they got out of everything without a scratch!

Big Mistake

Based off of this prompt from phanfic:

Summary: Phil gets Viagra for his birthday as a joke but accidentally takes it as vitamins.

Genre: major smut, little fluff

Warnings: swearing, blow jobs, daddy!kink, dirty talk, rimming (only a little), size!kink, toys, dom!dan in a way

A/N: I can not believe I just wrote this.

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Locked Out // Byun Baekhyun {part two}

Requested: Yes!

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun X Reader

Genre: Collage!AU

Mentions Of: Mean words that some kiddos might not be able to handle.

Word Count: 5.8k

Description: Hi, I’m Y/N, and I’m the Queen of Fucking Everything Up. Here I am, locked outside on a balcony with a dude I shared and awkward hook-up with once and I’d been avoiding ever since, while his ex-girlfriend cries her eyes out and I freeze my ass off in the September air. *Freeze frame* *record scratch* You already know how I got myself into this situation, but I bet you’re probably wondering how I got myself out of this situation? Without further ado, here’s how I managed to come in a full circle and sort my life out, all in one crazy night.

A/N: Finally, it’s done! I actually feel really sad that Locked Out is over :( I hope that it’s lived up to your standards! By the way, all of the opinions expressed in the Never Have I Ever game are pretty much false, I just thought it would be entertaining to add some of them in there. Thank you so much for your support, and, as always, enjoy!

Part one: Here!

Originally posted by baeksilisk


18th September, 3:12pm

“Y/N, you need an intervention,” Sehun stated as he burst through my bedroom door with absolutely no regard for my privacy. “So here it is.”

“Argh, what are you talking about?” I groaned, pulling my flowery blanket over my head, pathetically attempting to fall back asleep and avoid having this conversation with Sehun.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” Sehun approached my bed and sat on the edge with precaution. “Honestly, I’m worried about you. Y/N, you can’t keep living like this.”

“Go away Sehun, unless you’re bringing me food,” I grumbled in reply. Sehun sighed loudly and his footsteps echoed on my floor, so I assumed he was leaving once again - I let out a loud yelp when the blanket was forcefully ripped away and the cold air hit my face.

“Seriously, Y/N, what you’re doing to yourself is not healthy whatsoever. It’s 3pm and you haven’t even left your bedroom once today. When was the last time you had a shower?”

“Okay, I get it, Sehun. I’m a pathetic loser who can’t even take care of herself anymore.” I sat up in my bed and an ugly scowl crossed my face. Sehun knew I didn’t want to discuss how, in a short month, I’d become a recluse who wouldn’t even leave her room. It was embarrassing, but I couldn’t help it.

“That’s not what I meant.” Sehun sat down next to me again and placed an arm around my back and rubbed it slowly. “I hate seeing you like this. Yeah, you made a mistake, and yeah, those girls were bitches to you-”

“They were bitches,” I agreed.

“But by moping in your room, feeling sorry for yourself, you’re giving them the satisfaction of knowing they broke you. You don’t want them to win, right? Show them you’re stronger than that!”

“You’re right!” I exclaimed, suddenly full of energy for the first time in one and a half months. “I was a total idiot, but they had no right to treat me like that!”

I’d spent the last six weeks locked in my room, trying to escape the nasty messages my ex-best friend’s clique had been sending me. Okay, so I wasn’t totally innocent in all of this. I’d been an accessory in my best friend’s boyfriend’s cheating debacle, and then acted all shocked when it came back to bite me in the ass. Truth be told, in my ignorance, I thought I’d gotten away with it too.

“A friend of a friend of Suho’s is having a party tonight,” spoke Sehun. He’d convinced me to come hang out with him in the longue, which was a big step for me considering only ten minutes ago I’d been set on avoiding human interaction for the rest of my life.

“I was planning to go by myself but since you’re in such a positive mood, maybe it would be good for you to come too.”

I frowned, nibbling at my bottom lip distractedly. “Friend of a friend?”

“He said it’s not going to be a big party. Just a small gathering,” Sehun rushed to add. One of the brightest smiles I’d ever seen covered his face when I exclaimed, “oh, what the hell. I’ll go,” and it grew even bigger when I added, “damn it, that means I’ll have to get dressed up.”


18th September, 9:42pm

“For god’s sake, Y/N, stop stressing out! It’s going to be fine,” Sehun sighed as he grabbed my hand, forcing an end to my pacing.

“I know, I know,” I muttered back, relaxing slightly. Sehun and I were standing by the curb next to a brightly lit multi-story apartment. Our close friend’s Chanyeol and Suho had insisted we wait for them to get there so we could all go in together. Other people heading to the party smiled as they passed us which reassured me greatly - they either didn’t recognise me or couldn’t care less about what I’d done.

It was another quarter of an hour before our friends actually decided to show up. At first, I was feeling really confident in my sparkly thigh length dress, but now, with the autumn wind chilling me to the bone, I was starting to regret my choice of dress.

“Y/N, you actually showed up!” Suho joked as the two approached Sehun and I. He wrapped me in a warm bear hug and I quickly replied, “well, I figured since I’d basically hit rock bottom, I couldn’t possibly go any lower.”

“You figured you had nothing left to lose, right?” Chanyeol added, coping Suho as I found solace in his fuzzy winter jacket.

Finally, our group was complete (well, apart from Baekhyun. There was a sort of absence that us four seemed to be doing our best to ignore) and we headed inside. By now, I guessed most of the people who were planning to show up for the party were here already because we found the foyer empty.

“There’s a gold elevator?” Cried Sehun.

“He lives on the top floor too,” Suho replied as we piled into the spotless elevator.

“Who is he?” I questioned suspiciously. No one in my extended group of friends owned a penthouse apartment, that I was aware of.

“Uh…” Suho hesitated, glancing nervously at Sehun and Chanyeol before whispering, “you didn’t tell her?” Chanyeol was the first to speak.

“Luhan.” The elevator clicked open.

“You mean, that Lu Han?” I hollered as we poured into a short hallway, eyes bulging from my head.

Already we could hear bassy music blasting through the walls, and a cold sweat suddenly formed over my body. If this was the same Luhan who majored in animation, played a variety of sports, and had girls falling at his feet every time he looked at them, then this was going to be one wild party, to say the least.

And lets be real; there’s only one Luhan I know that’s rich enough to own his own penthouse.

No, I told myself, nothing, not even the fact basically the whole of Seoul will be at this party, is going to ruin my good mood. Nothing.


18th September, 10:06pm

“You must be Suho!” A voice called after said friend knocked on the door at the end of the hallway. The man in the doorway towered over me, but stood at around the same height as my friends. He had light brown hair and wore a leather jacket despite the obvious heat pouring from the apartment.

“It’s good to see you, Luhan,” smiled Suho. This was Luhan? he didn’t look a day over eighteen.

“Come on in! I think most guests are here already,” Luhan stated as he moved from the doorway to let us pass. “I haven’t seen you before, what’s your name?” He winked at me, causing Sehun to let out an exasperated sigh and push me forwards.

“Boy has to hit on everyone,” chuckled Sehun as we entered the party. As soon as we stepped through the door, I was instantly swept up in the partying lifestyle I’d been missing for so long. Loud techno music spewed from a stereo in one corner, while party-goers mingled around a couch. My month fell open when I realised that one whole wall of the penthouse was made entirely of glass, giving me an almost 180° view of the Seoul nightscape. It was covered by a thin, semi-see-through curtain, but it was still breath taking. Every inch of Luhan’s apartment dripped with sophistication - from the Picasso-like paintings on the wall behind me to the self service bar.

“I think I see Jihoon. I better go say hi,” stated Chanyeol, giving me a grin and double thumbs up before pushing through the crowd.

“I need to find the bathroom,” Suho added, flashing a bright smile as he was swallowed by the crowd.

“I think I’m going to find some of my friends also.” I nudged Sehun and he gave me an understanding smile.

““Sure, text me if you need anything at all.”

I decided to head to the kitchen in hopes of finding something there to drink. I was specifically looking for alcohol (I never wanted to be as drunk as I was that July night), but all the sweaty bodies pressed up against me was starting to make me dizzy.The kitchen was still crowded, but significantly less so. There was enough room in here that I could at least breathe without breathing on someone.

“Oh my god. No way,” someone said very loudly from the other end of the kitchen. I stood on my tiptoes to see what all the commotion was about only to be greeted with two boys staring in surprise right back at me.

“Y/N? Is that really you?” A man with snowy white hair gasped. “I can’t believe this.”

“Oh, you better believe it, Taeyong!” I chuckled back, heading to where the two were standing near a punchbowl.

“Have you been purposely avoiding us?” The other boy questioned.

“Bambam, of course not! I-”

“You never replied to any of my texts,” pouted Taeyong, earning himself a sweet smile.

“Yeah,” Bambam agreed. “We miss our study buddy!”

“I’m sorry guys,” I replied, although I had a smile on my face. “I’ve just had a lot of things going on recently.” I hoped the two wouldn’t ask me about it, but they’d probably heard all of the stories already.

Bambam nodded quickly. “Well, the good thing is that the library is a lot quieter since you’re not there,” he teased.

“That is the biggest lie I have ever heard. You’re still there, Bambam,” joked Taeyong as he passed me a cup of fruity punch, earning himself a slap on the shoulder from the other boy.

I laughed at the pair’s antics, and the reality of what I’d been missing out on by staying home hit me fully. I’d selfishly completely neglected all of my other friends, not just Sehun. But maybe getting out wouldn’t be all that bad.

“It was really nice catching up with you guys,” I smiled at my two friends. “I’m going to make my rounds, but I’ll talk with you later!”

“You better!” Bambam called as he and Taeyong waved me off. I turned to face them and yelled back, “I promise!” before twirling around again. I let out a loud yelp when I nearly ran smack-dab into a person coming around the corner to the kitchen. I muttered an apology before looking up to see who I’d almost bowled over: my heart instantly sunk. Baekhyun.

“Woah, gotta watch where you’re going, beautiful.” Baekhyun smiled at me cheekily, but it instantly disappeared when he sighted the stone cold glare I was giving him. I shoved away from him and quickly turned on my heel as he started to speak again.

“Wait, Y/N, we need to talk,” he called, and I didn’t even hesitate to push my way through the crowd to get away from him. In all honesty, I felt like a bit of a bitch. I still harboured incredibly strong feelings for him, but he had broken my trust as indirectly ruined my life. For that, I didn’t think I could ever forgive him.

‘You didn’t tell me Byun was going to be here!’ I quickly text Sehun, hoping Baekhyun had taken the hint and not followed me. He wasn’t.

I glanced to my left, deciding where I was most likely to find Sehun, when I spotted familiar bright pink hair. For the second time that night, my heart dropped.

YOU DIDN’T TELL ME IRENE WOULD BE HERE,’ I sent to Sehun. No response. So I headed right.

