told you that im leaving

I’ll Be Seeing You, a far too long Collins Imagine

Summary: A nurse survives a the sinking of one of the destroyers and is picked up by the crew of the Moonstone. Collins x reader.

A/N: It’s quite intense in places so if you're looking for pure fluff you better keep scrolling! George also features quite heavily in this fic, just to warn y’all.

“I think they’re dead Dad.” The voice seemed to drift towards you as if it were borne on the wind. You were aware of a soothing rocking motion, someone speaking and little else.

“Here, give me tha’ rope.” Another person, Scottish by their accent, spoke. You didn’t really care, you were so dazed.

There was a bump and a shake as wood struck wood and you finally opened your eyes. There was endless blue above you crowned by a golden sun, it was beautiful. Your vision was bleary so you couldn’t make out much else, but there was a dark green blob next to you and a much larger white and brown one on your other side.

“The lass is awake.” The Scot called. It slowly dawned on you that you were the lass he spoke of. “Here, be careful. Take my hand.” He continued more quietly. You looked in the direction of the voice, it had come from a blond man in blue who was leaning over a railing on the small white boat.

You sat up, becoming suddenly, uncomfortably aware that you were on the sea, floating on the top of a chunk of wooden table, and you were not alone. The green blob was, or rather had been, a man, a soldier, a boy. His lips were blue, his face pale and lifeless. One hand went to your mouth to stifle a cry and the other you used to push yourself up. This was a bad move. The wood beneath you shifted and instantly you were falling. The water was cold but you barely noticed: memories were flooding back, of the ship, the explosion, the screams of men into the blackness of night. Sights like that would take the fight out of even the bravest, and this had only been your first deployment. Would it be so bad to let go and sink down to the watery depths of the channel like all those others?

Choice was removed from you as a hand wrapped round your wrist and pulled you up. Your head broke through the water and you gasped for air.

“Come on.” The warm voice came again, and you did, clawing your way up the ladder on the side of the little vessel. It was hard work, your muscles were achy and tired and you were weighed down with a nurse’s uniform of a blouse, heavy wool skirt and a cotton apron.

You pulled yourself onto the deck of the boat, still breathing heavily and lay there.

“Is there any use getting the man?” The first voice asked. The other sighed in response.

“Hypothermia got him, Peter.” A third voice joined the conversation, he sounded Cornish or thereabouts, and something told you he was older than the other two.

“Best leave ‘im there lad.” said the Scottish man, he was the closest to you, and it was him who helped, or rather pulled you to your feet.

“Son, get her a blanket.” The older man from the cabin commanded.

“Let me take that.” The Scot said, taking the lapels of the soldier’s jacket you only now remembered you were wearing. It was sodden and salt-stained but it still felt wrong to remove it. You shook your head and wrapped it tighter around you.

You began to shake then, your body rocking with a wave of sobs as hot, angry tears filled your eyes.

“He’s dead. He’s dead. He shouldn’t,” you involuntarily inhaled, “he-he shouldn’t be dead.” You squeezed out between sobs. A blanket was placed on your shoulders and the blond man in front of you pulled it closer about you. “It’s my fault.” You wailed.

“Shhh, now.” The man in blue replied as his arms surrounded you, pulling you into his chest. You let him hold you but continued:

“The-the man, he g-gave me his jacket.” You spluttered. “If he’d kept it he’d be alive.”

“Don’ think like tha’. You can’t possibly know what might have happened.” he was speaking softly and gently rubbing circles on your back.

“I should have stayed in England. I should have stayed at home.” a fresh wave of tears fell from your eyes at the thought of the home you left.

“You’ll be home soon,” the Scot cooed “You’ll be home soon.” That made you feel a bit better. “When you get home, what’s the first thing you’ll do?” It was obvious what he was doing, he was trying to distract you from the terrible situation you were in, and it worked. You sniffled but were able to speak with surprising normalcy.

“I’ll go to back to my father’s bakery, Y/L/N and Sons in St Albans. I’ll bake the cakes like I always used to, with the radio on loud, up to my elbows in flour.” a small smile threatened to break out across your face at the thought of that.

There was silence for some time, punctuated with the occasional call of a seagull or bluster of wind. All the while the man held you; and it was only when your breaths had slowed to normal, that he pulled away to hold you at arm’s length to survey your face. You returned the favour and took in a pointed nose, a friendly smile and intense blue eyes that, under different circumstances, would have left you weak at the knees.

