was too afraid to even walk in the grass when we lived there

*Wildflowers* Peter Parker x Agro!Reader

[REQUESTED BY ANON] –> super late I’m sorry

Summary: Life can get complicated after finding out that you have special abilities, but you can still return to normality with the right person.(reader has plant controlling abilities aka agrokinesis)

Word Count: 1409

Status: Unedited.

Originally posted by wondersgal

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bringing the war home (a series for the women of the mcu)

depends on where you’re standing
(a sharon carter story)

Some aunts take you to mass, but Sharon’s took her to the shooting range. 

Sharon Carter grew up knowing the feel of bullets in her fingers, not rosaries. She learned Mandarin, German and Japanese, not Latin, because Latin was a dead language and Sharon, even at eight, knew her work would be for the living. 

all things to all people all of the time
(a natasha romanoff story)

The Winter Soldier did not leave witnesses, but he had left her by that cliff outside of Odessa. Was Natasha an exception? Or did she not count as a witness? Had he looked at her and seen the same black button eyes reflected back at him, the on/off switch, the tick of clockwork?

Years later, Natasha watched the Soldier slam into the freeway concrete. The bullet holes in her abdomen had healed, and she knew this thing did not consider itself a person.

They were animate objects, both of them, useless in the witness stand. He hadn’t pulled the car transmission out, after all, hadn’t stripped the cell phone in the victim’s pocket, or shot up the rocks at the side of that road outside Odessa. He hadn’t shot her. He had left her there, breathing, and the Winter Soldier didn’t leave witnesses.

On cold nights, Natasha dreamed of ballerinas: porcelain, exquisite, their ribs jutting out stark under their skin.

that’s my official statement
(a maria hill story) (podfic here!)

The helicarrier rumbled under her feet and Fury ran a fond hand along one metal wall, like Coulson did with that car of his, the way Sharon stood in the Triskelion and nearly glowed. 

Fury called it cancer once, after Loki’s attack was over, once Barton was back in the fold and New York saved. Maria kept in step behind him as Fury walked the helicarrier halls, reviewed the damage, as he mourned.

“No, sir,” she said. “Just war.”

on the verge of understanding something extraordinary
(a jane foster story)

“Jane, you’re an astrophysicist, not a storm chaser,” said Erik Selvig, and he was wrong. She was just an astrophysicist too.

my heart has no place in this
(a lady sif story)

Sif put on her armor in cold mornings and thought, “Once I wished for this.” What did she wish for now?

No matter. She was tired. She was mourning. But she could imagine no life but this. Any other life would make her pale and fade. This one made her burn, iron at the heart of a flame, the heart of a star, and she could imagine no other way worth living.

i am not dying for six college credits
(a darcy lewis story)

On a stormy desert night, a roaring giant of a man turned to Darcy Lewis and she tasered him in the chest.

She didn’t hesitate, wince, or apologize.

If you don’t want to get electrocuted by a civilian Midgardian, don’t charge at her on a dark and stormy night. Dangerous things come in small packages.

You’d think Loki’s brother would know that—but, ah, yes, back then Thor still had a lot to learn.

let the girl go
(a melinda may story)

The Cavalry once killed twenty men with a single pistol, they say.

Or maybe it was fifty.

The Cavalry once killed a hundred men, they say, on other days, around other campfires, these future agents of SHIELD, these gossipy children. On horseback, they tell the freshmen, and snicker. A hundred men.

The number trips off the tongue. The methods vary, the numbers, and they all trip off the tongue easily—what is twenty dead villains? A hundred? A good day’s work. We’re the heroes, after all.

Fifty, twenty, a hundred—they’re all just syllables. All just sizes of victories, not a careful count of gasping faces.

The Cavalry killed twenty—fifty—a hundred men, and Melinda May saw the light go out of each of them.

As a child, Melinda used to steal the plastic lid off the kitchen trash can, mount it on one arm, and charge out into the backyard to save the world with her plastic shield.

i made a name for myself
(another natasha romanoff story)
(incorporates age of ultron)

Clint taught his kids handstands and cartwheels from his circus days. They play-wrestled in the grass until Cooper decided he was done with this whole physical contact thing, or until they knocked Clint’s hearing aids out.

Natasha taught the kids to throw knives into fence posts, and pretended those skills were from a circus or lazy country summer days, too.

about damn time
(a story for hope van dyne)

Hope van Dyne was scared of heights from age seven onwards. The first time she had to get on a plane (age ten), she sat stony-faced, staring out the window, not looking at her father, the half-moons of her nails biting deep into her chubby palms. When she was thirteen years old, she asked her father for flying lessons.

That should have been her first hint, that when she asked for flying lessons for her birthday, he did not automatically realize this was about her mother. 

But perhaps– perhaps even if it had been true, the airplane crash, perhaps her father still would not have understood. He was not the kind of man who found the things he feared most, tracked them down, and then slew them with their own poison.

i can tell the difference
(a story for laura barton)

Laura hadn’t fallen for Clint first; she had been struck first, though. And, yes, she had heard all the possible jokes about Cupid and his arrows, thank you very much for your contribution.

But it was still true: she hadn’t fallen first. Laura had been struck, first, curious about this boy—distracted, rumpled, so very human—and his perfect, perfect aim. You don’t get perfect marksmanship by being born with it.

Laura sat forward the first time she saw him, this circus kid who gulped from a stained coffee cup before stumbling onstage and proceeding to take eighteen perfect shots, with three different bows, four of them without even looking.

Laura leaned forward. These things were not gifts.

everybody is afraid of something
(a story for wanda maximoff)

In an open-air cafe in Lagos, Nigeria, Wanda had close-bitten, black-painted nails. She put real sugar in her coffee. When she said we, these days, she did not always mean Pietro. But, sometimes, she did. 

The Adventures of Todd and Granny

(Alternatively: “I Saw Granny Ethel with the Devil”)

Part I | Part II


Grocery Store



Todd the demon is a he, now, if only because Granny Ethel insists upon using copious ‘Dear boy, keep trying and ‘Atta boy!’ critiques to varying degrees depending on how well his needlework, crochet, and knitting attempts progress.

Gender isn’t a concept the demon concerned himself with before. If Todd had been, say, a girl named Tonya, he supposes he’d be a she instead. If Todd had been gender-neutral and properly communicated with his grandmother, he supposes she would call him they or child, appropriately. Granny Ethel isn’t one to discriminate. Even when she properly wears her glasses and sees his obviously un-Todd-like appearance, only shaking her head and smiling with a good-natured “kids these days” on her lips. But he wouldn’t mind if Granny Ethel called him boy, girl, thing, or abomination, so long as she stayed happy.

Granny Ethel is a patient woman. Todd simply can’t understand why or how she’d become the black sheep of her family, especially after a full week of living with her hospitality. Through the constant baked goods and the modest but satisfying three-meals-a-day; the careful (oh-so-careful) dusting of trinkets and bookshelves with tiny cloths and feather dusters not fit for large claws, which he insists upon doing while she looks on in worry before brewing more coffee; the midday television re-run breaks spent sealing cash donations into envelopes and discussing human rights issues instead of watching old shows, he simply can’t think of her as anything but a paragon of her kind.

