t.” She promised. “The first fights are always the hardest.”

“So, are we good?” He questioned.

Sylvie nodded her head as she leaned in and kissed him. Since it has been a few weeks of their break up, it was no surprise that the kissed deepened in no time, both needing to feel each others lips again.

Antonio was the one who pulled away from the kiss and Sylvie sighed. She looked at him confused when he looked down at her dress. “Aren’t you supposed to meet my sister?” He questioned.

“Oh, yeah. About that, I lied.” She said with a smile, forgetting that he thought earlier she had a date.

He pulled away from her abruptly. “So, then where were you headed?” He questioned, his face hardening.

“I rather not say.” She said as she bit down on her lip.

“Sylvie.” He said in a warning tone.

“Antonio, I’m not one of your criminals, you’re trying to interrogate.”

“Sylvie.” He repeated in the same tone.

“I was actually going to your–um apartment.” Sylvie said, embarrassed.

“This is why we belong together!” He said, his face breaking out in a smile.

“Now you think we do.” She said, jokingly.

Antonio stepped closer to her, shaking his head. “I always knew we did. Maybe not when we first met, but that ride on the ambulance, I definitely did.”

Sylvie smiled as she gripped his jacket, pulling him closer to her. “Uh huh.” She said as she inched her face closer to his. “Oh, and I love you too.”

“Do you now?” He questioned as he closed the distance between them, crashing his lips against hers.

Their relationship wasn’t perfect and it never would be, but at least this time they were willing to fight for each other.

Anonymous (Pt. I)

Tyler Joseph Series

Summary: Tyler Joseph, an insanely talented lead singer and multi-instrumentalist of the world famous band ‘Twenty One Pilots‘. Little do they know, that the young gentleman is also the secret admirer of an angelic voice, without knowing whom it belongs to.

(A/N): Let me know if you want another part, I‘d also love receive some feedback. Enjoy x PS (Y/H/C) means (Your/Hair/Colour) and ‘Birdy‘, the nickname, has no relations with the artist x

Words: 1,259

“Hey there, this is my cover of ‘Can‘t Help Falling In Love‘, a song by Elvis Presley and it goes something like this…“

Tyler instantly turns up the volume of the audio as the pure and heavenly voice, that he adores so deeply, begins to vocalise the melodies of the song. The voice, that he has been listening to non-stop for the past months and yet doesn‘t know who it belongs to. But that‘s not him to blame, every week, an anonymous user on Tumblr would post an audio of herself singing a song either followed my an instrument such as bass, piano, guitar, his personal favourite ukulele & etc. or just plain vocals, without any additional information. No name, no pictures whatsoever. Sometimes she‘d even cover one of his songs, which would make him deliriously happy for an entire week, giddy even. That‘s actually how he came across her talent for the first time. Someone on Twitter sent him a link of her cover of ‘Holding Onto You‘ and he completely fell in love with it during first seconds. 

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Birthday Surprise

Summary: In which a day you’re dreading becomes a day you’ll never forget.

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader

Word Count: 2,652

A/N: Happy happy birthday, @sebseyesandbuckysthighs! I adore you with all my heart and I hope you have the amazing day you deserve! This one’s for you, my fellow X-Files lover :) (And shoutout to the lovely ladies at the Avengers Trash Tower™️ for letting me include them in this)

@avengerstories - Thank you, as always for being such an amazing editor and friend.

Originally posted by rottentomatoes

On regular days, waking up in the morning is a slow process. You’ll start by rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and do some stretches while lying down. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you’ll fall right back asleep. Other times, you’ll just stay wrapped up in your blankets and bask in the serene silence of your soundproofed room.

Today isn’t one of those regular days. It could’ve been if Tony hadn’t opened his big mouth in front of the team a few days ago and informed everyone of your upcoming birthday. You genuinely thought that Wanda was going to faint when he made the announcement that made you want to wring his neck.

You love the team, you really do, and you understand how important birthdays are to them. For you however, the same can’t be said. You never understood the need to make such a big deal out of that single day of the year. Surely there were more important things to celebrate.

Your attempts to douse the flames of their excitement after that were futile. Wanda and Nat were already making plans for a party. Clint was quick to jump in with decoration ideas, while Tony was offering up his credit card to pay for everything. Steve was thinking about what kind of cake you might like and he recruited Bruce and Bucky to help him.

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anonymous asked:

All the characters reacting to mc getting a miscarriage 😨 Ps. I really love how you portray the characters ❤️❤️

Author’s note: I broke my own heart. I played myself. You can call me Satan for this.


  • the doctor told you both to take a seat, and deep down, you just knew
  • Yoosung held your shaking hands in his sweaty ones like they always do when he gets nervous
  • And then he said it
  • “….Miscarriage…”
  • You think Yoosung was the first to cry
  • But you weren’t sure
  • All you knew is you felt numb
  • Yoosung tried to talk to you
  • To lie to you and tell you it was okay
  • and he did that when you left the doctors office
  • and throughout the week
  • he just kept trying to talk to you
  • But you couldn’t face him
  • You couldn’t look into those teary eyes
  • You couldn’t look at the dark circle, caused by a nightmare that became a reality
  • You couldn’t look at his skinny frame that had come from his lost will to eat
  • You couldn’t do it
  • Not as the woman who did this to him
  • Not as the woman who took away his baby


  • You two were actually sitting on the couch when the worst day of your life came to be
  • It was a commercial break when you stood up and noticed the blood
  • “Zen…  I’m bleeding.”
  • “What? From where?”
  • But your eyes said it all
  • He grabbed your coat and ushered you to the car
  • And sped all the way tot the hospital
  • “We need a doctor, please!”
  • But that’s not what Zen really meant
  • What he really needed was a miracle
  • But those things only happen in the movies he acts in
  • The doctor was quick to tell you, and even quicker to induce labor
  • The drive home was the worst
  • Zen tried to stifle his sobs
  • But he couldn’t help the tears rolling down his cheek
  • And you couldn’t stop shaking
  • And when you both got home
  • You stared at the blood stain on your shared couch
  • And you stared at it
  • And you stared
  • Until you fell to the floor and sobbed
  • The next day, Zen threw out the entire couch
  • Pillows and blankets in all
  • And you burned the clothes that you wore just yesterday
  • every night you fell asleep to mixed sounds of Zen’s cries and yours
  • And you had prepared to be awoken by crying in the night
  • You just expected it to come from your son, not your husband 


  • “I’m sorry ma’am, but you’ve had a miscarriage.”
  • You looked at Jaehee and she started to laugh
  • “That’s not a very funny joke, doctor.”
  • “I assure you, Mrs. Kang, it’s no joke. Your wife had a miscarriage.”
  • She stopped laughing and stared at the doctor
  • Her hands started to shake so you reached for them
  • “Jaeh-“
  • She pulled away
  • “NO! We did everything right! I did everything right! This has to be a mistake.”
  • The doctor looked between the two of you
  • “I’ll give you some time.”
  • “Or how about you give us an explanation?” Jaehee yelled as the doctor walked out of the door
  • She turned around, sat down, and closed her eyes
  • you felt tears streaming down your face
  • you hung your head low and curled yourself up into a ball
  • you couldn’t hold in the sobs
  • Jaehee looked up and her face softened
  • “Oh, MC… I can’t even imagine how this is for you…”
  • She stood up and walked over to you
  • You buried your  head further in your knees
  • “Hey… look at me.”
  • Jaehee tilted your chin up
  • “You don’t deserve this. You are too beautiful, and too kind for this to happen to you. I want you to know, I’ll be your rock in this journey. I’ll be strong for the both of us.”
  • She wiped away your tears
  • “Oh. And I love you. This doesn’t change that.”
  • You were so thankful to have someone like her