“I’m Jack, Jack Collins.” He said, softly.

“I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N.” The two of you shook hands. “Would you like some tea?”

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Hands wrapped around a steaming cup of Earl Grey and safely cloistered in the cabin below deck, you felt a great deal better. You were still damp and every so often you would hiccup but for the most part you were yourself again and were back to asking questions:

“So where’s your plane?” you asked, from behind a curtain of steam rising from your tea. Your companion chuckled lightly.

“In the drink, I’m afraid.” Jack answered. “So, where’s your surgery?” the pilot countered, his eyes darting to your apron, where the red cross that singled you out as a nurse was printed. No doubt he had intended it to be light hearted, but you were not quite ready to think about last night. You took a sip of tea and braced yourself.

HMS Wakeful was torpedoed off the coast of Dunkirk.” you deadpanned with glazed eyes. Jack appeared apologetic, and you forgave him instantly, but you couldn’t help but tear up slightly.

“Excuse me, Miss.” Came a voice at the door, it was a boy, with neat blond hair and high cheekbones.

“Yes, um, Peter is it?” You replied. The boy nodded.

“My friend George, he-” a flash of anger passed over his face. “He fell down the stairs and hit his head, could you have a look at him, please?”

“Give ‘er a minute for christ’s sake!” Jack interjected, with a surprising amount of concern in his tone.

“No, Mr Collins, it’s quite alright.” You gathered yourself and followed Peter to where the patient had been placed.

You knelt by the dark haired boy and inspected him.

“Can you hear me, George?” You asked, marking the blood on the makeshift pillow beneath his head.

There was a second of silence then “Yes.” he answered.

“Can you see me?”

“No…No.” Worry crept into his voice. You took one of the boy’s hands in yours and gave a gentle squeeze. You bent your head close to that of the boy’s and peered into his left eye, then took a measure of his heart rate with a finger pressed on the inside of his wrist.

“You’ll be alright, George. I’m a nurse, I know what I’m doing.” you stood, took off the blanket and the dead boy’s jacket, and tied up your still damp hair.

“George, I need to get you to a bed, can you walk do you think?” You asked, motioning for Jack to help him up. The pilot had been looking at you but quickly bent to his task.

The boy was badly injured. He clearly had a terrible concussion which had triggered his brain to swell, it was pressing up on the inside of his skull, preventing proper function of his ocular nerve. His brain would only continue to increase in size unless something could be done. He needed to be put on a ventilator and be dehydrated if he was to survive, but you were at sea. How could he be put on a ventilator if you were miles from a hospital? And even a fully stocked medical kit was unlikely to hold a strong enough diuretic to help him, so what could be done?

“Peter,” you took the young man’s arm and led him out of earshot of the dark haired boy. “Your friend has a concussion, a bad one. His brain is swelling. I can’t lie to you, he is in a bad way, but there is still hope. I need you to find a diuretic.” The poor boy looked absolutely terrified and clearly had no idea where a diuretic would be found. “Caffeine pills perhaps?” You prompted.

“I’ll ask my Dad.” He nodded, turned and dashed up the stairs.

Following George and Jack to the cabin, where the boy was lying, you explained: “I need you to induce hyperventilation, it’s a big word, I know.” you tried to inject some levity to the situation, you heard Collins utter a quiet “ha”, but paid no mind to it. “You have to breathe quickly and shallowly, George.” The blind boy nodded and sucked in a breath.

“Aye, like tha’, George.” Collins encouraged, his gaze fixed on you.

Your next task was to pile blankets on top of the patient, with the hope of causing him to sweat. Collins helped you find as many as possible and when you were done, only George’s head protruded from a heap of blankets.

Tired, you sank to the floor and crossed your legs beneath you. You glanced up at Jack then and were surprised to find him already looking back at you.

“What are you looking at?” you questioned, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

“Just you.” your lips parted and your eyes widened. The pilot was smirking down at you.


“Miss Y/L/N.” you jumped and your head spun so fast you cricked your neck.

“Um, yes Peter?” you asked while rubbing your neck. You heard Collin’s chuckle and rolled your eyes.

“Here: caffeine pills.” the young man explained, holding out a battered pack of tablets. You rose, took the pills and went to George’s bedside.

