this is also what happens when worlds collide i am so sorry

#DateMeBuckyBarnes (Part 7)

Summary: When Hollywood’s heartthrob Bucky Barnes breaks up with his girlfriend, you jokingly tag him in a selfie on Instagram to express your desire to date him. What you don’t expect is a response from the man himself [Modern AU].

Word Count: 1,001

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

A/N: After listening to Beach Weather’s ‘Swoon’ and ‘Sex, Drugs, Etc.’ on an endless loop, I finally managed to write this update. Also, sending my love to @lovellylittlelonely for giving me feedback on this :)

Originally posted by satanshideaway

Residing in the darkness, you stood quietly as everyone around you swayed to the music booming through the speakers, the melodies pulsing in your ears. Watching the performance, you spotted Viz behind the drums while he played the set with his bandmates. You figured your friends were near the front to get a better view with Wanda’s insistence. You knew she was determined to see her man up close. 

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#105 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “One where the lids are gobsmacked that van is dating a girl like you? (They think ur outta his league)” and “Could u do one where reader is very awkward but is very pretty, and all of guys ( or a select few) are in awe of her beauty but she is oblivious, and then Van beats them all to it and tells her about his actual feelings, that hes not just infatuated with her and shes super awkward about it?”

Note: I would like you to suspend reality for the time it takes you to read this. Let’s pretend the world is good, and that when we fall in love it’s instantaneous and all-consuming. It’s perfect in the truest sense of the word. I get that this fic is unrealistic (lol, like the others aren’t?) but I’m rolling with it. We can live in extremes just for today; just for now. 


The moment you met Van McCann you stopped caring about everything else. The life you had planned for yourself didn’t matter anymore. It was like you had spent your years building a city to live in. Walls to keep you safe. Places to work. To socialise. To eat. To sleep. People you knew. Safety. Structure. Then, Van. He was a tsunami that crashed through and reduced the city to rubble. Rebuilding would be impossible; even the very foundations of your existence were cracked and unuseable. All you could do was stand up with the clothes on your back and join in the destruction. Be the cloudy storm swelling high above his wave. The moment you met Van, you fell in love so hard it hurt. 

You had answered an advertisement in the local paper. Female, 22, seeking 20whatever female as housemate. Must have job and like music. You called the number and a week later moved into a new apartment with Emily. You clicked right away, and decided that you’d throw a housewarming. The still unfamiliar space of your apartment filled with people quickly, and you discovered that most of her friends were musicians or associated with the music industry in some capacity. It was 10.01pm when you first saw Van from across the room. 

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bst japanese version has me dying so i punched this out in ten minutes bc im desperate despite being killed by rl hahakjfdlsjd sugakookie PLEASE ;_; will do tags and asks and messages later i promise im running late as it is but i NEEDED to write something its just OTL im a goner…


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i love you in ways i thought were impossible; i love you.




it goes like this: a boy falls in love. a boy falls in love with another boy, makes a home in the heart of six and they are happy.

for a while.



*



in jungkook’s hair: the cold warm grip of yoongi’s fingers. in jungkook’s eyes: the secret laughter of yoongi’s joy. in jungkook’s mouth: a kiss a kiss a kiss that sets him dreaming all the time.



*



a piano that sings for both of them is safe enough, dangerous enough. jungkook remembers a piano from childhood, how he wanted to destroy it because it stopped speaking to him. and it’s not that yoongi is the answer to all his mistakes, but sometimes when yoongi’s elbow invades his personal space at the bench, it feels like he’s the answer to some of them. lights burst and jungkook throws his head back, his throat a sharp line of trust in the on and off dark. he feels yoongi smile the same as he feels their friends cluster in around them: the tide incoming.



*



it goes like this: a boy cannot save himself but he tries to save other people.



*



yoongi shouldn’t taste like blood and jungkook tells him so. yoongi laughs red but it sounds like crying when he mumbles, “look who’s talking.”




*



when yoongi isn’t home, he goes to the same motel, the same room, the same far-down place in his heart. jungkook finds him because of course he finds him.

reaching him is another matter.



*



sometimes jungkook lies down on the bed and waits to be noticed and sometimes waiting is all that happens.




*



it feels out of order; they feel out of order. on the ground: glass that is glass but is also a mirror, water and blood, and roses grave with longing.

if red roses are for destined love, they say blue is just as true.

just not quite as fortunate.



*



what hurts jungkook the most: yoongi’s trembling hands pushing through jungkook’s hair, yoongi’s trembling mouth against his split lip murmuring how sorry he is, asking jungkook to do the one thing jungkook fears the most.



*



it’s not that he doesn’t see the car.



* * *



in yoongi’s dreams, jungkook lies in the grass at his side. namjoon is near. they are all together with their individual problems. maybe this is true in yoongi’s waking world as well.

if only he could be sure.



*



say jungkook followed him like a love story like a ladder missing so many rungs the reach became almost too far. say something like that.

then yoongi follows jungkook like a ghost like a love story that remembers losing and wants to know if the other thing is still possible.

city to city they all look the same; motel after motel.

every time yoongi passes blue roses it rains.



*



sometimes yoongi hears a whistle and wonders who’s calling him. he hurries through the storm slicked streets, and does what makes sense: breaks into the nearest piano.

tries to connect.



*



he has this memory (and he’s even fairly sure it’s real) of kissing jungkook shadow light across his bruises, has this memory of jungkook’s lips on his fingertips like some kind of worship, has this memory of laughing together as the lights went bright brighter brightest and then…


…out.



*



every bed is incomplete, but that is to be expected.



*



under his grip, jungkook is not jungkook though yoongi doesn’t know why. he pulls him back by the neck of his jacket, pleads, rasps loud whispers, and yells even though he tried to promise that he’d never yell at him again.

when he holds jungkook fully from behind, he remembers jungkook’s hands gripping the back of his jacket days weeks months years ago.

remembers.

misses.

“jungkook,” he holds him tighter. “jungkook—

—wake up.”



*



namjoon is here but he’s not the namjoon yoongi swears he knows. this namjoon takes care of jungkook, which fine is part of the namjoon that yoongi knows, but this namjoon also won’t help him escape.

“can’t,” he corrects.

yoongi, seated at the head of a long table across from him, adjusts jungkook in his arms: sleeping.

eyes falling to the empty glass, yoongi can’t tell if he wants to cry or disappear. neither seems especially useful.

“i don’t think he recognizes me,” he admits, though to argue, jungkook shifts in his hold, murmurs incoherently, and sighs.

when yoongi looks up, namjoon has a glass to his lips. yoongi watches the movement of his throat, the press of his mouth, the almost cat-like open close open of namjoon’s eyes. somehow when he speaks his voice fills the room, outfits it in some new feeling of being Elsewhere without going Anywhere, without raising it louder than a thought.

“that’s not true at all.”

outside the window, the flaring lights make yoongi feel dizzy. he cards his fingers through jungkook’s hair, watches namjoon’s profile and thinks a hundred runaway things.



*


in yoongi’s heart: a piano, a fight he never wins, a boy he always loves, a dream handled wrong on all ends.

yoongi asks him to wake up all the time, has flashes of memory that tell him in another moment jungkook asked the same of him.

walking into the room where jungkook stares at nothing in particular that yoongi can see, he kneels as he places his hands on him, thumbs his shoulders and upper arms, digs in a little deeper than the norm, waits. but jungkook doesn’t look at him, still enthralled with what is in front of him, or isn’t, and it’s only as yoongi drags him out, jungkook’s wrist sharp in his hold, that he notices the blue rose tucked behind jungkook’s ear.




*



what it amounts to: one dream fractured.



*




slowly quickly yoongi cannot find the motel. he runs down the same long road and bites through his own tears every time there’s blood on the highway.



*


he remembers: jungkook looking in the mirror sometimes, staring at his upper back like there was something he was missing.



*



“people don’t fly,” yoongi said to namjoon who shrugged, shrugged and said,

“and dreams don’t last forever.”



*



the whistling takes shape the same as the view out an airplane window: suddenly clear but no less tangible. he would have to be on the ground for that; he would have to be a sound for that.

when yoongi can no longer run, he walks, and when he can no longer walk he crawls.

so it goes.

for a time.



*



it’s not that he doesn’t see the car.



* * *



looking out at the water, jungkook jumps a little as yoongi collides into him, throws an arm around him…and smiles.

it seems the love thing to do, to smile back.

it also seems…familiar.



*




he wonders if everyone hears a piano when yoongi touches them, if everyone feels words that aren’t happening but are definitely there all the same, if everyone knows that yoongi’s dream happens but only in pieces.



*




when yoongi is sure jungkook has fallen asleep, he drags himself along the grass until he can press his mouth to jungkook’s crown, kiss him hello.



*




hello again.



*



the truth: the dream.

the someday: laughing at a piano in a sunlit room whose walls are blue but not sad.



*




on the couch of an abandoned warehouse, jungkook listens to the catch of yoongi’s fire and imagines he’s trying to tell him something.



*


in a street where jungkook lies collapsed against a building, yoongi is afraid to touch him and is trying to tell him something.



*



at the piano where they come closest: a song they both know without having learned.

this one quiet idea.




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love is not over.



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wake up.



*



please wake up.



*



on a pier yoongi slips his arm over jungkook’s shoulders, jungkook holds his hand up to the light –


– and dreams.




*



the ocean waves they would see, if they looked closer, are made of roses.

blue. unfurling.



*




waiting to come home.



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MAGI 342 Full Spoiler Translation

UPDATE: I added the jump-Netabare info that was missing. I checked it while looking at the korean scans so i would be able order it as if the texts were the word balloons ( you can read it that way if you want to, while you look at the pics on the korean scans) . I pharaprased one or two things because of kanjis i didn’t know, but here it is ^^ i’ll try to check that later just to be sure :D


Disclaimer: i only to this for fun, to share it with you guys, and to practice my japanese :) which is very basic so keep in mind that i could be completely mistaken in some parts.  This is just a fan translation of incomplete spoilers so: Don’t forget to support the official releases of Magi!

Source: From Tieba Baidu’s Japanese scans and from Netabare’s texts ^^

@maumauxmau @sayakakat2012

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Inside The dungeon “Zepar”

Text in white:

Sinbad’s recollections. What is there… is it hope? or is it possibly despair?

Sinbad: Aladdin, it seems like I can talk with you.

Aladdin: Uncle, with what purpose are you doing this kind of thing? If you wanted to talk, we also could have done it on earth

TN: He’s referring to their world

Aladdin: Uncle wanted to have a trial of strenght with us, didn’t you?

Aladdin: Uncle’s purpose is proving that he’s worthy of being the only god of the world.

Sinbad: I see.

 NIGHT 342 “INNOVATOR” 

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24 - AU

“Request: Okay since you do AU’s, hear me out: Harry Potter AU?”


Anon: I’ll do more than hear you out. Thank you SO much for this request oh my god I was so excited when I saw it. I’m a huge Harry Potter nerd and I had so many ideas right away. This was soooo fun. I hope you love it as much as I loved writing it. 

