the world is not a dead cold place

Summer Snow

Pairing: Castiel x Winter fairy!Reader

Warning: Fluff. (I know…)

Word Count: 1,805

A creative writing practice piece. It’s different from what I normally write, but I’ve had snow on the brain. I’ve also been drowning myself in fantasy novels lately so there’s that…

……….

Castiel walked through the snowy embankment and kept his eyes on the frozen landscape as he searched for signs of life. The afternoon sun was tucked away behind a sheet of thick, gray clouds that stretched across the length of the sky. The air was still as he continued on his path, looking, watching, waiting. His dress shoes sank into the freshly fallen snow and tracked footsteps that trailed for miles through the forest.

Time didn’t matter here.

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Strike A Deal | Part 14

Pairing: VIXX Ravi x Reader

Genre: Fantasy/Mythology/Hades! AU

Summary:  When he catches you in his trap, what else can you do but make a deal with the King of the Underworld? 

Author’s Note: Finally found it! Also, Chloris is a goddess of Nature. There’s still a bit more of Strike A Deal after this chapter, so hang tight! Enjoy! ^^ 

Read more:Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13


“All you have to do is look me in the eyes and tell me you never want to see me again and I will never return to your sight again.”

You watched as he turned away, shoulders slumped in assumed defeat. Maybe you’d listen to your heart that was yearning to give in…

“Ravi…“ you called his name softly.

He turned toward you, his expression blank not wanting to let his hopes get too high only to have them torn to shreds.

You picked up the ends of your dress once again, your sandal covered feet pounding against the soft grass as you ran to him. You dropped your grip on your dress, wrapping your arms firmly around his neck.

Your lips sealing to his in a kiss.

It took him a split second to realise what happened. You had the desire to kiss him, you actually wanted him close to you. As if a switch flipped, you were wrapped in his arms and he was kissing you back. His soft lips pressed against yours with such gentle passion, you could feel yourself melting into him. He pulled away looking deeply into your eyes, he was in utter disbelief that you, his goddess, wanted him too.

“Is this what you want?” He paused, “Are you absolutely certain… that I am what you want? A man that can only offer you his heart and a kingdom of darkness.”

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Winter Stole Summer’s Thrill- An Elucien Fic

Prompt fill for anonymous from the angst thing I reblogged the other day. Longer than anticipated (*sobs into my hands because i’m HOPELESS*) so it’s getting Formatted. As per, unplanned, unedited..have at it. 

Title: Winter Stole Summer’s Thrill 

Summary: prompt: “Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.” Pain to follow. Elain’s POV. 

Teaser: ‘She was going to hold him to that promise he had made to her, those words he had whispered the night before he had left. They had lain in bed together, naked, spent, their arms around one another, their chests heaving in time as they panted for breath, and he had whispered those words to her. “We will always be together, Elain. Always.” 

She had fallen asleep with those words warming her heart. She had let him walk onto that battlefield with them ringing in her ears. They were the last words he had ever spoken to her and by the Mother and the Cauldron and whatever other forgotten gods stalk the heavens and play with the lives of men and fae alike, she will hold him to them.’ 

Link: AO3 

His hand is cold in hers. The room is quiet, unusually so. Even when they had lain together here in the mornings there had always been the soft sounds of birds singing outside, the breeze wafting through the trees, the servants padding quietly up and down the halls. 

The silence now seems an omen. The windows have all been shut up tight, keeping the room as warm as possible. The birds and the breeze are exiled from this place of cold death and dark shadows. They belong to the world beyond, full of life and colour and hope, not here in this place. Elain has the urge to run to the windows, to throw them open, let the sun and the sounds of this place fill the room, lift her out of the dead feeling that’s sunk its claws into her heart. 

She doesn’t though, can’t bring herself to leave his side. The servants have all been sent away. There is only her and him, a few others who come and go. But this manor is big and they are far away, their footsteps and voices not managing to echo this far through the empty corridors to break up the quiet. 

When she speaks, her voice sounds too loud, intrusive and imposing, like a sudden rumble of thunder on a warm spring day. “Remember,” she whispers to him, “Remember when you promised me that we’d always be together?” A single tear slips down her cheek. The taste of salt is like an explosion on her tongue, ripping her from the bland, empty oasis she’s been stranded in since it happened. 

Another tear but she brushes this one away with her free hand. She shouldn’t cry in front of him, that would upset him. What would he think if he woke and found her cry at his side? She has to be strong for him. She will be strong for him. 

But she can’t help the words that fall from her lips, spilling out of her along with a fresh wave of tears she can’t hold back no matter how hard she tries. “Because I remember when I thought you meant it, when I was sure that nothing could ever take you from me; or me from you.” They’re the words of a child, that human girl she had been so long ago that’s been broken by the things that she’s seen, the things she’s endured, the things that she’s done. 

The next words are a plea, desperate and shattered, “My mate, my mate, my mate…”

They had sealed the bond two years ago. In the middle of a war but neither of them had cared about that. It was right. It was real. She had found him again on a battlefield, on two different sides of this war. She should never have been there, but they had needed everyone to fight they could and she had refused to sit safely at home alone while everyone else went out to do what they could. 

She had regretted it from the first charge. The blood. The chaos. The death. She had never been able to stand the sight of blood or gore. Even after years of living with it, the sight of Feyre cleaning and dressing a kill in their kitchen had made her feel sick. This had been a hundred times worse than that. People screaming and crying and dying and killing all around her, and she caught in the thick of it, like a doe with a shattered leg in the eye of a storm. 

Then he had been there. A blade in either hand. His red hair flying around him like fire. Fire itself bursting from him, for the first time in centuries, to protect her, his mate. They had looked at each other, standing a foot apart, both armed, both spattered in blood and filth and gore, wearing different colours. He in green and gold and she in black and red. 

They had both known what should follow. They had both know that honour, duty, loyalty, love to all those they followed, demanded their next actions. They were to take up arms against one another, fight, hurt, kill. This male…This male had helped drown her and Nesta in that Cauldron, had held Feyre under while Tamlin drowned her in his own selfish trauma after what they’d endured. He was on the other side. He had chosen. She had chosen. She owed him nothing. She didn’t know him, didn’t care about him, didn’t feel anything for him but…

But she had met those mismatched eyes, full of all the pain and terror and sadness she’s come to know so intimately, and she hadn’t been able to do it. Their swords had faltered at the same time, their power dulling, a hurricane turned to a quiet shower of rain in the face of this one they could not hurt. She had taken his arm, had begged him to do something, to rally his forces. They would listen to him, they would follow him, he could end this, end it all. 

He had. They had. 