“George, you’re going to have to take these dry, we can’t give you any water.”

“I-I don’t think I can.”

“I know,” you studied the boy’s face, noting the lines of stress in his forehead. “But you have to try.”

The packet said the maximum dose was two tablets; you disregarded this, popping out three and placing them in George’s hand one at a time. It was clearly not easy for the lad, but after many attempts and a few fits of coughing he got the first pill down, then the second, then the third.

“Well done George. I’ll be back in half an hour with two more.” You were worried about the boy, but impressed, he’d remained calm throughout a very stressful series of events; but, you remembered, his treatment was far from over.

You did as you had said, administering the remaining caffeine tablets, whilst trying not to blush whenever you caught sight of the blond pilot. His strong Scottish accent and dimpled boyish grin certainly didn’t help in this regard.

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The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze, you were exhausted, but kept to your task of looking after George. Later there was the small matter of a Heinkel bomber and leaking oil from a sinking ship, but you knew that it was not your place to be scared anymore, god knows, you’d come back from the brink once today already. You stayed with George whilst Peter and Jack pulled petrol-covered men from the water. It was just as the first of the rescued men were thumping down the stairs that George spoke up after a long period of silence:

“Y/N, I think-I think I can see something.” he breathed.

“What can you see?” you asked hurriedly.

“Just light.” you held your hand above his open eyes, displaying two fingers. “Wait, I think there’s something there…Is it a hand?” you let out an unashamed whoop of joy and rushed from the cabin, through the press of sodden soldiers.

“Hey! Jack, Peter, Mr Dawson!” you called from behind a gaggle of men. Peter was the first to reach you, his eyes wide with worry. He quickly calmed when he saw your smile.

“What is it?”

“It’s George, he’s started to see again. It’s a really good sign. The pressure seems to have gone down somewhat, allowing him to see again.” you rushed. “He’s out of the woods, Peter!” the young man let out a relieved bark of a laugh, hugged you and dashed down to the cabin.

“So the lad’ll live then?” came Jack’s familiar voice. You nodded keenly. “He’s alive because of you. You saved him, Y/N.” his voice was deeper, huskier with seriousness. Your grin faded then, as you looked at the pilot. Again you nodded, understanding what he was really doing: Jack Collins was absolving you of the death of the soldier, and it meant so much to you.

Up on deck it was very cold as the west wind was blowing with great force. The gusts cut through your thin blouse and the apron, making you shiver. You refused to let the cold affect you and instead pushed your way to the prow of the little vessel. It had been turned about and now pressed for home.

“Here.” Jack had followed you over to the railing and was placing his blue RAF jacket around your shoulders.

“Are you sure?” you asked, though in truth it was just a courtesy, he knew you were cold and you knew he wanted you protected.

“Aye.” Jack smiled.

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It was dark when the boat finally docked. There were hundreds and hundreds of other little ships all along the quayside and out of each of them the boys were pouring. After the Moonstone’s cargo of soldiers had disembarked, you sent Peter to find an ambulance and prepared George to be moved to a hospital. You did this by writing a quick note of what had caused his injury, the medication you had given him and the timings of all of this, then changing over to a fresh bandage for his head. George was transferred to a stretcher and put in the back of an ambulance, Mr Dawson sent Peter with him. Jack was with you as you waved goodbye to the pair.

“I suppose it’s goodbye then.” The man said as the vehicle rounded a corner and the sirens became quieter and quieter.

“Yes, it is.” As much as you wanted to stay, you knew you had to return to your home base in Portsmouth. You said a short goodbye to Mr Dawson and followed the floods of men to what you presumed was a train station.

The streets were crowded and you were jostled by the men all around you, you understood why, they were all desperate to get inside a warm train, so you didn’t begrudge it, but Jack did. Mr Collins quickly took you by the arm and used his taller frame to cut through the throng much more effectively. The third train you walked past had the sign “WEST-Portsmouth, Dorset” illuminated. You patted him on the shoulder and pointed to the train you knew you had to get on.  Jack stopped and turned to face you.

“I never got round to asking you,” you piped up, “what will you do now you’re back?”

“Probably go tae the pub, me an’ Farriers always did after a mission.” you were surprised to note some sadness in his face, he certainly wasn’t smiling. “It’d be a shame to break the tradition.”