I could write the boys into Hogwarts forever, this is fantastic. I’m just imagining those photos of really young Van with his awful hair and bad teeth and it just fits? So well? 

P.S this is obviously about teenage Van. 

P.P.S clearly all HP ideas are not mine, they are JK Rowling’s…..like yeah. Anyway. ENJOY!! <3


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Your first year at Hogwarts was wonderful; the wizarding world was more alive than ever and every single thing you learnt blew your mind. You couldn’t believe what you could do. But the excitement soon faded when you realised that as you got older, you actually had to study, had to learn, had to pass exams. You weren’t very good at finding a happy medium between work and play. You often had your nose in a book, or you were watching quidditch games, supporting your house. You’d thought no one ever took any notice of you. As it happens, you were wrong. 

“Y/n, come to the match with me tomorrow. Hang out with us for a change!” Rhiannon pleaded, clinging to your arm. She was your best friend. But since she’d started dating Bondy at the beginning of the year, you saw less and less of her. His friends were a massive distraction, none of them ever studied. Except the one in Ravenclaw; typical. 

Rhiannon was a good friend, she always tried to get you to hang out and do things. You were usually too shy or stressed out to oblige though. She was blonde and had big brown eyes that no one could resist. You always felt just a little jealous. She also had tattoos that she had to keep hidden under her robes. She’d enchanted them so they moved and swirled on her skin, it was amazing. Bondy was not what you’d have called a perfect match; he was weird. Like really weird. But yet somehow they fit together like two puzzle pieces. Even though she was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin. 

“Okay fine,” you said grumpily, dreading the antics that you knew were bound to go down. You still hadn’t let go of that time Bondy and his mates hid in the restricted section to smoke out the window where no one could see. The only time they’d ever be caught dead in a library was to muck around. 

“Yes!!” She hugged you, kissed your cheek then skipped off to class. You just smiled and shook your head. It was nice having someone being so excited to hang out with you.

You wandered the corridors, passing time before your next lesson; saying hello to the odd ghost that passed you by. You thought about all the charms you had left to practice that you still hadn’t nailed and groaned internally. That’s when a rushing body collided with yours, knocking you right to the ground.

“Hey watch it!” You spat, feeling the bruise that’d appear on your ass tomorrow ache.

“Fuck, I am so sorry,” you looked up to see Van, one of Bondy’s friends. The leader of the pack. The ultimate trouble maker. Of course, it was Van. 

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Struck (Part One)

EXO Fanfiction: Fantasy AU
Main pairing - Female Reader x Kim Jongdae/Chen
A mysterious group move into your apartment building and you find yourself drawn to them, one in particular… but is it safe? Who are they really?

AUTHOR NOTE [IMPORTANT] - The is a new fic, but it is basically a spin off from another fic that I wrote called Charred - it can probably be read alone but if might better to read Charred first, the story somewhat leads on and you get much more explanation of the world and the characters! You can read that here.

And for all my Charred readers: surprise!! The world lives on! 
(especially looking at you @pikayeollie!) And big thanks for @kimnamwho who has been my little guinea pig when I first decided to start writing this. Hope you all enjoy!

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PROLOGUE

‘Do you know what this is about?’

Jongdae looked up from where he had been staring blankly at his hands, and glanced to where Baekhyun was leaning over from his own perch on the chair slightly along from where Jongdae was sitting.

Jongdae shrugged, glancing towards the front of the council chamber, where Junmyeon was talking to a young looking man, who was nodding sombrely back at the Leader. Baekhyun sighed, leaning back in his chair and beginning to twiddle a small spark of light between his fingers.

Jongdae smiled to himself, Baekhyun could never stay still for long.

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White Lines

Pairing: Jeonghan X Reader
Genre: Angst, Angst, Angst
Word Count: 1,867
Warning: Mentions of head injuries, bodily injuries and car accidents.

A/N: Ahhh this is my first attempt at angst! I was inspired by the song White Lines by Dustin Tebbutt, and I highly recommend listening to  while reading this scenario. I hope you’ll all enjoy!


thump thump….thump thump…….thump thump………

Jeonghan slowly opens his heavy eyelids and takes in his surroundings as he comes to full consciousness. A dimly lit white room. A pale green curtain drawn across your side of the room. A hospital bed. A machine with a white line displayed across its screen rising and falling, beeping in rhythm. You.

Jeonghan sighs heavily and sits forward in the cramped chair that had become his bed for the past 70 hours. He rests his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands and screws his eyes shut tightly, trying to erase the image of the accident from his head, only to have the memory replay yet again.


It had been an unusually warm day for this time of the year, so you and Jeonghan had spent it driving along the rolling countryside for hours on end. As the sun fell behind the horizon, you two laid together in a field on top of a blanket that had been stored in the back of your beaten up car. You two gazed up at the twinkling stars while surrounded by complete darkness. Eventually, comforted by each others embrace and the calmness of the night, you had both fallen asleep only to awaken by a light drizzle at 1am. Gathering your stuff up, Jeonghan gently took your hand and pulled you into him. “I love you, Y/N.” He had been waiting for the right moment to drop the first “I love you” and that night had seemed like the perfect setting. Letting the breath you had unknowingly kept in out, you fix your eyes upon his and pull him in for a quick kiss.  “I love you, too.” you breathe out, fully taking in the unfamiliar words. He smiles in response and holds you close to his chest for another minute. Not wanting to get soaked by the progressing rain, you gather the rest of your belongings up and get into your car and head back home.

As you enter into the city after roughly an hour of driving, the street lights appearing as deep yellow streaks against the night, you take one hand off of the steering wheel and reach to your side for Jeonghan’s hand. He laces his fingers with yours and you turn to look at him and smile, feeling the happiest you had ever been in your whole life right at that moment. Suddenly, your boyfriends eyes turn wide as he looks past you and everything else happened in slow motion. You turned to your opposite side to see a large semi truck barreling towards your vehicle, the truck sounds its horn and you let go of the wheel completely, knowing that it is too late. You turn to Jeonghan one last time and your face contorts into a mixed expression of pure anguish and fear as the semi’s front collides into your side of the car, screaming out one more “I love you” to each other before the world in front of you fades to a solemn darkness.

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James x Reader x Sirius

Request: could you do a James Potter x Reader x Sirius where Sirius likes reader but reader likes James and then reader and james start going out. Then Sirius starts making out with readers best friend so reader punches him in the face. everything gets resolved in the end!! thanks, i know it’s complicated. Love your blog btw <3

@potter-the-marauder i am so sorry this has taken so long to get up!!! my life has been a hectic mess lately and I’m trying to sort everything out. i have a group research paper and a group skit and a group presentation all in different classes. progress reports come out Wednesday and I’m also trying to get into Talented Visual Arts. I’ve also started seeing a physiologist weekly because of my OCD and i’ve been getting a ton of panic attacks lately. I promise I’m trying super hard to update as often as i can, but life’s been a little tough lately.

Also this is really fucking cheesy but i couldn’t help myself.

p.s. not my best writing, this has been a shitty week. lmk if u want me to change it up or whatever or re-write.

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“Hey, sweetheart,” Sirius greeted you as you sat down next to him at the Gryffindor table.

“Hey Sirius,” you rolled your eyes at him.

“So,” he took a deep breath, “you wanna go with me to Hogsmeade this weekend?”

“Sirius,” you sighed, “you know I have feelings for someone else.”

As if on cue, James Potter sat down next to you, “You have what for someone else?”

You blushed and Sirius had a hard expression on his face, “Let me just do you both a favor; Y/n has feelings for you, James,” he stood up and walked out the Great Hall, leaving you with your face in your hands.

James chuckled awkwardly, “T-that was weird, right?”

You sighed, “Look, James. He’s r-right. I… do like you.”

You squeezed your eyes shut and prepared yourself for rejection when al of the sudden you felt warm lips on yours. You opened your eyes in surprise. James Potter was kissing you. James Potter was kissing you!! Wait, James Potter was kissing you?

You pulled back, “W-wait, I don’t understand. You don’t like me.”

“What?” James replied, shocked, “Y/n! Are you kidding me! I’ve had a crush on you since second year. I just… never thought you might…. I don’t know, feel the same.”

You blushed and smiled, “W-well, I do.”

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It had been about a week since you and James had officially started dating, an you couldn’t have been happier, but something was nipping at the back of your mind. 

Sirius.

He had done his very best to avoid you and James after you began dating. You knew he had liked you for a while and it hurt that your friend wouldn’t talk to you just because you didn’t feel the same. James, being an oblivious twat (in an endearing way), had obviously not noticed his friend’s discomfort. You didn’t want to bring it up, because- while you felt a little selfish -you didn’t want James to break up with you for the sake of Sirius’s hurt feelings. 

You made your way to the Quidditch Pitch, where you were meeting James so you could play a small unorganized game with some of the other Gryffindors, when out of the corner of your eye you saw Sirius with some girl pinned up against a tree, making out furiously. You scoffed in disgust, he was such a player, the poor lass might not even know how she’ll be used and thrown away when he gets bored. As you walked passed you noticed how familiar the girl’s hair looked, how familiar she looked in general. Then, it hit you.

“Y/f/n!?” You shrieked, suddenly enraged. 

Sirius and y/f/n broke apart, your friend looked ashamed while Sirius had a knowing smirk on his lips. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing???!!” You stomped over to Sirius, you had ever been so angry in your entire life.

“Look, love,” Sirius began, obviously enjoying your furry, “I was just-”

*SMACK*

Your fist collided with Sirius’s jaw in one swift move and a harsh pop.

“Bastard!” You shouted. 

Sirius was groaning and holding his jaw.

“Y/n!?” You heard your…. boyfriend.

You turned to face James with wide eyes. How would you explain this?

“What happened?” James looked shocked, confused, and concerned.

Sirius spat on the ground and looked at with an angry sneer as you attempted to stutter out an explanation, “’Guess your girlfriend got a little jealous when she saw her best friend all over lil’ ole’ me.”

“What?” James looked at you, hurt, and your heart broke.

“No, James, I s-swear it wasn’t- he was- I mean-”

“Save it,” James said calmly, but you heard the crack in his voice, “I guess were done.”

James walked off sadly in the direction of the Quidditch Pitch, broom dragging behind him, and you turned to Sirius. 

“You son of a bitch,” you almost laughed through your anger.

“Hey,” Sirius held up his hands in defense, “You’re the one who bloody punched me. Make up your mind, why don’t you.”

Sirius and y/f/n walked away and you sat down on the ground, head in your hands. You had majorly fucked up.

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You saw the sharp looks James and Sirius had been shooting at each other, and heard about the fights they’d gotten in. You couldn’t help but feel entirely responsible (bc u were, u btich), after all, none of this wold have happened if you had just stayed friends with them. But, you couldn’t help the little flutter you got when Sirius winked at you, nor the explosive feeling in your heart when James entered the room.  

You had had some time to think, and you realized what you needed to do.