It’s a problem with them, he concludes. Not her.

It isn’t a decision he makes lightly.

Spending such a brief time with her, he’s already learned so much more about humans than he ever would have cared to know, beyond perceiving them as vessels or a means to an end. There is much suffering in the world—sometimes even more than that in Hell—but there is also kindness.

He’s known that, but he witnesses it first hand during their first trip outside of Granny Ethel’s home.

“Come, now, Todd, we have much shopping to do. I’m afraid my pantry isn’t stocked appropriately for the upcoming food donation drive and I can’t just skip it this month.”

Todd remembers addressing an envelope to the local food bank—most people would stop there, figuring their good deed was done.

“I also have to stock up on this week’s groceries. Feel free to buy whatever you want, dear. I can cook anything, you know! At least, I try. I suppose you’d like some snacks, too. But I am so glad you’re here; think of all the bags we can carry between the two of us!”

There is no car in Granny Ethel’s driveway, or a garage to store it. He wonders how they’re going to make it to the grocery store as he waits for her to lock the door behind them, as she hobbles down the two small concrete steps with her cane in hand.

It isn’t until she’s halfway down the sidewalk that he realizes they’re walking. In public.

An old crone in black and a demon at her side, wearing a handmade shawl so lovingly stitched with various, terrifying occult symbols.

He isn’t the only one who sees a problem with this—the neighbor’s dog, a small, bug-eyed thing, yaps indignantly at them from the front lawn as it bounces around the dewy grass at its owner’s feet, soon erupting in warning yowls and howls, before falling silent mid-yip when Todd locks eyes with it. The neighbor—Maurice, if he remembers Granny Ethel’s gossip correctly—stands frozen, watering can dangling limp from his hand as he overwaters the begonias at his feet, mouth hanging open in undignified disbelief.

“Good morning, Maurice!” Granny Ethel calls with unmitigated cheer, and a hint of pride. “Nice morning, isn’t it? Oh! Have you met my wonderful grandson Todd? He finally came to visit! We’re going shopping now. Will you watch my house?”

Maurice simply stares, dumb with shock.

Halfway down the block, another neighbor’s car brakes with a squeal before they make it out of the driveway and they stick their head out of the window to gape.

Shutters crack open. Curtains are shoved aside.

Before Todd knows it, they are the cul-de-sac’s center of attention.

Granny Ethel doesn’t pay it any mind and continues obliviously on, waving to each face in turn as those faces pale, yet hers remains rosy.

“My, such a busy day today. I haven’t seen everyone out like this since the Fourth of July block party. Oh, if you’re still here during summer, Todd, we should definitely take part. Maybe we should start knitting an American flag for the occasion. What do you think?”

He can only nod.




They make it to the grocery store without incident—aside from the broken fire hydrant caused by a distracted driver and the one, single person who ran away screaming, and the handful that crossed themselves, and the one person bold enough to snap a picture with their phone before Todd grabbed it from their hands and threw it while Granny Ethel wasn’t looking, too distracted with how well the city’s roadside flowers were blooming—and Todd, ever the gentledemon, takes a small shopping cart from its line and trails behind Granny Ethel as she consults the list taken from her purse.

As expected, those within the store stop and stare. Even the calming elevator music jolts to a pause.

A young man in an employee vest, who looks high, shoots Todd the demon-horn hand sign and smiles before swaggering away to the frozen food aisle, and the manager meekly approaches them, skirting around a fresh fruit display.

“Ma’am, is there—is there something I can—do you need help?” he asks, sweating from his receding hairline to his neck as he tugs at his collar and straightens his frumpy tie.

“Oh! I’m so glad you asked. I didn’t see any sales circulars by the door—what kind of specials are on right now? Particularly on things like pizzas and cereals and whatever else young men like to eat.” Granny Ethel leans in close to the man, close enough to loudly whisper, “See, my grandson here is a quiet, shy boy despite his appearance, and I don’t think he’d ask me himself, but I bet he’d love to get some junk food to snack on between meals.”

The manager’s eyes widen, blood-shot, as he looks to Todd, who only smiles—which comes off as terrifying, he’s certain, with all the sharp teeth and red eyes involved.

“S-SURE! Junk food. Right. Um—uh, w-well, I think there’s a BOGO—buy one get one free—deal on the frozen pizzas. Uh…most cereals are marked down right now…th-there’s a sale on potato chips…hot dogs…” His voice trails off, too burdened with trembles and fear as he continues to hold Todd’s gaze. “And—you know, I’m sure some other employee can help you, ma’am. I’m not one anymore as of this moment. I QUIT.” That said, he yanks the flimsy plastic nametag from his shirt and runs for the door, followed by half of the shoppers who abandon their carts and drop their baskets, scattering groceries everywhere.

Granny Ethel watches him go, then sighs. “He must have been overworked and stressed. I almost walked out on a job a long time ago for the same reasons, but I needed it. You be careful of corporate America, Todd.”

He takes her words to heart, and he fully agrees.

Shoppers that remain in the grocery mart avoid them at all costs as they meander through the frozen food section, the bread aisle, the junk food corner—and Granny Ethel pays them no mind, filling the cart to the brim with refills of groceries she needs back at home and treats she thinks Todd needs more of in his life. He supposes he does, if she says he does. Far be it from him to contradict her adolescent-savvy wisdom.

Even so, the single shopping cart is far too small for all of the spoils—halfway through the shopping list, he finds them in need of another. It isn’t an issue. Many are left scattered, abandoned, around almost every corner. By the end of the list, both carts are full to the brim, and Granny Ethel is simply beaming.

The checkout lines are deserted—they have their pick. Although only one station is manned by a clerk, and it greatly narrows their choice.

As Todd wheels the two shopping carts to the register, he recognizes the young employee from before, who once again shoots him the demon-horn hand symbol.

“Love your poncho, dude,” Sam (as his nametag reads) comments with a bit of a tired drawl, and there are dark shadows under his eyes as expected from an overworked youth on minimum wage, but he is otherwise energetic, quickly scanning each of the items set on the conveyor belt, and smiling at demon and old woman in turn. “Did the little lady here knit that for you?”

“Crocheted!” Granny Ethel corrects with a grin, preening like a proud parakeet. “It does suit him, doesn’t it? Of course, I would never make something that didn’t suit my dear grandson. He must always be well-dressed.”

“You seem like a really supportive gramma. That’s cool. When I was in my super hardcore death metal phase, mine just dragged me to church every Sunday.” A digital beep accompanies nearly every word as he skillfully rings up each grocery down the line.

“Oh, I would never do that. Mainly because I no longer belong to a church. And also because Todd seems so averse to discussing Bible passages, so I never force him.”

At this, Todd gives a wry smile. He places the final handful of groceries onto the conveyor belt and sidles around Granny to the other side of the checkout, bagging the groceries that have already been scanned. It seems the official bag boy has fled in fright.