At least that day, that one battle, they had managed to stop. She had brought him before Feyre and Rhys and he had spoken for Spring, had told them he wanted this pointless slaughter to end. The men they had saved that day had simply died the next but for that moment…She had seen something in his eyes. She had seen a hatred for this battle and bloodshed that everyone else seemed to accept as inevitable and right. She had seen a desire for peace, for true peace, what she longed for more than anything. She had seen hope. And she had never looked back. 

Still they fight. The first War had raged for seven year, she had been told. This one has lasted five already and everyone involved believes it might easily double that. More and more peoples from across the sea are getting pulled into this, taking sides, summoning armies, dragging this on and on and on, filling the world with death and pain and screams. 

Already she has worn so many faces in this game of chance they play with people’s lives, where the roll of dice sends them to fight, to kill, to die. She’s been a victim; fresh from the Cauldron, in shock, in pain, with nothing left but her skin and her sisters.

 A hope. Her powers could change this war, could give them an edge, but she doesn’t want to fight, doesn’t want to hurt, doesn’t want to kill, just wants to hide. 

A  soldier. Despite her feeble protests she had still been trained to fight - just so you can protect yourself- they had told her, but she knew, even then, that protecting herself would come at the cost of harming others and she had hated every second of it.

 A spy. She was his mate, ready made, she could get close, could make him trust her, he would never hurt her, never, never, never.

 A traitor. They knew he wouldn’t hurt her, knew he wouldn’t hurt them, not while they held her. They had never suspected she might turn on them, that her love for a stranger might be more than her lust for war and deceit. They had never suspected that might not be able to hurt him, either. 

A High Lady. The power came to her when Tamlin had fallen and Lucien had smiled and sworn his blade to Spring once more. To her. She had allied them again with Night, with her fierce sisters who found ways to thrive in this war while she felt sometimes she was barely surviving it. She and Lucien had fought and strived, turned former enemies to allies; turned former friends to dust and ash. 

But now…

A widow. 

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anonymous asked:

Sorry for this, but what do you think happened immediately after the events of This Is Not Happening? Did Scully stay with Muldr's body and insist that he was still alive? How did she accept that he was finally dead and when did she break down?

Her screams still echo in her ears as she starts running back. She feels her heart grow ice cold as she sees his lifeless body but her anger keeps her from crumbling. She’s angry at The World. At Him. At the fact that no one called paramedics to at least try something ; anything… She doesn’t want to be a skeptic about this. She starts to remove her jacket and places her hands on his chest to begin CPR. But Doggett tears her away and it’s only when she looks into Monica’s eyes that she finally sees it: his spirit is gone. He is gone.

She pleads Skinner to be allowed to go with Mulder in the ambulance. He goes talk to the paramedics. One walks towards her with a large empty black body bag but Skinner grabs him and demands they bring out the gurney instead. Doggett helps lift Mulder off the ground while Scully refuses to let go.

And so she sits in the ambulance, stroking his hair, feeling his cold scalp under her fingertips and not quite understanding how all this medical equipment and paraphernalia can be rendered so useless in the face of Death. Time seems at a standstill as the ambulance takes them to what really feels like the end of the road.

The morgue is like the many others she has been to in her life. But something is so amiss that she hopes she’s having a bad dream. He’s not standing next to her trying to poke holes into her conclusions. Instead he is lying on the spotless metal table, ready to be sliced open to satisfy scientific curiosity. No one carrying the Mulder name is left to oppose this decision. No one except her and the life they created growing inside her. She wants to refuse the autopsy but Mulder would have wanted to know. He would have wanted the truth if she had been the one lying there… So she mechanically changes into scrubs and prepares the tray. The shaky scalpel makes contact with the skin on his shoulder but it’s too much. This is Mulder ; his skin, his body, his brain that she loved so much… She has to lay down. Skinner finds her asleep next to him. He thinks it would be a macabre sight if it wasn’t so heartbreaking to witness.

The following week is a blur. Maggie is not sure what to say or do. She loved Fox, she knew his heart was good. She also knows her daughter is strong and tries to resist the grief. But one evening she checks on her in the bathroom and finds her in the now lukewarm bath, staring at the water dripping from the tub faucet. She cries as Maggie washes her back. Maggie has to be the strong one this time. As she kisses her daughter’s hair, she tells her to think about the baby. And somehow it helps. It becomes Scully’s mantra, the thought that keeps her barely afloat to get through the day, to face the sympathy in the office, to force down more than a corner of brown toast in the morning.

The funeral is unremarkable for the most remarkable man that she will ever know. It is a bittersweet irony. She chooses the suit. It’s too big considering Mulder’s gauntly corpse but she refuses to remember him as the shadow of a man lying before her. For the baby and because she and Mulder had been happy together and this is something no one, nothing can take away.

  • you: yeah cole was cool, so sad he died tho
  • me, an intellectual: the death of Cole Stewart was quite possibly one of the most tragic moments in the entire TDM series. Not only did he die completely believing he was a monster who didn't deserve to live in the first place because of his abilities, but he died fighting for the freedom of children with the same abilities who he saw as innocent victims of a cruel unaccepting world when he couldn't even find it in his heart to accept himself. His death means that his family has now lost 2 children to IAAN and the third is going to be scarred permanently after seeing not one, but two of his siblings' cold, dead bodies, especially when the realization hits that Cole died protecting him after a lifetime of killing himself to take care of him even when he didn't appreciate it. Liam Stewart will spend the rest of his life feeling guilty and responsible for his brother's death.
C a m p u s (beyond)

The worlds shift. Ten thousand thousand world lines meeting here and here and here, across the shuddering blackened ocean of empyrean primordium that makes cosmoses and cold calculating minds and ancient, dead, dreaming gods. A place here across ten thousand universes, ten thousand realms, ten thousand shimmering dreams in the perfect Void. A temple, a mossy cathedral, a dead leviathan, a forgotten crash site, a campus. Sharing space and time and matter, tears beautifully, broken glass. Shifting. Traveling. Altering. Beings that know, that make, names many things back and forth across timelines like ghosts that will never leave, things from the Overworld. Folk, call them Folk. Talking in static dreams and wandering through buildings that are and are not, chattering in forgotten canticle through the mess hall and teaching science that has not come to be yet in silent, null lectures. Entrancing. Things coming, things even the Folk do not understand. Primeval forces on the move, Perfected Minds slipping down the obsidian black lines of Fate itself.

Prepare.

[submitted to my main by ravageknight-eternal]

The message of the entire ffxv franchise was essentially that, while there might just be an inevitable fate waiting for us, the things we do in between still very much matter.

