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The King Is Back Part Two

Title: The King Is Back Part Two

Catch up on Part One here: xxxxx

Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Mary, Cas, Crowley

Word Count: 1,650

Warning: Talks of death and trying to figure out they’re going to do

A/N: Enjoy! Let me know if you want to be tagged in part three!


“I…Dean…I’m pregnant.”

Mary’s hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. Sam’s eyes went wide as the words settled in. Cas closed his eyes letting his head fall back. Dean just stared at you. And you, you broke down and sobbed.

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Deserves To Be Happy

“Shit.” Joe couldn’t stop the word from slipping past his lips as he froze, his eyes wide and his heart skipping a beat.

He didn’t know how else to react, because how does one reaction when seeing their ex boyfriend for the first time since the break up?

The one that had occurred months ago.

The one that had left Joe completely and utterly shattered.

As someone walked past him, phone pressed to their ear and their conversation uninterrupted, Joe realized he was still standing in the middle of the sidewalk, staring openly over at his ex boyfriend, who had thankfully not noticed him yet. Stepping to the side, he kept his eyes on the man a short distance away, looking as good as the day Joe had met him.

Briefly, the first meeting Joe had ever had with Jack flashes through his mind, but he’s quick to push that memory away, no matter the happy feeling it sends through him. Because the happiness would only be fleeting, and it would lead him to remembering the way things ended.

He knows he should turn and walk away, leave Jack be, move on like the younger man has, although what if he hasn’t? What if he’s as hurt as Joe still is? Could they potentially try again?


And that’s when another body walks up, brushing the hair out of her face as she smiles up at Jack.

Joe remains frozen in his position still, his heart breaking all over again, time seeming to slow as Jack ducks down, placing a simple and sweet kiss on the newcomers lips, saying something to her as their fingers tangle together.

He remembers when that was him in the woman’s place, when it was Joe’s fingers that Jack’s slipped through, Joe’s lips that were kissed, and Joe who smiled softly up at the other man.

Now he’s left standing on the sidelines, the pieces of himself he had put back together over the past months falling apart once more.

It’s only made worse when Jack offers that certain smile, the one that causes his eyes to crinkle in the corners, and his entire face to light up. Joe can clearly see the blue eyes he had fallen so hard for dancing with love and happiness, gazing down at the body in front of him.

The look that used to be just for Joe. He loved that look on Jack’s face. It made him feel like there was no one else in the world except for the two.


Joe wanted to be angry, be mad that Jack had so clearly moved on, found love in another. But he couldn’t.

There was not a single part of his body that held any hate towards the man he used to call his. Nor towards the woman who was making Jack smile that special smile that used to be only for Joe.

All he felt was regret and emptiness.

Because he was the one that had let Jack go, and he was the one that couldn’t get over Jack.

Joe still loved him, he knew that fully, and that was why it hurt so much to watch someone else make the one he loved so happy, when it should have been him.

But he had messed it up. And now he was stuck watching from a distance, trying to remain composed. And if he was honest, there was a small part of him hoping Jack would turn around and see him, would come over and talk to him.


Yet he didn’t.

Instead, Jack and his new partner turned in the other direction and walked down the sidewalk, hand in hand, smiling and laughing with each other, their happiness evident to everyone.

Joe waited until they disappeared around the corner before he turned back in the direction he had come from before, his heart heavy and his eyes wet.

At least Jack is happy, Joe thought to himself, He deserves to be happy.

Yoongi Scenario: Tainted Love - Part 3.

Request: Could you make one with Yoongi being some sort of demon/vampire boss that every one is super scared of but then there is Y/N, Yoongi is in love with her and everyone is always super impressed how Yoongi always surrenders and softens when something is about her? He’s super protective and wants to please her in his own way, thank you for doing this i love you

Genre: Romance / Drama.

Warning: This scenarios contains depictions of violence, mentions of blood.

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8


You had been too slow to realize that Taehyung was about lunge at you. 

Jungkook jumped forward just as Taehyung did the same, but the latter was faster, getting to you in the blink on an eye. You were knocked off the chair falling pathetically to the floor, hearing his laugh you looked up. Taehyung had the manuscript in his hands and was laughing at you.

Jungkook stood in between you, his knees bent a little, his shoulders tense as he observed Taehyung. You got to your feet without help and glared at the demon, you went forward, realizing that at this moment you could decide how you wanted to be seen, as a toy victim or as strong woman. Jungkook tried to keep you from getting any closer to Taehyung but you pushed his arm away.
You were afraid of Taehyung, he was indeed unpredictable and you didn’t know to which extent his loyalty to Yoongi went, and you knew the sole reason why he hadn’t touched you was because Yoongi had a death threat on him about it. But you couldn’t afford him thinking about you as a disposable toy.

-Give that back- you demanded.

-Oh, little girl has a voice, aren’t you shivering without Yoongi’s protection?-

-You have established yourself as an asshole very well, now give me the manuscript back-

You took a step forward and Taehyung smirked, he was tall, taller than Yoongi and a bit more than Jungkook, his skin was tanner too; like Jungkook he carried the ruby stone that identified them with Yoongi’s domains on a pedant that hung from his neck. Taehyung possessed the cold beauty of demons although he seemed to be wilder, like that beauty was distorted by his erratic behavior into a different kind.

You were on his face, trying to remain as calm and composed as you were able, your nerves and logic said you were in danger, but you had to stand your ground, decided to be no one’s toy.

-You want this?- he said flapping the manuscript around without much care, those were precious to Yoongi, had he no respect for anything?

-Yes, stop with the bullshit and give it back-

-Taehyung stop this shit, Yoongi will kick your ass for this, you know it-

He laughed again, ignoring Jungkook completely and when he moved again he went out of the door.

You watched him going out, leaving the door opened behind him. He was truly an asshole. You felt yourself get angrier by the second, of course he could run away from you like that, he was way faster. But just for that you didn’t have to stay put and do nothing.

You ran for the door too, hearing Jungkook behind you telling you to go back.

-No, I’ll find him even if it’s just to tell him he’s a prick that needs to grow a pair-

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I Won't Say I'm In Love

(((((Resident Disney Princess 0.5)))))
Lin-Manuel Miranda x Ensemble!Reader

A/N: Meg from Hercules is not a Disney princess, more like a Disney heroine, so i couldn’t include her in Resident Disney Princess, but i really wanted to include her bc Hercules is my favorite Disney movie. THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT HERES THE FIC THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR SINCE THERES NO REQUESTS OR SHIPS (aka send me some pls),, also ps i wrote this on mobile so sorry if it formats weird on desktop

as always (Y/N) (L/N) = Your First Name and Last Name

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You sat in the Schuyler Sisters’ dressing room with Renee, Pippa and Jazzy sipping the conquests of the last coffee run. There was no show tonight, just rehearsal that afternoon, so you could actually avoid Lin and your awkward crush on him for at least half a day. The small talk and giggles from the sisters felt like home, Hamilton really became your family, and the Schuylers played their role as big sisters very well.