“I can imagine. Never one for religion, myself. Oh, and you’re eligible for the senior citizen’s discount, so let me just…” Sam pauses a moment to key in a code on the register and it dings. “Aaand, there. Your total comes out to $204.56. Stocking up for the winter already? It’s only March.”

“Oh, dear, no. Half of this is for the food drive!” Granny Ethel chuckles good-naturedly as she leans her cane against the counter and digs through her small pocketbook and produces a checkbook, then dives back in to search for her favorite pen.

Sam turns to Todd while awaiting payment. “By the way, dude, that costume is killer. I’ve never seen anything so realistic, with the added bonus that you scared the boss away! Totally made my day. My week, even.”

Todd gives a nod, happy to be of service, even if it isn’t a costume. He can’t exactly say it aloud. Perhaps one day he’ll learn how to speak English coherently, but for now nonverbal cues work just fine.

Finally, Granny Ethel finds her pink, plastic jewel-encrusted ballpoint pen and makes out a check to DeVille-Mart, even going so far as to take one of the heavier paper bags for herself, never one to make Todd carry all of the groceries himself. “You have a wonderful day, young man. Thank you.”

“Y’all have a great day, too, Ma’am.” Sam offers a toothy smile, and it seems sincere enough as he sees them off with a lazy wave “Hope to be seeing you shop here again.”

Todd isn’t so sure they’ll ever return once upper management hears about this visit, but it’s nice to know they are accepted by at least one individual.

“Now, Todd, let’s get to the food bank. We have such a long day ahead of us. But there’s a reward at the end of it—I bought ingredients specifically for chocolate turtle brownies!”

If the visit to the food bank is in any way similar to this excursion—and it will be, he decides, as yet another gawking driver’s car slow-collides with the corner vending machine when they pass through the automatic doors—they have a long day ahead of them, indeed.

A Vampire’s Bite

Prompt: 33. “Bite me.” “If you insist.”
Genre: fluff
Word count: 1265
Summary: Baz has a bad day and he’s had enough of pretending to hate Simon.


That’s it. I’m done. I’m so fucking done with everything.

Life isn’t so kind to me at the best of times, but I can’t help but feel there are days when it’s just feeling particularly cruel. (The universe is a sadist. Everybody knows that.)

I was going to ask my father whether I could stay at Watford over the Easter Holidays. I was thinking I could (maybe) spend some time with Simon since we’re on a truce and I think we’re almost friends. (Snow would never call me his friend. Doesn’t stop me from considering him mine.)
So I rang my father. And he said he needed me to come home. Not because he loves me so much, but because we need to take time to plan. (Jokes on me, after all. Apparently Snow wasn’t so far off, accusing me of plotting.)

“Basilton,” he said. “You’re a man now. I think it’s time for you to make a move. As long as we still have the advantage of you being Simon Snow’s room mate, we have to benefit from it. So let’s strike now before it’s too late.”
Make a move? I would love to make a move, but not the kind he has in mind. (Not really. Snow would end me if I tried anything. But maybe that’s for the best.)

I’m afraid he’ll ask me to kill Snow. Not now, perhaps, but one day. He doesn’t know it, but he’d be sending me to die. (Because I have to do as he tells me, and I’ll start a fight with Snow, and I’ll lose that fight. I’ll make sure of that.)

I’m so angry. I feel now more than ever that I don’t want any of that to happen. I don’t want to hurt Snow. I like our truce, I like being almost-friends. He’s ruining all of that. And I’m sick of having no say in that, I’m sick of being powerless, I’m sick of playing my role as “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch”. The son of Natasha Pitch. Who fights for the old families. Who hates the Mage. Who is Simon Snow’s enemy and will kill him one day or die trying. I don’t want to be that any more. Because guess what? “Tyrannus Basilton Grimm-Pitch” is a fucking prick.

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one last try || lacrosse week

Author: @dylanobsessed
Prompt/request: aye !!!! this was written for @rememberstilinski && @sarcasticallystilinski‘s lacrosse week and i loved the whole concept of it so much. thanks for doing and i hope y’all enjoy the story !!
Warning: swearing and i’m pretty sure that is it 
Pairing: stiles x reader
Notes: shout out to @sincerelystiles for helping me with the little bump i came across in the story and being such a gem !!
Words: 6,585 ( i got really into this okay i’m not even sorry )

I stood there.

Watching him.

I had the lacrosse stick in my hands and my knuckles were turning white from the anticipation of eyes witnessing his body run forward and give his best efforts to make a goal but once again, fate got involved and it’s another miss. Each time it became more difficult to witness how defeated he looked after missing a shot, how he would stand in the background feeling envious of everyone on the team, and how he looked let down by his lack of skills. He tossed his helmet onto the ground which was followed by his stick and various angry words were thrown into the air.

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am i talking to myself?

“can anybody hear me?”

warnings: blood, murder, suicide

Jack didn’t know where he was. Well, physically he knew. He could see his office, the camera that had run out of battery, the ring light that was still flickering ominously, the screen of his monitor indicating that he he been recording for the last hour. The thing is, he couldn’t touch any of it. He couldn’t get up to see what was wrong with the light. He couldn’t go to the monitor to look back at the footage he had no recollection of recording. Was he dead? Had he finally snapped?

