the-detroit-maggot asked:

*i walk up to this abandon looking building. My friends told me I can get a good job here, that it'll be even better than my current job**i shake my head and walk away until I hear the door open* hmm??

Meth walked wearing a long tight sleeveless dress. Her nose, lip and eyebrow piercings were all black. She smiled “welcome” she raises her eyebrows slightly as she looked at him

The Cop and The Thief - Chapter 2 - KBTBB fanfic (Baba x MC x Mamoru)

The morning sun light invaded the room, killing the earlier penumbra. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness. I tried to sit on my bed, but a very strong pain on my hips wouldn’t let me. Yet I tried to get up, supporting my weight on the desk near the bed. The pain is something I need to get over, so I tried to ignore it. No success. My arms and legs got weak and I fell on the floor, bringing my phone down with me. I sighed. ‘Great job, Pam.’. I head the door opening and turned my head to see Baba standing there with concerned eyes gazing at me.

“Hey princess, you’re finally awake. How’s it feeling?”

“So good that I can’t even walk properly.” I try to get up “Ugh”

“Easy there, let me help you.” He made his way toward me and picked me up like the bridal way and sat me on the bed.

“Thank you…”

“Here” he handed me some pain killers.

“Don’t get up, be right back.”

“As if I would go somewhere.” He laughed a little and left the room.

I lifted the blankets a bit so I could examine my bruises. I was wearing a top that was exposing my ribs which were bandaged, I saw a big red stain on my right side. 'That men must have cut my skin and I didn’t even noticed.’ Now that my injuries had been properly treated, I just need to focus to get better. I don’t know what I would do without him. Of course, we get into a lot of trouble all the time, but he always take care of me. I can’t even bare to think what would have happened to me if he wasn’t there to help me get back home. I would probably go to jail or some thugs would have found me. I felt a heavy pressure beside me on the bed and saw Baba smiling at me.

“Now you can have your pain killers.” He handed me a cup of water and I took the medicine down my throat. “So, Pam, do you remember anything about last night?”

“I wouldn’t say I remember the whole night, but I know that we got the tiara, right?” He nodded and I smiled. “Well, that’s important.”

“Pam not as important as you, it’s just a tiara. I’m talking about you, if you remember what happened.”

“The last thing I remember is that I got into a fight with Mr. Miyata and when I tried to run away from the scene… Everything turned black and then… I’m here. Oh and thank you, for taking care of me.”

“No need to thank me, princess. I called a friend of mine, he’s a doctor and he came to give a check on you.”

“Oh right, say I send my gratitude to him.”

“Oow! What happened to my sarcastic little princess? I’ve never heard you say so much 'thank you’ in a short period of time. How hard did you hit your head?”

“Oh shut up already!” I said blushing and he started laughing at my embarrassment.

A few days later

After a really long series marathon on Netflix, I woke up almost in the afternoon. Since the day I opened my eyes and found myself lying on my bed with my torso bandaged with Baba taking care of me, I’m not allowed to do anything that could hurt me even more. At the beginning I liked to be a little spoiled by Baba, but come on… I’m not a porcelain doll. Basically my days have been resumed on Netflix, bed, food and video games. I’m starting to get lazy.

I stretched and got up to wash my face. In the middle of the way from my bed to the bathroom, I stopped in front of the mirror. I lifted my pajama’s shirt and removed my old bandages. The cut on my right rib is starting to heal properly, my bruises are starting to get green colored which means that it’ll disappear soon. I noticed that I had bags under my eyes and my tummy started to get salient.

“Yeah… I guess it’s time to get back to the normal me. Training is starting today, Pam!” I said to myself with determination.

I washed my face, organized my bed and had a quick breakfast with omelette and orange juice. I walked to my wardrobe and picked up a black and comfortable shirt and a black legging. I dressed up, put my running shoes and made a high ponytail. If Baba catch me training… He definitely won’t like it, so I have to finish before his daily visit to my apartment to check on me. I sighed and went to a quick run around the block to warm up my muscles. The pain on my ribs isn’t that bad anymore, I can say that it’s bearable.

People were following their regular routine, buying groceries at the little market, working, chatting. I continue running and a little door called my attention because of the noises that I could heard. It looked like a men was yelling at someone, but there wasn’t a second voice. I was getting even more curious at each step I made through that door. When I got near the place I wanted, the door was sharply opened and a frustrated male figured stormed out with a puppy on his hands.