Noct, luna, regis, nyx, and ardyn never escaped their fates in the end, not even the protagonist. Even after noct learned who he was, that he was destined to be a sacrifice from the beginning, there wasn’t anything he could do to stop it. He saw no other viable option and didn’t fight it, he accepted it as did luna, regis, nyx, and (to some extent) ardyn. Everything ended just like the prophecy said. But see, that’s not even close to what the game was about. The game wasn’t about chasing a prophecy. Hours and hours of gameplay were spent helping people and building friendships and exploring the world, and that all mattered even if noct was always going to die in the end. The game was about noct and his friends; the things they did, what they felt, and the people they touched. In the end, noct still became the chosen king, but in a way he made that choice himself. In the time he’d had, he made himself someone who couldn’t just not try to save people. Similarly, kingsglaive was about luna, regis and nyx and their destinies, but it was also about the choices they made, the people they influenced, and what they felt leading up to the end. Luna giving nyx peace and fighting to try and save regis mattered. Nyx choosing to move forward mattered. Regis loving his son all those years mattered. Those were the things that were focused on.

And yeah they had to die and yes that was decided by a bunch of gods and some old dead kings, but everything they did was still important. What drew fans to noct, luna, regis, and even ardyn was who they were as people, not that they were prophesied heroes or villains. Every choice they made made an inpact on the outcome, even if the outcome was predestined. Noct could have been cold and uncaring, he could have died unmissed and unloved. He didn’t have to carve himself a place in the world. But the fact that he did affected the outcome. He still died but his death was so much more painful and meaningful because of who he was and what he did for his loved ones. Everything the characters did and who they chose to become mattered, no matter what was waiting for them at the end. Perhaps not in the grand scheme of things, but it still very much mattered both to the story and to the players.

  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Alright then, picture this if you will:
  • 10 to 2 AM, X, Yogi DMT, and a box of Krispy Kremes, in my "need to know" pose, just outside of Area 51.
  • Contemplating the whole "chosen people" thingy when a flaming stealth banana split the sky like one would hope but never really expect to see in a place like this.
  • Cutting right angle donuts on a dime and stopping right at my Birkenstocks, and me yelping...
  • Holy fucking shit!
  • Then the X-Files being, looking like some kind of blue-green Jackie Chan with Isabella Rossellini lips and breath that reeked of vanilla Chig Champa,
  • did a slow-mo Matrix descent out of the butt end of the banana vessel and hovered above my bug-eyes, my gaping jaw, and my sweaty L. Ron Hubbard upper lip and all I could think was: "I hope Uncle Martin here doesn't notice that I pissed my fuckin' pants."
  • So light in his way,
  • Like an apparition,
  • He had me crying out,
  • "Fuck me,
  • It's gotta be,
  • Deadhead Chemistry,
  • The blotter got right on top of me,
  • Got me seein' E-motherfuckin'-T!"
  • And after calming me down with some orange slices and some fetal spooning, E.T. revealed to me his singular purpose.
  • He said, "You are the Chosen One, the One who will deliver the message. A message of hope for those who choose to hear it and a warning for those who do not."
  • Me. The Chosen One?
  • They chose me!!!
  • And I didn't even graduate from fuckin' high school.
  • You better.
  • You better.
  • You better.
  • You better listen.
  • When he looked right through me
  • With somniferous almond eyes.
  • Don't even know what that means
  • Must remember to write it down.
  • This is so real.
  • Like the time he floated away.
  • See my heart is pounding,
  • 'Cause this shit never happens to me.
  • Can't breathe, right now!
  • It was so real.
  • Like I woke up in Wonderland.
  • All sort of terrifying.
  • And I don't wanna be all alone when I tell this story.
  • And can anyone tell me why
  • you all sound like Peanut's parents
  • Will I ever be coming down?
  • This is so real.
  • Finally it's my lucky day.
  • See my heart is racing,
  • 'Cause this shit never happens to me.
  • Can't breathe, right now!
  • You believe me, don't you?
  • Please believe what I just said, see they're telling true.
  • And this wasn't all in my head.
  • See they took me by the hand and invited me right in,
  • Then they showed me something.
  • I don't even know where to begin.
  • STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
  • I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
  • CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
  • GOD DAMN. SHIT THE BED!
  • (high... I I I I I... high... I I I I I)
  • (high)
  • Overwhelmed as one would be, placed in my position.
  • Such a heavy burden now to be the one.
  • Born to bear and read to all
  • The details of our ending.
  • To write it down for all the world to see.
  • But I forgot my pen,
  • Shit the bed again,
  • Typical.
  • STRAPPED DOWN MY BED. FEET COLD AND EYES RED.
  • I'M OUT MY HEAD. AM I ALIVE, AM I DEAD?
  • SUNKIST AND SUDAFED, GYROSCOPES AND INFRARED.
  • WON'T HELP, BRAIN DEAD.
  • CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID.
  • GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!
  • I...!!!
  • CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME.
  • CAN'T REMEMBER WHAT THEY SAID TO ME TO MAKE ME OUT TO BE A HERO!!!
  • Can't remember what they said.
  • OH NO, HELP NOW.
  • Can't remember what they said.
  • DON'T KNOW.
  • WON'T KNOW.
  • GOD DAMN SHIT THE BED!

before loving you, love, nothing was mine;
i walked through empty streets without any light,
nothing was important or had a name,
the world was dark and i could barely breathe.

before loving you, love, nothing was mine;
i only know those stars colliding at night,
a moon caged in the darkness of the sky,
and a galaxy of questions stuck inside my head.

before loving you, love, nothing was mine;
each and every day was cold and definitely sad,
like everything around me was empty and dead,
a book of life without its pages, or maybe it fell out of place.

before loving you, love, everything was of others or of no one,
until you came; and your words filled the emptiness in me.

—  it was my autumn before i loved you, m.a
  • Wizard101 Commercials: Oooh look at all the bright colors and whimsical magic! This is a fun game with no blood or guts or gross stuff that will scare you children! This is totally rated E for everyone!
  • Wizard101 Game: Yea, it's like that up until you get to Dragonspyre. You're literally surrounded by spikes and lava throughout the entire world. Then you have to kill a man in cold blood and reunite him with his dead wife he was trying to revive. It's kinda nice until you realize the guy you killed's brother has now just lost both of his only two surviving family members, and is now alone forever. Then you got this new evil chick named Morganthe who's a general villain until you get to this placed called Avalon and find out her Brother died, and that he kinda of forced her to kill the king after he died ahaha. Oh also later on you find out she was/is suicidal b/c she told her brother she might kill herself he dies lol. Have fun defeating all the monsters who want to drink your blood and eat you alive. But don't worry, you get this really cool companion named Dyvim, until he dies. Yea, he dies, and it's all your fault. Did i mention you failed to save an entire world? Yea, they're all dead too. You fucking asshole wizard you let an entire civilization die, how could you. Some Wizard you are. Now go defeat and collect some shit from those scary ass mobs over there ya whinny bitch.