“So (Y/N)…” Renee said. You hummed in response.

“When are you and Lin finally gonna get together?” she finished. Pippa and Jasmine cackled in agreement as your face began to grow hot.

“I- whaaaaaaaaaat??? No way does Lin like me… I don’t even like Lin!” you rambled, trying to remain composed.

“Oh come on! You turn into the heart eyes emoji whenever he’s around,” grinned Pippa. Jasmine let out an ‘mmmhhmmm’ in response.

“No he’s my boss and a genius and out of my league- AND I DON’T EVEN LIKE HIM!” you pushed out.

The girls fell silent, until a devious grin and bounced from Renee to Pippa to Jazzy.

“This calls for a song…” quipped Jasmine as Renee let out a long yes.

“NO-” you began, only to interrupted when Lin popped his head into the room.

“Did someone say song?” he asked, the Schuyler sisters let out a chorus of 'yes’ that drowned out your desperate 'no’.

“Because we could do a digital Ham4Ham, you should sing! Let me get a camera,” he said before rushing out the door.


“Today we have a very special digital Ham4Ham today, we have the magnificent Schuyler Sisters: Renee Elise Goldberry, Phillipa Soo, and Jasmine Cephas-Jones who will backing up vocal stylings of the lovely (Y/N) (L/N)!!” he said into the camera, which he was conveniently having Lacamoire man so that his reaction to the song may be captured.

“Okay sing, ladies of Hamilton!”

You let out a shaky breath before starting.

“If there’s a prize for rotten judgment…
I guess, I’ve already won that. No man is worth the aggravation. That’s ancient history, been there, done that,”

“Who ya think you’re kidding? He’s the earth and heaven to ya, try to keep it hidden, honey we can see right through ya!” Renee, Pip and Jaz sang in harmony, with shit-eating grins on their faces

“Girl ya can’t conceal it! We know how you’re feelin’, who you’re thinking of…” they sang, while not so subtly looking at Lin.

“Whooaaa-oooh-oh! No chance, no way, I won’t say it, no no!” you sang, mostly trying to assert it to yourself.

“You swoon, you sigh. Why deny it, uh oh?” they sang, in their perfect stupid annoying faces. They were right.

“It’s too cliche, I won’t say I’m in love!”

“Ooh, ooh, ooh,” they sang back playfully.

You began to think back to every smile you shared, every touch that lingered, every joke that was just between you. You totally had the hots for Lin. Or maybe you were just getting too into the song.

“My head is screaming, 'Get a grip, girl!
Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out!’ Ooh, ooh,” you sang, suddenly realizing that you were in love with him.

Renee, Pippa and Jazzy were relentless.

“You keep on denying, who you are and how you’re feelin’. Baby, we’re not lying, hun we saw ya hit the ceiling. Face it like a grown up, when ya gonna own up that ya got, got, got it bad?”

“No chance, no way- I won’t say it no, no!”

“Give up, give in. Check the grin, you’re in love!” Renee led, giggling at the dismay on your face.

“You’re way off base, I won’t say it! Get off my case I won’t say it!” you belted as the girls harmonized around you.

“Girl, don’t be proud. It’s okay, you’re in love,” they sang, huddled around you.

You sighed dreamily. Finally looking at Lin, whose eyes were glued to you, back at the camera, and then to the three women harassing you.

“At least out loud…” you sang, finally cracking, “I won’t say, I’m in love” you finished as the girls let out the final 'sha la, la, la, la, la, aah’.

“THAT WAS GREAT, THANK YOU LADIES THAT WAS TODAYS HAM4HAM, GOOD LUCK WITH THE LOTTO!!” Lin said, rushing over to kiss your cheek, then bolting out the door leaving you blushing and the Schuyler Sisters giggling like mad women.

Ne Me Quitte Pas | Junhui | Ch. 1

 Genre: Fantasy, Mystery, Reincarnation!au

Word Count: 3,569

Summary: When Junhui died in 1921, he made you a promise that he didn’t believe he could keep. In 1959, he walks around each day confused as to why he is still alive. Could it possibly be because of you?

“Don’t worry.” Junhui chuckled weakly as he reached up to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. He meant these words with every fiber of his being, but as he looked at the tears that bit at your eyes, he knew you didn’t believe him.

You shook your head in disbelief, “How can I not worry about you?”

“We’ll be fine.” He assured you, even as it got harder to speak and breath. You kneeled over his body, trying to sooth away his injuries through sheer will, but there was nothing you could do.

“Don’t leave me.”

Junhui sighed and finally let his eyes close, “I won’t, we will find each other again.”

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“Want To Know How I Got These Scars?”

For, anon!

From, SPRING BREAK PROMPT LIST!!! Check it out HERE!!!


You were currently in the middle of a heated conversation with your boyfriend. You couldn’t believe how quickly this argument escalated. You’d casually mentioned how you didn’t hear he about the story he’d told today to that poor kid. Amanda had told you how shocked she was. She was suprised that he’d never shared that information with her before. Imagine how you felt, you’d never heard that story and you’d been in a relationship for a year and a half.

“Want to know how I got these scars?!” He finally exploded. That surprised you. Sonny never yelled that loudly.

“Yes.” You crossed your arms trying to remain composed.

“Fine.” He pointed at various scars. “A perp who decided to stab my arm, A fence after chasing down some ass hole.” He pointed at his other arm. “This one, carving pumpkins with my grandma and grandpa!” He began to tear off his shirt.

“Sonny…” You trailed off. “I’m sorry.” He turned his back to you.

“That scar, an undercover investigation.” You sighed.  

“Sonny,” you muttered.

“What?” He placed his hands on his hips. “I’m just showing you my battle wounds because apparently I don’t communicate with you.” This was unlike Sonny.  

He’d had a traumatic experience and had to retell the story. You should have approached this conversation differently.  You should have been softer, that’s how he would have been–

“I want to tell you things.” He sighed and that caught your attention. You looked up to meet his blue eyes. “I want to tell you the happy things.” He muttered. “Not the sad or the horrific things.”

“Sonny, I love you,” you placed your hands on his bare chest. “And I want to hear the sad and horrific things, just as much as the happy times.”

You were met with a kiss and breathed in Sonny as he lifted you up and carried you to the bedroom.

Ravus considered himself a level-headed man. He remained composed in the most trying times - always with a placid expression and clear head ( no matter how hard his heart beat beneath the scars ). But this man … the commander found himself reconsidering as the condescending tone reached his ear. The reaction was immediate - shoulders tensing and fists clenching even as he fought the grimace that tugged at his lips. 

“Chancellor …” the tone was even. That, at least, was a success. “I was not expecting you to arrive so soon.”

