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Wrath

Pairing; Kim Namjoon  x Reader

Words; 2.3k

Genre; Smut with a plot

Warnings; Daddy kink, name-calling and other kinky shit

Summary;  ❝Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason❞

Aka; Namjoon is pissed that you’re letting someone else touch you who’s not him

A/N; This is jointly written by myself and @oppamansae   (Plot by my girl <3 The smut is by me, my part is terrible because I had to rush and finish it quickly so I’m sorry!)

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Little Witch (Part 2)

Pairings: Peter x reader

Word count: 1 563

Summary: The reader is raised by Hydra but manages to escape after they kill her parents. She is emotionally unstable and can’t control her powers. The Avengers rescue her and give her everything she missed form life and wanted to feel. But would her new found love be enough to extinguish her desire for revenge? What would be the side she would choose to rely on? Will she be ready to face the real her?

A/N: I cannot believe so many people liked Little witch. You guys made me so happy. After posting the story I went to bed and was really surprised in the morning when i saw that there were already 270 notes, 10 messages and 70 new followers. I’m amazed. You are awesome! ♥ I did my best to write this part and i know it may be a little boring but i promise the next ones (of course, if you want me to post them) to be more interesting. Please let me know what you think and if you would like to write from someone’s P.O.V. Enjoy ♥ (and sorry for the mistakes) 

Part 1

Originally posted by sexy-stan

All the avengers except Wanda and Bruce were now standing in front of the small medical center Tony had created a few months ago for situations like this. Through the transparent Plexiglas which was used as a wall, the heroes were looking at their new visitor. Wanda was inside with Dr. Banner, who was trying to find out and heal the wounds on the girl’s body.

“So what’s her name?”, Tony suddenly asked.

The whole group looked at Steve and Clint waiting for an answer. Since they came back, the girl was directly transported to the medical room, while the others were standing in the dark about what was going on.  

“She didn’t say it.”, Steve answered simply without moving his eyes from the girl inside.

“What exactly happened?”, Tony was eager to get at least some information.

“Yeah, the son of Col didn’t say anything about bringing a girl here.”

There was silent for a minute and when Clint saw Steve wouldn’t tell anything due to being sunk deep in his thoughts again, he recounted the story.

After the girl had recognized the American hero – Captain America, she gave them a chance to speak why they were here and what were they exactly doing. Wanda was the one who had talked most maybe because she knew how the girl was feeling at that moment.

“We are not Hydra’s agents. I know you are scared, probably frightened to death, but we just want to help you. ”, Wanda had spoken softly.

“How did you find me?”

“We have some sources that let us know when someone is in danger. There’s nothing you can be suspicious of. Come with us, we will give you food, clothes…answers.”, Steve had succeeded in attracting her attention.

“I-”, the girl had been glancing at the faces of each hero standing in front of her seeing the pure sincerity in their eyes. She hardly had come with a decision.

“If you don’t like us or feel threatened you can go, but give us a chance. We won’t let you down, I promise.”, with those words spoken from the brown-haired witch, who the girl began liking since the beginning, the little witch had accepted their offer still slightly suspicious.

“Through the whole flight Wanda was the only one who talked with her. I think she is the one who the girl trusts.”, Clint noted as he finished the story.

“Can we trust her?”, Nat questioned, “I mean, she is powerful, that can be seen, but what if it’s a Hydra’s way to get in here and collect important information about us, S.H.I.E.L.D?”

“I do not think so.”, Peter finally interfered with the conversation. He, as Steve, hadn’t stopped looking at the girl they found alone in the deep woods hours ago, “If you had seen her face when we came…”, her (y/e/c), full with tears and at the same time with rage appeared in front of him, “I have no clue what they did to her but it’s definitely not good.”

“I have the same opinion. We know what Hydra can do to their experiments. I saw what they have done to Bucky. It won’t surprise me if she had gone through the same.”

“Mr. Stark, I found the girl.”, Jarvis’ voice sounded through the corridor they were all standing in.

“You made him check her?!”

“Of course, Clint. I want to know who is coming in the base.”, Tony declared and then spoken to Jarvis, “What did you find out?”

“It was hard given the fact that her face hasn’t been seen by any camera in the world since ten years ago. However, I managed to do my job. Her name is (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N). At the age of seven she was kidnapped from her parents as they were on a vacation in Russia. Strangely, it seems the parents weren’t that eager to find her. They ended the seeking after a year. ”

At the same time in the medical room, Bruce and Wanda were trying to understand more about (Y/N)’s conditional and powers.

“So you are a witch, too?”, (Y/n) asked as her eyes widened from happiness.

“Yes, (Y/n), I am, just like you.”

“How did you become? You were born with it or?”

“Sadly, my powers aren’t natural. I got them the same as you – Hydra gave them to me. ”, Wanda was sitting opposite the girl, while Bruce was doing his job, “Some years ago, me and my brother, Pietro, were taken my Hydra so they could do tests on us.”

“And what were they doing to you?”

“They used something like a scepter and did different things to examine our powers. That’s all I remember.”, Wanda gave a smile to this little girl who had probably went through the same as her.

“So your stay there was like a holiday in comparison with mine.”, the girl stated with a bitterness in her voice.

“Was it that bad?”, Bruce spoke for the first time since he came there to observe the girl, “We have seen what Hydra have done to some people, but-”

“But you can never imagine or feel what they did to me so don’t act as though you had a clue how they tortured me.”

“I-I am sorry, I didn’t mean to-”, Bruce began apologizing but the girl stopped him.

“I see you’re trying to make me feel comfortable and so on but there’s no need to exaggerate.”, the girl’s stomach groaned and she hurried to put her hands over it to silence the sound.

“How can I be so stupid?! We are here from hours and you haven’t eaten anything in days and we still haven’t given you water or something to eat. I’m coming in minutes.”, Wanda was almost out of the room when she turned around, “Do you want anything specific or whatever I bring?”

“Whatever you bring.”, the girl answered but Wanda had already used her powers to see what the girl longed for to eat.

Bruce and (Y/n) stayed in silence until the doctor decided to ruin it by asking a simple question.

“Do you know what powers you have?”

“No and I don’t even know how to control them.”

“We can befriend you to learn how to cope with them. ”, the girl was about to say something but Bruce hurried to finish, “I do know how hard it can be, if you’re wondering. I have some ‘angry issues’ as Stark tends to say. When I am angry I turn into a big green monster-”

“Hulk.”, (Y/n) stated calmly as she remembered a part of a conversation, she heard years ago.

“Yes, Hulk. If I do not control it, I would kill the people I love without having a clue or regretting about it.”

Seeing how hard it was for that man to cope with his behavior and the terrified expression that appeared on his face just because of the thought of murdering his friends was enough to show her that each one of the superheroes here had gone through so dreadful situations. It showed her that she wasn’t alone anymore and that she can trust them. They will help her to recover, to control and maybe give her the family she lost ten years ago.

“Will you teach me?”, a smile spread on Bruce’s face as he murmured a positive answer.

The door opened and Wanda entered holding a tray with food.

“I hope you don’t mind inviting the others.”, seven people followed the witch in the room.

“Hello.”, the girl gave them a small smile and wave.

“I am Natasha but you can call me Nat.”, a read-head woman spoke, “Here are some clean clothes you can put on after you -”, but before Natasha had finished her sentence the girl had attacked the food.

There was a huge burger with French fries and curry sauce. She took a big bite and barely managed to chew it before taking another one.

“Sorry, ju’t úngry .”

While (Y/n) was eating the heroes introduced themselves to her. She knew some of them given the fact they had ruined some of Hydra’s experiments and bases but not their personal names. She liked them all, maybe Tony was too cocky but she did like ‘em all.

“You’d probably want to rest and recover but I have to ask you some questions. Do you mind?”, Stark didn’t want to scare the girl but he did needed answers.

“Let her at least take a shower before overwhelming her with your queries.”, when Peter stated his opinion the girl looked at him with a thankful smile. He blushed a little but tried not to break an eye contact. Even in those ripped and dirty clothes, and the messy (y/h/c) he could see the beauty in her. Something in her eyes was pulling him closer. He wanted to understand what had happened to her, what had broken her in such a way and revenge.

“Peter, show her the bathroom. We will wait you in the living room.”, and with that the avengers exited the room leaving the two teenagers inside.

“So, Peter…”, the way (Y/n) pronounced his name, as thought tasting it, feeling how it would sound, created a strange feeling in Peter’s stomach, “Where can I clean myself?”, a smirked appeared on the girl’s face as she saw the blushing boy opposite her.

Part 3

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Showers together but Delirious slips
  • Vanoss: *Catches Delirious* you ok??
  • Ohm: *pins Del to the shower wall* Are you tripping for me?~
  • Daithi: *misses the catch-* shIt you ok???
  • Mini: *slips with Delirious*
  • Lui: *lets Delirious fall before laughing*
  • Marcel: *catches Del but fuckin falls after* fUCK-
  • Bryce: *prolly same as Mini*
  • CaRtOoNz: *fuckin ninja skillz it and picks up Del before he hits the tub-* I GOT YOU-
  • And my favorite-
  • WildCat: *bad reflex and instead of catching he fuckin pushes Delirious out of the tub* Are you going to be ok...?
Best Mission Ever

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Request:Could you do a smut or normal but with make out for Peter Parker where him and the reader both get stuck in the storage facility and have to pass the time just like in the movie? But instead of webbing walls and jump roping with a web, they have fun with each other ;) I love your writing btw #blessyou- anon

word count: 2469

Warnings: SMUT

Note: I decided to change a bit how they got into the trailer with the alien tech for it to make sense in the fic? but everything else is pretty much the same. ALSO THIS IS MY FIRST? (kinda) SMUT SO GO EASY ON ME ALSO I’M KINDA EMBARRASSED? but anyways hope you guys enjoy!

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Originally posted by tomhollandisdaddy

Peter was glad he got to go to the Academic Decathlon team, and so was Y/n, however they were for completely different reasons. Peter was really close to discovering who was robbing the alien tech and selling it back, he just needed to follow his tracker and everything would be okay.

Y/n was just happy that her boyfriend was reintegrating himself into school activities. With all his spidey action he barely had time for himself and the things he used to enjoy. Besides, a couple stolen kisses in hotel rooms wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

They both had been studying non stop, trying to get as many practice as possible before the decathlon, until Peter claimed he needed a rest.

“I’m just getting really tired”

The girl smiled as she slid closer to Peter, playing with his hair and holding him close.

“Maybe we could go upstairs? We haven’t been alone in a while Pete.”

He knew what she meant, and there wasn’t anything he wanted more than to go upstair and kiss his girl all night, making her body shake under him, but he had to go.

He stood up before the girl got any closer, sending and apologetic smile at her.

“I know love, but I gotta go -uhh- take a shower, I’m really tired”

The girl frowned as she saw her boyfriend getting out of the room, leaving her hanging. Had he just rejected her? He only did that when he had superhero duties but-they weren’t in Queens; maybe he really was tired.

She decided to head to her room as well and give some time to the boy. She hanged with Liz until she suggested they got into the pool.

“Go tell Peter and Ned and I’ll tell Michelle and Flash”

“Be right back”

Y/n made her way to the boy’s room, but as she was turning down the corner she spotted Ned and Peter talking outside the door.

“You can’t go Peter! What if something happens to you!”

“Nothing will happen! I’ll be back before the decathlon”

“But what if you’re not? Does Y/n knows? What am I supposed to tell her?”

“Just tell her I had a migraine and falled asleep, I gotta go- see you!”

Peter went on the other direction running, as Ned watched him go, still outside their room. Now or never, she thought. She might as well confront Ned already.

“Hey Ned!”

The boy jumped in surprise as he saw her approaching, quickly closing the door behind him.

“Hey Y/n! Waddup!”

“Hey we are going all to the pool, wanna join us?”

“Sure, I’ll be down in a sec”

“Great, I’ll come inside to tell Peter”

She tried to grab to the doorknob, however Ned stopped her, getting in the way and blocking completely the entrance.

“You can’t go inside”

“Why not? He’s my boyfriend”

“Well, he’s just- uhh- sleeping”

“Well, I’ll just check on him, he said he was feeling bad earlier”

“No!- You can’t go inside”

“Why don’t you want me inside? What are you doing in there?”