My spirits were lifted slightly when I received a large wave from a girl named Park Junghwa. I as a regular at the bookstore she worked for, and I was more than happy to engage in friendly conversation with her to forget about the two people I’d been avoiding for weeks on end.

Alas, I wasn’t going to let anyone ruin my good mood.


18th September, 11:21pm

Thankfully, Junghwa was happy to keep me company for most of the night. We wandered around, noseying through Luhan’s apartment, and Junghwa introduced me to some of her friends. (We’d also spent our time avoiding a very drunk Kim Taehyung who had apparently been going around smacking people’s drinks from their hands and kissing randoms). I’d spotted Sehun a couple of times since we parted; we shared smiles but I stayed my distance, partly because he was hanging around some guys I recognised as Baekhyun’s friends, and also I was aware how much he valued having his own friends.

However, Sehun did approach me later in the evening to ask if Junghwa and I wanted to join in for a classic game of ‘Never Have I Ever’.  Junghwa and I agreed so Sehun led us to a second living room across from the first lounge. As we were walking, I noted a small balcony hidden by a group of students crowded around a pool table in front of it. I could just see the bright lights of Seoul poking through the black curtain covering the doorway, which was probably why I hadn’t noticed it before.

By now, most of the party-goers had drifted towards the self service bar (save for the group by the pool table) so the second lounge was relatively empty. When Junghwa and I entered, I noticed a small circle had been formed already. All of the faces were familiar to me: Chanyeol, Suho, a dude named Yoongi, Jooheon and his friend Wonho, two girls named Sowon and Moonbyul, and Baekhyun, who I did my best to ignore. I would not let him ruin my night.

I found a space next to Jooheon who gave me a light pat on the knee as Wonho said, “right, so that’s everyone?”

Suddenly, Sowon stood up and raced out of the room, shouting, “I’ll be right back!” Everyone shared a look, and a few seconds later Sowon returned with her bubblegum-haired bestie.

I took a deep breath as Irene smiled at the faces around the circle - her smile dropped for a second when her eyes landed on me, but it was so brief I’m certain I was the only one who noticed.

Wonho shrugged as Irene and sat down and proceeded to explain the rules, through I’m pretty sure everybody knew how to play already.

“Okay, I’ll start with something simple,” Yoongi stated after everyone raised ten fingers. “Never Have I Ever dyed my hair.”

“You’re supposed to say something you haven’t done!” Laughed Junghwa as everyone in the circle put down one finger, and the questions continued clockwise. Okay, so maybe not everyone knew how to play.

“Never Have I Ever smoked marijuana,” Suho stated. Jooheon and Yoongi slowly lowered another finger as everyone gasped. “No way!” Sowon cried.

“My turn, my turn,” called Wonho. “Hmm…Never Have I Ever had a one night stand.”

I glanced at Baekhyun briefly and he caught my eye before he looked away - both Baekhyun and I, and Moonbyul and Chanyeol dropped a finger. Surprisingly, no comment was made from the other players.

“Never Have I Ever gone skinny dipping,” stated Moonbyul. Sowon and Irene both lost a finger.

“You’ve been skinny dipping?” Chanyeol piped. “Was it together?”

“Shut up!” Cried Sowon, leaning across Baekhyun to smack Chanyeol for his comment. Irene cleared her throat loudly. “Never Have I Ever cheated on someone, or been an accomplice of a cheater,” she said casually.

My eyes widened at Irene’s remark, and I raised a quick hand to my forehead as the room had suddenly become unbearably hot.

“I don’t think that’s a good question,” mumbled Sehun. “Let’s skip it.”

“I think it’s a very valid question actually, Sehun,” Irene quipped back, staring daggers at my friend.

“You don’t have to answer that question, Y/N,” Baekhyun murmured quietly, although everyone turned to face him anyway.

“N-Next person.” I mentally cursed myself for sounding so weak in front of Irene.

“Okay.” Sowon faltered, tentatively eyeing Irene before continuing. “Never Have I Ever been so drunk that I’ve passed out and when I woke up I had no idea where I was.”

“Guilty!” Moonbyul shouted as everybody dropped a finger, besides Suho and Sowon.

“Bullshit!” Baekhyun cried, and Chanyeol added, “Suho, you were so drunk you passed out in Y/N’s bathtub and when she woke you, you thought she was trying to steal your organs for the black market.”

“Really?” Yoongi laughed, turning to me for confirmation of Chanyeol’s story. However, I could barely manage a small smile in response. I could feel Irene’s eyes on me, watching my every move, and whenever I looked up she was staring right at me with a cruel smile on her face. I was starting to feel a little queasy.

“My turn?” Questioned Baekhyun.

“Actually, I have another one,” claimed Irene. “Never Have I Ever been called a slut.”

“Irene,” Baekhyun warned, as the others not-so-subtly glanced my way.

“Don’t you ‘Irene’ me, Baekhyun. I’m not done.”

I knew Irene wanted nothing more than to hurt me - to make me feel what she felt the moment she was told her boyfriend cheated on her with her best friend - but I couldn’t move. I was frozen with fear, but interestingly, I was curious to see how far she would go to humiliate me.

“Never Have I Ever slept with my best friend’s boyfriend. Never Have I Ever lost a friend because of a boy.” She paused. “Come on, Y/N. Put those fingers down. Never Have I Ever sat in my room and cried for three days straight.”

Upon my vision becoming blurred due to tears forming in my eyes, I stood up quickly and retorted, “you’re a bitch, and I hope everyone here can see that. I do not need to sit here and listen to this shit.”

I stormed from the room, wiping frustrated tears from my face, in desperate need for fresh air. As I pushed past people in the living room, I could practically feel their intrigued glances, but I honestly couldn’t care less of what they thought about me. If Irene’s words were anything to go by, people thought it was an emotionally unstable homewrecker already.

“Y/N, wait!” Sehun called, rushing after me and grabbing my arm.

“Don’t you start, Sehun,” I growled, shaking his grip loose. “You’re the reason I’m here in the first place.”

I didn’t really know where I was going, but at least Sehun wasn’t following me. I soon found myself fighting the black curtains for access to the balcony I’d spotted earlier. Luckily, no one tried to stop me. As I slid the glass door closed, I took a deep breath of the crisp Autumn air. It was cool on my skin and burned my lungs, but I much preferred it to the stuffy, suffocating atmosphere inside.

I stood on the balcony, leaning over the railing to look at the city for who knows how long, calming myself down. I heard the sound of curtains being pulled back, and a second later the door clicked open.

“Bugger off, Sehun,” I huffed, peering over my shoulder at the intruder to my alone time. I let out a loud groan when I realised it was definitely not Sehun.

“Nice to see you too, Y/N,” replied Baekhyun, stepping forward to let the door glide shut.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing out here, Byun.” I furiously rubbed the tears from my cheeks - I would not let Baekhyun witnesses me crying.

“I know you’re feeling pretty vulnerable right now, but we really need to talk about what happened. I can tell you’ve been ignoring me.”

“Yeah, and I have a very good reason for that too,” I muttered. “Look, maybe we could talk another time. But not now.” I expected Baekhyun to protest, but instead he let out a loud sigh and mumbled, “yeah, you’re right. Bad timing, sorry.”

He turned to the door after giving me a sad smile and jumped backwards, nearly toppling over the railing. I reluctantly turned around to see what he was fussing about, and my eyes gazed upon a very drunk Kim Taehyung peering at us with a cheeky grin on his face.

“How long has he been standing there?” Asked Baekhyun. Before I could protest what was happening, the lock on the door flicked downwards and Taehyung pulled the curtains closed. In my mind, I like to imagine him running away, gigging to himself.

We had been locked out.

“No no no!” I cried, rushing to the door and bringing my fists down hard on the glass, hoping someone, anyone, would rescue me. Either no one heard, or everyone was too drunk to care, because nobody came to save Baekhyun and I.

“We’re trapped out here forever!” I wailed, whipping out my phone and pulling up Sehun’s contact. ‘Locked outside on the balcony with Byun?????? Please save me!’ I quickly sent.

“Y/N, just relax. We’ll be fine.” This whole time, Baekhyun had been watching me amusedly from the railing.

I’ll get you in a minute, but here me out. Irene’s in the bathroom, wailing about all her regrets from the past months??? She says she wishes she hadn’t been such a bitch to you because now everyone hates her???? Oh she nearly got into a fight with Yeol and Junghwa lmao you should have been there.’

‘She’s got to be drunk,’ I text back. ‘There’s no way she would think that if she was sober.’


19th September, 12:14am

Turns out Sehun’s not very good at keeping promises (as if I didn’t know that already). It had been exactly 37 minutes since I’d text Sehun (I mean, not that I’d been counting or anything), with no rescue party in sight. I’d rung Sehun multiple times, and even tried Suho and Chanyeol too with no answer, while Baekhyun made himself comfortable with the wall behind his back and the balcony railing to his right.

“Face it, Y/N, we’re stuck out here. You may as well make yourself comfortable,” Baekhyun mentioned when he noticed my pacing. He let out a loud sigh, however, when I sat against the opposite wall, clearly frustrated at my attempts to get as far away from him as possible.

“How long are you going to avoid me for?” He asked. A cool, constant breeze blew, causing goosebumps to appear on my limbs. Now I really regretted wearing a dress this short.

“For as long as it takes you to get the hint - I don’t want to talk to you,” I managed through chattering teeth. A confused look crossed Baekhyun’s face, but it was quickly replaced by that of worry.

“You’re freezing, Y/N,” he said, shaking off his thick jacket and throwing it to me across the space between us. It landed with a dull thud beside me. Baekhyun wore only a short sleeved t-shirt underneath.

I don’t want it, you’ll be cold,’ is what I wanted to say, but instead I said, “I don’t want it, I don’t need your help.”

“Honestly, Y/N, right now I don’t give a shit what you want. I’m not letting you freeze to death.” He smiled when I reluctantly pulled the jacket off the ground and over my shoulders. I would never admit it, but his jacket was incredibly warm.

Silence fell between us, the only audible noise coming from our chattering teeth. It was another ten minutes before either of us said anything.

“Y/N, why won’t you let me explain myself? How did we go from best friends to enemies?” Baekhyun said, as casually he would as if he was speaking about the weather.

Anger was quick to bubble up inside me. Was he stupid? Why would he ask a question with such a blatantly obvious answer?

“Do you want to know why I never let you explain yourself, Baekhyun? Because I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. I don’t want to know why you thought it would be okay to tell everyone about that night and ruin my life. Ruin my friendships, my reputation, my confidence. Why you did that, I don’t want to know. I want to move on with my life - or what’s left of it - and forget what happened between you and I. Why won’t you let me do that?” I could feel heat burning my face as I stared at Baekhyun, half expecting him not to reply.