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Watch Me (Kai x Reader)

My body wasn’t prepared for writing this smut fic. Send help because Kai just Jongined and Jongouted my world. Hope you enjoy some sexy times~

The dressing room was in complete chaos as you watched the stylists rush to complete the finishing touches on each member of EXO. A small smile reached your lips as you watched your boyfriend Kai fumble with the black tie of his form fitting suit. He struggled with it for a few more moments before looking over at you with a pleading look and a cute pout of his sinful lips, “Jagiya…please?”

You chuckled as you reached for the sloppily tied tie, playfully pulling him close to you making him breath out in surprise. While tying the tie you didn’t look at him, but you could feel his heated gaze making your cheeks burn with blush. You felt his hands reach to your sides and quietly slip under the soft pink sweater you were wearing, tracing delicate patterns on your skin.

You gulped as you finished knotting the tie and looked up at him, a smirk on that mouth that you had begun to crave. You had always thought that there might be two personalities to Kai. One being the sweet Jongin that was goofy and loved teasing you. The other being Kai, the ferocious and sexy man who teased you in another way. He leaned closer to you his breath fanning lightly across your neck as he leaned to your ear and spoke hotly, “Watch me tonight, _____. Watch everything. Know that every move I make, I’ll be thinking of you.”

Trying to remain composed and not pounce him right then and there, you smiled back shyly, knowing he loved when you played coy with him, “Oh I will, Oppa! I’ll try and pay especially close attention.”

With a satisfied smirk, he leaned down to receive his usual good luck kiss, only to have duck out of the way teasingly. He looked at you with his mouth agape, hurt filling his eyes. If he was going to tease you and subject you to the sweetest kind of torture, you could do the same to him. “I want to wait to give you your ‘kiss’ until after the performance, yeah?” You walked away with a victorious smile on your face as you quickly exited the dressing room, making your way to the side of the stage where EXO would enter.

Hearing the usual loudness that accompanied the twelve rambunctious boys, you watched as they all filtered out onto the stage taking their various position to perform one of their hit songs. Through the bright lights you managed to spot Kai, his angry dark eyes reaching yours as he licked his lips sensually as the music started. 

Throughout their performance Kai seemed to only have eyes for you. Every lip bite and hip thrust was directed you. You felt your panties begin to get wet as he scrunched his face into a look of ecstasy, his hand gliding over the crotch of his pants as he ground into it. Licking your lips and feeling the ache in your center increase, you watched as his hips snapped aggressively to the beat of Overdose, his dark eyes meeting you once again, making you feel as though you could come right then.

It was painful, yet pleasurable to sit through the various songs and soon enough they were finished with their encore. Anticipation welled up inside you as you pictured Kai angrily taking you somewhere in a room backstage. Your breath quickened when you saw him and he spotted you, his face dark and glistening sweat, licking his lips as he stalked towards you. You made sure he saw you slip behind stage to one of the empty storage rooms that held equipment. 

No sooner had you walked into the room were you slammed against the solid, metal door, a pair of lips crushing your own in a passionate fight for dominance. You reached up and tangled your hands in his silky, dark brown locks feeling him run his tongue on your bottom lip after a small nip. Instantly gasping, you welcomed the wet muscle that invaded your mouth, grinding your hips against his crotch. He growled and slid his knee between your legs, lifting you from the ground and letting you rub your dripping center deliciously against him.

You moaned your approval as his sinful lips trailed from your mouth to your neck, pressing wet open mouth kisses and sucking on your sensitive spot. Your thrusts onto his leg were getting frantic as he bit hard on your neck, licking your throat with his hot tongue. 

“K-Kai…!” You gasped out feeling yourself approaching the cliff that led to release.

With a dirty smirk he let you drop to the floor, making you whine as he cut off your release. “I can’t let you get too excited ______-ah.” He grasped your chin tightly and brought you too his lips once again, this time his lips moving painfully slow against your own. Releasing your lips, he slid your sweater from your body, licking the tops of your breasts that peeped out of your dainty bra. He sat back and pulled you onto his lap, digging his fingers into your hips as he unexpectantly thrust his clothed erection upwards into your heat. 

Slipping your shorts off, leaving you in just your panties and bra, he let his fingers trace over your center, feeling how soaked you were with a rub. You let his unoccupied hand glide lightly across your back and unclasp your bra, letting your breasts pool before him. His eyes were hooded with lust as he slipped a finger into your dripping folds, “You’re so wet for me, Jagiya.”

You nodded dumbly, your eyes squeezed painfully shut as he took a pert nipple into his mouth, sucking lazily as his fingers shoved into you continuously, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Wanting to see and taste his own skin, you tore at his tie and shirt, letting them fall in pieces around his body. You heard him chuckle faintly as he switched from one breast to the other, laving the area between your breasts with his hot tongue. You worked on his belt next, struggling because you were shaking in pleasure from his ministrations to your want-filled body. He pulled away from his work to help you unbuckle his belt, slipping his tight slacks from his body along with his underwear.

His godly body was before you and his length stood rock hard in front of you. Not wanting to leave him out, you grasped his member tightly, the sound of his moans as you began to pump him could have sent you over they were so hot. You let your hands travel over the expanse of his muscular chest, gliding your tongue over his collarbones and biting the sweet spot of his neck. You watched as he let his head loll back, his eyes squeezed shut, teeth tugging on his lips as moan after moan sprung from them.

You could tell as you began to pump him faster that his orgasm was approaching quickly and he growled out, pulling your hand from him and pushing you onto the ground. Not asking if you were ready, he suddenly shoved his entire length into you, letting you adjust to his large size, but struggling to not fuck you senseless right then and there.

As he watched you tremble beneath him, he leaned down and kissed your cheek, attempting to satiate the pain you were feeling from his sudden intrusion. After a few moments, you gingerly swiveled your hips into him, gasping as the pleasure poured into your body, “K-Kai, go! Move…fuck me please!”

Hearing your words sent him into overdrive as he began to thrust into you, pulling out to the tip and flicking his perfect dancer hips back into your heat, “Fuck,” he moaned lowly. “You’re so tight _____.”

The way your core sucked his member into its wet warmth began to take a toll as his thrusting grew faster. You mewled his name loudly as he grasped one of your legs and threw it over his shoulder, causing him to hit your g-spot perfectly every time, letting him fuck you deeper. 

Feeling both of your releases creeping up on you, you screamed out, “Harder, harder Kai!” Complying to your demands he pounded into your entrance, your hips meeting his as the sound of skin slapping together filled the air, your vision clouded and you began to see stars.

Kai had reached his limit as he saw the way you were clinging to his shoulders, your eyes shaded with lust, moaning his name over and over like a mantra. “Fuck!” With a final thrust he came in you. The feeling of his powerful orgasm shooting into you sent you over the edge as your own release came over you, a thousand bolts of delicious pleasure coursed through your body. You screamed his name, clawing at his back, “Kai!”