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when your town's urban legends kinda suck
  • Rebellious Teen: My dad used to tell me this legend about a guy from around these parts who wore a pig-mask and was always carrying a baseball bat. He said that if you saw him, he would give you two riddles. If you got one right, he'd whack you with his bat and chase you off. If you got both right, he'd give you anything you desire. And if you get both wrong, well, you'd become a part of his mask.
  • Lethargic Teen: Wow, so was he like magical?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: I mean, he could give you anything you desire so he has to be kinda magical.
  • Rebellious Teen: That's pretty much implied.
  • Lethargic Teen: Then why'd you say you don't know?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know.
  • Lethargic Teen: Also, does making you a part of his mask mean that he like shrinks you down so you're a very tiny person and he tapes you to the mask? Or is it more grisly in that he kills you and takes a patch of your skin to be a part of his mask?
  • Rebellious Teen: I don't know. We didn't come out here to talk about the logistics of this dude. We're here to see if he's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawns* But, he's probably not real.
  • Rebellious Teen: Ugh! I know he's probably not real, but it's creepy and fun to think he is. Have you ever heard of fun?
  • Lethargic Teen: If I wanted to have creepy fun, I'd be at home playing Resident Evil which I much prefer to standing out here in these smelly woods.
  • Rebellious Teen: Can you chill for like two seconds and maybe enjoy your time out instead of being so damn pedantic?
  • Lethargic Teen: I don't even know what pedantic means. I'm legitimately too dumb to know.
  • *sound of footsteps on grass*
  • Rebellious Teen: Shit! Hide! *pushes lethargic teen beneath the bushes and peaks out to see who's coming*
  • Lethargic Teen: It sucks down here.
  • Rebellious Teen: *whispering* Shut the fuck up.
  • Lethargic Teen: You have a fat ass. Have we known each other for long enough that I can casually call your ass fat in a non-sexual way. Because you have a really fat ass and I'm only just noticing now.
  • Rebellious Teen: If you don't shut the fuck up right now, I'm going to literally choke you to death. But thanks. My ass is fat.
  • Pig-Mask: *walks by dragging a baseball bat attached to a leash behind him*
  • Rebellious Teen: Oh, fuck. He's real.
  • Lethargic Teen: It's probably just some guy dressed like him.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm going to confront him!
  • Lethargic Teen: You're gonna get killed maybe. I don't know.
  • Rebellious Teen: *hops out of the bushes* Hey, pig-mask!
  • Pig-Mask: *slightly glances behind him* ...Oh, bother.
  • Rebellious Teen: I know all about you. So... uhh...
  • Pig-Mask: Can we just get this over with. I want to go home.
  • Rebellious Teen: Uhm.
  • Lethargic Teen: *crawls out of the bushes*
  • Rebellious Teen: What do I do?
  • Lethargic Teen: Iunno. You're the one who knows the legend.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, but the legend doesn't really say how you're supposed to go about confronting the guy.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh yeah, I'm supposed to ask you guys two questions.
  • Lethargic Teen: Two questions each?
  • Pig-Mask: I'm really tired so you guys can share two. One for each of you.
  • Rebellious Teen: I'm fucking fired-up! Shoot those damn riddles at me! I don't care! I'm not afraid of you!
  • Pig-Mask: Please don't yetll. Here is my first riddle: Who is the uhh... what is... uhm... what day is it?
  • Lethargic Teen: Wednesday.
  • Pig-Mask: Hmm... is that right? *looks down at baseball bat* Is today Wednesday?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, today's Wednesday. Congratulations you got it right.
  • Lethargic Teen: That wasn't a riddle.
  • Rebellious Teen: Seriously, that was just a super easy question.
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, bother... I guess your second test will have to be a riddle. Oh, bother. Let me get out my riddle book. *digs in his pants* Bother, bother, bother, bother... here we go.
  • Pig-Mask: *opens his tiny book* Okay, so... this one's not good. This one is kind of racist. I don't think this one is in English. Whatever. *tosses book* Here is your second riddle. What day is it?
  • Rebellious Teen: You asked that already!
  • Pig-Mask: Yeah, I did. Sorry... I guess. *sighs*
  • Lethargic Teen: *yawn* This guys sucks.
  • Rebellious Teen: Yeah, dude! You really fucking suck!
  • Pig-Mask: Sorry, my dad was a lot cooler. I have depression and anxiety and stuff. I haven't really been in any sort of mood recently, y'know. Feels like nothing even matters anymore.
  • Rebellious Teen: It really was a waste of time coming out here. Come on. Let's go home.
  • Lethargic Teen: Finally, can you carry me there?
  • Rebellious Teen: Sure, hop in my arms.
  • Lethargic Teen: *hops on up and smooches rebellious teen right on the cheeks* I'm going to pass out in your arms now. *goes limp*
  • Rebellious Teen: Goddamn, you're heavy. Why did I agree to do this? *waddles away*
  • Pig-Mask: Ah, their relationship is so wholesome. I wonder what it feels like to carry another human?
  • Baseball Bat: *wan* *wan*!
  • Pig-Mask: No, like a living human. Also, since when can you bark like a dog and stuff.
  • Baseball Bat: *gone*
  • Pig-Mask: Oh, you weren't real. *cocks head to the side* I wonder where I got this leash from? Just another of the mysteries of the world, I guess.
Sleeping Monsters

Prompt: 8. “You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1338
Summary: It’s fifth year and Simon and Baz get into a fight.


Anger. What Simon felt boiling up in his chest was painful, rough anger, the raw kind that tears you up on the inside. It was mixed with a bitter sort of hatred that made him squint his eyes and clench his fist, pressing his nails into his palm as though he could crush his problems somehow that way. It made his breath go slow and his face go red.

And it was all Baz’ fault. Of course. (Everything was. And saying that was easy; it’s nice to have someone to blame. It’s nice to release your bottled up anger onto a target.)

Baz sneered at him. He never lost his temper. Even in fights he always seemed in control of himself, always kept that cold look on himself. (And he would smile after you beat him. One time Simon had got him and punched him square over the nose, but Baz still dragged his lips up. Even then, he’d do everything to maintain a position of superiority. And succeeded in doing so. The damn tosser.)

‘You’re pathetic,’ Baz spat.

The worst part was that Simon could feel, he could feel how his magic was almost overflowing, how it prickled underneath his skin. Simon knew that they were going to have to fight each other to death one day, but he still couldn’t shake the feeling that they would end this way, that it was Baz’ aim to just take them both down at once. Because he seemed to want nothing more than to make Simon go off and why if not to kill them both?
They were outside, on the back of the Mummer’s house, out of everybody else’s view and out of the safety of their room.

Simon lurched forward and pressed his arm against Baz’ neck. Baz didn’t move, just grinned at him. He knew exactly how to provoke Simon best. (He knew him better than anyone else.)
'Snow, everybody knows you’re practically obsessed with me. Why do you follow me around everywhere? Almost seems like you have a crush on me.’

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2 • silk blanquets

Content: Vampire!Au, Angel!Au, Demon!Au | 18+ violence and gore

Genre: angst | smut | fluff

Word Count: 2k

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A/N: OMELAS HI. Guys seriously, I’m so fckin done with bts and their concepts, but anyways I hope you like this piece of beauty vampire jimin

Originally posted by fyibts

love is a rose with too many spikes

He is closer than he should be. He’s so close that I can see the murderer shine is his eyes. For a moment I thought he was bruised – His clothes indicated that. But realizing that the blood wasn’t his made me shiver and my instinct told me to run. I wish it was possible. He has me trapped between the wall and his body. And it’s colder than it should be. His eyes were scanning my body and for a moment he glanced at me. 

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Love you more - Jimin scenario

A/N: Okay so I’ve suddenly got major Jimin feels and somehow this song got me more Jimin feels so I will drown you guys  in the Jimin feels too. Listen to this song while reading this to experience it full. Have fun!

(Racoon - Love you more. Seriously this song is always giving me the feels ugghh)

Genre: Angst/ Happy ending (woooohoooooo!)

Wordcount: 2.9 k

Originally posted by kookies-for-taehyung


It wasn’t what you could call a beautiful day, well that was what most people thought but to you it couldn’t be more perfect. It was lovely enough to lay down in the meadow between the dandelions to look at the clouds floating by. To feel the grass tickling your skin as the wind softly blew. Your eyes wandered back to look out of the window from the taxi, seeing people walking past as they all seemed to be in a rush. Not even sparing a glance at one another as they wanted to reach their destination as fast as they can. No one seemed to smile and you knew that out of all these people marching past, one just one would have still dreams, working for it to come true as the others just lived to work. At least that is what you read on their faces as you scanned each one of them.