“Die in the alley, stupid and useless thing!” He put the little dog down, not in a gentle way. That scene made me furious. How can someone do such a thing to a little creature?!

“HEY! Go make YOURSELF useful, asshole! You just can’t do that!”

“Haha of course I can, I’m doing it just now. But if you’re so touched with this… This thing… Why don’t you take care of this little piece of shit?”

“I won’t take care of you, I’ll take care of the dog!” I send a death glare to him and he gave up easily and went inside the place again, closing the door behind him as sharply as before.

The puppy was crawled near the wall and scared. I gently and calmly walked though it. I knew how he felt, I grew up in a place without my parents, I was just as lonely and scared as it was. I knew the little dog needed me and I will take good care of it. I extended my hand and the puppy noses it and then licked the back on my hand accepting my touch. It was a boy.

“I guess Apollo is suitable for you, boy. They said he was really handsome, just like you’re… And your future father…” Wait, did I just said that Baba will be his father and that he’s handsome at the same sentence? What’s wrong with me? “Let’s go home my pretty boy.”

I picked him up and headed back to my apartment. I closed the door behind me and started to make my way to the bathroom, to give my new friend a good bath.

“Where did you go?! I was getting worried! Didn’t I said to stay here and don’t leave?”

I jumped and turned around to see Baba sitting at my sofa, he looked at my hands and relaxed.

“I’m sorry! I just wanted to get back training, so I went for a run and-”

“I told you not to, princess. It’s still dangerous for you.” He got up and walked through me. “Who is your new pretty friend?” He said as he pet Apollo’s head.

“Apollo. A stupid men kicked he out when I was passing through, I couldn’t let him there.”

“Kind as always, my pretty lady.” I felt his other hand on my left cheek and I blushed. “Haha you look so cute right now.”

“S-stop it, Baba. I-I’ll give him a bath and then you can talk.”

“Can I go with you?”

“No! I mean, I can do it alone.”

I quickly turned around and once I reached the bathroom I looked the door behind me. Damn… Why am I having this weird thoughts and feelings lately? I chocked my head and sighed.


I could never imagine that such a little cute creature could do such a mess on its bath. Apollo showered me instead. I changed my clothes, put some perfume and I was ready to talk to Baba. Before I knew it, Apollo was already sleeping on my bed. I didn’t had heart to take him down so I let him be. When I was walking to the living room I could hear Baba at the phone and the word 'Boss’ made me stop on my tracks. Boss? We don’t have a boss… Baba and I work alone. No one tells us what to do, we just search what we want to steal and once it’s stolen we sell it. Wait! We sell it! I haven’t received my part from the tiara.

“I’ll be there tonight, don’t worry. Gotta go now, boss” What the hell is happening?! Where he’ll go? I reached the living room trying to act as normal as I could.

“Princess! How is our little boy?”

“I guess he was exhausted, he’s sleeping now. I need to go buy pet food and a dog’s house for him. Do you know where’s the tiara’s payment? I don’t want to use my emergency money.” Let’s see what I can get from him.

“Oh! About that… Well, I haven’t received the money yet, princess. I’m sorry” He searched for his wallet and handed me his money “Here.”

“No need for that, I’ll use mine. I guess I’ll get going now.”

Before he could say a word, I picked my purse near the door and left. Feelings and thoughts crossed my mind driving me crazy. What the hell is he hiding from me? Why would he do such a thing? We can trust each other… I guess…


Thank you for all the support, I hope you all enjoy this chapter as well! Sorry for the English mistakes and for taking a little long to post hehe I was a little busy, but now I’m free for the rest of the week! @tresspadesmaid @pretty-ladybird01 @queenmxxm @clairese1980 @hifftn @obiwanmcprobie @otomeden @gotta-love-voltage @talk2animals Let me know what you think and if it should have more chapters ;) ~Gabi


“Have you heard from Y/N today? She said she was sick but she usually calls in,” Sherlock questioned, your absence catching his attention as they began to walk down your street. While he looked lost in his own thoughts, John quickly checked his phone to find still no messages or calls from you.

“No, but if she says she’s sick we should just leave her be. Sherlock, Sherlock no-” John called, trying to reach out and grab Sherlock as he began to turn and head straight to your familiar red door. John’s fingers wrapped around thin air as he stood for a moment, watching Sherlock as he sighed before he looked both ways and crossed the street behind the curly haired man.

“Too late,” Sherlock called back as he ran up to your door, quickly finding your ‘hidden’ key yet he knocked once before. “Y/N?”