“Yes, yes it would.” you nodded. “What about when the war’s over, what will you do then?” you asked with a lighter tone.

“Oh,” he smiled sheepishly, “Ah dinnae ken.” (I don’t know.) The Scottish phrase made you smile; it was close to the English so you understood.

The pair of you lapsed back into a tense silence then, as you tried not to glance too long at his eyes or worse, his lips.

“Un tuh-r oo ghawnh pawk?” Jack asked, popping the quiet bubble you’d been trapped in. You could make out that the Gaelic was a question from the tone but besides that you had no idea. He inched almost imperceptibly closer.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what that means.” he was looking intently down at you, lips parted. You noticed his gaze flick down to your mouth, then back to your eyes. You hadn’t realised just how blue his eyes were until that moment. Your breath hitched.

“Oh, I think you do.” he whispered, only just audibly, his face so close you could feel his warm breath on your cheek. You were petrified and exhilarated all at once. Thoughts flew through your mind faster than a Spitfire, then you stopped thinking at all.

He was kissing you. You were kissing him. One of his hands was on the small of your back, you could feel the heat of it seeping into you, the other rested on one of your cheeks. His lips were very soft you noticed. There were soldiers all around you, some were laughing, you didn’t care in the slightest: they weren’t real, only he was.

The kiss stayed simple and gentle. It ended far earlier than you wanted it to though, but then, you could have quite happily kissed Jack Collins for eternity.

Jack reached up to slide a lock of hair behind your ear.

“You have very pretty eyes, you know, Y/N.” he intoned.

“Come find me, after the war.” you asked, unable to keep a pleading tone out of your voice.

“I will.” Jack said. Neither of you knew when the war would end, nor even if it would, but you could sense that his promise was solemn, so you allowed yourself to be put on the train. He stayed on the platform and waved you off, neither of you smiled. Before long the train had gathered speed and you were flying through the English countryside. You were home.

Originally posted by tilldeathdousart

The war had ended two weeks ago and it seemed as though the whole world was rejoicing. The sun was casting god rays through the glass windows of your father’s shop front, the people all but skipped by in the street and the wireless was belting out Billie Holiday. Everything felt right, almost everything, that is. You sighed and set back to your work, picking up a piping bag full of pink icing and going back to work on the cake on the worktop in front of you.

You hummed along to the song, “I’ll be seeing you”, as you worked and only looked up when the bell rang, signalling that a customer had entered the shop.

“Just a moment.” you called, wiping the icing off your hands with your baker’s apron.

You turned and gasped. It was Jack. The clothes had changed, now he was dressed in a smart black suit, a well-fitting shirt and a blue tie, but the smile was the same, dimpled and warm. You dashed over and threw your arms about him.

“You found me.” you breathed into his chest, finally content.

Road Trip! (headcanons)

A/N: Since I’m on a road trip rn, here’s some hc’s for the entire crew (x reader) before my connection gets shitty


Edited version btw 

so i hope you enjoy this better

or enjoy in general if you’ve never seen it before this


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So at least on my dash, nobody ever drags the xxTPs, so I'mma do it really fast bc y'all really piss me off from time to time.

Like would it kill you to NOT critique rules from time to time trying to find all the damn loopholes? Like pls can u not. LIKE SURPRISINGLY JUST BC SOMETHING DOESN’T MAKE SENSE TO YOU DOESN’T MEAN IT’S NOT SENSIBLE IN THE LONG RUN?? Like is it so hard to realize that if you take into account EVERY SINGLE tiny ass thing you guys pick out, nothing would ever get done???

Rules, laws, procedures, etc, they’re there to make things easier. And like?? Honestly fuck you, ExTPs? Stop blatantly doing the loophole thing that the rules don’t cover just because you can. Y'all are so damn full of acting like a dick while not coming up with PROPER SOLUTIONS. And you, IxTPs? Just stop. You may not outwardly defy the untold laws, but you still don’t come up with solutions like the shut in you are.

Keep to your own crap and leave laws alone.