Shaking your head in disagreement, your eyes found the blue sky again, blue surrounded by white patches, going on an adventure. you leaned your head against the window as your thoughts wandered back to a couple of months ago.


You were exhausted and all you wanted was to get home, leave your jacket, shoes and purse somewhere in a corner so you could plant your face in the couch and maybe, maybe your boyfriend was home and nice enough to cuddle with you as you both would rant about your day  but that was thrown out of the window when loud voices filled your ears once you opened the door. Letting out a sigh, you took of your shoes and put them neatly next to the others. You threw your purse and jacket in the corner and dropped the housekeys on the table.

Before entering the living room, you ruffled your hair and shook your head to get rid of the irritation which was already starting to boil. You noticed how you were never alone with Jimin anymore. He always brought someone with and left with them too, telling you he needed to get up early to practice and you understood that but it hurt. As if he was trying to distance from you, as if he was afraid to be alone with you.

‘’Hey guys.’’ You greeted them while you walked over to the kitchen to make some tea. ‘’Oh hello y/n.’’ Seokjin greeted you back with a smile who was sitting on the kitchen table, typing away on the laptop. Hoseok, Namjoon and Yoongi welcomed you back too but the other three just mumbled a ‘’hi’’  too much into the game to really acknowlegde your presence.

When you finally had put the water in the kettle, you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned down against the kitchen table, hoping the water would boil soon, so you could retreat in your bedroom,already feeling the pounding of your headache.

‘’I’m sorry y/n.’’ The sudden apology from Yoongi who had sat down at the kitchentable to join you and Seokjin surprised you. ‘’What do you mean?’’ You furrowed your eyebrows not understanding why he was apologizing. ‘’I can tell you’re not really happy with us being here.’’ he shrugged, turning around in his chair so he could face you. ‘’I mean, I understand.’’ Yoongi quickly continued as he saw the guilt written on your face. ‘’You must be tired and than you’re not waiting for a bunch of people lounging in your house.’’

You pouted your lips, feeling wrong you wanted to be alone and actually wanting them out of the house for now. ‘’It’s okay really. We understand. We were about to leave anyways.’’ Seokjin closed his laptop, stood up and patted your shoulder and gave you a reassuring smile, silently telling you, you shouldn’t feel guilty.

‘’Guys we should leave. it’s already late and we have an early schedule. So chop chop, get your shoes and jackets.’’ Seokjin announced. The rest of the boys mumbled and got up from the couch trailing behind Seokjin and Yoongi who were already in the hallway.

The waterboiler clicked, indicating the water was ready so you turned around to get your well deserved tea.

After quick goodbye’s you sat down at the table. The warmth of the tea soothing your headache and relaxing your body but that was for a short notice when you saw Jimin entering the kitchen with an annoyed look on his face. You just rolled your eyes and decided to ignore it, not wanting to fight. ‘’Did you send them away?’’ he asked you, voice laced with irritation. Turning your head around to look at him, you saw him standing with his back against the fridge, looking pissed. ‘’What’s wrong Jimin?’’ you sounded exhausted, your voice monotone. ‘’Well did you send them away or not?’’

‘’No I did not.’’ you answered his question and turned back to sip from your tea. ‘’And besides it’s my house so what if I did?’’ you added, getting annoyed aswell. ‘’Oh that’s just nice y/n. That doesn’t give you the right to do whatever you want’’ What was he saying? ‘’Are you fucking serious right now?’’ You raised your eyebrows in disbelief, standing up from your chair to face him.  ‘’Yes I am serious y/n. Do you see me laughing?’’ he scoffed, stepping away from the fridge to stand closer to you. ‘’unfortunately not. I wish you were because you’re being ridiculous right now. It’s my house but you’re saying I can’t do whatever I want and that I have to suck it up. wow that’s real rich of you Jimin. really. Actually it’s really funny now I think about it.’’ you laughed humorlessly.

‘’I am tired Jimin. All I wanted was to get home, get in bed to cuddle with you and coming home to 7 people in the house is not what I need at this moment. So please.. please stop this nonsense and tell me what’s wrong’’

You were mentally and physically drained. Your boss who had been yelling at you for your incorrect Korean. The clients who have been nagging all day, wanting to speak to someone else since you were having trouble with understanding them because they were speaking so fast. So this was not what you needed right now. You needed his comfort, you needed him to tell you it was alright and you were doing your best.

Rubbing your hands over your face, to ‘wipe’ away everything from today before grabbing his hand and lacing your fingers together as you smiled at him. ‘’No y/n.’’ he yanked his hands from yours and walked away. Your heart skipped a beat when he dissapeared in the hallway. Was he leaving again? ‘’Where are you going?’’ You followed him, seeing he was putting on his shoes. ‘’Are you leaving again? Seriously Jimin?’’ quickly grabbing his other shoe you retreated back to the living room. Yeah maybe you were childish but you did not want him to leave. The past couple of weeks have been hard. It seemed like you and Jimin were on difficult roads now since the only thing you have been doing is fight which always ended up in him leaving, so you did what you could think of at the moment to stop him from leaving and that was his shoe.

‘’Y/n. give me back my shoe.’’Jimin sternly said when he stood before you, reaching for it but you turned away. ‘’Not until you tell me what’s going on? We are never alone anymore and when we do, you’re always angry. Have I done something wrong? ’’ The exhaustion you felt at first had been replaced by anxiousness. This feeling you felt right now, felt not right, not right at all.

‘’Don’t be so childisch now. Give me back my shoe.’’ He ignored your questions, still trying to get it back ‘’You’re not getting it back until your answer my question Jimin.’’ it was you who sounded stern now. Demanding an answer.

‘’For fuck’s sake y/n. Give it back!’’ He slammed his hand on the table, causing the little vases to rattle. You froze from his sudden outburst as you looked at him shocked. He was heavily breathing, his face was red, his hands were clenched against his side as he looked down, his fringe hiding his eyes.

‘’J-j-jimin. I..” you didn’t know what to say. If you were honest, you got a bit scared.

‘’Just give it back.’’ He demanded cutting you of, holding his hand out, daring to look you in the eyes.

Not wanting to provoke him any further you placed his shoe in his awaiting hand but before he could turn around, you pulled him into your arms, holding him tightly. The tears that pooled in your eyes, escaped the prison now rolling down to freedom. The pain you felt in your heart was unbearable. The emotions running wildly through your body, not knowing which emotion to choose from as you felt them all. Anxious, overwhelmed, tired, love and above all heartbreak. You could hear the crack in your heart as you silently wheeped on his shoulders. One hand clutching his shirt as the other rubbed his neck.

Jimin wasn’t moving at all. He just stood there with his hands by his side.  ‘’Please come back okay? I will wait for you. You know I will. Just try to understand your feelings. It’s not wrong to feel like this Jimin. It’s human. Lots of people feel like this. You shouldn’t bottle them up, not for the sake of others. Think of yourself Jimin.. you know I’ve been telling you this so please listen to me for once hmm?’’ You rambled on. ‘’It’s okay. You will be fine.’’ you sushed him, well you tried to comfort yourself more with those last words, knowing when the door clicked shut, your heart would drop but since it was for his happiness, you could handle it, you had to handle it. You catched on, finally understanding what was going through his head when you saw the hurt and confusion in his eyes.