  • You had been crying all day
  • You knew how excited Jumin was to have a baby
  • And when you figured out it was going to be a little girl, he gave the biggest smile you had very seen
  • So when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach
  • You went to he doctor so quick you didn’t even have time to tell Jumin
  • And now here you are
  • Crying on the living room floor
  • Wondering how the hell you were going to tell Jumin
  • “MC?”
  • Shit
  • “What’s wrong?”
  • Shit
  • “I-I need you to sit down…”
  • “Let me help you off the floor first.”
  • He grabbed your hand and pulled you on the couch
  • When he sat next to you, you inched away from him
  • He frowned
  • “MC-“
  • “It’s the baby. I had a miscarriage.”
  • “What?”
  • You stood up and ran to the bedroom before you could see his face
  • You quickly locked the door behind you, knowing Jumin had got up only a half second after you did to chase you
  • “Open the door, MC.”
  • His voice was shaky, but you remained silent
  • P-Please open the door… I need to see you”
  • You covered your mouth to hold back a sob
  • Then you heard him lean against the door and slide down it
  • “MC please open the door, please.”
  • It was then that you heard a sound you had never even thought about hearing before
  • You heard Jumin Han sob
  • You couldn’t take it anymore
  • You opened the door
  • He fell slightly backwards before hoping up
  • “Jumin I’m-“
  • He hugged you so tight you almost fell over
  • “I’m sorry I killed-“
  • “You didn’t MC. It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault”
  • He walked you two over to the bed and sat down              
  • You continued to apologize in between cries and Jumin just denied them every time, rocking you back and forth
  • The next week was hard
  • Jumin had to take off from work to make sure you were eating and sleeping
  • And when you slept, he would go out to his car and cry
  • He didn’t want to make you feel guiltier than you already did
  • But he didn’t know how to deal with this
  • He had always had everything given to him on a silver spoon


  • when you went to the doctor to get a sonogram, Seven was so excited
  • you two planned to keep the sex a secret
  • but then he saw the doctors face fall
  • “Excuse me, are you the father?”
  • “Yes.”
  • “Can we talk outside?”
  • Seven turned to you and smiled
  • “Sure.”
  • When the doctor told him , he felt sick
  • Correction, he was sick
  • He threw up into the nearest trashcan
  • he sobbed so hard he was starting to get a headache
  • It took him 20 minutes to calm down
  • He looked back into the room and saw you lying on the bed, not knowing what was to come
  • How the hell was he supposed to tell you?
  • He walked in and sat next to you
  • “Have you been crying?”
  • “…”
  • Seven, have you been crying?”
  • “…our daughter is dead.”
  • “…”
  • You looked at him, tears filling your eyes
  • “It was a girl?”
  • “A beautiful, baby girl.”
  • And that’s what broke you
  • He climbed on to your bed and held you as you cried
  • And soon, your sobs synced up with his
  • and even though you two held each other
  • you both felt completely alone
Are You Jealous?//Jasper Jordan

Prompt: You and Bellamy are great friends and make the perfect hunting pair. So perfect that you two always go together, which really upsets your boyfriend Jasper, who begins to question himself because you two are complete opposites. Little does he know that in your case, opposites perfectly attract.


You woke up to warmth. Your boyfriend, Jasper, had his arms firmly around your waist and a smile on his face. “Morning, (Y/N).” he said in his perfectly raspy voice. 

“Morning, Jasper.” You sat up to begin getting ready for the hunting trip you had today. “Babe, don’t leave. Let’s just stay in bed all day.” he suggested, his eyes not leaving your figure as you got dressed. 

“I wish I could, but I have a hunt to go on.” You began grabbing your knives. You put your hair up and began gathering other supplies. 

“Who are you going with today? Bellamy again?” he asked.

You nodded and began tying the laces on your boots when someone opened your tent. You saw Bellamy’s face pop in and he gave you a warning on time.   “(Y/N), let’s get going. Murphy won’t stop whining." 

"And neither will you.” you quickly added playfully. “See you soon, Jasper.” You blew him a kiss goodbye. “Be careful.” he said right after he caught your ‘kiss’.

You and Bellamy got the rest of the boys and started for the forrest. After a bit of walking and peeking through trees, you had spotted a group of deer. 

You had never seen so many of them in one place and you started to get excited. “They could last us a couple of days.” you almost silently whispered to Bellamy, pointing out the deer to the whole group. 

On Murphy’s mark, you all fired your arrows and rifles. When the rest of the herd cleared, you began gathering the deer onto a tarp to haul back to camp. “Wow, (Y/N), you’ve got a good eye.” Harper commented and the rest of the group began to praise you for spotting the

When you got back to camp, everyone helped to get the food going on the fire. While everyone was eating, Bellamy began telling some stories of you on
your trips. You two were laughing and joking and in the corner of your eye, you saw Jasper get up and go back to the tent. You excused yourself from the rest
of the group and went to the tent to see if he was okay.

You went inside and saw him pacing back in forth. He always did this when he was holding something back. “Jasper, what’s wrong? I know something is
bothering you.” He stopped pacing and sat down. You joined him on the bed and you looked up at him but he looked away. “Jasper what is it?” you asked again. Your brain began to panic.

“Did I do something? Is he mad at me?” you thought.

“It’s Bellamy.” “What? What about Bellamy?” You were so confused. “You and him. You guys are like perfect for each other and I’m the one who is always in
the way.” “Jasper, are you-are you jealous? Of Bellamy?” “I guess. I don’t know. Just seeing you two together. You always hunt together, you laugh together and I can’t compete with that. With him.”

“Whoa, Jasp, Bellamy is my friend. And only my friend. We get along great because I’ve known him all my life. You and I? We are perfect for each other. I like that
we like some different things and I love you the way you are. I love you and only you. You don’t have to be jealous of anyone.”

“You-you love me?”

“I love you Jasper Jordan.”

“I love you too. And I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be jealous I just-” You cut him off with a kiss.

“You are all I need. Now shut up and kiss me.”


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Preference "How they react to you being with someone else other than them"

(Lol Poor our fave for being friend zoned XD and hope it is as requested and you all like it :D PS. I tried my best to make them all different :3 Gifs not mine/found them on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Dwight, he’d be overwhelmed with anger towards you and at himself for not being able to convince you to marry him. He’d do anything he can to make you his and try his best to show you a different side of him all while making Dwight’s life harder for the both of you. “I don’t get what you see in Dwightty boy, Y/N…I provide for you…I can give you anything…I fucking love you for fuck sake…More than he’ll ever love you…”

Daryl- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Rick, he’d try to let go of his feelings for you and do anything to keep his mind off of you. He’d lie to your face about how he was happy for you and him and just tell you to to live your life happily. “I’m really happy for you Y/N…I really am…You guys deserve the best…I’m serious don’t worry, it’s nice to see you smiling more…”

Rick- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Shane, he’d convince himself you were putting on a show for everyone and try to prove his point to be true. He’d keep a close eye on you and him together and do anything he could to make you his. “Y/N, just tell me…I know he’s not what he seems…he’s hurting you isn’t he? Please just tell me…Y/N can’t you understand that he doesn’t deserve you…”

Merle- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Daryl, he’d be happy to see his little brother with someone that makes him smile but he’d feel left out by you. He’d hold onto his feelings for you and do anything to make you happy. “I’m really happy to see you and him all happy…I swear! He needs it…more than me…and i’m glad you’re the one making him feel that way…Anyways what can I get you?”

Glenn- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Merle, he’d be overwhelmed with jealousy and try to figure ways to break you two apart. He’d genuinely believed Merle didn’t deserve you. “Y/N…I know you believe you’re happy with him…but Merle isn’t the right one for you…He’s nothing like you…You’re way too perfect to be with him…He doesn’t deserve to be with you…”

Carl- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Ron, he’d feel uneasy about you two being together and try to convince you that he wasn’t the right one for you. He’d then try to tell you about his feelings for you and prove himself better. “Y/N…I’ll be honest with you…I don’t think you and Ron should be together…There’s something off with him and I feel like it’s not going to end well if anything were to happen…”

The Governor- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Milton, he’d genuinely not understand your feelings for him and try to come up with ways to make you his. He’d always separate you two during the day and make it seem natural. “Y/N, you’re coming with me on today’s run…Milton doesn’t need your help…besides he enjoys working on his own, you staying around is only going to distract him…so come…”

Abraham- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Eugene, he’d be in disbelief and deny you felt that way for him. He’d try to find ways to get you to admit to him that you weren’t truly happy and make you his. “So you’re telling me that Eugene here makes you happy…Y/N as much as I want to believe you…I just can’t…You guys are too different…How do you even get along? If anything you’re more like me…”

Eugene- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Abraham, he’d put up a front and act as casual as he could about it. He wouldn’t want to disappoint you and would let you live your happiness. However, he’d have to talk about it with someone. “I still like Y/N…I know I shouldn’t but…I can’t…But don’t tell her! Please! She doesn’t need to know…She seems so happy with him…I’ve never seen her like that before…and it’s nice to see her like that…”

Ron- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Carl, he’d slowly grow to hate him even more. The more he saw you two, the more he wanted to break you two apart and try to win you over. “Y/N, I think you should break it off with Carl…I don’t trust him around you…You’ve seen what his dad did to mine…Imagine what he could do to you…Please just break it off…I love you…”

Jesus- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Daryl, he’d want to hold onto his feelings for you and would just want to visit Alexandria even more just to see your smile. “Hi, Y/N! Yes i’m here again! Don’t worry i’m not doing it on purpose…It’s my people that sending me over…You seem happier today…Did Daryl do anything special for you…”

Dwight- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Negan, he’d try let go of his feelings for you and start to distance himself from you to avoid getting hurt. Although he had thoughts of taking you away, he’d believe he couldn’t convince you. “Y/N, let it go…I was joking about taking you away…Anyways we shouldn’t be talking to each other so much anymore…If Negan finds out he’ll get mad at you…”

Morgan- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Rick, he’d be glad that you found someone ad thankful that someone else was able to make you feel that way. He’d still keep his eyes on you and prepare himself to step up when you need someone. “I’m happy for you Y/N…It’s good to know Rick treats you right…and that his kids love you as well…I’m fine…”

Shane- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Rick, he’d want to be the one to make you feel that way and make you understand how much you mean to him. He’d kiss you out of surprise and admit everything. “I like you Y/N! I always have! And you should’ve known! I can’t stand looking at you and him together like that!”