“I am so sorry you feel that way about me, Y/N. But you have to understand that I only had the best intentions. I never meant to hurt you.” I rolled my eyes, but let him continue. “After that…night. I freaked out. I really regretted what we did.” He glanced up at me and quickly added, “Well, I regretted the circumstances under which we did that. Anyway, I told my friend Jongdae-”

Kim Jongdae? You told him?” I screeched, throwing my hands up in despair. “Why the hell would you do that?”

“I know, I know. Just let me finish explaining. please. So I told Jongdae for two reasons, because he actually gives some pretty great advice. The first reason was because I was worried Irene would find out and break up with me.”

Ironic.

“You have to understand that I never meant to hurt you or Irene. The second reason I went to Jongdae was because I feared Irene would start hating you and your friendship would be ruined. I know how much you mean to Irene. She used to talk about you all the time.”

Baekhyun shifted in the cold, but gave me a small smile anyway. He must have been nervous, because he wasn’t really making that much sense, but I think I got the jist. By now, the distinctive sound of music and cheers from inside had significantly died down.

“So why did you do it?” I questioned. “You clearly liked Irene a lot, so why did you fool around with me? I know we were drunk, but you were a lot more sober than I was.”

Baekhyun rubbed his neck anxiously before shaking his head and giving a small chuckle. “You know what, fuck it. I don’t care anymore.”

He shuffled forwards towards me, making the gap between us less than half a metre, rather than two. “W-what are you doing?” I asked as Baekhyun grabbed my hand in between his own. I was surprised, but nothing could prepare me for what he would say next:

“I did it because I was in love with you. I was since the day Sehun first invited me around to meet you. I just thought you had feelings for Sehun, so when he introduced me to Irene I thought she would be able to distract me from you. I guess I was wrong.”

Baekhyun peered at me, waiting for a reaction - any reaction - but I had no idea what to say. I was flattered (who wouldn’t be, this is Byun Baekhyun we’re talking about), but I didn’t know what he expected me to say. Was I supposed to lie and say I loved him too? Was I supposed to outright reject him? I mean, it was pretty obvious to almost anyone that I had a crush on him, and if I said I hadn’t dreamt that one day Baekhyun would fall for me, I would be lying. But now I just didn’t know what to think.

“Say something, Y/N. Anything,” pleaded Baekhyun, squeezing my hand. His fingers were colder than ice.

“So…you were in love with me?” I managed, still overwhelmed at this whole situation.

Baekhyun didn’t hesitate with his reply. “Still am, really. And that night at the party, you looked so beautiful and I didn’t want anyone else to have you so I took you home…after that I just couldn’t stop myself.”

“I’m flattered,” I mumbled, feeling a hot blush form on my cheeks. “Thank you for being so honest, Baekhyun. I know I’ve been a total bitch avoiding you. I hope we can still be friends.”

Baekhyun dropped my hand at the same time as his smile faltered. He looked absolutely heartbroken. “I don’t know whether I’d be able to be just friends with you, Y/N,” admitted Baekhyun.

“I think friendship is a good start, and we can see where it leads,” I smiled. “Now come here, you muppet! You must be freezing.”

A wide grin formed on Baekhyun’s face, and he was quick to appear at my side so we could huddle together to prevent us catching pneumonia. I folded his jacket over both our legs and my heart leapt out of my chest when he rested his head on my shoulder. To think five minutes ago I was seriously considering whether I could push him over the railing.

“I never, ever thought this would be happening,” whispered Baekhyun, causing me to chuckle. “That makes two of us.”


19th September, 7:44am

I woke up when the city woke up after catching around three hours sleep - Baekhyun was slightly luckier.

“So if no one comes to free us from up here, this side of the balcony can be my side, but occasionally I’ll let you visit if I’m feeling nice.”

“Baekhyun!” I laughed, smacking his hand down playfully. Somehow, we’d both managed not to freeze overnight, but the sun rising at a very ungodly hour woke me up, and Baekhyun awoke awhile later. We’d passed the time by talking about nothing and everything, and I realised just how much I’d missed being able to talk to Baekhyun.

But as much as I liked spending time with him, I did not want to stay locked out here on the balcony any longer than I had to. I couldn’t feel my legs (I had the concrete floor to thank for that) and I hadn’t ate since over twelve hours ago.

“Should we try knocking on the door again?” I suggested.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea,” Baekhyun replied, although the words had barely left his mouth when the door clicked open and a tired looking Luhan stepped out onto the balcony, coffee in hand. He wore a surprised look when he noticed us, but he quickly reached out to help me up.

“Shit, I forgot you guys were out here,” stated Luhan.

“We’re saved!” Baekhyun cheered, jumping to his feet excitedly. How the boy had any energy left after sleeping on a balcony all night, I had no clue.

“I hope you guys didn’t get up to any nasty business out here.” Luhan peered around the balcony suspiciously.

“The only nasty business we’ve been getting up to is us nearly catching hypothermia,” I joked. “So if you’d excuse me, I’d love to get home and warm up.”

Luhan let us past into the extremely messy, but warm, post-party lounge. Lying on the couch was Sehun, sleeping peacefully, so I grabbed a pillow and whacked him in the stomach with it.

“You’re unbelievable!” I cried when Sehun finally came to. He was super hung over, but still happy to see us (and very, very apologetic, I must add).

“You guys can stay for breakfast if you’d like,” Luhan offered. “My friends Yixing and Minseok are also here too, but it’s the least I can do. I’m just glad you guys didn’t die. My dad would kill me!”


2nd February, five months later.

“Suho said he and Chanyeol are gonna meet us for lunch,” Sehun said after taking a bite from his sandwich.

“That’s cool, I haven’t seen them for awhile,” Baekhyun mused. From my lying position on the grass, I agreed. Sehun, Baekhyun, and I were just chilling on the grass at the university campus, waiting for our next classes (we were supposed to be studying, but take my word for it, it was not going well). I grabbed Baekhyun’s phone and opened the camera, preparing to take a funny selfie by pulling an ugly face.

“That’s really attractive, babe. I’m such a lucky guy,” mused Baekhyun sarcastically.

“You’re a dick.”

“But you still love me.”

“Argh, I can’t stand all this gross mushiness!” Sehun cried.  “Honestly, you guys…” he trailed off, peering at something behind us.

Baekhyun and I both turned around to see two people smiling down at us. A girl and a boy, one with pink hair, the other with blond.

“Hey, Y/N,” Irene said. Baekhyun and Sehun’s mouths simultaneously fell open. “Sehun, Baekhyun,” she nodded. “I want you to meet my new boyfriend, Woo Jiho.”

“It’s nice to officially meet you, Jiho,” I smiled. he nodded in response. A man of few words, I see.

“I’m so glad you convinced me to ask for his number, by the way. I hope your English studies are going well.”

“Oh, no problem! And they are, thanks for asking.”

Irene flashed me a dazzling smile as her eyes darted down to Baekhyun’s hand resting on my knee. “You two are such a cute couple. Anyway, I’ll see you at Wendy’s party this weekend, Y/N?”

“Of course, I’ll see you then,” I replied.

“Awesome. Well, it was nice catching up with you.” Irene and Jiho gave one last wave before turning back around and continuing onto wherever they were originally going. The two boys’ beside me mouths still hung open.

“What just happened?” Sehun got out.

“I have no idea. Am I dreaming?” Baekhyun added, looking to me for answers.

“Well Sehun mentioned Irene said some stuff after Baek and I were locked out on the balcony at Luhan’s party, so I decided to meet Irene to formally apologise and maybe give her some answers she needed. I don’t really know why she agreed to meet with me, I guess she felt pretty guilty for spreading those nasty rumours about me,” I replied.

“But, doesn’t she still hate you for you know, fucking her boyfriend?” Sehun asked.

“You’d think so. But maybe Irene realised we had a good thing going, and it would be stupid to let go of an awesome friendship just because of some lame boy,” I joked.

“Oh, you just got told, Baekhyun!” Cheered Sehun.

“Like you can say much. Isn’t about time you find a girlfriend yourself?”

“Can you imagine that, Sehun with a girlfriend? I pray for her!” I laughed.

“Ugh, now the lovebirds are ganging up on me? Where’s Chanyeol and Suho when I need them?” Wailed Sehun.

And for the first time in a long time, everything felt normal.


To whom it may concern,

If you had asked me six months ago how my life was going, I probably would have burst into tears right then and there. Somehow, by some miracle that I still can’t completely comprehend, my life had done a full 180. I couldn’t be more thankful for the experiences I’ve been through. I also hope you’ve enjoyed coming on this wild ride with me, but as you know, all good stories must come to an end.

Yours sincerely, Y/N.

queen-max  asked:

(1/2)Ok so I was reading this Silver meta that covers his entire character arc (less episode ten because I think it was written before it aired) that made some very good and interesting points. However, one thing that stuck out to me was his lost leg was kind of glossed over, and one of the assessments regarding his character, while true of many of his actions, contradicts that particular one.

(2/2) It got me thinking. What are your thoughts on it? I came late to the fandom so this has probably been discussed before, but it’s one of the defining points of Silver’s story, and I want to know everyone’s thoughts.

Ok, so this answer got truly excessive. It’s ridiculous. I thought I was barely scratching the surface of things there were to say about the significance of the loss of Silver’s leg to his character arc, but then it got longer than most of the undergrad essays I ever wrote (final word count 3110…). Yikes. I don’t know if I went overboard, or whether there really is just that much to point out, but this became a literal essay with quotes and everything. Suffice it to say, I think my one line tl;dr is: ‘if you write about Silver’s character arc without talking about the loss of his leg then you’re really missing a lot, because it ties into everything’. Either that or I’m reaching and rambling and I need to not do that.

A longer tl;dr: The loss of his leg opened up a whole world of new experiences for Silver. It forced him to feel and do and be things he had spent a long time carefully shutting out, and in doing so it didn’t just turn him into a new person, but a person who was at odds with all of the things he had built his previous life upon.

I’ll put the rest under a cut, because otherwise I’d be a dash-clogging monster.

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anonymous asked:

Love your blog btw! Companions (+maxson plz) get dared to make out with Sole and bite her lip in front of the whole settlement? Thankssss

Companions are dared to make out with F!Sole in the middle of Sanctuary. + Bite her lip.


Cait: She had no problem with making out in front of others; she liked showing off. She grabs Sole and starts making out with her, roughly; she gets more into it when she tastes blood, from her bites.

Codsworth: “I’m Sorry, but I don’t see how that’s possible!” Sole ends up licking his speaker… Made everyone pretty awkward…

Curie: She is too shy; but follows Sole’s lead. “Uhm… Am I supposed to bite you Madame?” Sole nods, and Frenches her. Even though she sounds French, she really can’t get used to French kissing. She tries to bite, but Sole barely feels it. Curie is as red as a tomato by then.