You were so into comforting him and yourself, you did not notice that he wrapped his arms around you and buried his face in the crook of your neck. ‘’I’m sorry y/n.. I really am. I don’t know how to feel right now. I still like you but.. but for some reason it feels different than before and I’m confused.’’ Jimin softly spoke when he felt you stop rubbing his neck. He sounded a bit shaky and his arms felt suffocating instead of comforting what you hoped for.

Pulling away from the hug, you held him at arm distance. You just looked at him with a sad smile, tracing his cheek with your indexfinger, feeling the soft skin on yours as you tried to remember how he feels. “Now put on your stupid shoe and go. I will be waiting, yeah?” you giggled through your tears to lighten up the mood a little.

‘’I’m..’’

‘’No Jimin, please don’t say anything.’’ you started,not wanting to hear another apology. Cause what was he apologizing for? People don’t apologize in this kind of situations. You just watched him getting himself ready to leave.

You could see he didn’t know what to do. Jimin was fumbling with the strings on his jacket, ready to leave but not quite yet.

‘’Just so you know.. It’s not a break up it’s just that..’’ He paused, slowly walking over to you as his hands fell on your shoulders. ‘’I still like you I really do but to figure somethings out I think time apart will do us good.’’ he finished, showing you a light smile, squeezing your shoulders in reassurance. You nodded, sending him a little smile back. Stepping back, Jimin turned around and walked out of your house, leaving you in this empty hole.


That really were some tough 3 months. Three months without Jimin. 12 weeks without his laugh, without his voice. But you survived. He was right it had done you good. The first month you were pissed. Pissed at him. How dare he to leave your heart in that state. You couldn’t see things positive anymore. The sky wasn’t blue but grey and you hated those bright sunny days. How could the sun shine so fully and warm while you exactly felt the opposite. Scoffing at couples who dare to held eachothers hand in public and at people who dared to smile.

Yep you were pathetic the first month so you decided to leave the country for awhile and get on the first plane to your fatherland. Dropping everything to help your breathe normally once again and you were right, it had done you good. You had to get used to it at first since it had been a while you were here but eventually you got the hang of it and it went well. Yeah you still missed Jimin but not seeing his face everywhere helped you cope with this break thingy, whatever it was.

The other two monts went by quickly. You visited your family ofcourse, went to your favourite dessertshop, which was still there, luckily for you and just do things that sparked your childhood memories. And it was on that day, that you suddenly got a call from Jimin.

‘’Jimin?’’ you questioned when you saw the caller id.

‘’y/n! where the hell are you?’’ he sounded out of breath and you heard some shuffling in the background. ‘’and why are some of your stuff gone? Those drawers are pretty empty and your toothbrush is gone and so are you morning and night creams. Where the heck are you? Waa I don’t like this at all. If you are doing this to get back at me, than please stop right now because it’s working.’’ he rambled on and on. His gentle voice dripped with fear and his breathing quickened with every word he spat out.  Was he at your house? Of course he was… but did that mean? You couldn’t help but to smile at the thought.

‘’Jimin.’’ you giggled, placing your phone between your ear and shoulder, quickly running to grab your suitcase, throwing it on the bed and started to pack.

‘’Why are you laughing y/n!? This is not funny you know.’’ He whined. You assumed he sat down when you noticed his breathing seemed to be more natural. ‘’Calm down, you don’t have to worry I am already packing as we speak.’’

‘’Packing?! What do you mean packing? Where the heck are you?’’

‘’Packing as in packing Jimin. I don’t know what you’re doing when you’re packing but I am packing as in packing. You know clothes and toothbrush.’’ You jokingly explained. It was weird when he only had to say your name, your heart did backflips. ‘’and to answer your question i’m in (y/c/n). Don’t panick, I will get the very first flight to Korea. So wait for me, yeah?’’

Jimin mumbled, complaining that you were doing this on purpose, that you were an evil woman to scare him like that. After easing his worries, you uttered quick goodbye’s and jumped in the car heading to the airport.


Thanking the man for getting you safe at the house after you paid him, you snatched your lugagge of the backseat, threw the door closed and ran up to your house, your hands already searching your pockets for the keys. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and your face hurt from smiling so wide but the only thing you could think of was Jimin waiting inside your house.

Just as you wanted to put the keys in the lock, the door flew open and arms were thrown around your neck. This caused you to stumble from the sudden force and weight and well you fell down. But you didn’t care.. the familiar scent calmed your fast beating heart immediately as you finally felt whole again. The tightness of his arm around you did comfort you this time and you quickly returned the hug. ‘’I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.’’ Jimin whispered in your hair repeatedly, taking in your warmth and scent. ‘’I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for hurting you. God I missed you so much. I didn’t know what I was thinking.. I was a fucking idiot. A real fucking idiot. I’m an ass..’’ Laughing out loud, you smacked his butt to stop him from swearing at himself. ‘’Oooohh…’’ Jimin groaned. ‘’Gosh Jimin. Stop it yeah. First let’s get up. My butt is getting cold. ‘’Oh right. Of course.’’ He held your hands and hoisted you from the ground after he got of off you.

‘’Here let me wipe your butt.’’ He smirked, smacking your butt as he did so. to get ‘rid’ of the dirt. ‘’Jimin! stop it!’’ You scolded him, embarsassed because you were standing outside. ‘’Come here.’’ he said softly, cupping your neck with his hand to bring you closer. ‘’What is it?’’ you smiled, stroking his cheek in admiration. ‘’I missed you.’’ Jimin whispered and closed the gap, gently placing his lips ontop of yours. ‘

To you it felt like the first kiss all over again. Your heart exploded in little butterflies, as your stomach churned in excitement. Lips moving insync, hands gripping onto his hair as his tightened around your waist, holding your body as close as he could. The once innocent and sweet kiss turned into desperation and need. The moans that left his body aroused you more than you already were. The heat and love were overwhelming, you couldn’t take it anymore and broke the kiss lead him to sought after your lips and whined.

‘’Catch me.’’ You jumped, wrapping your arms and legs around him. ‘’Now shall we take this further inside?’’ you whispered and kissed his ear what provoked a moan out of him.

‘’I love you.’’

‘’Hmm I love you more’’


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I Hope he Likes Surprises Pt5

A/N: Emily ( @whitechocolateperfection ) is making me do this, so if no one likes it I’m blaming her lol ..  song at the beginning is ‘I’m Yours” Alessia Cara 


Originally posted by flyngdream

Y/n POV

‘But I tore down my walls

And opened my doors

And made room for one

So baby, I’m yours’

“Babe, you’ve got to stop listening to this garbage. It’s just going to make you feel worse.”

“I thought you had a class to get to?”

