sorry guys i have finals soon

Vanish in the Dark Pt 7

Pairings: None at the moment

Warnings: Language

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: Assassin’s Creed AU and Marvel AU crossover.  The Brotherhood has spent years hiding in the shadows keeping the Templars in line as the years pass on. When the Templars company Abstergo Industries strikes up a deal with Hydra, things have to change. The Brotherhood decides to step out of the shadows, reaching out for the help of the Avengers. What could go wrong?

A/N: I’m sorry this took so long to get put up, I had a lot happen all at once and finals weeks is next week so I’m getting ready for that. There’s not much going on in this part, kind of a filler. Things will pick up again! I promise! I hope you guys enjoy it.  ❤️

Once again, the gif is not mine, credit to the owner. 


Originally posted by joshholloway

Part Six | Part Eight (Coming Soon)

Y/N pushed off the wall she had been leaning against, a slow smile of satisfaction spreading across her face. The SUV had skidded around the corner, tires screeching as they came to a halt right in front of the alley way. She could already hear Steve and Sam bickering with Tony about how unnecessary that was. All four doors swung open, and the group of the famed Avengers shot out of the car. Y/N had to keep from giggling, they sure did look pissed.

Y/N smirked, turning back to the insignia on the wall, giggling under her breath as the group all but charged at her. She covered the symbol with her palm, the hidden blade extending into the slot aligned with her wrist. There was a soft click, a familiar sound that always brought a wider smile to her face. The wall clicked open, all it took was a gentle push and the hidden door swung open. Y/N glanced over at the group before she stepped inside to the dark room, slipping into the shadows she had spent so many years learning to be a part of.

There was a curse from Tony before they entered the building, having lost sight of the woman who had been tormenting the past few days. He hesitates before he stepped inside the darkness, his eyes struggling to adjust to the darkness of the room.

“Sir, I have no reading of any heat signatures in the area.”

Tony snorted. “Of course, you don’t.”

The rest of the team moved close behind, everyone looking around the dark empty room trying to find any sort of movement in the room. A noise ahead of them caused their attention to snap in the direction. Warily they stepped towards the sound where they found a dark corridor, a slim light coming from a door at the very end.

“This doesn’t scream horror movie.” Tony muttered under his breath. Sam snorted, nodding in agreement. The silence was deafening, each trying to catch any sound of any movement from the room. Natasha reached the door first, tossing a look over her shoulder to the others before she swung it open.

“Jesus. Can you people be any slower.” A familiar voice called from the end of the room. Hood still pulled over her head, the woman from the café leaned against a metal table, grinning widely at the group as they slowly made their way over to her. She giggled when the group tried to subtly take in the larger room around them, finding it rather unnerving that the room was bare of anything beside the table, and old metal chair. A single light hung above the table, illuminating the room in a dull light. It looked like an old warehouse, dusty and grime covering the walls and floor. Another giggle pulled their attention back to the woman.

“You can relax.” She paused, glancing down at her fingernails. “If I was planning on killing you, I would have already done it.” Her smile was wicked as she turned her face back up, her eyes glowing under the dark hood. The Avengers narrowed their eyes at her, each of their hand slowly making their ways to their weapons. The woman simply rolled her eyes, and pushed off the table with her hip.

“Please, that’s not necessary.”

“Why should we believe you?” Steve spoke, his brows furrowed. The woman shrugged and shifted in place.

“Maybe because you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth.”

Tony barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes at the woman.

“That’s rich.” He started, but the woman raised a hand to stop him.

“Please. You and I both know that we’re past this cat and mouse game.” The woman turned to the table, sliding a laptop closer to the edge. “I know that boundaries have been passed that will make it difficult for you to look beyond that, but know that we have no reason to harm you or your friends.”

The woman opened the laptop, tapping on the keyboard quickly. She turned away from the screen, hitting a button as she went. A holograph appeared, video feeds, word documents and pictures pulled up. Five images were pulled up before them, the same five faces they were searching for earlier smiling widely at them. Names in bold were below each one, a detail description listed as well. They stared at the information with wide eyes, moving from the woman leaning against the table back to the images on the screen. Wanda was the first to step up, hesitantly at first.

The woman stepped aside after she pulled out the chair, motioning of the other woman to step up and sit. Wanda watched the woman take a step back warily as she slipped onto the metal chair. She didn’t move at first, watching the woman who was smiling gently at Wanda. A moment passed before Wanda relaxed, her hand reaching up to the keyboard.

“We know all about you. It’s only fair you know of us as well.” The woman said, turning her head to the others as they slowly inched closer to the table. Wanda began to navigate through the pages, all eyes quickly turning to the screen and the hologram.

Wanda flipped through screens, pulling up videos, reading over file reports from previous missions. With each word they read, with each video they watch, each could feel their stomach’s drop. How had they managed to miss so much? How did they Templar order manage to slip right under their noses for so long? There were so many famous figure heads that were a part of the Templars, government officials, charities that were fronts for the organization. It was almost too much to handle at one.

“Wait, Buzz Aldrin was a Templar?” Steve asked in disbelief. The names that continued to pop up made his stomach turn. The woman-Y/N nodded, reaching over to pull up a folder. List of mission reports from both sides pulled up, detailed schematics of the shuttles used during the moonwalk spread out on the screen. She typed a few things on the keyboard, and recent information from the Mars rover pulled up to compare.

“Everything you think isn’t true, most likely is.” Y/N said quietly letting them take in everything.

“Weren’t you the one who said something along the lines of ‘Nothings true everything’s permitted?” Tony shot over his shoulder. Y/N laughed and nodded.

“But its true, isn’t it? You would have been none the wiser.” Y/N tone turned from the light giggle to a solemn tone. “Separate, Templars and Hydra have their own power and influence. Together, they can become unstoppable. That cannot be allowed to happen. The Templars wish to control the public, they want the world in their image. Hydra has similar wants, and it was only a matter of time before the two grouped together. The only difference is that the Templars have turned from brute force to political power, while Hydra still uses force to control their people.”

Bucky’s jaw clenched, he was more than aware of what Hydra could do. Y/N had stopped to watch the two soldiers, their eyes tired and worn. She knew they’ve been in this much longer than any of them. She had no doubt they never thought the troubles from their past would grow into what it was today and to be manipulated into something ever more terrifying than before.

“The files have already been entered into your databases, you can consider anything you wish. I only ask you respect that we do not wish to be known to the public.” This caused Tony to turn and glare at the woman, his nostrils flaring.

“And why the hell should we keep quiet? After the crap you pulled? The things you’re showing us?”

Y/N didn’t respond, simply clicked on another folder that pulled up the file they had seen before. Tony frowned, ready to argue this wasn’t a good reason, but stopped short when he saw these files were altered. Instead of simply the names and cause of deaths under the diseased images, there were lists of the actions that individual had done during their life time. Their eyes lingered the longest on the words in bold: Human Trafficking, War Crimes, Human Test Subjects. Natasha felt her stomach turn, Wanda turning pale at the lists of actions under each name.

“We work in the dark to serve the light. The things these people get away with is unacceptable. If we were to be slipped into the public knowledge, then everything we’ve done, all the horrors that we’ve manage to stop from continuing will be for nothing. We might live our lives by taking others, but we do not take them without cause.” Y/N turned to give Tony a hard stare. Tony’s eyes couldn’t seem to leave the screen, recognizing several of the faces. He had invited some of these men into his home, welcomed them into his home. He turned slowly to Y/N, hollow eyes staring back at her.

“How?” Was the only word Tony managed to muster. Y/N sighed, looking away.

“The Templars have a way of hiding their skeletons in the closet. They make a pretty front to cover up the bad. Or they just feed certain places money to keep them quiet. It doesn’t matter how, just that they do. Anything to give them power.”

Y/N looked over each member of the group, noticing how tired they all seemed. This was a lot to take at once, and so much bad that only added to their own problems. Their focus returned to the laptop and the horrors that was pulled in front of them, each inching forward while Y/N stepped further aside to let them close in. Wanda continued to flip through the content, and Y/N saw it as a chanced to slip away. The group didn’t notice as she turned, didn’t even see when she silently slipped through the familiar halls. She ran a hand along the walls, smiling softly at the memories of these halls. It wasn’t until they pulled up the buildings blue print that they noticed her disappearance.

“This use to be your den?” Bucky turned to the where Y/N once stood. He stood tall, frantically searching around the room. “Where the hell-?”

Tony threw his hands up in the air. “Why am I not surprised? F.R.I.D.A.Y.?”

“I’m sorry boss, I don’t know how they’ve managed this. I still have no readings on any heat signatures.”

Before Tony could say a smart remark, a message popped up on the screen.

‘Go home, get some sleep. We will contact you when the time is needed.’

Tony would have made a comment, would have gotten mad, but everything that’s happened the past few days was quickly catching up to him, and he felt his whole body turn heavy. Slowly closing the lid to the laptop, he motioned for the others to follow, feet dragging with each step. One more time, he was going to listen to what they said. They all needed a good night rest and then maybe even a hard drink.