After a few moments, the two of you were breathing heavily, he pulled out and kissed you gently on your forehead, letting his hands stroke your cheek lovingly. He apologized sweetly, though sounding a little embarrassed, “I’m sorry if that was too much, Jagiya.”

You shook your head as you curled into his chest, letting your arms wrap around his torso, “No it’s okay. I liked it,” you admitted with a blush, “A lot.”

Kai looked down at you in surprise and chuckled at you, tucking your head under his chin as he kissed your hair, “Then maybe I should do it every performance.”

Blooms

Genre: Angst
Synopsis: Love is in the form of a (mis)conception.

You’ve been married to Kim Taehyung for the past five years and counting.

Negative

Of course. Again.

Why would you even hope that it would read positive this time? It hasn’t for the past five years so why bother? It’s hopeless. You and Taehyung couldn’t, and wouldn’t have any children.

It’s actually a mystery of why you haven’t had kids. Both of you weren’t infertile, you didn’t use protection, you were sure that you would’ve gotten pregnant years ago. You wonder if the universe just really hates you.

You toss the goddamned test in the bathroom rubbish bin and straighten yourself out for the day. This wasn’t the time to get depressed, you had bills to pay.

“Are you alright? You look really pale.” Your co-worker, Seulgi, noticed you were quite under the weather today. “You can take time off if you want too.”

“Actually, I will. Will you tell the boss I’m going on a sick leave?” You weakly state as you collect your handbag from your desk.

“Yes, sure. I’ll have Hyuna fill in your shifts. Get well soon okay?”

“You’re a lifesaver Seulgi.” You hug her before you exit the office with a pang of nausea.

You dry-swallow a Tylenol on the elevator on the way to the parking lot to retrieve your car.

It was a short drive home but it was very uncomfortable.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Seulgi said you weren’t feeling fine and texted me that you went home. Are you alright?
-Tae

You reply with a short text.

I’m fine.

He replies a few seconds later.

Jungkook wants to check up on you. I’m super busy right now with a high-profile case. I’m really sorry I can’t come home.

You reply with a short thank you and head upstairs to the bedroom and lied down. You eventually fell into a slumber.

You woke up feeling better. It was 1 in the afternoon when you looked at the wall clock.

You remembered that you arrived at your house at 11 so you figured that you had a substantial amount of sleep and decided to change into more comfortable clothes.

You went downstairs and unsurprisingly, Jungkook was there cooking lunch for you.

“Noona! You’re awake.” He smiles and encloses you in a tight hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Hungry.” You grin at him.

“Okay then, go sit down and fill up. You deserve it.”

Jungkook had taken good care of you that day. He was very thoughtful and kept you company. He was very caring towards you, considering that he was Taehyung’s adoptive baby brother. He was the perfect nurse and a good friend.

“You should quit the law firm and become a caregiver instead.” You joked as he eased you into bed.

“Taehyungie hyung will go mad if he loses his best lawyer, noona.”

“Are you saying you’re the best lawyer at the Kim Firm?” You say sarcastically. He laughs it off.

“Next to hyung, yes. I am. And the real best lawyer has to overtime because of his case so he won’t be home.”

You nod.
“Okay. Thanks for keeping me company. Are you staying the night?”

“I have to. You’re sick and hyung’s not around. Good night noona.” He smiles before turning off the light.

“Good night Jungkook.” You say weakly before drifting to sleep.

You woke up with a gut-wrenching pain in your abdomen and ran straight to the washroom, kneeling on the floor, and head partway into the toilet.

“Noona?” You hear Jungkook’s distressed voice coming from the hallway. “Noona are you alright?”

“I’m fine Jungkook!” You manage to shout out before throwing up again.

He knocks on the door of the bathroom. “Noona, let me in at least. Are you okay?”

You frown at the contents in the bowl and immediately flush it.

You wash your face and dry it with a towel hanging from nearby and open the door to face Jungkook.

“I’m fine. Maybe I had too much kimchi and my stomach acted up–”

“Noona, when was the last time you and hyung had sex?”

“Jungkook,” you frown at him. “It was recent I must admit but no. I’m not pregnant.”

“Noona, it could be a possibility. You and hyung have been trying all this time and maybe, you know, this time it worked.”

You fell silent, nervous with all the thoughts in your head.

“Noona let me drive you to the hospital please. Even if you aren’t pregnant, at least you could find out why you’ve thrown up. Go wash up okay?” Jungkook said before leaving you alone.

You’re left alone in silence again before tearing up a bit. You pull yourself together at least, for the second day in a row, and got ready.

You enter the examination room to see the doctor, dressed in all white with a smile on his face. It was Kim Seokjin, a family friend and an exemplary physician.

“Good day Mrs. Kim, what seems to be the problem?”

“I’ve just started to throw up this morning.” You say uncomfortably.

“Oh. Okay there’s nothing to be worried about. Have you been sexually active? Perhaps it could be a sign of–”

“I’ve been throwing up flowers.” You interrupt.

His enthusiasm faded.
“Oh. You do know about Hanahaki Disease, don’t you?”

“Yes I know. It’s when you throw up flowers until you die. It’s tragic, don’t you think so?”

He just sighs and writes the perfunctory prescription.
"I can only prescribe you with some painkillers to lessen the discomfort during vomiting. There is no cure.”

He immediately writes it down. The sound of pen against paper is the only sound in the room.
“Unless, you’re willing to undergo surgery.” He says with an interrogative tone.

You smile weakly and shake your head. Hanahaki disease surgery takes out the disease itself but with a price. It takes out your capability to feel anything, including love.

“Y/N,” he sighs and holds one of your hands. “I’m sorry to say this but as your friend, I want you to consider the surgery.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.” You bite your lower lip in nervousness. “Thank you Seokjin.”

You exit the room to face Jungkook in the corridor.

“So noona, what did he say?”
“It was just indigestion. Don’t worry about me baby boy, I’ll be fine.” You grin at him and ruffle his hair.
“I’m so sorry noona. Also, I’m super sorry because I already told Tae-hyung about this. I better go text him then.” He fishes out his phone from his back pocket and tells Taehyung the news.
“No hyung, she isn’t pregnant.” He cards a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.
You’re silent through the whole car ride home. Jungkook doesn’t bother you.

Jungkook drops you off at your house. He said that he had to go back to the office to take care of some minor cases. You thank him and send him off with a hug and a good-luck.
It’s never going to be the same after this.
You enter the silent house after taking of your shoes at the foyer and sit at the large, plush couch on the living room.
You doze off once again and sleep until noon.