“Don’t you have a class?” Zoe reiterates, placing a hand on her hip. “I know you’re hurting, but you can’t stay hidden away in here forever.”

“He hasn’t come back yet, Zoe. He’s still living it up in Portland. While I’m left, trying to hold myself together.”

Even though I told him I didn’t want him to call, I expected him to. I expected him to fight harder for us, for me.

“How will it be better if you hear from him? I don’t want you to be even more hurt.” Zoe sets her backpack down.

“Zoe this is two years of my life. Two years of holidays, and birthdays, and vacations with our families. Two years of loving and being held when I was too upset to fall asleep. I don’t want to move on and be single or even find anyone else. I want him, but he cheated on me.

I’m going to hurt a lot more before I get better.” I lay back on the couch, wondering when things all went wrong.

Zoe kneels down in front of me, placing a hand on me knee. “Do you want me to stay in with you? I can miss this class?”

“Go,” I try to smile. “At least one of us needs to graduate from college. I’ll be fine.”

“Babe, are you sure?”

“Zoe, go! I promise I’ll stay busy. I have a thesis to write.”

“Wuthering Heights is on my book shelf if you need an escape. I know it’s one of your favorites. I’ll be back in a couple hours, ok? I love you, Y/N.” I watch my roommate blow me kisses as she heads out the door.


It wasn’t a hard decision, coming to the  clearing. I hiked it hundreds of times with Shawn and it held so many memories. Maybe it was torture, reminding myself of all the laughs we shared here, but I don’t care. All caring does is create disappointment.

I lay the flannel blanket down and take a seat, looking around at the trees. There’s a park to my right and picnic tables to my left. A small family is eating sandwiches. The girl is drinking chocolate milk while her mother braids her blonde hair.

“I thought you’d be here.”

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forget me not

the little blue flowers still cling to him no matter how far he goes.

he never does forget you, and you never forget him.

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Angst, wanderer!Jungkook

Word Count: 1,391

Content/Warnings: There’s a little bit of swearing.


you pass by this very field all the time on your way into the city. you never pay much mind to it, always rushing there and back, never taking the time to look, to see.

but now you look out at the green expanse that stretches in front of you, like a plush carpet on the horizon. “wow, the grass looks so soft.i just wanna lie down in it.”

“well, then why don’t you?”

jungkook takes your hand and leads you deeper into the field. when he finds a suitable spot amongst a patch of tiny blue buds, he lays down and pulls you with him. the both of you lie on your backs, staring up at the clouds. the sky is as blue as the little flowers that surround you. jungkook rolls over to face you, pulling you closer to him. his hands grip your waist as he leans in to kiss you. you reach over to grab onto the softness of his black sweater. his mouth tastes like cigarettes when he kisses you, but you don’t mind. 

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Conversation prompt #4

Requested by @m-alycin  “You forgot me…”    “It was an accident”

Post IWTB drabble


I was halfway home when I realised.  Realised why I had been plagued with a niggling feeling ever since exiting the grocery store that there was something I had forgotten.  Mentally I had re-run the list of things I needed to pick up from town, checking and double checking before I finally just shrugged it off as being the product of a week of twelve hour nights at the hospital where I was the primary physician on call.  Twelve hour shifts that had, more often than not, morphed into fourteen before I was able to drag myself home and collapse into bed after forcing down the breakfast Mulder insisted I eat to at least replenish some of the energy I was expending on a nightly basis.

He would then wake me up a couple of hours before I needed to be back at work, to give me time to shower and to give him time to force feed me some more.  

It is a pattern that has repeated often during the five years or so since we finally deemed it safe enough to stop running, to find a way to exist in the constricted universe we had found ourselves in.  It’s fair to say though that the transition was easier for me than it was for Mulder because as much as we both hated our transient lifestyle, at least back then he had a sense of purpose - to keep running; to keep us safe.  That purpose was pretty much bled from him the moment we stopped and no matter how much we tried to dress it up, the house and grounds for Mulder became just another prison from which there was no escape.

It was just too much of a risk for him to be seen and so, during the hours of daylight he remained indoors, venturing out only when darkness had fallen to cloak the surrounding area, to take a run, to breathe in the fresh air or just to lay back in the long grasses that surrounded the farmhouse and find solace in the stars that twinkled to infinity above him.

Sometimes I would join him, but mostly I would simply allow him this time, to clear his mind and to feel, just for an hour or two that he was free.  This complex man with his incredible mind who had been reduced to a common fugitive, denied a fair trial and forced to put on hold everything he had fought for over the previous decade to live a strange kind of half life where his old adage of trust no one took on a whole new level of terrifying; and despite everything I had sacrificed, there was never a moment where I regretted my decision to be with him because so much had been lost to me already that to lose him too was simply unimaginable.

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anonymous asked:

I know you're swamped with prompt requests but please hear me out!! What if it hadn't been Taki and Tanuma that had passed by when Natsume was de-aged, but Nishimura and Kitamoto instead?? Thanks for taking the time to read this, I love your work!!

i had a bunch of people ask for a young!natsume fic ;v ; hopefully just this one is sufficient! i have a lot of requests to work through ladgldgh

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Taki forgets the cupcakes. Tanuma says, “Natsume won’t mind if we’re a few minutes late,” and they double back to her house to retrieve them. 

When the Days Eater has gone, and Nyanko is left with a pint-sized Natsume where the proper one should have been, Taki and Tanuma aren’t there to intervene and the child slips away from the unfamiliar tanuki yokai, moving as silently and certainly as a little ghost. 

Natsume is fairly certain he’s lost, and fairly certain he hasn’t been missed. But he wouldn’t want to cause the family he’s staying with any trouble – not sooner than he can help, at least. So he’ll follow the road into town, and figure things out from there. 

He can’t go far before he has to stop and roll the legs of his pants up. They keep slipping down so he cinches the belt tighter, and loses the long socks completely. The grass feels good under his feet anyway, sun-warm and springy. He’s surrounded by fields that seem to sprawl forever. He doesn’t know where he is, but it seems calm and welcoming. It seems nice.

“–told you, look at him! He looks just like Natsume! Right down to the thousand yard stare.”

Natsume jumps, whirling around and loosing his footing as he does. He lands with an oof and looks up to find himself face to face with an older boy. A high school student, maybe. There’s two of them, but only one is at his eye level, crouching in the road with an expression of wonder.

“Kitamoto, seriously, are you seeing this? Hey kid, what’s your name?”

He’s shrinking from them automatically – bigger bodies and bigger numbers usually don’t mean anything good for him, and he doesn’t want to go home with bruises on top of everything else he’s put his current family through – but there’s no real fear in his heart of these older boys, none at all. 

That’s… surprising. 

So he says, softly, “Natsume.” And blinks when the boy in front of him grins, like his name was the right answer. 

“I knew it! Natsume never told us he had a little cousin. Your family must have super genes or something, ‘cause the resemblance is scary.” 