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Imagine : Being Hope Mikaelson’s Twin and Kol blames the Family for constantly ignoring you (part 3)

I AM STILL CRYING ABOUT LOOSING THIS DAMN PART. SWEAR SOMEONE SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT THIS PART I WILL STOP WRITING THIS SERIES


Part 2 :  http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/154484517050/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol


Part 1 : http://nightgirl250.tumblr.com/post/153920428680/imagine-being-hope-mikaelsons-twin-and-kol?is_related_post=1



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Young!Reader x Uncle!Kol, Young!Reader x Father!Klaus, Young!Reader x Uncle!Elijah





I took a deep breath as the cold air pricked my skin. * why is it so fucking cold *. I pull my jacket closer to my body as the wind blows down the school hallway. “Hurry up Y/n,” my friends Jason and Kara say waiting for me at the gym door. We were heading to the gym since we have to go talk to our gym coach about the pacer test along with meet Hope. ^ Whoopee!^


“Slow down guys remember crouches,” I say tilting my head to the crutches in my hands. “Sorry Black Canary,” says Jason using my nicknames while scratching the back of his head as I finally catch up with them. “It’s fine to let’s just go before lunch ends I am hungry,” I said as we head into the gym when I remembered my plan. I still need to give Jason and Kara the goodbye letters. *Oh yeah soon I won’t see them for as long as they think we will. At least now I won’t be able to bother them anymore. Jason won’t have to wait for me at the end of the street so we could talk. And he could go out with Hope like he wanted to. Kara would have less competition when it comes to ballet tryouts. I am doing them a solid they don’t need to baby me anymore. No one will not even myself* I thought. *The voices will stop no more looking at the knife, in lust. Or wanting to kill someone, along with dreams of torture*. ^Yeah honey like we said your end is the end^. I felt like screaming as the Voice poisonous sound rings through me.


“Hey are you ok, ” asks Kara. “Yeah don’t worry about it I am just thinking about something,”.^More like hearing something, but don’t worry it will end soon just remember the goodbye^.

“Hey if you guys don’t see me for a while, remember that I love you guys ok, “I said not looking at them to see their faces.

“What do you mean are you going somewhere ?” Said Kara frantic, she was always caring for me but if you annoy her too long she will fight you in a heartbeat. “No nothing major just you know visiting some family for a while, ” I said as Jason goes to talk to out gym coach for us while we talk. ^family on the other side^

“But why all your family lives in New Orleans?”She asked. “No not all of them I have am Aunt who lives in Maryland,”I lie.^Ooohh lying you your best friend when you know it’s your last time to see her how pityful^

“How long is a while? Wait are you sure cause Hop–”


“Look it doesn’t matter what Hope says or doesn’t I am nor Hope nor will I ever be.  I am just going away for some time and to answer your how long question. I am not sure but I will come back ok?” I lie. *Thou I hate lying to them it is necessary for their own good. She doesn’t need to know, I am just a burden her parents don’t even like me as they prefer Hope. Once again Hope wins The Voices in my head win. But soon it won’t matter I am ending this soon maybe in the next life I will be happier. *


“Plus I am going cause of family issues something happened with Hope and they think it’s best I go away for a while. just for two weeks,“ I said then took out her letter. ” Here in two days open this letter if I don’t tell you everything that’s going on OK? But you gotta promise me that you won’t tell Jason, I will tell him later on in the day okay.“ She nodded. I wanted to tell her more. Tell her everything but I knew if I did then she would try to convince me not too which wouldn’t help anyone.


“Hey,” said Jason poking my cheek and breaking me from my thoughts. “Huh,” I turn to face then but both of then have confusion written on their face.“Sorry just thinking of when we are going for the trip,” I said acting excited.


“Are you sure?” said Kara death staring me in the eyes and poking my chest. “Yes, Kara I am 100% sure now stop poking me,” I said moving away from her so she nor Jason can poke me. Jason frowns while Kara fake cries. “Oh hey guys,” said Hope as she joins us. We haven’t talked ever since she came into my room last week, which I am grateful for but sadly she decided to hang out with Kara, and Jason. I don’t get how someone can be so fake. She acts like we never had a problem with each other in the first place.*^I do it’s just like how you’re being fake about killing yourself^ Ignoring the voice to best I can I focus on what it in front of me. Jason and Kara are laughing at some joke Hope said. *Jason, kara I am going to miss you two so much but this is for your own good you guys can’t be doing this to you guys, pulling you into my life no point punishing you guys for my sins and mistakes.* I thought.^Yet here you are still in their lives hurry up ^ 


“Yeah I  just a lot on my mind,” I said leaning onto him. Jason, Kara and I always had this kind of relationship. Always caring and supporting each other.  *It doesn’t matter now does it. It’s too later be thinking about that, not like things will get better or something.* I thought as we were about to enter the cafeteria when Kara was called for early dismissal.^finally your thinking like me so why don’t you finish it ^ I felt like another person was in the room whispering this in my ears, but guess what I am falling for it.

I pull Kara in for a hug, not a side hug like I normally do but a full one. I take in her scent as she wraps her arms around me. She smells like strawberries and banana. I felt happy in her arms as her body heat radiates onto me.I felt at peace, nothing could make me mad, or want to cry, the bad thoughts went away. I was at peace and happy, but like all good stuff, it must come to an end  "See you tomorrow,“ she said as we let go then ran off. I felt tears prick my eyes. “Come Canary time food,” Jason puts his arm around me as we went over to the lunch line.^Yeah get your last meal before you pass^ said Voice, might as well give it a name since it will with me till my end.


——————————-Time skip bros end of the school day ———————


I took a deep breath as I walk over to the outside bench with Jason, my crush, behind me. “Hey, are you OK?” He said as he places our stuff down and takes a seat. “ Yeah Just haven’t been getting the best sleep,” I sorta lie.^liar liar death on fire ^


The truth is that I try not to sleep at all and use coffee creamer to stay up planning my end and writing my goodbye letters. Half of my goodbyes are finished. And I already choose the outfit I am going to wear. Just cause I am going to die doesn’t mean I cannot be happy as I do it. But mostly it’s because at night I have nightmares and I wake up screaming which annoys the living hell out of everyone at home, one way to not annoy them is to not sleep ya know.


“So when do you want me to come over for Ms.Greene’s. Project ?”

“Oh right about that—”. ^You can’t cause I am going to kill myself ^ I shake my head trying to get those word out of my head.


“Let me guess I can’t cause of family issues and you cannot come to my house cause Your not allowed out the house for reasons your not telling me,” he said. I felt guilty for leaving him hanging so much lately. We have been best friends since pre-k. We used to play with the building blocks as Marcel would take us to the playground. I sigh as Jason rubs the back of his neck.”What is up with you ever since Kara and I have been hanging out with Hope and you got your leg hurt you have just been so distant


“Look Jason I know I normally tell you everything but honestly. I think I just need some space,” I said. I grew cold with every word I said to him. I am not sure if it was because of the cold but I knew it was most likely for the best. ^You’re going to die soon don’t make it harder for us ^ said Voice in my head.


“So are you still gonna come to my basketball game today after school right?” His eyes lighted. I  wanted to yes so I can see crush the  other team.“ No, I won’t I got to head to the Quarter house,” I said to him. His smile disappears from his face.


“B-but you always come to them so we can have Ice cream,” I take a deep breath .*I wish we could do that forever * I thought as I took his hand in mine  "Look Jason I know we always do that but I can’t this time —“


“Ahh  Y/n there you are.  ” I said Uncle Elijah and Hope. I quickly let go of Jason’s hand and put my hands on my crutches. * shoot I forgot Uncle Elijah was picking me and Hoe I mean Hope up* I thought as Jason picks up his books. I opened my mouth to talk him but he was already walking away. “I will finish Ms.Greene’s  project on my own. let you have some Space,” he spat out the words like daggers then disappeared in the distance between us.


I place my stuff in my backpack, slipped it on and went to Uncle Elijah and Hope beginning our trek to the house.


I pull out my iPod and headphones and start listening to ‘work out’ by j cole. He is one of Jason and I favorite singers. We walked together for thirty-five minutes before Uncle Elijah actually talks to me. Hope is on Uncle Elijah back since she got tired ten minutes ago from walking.

*honestly Uncle Elijah the Little shit can walk on her own  * I thought and continued walking thinking about Jason and I’s relationship if still even have one after today. ^what is there to think about it’s over and you ruined it ^ I felt my heart churn at her voice. *shut it voice*

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It’s been two hours since we got home and so far, it’s just been Mom and sperm donner yelling at each other about something that is most likely about Hope or some ‘new enemy ’. I sigh as hear another vase slams my door again. *Uncle Elijah going to yell * I thought. At first, when they occurred I was scared out of my mind, but now I am used to it it doesn’t matter.


