then she does the hair thing and then my heart tears apart and he let go the one person that could really love and help him and this is not

Spirit in the House - chap 9/10

Modern!AU Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Reader is in a coma after a car accident. Bucky moves into your apartment and find your spirit still hanging around. (Based on Just like Heaven)

Word Count: 1,823

Warnings: Language, Angst 

A/N: I’m so happy you all liked part 8 and we’re nearing the end, so… are they going to end up together or not? Sorry, but I do love you guys ♥

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10]

Originally posted by iamdorka

Bucky shoved Steve’s shoulder to wake him up. With a grunt, Steve slapped his hand away. He almost fell off the sofa, but Bucky kept shaking his shoulder.

“Wake up!”

Steve sat up on the sofa, holding his head with both hands. He winced at Bucky’s loud voice and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.

“Shh! Stop shouting.” Steve whispered.

“Y/n is gone, I can’t find her anywhere.”

“Maybe she just went for a walk.” He mumbled, hiding his eyes in the crook of his elbow

“She doesn’t go anywhere, Steve! She’s a fucking ghost!” Bucky screamed.

Keep reading

Into You (Clark Kent x Reader)

Based on two requests.

Your relationship with Clark had always been an intimate one. You were both very open with each other and knew how to keep each other satisfied. You knew everything about each other, or so you thought you knew everything about him.

It was no surprise that Clark had asked you to attend a charity ball that the newspaper had been invited to.

“Kent, you didn’t tell me that your plus one was going to be so stunning,“ a husky voice spoke up as Clark led you to a table at the ball. You turned around and met eyes with the man you knew to be Clark’s boss.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you introduced yourself with a smile as you stuck your hand out for him to shake. While you didn’t appreciate hearing about the way he tended to treat Clark at work, you knew that you had to play nice. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Perry White,” he replied with a toothy grin as he firmly shook your hand. “You can just call me Perry, though.”

“I’m a big fan of the paper,” you admitted as you moved to grab onto Clark’s arm. You looked at him with gleaming eyes before you noticed that his attention was being drawn elsewhere. You went to glance where he was staring before Perry’s deep voice filled the air.

“Perhaps Clark should bring you in sometime, give you the scoop on how we do things,” Perry offered.

“That sounds nice, I’ve always wanted to-”

“Excuse me, I’ve just seen the founders of the charity and I really need to speak with them!” Perry exclaimed as he began to race away. “Nice to meet you!”

“That was fun,” you laughed sarcastically as you looked up to Clark again. His attention was still taken by something else, and you nudged him to bring him back to reality. He blinked dazedly before looking down at you with a forced smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, just thought I saw something,” he told you softly.

“Did you want to check it out?” You asked, concern laced through your voice. “Is it a, um, superhero something?”

“No, it was nothing,” he promised with sincere eyes. He moved to press his lips against yours quickly and began to lead you back to a table.

“It’s beautiful in here,” you noted in awe as you sat down. Fairy lights danced across the ceiling, strung across the beams along with satin ribbon. Candlelight illuminated the room, showering it with an elegant quality that you had only seen in movies.

“I’ll go get us some drinks,” Clark said, placing a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving the table. You let out a frustrated sigh as you watched him become lost in the crowd, your eyes trailing down to the white tablecloth that was covered in a light dust of silver sparkles. It seemed like forever that you had been admiring the decorations in order to distract yourself from Clark’s absence when you finally looked around the room for him.

You felt your heart drop as your eyes landed on him talking to a beautiful woman with vibrant red hair. She was laughing at something he said, gladly accepting the drink he held out to her. He said something else and you could see the way that his eyes twinkled brightly at her. When you realized that he had no intention of returning to you any time soon, you began to head over to him.

“Where did you find the drinks?” You spoke up as you approached Clark with a sweet smile and dark eyes. You watched as he jumped lightly before turning to face you.

“I was just coming back over to you,” Clark told you softly, reaching to wrap an arm around your waist. Your slight recoil at his touch didn’t go unnoticed by him or the woman he was with.

“I’m Lois Lane,” the woman introduced herself with a dimpled smile as she stuck out her hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you responded as you shook her hand quickly before dropping your hand back to your side. You had heard of Lois Lane from Clark and from her stories in the paper. He had talked about her briefly here and there, but each time you had felt your heart sting from the way he seemed so infatuated with her. You couldn’t deny the fact that she was a brilliant reporter, you always found yourself reading her stories right after Clark’s and marvelling at the way she could keep you at the edge of your seat no matter what she was writing about.

“Clark talks about you all the time,” she told you after a moment of awkward silence. “The way he talks about you… I know he never used to talk about me that way, I can tell that you guys are meant to be.”

“Thank you,” you told her, slowly moving away from Clark at her words. What did she mean he never used to talk about her that way?

“It was lovely talking to the both of you, but I have to finish making the rounds,” Lois said as she began to walk away. “Have a nice night!”

You and Clark responded with wishes for her to do the same. Once she was out of sight, you immediately bolted over to the bar in order to get away from Clark.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” He asked as he followed you, his hand grabbing softly onto your wrist before you pulled back.

“What did she mean that you never used to talk about her that way?” You seethed, leaning on the bar counter with a furious glare. Clark avoided eye contact, his head lowering as he stood in front of you with a guilty face.

“Lois and I were together before I met you,” he admitted, looking up at you through his glasses. “She helped me embrace the city and be confident with my writing. I owe her a lot; she helped convince Perry to publish my stories.”

“You look at her like you’re in love with her!” You exclaimed, catching the attention of a few people around you.

“I only love you!” He protested softly, moving foward. You stepped back, watching as hurt filled his face.

“I should go,” you stated, blinking back tears.

“Y/N, don’t-”

“It’s fine, have fun, we can talk later,” you told him sadly, walking away with a heavy heart.

It was about two in the morning when a knock at the door of your small apartment sent you flying out of your bed and racing to open it. You flung open the door and came face to face with the woman Clark hadn’t told you the truth about struggling to hold him up in the hallway.

“I’m so sorry, I know it’s late and I probably woke you up-”

“No, it’s fine,” you reassured her, moving to put one of his arms over your shoulders and help her get him to your room.

“Y/N,” Clark mumbled as you laid him on the bed.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back,” you ordered him as you left the room, Lois following closely behind you. Once in the living room, you turned to look at her with a thankful expression. “Thank you for bringing him here, it really means a lot.”

“Don’t even worry about it,” she said with a smile. “I just… I want you to know that there’s nothing going on between Clark and I. It was a long time ago, and it’s strictly platonic. He does mean a lot to me, though, I’d consider him to be one of my best friends.”

“How did you know-”

“He’s an emotional drunk,” she laughed. “I found at the bar sulking about how he thought he was losing you. He told me what you thought about him and I. Clark would never do that to you, Y/N.”

“I know,” you sighed, running a hand over your face. “It was that stupid green monster inside of me that made me think he would.”

“It happens to the best of us,” she told you, beginning to head to the door. “If you ever need anything, just let me know, alright?”

“I will,” you promised as she opened the door and began to walk out. “Thank you, Lois.”

With a final wave, you shut the door and quickly walked back to your bedroom where Clark was. You entered the room and a soft smile filled your face when you saw Clark sitting up in bed looking at the doorway.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered as you walked in and sat on the bed beside his legs. You gave him a confused look and took one of his hands in yours. “I should have told you about Lois, and I’m sorry for making you think I have feelings for her-”

You leaned foward and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. You let go of his hand so you could wrap your arms around the back of his neck and his own arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you on top of his lap.

“Don’t be sorry for anything,” you told him as you pulled apart and rested your forehead on his. You carefully took his glasses off and set them on the other side of the bed. “I got jealous when I should have trusted you.”

“I shouldn’t have given you a reason to be jealous,” he argued, trailing his fingers down your back.

“It happens,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his again quickly. You tasted the lingering bit of alcohol in his mouth and pulled away, his mouth chasing after yours before you gave in for a moment. “I think Lois is a really great person.”

“Y/N, you don’t have to talk about her if it bothers you.”

“It doesn’t bother me. After all, you said she helped your career, so I should be thankful for what she’s done. Besides, I think she could be a good friend.”

“You’d really be friends with me ex?”

“Weirder things have happened in my life, Clark, I mean, I am dating you,” you joked, letting out a squeal as he began to tickle your sides.

“I’m the weird one?” He laughed as he continued to tickle you. You merely nodded through your laughing, attempting to push yourself out of his arms. He stopped after a moment and pulled you close to him, burying his face in your neck. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you, too,” you whispered, running your hands through his hair as you calmed your heart. “Now go to sleep, you’re still drunk.”

Clark let out a laugh as you climbed off his lap and laid down beside him. His arms wrapped around your middle and pulled you close to him. While occasionally the two of you did fight, you always found each other again. As Lois said, the two of you were meant to be.

batmom scribble because super fun to write and the justice league trailer !! 

It was to be expected, it took all the women she had ever loved from her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t mind that her family consisted of males only now, men that go out every night, have her worried sick, not sure if it’ll be their last or if they’ll be spared another day, but nevertheless they were male and could not get thing she’s lost all her female relatives to; breast cancer.

And while it was to be expected it came suddenly, but she was not dumb, she was not going to burden her boys with these horrible news, besides they were busy with their own things, far more important things like crime, so she kept it to herself. She directly scheduled her doctors appointment herself, didn’t even give them the house number just so Alfred wouldn’t get a whip of her disease, she started wearing shawls and scarfs even though she still had hair. It was so that when she does lose all of it it wouldn’t seem that she was hiding her head out of the blue. She was smart like that.

She’s in the kitchen, early morning as she groans at Damian for being so slow, school is in thirty minutes after all. Dick appears in the room too, seeming to have spent a night in the manor, working on a case with the dark knight, as he yawns greeting the Waynes. Y/N passes him a cup of coffee before she turns to Damian again, glaring at him as he only eats slower noticing her do so.

“Is there a new fashion trend I’m not aware about? It makes you look so much older than you are, mom.” Dick says casually as she gapes at him, his what actually is an innocent comment making her insides turn.

“For your information I happen to like it.”

She hates it.

She swallows it down, hand coming up the scarf wrapped around her head, checking if no hair is peeking out as she gets back to scolding Robin about how he’s going to be late.

A few weeks pass and she’s pulling hair out of the drain, stuffing it down the trash deep down as tears brim in her eyes. She’s looking at herself in the mirror, skin like wet cloth hugging her bones as she sighs, wondering at how the bloody hell shes going to cover this up. For the next few days Bruce is busy, and she’s never been so relieved to be alone in bed, coughing blood and crying her eyes out.

She gets a wig, expensive one too, gluing eyelashes to her bare skin, tainting her cheeks the rosiest red that she can find for the charity ball she has to attend. Bruce is still busy and yet again she’s relieved, hell, she’d never want to be apart from her husband, but here she is, trying her best to smile at the rich folks. She gets in a good hour before she’s completely beat, she’s stumbling over to the bathroom, calling her assistant to help her leave quietly to the hospital.

She wakes up around 5 am, chest aching, tubes and IV’s attached to her, her assistant gone missing. And then she nearly fights the doctor to let her leave, she’ll have surgery the next day and before that she just needs to see her boys. And so when the sun finally rises, a beautiful Sunday morning she’s looking around.

She’s in the kitchen again, not only a scarf but one of Bruce’s old hoodies hiding her head as she prepares breakfast, Alfred out on his own person business. All of the others are here though — her boys. Jason, of course, is bickering with Tim, who’s not really giving him much of a response, Dick stands by Y/N as he informs Damian about one of his times as Robin, the son of Batman rolling his eyes at his brother. Y/N smiles, this is what she wanted to see, yes, there’s a chance the surgery will go good, but if not — this is what she wanted to see before she goes.

She’s spreading jelly on the peanut butter sandwich as her husband enters the kitchen, her smile only widening, it feels like ages since she’s seen him. But he doesn’t return it, he’s clutching a daily planet newspaper in his fist as he looks at his wife; her face is drawn on, to make her look happy and not dead, head hid behind layers of clothing, the skin that he can see, her wrists and hands, are skeleton like, only skin and bones to be exact. And he’s even shaking his head slowly, the boys looking at him confused before he slams the article on the table in front of them.

Y/N catches a glimpse of it and she’s gasping, her name is printed out in bright read, and so is her sickness. And she’s wincing, not only does the actual cancer is aching, but so is her heart — her assistant ratted her out to the press for the money. And now the entire fucking world knows.

“Take it off.” Bruce is in front of her now, Y/N looking at his blue eyes that aren’t blue at all anymore — there’s thunder and lightning, the storm brewing inside them making the woman uneasy.

“Surely this can’t be true, it’s just what papers do, like, click bait and stuff?” Tim says before she can even do anything and now her heart is cracking completely.

So she takes it off, minutes taking hours it seems as she pushes the hood off, unwrapping her scarf to reveal her bald head as she looks down in shame, the room filling with suffocating silence.

“How could you not tell us?” Jason immediately fires, fists balled up.

“I was going to! That’s why I invited you all for breakfast.. I wanted to see my family together one last time.” She murmurs, disappointed at herself, crystal beads filling her eyes as she’s trying her best not to sob.

“H-how long have you been hiding it?” Dick asks.

“A month or so, maybe a little longer.”

“My wife has cancer for over a month and I fail to notice—”

“No! I hid it well, it’s none of your fault, I pick up on your detective things you know, I know how to trick. I just didn’t want you to worry..”

“Worry? Y/N, you can’t go through these things alone, Jesus, I can’t believe I didn’t notice, please tell me you at least have good news, that it’s not all that bad, that you might actually make it—” He cuts himself with a sob and everyone’s eyes are on him as Bruce hugs Y/N, wrapping his so much bigger frame around her so tight as if she could disappear any second.

“I— I don’t know, they’re going to try and remove as many tumors as they can tomorrow, but there’s no promises, don’t get your hopes up.” She says, rubbing her husband’s back as the boys look back at her sadly.

“But you’re going to fight, aren’t you?” Damian says, Y/N squeezing out a smile to the youngest.

“You can count on it.”

Nothing To Fix (Alec x Neutral!Reader)

Warning: I know Alec is a gay character. But he is just that, a character. Keep that in mind. Please, also note that english is not my first language. I am sorry if there are any mistakes, please feel free to point them out to me I won’t be offended. All credit goes to the creators.

“Y/N, Pandemonium tonight, you coming?” Jace asks, leaning against the wall. “No” I answer, stepping away from him. “Isabelle is sick, Alec and Jace need backup for tonight’s mission. You’re on it” Maryse orders as I pass by her. “No” I answer, going on my way.

“I wasn’t asking!” she shouts, causing people to turn around.

“And I am not going” I shout back.

“If you are not working then you’re worthless in here, you might as well leave.”

“I was on my way to say goodby to Isabelle, now if you don’t mind my plane leaves in two hours and the traffic is quite terrible in New York.”