Danse: He kept going on about how they are representing the Brotherhood and that he doesn’t want to ruin their image. But Sole managed to seduce him. His kiss is pretty inexperienced but really rough. He hesitates before groping her. He bites her as hard as he can; he didn’t know that it hurts more than it feels good…

Deacon: “I don’t know about that Boss…” He goes with it, pretty awkwardly. He places his hands on Sole’s waist, and kisses her, not so rough. He remembers to bite her last minute; pulling her lip a bit before breaking the kiss. He laughs the most awkward laugh before he goes off to change his disguise.

Dogmeat: You are gonna have to go to the dark web for that…

Hancock: He doesn’t give a shit about other people watching, “An audience wouldn’t hurt” He kisses her, like his tongue had its own mind. He lightly bites her lip and squeezes her butt; making the most out of the situation.

Macready: He doesn’t like the idea of others watching them… but he makes an exception, just because its Sole. He awkwardly tries to keep his hands busy as they keep kissing. He tries to sneak a bite; even though Sole had the lead. It ends with Sole teasing him about how tense he was.

Nick: “We don’t have to be a bother to the poor settlers…” He sighs and tries to be as discreetly as he could. He pulls Sole close to him by her waist, and kisses her passionately. He doesn’t like biting, but since the dare said so; he does it lightly.

Piper: “Ugh… this is so embarrassing…” She makes out, but gets distracted by the stares; and gives Sole’s lips a quick bite; and just pushes her away. “Let’s never do that again, okay?”

Preston: He normally would be okay with it… but Mama Murphy was right there! He tries not to be too touchy with Sole; and makes the kiss as gentle as possible. He is quite good at it. He gently bites her lip, but ends up getting carried away; and starts grabbing her and biting her more.

Strong: He doesn’t quite know what it is; but when Sole explains, he just says “Strong no eat human!! Strong smash Anon!!”

X6-88: He pushes Sole against the wall and holds her arms against it. He started biting her lips without warning; he was too rough. He gave intimidating looks at the settlers; implying how savage he is, to be dominating Sole in front of them. It just made him look scarier.

Maxson: He doesn’t hesitate to pick up Sole and just kiss her as rough as he could. He kept biting her lips way too hard; which made her bleed, and moan. He just wanted to show everyone else, that he owned Sole as if she was some kind of Brotherhood property!

Sanctuary reactions

Preston: For anyone but himself; he got way too jealous. He tried to interrupt by bringing the “another settlement needs out help” thing… he just made things awkward.

Mama Murphy: “I sawww it! The sight tells me everything!” She kept going on about how she needs more Jet to be able to see when Sole is gonna kiss someone again…

Sturges: “Ugh… do they know we have bedrooms in here?!” He scratches the back of his head, without breaking his stare.

Jun Long: It made him nervous. Sole is supposed to be taking care of the water problem!!

Marcy Long: “Just because she fucking plants some tomatoes for us, we have to put up with her disgusting habits?! Just get a room already!!”

The ring

(A/N): this request pained me

Request: Could you write an Wanda x reader where they are on a mission and the reader loses her favorite ring but they need to leave cause shit is going down but then the reader notice the ring is missing so she goes back to get it, nearly getting herself killed and back at the base Wanda gets mad cause she was scared of losing the reader and ask why she would go back for a stupid ring so the reader tells her it was her moms ring and it’s the only things she still has left from her (the mom passed away)

Warnings: angst?


Originally posted by dianahprince

   The building was crumbling, the building was crumbling to the ground and you were trapped within it. 

    “(Y/N)!” Steve’s voice was fuzzy in your com, most likely due to the fact the world was literally crumbling around you. “(Y/N), get out of there!" 

   "What do you think I’m trying to do Rogers?” You growl as you worn your way through fallen beams and pieces of concrete. 

   "This building is coming down quick (Y/N), you need to hurry up,“ 

   "I know Steve,” You grunt as you get stuck on a beam, your arm snagging on the jagged piece of metal. You give you arm one good tug and you spring free, with a few scratches here and there of course. Without a second glance or notice you take off, the entrance to the building so close you could practically feel the suffocating sunlight within the crumbling building. Giving it everything you’ve got you push yourself, running harder than you ever had in your life. 

   Your legs are nearly jelly by the time you reach a safe point to stop and breathe, to hunch over your legs and breathe in as much air as possible.

    “(Y/N)? (Y/N)? Are you out of there?” Now it was Wanda’s voice in your ear, her tone more than worried. 

   "Yeah,“ you manage between gulps of air. "I-I got out,”

    “Oh thank god,” Wanda sighs, so hard you can hear it through the com.       

   "(Y/N), we’ve got a jet on the way to pick you up, sound good?“ 

   "Sounds-” you breathe in shakily, still hunched over your legs. “Good.” The jet lowered and immediately your favorite brunette rushed out to greet you, opening her arms as she all but charged at you. 

   "(Y/N)!“ She pulled you against her body, breathing heavily herself. "I thought you were gonna die, oh (Y/N), I was so scared, I-I- I though,”

    “Shh, it’s okay Wanda, I’m okay,” Wanda hugs you tighter, her strength nearly making it impossible to breathe. “Wanda, love, it’s okay, you can let go,” Wanda doesn’t listen, in fact she does the exact opposit, she rubs her face into your neck and pulls you impossibly closer. "How about we continue this on the jet?“ You suggest lightly, hoping you didn’t sound too desperate to get away from Wanda’s crushing grip. She finally lets go of you, nodding quickly as she takes your hand and drags you inside the jet, not even giving you a moment to gather your bearings before she’s plopping the two of you down on some seats. Before you know it the jet has taken off, taking the two of you someplace safe while the other avengers headed to their own safe places on seperate jets. 

   Somehow during the 2 hour flight Wanda had made her way onto your lap, at least her head had. Her hair was draped across your lap as you ran your fingers through it, smiling contently and that’s when you notice it- the ring you always upon your left hand is gone. You begin to search your hands, then your suit, then the seats around you, eventually your constant moving jostles Wanda enough for her to get up, a look of confusion upon her features as you frantically searched the floor. 

   "Oh my god, oh my god it’s missing-” You rush to the other side of the jet, desperately searching there as you begin to panic. 

   "What’s wrong (Y/N)? What did you lose?“

    "W-we have to go back, I can’t live without it-”

    “Go back where?" 

   "To the mission point, I-I think I lost something there,

   ” “(Y/N), whatever you lost there it’s gone now, it would take us months to find whatever you’re looking for. Besides, I’m sure whatever it is is replacable, right?” You growl as tears of pain and anger burn at your eyes, making it hard to even see Wanda. 

   "It was my mom’s Wanda, she gave it to me before she died so I think it may actually be irreplaceable,“ The brunette looks shocked only for a moment before her expression melt away into guilt, making you feel bad too. 

   "I’m so sorry (Y/N) I had no idea- I thought- oh god I’m so sorry,” You sniffle as you wipe at your eyes, feeling angry, sad, pathetic, and guilty all at once. All you wanted was your mothers ring and some sleep, was that so much to ask? 

   "It’s fine,“ you whisper hoarsely as you sniffle once again. Wanda licks her lips as she stares at her hands, no doubt feeling horrible about what she said. 

   "Is there anyway I can help?” Wanda asks meekly. Yeah, your mothers ring would help but considering you didn’t think you were getting that anytime soon perhaps some hugs would help ease the pain just a bit. Wordlessly you climb back onto the seats, resting your head in Wanda’s lap. Without any instruction Wanda begins to play with your hair, running her fingers through your strands softly, comfortingly. 

   For years you had always carried a piece of your mother with you, within that ring a piece of her lived on but now that piece was buried under piles upon piles of rubble and you’d never get that piece back.

Colors (Part 9)  [Min Yoongi X Reader]

Originally posted by koreanmusicfan

Genre: Gang-Mafia Au/ Angst (M)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 /Part 11 / Part 12 / Part 13  / Part 14 / Part 15


                                              Part 9 : Family


Bright green hair and a set of deep dark hollow eyes, it was too contrasting.

He looked serene yet fierce at the same time

His eyes had a way of speaking loud and clear. Words were irrelevant.

It was undeniable that the way Min Yoongi presented himself was formidable, even when you could see blood all over him.

Min Yoongi painted himself red with such finesse that it didn’t look like murder but ‘Art

Staring at his face and you could only wonder “who are you really Min Yoongi?”

Namjoon sat in front of us with an ice pack pressed to his left cheek, his already plumped lips looked swollen and yet he smiled ear to ear while staring at Yoongi. On the other hand, Yoongi showed no hint of emotion on his face. No anger or disdain, any kind of remorse or concern he had in his eyes for you about 10 minutes ago was thrown out the window the minute Namjoon had left you two alone in the room.

“What did you tell him about us?” Yoongi had questioned you with bitterness in his mouth.

At first, you didn’t understand the question but then it clicked. You weren’t his first concern obviously; his people were his first concern.

“Nothing. I told him nothing” you had replied with a little hitch in your throat.

“If I come to know that you’ve told him anything about us. I swear to god y/n, Namjoon would be the least of your concern” Yoongi had said without even looking at you.

It’s okay, you’re safe now.

What a load of bullshit!

“Why are you even here?”  You asked with  utter confusion. You failed to understand Min Yoongi, one moment he came running to save you and in another, he was threatening to do the worst to you.

“Because, I like coming here to meet Namjoon every once in a while. To discuss news, weather, politics over coffee.. Why you think?” Yoongi had replied rolling his eyes.

“I never asked you to come here so you don’t have to be such an ass-”

“Try being a little grateful for once. If I was a little late Namjoon would’ve already chewed you up and spit you out. If you were lucky you would be dead.. If not..”

“But you’re the reason why all this is happening?” you muttered.

“I beg your pardon?”

“You did this. You’re the reason why all of this is happening. Taehyung was the one who stole Namjoons guns; you were the one who put me in that room for a month for no damn reason. My only fault was I went on a date with Yungjae”

Yoongi looked at you in some kind of disbelief.

“So don’t blame me for the incompetence in your own men. You keep finding faults in others have you ever tried looking in the mirror?”

“You’ve got galls to say that. Seeing where you’re standing right now. You’re making me regret my decision by the second.”

“Then you shouldn’t have come. What difference would it really make? If I’m here with Namjoon or there with you. You’re both just like each other..”

Yoongi’s expression changed into a grim one as he glared at you angrily

“Did I hit a nerve? It’s true Yoongi! Flip the coin and see it for yourself. You won’t be able to tell the difference, I know I can’t”

“Don’t test my patience y/n, not right now. You won’t like it”

The room went still for a moment until you heard the sound of door opening.