^Honestly, what is there for me to worry about. I am not gonna be here in the future so I am fine Right? Why don’t you just pick up a knife and slit your throat no one will notice your dead until the deed is done^. I hugged my pillow closer to my chest and pushed the hollow feeling into the back of my mind. I found these thoughts popping up in my head more often lately. Maybe it was bound to happen you know. ^So what are you gonna go^ said the voice.  

I get off of my bed and walk over to my closet, get into my good bye clothes (https://www.polyvore.com/my_good_bye/set?id=215314515), my wonder woman hat on top. I grab my birthday money and Uncle Elijah old phone which he let me have, doesn’t have a sim card but it still works, and the directions to place. I grab the rest of the letters I need to give and put them in my backpack. “Now the major problem getting out of this house,” I said until it finally hit me.


 I took off all of my bed sheets, which were a lot by the way, off from the bed then threw them out the window. I placed them in a way that they fall one on top of another. I took the pillow cases off of my pillows and threw them down as well. I tossed out my crutches. *I Hope I survive * I thought as I balance standing on the edge of the window. I pull the pillows to my chest and do the leap of faith from assassin’s creed, but it was kinda hard to do with my hurt leg. I groan as I hit the ground even though I made a pile it still hurt. I grabbed my crutches and struggled to get off of the blankets. Once that was over, head straight for Rousseau (Marcel and Cami’s bar). By the time I got there Cami’s shift was hadn’t begun yet thankfully. The room was full of people. I was about to take a seat when ” Y/n what are you doing here,“ said Marcel after I nearly have a heart attack. Thou would kill me it’s not the way I want to go.


 “Oh hey Marcel, how are you?” I said giving him a fake smile but I knew he wasn’t falling for it.“Nice try Y/n ” he said as we take a seat at a nearby table. “So mind telling me what you are doing here?” “I wanted to give this to you,” I said taking out the letters for him and Cami. “They are thank you letters for you and Cami. I wasn’t able to give Jason his either so can you give it to him? ,” I place them onto the table and slide it over to him. “I was hoping to see both of you here. but since Cami isn’t here can you please give this to her?” I query.


 He nods his head and takes the letters. I fight the tears and smile that threaten to break my heartless facade, but I couldn’t help but smirk at knowing those who I truly care about knowing how I feel about them. But as soon as it came it went.“So mind telling me what you are doing giving this to me,” he asked. *Oh Uncle Marcel even thou I didn’t say it a lot to you ‘I love you ’ you may not be blood but you are no water* I thought as I give him a smile. “No Uncle Marcel just a simple thank you letter were supposed to write and deliver one to those who you love,” I said getting up from the table and left Rousseau, leaving Marcel alone looking at the letters.


 _________________________time skip arrival death place_______________




“Finally” passing the entrance of the local indoor pool. No one was here other than me. I passed the locker area and went to the pool. *Huh the little shit is about to do it finally. Thought you were gonna plague the world some more. I don’t see why you are here still you made it this far let’s do it shall we* I wanted to fight the voice but I knew it was no choice. The reason I chose the pool was because of it the one place that no one would look for me. 


When I was young Jason and I would come here with Cassandra Winchester sometimes we all would just play on the not deep side of the pool, but we stopped once she left for a mission and never came back. I highly doubt Jason even remembers this place. No one else knows about this place since I never told anyone about it. The light from the water light up the entire room so it wasn’t dark. I didn’t take off my shoes or jewelry since they all had meant something to me. I walk over to the deep side of the pool that was 7ft. “Goodbye life,” I said then dropped into the water. 


The cold temperature pricked my skin but I didn’t let it bother me as I sank to the bottom. My vision was blurry but I wasn’t sure whether it was because of the water or lack of oxygen. I felt my body slowly sink close to the pools floor*Finally this is it. You free now you don’t have to burden others with your presence.* I thought as black spots blur my vision. I suddenly felt more tired than usual. *maybe a good rest* I slowly close my eyes and release the all the air in my lungs as darkness kills me.

_________Third POV at home_______________time past____________ _____________________________________________________________


No one notices how Y/n has jumped from her bedroom window over Klaus’s screaming. Kol rolls his eyes as his brother talks about how high and mighty he now that he is a hybrid. “Dear Brother Niklaus might you please stop screaming before Hope wakes up,” said Elijah Pouring himself a drink of whiskey. “Klaus opens his mouth to say more but nothing comes out. He storms out of the house slamming the door in his rage making Hope stir in her sleep. “Well that was dramatic,” said Hayley walking into the living room with a tea in her hand. “Has anyone ever told you that is how this family works,” said Cami sitting down next to her. “Cami doesn’t your shift start soon,” said Elijah, Cami chokes on her drink then runs out the room to get to work.


 “Mommmmyyyy!!!!!!” Screamed Hope, the Originals immediately run to her side. She was inside her sister’s room with a letter in her hand. Tears ran down her cheeks as Hayley comforts her child. “Hope what’s wrong?“Said, Elijah, while taking the letter out of her hands. He nearly passes out from what he reads.“There is one in everyone’s room” Hope stuttered holding onto her mother. Elijah hands the letter to Kol, who just stared dead at the letter noticing Y/n’s handwriting, Elijah walks out the room and quickly collects all the other letters.


 “Hope what happened?” said Kol trying not to be angry after reading Hope’s letter.


“Y/n is committing suicide,” she said.


 Everyone froze upon hearing this. That one of their loved ones was willing to take their own life and no one knew why or how she would scream in her pillow at night or how she tried not to sleep til the point she naturally has insomnia. “Why would she do that?” Asked Freya. 


“Why wouldn’t she, you always favor Hope more than her. You didn’t even notice that she was kidnapped,” said Kol glaring at him family “Brother do we—” “STOP BLOODY LYING. DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER HER MIDDLE NAME OR THE LAST TIME YOU LET HER CHOOSE FOR HER BIRTHDAY,” screamed Kol. “You ignore her cause she is human. Cause she isn’t as powerful as Hope. Yet you forget that you were once the same as her but at least we had someone who noticed and cared at least we had each other,” said Kol. “Rebekah,” he said pointing to her “ you have been begging for a human in this family and when we finally have one you ignore the girl”. Rebekah opens her mouth but no words come out. 


“Aaahh and the mother,” he said turning to Hayley. “You wondered about how you treated both of them so badly, but guess what you did even worse you only cared for one,” he spats. Hayley glares at Kol but knows deep down is words are completely right. She never once thought about what Y/n would want to do for her birthday or how she would drink coffee in the morning. “You people may not care for her but I do and I won’t let you people be the reason of her death,” said Kol, storming out the house. Everyone one froze upon hearing these words. The thought of Y/n finally ringing in their heads. Hope dries her her eyes and pulls her mom into a hug. 


The despair was too great that you could cut it with a knife. “I will begin a locator spell,” Freya walks out the door with Y/n’s necklace to begin the spell. Rebekah follows silently out of the house. “Elijah w–"Hayley opens her mouth to ask him a question when she already knows the answer. ‘Was Y/n ever treated like Hope’. They all knew the answer is ‘No’. “ Hope honey its time for bed, ” said Hayley.“ Uncle Elijah will look for Y/n and by tomorrow we will have her back I promise she will be back alive,” Hayley pulls hee daughter in for a hug, Elijah leaves the room but not after placing all the remaining letters on Y/n’s desk before leaving. Hope nods her head and gets ready for bed by herself for the first time in her life. Her mother asked if she needed help, but she denied it and continued on her own. "Mommy you should go find Y/n I will be fine,” Hayley nods and follows her request and leaves the house.

Since obs&bh is currently delayed and I will probably be off tumblr for the next little while for reasons relating to my personal life, I thought it would be fair to give you guys something chapter 9 related to tide you over for now. For every chapter of the fic, I write up chapter breakdowns while planning which set out the different sections of the chapter, usually relating to either scenes or set chunks of time and changes in character emotions/motivations. So as the first sneak peak into what obs&bh chapter 9 will look like (since I have no sneak peak of the actual chapter yet that I can give), here is the rough chapter breakdown for what you can expect to see once it is finally written

Also apologies to people involved in the fic ask game whose prompt is yet to be filled and anyone who has sent me an ask yet to be answered. I am intending to reply as soon as I get back and have some free time for tumblr again.

See you all soon xx

The Fourth Musketeer (Part 5)

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Pairing: Archie x Reader

Description: A few days of an agonizing wait and the court case’s outcome.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,309

A/N: wowowow that was a long wait, sorry guys!  here’s the final part, enjoy!


On a quaint Thursday night, the Andrews sat in their dining room, enjoying the pepperoni pizza they ordered.  Their quiet dinner was disturbed by a soft knock on the door.  Fred Andrews was the first to stand, so he opened the door to reveal a disheveled eight year old.

“(Y/N)?” he questioned, opening the door wider.  She looked up at him with sad, wide eyes.

“I’m sorry to bother you, Mr. Andrews,” she apologized, “but my parents are yelling a lot again, and you said that if it ever got a bit too much-”

“That you are welcome here,” Fred finished, a comforting smile on his face.  “Of course you can come in, (Y/N).  Hell, stay the night if you need to.”