“She’s probably asleep, we should just- And now you’re breaking in. Y/N isn’t going to be okay with this,” John insisted as Sherlock opened the door and stepped into your cool apartment.

“I don’t care, I’m just concerned,” Sherlock brushed off John’s concern as the smaller man followed him into the apartment, closing the door behind him.

“Yeah I’m sure she’ll believe that,” John mumbled, looking into the empty living room before watching Sherlock begin to walk down the hallway to your kitchen and bedroom.

“Y/N? Y/N?” Sherlock called as he opened your bedroom door. John watched as he froze in the doorway, quickly moving to join his friend.

“OH MY GOD! GET OUT SHERLOCK!” you screamed trying to cover yourself with your blankets,“Sherlock please!”

“Is- Is that Moriarty?” John asked, peeking his head in the doorframe beside a speechless Sherlock as your bedmate popped up from the covers.

“Hi,” he greeted, a smug grin on his face as he watched John and Sherlock looking at the two of you with your messy hair and the scattered clothes all over the room.


“Good God will all of you shut the fuck up! Yes okay, Moriarty and I have been seeing each other,” you shouted, feeling a headache begin to form as you readjusted the blankets, trying desperately to make sure Sherlock and John didn’t see anything indecent.

“Really! Y/N! I thought- My God,” John stuttered, still reeling though Sherlock stood beside him cold as ice and quiet as he glared down Moriarty.

“You know, people keep saying that today. Is it Sunday? Because I’ve never heard God said this much on a weekday.”

“Shut the fuck up Moriarty!”

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It’s Cruel [JungkookxPregnant!Reader]

A/N: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING! This one for me was a bit difficult to write, but nonetheless, I really hope you enjoy it and that I didn’t completely suck in writing it. Thank you again for requesting & I L Y. 

-Admin Mae.


“Open the door.”

Jungkook shook his head behind the wooden frame, not that she could see it anyways.

“I can’t.”

Pounding on the door, [Y/N] yelled more furiously. 

“Stop being a fucking chicken. Open. The. Door.”

Shaking, Jungkook swallowed hard and complied to her request. It was only right that he did, because he knew what she came here to talk about.

A small stream of tears fell down his face the moment he laid eyes on her. Maybe he was scared. Ultimately, he recognized the emotion as shame. 

“Jungkook. What are you going to do? Ignoring me isn’t going to solve the problem this time.”

Covering his mouth with his hand, he couldn’t stop this utter feeling of guilt. Wiping away the initial tears with his sleeve, he opened his mouth and spoke. 

“I told you… I can’t. I can’t keep this kid. I’m a trainee [Y/N], and I have so much to do to become an idol. A child is… I can’t take a care of a kid when I’m trying to become famous!”

He yelled, his voice cracking a bit toward the end. [Y/N] chuckled bitterly, crossing her arms as a sad almost desperate expression fleetingly appeared across her face, before disappearing almost as quickly as it came.

“So you’re prioritizing a potential career over a life- no, over two lives. If I have this kid, you’re going to leave me, right?”

“You don’t FUCKING understand!”

Sweeping his leg across the coffee table, he shattered a vase his mom had given him and breathed heavily. 

“How can you continue to only think about yourself? What about my dreams? What about my family, who I left behind in order to train my ass off to do this? [Y/N], you know I would do anything for you but I can’t take care of a kid! I would be kicked out immediately from the company, and then what would happen, huh?”

“Then you can’t say that you would do anything for me, now can you?”

Frustrated, Jungkook let out a muffled scream as he turned around and ran his hand through his hair repeatedly. [Y/N] scoffed and smiled insincerely, shaking her head while walking into his place and directly into his room.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting my things. Since I’m keeping this kid, and that’s apparently a deal-breaker for you, I’m gonna get my stuff and go. My parents already suggested moving, since I lost all my friends at school.”

Laughing out of resentment, tears of fury and disappointment sprang to her eyes as she recalled the event.

“Apparently, they can’t be bothered to stay friends with a slut.”


“Don’t. Don’t talk to me. Don’t ever call me, text me, and don’t you ever try to find me in the future and claim that it was a mistake leaving me. I want to leave and raise this baby without a single trace of you.”

As the tears continued to blur her vision, she hastily shoved a majority of her items discarded around the room into her bag. Jungkook bit his lip, wordlessly watching her. A million thoughts cascaded in his head. He wanted to tell her that he didn’t want to stop talking to her, that he could try forgetting her but it would never happen, that he never wanted her to look at anyone the way he often caught her looking at him.