I can feel his eyes on me as I go up the stairs, and I wish he comes after me, grabs my arm and tells me to stay. But he doesn’t. “Come in” Isabelle says. “Oh, Y/N! I’m so sick, I don’t know what that warlock did to me but I’m pretty sure I already lost weight in just a few hours” she complains. I smile, taking her in. “I came to say goodbye, I’m leaving” I speak. Isabelle looks at me, furrows her perfect brows, tilts her head to the side “what do you mean, leaving?” she asks. “London. Preston called the other day, Jessica is leaving for Los Angeles so there’s a vacant spot on his team.” The brunette gets up from her bed and starts pacing the room, gathering her thoughts. “I have to go, Izzy, I just wanted to say thank you for sticking by my side through everything. You never gave up on me, and it means the world to me. I know I will never have another friend like you, it breaks my heart to leave you behind but I have to go” I say, grabbing her arm. She doesn’t say a word. She stares at me, tears in her eyes. She hugs me tight, so tight that I can almost feel my ribs breaking.

“Don’t do this” Jace’s voices. “He’ll come around, give him some time.”

“I gave him a year, Jace. And you and I both know that I would have given up sooner if it was someone else. He had a year, 365 days. And he did nothing. It hurts me more than it hurts him. I’m a mess and he’s happy. I don’t deserve this.”

“No, you don’t. But you don’t deserve to leave your home because of him. I’m here! Izzy is here! You don’t need him!”

“That’s what you don’t get Jace! I do! I need him! He is my whole life. Was. He was my bestfriend. I already lost a little bit of him when the two of you became parabatai, and know I just-” I stop for a minute, wiping my tears away. “It would be much easier if he was dead. That way I’d know that I can’t have him by my side because he is not here. But he is. I run into him every day. I hear his voice, I hear him laugh, I see him smile and I know that the reason why he is not by my side is because he doesn’t want to be. Do you have any idea how much it hurts when the person you care about the most shuts you out for someone else. He just erased me from his life. I would have been alright with just a little spot in his heart. With just a smile, a text or a hello from time to time. But he decided that I was not good enough for him anymore. And it hurts so much because I tried so hard to fight for what we had, but I was the only one fighting for it. It’s just no fair for me to force him into something he doesn’t want. I’m leaving, but you’re welcome to visit!” I try to smile through my tears.

“He doesn’t deserve you. And I know he knows that.”

“You better be dying, Lightwood. I just fell asleep for the first time in three days” I grumble as I answer Isabelle’s call.

“Y/N-” her voice is shaky.

“Izzy what is it, is Jace alright?” I panic. Is Alec alright? I think but can’t get myself to say it out loud.

“Yes, no. I don’t know. Y/N, Alec is dying. Everyone says he is dying but he can’t die. You need to come, I know you can wake him up. You two have a special bound, you always had. Please, Y/N!” she cries over the phone, talking so fast that I can barely keep up.

“Jace and him have a special bound, you and him have a special bound. Alec and I have nothing, I can’t help you Isabelle, I’m sorry.”

“So you are just going to let him die?” she yells. “You already broke his heart when you left, now you’re gonna take his life?”

“I broke his heart?” I yell, taken aback. “Watch your mouth Isabelle, karma is a bitch and it was time for it to bit him in the ass.”

“When did you turn into a cold hearted bitch?”

“When your brother ripped my heart out of my chest and stepped on it more than once” I answer, hanging up.

I throw my phone on the bed and start pacing the apartment. He deserves a little suffering. I stop dead in my tracks at that thought. When did hurt turn into hate? I take a deep breath, put some clothes on and head for the door. I am not Alexander Lightwood, I don’t give up on people.

“Where is he?” I asks, entering the New York Institute. “Maryse, where is Alexander?”

“In his bedroom. I didn’t know you were coming back” she says, clearly surprised.

“I am not, Isabelle called” and with that I turn on my heels, heading to Alec’s bedroom.

I push the door open. Jace is sleeping on a armchair that looks really uncomfortable, Isabelle is caressing her brother’s hair. I approach her slowly, “Izzy” I whisper. She turns around, a look of disbelief on her face. “You came!” she whispers, louder. “Y/N I’m so scared.” I hug her tightly before turning my attention to Alexander. He looks terrible but yet so angelic. I take a step forward and stop. I don’t know what to do next. Am I allowed to touch him considering the way we parted a few years ago? He’d look so peaceful if it wasn’t for the sweat on his face and his whole body shivering.

“Where is she?” I enquire.

“Idris. She said she had important things to attend to.”

“What could possibly more important than her dying husband?” I roll my eyes.

“He never loved her. He married her name, her status. That’s why she hates you. You’re his world.”

“Stop fooling yourself, Isabelle. If he loves me half as much as everyone pretends he does, he would have fought for us” I bark. “I told him he’d be miserable if he married her, he knew what he was getting himself into. He deserves to be unhappy within this marriage.”

“I get it, it’s a mechanism of self-defense” Isabelle states. “We both know you wan’t nothing but rainbows and sparkles for him. But if hating him makes it easier for you, alright. I’ll play along.”

“What are you expecting from me, Izzy? I don’t have super powers, the best I can do is shake him hard enough for him to vomit and wakeup while chocking on it” I shrug, taking a sit on the bed.

“I was thinking more… Less brutal. Maybe you could talk to him? He loves you Y/N, he just never had the guts to tell you. Or you could kiss him Disney Princess style?” she suggests.

“I am not putting my lips on his. Nope. Not happening.”

As I lay eyes on him I can’t help but feel pain. Memories of all we lost coming back. From the corner of my eyes I see Isabelle wake Jace up and the both of them quietly leaving the room. “Alright, it’s just you and I, I guess” I start. “I don’t know what to say, Alexander. I’m just-” I search my words. “Angry. I’m just angry at you, at the world. I don’t understand how we ended up like this, how you ended up throwing me away. You pushed me out of your life, and I just can’t figure out why. I mean, I suppose she didn’t want me around but I thought our friendship was way stronger than an arranged wedding.” Tears starts streaming down my cheeks. “I don’t understand how you could choose her over us. How you could choose politics over us. I know you are devoted to your family, but still. It’s unfair for your parents to expect you to repair the damage they’ve caused, you have your own life to live, your own mistakes to make” I pause, getting out of the point. “Just wakeup, alright? I’ll be gone before you regain full consciousness, I promise. I don’t wanna cause you any trouble, I don’t even wanna be here but I can’t let you die on me. I’m not like that, Alexander. So, please, open you damn eyes and stop sweating like that it’s disgusting. And why are you even shivering, it’s summer in New York, what happened to those tight black shirt of yours?” I sigh, getting up.

I pace the room, thinking of a way to wake him up without him chocking on his own vomit. Or having a concussion. Or broken bones. Or stabbing him. He’d heal though. I notice that the pictures are still the same as before. He still has pictures of me in his bedroom. There’s a box with my name on it. As I open it I find all the stuff that I threw away. Pictures, teddy bears, his clothes, gifts he gave me over the years, and the necklace. That fucking necklace he saved money for for weeks when he was seven, he wanted to give me a forever gift. I wore it for years, no matter what. This necklace was my direct link to him. I would grab the little heart shaped diamond whenever I wanted to feel connected to him. And God, I almost had a heart attack that one time I didn’t feel it around my neck, only to find out that Alexander had held on to it for me while I was in surgery. Once again, he’d been the one to put it around my neck. When I took it out, a few years ago, it broke my heart. It meant game over, no turning back. The necklace was all I had left of him, taking it off was ripping Alexander from me once and for all. Like a bandaid. I reached for it countless of times over the past few years, only to be reminded that there was no Alec in my life anymore.

I yawn, the time difference hitting me hard. I lay down next to Alexander, one hand over his chest to make sure he’s still breathing.

“Y/N, you’re crashing me, roll over” I hear a muffled voice. I groan, rolling on my side. I feel myself falling off the bed before strong arms catch me. “Oh my God, are you drunk?” the voice laughs. “I’m sleepy, leave me alone!” I grumble. I drift of to sleep.

“Looks like the two of you finally made up” Isabelle cheers. I open my eyes, only to see that Alec’s arm is thrown over my body, his legs tangled with mine. “Great, you’re alive. I need a shower” I say, pushing his body away from mine. I see hurt go through his eyes but decide to not pay attention to it. He deserves pain. I think. Yet, you crossed an ocean to save him a little voice in y head adds. I splatter water in my face, attempting to make my head clear.

“Y/N, Preston is calling!” Isabelle calls out.

“Preston? Preston the jerk?” Jace asks, surprised.

“Hello? No, I’m heading back today. Book me a flight as soon as possible, I can be at the airport in thirty” I speak into the phone.

“No she can’t. You are not leaving, the two of you need to sort things out! This has been going on for three years, enough now!” Isabelle states. “You are not leaving this place before you had the talk.”

“Preston, book a flight. I’ll call you back” I say before hanging up. “Isabelle, I’m only going to say this once so pay close attention, alright? I don’t want to have the talk. I don’t even want to be here. The only reason I came is because you called me and made me realize that hurt has turn into hate. I don’t hate people, that’s just no who I am. So I came, he is alive, now I’m leaving. And next time he is dying, don’t call me. Do everything you can to save him, but don’t call me. He’s already dead to me. End of discussion.”

“I’m right here, you can talk to my face. Thank you for being better than me, by the way” Alec voices. “I never meant to hurt you, I just- lost control. I took things too far and I didn’t know how to make up for my mistakes so I kind of let it be.”

“You kind of let it be? You fucking broke my heart you fucking bastard!” I yell, tears streaming down my face. “You fucking ripped it out of my fucking chest and fucking stepped on it again and again. I stuck around for a whole year. A whole fucking year. You ran into me every fucking day, you never paid attention to me. You never did anything to make things better between us. I hate you Alexander. And I hate that I hate you because you used to be my whole world, I would have done anything for you! But now I feel nothing but hate towards you! And I’m trying so hard to fight it, but I can’t. You can’t fix what you broke. You broke me and you can’t fix me. You destroyed me. I don’t trust anyone because of you. I can’t because-” I take a breath. “I can’t trust anyone because I trusted you with my life and you betrayed me. How am I supposed to give my heart to any other man when the one I loved for years turned his back to me. There is no making things better. You can’t.”

“Y/N, baby please listen to me” Alexander pleads, facing me.

“Don’t you dare calling me that. Go to hell Alec!” I shout to his face.

“Y/N, please! Don’t do that! I’m sorry! Please! I need you!” he says, grabbing my arm as I pass by him.

“Let go of me, Alexander. I swear to God I’ll chop your arm off” I warn, serious. “I needed you, you weren’t here. You should get a divorce, by the way. Your wife is cheating on you with Preston. I’ve known for years but decided that you didn’t deserve to know. Everyone in Idris knows. Everyone everywhere, actually. So much for a good reputation, cuckold” I spat, storming out of the room.

The Institute fades out behind me. I feel lighter. In a good way, because I finally expressed my feelings. In a bad way, because I feel like I just left my soul and already broken heart behind. I feel empty. I don’t have tears to cry anymore. I feel nothing and it scares me. Love, hurt, hate. What comes next? What do you feel when you have nothing to feel with anymore?

anonymous asked:

Rfa reacting to MC breaking up with them?

Oooh nonny, you’re speaking my language. I love me some angst ;))) I consider V part of the RFA so I’ll put him below a a four line break because the rest of this is really long so it’s going under a cut. I suppose Seven’s route has spoilers too kind of so make sure you’ve done his route/all the routes or only read the routes you’ve done pls I don’t want to accidentally ruin anything for anyone. Also I love Unknown so if someone wants me throwing him in the bunch hit me up and I’ll do it.

Keep reading

When you watch them fall in love with someone else.

Request:  Hello, I just read your “When you watch them fall in love with someone else.” for iKon and was wondering if you could do that for BTS?

A/N: I have slightly upset myself, these sad ones are going to be the death of me. You are worth it but let’s all be sad together. 

Originally posted by syubbie


You would be sitting with him like you’ve done for so long but this time it would feel different, you were holding his hand but his heart and his mind seemed to be ten thousand miles away. You knew that they had been spending a lot of time with their new dancers but you couldn’t stop thinking about the one he kept bringing up. He talked about her like she was someone special and now looking at him watch her the way he was you knew that she was someone special. You started to tear up and turned your head away from the sight of them. He turned his head to looks at you, his eyes blank and his face unreadable. You knew that this was the beginning of the end.

Keep reading

Better Of Dead- Simon

Request: Can you write a story about Simon and Y/N based off of the song Better Off Dead by Sleeping With Sirens? Maybe, one of them feels like they aren’t good enough and the other is trying to reassure them but it’s taking ages, everyone tells them they should break up but they don’t and end up falling even more in love. Sorry about the long request babes 😂❤

•simon x reader•
•word count- 995•
•trigger warning- mentions of suicide- talk of depression•

He hated, no in fact dreaded the conversations he’d have with his friends. The talk about his girlfriend the person who he loved the most no matter what, there was always the spark in his heart when he sees your face. Yet they would tell him to break up with you, saying how you’re bringing him down and that everything in the relationship was failing. He didn’t want to end the thing that kept him going, that kept him alive- the oxygen that he needed. There was comfort around you, yet at the back of his mind he blocked out the negatives, the convincing and the arguments. But then again who would want to remember or think about that, not when you’re in love.

Love was what kept you alive, the strings that held your mangled and twisted heart in one piece. Without him you’d be nothing, or so you thought. For you he was, like for himself, your life source. Craving attention and love constantly, the constant need of feeling wanted ate away at you like a leech. When alone, that’s when the hell starts- the voices, the thoughts and reality all kick in leaving you all alone to live in despair and self hatred.

You looked into the mirror, tears streaming down your face like an ongoing river flushing down a mountain. Darkness consuming your mind, feelings of self hatred clouded the good in you. How could anyone love you, how could anyone stand you? Especially someone like him, Simon was too perfect- apart from the fact that he loved her deeply never once told you how beautiful you were, how gorgeous you had looked. In his case he was embarrassed and never found the words to say anything, turning on the tap you collected water in your hand and splashed it on your face. No he loves me you thought to yourself but does he really? A laugh escaped your lips, a laugh that soon turned into a scream. Something you’d been holding in for ages. Falling to the ground you punched the floor, a shock of throbbing pain surging throughout your hand.

Hearing the door open to the bedroom you and Simon shared you braced yourself, he was in the middle of doing a video with Josh.
“Y/N?” Concern was evident in his voice as he searched for you “are you in the bathroom, is it okay if I come in?” Simon feared the worst, you had been the worst you had ever been in ages. Seeing the door handle turn you felt his hesitation before he opened the door, looking up at him you let out a sob.
“I’m sorry, just- jut struggling” only just managing to choke out the sentence you shot you eyes back down to the floor.