“Thank you, Mr. Andrews,” (Y/N) whispered her gratitude as she stepped inside.  She wasn’t acting shy because she was uncomfortable around Archie’s parents; it was because she thought she was intruding.

“Archie, look who’s joining us for dinner!” Fred called out.  Immediately, a loud thump echoed through the Andrews household as Archie leapt off his chair.  He sprinted towards the doorway, where he knew (Y/N) was standing.

“(Y/N)!” Archie exclaimed, excitedly jumping.  All of (Y/N)’s tentativeness suddenly vanished as she laid eyes on her best friend. “You’re just in time!  The pizza is still warm!”

“Pepperoni?”

“Of course!”  The two children feverishly ran into the kitchen.  Mrs. Andrews warmly welcomed (Y/N) and assisted her in grabbing two slices of pizza.  When both Archie and (Y/N) were occupied in conversation, Mary stepped out into the hallway with Fred.

“Not that I don’t love that girl,” she whispered to her husband, “but she’s here a lot.  Too much, considering the circumstances.”

“I know, I know,” Fred sighed, pressing his fingers against his temple.  “But we can’t do anything.  You know we can’t talk to her parents, that’ll make it worse.”

“But maybe if they just got some counseling-”

“Have you met her parents?” he interrupted her.  “They’re both too headstrong to ever listen to each other, even with a licensed therapist present.  The only thing we can do is help (Y/N) wait out the storm.  Hopefully it’ll be over soon.”


“It feels like this has been going on for my whole life,” (Y/N) explained to Kevin as she stabbed at her salad.  “I mean, my parents have been fighting for as long as I can remember.  Honestly, I’m surprised it took them this long to file for a divorce.”  Kevin shifted in his chair.

“This is so dramatic,” he commented, slightly leaning forward in interest.  “I know Jughead has already written a novel about yours and Archie’s tragic romance, but he seriously needs to write a sequel.”   (Y/N) laughed and shook her head.  

“Well everything’s at a standstill right now,” she shrugged.  “All we can do is wait.”

“For the court case to be over?”

“Yeah,” (Y/N) nodded. “I gave my statement, so now my mom and dad battle it out in court to decide who gets custody.”

“Basically, they’re deciding where you’re gonna live and how your life is gonna pan out,” Kevin paraphrased. (Y/N) nodded glumly.

“Exactly.”

“And you can’t do anything else?” Kevin asked.  (Y/N) shook her head.

“No,” she answered.  “Like I said before, we just have to ride out the storm and hope for the best.”

“And what happens if your dad wins?”

“I go back to New York. I live there until I’m eighteen and then I’ll go to whatever college I get into,” she sighed.  

“What about Archie?” he questioned.  She pursed her lips.

“There’s nothing I can do about him.”

“But will you guys still be a thing?” Kevin inquired.  “Will you keep in touch this time?  Oh god please don’t let this die out again, you have no idea how much I need you two to be endgame.”

“We’ll see, Kevin,” (Y/N) giggled.  “I want to keep in touch.  Hell, I tried last time.  If I move back to New York, it’s up to Archie to keep in touch with me.”


“So how’s it going with (Y/N)?” Jughead asked Archie one night at dinner.  Archie glanced up from his plate, confused.

“What do you mean?”

“The court case,” Jughead elaborated.  “Do you know what’s going on?”

“I only know what (Y/N) knows,” Archie answered.  “She gave her statement a few days ago, so now her parents have to go into the courthouse in two days-”

“And that’s when (Y/N)’s fate will be decided,” Jughead dramatically finished.  Archie nodded and returned to his food.

“Yup, that pretty much sums it up.”

“But even if (Y/N) does have to move back to New York, you’re still gonna keep in touch with her, right?” Jughead questioned.  When Archie didn’t respond, Jughead dropped his fork as he stared disbelievingly at his friend.  “You’re gonna cut her off again?”

“I’m not going to cut her off, Jug,” Archie fired back.  “I know I screwed up last time, and I’m not planning on doing that again.  I just… I don’t want to think about that right now. I’d rather just ignorantly believe that (Y/N) will stay in Riverdale.”

“Archie,” Jughead placed a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, “you can’t put yourself through denial again.  It’s not good for you.”

“But it’s so much easier, Jug,” Archie sighed.  

“It may be easier now,” he warned, “but the consequences are more severe, Arch.  Think about when you acted like (Y/N) didn’t exist after she left. It may have been easier for you while she was gone, but when she came back, she was furious.  Imagine the kind of relationship the two of you could’ve had by now if you hadn’t been in denial for so long.”  Archie sighed at this, knowing that Jughead was right.  “You can postpone the pain, Archie, but you can’t prevent it.”


Two nights later, (Y/N) was staying over at the Andrews’s house.  Her parents were still at the courthouse.  She and Archie hovered over her phone all evening, awaiting the phone call that would announce who she had to live with.  The phone call that determined her fate.  

At around midnight, they gave up on waiting.  Archie and (Y/N) retired to Archie’s bedroom, where they curled up in the bed together. (Y/N) set her phone down on the nightstand, but she refused to take her eyes off of it.

“Go to sleep,” Archie mumbled, wrapping an arm around her waist.  (Y/N) shifted so that her back was pressed against his.

“I can’t,” she whispered. “What if they call and I’m asleep?”

“You turned your ringer volume all the way up, (Y/N),” he reminded her.  “If you’re asleep when they call, it’ll wake you up.”  (Y/N) sighed but didn’t respond.  Archie noticed her breathing began to slow down, so he figured she was falling asleep.  He, too, was beginning to drift off until a shrill ringing disturbed their sleepy silence.

“The phone!” (Y/N) exclaimed, immediately sitting up.  She, tangled in the bedsheets, rolled over towards the nightstand and quickly snatched her phone.  She pressed the answer button and held the phone to her ear.  Archie tried to listen to the other line, but he couldn’t hear it.

“Okay,” (Y/N) responded, nodding.  There was another break of silence as the person on the other line talked.  “And that’s the outcome?  It can’t be reversed?”  Another pause.  “Alright, thank you.”  She hung up the phone and slowly set it down.  Archie turned on the lamp as he stared at (Y/N).

“So?” he inquired.  “What happened?”  

“I’m staying,” (Y/N) muttered quietly, still in shock over the outcome.

“You’re staying?” Archie excitedly repeated.  “For good?”

“Yeah,” she grinned.  He tugged her into a tight hug.  “I’m staying in Riverdale, Arch!  I won’t leave you ever again.”  He slowly pulled out of the embrace and smiled at her.

“Good,” he replied, and he crashed his lips against hers.

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Twins - Stiles Stilinski AU Imagine

Requested by calypsoathene - Can I have a Stiles Stilinski one where the reader has a twin sister & the pack usually mistake her for her sister and the other way round but Stiles always knows who is who & one day the reader asks him how he knows & he answers something fluffy? :)

Word Count: 1,891

Warnings: None

Author’s note: I couldn’t help myself with the little twist at the end. I hope you like it :)

My Teen Wolf Masterlist

Originally posted by stvlinski

“Hey, I have to go to the guidance office,” Sabrina said as she hopped out of the driver’s seat and closed the door.

“What? Why?” Her twin sister, Y/N asked after she got out of the passenger seat. “Is everything okay?" 

"Yeah,” Sabrina answered as she locked the car and handed the keys over to Y/N, as it would be her turn to drive back home after school. “She wants to go over one of my college applications. I made a mistake on one of them and she’s going to help me fix it,” Sabrina explained.

“Oh, okay. I’ll see you in class then,” Y/N waved goodbye as she walked towards the courtyard to meet up with her friends. 

“See ya!” Sabrina called out before making her way towards the front office.

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Misdialed Call (Final)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 796

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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Just Pretend

Summary: Stiles tells his dad he has a boyfriend. The problem is, he doesn’t actually have one.

Notes: Written for @the-darkhunter, who wanted #7 from this list. (On AO3)


The only warning Derek gets is Stiles hissing, “Be cool,” in his ear.

And that doesn’t really tell him what he’s actually supposed to do, but he starts to get an idea when Stiles grabs his hand, twining their fingers together. Then he calls out, “Dad!” brightly, and Derek realizes that the Sheriff is walking over.

“Hello,” the Sheriff says, looking directly at Derek. “You must be Derek Hale, I’ve heard so much about you.” He cocks an eyebrow. “Haven’t had you over for dinner though, why might that be?”

He says it in an offhand, friendly sort of way, but it immediately puts Derek on edge. It doesn’t help that he doesn’t know what the hell the Sheriff is talking about.