((One second he was there, and then the next he wasn’t. One second there was shouting, and then the next there was dead silence. One second there were two, and then the next there was one. One second there was light, and the next there was darkness. One second is all it takes for there to be life. One second is all it takes for there to be death.

Cold. Cold. I’m so cold. He could feel the warmth slowly draining from his body and the cold seeping into its place, wrapping icy fingers around his muscles and prodding frozen nails into his bones. Was the world going dark or was it just him?

Hurts. Hurts. It hurts so much. But he didn’t cry out in pain. Didn’t… or couldn’t? Something thick and warm was filling his throat. Blood. He found himself fighting hard for oxygen.

Why fight for life when I’m already dead…? Dying for a second time was always worse. More blood, more pain, more reality. Only a few unlucky souls like him had to endure this kind of suffering. And the worst part of it all? He’d done nothing to deserve it. It was his first death that had been a failure. It was his first death that bound him to the plane of existence for a second life.

Midnight sky, pale moon. A chilly autumn breeze. Your hand in mine, our laughter echoing in the cool night air. Our feet… we danced. We danced, and it was beautiful. And then you kissed me. You kissed me, and I kissed back. We fell into the grass, you climbed atop my hips. You pinned me down and looked into my eyes. “I love you, I love you, and I’m never going to stop loving you.” That’s what you said to me, do you remember? And then you kissed me again. And I kissed you again.

With trembling fingers he reached out. He reached, but found nothing.

And then we rose, giddy with lust. And we walked. We were going back to your house. But we never made it, did we? We stopped at the crosswalk. We waited for the signal. But then… you walked out into the middle of the street. “There are no cars here. It’s safe.” Ironic that those were your last words to me, huh?

Cold. Cold. It was so, so cold.

You waited for me in the middle of the crosswalk while I argued that we should wait for the signal. And then the truck appeared, seemingly out of nowhere… and I dove. My body collided with yours. I knocked you out of the way. I saved your life, but at the expense of my own. The truck hit. I felt no pain. One second I was there, and the next I wasn’t. My eyes opened.

He curled in on himself.

You were on the ground. You were on your knees next to… me? But… how? I’m… right here… Sam! Sam, look at me! Sam? You were crying, you were shaking me. But I… didn’t move. And then I looked down at myself. Oh. I died. The realization was nowhere near as shocking as it should have been. I watched you for a few moments. You cried out my name. You called for me. I heard you, but I was unable to respond. My heart, if I even had one anymore… something twisted inside me. I walked toward you. I reached for you. I reached, but I found nothing.

Dark. Dark. It’s so, so dark.

And then I crouched down beside you… beside us. What used to be us. I closed my eyes. “I love you, I love you, and I’m never going to stop loving you.” I touched your cheek. I promised right then and there that I’d look after you forever. I’d watch over you forever. I’d never stop loving you, ever. I’d never let you go. Ever.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”

I saved you again. I died… again.

There was a body lying several feet away, but he’d awaken in a couple of minutes. It was the body consumed in shadow, the body that had already died once, the body that killed itself for the same person twice, that would never awaken again.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I love you.”

I saw the car heading right for you. No. Not you, too. I dove. I felt pain. I looked over at you. You were safe, you were safe. I kept my promise. I kept it to the very end.

“And I’ll never stop loving you.” His final breath escaped his pale lips as his eyelids slowly shut.

I loved you, I loved you, and I never stopped loving you.))

BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

Well. I’ve been so obsessed with the new album and music video that i decided to base this scenario off of Run. This is so long, because I was originally thinking of using the idea to start a new fanfiction, so this is a very condensed version of that. I hope you enjoy and sorry for the wait!!!! 


BTS Scenario - RUN (Yoongi Gang AU)

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.

The next morning, I arrived to class half an hour late but uncaring. No one had been there to tell me to wake up or scold me for being late like usual, so I had just kept sleeping. I walked into the classroom and made my way to my seat.

“Y/N? Where’s your late pass. And please be respectful and bow when you enter the classroom.”

I ignored him, settling into my seat and finding a comfy position to lay my head down in. “Y/N!” I jumped at the force of hand slamming down on my desk. “Detention.” He handed me a slip and turned back to the front of the classroom. I looked at it for a second and then crumpled it up, throwing it to the ground and resuming my sleeping position.

Some time later, I heard voices nearby, waking me from my stupor.

“Y/N, you really are hard core, huh? First punching Suga and today refusing to greet the teacher and throwing your detention pass to the ground?” I saw that J-Hope was the one speaking, an incredulous look on his face. It had to be lunch time, because then I noticed three of the other boys from yesterday lounging around me with J-Hope, Suga ignoring the ordeal and looking out the window absently.

“You’re seriously amazing! Where’d you learn to punch like that?” One of the guys asked, “Oh I’m Jimin, by the way.”

I just stared at him, long enough to make his enthusiastic expression melt away.

“She really is cold.” One of the others shivered slightly.

“Shut up, V! She just doesn’t like the attention can’t you tell?” Another one said.

“Oh little Jungkookie knows everything it seems.” V retorted, earning a playful slap from the one they called Jungkook. Suddenly, they were all playing around and laughing.

“Go away.” I said, standing from my seat and gathering up my things.

“Y/N, you’re so cold!” J-Hope whined. “You’re the first person who has ever stood up against Suga, we’re just trying to get to know you!”

“Will you all shut up?! Jesus!” Suga’s loud voice filled every corner of the room as he stood up, the chair slamming to the ground. Before anyone could reply he was storming out of the classroom. I watched him go, slightly dumbfounded and for some reason, a little disappointed.

That night, on my way home, all I could think about were those stupid boys and their stupid gang. Whatever they were involved in, it took a toll on both Suga and Jin. That much was clear. I entered the long tunnel that spilled out into the city near my house and immediately noticed something was wrong. Cars were backed up and honking relentlessly. Squinting, I noticed that halfway down the tunnel, a large pickup truck was parked so that it blocked both lanes, stopping all traffic. There was hollering and excited yelps from every direction and I watched as the people in the cars got angrier and angrier. My feet inched closer to the disruption and that’s when I saw them.

I noticed V first, crouched on the hood of a car with a spray paint can in his hand as he ‘X’ed out the windshield and laughed maniacally. BTS was in the road between cars, flying across the tops of them, and causing all sorts of mayhem. J-Hope spit his drink out at a window, while Jimin dumped his on the top of a car. They screamed and danced around, laughing and having so much fun. As much as I could tell that this was a huge disturbance, I was fascinated and I watched in awe. They had each other’s backs—that much was clear. They all had a reason for what they were doing, like their youth was taking a toll on them and this was them fighting back. It made me dizzy with jealousy to see how much they loved each other, to see them creating memories right before my eyes.