A few seconds had passed, seconds that felt like hours before he made a move and sat down next to you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder he pulled you into a hug as he ran his other hand through your hair, knowing it soothed you, he finally spoke to you.
“Y/n, what’s wrong, I heard you scream and now you’re crying, what happened?” He rambled on, suddenly feeling a wave of anxiety flood him.
“You, me, everything” was your reply, holding back another sob, you had muttered into his chest yet he still seemed to of have understood what you said.
“What do you mean? Speak to me, I’m here for you.” His words were reassuring, calming and most of all believable.
“I’ve heard about the chats,” she spat out, “the chats your friends have had. Telling you to break up with me… am I really that bad? Do they really hate me that much, I thought we were friends- but no, here I am good old ugly, depressed, fucked up Y/N. Go ahead break up with me-” by now your voice had raised, anger boiling. “Why do you stick around, I’m worthless. The way I feel inside, the constant presence of sadness is too much” By now the tears were streaming again, your head buried in your boyfriends chest. “Just-” as you were about to speak again Simon cut you off.
“Shut up okay,” although what he said would have come across as rude the softness to his tone said otherwise “I know you have problems, heck so do I. I am shit at comforting people I’m to awkward for this but I love you okay. In my eyes you’re still amazing, I fucking love you, you are the most beautiful person I ever laid eyes upon.” His hands that were once running through your hair were now plaiting it, trying his hardest to be gentle. “You’re good enough for me, you just need to realise it. Something you can be blind too.”
“Simon- I’m sorry, I hate that I drag you into my own problems. I never meant to do so.” Voice cracking at the end you stroked his arm “sometimes I just wonder what it’d be like to be dead, maybe I’m better off that way” his eyes widened as he heard you speak those words, those words caused a chill to creep up his neck.
“No, no, no listen to me. We’ll get help, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost someone as perfect as you. You are my life source.” He had stopped plaiting your hair and was now stood up. “I know you won’t feel any better soon, I don’t expect you to be. But come on, you and me can spend the rest of today together after I finish recording with Josh” leaning down he gave you a quick sweet kiss on the lips before leaving.

Maybe he was right and hearing him call you beautiful and perfect calmed your fragile heart. “Love you too Minter…” you muttered to yourself before dragging yourself towards the wardrobe to change into some new clothes and to clean yourself up.

Alone and numb // Conor Maynard

Requested by anon - An imagine about Conor’s depression and how he hasn’t phoned his mum in 3 weeks. You encourage him to phone his mum and you take him out on a cute little walk and it makes him feel better.

You’d just got off the phone with a worried Mrs Maynard, she’d been trying to get hold of Conor with no success for a couple of weeks now and she was beyond concerned about him.

You’d managed to convince his mum that he’d just been extremely busy but you knew that was a complete lie. You knew he’d been trying to hide something for a while and it had recently become clear to you that he was struggling with his depression again. Ignoring his mum was simply a comping mechanism.

When Conor goes through a rough patch with his depression he tends to try and hide it. Hiding it from the fans he found easy, he could put on a fake smile and tell a few jokes and to them he looked fine but when it came to close friends and family it was different. To you the cracks in his forced smile and fake facade were all too evident. That’s why he tried to distance himself from you, his family and his friends; he’d simply visit the studio more and socialise less.

You and Jack had been waiting patiently for a couple weeks now for him to speak about it but you were still waiting and you’d come to the conclusion it was time to intervene before he broke.

You made your way to his flat and let yourself in, making your way up to his bedroom where he was bound to be. You spotted him instantly still led in bed and staring into thin air, oblivious to your presence.

“Conor?” you asked softly, trying not to startle him as you sat by his side.

He immediately broke from his trance and a small smile appeared on his lips when he saw you. “Hey beautiful,” he wrapped his arms around your waist pulling your body closer to his and nuzzled his face into your stomach as you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I spoke to your mum earlier,” you stated simply, you felt him push his face further into your stomach but he didn’t give any response so you carried on “She’s worried about you Con and so am I.”

“There’s no need to worry, I’m fine,” you heard him mumble.

“I’m not stupid Conor, I know when you’re trying to hide something and I know when something’s not right with you. You may think that the smile you plaster on your face is convincing but I can see straight through it. Talk to me Con, stop shutting us out.”

You felt him sigh, “You don’t understand.”

“Help me understand then, tell me what’s going on in that head of yours!” You felt his body start to shake slightly and realised that he’d started to cry.

“How can I? I can’t make you understand something that I don’t understand myself,” his voice gave away how vulnerable he was truly feeling. You pried his arms from around your waist and shifted so you could lie next to him and pull him into a proper hug, his face immediately found home in the crook of your neck and you felt his tears making your skin damp.

“I feel so alone all the time despite being surrounded by people and no matter how hard I try I’m constantly disappointing people,” he sobbed into your neck.

“Conor baby you haven’t disappointed anyone,” you told him soothingly while trying to hold back your own tears.

“But I have, why do you think I haven’t spoken to my mum? I know the moment I speak to her she’ll realise what a fuck up I’ve become and-”

“Conor, stop it,” you interrupted before he continued as every word he spoke was breaking your heart even more. “You’re in no way a fuck up. I love you, so does your mum and Jack and everyone, we’re all so proud of everything you do.”

“Really?” he asked quietly.

“Really, now how about we go for a walk or something. It’ll do you good to get out of this dingy room for a bit” you felt him nod his head against your neck. “Come on then,” you kissed the top of his head before slowly getting up and pulling him with you.

You looked at him as he stood in front of you hardly recognising the boy that was usually filled with smiles and laughter. You reached up and gently wiped away the tears that rolled down his cheeks then pulled his head down to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep him close. You pulled away and rested your forehead against his, staring into his eyes that didn’t quite sparkle as they used to.

“I love you,” he whispered breaking the silence.

“I love you too,” you whispered in response, giving him one last kiss before letting him go so he could go and change.

As you walked out of the building together you saw Conor cringe at the cold wind and you pulled his body closer to yours to share warmth.

Now out in the light you could see him clearly, he was exhausted and stressed, showing how his insomnia and the work he’d been putting into his album had hit him hard recently. His clothes that once fitted his figure perfectly now hung with a looseness that suggested he hadn’t eaten as much as he should’ve recently. You cursed yourself for not doing something sooner to try and ease the emptiness in his eyes which reflected how he felt inside.

You spent a long time walking around the streets, just talking about pointless things, until you ended up at the park. You pulled Conor over to the bench with you and sat down. This time when you looked at him you saw a small amount of the real Conor back, it wasn’t much but it was still an improvement and anything you could do to ease even a tiny portion of his pain was important to you. Even if you had to walk with him for hours and tell him about every single thing that had happened recently in your life it was worth it to you.

“people don’t understand,” Conor said suddenly, interrupting the silence.

“Understand what?” you asked confused.

“Depression, there’s this preconceived thought that when you’re depressed you’re sad all the time but that’s not it. At least if I felt sad I would feel something but I don’t, it’s just this big empty feeling that can’t be shifted no matter how hard I try to fill it. I feel alone even though I have you and so many people who love me. I feel as if I’m a constant disappointment regardless of how many people praise my work.”

You kept quiet as he spoke worried that he’d stop if you interrupted, Conor was never one to spill his feelings like this so for him to be speaking this openly with you was amazing.

Once he’d finished talking you simply kissed his cheek knowing that he’d hate if he thought you pitied him. You returned to the silence you were sat in but it wasn’t tense or awkward, it was comfortable and relaxing.

“I’m glad you’re opening up to me.”

“I’m sorry that I started to shut you out,” he told you honestly and you once again responded with a kiss on the cheeks.

You’d been back at his apartment for a few hours now and were cuddled together in his bed watching some rubbish movie that neither of you were really interested in.

You placed your hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently gaining his attention. “You should talk to your mum Con,” you told him gently with a reassuring smile.

The small smile that you’d worked hard to earn over the last few hours quickly dropped from his face and a worried expression appeared “But Y/N, what if she is disappointed in me? What if she suddenly realises I’m not the person she thought I am and decides she doesn’t love me anymore?”

“It’s your mum, she’s not going to hate you for something you can’t control Conor. Your whole family knows about your depression and it doesn’t change the way they think of you, they still love you as much as they did before.”

“Thank you,” he told you with a soft smile, he leaned in and gave you a lingering kiss before pulling away and wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you closer than you were before.

“I was just telling the truth Con”

“No I mean for today, thank you for making me feel something after spending these last few weeks alone and numb.”

It was then you were sure he’d get through this, sure it wouldn’t be easy but he was stronger than anyone you’d ever met and as long as he had you and people to support him this wasn’t going to beat him.




SUMMARY: -request-You told your sister that you have a boyfriend so she’d stop trying to set you up with people but now she’s coming to visit and you’re in too deep and need a fake boyfriend ASAP. (THANK YOU TO @super-slick-fanfic-chick for letting me use this idea for my series! Love you!)

PAIRING: Barry X Reader 

WARNINGS: none really

A/N: I am so happy to announce that I am finally done with finals and have returned to the land of fan fiction and tumblr. This was a lot of fun to write, even though finals kept me busy and writers block tried to stop me. Let me know what you guys think and whether you want part 2 or not! ALSO! thank you @winchester-with-wings   for editing this! You rock!

        You are seriously starting to consider murder. Life imprisonment doesn’t seem so bad if that means a break from your sister’s constant nagging on your perpetual single life. But if you’re being honest with yourself, she’d probably haunt your ass, asking why you still haven’t found a man. You know she means well, just wanting you to find the same happiness she’s found with her wife, Jane.

           However, with terrible blind dates one after the other, set up by your well-meaning sister, you couldn’t handle any more. That’s why when Thanksgiving came swinging around this year, you tried everything to get out of it. Even going as far as to say you were in the hospital, but your mom saw through every lie. She’s known you long enough to spot it over the phone, (it’s a little discontenting at times). So here you are, miles away from your home in Central City where you could be wrapped in a blanket or dining in with Barry, who had invited you to Thanksgiving with him, Iris, and Joe. Instead, you sit at your family dinner table, with your sister, Megan, across from you in the middle of one of her infamous rants. Like this one, they usually focused on your “fast approaching doom” of becoming a spinster.

“Y/n, I’m just saying that there comes a time in your life where you have to ask yourself, is it me?” Megan chides as she passes the mashed potatoes to your dad. Unintentionally your jaw clenches, it has developed into a habit around Megan.

“Right, dad?” She asks him, like a child waiting for approval. He seems like a deer in headlights and makes the wise decision of standing from the table and claiming to have forgotten the gravy. Even though it was sitting in front Aunt May.

           It doesn’t take Megan a second for her to spin her head back to you, her face a bit softer.

“You know what? There was this guy, Sam something, I met at a charity event last time I was visiting you in Central City. I think you both would hit it off—“

“Meg, honey, not now.” Jane, your sister-in-law, pleads, and you mouth out a ‘thank you’ to her. You’ve spoken too soon; however, as Megan pulls out her phone waving Jane off.

“Just a second, I’m sure I have his number in here somewhere.”

           Your heart beat quickens while anxiety follows. You are not going on another crappy blind date.

“Meg, stop it. I’m serious!” You beg, but she’s glued to her phone. Heat bubbles up inside of you, and anger fills your head, turning your ears red. “Megan,” Damn, what are you going to have to do to convince her to give it up? This is getting ridiculous.

“Found it!” She exclaims, and you forget to think. (God, you’re an idiot sometimes).

“I have a boyfriend!”

           At that, your sister is snapped back to reality, and it takes you a minute to let the words sink in. Shit, what did you just do? Your mind flies through possible ways out, take it back, lie, act like nothing happened…but it all brought you back to the simple point: if your sister thinks you’re taken, no more blind dates, no more speeches of being doomed to live alone. Of course you don’t really have a boyfriend, but how hard can faking it be?

                                       **6 MONTHS LATER**


           Pretending to have a boyfriend has turned out to really not be that hard. With your sister almost never visiting, all you really had to do was answer questions about your “boyfriend” whenever she called. And man, was it bliss, to not be worried about what blind date was next.

           Barry’s feet rest on top of your coffee table, and you stretch your legs on top of his. He smirks, and pulls his eyes away from the movie.

“Comfortable?” He asks, laughter hinted in his voice.

“Very.” You give him a cheeky grin, cuddling up next to your best friend. Chuckling, he wraps his arm around you.

           Tonight was one of your weekly movie marathons with Barry. When no metahumans would be tearing the town apart and Barry, aka the Flash, didn’t have to stop them, the two of you would choose movies you’ve never seen, or movies you wanted to see again or TV shows and marathon them together. Eating more popcorn and milk duds than humanly possible, and joking around. Sometimes muting the television and making up your own commentary for the characters.

“Hey, we’re out of popcorn,” You point out and look up at Barry expectantly, causing him to roll his eyes with a smirk. He doesn’t need to respond and he moves away his arm, standing up and moving towards the kitchen, taking the empty bowl with him.

“Thank you!” You call to him, stretching out the ‘ooo’ sound as you say it.

           Suddenly, the noise of someone knocking against your door enters into the apartment. Groaning, you toss the blanket you had to the side and make your way towards your front door.

“Barry,” you yell out, pulling open the door as you speak, “did you order pizza again? You know there is such a thing as too much pizza…” Your voice regresses suddenly when you’re met with the person standing at the door. Instead of a pasty, teen in delivery uniform and holding a pizza box, your sister, Megan, is there.


           She reigns you into a hug, taking you in by the neck causing you to laugh.

“What are you doing here?” You inquire, pulling away to get a good look at her. You haven’t seen her since Christmas.

“What? A loving sister can’t visit?” One look from you has her giggling away her previous serious expression and walks inside, dropping her coat into your arms. “Okay, your right. My business is hosting another Charity event here! It did so well, last year and I thought, ‘hey if I’m in town, why not stay a couple days with my younger sis?’”

“So, you’re staying here? At my place?” Oh no.

“Well yeah, unless, of course, if you want me to go…”

“No, no, of course not, it’s just—“

“Y/n, I get it, you don’t want me to intrude on you and the boyfriend, but I swear I’ll be the best guest ever. You and him are even invited to the Charity Gala!” You don’t know how to respond, but she doesn’t notice, her eyes busy looking around the room. “Where is the guy anyway? I want to meet the man who stole my sister’s heart.”

           Right about now you wanted to hit yourself in the head with a frying pan. How could you forget, about telling her you and your make believe “BF” were living together? Another one of your brilliant lies, at the time you thought it made your story more believable, but now you were wishing you kept your mouth shut.

“Megan, I have to tell you something,” you begin, the truth has to come out. You can’t invent a boyfriend out of thin air.

“Oh, don’t tell me that you and him broke up? I mean seriously, Y/n, can you not keep a man?”

           At that, you shut your mouth tight. It was all flooding back again, like nothing had changed. It’s in this moment, that Barry, bless his soul, decides to come out from the kitchen, a newly filled bowl of popcorn in his hand.

“Double buttered just how you like it,” His voice trails off when he sees that you’re not alone, his eyebrows crinkling together for a moment.