“Im- uhh- watching porn”

The girl definitely stepped back as she heard his confession. Ned was a really dedicated friend or a very honest person. Either way, she didn’t need that much information

“Well, I’ll-ummm- leave you to it, we’ll be in the pool when you’re- finished”

If that wasn’t a sign that they were hiding something she didn’t knew what was. She decided to go in the same direction as Peter’s, and maybe try to spy on him. She hurried along the way until she spotted a blur of red and blue getting above the rooftop of a trailer. She took a cab and asked him to follow it, driving for almost 2 hours, until it finally made a stop.

She paid and got out of the cab, approaching the trailer Peter had just gotten into. She found the boy had left the door open, getting inside as quietly as she could.

They boy was looking around the place, looking for something, until he finally spinned around and saw her.

He took off his mask as his eyes grew wider in surprise. “Y/n! Why-What- What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same question”

The boy tried to think of a response until he heard a noise from above the top of the trailer. Shit Shit Shit! The bird dude had arrived.

“I’ll explain later okay just- hide for now”

She did as instructed and hided behind a big box,hoping she wouldn’t get discovered by whoever was getting in, but mostly worried about Peter’s safety. She waited, trying to get a peek at what was happening behind the boxes.

“I’m sorry but I’m gonna need you to give back those things” Really Peter? Way to talk during a possible fight

“Get out of my way or you’ll get hurt

“The only person getting hurt-”

The next thing she heard  was a loud noise as a couple boxes and things falled down, probably from a struggle. She couldn’t hear Peter anymore, and neither could she hear the other person. She waited a couple minutes in silence until she finally stepped out, finding some empty boxes and Peter’s body, unconscious in the floor.

She went straight to him, trying to wake him up, with no luck. He wasn’t responding to anything she did, and she was getting scared. He still had a steady pulse, so that calmed her a little bit.

After a while of waiting the trailer got moving again, trapping her and Peter inside. She didn’t even had her phone! She could not believe her luck.

She placed her boyfriends head on her lap and slowly falled asleep, while still stroking his hair.

Peter was the first one to wake up, standing up and realising what had happened, the trailer had stopped moving.He went next to his girlfriend and cupped her face, trying to get her to wake up.

“Love, wake up”

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, remembering what had happened last night.

“Peter! Are you alright?-What happened yesterday? Who was that and why- Oh my god the decathlon! What time is it?”

“Calm down Y/n, we need to find a way out of here first, then everything else okay?”

She nodded as she stood up. The moved together a couple boxes blocking the door and prepared to push it open. They tried a couple times until it finally set them free, at last from the trailer, since they were now in a big room full of other like that one.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a storage, they keep all the alien crap I told you about here”

“So, we are basically in the most guarded place on earth, how are we getting out?!”

“We should try to look for any escape? Come with me, we’ll shot at the door to see if it opens, or at least sets and alarm”

They tried to push, punch and move all the walls they could, however nothing they did helped. It was useless. They had been trying for what felt like hours, although it had probably been 20 minutes.

“Peter let’s just- stop. Someone will have to come here someday- and then we’ll get out”

“But it could be like- hours until that happens! I’m bored Y/n- I’m sorry you’re in this mess with me”

“At least we’re together, that’s all that matters”. She approached her boyfriend and stood close to him, cupping his face with her hands. “Besides, times flies by when you’re busy”

Peter looked at her in surprise as he recognized the tone in her voice. She looked kinda messy, with her wrinkled clothes and tangled hair, but she had a hungry look in her eyes that made him want her even more.

He decided to play along as he said “You’ve got any ideas to keep us busy, love?”

She leaned in once again, looking him in the eye and smirking. “I’ve got a couple”

Right after this she pushed him against the wall behind the trailer, staying hidden. She kissed him hard and sloppy as she pulled his hair, trying to get as closer to each other as they could.

Peter grabbed her neck, deepening the kiss as he slid his tongue on her mouth, making the girl moan. They continued kissing and biting, until Peter rolled over and this time he pinned the girl against the wall.

“Hands up babygirl”

Y/n held her hands up high as Peter went for her neck, barely brushing his lips against it until he reached her sweet spot. He went ahead and started licking and sucking into it, leaving marks all over the place. He grabbed her hips, keeping her still, but closer to him than before.

He continued kissing her neck and under her jaw, all the way to her collarbone, making the girl shiver at the contact, until he moved his hands under her shirt, stroking her abdomen.

Peter grabbed the shirt and pulled from the bottom, stripping her out of it, leaving her in her bra.

“Wearing my favorite pair I see uh?”

“I- uhh- I wanted to surprise you”

She blushed as she remembered how she was planning on kicking Ned out and spending the night with Peter.

“How exactly were you going to surprise me? Tell me about it”

The boy went back to her neck as she slowly unmade the clasp of her bra and threw it aside as he stroke her left nipple.

“Peter-I”

“Tell me”

The girl was enjoying the sensation too much, and was barely able to form any thoughts, let alone sentences, but she managed.

“I was going to- get up in your room and kiss you- so hard, slow- I would touch and kiss all your body- i wanted to- get on my knees and suck you off, make you feel so good Pete”

The boy kept on stroking it as he licked the other nipple, pushin his hard on against the girl, who moaned at the contact of his dick against her.

“You feel that baby? All your dirty talk got me feeling this way”

The girl wanted to put her hands down and pull Peters hair again, even remove the stupid suit getting on their ways. She looked at Peter’s eyes, asking for permission before he put her hands down himself.

“I know you want to touch darling”

She quickly made her way to the suit’s button, stripping him down and finally touching Peter’s chest, sliding her hands to the waistband of his boxers.

“Peter, please, let me make you feel good”

She got on her knees and locked at Peter once again, before he nodded and slipped the boxers off himself.

The girl grabbed his dick on her hand, getting it a little wet before slowly stroking it, like she knew Peter liked. They boy in front of him was a mess by such a little touch, whimpering as she slid the tip of his cock onto her mouth.

She tried to take as much of him as she could, and once she was full she started bobbing her head forward, sucking and licking.Peter kept making needy voices as his hips thrusted on her mouth, pulling her hair. Her hand was good on the base, tight and warm, while she came back up to his head, tonguing at his cum.

“Look at me”

She glanced back at Peter as she kept on sucking him, sending him over the edge. She swallowed as he came, letting her name out in a muffled moan.

“You did so good Y/n”

She stood up and went to kiss him, while Peter unbuttoned her shorts and got her hand in her panties.

“It’s your turn to enjoy love”

She felt her legs shaking as he pushed his thumb against her clit, rubbing little circles. She let out a series of whimpers and started moving her hips along to him, trying to get as much friction as she could.

He moved one finger up her entrance and kept on moving his hand, while his mouth was now back to her neck and breast. She let her forehead rest on his shoulders until she felt a second finger sliding in, making her bite on him.

“Peter- faster please”

They boy did as asked and moved his hand even more, this time completely sliding of her shorts and panties.

“You ready babygirl?”

Y/n nodded as she tried to sit down, before Peter stopped her.

“No- I’m going to fuck you against the wall love, and you’re gonna take every inch of it, got it?”

She catched her breath and nodded, shaking in anticipation she placed herself against the wall.Peter went for her waist and carried her, as she held onto him with her legs and her arms.

He slid the tip on her and then completely out of nowhere, making them both moan at the contact of each other together. The girl made a whimpering noise as she started moving her hips desperately.

“Needy are we?”

“Peter-It’s been so long- please”

The boy considered teasing her a bit, but he was just as desperate as her. He hold onto the wall and her ass as he thrusted into her once again, making the girl let her head back.

They found a rhythm, going faster and faster, with a thin layer of seat covering their bodies as they tried to touch and take as much of each other as they could.

Everytime he thrusted too hard her back would slam against the wall, making her boobs bounce, inviting him to taste. He went back to rubbing her clit and biting her nipples. Y/n never wanted to stop, but she was so close, Peter was taking such good care of her she could barely hold on any longer.

“Peter-i’m gonna- I can’t wait much longer”

At her words the boy quickened his pace, thrusting faster, harder and deeper, while still rubbing her. She clenched her walls against him, making them both come together with loud moaning and fast breathing.

She finally slid her legs off Peters waist, still shaking from her orgasm as they touched their foreheads together, trying to catch their breaths.

“That was-intense”

Peter laughed as they seated down, trying to calm.

“If this is what you do in your spidey action then you should take me to your missions more often”

“Believe me, the only spidey action I got today was you”

“Well, at least I made it a little less boring, right?”

“Are you kidding? Best mission ever”

This time they both laughed and hold onto each other. They still had to wait, but at least they were no longer bored.


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BTS Reaction: You cry from stress

Jin:

You were currently studying your life away so you could get a good grade on your finals. Not to mention the fact that you had to balance your relationship, your part-time job, and other homework on top of it. 

You sat at your desk, head in your hands as you desperately tried to lull the lingering ache in your head. You let out a pained whimper as you slammed your pencil down, the loud snap that echoed causing you to whimper again. 

Soft foot steps pattered outside the doorway before you heard the faint creak of the doors hinges. Your head slowly turned, the pops from your spine aching your head even more. You spotted Jin and gave him the weakest smile you could muster. 

Jin gave you a pitied smile as he walked closer, cup and medicine in hand. Just the kind gesture made your eyes tear up. What seemed to make you snap was the soft kiss Jin placed on your temple. Your lip wobbled and Jin cooed as he pulled you close, tears now soaking the shirt he was wearing. “Oh, Princess… I’ve got you… Everything’s okay…”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Yoongi:

You swept up the floor for what felt like the fifth time today. Yoongi would always bring the boys over to hangout and they never seemed to clean up after themselves. Letting the broom fall to the floor, you covered your face and shook your head as you only imagined what the living room looked like. It pained you to peek out around the corner, and you regretted it immediately. Soda cans, empty pizza boxes, and pillows littered the floor. 

Letting out a pained sigh, you walked in and grabbed the closest things off the floor. You tossed the pillows back on the couch before moving onto the soda cans. After minutes of picking up, the room seemed to have not changed in the slightest. Your eyes stung and you blinked rapidly as you picked up another pizza box. As you stood up, the tear fell, then another, and another as you threw the box down and plopped down on the couch. 

Your face was still shoved into the same pillow when you heard voices and keys from outside. You cursed and shook your head as the gang of boys pilled in. You couldn’t help the strangled sob that left your throat that instantly silenced the boys behind you. 

Yoongi’s soft voice chimed in behind you. “Jagi?” Rushed footsteps sounded from around the couch and the next moment, you were curled into your boyfriends side. The tears fell freely now, the sobs rolling in like rushed tides behind them, followed by the waves of your cursing. “You guys never clean around here! I’m tired of it, Yoongi! I cook! I clean! All day! And you guys leave this place in such a dis-!” You were cut off by soft lips on your cheek. “Go lay down, Jagi.. Let the boys and I finish…” More soft kisses pattered onto your face as Yoongi kissed off your tears. “I’m sorry…”

Originally posted by hobies

Hoseok:

Your feet dragged along the stones leading up to your front door, you fingers lazily sliding up the key pad. You shivered and sniffled as you typed in the code as fast as you could, attempting incorrectly a few times before the soft ding rang. You slid the pad back down and opened up the door, walking in and closing the door behind you as fast as you could. 

“Welcome home, Kitten!” Hoseok sang from upstairs. You could only grumble back as you kicked off your shoes and stepped inside. You walked to the living room and tossed your work bag onto the kitchen table. You walked around the couch and switched on the lamp before plopping down on the couch. 

Hoseok walked down the stairs apprehensively. “Kitten? Is everything okay?” He noticed your back tense and then your shoulders slowly start to shake. “Oh no..” He whispered out as he rushed over and kneeled in front of you. “I just don’t get it! I do all this work at fucking work! And they just send me home with more! It’s never enough! I can’t fucking take it!” You spit out as you sobbed loudly. 

Hoseok felt his eyes tear up as he listened to you. “Oh kitten… No more work.. I’ve got us now.. No more..” He climbed onto the couch and pulled you close. “I’ve got us..”

Originally posted by yourpinkpill

Namjoon:

Propping up the final pillow on the bed, you backed away and cursed as you pulled at the sheets. You groaned as the pillow collapsed onto the bedsheets. You shook your head and sighed as you walked back downstairs, giving up on making the bed picture perfect. 

Starting with dinner, you set the ingredients out and turned on the burner on the stove. You hummed to calm yourself as you mixed the batter for the chicken. 

Namjoon’s loud footsteps echoed from the front door as he walked into the kitchen and gave you a sweet smile. “Let me change and then I’ll come help.” He disappeared upstairs and you continued to concentrate on the dinner you were making.