When ya mom say some transphobic as fuck stuff

i work at banera pread so you can kinda picture the stuck up, oh-i-paid-ten-dollars-for-a-salad-i-can-treat-you-however-i-want types. keep in mind im only 18 years old, i havent even graduated high school yet. the other day a man came in a few minutes after we closed so i hadnt had time to lock the doors yet. he walks in and i tell him “hey we’re closed! we’re open until 9 for these days and until 10 on these days.” he just keeps walking towards me asking “i cant even buy a drink i just need a soda” and im like dude ???? its 9:05 and i have shit to do. i say “look im sorry, but i cant sell you anything none of the registers are open and besides we’re closed” and he just starts yelling at me leaning over the counter to get in my face about how all he wants is a drink why cant i give him a fucking drink. thankfully one of my coworkers closing line got my manager and my manager RAN out and told him “if you dont leave immediately im calling the cops.” so the guy left and knocked shit over because of course thats what assholes do. im an abuse survivor so when stuff like that happens my managers know to give me a minute to myself so i pulled myself together and finished closing went home and by the way im quitting by the end of the month.

tldr; a man came in after closing and verbally abused me in front of my coworkers when i wouldnt sell him anything. my managers are understanding but im quitting soon bye!!

“Your only 16, you’re a child” - mother


At 10-12ish i was ..violated by a close family member because you(mom) were too drunk and high to realize.

At 13 i attempt suicide and was admitted to a mental hospital because your miserable life and broken marriage took priority.

At 13 i told you “im suicidal. don’t leave me alone.” but you ran outside to spy on dad. & i screamed and kicked on my bedroom floor because i wanted a noose around my neck. 

At 13ish i cut very badly and went for a ER visit(luckily didn’t admit me)

At 14 i attempt suicide again and was admitted to a mental hospital. You didn’t know i wasn’t eating. 

At 14 i suddenly stopped a lot of my medication & you didn’t care. 

At 14ish i helped you walk down the sidewalk home after a night of hard drinking. 

At 14ish you were giving me a brief driving lesson, but you were drinking in the passenger seat the whole time - i even drove home because you were wobbling in the seat. 

At 14ish i had to fight you off my sisters throat. 

At 15 i helped you to the bathroom, helped you get dressed, cleaned up the slobber all over you & put you to bed. 

At 15 i still struggled with cutting, but you were to busy in the bottle.

At 15 you locked yourself drunk in the bathroom for hours, i looked under the door i saw a gun & i beat my head against the wall until you let me in to take the gun away you screamed “i wont ever speak to you, you won’t be my daughter if you call 911″ 

At 15 i scraped the bottle of pills out of your drunken mouth as you downed them in front of me. 

At 16 i learned that you grow up fast when you have to be a parent to your own parent, and its hard to respect someone who puts you down constantly and throws dramatic rage fits in a drunken state that makes you want to die. 

Pacify Her by Melanie Martinez imagine: Leafy X Reader.

{A/N} Decided to make another one since the first one had good notes. Honestly let me know what else i should do or give me request. 


Tired, blue boy walks my way Holding a girl’s hand That basic bitch leaves finally Now I can take her man

“Whats the plan for to day leaf man?” Laying your head on his lap while he pays attention to the lit up screen, you question what the day will bring. “Well she’s coming over in ten dude so idk.” Pushing your head away Calvin gets up trying to clean the mess of clothes that were led by you. You and Calvin had “special” relationship. You both cared deeply for each other but one problem was in the way of you guys becoming a couple. A knock at the door echoed and quickly you rushed to put on decent cloths instead of Cal’s shirt. “Hey baby you’re here early?” Leafy greeted his girlfriend as she walked in. “Well i just wanted to surprise you by coming over but i guess someone beat me to the punch huh?” His eyes following the trail she lead with her and saw your shoes. “well she needed help with a couple things so i decided to lend a hand” Calvin replied a little nervously, you walked out of the bathroom bring the tension thicker in the room. “Oh [Y/N] didn’t know you won the gold medal of visiting other girls boyfriends first.” His girlfriend replied thinking it hurt you. “Well i didn’t try out for the olympics for nothing” You remarked with a smirk.

Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

“Dude she arrived when I was there. I rushed out the door after changing, he had to hide my clothes in the shower.” You laughed into the phone call with [Y/BFF/N] on the other side giggling. “I honestly think you need to let him go [Y/N]. he has a girlfriend, maybe he wants to be happy with her. Haven’t you ever heard stay away from things that are not your yours?” [Y/BFF/N] explained, you can tell she was tired of telling you the same thing. “Don’t you think I’ve tried getting away from him? Its like he has a damn spell on me honestly, he can fucking snap his fingers and within a minute I dance like I’m his little slave.No one understands how he really feels towards me. she doesn’t get that he wants to leave her. I’m here come outside” Hanging up the phone you couldn’t take explaining the love triangle you were in.