“Y/N! Open up!”
You wake up to a shouting man outside the door. You trudge your way to the said location and forgot to brace yourself for impact. The next thing you know, Jimin is hugging the living daylights out of you. And at the corner of your eye, his husband Yoongi is smiling at the two of you. Jimin releases you from the tight hug and grins widely.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“Jungkookie texted me that you were sick and in need of someone to take care of you so we immediately drove all the way here from Incheon.” Jimin says while taking off his shoes. “He also told me to tell you that Taehyung still has a lot to work to do for a case. He isn’t coming home for the rest of the week.”

“Okay.” Is all that you could reply.
Yoongi prepares lunch for the three of you and you all eat at the dining table.

“So, you’re sick? What happened?” Yoongi asks before staking in a mouthful of porridge for himself.

“Just, you know, indigestion, possibly fatigue. I’ve already told Seulgi I was going on a sick leave for the rest of the week. How about you guys? Don’t you have work or something?” You take a gulp of water before resuming to eat.

Jimin chuckles. “Y/N, we work from home. And we have stocks. Yoongi and I have nothing to worry about this week except for you. We’re gonna nurse you back to health in no time.”

You reach out to grab both Yoongi and Jimin’s hands. “Thank you so much. You guys are the best.”

They enclose you in a hug, unknowing of the gravity of the situation.

You wake up with the same sharp pain in your abdomen the next morning. You immediately run to the washroom and threw up into the toilet bowl.

You wanted to cry at this point. It was much more painful that yesterday’s. The flowers hurt more than the conventional stomach acid and food bits, which actually surprised you. And compared to actual vomit, this smelled really good but felt a million times worse at the least.

You tap your hand repeatedly at the tiled floor, thinking that if a higher being saw you, it would make this stop. It was excruciating.

“Y/N!” You hear Jimin’s muffled scream outside of the washroom. You were alerted, did you lock the door?

You hear the slam of the door seconds later which answered the question.

You didn’t.

Jimin and Yoongi’s eyes widen at the sight. The toilet bowl was chock full of flowers and leaves and stems.
Jimin notices you, still vomiting continuously and he pats your back, trying to soothe you even for just a little bit. Yoongi immediately runs to the kitchen to get you a glass of water, your meds, and a towel. He returns to you still puking the bizzare material into the porcelain.

You finally stop after a good two minutes. The longest two minutes of your life and you cry in pain as Jimin held you tight. Yoongi fixes your hair while you bawled on the bathroom floor and offers you the glass of water and the tablet on his palm. You don’t hesitate and immediately gulp down on the water for some sort of relief and you swallow the pill after consuming half of the glass, and of course, finish the remaining.

You compose yourself shortly afterwards and try to stand up from the bathroom floor. Jimin and Yoongi follow you into the bedroom as you sat down at the edge of the bed.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Jimin had tears in his eyes at this point and Yoongi looked so hurt. “We’re your best friends and we don’t even know that this is happening. When did this start?”

“Yesterday morning. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a burden—“

“And we don’t want our friend to suffer either!” Yoongi suddenly shouts before sitting beside you and putting his hands over his face. You were surprised at his sudden outburst as he was known to be someone who was calm and composed most of the time.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” You pull the both of them in a tight hug.

You stop minutes later and decide that this would be better discussed over breakfast.

Jimin hold your hand as Yoongi prepared breakfast for three. You almosy felt as if the two could actually nurse you back to health.

Almost.

“Y/N, do you think Taehyung is cheating?” Yoongi pops the million-dollar question no one dared to ask you. Hell, you didn’t even dare ask it to yourself.

“I honestly don’t know.” You reply. “It would definitely be a possibility. He doesn’t come home often nowadays.”

“We’re gonna go ask Jungkook about this later. Will you be okay if you were alone for a few hours?” Yoongi asks you as he lightly caresses the top of your hand with his thumb.

“Of course. I’ll be fine. I only vomit in the morning so far. It’s like morning sickness I guess.” You chuckle at the irony of the situation.

Yoongi and Jimin don’t laugh.

They leave after lunchtime. You decide to of course, sleep again to pass the time. It’s been at least twelve hours that Taehyung hasn’t spoken to you. You’re disappointed, of course. But it occurs to you that you don’t have the right to demand things from him, including attention. Not when he doesn’t love you anymore.

It was very silent in the car when the Min couple drove to the Kim’s law firm.

Jimin breaks the silence. “How about you? Do you think Taehyung is cheating?”

Yoongi sighs deeply. “I don’t want to believe that he is but, yes. He’s probably cheating.”

“But Tae’s not the cheating type, isn’t he?”

Yoongi clenches his jaw. “My mom thought dad wasn’t the cheating type too but look at what happened.”

“I’m sorry I asked.” Jimin says with melancholy. As cliché as it sounds, he’s hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

Yoongi drives a couple more meters and they reach the Kim firm in record time. Yoongi gets out of the auto first before opening the door for Jimin. He holds Jimin’s hand tightly as they enter the high-rise.

Jimin’s a jittery bundle of nerves as they exit the elevator into the floor where the business legalities of the firm were handled. They immediately request for Jungkook at the reception but they found that he was in a meeting with no other than the devil himself, Mr. Kim Taehyung.

They’ve been told that Mr. Jeon would be there in about fifteen so they thank the receptionist and sit down on the plush couch, still unsure of how they’re going to ask Jungkook if his older brother was indeed an unfaithful bastard that’s caused you so much pain.

“How are you not done with this fucking case then?!” Jungkook shouts, throwing the manila folder onto the desk with brute force.

“I told you, I’ve been busy.” Taehyung utters, boredom laced in his voice.

“You should’ve been busy with this fucking case! Is this half-assed report the reason why you couldn’t come home to your sick wife? So much for being the best lawyer at this firm then!”

“I thought I told you to keep our personal agendas out when we’re in the office?” Taehyung sternly states.

“Me not coming home to Y/N is none of your business.”

“It’s my business hyung! My sister-in-law was half-dead, praying at the porcelain altar yesterday and you don’t even fucking know why!”

“Indigestion. Isn’t it?” Taehyung says with a roll of his eyes. “You can’t be half-dead because of indigestion Jungkook. Stop exaggerating. My wife is a strong woman. She can take that.”

Jungkook bites his tongue and furrows his eyebrows. If only he knew. Bu he was in no position to tell him. “Can’t you at least ask her if she’s fine? She’s al—“

He’s interrupted with the sound of the door opening. Jungkook raises an eyebrow at the intruder. “Excuse me but Ms. Kim what the fuck are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at my department? It’s two floors down. And not knocking at the office of your fucking boss? How rude.”

“Jungkook stop it.” Taehyung interjects.

“Jennie, I’ll text you later.”
She nods and carefully closes the door as she leaves. Jungkook fits the pieces together. Jennie, overtime..

“Just tell me the truth hyung. Instead of doing shit for the case, have you been doing her instead?” Jungkook scolds the older man with a hard slap of his hands down on the solid oak table.