“You haven’t changed a bit have you hyung? Still the same! 4 years and nothing changed except your hair. I liked your natural hair more, though. ” Namjoon said in a Joyful tone.

Yoongi shifted a bit in the seat and crossed his legs over one another.

“I could say the same for you. You’re still as fucked up as you were 4years ago. Maybe a bit more!”

Namjoon smiled widely and put the ice pack down on the table.

“I miss those days. Things weren’t so complicated back then. Back then we were family..”

“‘Remember, ‘We’ were family. Weren’t we hyung? Until you found a new one and threw your brothers out”

“Oh yeah, I threw you out.” Yoongi said with no interest “but you left out the part where you killed a 14-year old boy brutally for no reason”

“15,” Namjoon said biting his lower lips, “I think he was 15”

“What does it matter? He’s still dead and you killed him.”

“oh, c’mon hyung! I can’t believe you’re still stuck on that. It has been 4 fucking years! Get over it already”

“He was a part of our family”

“He was a TRAITOR”

“HE WAS MY BROTHER!” Yoongi’s loud voice startled you “Jungkook was my brother. And you killed him.”

“Not your blood brother hyung. You and I were more brothers than you and Jungkook. You thought he was just a kid but he was giving out information-“

“I only spared your pathetic life because I owed you one or else I wouldn’t have flinched before shooting you right in the head”

There was pin drop silence in the room. Namjoon gasped and placed a hand on his chest dramatically.

“Ouch, that hurt. ” he said mockingly and laughed. “Hyung let the bygones be bygones.. We met after 4years and this is what we’re talking about?”

And then his eyes found you.

“-Oh! So silly of me, between all this talking I had totally forgotten miss. y/n was in this room too”  Namjoon grinned.

Hearing your name from his mouth was enough to make your eyes go wide.

“Tell me hyung.. What makes her so special that you came running all the way just to save her life?” Namjoon asked Yoongi with a sly grin.

“I didn’t come here to save her life,” Yoongi said uncrossing his legs and sitting straight.

“Huh. Interesting.. You don’t care about her yet you risked your own precious life for her?”

“Who said I’m risking my life?”

“You came here all alone; they took your gun outside. I could kill you right now? What’s stopping me from doing that?”

i’ll explain it to you in such a way that you understand it easily, you have your control over east area. And I have control over both west and north. It doesn’t take much to do the math and tell that I have an upper hand here. So kill me and it will rage a war among quarters. You lack manpower and backup too. Since I’m the one who has been paying a shit load of taxes to that pig Young-shin. I have his and my men posted around almost, everywhere.”

“After I die, Jimin will take over my place instantly. And you know Jimin better than I do. How many of your men has he killed alone?”So, take out your gun and shoot me. I dare you. And Once you’re done digging my grave, start digging yours too, Joonie” Yoongi smiled and you saw the hesitation peeking on Namjoons face. He pondered for a while before speaking up

“You got me there,” Namjoon said scratching the back his neck with his hand.

“But that still doesn’t answer my question, hyung.

-why are you here really here?”

“To carry out on our ‘deal’. Why else?”


“50” Yoongi scoffed “I don’t even give 50% to Young shin and more than half my men are actually his men. If I gave him a little more he would start cleaning the dishes at our place”

You sat beside Yoongi without saying a word. As long as your life wasn’t on stake you couldn’t care less.

“35% of everything. Drugs, money, guns. Everything. I think it’s a pretty sweet deal” Namjoon said rubbing his lower lip with his thumb.

“25% for next 5years”

“Unacceptable” Namjoon mouthed

“Then don’t accept it and I’ll leave” Yoongi shrugged.

You saw the conflicted look on Namjoons face.

“On top of that I’ll make sure Taehyung never steps his foot in this place . I can guarantee you if he ever does it again, I’ll hand him over to you myself.”

“Fine” he said with his head nodding up and down. “Fine. But if you ever fuck up this deal Yoongi.. You’ll regret it big time. Now, Get out of here! And keep your dogs at bay”

Yoongi smirked, got up from his chair and straightened his coat.

“And you yours. I’m happy we could come to a mutual agreement. I hope to never see you again Joonie”

That was it. Everything was done. Nothing bad happened. It was over, no one died. You would get to go home now. You were still sitting on your chair, lost in your thoughts when a hand slid under arm and you scooped you up.

“What are you waiting for? You want me to give you a piggy back ride?” you shook your head “Then walk!” Yoongi said before dragging you along with him towards the door. You were almost there when..

“Yah yah! What is this?” Namjoons voice halted Yoongi’s footstep stopping him dead on track.  Yoongi sighed and turned around and let go of your arm.

“What is it now?”

“I completely forgot to mention a very important part of this agreement.”

“We already went over everything, didn’t we?”

“Not everything hyung.. Not ‘everyone’.” Namjoon smirked while eyeing you standing beside Yoongi.

No, no. No Yoongi wouldn’t let it happen. He can’t let this happen. This can’t be happening. Suddenly you were gripping his arm. Nails digging into his clothed skin. One hand tightly gripping the back of his overcoat.

“I want the girl Yoongi, hand her over to me and seal the deal. I will keep her alive, for now. I promise.”

To your surprise, Yoongi gave out a shrilled laugh. He removed your hand from his arm and pulled you in front of him.

“As expected, so pathetic of you Joonie!” he curled his one arm around your neck and placed his chin on top of your head.

“But I guess you’ve always been like that, always a pathetic little scum. Even when we were little, you wanted everything I had. You wanted my Books, my toys and then we grew up and you wanted my guns and then my position..

-And  Now you want her? Wae?”

Yoongi gently pushed your hair back from your shoulder and tilted your head a little so he had access of your neck and pressed his cold lips on the side of your neck all the while his eyes never left Namjoons face.

Because she is mine” Yoongi whispered in your neck, smiling. His hot breath fanning your face as he placed another kiss on your temple.

“Sorry Joonie but you can’t have her. You can’t have anything that is mine. You only get what I give to you. And you only get when you beg and plead. Like you’re supposed to you pathetic little scum”

And then Namjoon was red and angry walking towards Yoongi, Yoongi pushed you away and Namjoon pushed Yoongi against the wall with full force, his hands around yoongi’s collar.

“Let’s see how you talk when all your teeth are on the floor! HYUNG-NIM” Namjoon said before punching Yoongi straight on the cheek. Yoongi stumbled and got back up. He licked the blood on his lips with the tip of his tongue.

And just like that they were both on the floor. Punching, kicking, chocking as you watched in horror.

Yoongi was on top of Namjoon, punching him.

And then they reversed and Namjoon was on top.

He punched and punched and punched until Yoongi’s mouth was glistening red.

“Stop” you whispered “Please stop” but he wouldn’t stop. Yoongi looked lifeless.

“Stop! Please stop you’re killing him! Stop it!” you screamed and Namjoons closed fist stopped mid air as he turned towards you and smiled and you back paddled.

His hands were quick to grab the back of your hair and pull you forward.

He made you stand up and walked you towards Yoongi who was trying to get up.

“Such is your love for her hyung! You were right.. Maybe I can’t have her. You won’t give her to me” he threw you across the room.

“But that doesn’t mean i can’t have some of her” Namjoon said while laughing like in a deranged manner.

“Stop. You fucking piece of-” Namjoon was quick to shut him up By kicking him right in the stomach with full force. Yoongi curled up like a ball in pain.

“That’s a goal” Namjoon said wiping the blood from his face with his palm. And then he started walking towards you.

“It’s only going to get worst if you fight it sweetheart”

“Get off of me!” you screamed when his legs were around your torso. You were screaming and crying calling out for help.

You screamed for your mother

And then you screamed for help

You tried to kick and punch and you cried

And after sometime you realized you were only screaming for Min Yoongi.

“Stop it..” you heard his raspy voice “Stop it Namjoon.” He stood with his one hand on his stomach. Breathing heavily.

Namjoon removed his hands from your shoulders and looked at Yoongi

“You’re still fighting for her.” He said getting off of you. “Must be true love.. What else could be the reason?” Namjoon chuckled.

“ “Love bleeds you dry until the red organ ceases to beat” such a beautiful quote and so honest!  Will she be the death of you? Min Yoongi, the biggest mafia boss, feared by everyone and a king to so many, dies fighting for a girl? Sounds odd! Unrealistic. Doesn’t it? ”  

The room was filled with your soft sobs, Namjoons laugh and Yoongi’s heavy breathing.  

“Anyways, Let’s continue shall-“ Namjoon stopped mid sentence.

“What are smiling about?”

You looked at Namjoon and then at Yoongi who was grinning, a gummy smile carved on his face.

And then he started laughing, Giggling, he was cracking up.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Namjoon looked clueless “WHY THE FUCK ARE LAUGHING LIKE THAT HUH?”

“You think I came here unprepared. How stupid do you think I’m?” Yoongi stood straight and looked at Namjoon whose face only went milky pale.

“I had already told jin hyung that I’m coming here and we made a plan. As I had said before I have my men posted, everywhere. The plan was if I don’t come out of this place in 3hours.. They would come in”

“It has been, exactly, 3 hours and 10mins since I stepped in and they could come in any moment-“

And then there was a loud BOOM! You could hear loud screaming and sound of machine guns.

“Now..Oh I guess they’re here.. You better tuck your tail in and run Joonie! You fucked up big time now.”  Yoongi smiled and bit his lips.

“I’m going to fucking kill you Yoongi!” Namjoon gritted his teeth in anger and took out the gun from underneath his belt.

“I’m right here. And by the way, our deal is over”

There was a loud banging on the door. A man opened the door looking bewildered

“Namjoon we need to go. Now! These people are fucking butchers. They’re killing everyone..”

“You’re going to pay for this hyung” Namjoon said before giving one last dirty look to Yoongi and fleeing out the door in a hurry.

You could still hear the loud noises of gun fire outside, it was too loud so you placed both your palms on your ear and tried to block out the noise.

“It’s too loud..” you said. “It’s so loud. Make it stop, make it stop” you cried and squeezed your eyes shut.

You could hear someone calling out a name.

Someone was calling out your name.

“Y/n”

“Y/N..Y/N”

“Y/N OPEN YOUR EYES”

You opened your eyes and found Yoongi’s face in front of you. He was shaking you frantically by the arm

“Y/n..

Y/N! Are you listening?”

You nodded your head.  He removed his overcoat and placed it around your shoulders since you were shaking like crazy.

“Y/n! I have to go.” No! He’s leaving you here. He can’t leave you here. You started shaking your head “Please..No don’t leave me here”

“I have to go for now y/n, are listening to me?” his hands were cupping your cheeks “just Listen to me. I can’t take you outside. Not right now. It’s too dangerous.”

You were still moving your head saying “No- no” repeatedly.