Thirty or so minutes later, Namjoon trotted downstairs and into the kitchen. “Hey, babe? Why’d you leave the bed so messy? Do you not clean?” Sucking in a harsh breath, Namjoon decided to continue. “And there were clothes all over the floor in the bathroom.” Your lip trembled and your ears turned red as you turned around. “Did you just.. ask me!” You pointed to yourself for emphasis. “If I don’t clean! Did you really just ask me that Namjoon!” Your voice raised and your tears followed, tears pouring out after your words. “That’s all I do! That’s all I fucking do while you’re gone! I make everything picture perfect and you ask me if I don’t fucking clean?!”

Namjoon seemed to shut up immediately once he spotted your tears. “Oh, babe.. I didn’t mean it like that.. Oh no..” He walked over and enveloped you with his arms. “Oh no… Everything you do for me is perfect… I’m so sorry…”

Originally posted by ksjknj

Jimin:

Soft music was the only noise that reverberated throughout the house. It seemed like it was the only noise the walls had heard for the past two months. With your boyfriend never home and refusing to let you work when he could take care of you both, your life had turned into an endless and boring cycle and it had definitely started to take a toll on you.

You laid in the middle of the carpet, your eyes glazed over slightly as you stared up at the ceiling. Your ears perked up however when the sound of the garage door opening cut through the endless cycle of the music. You didn’t make an effort to move however, afraid that it was just your mind playing tricks. Even when your boyfriend loomed over you, you still thought of it was a joke. “Are you crazy? Why’s all of the furniture on one side of the room? And why are you playing such shitty music?” Your bubble popped as you looked up at him. You instinctively blinked quickly as you stared at him. “Crazy? Shitty music? Well I wouldn’t have to listen to shitty music if you were home!” You sat up and huffed softly. “I wait day and night for you to come home and this is how you repay me?” You felt tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I can’t believe you, Jimin..” You whispered out as more tears fell down your cheeks. 

Jimin felt his heart squeeze and he shook his head with a frown. “Oh, baby… I’m so sorry… I love you so much… I didn’t mean it…” He walked over and wrapped his arms around your waist. “I know I’m never home… It’s so selfish of me..” He pulled you closer. “Why don’t we dance to your music, hm?”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Taehyung:

You sat on the couch scrolling through twitter, just seconds after Tae had posted one of his infamous selfies. You couldn’t help but giggle at some of the frantic and wildly inappropriate things that some people commented, knowing not long ago you were right by their side. 

You were about to give up on your scrolling frenzy until a few keywords caught your eyes. You scrolled back up, squinting your eyes as you read over the words repeatedly. They repeated in your head but you couldn’t help but to continue reading over them.

‘He’s so pretty. Why does he date such a fat pig?’

You set your phone down with a soft thud and looked at the blacked out TV in front of you, it seemed to accentuate your features making them large and misshapen. You stared your slight double chin and the roundness of your cheeks. You looked away quickly and sat there thinking to yourself. “Am I really that fat? I didn’t think I’d gained any weight.” In a panicked frenzy you ran to your shared bathroom. Tae was sat on the bed and watched you bolt by with a curious eye. “You alright, babe? Did you see my picture?” He teased.

Ignoring his comments you ran to the scale and stepped on, looking away before down at your feet. You sucked in a harsh breath as you read the numbers. You’d gained a few. You shook your head and started to pace, slowly stressing yourself out in disbelief.

Tae walked into the bathroom and frowned as he watched you for a few seconds. “Is everything alright? What’s wrong, baby?” He kneeled in front of you, grabbing your arms softly. “Tell me what’s wrong?” You refused to looked at him before letting the words tumble from your lips. “Have I gotten fat, Tae?” 

Looking at you as if you were losing your mind, Tae huffed and stood up. “Is that why you’re all stressed out? Of course not, baby.. Besides, if you did what’s the big problem? You’re still my pretty princess.” He scooped you up by your legs and tossed you over his shoulder. “Let us escape these bad thoughts, princess! We shall take a small vacation from this castle!”

Originally posted by piedpiper405

Jungkook:

Sitting there and watching your boyfriend attempt another round of Overwatch had become exhaustingly repetitive. You understood that he adored the game, but he seemed to adore the game every second that he wasn’t in the studio recording or at dance practice. 

You let out another sigh of annoyance, hoping that making it louder this time would gain your boyfriends attention. It only gained you a sigh in return. Rolling your eyes and shaking your head as you crossed your arms over your chest and looked away from the computer, a rush of angst running through your body. Your eyes prickled with tears as you couldn’t even remember the last kiss let alone hug you and Jungkook had shared. 

You stood from your seat and walked out onto the balcony, the cold chill from the air relieving your eyes of the tears, causing them to roll down your cheeks. You shut the door behind you and leaned on the railing letting your tears fall freely. You covered your mouth and shook your head as you let out a weak and tiny sob. 

You were cut off by the door squeaking open quietly. “Babe? What are you doing out here? It’s freezing, come back inside and let me finish this round and warm up.” You shook your head as another ugly and gut wrenching sob broke from your lips. “No! I won’t sit there and watch you play another round! That’s all I ever do! I watch you play another round! We never watch movies let alone cuddle anymore! I wait for you every secon-!” You were cut off by the soft lips you had craved so desperately for. 

A weak whimper left your lips as you melted into his arms. You pulled away after a few more seconds. “I-I’m still mad at you..” A soft chuckle left his lips as he gripped under your thighs and hoisted you up before carrying you back inside. “We’ll see how mad you are after all these kisses I give you.”

Originally posted by jkguks

Chapter 2: Why did you come here?// Shawn Mendes

Prologue: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165826891058/6-minutes-left-prologue-shawn-mendes

Chapter 1: https://welldamnshawn.tumblr.com/post/165861136790/chapter-1-youre-going-to-wish-wed-never-been

Author’s note: Guess who’s back!! ME IM BACK AND IVE GOT TWO UPDATES FOR YOU

Recap: “You’re going to wish we’d never been matched.” he purrs in my ear and I fight against him, trying to free myself.
“I already do.” I rasp, watching as amusement flickers across his eyes.He raises his hand, shoving my head back against the wall hard. It all went dark.


It was a week before the lump on the back of my head finally went down. A week since Dime College had been broken into by the libertas. A week since I’d met my soulmate with his parting words being he’d come back for me.

The school had repaired all damages made by the rebellion and not a single student had talked about the events that had occurred that afternoon. Instead we had kept our mouths shut, and allowed the 5 Government Officials that had been sent down to calm the rumors that were sure to be leaked.

I sat in that assembly, listening to the man with the clean grey suit tell us how the situation was under control and this was purely a fluke attack. I believed his lies for it was better than what the truth had to offer. The truth being that times were changing and the rebellion’s numbers were growing. People didn’t want to be controlled anymore.

Ever since I woke up in sick bay with a pounding headache I had pushed my soulmate out of my mind, ignoring how the skin on my forearm no longer contained a number indicating my future. My normal routine continued like nothing had ever happened.

It was Friday night, end of the school week, and I had cooped myself up in my room. It was the only bedroom on the ground floor, my parents and older sister’s rooms located on the second and third floors. 

Our house was on the east side of town where all the respectable families lived. My parents both worked in the lab, my mother was one of the many who scanned the pregnant women for the characteristics of the fetus while my dad’s job was imprinting the timer’s on the babies arms. 

Their jobs had earned themselves a high place in our social hierarchy, therefore we gained a spacious 3 story house in a safe neighborhood. Though I suppose it wasn’t safe enough.

A figure was on my patio, the large french doors shut and covered by a thin blind yet the shape of person was still visible. I was too engrossed with my laptop to notice, my head phones in and a soft beat filling my ears. Not once did I look up, or in that direction. 

That was mistake number one.

Mistake number two was getting up to go to the kitchen and returning to see my soulmate sitting on my bed, flicking through a novel I had on my bedside table.

I scream, my glass of water crashing to the floor, smashing into pieces. Of course there was no one here to hear me, my parents still at work and my sister out at her boyfriend’s.

“You should really lock your doors, someone dangerous could get in.” He smirks at me, this time the mask that once covered his face is no where to be seen.

He was gorgeous. His dark brown hair flowed back in waves where he had pushed it off his forehead and his sharp jawline made me loose my current train of thought.

“Someone like you, I suppose.” I mutter, backing out of the doorway, careful not to cut my sock clad feet. I grab the broom resting against the wall in the hallway leading to the kitchen and return to my room, sweeping the glass to the side for me to pick up later.

“You really need to be more careful.” he says blandly, almost like he was bored.

“I’m sorry that having a stranger in my room scared me.” I hiss at him, leaning the broom against my dresser and walking over to him. I rip the book out of his grip, scolding him with a “don’t touch my stuff.”

He simply lets out a chuckle, leaning back onto my bed and staring at the ceiling.
“So this is where my soulmate lives.” 

“Why did you come here?” I don’t bother with the small talk.

“I told you I would come back for you, didn’t I?” he peers at me through his eyelashes, the lamp on my bedside table casting a soft glow on his features. It almost made him seem angelic although I knew he was anything but.

“Yeah, a week ago.” I glare at him, crossing my arms over my chest and the action draws his gaze lower and I swallow, uncomfortable with the intensity of it. 

“I’ve been busy.” Is all he says. I don’t prod at him for anymore information. Instead I point to the door.

“You’ve seen me, you can go.”

“But don’t you want to get to know me, If we’re going to be spending the rest of our lives together I should at least know my soulmates name.” He throws my words back at me and I scowl.

“You know where I live so I assume you can find out my name.” I tap my foot impatiently.

“You have quite the attitude on you, don’t you princess?” he still doesn’t move and I give up, curling up on the small velvet sofa across from the bed.

“I get it from my mother.” I give him a fake smile, to which he returns.

“I bet you do.” He hums, tapping his fingers on his stomach.

“Listen, is there a reason you’re here? I really have to get back to my homework.” I snap at him, his presence irritating me. Or at least that’s what I try convincing myself as he was my match and physically, he was everything I was hoping for, not that I would ever tell him that. 

“I just want to see what imbecile they chose for my match.” he grins and I roll my eyes.

“I’m not an imbecile and once again, you’ve seen who they picked for you, so leave now please.”

“When I’m ready.” Is his response. A knock on the door has me jumping out of my seat.

“Hun, we’re back from work, have you eaten dinner yet? I know you get caught up in your TV shows.” My mother’s voice is heard and my eyes widen, rushing to stop the door handle from turning.

“Homework my ass.” I hear my match snort and I send him a glare while he lays on the bed still.

“Can I come in?” She twists the handle and I push my weight against the door and the handle stops turning.

“Mum don’t come in yet, I’m uh.. I’m naked.” I groan, that was the worst possible thing to say, judging by the way my soulmate was smirking at me and wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh, okay well your Dad and I are heating up some leftovers. Come out when you’re ready.” I hear her footsteps retreat and I visibly relax.

“Get out.” I say to him, opening the doors to the patio.

He wander’s over to me, brushing my shoulder as he steps through the door. Before he leaves he turns back, catching my eye.

“I’ll see you next time.” He grins at me while I stare indifferently at him. “Y/n.”

I slammed the door. There was no way in hell that the arrogant man who was just in my room was my soulmate. Not unless someone stuffed something up.

Originally posted by kdrauhl

BTS reaction to you trying to lift something heavy while pregnant

A/N: Can I have a reaction to you trying to lift something heavy while you’re pregnant?


Jin / Kim Seokjin

To prepare yourself for the coming baby and the pregnancy you bought a lot of books to hopefully help you with any troubles. So on a lazy weekday you spread all of them out on the carpet in the living room, sitting down and start to page through all of them. As Seokjin comes home from work he sees you still sitting on the ground of the living room, surrounded by books, but you are currently deeply focused and don’t even notice he arrived. He chuckles and kneels down next to you, glimpsing at the text you are reading. “Should I cook for you more often, or why are you reading this pregnancy food guide?” he asks and laughs at your surprised expression as you notice him next to you. “I just want to be prepared you know…” you say shyly and put the book to the side. Jin smiles brighty at you and takes your hand to help you get up, softly whispering “Don’t worry Y/N.”. You look at the mess you made and apologetically smile at Jin “I’ll put these books back in the shelf and then I can help you in the kitchen with dinner.” You quickly pile all books to a huge stack, carefully lifting it from the ground to carry them to the shelf. “No no Y/N, please let me do this for you. This is way too heavy for you!” Jin says as he approaches you and before you could even respond he already grabbed them out of your hands, carrying them himself. You cross your arms and look at him reproachfully as you let out a sigh “I can carry that, I am not made of glass.”  “I am sorry, but please don’t carry heavy things, ok? You are my princess so please don’t, alright?” he pleads with a worried expression. Not able to deny his request you lean up to him, pecking his lips and mumbling a soft “Okay.”