“Oh, you must be him! I am so happy to finally meet you!” Megan’s face lights up when she sees Barry, quickly walking over to him and enveloping him into a similar hug she gave you earlier.

“Uh, Barry meet my sister, Megan. Megan, this is Barry.” You introduce, awkwardly shoving your hands into your pockets. Your best friend’s face lights up in recognition and immediately returns a smile towards your sister.

“It’s really nice to meet you, too. Y/n, has told me a lot about you,” he tells her and she looks him up and down with a grin plastered to her face.

“Y/n, you didn’t tell me your boyfriend was hot.” She exclaims,

“What?” Barry questions, his face in complete shock and bewilderment. Megan, luckily, didn’t catch on.

“Hey, I may be gay, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know a hot guy when I see one, and my sister has definitely snatched up a good one.” She replies in confidence, and you want to hide your face in your hands.

“You know what, Barry, can you come with me?” You say finally, trying to control this before things gets out of hand, “I, uh, need some help setting up the guest bedroom.”

“Uh, yeah, okay.” He agrees, reluctant, placing the popcorn on a table nearby.

“Meg, just make yourself at home, we’ll be right back!” You tell her before pulling you and Barry into the spare bedroom.

           You turn around, after closing the door behind the two of you, and are met by Barry’s stern green eyes and his eyebrows raised expectantly.

“Okay,” you begin, reaching out to him, “I can explain.”

“Run that by me again?”

           Barry sits on the edge of the bed, and he runs his fingers through his hair, before turning to look back at you, across from him.

“Barry, you know I wouldn’t be asking you if I had another choice,” you don’t bother to repeat the plan again, you’ve already done it twice.

“Okay, let me get this straight. You told your sister you were dating someone so she would stop setting you up on blind dates, but now she’s here and you need me to pretend to be your boyfriend?”

           You move closer to him,

“She’s only in town for a couple days. Barry please, I’m desperate.”

           He bites the inside of his cheek, like he does when he’s thinking something over. Your heart beats anxiously for his answer.

“How sure are you that it’s going to work?”

“Like 20%.”

“And the other 80?”

“The other 80% means my sister finding out I’ve been lying to her for months and she never talks to me again.”

“Those odds suck.”

“I know, but I need you, Bare.”

           Barry smiles and scratches a spot behind his ear, before giving a reluctant sigh.

“Why not? It should be fun.” He breaks into a large grin, and you tackle him, covering him in a bear hug.

“Seriously? Thank you so much!” Barry laughs into you, his back lying on the bed from when he fell against your sudden burst. You fall to the side, rolling off of him. The two of you stay like that, for a second, giggles being shared between the two of you. Him on his back, with his head turned to see you and you on your side, a hand propping up your head. Barry’s the first to speak,

“How hard can it be, right?”

It’s Easier Not to Fall in Love in the First Place

@waywardtimemachinejellyfish requested: I know you probably have a lot of requests right now, so feel no pressure to get this one done! Can you do an imagine where the reader is newts good friend, and has a crush on him, but sits back and watches him get close to Tina? And the reader feels insecure and thinks he likes Tina, when Newt actually likes the reader?

A/N: wowza guess who’s bakc after like two weeks. i was on a decently long car trip and got in the mood to write and this request stuck out to me. maybe it’s because im actually quite a jealous person so i just relate a lot to the reader?? idk. also,,, does this remind anyone else of ‘ballet shoeos’ (the movie version not the book) when mr. simpson gets advice from thea on how to ask sylvia out???? i haven’t seen that movie in a while but that was like my childhood. requests are temporarily closed but feedback and messages are always welcome

Warnings: none (i don’t think)

You hurried down the street excitedly, imagining Newt’s expression when he heard the news. He knew you had wanted this promotion for months and you were sure he would be thrilled for you. Also probably a little glad because it meant you would stop talking about it constantly. You barely noticed the cold as you broke into a run as you saw the apartment in the distance.

You were breathless by the time you arrived at the door and you took a moment to slow down and breathe. Once your heart had calmed down and your face returned to a more normal color, you tried the the door.

You spent most evenings talking to your best friend and knew he didn’t bother to lock the door until you left. The living room was empty and you looked around in confusion for Newt. You spotted his case on the sofa and knew he had to be home. He wouldn’t have left without his creatures.

You were about to call out to him when you heard voices coming from his room. You crept towards the closed door and the voices became distinguishable.

“Don’t be stupid, Newt!” A female laughed. Tina. “You’re so likeable!”

“I’m not su-” Newt began to retort but he was cut off.

“You are! What’s not to like?”

You couldn’t hear the conversation anymore. A dull ache had appeared somewhere in your chest and you felt your knees weakening. You hadn’t been foolish enough to think that Newt liked you, but you had been foolish enough to like him. Scratch that. Love him. And know it sounded like he and Tina were a thing. You felt tears prick your eyes and carefully you fled from the room and out of the apartment building in the direction of home.


“Are you feeling okay, sweetie?” Queenie asked in concern taking in your pale complexion and the bags under your eyes.

“I’m fine,” you brushed her off. “Just haven’t gotten that much sleep recently.” You tried hard to keep your mind off of Newt, aware that the woman next to you would know if he so much as flashed across your mind. She looked imploringly at you for a better answer but gave up when she knew she wasn’t going to get one.

A cheerful ring announced the opening of the front door and was closely followed by Tina calling, “QUEENIE!”

“I’m being summoned,” Queenie giggled, hopping up and give you a last squeeze on the arm before crossing the living room. Tina poked her head in followed by, you felt your heart miss a beat, Newt. He was flushed from the winter night and his hair had gotten swept up in the wind.

“Y/N!” Tina greeted happily. “If I’d known you were coming…”

“Don’t worry about it!” You put on a smiling facade. “Queenie convinced me to come only an hour ago.”

“I was just on a walk with Newt. It would have been lovely to have you with us.” She replied forlornly.

“I’m sure you still had a wonderful time?” You beckoned her to join you on the couch. Newt followed her into the room and sat in the chair next to the couch. “Tell me about it before I go help Queenie prepare some dinner.”

You tried to focus on the story, but all you could see in your head was the mental image of Newt and Tina laughing and holding hands as they strolled through the darkening park. You imagined Newt pressing himself to Tina for warmth, used to his frequent complains about being cold.

You had never been a terribly jealous person. You remembered when you were at school and all your roommates would complain about some girl or guy that had stolen the ‘future love of their life.’ You had laughed along with them, helping them come up with plots to break up the couple, none of which were ever actually put into action. You had never really felt that. Of course, you’d had crushes. Quite a lot of them, in fact. But you had never really gotten mad when someone else was dating them. You knew realistically that you didn’t have much chance with them so you weren’t that worried about them dating someone else.

It was different with Newt. You had grown close to him. Even though you had told yourself countless times that he didn’t like you, there were those times when you’d catch him staring at you and smiling. And you would blush and look away and, no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop the flicker of hope that lit up inside you. You had someone let yourself believe that there was a chance. How could you have been so stupid?

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Newt’s voice forced you out of your thoughts and you shot up quickly.

“I’m sorry, what?” You apologized, shaking your head to clear it. “I’m just tired.” You responded to the concerned looks on your friends’ faces.

“Queenie was calling you from the kitchen,” Newt explained, still studying you intently.

“I’d better go then.” You stood up hurriedly before you allowed yourself to get lost in those breathtaking eyes of his.


“We have to put it up!” Tina’s excited voice drifted in from the kitchen. You looked up from the book you had been reading curiously. You were over at the Goldsteins as they decorated for Christmas; although, you had to admit that you weren’t doing that much helping.

“Are you sure?” Queenie asked uncertainly. “I don’t want it to cause anyone uncomfortable feelings.”

“You can have Jacob over,” Tina bribed, her voice getting higher as it did when she was trying to talk Queenie into something.

“…Okay,” Queenie gave in.

You put the book down and pulled yourself off the sofa. The kitchen was the only room that had gotten decorated so far. Tinsel and lights were strung up all over the small space making it seem even cozier than it already was. You looked for the decoration that the sisters had been discussing.

You found the incriminating plant in the hands of Tina. The mistletoe was clutched in her hands, probably to make sure her sister wouldn’t grab it. You felt your heart drop into your stomach. That had been happening quite often since the conversation between Newt and Tina that oyu had overheard a fortnight ago.

“Where do you think we should put it?” Tina asked holding her the mistletoe up to the top of the doorframe and eyeing it scrutinizingly.

“It looks great there, Tina,” you encouraged. “It’ll be the quite the attraction.” Your throat closed up as you said that. Queenie gave you a queer look and you realized that your emotions must have been pretty glaringly obvious to her. “I’m gonna go back to my book,” you finished lamely desperate to avoid the conversation you were sure Queenie was about to start.

You turned around and shrieked as you nearly ran straight into Newt. You pulled back just in time to keep from actually hitting him. You grabbed onto the doorframe to right yourself.

“I-I’m sorry,” you apologized shakily. “I didn’t see you there.”

“It’s my fault,” Newt interjected. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. I was wondering if we could talk, though?” His tone was pleading. “Alone, maybe?”

“Say no more!” Queenie trilled, grabbing Tina by the arm and dragging her out of the room.

Newt waited until he was sure they couldn’t hear before beginning.

“These last two weeks, you’ve been a little off.” His tone was light like he was worried about setting you off.

“Just tired,” you answered. It wasn’t even a total lie. You were exhausted. That just wasn’t the only problem.

“There’s something else though,” Newt said insightfully. “Can you tell me what has been bothering you?”

“It’s nothing, really!” You promised, looking around for something to use as a distraction.

“If I tell you what’s been bothering me, will you tell me?” He asked. You were so shocked that something had been troubling him that you didn’t even think when you nodded. “Good.” He nodded encouragingly. “I’ll go first.”

You waited for him to begin but, even though his mouth was open, nothing was coming out of it. You remained that way for a few minutes before he took a deep breath and actually began. “What’s been bothering me is that… I’ve found someone who I like quite a lot.” The sinking feeling had returned. “And I-”

You couldn’t hear him go on and on about his crush on Tina. You had to interrupt. “Tina? How wonderful! I’m almost positive she shares your feelings! Shall I go get her then?”

“Not Tina, Y/N,” Newt sighed. Those words were enough to keep you from leaving.

“Not Tina?” You repeated quietly. “But then who? Maybe…” You cycled through the names of his female friends in your head.

“Oh for god’s sake! It’s you, Y/N! I’m so madly in love with you and I haven’t been brave enough to tell you.” You stood frozen at his words, shock expressed clearly across your face.

You pulled yourself out of your frozen state as you saw the crestfallen look on Newt’s face.

You couldn’t help it. You threw yourself at him. Your hands found his hair, winding themselves into it. Your lips pressed firmly against the soft warmth of his own. He took it in stride. Wrapping his arms around your waist and smashing your body into him. The desperation and tension of the last two weeks coming out in the fierce, intense, passionate moment.

You pulled away breathing heavily, adoring eyes fixed on the beautiful panting creature that was Newt Scamander. “I thought you like Tina.”

“Why’d you think that? She said I was being too obvious.”

“You were spending so much time together..” You trailed off, not wanting to sound creepy.

“She was helping me figure out how to admit my feelings.” Newt blushed at this. You felt your heart flutter in pure happiness. You closed the distance between you again, this kiss softer and more intimate. Newt was the one to pull away this time and you moaned in complaint, trying to move back towards him.

He laughed at your neediness. “I told you what’s been bothering me these past few weeks; it’s your turn.”

“Well, prepare yourself because it’s quite a story.”

anonymous asked:

Yooo! RFA+V with marriage proposals? Please~

a|n: since MC in game is a girl, for this is BxG and a GxG proposal since anon didn’t specify if they wanted a preferred gender for all :o


  • Yoosung has always been regarded as the baby so proposing to you would be going all out to try prove to everyone he was grown
  • you don’t need to, baby ;n;
  • buuut he still adds gaming elements to the proposal and you could argue that his would be the cutest proposal
  • he makes you do a scavenger hunt around the house since he’s too nervous to ask you straight up
  • he’s not THAT confident yet
  • it starts off with a post it note on your pillow as soon as you wake up with riddles [to do with games]
  • ????
  • there are lots of post it notes leading to other rooms in the house and you end up finding notes in the weirdest places
  • but those weird places are ones where you have weird memories and you can’t help but tear up because… he remembers? :’)
  • “Remember when we stayed up all night sitting on the stairs talking about everything..?..Next note is on your favourite console”
  • so you just continue following these notes around
  • its a hell of a workout going up and down the stairs
  • but where the hell was Yoosung and what was the point of thi-?
  • you’re lead outside to the garden with a single post it note on the fence
  • “It’s under your nose”
  • what a booger? fuCK
  • but looking down you see a pokeball and you frown
  • what the hell is he trying to capture me??
  • but as soon as you pick it up the ball lid opens and there is.. a ring?
  • and may i say that the ring has a LOLOL logo engraved on the inside but you don’t care because its! a! ring!
  • you’re frozen in shock with tears forming in your eyes at how cute everything was you didn’t deserve him oh god
  • someone who’s crying more than you is a fiddly Yoosung who’s been watching you from behind the whole time and you finally hear him sniffle
  • “W-will you-”
  • “yes yes yes yes yesy eys eys”
  • both teary eyed babies hugging eachother 


  • 21561561% cliche 
  •  he went all out on all your dates so you weren’t expecting him to forget your anniversary wtf man
  • he calls you to say that he’ll be home late due to his schedule and you almost burst into tears
  • “ don’t know what today is?”
  • “um.. no but my manager is calling me, I gotta go, love you!”
  • he hangs up and you’re left in shock?? 5 years and he can’t even remember?? (I’d kill him)
  • it’s the worst day ever as you sit on the couch in your pyjamas with tear stained cheeks cursing Zen under your breath
  • “You know what, I’m going to buy a fucking cat now to replace him”
  • your anniversary also HAPPENED to be on valentines day (he was always so cliche i’m telling you) so the romance films weren’t helping you
  • but you end up falling asleep 
  • you’re woken up to a text from Zen though telling you to come to the place where you guys first met eachother irl
  • you’re about to ignore the message but he sends another one
  • “.. don’t ignore me, pretty please (ᵔᴥᵔ)”
  • that damn face persuaded you but you end up leaving your house in pyjamas since it was almost midnight with a plan to kill Zen
  • you end up heading to the park and there was a picnic blanket with roses and candles (is this legal??)
  • “..Zen? ..who else has a white ponytail 
  • approaching him in your fluffy pyjamas was embarrassing as he stood there in a suit
  • “so I spent all day getting this ready and you show up in that? you’re adorably stubborn - i love you”
  • but how was I supposed to know????
  • you can’t stay mad as you munch on the treats while talking with Zen until its close to midnight
  • then suddenly he holds your hands and looks into your eyes
  • here we go
  • “I love you with all my heart. We’ve been with each other for years and my love for you grows more each year. You are a beautiful and caring person and have always been there for me 100% through the bad times, so now I hope you will say yes and make me the happiest man alive… 
  • Will you marry me?”
  • you were crying 1.2843 seconds into the speech so by the end you were a mess as he knelt before you holding a beautiful ring
  • so you just lean over and hug him crying into your neck
  • “Are those tears of happiness because you said yes or..”
  • you just nod and he hugs you back tighter before pulling you into a loving kiss and slipping the ring on to your finger
  • “Hey.. you’re mine forever now”


  • unlike the other members I feel like she wouldn’t actually propose
  • she’s way too shy
  • but it’s still HELLA cute
  • fiddling with her grandmother’s engagement ring in her drawer that was passed down to her she contemplates proposing (ooOOO)
  • but she thinks of rejection and puts it away every time (OOooh  :c)
  • with her head in her hands she leans over thinking about what to do before you walk in unexpectedly
  • hurriedly hides the ring as you slip into bed next to her
  • “What was that?”
  • “J-just papers..”
  • you don’t really believe her but you trust her enough to not question her and pick up a book
  • for that reason some day she couldn’t help but notice how the strands of hair fell into your eyes 
  • and how you unconsciously chewed on your bottom lip while reading
  • and fuck when did you get those freckles??
  • she pretty much has to stop herself from just kissing you right there and then but then you say something.. strange
  • “Do you see a future with me Jaehee?”
  • she tries not to show the confusion on her face before turning to face you and nodding 
  • “Why wouldn’t I?”
  • “So why don’t we get married, like tonight?”
  • poor Jaehee almost dies of shock and freezes - tonigHT? ( u need a hearing aid yeS TONIGHT!!!)
  • she’s a sucker for cheesy things
  • but you add on “Not those tacky Vegas weddings, just a small ceremony, tonight you and me? lets elope”
  • her heart pounds 1000 miles per hour at hearing your words and she breaks into a smile at the thought of the ring on your finger
  • and gains a little confidence before sliding her hand under the pillow to pull out the ring she hid earlier proudly
  • “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time actually, so let me do this properly would you do me the honours of becoming my partn- no, my wife..?”
  • and you grin before she places the ring on your finger and run out of bed to get dressed to get married
  • tonight!!