“You can’t leave me here. Please take me with you I wanna get out of here please-“

“Hey y/n, look at me. Just look at me alright. Calm down. I’m not leaving you here” he moved his hand to the back and gently pushed your head in so your forehead was against his shoulder.  

“You just need to listen to me carefully alright” he whispered in your ear “I’m going to leave you here for now. I can’t take you outside, it’s too dangerous. I won’t be able to protect you. I need find Hoseok and Jimin. I need find a gun”

His hand found your back and gently rubbed it.

“You have to stay here. I’ll come back for you after sometime, I promise.. Don’t scream or make a noise. Just hide behind the desk until I come back.”

“Please..” you pleaded while tear drops soaked his shirt wet as you held onto him tightly “I just want to go home”

“Don’t worry.. After all of this, you can go home..”


“I’ll come back for you” that’s all Yoongi had said before leaving you in the room all alone.

He promised you he would come back and you trusted him wholeheartedly. Yet, a small voice inside of you was screaming on top of its lungs.

“He’s not coming back! You’re dead. You’re dead. YOU’RE DEAD!”

But you didn’t have any other choice. Sitting behind the table, you held onto his coat tightly while still shivering underneath it, rocking back and forth with your hands pressed to your ears trying to shut the noise out.

“He said he would come back..” you told yourself again and again.

Time was passing away and the noises outside were starting to die down.

He said he would come back

You were starting to think otherwise..

Why would he come back? And that even, for you?

What if he never comes back? You can’t sit here all day waiting for him. He could’ve just left you. If Namjoon has left the place you could leave too.  

So you got up and slowly started to make your way towards the door.

You hand moved towards the door knob, feeling the cold metallic handle underneath your palm, you took a deep breath and moved it when suddenly the door flung opened, almost hitting you in the face. And Yoongi stood in front of you.

It was a ghastly site; he didn’t look like the person who had left the room minutes ago.

He was breathing heavily. Both his hands were covered in blood; there was blood on his white shirt and blood splatter on his face too. Yoongi was covered in some much blood and most it wasn’t even his.  Well some of it was his, you could see the wound. The gun shot on his shoulder. He held his palm over it.

You backed away seeing him like that.    

“I said I would come back. C’mon lets go” he said before grabbing your wrist with his bloody hand and dragging you outside.

It was then that you saw the horror laid out on your way. Bodies of men, piled up. Limp and broken and bloody.  Everywhere. Someone of them looked too young.. Blood was everywhere, on the floor, on the wall. Did Yoongi do this?

They are all butchers.

He dragged you along with him somewhere, you didn’t know, you didn’t care. And then he stopped for an instance and leaned against the wall. His face scrunching in agony.

“Yoongi-”

“I’m fine. I just need a minute”  Yoongi mumbled

“you can lean on me.. c’mon-“

“I said IM FINE” Yoongi hissed at you through his teeth.

“You’re not fine. You’re injured and bleeding. It’s better to lean on me now. If you faint on the way I won’t be able to pick you up” you argued “So please”

He looked up at you and placed his one arm around your shoulder.

“Where are we supposed to go?” you asked

“I’ll tell you the way.. just walk” Yoongi said standing up straight.

You  walked and walked, crossing different hallways and opening different doors. Until you saw a big door which looked like the main entrance of the building. You started swiftly walking towards it, with the limp Min Yoongi still on your shoulders when suddenly Yoongi stopped.

You looked at him in confusion.

“C’mon we have to go. The exit is right there!” You said with eagerness. Yoongi removed his hand from your shoulder and stood straight.

“I have to find Hoseok and Jimin”

Jimin

Jimin was here too. You needed to see him too; you had a lot of questions to ask.

“You can see them later. We need to leave you’re shot-”

“There’s a car key in the inside pocket of the coat. Take the car and get out of here”

“Go wherever you want to go, go home. After that, leave the car in some secluded place. If I find any kind of damage to my car I’ll find you and I’ll kill you y/n” Yoongi said and turned around.

You grabbed his arm, the un-wounded one, and he looked at you in surprise.

“You’ll bleed out here. You can find Hoseok and Jimin later on. First you need to see a doctor-”

“You’re really daft aren’t you? I just gave you my car and your freedom. Just Get out of here before I change my mind” Yoongi said and turned again but you nudged at his arm and he pushed it away.

“What is wrong with you?”

“What is wrong with you huh? You’re going to bleed out here! Then all of this” you said while pointing at the dead bodies lying around at your feet. “All of this will be for nothing..”

“And I’m only doing this because i owe you one. You saved my life, even if you were the one who put it in danger in the first place. So I’m saving yours”

Yoongi looked at disappointingly.

“I know why you want to meet Jimin and Hoseok. Because you think you’re going to die. Well guess what, you’re not dying. Not now Not until you answer some of my questions. And I’ll take you out of this goddamn place even if I have to drag you out by your stupid hair!”

Yoongi scoffed and muttered “punk.” before grabbing your wrist and walking towards door with you.

“I have an extreme urge to punch you right now for your stupidity. You’re lucky i don’t hit women. Now drive”

He said just before getting inside the car.


“WHY DID YOU SAVE MY LIFE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE?”

When you were in that room and Jimin had come to meet you the first time he had said something important to you. You hadn’t understood it back then, but now it was clear to you.

We know what we have to do to survive through the worst

Worst was always in front of you and yet you had survived.

Survived with Yungjae

Survived in the room

And now you’ve survived Namjoon.

“Why?” Yoongi laughed and then his face pinched in pain “Maybe because I’m just a daft as you are!”

You understood it now. What Jimin had meant when he said he was a survivor. You saw it with your own eyes at Namjoons place. You didn’t need guns or fighting skills.

“Why did you save my life Yoongi?” you asked more softly now with tears still rolling down your cheeks.

You only needed him.

“i don’t know..” Yoongi said quietly his eyes still stuck to yours.

You could never get out of this hell, not now. Not anymore, since you’re already so deep inside. Namjoon would find you..Only thing you could do now is learn to live inside of it. 

We all get used to the darkness, if we don’t it consumes us

You moved your hand to Yoongi’s cheek as you leaned your forehead against his.

“Y/n what are you doing?” Yoongi gulped.

He was cold and damp, he smelled of blood. He was dying.

Befriend the monsters if you want to live another day

“I don’t know..” you mouthed just before pressing your lips against his.

You hated min Yoongi with every inch of your body. Yet when it happened it didn’t feel wrong or right.

His lips were cold and yours were burning up so melted into each other easily. Your hands flew to his neck and you felt his pulse vibrating underneath your touch. Yoongi pulled away and you caught him with your lips and just like that you had him.

His hands were in your hair, your face burning up both in pain and adrenaline. You tasted blood, his blood or your blood you couldn’t register. You didn’t care. You felt his tongue swipe your lower lips and a smile graced your face.

You needed Min Yoongi to survive in this.

You saw what he could do at Namjoons place. He had the power and you wanted it.

He had a family and you wanted all of it

You knew what you had to do to survive through the worst.

Yoongi hissed and broke the kiss and fell back on his seat. By the time you pulled away you were breathless.

“Yoongi just stay with me. We’re going home” you said with a small smile just before starting the car.


Authors note: Hey ho! i hope you liked this one. As always Anon me your opinions.Share and reblog it. (^_^) Ps: i love joonie a lot and you know this just fanfic. It was a choice between joonie or kookie  so yeah.. hope you’re having a wonderfull day. Take care!

anonymous asked:

Some shidan and garrack ;w; discussing, drinking, just more of them and maybe have shidan ACTUALLY kiss the lady. Uhh idk if you’ve incorporated them modern au but if not canon verse is good! :)

“Higata.”

Garrack’s TA startles, and she stifles a laugh. He’s a high-strung kid, more limbs than sense at times, but a hard-worker nonetheless. He doesn’t have the natural aptitude of Ryuu, or the studious heart of Shirayuki, or even Obi’s gift of lateral thinking, but he’s the sort of kid that doesn’t give up. He’ll throw himself against a wall before he’ll walk away from it – or, she can’t help thinking a bit uncharitably, go around it.

Listen, they’ll be hand-pouring gels for month to make up the cost of the boxes he went through only to realize he was using the wrong fucking ones. For fuck’s sake, they have a chart.

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Klance Week

Day 1 - Free Will vs. Fate


Lance had never felt more miserable than he has had in the last month. Everything after Keith’s birthday just felt like a depressing haze. Having to break up with him because they weren’t fated had left him feeling so down, the fact that they did so because they had actually decided to break up for their own wellness. How absurd.

What a stupid idea that was, and how idiotic they had been to really go through with that.

He knew it was the right choice though, that’s why it was even harder to accept it.

Worst part?

Keith seemed fine.

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Honey, you’re familiar like my mirror years ago

Canon speculation/most likely eventual divergence for 6x10 and 6x11: Emma runs into the wish realm version of her true love, and finds that her princess counterpart was not as innocent as she seemed.

Word count: 3,230

Rating: M-ish

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Inspired by this post from @ohcaptainmyswan

This is my second CSSS gift for @flipperbrain ! This is just a short little piece that I was excited to write for awhile and figured it’d be a nice little addition to your other gift :) both canon divergent AND Captain Duckling. I hope you like it!


Babe
There’s something lonesome about you
Something so wholesome about you
Get closer to me

There are many things that Emma Swan knows.

She knows that you should never let your gas tank run out when it’s the dead of winter in Massachusetts. She knows that if you’re going to wear heels to catch a perp then you better have a backup plan if they run because fuck no. She knows that little boys should absolutely not be allowed to eat cap’n crunch before bedtime, especially if they sneak chocolate milk in the bowl. And she knows that when the Evil Queen is involved, you should probably expect that shit will go from bad to worse in the blink of an eye, or in this case, the closing of a portal.

Because god, what a clusterfuck.

She can’t say she’s angry at Regina, because it’s Robin, and Emma knows that if she had been in that situation, and a breathing, smooth-talking Killian Jones were to enter back into her life in a sudden second, well, a portal would be the last thing on her mind.

Still, Emma wishes she had just grabbed them both and jumped, figured out the rest later as she laid in bed next to her pirate, with her kid sleeping safe and sound down the hall.

Instead, here she is, sitting in her pretty princess dress, white gloves and white dress, fur-lined cape and painted lips (she’ll give her wish realm counterpart some props, though, because her hair looks great) and she’s got no idea where to go.

So yeah, Emma Swan knows many things, but she sure as hell doesn’t know how to get herself out of this mess.

Regina and Robin went off to “talk” somewhere private, though Emma suspects talking will lead to something entirely different in just a short period of time, and she doesn’t want to be around any of that.

Instead, she finds herself perched on a barstool in some dive of a tavern, running her fingernail along the grain of the wood and playing a game of hey, I wonder if I can avoid getting a splinter! with herself.

She’s losing, but it’s the effort that counts.

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The assassins be like on a mission with their S/O?