Taehyung wryly sneers. “Where is that bullshit coming from? Jungkook, I love her. What if I don’t come home for a few days? What’s the big deal? ”

“You’re fucking married! I shouldn’t be giving a shit about her but you haven’t been around either so I have to! Get a grip on yourself Taehyung. You’re a disaster!” Jungkook storms out of the office, slamming the heavy door, startling Taehyung a bit.

Taehyung just rolls his eyes before reaching for his cell.

Jungkook was practically seething as he entered the elevator to go back to his floor. The doors open with a ding and two familiar faces are suddenly in his field of vision.
“Jimin, Yoongi, what are you doing here?”

“We came to ask you something. And possibly, talk for quite a while.” Jimin answered.

“Oh, okay then.” Jungkook forced a smile and guided the two to his office.

The Mins had made themselves comfortable in the two seats in front of the cherry desk Jungkook had. The youngest had opted to just stand in between them, so as for them not to feel inferior in any way.

“Oh, how’s Y/N by the way?” Jungkook asked.

“Not good.” Jimin confessed.

“Are you aware that she has Hanahaki? The girl’s fading away as the hour passes. It hurts to see her like that.” Yoongi adds. “We were even reluctant to leave her but we really have to ask you this. Is your brother cheating on her?”

Jungkook inhales sharply. He’d just been confronting Taehyung about it. “I’m not entirely sure, but I think he is. He isn’t doing his job properly despite the fact that he’s allegedly working overtime for two days now.“

Yoongi looks at him sternly. "We’re going to ask him instead since you aren’t sure. It’s better to come from the horse’s mouth.”

“Okay. I’ll come with you.” Jungkook agrees. The three of them walk to the elevator and stay silent until reaching the floor where Taehyung’s office was.

Jimin walks a beeline straight to Taehyung’s office and barge through the door. His eyes widen at the sight.

“What the hell are you doing here Min Jimin?” Taehyung asks.

“Who the fuck is that Kim Taehyung?” Jimin interjects, walking toward them where a female had her legs straddling Taehyung’s thighs while they were seated at the large swivel chair.

Jimin immediately grabs the girl by her hair. “You fucking slut!”

Yoongi, Jungkook, and Taehyung stay still, baffled at Jimin’s blow by blow display of insults sprinkled with a rather colorful variety of curses.
Jimin finally stops after ten minutes of straight up reality show material behavior towards the girl.

When Jimin attempts to pounce at her again, Yoongi grabs him by the waist. “She’s not worth it. The damage has been done. Calm down Jimin.”

Jimin snarls at her and she gives her a mean look.

“And Jennie?” Jungkook eyes the girl from head to toe.

She visibly gulps at that.
“Yes Mr. Jeon?”

“You’re fucking fired.”

Jungkook’s phone suddenly rings aloud in the midst of the commotion. Your number flashed on his cell screen. He urgently presses the answer button.
His ear was filled with sounds of you throwing up. His eyes widen with worry.

“Y/N! Are you okay?”

You don’t respond.

Ten minutes later, you were still throwing up, blood and peonies trailing from the bedroom all the way to the bathroom. You cried as you retched out flower after flower covered in blood. It hurt so bad.

You threw your head back and tried to force it down. Your body was trembling down to your fingertips until you couldn’t hold it in anymore.
You heard a few faint noises in the background suddenly. But honestly, you couldn’t care less who it was, if it was a burglar, or whatever. Who would even think about that in such a time.

“Y/N!” You hear Jimin’s voice and suddenly feel a hand stroking your back, easing you just a bit.

A good seven minutes later, it finally stopped. Your eyes were red, your throat hurt like hell, you felt horrible in general. You were still disoriented and dizzy from the retching session which caused you to close your eyes the entire time Jimin and Yoongi (you assumed) were helping you to the bedroom.

You opened your eyes, finding not only Jimin and Yoongi, as well as Jungkook, and surprisingly, Taehyung.

“What are you doing here?” You look at him incredulously.

“Y/N,” He says softly and slowly approaches you. “I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“Shut up. Please. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t ever want to see you again. Can you leave me alone? I just want to sleep.”

The three of them agree and step out of the room as you let yourself get consumed by your fatigue.

“Leave. Please.” Jungkook says to Taehyung, venom laced in his voice.

He looks at his younger brother with worried eyes, “But, Y/N–”

“She’s going to be fine. Besides, you’ve already caused this. Just, get out?”

“Is that a request?”

“More like a threat. I don’t fucking care if this is your house.”

Taehyung reluctantly leaves.


Jungkook, Jimin, and Yoongi stare at you silently while you eat.

“Are you going to ask me something?” You ask them, mouth full of rice.

Jungkook speaks up. “Why is it peonies?”

You smile with melancholy tugging at your features. “It was my wedding boquet.”

“Oh, right. Hanahaki depends on what flower was most important to you. I’m sorry it had to be like this.” Yoongi holds your hand. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” You grin at him and continue to eat. “I’m considering the surgery anyways.”

“May I tell Tae-hyung?” Jungkook asks politely. You nod. He had the right to know that you were getting rid of it once and for all.

The house becomes dead silent for another night.


“I’d have to run some tests first to see if you’re suited for surgery. Also, I’ve decided to let the best Hanahaki surgeon there is around to work on you so you don’t have to worry. I want you to remember that after this, you won’t be capable of feeling any sort of emotion, including love. Pain, emotional and psychological, would be devoid from your system.” Seokjin says with a smile. You bit your lower lip and voice out that you had decided to go through with it.

“And Y/N?”

“Yes Doctor?”

“I’m relieved that you’re doing this.”

You got admitted to the hospital the same day for examination and surgery prep. The hospital has put you in a soft diet with a lot of water. Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook stay with you for the rest of the day and leave post-visiting hours.

Your soon-to-be surgeon, Kim Namjoon, decides to pay you a visit.

“How are you doing Y/N?”

“I’m doing great.”

“That’s good to hear.” He grins and checks your vitals posted on a clipboard which was hung at the end of your bed. You take notice of his ring. You remembered that Seokjin and him got married in the Spring. A year after yours and Taehyung’s Autumn wedding.

“Wait, when was the last time you’ve thrown up?” Namjoon says with a worried tone.

“I don’t know, last night I guess?” You reply. “Does it matter?”

“It’s midnight and you haven’t thrown up yet. I haven’t encountered this before. Could it be possible that,” He furrows his eyebrows in deep thought.

“Possible if what?” You look at him inquisitively.

“It stopped?”


You were on the way to Taehyung’s new flat with a purse in one hand and a heavy overcoat covering your body.

“Sorry, the traffic was sort of horrible. Christmas rush I guess.” You plop down in one of the plush couches as you shake off the snow that had collected on your hat. Taehyung helps you with your coat and offers you some tea, to which you refuse.

“I want to make this quick. Just sign where you need to sign and I’m off. Jungkook already constructed the divorce papers as we had informed you last week.” You take out some papers encased in a Manila envelope and reach for a random pen that was already on the coffee table.