Then I spotted Suga. He seemed drunk on the rush of what he was doing, and it made him he even more attractive than before. He chucked his cup at a car, and that’s when the first person started to get out of their car. Suga called out a warning and they all started running for the pick up truck, climbing into the back before the driver pulled away crazily, all of them screaming and shouting from the truck bed. Within seconds, traffic went back to normal, and it was like nothing ever happened. I blinked a couple of times before continuing forward.

I didn’t like that I could feel myself getting attached to where I was. J-Hope, Jungkook, Jimin, and V tried to talk to me everyday, but I continued to shut them down. Sometimes Rap Monster and Jin even showed up. They would just talk around me, assuming I was listening and halfway through lunch, Suga would always get up and leave, like clockwork. They could tell I was warming up from my occasional smiles or quiet chuckles. I tried so hard to fight it.

“Y/N come to our party tonight.” Jimin ordered and I ignored him.

“Aww come on, Y/N! We know you like having us around! You have to warm up at some point!” Jungkook insisted.

I still refused to say anything, giving them all cold glares.

“Well here’s the address anyway.” J-Hope pushed a paper over to me and I crumpled it up. They all sighed and continued with their conversation. I didn’t throw the paper to the ground though. Instead I kept it tightly sealed in my palm, refusing to open it until I got home later.

They neglected to inform me that the party would be held in an abandoned railway car, but I stood watching from the outside I could hear pounding music and just barely see flashing lights. What was I doing here? I was breaking all of my rules.

Painted in large spray paint letters on the outside of the car were the words “Wasted Youth Enter the Void”

Without thinking, I hoisted yourself up and pulled the door open, revealing the mess of party goers inside. There were old couches everywhere and a million twinkle lights hanging from the ceiling as people danced and drank and acted like complete fools. The music was so loud it made my head ache. In the corner I could see most of BTS yelling and jumping around, having a great time together like always.

“You came.” Someone shouted from behind me and I turned quickly to see Jin, a dazed look on his face and a half empty red solo cup in his hand.

I nodded shortly, pushing past him to get myself a drink. If I was going to stay here, there was no way I would be able to do it sober. Usually I didn’t drink. In fact, I’ve always been very adamant about not drinking to solve my problems. But something about this place, the atmosphere. None of my actions made sense anymore. I just did things without thinking.

I felt Jin’s warm hand on my arm and shrunk away. He came close to me, only a breath away. “I’m really glad you came.”

I pulled away as quick as I could, suddenly feeling really uncomfortable. “Jin, you’re drunk. Please keep your hands to yourself.”

“Y/N!” I heard J-Hope shout from across the room and my eyes followed his voice. But it wasn’t him that I saw. Instead it was the lifeless eyes that for once didn’t look so lifeless and were instead sparked with a little bit of disbelief. Suga seemed to take an involuntary step forward before stopping himself.

They made their way over to us and I stared at my shoes, not knowing what to say.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” I heard Jungkook tell me quietly, an embarrassed look on his face. They all had glitter in their hair and red cups in their hands. I watched as Suga suddenly downed the rest of his drink and pushed past me to refill his cup, then proceeding to gulp down that one.

I realized that Jungkook was still looking at me and I blushed a little bit. Looking down I said quietly. “Thanks.”

“SHE SPOKE! SHE SAID SOMETHING OTHER THAN HER COLD PHRASES!” J-Hope started to jump around like a horse and I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit.

Just then, the door slammed open and seven silhouettes entered as if they owned the place. Rap Monster straightened and pushed through us to meet them. “You aren’t welcome here.”

“I thought this was an open party.” A guy with white blonde hair chuckled slightly, reaching to snatch Suga’s cup out of his hand and taking a swig. I rolled my eyes. The testosterone was suddenly overwhelming.

“You aren’t welcome here, Jackson. Please show yourselves out before we do.” Rap Monster, as always, was very civil, but Jackson just laughed.

“I’d like to see you try.”

Again, my body moved on instinct. I did something I never would have done before. My wrist snapped forward, and the cup that I had been about to drink from was suddenly dousing Jackson from head to toe in warm beer.

Slowly, every single one of them turned to look at me in absolute shock. I kept my bored expression and took out my phone. “You’re annoying.”

And again, I was thrown against a wall forcefully, but this time, Jackson didn’t look like he would be too forgiving. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing, I’d like to take you home and—“ Before he could finish, he was being thrown across the room by a figure with mint green hair and a furious expression.

“Keep your hands off her.” Suga growled as Jackson stood up.

“Looks like you’re Suga’s newest whore, huh?” Jackson smirked and Suga was on him again, throwing punches left and right.

Some of his other guys had circled me while I had been too busy watching to pay attention. One threw me over his shoulder while the other attempted to hit me. Jin and J-Hope came out of nowhere trying to get my attackers. The entire party had stopped to watch, but had done nothing to help. I managed to get away from the two guys with the help of Jin and J-Hope, but they just kept coming for me. Everyone was fighting and I was getting ready to defend myself.

Rap Monster managed to get out, “Suga! Get her out of here!”

There were growls and more punches from Suga, but Rap Monster insisted. “NOW.”

Before I could even think, Suga had grabbed onto my wrist and was yanking me out of the car and down the train tracks. “Run.”

And I did, holding tightly onto his hand and keeping up with him easily as my heart pounded in my ears, the warmth from his hand spreading sparks throughout my entire body. We didn’t stop until we were in the middle of a deserted bridge and then Suga abruptly halted, bending over to catch his breath. I breathed hard and tried to gather my thoughts. Suga pushed me lightly and stumbled back. “You idiot! Why would you do that?”

Anger formed in my chest. “We all knew you guys were gonna fight no matter what, I just sped up the process and got to have my input.” I swung my legs over the bridge railing and perched on the side. There was nothing to catch me if I slipped but I didn’t mind.

After a few seconds, he joined me without a word, still panting slightly. “Stop doing stupid things. You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” His words were a quiet threat, but they didn’t scare me.

“I’m not getting myself into anything your friends are the ones he keep showing up next to me every day.”

We were silent for what felt like forever, but it was a comfortable silence. The most comfortable I had been in a very long time. I think he felt it too, because his shoulders relaxed in a way I had never seen before.

“I know you won’t listen or insist that you have nothing to do with us. But you really shouldn’t get caught up with us, Y/N. We’re going nowhere. Never have and never will. We fight and drink and party to keep the pain away but it’s always there at the end of the day.” His voice was raw, honest. I couldn’t remember the last time I had let someone open up to me and vice versa.

“What if I’m not going anywhere either?” It came out quiet, but I knew he could hear it.