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“Sirius,” you began, “We need to talk.”

He turned around and looked at you with an unreadable expression, “What is it?”

“Well, I,” you took a deep breath, “I know I got jealous when I saw you kissing y/f/n, and I know that I always get butterflies in my stomach when you wink at me, and I know that you have- or had- feelings for me,” you paused and he nodded, urging you to continue, “but,” he sighed, “but,” you continued, “I don’t love you. Not like that at least. And I think, I know, I love James.”

Sirius nodded once again and you laughed, “I mean, just the way he makes me feel, like my heart is going to implode and explode at the same time when he’d not even doing anything! When anything happens, at all, he’s the first person I want to tell. The way, the way all those cheesy couples in Muggle movies look at each other, I want him to look at me like that. And I know, I know I may be a hopeless cause, he may never even look my way again, but I just can’t stop my heart from beating for him. The thought of him, feels like music. And whenever I think about him, or see him, I get that feeling. And it’s just that feeling that is so surreal and it feels like everything is right in the world and you feel like the world is ending but at the same time like life has never been better,” you laughed at your ridiculous rambling and took a breath, “and you just want it to stop because you can’t handle it but you also want to bottle it up because it’s so bloody amazing. And I know, I am not falling in love with James Potter, I’m flying in love with him. My heart will never hit the ground. There will be no fall, no end. I just want to be with him.”

Sirius looked as though he was about to cry, “That’s what I want. What you feel for James Potter; that’s what I want.”

You looked at Sirius expectantly and he continued, “I don’t love you either, I guess,” he sounded like he had an epiphany, “I guess I just love the idea of love.”

“Is all that true?” You heard James’s voice from behind you. 

You and Sirius whipped around, both embarrassed about being overheard. 

“H-how much did you hear?” You stuttered out.

“Enough,” James began, “to know I’m fucking in love with you too.”

You stopped breathing for a moment and looked into his eyes, searching for a sign that he was joking, playing a prank. There was none.

You laughed and smiled, “I’m so sorry about everything that’s been happening the past few weeks I-”

James interrupted you by literally sweeping you off your feet and kissing you passionately. 

After a few moments you broke apart and smiled at each other.

“So,” Sirius chuckled, “I’m assuming we’re good?” he asked James.

“Yeah,” he smiled and tackled his best friend in a hug.”

“Sirius,” you got his attention, “James and I may be together, but stay away from y/f/n. Don’t ruin her.”

A Girl Like Me... [Jack Maynard]

I’ve been feeling inspired lately and have been watching a lot of Jack Maynard on youtube, and I mixed Jack with a dream that I had recently. Don’t judge, my dreams are where all of my ideas and inspiration comes from. It’s about the classic good, rich girl and the slightly poor boy falling in love. Please let me know what you think and if I should do another part.

Requested: No.

Warnings: None.

Word count: 1,367

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“Rejection”; Chapter Twelve

NOTES: Extra long chapter today to make up for the wait. No swears, and… well, you’ll find out for yourself towards the end of the chapter.  (▰˘◡˘▰) (=゚ω゚)ノ

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                                             (The next morning…)

You awoke at around 9:30 to the scent of something sweet. Rubbing the crust from around your eyelids and ruffling your hair, you saw Papyrus setting something down on the kitchen table. It appeared to be… spaghetti. You frowned, and sat up straight. The tall skeleton must have saw your sudden movement, as he rushed over to you. He sat down on the floor beside you, booming out a hello.

You covered your ears, wincing from the loud noise. “GOOD MORNING, SLEEPY HEAD!” Papyrus chuckled, and cocked his head to the side. You smiled from his goofiness, and stretched. None of your bones popped, which irritated you, but it didn’t last long. “Hey there, Paps.” You yawned mid-sentence, and scratched your shoulders. Papyrus’s happy demeanor faltered for a second, and he fiddled with his gloved thumbs.

“HUMAN, I AM SORRY THAT I MADE YOU CRY LAST NIGHT. I HEATED UP SOME LEFTOVER PASTA TO MAKE YOU HAPPY!” He lowered his head the same a puppy would do when being yelled at, and your brain ached. Oh yeah. I’d completely forgotten. I don’t think I had any dreams last night either; except for one part where I was in the Arctic, freezing, and a warm breeze passed over me to keep me warm. Weird. It felt real…

You reached out a hand, and massaged the innocent skeleton’s skull lovingly. “Oh, Papyrus. I could never stay mad at you!” Papyrus jumped up into the air, and scooped you up into his arms. You braced yourself for the spinning, but instead Papyrus settled back down onto the couch behind you and embraced your body tightly. “THANK YOU, FRIEND (Nickname)! I CANNOT IMAGINE GOING ON WITH MY DAY KNOWING THAT YOU WERE STILL UPSET!”

You felt a tear streak down your cheek at his worry, and squeezed him back hard. “Papyrus, I will always be your friend. Don’t you ever forget that.” You whispered by his face where his ears should be, and felt his cheekbones warm with pure joy. The two of you stayed like that for a moment, until he reached for your blanket and laid it atop your lap. He scooched from out under you, and handed you the remote.

“YOU WAKE UP EARLY COMPARED TO MY BROTHER, (Nickname).” Papyrus mentioned, and an idea occurred to you. “What time do you wake up?” You asked, and Papyrus struck a heroic pose. “I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WAKE UP AT 6 O'CLOCK SHARP.” Your jaw dropped, and wrinkled your nose. “Why?” You laughed, when his eye sockets bulged slightly.

“DON’T ALL HUMANS WAKE UP AT THE SAME TIME THE GREAT PAPYRUS DOES?” He inquired, and you shook your head. “As you can probably see…” You gestured to yourself, “…that is not true.” You giggled, and Papyrus brought a hand up around his chin. “INTERESTING… FRISK IS AN EARLY RISER LIKE I AM. PERHAPS YOU ARE SPECIAL HUMAN, (Nickname).” You blushed at his compliment (was it a compliment?) and waved a hand at him.

“Hey, what can I say? I’m a night owl.” You shrugged, and Papyrus made a bewildered expression. “I THOUGHT YOU WERE A HUMAN!!” It took you a second to figure out what he meant by that, and when you did, you burst out into laughter. The walls reflected the loud noise, and Papyrus started yelling at you to calm down. “I’M SO CONFUSED!!!” He shouted, and started flailing his arms about like an idiot.

You only laughed harder, and plopped flat onto the floor. Papyrus stopped his crazed running around, and threw you on top of his shoulders. “(Nickname)!! EXPLAIN YOUR RACE!” You wiped a tear, not even minding how strong this guy must have been in order to pick you up so fast like that. “It’s a figure of speech, Paps. I’m a human; when I say I’m a ‘night owl’, that means I like to stay up later than most.”

The skeleton pondered for a moment, and then started chuckling. The rattling of his laughs made you bounce slightly, causing you to wrap your arms around his neck for safety. “OH! THEN MY BROTHER MUST BE AN OWL TOO. HE SELDOM GOES TO HIS ROOM EARLY; MAINLY BECAUSE HE HAS TO READ ME MY BEDTIME STORY.” You recalled how he told Frisk that same bit of information, making you smiled.

“IT’S CALLED-” “-Tales of the Fluffy Bunny?” You finished his sentence for him; he looked up towards you, smiling wide. “HOW DID YOU KNOW THAT, HUMAN?” You flinched, reminding yourself that around Papyrus you had to keep your mouth shut. “U-uh, you told me last night while making dinner! Remember?’

He frowned, and narrowed his eyes at the messed up couch. “HMM… I THINK I DO. BUT, ANYWAYS, LET’S GO EAT THAT DELICIOUS BREAKFAST THAT I HEATED UP JUST FOR YOU!” Papyrus cheered, and took off towards the kitchen. You clung to his scarf, and froze. “Wait, Papyrus-! I’m not gonna fit through the-” Your head clunked painfully against the entryway, and you slipped off of the younger brother’s shoulders.

You fell to the ground hard, and cried out when your spine landed first. You shrunk into the fetal position, and Papyrus spun around quickly. “OH MY GOD!! DEAR (Nickname), ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! I AM SO SORRY!! HOLD ON, LEMME GET SOME HEALING SPAGHETTI-” You cringed at the thought of him pouring spaghetti on you while you mentally screamed in agony. Hair was stuck in your mouth, so you spat it out grossly.

Dear God… I’m about to fall victim to a pasta avalanche. Papyrus came out from the kitchen, and held your breakfast up in the air. He had a fork clutched in the other glove, and you widened your eyes. “HERE YOU GO! THIS SHOULD FIX YOU RIGHT UP!” He fret, and you wrapped your hands around your head, preparing for the attack. Just as you could hear the fork scratching against the plate, a voice called out from above the stairway.

“woah, woah, woah! paps, what are you doing?!

                                          (About a half hour earlier…)

Sans opened his eye sockets slowly and took in a deep breath from his nasal cavity. A distant noise had disrupted him from his slumber, and it annoyed him greatly. He glared at the clock on his desk across the room, and growled. 9:34. seriously? this is probably the earliest i’ve woken up in a long time. He sat up on his mattress, and cracked his bones tiredly. The loud vibrations bouncing off his door continued, and it almost sounded like...laughter.

Not bothering to get dressed, Sans slipped on his slippers and passed his treadmill. Santa had gotten it for him as a Christmas present a couple of months ago, or whenever the first reset was. He rest a hand on the doorknob, and ignored the dog flying around in his self-sustaining tornado.

The noise was indeed laughter, he confirmed, but it sounded nothing like his brother’s. It was a little deeper, but not much. It made Sans’ hand tremble on the brass, from either anxiety or nerves. The door creaked open, and the noise stopped. He yawned, and scratched his sternum. An emptiness grew inside his ribs at the void of the sudden laughter that made his pulse rise quickly.

He peered over the stairwell, and smiled when he saw Papyrus messing around with someone. Sans squinted, and realized it was (Y/N). He remembered everything that happened the day before, and was shocked how Frisk still hadn’t reset yet. It’d been a few days since the kid moved back in with Toriel, and befriended all the monsters Underground.

A weight fell upon his shoulders from all the information he now has to deal with and try to comprehend that was given to him from the new human yesterday. His grin fell into a frown, and he shut his eyes. (y/n) said that our entire world is a videogame. got it. she also mentioned that she practically knows everything, except for this timeline. she apparently has a very unique soul; one that does not remain the same color or dominant personality trait.

He rubbed his temples frustratingly, but relaxed when he heard Papyrus say something about “breakfast”. Sans opened his eye sockets just as (Y/N) collided with the top part of the doorway to the kitchen; he practically jumped a foot into the air from shock. Sans winced as she hit the ground with an “oomph!”, and curled up into a ball. He waited to see if Papyrus would check for any injuries, pick her up and lay her on the green couch on which she slept, or perhaps even take her hand and-

“OH MY GOD!! DEAR (Nickname), ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! I AM SO SORRY!! HOLD ON, LEMME GET SOME HEALING SPAGHETTI-” Papyrus nearly shrieked, and ran into the room beside him. Sans just watched in confusion from his brother’s choice of action, but made no move to teleport by (Y/N) to make sure she was okay.