Milton- When he sees you happy in your relationship with The Governor, he wouldn’t want to believe you felt that way. He’d easily get irritated around you whenever you would talk about your relationship and would end up admitting his feelings. “Y/N just stop…i’m tired of hearing you talk about him…he has other women and you know it…he might love you but not as much as I do…”

Aaron- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Glenn, he’d feel happy as well and would try to let go of his feelings for you. He’d always smile reminding you how glad he was for you and do his best to keep it together. “It’s great to see you so happy, Y/N! You and him deserve one another…I hope you two can build a family soon…”

Gabriel- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Rick, he’d be happy for you and convince himself as well as anyone who noticed him having feelings for you that it was for the better that he never told you anything. “It’s good to see Y/N so happy with him…It wouldn’t have been right for me and her to be together…I’m a priest…I shouldn’t feel that way for a woman…”

The Wolf- When he sees you happy in your relationship with Morgan, he wouldn’t even care for it and just want to take you away with him. He’d believe he’d be able to make you happier and just kidnap you out in the open. “Don’t stand in my way Morgan…I’ll hurt her if you come any closer…I’m taking her with me…and i’ll make her happy…you hear that i’ll make you happy…”

Noah-When he sees you happy in your relationship with Glenn, he’d be glad to see you that way but still wouldn’t be able to hide the fact that he was feeling down. “No…there’s nothing wrong Y/N…I’m fine…This has nothing to do with you being with him…It’s great that you two are happy…So that’s not the problem..”

Simon-When he sees you happy in your relationship with Negan, he’d pretend to be completely okay with it. He’d sarcastically admit his feelings as a joke just to make you laugh and be able to be someone else who can make you happy. “Oh come on Y/N you know i’m joking when I tell you i’m in love with you! Whatever you have with Negan, that’s kinda gross to me…the whole kissing here and there, hand holding, Not my thing…”

Ezekiel-When he sees you happy in your relationship with Morgan, he’d be stunned and try to figure out what makes him special to you, in hopes to be able to better himself. He’d act as his usual polite self but would question you about you two as much as he could. “So you and Morgan…How long has it been? Does he really make you happy? I see…But be honest with me…Have you ever imagined your life differently…for instance your life with someone else…”

Benjamin-When he sees you happy in your relationship with Ezekiel, he’d convince himself you and him were never meant to be and would try to forget his feelings for you. “I did have feelings for you, Y/N…But you seem happier this way and I don’t want to change that…Besides it’s for the best you stay together…”

Michonne- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Andrea, she’d let you two be together as much as you want but in the back of her mind, she’d still wait for you. She’d believe she could make you happier and that one day you’ll eventually realize it. “It’s good to see you happy,Y/N…I hope it lasts between you two…It’d be a shame to see you all broken…But at least I’ll still be here for you…”

Maggie- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Beth, she’d be happy for the both of you but subconsciously she’d still have feelings for you. Unintentionally, she’d end up flirting with you and would seem as if she was trying to break you two apart. “Y/N! You look great today! The sun is shining as well…Maybe we should go on today’s run, just you and me…”

Andrea- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Michonne, she’d act as if she was happy for the both of you but you could always tell there was something wrong. “I’m fine Y/N…No it has nothing to do with the two of you being together…why would it be…it’s not all about you…”

Jessie- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Maggie, she’d understand your feelings and stop herself from thinking about you. She’d stop trying to get closer to you and act as if she never had any feelings for you. “Oh…Y/N…Hi…I just came to get this nothing else…I’m sorry I don’t have time to stay here…I’m going back bye…”

Beth- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Maggie, she’d pretend to be happy but the more she’d see you she wouldn’t be able to handle it. She’d then tell you about her feelings and let everyone know. “Stop it Y/N! I never was happy for you alright…I lied to make you happy…I liked you too…you think seeing you two together it’s easy for me…”

Sasha- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Rosita, she’d feel at ease and be able to slowly let go of her feelings for you. She’d stay by your side and remind you that no matter what she was still your friend. “It’s great to know you’re happy, Y/N…You deserve it…and besides if anything happens you just have to tell me! I’ll be right here for you…”

Rosita- When she sees you happy in your relationship with Sasha, she’d feel left out and start to wonder what she could’ve done to make you hers. She’d try to forget her feelings for you and maintain your friendship to the minimum. “Hey, Y/N…I don’t think you should go on today’s run…I mean it’s for you…But I just feel like you should stay in…”

Enid-When she sees you happy in your relationship with Carl, she’d act even more closed off than before. Her demeanor would convince you that she hated you and you just had to confront her about it, making her admit her feelings. “No I don’t hate you, Y/N…It’s the opposite…I like you…and seeing you with Carl throws me off that’s all…”

Tara-When she sees you happy in your relationship with Michonne, she’d be glad for you and move on from her feelings for you. She’d admit to you her feelings but in the end congratulate you. “Yeah…I did like you Y/N…But it’s cool to see you happy together like that…I’m fine…I’ll just have to wait for someone make me feel that way too…”

Carol-When she sees you happy in your relationship with Andrea, she’d be glad for you and would try her best to keep you two together. “Y/N…Shouldn’t you be with Andrea? What are you doing here…Go help her with the run…Just go…”

Love at First Arrest

“Hands behind your back, John,” Nick says, “You know the drill.”

Hancock grins at the cop even as he sways on his feet. “I wanna … get to know–to–t’know your drill.”

Nick gives a loud, world-weary sigh. As incredibly grateful as he is that everyone on the force knows to call him to come take care of John, he gets so much shit for it. Why does he have to be so stupid in love with this idiot?

“And your heart too,” Hancock adds, sobering up a bit. “Like, I wanna see your dick–I bet it’s so pretty, and you pro’ly spank real good … mmhm … uh, but your smile too!”

Nick tries to fight against a blush and sound stern. “John.”

“And your eyes.” Hancock takes an unsteady step closer to poke Nick in the chest. “Ya got pretty eyes. An’a–and a blush. Are your nipples that pink?”

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In trouble (Scott Mccall Imagines)

Request: is there anyway i could get a cute scott imagine where youre a winchester and your dating scott only your brothers dont know so when they find out they flip their shit??? (ps i love you… i mean your blog… no i dont)

 A/n: aww thank you! I love you too x

 Sometimes it’s great to keep a secret from your brothers. Afterall they don’t need to know everything that’s going on in my life. They can get way overprotective and when they do, everyone ends up running away or dead.

 That’s why i can’t tell my brothers anything. If Sam and Dean Winchester finds out their little sister is dating someone, they’re going to make the guy run away.  Dean and Sam are the most sweetest brother ever but when it comes to boys, they’re literally like the devil.

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anonymous asked:

Ok for the Elain being badly shy at first and Ect. Maybe expand (I found it very cute) (and ps I LOVE you nsfw headcanons)

*insert maniacal, crazy and sleep deprived laugh*

I GOT CARRIED AWAY AGAIN SORRY ANON so you get a collection of first times with this two cinnamon rolls, too good for this world, too pure and they can be pure how much they want it will not stop me from making them sin

A Sorta Fairytale

“What’s the name of this flower?” she asks, turning to him. He looks at the red and white petals for a moment before answering, “Whiteryver.”

They are taking a stroll in the gardens of the Spring  Court, now that the war is finally over they decided that is time to properly know each other.