He shook his head. “No. You aren’t like us, Y/N. You’re choosing it I can tell. I hate that you’re choosing this.”

I decided to ignore him. “What’s your real name, Suga?”

“To you, it’s Suga.” He answered instantly, staring at me with those lifeless eyes before continuing to look out at the bay.

“Then to you it’s Idiot Girl.” I replied stubbornly, getting up from the railing and starting to climb back over. He jumped over easily and when I looked at him, his eyes shined a little bit with amusement.

“It’s always been that to me.” He shot back easily, shooting you a smile. Wait. Was he flirting? I stared a little bit and in the process lost my footing and slipped. My heart skipped a beat as I felt my weight shift backwards. Like lightning, he was there gripping my waist tightly and pressing me against the railing. I could feel the warmth of his body through the cold metal, and all of the breath left my lungs. We were inches away from one another and I could see into the depths of those dark eyes. He looked slightly frantic, “Idiot girl.” He mumbled. I prayed he couldn’t feel the way my heart raced. It had been so long since I had felt anything besides emptiness, and he was the reason for that.

We stayed like that for a minute or two, both of us breathing heavy from the rush, our chests just barely touching. And then using his arm for support I climbed back over, remembering that I wasn’t supposed to be close, that I was supposed to keep the wall high. I surged forward without a word, and after just a second I heard him trailing behind. “I can get home by myself.”

“I’m not leaving you alone, Idiot Girl.” He grumbled, pushing past me so he could stand in front. I pushed past him again, how did he expect to find my house without me leading the way? He settled for walking next to me. We didn’t speak again, that comfortable silence taking over.

My house came into view shortly after, and I stopped when we came in front of it, turning to him. “Thanks. See you at school.”

“The lights aren’t on.” He stared at my dark empty house with concern.

“They never are. Goodnight.” And then I went inside without another word.

On Monday, the boys came in with bruised faces and cuts but wicked grins, indicating that they had won their fight.

“Did you see Y/N? She was so fearless!” J-Hope looked at me with admiration and I just shoved him a little.

“You and Suga missed out on the best parts of the fight.” Jimin boasted, remembering it all. At the mention of his name, I unconsciously looked up at him at the same time that he looked at me. He smiled a little bit and looked away making my heart beat unevenly. I stood up and gathered up my stuff. “Where are you going?”

“None of your business.” I sighed. I walked the halls in quiet thought, trying to shake everything I was feeling. As I rounded a corner I ran head first into the person I was trying to clear from my thoughts. He had his nose stuck in a book and hadn’t seen me coming.

His hands shot out to steady me and I felt warm where they connected with my waist. A blush crept up my neck against my will. “Idiot Girl.”

“Nameless Boy.”

“I have a name, it’s not my fault if you choose to not accept it.” He replied with an evil smirk. I repaid that with a punch on the arm before getting up and walking away.

Things continued that way all week. It felt like Suga and I were dancing around each other, walking a thin line. I continued to warm up to the guys, and Suga seemed to stay around longer than before, only leaving after particular comments aimed at me it seemed.

On Friday night, I went home like normal. They had invited me to another party, but I felt like it was best if I stayed in. I wasn’t looking for any repeats of the last party. I spent most of the night watching movies in the dark, trying my best not to think about them and particularly Suga.

When two a.m. rolled around I decided it was time for bed and was just settling in when I felt a couple taps on my window. My immediate reaction was a racing heart and to imagine the worst case scenario. But like always recently, my body acted before my mind and I pulled the curtain back. On the other side was a shock of green hair leaning casually. My heart jumped in my chest. I cracked the window. “Go away.”

“Idiot, let me in.” His words were slightly slurred, and I remembered the way that he drank last week. He was drunk.

“Not like that.” I answered flatly.

But he ignored me, pushing the window open more and climbing in. I just stood by, too tired to prevent it from happening. He tripped a little and stumbled.

“Get out.”

“Why didn’t you come to the party?” He was talking normally, despite the slur, for the first time since I had met him, and it only took several cups of liquor to do it. He sat down on my bed and smiled warmly at me, sending shivers throughout my body.

“Despite what you might think, I have no desire to get beat up or wasted.”

“Why do you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Pretend like we mean nothing to you.”

“You don’t.”

“And here I was spending all night and all week thinking about you and your lips.” He replied honestly, chuckling slightly at his own words while I stared at him, frozen. He seemed to detect my silence and suddenly became embarrassed. “I—“

“Please stop.” I said as coldly as possible.

He looked at me blankly. “Stop what?”

“Stop looking at me and talking to me and trying to get my attention. It won’t work! I can’t feel anything, I won’t feel anything!” I exclaimed, frustration and all of my emotions that I had kept at bay building up in my eyes.

He stood silently, his eyes slightly hooded as he stood just centimeters from me. “I don’t want to.”

I pushed his chest. “Stop.”

“Y/N.” It was the first time I had heard him say my name. It sent butterflies throughout me and I hated it.

I pushed again. “Stop!”

“Y/N.”

“Get out!” I screamed, pushing him harder. He stumbled back from the alcohol and the force, looking at you with hurt in his eyes. I turned away so that he couldn’t see the tears that were gathering in my eyes.

I heard the window open but I knew he was still there. “It’s Yoongi. Min Yoongi.” And then he was gone, and I was sobbing uncontrollably for the first time in years. I liked him, I liked him so much that it hurt, and I couldn’t let myself have those feelings. I was alone and I always would be.

When I got back to school I tried my hardest to avoid them all. It wasn’t hard with Suga but the others obviously didn’t get the memo. I had gotten too close and now I needed to step back. Before I left to hide somewhere during lunch from them, I heard a piece of J-Hope and Suga’s conversation.

“Yeah, today, right after school in the alley. They’re bringing back up I heard so be prepared.” J-Hope whispered furiously.

“I’m always prepared.” Suga growled. “Jackson and his band of idiots don’t scare me.”

I left without listening any longer. It didn’t concern me anymore and quite frankly it never should have.

That day, the teacher made me stay after to go over the notes since I had been sleeping. Again. By the time I had begun heading home, the sun was starting to set. Before my feet could set down on the route to my house I remembered something. They were going to fight today. In the alley where I had first met them.

I don’t know why I went. I don’t know why I was physically incapable of saving myself any longer. But I was so glad that I did.

All by himself in the darkest corner of the alley, Suga sat breathing heavily, his face bruised and cut, blood covering his white shirt. I ran toward him without a second thought. “Suga,” I breathed when I was right there and he finally noticed me, shooting me a lopsided smile through his cuts.

“Y/N. I thought you hated me.”

For once I decided to be honest with him and myself. “I hate what you’re doing to me, idiot. I’m scared. I’m scared to let you in.”