However, when he saw how Papyrus was about to dump some “healing spaghetti” onto the wounded human, Sans decided to intervene. “woah, woah, woah! paps, what are you doing?!” Sans shouted, but not so loud that Papyrus would think that he was angry at him again. Sans ran down the stairs, and slid across the carpet next to (Y/N).

He held his hands up in the air, ready to flip the girl and look her over. “I-I WAS JUST PLAYING WITH (Nickname) HERE AND SHE FELL OFF MY SHOULDERS! I THOUGHT THAT SINCE THE PASTA TASTED REALLY GOOD, IT WOULD HEAL HER TOO-” Papyrus stammered, freaking out a little at (Y/N)’s almost unconscious body. Sans grabbed her bicep gently and tugged to see her face.

She laid still, but was groaning under her breath at the welt that was sure to appear on her forehead. Sans sucked in a breath through his teeth upon seeing a large bruise already starting to form above her right eyebrow, and forced himself to remain calm when blood seeped out of the left gash. “paps, use your magic on her.” Sans commanded tenderly, and Papyrus kneeled down across from Sans quickly.

“WHAT SPELL?” He asked, and Sans tripped over his own words. “i-i dunno; the one you used when i broke my finger the other day.” Papyrus nodded, and waved his hands just above her big glasses. Sans wasn’t one for learning healing magic; all his life he was trained to use blue magic, the kinds of spells and summonings for attacks and destruction only.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Paps was really good at treating illnesses and fixing things. There was no way his magic could rival Toriel’s; she was practically the master of all things medicine and curing. But while Tori was far away from most towns to help sick subjects, Papyrus was always there when someone needed him. He could run very fast, as his legs were practically four feet long, which was an attribute Sans did not have.

Sans was not meant for taking hits, as he had very little HP and a low attack stat, but that didn’t mean he was weak. In fact, Sans was probably the strongest and scariest monster there is in the Underground. He’s right up there next to Asriel Dreemur in his godly form; proving that whenever Chara possesses Frisk and goes through the Genocide route, it’s going to take an insane amount of time and skill in order to beat him.

Sans’ endurance in battle is amazing; most would think that the bigger and bulkier you are, the more of a chance that you’ll win in battle. At least, that’s what the Underground’s mindset was. This is why people always underestimated Sans; because he wasn’t bulky, and he most definitely wasn’t a big bad-ass Boss Monster with a huge reputation. If only people saw what his true capabilities were when he needed to dunk a certain demon wreaking havoc to all monsterkind.

Normally, Sans was a lazy skeleton who enjoyed ketchup and making puns all day. But when you take away his most valued and prized possession, you might as well just give up completely. Because that possession was Papyrus, the only family he has left and the only thing he has to live for whilst dealing with his depression.

After a few silent minutes of Papyrus working away and doing his thing, (Y/N)’s eyelids fluttered open. The blood on her face had evaporated into thin air, and the bruise on her forehead had disappeared back into her tan skin. She also noticed that the pain in her spine had gone away, too. Sans breathed a sigh of relief, and sat back onto his heels. Papyrus wiped the sweat beads that formed on his skull away, and looked down at (Y/N).

She groaned softly, and blinked when she saw the two skeletons above her. “What is it with you two making me hit my forehead on stuff?” She chuckled, and bringing a hand up to her hairline. When she brushed it back, Sans smiled at the genius joke that popped into his mind. “i guess papyrus was getting a little a-head of himself.” Sans smiled when his bro glared and reprimanded him.

“I SWEAR TO ASGORE SANS, IF YOU START WITH THAT NONSENSE I’M DISOWNING YOU.” Papyrus mumbled, and (Y/N) giggled. Sans was glad to see that she was already feeling better. “sorry, i didn’t mean to make that as-gorey as it came out. maybe a less bloody joke will help lighten the mood.” Sans chuckled deeply, and his ribs rattled softly. (Y/N) laughed a little louder, and Papyrus shot up immediately.

“THAT’S IT! YOU ARE NO LONGER RELATED TO ME.” Papyrus stormed out of the living room, taking the plate of spaghetti with him. Sans sighed happily, and turned his attention to the clock above the TV. 10:02. “wow, time sure does fly when you’re making puns.” Sans looked back down to (Y/N), who was trying to sit up.

When she let out a cry, Sans’ smile dropped. “hey, take it easy pal. i know paps’ magic is pretty awesome, but that doesn’t mean you should be making any sudden movements so soon.” She grinned sweetly, and nodded. “I thought the phrase was, ‘time flies when you’re having fun’?” Sans raised his non existent eyebrows, and thought to himself. He shrugged, and winked playfully at her.

“it is, but i don’t think that getting injured is much fun. unless to you it is, which i can respect. a bit masochistic, but i’ll accept it.” He said nonchalantly, and (Y/N) rolled her eyes back. “Touche.” She laughed again, and went quiet. She stared down at her clothes, then brought her attention back up to Sans.

“So…am I just gonna lay here until Papyrus’s magic settles, or…?” Her voice trailed off, and she bit her lip. The way she looked at that moment with her all messed up and long eyelashes batting slowly towards him made his soul jump unexpectedly. An idea came to his mind, and he thought it would work fine.

“nah. here, lemme help you over to the couch.” Sans leaned over, and curled his arms under (Y/N)’s back. She gulped, and let out a nervous yelp. Sans stood up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck like she had done to Papyrus’s scarf. “S-S-Sans!! What are you doing?!” Her face turned beet red, and the skeleton chuckled. His own cheekbones released a light blue tint, and his eye flared softly.

As he walked her over to the couch, Papyrus peeked from around the corner and saw what was happening. He saw both of their expressions, and smiled devilishly from his spot in the kitchen. He knew something had been off with Sans ever since (Y/N) arrived, and was sure to talk to him about it later in private.

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I Can Explain // Isaac Lahey Imagine

RequestCan I request an imagine where Isaac likes u & u like him but he doesn’t know how to express his feelings so he treats & acts like shit towards you until one day u tell him ur tired and fed up and u almost break down so he confesses to u, thank you!!

I hope you like it :))) I kind of set this in season 3a, so I hope you don’t mind! 

Warnings: None
Word Count: 1,675

Lunch was always your favorite time of the day. For starters, you didn’t have to be cooped up in a classroom learning about subjects that you didn’t have any interest in. But your favorite part of lunch was eating with the pack. You had a class with Lydia and almost every class with Stiles but you barely saw Scott, Allison or Isaac through out the day. If you were to be completely honest, you always looked forward to seeing Isaac the most but you would never admit that out loud. 

You quickly placed all of your things in your locker and grabbing your lunch, practically running to your friend’s usual lunch table. Butterflies filled your stomach as you noticed that the only empty seat was next to Isaac. You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to keep your cool, and headed over to the table, claiming your seat. Everyone greeted you warmly, asking how your day was and things like that…well everyone but Isaac. As soon as he saw you sit next to him, he visibly moved away from you. This action literally felt like Isaac had punched you in the stomach, killing all of your butterflies one by one. 

You were used to this action. You were used to him moving away from you, rolling his eyes at you, sometimes calling you mean names, verbally expresses his distaste for you…the list goes on and on. Even with the familiarity of these actions, they never failed to break your heart a little. Isaac wasn’t always like this. At one point you guys were pretty close until one day he woke up and just decided you weren’t worth his time anymore. 

“So, who’s excited for pack night, tonight?” Scott asks with a smile, bringing you out of your thoughts.

“Really Scott? You’re gonna worry about ‘pack night’ when there are human sacrifices going on and not to mention a pack full of alphas running around.” Stiles asked in his usual sassy tone. 

Scott nodded, the smile never faltering from his face. “Yep. One night of fun won’t kill us and if something happens, then there will be a house full of werewolves ready to fight.” 

“I think a little fun is what we all need. I agree with Scott. We should have a night that’s worry-less” You chimed in. Scott winked in your direction. 

“Of course you do.” Isaac responded sarcastically, completing his signature eye roll. 

You shrunk down, a look of defeat on your face. You so badly wanted to scream at him and ask what the hell his problem was but you figured that, that would just lead to more hurtful words. 

“What’s that supposed to mean, Isaac?” Lydia asked, quickly coming to your defense. 

Isaac shrugged. “Y/N just never takes anything seriously when it comes to the pack so of course she would be up for some fun.” 

Your head shot up. “I do too take things seriously.” 

Isaac scoffed, shaking his head. “If you say so.” He stood up abruptly, accidentally hitting his knee into your arm. Instead of saying sorry, he just stormed off. 

You sighed heavily. “What the hell is his problem?” You said out loud to no one in particular. 

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Y/N. Isaac is always a little..rude and up tight.”Allison said calmly, placing a hand on your arm and rubbing it a little. 

“He also milks his backstory a lot…he’s really not much of a help to anyone either.” Stiles responded nonchalantly, popping a fry into his mouth. Scott smacked Stiles in the back of the head which Stiles stared back at him in shock. “What was that for?” 

“Just shut up, Stiles.” Scott replied. You couldn’t help but laugh. At least you could count on the rest of your friends to make you feel better. 

Pack night was always one of your favorite things. You weren’t a werewolf, you weren’t whatever Lydia was and you couldn’t fight like Allison but you still felt at home with everyone. Everyone was already sitting on the couches, sprawled out every which way. Melissa was nice enough to open her home up to a bunch of teenage werewolves and you admired her for that. You knew that if your mom found out about the supernatural life that you’re involved, she would never let one of your friends step in your house again. Hell, she might even pack up everything and move you across the country. 

Scott had just popped in a movie and you laid your head on Stile’s shoulder. You felt as if someone was staring at you and you looked around the room, instantly regretting it when you met eyes with Isaac. He was glaring at you. The hatred in his eyes took your breath away. You know that saying “if looks could kill”? Well if looks could indeed kill, you would be dead in a second. After a few seconds, Isaac adverted his eyes away from you and turned his attention back to the TV. 

You, however, couldn’t find the means to focus on the movie. Isaac’s glare was permanently etched in your mind and you just wished you knew why he hated you so much. What did you do? You couldn’t think of a single thing that you did to make him dislike you. You were always nice to him. You even helped him through a couple of anxiety attacks over what his dad did to him. He used to come over all the time. He used to laugh at all your jokes instead of just rolling his eyes like he does now. 

You suddenly felt like it was hard to breathe. Here you were, crushing on a guy that hates you..that’s for sure a definite blow to your self esteem. You felt your face heat up which was a for sure sign that you were about to lose it. Quickly, you pushed yourself up from the couch and headed into the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of cold water, desperate for something that would cool you down. You closed your eyes desperate to calm your breathing. Once you started to recover from your little freak out moment, you put the glass in the sink and decided to had back to the movie. 