They are always drawn to each other anyway.

Every time he sees her, Lucien is torn between doing what his gut tells him to do and what he knows it’s right. But her smile is still hesitant and he would never risk doing something stupid and-

He knows she was about to marry a man, perhaps even loved him, and Lucien knows enough about how it feels when the person you love is forcefully taken from you and he would never make it worst, especially not to her.

So they talk, and the words flow so easily between them that he is happy for the fact that she considers him a friend enough to tell him about her past, about the guilt she feels for not helping Feyre, about the loneliness in that Cottage, about Nesta’s ever present rage.

They talk about the man she wanted to marry and how she thought that was love, but now she’s not so sure.

They talk about Hybern and he takes her hand, stroking gently.

The topic shift, and he debates on telling her about his lover, but her sincerity and how she confided in him- he should do the same.

He tells her, his voice steady and cold speaking of it like it’s just a fact, something that happened and will never be changed and that’s how it is.

Like it wasn’t the worst thing that has ever happened to him.

She grips his hand, her hold strong as he lowers his head, the shame and guilt and sadness like a rope around his neck that no matter how many centuries pass, will never go away, never loosen.

Elain moves and for a terrible moment he thinks she will go away, living him there and never look back and this time Lucien knows he won’t-

But she hugs him, hugs him so tight to her, her hands around his torso and her little hand grasping his shirt.

There’s nothing he can do to stop the sob coming out of his throat and she hugs even harder and he can’t remember the last he cried, the last he let himself be vulnerable and to feel, the last he didn’t have to hide behind a smirk.

“It wasn’t your fault”, her voice his muffled on his chest and the words hit him.

This is the first time someone tells him that.

He hugs her back, trying to accept what she’s saying, trying to not object.

“I bet she wants you to be happy.”, she whispers, and Lucien is beyond words and tears are still streaming down his eyes but they’re different from the tears he always cried for her, for what they did to her, his lover with the only fault of loving him, of not being the High Fae his family wanted her to be.

Elain moves but doesn’t leave him and he can’t help but smile when she hooks her pinkie with his.

As Lucien see the faint red staining her cheeks and looks at Elain, Elain, he sees the person that she is, this beautiful, kind and lovely woman and he knows that regardless of the mating bond, he’s falling in love with her.

He watches the sun playing on her hair and he thinks-He can let his lover go.

She will always have a place in his heart but maybe he can learn to remember her as the person she was instead of only recalling those fatal last moments.

He will build her a tombstone and him and Elain will bring her the most beautiful flowers and Lucien will learn to celebrate her life, the love they shared and he will learn to live and love again.

Lucien takes a step toward Elain and it feels like healing.


They are in Velaris, at the big celebration held for the rebuilding of the city after the war.

He got to know Rhysand and his Inner Circle, surprised by how kind they are to him since he came fully expecting the worst.

All of them are in the Rainbow and he can hear the laughter and chattering of the people around him and he can see Feyre and Rhysand walking hand in hand.

He’s happy to see how radiant Feyre is, even if the thought of her as High Lady still makes him want to laugh at how life is unpredictable.

“Would-would you like to come to a shop with me?” Elain asks him, stuttering a bit.

He nods, a little dumbstrucked by the fact that she is asking him. She could take him anywhere she wants and he wouldn’t complain, wouldn’t think of it.

So they start to depart from the others and Lucien notices the sharp movement of Nesta’s head, his blood runs cold when she looks like she’s about to open her mouth but, luckily for him, Cassian appears out of nowhere and scoops his mate in his arms, laughing at Nesta’s surprised scream.

The man turns to Lucien, giving him a  smirk and a nod in Elain’s direction before he says something in Nesta’s ear, opens his wings and shoots himself and his mate in the sky.

Lucien thanks the Mother for Cassian’s general existence.

Lucien and Elain walk as she guides them to the shop, hand in hand and he’s amazed on how natural it feels, like they’ve been doing this for centuries.

So this is the Night Court, he thinks, and it couldn’t be more different from what he imagined, from what he knew.

Elain is making small talk with the shop keeper, a petite black haired woman and he loves how Elain smiles, how the words are an excited rush and so sincere, there’s no trace of the malice and hidden intent he got so used to when he was an emissary.

He realizes he’s been staring when Elain tugs on his hand to bring him in the conversation.

The shop keeper smiles at him,  as if the source of his distraction-how he could spend every damn day of his eternity watching Elain do, well, everything- is written in capital letters on his face.

They say their goodbyes to the woman and start to lazily walk across town when Elain shouts “A falling star!”

It’s not one star, they’re more than Lucien can count and they don’t exactly look like stars to him.

“I don’t really think they’re normal stars, Elain.”

He loves to say her name.


He never heard of making a wish when you see a fallen star and he knows it must be some human tradition but he-

He doesn’t see why wish on something when you can make it happen.

So he kisses her.

For a moment they both stand there but a soft gasp escapes her mouth and he doesn’t know what to do, he’s three hundred years old and he’s mind is blank.

She is the one moving, she tugs on his shirt, a tiny nearly imperceptible  movement, but it’s enough.

He slowly brushes his tongue on her bottom lip and he nearly dies when her tongue meets his.

It’s a slow, gentle kiss and Lucien feels like melting.

When they part she hides her burning face in his chest and he kisses her forehead. He can feels her smile blooming on his skin.

She starts to walk in front of him, holding his hand, always holding his hand, and Lucien has the time to marvel on her radiant smile before her lips meet his again. It was no more than a quick peck on his lips but it leaves him with his eyes wide and an incredulous smile.

Elain’s cheeks are red and a little joyous giggle escapes her lips, to him it sounds like happiness.


“Elain? Can I come in?” Lucien asks, gently knocking on her door.

He hears the sound of sheets and quick footsteps before she opens the door.

Her hair are a mess and she has the lines of the pillow on her face and there’s a big smile on her face and Lucien’s heart sings at the sight of her.

“I bring food.”, he announces grinning.

“Thank you.” She answers, going on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. She takes him by his elbow and brings him to her bed when she sits, patting a spot near her and he sits there.

He knows there’s no malice in this but being here, on her bed where her scent is so strong.

He can do this.

Lucien smiles at Elain and watches as she eats, taking small bites of the food.

She opens her mouth, as if to offer him food, but then retreats. He smiles at her again, understanding.  If she wants more time, that’s what he’ll give her.

“What are your plans for today?” he asks, and she thinks about it for a while before answering “We could go to the Theatre, they have a very beautiful play this week.”, she places the half empty tray on the nightstand.

Not I.

Not You and I.


Lucien closes his eyes for a moment, trying to leash the happiness that threatens to get out of him. He search her hands and brings it to his lips, kissing her knuckles, his heart skipping a bit at her sharp intake of breath.

His eyes snap open, scared he crossed a line and almost certain of it when her hand moves, her thumb gently stroking the scar tissue under his eye.

“That bitch.”, she mutters and he is stunned  by the hate in her voice, the angry gleam in her eyes. It’s something that he rarely sees coming from her and always surprises him.

He is overwhelmed by the need of having her lips on his. He grips her hips, molding in the kiss and holding her a little closer and the bed moves under them.

They are so close he can feel her curves on his body the proximity of her makes him shiver.

She grips him and they both fall, their heads landing on the pillows like they slept together and are now waking up.

They laugh, their faces so close he could count her eyelashes if he wanted. They both move in the same moment and their lips meet half way, his hand in her hair.

Her hand grips his hip and the contact isn’t muffled by the fabric of his shirt, that is now rumpled up to his ribs, it’s skin on skin and he feels her touch in skin, his flesh, his bone.

He bites back a moan.

She withdraws her hand, blushing furiously.

“I’m-I’m sorry Lucien, I didn’t mean to-”

He grips her hand and places it under his shirt, in the middle of his chest. She spreads her fingers, like she wants to touch all that she can.

Lucien rises and takes off his shirt and her hand stays.

He caresses one of her cheeks with his knuckles and looks her in the eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything if you don’t feel ready or don’t want to. But don’t apologies if you want to touch me, you can touch me where you please. I’m yours.”, he says and he means it.

She looks at him, a stunned look on her beautiful place. Then, her face hardens, like she just took an irrevocable decision and her arm moving above his head toward her nightstand.

There’s a cookie in her hand.

“I-I know it’s not much, but I can’t cook.”

His heart stops.