  • the poor boy hired a proposal planner to try have the most perfect proposal because he didn’t want to mess it up
  • he could propose in the toilet and i’d say yes but thats just me
  • the night before the date he rehearsed his lines that were helped written by the planner and he couldn’t sleep a wINK
  • going to dinner was a normal thing for you two
  • but this time you noticed something… different?
  • he was sweating buckets and kept wiping his clammy hands on his pants and mumbling to himself
  • he’s going insane..
  • he doesn’t speak to you the whole ride to the venue as he just stares out the window mumbling to himself
  • he’s acting so distant? have i pissed him off???
  • you walk onto a rooftop which is empty apart from a single table with lit candles
  • you’re about to ask him whats going on but he’s on the phone
  • ????
  • he’s shouting on the phone and you can hear what he’s saying
  • “tonight had to be perfect… where are the string quartets?… why are there pink roses i specifically asKED FOR RED?” pipe down boy
  • but jumIN I DON’T CARE
  • you pry the phone out of his hands before hanging up on the person because this was so much more than enough??
  • but he still angry rambles
  • “I wanted this to be perfect, but people can’t follow orders - it’s supposed to be one of the best days of your life but..”
  • best day of my life what the - oh
  • “I had a speech prepared for my proposal but I can’t remember a single word, I’ve ruined this completely for you haven’t -”
  • so you just get him to shut up with a kiss because he’s a fucking adorable idiot
  • “Wait.. so does that mean you’ll..?”
  • “Well, of course.. I love you”
  • he hugs you v tight because never has he met someone as understanding as you who doesn’t give a shit about money or his power
  • and he’s happy to call you his wife


  • initially i thought he’d also go all out and propose in like a flash mob or something
  • but he wants to confuse you (and succeeds)
  • 28.5729, 80.6490
  • those numbers are going to be the DEATH of you
  • he just gives you those numbers on a post it note and you’re about to die of confusion as he just sits there smirking next to you
  • “..Are you going to help me”
  • sips on Dr Pepper “Nope”
  • getting your laptop you try put the numbers in to equations, google, you even text the other members to see if they know what it means
  • but nOPE they’re just as clueless as you (apparently)
  • he loves seeing you pull your hair and scream at him in annoyance with a small grin on your face 
  • savage??
  • he just continues laughing at you before he writes down another set of numbers for you on a post it note since he’s enjoying the hell out of this
  • “Not again i’m not fuckING SHERLOCK”
  • 01101101 01100001 01110000
  • .. map? OH GOOGLE MAPS
  • you type in the coordinates and it leads to..
  • The Kennedy Space Station?? excuse me what the hell is going on why am I looking for - wait
  • you switch to the ‘Earth’ view and zoom in not believing your eyes.. is that red hair, is that a white ponytail??
  • all the members are holding up a sign which spells out
  • Will you be the rick to my roll, will you marry me?”
  • Saeyoung’s been looking at you with anticipation beside you the whole time chewing the inside of his cheek
  • before he can ask the question again to you properly with a ring you leap into his lap and kiss every inch of his face a billion times
  • he’s crying, you’re crying we’re all crying and turns out he was recording the whole thing on the laptop camera you were using 
  • aaaand the footage been sent to every RFA member
  • giving you the ring you sit there in confusion because when did you go to the Kennedy Space station you freak??
  • “Last month to book our venue you punk”


  • he could ALWAYS see starting a life with you and he wants to start a life with u straight away
  • so he’s been planning this for aGES
  • one day he tells you to meet him at the gallery you first met him at because he needed to show you something
  • so you show up and its all dark and empty??
  • are you going to get me killed here
  • but one of the lights suddenly turn on above a photograph and as you go to take a closer look
  • its the first selfie you and V ever took together
  • no no no why am I already tearing up
  • but along the wall you see more photos ranging from the first ones you took to later candids and selfies (ded)
  • under each photo there was a date and a few words underneath which you noticed his scribbly messy handwriting
  • you’re just in shock and in a daze at how thoughtful he is where is he I want to kiss him right now please
  • continuing on along the room you read each photo caption with tears brimming in your eyes
  • the autumn and winter photos you took together recently were hung up there professionally (ayy reference to prev posts)
  • he’s cheesier than mozzarella pizza goD DAMN IT
  • on the last photo the caption tells you to walk into the next room and you run in hoping to see V in there but
  • nope
  • it’s just a room with a single mirror straight ahead of you and underneath there’s one of those notes
  • “Memory 156: 27/10/2016 - Will you marry me?”
  • WHAT
  • you look up in to the reflection of the mirror to see V kneeling before you with a ring and you turn around just to see if it’s real
  • ..well it is a mirror?
  • the tears brimming in your eyes have spilled over and you clutch your mouth in surprise before nodding and embracing him
  • and you swear you can feel him shaking a little too as you feel a few tears escape from his eyes onto your neck
  • you guys can be happy now ;u;

anonymous asked:

does ambw have to be off anon? i'm willing to do that. can i suggest an ambw w/ rm and V where Candi (oc) is a great dancer and they find her really attractive but she's pretty shy. but she wants them too. it can be kinda rough, have fun with it. :)

Dance with Me:

Candi smiled nervously as she made her way into the bighit building looking around with excitement. She looked at her phone at the message about her audition following the long of girls and guys that were waiting outside of the studio. She started to breathe in and out of her nose deeply as she waited for her chance to come.

Candi had passed an online audition to come and dance for BTS is Korea. If she did well today she would be their backup dancer and she felt that her dream would finally come true. She had gotten everything paid for by them so of course she wouldn’t turn something like this down. But her only regret is that she wore her black spandex shorts with a long sleeved white under armor shirt, if she could redo this whole thing maybe she would’ve put on pants because the way the girls were eyeing her figure made her a bit shy.

But she knew she had looks, so instead of letting herself stress it out too much she combed through her hair letting her song play in her mind. She was going to do a dance to I’m on by Omarion and she knew that she had it down packed. She walked up slowly as the line moved watching people coming out the room with tears and she didn’t know if it was good or bad but it didn’t look like many were passing. She was also seeing quite the number of blacks as well as herself and she felt a bit better about being there. 

When it was Candi’s turn she walked in the room looking around before she looked in the center seeing all of BTS sitting at a table and she felt her heart drop. They were so handsome in person and she could feel the tears in her eyes, but before she could completely make a fool of herself, their manager came and helped her set up what she needed. 

She bowed at the members before the song started and she started to dance her heart out as if these were just any other guys at her house or at her local dance studio. She even had parts of the song where she shook her ass and turned her back to them. She didn’t know if this would be her only chance or not so she had to do it all. When the song was over she leaned over bracing her hands on her knees hearing claps and cheers from the table making her look at them and smile. 

“Wow.. Is it Candi? I think you did wonderful.. One of the best we’ve seen here so far. I have a few questions for you, if you don’t mind.” Rap monster spoke up eyeing the girl with clear interest and want. He wanted that girl. She was beautiful brown skin, nice figure, lovely hair. He didn’t even care if it was real or not, he’d still pull it. Her ass shaking caused quite the stir in his pants and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t having perverted thoughts about the girl. 

“Y-yes it’s Candi and sure ask away.. Oppa.” She said blushing softly not knowing if she should say that or not and everyone in the room smiled at her politeness and Rap Monster felt his pants stiffen up more as he coughed. 

“Are you flexible? With your schedule and with your limbs. And if we hire you, will you work hard to please us no matter what?” Namjoon asked having a deeper hidden meaning under all of his questions.

“I came from the States everything was paid for, but I have my things packed because I knew it could go either way and a apartment ready to buy today if I get this. So I can be ready to work today. I am very flexible, I have been dancing forever so the limbs just got right. And I would love to please you, to please all of BTS in anyway possible no matter if it hurts, I’ll get through it!” She smiled brightly.

Taehyung groaned softly knowing what Namjoon was up to but this girl was so oblivious he just wanted to push her against the wall for being so cute and it added to her overall appeal. Namjoon nearly moaned out loud when she said she would do it even if it hurted and he wanted to test her theory out. He looked around the table seeing Taehyung shift a bit and they shared a brief look of understanding before Namjoon eyed the girl again. 

“Candi, let Taehyung lead you to a dance practice room, I want you to start today, and I will come check on you guys soon.” Namjoon said with a nod before all of BTS stood up and congratulated her. 

Candi screamed jumping up and down in happiness that everything worked out her way, watching as Taehyung smirked and walked to her leaning down to whisper in her ear. “I hope you’re ready to get sore.” He coed softly before he walked out the room. 

Candi blushed but she followed the taller male down the hall, squealing when her grabbed her hand to keep her close to him, looking at all the fans looking at her with rage and dirty looks and she knew already things would come up behind this, but honestly she didn’t care. She was now a dancer for BTS and one of her favorites was holding her hand. 

Taehyung turned the corner getting in an elevator with the girl looking down at her. “I’m glad I got to meet you, you’re going to relieve so much stress.” He said licking his lips and Candi watched him finding herself thinking dirty thoughts about him but she would keep it to herself as she nodded.

Candi walked behind him when the elevator stopped looking around at all the practice rooms watching as Taehyung opened up one and quickly pushed her against a cold mirror causing her to yelp and look at him with wide eyes. 

“O-oppa what are you doing?!” She asked groaning when he kissed her lips, placing his plump ones on her own and she pulled back pushing at his chest before she felt herself blushing and glaring. “I-I am not that kind of girl, I came here to dance not to be a fucktoy.” She said with a whisper softly sighing when Tae cupped her chin making her look at him.

“I don’t want you to be a fucktoy. I want you to be my friend, maybe more, and my dancer. But can you blame me for wanting you after I had to watch you bounce that ass.. Maybe you should bounce it on my dick.” Taehyung said letting his voice drop lower and Candi shivered looking down at his crotch smirking slowly as she cupped his member. 

“Oh my, Candi made you hard didn’t she? I’m so sorry oppa. I’ll fix it..” Candi said lifting his shirt up before she kissed his lips pushing him against the mirror, reversing their position and Taehyung moaned into the kiss, leaning his hands down to grab at her ass pushing her closer to him, surprised when she broke the kiss and started to trail her mouth down his body. 

Taehyung grabbed at Candi’s hair as she got on her knees and undid his sweats pulling them down with his boxers. Taehyung groaned watching as she grabbed his dick starting to pump it slowly before she wrapped her lips around it sucking his head and he let his hand rest firmly behind the back of her head, letting her know she wasn’t going to get out of this. He started to thrust into her mouth slowly watching as she took him through her lips letting him hit the back of her throat as she swallowed. 

Candi kept her eyes on Taehyung letting him fuck her mouth as she swirled her tongue around his member trying to find his sensitive spots. She heard the door open and when she jumped and tried to pull back Taehyung roughly pushed her head back down his dick making her choke a bit as he held her head watching as Namjoon entered the room. “It looks like someone wants to play with us.” Taehyung said watching as Namjoon stripped off his shirt and knowing him, he didn’t have on boxers. 

Candi watched Taehyung would wide eyes groaning when he released her, and she looked behind her seeing Namjoon leaning against the wall adjacent to them. She felt her cheeks flush as the dimpled male made his way to her not saying anything to her just pushing her down on the ground. 

“I want you.. And I don’t have much in me for foreplay. Oppa is very needed and we need to make this round quick because you need three more members to dance with you. But I will give you this, you’re something to make me want you, I never go after dancers, and I promise you will be the only one I touch. Now be a good girl and strip.” Namjoon commanded pulling back. 

Candi nodded her head as she got on her knees, taking off her long sleeved shirt before her bra throwing it to the side, then laying on her back as she stripped herself of her shorts and soaking panties. Namjoon smiled undoing his jogging pants before he looked up at Taehyung. 

“Do you want her mouth again or do you want her pussy?” Namjoon asked. 

“I got to feel that wonderful tongue. Now you should, I want to fuck her pussy.” Taehyung said quickly putting her on her knees watching as she looked back at him, his hands coming up to jiggle and slap at her ass cheeks spreading her legs wide as he rubbed his fingers up and down her pink folds watching as Namjoon took down his pants laying down in front of the girl. 

Candi crawled up a bit letting her tongue lick around Namjoon’s member, her hand trying to fist him as she sucked on his head harshly tasting some of his salty and sweet precum. She shuddered letting her head bob up and down his member slowly as she felt Taehyung enter inside of her. Candi moaned around Namjoon’s member causing him to thrust his hips up to make his member slide down her throat. 

Taehyung groaned at how tight she was his hands grabbing at her breast pulling on her nipples as he started to slowly thrust into her tight walls, his dick marking her insides as his territory. Taehyung moaned when she started to roll her hips back, his mouth starting to kiss up her spine as he fucked her a bit harder and faster watching as she took Namjoon deeper. 