Suga / Min Yoongi

Since your husband is working hard in his studio you decided to surprise him by  rearranging the apartment a little bit, as you are pretty sure he wouldn’t mind. Earlier that day you printed some cheesy couple pictures you took together and back home you carefully put them into frames. Highly motivated you step on a chair and grace the walls of the living room by hanging up the pictures. After making sure the pictures are not hanging at even the slightest slant you step down and look at your work with great satisfaction. You hear Yoongi walking out of his working room, so you quickly lift the chair to carry it back to the dinner table and meet your husband as he steps into the living room. “Y/N, what are you doing with the chair? I’m sure it’s quite heavy, let me carry it.” he mutters while already taking the chair away from you. “It’s actually not that heavy, but thank you.” you smile widely, loving how protective he became ever since you became pregnant and follow him as he carries the chair back to the dinner table “So what did you do with that?” You take his hand, leading him to the new pictures on the wall. “Oh, Y/N, that’s so cheesy!” he calls out as he sees what you did, unable to hide his cute smile.


J Hope / Jung Hoseok

Ever since your womb got bigger Hoseok became somewhat protective and helped you with everything as much as humanly possible. Currently you see him getting hyped as he cleans the kitchen, furiously scrubbing the cooktop. “Are you sure you don’t want me to help?” you ask with a giggle and cross your arms. “No, babe, just lean back and watch a movie or something.” he says, sounding completely serious. You sigh and leave him behind in the kitchen, deciding to pick up the wash. You place the clothes basket in front of the washing machine and quickly fill it up to the rim with freshly washed clothes, already feeling your back aching just from that. Then you bend down further to lift the basket and carry it into the bedroom, but you are instantly interrupted by Hoseok’s voice “Y/N, what are you doing? Don’t lift that.” Startled you raise your upper body and turn around, seeing him standing in the door “I’ll do that later, don’t worry about it.” You press your lips together and reply “Babe, I’ll get bored if you do everything for me.” He opens his mouth to say something, but falls silent for a moment. “You’re right, sorry. How about you do the kitchen and I lift the heavy stuff, are you okay with that?”


Rap Monster / Kim Namjoon

With happiness and excitement the both of you are in the middle of preparing the child’s room. A few days ago you painted the walls and now it’s time to set up the furniture. The baby crib is done, so Namjoon immediately opens the next box to get the parts for the diaper-changing table. However instead of joining him you decide you want to place the crib into the corner, so you carefully lift it up with the intention of carrying it. Your husband is too focused on building up the changing table, so he doesn’t notice right away. It is your breathing that catches his attention, as you grow exhausted quickly because of your heavy womb. “No, Y/N, don’t.” Namjoon calls as he sees what you are doing, jumping up from his sitting position on the floor “Just tell me where you want it and leave it to me.” You stop your movements to look at him, forming your lips into a pout “But I can handle this.” Your worried husband sighs and walks up to you “Come on, you might hurt your back if you do this. I just don’t want you to get hurt, okay?”


Jimin / Park Jimin

Since you are pregnant you have some more free time during the last weeks before the baby should arrive and you use it to prepare everything in the apartment you live in with your husband. You check every piece of furniture for spiky ends and rearrange some of them, so they won’t be a threat when the child crawls through the apartment. As you hear the door opening you hurry to greet your husband who just returned from work. “Hey sweety, how was your day?” you softly mumble as you throw your arms around him and peck his soft lips. “Great, now that I am home with you.” he responds smiling “How was your day at home?”  “I tried to get this apartment as baby friendly as possible.” you say as you spot the pricky shrub next to Jimin on the floor. Shocked that you didn’t think about the plant you hurriedly let loose of your husband and bend down to carefully grab the pot. “How could I forget this?” you mumble to yourself as you lift the shrub. As your husband notices what you’re up to he quickly interrupts you and takes the heavy plant out of your grip. “What are you doing Y/N? You shouldn’t lift heavy things, please take care.” Jimin says as he carries the shrub on his own, leaving you empty-handed. Confused you look at him, not quite understanding why he took it from you. “Why? I am able to carry this, it’s not that heavy.” you state looking at your husband questioningly. Jimin smiles brightly at you and responds “You already carry my baby, that’s enough.”


V / Kim Taehyung

You can’t wait to have your baby and lately you feel incredibly restless, perhaps because the expected day of delivery is drawing nearer and nearer, so you ask Taehyung to prepare the child’s room together. “But we already prepared everything.” he chuckles in response to your request. You cross your arms, saying “No, we can still do something. You know the box with toys? We can put them away into the shelves.” Taehyung sighs with a grin and finally agrees to help you out, causing you to go ahead and grab the heavy box to move it to the child’s room. “Hey, what are you doing?” your husband calls as he sees you holding the box, quickly taking it away from you “Y/N, you shouldn’t lift heavy things like that, you’re pregnant!” Confused by his drastic reaction you raise your brows and ask “But why?” Taehyung opens his mouth to say something, but holds in for a second “Well, because… you know… because it’s dangerous.” You giggle and pat his shoulder “So you have no idea why it’s dangerous?” Your husband rolls his eyes, but starts grinning eventually. “I just want you and the baby to be safe, let me carry this for you.”


Jungkook / Jeon Jungkook

Out of a sudden you felt the incredible need to eat your favorite snack, so you kind of rushed into the supermarket and ended up buying tons of food. You arrive back home where you husband awaits you with two filled up bags in your hands “Babe, I’m finally back, I somehow bought more than expected.” Jungkook gets up to greet you and starts rushing as he sees the heavy looking bags you’re holding “Oh, Y/N, let me help you with these!” You appreciatively hand one over, but your worrying husband takes both of them “Let me handle heavy stuff, okay? You need to rest as much as possible.” Thinking it’s cute you let him carry the bags to the kitchen where he starts unpacking them. “Thank you for helping me out, but I really need those snacks in there.” Jungkook stops his movements, fishing out your favorite one to hand it to you “You mean these?” With a bright smile you nod your head and take it, immediately ripping of the wrapping. “Y/N, just go and enjoy your snack. I’ll join you as soon as I’m done here.”

A/N: I generally keep my fics gender neutral so this assumes that you guys are adopting. But I did think Tyler having a baby girl would be really really cute so that’s my own personal bias.
Word Count: 500
Title: Bundle of Joy

You’d never felt so nervous in your whole life, and you weren’t even the one giving birth. You and Tyler bounced around the waiting room, glancing every few seconds to the doorway, to the nurses station and to your phones. Tyler paced back and forth as you sat in the chair, tapping your foot. Any moment now.

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I wonder if you still light up when you see my message?
Does it make you smile like it use to? Or just fill you with dread?
Am I just another bother or normal ex lover?
Or something special?
Are we still special?
Do you still get that thrill when you look at my pics
Or did the sparkle in my eyes just disapear?
You are every side of duality to me my gem
My hell and my salvation
My hero and my demon
I don’t even know how to express what I want anymore
But I still come back around to you
Still end up at your door
First person I want to tell
I’m sorry I did what I did and said what I siad
I am sorry for who I am
Who my mothers death made me into
You deserve so much more
I want to do enough drugs to forget about you
But every time I get high you’re all thats on my god damn mind
I wonder if I’m still on yours
Or if you’ve built a wall of ice
or maybe got bored
If my broke  girl theatrics will drive you away
I won’t beg you to stay
Or maybe I will, God knows I’m pathetic
But I still have dreams of you and I in our apartment
I can’t say a part of me doesn’t hate myself for it
I still wear your ring
Still have your mark
Still want to get our tattoo
I'mm sorry for not having enough faith we’d get through it
I wouldn’t blame you if you left
Wouldn’t blame you if you destroyed me
—  my message I can’t say to the one person I want to tell
All I Know is How to Love You - Chapter One (Yoongi x Y/N: Gang AU)

Okay so about a week ago I posted a condensed version of this story under the title RUN - Yoongi Gang AU and asked you guys if you wanted me to actually make it into a fanfiction like I had originally planned to. Due to overwhelming response i have decided to move forward with this! This first chapter is about half of the scenario I posted a week ago so if you read that you can skip right to chapter two! Thanks for all of the love and support and Merry Christmas to our wonderful followers, this is our present to you!! 

Here is my fanfiction based on BTS’ comeback and music video for RUN!

Originally posted by sugagifs

New schools were hard, and unfortunately, something I had become more than used to. Maybe that was what had hardened me over the years, at least that’s what people had guessed,  that coupled with a lack of appearance by dearest mother and father. They were always too busy, and recently I had become too empty to care. I can’t say I was surprised when we suddenly began packing up the house last week and I was forced to leave another piece of myself behind.

They said this would be the last time. They said it would be easy this time.

I never believed them, why start now?

So when I walked into my new classroom, I kept my face a blank, cold mask like always, staring down anyone who attempted to appraise me in anyway. I didn’t need friends, I would be gone in a month anyway, and it was easier not to get attached.

“Class we have a new student. Please introduce yourself.” The teacher ordered behind me, but I didn’t say a word. Everyone waited with anticipation and when it was clear that I was not going to say anything, I earned a slight chuckle from the back. Unconsciously my eyes slipped to the source, a smiley boy in the back corner who was holding back laughter with his seat mate. I was surprised to see the other boy had mint green hair underneath a backwards snap back, remembering the school’s rules about hair color and dress code. He cracked a smile at the other boy’s laughter, but for the most part kept a bored expression on his face.

As if reading my mind the teacher shouted, “Both of you knock it off back there and hats off!” Then he nudged me from behind. “Introduce yourself now.”

It was an act of defiance, a stupid one, I know, but I refused to bow as I quietly said my name with ice in my tone. “Y/N.” And then I slid into a seat in the back, not far from the green haired boy and his laughing friend, putting my head down on the desk and trying my best to block out the noise and sleep. I heard the teacher sigh but he didn’t try and get me to stop so before I knew it I was drifting away.

Some time later I felt a light shake on my shoulder and I instantly woke up and coiled away. I hated when people touched me, it felt way too personal. Looking up, my eyes met those of a baby faced boy. I guess he was kind of cute. “Sorry I just—uh, it’s lunchtime.” He motioned behind himself, looking slightly sheepish.

I stood up and brushed past him coldly without a word. Usually, that would be more than enough to keep people away, but I could hear his rushed footsteps trying to keep up with me. “I’m Lee MinJae.” He held out his hand and I pushed it away.

“And I don’t care.”

He chuckled at my response. Who was this guy? “You’re the coldest person I have ever met, Y/N. And you’ve barely spoken two words to me.”

I stopped abruptly, giving him the most dangerous look I could muster. “Let’s keep it that way.” And then I turned away and stormed out of the school, not bothering to look back.

After wandering around for a bit, I found a huge willow tree and curled up beneath it. My stomach growled angrily, but I ignored it, trying to sleep for the duration of the lunch period. Of course, I could never be that lucky.

“Sorry but this spot is already taken. Try the lake on the other side of town.” A deep voice sounded from somewhere close, forcing me to open my eyes, a disgusted look on my face. A handsome boy stood looking down at me with a somewhat distressed expression at the sight of me.

“First come, first serve. Why don’t you go check out that lake you were talking about?” You turned away from him, trying to get comfortable.

“This is my spot. I come here everyday.” He was getting angry and when I peeked an eye out at him, I could see his fists clenched in frustration.

“Well I’m more than willing to share as long as you don’t talk to me.” I replied in a tired voice.

There were a few beats of silence and some grumbling before he finally settled down a feet away from me. “Who are you, anyway?”

“Your biggest issue apparently. No talking remember?”

“You obviously have no idea who I am and I’m pretty sure I’m older than you so you should be addressing me as ‘oppa’”

I snorted loudly, getting drawn in despite every piece of me screaming to stay away. “Do I look like the type of person who cares who you are or would call you ‘oppa’”?

He ignored my comment and stuck out his hand. “Kim Seokjin, Year 3. But you can call me Jin Oppa.”

Like to the boy before, I pushed his hand away and stood up. “Take your spot back I have no interest in sharing if you’re just going to try and talk to me.”