“And-and it’s fine if you don’t want it or if you want more time. I respect it. But I-I’ve tried to imagine myself without you and I can’t and more-more than that, I don’t want to.”, she says in a rush, her eyes cosed as if she doesn’t want to see his reaction, her small fingers clasped around the cookie.

“Elain.”, he calls her name again, trying to speak around the lump in his throat.

“Elain, look at me.”, his voice low and gentle. She slowly opens her eyes and he dives to kiss her and then rests his forehead on hers.

“Are you sure?”, he asks. Lucien doesn’t her to have regrets, to choose him only out of the spur of a moment, to-

“Lucien, eat the damned cookie.”

And he laughs, which is strange because he is crying but it’s a new set of tears, joyful ones.

He takes the cookie from her hand with reverent grace and eats it so fast he almost chokes on it.

He feels their bond settle, he feels it as it becomes stronger, unbreakable, eternal.

Her smile is radiant and there are tears of happiness in her eyes and he hugs her and she hugs him back just as fiercely and they pass the day in her bed, cuddling and kissing, the smell of cinnamon and flowers in the air.


The problem, Elain muses, is not Lucien.

It’s her.

She remembers how easy it was with the boy she was supposed to marry, wanted to marry, it was simple with him and she liked him well enough to think it was love.

She could breath in his presence, think coherently and her blushing was contained to a reasonable amount, and she sure didn’t want to touch him everywhere or kiss him until her lungs cry for air.

Elain has experience, even if it surely pales compared to Lucien’s but that isn’t the problem. The problem is how she feels around him, all this feelings that are so strong .

The need to protect him that she feels-and she hopes she never finds herself in a room alone with Tamlin because nothing will stop her from slapping him across the face, hard-, how she wants to love his pain away, how she wants him.

Sometimes she surprises herself, her thoughts so improper she wonders what he would think of her if he knew. She can still feel the warmth of his skin under the palm of her hand.

There’s a flash of red and she knows it’s him, Since she accepted the bond everything that has to do with him is amplified and Elain loves it.

He smiles at her and takes her in his arms, making her swirl a bit and she’s more happy than she’s ever been.

“Hello”, he says, his hand cupping her jaw and kissing her.

Elain tries to understand when exactly she fell in love with him. With every part of him, his scars, his sorrow, his courage and selflessness.

All of it.

“Hello yourself,” she says and she knows she is beaming, but she can’t help it. He makes her happy and she wants him to know it.

He needs to know he’s loved, she needs him to know that she’ll be there, whatever happens she’ll be there, even if he had to pass through all the courts in Prythian, she’d love him, even if he had more scars, she’d love him.

She wants him to know how bad she feels when he has a nightmare and she wants to go to him but doesn’t, scared she’ll step a line.

She wants to be the person he goes to, she wants to be the person he rolls to in bed at night when he can’t sleep.

“Do-do you want to go to the gardens?” she asks. He offers her is arm “I’d  love to.”

They talk, and he makes her laugh again and again with his sarcastic comments and jokes. When they reach a clearing they sit on the ground and Elain is basically perched on his lap.

“Lucien, I-” she starts. Elain takes a deep breath and his brows knit together, a concerned look on his face.

“Is something wrong?” he angles his head, looking in her eyes, “Elain?”

She takes another deep breath.

She can do this.

She wants to do it.

She gently takes his face in her hands and stroking her thumb along his jaw and look in his mismatched eyes.

I love you.”, she says and her voice is sure and steady and she smiles.

“Lucien, I love you.”

His lower lip is trembling and his russet eye is watering

“Elain, Mother, Elain.”

He puts his hands on hers and lowers his face.

How can you-I don’t-You can’t seriously want-” he’s rambling and the sadness in his voice, the hate he still feels for himself are things she will not stand for.

She grips his face a little harder and makes him look at her.

“No. You don’t get to tell me that I shouldn’t love you or all the reasons why you think you don’t deserve it, because I love you and you deserve to be loved and so much more, Lucien.

You can say what you want, can use all the wicked words you know but it won’t change what I feel, so accept it.”

She breaths and he looks like he is about to break, which is the last thing Elain wants.

Elain doesn’t close her eyes like she desperately wants to, she doesn’t recoil, doesn’t move an inch.

Lucien moves, taking her in his arms and he is shaking and she uses all the strength she has to pull him to her, to keep him together.

“Elain, Elain, Elain,” he’s chanting her name, “I love you too, how couldn’t I, you’re perfect-”

They kiss and kiss, a stream of love words coming out of both their mouths.

When he lowers her down on the grass, the clearing is full of flowers.


They started sleeping together a week ago, after while talking, mostly cuddling, they both fell asleep in her room.

The next night they went to sleep in their respective rooms but Elain couldn’t sleep and she knew why.

She went in the corridors in the dead of the night to go to his room only to find him in the corridor, on his way to hers.

When Elain wakes up she is blessed with the sight of a sleeping Lucien. His hair got free from the braid in which he keeps it at night, his pillow a sea of red. He would seem like a painting, Elain thinks, if his hair weren’t a complete mess.

She smiles, delighted by the peaceful look he has in his moment and how is body is relaxed, her eyes trail lower, to the strong column of his throat, to his muscled chest and to his toned abdomen, visible under his thin shirt.

She goes to his face in time to see a smile form.

“Good morning, love.”, his voice is low and ruff from sleep and first thing he does is kiss her, a sweet and gentle morning kiss.

Elain wants to know exactly how sweet Lucien is.

She kisses him back, then kisses his chin, his throat, and down, and down.

“Elain.” , his voice is strained and her name sounds like a question.

Elain knows she is blushing furiously, but doesn’t relent.

She only stops at the hem at the hem of his pants and looks up at him because she wants to be sure he wants it too but Lucien’s breathing is ragged when he says “I’ve already told you once, love. If you’re waiting for my permission than yes, you have it, Elain, please.”

She must admit that she loves to hear him ramble more than she should.

Elain slowly lowers his pants and he lifts his hips to help her and she can see how hard he is, straining the fabric of his underwear.

She kisses his shaft and he hisses and Elain, feeling a little bit bold, licks the full length of him above his underwear and he arches his back and he’s hands are grasping the pillow so hard his knuckles are white, his mouth, his full red lips are open in a gasp and he’s so beautiful Elain is taken aback for a moment.

She goes up to him for a kiss, her hair falling on his chest, but the kiss is short lived and she’s going down on him again and she wills her hands to stop shaking as she pulls down his underwear.

Lucien is looking at her with anticipation and wonder and when she licks him from root to tip he nearly falls off the bed.

“Oh Mother” he says, his voice breathless and she takes him in her mouth, sucking gently on the tip of his cock and he moans openly and wantonly and the sound makes her whimper around him.

She sees how his muscle s flex, how he buries his head in the pillow when he arches his back and he’s so breathtakingly beautiful.

Elain wraps her hand around his cock and pumps, up and down and he writhes as she bites softly on his hip.

“Elain, love, I’m going to come, I’m-”, she puts her mouth on him again before he can finish the sentence. His orgasm hits the roof of her mouth.

He really is sweet.

She goes to him and Lucien takes her in his arms and kisses her, his naked skin on the fabric of her nightgown.

“You nearly killed me there, love.” He says, kissing her temple.

“Did I?” she asks, her face a mask of smug innocence.

“Oh, you certainly did. You surprised me. Let’s see how well I can return the favor, shall we?”

He does it and he does it more than well.

He does it and does it and does it.


This is the third dress she tries.

The third dress to get thrown on their bed while she sighs, unsatisfied.

She tries another one, a lacy dress in a deep shade of green that is tight enough without being too revealing.

“This is my favorite.” Lucien is standing with is back on the threshold, there’s a smile on his face and a gleam in his eyes.

“You like it? I’m not very fond of it.”

He goes behind her, his hands on her stomach, pushing her into him.

“I’ll like everything as long as you’re in it.” He says, and kisses her neck.

Elain watches their reflection in the mirror, the red staining her cheeks, his mouth moving on her neck.

“But I sure would like to see this dress on the ground.”, a whisper in her ear.

She feels as he goes hard and she turns to him, to kiss him properly and she doesn’t even know how it happened but suddenly they’re on the bed and her dress is the first to go, followed by his tunic and the meeting they should attend becomes utterly trivial.

There’s no need for words, no need for asking what they both already know, no need to ask about something that grew and grew from the day Elain’s life ended and begun until it reached this moment.

Elain nods at Lucien and that’s all they both need.

She feels every inch of him as he enters her slowly and it feels like eternity, it feels like a promise.