“I am too.” He replied in a labored breath.

“What happened? Where is everyone?” I was slightly frantic, he was not in a good condition at all.

“The hospital. I held the other gang off.”

“Why are they at the hospital?” I almost screamed, hysterical at the thought of one of them being hurt.

“Jin, he…they had a gun, Y/N.” He choked a little bit on the words, a single tear escaping his eye. I caught it with a kiss and pulled him to me as gently as possible. Jin. The one who had been kindest to me at all of them. The one whose tree I had stolen.

“He’s gonna be okay Yoongi I swear. He’s gonna be okay.” But I was crying for the second time in the same week.

Because he wasn’t.

Originally posted by yoonkooks

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zuendzie  asked:

[RP-Zuendzie/Kieffer-Ludwig-Mundy] "Ak.. my head..." he rubbed his eyes, knocking his glasses off his face as he sat up. He had no idea where he was or how he got there, but he needed to get back to Teufort ASAP. (RP Starter :3)

The lavender haired girl was staring at the man, drinking her cup of cold milk slowly. How did he even get here? Malagrima was a dead planet, well.. A burnt planet to be exact. And she doubt a human can even find her place. So how in the world did he get there?

Glitter shook her head. This wasn’t a time for questions. “Hey, um.. Are you okay?” She went closer to him, reaching her hand out. (Hi RP- senpai :D!)

Clark Kent Imagine

Request: “Imagine knowing Clark since childhood and one day he sees you crying and asks why and you say because the world is hopeless because there’s no one to save it. And it inspires him to become Superman.”

Clark comforts you and you unconsciously inspire him to become Superman.

You always loved the sunset of Smallville. It’s sun almost seemed alien from the one you saw in Metropolis. Smallville’s was more vibrant, more warm. There were no buildings slicing its beaming light in jagged strips, there were no places left untouched. You’d only visited the city a couple of times, all times of which you hated. The city was cold and grey, the sun barely able to seep through. The people were scary. Their expressions were dead and down. No one smiled, no one seemed to hold any hope. So you preferred the open air spaces of Smallville, the purple, pink and yellow sunsets warming you nicely. Every afternoon seemed like a perfect one, so perfect a smile would fall upon your lips.

But today, there was no smile to accompany the perfect afternoon.

Your eyes felt drained and too tired to let any more tears through. Your body was leaning against a stack of hay, almost lifeless. You didn’t bother to move an inch, too busy sinking into your despairing thoughts. You watched the sun set. It’s rays bright; almost too bright. Your eyes had to squint, but you didn’t mind and you didn’t bother to move. You sniffled, your body jolting slightly as you did.

Your usual happy self was hypnotised of the disarranged thoughts of life and humanity. You were scared of the world you lived in, and what the future held. You didn’t want to live a life of fear. You wanted the world to be hopeful and full of love, but no one was there to give it the saviour it needed.

You felt a sudden coldness sweep over you as someone stood at your feet, blocking the beams of the sun as they stood in front of you. You fluttered your eyes, and looked up. The person wasn’t visible, they were only a silhouette. But the shape of the body and the calm quiet stance of the man was enough to let you know who it was. You looked back down slowly upon realisation;

“Are you okay?” Clark’s voice was soft and careful.

“I’m not sure.” You replied, voice just as quiet.

Clark moved to your side and sat down next to you, his back leaning on the hay along with you. He looked into the sunset, the sun half asleep under the earth.

“We usually smile when we watch the sunset.” He said quietly. “What’s made you upset?”

He waited patiently, his eyes focused on the sun but his ears ready to listen intently. He’d known you since childhood, and knew in an instant when something wasn’t right.

“Do you ever wonder about the future?” You asked,

He nodded, “All the time.” He turned to you, “What about the future do you think about?”

You looked down and played with your fingers, another wash of dread coming over you.

“I wonder how i’m going to survive in this world.”

He sat back,  “Well,you’re going to survive because you’re strong.”

The air begins to cool,

“But it’s gotten to the point where our bare human hands can’t fix what we’ve caused.” You look at him,

“We’ve lost hope! How can i have a future when this world is hopeless?” You say. Clark thinks hard, his brain in over-drive. Sure, he’d known this world wasn’t in its finest form, but he never thought about how it would hold in the future,

“Our world,” you say, sniffling again, causing Clark to look at you and place a hand on your shoulder, “-is already gone.” You lean your head on his shoulder and he brings you in, his cheek resting on your head, “There’s no one that’s willing to save it.”

Something in Clark flickered.

He looked out into the sunset and watched it, his hand rubbing your arm. He knew he was different. He knew he wasn’t like anyone else.  And maybe his abilities could be that saviour that you asked for. Maybe, just maybe, he could help someday, even if it was just in the slightest. Maybe he was the calling of a greater good, one that would save the future. Were there others like him? Were there others willing to risk everything to save and bring back hope to this decaying world?

“But we do.” He said. You continued to watch the sunset. It was almost asleep.

“Someone out there will. I promise”

“How can you be sure?” You asked. You sat up and looked at Clark, disregarding the sun set as it now was only a glowing line just above the earth.

Clark smiled, and grabbing your hand. You squeezed it and looked into his eyes, not noticing the sky around you was washing over a navy night blue,,

“Because i promised you. And my promises are always kept.”

At that time, your mind was clueless. You had no idea of the promise and weight of Clark’s words. You had no idea that soon, the world would be introduced to Superman. You had no idea that Clark would fulfill his promise to you, and you had no idea, that Clark would become humanity’s hope, and the savour of the world. He would become a legend in his own right, a tale upon the centuries.

But for now, he was Clark, a man willing to spend the afternoon comforting you, until he knew deep down in his heart that you were alright. In the future, Clark would reveal to you, that even after years of marriage, this moment was one he remembered forever; Not because you two fell in love shortly after, but because it was a moment that inspired him to become the man the world needed most;

The Man of Steel.


-Back with some mr. kent. 

-oh i wish how superman was real..

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Bucky x Reader

Prompt: “I’m scared”

“You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?”

Genre: angst, mention of deaths, and blood and some good old fluff at the end.

A/N: here you go!


Sing me to Sleep

You can’t remember exactly what happened, vague memories of guns shooting, bombs dropping off from heaven as if Satin took charge on it. Innocent people ending up either getting injured or worse… Dying. It made your gut twist with guilt. You may not have felt even a single scratch scarring your body, but you did feel the pain of letting people down, the families and the friends of all of them who died today.

The mission was so rough, yet you fought until the last muscle of you body pained and begged you to stop. Even then, you were not willing to give in. It was the matter of life and death and pathetically, today evil won, giving the title to death.