He acted like he had been shot. “So cold. What on earth happened to such a pretty girl like you for you to act this way?”

I stopped dead in my tracks at his words, daggers coming from gaze. Usually I would just walk away, but something about this place, about the people here, felt different. For some reason, I felt like I could trust this guy. “The world happened.”

He squinted his eyes slightly, trying to understand. “So much on one girl’s shoulders. Even I can sympathize. The world sucks, carry on hating it.” And then he laid down without another word, accepting the fact that I was leaving, and I did.

The rest of the day passed by way too slowly for my liking, and all I could think about was Jin and what he had said, how he had agreed. When I was on my way out of the school at the end of the day, there was some sort of commotion, everyone running around frantically but all in the same direction.

“They’ve got someone! It’s about to go down.” I heard someone yell. Despite my instincts to keep walking home, something stopped me. The arrows that always pointed me home were suddenly pointing in the direction of the commotion, and I couldn’t stop my feet as they carried me forward.

Someone was shouting. “ALL OF YOU! OUT OF HERE! NOTHING TO SEE HERE UNLESS YOU’RE LOOKING FOR THE SAME PUNISHMENT!”

The crowd quickly broke up after those words, much to my bewilderment. Unafraid of course, I stayed and observed from around a corner.

Seven boys hung around the back alley, some smoking, some laughing, but all of their attention focused on an eighth boy who was crouched on the ground shaking slightly. Amongst them I spotted the shock of green hair on the boy from my class. He swung a baseball bat around and around, a cigarette hanging out of the corner of his mouth.

“You owe us.” A taller boy with hot pink hair said quietly to the boy on the ground. “You know how this works.”

“I’m sorry, I just, I just need another week. Please.” The voice sounded awfully familiar, and then it hit me. MinJae. The kind, persistent boy who had woken me up for lunch.

“You see, we granted you an extra week last week. And our mercy has just about run out.” The pink haired boy replied in a bored tone. “Suga, if you would please.”

Suddenly, the green haired boy pushed himself from the wall and threw his cigarette to the ground, smashing it with his foot before advancing forward and swinging the bat with his full force at MinJae. I couldn’t help the little gasp that left my mouth at the sight, instantly putting my hand over my mouth to make sure they couldn’t hear me.

Some of the others began joining in, while the pink haired boy stayed leaning against the wall, watching, along with one other. Wait. Was that? I couldn’t believe my eyes as I realized it was Jin, the boy I had thought about all day, standing next to the leader.

A cry of pain brought my attention back to MinJae who had the other five boys surrounding him. I had to do something.

“Rap Monster, let’s stop there.” I heard Jin say in what you could tell was a forcibly bored voice.

“Just give it a few more minutes. We don’t tolerate traitors, remember?”

I was angry, so angry that I acted without thinking. Before I could stop myself, I was walking calmly toward the green haired boy they called Suga, and tapping him on the shoulder. He stiffened slightly, and turned. In his eyes I could see nothing but emptiness, and then I punched him square in the jaw, just like my self defense instructors had taught me. His head whipped back at the impact and the others had stopped to stare at the scene in awe. I grabbed hold of MinJae, supporting his weight as best I could and started to walk away without a word.

Before I had even gotten two steps away, Minjae was ripped away from me and thrown to the ground and I was being slammed into the wall. “What do we have here?” Suga growled at me and I kept my blank expression pasted on my face, refusing to show how scared I was.

Rap Monster, the fearless leader, came forward, followed by a reluctant Jin. “Who the fuck are you?”

“This is the girl who transferred to me and Suga’s class today. She’s hilarious she refused to acknowledge us or the teacher.” The boy who had been sitting next to Suga in class was grinning like a mad man as he chuckled at the memory. They had all surrounded me and Suga now.

“Well it looks like J-Hope’s your biggest fan.” Another boy said with a grin.

“Listen new girl, you don’t seem to know who you’re messing with. So I suggest you move along.” The leader said knowingly, and I shot him my best death glare.

“Not without that idiot over there.” I pointed at the barely conscious MinJae, “You did enough to him, anymore and you’ll kill him. Unless you’re looking to bury a body tonight.” My tone remained lifeless.

“Wouldn’t be the first time.” J-Hope shot me a grin. My stomach screamed.

“Just let her go. She’s learned her lesson, and so has he.” Jin spoke up, trying again to keep his tone even.

Suga continued to stare at me with those lifeless eyes that seemed to resemble mine a little bit, a bruise beginning to form on his jaw. After a few seconds he pushed away from me, and gave MinJae one more kick before lighting another cigarette and walking alone down the alley. I breathed a quiet sigh of relief before gathering up MinJae again and starting to walk away from the group, feeling all of their eyes on me as I went.

“Thank you.” Minjae breathed almost silently.

“Whatever.”

“Stay away from BTS. They’re gonna have it out for you now. You shouldn’t have done that.”

I didn’t say anything as I called an ambulance and waited for it to take him away before heading home. All I could think about was the way Suga’s eyes had stared into mine, seeing everything and nothing. I didn’t like the way it made me feel so bare, like he could see every piece of me.

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Sirius Black x Reader (Me or him?)

hey ! could u please write a young Sirius x reader imagine where Sirius is really in love w her but he tries his best to admit until remus pretends to like her just so Sirius would admit it to her ? Thanksss

A/N: i’m back! i took a couple of days off from tumblr because i was sick and well, my internet wasn’t working anyway. but i’m back now, so i’ll try to write as much as possible before school starts next week. i know i have a lot of ships and requests to do and i am truly sorry if yours won’t make it, but i’m trying my best:) x this is really bad, i’m sorry😤 dealing with writers block


It was right after the Christmas holidays, when everybody was packing up and getting on the Hogwarts express to come back to school, after two well spent weeks with their families.

You had spent this brief vacation with your family at your house, giving and unwrapping presents, eating way too much and making cookies for your friends back at home.

Sirius, on the other hand, spent Christmas at the Potters, after James invited him because he knew he was going to stay at Hogwarts. Sirius actually wasn’t very upset about staying at school for the holiday if you were staying, but however, when he found out you were going home, he accepted to go at the Potters. He made a promise to tell you he had feelings for you before Christmas started, but being the procrastinator he is, he didn’t. He wished he did, though, because he very much missed your presence these two weeks you were apart. Not that you were that close, you just kind of… spent time together from time to time. He missed seeing your beautiful smile and hearing your gorgeous laugh. He mentally slapped himself during vacation because he didn’t tell you how he felt. He wanted to for so long, but when it came to actually doing it, he chickened out. He, Sirius Orion Black, chicken out? Not telling a girl how he felt because he was afraid of rejection? But no, oh no, she wasn’t like any other girl. It was everything about her that made her different from anyone. Maybe he could hold on a bit more and not tell you.

James and Sirius entered the Hogwarts Express, searching for an empty compartment. Although, Sirius was searching for you , but of course, he didn’t say that. Unfortunately, there was no trace of you, and with an amost invisible pout, he sat down in the compartment where his other two bestfriends were.

“Moony, Wormtail,” he said, as a form of greeting.

They started talking about what they did this Christmas and maybe, in a more quiet tone, the upcoming pranks they had in their minds. All their plans for the next semester (Remus talked the most at this part) and then how hungry they were and couldn’t wait for the feast. Sirius’ mind was anywhere else but on their conversation.

“Haven’t told Y/N you fancy her, have you?” Remus asked Sirius, when James and Peter got in a conversation.

He frowned, looking at his bestfriend. “How did you know? I haven’t told anyone,” the black haired said.

Remus plainly rolled his eyes. “Oh, please, out of all the people, you think I wouldn’t notice?”

Sirius sighed. “Well, no, I haven’t. I don’t know if I ever will, though. I don’t seem like the best guy for her.” He shrugged.

“Sirius Black, putting himself down like that? Wow, we must be in a parallel universe,” Moony joked, chuckling.

“Oh, shut up,” Padfoot said rolling his eyes, but a tint of a smile was playing on his lips. Remus, however, had a growing smirk on his face.


It has been a few days since classes went back to normal and the Marauders were in the library, drowning in homework. Sirius was trying to write his essay, but ended up staring blankly at a wall, James was playing with a snitch, Peter was actually writing it and Moony had it done already ー obviously.

In fact, Sirius was so caught up staring at the wall that he hadn’t noticed you walking in the library and sitting at a table not so far away from theirs. He moved his gaze onto you, gulping. Out of all the moments possible, this was certainly not one to tell you how he feels. Not here. Not with his embarrassing friends. All he could do right now was look at your beautiful being, imagining how he would brush his hands through your soft hair,ーmaybe even braid it, if he knew howー how he’d caress his thumb over your cheek, how perfect you’d fit into his arms, how he’d kiss those pink lipsー

“Isn’t she gorgeous?” Remus appears next to Sirius, watching Y/N in a dreaming way, more or less imitating Sirius; but he didn’t notice that.

The black haired frowned, looking at his friend. “…Y/N? Of course she is, but… why are you saying that?”

Remus ignored him and instead of answering, he got up from his chair, briskly made his way over to Y/N, sending her his warm, beautiful smile and sat next to her. Sirius’ mouth was slightly open, blank of words. Was… were he and his best friend fancying the same girl?


The Marauders were in the Great Hall, eating lunch. Sirius, James and Peter were all sitting together, but a certain werewolf was nowhere to be found. Though, Sirius had an idea where he could be, and to be frank, he didn’t like that idea at all. Why was Remus, his bestfriend, fancying his crush? Most importantly, why was he trying to make a move when he knew how Sirius was struggling to tell her? This was just wrong. Would a best friend do that?

At last, Sirius spotted both you and Remus, at the Y/H table, sitting next to each other and talking. And laughing. And flirting? Sirius’ jaw clenched and he tried to move his gaze from you and his best friend, but it was impossible. He was angry, but underneath that, he was hurt. He really liked you, but you chose his best friend. Was there still time to confess and let you choose between the two Marauders?

Not trying to be discreet at all, he loudly got up from the bench and went straight at you and Remus. Not needing to catch your attention (because his loud movements already caught it), he looked from Remus to you.

“Could I talk to you for a second, Y/N?” he asked through gritted teeth, not even daring to look at Remus. He was smirking. You looked confused at Sirius, but nodded. You followed him out of the Great Hall, until no student could hear nor see you.

“Well?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

He took a deep breath. Now what? What was he supposed to tell you? It’s been so easy to flirt with other girls, but when it came to you… he was speechless. “I like you,” he blurted out the first thing that came into his mind. Your eyes went wide, but he continued. “More than like, actually. I’ve been fancying you for such a long time now that I can’t even keep the count of months it has been. And I was gonna tell you, I was. Before Christmas. But it seems like I’m a coward, so I waited to tell you after Christmas. But my dick of a best friend, Remus, started fancying you? And you seem to like him as well? And I’m just so mad, I could punch him right now, is that what a best friend isー ”

“Sirius!” you interrupted him, putting your hands on his shoulders. He stopped talking, looking into your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of this,” he says gulping. His eyes move on the wall behind you.

“Remus doesn’t like me,” you say amused. “And I don’t like him.”

“Then why were you two flirting? Were you bored?” he said bitterly the last part.

“Look, we weren’t flirting, but if you’re trying to say that I’m that kind of person I should just leave,” you say, taking your hands off his shoulders.

“No, Y/N, come on. You know I wasn’t saying that.” He took your hand in his. “I’m sorry,” he said a lot softer. “So… you like me too?” he asked, a cheeky grin on his face.

“Maybe.” You smirked.

“Well, would you like to go to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Of course,” you said, kissing his cheek.