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NCT Hyung Line Reaction: s/o wearing only his shirt

NCT 127 Hyung Line reacting to their s/o only wearing his shirt *wink**wink*

Umm may contain very little bit of sexual references

{Requests Open}

Listened to this and this while writing. (songs have nothing to do w/ the topic)


This is how it goes down or up ha

Taeil: 

Originally posted by ithastobemoontaeil

You are spending the night over at his house because you two are going somewhere the next day. Before bed you decide to shower. So as you are getting out of the shower, you notice that you forgot your PJs. Since he isn’t in his room, you go in and take one of his oversized shirts. As you are looking for a pair of sweatpants, Taeil walks in. He’s shocked and he has to double take because he can’t believe how enticing you look wearing only his shirt. 

“ugh, y/n, you look really really good like that”

Johnny: 

Originally posted by johnny-nct

Johnny is coming home after a long, tiring day of learning a new choreography. It’s late and he just wants to come home to relax with you. The first thing he sees when he steps into the house is you half naked with his shirt on. Not gonna lie, he’s a little turned on by how attractive you look. 

“y/n, are you trying to hint at something,” he says with a wink as he starts taking his clothes off starting with his jacket. 

“I’m tired though, so, y/n, you’re on top tonight” 

Taeyong

Originally posted by yoon-to-the-oh

He is laying in bed watching their comeback performance on his phone. He is too busy watching for mistakes to notice you walk in the room. 

“Taeyong, you hungry? Do you want me to order pizza?” 

You are finally able to get him to look up at you. His eyes widen a little at the sight of you. He can’t even form a proper response. So, you take that as a yes and leave to order the food. But as you leave you hear him say,

“Woah, so sexy!”

Yuta: 

Originally posted by nctuhohahyes

You are sleeping over at Yuta’s house because he claimed he wanted to watch movies with you. You hadn’t prepared extra clothes before going to his house, so he offers to let you borrow some. He tells you to wait in the bathroom while he gets the clothes. However, he returns with only one of his shirts. When you come out, he smirks at you.

“Yuta, I think you forgot the bottoms!”

He chuckles and pulls you into his side,

“Babe, you look great like this”

Later on while watching the movies he whispers in your ear,

“How about we forget about the movies”

Doyoung: 

Originally posted by dovounq

You guys are over at your house for a day together. You guys had planned to stay there and just cook, watch movies, etc. So when he arrives at your house, he is met with you wearing only his shirt.

“Hey babe, isn’t that my shirt?”

“Yeah, sorry! But I like it on me.”

“Me, too!”

Throughout your indoor date, he can’t stop himself from eyeing your legs or from thinking sexual thoughts. 

Jaehyun:

Originally posted by shutupxiumin

You and Jaehyun have the dorm at to yourselves as the boys had decided to give you two some time alone. You tell him that you are going to change into something more comfortable. He is sitting on the couch waiting for you to come back. He looks up once he notices you standing there, and his eyes widen a little. He wasn’t expecting you to come back like that, but hey he isn’t complaining. As you guys do things, like cook, he can’t help but look down at your barely covered ass but every time you turn around he looks up and smiles innocently.

“Please wear my clothes more often, babe”

Winwin: 

Originally posted by blackgirlslovebts

You are sleeping over at his place because you haven’t been able to be together since he is busy. You guys are about to go to sleep, so you decide to change into something more relaxing. So when you finally come out in his shirt, he looks away with a dust of pink appearing on his cheeks. At first he’s a little flustered and shy to look at you. However as time passes, he, like Jaehyun, sneaks glances at your ass for fap material. 

“I like how you look in my shirt, babe”

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I’m so bad at writing things that have even a little bit of sexual reference so yeah sorry this sucked. guys omg Strong Woman Do Bong Soon is so fucking good! I only have 3 more episodes left ㅠㅡㅠ. UMMM yeah anyways requests are open! have a good day/night ~

The One Who Breaks The Curse » Prince Adam

Pairing: Prince Adam x Reader

Fandom: Disney + Beauty and the Beast

Words:  4047

Summary: After four long years, you finally return to the castle to break the curse and save Adam.

A/N: Okay, I finally finished this story! I am pretty happy with the ending! More stories from Prince Adam will be out soon as I try to fill those requests as soon as possible! I know a lot of you have been waiting for this and I am so sorry that it took so long! But, I hope you guys like it! c:

Part One: The One Who Holds Your Heart

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Single Bed Part 2

Hey guys! So I will not be able to post any more of The Game this weekend, I am so sorry, I put all the blame on finals. As soon as I get it done, I will post it! Hopefully no later than next weekend. But a lot of you have been asking me to do more of Single Bed, so here’s another part! I hope you guys enjoy. Happy Sunday! 

Warnings: mission, injury, fluff, language, teeny weensy bit of angst

Summary: You and Bucky have to share a single bed on a mission and it prompts him to say what’s been on his mind for a while, pushing you to think about what he means to you.

Part 1

Originally posted by sithlordalice

After hearing Bucky’s confession and sharing your own secret, sleep hadn’t really been an option. Your mind was buzzing, trying to figure out how it could all go wrong, or maybe how it could all go right. You didn’t realize you wondered the night away until the sunrise started to peak through the curtains of the hotel room.

You picked your head up to look over Bucky’s body at the clock on the night stand. 5AM. There was no point in going to sleep now, the jet was going to take you home in a couple hours. 

You sighed and fell back to your side of the bed and stared at the ceiling. You played with the tag on the corner of the comforter, twisting and pulling it with your fingers. You knew that with the way the universe was treating you right now, Bucky would wake up the second you looked over at him and wonder why the hell you were watching him sleep. But you could only fight that urge for so long.

You shifted your eyes his way, like if your head didn’t move, no one could prove you were actually looking at him. You sighed, feeling completely ridiculous, and turned on your side to face him. When you did, you felt your heart leap into your throat. 

He looked peaceful, almost untouched. You were surprised he even trusted the world enough to fall asleep in it anymore. Looking at his closed eyes, you suddenly missed the blue, almost wishing he would wake up and look at you.

He was lying on his back, the arm closest to you held up behind his head, and the other one resting on his stomach. It was like he was unconsciously inviting you to move over a couple inches and lay your head on his shoulder and rest your hand on his chest.

Before that urge also became too strong, you slid out from under the covers and grabbed your suit to change into. You tried to think of anything else while you changed, and threw your hair into its usual pony tail. It reminded you of what Bucky had said last night and you decided to cancel the appointment you had made to get your hair cut next week.

While you made breakfast, you listed groceries in your head and reminded yourself you had laundry to do, and decided what to get the whole team for Christmas next year. Anything to keep your mind off Bucky. 

You set a stool next to the window and counted the cars passing by as you ate the eggs you made. Thirty-six, thirty-seven…

“You’re up early.” His voice was rough and low, tempting you to throw yourself out the window so you could continue counting the cars from there. 

“Yeah, I got hungry,” you lied. “Those are for you,” you said pointing to the plate of eggs on the counter with your fork, while you watched him pull his green sweatshirt over his head. 

“Thank you,” he said, sinking a fork into them and taking a bite. “They’re really good,” he said. You didn’t miss his eyes briefly widen a bit in surprise. 

“Thanks. I know that’s how you like ‘em.”

“Hm?” he let out with a cocked brow while he scarfed the food.

“I am your partner, there are certain things I should know. You’re weak on your left, you throw a good hook, you prefer a 22 if you even use it, you like your eggs over easy.”

He chuckled as he took your empty plate from you and started washing the dishes in the sink. “So, I’m weak on my left?”

Your grin was so wide it almost split your face. That was the closest he had ever come to making a joke. “Despite the metal, yeah.”

You saw him shake his head and hide a smirk. He turned off the sink and spun to lean on the counter. “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Not just for breakfast. You’re a good partner, (Y/N).” He eyes studied the floor and his long hair fell into his face. He quickly pushed it behind his ear and you noticed the gash on his cheek was gone.

“Jesus, you heal so fast.” 

Before he could lift his eyes and question, you were inches away from him with your fingers tracing over his skin where a scar should be. He watched you study him with awe. He wasn’t used to anyone being this close to him, especially you.

“Is that why you did it? Because you would heal faster than me?” Your eyes met his as you spoke. When he didn’t answer, you continued. “I know you took that bullet for me. You shouldn’t have. I can take care of myself,” you said turning away from him and pushing the stool by the window back into its place at the table.

“We’re partners, we take care of each other.”

“No.” Frustration started to bubble in your chest like a shaken bottle of soda, and your voice was rising, along with your temper. “You take care of yourself first. You have my back if I need it.” 

“You needed it.”

“No, I didn’t!”

“(Y/N), that bullet would’ve gone right through you. It would’ve killed you.”

“It could’ve killed you!”

“Hey.” As always, his voice was steady, which infuriated you even more before you tuned into what he was saying. “Calm down, take a breath, (Y/N), it’s okay.” His eyes were suddenly soft, and his brow full of concern. You looked down at your comparatively small hands violently shaking in his, and watched them become a blur with unshed tears.  

“But you-you could’ve-”

“Shhh, don’t think that way. Everything’s fine.” He encased you in a hug, like a shield from the outside world. You wrapped your arms around his waist, depending on him to hold you up. 