But he thought of his dream, his reason for being here in the first place. He thought of how he always wanted to perform on stage and feel that rush he’d only witnessed other people have. He wanted to do a job he loved, and he knew he could get there if he applied himself now and worked hard. So to raise a child would be near impossible. Why couldn’t she understand-

The door slammed, interrupting his thoughts. It took him a second to realize that he was by himself and she had left. She really left, without saying so much as a goodbye.

He wondered what he did wrong to deserve this, before coming to the conclusion that this was always meant to happen. 

And even as he became a bright star in the music industry, his mind always drifted back to the girl he would never see again. 

The only girl to ever break his heart.

scarecrowinc93 asked:

(Mad Dummy) okay you can do this dummy " bangs head on the door to symbolize knocking" God damn that hurts like hell I wish I had arms. I hope he can hear that.

*He hears a strange bumping noise coming from his door* Huh? *He gets up and walks to the door, opening it slightly and peeking before opening all the way* Oh, hiya cousin! *He smiles fondly*

Take my word for it - Pt. 2

Part.1   For @kyraspade and I am really sorry that this is so late

Genre: Gang AU/ 

Member: Park Jimin

Description: A late night shift at work brings you to breaking point when you find a bloody and beaten Jimin at your doorstep, having to make the choice between letting him bleed to death or go back inside to the safety of your apartment. 

Warning: A LOT of gore and some swearing. Um, suggestive eyebrows and Jimin’s smile.

The dark haired figure at your door sat crouched, head pressed against the concrete of the wall beside him, shielding his face from your view. You stayed glued to your spot by the corner of the hallway, having just enough leeway to peep around without him seeing you.

His clothes were completely destroyed, wrinkled and ripped with red and black stains having made their way across most of the fabric. He looked like he’d just emerged from a war zone, with bruises and cuts and what seemed to be a very painful gash in his right side.

It was the very same moment that something fell from your bag with a clatter, that he rose the thing that you had  failed to notice.

Sleek and shiny, the gun seemed to fit in his hand perfectly, the barrel glinting in the fluorescent lighting, almost teasingly. With a click he had it ready to shoot, ready to kill with no negotiation for a second option.

Stunned into a stupor, you stopped, just far enough around the corner to lean against the wall and wallow in the confusion of the threat of a gun.

Brown eyes had immediately closed when having met your own, a hand going over his face to spit and shout a string of vulgar wordings that made you wonder if he was slightly sane. And made you sigh in relief as you knew who it was.

Then you began wondering if you were the insane one. 

Safety wasn’t something associated with staring down the barrel of a gun.

Jimin was soon done with his violent outburst of curse words and damning himself for acting on instinct, and he now had to deal with the real problem.


Searching for an answer for a couple minutes, he eventually realized the gun was still in his hand and he placed it on the floor, running a shaky hand through his hair. He opened and closed his mouth, as if trying to fabricate an answer that would justify his previous actions, but obviously finding none, he settled for sitting down, with his head in his hands.

Still at your point by the wall, you watched as the boy pushed his palms deep into his eye sockets, as if hoping they would shrive away if enough pressure was forced on them.

He threw his hands to the sides, shrugging almost, as he turned his palms upright as if to express that he was out of answers all together.

“Would you believe me if I said this is all a misunderstanding?” he chuckled, helplessly, eventually standing up, with much effort, his face contracting in pain as he clutched his side “Probably not” he breathed, struggling through the stinging pain “After all, who fucking would?” The last sentence was said in a vicious tone, as if the injured man was cursing himself. He eventually looked up, through greasy bangs with a cut lip dripping blood and a yellow bruise adorning the right half of his face, only to get worse as the night went by. 

“Look. You have no reason to trust me okay?” He sighed, almost debating if he should continue “You barely know me and hell, if I wasn’t bad enough already I just pointed a gun at your head but" another sigh “I’m just stuck. And I can’t go any place else. Seung-hyun isn’t home yet and look, I’m just asking for a few hours. I just need to get fixed up and then I’ll be out of your way. I swear." 