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May i have a svenario of izuku,bakugou and todorok getting injured in the leg during a villain attack so their s/o has to carry them back and they get teased for it (im sorry if this is too much >_<

okay so I lied to my mom and said I had math homework that I needed my laptop for just to write this request because it’s so damn cute!!!! and in other news I’ll probably have my laptop back for good sometime in the next few days so I can finish all the other requests I haven’t gotten to. Thank you for being so patient with me ^.^

Izuku hadn’t expected your garden variety back alley criminal to have such a good handle on their quirk. He tried not to underestimate his opponents but the girl had put on such a convincing act, crying and saying she had just been attacked, that he’d just never seen it coming when claws extended from her fingers. She slashed at his Achilles’ tendon, ripping it and effectively immobilizing the boy. He’d gotten himself together in record time, landing quick blows to disorient her until-

CRASH

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Do it Right

Imagine fall in love with your work affair, that happens to be Jerome Valeska


Coffee and metal were the fragrances of that house. I felt the urgency to get up from the bed when I heard the footsteps coming from the bathroom. That young but already feared ginger man entered the room and held my pulse to keep me quiet, so he could kiss me a good morning.
It was fine last week, last month, last year, but now, when his cold lips found mine in a gentle kiss, the old butterflies was all over my stomach again. I did not let him touch me more than this and made my way to the kitchen.
I sat in the kitchen sink and waited for the coffee pass. My mind was full of Jerome’s weird behavior last night when he called me, not a drop of alcohol in his blood. I hugged myself and looked around. The times I was inside that apartment everything was blurred, the light always turned off. But this morning I could see how organized it was. Almost maniacally neat.
I heard a high whistle coming from the door and saw Jerome watching me, his face amused. I was, somehow, without words, his smile growing even more.

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could we have more of ur firefighter jim paramedic bones au? maybe w/ spock as a cop or something?

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  • Jim groans when his back hits the wall, hungry lips on his neck and teeth dragging over his skin. “Rough day in the office?” He asks breathlessly, reaching out to pull that boring blue shirt over Bones’ head, before the other finds his lips in a hard and hungry kiss that almost leaves him feeling dizzy. “Fucking cop makes my life a living hell,” Bones replies, pulling the other to their bedroom, and Jim’s happy to follow. “So you’re taking your frustrations out on me?” Jim asks, and Bones immediately freezes at that. Fuck, no. Jim, you idiot. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, but Jim quickly shakes his head. “I’m not complaining,” he replies, pushing Bones closer to bed, “let’s work out those frustrations.”
  • Jim’s pretty exhausted afterwards, face resting in Bones’ neck and he enjoys the hand gently running over his spine. There’s the Bones he knows. “You want to talk about it?” Jim asks. “About what?” “The cop,” Jim replies, and Leonard huffs. “Hell no.” “I should at least know his name,” Jim says. “Why?” “So I can thank him. Jesus, Bones, if I knew sex would be even better than usual when you’re frustrated, I’d get on your nerves, too.” “Believe me,” Bones laughs, “you do.”
  • Bones is at home, though on call, when Jim comes home. Jim doesn’t even officially live here, but that doesnt stop him from having a spare key - and more often than not Bones finds this fireman in his bed even when Bones himself isn’t even home for the night. “How was work?” Bones asks, looking up at Jim, whose face is still slightly covered in sooth here and there. “There was a fire?” He asks, and Jim nods, grabbing a beer from Bones’ fridge. “Some pyro has been setting animal shelters on fire, but as future chief I can’t start a proper investigation while the cops interfere with my work, God damn it.” He curses under his breath. Bones gets up and runs a hand through that messy blond hair, now a shade or two darker because of the ashes. “Maybe a shower will make you feel a little better, hm?” He suggests. “Think so? I was just gonna crash in bed and-” “No, you should absolutely take a shower. It’ll make you feel better,” Bones says, “and it’ll make me feel better too, because you smell awful.” Jim’s lips turn into a small smile, and he puts his bottle down. “Fine,” he says, grabbing on to Bones’ shirt, “but you’re joining me. My turn to work out some frustrations now.”
  • Jim’s planned a whole romantic evening with his doctor boyfriend, okay. Maybe not a candlelight dinner, but he got Bones’ favorites takeout, his Netflix, and a bottle of the most expensive wine he could afford (which, really, amounts to a 10 dollar wine), and though Jim doesn’t even really like wine himself, he likes the idea of drinking it in a hot tub with lots of foam and a loved one, because that always looks great in movies. They never make it to that hot and steamy bath, though. Jim has an arm around Bones’ waist, having the other pressed back against the couch, but an attempt to make out is cut short when Bones’ phone rings. “Don’t pick up,” Jim mutters against Bones’ lips, but it’s his work ring tone, and so Bones reaches out to pick up after all. Jim makes a point of kissing the other’s neck while Bones speaks quietly, voice a little rough, maybe even a bit breathless when Jim’s fingers slide under his shirt. “Okay,” Bones says, “I’ll be there soon.” It’s cue enough for Jim to stop, and when Bones hangs up, he looks clearly disappointed. “I’m sorry,” Bones says, “someone's​ been shot, I gotta go check it out.” “Let them know they ruined date night,” Jim says, and Bones huffs. “I’m sure you’ll manage, I’ll be home as soon as i can. Don’t wait up, though. Just in case.” “Okay,” Jim says, though they both know Jim will be awake until Bones comes back, anyways.
  • Jim doesn’t actually get the luxury of lounging in his boyfriend’s bed, because pretty soon after Bones has left, the fire department gets called into action, too. Same neighbourhood, and, as Jim comes to find out, same crime scene. He recognises Bones’ ambulance instantly, though he doesn’t have the time to look for him because a building is very much on fire, and Jim spends the next few hours getting it under control.
  • When the fire’s under control and mostly put out, he takes a break. He wants to make sure Bones is alright (even though he has no reason not to be, of course), and he finds him with that damned cop that irked him to no end just a few days ago. “Listen to me, you pointy-eared prick,” he hears Bones say, and oh boy, that sounds like trouble, “this is the second time you’re refusing to let me do my job. This god damn fire is not your responsibility, and neither are the victims.” “On the contrary,” Spock replies, “the safety of potential victims and catching the one responsible is my utmost priority.” “Then let me-” “-but I will not risk the safety of the only doctor currently on site until a pass has been given by the fire department,” Spock concludes, and Jim takes that as a cue to step in next to his boyfriend. Spock raises an eyebrow when he approaches, and Jim throws him a wry smile. “Sup, Legolas.” “Mr. Kirk, do I need to remind you that derogatory references towards my ears will not affect me, and will only look poorly upon your work ethics.” “What are you pestering my boyfriend for? Wasn’t it bad enough you reported me to my chief for unprofessional behavior last time? Now you gotta go against my boyfriend, too?” Jim asks, and Spock glances at the two of them. “Merely making sure your boyfriend doesn’t run into danger,” he replies, “like last time.” “Good,” Jim says, crossing his arms, “wait. What? What do you mean, like last time?”
  • Jim’s not done arguing with Bones when the two of them get home to Bones’ flat. Bones, however, has been mostly ignoring him for the last 20 minutes or so while Jim lists the things that can go wrong when Bones walks into a gang fire to save people. Because, you know, that’s why Spock’s there; to stop more people getting hurt. Just the thought that Bones could even potentially be one of those victims is enough to drive him mad, but Bones has been fairly casual about it, taking off his jacket and kicking off his shoes while Jim continues to bicker at him. “Oh my God, Jim,” Bones groans eventually, “shut up. Please. Putting myself into a dangerous situation is no different than you running into a burning building to save someone. It’s our job.” “You should’ve waited until Spock said-” “Are you teaming up with the cop, now?” Bones asks, “because a few days ago you hated him.” “When it comes to your life, yes, I agree with him,” Jim counters, following Bones to the kitchen, and snatching the other’s glass of whiskey from his hands to drink it himself instead. “You’re such a hypocrite,” Bones replies, “getting yourself in danger all the time, and then being butthurt over me. I didn’t even get hurt.” “But if you had,” Jim says, “I never would’ve forgiven myself.” Bones sighs, and Jim calms down when the other reaches out and runs his hand through Jim’s hair. “Love you, too,” he says, and Jim smiles faintly when the other leans in for a quick kiss. He doesn’t like how easy Bones can make him calm down, or at least lighten up a little bit. “You still suck,” Jim says, crossing his arms, and Bones huffs. “Not yet,” he says, and Jim wraps his arms around him, eyes falling shut when lips kiss down over his neck, “but if you stop being mad, I might be.” 
I’m trying to study! Part 7

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Bucky x Reader College AU 

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Hey, darlings! GUESS WHO’S BACK? That’s right, it’s the awesome (late, forgetful, tired) me! I’m so sorry for the wait, but I hope you enjoy this part! Also, new fics coming out next week ^^

I present, part six!

Word count: 1736

Warnings: fluff!!!


The crisp, clean hospital air filled up your lungs as you stepped into the building. Looking around, you noticed the walls weren’t as bare as you imagined they would be; instead, the interior were filled with colourful paintings and children’s drawings. Vases of flowers were scattered on all of the coffee tables and the nurses bore cheerful, inviting smiles. For once in your life, you actually felt happy while being in a hospital.

Turning to face your boyfriend, you sent him a small, reassuring smile. His eyes flitted nervously to meet yours, small droplets of sweat visible on his forehead. Taking his shaking hand in yours, you squeezed tightly in an attempt to calm him.

Bucky released a breath, clearing his throat slightly. “Hey, uh… t-thanks for being here with me. It means a lot to me, I hope you understand.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips to his cheek. “You have nothing to thank me for. You know I adore your mom, so even if you didn’t want to take me with you, I’d either force you to or break in here.”

Bucky laughed, instantly seeming at easy. “You’re right. Thank you… you always have this unique way of helping me.” The brunet leaned forward slightly and a strand of chocolate hair escaped from his man bun and fell down the side of his face. Heart leaping, you reached up and tucked it behind his ear with a small grin. Bucky mirrored your expression. Holding your hand tightly, he walked down the corridor of the hospital, towards his waiting mother.

Winfred Barnes’ room was a splash of colour. A bouquet of vibrant tulips rested in a glass jar on the small bedside table, a bunch of red, green and blue balloons were tied to her bedpost and the curtain on the window was laced with pink and yellow ribbons. A few get-well-soon cards were taped above the bed and a Star Wars blanket was draped over the bed, Han Solo’s handsome face staring out of it.

Winifred herself looked much better than you expected. She wasn’t hooked up to any machine and she looked like she normally did, except for the slightly pale shade of her face. As soon as she saw you and Bucky entering her room, a large smile spread out across her face and she extended her arms out invitingly. Bucky let go of your hand and immediately rushed to his mom’s side, enveloping her in a tight hug.

“Gosh, James!” She chuckled. “I can’t breathe!”

Bucky laughed and let go of her carefully and glanced back at you, waving his hand to make you do the same as he did. Giggling, you walked over and hugged the woman gently making her coo at you.

As you pulled away, Winnie held your shoulder to look at you.

“My, my, (Y/n)!” She crooned. “Look at you! You’re all grown up now. And you look gorgeous, unlike that hobo in the corner.”

You burst out laughing and Bucky huffed in mock offense.

“Come on, Ma”, he complained. “At least I brushed my hair this time!”

Winnie shook her head. “He always says that”, she told you. “Truth is, he hardly ever brushes that dead animal on his head.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “I quite like it, ma’am.”

Winnie’s eyes widened at your words. “You’re the first!”

Bucky nodded sarcastically, but a huge smile was painted on his face. Pulling away from Winifred, you gestured for Bucky to give his mom the gift that he was carrying with him. Handing it over, Bucky urged his mother to open it.

As soon as she did, she began to laugh and quickly concealed the homemade cupcakes. “Children, you do realize it’s against the hospital’s policy to sneak food in for patients?”

A mischievous smile appeared on your face. “Eh, what they don’t know won’t hurt ‘em, right?”

Winnie shook her head sent you a look of mock disappointment. “And here I thought that the two of you finally wised up…”

Bucky smirked. “Did you really expect that, Ma?”

Winnie rolled her eyes. “Well, you two were always the troublemakers. I’m so glad you are friends, because you certainly make other peoples’ lives interesting.”

You blushed slightly and looked down as Bucky came forward and gripped your hand.

“Actually, Ma… (Y/n) and I have something to tell you.”

Winifred’s eyes widened. “Wait, are you two…”

You smiled warmly, meeting Winnie’s pleasantly surprised gaze. “Yes, Mrs. Barnes. Bucky and I are dating.”

“Have been for about a month now”, Bucky added, turning to look at you.

You met his eyes and felt like you were drowning in the vast ocean of azure that they contained. In his beautiful blue eyes, you could see happiness and trust.

But the love that they held made your heart explode with feeling and you could immediately feel a huge blush spread across your cheeks. You knew that your own expression mirrored his and, lost in the moment, you felt your hand reach up and brush loose strands behind his ear, just like earlier. Bucky moved his hands to your hips, his intense gaze falling from your eyes to your lips. But before he could do anything else, someone cleared their throat, making you jump away. Looking at Winnie, you could see the jovial amusement in her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.  