When you turned the corner, your body collided with another one. You looked up and met eyes with a scowling Isaac. “God, Y/N, watch where you’re going.” He snapped, stepping around you to go into the kitchen. 

Normally, you would have walked away with a broken look on your face but honestly, you’ve had enough. You turned on your heels and marched back into the kitchen. “What the hell is your problem with me?” You snapped at Isaac. 

He turned around, holding a glass of water in his hand. “Excuse me?” 

“What is your problem? You’re constantly being mean to me, calling me names, rolling your eyes…glaring at me. I just want to know what made you hate me so much? I can’t take this constant backlash from you. Do you want me to leave the pack? Because honestly, if that’s the case…then I will. Just say the world because I am so over this.” You completely blew up. You didn’t even know how much this was effecting you until your voice started cracking and tears threatened to fall from your eyes but you held them back. 

Isaac shook his hand. “That’s the last thing I want, Y/N.” 

You looked at him in disbelief. “What?”

“I can explain my attitude towards you…” Isaac started, putting down the glass he was holding.

“Please do because I’m lost here.” You said. 

He took a step towards you and took in a shaky breath. He looked nervous and you couldn’t recall a single time you ever saw Isaac Lahey nervous. “I like you, Y/N. I like you a lot.” 

You titled your head to the side. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. “You like me…so you treat me like shit in response to that?”

Isaac nodded slowly. “I guess it was a pretty fucked up way to go about things but I honestly didn’t know how to deal with my feelings. I felt like you only saw me as a friend and I was scared of being too obvious and then that would ruin or friendship. I decided that it would be easier to be mean to you, I guess?” 

You just sat there, dumbfounded. Him confessing that he had feelings for you was the last thing that you expected to happen after you blew up on me. You were full prepared for a full out verbal battle with him. But instead, one of your biggest wished came true. 

Isaac shifted uncomfortably, taking your silence as a bad thing. “I’m really sorry Y/N. I never knew how all of this made you feel and seeing you tear up like that tore me apart. If I knew that I was hurting you, I would have stopped a long time ago.” 

You just shook your head. “You’re lucky that I like you too.”

A shocked expression spread across Isaac’s face. “Wait, what?”

You giggled a little, stepping closer to him. “I like you, Isaac. I always have. And if you would have just been honest with me from the beginning, you wouldn’t have had to go through all this.” 

“Wow, I really feel like an asshole now.” Isaac joked. 

You laughed. “Will you just get over it and kiss me already?” 

Isaac looked a little taken back at your words but quickly got over it. He rushed over to you, cupping your face in his hands. He pressed his lips against yours and you swear you were floating on cloud nine. Thank God you decided to finally speak up. 

Ahhhh, I really hope you liked this!!!

Chance-Part 6


A/N: Last part of this series.Thank you so much for liking this series,your support encourages me to write more.Love you all so much.xx


Pairing:Theo Raeken X Reader.

Word Count:1.44K words

Part 1  Part 2   Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 


Y/N’s POV

*Few Months Later*

These past months were amazing,each passing day I’m falling for Theo a little bit more than the previous day.These past few months were magical.

Currently I’m getting ready for school,Theo’s car broke down so I will give him ride today.

I got ready and headed downstairs seeing my mother getting her stuffs ready.

“Woah mom,slow down,”I chuckled.

“Good morning honey,”my mom hugged me.She’s going on a businnes trip for three days.

“Late?”

“Can you believe?I’m late for the third time this week!”She sighed.

“It’s okay mom,just don’t rush and drive safely there okay?”I said.

“I will darling,now finish your breakfast and go to school and please be a good girl”,I nodded.

“When’s Theo coming?”My mom asked.

“Oh actually his car broke down so today I’ll give him a lift,”I said before eating the toast.

“Are you sure?You haven’t drive in a while,I can drive you there?”

“No mom,I’ll be fine,besides you’re already late,now go,”I said laughing.

“Are you sure Y/N?”She asked hesitantly.

“Yeah mom,why are you worrying so much?”

“Well,you’re my baby so it’s natural for me to worry,okay?”My mom sighed.    

“Mom,I’ll be fine,don’t worry,I’ll give you a call after I reach school,sounds good?”I said impatiently.

“Okay,drive safe,love you,will miss you”she said rushing off.

“Love ya,will miss you too”I said smiling.

I sent a quick text to Theo saying I’ll be there within few minutes.

My phone dinged indicating a new message from Theo,

Drive safely,I love you xx

I smiled before walking towards my car.

It’s been a while since I last drove,ever since dating Theo I didn’t need to worry about driving,he was my personal chauffeur.I teased him about it but he said he enjoyed being my chauffeur.That kid.

I got into my car and started driving it,Theo’s house isn’t that far away from my home,roughly it’s a five minutes drive.

“Seriously?”I muttered silently,once I noticed the sign saying “ROAD CLOSED”.

The easy route towards his house was currently undergoing contruction,that means I gotta take the other road which will take a while.I sighed and begin to drive towards the other way.

We won’t be late for school anyway since we always reach school fifteen minutes before the classes start so we’re good,I thought to myself.

My phone started ringing,I began to reach it and it was a mistake,I glanced at the screen it was from Theo before I can even comprehend what was going on I saw a truck coming from the opposite direction,I panicked and tried to drive the other way.The last thing I saw was my car colliding with a tree nearby before everything went blank.


Theo’s POV

What’s taking her so long?I wondered as I shifted uncomfortably on my couch.I tried calling her phone several times but it just went to voicemail.

“Okay Theo,relax,she must be picking some coffee on her way,”I tried to calm myself.

I heard my phone ringing and immediately sighed in relief when I saw it was Y/N calling.

“Babe,where are you?”I asked.

“Hello,is this Theo?”asked a male voice.

“Yes,may I ask who is this?This is my girlfriend’s phone.”I  panicked,what is going on.

“This is officer Reynolds.The owner of this phone got in a car accident,so we’re immediately taking her to the Beacon Hills Hospital,”spoke the other end.

“Car…acci-accident?”I asked not believing.

“I’m sorry,she’s unconscious right now.”

“I’ll…be.. there.”I barely made a sentence.

I immediately called Stiles and told him what happened before rushing off towards the hospital.

I met Stiles on my way and got in his jeep.

“What’s her situation right now?”Scott asked panicking.

“She’s unconscious now,”I said in tears.

“Okay Theo,we’re almost there please stay strong,”Stiles said,his own voice trembling.

“I’ll call Lydia and Malia,”Scott said before calling them on his phone.


Once we reached the hospital I rushed down the doors walking to the front door.

“Excuse me,I’m here for Y/N Y/L/N.”I said tapping my thumbs on the counter nervously.

“Yes sir,room 124 down that hallway.”I nodded and began to search for her room.

I saw Melissa exiting the room Y/N was admitted to.She saw me and gave me a weak smile before saying,”Theo,she’s fine.She experienced a mild concussion,I gave her pills so she’s taking rest.”Melissa gently held my hand in a motherly comforting way and hugged me.At that moment I broke down.

“It’s all my fault,I shouldn’t have asked her to drive me to school,I’m supposed to look for her but see I failed.”I sobbed.

“Shh shh,it’s not your fault okay?Don’t blame yourself kid.”She smiled softly.

“Thank you,”I said smiling weakly.

“No problem at all,now meet your girl,but make sure she gets enough rest.”She said before waling away.

I took a deep breathe and opened the door,I saw the love of my life lying in the bed.She had a small bandage on her forehead and IVY’s running through her arms.My poor baby,I sat down in the chair next to her bed grabbing her hand gently.She was sleeping peacefully.I gently caressed her cheeks before placing a small kiss on top of her head.I tried to held back my tears but failed miserably.

Y/N shifted slightly,groaning a little.

“Baby…” I began.

She turned her head opening her eyes slowing,smiling gently as soon as she noticed me.

“Hey handsome,”she said squeezing my hand gently.

“Hey beautiful,how are you feeling?”I asked softly.

“Other than this headache,I’m fine and also I’m thirsty.”

I filled a glass with water and gently made her drink that.

“Better?”

“Yup,”she smiled.

Oh how beautiful she looked,my baby girl.

“Don’t you dare ever make me scare like this,you understand?”I said caressing her face.

“I’m so sorry baby,it never happened before,I don’t know how it happened and-”I interrupted her by kissing her softly.

“Accidents happen okay?I’m just glad you’re not injured severely,”I said gently.

“Hmm,”I sighed.

“I can’t imagine what I would have done if I lost you,”I said silently letting my tears flow.

“Hey,I am okay,don’t worry,I’m right here.”She said helding my face and kissing me softly.

“Please don’t ever leave me,I love you too much baby girl,”I smiled through the tears.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily Raeken,”she smiled,the smile that lights up my world.

“I’m willing to spent each and every day of my life with you by my side,I can’t imagine it with anyone else,”I kissed her hand.

“Aww,you’re such a sweetheart,I love you darling,”she said.

I smiled,what did I do to deserve such an amazing person,I always wonder that.

“I’m just glad that you gave me a chance to show you how much you mean to me,thank you for agreeing to be my girlfriend,for always been there for and most importantly loving me.”I said.

“We’re having emotional talks,aren’t we?”she chuckled.

“Yeah,maybe”I said chuckling.

“Well I would have been a fool if I didn’t give you a chance,I’m grateful that you lived up to my expectation,so thank you Theodore.”she said.


Y/N’s POV

I kissed him softly,before getting interrupted by the pack.

“Keep it PG kids,”I heard Liam scoff.

“Oh Y/N,are you okay?”Lydia rushed towards me giving me hug and wore a worried expression.

“I’m fine Lyds,”I assured her.

“Thank God,”Kira sighed in relief.

“We were worried sick,”Malia breathed peacefully.

“My mom said they’ll discharge you tomorrow,”Scott said before giving me a hug gently.

“Urghh,why not soon?”I asked impatiently.

“Hey,the time will pass quickly okay?”Stiles said encouragingly.

“Besides I brought my laptop so we can watch a movie today!”Mason said excitedly.

“Oh yess,”I said happily.

“If it wasn’t for Scott’s mom,we’ll all be kicked out,but she gave us a chance to stay here for few hours,”Liam said before seating in the bed beside me and hugging me.

“Only I have the permission to stay all night,hah”Theo said grinning.

“You okay?”Liam asked.

“Yes,”I said smiling.

He kissed my forehead softly then went towards Mason to choose a movie.

“Okay,I still get jealous by your interactions with Liam,”Theo said pouting.

“Oh baby,c’mere,we’re just friends,nothing for you to worry about,okay?”I said chuckling.

“I’ll try,”he said smiling.

“OKAY FOREST GUMP!”Stiles yelled.

“Calm down Stlinski,”Mason rolled his eyes.

I looked around and saw everyone,feeling the happiest to have such amazing people around me and most importantly a perfect boyfriend.I smiled looking at him,who was currently watching the movie,he’s beautiful.I scooted closer to him and rest my head on his shoulder.

“I love you,”I whispered.

“I love you.”he said kissing my forehead.