She gasps and moans and whimpers as his thrusts hit exactly where she needs it and she feels her orgasm raising and he takes her hand in his guiding them on his heart and the only sound in the room is the one of their bodies meeting.

Hey kiss more fiercely as his thrust become erratic and she hooks her free hand around his neck and he presses his lips to hers and he moans, deep in throat as he comes inside her but doesn’t stop and after three more sharp movements of his hips Elain comes, a soft sound escaping her lips, his name.


He rolls to the side, his arms enveloping her as much as she does it to him with her own arms.

Elain is smiling so hard her cheeks hurt but she sees the same expression on his face.

She feels their bond, a living, breathing thing between them and Elain strokes it gently, lovingly and feels Lucien shiver.

anonymous asked:

Hello ^^ I was wondering if taeyong would prefer younger or older girls in your opinion? And also could I get a scenario of you and taeyong dating and it's like really angsty thank you ^^ any characters included and story background is fine ^^

This is an older request but I hope you’re still with us! So sorry for the long wait ;; To answer your question, I really feel like Taeyong could go either way (younger or older). Taeyong strikes me as a person who would fall for someone who he feels a “spark” with rather than looking for someone who fits his standards/type. I don’t think age really matters to him, although at his current age, I don’t think he’d date someone in high school but probably someone who is around his own age (1-3 years age gap? whether it be older/younger!) but yeah I don’t know, I don’t really get the feeling that he prefers older/younger girls for some reason! Anyhow, without further ado, here’s the angsty scenario! Hope it’s angsty enough, haha. 


Listen: x

You sat on the couch in a pair of jeans and a cropped black sweater. You ran your fingers through your long flowy black hair, full of frustration before returning to your position with your arms crossed.

Your favourite red lip tint that you put on earlier had faded within the two hours you waited for Taeyong. 

You hadn’t seen him in weeks due to his busy schedule. Only yesterday, you received a short text from him saying he would have time to see you tomorrow night.

Whenever the two of you met up, it would be at your flat. When the two of you dated while he was a trainee, dating in public would be minimal. Since his debut, the two of you had never had even one date outside of your home.

You rubbed your tired eyes, no longer caring if you smudged the makeup you were wearing. Truthfully, you weren’t even sure why you even wore makeup anymore. It’s not like the two of you would be going out.

As the clock struck twelve, you decided that you had enough.

You stood up from the couch and walked towards your bedroom when you heard the jingling of keys and the familiar sound of the door unlocking.

Taeyong entered your flat wearing a black cap with a matching black zip-up hoodie and jeans, a long puffy down jacket draped over his shoulders.

You were overwhelmed with feelings as he dropped his backpack off to the side and took off his cap, greeting you with a quick nod.

“Sorry I’m late. It was difficult getting here without getting caught.”

The way his voice sounded so nonchalant further incited your anger. 

You hadn’t known how long it had been since you felt this way, but it no longer seemed like you and Taeyong were an item.

In fact, you felt as if he had to force himself to make time for you every couple weeks.

“Then you have something to celebrate about. Since it’s going to be your last time coming here.”

You turned to Taeyong and held your hand out.


He stayed silent but you could tell with his steely cold eyes that he was mad.

“You’re throwing a fit ‘cause I’m late?”

You crossed your arms.

“Every time we meet up, you’re either late or you don’t show up. You might as well not come over.”

You tried to walk to your room, but after you took a few steps you felt his arm reach out to grasp yours.


You turned around to look at him, his sharp gaze still intact.

“Do you know how many times we’ve gone out since you debuted?”

He stayed silent.

“None. Not even once.”

You laughed sarcastically.

“I don’t think I’ve even been out ten times with you in the two years we’ve been together. Can we really call this dating?”

Although you didn’t want to seem weak, your voice cracked at your last sentence. You felt Taeyong’s grip loosen as his gaze softened.

He let go of your arm as he brought his hand down to hold your own.

“Let’s go.”

You looked up at him.

“Let’s go out.”

He smiled at you faintly before cracking into a smile, breaking into a small run towards the entrance.

You didn’t even have time to grab a coat as you fervently slipped on your shoes and Taeyong grabbed his cap from the floor.

Instead of taking the elevator the two of you took the stairs, sharing a smile every now and then as you excitedly breathed in the frigid winter air as soon as the door opened.

Although the two of you were just running down the empty streets late at night hand-in-hand, it was an exhilarating experience for you.

Taeyong had always been a meticulous person. Every decision he made, he thought over first. For him to go out with you so spontaneously, without making previous plans made you feel important, as if he placed your feelings over his situation.

The two of you finally slowed down as you came across the cafe you used to frequent when the two of you first started dating. It was one that you had fond memories of, being one of the only cafes in the neighbourhood to open late.

You took a seat while Taeyong went up to the counter to order.

Staring at his backside brought back many memories. Even from under his cap, you could tell he was contemplating which drink to get for himself, whether it be his favourite yogurt smoothie or strawberry milkshake. For you, it would always be iced chocolate frappé.

You frowned slightly when he walked over with an americano for himself and your regular iced chocolate frappé, as he took a seat in front of you.

“You drink americano now?”

He nodded, holding the hot drink in his hand. 

“I got used to it, helps keep me up.”

You nodded, taking a sip of your drink.

There were few words exchanged but you felt happy to be out with him. You were thankful that there weren’t many people in the cafe and the two of you could relax.

As you told him about what was going on in your life recently, he chuckled and leaned over to wipe your under-eye area lightly with his thumb.

You lifted your phone up to glance at your reflection, totally forgetting about the smudged makeup from earlier.

You stood up, excusing yourself from the table.

“I’ll be right back.”

Taeyong nodded as he looked out the window, taking another sip of his americano.

After making an effort to clean up your under-eye area, you combed through your hair with your fingers and smiled at your reflection before leaving the restroom.

As you walked back over to the table, you noticed a girl standing near Taeyong.

She was shorter than you and had dyed hair up in a ponytail, wearing a matching cap.

Although she was turned away from you, you noticed she was one of Taeyong’s seniors at the company. 

To avoid making it awkward for Taeyong, you decided to walk over to the magazine stand nearby before returning to your seat.

“I didn’t know you would be out late at this time, weren’t you promoting last week?” The girl spoke in a friendly voice as Taeyong chuckled quietly. 

“Yeah, we have this week off although I’ll still be at practice. How about you?”

She raised up the drink she had in hand.

“Just grabbing some caffeine before heading back to train.”

You heard her soft laughter. 

“Unlike a certain someone, we don’t have time to fall in love.”

Your ears suddenly perked up. Was she referring to you and Taeyong?

You heard him clear his throat.

“Yeah I know what you mean.”

You heard her bring her voice down a level.

“Hmm? Wasn’t that girl earlier your girlfriend? The two of you looked pretty cute together.”

You heard him laugh in response and your heart skipped a beat, anticipating his answer.

“That was my cousin. I’m not dating anyone at the moment.”

You felt your jaw tightening out of anger. You felt as if the last two years with Taeyong had been a lie.

How did he truly feel about you all this time?

Even if he might have started out having feelings for you, how long has it been since those feelings were no longer present?

You heard the girl apologize for the misunderstanding as she bid goodbye to him.

You took a deep breath, walking over to the table.

Taeyong was taking a sip of his americano as you hastily took your phone from the table and turned to leave.

He immediately sensed that something was wrong and he stood up.

“_________, where you going?“ 

He spoke in an abrupt tone but in a low voice.

You had wanted to leave without saying a word, but your temper won over as you turned to him.

"You know what? I never knew you were such a good liar until today.”

You swung open the door of the cafe to leave as you heard him mutter profanities under his breath.

“__________, wait.”

As you walked down the road, you could hear his breath hitch as he ran to catch up to you.

You knew that he spoke tacitly to avoid attracting any attention.

Even now, his image was still his priority.

Although you heard him call out your name a couple times, you didn’t respond.

It seemed he had enough when he shouted your name once in a loud voice.

You stopped in your tracks briefly when you felt him latch on to your wrist and the two of you stepped into a quiet alley.

You turned to look at him, trying to perfect your look of pure hatred to mask your pain, as you found yourself staring into his intense gaze.

“Just listen. It’s not what -”

“How is it not what I think?” You cut him off abruptly.

“I heard you say it on my own. That I was your cousin and you weren’t dating anyone.”

“__________, you know how it is…”

You shoved him away as he lost hold of your wrist.

“Do you think I’m an idiot? Aren’t you saying that just so you could date others? And then eventually you’ll stop meeting with me and pretend I never existed.”