You avoided her eyes and wrung your hands slightly, you face resembling a tomato. Bucky was almost exactly the same.

“Oh, don’t mind me, kids”, the old lady chuckled. “You can carry on.”

“Um…no.” You coughed lightly.

Winifred laughed loudly, shaking her head. “You two are… what do you call it these days? Relationship desires?”

“Relationship goals”, Bucky corrected.

“Right. That’s what you are.”

You glanced at your watch and groaned. You had agreed to come home at three to help Natasha make cookies for Clint, and it was already two forty-five.

Meeting Bucky’s gaze, you pointed to your watch sadly. Bucky nodded in understanding.

“Sorry, Ma”, the brunet apologized, “but we have to go now. We’ll visit again soon, I promise.”

“I can’t wait”, Winnie grinned. “And I expect to hear all about your relationship, you hear me?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Thank you, ma’am. It was lovely to meet you.” Leaning down, you kissed her cheek and then hugged her.

Seeing that Winifred wanted a private word with Bucky, you pointed to the door. “I’ll be outside”, you told them with a smile. Bucky nodded and Winifred blew you a kiss, making you happily walk out.

It was evening time and Bucky and you were sitting on the roof of his apartment, eating (un)healthy snacks and talking quietly. You enjoyed spending time with Bucky this way, as both of you could express your inner thoughts to each other without fear of anyone hearing. It was both simple and romantic, just the way you liked it.

“Wait, no! Are you telling me that Gilbert didn’t deserve Anne?” Bucky questioned.

“Well, he did deserve her… all I’m saying is that he shouldn’t have been that rude to her, because honestly, come on! He was part of the reason Anne cut her hair!”

Bucky shook his head, wrapping his arm around you. “Come on, (Y/n), he was just kidding around. It wasn’t his fault.”

You rolled your eyes. “Uh huh, whatever you say.”

Bucky laughed at you. “But hey, it’s a great book. I really love it.”

You nodded, leaning your head on his shoulder with a soft sigh. Right there, right then, you felt like nothing could get better. The moment was perfect and there was no place where you’d rather be.

Bucky chuckled, looking at your dreamy expression, and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your forehead. You looked up at him with a soft smile.

“Did I ever tell you you’re handsome as hell?” You murmured.

Bucky blushed. “Many times… did I ever tell you you’re stunningly beautiful?”

You giggled bashfully, hiding your face in his neck. “Stop that.”

Bucky laughed, pulling you closer. “Stop what? Telling the truth?”

You chuckled breathily, lifting your head and staring up into his eyes. Bucky leaned down slightly, brushing his lips against yours, before you wrapped your arms around the back of his neck and pulled him down properly, connecting your lips together in a passionate kiss. Bucky groaned slightly, squeezing your waist tightly with his strong arms, his tongue snaking past the barrier of your lips. You moaned, pressing yourself as close to Bucky as possible, electricity storming through the both of you.

Pulling away with a gasp, you leaned your forehead against his. Bucky breathed against your lips heatedly, an unsure emotion flashing in his eyes. A slight frown etched himself into your features but before you could ask what was wrong, Bucky whispered your name.

“Yes?” You questioned quietly, searching his eyes. Bucky cleared his throat and held your hands nervously.

“In the hospital, my mom wanted to talk to me… she wanted to talk about us.”

You heart hammered in your throat, your brain already conjuring up the worst.

“You know what she told me? She told me that the way we look at each other… it isn’t just us feeling attracted or ‘liking’ each other. She said that the emotion is… love.”

You felt ready to explode and your hand found its way to your mouth in shock.

“I…I guess what I’m trying to say is that… I l-love you, (Y/n). So much. I have loved you for a long time now, a long time before we started dating. I love you.”

Your stomach was squeezing itself into knots and you felt breathless, all the blood rushing to your head. After a few beats of silence, Bucky looked away, a clearly hurt expression on his face. However, before he could pull away completely, you gripped his hand and pulled him to you, smashing your lips together. Bucky made a surprised sound in the back of his throat but reciprocated nonetheless, your lips molding together in a perfect kiss.

Pulling away, your heart exploded in fireworks and your whole body filled with a pleasant warmth. Pulling Bucky flush against you, you leaned your forehead against his.

“I love you too, Bucky”, you whispered breathlessly. “More than anything. I. Love. You.”

Can’t I say that I’m in love? I wanna shout it from the rooftops…


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anonymous asked:

some ideas: -cuddle puddle turned tickle fight -grilling dinner and catching fireflies in the summer -watching a meteor show together and talking about life (or aliens) -marathoning a long movie series like lotr or star wars and watching as one by one people nod off -just all quietly existing in the same room -someone walks in on a disaster in the kitchen and a very upsetti side, they salvage the baked goods and watch a movie together -on Act off between the sides, who can act a better scene

me to me: Oliver don’t combine most of this into one story you’re gonna overwhelm yourself
me: lol okay
also me: *does it anyway*

also warning for Star Wars spoilers my dudes (listen idk if this is necessary but just in case: all of the Duel on Mustafar dialogue belongs to LucasFilm not me)

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Fireflies & Space Things

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“Patton, noooooo! Someone save me! Ahhhh!”

Virgil tried to escape Patton’s tickles by switching over to Logan’s lap, but Roman wrapped his arms around his waist holding him in place.

“You guys are the worst!!”

“You love us!”

“That’s a funny way of saying hate. AH OKAY I’M SORRY STOP IT.”

Patton giggled, and finally relinquished his torture. Virgil let his bangs fall over his face as he glared, and pouted at Patton. This proved ineffective as Patton just started squealing about how adorable his ‘child’ is. Virgil groaned, and laid back against Logan who looked down at him with a confused expression.

“Did you really think I was going to save you from that?”

Virgil glared up at the logical side.

“Why wouldn’t you?”

Logan chuckled, and gave Virgil an “Are you serious right now?” sort of look.

“Patton is relentless. There’s no way I would even be able to try to help you. It simply wouldn’t be worth it.”

“Woooowwww. Thanks, teach.”

“I’m only stating facts, Virgil.”

“Your mom is stating facts.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Your mom’s insufferable.”

“Falsehood!”

“Okay! Knock it off you two. I’m gonna go start dinner. Why don’t you three go do something together?”

Virgil looked at Patton with a confused expression.

“Do something without you? I don’t know, Patt. I don’t like excluding any of you guys. Being excluded doesn’t feel.. good. I would know.”

Roman exchanged a guilty look with Patton who quickly turned back to Virgil with a grin.

“It’s okay, kiddo! I really don’t mind. You’re not excluding me. Really, don’t worry about it! This was my idea! Please don’t feel-”

“Breathe, Patton. I believe he gets it.”

Patton looked at Logan with an unsure expression. Logan offered him a reassuring smile to which Patton returned a thankful one.

“Okay, well. I’ll leave you three to it then!”

Patton untangled himself from their disorganized cuddle pile, and headed into the kitchen.

“What was all that about?”

“Nothing, Virgil. Just Patton being extra polite like usual.”

“Yes, no worries! Now come with me you two! I have some ideas.”

“That’s never a good thing.”

Roman scoffed, and stood up to glare down at the youngest trait.

“My ideas are always creative, and amazing!”

“Whatever, just tell us.”

Instead of explaining his idea Roman lifted Logan & Virgil up off the couch, held onto their hands, and sunk down to his room.

“Hanging out in your room? Yeah, real creative idea.”

“Ugh, no! Would you just be patient?”

“Haven’t we gone over this? I’m anything, but patient, Princey.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just shush.”

Roman walked over to a seemingly normal wall of his room then looked at the other two sides, and smirked.

“What are you smirking about? That is just a wall, Roman.”

“Oh is it now, Logan?”

Roman snapped, and suddenly his wall was no longer a wall, but a beautiful golden door.

Logan looked upset that he was wrong about something, and Virgil looked bewildered.

“I stand corrected.”

“So, uh, that your dream world?”

Roman’s smirk widened to a grin as he nodded. He then opened the door to reveal an annoyingly bright white light. Virgil immediately covered his eyes with his arms, and groaned.

“Oops. Sorry, Verge.”

“Whatever. Let’s just go.”

“Wait a minute. This is your dream world. Why are you taking me? This makes no sense.”

Roman groaned, and pulled Logan over to the door by his necktie.

“Quit being boring, and just spend time with us, nerd.”

“Fine, but if I see one illogical thing I’m going to explain why it doesn’t make sense for as long as I please.”

Roman rolled his eyes, but smiled despite himself as he pushed Logan into the door.

“Uh, Roman? Can you.. uh.. lead me in? I’m not taking my arms off my face.”

Roman looked over to Virgil to see that he was in fact still covering his face. Roman chuckled, and gently grabbed onto Virgil’s hoodie then started walking them into the dream world.

They met Logan in the wide, open field that was in the middle of Roman’s forest. Fireflies illuminated daises that scattered the bright green floor, and stars littered the dark night sky. A castle that stood tall over the trees could be seen in the distance.

“Whoa.” was all Virgil could say as he finally let his arms fall away from his face.

“This is rather impressive looking, Roman. It’s like a painting come to life.” Logan said.

Roman couldn’t help the self satisfied smirk that graced his lips.

“Oh, I know. It’s practically perfect in every way.”

Virgil snorted, and sat on the grass.

“Okay, chill out, Mary Poppins. It’s not that great.”

Roman chuckled, and sat next to Virgil. He then looked up at Logan who was looking rather uncertain.

“Come on, Logan. Just enjoy the moment.”

Logan still looked somewhat hesitant, but sat with them anyway.

“So, what do we do now?”

“We could watch the meteor shower.”

“What meteor-”

Roman waved his hand, and suddenly there were meteors dashing across the sky.

“Oh. That meteor shower. Well, now this is just ridiculous. You can’t just conjure up a meteor shower. This is scientifically impossible. Meteors are-”

Roman groaned, and pulled Logan down to a laying position with him.

“It’s a fantasy world I created, Logan. Don’t question it. Enjoy it.”

Logan sighed, and silently conceded. Virgil snickered at their dumb bickering, and decided to stay in his sitting position. As he watched the meteor shower a thought popped into his head.

“So, aliens exist right?”

Not expecting that at all, Roman bursted into laughter, and gave Virgil a bewildered look. Logan adjusted his glasses; a sure sign he was about to provide some exposition.

“I believe we have discussed this already, Virgil, but I do not mind reminding you. Yes, there is a high chance they exist in some form. Our universe is ever expanding. It’s ridiculous to think we are the only intelligent life form.”

Roman simply blinked at the logical side then turned to see Virgil’s intrigued expression.

“But like… what if they don’t.”

“Virgil..”

Logan pinched the bridge of his nose sighing exasperatedly. Roman chuckled, and decided to stop this while he still could.

“Okay, okay. No nerdy debates you two.”

Then suddenly, before either of the two could respond, Roman was staring at Virgil’s hair in wonder. Virgil returned his gaze with an inquisitive glare.

“Dude, what???”

“Virgil, you have fireflies in your hair. I think they like you.”

Virgil looked up at his hair to see a soft green glow emanating from it.

“Ya know, I’m strangely okay with this.”

Roman chuckled, and took one of the fireflies out of Virgil’s hair then placed it in Logan’s hand. He then grabbed another one, and held it in his own.

Logan stared down at the small glowing insect in his hand.

“I never understood the appeal of catching fireflies. They are interesting to observe I will not deny that, but why disrupt their flight? I imagine they aren’t quite fond of being grabbed.”

Roman scoffed, and held his hand out. Not even a moment later five different fireflies landed on his hand, and rested there.

“Look, Lo. They love interacting with people.”

Logan looked at Roman’s hand then at Roman himself with confusion.

“That doesn’t prove anything. You created these fireflies. I reckon you made them to be this way.”

Roman groaned, and laid back down.

“I studied fireflies for days before I created them. Trust me. These are like the real deal, Lo.”

Logan hummed in response, and continued to observe the firefly that was still in his hand.

Meanwhile Virgil was now standing, and trying to catch more. The song Fireflies by Owl City was playing on his phone. Roman and Logan smiled as they watched him. Something about seeing their youngest side relax, if even for a moment, was rather comforting. Of course moments like this, as much as we liked them to, can’t last forever.

“How long have we been here? We should go see if Patton is done with dinner.”

“Only about twenty minutes I believe. Still, I agree we should go check. Verge? You coming?”