“Y/N, are you sure you want to do this? You know, we can always start over?” Taehyung smiles uncomfortably. You look at him with indifference. Though you must admit, he looks as good as the day you met him.

“Taehyung, you know we can’t. I’m incapable of feeling.”

“Right.” Taehyung grimaced before signing on the lines. “I’m sorry I did this to us.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry we couldn’t have a child. You would’ve been a great father.” You beam at him in the best way you can.

“You too. You would’ve been a great mom.” Taehyung then refuses to look at you and opts to bow his head down.

“Thanks.” Is the last word you say before you exit the premises.


It’s been two years after the divorce.

Five months ago, Taehyung had started to throw up flowers.

It hurt like a bitch to feel long-stemmed roses line his respiratory walls and then profusely bleed when he finally gets one out of him. But on most days, the flowers aren’t just one. Sometimes they’re three, other times they’re at the full set of twelve. Yet he refuses to get the surgery.

He started vomiting long-stemmed roses because they were the flowers he gave you on the first date. And the day he started throwing up was the day he realized that you actually didn’t go through with the surgery. He didn’t know your whereabouts and Jimin, Yoongi, and Jungkook also seemed to get erased from his life after the divorce.

He got up from the washroom floor, done with his daily session of throwing up. He hears Hoseok coming through the front door. His new business partner and friend keeps him company now.

“This came in the mail for you.” Hoseok unceremoniously drops an ivory-colored envelope onto the coffee table. “It seems to be very fancy. And it’s scented too. Anyways, I’m gonna go finish up some paperwork for Mr. Bang’s lawsuit.”

Hoseok disappears into his room leaving Taehyung alone.

He picks up the envelope and opens it gently by untying a ribbon.

You are cordially invited to the union of Jeon Jungkook and Y/N..

He drops the envelope with shaky hands and doesn’t read the rest of the invitation. He runs straight to the bathroom again, feeling the familiar sensation of rose petals scratching against his raw trachea.


The wedding was stunning. White lilies were scattered on every inch of the venue. Jungkook looked handsome as ever in his suit and tie, and you, well you looked just as beautiful as the day Taehyung had lost you.

The ceremony ends with a lot of laugher and cheering from friends and some family. Taehyung smiles at the sight of the two of you happy.

Taehyung finally decides to approach you post-ceremony.

Jungkook hugs him tightly and he offers you a boxy grin.

“Congratulations.” He says with a hoarse voice.

“Whoah Tae-hyung. Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat which does nothing to improve his voice. “Just a really bad sore throat. Congrats to the two of you anyway! Why tie the knot at this point in time if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Oh, Tae-hyung,” Jungkook grins from ear to ear. “Y/N’s pregnant!”

Taehyung could feel his chest tighten. “That’s great!” He fakes his enthusiasm. He clears his throat again. “Oh I have to go, I have a hearing to attend. Congrats to the new Jeons.”

With that said, Taehyung runs.

Taehyung kneels.

Taehyung spews.

Taehyung bleeds.

And finally, Taehyung stops.

Bodyswap

A/N: Lame title to what’s hopefully not a lame fic! This was written for the lovely Zeina ( prongsvssquid ), inspired by these two posts (the latter more specifically). I know it can be a weird/awkward concept but please bear with me. Also, brace yourself for smut and italics.

A lot of weird things have happened to Lily Evans in her life but this is the first time she’s ever woken up with a penis.

And to top it all off, it’s not just anybody’s penis – it just so happens to be James Potter’s penis. Which just so happens to complicate things even further.

When she thinks back on it, it’s all so cliché. Possibly nauseatingly so. Because this whole mess started off with the average Illicit Potion Goes Wrong Incident, which then led to the very unfortunate and annoying We Don’t Know How To Reverse It Debacle, and so now they are both left to deal with the Everything Is Extremely Awkward And Uncomfortable Aftermath since going to the administration is definitely Not An Option.

So if feelings were messy between Lily and James to begin with, now they’re even worse. Accidentally swapping bodies kind of does that.

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Stupid Cupid - Part 6 - Final part

Sam x Reader, Dean x Reader

A/N: The end is here… I hope you guys like it :) @livsly11 @kbrand0 @italianunitato @mysoul4dean @mrswhozeewhatsis @takeme-2neverland

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

Dean was in the kitchen, making some coffee, when with the corner of his eye he spotted you, who were trying to go unnoticed. The last thing you wanted was to see him and be treated like usual, because that was something you could not deal with at the moment, at any moment really.

It was still pretty early, even for him to be out of bed, so you silently moved towards the exit of the bunker, a duffel bag in your hand. Maybe it was a bad idea, maybe not. All that was sure was that you couldn’t live there anymore, not with Dean around, not with Sam around. You just needed to be alone.

Your car ready, the trunk filled with all your belongings, not that many considering that you had been living there for no more than six months. Your heart was not ready, your mind either, because no matter what you were telling yourself, you were not okay. The Cupid had screwed up your life, and now you had lost Sam. He had tried to be supportive, saying that it wasn’t your fault if the cherub had hit you, saying that everything could go back to normal. Problem was, you couldn’t do that, you didn’t even want to.

“It’s not like you have still feelings for him, right?” Sam had asked you, ready to believe in your answer, ready to believe in anything not to lose you.

But you couldn’t lie anymore, so he got hit by the truth, you loved his brother. And everything went to pieces.

You packed your things and he didn’t stop you, still trying to process what was happening, why his best friend had stopped loving him all of a sudden. You hadn’t, not at all. You did love him, like always, but you weren’t in love with him.

Sometimes these feelings can be confused, and you had done that, for years. Not anymore.

You were putting the duffel bag in the car when the door of the bunker opened, “Where are you going?” Dean asked you, worried, confused, heartbroken.

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Little Wolf - Part 5

​A/N: Return of some old characters in this one and honestly jealous Theo is bae af

Pairing: Theo Raeken X Reader

Warning: Underage drinking, swearing, angst, fluff

Word count: 2.6K

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

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Home 7/?

Back, Forward

(Happy April Fools Day!)

Summary: After meeting Alfred on an online site for omegas and alphas to find a mate, Arthur decides to make a trip to America to find out if Alfred really is the right mate for him, and if Alfred will think Arthur is the right one too.
AU: Omegaverse AU, Cowboy AU
Warnings: This will be a slow start fic kinda. In later chapters there will be NSFW content but for now just expect fluff and awkwardness.

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The Dream of the Foundling - Part 5

Summary: After tragedy strikes the kingdom of Agora, Prince James is faced with impossible task of finding a suitor for himself. Which only becomes ten times harder when he falls for his servant.
Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of blood, death, angst, sadness.
Word Count: 1,009
Author’s Note: Sorry for any hearts broken in the making of this part, including my own. I promise it’ll be a little less… heartbreaking in the next part… well kinda.