You glared at him and tried to walk away, but he slammed his hands against the wall so that you wouldn’t leave.


You started to get teary when you saw his glossy eyes.

A small part of you felt guilty for accusing Taeyong, but your pride held you back from apologizing.

“You know I’m a straightforward person. If I didn’t love you I wouldn’t date you for two years and take the risk of meeting you.”

“But I can’t keep living a lie forever Taeyong…”

A tear fell down your face as Taeyong held you in his arms.

“It won’t be too long. Please don’t give up on us… I can’t lose you.”

You wanted to hug him back, but you knew that if you did you would never be able to let go.

“Do you promise?”

Taeyong continued to hold you but didn’t speak just as you expected.

You chuckled bitterly.

“I know you won’t make promises you can’t keep.”

You pushed him back lightly, only enough to get out of his hold.

You looked up briefly at Taeyong to see tears running down his face.

Now that you realized it, this was the first time you had seen him cry.

Although you had many fights in the past, he had never shed a tear.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered under his breath and held onto your arm gently.

“Can I at least walk you home?”

You patted him on the arm, knowing that you could easily give in if he stayed next to you any longer.

“I’ll be fine.”

You turned away from him.


You looked up at the dark night sky to keep your tears from falling.

You heard him unzip his jacket, and he proceeded to place it on you slowly.

“At least take this.”

You felt yourself choke up to the point that if you were to speak a word, you would have broken down right in front of him.

Without turning back you walked away from him, bursting into a brisk run as soon as you were out of the alley.

You had reached the last intersection as the traffic light turned red, forcing you to stop.

As Taeyong’s scent from his jacket reached you, you felt your legs grow weak as you let yourself fall to the floor, letting go all you held in.

You bawled loudly as you veiled your face with your hands.

Everything was over just like you wanted… but why did it hurt so much to know that Lee Taeyong was now nothing but a stranger to you?

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It was almost 9 o’clock in the morning and you were twirling around your kitchen, loudly listening to music as you stirred the chicken soup you were making.

It was your day off from work and you were going to visit your grandpa – he lived in a nursing home about thirty minutes away from you. Your job had been so hectic lately that you hadn’t had the chance to see him as much as you would have liked to; but that was about to change today.

Your grandpa raised you from when you were a little baby – your parents weren’t around when you were younger and your grandpa stepped in for them when they abandoned you.

He had a plump belly, big round glasses, and thinning white hair. His eyes were a sharp blue that always seemed to gleam with orneriness; he was the greatest man you had ever known. But one of your favorite things about him was how much he liked your boyfriend, Spencer. Sometimes Spencer would give off weird vibes to people by the way he talked and acted, but your Pops embraced every aspect of his quirkiness. He saw how happy Spencer made you, and wholeheartedly welcomed him into your little family.

In the midst of singing your favorite verse to the song you were blasting, your phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, you grinned. “Hey Pops, I was just getting ready to –” you stopped mid-sentence when you heard a voice that was not your grandfather’s voice.

“Miss Y/L/N? Your number was on file for the emergency contact for your grandfather…” she trailed off.

You began to panic. “Is everything okay? I’m coming to see him around noon”

“Ma’am… I’m very sorry to inform you, but… your grandfather passed away last night… we just found him this morning. He passed away in his sleep…” the woman said with a sad voice. She apologized some more then told you to come down to the nursing home and they would help you with arrangements.

“Is there anyone else I should call, sweetheart?”

“Erm… no, ma’am, it was just me and my pops…” your voice broke. “I’ll be there as soon as I can” you said as tears started flowing down your cheeks.

You hung up the phone. You hadn’t even noticed how numb and dizzy you felt until you put your phone down. After shutting off the stove you were cooking on, you slowly walked over to your couch to sit down to attempt to begin soaking in what she just told you.

You were in complete shock. You knew that he hadn’t been well – he had heart problems his whole life. You just talked to him on the phone the other day to make the plans you were supposed to do today. What was the last thing you had said to him? What was the last thing he said to you?

You sat on your couch with your head in your hands, your tears flowing quickly now. After a few minutes, you composed yourself enough to pick up your phone. You needed to call Spencer.

After three rings, he picked up. “Hey sweetie” he said in a cheery voice. “Have you left to see Pops yet?”

The little bit of composure you mustered up to make that call collapsed as you started weeping into the phone.

You could hear Spencer drop what he was doing on the other line. “Y/N? What’s going on?” his voice suddenly urgent. “Are you okay?”

After a deep breath, you began to tell him what happened. “I was making his favorite soup and then I got a call from the nursing home…” was all you could get out, but Spencer immediately understood.

“Oh honey… I’m so sorry…” he whispered then waited a moment. “I’ll be home as soon as I can, okay? I’ll be there soon” his soothing voice cooed.

“Spence, you’re in the middle of a case halfway across the country right now, you can’t just get up and leave…” you sniffled, grabbing a box of tissues.

You heard Spencer pull away from his voice then heard some muffled voices, one in which sounded like his boss. “They can finish this case without me; I just talked to Hotch. I’m going to catch the next plane out and be there in a few hours, okay?”

You nodded; you were glad Spencer was coming home. “I love you, Y/N” you heard through the phone.

“I love you too, Spence” you said, wrapping up the conversation. You took a deep breath, grabbed your coat and purse, then headed out the door to face something you had been fearing since you put your Pops in a nursing home.


It had been the longest day of your life - and that wasn’t an exaggeration. When you arrived at the nursing home and saw your Pops’ lifeless body, you lost it. You sat for almost an hour and looked at his motionless face, wishing that you could have had the opportunity to tell him goodbye.

A funeral home director came and picked up his body as you drove to their location to plan his funeral and figure out his will. They usually give the family a day or two before making plans, but you just wanted to get that part over with.

In the middle of your consultation, Spencer arrived – he immediately walked in and held you in a tight hug as you wept into his shoulder.

For the rest of the consultation you would catch him staring at you for long periods of time with a sad look in his eyes. He did not once let go of your hand from the minute he got there until you came home from your exhausting day.

You didn’t bother putting down your purse or taking off your coat as you plopped down onto the couch. You heard Spencer bustling around in the kitchen and a few minutes he emerged with a cup of tea. You took a sip and then set it on the table, nestling into his arms as he wrapped them around you.

He rested his head on top of yours as he rubbed your back in large, comforting circles. “It’s been a long day” you sighed. You felt like you could cry, but you had run out of tears.

“Yes it has…” Spencer replied. “You’ve been a real trooper, Y/N. I’m sorry I couldn’t have gotten here sooner and been with you”

For the first time since you got that call, you smiled. “I’m just glad you’re here now, Spence… I don’t know how I could have done it without you”

You sat in silence for a moment when a pleasant memory popped into your head and you let out a light chuckle.

Spencer positioned his head so he could see your face as you looked up at him. “What is it?” he asked as he brushed a stray piece of hair out of your face.

“I was just thinking about that time we went to that Yankees game last year… He had been bugging us for months about how we hadn’t went to one for almost 5 years. We were so apprehensive, but of course we gave in… then that foul ball came right at us and he caught it with his bare hands” you laughed louder now.

Spencer joined in with your laughter. “We were freaking out because we were pretty sure he had broken his hand, but that didn’t stop his excitement… he sure loved the Yankees”

Despite reminiscing about the pleasant memory, it still made your heart sad. Spencer noticed the look on your face, and pulled you into his arms again as he stroked your hair.

“It’s going to be hard, but you’re going to get through this, Y/N… we’re going to get through this. I’ll be with you every step of the way” he cooed softly in your ear.

He paused for a moment. “Losing someone is… never easy. But one day, you’ll remember him, and it won’t hurt. You’ll be happy”

His words stuck with you, comforting you every day for the rest of this hard time.


A/N: I wrote this about a week ago and contemplated posting it for a while; I’m not sure if it would be liked or not haha. My own grandfather passed away a little over a year ago and I was missing him a little extra lately, so I wrote this kind of as a therapeutic writing.
I hope this holds you over until I get my requests done – I have a little bit of time to work on those tonight so I hope to get those done soon.
(Ps that quote at the end is from “Risky Business” aka season 5 episode 13 – it’s said by J.J. That episode was reran the day after my grandpa died and it has really stuck with me so I thought I would include it :))

Imagine being from Alexandria and meeting Dwight only to later falling for one another (smut)

(So I hope i got this request right and it makes sense and you all like it :D I know this wasn’t supposed to have smut but I felt like adding it after everyone seemed to want some Dwight action XD PS. I tried my best for the smutty part :D Gif not mine/Found it on google/ Credit to the original owner.)