“I’m not gonna do anything okay? You make the rules. I just need a place to stay for a couple hours until Seung-hyun comes back” “Here look” he bent down pushing the gun towards you “Keep it. It’s loaded. If I was gonna do something than I’d have done it by now” 

As if reading your mind he began turning out his jacket pockets, and opening his coat with much effort, to show you his non deadly person and it was then that you really saw the extent of what was done to him. His white shirt was completely drench in blood from the right side to the back and it did not look dry in the slightest.
And so you had stood there, knowing full well your mind’s logical answer was being outshines by the sense of pity your heart had begun to form. He had stared right back, much more real now than the handsome man he was a week ago at the party, and you for some reason liked him better like this.

"Fine” was all you managed.
And god, when he smiled, it almost for a second made you forgot the amount of questions you needed to ask this man.

With little reluctance he let you stand at the door of the bathroom while he spilled your first aid kit over the counter. His millions of thank you’s had been left at the front door and he was now very sombre and quiet as he stared at the gauze and disinfectant in his hands.
It was like you didn’t have a gun in your hand at all. Almost like he was so used to it by now, that he didn’t bat an eyelash.

After showering and attempting to hide the fact he got blood all over your towels, he had knocked softly on the door to let you know he was finished. You recovered from seeing his shirtless state after a few seconds of shock and after that you tried to focus on something other than his toned torso.

Expert hands moved in a calm way, no shaking or trembling fingers, just quick and painful and he didn’t cringe once. Pressing the gauze pad into his side, he bit down on his bottom lip to save himself from making a face. When, he took the pad away, it revealed the nasty gash along his side, presumably from a knife he had 

Disposing of the gauze in the plastic bag you’d given him, he began using the medical tape to attach another clean piece over the wound. Less deep than you’d originally assumed, the smell of blood was still unnerving and you breathed through your mouth to escape the musky smell.

He knew what he was doing and it was sad to see.
You wondered how many times he’d patched himself up. How many times more he’d have to do so.

“Does this happen often?” you tried.
“What do you mean?” he had asked, his voice bewildered.
Not wanting to state exactly his state at that moment you settled for a gesture and a “Like, the… ”

“Oh. This. It um . .  happens sometimes. I live in a rough neighbourhood and all. Can’t say I hang around with a safe group either so”. His shrug was casually disturbing and his nonchalant answer didn’t help his case at all. 

Your next question hung on your lips and when you caught his dark eyes it was like they were screaming for you to leave it be. They were soft and framed his eyes nicely and you had noticed the way they scrunched up when he smiled, real or fake. 

You really didn’t want to know why he didn’t just go to hospital anyway and you knew if you did, the answer wouldn’t do you any good, so you asked another one instead.

“Why come here then?”

He stared at his shoes as he gave a little chuckle, a small smile gracing his features. “Cause sweetheart, I’d have bled out if it hadn’t been for you owing me a favour”

“I only asked for the music to be turned down-”

“And Seung-hyun have a party since then?”

At your lack of an answer, pretty brown eyes had scrunched up and despite the the blood on his hands, his smile was something much more shocking. Leaning against the door, you watched the way his grin became cheeky and your ears became red as he finally sent you a wink. Clearing your throat, it was almost like you forgot where you were for a second and he equally so.


It was early morning when you awoke to darkness and a throbbing headache. Stumbling along the pitch black hallway, the tiled floor cold against your bare feet. Still too sleepy to attempt to find a light switch, you sided for stumbling about the darkness of the apartment instead.

The movement at your side caught you off guard and the light from the window was barely reaching your feet so when you had seen his face peek through the darkness for a second you were calmed.

And the moment his lips hit yours you melted. 

Too calm.

Much too calm

Get Broken or Get Loved (GBGL Part 4)

Your feet thudded on the floor as you ran far away from the two. You did not even care if your bag was actually in Thomas possession because all you wanted that moment was to get out of that hellhole as soon as possible. Your mind was a mess but you knew where you needed to go—the treehouse on the abandoned lot five blocks away from your house; or in short, at least three kilometers far from your school.

You could not help but hit your head on the door of your car as you realized that your key was in your bag, which was slung on Thomas shoulder. You looked up in the sky, tears threatening to fall down your face, but your mind was telling your tear ducts to let you rest for the day. A strike of lightning ran across the dark heavens and you cursed out loud as soon as rain pelted down.

“Hoo-shucking-rah!” you yelled as you punched your car, and you winced since it stung. “Shuck! You’re a slinthead, Y/N.”

You decided to walk, you were dripping wet anyway. Your clothes felt heavy, and your eyes were threatening to close. You were so tired that you wanted to just lay down on the ground and sleep, but you knew it was crazy and you badly wanted to go to that treehouse, so you continued marching your way to the place.