Importance

Daemon!The8 | 13 Days of SevenWeen

Word Count: 1950

Genre: Fluff, Angst


It was another usual day in the Underworld. The night sky looked like a whirl pool of red clouds and black stars; very typical of the season. Minghao was going about his usually duty, rowing a black wooden canoe through the murky waters of the Oceanus river.

Minghao was like a personal assistant to the god of the Underworld, Joshua. Though, daemons by nature are never referenced in art or literature, so Minghao scarcely received any credit for his hard work. But that didn’t stop Minghao from trying his hardest every day, he was a loyal employee of Joshua’s, and didn’t mind being in the background. However, that isn’t to say that Minghao never got curious about what life would be like if he were the center of attention. He wanted to know how it would feel for his existence to mean something, instead of just doing mediocre tasks for someone else.

Just as Minghao started to drift out of reality and into his own thoughts, the side of his canoe scraped against the river bank. Hastily rowing back to the center of the river, he pushed through his own boredom, as he was on his way to pick up Joshua and escort him to Mount Olympus.

It wasn’t often that Joshua met with the other gods, but when he had to, Minghao was always his chauffeur. Charon, the gatekeeper of the Underworld, was always the one who got the credit for that job, but as always, Minghao didn’t mind. Charon was the one who knew the rivers of the Underworld best, so Minghao could understand why people made that assumption. But if there was one river Minghao knew like the back of his hand, it was Oceanus.

Oceanus was the river that encircled the Underworld, separating it from the living world. If ever Minghao had a day off, he would aimlessly row down the river and fantasize about the living world. It intrigued him, but he never had the courage to enter it, until that fateful day.

The canoe bumped into the shore once more, and for some reason, it seemed like a cosmic sign to Minghao. He decided that it was finally time to explore the living world.

Abandoning the canoe and its paddle, Minghao took the river bank, starting towards the living world, and not looking back once. The border between the Underworld and the living world was like a warped, clear wall. Souls usually entered through the main gate, so the border wasn’t normally talked about. Minghao was seeing it for the first time. It looked like a window, but on the other side, everything was different. The clouds were white, the sky was blue, the grass was green. Minghao had never seen anything like it.

He took one stride through, and crossed over to the other side. Immediately, his ears were greeted by some kind of ringing sound. It sounded like a high-pitched squeak being repeated over and over again. He turned his head, to see that the sound was coming from a bird in a tree. Though, the bird was a strange red color, at least it was to Minghao, since only ravens and vultures can live in the Underworld.

Studying his surroundings once more, Minghao realized that he must’ve been in some kind of town. But, he’d never seen a town like this before. The buildings were different colors, flowers hung in baskets from the lamp posts, the sun illuminated everything and filled the air with an alien warmth. Minghao strolled around for a bit, admiring the beauty of everything, when all of sudden, he felt something bump into him.

“I’m so sorry.” He heard someone say.

Turning around to face the person he’d collided with, Minghao was immediately mesmerized when he saw your face.

“It’s fine.” He replied.

You sent him a grin, as a response to his acceptance of your apology. Your eyes were sparkling, cheeks plump and full of life. Minghao could only stare in awe.

“Are you okay?” You asked, noticing his blank gaze.

Minghao snapped out of it, to reply with, “Yes. Absolutely. I’m great.”

“That’s good,” You said, “You looked a bit lost there.”

“Actually, I am lost. I don’t know where I am and I don’t have any money.” He stated.

“Oh no. Well, do you know how you got here?” You asked.

“Yeah, I just-” Minghao turned around, to try to show you the border of the Underworld. But, as he saw that the border wasn’t visible, he realized that the only way to the Underworld from the living world is through the main gate. Or, by Joshua’s golden chariot, but no daemon has ever ridden in it.

“You what?” You asked, interrupting Minghao’s thought process.

Minghao scratched the back of his neck, contemplating a way to explain his predicament without confusing you.

“I, uh, I don’t remember. Looks like I’m stuck here now.” He said.

You felt sorry for him. He was lost, confused, broke, and admittedly very cute. You decided that it was the right thing to try and help him.

“What’s your name?” You asked.

“Minghao. And yours?”

“(Y/N).”

“That’s a lovely name.”

“Thank you. So, there’s this really nice cafe down the street, I know this is quite sudden but if you want, I could get you something to eat. I just… Feel bad that you’re all alone here.”

“I’m fine. You really shouldn’t spend anything on me. But, I’d love to see more of this place.”

You happily obliged and began taking Minghao on a quick tour of the town, walking by all the major landmarks and interesting destinations. Along the way, the both of you talked quite a bit. Minghao was very endearing and genuinely fascinated by the town, and by you as it seemed. But, as he told you bits and pieces of his own life story, some of it didn’t seem to add up. Every few details he’d explain would just sound completely out of this world. Although, as the two of you finally sat together in the cafe, he revealed that it was because he truly was from another world.

“You’re what?” You asked in disbelief.

“A daemon.” He answered, chuckling slightly, as he didn’t anticipate such a strong response from you.

“What is that?”

“I’m basically like an assistant to the god of the Underworld. I take him places, tidy his palace, and arrange meetings with his council.”

“No offense, but that seems very mundane for someone living in the most eventful place in the universe.”

“None taken, because it is, but someone has to do it.”

“Well, do you still have time to do other cool stuff?”

“Not really, since I’m always busy. But even if I do have a day off, the Underworld is kind of boring. Sure there are people there who torture lost souls or practice witchcraft, but I’ve never really been in on that excitement.”

“But why? Don’t you want to do some of that?”

“I do, but, daemons aren’t really… What’s the right word for this… Important enough to do any of that stuff. I mostly just do my regular duties and keep to myself.”

“Hmm, well, I think your job sounds very important. Without you, council meetings would never happen, the palace would be a wreck, and no one would be able to get anywhere. You should give yourself more credit.”

Minghao paused for a moment, just smiling at what you said. It was the first time anyone had ever told him that he was important. And he could tell that you meant it too. The both of you became silent, but luckily, a waiter delivered two coffees to the table before the atmosphere became awkward.

“Try it,” You said, taking a sip of your own coffee, “I guarantee they don’t have anything like this in the Underworld.”

Obeying your order, Minghao picked up the drink before sniffing it a bit, then taking a gulp. His eyes widened at the strange, new taste.

“Woah,” He marveled, “This is great.”

“I knew you would like it.”

“You know, (Y/N), everything in the living world is so much nicer. And for the first time, I feel like I have a friend.”

“Aw, well, I’m glad I could be your first. But, your personality is so kind and humble, I’m also kind of shocked.”

Minghao tried not to get flustered. As he felt a blush coming on, he simply let out an airy chuckle. You blushed as well, wondering where the surge of confidence that led you to say that came from.

“(Y/N), I’m really thankful for you, and this whole experience. No matter if I’m stuck here forever or I somehow manage to get back to the Underworld, I’ll never forget today.” He said.

You smiled at his sincerity, feeling touched that he had so much thanks to give you. And as a result, Minghao felt a surge of confidence too, and reached for your hand across the table. You couldn’t tell if it was romantic or platonic, but Minghao was genuinely the sweetest, most enchanting person you’d ever met, either outcome would’ve been equally pleasant.

For the next couple of hours, you sat with Minghao, having no shortage of deep discussions. The level of interest between the both of you seemed to grow with every story, every joke, every exchange. There was no denying you were attracted to him by that point, and it was safe to say that the feeling was mutual.

As things began to wind down and the cafe started closing, the two of you took to the streets once more, and talked even more as you walked. Minghao was so intrigued by you, this time he hardly ever stopped to see his surroundings. But once he did, it was outside a shop that had reflective windows. He expected to see his own reflection, but when he looked into the glass, he saw none other than Joshua, gesturing for Minghao to come to him. In that moment, your phone rang, and paused to answer it. Minghao took the opportunity to go a little closer to the image of Joshua.

“Long story short,” Minghao whispered sharply, “I met this human that I really like. And I know you’re going to make me come back to the Underworld, but, let me just say goodbye first.”

“Listen, Minghao,” Said Joshua, “I was almost late for the council meeting today and Seungcheol nearly beheaded me in front of everyone. I can’t have this problem again. Plus,”

Joshua’s hand came out from the glass, to plant itself on Minghao’s shoulder, perhaps in an attempt to comfort him,

“Humans can never sustain romantic relationships with any being other than humans. It’s simply too complex for them. Besides, you can see this human again once they die, so their soul can live with us in the Underworld.”

Minghao took one last glance at you, relishing your beauty for a moment before turning back to the window. You were still on the phone, and Minghao didn’t want to disturb you, so Minghao scratched a small message to you in the corner of the window, before Joshua opened up the border and Minghao stepped through it for the last time.

Once he was back in the Underworld, Minghao could only reflect on what had happened, and tried to honor you by taking your advice. He gave himself more credit for the seemingly mundane but completely necessary work he did, and began feeling more important overall. He felt bad for leaving so hastily, but the message he left you really summed up everything he wanted to say:

‘Til death do us wait…

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Find the Right Words (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Prompt: Where Draco tries to get his love back in every way possible after the rumour of him cheating on her was started. And when it finally works, it turns out to be a really weird way to win her back.

Requested: No.
Word Count: 1,174.
Warning(s): Fluff.
Note: Just a cute, not requested, random, fluffy Draco imagine to recover from my Luke smut (jk lol forgive me). Tomorrow there will be some Draco smut though ooooooh. Hope you like this! :-)

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Summer was hell. Stepping into a new year on Hogwarts was even more a hell. Being in the fourth year was the worst of all.

In summer you expected to have a good time, in the muggle world, the human world. Just a normal summer like every other one, with your family and your friends from the lower or middle school and other muggle children from Hogwarts. But somehow, via your other friends, you discovered your boyfriend Draco kind of had cheated on you.

And so, on the first day of school, with a cheerful Draco and Blaise by your side, you took Draco apart from the rest of your friends and broke up with him. Not that you wanted to, but you just had to. At first, Draco seemed completely oblivious to the whole situation, not understanding why you would broke up with him. But when you told him, his face softened and he looked everywhere around him but your eyes.

‘Y/N,’ he whispered, but you pushed him out of the way and ignored him since that moment. He tried to contact your over the weeks you’ve been ignoring him, but it always failed, you constantly finding a way to avoid private conversations with him.

Since it was the year of the Triwizard Tournament, there was also an upcoming ball, the Yule ball, on the first day of Christmas, which was two weeks away from now.

You were sitting at the dining table of Slytherin, looking around for some boys who could possibly ask you out. But when your eye fell upon Draco’s face, he seemed rather angry and scared, probably not wanting anyone to ask you out for the ball except him. What if every boy was scared of him and thus no one would ask you out?

You bit your lower lip as you let down your fork while still locking your eyes with Draco’s, afraid that he actually scared every boy away from you. Would he be that cruel? First cheating on you, and then scaring every boy away from you?