Pacify her She’s getting on my nerves You don’t love her Stop lying with those words Pacify her She’s getting on my nerves You don’t love her Stop lying with those words

“Okay ill send you a pic of where i am…. Ive told you I’m at home… Yes she’s here…. Im not telling her to leave babe, i love you okay calm down, see you later.” You over hear the conversation he had with her. “Why do you lie to her?” Finally tired of being pushed back you ask in a slightly angered way. “what are you talking about? I don’t lie to her, don’t ever fucking say I lie to her.” The way he replied pissed you off and made the blood in you boil. “Excuse me? If its not lying then what the hell is it Calvin? I’m sick and fucking tired of hearing the same shit.” Enraged you shouted at Leafy, you feel a lump in your throat. Slamming his fist on the table he shouts “Maybe its not her I’m trying to get rid of. Have you ever fucking thought maybe you’re the one i try to get rid of?” Feeling heated, you decided it was time to let the fire explode. “Oh really? You want to get rid of me? Show mw your phone and tell me who you call at 3 in the morning because you need calming? Who do you call after you get into fights with her? WHO THE FUCK DO YOU CALL WHEN YOU NEED LATE NIGHT FUCKS? WASN’T IT YOU WHO SAID YOU LIKED WHEN I SCREAM YOUR NAME WHILE WE HAVE SEX? WAS I NOT THE GIRL YOU CALLED LA- Calvin pushed him self against you and shared a passionate kiss. Melting into the kiss, you wrap arms around his neck. Deepening the kiss, you feel his tongue trace your bottom lip begging for entrance. His hands travel to your thighs indicated for you to jump. *RING-RING* “Hello?… I was dishes I can’t send the picture with a wet hand and ruin my phone… I told you already I’m at home.” Another perfect moment ruined.

I can’t stand her whining Where’s her binky now? And loving her seems tiring So boy, just love me, down, down, down

“OH MY GOD YOU HIT 5MILLION?!” Excitement in your voice indicated you were so proud of what he became. “Yeah bro I’m so fucking stoke! We’re going out to dinner then to the club for celebration. Id like to see you there [Y/N]?” On the other line you can tell he was desperate to see you. knowing she’d be there you thought twice on what to wear. “ Uh… Sure ill go cal, just to support you.” Looking in your closet you noticed you had nothing but Leafy’s shirts. You had more of his clothes then she knew about. You decided to pick up [Y/BFF/N] in case you felt lonely. You arrived at the restaurant, not feeling so excited to meet her again. “Hey [Y/N] you made it!!” Calvin running towards you, he made it seem like you haven’t seen each other in so long, just the other night you stay over taking care of hm because of the fight they had. “Way to act like you’ve never seen me in so long” You whispered into his ear, “I have to she was complaining all the time about how I spend time with you more.” Walking over you you whispered “Tell her to suck it up.”

Someone told me stay away from things that aren’t yours But was he yours, if he wanted me so bad?

Feeling heat on you are thigh you wake up to the sun burning through the curtains. “Fuck” you murmured to the pillow. Raging headache was zooming into your system, you felt a body mass next to you, knowing who it was decided to leave early. Slipping into your pants from last night, your shirt was lost, you did what was second nature to you. You grabbed Leafy’s shirt, oh god how you fell in love with his scent. The mix of his cologne, with your perfume, and the faint smell of cigarettes almost sent you in a trance. slipping your shoes you dashed off to your car. At the first light from his house you peeped your rear view mirror to discovered she pulled in minutes after you did. “Stupid girl, if he was really yours, he wouldn’t be calling me late night” You huffed to yourself, thinking when can all this be over with

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anonymous asked:

members reaction if someone tried to psychically hurt and attack you? + members reactions when you want to die and are very sad and crying? thanks as always hehe :3

I will make another Gif reaction for the second request!

JUNGKOOK : “WHAT?!?! Who was it? did we need to call the police? or Jin? What should we do! B-But dont worry i wont let someone hurt you!”

V : “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! Are you ok?? They didnt hurt you badly or anything? Hold on im calling the Police!”