Namjoon threaded his fingers in her hair thrusting his hips faster into her mouth, holding her eye contact as she started to slurp and moan around his member, her teeth grazing across his flesh and Namjoon rolled his head back not wanting to be to loud. He started to buck his hips a bit faster inside of her mouth trying to keep his pace with Taehyung.

Candi started to moan like crazy around Namjoon’s length letting her jaw relax as he fucked her mouth and Taehyung fucked her pussy. Both males were stretching her really good and she was enjoying every moment of it. She bounced her pussy back on Taehyung’s dick as she started to drip more her walls tightening around him as she felt her orgasm coming closer. 

Her stomach tightened up as she felt Taehyung starting to pound into her pussy his hands coming down to spank her ass, turning her ass red as Namjoon continued to thrust up into her throat making her mouth sore as she continued to make loud lewd slurping noises around his dick. 

Taehyung reached down starting to rub Candi’s clit harshly wanting to get her off first. He saw her arch her back a bit and he smirked curving his dick upwards to hit her spot dead on with each thrust his hand getting wetter from her juices as she squirmed around, moaning louder around Namjoon’s dick and Taehyung could they were all getting close. 

Candi arched her back cumming first on Taehyung’s dick as he pounded against her spot erasing her thoughts of how to do anything right, her pussy clamping down on his member as she felt him cum inside of her with a groan and she was so happy she was on the pill. She took his cum deep inside of her rolling her eyes a bit as some spilled down her legs. 

Namjoon watched the scene in front of him, Taehyung grabbing at her shoulders slamming her back slowly on his dick and Namjoon couldn’t help but cum in her mouth from the way she continued to make noise around his dick causing him to release a lot.

“Candi~!” Namjoon moaned out quietly as he watched her slurp up all of his cum and clean him off. Namjoon pulled out of her mouth pulling her face to his, kissing her lips deeply as he tasted himself shoving his tongue into her mouth. 

“Yeah… I think Taehyung has a lot more dancing skills to teach us both.” Namjoon said with a smirk, which he would use that lie to get the three of them to have fun a lot and Taehyung nodded his head liking that plan a whole lot.



Anxiety - Derek Luh imagine

Summary: Y/n is sick and tired of Derek’s constant high and she’s determined to get to the bottom of it.

Y/n pov

“No I’m not coming tonight I don’t feel like being in that environment tonight.”
“What are you even talking about. You my lady I need you at my show.”
“Nahh you don’t need me at your show. All you need is a little liquor and some weed and you won’t even notice I’m not there. Now if you’ll excuse me.-”
“I ain’t excusing shit, you better not hang up on me.”
“Bye Derek!” I say ending the call.

Delany just walked into the room with two cups of tea and putting one in front of me.
“What was that about?” She asks while sitting next to me.“ At the Same moment my phone goes off and I see it’s Derek again. I send him to voicemail.

“it’s hard being with Derek.” I say sighing and putting my phone away.
“I know he can be a handful.” She says laughing and I shake my head while trying to keep the tears from falling.
“Y/n what’s wrong?” Delany asks me worriedly and I shake my head again.
“No, no I know you don’t like to interfere with me and Derek’s relationship I respect that.”
“Well you’re obviously really upset. Just tell me what’s wrong Y/n.” Now it all becomes too much and I burst in tears.
“I don’t know what to do Delany. I love him so much but I just don’t feel happy with him like I used to.”
“I know it isn’t my place to nag about this because I knew exactly what I signed up for when I started dating him but it’s all just so much.”
“I just.- When me and him are together and just laying in bed talking laughing… I feel like we’re the same person. I’m the happiest then because I have him with me and I feel loved and… I always try to keep him in bed as long as possible because I know when he wakes up the first thing he’ll do is smoke and then everything changes.”

“I never knew you had a problem with his smoking.”

“Because at first I didn’t. But now we’ve been together for three years and I can see a future with him. I can picture marrying him and having his children but this weed addiction is always gonna stand in the way of that.”

“Why do you think that though? I don’t understand where this is coming from.”

“Okay I don’t mean to offend you or your brother in any way but right now he’s not fit to be a father. ”
“What? Derek loves kids!”
“I know he does but it takes a little bit more than that to raise kids. He has to actually care. And you can say whatever you want but he doesn’t care about anything when he’s high, which is like a good 80 percent of the day.” I spit out and Delany looks at me and shakes her head.
“I get where you’re coming from but you’re wrong saying he doesn’t care about anything. He’s the most loving person I know. No one on this earth loves me as much as he loves me. And I know he loves you too. He’d never want you to feel this way.”

“I don’t know what to do. I want us to grow together and it just seems like we’re staying in the same place.”

“I’ll talk to him okay.” Delany says while holding onto my hand.
“No, no it’s okay really.”
“It’s not okay. I want that for my brother Y/n I want him to have a family and be happy and he can’t lose you. I won’t let him.” She says and pulls me into an embrace.
I nod.
“Thank you for caring.” I whisper in the crook of her neck.
“I’ll always care Y/n. You’re my family.”


Delany pov

“Lil sis! I’m glad you could make it out here!” Derek says with a smile while embracing me.
“Of course D. You know I wouldn’t miss it.”
“I gotta go smoke before I go on but I’ll speak to you after aight?”
“Yeah, sure.” I say while hugging him tight.
“Good luck out there. I’m proud of you.” I whisper in his ear earning a smile that warms my heart. I go backstage and help the boys set up the merchandise for the fans to buy before and after the show.

After the show

“You did great D!” I say and he takes me into his embrace.
“Ew, you’re all sweaty” I say laughing and he laughs too while wrapping his arms around me tighter.

“Thanks Lil sis” he says while letting go of me. Kevin creeps up in him and pushes him hard causing him to stumble.
“You did it man!” He yells loudly and all of the other guys huddle together and start pushing eachother. I know that’s how they show love so I just laugh and step back.

“I’ll be handling your merch while you take pictures aight? I’ll meet you backstage after.”
“Aight Lil sis, see you in a bit.


"Things are changing man.” He sighs and takes a sip of the liquor in his cup. With his other hand he’s texting and by the look on his face I know it’s Y/n.
“Are you texting Y/n? I ask and he nods.”
“We been fighting a lot lately.”
“She told me how she felt about you today.” I say and he looks up at me while putting his phone in his pocket.
“I don’t think she can handle the lifestyle Derek. She’s really trying but she’s talking about you being distant because of the weed.”
He sighs and runs his hand trough his hair.

“I mean I don’t wanna be high all the time anymore. I know it bothers her and I don’t wanna do that to her but without the drugs… I don’t even know who I am man. I only feel like myself when I’m high off my ass and I don’t know if that’s what I want anymore.” He answers closing his eyes and leaning back on the couch. I take his hand in mine.
“Derek you should do what makes you happy.”
“FUCK Delany I don’t know what makes me happy!” He says and takes his hand out of mines.
“Sorry it’s just…”
“I get it Derek, but let me just be upfront with you. Y/n is the real thing. I’m telling you, you’re not going to meet a girl that’s down for you like she is. She genuinely cares for you and it hurts her to see you like this. Shit, it hurts me to see you like this. You have this amazing life and these amazing fans and it’s like you’re always too intoxicated to realize it.”
“Shit’s just harder when I’m sober.” He answers with a raspy voice and a tear slips down his cheek. Derek is never the one to get emotional the only person who really gets to see him like this is me. I don’t even think he trusts Y/n enough to be this vulnerable around and that’s a real problem. All I want is for my brother to be happy but he’s making it so hard on himself. I wipe his tears away with my thumb and take him in my arms just comforting him.
“I know it is. These are just things you need to overcome but you will. Just know I love you and I’m always here for you and so is Y/n. Let her in. She’s the one Derek ”
“I know she is. But all the people I’ve let in stabbed me in the back.”
“Sometimes you just gotta take a leap of faith brother.”


Derek POV

“Y/n!” I yell while walking into our apartment. When she doesn’t answer I walk over to our shared bedroom.
“C'mon Y//n. I know you not really asleep.” I say with a smirk on my face.
“Aight you wanna just ignore me?” I ask. Still nothing. I walk over her and start leaving kisses on her cheeks to the crook of her neck.. still nothing. I smirk and blow cold air into her ear and she flinches and starts giggling.
“Derek!” ex yells while pushing me. And I start laughing too.
“You know better than to fool me.” She lifts her head from her pillow and looks me in the eyes.
“You’re sober.” She says surprised and I grin.
“Can you please cuddle me?” She asks pouting and I don’t have to think twice before taking off my clothes and getting into bed with her.
It stays quiets between us as I wrap my arms around Y/n and letting my hands rest on her ass. I squeeze it hard making her giggle again.
“How was your show?”
“It was good. The whole thing was packed and the fans were really turnt.”
“I’m sorry I missed it.” She mumbles softly and pecks my chest.
“Nah that’s okay. What’s on your mind though babygirl?”
“Lately I’ve just been thinking. About us and what I want in life.”
“And what’s that?”
“It’s you Derek. It’ll always be you.” She whispers and nuzzles her face into my chest.
“But I also want children. And I want to get married, live in a big ole house with you, our kids and eight dogs."  She says and I grin.
"I know you do. And I promise you I’ll give you all that and more.”
“I don’t know if that’s even possible. I don’t know if I could still be with you and have your children when you’re always coming in late and when you are you’re high off your ass. And I know how hard you work to provide for me and our future but I can’t help but feel I’m losing you.”
“You’re not losing me babe.”
“I know but I can’t help but feeling like you don’t care. Like you’re trying to escape me by getting high.”
“Nah that’s not it babygirl. Trust me, I care. I care so much I can’t even think straight cause all I do is worry. And then my worry turns into fear. And after that It just becomes paranoia.” I softly answer. I hear Y/n’s breath getting heavy and and she puts a hand against my cheek.
“Baby look at me.” I look her in the eyes and I can see her eyes getting glossy with tears.
“Do you suffer from anxiety?” She asks me and I close my eyes.
“Please baby, can you please just look at me?” She repeats herself and when I do I can’t stop the tears from falling either. I don’t have to answer her, when I look her in the eyes I know she knows. She wraps her arms around me tighter and now takes me into her embrace, us crying together
“Why didn’t you ever tell me D? I wouldn’t have let you dealt with this alone. I would have been there.”
“I just have trouble opening up to people you know this.”
“Yeah I do but I thought you trusted me.”
“I didn’t want you to lose trust in me. I don’t want you to worry about me relapsing or anything like that.”
“Derek I’ve never doubted you. I know the last thing you want is to go back to that place and you need to find help before you do.” I shake my head. This is what I was scared of.
“I can’t do that. If they give me medication I’ll just become addicted to the drugs. I’m self medicating, and it’s working.”
Y/n sighs and places a kiss on my temple.
“I love you.” She whispers and rubs her thumb on the back of my hand.
“I love you too.” I say lacing my fingers through her.
“I don’t know what I’m gonna do to fix it, but I promise you I will. I just need you to be a little bit patient with me baby.” I whisper.
She sighs.
“I promise I’ll be there. Please just don’t shut me out anymore. I’d never leave you Derek you’re stuck with me.” She says chuckling which causes me to laugh.
“Aight.” I answer while Y/n moves over to straddle while grabbing my cheeks with both hands.
“I luhhh you.” Y/n whispers in my ear making me chuckle and grab her by her waist, running my hands up and down her sides before letting them rest on her ass.
“You really are my down chick ain’t you?” I ask smiling up at her and she grins.
“I gotchu.” She answers and wraps her arms around my neck pulling me into a tight embrace.
A/N: So this is my very first Derek Luh imagine ever so I’m still getting to know his character. Please let me know what you thought about it and if you liked it olease give it a heart and reblog.


Originally posted by natexsk8

Perfect Perfidy Pt.4


Find part 1 here, part 2 here and part 3 here PART 5 HERE!!

V sat you down in his living room and went to grab a cup of chamomile tea, it was obvious he was suggesting you needed to calm down quickly as he stepped around you like you were the last of your kind.

“I’ve known Jumin for a very long time and trust me when I tell you he is an extreme pushover and a blithering idiot when it comes to his emotions… which is why I think you should hear him out or if you don’t want to see him you can just listen to me” V starts off while stirring your tea, you nod your head, encouraging him to continue with his explanation, it was much better than having to be in the same vicinity as Jumin, he was already right about that so maybe he had a couple other points he was right about.

“You already know that he isn’t good with his emotions and how to handle them and in this case Jumin is capable of doing some extremely stupid things” He handed your tea while examining your face for any giveaways of what you were thinking “From what Jumin told me, he was threatened, it’s actually a stupid reason but we both have to remember this is Jumin we are talking about, he was told that if he didn’t have sex with the woman then she would do something to Elizabeth or even you to make him regret his decision”

Your jaw dropped “but I heard him moaning, I was there!”

“MC, he was having sex, of course he would moan..”

You blushed “right..but who is this woman? Why would she blackmail him? Is he really that dense to believe those threats?”

“The woman was just a random, one he has never seen before, he says, but she has been fired since so you don’t need to worry about that, Elizabeth to him is equally as important as you to him, she was a gift given to him from Rika with special meaning but you are quickly gaining a higher place in his heart, after all, Elizabeth is just a cat”

You shook your head, how could Jumin be so stupid? You didn’t understand how his mind worked, he was so indifferent yet when given the opportunity he was the most emotional person you knew, you knew he was improving with help from you and you were beginning to second guess your decision to leave him. You loved him, you were sure about that otherwise you would have left him without a second thought.

“V, I think I need to go home and sleep on this, I love Jumin, I really do, but I’m still hurt..”

He nodded his head and walked with you out of his house and into his car. The car ride was silent as V drove you back home also known as Zen’s house, Zen had been unbelievably kind to you and you wondered what you were going to say to him when you left, it was inevitable you were going to leave however you just weren’t sure when.

V parked his car in front of Zen’s apartment and looked at you before saying “I hope you plan on returning to him soon, he does have a company to run after all and he can’t do it without his loved one’s emotional support”

You nodded your head and got out to walk to Zens apartment door, you lightly knocked after you heard the TV from outside and the door opened to Zen without a shirt and hair out, a bottle of wine in his left hand.

“You’re home MC, where were you?”

You walked in as he stepped aside to let you in, you hadn’t forgotten the other tragic night when you had thought Zen drugged you but it was actually one of Jumin’s stupid security guards, despite that, you had preferred to stay away from him tonight and relax, maybe even a little drink would help you ease up, you thought as you eyed the bottle in Zens hand.

“I was just doing stuff Zen, why are you drinking?”

He was silent before he dropped to his knees in front of you “MC, MC please forgive me, I was drunk and I wasn’t thinking straight, I don’t know what happened, why didn’t you tell me to stop? I would have stopped right away, I respect you MC, so so much, please forgive me”

You knelt down in front of him, wiped his tears away and smiled “Zen, I could never be mad at you, you’ve helped me so much I can’t even begin to imagine how much I owe you and don’t worry about what happened the other night, it’s been solved..” You looked away from his concerned eyes and down to his wine bottle, you knew it was a bad idea because you couldn’t handle a lot of alcohol yet for some reason you had thought you were invincible, what was the worst that could happen?