The streets were barely empty. Only a few cars passed and no one was strolling in the rain like a wet zombie, which was like you. It felt so serene, the perfect atmosphere for you at the moment. As rain trickled down your face, so was the salty tears. Thomas words kept repeating in your head like a broken vinyl record and you screamed for it to stop.

He was your best friend.

He loved you.

He still do.

“But he left!” you shouted angrily at yourself. Everything he said back then did not matter to you now, he left you and that was it. You did not care about his love or whatever, because you were mad at him for leaving you.

However, you could not deny that little ball of happiness inside you when you learned the fact that he liked the you now, and still loved the you in the past.

You shook your head and started sprinting as you saw the familiar street sign that would lead you to the childhood paradise of yours. The rain was blurring your eyesight, but you did not need to see the way since you remembered it like the back of your hand.

You smiled as soon as you opened the gate. You were standing at the foot of the ladder that would lead you up, and with shaking hands, you climbed up. You shivered as the cold wind blew past you and it almost made you fell, good thing you wrapped your arms around the trunk of the tree.

“Just a few more steps,” you told yourself. You were struggling to pull yourself up since your knees felt weak and you were starting to feel dizzy. When you reached the top of the ladder, you banged the door above you and it opened with a clunk. You lifted yourself up, and you rolled on your sides.

You knelt for a few moments, taking in everything. The smell of wood filled your nostrils, and your eyes were greeted by pictures of you and Thomas when you were both kids. The walls were painted in black while the ceiling was painted in dark blue, star-shaped glow-in-the-darks decorating it. The small toy piano was still in the corner and the cushions were beside it.

Trembling in cold, you took off the sticky shirt you were wearing and crawled to the cushions. You pulled a blanket from the closet, frowning when it smelled like detergent, as if it had just been washed. You draped it around your body and sauntered to the vinyl player on the other side of the room. You saw a familiar record and played it.

You were surprised that electricity was still working on the place. The last time you’ve been there had been three years ago, when you were about to start high school and was so nervous about it. You seek for the comfort it gave you so with a heavy heart, you went there, and found out that there were no lights or anything.

Your brain was denying you of the possibility that HE had been there. You looked around and realized that everything was in order and you did not know what to feel about the thought.

“He’s been here,” you thought, but your mind and body were tired of everything, so with the soft lullaby of the vinyl, you let yourself fall into a deep sleep.


“What the hell are you doing?” a six -year-old girl shouted at her classmates who were gathered around the new boy. Her pigtails swayed as she sashayed towards the other kids, hand on her hip, and a brow was raised.

The biggest bully, a boy with cropped brown hair and weird eyebrows stepped up outside the circle. He met the girl in pigtails and stood straight, trying to intimidate her with his height. However, she just rolled her eyes at him and pushed him out of her way. A cute gasp escaped her lips as she saw the new boy. His clothes were dirty with mud, his golden hair was disheveled, and tears were leaking out of his brown-eyes.

She looked back at the bulky bully who were glaring at her before kneeling down beside the boy. “Let me help you up,” she said as she tried her best to lift the kid. Her arms hurt a little but she did not let go of the lanky boy who was struggling to stand up. He was a bit shorter than her, so she did not have any problem on slinging his arm on her shoulder. She carried him out of the playground, but before she could reach the door to her class, someone pulled her pigtails, making both of them fall to the ground.

She squeaked as her bottom hit the hard ground. The lanky boy on her side cried harder, and she found his arm under his back in a weird angle. She was horrified as she thought that it might be dislocated or fractured.

Laugh erupted and she saw the bulky bully with his cronies talking about them. She stood up, wiped her hands against her skirt and trudged towards the bully.

“What? You gonna tell the t-“

And before he could finish his sentence, her fist collided square on his face, hitting him straight in the nose.


“I remembered him crying like a baby just as the teacher went out of the classroom,” Thomas said to the sleeping girl beside him.

He had been at the treehouse ever since you fell asleep, and he started reminiscing your memories together. He had been telling you the story of how you met, just like how he always did when you were kids. His hand was repeatedly stroking your hair, and you unconsciously moaned every time he ran his fingers across your scalp.

He was shirtless, since he followed you as soon as he saw you running from the music room. That was when he knew you’ve heard what he said. He was just studying you, from the parking lot, and on your way to the abandoned lot. He even heard you when you shouted about him leaving you, and it made him cry. You made him cry. Your tears made him bawl his eyes out. Your strangled voice made his chest hurt. Your pained form made him want to be ran over by a car.