SUGA : “What?! are you for real? What did they do?? are you ok? do we need to go to the station? its ok calm down! your ok now”


JIN :”What!! are you hurt! do you need medicine! do you need bandages! food! a hug! cuddles! a hospital!!”


~ ADMIN Abbie

Thank you!! i hope you liked it <3

anonymous asked:

I’ve never fallen deeper for a Goddess I’ve never interacted with through posts, how do you embed yourself so deeply through quick snippets?

;) they just leave you wanting more. im told
im very alluring

anonymous asked:

Can pweety pwease have a scenario/drabble with Hanbin, Jinhwan, Junhoe and Bobby inspired by their story plot in "airplane"? Like he secretly likes you but he hasn't told you and one day he discovers a plane ticket in your stuff. im leaving it up to you whether he manages to catch up to you b4 the plane leaves or not :3

I had actually been talking to a friend of mine about writing something for airplane so I’m glad it was requested or else I never would’ve gotten around to it. This is my fave ikon song btw and im not crying at all.

Originally posted by mylovelyidols

Hanbin: “It’s gonna be okay. It’s not like we’ll never see each other again.” You said it but you knew that it wasn’t true. This would probably be the last time you saw him once you boarded the plane. He knew it too. “How can you pretend to be so calm? (Y/N), you’re crying and I know you don’t really want to go.” You hadn’t even noticed the few tears that had slid down your cheeks. So much for being strong. “Hanbin, I-“ “Please, just let me grab your bags and we can go back to my house and I’ll make dinner and it’ll be okay. Just, don’t get on that plane.” The intercom buzzed and a woman’s voice let you know that you had ten more minutes to board your plane. “I’m sorry,” you said, “But I really have to go…” You grabbed your bag and started to walk towards your gate. As you got in line to check boarding passes, you went against your better judgement and looked back at him. He was crying. Turning back around, you started to, too.

Originally posted by hwan-tastic

Jinhwan: He stared at you, eyes tearing up. He tried to force them back but they wouldn’t stop coming. “I can’t turn down this opportunity, Jinhwan…” You had been saying that a lot and he understood that. Your future was important, your life and your choices were important but what about him? Wasn’t he important too? “When you said that you didn’t want to be my girlfriend, it wasn’t because you were worried about our friendship, was it? It was because you knew you were leaving. And you weren’t even going to tell me!” You sighed, tightening your grip on your bag. “I wanted to tell you I just…There was no right way.” “Who cares about the right way? You should’ve said something. At least then we could’ve been together before you left, I could’ve made you happy before you left.” Last call for flight 1508. “Please, Jinhwan. Don’t make this harder for me.” You grabbed your things and went to your gate, not looking back even though you could hear him screaming your name after you.

Originally posted by ygboys-ot11

Junhoe: “I’m sorry, sir, but you can’t get back there unless you have a boarding pass.” The woman at the desk said for maybe the third time. He couldn’t believe he was going to miss you. He couldn’t just let you go before telling you how he felt. He had seen you go into the terminal just as he was getting towards the gate. “Look, I just need to deliver a message to someone who just boarded. It will only take a second.” “The only way you’re getting on that plane is with a boarding pass and unfortunately all the seats on this flight are taken, I’m sorry.” Junhoe groaned in aggravation. “Can you bring her out here, then? I need to talk to her, please, it’s important. Tell the pilot to wait and I can tell her-“ Before he got a chance to say anything else, another person working the desk had closed the door to the terminal. The woman Junhoe was talking to gave him a sad look. “I’m sorry, sir, but there’s nothing we can do.”

Originally posted by jiwonsus

Bobby: He sat up on the roof, staring up at the stars. They seemed dull tonight. He still half expected you to come through the door with dinner for the two of you, a smile on your face as you joined him in your stargazing spot. He had been waiting and hoping that’s what would happen for over an hour now, but he knew that there was no chance of that. He had been so angry with you for not even telling him about your plans that he had rejected your offer to meet up even though he knew that would be his last chance to see you. He regretted it more than anything though. He hated himself for not having done anything to stop you from leaving. He hated the pilot for flying the plane and the sky for still having the nerve to shine stars after taking you away from him and his world felt so dark. He let himself fall back on the old couch and closed his eyes, letting a few tears escape.