Moments later, Blaise and Draco left the Great Hall without saying a word to anyone, avoiding everyone’s eye contact and refusing to listen to the headmaster who called them back. Not that it was forbidden to leave the room, but since he had an announcement to make about the ball, he expected everyone the be in the room.

A cough left your mouth, before standing up and leaving the Great Hall too, following the two boys, knowing they were up to something. Dumbledore didn’t stop you surprisingly, so you ran a little bit faster and tears started to form. Unfortunately, with your blurry sight, you didn’t see Blaise coming from the corridor and so your face collided with his chest, sending you to the ground immediately as you heard him gasp.

‘Y/N!’ you heard him say as you felt him help you standing up, but before he could say anything else, you threw your arms around his middle and just cuddled him with your face buried in his chest.

‘Y/N,’ you heard him say surprised, but moments later he also took you in his arms, knowing he probably shouldn’t say anything.

Fifteen minutes later you two were sitting in the common room of Slytherin, right in front of the fireplace, the fire lighting up your faces.

‘I’m sorry about that, I’m such a girl,’ you said, chuckling lightly, realizing how stupid you must’ve looked. It was the first thing you’ve said since you two collided, Blaise being the one who comforted you all the time.

But secretly, it felt like it were Draco’s hands rubbing your back, Draco who spoke those sweet nothings and Draco who was there all the time.

‘It’s alright, you don’t have to apologize,’ he smiled while laying a hand on your knee.

‘Thank you,’ you murmured as you looked up to face him. It was scary how the dark boy resembled so much to Draco. Or it was just your crazy mind, telling you Draco was everywhere these last months.

‘So, why were you crying?’ Blaise asked while throwing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to make you feel safe.

You shivered, feeling a bit too safe in his arms.

‘It’s just… stupid,’ you started, ‘I was thinking about the Yule ball and I was afraid Draco would scare all those boys away who wanted to ask me out.’

You sniffed, realizing again how stupid you sounded this time. ‘I don’t know, it’s been a hell these past months, I’m starting to make up the craziest things’ you finished your previous sentence before looking up to Blaise’ face. There was some familiar spark in his eyes which you couldn’t place somewhere.

‘He would never do that,’ he said softly, ‘Draco told me he did not cheat on you.’

You gasped and scrabbled away from his arms. ‘What do you mean with Draco not cheating on me?’

‘You know how his parents think about muggles, right? They discovered your real blood status this summer, him wanting to visit you but his parents forbid that after they knew you were a muggle born. And so, his father made up a rumour that I cheated on you so you would break up with me.’

Blaise rambled on and on, making it look like he knew every detail about it as you just shook your head.

‘That’s ridiculous, who would do such a heartless thing? If I ever meet his father, I will- wait. Did you just say ‘I’ and ‘me’ in your last sentence?’ Your eyes grew wider as you jumped away from Blaise, looking at him suspiciously before you just saw his eye colour turn from brown to grey.

‘Bloody hell, Draco, it’s you!’ you yelled, gasping as Blaise his hair grew more and turned blonde, his face changing with some bubbles and his skin tone getting lighter with the second.

‘What the hell, Draco! Why would you do that?! Did you use Polyjuice Potion?’ you yelled as you talked to your ex-boyfriend after months. You couldn’t deny it, he looked kind of hot from this close, like he grew more mature over the past months.

Draco grimaced, ‘Blaise and I figured this was the only way you would talk to me. And that this was the only way you would finally listen to me and believe me.’

He stood up and grabbed your hands, pulling you close before laying his arms around your hips.

‘Y/N, please don’t leave me,’ he whispered as you looked up to his shiny, bright grey eyes, ‘I am so sorry about what happened this summer, please forget those stupid rumours. Why would I cheat when I already have the most generous and beautiful girl in the world in my arms?’

Your mouth was shaped in an ‘O’, before smiling like you haven’t done in months as you cupped his cheeks, finally feeling the softness of his skin again.

‘Damn it Draco, you always find the right words, don’t you?’ you said sincerely, before closing the gap between you two and having to kiss the boy you’ve always loved 

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Perfect (Part 3)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: the aftermath of the aftermath…. :)

Word Count: 2406

Warnings: angst

A/n: Sorry I haven’t uploaded anything new in a while, I’ve been super busy with my classes. But if you sent in a request I’m working on them right now!! 

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Months passed, and with each passing day you felt more and more content with yourself. You never saw Bucky around, which certainly helped you move on. Yet no matter where you went, no matter who you were with, you felt him. You felt as if he was still there sometimes, similar to the way amputee victims still feel their limbs. That’s exactly what Bucky was to you; a phantom limb.

Despite your efforts, you did occasionally see Bucky around the compound or Stark Tower. You simply pretended he wasn’t there, only exchanging a slight nod or brief hello. You never noticed the way Bucky would gaze after you, heartbreak and loss coloring his expression.

Tony kept you plenty busy in the lab, designing and creating new technology. He even set you up on dates with different engineers and agents he knew. However, no relationship ever lasted more than two weeks.

“(Y/n), why are you so problematic? I thought you liked Matt.” Tony glanced up from his work to look at you, an eyebrow raised. You rested your elbow on your desk, looking at him sideways.

“I don’t know.” You sighed. “Matt was fine. He was nice. There was just something missing. He didn’t understand me the way that-” you broke off, embarrassed. Tony set down his wrench.

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Hard to Find

Summary: True love is hard to find, but Jensen Ackles may have stumbled upon it at a bed & breakfast in a small, Kansas town.

Part Two: Whispers in Town
Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader
Word Count: 2475
Warnings: Half-naked, just out of the shower Jensen. 

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#23  “So much for not getting involved.”

Jimin tells him that it’s fine. He insists that it was unnecessary for Jungkook to worry. Jimin tells him that he can handle this all on his own, as if suddenly going into heat in the middle of campus was a regular occurrence. They should’ve seen it coming. Jimin has been neglecting his own health for quite some time now. Stress of college and teaching a dance class making it so he couldn’t think of much else. Especially of taking his suppressant pills. That’s how he ends up in one of the heat rooms their university provides. An unmated omega’s sanctuary if they have nowhere else to go. 

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Jungkook asks as he speed walks his way across to the student infirmary building. 

He hears Jimin sigh. “Yes. I’m fine. Jungkook, really. I’ll be alright. Please, don’t get involved in this. They said I can stay here for my heat, I’ll be home right after.” 

“I just want to know that you’ll be fine.” Jungkook frowns as his pace slows. “What if an alpha comes in and…” 

“These doors are bolted shut, Jungkookie. No alpha will get in here,” Jimin replies. His voice is getting breathier, his words slurring due to his fever. 

“…Can I at least just check up on you? Taehyung got to do it!” Jungkook whines like a child as he slides into the building. He heads to the front desk and stands a few steps away to finish his call. 

“Tae is an omega. Of course he gets to visit me, but…” Jimin trails off, taking a deep breath then letting it out before he speaks again. “You’re an alpha, Jungkook. I don’t think it’ll be a good idea…” 

“I won’t go into the room. Just let me see you.” 

When Jimin agrees, Jungkook ends the call and rushes to the front desk. He gets a visitor’s badge and is directed down the hallway towards the heat rooms. Usually unmated alphas are not permitted to pass through security unless they were with a potential omega mate. Jungkook and Jimin are not mates, they’ve never spoken about being anything beyond best friends, but Jungkook knows it’s just a matter of time before they do. They have to, they grew up together, they’ve remained together even as they grew out of their diapers. Jungkook was so sure Jimin was the person he would spend his whole life with. He has to be there for his omega’s heat. 

Once Jungkook reaches Jimin’s room, he stares at the steel door dumbly. He told himself that he was only there for a visit. He wants to make sure that Jimin has everything he needs for the next few days. However, the second he rings the bell and the little window in the door opens up to reveal Jimin’s flushed face and rumpled hair, he knows he’s not walking out of this building today. 

“J-Jungkookie…” Jimin’s so far gone in his heat that he doesn’t know what he’s saying anymore. It’s been three years since he’s taken suppressants for his heats. After so long, his body inevitably has to retaliate. 

“Jimin-hyung…” Jungkook gets impossibly close to the door, practically trying to phase right through it. “Are y-you alright?” 

Jimin’s fingers shake as they clutch onto the window frame, a bead of sweat slithering down his temple and Jungkook can only imagine what it smells like inside the room. Generally, Jimin didn’t have much of a scent, however Jungkook has dreams of how sweet his scent would be. And the second that they make eye contact through the glass, Jungkook whines like a lost pup and claws at the door. He has to get inside. He has to go in and help his omega through his heat. That’s what alphas do. That’s what mates do. He has to be with Jimin for this. 

“J-Jungkook…” Jimin mewls his name again as he fumbles with the locks on the door. 

Jungkook is impatient, shifting his weight from one foot to the other as he waits for all the bolts to be taken off. The moment that the door swings open, Jungkook’s worlds tips and whirls, then he’s falling. Thankfully Jimin was there to catch him. 

“So much for not getting involved…” 


#45  “I think I made a mistake.”

No regrets, that’s what he told himself when Jimin lets him into his heat room. No regrets, no second thoughts. He was certain about Jimin. He’s longed for this moment for years, hoping, wishing that Jimin would talk to him about it. However, there was never a good time. There was always something or other to get in the way of them having a real discussion about their relationship. It made sense that they would end up together. That’s what everyone expects of them, and although Jungkook couldn’t give a rat’s ass about what other people expected, he loves Jimin. He would’ve chased Jimin to the ends of the earth regardless of what people thought. So, why was it so silent? Why was Jimin not talking to him? 

The silence weighs on Jungkook’s chest, and he’s left to stare up at the ceiling in numbness. He feels as if he can’t breathe, and the tears stinging his eyes are too much to bear. He’s done something wrong. He’s sure of it. He’s scared that Jimin is having second thoughts about this, about him, and about them. He’s frightened to death that after his heat ends…Jimin won’t want him anymore. 

“I think I made a mistake,” Jimin’s gentle voice cuts through the air, and Jungkook flinches away. 

“You think this is a mistake?” Jungkook asks, his tone laced with heavy emotion. 

“What?” Jimin turns back to him with wide startled eyes. “No! No! Jungkookie, no of course not!” Jimin quickly reassures, crawling towards the alpha in a rush. He collides with his bare chest, his arms going around Jungkook’s shoulders to hug him tight. “That’s not what I meant. I’m grateful that you’re here. I really am. I just…It was a mistake for me not to talk to you about this first. I hadn’t wanted for it to happen like this…” he shakes his head gently. 

Jungkook shifts and gathers Jimin tighter into his arms. They’re sticky and hot and wet in odd places, but the hug is perfect. 

“We can talk another time.” 


So…er…guys if you haven’t already noticed…im ABO trash… no actually im not trash. im going to embrace that shit. I just have a very passionate love for ABO aus. 

Also, i’m sorry if this isn’t so well written out!!! I’ve been feeling slightly off today but I loved this idea and wanted to write it anyway!!

Hope you liked it, nony!!! 