“Bucky, I-”

“I know. Listen, you’re overtired and stressed about the plane. We’ll be home in a couple hours, okay? Just sit here, and I’ll go give our bags to the pilot.” He placed you on the bed like a rag doll and fished his suit out of his bag. “I’m gonna go change.”

“Bucky, can you just-”

“Yeah. I’ll sit with you.” he said, sitting next to you and pulling you to him while he ran his fingers through your ponytail. 

Sure, you knew how he liked his eggs cooked, but Bucky could just about read your mind. He never missed a thing.

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lemonlieth  asked:

are you going to continue to virus!phan storyline? Sorry for brother if you I just really love the storyline! Also happy new year!

Yes I am going to continue virus!phan soon~
And I have a lot of upcoming projects for this AU which will take a lot of time.
So I hope you guys can wait a little longer for what I have in mind :)

Thoughts on the latest Boruto Episode

Things I liked:

  • Sarada being so responsible. I love that she helps her mother stay organized, and their relationship kind of reminds me of the Gilmore Girls - more best friends than mother and daughter 
  • I love that Sarada does the cooking. It fits into my headcanon of Sakura being too busy to cook. Also, her weird food requests supports my headcanon of her liking the idea of cooking and mixing recipes together but not necessarily making things that taste good
  • Sarada being a bad liar
  • ChoCho being awesome
  • Boruto and the boys being little shits (seriously, their evil exressions were gold!)
  • Sarada being able to intimidate a bunch of guys in a total monotone. Finally got to see some of the inner Sasuke

Things I have a MAJOR problem with:

  • Sarada not having perfect chakra control. Sorry, but I call bullshit. We know the Shin arc is coming up soon, and for her to be able to defeat all those clones at the magnitude that she does, she’d have to have a pretty inherent ability to hone her chakra. She can barely manage in this episode. If she were like her mother (which she’s supposed to be), she would have no problem standing on water.
  • Sasuke not trying to contact Sakura at all. Sorry, but if he can talk to Naruto, he can figure out a way to send some kind of message to his wife. Maybe not very often, but every once in a while he should manage something. I’m not thinking love letter but some way of pointing out he’s alive. Hell, a summon or a coded message, whatever, even if it’s just one word, he could manage it somehow. And considering we’ve seen him tell Naruto to give Sakura a message for him, that basically boils down to “as always i’m sorry”, he’s clearly contacted her before. So either SP is already hitting continuity errors, or Sakura is lying to Ino for the sake of the mission and trying to make it seem like Sasuke is too busy to contact her. It would explain why she seems perfectly okay with everything the way it is. If he really hadn’t contacted her in any way, she would be sad about it, if not for herself, then definitely for her daughter 

Thing I’m curious about:

  • Sakura and Sasuke’s first date. And why it was only two and a half minutes. Heehee, oh the possibilities. On the one hand, I want them to do a flashback…on the other hand, I want them to keep it a mystery so I can write my own version

anonymous asked:

Hello! Saw the requests were open and decided to request. RFA + V & Saeran react to an MC who has had back surgery and suffers from pain plus is self conscious about it. I had surgery for scoliosis and honestly am super self conscious about the fact that I have a long scar down my back and avoid wearing anything that shows it. Thanks in advance!

So sorry to hear. We hope you feel better soon, and hope these brighten your day a little. :) 


Zen:

  • It came up when he suggested you guys go to the beach
  • You were avoiding it for awhile
  • He finally got annoyed because he knew were hiding something
  • You blurted out about your surgery and the scar and how you were self conscious
  • He understood the feeling
  • He didn’t want you to give up fun things in life because of it
  • So he does some research and helps you to the degree you can handle
  • He’ll help pick a swimsuit that covers your scar
  • Looks up remedies that help with the pain
  • Huge support to you on good and bad days

Yoosung:

  • He planned to take you to an amusement part as a surprise date
  • You felt really bad, but you had to tell him you couldn’t ride most of the rides there
  • Your back probably wouldn’t be able to handle it well
  • He was beating himself up for not knowing about your back problem and surgery
  • You told him it was fine since you had been silent up until then
  • He tries to make it up to you and does whatever you can do in the park
  • Even it’s just playing those arcade games
  • He wins you a huge stuffed puppy
  • “If you’re in pain and I’m not there, you can squeeze this for comfort!”

Jaehee:

  • You two liked to jog in the park every once in awhile together
  • She noticed you’d start out strong, but slowly lag behind
  • She watched you for a few weeks, and finally confronted you about it
  • She said she figured out you had scoliosis from your symptoms
  • She had a mild case due to desk work all those years
  • That’s when you told her about your surgery and the pain that happens every once in awhile
  • She’s patient and tells you when you need a break, even when you want to keep going
  • She buys you heating pads for when the pain gets really bad
  • Also has a bunch of tips and remedies memorized

Jumin:

  • You’re wearing a big t-shirt around the house
  • It kinda sags in the back a bit, exposing some of your scar
  • Jumin happens to notice and freaks out
  • He asks what happened and how’d you get it
  • He’s just super worried
  • You explain your condition, and he calms down a lot
  • But you can bet he’s already researching on how to care for you
  • He has the best doctors do check ups on you and help you through physical therapy
  • He even bought you one of those massage chairs that was safe enough to use for when you got a bit better
  • Really calm when you get pain in your back, and does whatever he can to help


Seven:

  • You hadn’t told him anything about it
  • And you two usually have those play fights that are mostly tickling and ends up with him “throwing” you onto the couch
  • Only this time, when he picked you up, you started screaming in pain
  • He put you down and panicked
  • He thought he hurt you and was feeling really guilty
  • Once the pain died down, you explained  that it really wasn’t his fault
  • You explained about your surgery and back problems
  • His over-protective mode activates
  • It’s really hard for you to do ANYTHING as he’s always swooping in to help
  • You eventually find a balance, but he’s still careful with you

Saeran:

  • He’s very observant
  • He can tell when you’re in pain and can tell when you’re self-conscious
  • Very blunt when he asks if something is wrong
  • You explain about your back
  • He helps you on the rough days, but he’s also pushes you to get help
  • Really supportive of you getting physical therapy and strengthening your back
  • He sympathizes with you when you talk about your scar
  • His tattoo is a scar of his own
  • You both comfort each other in this aspect

V:

  • He can’t see, so you weren’t as worried about your scar
  • One day, when you’re really tense, you ask him to rub your back
  • His fingers brush across your scar, and he asks you about it
  • You’re a little embarrassed but you explain the whole situation
  • He doesn’t act any different
  • He doesn’t make a big deal about it
  • But you can bet he still pampers you on bad days
  • You both continue living your life around his blindness and your back pain
  • Giving support to each other just comes so naturally 

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Blue Raspberry Lips

To Sam and Dean Winchester, the word kiss meant stained blue lips and hot metal.


The first time they ever kissed was on May 2nd, 1998. It was Sam’s 15th birthday, and Dean was staying with him in a crappy little motel in a crappy little town in the middle of Iowa. Their dad was on a hunt, and he wouldn’t be back for 2 weeks.


Money in the Winchester family was cherished and only used when needed. The only money they had came from scams and pool games at bars where Dean showed off an illegal ID. And Dean had to hustle pool for an entire night to get money for Sammy’s birthday the next day.


When the kid got home from whatever school he was going to that month, Dean immediately took him back outside, ushering him into the Impala. Sam had complained that he needed to study, but he didn’t mind, not really. Because this meant that Dean hadn’t forgotten his birthday.

When they pulled into the 7-Eleven parking lot, Sam raised an eyebrow and laughed. Dean looked nervous, for once in his life. He just wanted to give his Sammy a special day, let the kid relax. Sam saw Dean’s face fall when he laughed, and he rushed to mend the damage.

“No, Dean, it’s fine. I love Slurpees!” Sam exclaimed, probably a little too excited, but Dean smiled again, and it was worth it.

Two minutes later, they stood in front of the Slurpee machine, Dean’s arms full of chip bags and candy. Sam was taking his time choosing a flavor, like he always did.

“Hurry up, bitch, you’re wasting daylight.” Dean nudged Sam, who glared at Dean, just to see his cocky grin and bright eyes looking back.

“Shut up, jerk.” Sam mumbled, taking a cup for himself. He decided on Blue Raspberry(a flavor that he found ridiculous, because it didn’t taste like raspberries, and there is no such thing as a blue raspberry), and Dean requested that he make it a double.

While Sam was filling up Dean’s, the slushy liquid spilled over the brim, and Sam jumped back as it spilled over his hand, and Dean just laughed.

“Shit!” Sam exclaimed, setting the cup down and shaking his hand before grabbing paper towels to get the rest off.

“Put a cap on that and let’s go, drama queen.” Dean snorted, and Sam’s cheeks flamed red as he capped off the overflowing cup and followed Dean to the register.