Your team tried to convince you, that it’s not your fault, that you tried your level best. But you can’t stop thinking of all the blood staining your hands.

Night time was the worse and the vision of bloody bodies laying lifeless in front of you, made you want to run away from life and hide in such a place where you can think and redeem the wrong you did.

At the end you professed abject repentance of all the wrong that happened right in front of your eyes.

You wanted to comfort yourself, but the last resort of seeking it had failed you. How dare you expected sleep to invade your haunting nightmares?

A salty tear escaped the corner of your eyes, as you lay still in your bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. You lull your head to a side, and burry your face into your pillow, muffling your frustrated screams. You get up and walk out of your room. Pacing in front of the only door you shouldn’t be.

Fuck, what’s the time right now? Past midnight, before it? You cursed yourself for not checking it before leaving the room. But now that you’re here, there’s no turning back.

You knock on the door hard enough to wake him up. Well, it took a lot of effort on your part, since the guy is such a heavy sleeper.

“Who the hell-?” He rubs his eyes and stops mid-sentence when he sees you. Your face showing only a thousand emotions. Fear, desperation, exhaustion? You name it.

“Can I come in?” You ask in a whisper.

Bucky’s opens his mouth to protest, but the tiredness in your eyes and the black rings surrounding them, told him to have mercy on you and he simply nods his head and steps aside, letting you in.

What’s up?“ Bucky asks and he immediately regrets saying that. He knows ‘what is up’ with you. He carried your beaten up body back to the jeep and held your hand while the nurse cleaned you up and taped you back in place.

“I’m scared,” You answer nonetheless and sit on his bed, cross legged. “I just… I don’t know, just hold me will you?”

Bucky’s lips tug upwards into smile, a sad one, you noted. He kneels down on the marbel floor in front of you. You look at him, expectantly.

“You knocked on my door, at 1 in the morning to cuddle?”

His attempt at joking only earns him a punch on the shoulder. And you wince hard when your knuckles sting. Damnit, you completely forgot about punching some thousand HYDRA agents today…

“Shut up. And put me to sleep.” You complain, voice straining as you chuckled at him.

“Well, if I shut up, then how will I sing you your favorite lullaby, doll?” Bucky quirks a brow up at you and stands up. He gently pushes your shoulders so your laying on the mattress on your back and tucks you in. His comforter felt a million times better than yours and you love how it smelt like him. Not his shampoo, or his cologne or the minty after shave. But him. You’ll never admit it to him but you swear to God, his muscy scent is enough to put you to sleep. But why only that, when you have the real treat. You’ll use his sheets when he’s out on a solo mission.

Bucky slides in and rests his head on his palm. He strokes your hair, and starts singing to you, slowly but surely making you yawn and your eyelids heavy, with his soft and rich voice.

You know it’s safe to take your problems to Bucky and share with him, because he’ll never turn his back on you. He loves how he’s able to help you and how you don’t hesitate to come near him.

He nuzzles his face in the adjoining space between you neck and shoulder. You could feel the cold tip of his nose brushing against your sensitive skin there. A soft smile stretches your lips and next you know, you’re dead to the world for the next 12 hours. Bucky, with a soft yawn of his own, looks down at your peaceful face, and places a soft kiss on your cheek. Sure, your face is littered with bruises, but he still calls you perfect.

“I love you, doll.”

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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Daddy’s Lil Stark pt 4

A/N : I wrote this while listening to Without Me by Eminem on a loop because for some reason that song really really helps me write??? I was going to make this longer but its a perfect 1234 lol 

pt 1 / pt 2 / pt 3

Summary: (AU) After Maya dies Tony is shocked to find out she has a daughter product of that night 20 years ago. Alone and with no one else to go to, Victoria moves in with her newly found father, Tony Stark. How will the world and the avengers react to the a new Stark? Set after iron man 3.

Warnings : Angst and slight cussing

Words : 1234

Pairing : Tony Stark x Daughter

Originally posted by duckbuttt

Immediately after Fury left Natasha lead me to my room. Nobody wanted me to stay in the living room. something about Tony panicking. “I’m sorry if the place looks a little, well dead. Tony likes the cold modern style.” The red head stepped aside for me to soak in the environment.  

The white marble floors contrasted with the dark grey furniture decorating the place. I dragged my bag as I looked around trying to find a splash of color. Besides the few potted plants the entire room was made of several shades of grey and white.

“I feel like I’m in Cruella de Vil’s room.” 

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Trees like veins
stretching across cloudy skies
pumping life from one corner to another
Veins like trees
reaching around shoulders
down fingers like branches
to and from the heart at the same time

Freckles like stars
peppering cheeks and noses and chests
decorating skin like snow
or glitter
tracing constellations
down the curves of a spine
Stars like freckles
a dash of light
across the deep dark face of our universe
telling stories of loves lost
and homes found

Caves like mouths
echos on rocks like a voice born in a throat
chanting songs of long nights
lit by a single eternal window to the world
Mouths like caves
full of shadows
and stalagmites
no one knows
what monsters lurk in those depths
itching to roar
to shove away
anyone foolish enough
to camp at the entrance
the creatures roam through rows and rows
of glittering jewels
diamonds plucked from rock
at just the right moment
to induce fireworks and butterflies
in another human being

Bodies like planets
turning, glowing, unstoppable
harsh and powerful, volcanoes erupting
at every shift in the soul
speckled in craggy mountain tops
places never to be touched
always cold and liked that way
caverns too deep even for worms
because nobody needs to know
what lies in the puddles at the bottom
Planets like bodies
living, nurturing, loving
there is no end to the beauty in this
dirt soft and pliable like a mind
vulnerable if it’s touched just right
dead much too easy

Look at the way everything echos
isn’t it glorious?

—  A.O.A.M. || People Like Universes
Ten Years

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1180

Warnings: None, just pure fluff

AN: This was done for @one-shots-supernatural 10K Follower Celebration Challenge! Thank you so much for letting me participate in your challenge and congratulations again on 10k! I hope this was okay for your challenge. Thanks as always to @jalove-wecallhimdean for being my beta!

Originally posted by dean-sam-winchesterbros

You never realize how fast time passes you by until something happens to make you stop in your tracks. You’d never really celebrated much since your family died when you were so young. The only family you ever remember having is your current one. It has gotten smaller and smaller over the years, but it’s still your family.

Dean and Sam Winchester have been in your life for twenty years now, give or take a year. You love them both unconditionally and would do anything for either of them, and you have on more than one occasion. You just loved the boys differently. Sam was your much bigger little brother in every sense of the word. Your relationship was built around deep conversations, common interests, and a protectiveness that ran deeply. Your relationship with Dean on the other hand was built around passion, shared dreams, and a love that only grows more every day.

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