You swiped the bottle from Zens hand and downed half of what was left, Zen continued to stare at you before asking you to stop.

“MC, I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to drink”

“Why not? You’re drinking and you’re good at handling alcohol and you managed to get yourself drunk, I need to relax so I’m going to drink”

Zen laughed and flopped down onto his butt, he couldn’t argue with you so he just decided to be with you, all of his common sense rendered missing.

Both of you had conversed while drunk, talking about anything that came into your minds and somewhere along the way you had moved to the couch and the proximity between the two of you decreased rapidly.

Zen was the first one to make a move, he lightly touched his lips to yours and you let him, he made you feel nice so you let him, he made you feel wanted, so you let him. His lips moved and pressed against yours urging for you to participate as he slowly pushed against you until you lay flat on the couch however you still didn’t move your lips so he moved to your neck, his hair tickling you and his soft lips exciting your nerves.

“MC, how are you so oblivious?” Zen muttered as he worked his way down your chest until he reached your shirt, he slowly reached up and thumbed your nipples through your shirt developing a soft mewl to come from you, Zen ground against you making his arousal further known and wanting you to continue making soft noises for him. You felt excited and extremely turned on to notice what you were doing until he dropped his head into your neck and ground into your core with his growing tent so intensely that you both moaned loud enough to wake up the neighbours and loud enough that you managed to regain your senses, despite how intoxicated you were.

“Zen, please, I-”

“I love it when you say my name you know, with you under me and aroused because of me is the best scene I’ve ever experienced”

You furrowed your eyebrows, what was this buffoon talking about?

“Zen, you have to listen to m-”

“Fuck, I want to hear you scream my name so bad”

You let out an aggressive sigh and pushed him off of you so you were straddling him.

“Zen, I’m going back to Jumin”

He looked at you, not a flicker of emotion passed over his gorgeous sculpted face although his mouth had managed to move.


Not Anymore (Foxxay).

Misty had always been the sweetest person Cordelia knew; She would always help everyone and couldn’t even stand at the thought of hurting someone or something in any way. But, the Headmistress could see the cold way the Cajun treated her husband; Hank was never the one to show much love to Cordelia, she used to talk to him and try to understand what was going on, but after arguing so many times over how Delia was so sensitive since everything was okay, the witch just gave up and started to tolerate her marriage; The Supreme didn’t know why she was still with him, but the idea of actually ending their relationship seemed like something impossible; He was everything she had, besides from her new student who seemed to instantly connect to her since the first time they had talked.

Keep reading

Strangers Pt. 3

“I really hope I didn’t wreck your chance to be happy with someone else.”

“She’s what?!” Grayson exclaimed after hearing the news from his sister, who had just received her invitation. You and Grayson hadn’t talked since that night in your apartment a few years back, but he constantly wondered about you.

“You had your chance, Gray. She moved on.” He heard Cam sigh through the phone.

“I literally told her I love her. She kicked me out.” He huffed, running his fingers through his hair. “I can’t let her do this, Cam. Not without telling her how I feel, at least.”

“Grayson she’s finally happy, I won’t let you take that from her.”

“I have to tell her, Cameron! She told me how she felt, why can’t I do the same?” Grayson was growing agitated by the conversation he was having with his sister.

“You weren’t getting married when she told you! You’ve had years to talk to her, you could have called her at any point and told her how you felt!”

“She didn’t want me, Cam! She kicked me out of her apartment, for Christ sake!”

“Do you think she wants you now, Gray? Now that she’s getting married and starting a family of her own?” Grayson sighed, fully aware that he had lost. Cam was right, he couldn’t waltz in on the day of your wedding and wreak havoc; but since when does Grayson listen to anyone but himself?

“Whatever, just take me as your plus one? I want to be there.”

“It’s in three weeks, make sure your schedule is clear.” She ordered him before hanging up. He couldn’t help the feeling of bitterness he had. You were getting married to someone who wasn’t him.

Sure, he could have called you or showed up at your apartment when he visited and told you, but you kicked him out. You didn’t love him anymore. Or at least that’s what he thought.


You slowly paced across the hotel room floor, chewing on your bottom lip. You were beginning to get cold feet; was he really the one for you? The person you’d happily spend the rest of your life with, have children with, and build a life with?

There was a quiet knock on your door, followed by “Will you think of me when you eat the wedding cake?” Your breath caught in your throat as you opened the door, revealing none other than Grayson Dolan in a fitted tux.

You were shocked to see him, especially at your wedding. You didn’t invite him because of how things ended when he left your apartment and the years that followed; neither of you had made any efforts to contact the other.

“Hi,” you whispered, barely audible. “What are you doing here?” He wasn’t saying anything, just staring at you; admiring your beauty.

“I came to talk to you, Y/n.” He sighed, finally looking away. “Can I come in?” You nodded and stepped out of the doorway, allowing him to enter the room.

You thought it was a bit odd that he would fly from LA to Jersey just to talk to you. “I only have about a half hour before I need to get into my dress, so what’s up, Grayson.” You asked, sitting in one of the chairs in the living room.

“Are you happy?” He suddenly blurted, which took you by surprise.

“I’m sorry?” You couldn’t comprehend the question. Who was he to show up unannounced and start asking such ridiculous questions?

“Are you happy, Y/n?” His eyes met yours, and your heart melted. Those eyes, those beautiful hazel eyes; the ones you fell in love with years ago were staring into your soul, unlocking every feeling for him you locked away.

“I am.” You didn’t believe it when you said it, and the face he made told you that he didn’t believe it either. You were happy, really. Just not as happy as you hoped to be at this point in your life. It didn’t feel right anymore, but you knew you could be happy with your soon-to-be-husband. He treated you right, he loved you.

“Come on, Y/n. I know you better than anyone.” You felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest.

“Knew.” You corrected him. “You knew me better than anyone. I’ve changed, Grayson. I’ve had years to change.”

“I love you.” Your eyes widened at his sudden statement “Like I’m really in love with you and I just needed you to know, like you needed me to know before I moved to LA. I had to tell you before you got married and I really missed my chance.”

“Stop it, Grayson.” Tears were welling in your eyes. He couldn’t do this to you; he couldn’t tell you he loved you on the day you were getting married to someone else. It wasn’t fair. “You’ve had years to tell me this! So why are you doing it now, on what is supposed to be the happiest day of my life!?” The tears you so desperately tried to hold in began to fall.

“I don’t know; I didn’t think you’d be getting married so soon. Heck, I didn’t even know you were seeing someone!”

“You can’t put this on me, Grayson! I moved on!”

“Did you really? Look me in the eyes and tell me that you’re over me, Y/n. If I believe it, I’ll leave. I’ll catch the next plane to LA and be out of your life forever.”

Staring into his eyes, you whispered, “I’m not over you, Grayson.” How could you be? He was your best friend, your shoulder to cry on, your soulmate; he was the love of your life, you would never get anyone like him.

His hands quickly found their way to your waist as he pushed his lips to yours, pulling you closer to him. The kiss lasted about three seconds before you pulled away. “I’m supposed to be getting married in,” You quickly glanced at the clock on the wall, “Seven minutes, Grayson! What am I supposed to do?!”

“Don’t get married,” He shrugged “I mean, you can’t marry him if you love me, can you?” He was right, you had to call off the wedding. Grabbing the hotel phone, you dialed your maid of honors number, telling her you couldn’t do it.

“Please don’t try to talk me into this, Y/f/n. I love someone else.” You hung up before she could say anything else.

“I love you so much, Y/n. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything before, like way before.” You grinned at the hazel eyed boy sitting in front of you.

“I love you more, Gray.” He grabbed your hands, pulling you to him once again.

“I really hope I didn’t wreck your chance to be happy with someone else, Y/n.”

You let out a loud giggle, “Oh you totally did, but I know I’ll always be happier with you than anyone else.”  


So here’s part three to Strangers! Hope you like it!

Part one

Part two

We’ll Bleed and Fight for You

(Part Two of “If We Build a Strong Enough Foundation”)


Pairing: Lin-Manuel x Reader

Summary: “And then it hit you. It was as if your sister herself had reached out of that journal and slapped you because all of a sudden you knew that Lin was Sofia’s dad.”

Note: This is significantly worse than the first part was so I’m gonna apologize for letting you guys down in advance. It’s also for sure gonna be the last part of this story, I don’t plan to do a part 3. BUT DUDES I’m so so happy that you guys liked the first part and I hope that this is at least somewhat satisfying! Thank you for all the incredibly kind messages, I don’t deserve you people! 

Word Count: 2,860 (I’m the Worst)

Welcome to Disaster pt. 2 

You were something of a pack rat. A big part of you believed it stemmed from growing up sharing a small room with your twin sister. You would always fight to make sure that your things remained yours.

Of course you’d also do anything you could to steal your sisters clothes and books and toys.

The point was, you never quite grew out of it. After Lin had officially moved in with you, he began teasing you about the things he’d find in drawers around your apartment. (Why do you have a subway pass from 2006 in here? Planning a Back to the Future adventure?).

It had never been a problem though, not until you had to start packing up your lives into orderly boxes to move across the pond (the big one, all the way to London). The task was daunting and you spent more time dreading packing than actually doing the work of it. You and Lin would start sorting through a closet only to end up lying on the floor and tossing a two-decade-old rubber ball back and forth while listening to a cassette tape you’d made when you were fifteen.

Keep reading

Come Back To Me

My first big story, from my imagine of seeing Dean for the first time since he became a demon. I’m getting alot of inspiration from here :) hope you guys like!

from my imagine

“SAM!” you scream as you enter the bunker like a bat out of hell.

It had been a normal day, as far as normal had been these past months. Ever since that night Dean disappeared leaving the not saying let him go, life hadn’t been all that normal.

The first week you and Sam had been in shock. The second week was when all hell broke loose. Sam became a man obsessed, determined to hunt Dean down and bring him home. You had a plan to go with him, find him together but even that went to hell.

You woke up one morning in the bunker alone, no sign of the youngest Winchester anywhere. You found a note in the library saying he’d gone alone to protect you. He’d left you too.

It was the first time in many years you’d been alone. Days turned into weeks with little to no contact from Sam except from the odd update finally you got the call from Sam you’d been waiting for

“Hey Y/N” he says sounding in pain and a little worse for wear.

“Sam, gosh you sound…” you don’t get to finish

“I know, and I feel worse…so much worse” he lets out a deep sigh and you know something terrible is coming

“Y/N its Dean, He’s…he’s a…demon” you don’t reply, not believing a word your friend had just said. He knows you don’t believe him. He explains what he found out. What Crowley had told him, and you begin to cry.

He was a demon? Sam went on but you couldn’t focus on his words. Your heart was tearing in half. All you heard was he wouldn’t be too much longer, and that had been 4 days ago.

This morning you’d gone out on a supply run, as you returned to the bunker and pull your car up, you see a welcome sight.

She looked run down and unkempt. “Oh baby, what happened to you?” you say to the silent fifth member of team free will as you cleaned some grime from her emblem.

You run for the door, supplies forgotten as you tear through the bunker screaming for Sam.

You hear the hunters boots jog to the entrance of one of the rooms, pulling you into a hug before pulling you away from the room he emerged from.

You frown up to him. “Stay away from there Y/N, he’s not our Dean”

“Sam he needs our help!” you say freeing yourself from his grasp.

“And we are going to help him, I’ve started a ritual but it’s not going to be pretty” he explains about the treatments but it’s not enough for you.

“I want to see him Sam!” you practically shout

“Just wait till I’ve done the treatments…”

“We don’t even know if it’s going to work!” you wipe away a stray tear

“Sammy I have to see him” you plead “I just….”

Sam always knew how you felt about his brother, hell probably the only person who didn’t know was the man himself. Even Cas had told you to tell him! But you never built up the courage. The fear of destroying your friendship if he didn’t feel the same was too big of a risk.

“Don’t get too close, and he’s probably going to say some things Y/N, he can’t break his chains but…I’ll be by the door”

You quietly walk up to the entrance, Sam on your heels. You take a breath, and walk in the door.

He was tied to the chair, in red shirt and his hair a little different. Dean lifts his head, but what stares back at you shakes you to the core. Black. Black eyes meet Y/E/C ones. At first a look of shock crosses his features at seeing you. Hope rises in your heart that you Dean is still in there somewhere, that the treatments are really working, then is a split second it all falls apart.

He lets out a demon screech; you jump in shock, never believing that a sound like that could come from Dean. He throws his head back in laughs at you.

“Aww, did I frighten little Y/N/N?” he questions in a teasing voice, evil smirk on his face. “What’s a matter baby? Scared of the big bad wolf?” you stare at him in shock, Sam was right this isn’t your Dean.

“You know I hoped with you not being here that you were finally gone! But no, here you are all worthless and doe eyed” you swallow a lump in your throat

“Enough” Sam growls from behind you

“Poor Y/N, no family, no friends, no one who LOVES her” He smirked at the last part. “That the only reason we let you stay, pity…we pitied you. You’re just a lost little girl. Pathetic really” your throw on your best glare

“If I’m the pathetic one asshole, how come you’re the one tied to the chair?” your turn away as he lets out another growl, you close your eyes at the sound. “Finish it Sam” you say as you pass him to wait outside.

You stay outside the room for a while, listening to the screams and taunts being thrown at Sam. But you couldn’t take anymore. When Sam came to check on you, you told him you couldn’t listen anymore and he told you to take a walk around the bunker and he’d call if he needed you. As you walked away he said Cas should be here in a few hours and if you see him first bring him here.

After walking a while you ended up in your room, sitting on the bed when you get a call from Sam on your cell.

“WHERE ARE YOU?”he whispers down the phone

“My room…Sam what’s…”

“Hide now! Get you knife and hide, he’s out” the phone clicked dead

You being to panic, you grab your angel blade that Castiel had given you and that’s when you hear footsteps getting closer. You jump into the closet, pushing yourself into the corner where you can just see through the slats but are out of sight due to the clothes.

Suddenly you see the outline of a red shirt; you clamp your hand over your mouth

“Here Y/n/n, come out and play” he looks under your bed, he turns to the closet. You tighten you grip on your blade, when the lights go out. He hear Dean growl.

“SAM!” he shouts heading for the door. You couldn’t leave Sam to face him alone. Not with his arm…you decided to head towards the electrical room as that’s obviously where you friend was last.

Slowly making your way towards the room, your blade held in front of you. Your finally see Sam’s tall frame before you and you latch on to him, making him jump.

“You should have stayed hidden!” he whispers sharply

“I couldn’t let you do this alone Sammy” you say gripping his hand, he pulls you behind him. That’s when the light came back on and Sam runs for the door locking Dean inside.

You catch up to hear Sam ask Dean to let him finish the treatments.