Dean drove out of town, his cassette tape blasting loudly as he sang along, off key as ever. Sam looked over at his big brother and smiled softly. Both brothers smiled like that at one another, but would deny it if they ever got caught with it lighting up their faces as they admired the other.

Dean finally stopped at the end of a dirt road that lead away from the main highway. The dirt road led to an empty yellow field that Dean parked right in the middle of. Nothing much was in Iowa, except for flat land and endless fields. The sky was almost completely clear and blue, and the sun was shining down, glinting off the black metal of the Impala.

“Why here, Dean?” Sam asked, and Dean just shrugged.

“Dunno. Just felt like getting away from town. I mean, I know we can’t ever do anything real or normal for your birthday…but I figured this would be okay. Little quality time.” Dean smiled, and Sam’s heart damn-near melted.

“Yeah, Dean. Yeah, of course.” Sam smiled and grabbed his Slurpee, getting out of the car. Dean followed with the snacks and his Slurpee.

“Hood?” Dean asked, and Sam nodded. They both put their hands on the hood at the same time, ready to boost themselves up, then withdrew them with an identical hiss. “Son of a bitch, that’s hot!”

“What do we do now?” Sam asked, and Dean scowled at the hood.

“Winchesters aren’t quitters, Sammy. C’mon, we’ll burn our asses off, but it’ll be fine.” Dean said, very sure of himself. Sam sighed and followed his brother up onto the burning hot hood. They both tried to contain the grimaces as well as they could, wanting to seem tougher than the other.

“Jesus Christ!” Sam proclaimed loudly, after holding in sounds of pain for as long as he could. Dean threw his head back and laughed, and all the sudden, Sam didn’t mind the heat as much. Almost didn’t notice it, as a matter of fact. Because he’d made Dean laugh, a real full-bodied laugh, and that felt better than anything.

“Quit starin’, bitch!” Dean said after a few moments, but he was grinning all the same. Sam just elbowed him and smiled back.

“Jerk.” He replied, and Dean laughed again.

The afternoon continued, and the two boys sat on the hot car and ate snacks and drank their Slurpees and laughed and talked. Sam felt an overwhelming sense of peace that he hadn’t felt in a long, long time. He was perfectly content, and he just let himself forget everything that wasn’t that car, Dean, and cold hands against hot metal.

When all the food was gone, the wrappers and empty cups in a pile next to a car, Sam lounged back on the windshield and closed his eyes. He had a lazy smile on his face and stretched out like a cat in the spring sunlight.

Dean watched his little brother with eyes full of wonder. He was sure his feelings towards Sam would never be reciprocated, but he still lived for the moments like this. The moments where Sam exuded a sense of calm and happiness, and it was because of Dean. He never felt better about himself than he did in those moments.

And Sam? Well, there was no place Sam would rather be than sitting next to his brother on the hot hood of the Impala in a random field near a tiny town in the middle of Iowa. Because the location never really mattered to Sam. All that mattered was Dean, because wherever Dean was, that was home.

If you asked either of them later down the line, they couldn’t have told you exactly what made the kiss happen. Maybe it was Sam finally letting his nervousness melt away, maybe it was Dean leaning down and sealing their lips together, more unsure than he’d ever been. Maybe it was both. Either way, the first time that Dean and Sam’s lips connected was on that Impala’s hood, in that field, on that hot day in the beginning of May.

Both of their lips tasted like Blue Raspberry, and Dean’s hand was soft as it cupped Sam’s head. The sun beat down on them, and Sam made a small, desperate noise that he would deny later. They were hot and desperate and nervous and amazed and happy and shocked all at once.

Dean’s lips were so soft as they pressed against his baby brother’s. He’d never kissed anyone like that. He’d never kissed anyone like they mattered to him more than anything else in the entire world. But this was Sammy. His Sammy, who he’d basically raised. His Sammy, whose smile was like looking directly into the sun. His Sammy, who was in his arms at last.

Sam was unsure, but he kissed back nonetheless. He poured all of his passion, frustration, and love into the kiss, pressed them against his brother with hardly any remorse. He poured every ounce of feelings he’d ever had towards Dean into that kiss. And Dean could feel it in the way that Sam held onto his leather jacket and wouldn’t let him escape. The way that Sam’s lips parted like all he wanted was to taste Dean.

They didn’t part from one another until their chests hurt from no air and they finally just had to see each other. They had to know what the other was thinking. Sam wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he’d seen pity or disgust in Dean’s gorgeous eyes. And Dean wouldn’t have been able to bear it if he’d seen fear or hurt in Sammy’s hazel eyes.

But they finally looked at each other, and all they saw was love and desperation. Both of them knew it was wrong, deep down. They knew it was incest, they knew that they shouldn’t want it. But they did anyways.

Because those boys were linked. Whether it was by their souls or their hearts or just their complete inablility to live without the other, they were linked. And it was as dangerous as it was beautiful. It was as amazing as it was twisted. It was as horrific as it was loving. It was as good as it was evil.

And in that moment, on that hot day, on that Impala’s hood, near that tiny town, in that grassy field, all that mattered was that they loved one another. And they were finally together, the way they’d always wanted to be.

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Okay, this is my first time posting something of my own on this blog, I really hope you guys like it. This took way longer than it probably should have. I’m totally still learning and forming my style as a writer, this is just how I’m starting out. More writing should be on the way pretty soon!

(This is for Ollie, @golly-god, and I’m sorry it took so long!!)

Lesson #102: The House:

I’m finally back, with more lessons and updating my masterlist! Sorry for my absence!

집 - house

욕실 - bathroom

주방 - kitchen

거실 - living room

침실 - bedroom

지하실 - basement

서재 - study

안방 - master bedroom

마루 - floor

다락 - closet

보일러실 - boiler room

차고 - garage

현권 - porch

정원 - garden

베란다 - veranda

옥상 - roof

I’ll have posts on vocabulary for different things you find in different rooms sometime soon! Thanks guys!

As always, i am not a tutor, teacher, fluent or native speaker! I just post these lessons to help others learn!

Thanks guys!

Linn

Gotta Go My Own Way 4 | Calum Hood

I am incredibly sorry for the delay. I’ve been so busy with my life recently (shocker) and I will also be busy my spring break next week so I don’t think I’ll have time to write the finale to WNCIL :( But this time I will keep you guys updated so I don’t disappoint. Enjoy.

Previous Parts 1 2 3


Calum’s POV

Coming back from Mr.Jackson’s room, I hid the piece of paper, that could potentially ruin the relationships around me, under my set of clothes laid out for our gig tonight. It was folded small enough to not be seen underneath my green t-shirt, but as soon as I laid the shirt down on top of it, I heard the knob to the door start to turn. My head whipped around to find the boys and Y/N, her smile still sat on her face as she laughed at something Luke said. I straightened up and leaned my back against the table our stuff was set on, my hands clutching the white painted wood. I flicked my head at them, a signal of ‘what’s up’, and watched as the boys all started to grab their stuff and start getting ready to warm up a little before soundcheck.

“Let’s get ready buddy, soundcheck’s in about 2 hours!” Ashton yelled, throwing my some hairspray to make my hair look more appealing than it was right now. Since the meeting, my hands have just been running through it, the anxiousness hitting me hard.

Y/N came and stood by me, grabbing the bottle and a comb from behind me and smiled softly at me. She sprayed a little bit of hairspray on the comb and lightly fluffed it through my thick hair. She almost at to stand on her tip toes, but she was and has always been the perfect height for me. All the negative and anxious feelings that built up inside of me seemed to vanish when I looked into the light of her eyes. She was too busy focusing on my hair, when all I could do was smile. She noticed my focus, and blushed before pulling the comb away to look at her masterpiece. 

Her hand reached up behind my neck at the baby hairs I had, and slightly tugged on them. The boys had now left the room to find their instruments, leaving the two of us together. My hands found their way to her waist, my fingers rubbing at the cotton shirt material. 

“My handsome Calum…” My smile only grew bigger. Y/N had always been that way with me. She knew how insecure I could get sometimes with Ashton being the buff guy in the band, Michael being the bad boy looking type, and Luke being the fan favorite. There were days when I would just want to hide away from the world because no one ever cared for me. I felt overlooked and under appreciated, but Y/N helped bring that confidence back into myself, reminding me pretty much everyday of how handsome, built, and talented I was. I leaned in and captured her lips with my own and molded them. She instantly melted into me, bringing her other hand to drape over my neck and shoulder. Her chest lunged and pressed up against me, only deepening the very needed kiss. I felt her moan into my mouth, causing me to leave a trail of light kisses from her jaw line to the edge of her collarbone, something I know drives her crazy.

“Calum…” she whispered, “I’m s-sorry I finished the song w-without you…” This caused me to teethe at the skin of her neck, leaving red streaks.

As a second moan escaped her lips, we heard 3 big bangs on the door, followed by a shrieking girl voice. 

“Calum! C’mon! The boys are already out here!” A loud, annoyed sigh came out of my mouth, as my forehead landed on Y/N’s shoulder. I could feel her body tense up beneath me, and her skin started getting warm. I rubbed my hand on her lower back to reassure her that there was nothing to worry about, but in reality, she had everything to worry about. 