After a long day of scavenging for food cans and other missing necessities on your own, you walked your way back home through the woods.

However, feeling in the mood to take a walk, you decided to stray from the usual path and took a longer route.

It was warm and sunny enough for you to feel comfortable staying out for so long and even the few walkers didn’t stop you from enjoy the day.

As you walked, you decided to check your bag and count down the items you found, one more time. For some time you had noticed someone following and couldn’t help but be uncomfortable.

While you did, you suddenly heard some leaves rustle and made a quick move to turn to see what it was.

You saw a figure hide behind some of the trees and realized it was someone.

You pulled out your gun and in a stern voice said “Who are you?! Drop your weapon and show yourself slowly now…with your hands in the air…or i’ll shoot you…”

You saw some blonde hair stick out and slowly the man rising to stand up. He did just as you ask him and got out from behind the few trees.

He kept his gaze on you and seemed to inspect you from head to toe, not wanting to look away.

Still pointing your gun at him you asked, “Why were you following me?”

His eyes shot up to yours and a smirk curled to his lips.

“I just wanted give you back the few cans you had dropped…”

He looked behind towards the trees and slowly pointed over to the cans.

You walked over to them while keeping your eyes on him. You quickly grabbed and shoved them in your bag and said “Thank you…”

He nodded and continued “Also…I just felt like it…”

His voice suddenly made you nervous while his comment somehow made your heart skip a beat and you tightened your grip around your gun.

“Felt like it? Why? What do you want?!”

He chuckled hearing your voice suddenly getting weaker and shrugged his shoulders.

“I wanted to see more of you and what you were about…and now I know…you’re a pretty confident one…and little clumsy too but I like that…What’s your name?”

You didn’t know what took you but as you opened your mouth, you told him exactly what he wanted.

It made him smile even more and as he nodded, he presented himself to you.

“Y/N…That’s a nice name…I’m Dwight…or you can call me D…Whichever you like…”

He looked at you so much, you didn’t know what to say and felt yourself getting smaller. You nodded at him and embarrassed, you backed away, only to quickly run back home.

It surprised him and suddenly he raised his voice.

“Y/N! Why are you running away?! Don’t you want to get to know me?! I wanted to know more about you! See you next time then! Same place!”


As you got back home, you spent the evening and night thinking about him and couldn’t help but wonder more.

Not able to keep your mind off him, every moment since you’ve met, you decided to go back to where you first saw him.

To your surprise, he was there just as he had said and was always welcoming you with a smile.

Slowly, you started to have feelings for him and found yourself coming with any excuse to go out and meet him.

And so did he. He managed to get away from his camp on his own and made time to see you almost everyday.

He told you everything about him and you ended up doing the same. He revealed to you how he got his scar and how he lived his life up until now.


One day, as you both sat next to one another on the grass, laughing and remembering the first time you met, he suddenly turned to look over at you and whispered “Y/N…I like you a lot, you know…“

You got flustered and shyly smiled at him.

"Really? That’s good to know…because i’m starting to like you too…”

He smiled and staring at your features and slowly his eyes landed on your lips for a while.

He inched closer to you and you knew what was going to happen. You followed his lead and moved closer to him.

Your lips both touched and instantly he kissed you with a passion and grabbed you tightly to him.

You held onto his shoulders and didn’t hesitate to kiss him back. He slowly pushed you to lay on the ground, making sure not to hurt you.

As you laid down, he stayed on top of you and parted your legs to set himself comfortably.

He kissed you and slowly started to trail away from your lips to mark you on your neck.

He groped and fondled your body as much as he could and you couldn’t help but let out sighs and quiet moans to feel his hands, his lips and his tongue all over.

You enjoyed every instant of it and reached your hand down to undo his belt.

He chuckled feeling your hands slide down but suddenly came to a stop.

He heard familiar voices coming from behind and knew instantly who it was.

He looked to check behind and back at you and in an worried tone, said, “Y/N…I really want to do this with you…but my people are coming over to get me…and if they see us…they’ll…”

You kissed him, cutting his train of thought and went to hold his hand. You then immediately you got up, saying “I get it…then how about my place…”

He was speechless and ended up going along with you.

You both ran and hid in the woods, getting away from his people as much before actually getting to Alexandria.

Not wanting to cause a scene, you decided to climb on the walls to get in and you helped him over.


You made a quick move to your house and discretely managed to get in your room.

As you closed the door, you were both out of breath and you couldn’t help but chuckle at the situation.

The adrenaline had rushed into the both of you in that moment and you couldn’t wait to go on.

He looked back at you, smirking and got closer to you to grab your waist. He pulled you over and managed to get you on the bed.

He kissed you over and over again and straddled you to start removing his clothes. As you noticed him, you offered him help and removed his belt.

It made him chuckle and said, “I guess you’re the more desperate one here…”

You looked up at him in disbelief and decided to back away from him, to let him remove his clothes on his own.

In an alluring yet mocking tone, you whispered “Me, desperate? Please…If anything Dwight, this all started because of you…”

You ended up bumping into your pillows and started to remove your clothing, and waited to see what he’d do next.

He scoffed and got up to make a quick move of his pants before getting back on the bed.

He crawled over to you, in between your legs and gave you a quick taste of his tongue before backing away.

He chuckled seeing your surprised reaction and went to grab a hold of both of your thighs to part them even more.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You asked him, in a quiet tone.

Biting his lip, he smirked and whispered “Showing you how desperate I am for you…”

He pulled you a little closer towards his arousal and slowly grinded against you. He kept his gaze on you and felt amused seeing you trying to get your panties off.

You let out a whimper as he teased you and suddenly felt one of his hand over yours. He managed to remove your panties quickly and went back to grabbing you by your thighs and grinding against your entrance teasingly.

He loved feeling your wetness and looking at you desperately clinging onto the sheets to control yourself.

“Dwight…please…just…just fuck me…”

He let out a throaty chuckle and said “Oh, so you admit you want me just as badly…”

Seeing him smile, you collected yourself and decided to make him understand your intentions. You grabbed his cock to slowly tease and rub him.

He gasp and as you went on, he was surprised by how you touched him perfectly the way he liked and nearly forgot about what else to do.

He closed his eyes to feel your hand rubbing him and himself grinding against your entrance more.

After a few instants, you just had to whisper to him in your alluring voice and said, “Yeah…I want you badly, Dwight…I want you now…please…”

He opened his eyes to look into yours and nodded, smirking to you.

Suddenly, you felt him remove your hand from his cock and thrust into you.

You yelped loudly in surprise but your cry was met by his two fingers. He shoved them into your mouth and whispered 
"Y/N…You don’t want your friends to hear us, right? So let’s make sure to keep you quiet…“

He groaned feeling himself inside of you but still taunted you by hiking up your thighs over his shoulders and moving increasingly more wildly.

You felt him even deeper inside and couldn’t help but stifle your moans by sucking even harder onto his fingers.

He chuckled seeing you struggle and got closer to your ear and managed to whisper his dirty thoughts about you.

"You like me fucking you like this don’t you, Y/N…Yeah you do…You’re such slut for me, aren’t you…Fuck, you’re so tight…”

You didn’t deny any of his words and just let him ramble on about how good you felt.


After a few more rough thrust he felt your walls slowly tightening around him and as he pulled his fingers out, his words changed.

“Y/N…I love you…I love you alright…”

You nodded and wrapped your arms around his shoulders to hold him and reassure him that you felt the same.

“I-I love you too…”

As he listened to you, he managed to make you release your orgasm and found himself enjoying looking at you in such ecstasy.

As you did, he thrusted into you even more to get himself on the edge before actually pulling out and releasing on your stomach.

He was out of breath and was about to fall near you but reached over for the nearest piece of clothing to help you wipe off his cum.

He threw the cloth across the room and went to lay next to you, pulling over the blanket. He pulled you closely to cuddle and made you rest your head against his chest.

You held onto him and planting kisses here and there on his chest, you whispered “I really love you, Dwight…”

He chuckled and started to stroke your hair and said “And I love you…I’m glad we did this at your place…Hey, you wouldn’t mind me…Staying here with you from now on, right?

You looked up at him and smiled at him.

"No, I wouldn’t mind at all…It’d be ideal!”

He smiled back at you but as you fell asleep, his worries washed over and wondered if what he was doing and planned on doing with you was right.