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Distraction - 11 (Harrison Reader)

Part One

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Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

Part Six

Part Seven

Part Eight

Part Nine

Part Ten

“You looked at Caitlin, “What do you need me to do?” She didn’t answer and just handed hookups to you as she began working on Barry. You nodded hooking up the monitors. 

“He’s stable…” She finally muttered, “He’s stabilizing.”

Relief spread through your shoulders as you looked at Barry. This was all so messed up.

You jumped as Joe started yelling at Harrison followed by pinning him up against the door frame, “Enough!”

“This is not helping!” Caitlin shouted.

“Joe stop!” Cisco put his arm on Joe’s shoulder and looked at Harrison, “Who’s Jesse?”

You looked at Harrison’s expression change his mouth falling open as he stepped toward Cisco. You caught bits of the conversation after he said, “She’s my daughter…”

Then the accusations started to fly. You sat down looking at Barry watching his chest rise and fall slowly. Your hand came to your forehead rubbing it slowly, thoughts racing through your mind.

After he left, the accusations continued to fly. Finally you stood up talking long strides to leave. Cisco watched you, “Y/N?”

“Just…I need…space.” You raised your hand stopping further questions. You didn’t know what you were going to say to him, you just knew that you had to talk to him.

You watched him stare at the screen already working on some problem to save his daughter. You put a smile on you face walking in slowly.

“Your…daughter’s name is Jesse?” He looked over at you unsure of how to respond, so you did it for him, “It’s a pretty name…I’m sure her mother picked it right?”

He swallowed, “It was a joint effort…”

You nodded crossing your arms, “She must be very bright to be your daughter…”

“What do want?” He put his glasses on the table abruptly, “What do you want hear?”

“Why didn’t you just tell us when we asked? I know they asked you what you were doing here and you said Zoom…When I asked you, you said Barry’s speed.” You stepped toward him looking down into his eyes, “While all technically true…Why couldn’t you just say, ‘I screwed up and my daughter is kidnapped…please help me…’”

He stared at you for a moment before looking away, “I don’t know you…”

“Don’t…” He looked at you shaking your head, “You know me…you can argue as much as you want about the differences, but the moment you looked me in the eyes…You knew you could trust me. I would’ve vouched for you.”

“Why?” He stood up throwing his hands out, “I’ve given you no reason to trust me…and the man you knew apparently was just as much a liar as I am.”

“Because I knew our Wells.” You told him tearing up pushing a finger into his chest, “I knew him, and as much as he lied to us all and tried to ruin everything between myself and him…He loved me…and you look at me the same way.”

He swallowed staring you down, “That doesn’t mean anything…”

“Keep telling yourself that.” You frowned stepping back slowly, “I would’ve helped you…no let me rephrase that, I will help you.”

“Why?” He asked quickly as you turned away.

“Because I love you.” You snapped looking at him at him. A tear finally escaped and slid down your cheek, “God dammit…I have tried to move on away from you. Not..you but…then I saw you. I could see the difference immediately. As rigid as you tried to be there is a kindness in your eyes…and now I know it’s because of Jesse and I crave it…So yes…I will help you get your daughter back to ensure that kindness survives.”

He wiped a hand over his face trying to remain composed, “I can’t…let anything happen to her. I can’t lose her.”

You nodded stepping up to him taking his hands in yours, “They will never trust you, not after this…but look into my eyes and tell me you are not with Zoom.”

He looked at you frowning at the accusation, “I don’t…I screwed up, but I never wanted this…”

“That’s not saying it…” You shook your head. You needed to hear it.

He sighed looking directly into your eyes, “I’m not with Zoom.”

You smiled at him sadly, “Then know that I am with you, and I will do whatever I can to get them to help you. We get your daughter back.”

He watched you let go of his hands and begin to turn away. Before you got to far he grabbed your hand  pulling you back gently, leaning down finding your mouth with his.

It didn’t take you long to adjust the sudden change in momentum. His mouth was like fire against yours and it was a heat that you’d been needing for months.

He parted from you chest moving up and down as the stepped away, “Thank you…”

You opened your eyes breathless nodding, “…R…right… of course.” There was a small glint in his eyes as you licked your lips that taste lingering on your lips, “I have to go…check on Barry…Please don’t do anything stupid. Unless it involves something along what just happened.”

You turned biting your bottom lip the image of his eye brows raising engraved into your mind. This was going to be a problem.

Next Door - AU Series - Part 3

Dean x Reader

What happens when Dean Winchester moves next door?

A/N: Dean is officially the best neighbor ever! @kbrand0  @mrswhozeewhatsis @shortandawkward94 @dashing-through-the-nope @fluffy-winchesters @priestly-winchested @getyourrocksalt @livsly11 @teamfreewilllovesyou

[Part 1 - Part 2]

Someone was knocking. Could it be him? 

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DEAN AND CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS

Captain Jack flirting shamelessly and fighting wonderfully and Dean getting flustered but trying to remain composed and Jack laughing and buying him a drink and would you look at that I’m sobbing

anonymous asked:

Can you do an BTS reaction to their crush getting out of an abusive relationship but she still has feelings for the abusive ex. I hope that made sense!! I am sorry if it didn't! :((

Taehyung:

Originally posted by yoongichii

Taehyung would be shocked, never expecting to hear you confess your lingering feelings for such an ass. His shock would quickly turn into worry, worrying if you were alright.
“What?!”


Jimin:

Originally posted by jjks

Jimin would be mad. Mad at your ex for treating you like shit and mad at you for caring for someone so vulgar. He’d be mad at himself too, mad he wasn’t able to make you like him instead, mad knowing he couldn’t show you how you deserved to be treated.
“Are you serious?”


Yoongi:

Originally posted by jeonsshi

In front of you Yoongi would try to remain composed, his nostrils flaring, a roll of his eyes. However, alone he’d panic, disgusted and hurt you thought of such a man in such a way. He’d know he’d need to have a serious talk with you.


Jin:

Originally posted by jinakin

Jin would keep his feelings to himself, instead acting as a counselor. He’d want to know more, he’d want to talk you out of ever going back to your ex, he’d want to show you your true worth.
“Why do you like him? You should move on.”


Namjoon:

Originally posted by jenorise

Namjoon would be upset no doubt. He’d be disappointed in you, even angry. He’d know he shouldn’t be, it’s not your fault, but he can’t help but rage to himself in frustration. 
“You’re unbelievable.”


Jungkook:

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jungkook would be stunned. He’d be heartbroken, hurt that you would rather care for a douche than a friend like him. He’d most likely slump into a phase of sadness and heartbreak, frustrated the world was so unfair.
“Oh…”


Hoseok:

Originally posted by jimentos

Hoseok would hate it, his brows knitting together, a look of disgust coming across his features. He’d be disappointed in you, unable to understand how you could still care for such a monstrous person.
“You deserve better.”