“I never wanted to leave you, you know,” he whispered, and he silently sobbed.

“But why did you leave?” you suddenly asked and he was surprised that you were awake. You lifted your head to look at him, and as soon as your eyes met, he looked away. “That was the question that bugged me all this years, Tommy. So why?”

He sighed before lying down beside you. He patted the empty space and you closed your eyes before setting your back on the floor. Your head rested on his bare shoulder and you inhaled his scent. His arm snaked around your waist and his warmth brought back memories.

You remembered how you used to be the big spoon since you were taller, and you chuckled a bit when you realized that you were now the short one between the two of you. His calm breathing reminded you of the blue ocean you got to see when you took a vacation in Hawaii with his family. And the gold chain on his neck brought you back to his tenth birthday, just seven months before he left you for eight years.

“What happened to us?” you asked, voice barely a whisper as you tried to hold on a sob.

“I don’t know. Nothing, I guess,” he replied.

“But again. Why did you leave? If there’s nothing wrong, why did you go away? Why haven’t I heard about you for eight shucking years?” you wept as you hugged him so tight as if you never want to let him go again.

“Y/N, love, there’s nothing wrong with us. It’s them,” he replied as he drew circles on your back, trying to appease what you were feeling.

“By them, you mean who?”

“My parents. Y/N.” He said your name as if he was struggling to breathe. You could feel his heart against your cheek as he sobbed. “They filed a divorce back then. My Mom said that we would be living together my grandma at New Yorkshire. I was only 10, Y/N. I can’t actually say no even if I want to.”

He suddenly let go of you and you almost crawled closer to him. Just for a second that his arms weren’t around you, you automatically craved for his touch, and like every part of you was seeking for his warmth. You wanted to feel him, you wanted to hear his heart, you wanted to just hold him.

And you did. As soon as he said the words that made the both of you cried.

“But that’s not the worst thing that happened. Y/N, it was losing you that made my life fell out of place.”

-Terensa Scodalili


On this day in music history: May 26, 1987 - “Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me”, the seventh studio album by The Cure is released (UK release is on May 25, 1987). Produced by Robert Smith and David M. Allen, it is recorded at Studio Miraval in Le Val, France, Compass Point Studios in Nassau, The Bahamas, and ICP Studios in Bruxelles, Belgium from September 6, 1986 - January 1987. Following the success of their previous release “The Head On The Door”, Cure front man and chief songwriter Robert Smith decides that a change of locale to work on their next album is necessary, so the band depart for The Bahamas to record at Chris Blackwell’s (founder of Island Records) Compass Point Studios for the initial recording sessions. The eighteen track double LP set is the result of a very prolific period for the band, who record forty songs for the album before being pared down to the final number used on the finished release. The end result is The Cure’s most stylistically diverse and most accessible album to date. The album spins off three singles in the US (four in the UK) including “Why Can’t I Be You” (#21 UK, #54 US Pop) “Hot Hot Hot!!! (#11 Club Play), and their first US top 40 single “Just Like Heaven” (#29 UK, #40 US Pop). When it is initially released, the original CD version of the album omits the track "Hey You!” in order to release the album on a single disc, since the song would make the running time breach the CD’s then 74 minute time limit. The song is later restored to the running order. The album is reissued as a 2 CD deluxe edition in 2006, containing demo recordings of several songs and a live version of “Why Can’t I Be You?” from the final show of the “Kissing Tour” in 1987. In April of 2013, the album is reissued on vinyl (available in the US in that configuration for the first time in over twenty years) in a limited pressing (on red 180 gram vinyl) of only 3,500 copies for Record Store Day in the US and UK. The vinyl LP is subsequently is reissued as a standard black vinyl pressing, and is the current version in print. “Kiss Me, Kiss Me, Kiss Me” peaks at number six on the UK album chart, number thirty five on the Billboard Top 200, and is certified Platinum in the US by the RIAA.

Okay, so I am probably, literally, the last person to find this, and I’m wondering why the heck no one told me about this sooner. I booted up Stardew Valley today, because I needed to give my wrist a day off from drawing. While at the Wizard’s Tower talking to my favorite purple haired mage I decided to poke my head around the corner and found a trap door I didn’t remember seeing before.

And I was like, “Awwwww sweet! Imma see what’s down there! I’ve got 5 hearts with the guy, so if it’s his room this will be no problem!”