The sound of the axe hitting the wooden door makes you and Sam both jump back.

“You act like I wanna be cure, personally I like the disease” he chops away at the door. Sam tries to reason with him but all you can do is watch Dean look at you both with hatred.

“Dean stop it! I don’t wanna use this blade on you” Sam begs

“That sucks for you don’t it? Coz you really mean that” you chops again, each bang breaking your heart a little more. Your Dean wouldn’t want this

“If you come out of that room I won’t have a choice!” Sam shouts as he shields you from the flying splinters of wood

“Sure you will! And I know which one you’ll make” his eyes from to yours as he prepares to swing again “Ain’t that right Sammy? But you see, here’s the thing. I’m lucky, hell I’m blessed as there’s just enough demon in me to kill you” he turn his gaze to you “and you” he smiles “and there aint no choice at all” he hits the door harder as tears escape your eyes.

Sam pushes you and shouts “Run! RUN” you do as you were told as you hear the door totally break apart.

“Sammy….Y/N” you hear from behind you, Sam takes the lead and you follow, unable to focus on where you were going through the grief at the idea that the man you love is going to try and kill you.

“Come on Sammy, let’s have a beer and talk about it” you hear him mocking “You too Y/N maybe we can cuddle up a little” you feel sick at his words. You just want your Dean back. “I’m tired of playing, let’s finish this game!”

You let out a silent sob at his words you follow Sam, moving to the opposite side of the corridor the check the hall for Dean. You nod at Sam to give him the all clear from you way as you both move back to take a breath you see Dean swing at Sam the same second he does.

Sam ducks in time holding his knife to Dean’s throat. You come to your senses joining Sam holding your blade ready to move if you’re needed.

“well look at you” Dean said releasing his hold on the axe that is now buried in the bunker wall. Sam breathing deeply, fear taking hold of him. He didn’t want to hurt his brother, tears clouded your vision again but you blinked them back. This wasn’t how things were supposed to have gone.

“Do it” Dean taunts pushing forward on the blade slightly “it’s all you”

You close your eyes and send a silent prayer to Cas *Cas please if you can hear me, please help us I don’t know how but please* you didn’t want Sam to have to do this; you didn’t want to have to do this.

You open your eyes and see Cas standing behind Dean unnoticed. Sam lets out the breath he had been holding and drops his knife.

Dean smirks eyes turning black and moved towards You and Sam. Cas jumps forward and encircles his in his arms

“It’s over, Dean its over” he says in his gruff voice eyes flashing blue with his grace, something you’d ask him about later. Dean begins to scream but can’t break the angel’s hold.

You turn to hug Sam who looks as heartbroken as you feel.

“I’ll take him to the room” Cas said from behind you. Sam nodded

“We’ll be right there” in a flash Cas and Dean are gone and you and Sam are jogging back to the holding room.

You all secure him in his chair, Cas standing guard. Dean’s head hangs forward

Sam injects him with more blood and you all wait. Sam and Cas talk about what we’re doing to him. But you don’t listen, you what Dean.

He begins to shift and you grip your blade, Sam unscrews the cap on his holy water and Cas stands ready.

Dean’s eyes open and they are black, your heart shatters, but then they fade back to normal, and his beautiful green eyes stare at you all. He shakes his head as if to clear it. He lets out a deep breath

“you look worried fellas” he said with a small smile, he catches you in his peripheral vision sitting on the desk in the corner “what’s wrong y/n?” you frown, he must have seen that you were scared.

Dean looks back to Sam and Cas when he didn’t get an answer. Sam throws some holy water at him. Nothing…nothing happened. He was Dean. Your Dean. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Welcome back Dean” you hear Sam say, a look of confusion taken over Dean, before its replaced with realisation.

Everything Seemed to happen in fast forward after that. Cas untied Dean, Sam embraced his brother and you watched from the side lines, from you little perch, replaying the night’s events in your head. You were brought back to reality by a tap on your arm. It was Dean. Sam and Cas had slipped out without you even noticing.

“Hey” Dean said his voice quiet, withdrawn. So much different from the cocky, arrogant tone you heard earlier. This was Dean, your Dean. Tears fill your eyes. Tears of relief, tears of joy, tears of fear at how close you came to losing him.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry y/n, please don’t cry” he said moving to hold you before he stopped himself making to move backwards. Before he could pulls away too far you launched yourself from the desk into his arms, tears spilling down your face. He whispered calming words to you, you begin to calm yourself. You pull away apologising for getting upset.

“No don’t be sorry, I just hate to see you cry” He says wiping away a tear from your cheek tenderly. You lean into his hand; he moves forward and presses his lips against your cheek, where your tear fell moments ago.

You shift your head so your eyes meet his. You both stay there for what feels like forever, you drowning in green pool. He shifts forward slightly and you do the same.

“I shouldn’t be doing this” he says stroking you cheek “after everything I’ve done, I tried to kill you” he swallowed what must have been a lump in his throat.

You shook your head “that wasn’t you” you say instantly “Dean…” you whisper, begging him, you’ve waiting so long to be this close to him.

His eyes drop to your lips, before throwing caution to the wind and dipping his head. His lips lightly slipping over yours. You let out a whimper which seemed to be all the encouragement he needed. He deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue passed your lips to meet yours.

Wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer. he backs you up against the desk you were previously seated on, hands dropping over you rear as he dipped to grab you thighs and lifted you onto the desk, stepping between your thighs to get as close to you as he could.

You parted after what seemed like a life time, kissing Dean clearly time lost all meaning. He rested his head on yours breathing heavily.

“we need to stop” he says taking a breath, he sees the hurt on your face. You think he’s rejecting you. He grips your hips pulling you closer to him so you can feel the effect you’ve had on him, he growls quietly at the contact.

“I meant we need to stop, before I can’t” You blush a little but hold his gaze “Y/n after tonight, after everything. We can’t. Not yet” he added. You nod understanding. You reach up and kiss his jaw.

You move in and rest you head on his chest, breathing him in. you feel him let out a sigh.

“I love you Y/n” your head snaps up “God I love you so much, why did it take me to turn into a demon to tell you” he says stoking you hair.

You grab the back of his head and pull him down to claim his lips again.

Dean Winchester loved you!

Pulling away just enough to speak you reply “I love you too, so much Dean. God I thought I lost you before I could tell you” he kisses you lightly again.

“We’re idiots” you laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood.

“Come on, we better go and find your brother and Cas before they come looking for us” he steps back and you jump from the desk.

Dean takes your hand in his, intertwining your fingers before kissing the back of your hand as your walk to find the rest of team free will.

He looks happy, but sad and guilty. This would be a long road, it would take him time and then there’s the mark. But for now you try to enjoy the moment, you had Dean back. Your Dean, and now he really was yours.

Tripdaisy Voicemail AU

Written for AU April

Read here or on AO3

“Are you ready for this?”, Trip asks as he hands Daisy her duffle bag.

She throws it over her shoulder and draws in a long, deep breath. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” She shrugs and her smile is unsure when she looks up at Trip. They’re right in front of the security checks now, and this is how far as Trip will be able to go. It’s time to say Goodbye.

“Alright girl, I s’ppose that’s it then.” Trip’s smile is as wide as ever but underneath his façade, he feels like someone is squeezing his heart inside of his chest.  

“I’ll call you the second I land.” Daisy gently nudges his shoulder. “I promise.”

In that moment, the speaker made a dinging noise and a mechanical voice announced: “This is the last call for flight EG546 to Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris. All passenger report to gate B31.”

“That’s me”, Daisy states matter-of-factly and squares her shoulders as if to prepare herself for what’s coming next. “I should go. Can’t have that plane leaving without me in it.” She gives him another warm smile before turning towards the security checks.

On a sudden impulse, Trip reaches out to grab her arm before she can leave. “Daisy, wait!” Then, with one swift move, he pulls her into a tight hug, his face buried in her hair. “I’ll miss you.”

His hug almost knocks the air out of her, and Daisy has to bring up all her strength to will her eyes not to release any tears just yet. “I’ll miss you too, Trip.” She had meant to say it with confidence, but it doesn’t come out as more than a whisper. She needs a few more seconds until she trusts herself not to start crying, but then she finally pulls away from him. Clearing her throat, she says: “Right. Okay. I gotta go.”

And then she disappears in between all the people in the security line and leaves her best friend behind.

On the drive back home, Trip spends more time glancing at his phone on the passenger seat than he does looking at the street in front of him. It’s stupid and he knows that, but his mind is running in circles around the though he’s had ever since Daisy told him about the job offer in Paris, and he can’t help but wonder if her plane is already up in the air or if he could still tell her Goodbye one last time.

However, by the time he arrives back at his apartment 40 minutes later, the Airline App he downloaded to his phone to keep track of Daisy’s flight status has already popped up an alert, informing him that the plane is well on its way.

Keep reading

You're Best Friends and He Tells You He Loves You Before Tour but Ignores You When He Comes Back

“I don’t want you to leave.” Y/n mumbles, her hands caressing the skin of his arm. He’s tense, afraid of leaving somebody he loves as much as he loves her behind. What if when he comes back, nothing will be the same? He’s in love with her, so much so that he couldn’t seem to let go even after the boys were calling his name to board the plane. 

“But you should go,” she continues, pulling away from her best friend, “before the plane leaves without a Harry Styles” she giggles. He smiles at the way her lips turn upwards, which is the only time she’s more beautiful than she already is.  “I don’t want to leave without you, Y/n. You’re like—you’re like my other half.” She blushes, her right cheek attempting to hide on top of her shoulder, her hair cascading down her chest.  “Stop being so fucking cheesy, Harry. Don’t pull that on me. Besides, we’ve made up for the soon-to-be-missing Movie Night Sundays for the last 3 weeks. I’m sure you could go to Japan without me for a few months. It’s Japan for crying out loud.” He laughs, and even when he’s done laughing, he still has a smile on his face, his eyes still locked onto her as if she’s the only person there. Because she’s just so damn beautiful. It’s as if the inside of her heart made it’s way to her body, because the way she looks is the way she is. So fucking beautiful. “Y/n” Harry whispers, suddenly growing serious. “Yeah, Harry?” He sighs, studying her perfect lips. Even though she’s rubbing them together, a habit she has whenever she’s upset, he is still infatuated with the things she does. Her unconsciousness is his weakness.  “I love you, Y/n. I’m so in love with you.” he mumbles, hand on her cheek, thumb rubbing right next to her lips. She inhales sharply, as if his words were enough to take her breath away. She can’t seem to understand what to do, what to say, what to think. She’s in love with him, just how much he’s in love with her, but since when? When did this happen? how had she missed it? “H—Harry, I—I—“ “Don’t you love me, too?” he whispers. “Please tell me you love me too.” She nods immediately, tears nearly spilling from her eyes as she makes contact with his.  “I’ve always been in love with you.”  His smile is unexplainable. As if his entire life depended on this moment, and for him, it was. This means everything to him, because he couldn’t imagine a day without her there. She’s apart of him, she always will be. He kisses her, tenderly. So soft they could barely feel each others lips. But they feel the feeling, that feeling everybody always talks about. And that’s all they need. “Three months, my love. Just three more months.” he whispers. “I wish it was sooner.” He frowns, but kisses her one last time. “I love you.” ——————— “Good to be back.” Harry smiles, the boys all nodding in agreement. “Do you know who’s picking us up?” Zayn asks, lifting his luggage higher onto his shoulder.  “I think Y/n told me she is.” Liam responds. Harry instantly stiffens. his hand clenching around his luggage until his knuckles are white. His jaw tightens against his skin, nails digging into his palm. “What the hell is Y/n doing picking us up?” He growls.  The boys all stop in their tracks, confused and shocked looks overtaking their features.  “Y/n? Why wouldn’t she pick us up? She’s like the sixth member of our band” Niall laughs, but more of a questionable laugh than anything.  Harry shakes his head, quickening his pace.  “She’s just always THERE. Doesn’t she have a life outside of us, or is she just helpless?” he spits, sending a series of daggers wherever his gaze falls. “Woah” Zayn mumbles under his breath. “Did you like not miss her or some shit?” Harry brushes off his comment. He doesn’t know why he’s saying such cruel things about her, he really doesn’t. He was in love with her before he left. She was all he thought about. But somewhere between traveling and exploring the life he needs to live, he saw her as a distraction. Why would he choose some girl over traveling the world, changing the grounds he walks on? She’s pushing him away from that. He blames her.  “Y/n!!!!” the guys yell in unison, running over to where she’s been waiting for them.  Harry, however, stays behind. “My favorite people!” she says excitedly. They all tackle her, squeezing her, kissing her. She’s like a part of each of them, like they’re all missing without her.  She laughs, attempting to hug them all at once, but it’s nearly impossible with all the movement. Although she loves them so dearly, she can’t help but to wonder why Harry hadn’t joined them. It’s a feeling that’s eating her alive, and she can’t help but to feel sick to her stomach.  “I think we’re suffocating her.” Louis laughs. The boys let go of her, and once they do, Y/n instantly looks around for Harry.  Her eyes scan everywhere. Her head turning constantly in all directions, eyes wide and curious as if she’s desperate. Which she can’t deny that she is.  “Where’s Harry?” she frowns, body slumping in sadness.  The boys eye each other helplessly. What are they supposed to say? She looks so sad, so, so lost. Like somebody who had just lost their entire life. “Y/n—Y/n—Harry didn’t want to see you.” Liam mumbles, eyes fixed to the ground, otherwise he would’t be able to say it.  They watch as her gaze is suddenly blurred by tears. Her hands begin to shake, her face turning pale as her lips rub together.  They look around at each other again, not sure what to do or how to react.  “What do you mean he didn’t want to see me? F—for now? Or forever?” she cries, her hand reaching up to rub her nose. They frown, wanting to reach for her, but not knowing if it’s appropriate.  “We aren’t sure, Y/n.” She sucks in a breath. Her hands are now rubbing against her arms, as if a comfort technique for trying to find herself. She lets out a sob, nodding her head, trying to make herself understand. Will she ever understand. “Oh” she whispers, her bottom lip now between her teeth. “Did he miss me?” Their regretful faces explain it all for her. They’re watching someone they love so dearly crumble into the depths of her own Hell. She’s so destroyed, so broken. All because of Harry. All because he doesn’t love her anymore. “I—um—I guess I’ll go then.” “But—" “If I love him, I should let him go. Right? Isn’t that what we’re taught?” They look pained as she continues to cry softly. She doesn’t make any noise, or any saddened face. She’s pale, lifeless in their presence. Her tears fall silently, as if nonexistent, but killing her deeply. She grabs her purse from the ground, preparing to leave. What more could she do? “You can take my car, you guys and Harry. I’ll get a taxi to head back home. I’m sure I can pick it up from wherever it ends up.” They nod, too scared that if they say anything, they would break her more than she already is.  She nods, a sad smile on her face.  “I just want him to be happy. That’s all I need. I need him to be happy.” She then turns around, and walks away.