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Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

MEMBER: JUNGKOOK

GENRE: [CEO] AU

SUMMARY: Jungkook is a mysterious child, you always wanted to know more and finally you did.

I had always known that there was always something strange about this boy, it wasn’t that he came from a rich family and was now the head of his company, in fact that was completely normal that he came from a rich family and owned a company because so did I. I just always kind of wanted to know what was going on in that head of his, he was mysterious and I didn’t know whether that was a good or bad thing.

Our parents were close and had tried to set him and I up before but failed, probably because we were 16. Now I was 20 and older, I mean not much had changed, Taehyung was still my best friend, despite being two years older. The biggest change was that the CEO spot was passed down to me, instead of my brother. My dad always wanted him to build his own company, hence why I was given it.

Taehyung had tried to investigate and find more about Jungkook, but there was nothing to find, he was either completely empty or full of secrets and I didn’t know which one of them he would be. As we got older and older I noticed that Jungkook smiled more and more, he never used to smile. I couldn’t help but think he had the cutest smile in the world, but I didn’t want to get dragged into the black hole, that was him.

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Broken Promises (Arno Dorian)

“Arno, Please.” I tried to make him meet my gaze with his soft brown eyes, but he couldn’t do it, which made me more worried that I already was at the moment. Arno paced around my bedroom, grabbing my attire from my armoire and tossing it into a big oak chest.He didn’t speak one word to me, he just carried on with packing my things. I stood near my bed just watching him work. Occasionally he would look at me but not me eyes.

“Arno, it doesn’t have to be this way. We can both leave Paris, just cone with me Mon ami.” I tried to talk to him and this time I had gotten a response the man.

“(Y/N), I am doing thus for the both of us and mostly to keep you safe. I can’t go with you, because the Templars will just follow me and get you. I won’t let that happen.” He finally met my face and I now wish he hadn’t. His soft brown eyes were no longer soft, but rough and cold just like his words moments ago. He stood near my bed and just stared at me before going moving on to my vanity and putting its contents in the chest.

“I’m nothing but a mere innocent woman, what would the Templars want with me?” I sounded like I was going to yell at him, but I was doing my best to hold back my tears.

“Me! They want to hurt me by hurting you and I overheard their plans. They plan to take your life!” He shouted, slamming the chest closed on the coffee table. He looked at me with anger, sadness, and guilt. “They want to take your life and I refuse to let that happen, so I’m sending you away to somewhere they won’t find you and even where I can’t find you,” his voice came down to a whisper, “With your stubbornness, you are making it harder to get you out of the city quickly and discretely as possible.”

I was silenced by his words and I couldn’t bear the fact that I was being hunted for fun in the game of the Assassins and the Templars played. Arno’s face softened when I took a seat on the edge of my mattress. He came near me and grabbed my small hands in his large ones. I couldn’t bring myself to bring my (E/C) eyes to his brown ones without feeling ashamed of my actions.

“Mon ami, don’t cry. Please stay strong for me, for the both of us.” He cupped my cheeks and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears I didn’t know I had on my cheeks. “Everything is going to be alright, I promise you. I’m going to stay in Paris and find the Templars part of the plan and end their lives before they end yours. Gerald will take you to the destination he has planned, okay?” Arno’s words were soft and gentle as he tilted my head up to make my eyes meet his gaze.

“Arno, you’ll get hurt or worse. I might never see you again, because of your foolish antics. Arno, I couldn’t go on living if I knew you were to never be at my side ever again,” My words just oozed out of my mouth, “Arno, I love you, forever and always.” A small smile appeared on his face and he leaned in and kissed me as gentle as possible with just as much passion as we would have in a love crazed kiss.

“I love you too. I promise I won’t get hurt and I’ll keep my foolish antics to a minimum,” He smiled at me then pulled my off my bed, “Come on, Gerald must be already waiting on us outside.”

I followed Arno down the stairs of my home and outside to a carriage that was waiting for me with Gerald leaning against it. He gave me a sad smile and opened up the carriage door for me. He helped me inside while Arno put my chest of belongings inside the carriage beside me. Just when Gerald was about to close the door, I told him to wait.

“Arno, can you promise me two more things before I go?” my voice sounded desperate, but at the moment I didn’t care, I just wanted to make sure Arno did two things for me, “Promise me you’ll come and find me in the next one to two years or so, try not to take long, you know how I get restless,” He chuckled at my words, “also, promise me you’ll wait for me as long as I will wait for you.” Arno smiled and grabbed my hands.

“I promise to come and find you when this is all over and I will wait for you as long as you will wait for me.” With that he kissed me one last time and stepped out of the carriage and shut the door behind him. The carriage began to move farther away from Arno’s position on the streets of Paris.  I watched with tears in my eyes as he became one with the city of Paris.

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Children ran around the small village, chasing one another with smiles on their youthful faces and not a care in the world. The bottom of the girl’s dresses were picking up mud as their bare feet splashed in the  as they ran from the boys who chased them; their pursuit for the beautiful girls seemed endless as they came close to them but never touching throughout their little game. Their cheerfulness mocked me for the last four years ans I waited for Arno to find me and bring me back to Paris.

The last four years were tolerable, but I don’t know how much longer I can continue on like this. Gerald told me he would keep me updated in his letters, but after the first eight months, I stopped receiving his letters. I became very worried for Arno, that he had broken his promise to not get hurt, but I could not travel to Paris into the unknown. Gerald had paid a young man to to protect me; his name was Geoffrey Jovet. My hope for Arno to come back for me was dwindling away and during that time mine and Geoffrey’s relationship had advanced and I felt whole again, but I knew I was still not satisfied and only felt emptier.

Geoffrey had given me everything he had; his noble fortunes and all his love and affection. My love for him was real, but I knew it was not strong enough to return the sweet nothings he would whisper in my ear or to match his loving gaze that shown through his blue, clouded eyes and tell him I loved him. My heart still yearned for only one man and that man was Arno.

“Oh, (Y/N), would you like to play with us? you look deathly bored just sitting on that bail of hay.” One of the girls stopped and asked me as I gave her a gentle smile, “Oh dear no thank you, you carry on with your friends. I don’t wish to get my evening dress all muddy, which reminds me, try not to dirty your dress any more than it already is.” My words were said and the girl carried on with the game.

A pair of arms snaked around my waist as I sat up straighter. The smell of the outdoors and flowers filled my nose as my eyes closed. I leaned back into the persons embrace, knowing it was Geoffrey by his scent.

“Ma beauté, how are you this evening?” His voice was gentle, sweet, and everything it should be.

“Fine,” a sigh escaped my lips, “and you?” He paused for moment before responding.

“Me too. But may I say, you don’t sound true when you tell me you are fine. What is on your mind?” He saw through me, but I didn’t know how to break it to him that I couldn’t love him as much as I wanted to.

“Geoffrey, dear, I must say something that have been on my mind since we’ve met,” my eyes couldn’t make it to his loving gaze, “I-I can’t love you.” My words cut him deep as he stood in silence, my shame-filled (E/C) eyes finally meeting his dull blue ones.

“Amour, why do you speak such words?” His voice was broken and it had broken my little heart. “My, you must be serious. Are you?” He didn’t seem himself after I had spoken those words.

“Geoffrey, I’m sorry. I can’t love you, because another man claimed my heart and hasn’t given it back to me yet,” my mind drifted to Arno. “I was selfish to abuse your love and fool you. I never mean’t for this to happen. I am truly sorry.” Tears left my eyes as Geoffrey responded in silence.

“(Y/N), I forgive you, I knew that you were troubled, but I never bothered, because I thought I would never get this chance to be with the world’s beautiful woman,” his words sincere, “ I will be broken, but okay. Thank you for at least telling my the truth.” A small smile graced his lips and pulled me into a hug. My arms wrapped around his waist as he buried his face in my hair.

“(Y/N)!”

That voice stopped me dead in my tracks. It sent a cold shiver up and down my spine. My arms had fallen from Geoffrey and I slowly turned around and my heart had shattered.

Arno stood a few feet away. His assassin robes were different, they had fitted the profile of a master assassin. His beautiful facial features had aged and became more defined. His deep brown eyes looked broken and depressed as he must have seen me in the arms of Geoffrey.

“Oh, Arno!” My legs started running towards him and my arms opened to take him in my embrace. My body collided with his and I buried my face into his chest. Arno didn’t move for some moments until I felt his arms hug me closer to his body and slightly swayed in our position. Tears formed in my eyes and a sob escaped my lips. I pulled away from Arno and looked into his eyes. I quickly brought my lips to his and suddenly I felt whole again.

“(Y/N), my god, you’re just as beautiful as the years before.” His voice was gentle, but his words stirred up an unknown anger that I have had built up.

“Arno, where were you? You promised me that you would come find me in a year or so. It took you four years to find me?” My voice raised a bit and I stepped away from him, leaving his body cold without my touch. “You left me in the dark for two more years! I was worried you weren’t ever coming for me!”

“(Y/N), I had some delays but I manged to get the job done. Besides, you promised me you’ll wait for me as long as I waited for you.” His tone changed and he was no longer cheerful. His gazed drifted to Geoffrey in the back of me, and a wave of shame washed over me.

“Arno, I-I,” I was at a loss for words, not knowing how to explain my unfaithfulness to him, “You broke your promise.”

“So did you.”

In that moment, it felt like the whole world went silent; only mine and Arno’s breathing could be heard. His gaze was rough and shame filling while mine must have been seen as hurt. The slight breeze blew my hair and Arno’s robes.

“I still love you all the same, I couldn’t tell that man I loved him, because you took all my love from me when I left. My heart belongs to you, Arno.” I took a slight step towards him, but he did nothing.

“And I still love you all the same; those extra two years were to make sure no threats were to arise against you ,” He took a step forward, “(Y/N), we both have broken our promises, but I think I would like to work through them with you, if you don’t mind.” His gaze softened . He looked down at me with a worried look in his eyes as if I would say no to his simple request.

I answered him with my lips gently gracing his and my arms secured my answer when I pulled him closer to me. “Arno, I couldn’t agree more. For you ma amour, I will do anything to keep you. We can fix this, I promise.”

The journey back to Paris was long, but bearable as it was graced with a beautiful silence. I spent the carriage ride in Arno’s arms where I belonged.

***** I finished the imagine!!!! I hope you guys liked it. I am doing my best to keep going on these, but I am at a loss at who I should try to write next. I am currently playing syndicate and I know Jacob and Evie Frye along with a little of Henry Green. Tell me who you think I should do next!:)*****

Stubborn Love: Part 2 (Steve x Bucky x Reader)

Plot: What happens when fall in love with two different people, for different reasons, but they just so happen to be each other’s best friend?
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Words: 934
Warnings: None

Part 1

Originally posted by chrisnolanfilms

Sure enough, the next day, Steve texts you and asks you out for coffee. You meet him at a local shop down the street from your office and take the time to get to know each other. It’s a quiet atmosphere, but is definitely nice and a good place to talk.

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