I get down the stairs and am slightly disappointed to find that it’s not his room but a cellar with a weird gold statue.

Which I obviously click on.

The heck? I’ve played almost 100 hours of this game and I’m nearing the end of my third year and you’re telling me that I could’ve changed my outfit whenever I wanted? This whole time? Like, I could’ve gone and actually picked the original purple shirt that I wanted to use? No, I didn’t change my appearance, because I’m so used to it now. But, really? Why didn’t anyone tell me this before?


You’d kill to understand her. You want to know her thoughts. Her feelings. Her fears. What fears? She doesn’t have any. And that terrifies you. A woman without fear is something to be feared. You want to watch her close. See her jaw clench when she’s deep in thought. How her eyes close halfway when she remembers something she wanted to forget. But she won’t sit still.

She lets you in. Enough to test the waters. But you long for the deep end. You want to dive head first into her. But there’s a brick wall behind the door underneath her thick skin. You try to cut her open. But she won’t sit still.

You steal a glimpse of her staring off. You’re looking at her while she’s in another world. Her pitch black eyes look like they’re focused on something, but you know she’s gone. You wonder where she goes. You want to go with her and remind her to come back. But she won’t sit still.

You tell her pretty words as if she’s listening. You show her affection as if she’s watching. How do you solve a human riddle? How do you make sense of a breathing contradiction? You don’t. You want to hold her, make her feel your love. Make her believe in you. But she won’t sit still.

You’ll spend your whole life chasing her. Your days trying to solve the equations of her mind. And your nights wondering if she dreams in color or in black and white. What is she running from? What is she running to? What if you’re the from, and the to? You’ll never know. Because she won’t sit still.

anonymous asked:

15 with Namjoon? Pls<3

Hope you enjoy!
Namjoon. 15). “I love you so much, never forget that.”

You slammed the laptop shut and threw it across the bed, tears brimming your eyes. The comments ran through your mind and you lied down bringing the covers over your head while shoving your face deeper into the pillow.

You heard a door open and shut and shuffling coming toward the bedroom. You quickly wiped your tears and tried your best to look presentable. The shuffling noise stop and the door opened.

Namjoon came in and threw himself on the bed.

“Hey babe what’s up.” He said.

“H-Hey Nam how was practice?” You asked him, your voice cracking. He looked at you but didn’t say anything.

“It was good. We got a new choreography that is super intense and it’s hard.” He said going on about his day. Suddenly he grabbed your laptop.

“Let me show you this new song j was working on! It’s turning out really good!” He said and opened the laptop immediately freezing right after.

He read the comments and was scrolling through more. The typical comments showed up like,

“She really needs to stay away from Namjoon. She’s not good enough for him.”

“The stupid girl can’t even please him. Do you see how unhappy he’s been lately. I could do so much better.”

“Has anyone else noticed how ugly she is? Like she’s just really fat and it’s actually disgusting.”

Plus a few more which were way worse that you just could not describe the pain you felt. Namjoon looked at you as tears started filling your eyes again.

“Baby..” He said and moved the laptop out of the way so he could hold you. Tears now started to flow right out and you couldn’t control them.

“How long has this been going on for?” He asked you gently.

“Since we started dating…” You said.

“Why haven’t you told me? I could’ve said something to them.”

“I didn’t say anything cause they’re true! And if you say something do you really think they’re going to stop?” You said, wiping your tears.

“Babe.. They are not true! You are the most beautiful amazing girl ever. None of those other girls commenting could be as pretty as you.” You smiled and your tears stopped flowing. You looked at him and gave him a kiss.

“I love you so much, never forget that.” He said and kissed you again.


Thank you for reading! Hoped you enjoyed!

~Kayla ❤️

suggested connections: (step)-family, friend, etc. 

“so, what does SEX feel like?” elena blurted out to the other, cheeks matching her RED dress as she LEANED her head against the door frame. “is that a PERSONAL question? i - i ‘m sorry, i’m just CURIOUS is all.” she DEFENDED, biting her lower lip. being a CHRISTIAN, elena was COMPLETELY left out of the whole sex loop, never even watching PORN or going past MAKING out since she was waiting until she was happily MARRIED with her perfect match. and she knew it was SINFUL to have such NAUGHTY thoughts at the moment but she heard some girls talking about how GREAT the feeling of being TOUCHED was and her curiosity took the BEST of her. “does it feel GOOD?”