“It’s okay Cal…go get ready for soundcheck, I’ll be on the sides in a little bit.” I lifted my head, my eyes landing on her understanding smile. 

“We’re not finished though.” I smirked, trying to lighten up the ruined mood. Y/N only chuckled at my stupidity, and nodded. I lightly kissed her forehead, and then sprung off the table heading for the door. As I turned the knob, I looked back one last time to see her with arms crossed, watching me.

“Don’t forget, I love you.” We both smiled widely, and she said I love you back.


Y/N’s POV

I turned back towards the table, only to see that Calum’s clothes were still in the room, and now on the floor. I knelt down and carefully picked up his clothes, but suddenly a white piece of paper fell out under his shirt. I set the clothes on the table, a curious look laid upon my face, my eyebrows scrunching together.

It was slightly crumpled, and had tiny font, to the point where I had to bring the paper closer to my face than usual. I saw it was addressed to Calum, but the sentences that I saw in fragments nearly destroyed the butterflies he left in me only a minute ago.

“…solo career…break away from 5 Seconds of Summer…front singer of Hey Violet…great career move…” and so much more was written in this document. My hand fell over my mouth, shocked and disgusted that Calum had this paper basically signing his life away to Hey Violet, to Nia, from 5SOS…from me. I felt utterly sick reading the contract, reading all the perks he could have if he left his band, how much he would be paid, the places he’d travel, the ‘more’ opportunities he could have as a solo artist. But none of that would matter if he didn’t have Luke, Ashton, or Michael. I wasn’t mad so much at the fact that he’d be leaving me, but the fact that he’d be leaving the 3 main people who worked so hard along side him to have their dream of playing arenas for adoring fans a reality. He didn’t stick with them because he knew they could potentially become famous, but because he wanted to conquer the world with them by his side. But ever since Nia came along, she’s tried corrupting Calum, and trying to make him fall for the fame and money, like he promised never to do. And it was almost as if my biggest nightmare, had become a reality.


Soundcheck was just now finishing up, Hey Violet and the boys both emerging backstage since they were both out there. Everybody was all smiles and laughs talking about the funny fan questions, reactions, and signs that they saw from their adoring audience. However, I was sitting on the corner of the couch on my phone, my back pocket burning where the Calum’s contract was. The other 3 boys sat around me, nudging me to see what was wrong, but my eyes only laid on Calum who was laughing it up with Mr.Jackson and Nia, of course. His back was turned to me, as I felt tears start to form in my eyes.

“Wait…Y/N what’s wrong…” Luke whispered lightly in my ear, the other boys leaning in to listen. I shook my head, pulling out my phone and clicking on the picture of the contract I took, showing it to all of them. They’re not only his best friends, but his bandmates and business partners, they deserve a right to know even if it’s not from him.

Luke’s hands balled up into fists, Michael’s face was almost as red as his hair, and Ashton only began to get as watery eyed as I did as they read the dreaded contract. They all looked at him with stares as deadly as daggers, but his back was still turned, oblivious.

“Do you actually have this? Because if you don’t, this is a really sick prank Y/N.” Ashton said sternly. I shook my head defensively, pulling out the folded piece of paper quickly before stuffing it into my back pocket again.

“Why would I fucking lie about this Ashton? He’s been hiding it from us!” I scream whispered. 

“When did you find it? Where did you find it?” Michael asked.

“Today, under his shirt for the set. He was trying to hide it away so nobody would know that he’s fucking leaving.”

“C’mon, Calum may be stupid sometimes but I don’t think he’d be willing to give up the band like that. He wanted this more than any of us, he wanted the band to grow together and get to where we are now as a group, best friends, brothers. He wouldn’t dare leave us.” Luke defended.

“Then why did he hide it from us? Why didn’t he just flat out say no and not take the contract then? Why did he take it in the first place, and then sneak it past us, thinking we wouldn’t ever find out about it? Luke, this isn’t just your best friend, but mine also. Calum is everything to me. I know him as well as you guys, and even I know,” I sighed, before the next sentence came out, “the benefits are just too great. Calum is so straight-forward, if he really didn’t want to take the offer, he wouldn’t have even taken the contract.” 

As my voice died out, we heard behind us the convo of Calum, Mr.Jackson and Nia. Mr.Jackson had left momentarily before hustling back out to the small ‘living room’ we were all hanging out in. There was a huge guitar-bass like case in his right hand, and he set it down at Calum’s both, both him and Nia smiling proudly.

“Open it son. It’s a gift from all of us here.” Mr.Jackson smiled.

Calum carefully bent down and opened the case, revealing a new jet black glossy finished bass, clean and obviously expensive. Calum held it in his hands as if it was a new born baby, gocking at it’s new fine beauty. He was speechless, and beside me I heard all 3 of the boys groan to themselves.

“M-Mr.Jackson…w-why, why did you give me this?”
“Let’s just say, someone put in a good word for you,” he winked at Nia beside him, “and said you deserve it, and I agree wholeheartedly.”

“This…this is incredible, thank you so much!” His smile stretched up to his under eyes, the heartfelt crinkly smile that I adored so much was on his face for all the wrong reasons, and he was slowly becoming the Calum I didn’t know.

My world came crashing down, though, as Nia reached up to Calum’s cheek and placed a tender kiss on it. My heart broke seeing the two together, acting like a more real couple than him and I had this whole tour. Tears broke out of my eyes as they cascaded down my cheeks, my hands and face becoming hot, as I ran back to the dressing room. All eyes focused back on me, a concerned/sad look on everyone else’s face but only a smirk to be found on Nia’s.

As I shut the door behind me, I ran toward the back of the room near the table with all the boys necessities on it and rested my hands on it, letting out a loud sob that I had been desperately trying to hold in. My vision was instantly blurry, soaking the table beneath me. I heard the door creak open, not caring who was there, my almost hopeless state completely taking up my attention.

“Was that fun to watch?” The snarky voice echoed throughout the door. I shuttered as my tears stopped, but still kept my back to her.

“You tell me.” I sniffled.

I heard her chuckle and she walked into the room slowly.

“Why are you doing this to me. I haven’t done anything, to deserve the downright hateful things you have done to me.” I turned around to face her, trying hard to show off that I wasn’t phased or intimidated by her.

“You, little ms.princess, weren’t even suppose to be on this tour in the first place! It was suppose to be Luke’s mom! You haven’t even been doing anything to help Calum out, I’ve stepped in multiple times just to save his freaking job!” I was taken back, and gasped.

“So giving him that contract to become a solo artist is you being helpful? You’re not only trying to control his life, but you’re trying to ruin mine, and my best friend’s!” She could only smirk at my reply.

“You just don’t like the fact that I,won.”

“Is Calum the prize? Is the press and money the prize? No thanks, Nia. You’re very good at a game that I’m tired of playing! So, I guess you’re getting your wish. I’m done here. He’s all yours.” I swiftly grabbed my purse off the table and turned for the door, to see Calum already standing there, arms open for me.

“Baby…c’mon please talk to me.” He pleaded as I walked past him out of the room. “None of this means anything if I don’t have you here by my side experiencing it with me, please, I wasn’t trying to break up apart!”

I stopped in my tracks, my heart sinking at his lies. I angrily pulled out the contract from my pocket, quickly opened it up, and threw it down towards his feet.

“That! That is what’s breaking us apart, Calum! The lies, the sneaking around, the new feelings you’ve developed for Nia! I’m out of here.” I could hear his sniffles as he picked up the crumpled up paper as I stumbled out of the backstage door. But I soon heard his footsteps, coming after me.


CLIFFHANGER! Again, this imagine is based off of HSM2, so any language that’s familiar to you guys in here is from the movie. The next part will be the actual ‘gotta go my own way scene’ just a heads up. And I know this part went by kinda quickly, but I hope you enjoyed it none the less.

Lover AND A Fighter

Originally posted by giggleplier

Request: Omg, could you do a teamiplier request (with bf Ethan) where the reader is a smol bean but like hella strong and is a martial artist and they get into a brawl (obviously informing the victim that they are a fighter) and teamiplier is just like ‘omg smol bean can kick ass’. Maybe like the person they beat up is a creep that tries chatting them up and touches them inappropriately (nothing to bad, like maybe ass touching?? But reader says no???)

Summary: It’s Mark’s birthday (it actually is coming up soon awww) and you guys have the great idea of having his birthday party at a bar where he can’t drink. Fights ensue.

A/N: Hey y’all sorry I didn’t post all week. I have no excuse, I just couldnt really find the inspiration for this fic at first rip. Anyway here I am! With a fic! Hope you guys enjoy :D (ps in case you don’t usually read my A/N 2.0 at the end of the fic, make sure you read it this time. Got a cool thing to tell you guys hehe

Wordcount: 1240, woohoo they’re getting longer!

Requests are closed at the moment, sorry folks!

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