Altaïr: He and his S/O fight like a well-oiled machine. They can sense each other’s moves so well and react accordingly. They can take down hordes of guards in a matter of minutes, they’re a force to be reckoned with. If you’re unfortunate enough to be their target, watch out.

Ezio: During missions Ezio’s S/O usually goes in alone in the beginning. Their great skills in stealth allow them to do reconnaissance without any problems. They could find the weak spot in anything. Sometimes Ezio’s S/O was the sole reason a mission went so well.

Connor: Connor’s S/O was a sniper and a damn good one at that. Once they found their target they would line up their shot, and never miss. Connor’s S/O would be the one silently taking down enemies from a distance, like an invisible force.

Edward: Edward’s S/O handled demolition. They would go ahead of everyone and sneakily set up explosive charges in various areas of the target’s location. After, his S/O would go in and light everything up, always getting out without a scratch. There was never anything left behind

Arno: Arno’s S/O was a force to be reckoned with. They were the definition of “silent and deadly”. His S/O would approach and stealth kill any enemy that got in between them and their target. Arno knew where they were by following the trail of bodies.

Luhan : Remember? (Scenario; Request; Suggestive Content)

“Noona! Noona!” A chorus of voices echoed into your ears as you were on the floor, arms trying to hug as many kids as you could that were surrounding you. “Hey! Calm down!” You laughed when they were hugging you back intensely. Some were clutching onto your legs, some on your arms and there was one that was just hugging you by your waist. Over the kids that were blocking your way, you could see that it was literally the same thing for Luhan. Some of them grabbing onto his ankles to hug him tight, some around his neck but he was laughing all the way.

These kids were angels, literally.

How could anyone just leave them here in an orphanage?

Some parents were just too irresponsible and it ached your heart that they had to be parentless.

Which leads to why you and Luhan decided to come here as frequently as possible – you two were regulars here.

“Alright kids! Funs over! Give them some space!” A woman hollered, supposingly one of the most strictest lady here that took care of things and almost immediately all the kids dispersed away from you and Luhan even though they didn’t want to. “We’re going to do finger painting today! Get in groups of six and take a table!” Another woman shouted cheerfully, causing the children to giggle and laugh as they separated themselves in an organized matter.

You too, tried to get up, your eyes locked with Luhan’s as he used his head to point at a table where you two could get a breather but it something else had stopped you when you realized that there were a small pair of arms still hugging you by your waist. You let out a quiet gasp, eyes glancing down to see that this boy here, Jun, was still hugging onto you as if he was afraid you’d leave.

Jun… you remembered this boy pretty well.

This boy was one of the boys who had the hardest in opening up to you and when he did, he told you everything that had happened to him once when you were here by yourself without Luhan. He had told you how his parents had abused him, which led to how he got that little scar above his left eyebrow. Those scratches and scars on his wrists as his mother had harmed him badly when she was drunk.

How this boy had suffered – it made you frown as you placed your hands on his tiny arms, “Hey, Jun…” You mumbled, frowning at him as you pulled him away but he clung onto you tighter.

“N-Noona…”

You sighed, lifting him up where you placed him on your lap just so you could hug him. He buried his face in your shoulder, eyes clenching shut and your eyes widened at Luhan when you felt your shirt was getting damp.

“No no no…” You mumbled, stroking his head where Luhan’s face had paled from a distance but he was dragged away by a few girls, making him sit further away but regardless, his eyes focused on you. He frowned when he saw how sad you looked, how your eyes glazed with despair as you hugged the boy in your arms tightly, “Jun… what’s wrong?”

His arms hugged around you tighter, his voice cracking, “I’ve been getting horrible nightmares…” He winced as he recalled them, “They were hurting me…”

You shook your head, pulling him away where you framed his cheeks, his angel eyes looking up to you that were still teary – how could someone harm this soul here?

Someone so young… how?

“Jun, you’re safe now. No one can harm you – no one.”

He frowned, sniffing where he tried to smile at you but he couldn’t, “R-Really?”

You gave a determined nod, a wider smile coming to form on your lips and that made him smile vaguely at how your smile lit up his world, “Really. No one can hurt you now.”

He lifted up his crooked pinky, “Promise?”

With a chuckle, you locked pinkies with him, “Promise.”

When he laughed, you laughed along with him, one of your hands patting his head as your eyes glanced over at Luhan. He gave you a warm smile, heart feeling better when he saw your laugh and smile, “Everything better?”

With a nod, you chuckled, “Very much better.”

She’s so good with kids… Luhan thought quietly, eyes still locked on you as you looked down on Jun. He motioned you closer with his small hand, making you dip down where suddenly you felt his lips pecking your cheek. You managed to laugh quietly, leaning away where you could see how he was blushing, “I love you, noona…”

You couldn’t help but just dip down to peck his forehead, “Love you too, Jun. Now go paint with the rest. They must be waiting for you…”

With a very cute snort he gave you, he shot up from your arms and as he tried to dash towards his friends, he came back to you to attack you with one last hug, arms going around your neck where he whispered, “Thank you, noona.”

You patted his back, “No problem, kiddo.”

Just as you watch Jun leaving to play with his friends, you noticed how someone was staring at you. Your eyes moved over to meet with Luhan’s as he gave you a boring look, his arms crossed where he didn’t want to play with the kids anymore. Your eyes widened, gulping where you mouthed at him worriedly, “W-What’s wrong?”

He shrugged lifelessly, his hand moving up where he tapped his cheek with his index finger twice.

You knew what he meant.

You shook your head at him, “He’s just a little boy!”

Clearly, Luhan didn’t care – his frown still evident as he stared at you.

You sighed, “When we get home, alright?”

He shook his head, “Now.” He demanded, making you get up on your feet where you motioned him over – that made him broke out to a grin as you two sneakily went out to the balcony with him closing the door behind him just to grab you by your waist where he pinned you against the railing. His face came close, breath hitting your lips as his nose touched yours lightly, “I don’t share… remember?”

You smirked back at him, your hands framing his cheeks where he growled lowly when you brushed your lips with his, “Mhm…”

He leaned forward just a little, closing the gap between your lips where he started the kiss delicately, his lips just molding against yours lovingly with his arms gliding around your waist to hug you, bringing you closer whilst your arms snaked around his neck to bring him down lower for him to have a better angle at kissing you. He hummed against your lips when one of your legs wrapped around his leg, he smirked against your lips, “Oh…” His voice went down an octave, making you waver as his lips attached on yours again, his teeth nipping on your bottom lip playfully. “L-Lu…” You managed to breathe out on his lips when he parted ways for a moment but he didn’t give you long to recollect yourself as he latched his lips on yours again, kissing you over and over again until he slipped his tongue in, swiftly slipping past your lips as he brushed his tongue with yours.

You mewled quietly, body arching at his while he kept you in place, his arms gripping around you tighter when he felt your tongue moving with his in sync – it was so hard to contain himself that he kissed his way all the way down to your neck where he took some flesh in his lips to suck harshly, making you moan quietly, “Luhan…”

“Ngh,” He grunted on your skin – your moan turned him on as he rolled his hips against your core once, making you feel the tent forming in his pants whilst he had you panting for air just with his lips against your neck, “We can’t do it here…” You mumbled, trying to get him to stop but you didn’t know if you had the strength to handle if he really did stop.

“Let’s go home.” He suggested, lips still sucking onto your skin where he wanted to leave an obvious mark that you were his – you giggled when he kissed the hickey on your neck multiple times, “C’mon” – a small peck. “Let’s, go, home…”

Giving in, you fisted his hair, gently directing his head to face you where you lightly kissed his nose, “Let’s go…”

He grinned darkly at you with a smirk, his hand sliding down to enclose around your wrist where he dragged you out from the balcony. You chuckled when he walked around and past the children, hurriedly saying to the ladies in shift, “Sorry! We have somewhere to be right now!”

Just as you got out the door, Jun managed to catch a glimpse of that hickey on your neck, making him shout, “N-Noona! You’re injured on your n-neck!”

Before you could answer Jun, Luhan shoved you in the car and dashed back towards Jun where he dipped down to whisper something, making your eyes widened as Jun blushed, backing away where he decided to wave at you adorably before he went back into the orphanage. You frowned at Luhan the moment he got in the car, your hand on his thigh where you asked, “What did you tell Jun?”

Luhan smirked, revving up the engine with his hand pulling your hand on his thigh as he planted a kiss on the back of your hand, “I simply told him that I kissed you so much, your skin turned red.”

You blushed and looked away from Luhan but you yelped when he yanked you over, your body pressed against his where his breath hit your supple lips, “And believe me – it’s not going to stop at just your neck…” 

Two Sides of the Same Coin

Day six of Sterek Week!! Wolf!Derek is one of my favorite things and this was lots of fun to write!! 

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           Derek shifted into the wolf, and the witch crooned, “Oooh, a new player.”

           Derek was just about finished with this witch. She was honestly giving such a bad name to magic users. Stiles had gone on enough rants about her in the last week to convince Derek that she needed to be stopped, if anything to erase the stigma that witches were bad.

           But this one. This one was definitely bad.

           Derek really just wanted to tear her to shreds. He lowered himself to the ground in a pouncing stance and growled, baring his fangs.

           “I have just the thing for you. A coin.” The witch produced a golden coin out of thin air and spun it around on her open palm; an innocent gesture ruined by the blood staining the hand due to the wound inflicted on her bicep.

           Derek was done with her tricks. He leaped then, tackling the witch and pinning her to the forest floor. She cackled, blonde hair spilling all over her face as she threw herself around. She had definitely cracked. She took the hand grasping the coin tightly between three fingers and bopped him on the nose with it, inciting more giggles. Derek snarled and tore her apart.

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Dead Girl’s Blood

Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Reader
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Character death, blood, angst, mild swearing
Word count: 3.360 words
Summary: Reader goes on a hunt alone after a not-so-friendly confrontation with the boys father, John Winchester. She is caught off guard and calls Dean in a desperate attempt for savior. Prepare for sadness. Set in season 1.
A/N: I wrote this a little while ago and I modified it for an imagine. I hope you like it, let me know! It’s the first time I publish here and English is not my first language, so if you have any feedback, please come through!

“Why don’t you just pick up the phone yourself and call her?”, Sam suggests.
Dean keeps staring at the road ahead as raindrops run down the windows. His jaw clenches as he sighs. Why does Sam have to bring this up every time? Trying to keep his cool he grips the steering wheel tighter and shakes his head slightly.
“No”, he says. “I’m just checking if she’s not getting herself killed. Besides, she made it clear that she needs to be alone”.
“Are you stupid?! Don’t you know her by now?”, Sam cries out.
“No, I don’t, Sam. How can I if she keeps lying all the time?”

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It's You (Newt Imagine)

It was over.

It was all finally over.