Virgil released the fireflies he had in his hands, and walked back over to them as they stood up. Roman chuckled, and took the one firefly that stayed in Virgil’s hair out. Virgil smirked as he watched the little bug land on his nose then fly away.

“Fireflies are weird, and I love them.”

Both Roman and Logan laughed while rolling their eyes. Virgil smirked back at them then pulled out his phone to turn the song off. Once it was off he pocketed his phone again, and looked at the two elder sides.

“Being out here under the stars gave me an idea.”

Before he continued he fully turned his gaze to Logan.

“Star Wars marathon?”

Logan smirked, and nodded.

“Star Wars marathon.”

Roman groaned, and started leading them out of the dream world.

“You two are such nerds.”

“Your mom’s a nerd.”

Once they returned to Roman’s room Virgil almost collapsed. Luckily Logan & Roman caught him before he fell.

“Geez, Verge. Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah. It was just really hot in there, and I haven’t eaten today..”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“You should have taken your jacket off.”

“Nooooo. I can’t live without my hoooddiiieee. Especially my new onnneeee. It’s sooooo pretty, and purpley.”

“….You also seem quite delirious. Did you sleep last night?”

“Nope.”

Logan sighed, and shook his head at the younger side.

“Come on. You need to eat, and drink some water. And also go to sleep as soon as possible.”

Logan nodded at Roman, and the three of them sunk down together as they held onto Virgil tightly. Once they popped up in the common room Virgil almost lost his balance again. Patton, who could see them from the kitchen, rushed over.

“Virgil? Are you okay, kiddo?”

“He was overheated. He also hasn’t eaten, or slept. Have you made dinner?”

Patton nodded at Logan then ran into the kitchen to get the food, and drinks.

Logan sat Virgil down at the table, and sat next to him. Virgil rested his head on the table as Roman sat across from him. Soon Patton came back out, and the four talked as they ate.

Once they were done, and all the plates were put in the sink, Virgil went over to the tv. He started looking for their Star Wars collection.

“Logan, and I wanna have a Star Wars marathon. You’re welcome to join us if you think you can handle it.”

Roman could practically hear the smirk in Virgil’s voice, and scoffed.

“I’ve handled things far more challenging. Bring it on, emo nerd.”

Virgil snorted as he placed the first movie in the dvd player.

“Emo nerd. Well, that’s… a new one.”

“I’m gonna make hot chocolate, and popcorn!”

Virgil smiled as he watched Patton run back into the kitchen. He then sat on the couch next to Logan. Roman walked over, and sat on the other side of Virgil. A few minutes later Patton came back out with the treats, and sat on the other side of Logan.

“Okay! We’re ready for the Star Trek marathon!”

Virgil snorted while Logan just rolled his eyes.

“Star Wars, dad. Not Star Trek. There’s a big difference.”

Patton gave Virgil a sheepish grin, and shrugged.

“Right. I knew that!”

Virgil shook his head, and pressed play on the remote.

Hours, and hours later they made it to Revenge of the Sith. Virgil was dozing off, but a sudden idea jolted him awake.

“Hey, Roman. I bet I could do Anakin’s lines in this scene better than you.”

Roman scoffed, and paused the movie.

“You dare challenge the one who embodies Thomas’ passion for acting to an act off? Oh, you are so going to lose, Mr. Vader.”

Virgil, instead of responding to the challenge, blinked at Roman.

“Mr. Vader?”

“Ya know… That.. evil guy.”

“You mean Darth Vader? Aka Anakin Skywalker?”

Roman scratched the back of his neck sheepishly, and shrugged.

“Yeah, him. Whatever. Let the battle begin! Virgil, be my Obi Wan or whatever!”

Virgil chuckled, and shrugged. Roman stood up, and moved the coffee table out of the way. Patton squealed with excitement as he grabbed the popcorn. Logan just shook his head, and smirked as he watched with interest.

Roman cleared his throat, and started reciting the lines from the Duel on Mustafar scene with as much emotion as he could muster.

“You will not take her from me.”

Virgil smirked, and tried to get into character.

“Your anger, and your lust for power have already done that. You have allowed this Dark Lord to twist your mind until now.. Until now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.”

“Don’t lecture me, Obi Wan. I see through the lies of the Jedi. I do not fear the dark side as you do. I have brought peace, justice, freedom, and security to my new Empire.”

“Your new Empire?!”

“Don’t make me kill you.”

“Anakin, my allegiance is to the Republic.. to democracy!”

“If you’re not with me… then you are my enemy.”

“Only a Sith deals in absolutes.. I will do what I must.”

Virgil then conjured a light saber replica.

“You will try.”

Roman did the same, and tackled Virgil.

Everyone immediately broke out into hysterical laughter, even Logan.

“Okay, my turn.”

“Wait, let’s do one more part of the dialogue with me as Anakin!”

Virgil smirked evilly at Roman.

“You telling me you enjoy being the villain?”

Roman glared at Virgil, and crossed his arms.

“Maybe…”

Virgil chuckled, and shrugged.

“Okay, fine. I’ll start us off.”

Virgil stepped away from Roman still holding his light saber, and cleared his throat.

“I have failed you, Anakin. I have failed you.”

“I should have known the Jedi were plotting to take over.”

“Anakin, Chancellor Palpatine is evil!”

“From my point of view the Jedi are evil!”

“Well, then you are lost!”

They stared each other down desperately trying to stay in character.

“This is the end for you, my master.”

They then hit each other’s light sabers, and “battled.” It ended with Roman jumping onto the coffee table, and Virgil jumping onto the chair.

“It’s over, Anakin! I have the high ground.”

“You underestimate my power!”

“Don’t try it!”

Roman lunged forward, and Virgil pretended to hit his legs. Roman “fell” onto the floor. Virgil stepped back, careful not to fall off the table, and pretended to put away his light saber.

“You were the chosen one! It was said that you would destroy the Sith not join them! Bring balance to the force not leave it in darkness!”

“I hate you!”

“You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!”

Roman ended the scene by pretending to scream in agony. Virgil couldn’t help, but break character, and laugh. Roman, and the others soon joined them in his laughter. Once they calmed down Logan spoke up.

“Well, that was rather impressive. Roman surprisingly makes a good villain. Virgil you also portrayed Obi Wan quite well. However, I am interested to see you perform Anakin’s lines.”

Virgil smirked, and switched places with Roman. For the next half hour Virgil & Roman replayed the same scene with the roles switched. They were exhausted by the end of it so they plopped back down into their spots on the couch.

“So, who was the better Anakin?”

Logan & Patton exchanged a look, and nodded.

“Well, I believe Virgil’s portrayal of Anakin was much more accurate than Roman’s. However, Roman’s Obi Wan was impressive.”

“Yeah I agree with that! Good job, kiddos!”

Virgil & Roman smiled at the elder traits then at each other, and shook hands.

“It was a pleasure to act out that scene with you, Mr. Skywalker.”

“Yeah, ditto, Mr. Kenobi.”

Roman rolled his eyes, but smiled then looked at the other two.

“So should we continue watching?”

Logan chuckled, and adjusted his glasses.

“I feel like we did just continue watching, but I suppose resuming the actual movie wouldn’t hurt. Go ahead.”

Virgil shrugged, and pressed play on the remote then leaned back against the couch.

Once the credits started rolling everyone, but Patton, was asleep. Patton smiled, and squealed quietly to himself as he noticed Virgil was leaning against Logan, and Roman was leaning against Virgil. It was an adorable sight. He quickly got up to put the movies, and dishes away.

Once they were he grabbed a blanket big enough for all of them, and leaned against Roman as he too drifted off to sleep happily surrounded by his family.

~

hi this is a long ass mess of a fic like idek what it is but i hope it’s good? also im such a star wars nerd you have no idea how fun that scene was for me to write. and now im imagining Thomas performing this scene with someone else (Terrence or Joan maybe?) ooooh boy i gotta get outta here before i completely nerd out


“Go see him.”

“I can’t.”

“Go inside. See him. Talk to him, please.”

“I can’t,” Hide finally musters the strength to look at her. His eyes are dry.

Saiko smiles gently at him before she takes his scarred hand in her much smaller one. Much warmer. Kinder. She squeezes his fingers.

“Go see him,” she says, too soft for the world to hear.

Hide finally obliges. He enters the small room with four white walls and closes the door behind him. Kaneki is sitting there, on a single white bed, blinking up at Hide as a familiar smile begins to paint his pale face.

“Hide.”

Hide breathes. He takes his place in the vacant spot next to his friend. The smile is still on Kaneki’s face; iridescent, like a weightless speck of embers, like sand pawing gently at the shore. So full of life and happiness in that one gaze.

The ghoul takes Hide’s hand in his, replacing Saiko’s heat with his own. Hide finally allows a smile to overcome the shadows in his chest.

“Must be boring in here.”

“It’s not so bad. They gave me a book to read, gave me a bed to sleep in. Comfort is not something I deserve.”

“Kaneki-”

“Can I do the talking?”

Hide pouts at Kaneki’s sudden grin.

“Fine. You do the talking,” Hide offers. He puts his head on Kaneki’s shoulder, staring at the white wall, pretending he can see the desert, an oasis, a lone flower in the vastness of unforgiving sandstorm.

“I don’t want to die,” Kaneki says softly. “I’m sorry for the hundreds and thousands of people I’ve killed. I wanted to blame Furuta but those humans - I slaughtered them. My own hands. Children and women. Innocent people. It’s only fair for the CCG  to put me down but I–” Kaneki leans down, tucking his face in Hide’s hair, inhaling the scent hiding like shy petals in there.

Summer and home.

“But now you’re here and it’s unfair because I’ve waited for so long to see you again. I’ve missed you and dreamt of you and thought I could only find you in death and that’s– that’s okay. I’m fine with it. Accepted it, would gladly follow you when it’s finally my time. But you’re here and you’re alive and I’m going to exactly where I cannot find you.”

Kaneki exhales. Hide snuggles closer, thoughts afloat like pathless of clouds.

“I don’t want to die, Hide.”

“I know.”

“I want to stay here with you.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” Kaneki asks, chuckling. His sigh ruffles Hide’s brown locks. Hide finally looks up. Studies Kaneki’s face. Still all smile with a touch of buoyancy. So very calm despite the entire world screaming for his blood.

“I do, yes.”

“Will you live a good life? Have what I can no longer have?” Kaneki asks.

Hide puts his head on Kaneki’s chest; this one man, his touchstone, a soul that’s left him aquiver, an old echo mellifluous to his soul.

Hide’s going to terribly miss him. Will reminiscence about Kaneki for the rest of his life. 

“I’ll try. I promise.”

Maybe in another lifetime, Hide would let Kaneki rest his head on his chest. Hide would run his fingers over the dark strands, he’d listen to the calming tempo in Kaneki’s voice. They’d fall in love, grow old together, live until to the very end and leave nothing behind but sweet words and gentle hymn in the wind. The two of them forever.

Just imagine how wonderful that would be.


Creepypasta #1144: Killing Strays

Length: Medium

I’ll start off by just plainly letting you all know I’ve killed someone. It was in self-defense, but that didn’t make it any easier.

There was a homeless man that lived down the street from my apartment building. His “home” was a park bench, and I would sit with him occasionally, give him a few bucks, keep him company, and just try to let him feel human since no one else ever paid him much more than a contemptuous glance in his direction.

Guy was his name, which is kind of fitting for a man without much of an identity. He used to tell me about his life, or at least tell me what he could remember. He spoke slowly, as if he was waiting for the memories to catch up to what he wanted to say. I never really got a full story from him those days on the bench.

He could’ve been drugged out or alcoholic, but I didn’t really mind. I figured he could use someone that just wanted to listen. It wasn’t my place to judge his life, which I guess is an ironic thing to say considering…

Anyway, it was last March, and I had gotten up at around 2am to take a piss. I walked out of the bedroom, and right there in the hallway some shadowy figure was frozen like a deer in headlights.

Seconds tick by slowly when you’re confronted with an intruder like that. Home is safety. Home is personal. Someone was violating my personal safety. That someone charged me, and before I knew what had happened, I had been tackled to the carpet.

“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” The voice of the shadow was one of desperation. “I need the money. Please, I need the money. They’ll kill me.”

I recognized the voice but couldn’t immediately place it, and it was too dark to make out who was wrestling me to the floor. I shimmied away, kicking in every direction until the figure yelped and recoiled. There was a gun in my bedside table, and once I made it there and grabbed the thing, I didn’t hesitate.

Two quick shots, and the pleading voice fell silent.

I turned on the light.

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