You had arrived to Paradise. You had survived all of WICKED’s Trials. But, many of your friends hadn’t. And Newt…….. The boy you loved most in the world…… You couldn’t bear thinking about it, yet it was the sole thing you ever thought about. The day he died was branded into your memory, and would be until the day you died.

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Click above to watch me react to Act 7, the End of Homestuck, and then TRY TO TALK INCOHERENTLY ABOUT WHAT JUST HAPPENED FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR. (Earlier reaction video posts here.)

The definitive-sounding news post by Andrew that I read partially aloud during this video has since received this VERY IMPORTANT edit that I didn’t hear about until I was off-camera:

Edit: one more thing. If you’re curious about whether there will be anything resembling an epilogue to this ending, yes, I’ve been thinking about that for some time. It’ll take a while to produce though, whatever specific form it ends up taking. Working on Collide took months, and came right down to the wire. I’ve got more time now though obviously. But that said, I’m not in a huge hurry at this point. Keep an eye out here for developments. There should be plenty of other news in coming months too.

So this isn’t, quite, the absolute final 100% everything-is-absolutely-entirely-resolved ending necessarily, which I’m sure some of you have been wondering about. ((QUICKEDIT: Turns out Andrew has a history of wrapping up confusing endings with kickass explanatory epilogues later, after the fanbase has had plenty of time to feel disappointed with the seeming lack of resolutions.))

I’ll talk spoilers under the cut and eventually elaborate more thoughts there maybe, but I’m barely going to even consider typing anything of note there until tomorrow. WAY too tired. Act 7 spoilers and further discussion under the read-more.

EDIT COUNT: (Four now. The ones below the cut are a note-to-self list on what to talk about when I have the time/energy, I just added to it this morning and i’ll add to it as ideas/explanations continue to occur to me.) LAST EDIT: 9:01 AM CDT on 4/13

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Not Her



It was supposed to be an easy kill. From what Sam had gathered, there were only two demons and it would be a piece of cake to take them out. There were three of you, so you outnumbered them.

           “I’ll take the back,” Dean said, “And you,” he pointed at you, “Be careful. Please be careful.”

           You roll your eyes slightly, “Dean, I got this. I’ve been on bigger kills than this one. Easy as pie,” you grin.

           Dean kissed your forehead, “Just don’t get hurt. I wanna take you home in one piece, okay?”

           “Okay.”

           The three of you split up and made your way into the house. You heard Sam and Dean in two other rooms and then heard the sounds of a glorious demon kill. You slowly lowered your weapon, looking around to make sure you weren’t going to be surprised by anything else hiding out.

Dean’s Point Of View

 

           “Where is she?” I asked, looking over at Sam when Y/N didn’t come into the main room where we had taken care of the two demons.

           Sam shrugged, looking around, “Y/N!”

           “Y/N?” I edged toward the next room, the one she was supposed to have checked, “Everything okay?”

           “Hey,” she popped up, startling me.

           “You okay?” I asked.

           “Perfectly fine, Honey,” she said, “Did you get them?”

           “Yeah,” I looked at her oddly, “Honey?”

           “What?” she asked.

           “No, I mean, you called me ‘honey.’ You don’t call me ‘honey,’ ever.”

           And then the smile that was so sweet and kind turned into something sinister. The way her eyes flashed black made my stomach turn. And her hand instantly gripped my throat, pushing me up against the wall.

           “Well, honey,” she spat, “I guess that cat’s out of the bag. Ya know, you should really keep your pets on a better leash. She was so easy to take over. I didn’t even have to beg. She’s so weak.”

           I cringed inwardly, “Let her go, you bitch.”

           “Not a chance. See, to get me out of her, you’ll have to kill her. Do you want to do that, Dean?” she asked. It wasn’t even her voice. This version of her was laced with so much hate and evil that it didn’t even sound like my Y/N.

           “Leave her alone.”

           Y/N chuckled, “You should hear her real thoughts, Winchester. Maybe you actually do want to kill her. She thinks you’re weak, Dean. That’s why she’s with you. She feels sorry for you. You’ve had such a hard, sad life and she feels bad for you, so she stays. She just thinks you’re a monster with a gun. And that time you spent in hell? She hates thinking about the horrible things you did. You deserved what you got before you turned, Dean. Y/N said so. I can hear everything.”

           “She’s lying, Dean,” Sam said.

           Y/N’s head turned to look at Sam, “Am I, Sammy?”

           “Y/N would never think those things.”

           Y/N chuckled, loosening her grip on my neck slightly, allowing me to actually breathe some, “Do you know what she thinks about the youngest Winchester?” she smirked, “He’s just a no-good, demon blood drinking, sorry excuse for a human. She feels sorry for you too, Sammy. So sorry for the Winchester’s. You two are her charity cases.”

           I looked over at Sam and begged him with my eyes to think of something. We couldn’t kill her. Not Y/N.

           “She’s laughing at you, Dean,” Y/N said, turning to look at me again, “She thinks it’s funny that you’re struggling.”

           Sam moved quickly, lunging himself at Y/N. She was so caught off guard that she let me go, coughing and wheezing. As she turned to attack Sam, I grabbed her hard from behind, “Sam, now!”

           Sam threw holy water at her and started the exorcism. At first Y/N was just laughing like nothing even happened. And then she realized that Sam’s words were more powerful than she realized. It also helped that some of the demon blood was still in his system. Probably the only time I was happy about that.

Your Point Of View

 

           You slowly opened your eyes and looked around the room. You were back at the motel and slightly confused. And then everything came back to you. Being in the room, feeling the demon enter you. Attacking Dean. Having the demon use your body, your mouth, to say horrible things to the guys.

           “Dean?” you don’t see either of the guys and you’re so worried they just left you by yourself.

           “Hey!” Dean hurries out of the bathroom in just his jeans. His hair and chest are wet from his apparent shower.

           “I didn’t mean it,” you said, instantly in tears, “She was lying. I didn’t mean any of what she said. I’m sorry.”

           “Whoa, hey,” he sat down on the bed and put his hands on either side of your face, “We knew it was lies. We didn’t believe her. It’s okay. We’re okay.”

           “I just . . . I wanted to fight her. But I wasn’t strong enough. And she just laughed at me. And then she was going to hurt you. And she said all those things. And I thought you believed her. I was so scared.”

           “Baby, I didn’t believe her. I knew it wasn’t you talking.”

           “You know I love you, right?” you asked.

           “I know. And I love you too,” he said, “Please, don’t worry. I’m not mad. Sam’s not mad. We’re okay.”

           “Where’s Sammy?” you asked.

           “He went to get pizza. You hungry?”

           You nod, “Yeah. And …”

           “Stop worrying, Babe. Everything’s okay. We got the bitch out of you without hurting you. That’s all that mattered to me.”

           “What if I hurt you?”

           “You didn’t,” he said, “Look at me. Not a scratch.”

           “I never want that to happen again.”

           “Want a tattoo?” he asked, pointing to the anti-possession tattoo on his chest, “I’ll get you one.”

           “I think that might be a good idea,” you nodded.

           “Then we’ll do that,” he said, leaning forward and kissing you, “I will do everything in my power to protect you.”

           “I know, Dean.”

           It wasn’t much longer before Sam got back with the pizza, “Hey, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” he asked, putting the pizza on the table.

           “Upset,” you said.

           “Hey. We’re fine. Nothing was taken to heart. We just wanted you to be safe in your body by yourself,” Sam said.

           “I really didn’t mean any of what she said.”

           “I know,” Sam said, getting a beer out of the mini fridge, “We know you didn’t mean it, Y/N. Promise.”

           “I love you guys,” you said.

           “We love you too.”

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Don't Come In - Open Rp

“Max, come on, you know I can’t l-let out out yet,” Codi stuttered as she moved a recliner to block the door. All she got in response was an angry snarl and a pounding at the door.

Once she was satisfied that he couldn’t break out, she sank down to the floor with a sigh. Maximus hadn’t gone feral in so long, neither of them were prepared for it. She looked around her now trashed living room; scratches all over the walls, ripped up furniture. It looked like a pack of rabid dogs had broken in and destroyed everything they could touch.

She sighed and rubbed the back of her neck. Thankfully she had been able to contain him without anyone getting hurt. She had a few scratches here and there, but nothing horrible.

Maximus’s angry growls hadn’t ceased, neither had the banging on the door. He was trying to break out and go “hunt,” she knew, but she couldn’t let him out. Not after what happened in the past.

She was pulled from her thoughts as she heard a knock on the door. Her heart dropped; she had forgotten she was supposed to have company today. She began to panic when the snarls got louder and the clawing at the door intensified. Maximus had caught the scent of the other person.

Shit.

“U-Um hey,” she called out, not opening the front door. “Can you come back later? N-Now’s not a good time.” She hoped that they hadn’t heard Max’s racket, though it was kind of hard not to hear his roars.

30 Day Writing Challenge Day 1: Collide

Yuuri didn’t understand it, not really. How did he manage to get Victors attention? He wasn’t anybody. He was just an anxiety-ridden 23 year old trying to get his life back together after a crushing failure that caused him to temporarily lose motivation. Nothing special.

But Victor Nikiforov, his lifelong hero, thought he was.

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#244: 'Never Did You Hang On So Tight'

Never Did You Hang On So Tight- One Shot #244

(+past one shots)

No visuals in this one. 

“Darcy, you’ve got to get up, baby, or you’re doing miss your train!”

Darcy rolled over onto her stomach, and immediately regretted it, yelping at the way her body shifted to the throbbing spot on her right side. She whimpered into the pillow, before wincing and carefully flipping back over onto her back, cautiously going to massage the spot radiating stinging sparks of pain and heat.

Scooting up the hem of her sleep-soft t-shirt, she tried mashing her fingers against the spot, wanting to find some kind of relief, but the pressure only made the pain worse. She whined again, wanting to curl up in a ball and snuggle down under her blankets and sleep it off. She could feel the pain radiating into her lower back, and it was making her eyes water. No matter how she moved, it seemed to increase the red-hot pain in the one side near her bellybutton. She could barely wiggle her hips, without wanting to curl in on herself. She was grappling with not being sick all over her bed, and a sticky sweat was prickling at her hairline. She’d never had cramps like this before. She thought that must be what this was, they’d been going on for a few days, she’d just felt off. Not very hungry and just unsettled, and usually that was a sign that the gift that she was graced with monthly was on its way.

“Darcy!” you called again, up the stairs, resting your hand against the banister. When there was no answer, you sighed, rubbing your hand over your face. You felt a kiss on your cheek and then something warm pressed into your hand.

“Tea for you, my love,” Harry hummed, his breath in your ear as he kissed you gently. “What’s that face for, this morning?” You felt him nuzzle his lips at the corner of yours that were turned down. 

You grumbled. “Your daughter is being a teenager.”

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