“Do you hear yourself when you talk, Nishimura? You’re freaking him out.” The other boy – Kitamoto – yanks Nishimura back by the hood of his sweatshirt so he topples backwards, but not in the mean way Natsume’s classmates do. Nishimura squawks in outrage and scrambles for a second like a stag beetle tipped on its back, and Kitamoto offers Natsume a hand with a warm smile. “C’mon, you’ll catch cold out here. What are you doing, running around without shoes on?”

“You’re not his mom, Acchan. He might look like Natsume, but there’s no way he gets sick as easily as him. No one gets sick as easily as him.“

Natsume takes Kitamoto’s hand tentatively, and the high schooler doesn’t hold it too tight or pull too hard; just brings him up to his feet with a friendly yank, and then tousles his hair a bit. 

“You – you know my,” he swallows hard, and says, “Natsume? You know him?”

“Well, sure,” Nishimura says, dusting himself off. “We’re his buddies. He’s in my class, too.”

The tanuki yokai said the same thing, sort of. About being a high school student, and living in this area with people called the Fujiwaras. And he doesn’t think these people are lying to him. They’re too warm and lively to be monsters, the human or the spirit kind. They’re smiling at him nicely. 

He likes them. 

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Cosplay Confusion

52 words too long but shh.  I dunno what the point of this is, and it’s the fastest I’ve ever written anything, about 15 minutes, so it’s crap, but have a nice picture of Sam’s biceps anyway.

First time going to a comic convention and boy you were excited! Excited to the point of squealing regularly, pinching yourself with disbelief and frantically checking for your badge every thirty seconds in case it had jumped out of the securely zipped pocket of your closed bag and run away.  It hadn’t. Better check one more time though, just in case.

You were going alone, not having any friends who understood your obsession with getting to see all the latest comics, getting first look at trailers, buying far more merchandise than you could afford, and gazing in awe at the amazing cosplay on show.  It was a shame, but you were hoping to be in queues behind some friendly people who you could geek out with. What it did mean was that you just didn’t have the confidence to dress up yourself. If you’d had one other person to go with, fine, but doing it alone was one step too far.

Still, you had a t-shirt with Cap’s shield on, and in case you got cold, a Winter Soldier hoodie, and you were going to have fun. So, you got off the bus, stood back for a second to take it all in, then plunged in, and let yourself get carried along with the flow.

A few hours later and you had to get outside, see daylight, feel fresh air on your face, go through the 50,000 photos you’d taken and maybe delete some because each time you’d turned around there’d been another amazing bit of artwork, or film prop, or best costume ever you’d had to take a photo of, and your phone was slowly losing the will to live.  You wandered a few streets away, just to get away from the bustle a little, found a shady bench, and sat down.  The street was oddly empty and silent. As you scrolled through your pictures, a shadow suddenly fell across the screen. You looked up and..

“Oh my god!”

Two sets of eyes turned to yours.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean that to come out quite so loud, it’s just, wow. Yours are the best I’ve seen so far!”

Two sets of eyes now turned to each other, puzzled, but you were too busy circling them to notice.

“Seriously, this must have taken hours of work!”

“Excuse me ma’am?”

“You’ve even got the voice down!”

The two men – ‘Captain America’ and ‘The Falcon’ – looked slightly taken aback by your enthusiasm. You couldn’t help it, it was like seeing the comics and the films come to life, only right in front of you. Touchably close. You couldn’t resist it, you reached out one hand gingerly, and touched ‘Falcon’s bicep.

“Sheesh, commitment to the cause, that is above and beyond!”

‘Falcon’ grinned widely, and flexed a bit, making his biceps bulge, until ‘Steve’ scowled at him.

“Sorry,” you giggled.  “Would you mind if I took a photo? I swear, you two should win a prize or something…”

“I’m sorry Ma’am, but now’s really not a good time. I’m afraid we are going to have to ask you to leave the area, I’m not sure how you got through the road blocks, but it’s for your own safety.”

“Ah you’re brilliant! You’re not even breaking character, that’s hilarious!”

You prodded ‘Steve’ on his chest, which was deliciously firm.  “Muscle suit or real thing, Stevie?” you said, winking at ‘Sam’. “Do you two get all competitive when you’re preparing for something like this?”

“Ma’am, I think you have us confused…”

He didn’t get a chance to speak, before Sam slapped his arm with a cry of “shit, Loki!”, pointing over your shoulder. You couldn’t help yourself, mouthing ‘Sam, language’ and then cracking up as you found you’d said it in unison with ‘Steve’. You turned to see what they were both looking at.

“No WAY! Look! How does he even get that helmet to stay on! He must have elastic round the back of something, or it’d just slide down his nose!”

The man walking down the street towards was dressed as Loki, all leather trousers and shiny horns.  Even the way he was walking was perfect, and you couldn’t take your eyes off him.

“He’s even got the strut down, oh god, I have to film this!”  You fumbled in your bag, desperate to film him in motion, then swore as the phone slipped and fell to the grass. As you bent down to pick it up, you felt a hot wave of air pass over your back, then there was a crack, and as you straightened up, you saw the tree behind you slowly topple, a glowing blue hole shot straight through the middle.

“What the…?” you said, then shrieked. ‘Sam’ had wrapped his arms around you and suddenly the wings of his costume had extended and now you were… flying.

“Like the man said, I think you may have us confused with someone else,” he grinned at you, before depositing you behind a truck a few hundred yards away.  You stared at him, wide eyed as he took a few running steps forward then took off again, skimming back down the street to where ‘Steve’ and ‘Loki’ were… fighting. OK, so they’d got a flying suit that worked somehow right sure, but how the hell had they got Cap’s shield to do that boomerang thing? And Loki’s sceptre, that must be some kind of LED or something, to make it glow like that…

A blast of light shot out of the sceptre, and you watched it rebound off Cap’s shield, as Sam flew in, boots first, and knocked Loki to the ground, before wresting the sceptre from his grasp and then, with one punch, knocking him out.

You slowly eased yourself down to the pavement, back against the truck, knees up to your chest.

“Toto, I’ve a feeling I’m not at Comic Con any more…” you whispered to yourself, then yelled as a figure appeared over the top of the truck

Folding his wings, Sam landed in front of you, holding all your dropped bags out.

“So you wanted a photo? And my arms, tell me more about those….” He gave you a wink as he helped you to your feet. Comic Con was even better than you’d ever expected.

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(The Chris Evans Mini Series Spin-off - One Shots)

Imagine you and Chris helping your two best friends fall in-love.

A/N: Here’s a little bonus piece for all those who are shipping Seb and Ava. I am too, so this piece is 😍 It was so much fun to write, I am so glad I did it. But yes, after this I’ll be taking a short break to get Chapter 4 ready. I might get a few one shots in, but I am not making any promises as the series will be my main focus. Anyway, I love you all. #SebAva2k17, am I right? ❤️(You know I love you, @chrisevans-imagines) You can read the related mini-series and the previous parts here: (Mini-series - Masterlist; Mini-series Spin-off: ‘Unexpected Reader’ and ‘Little Ways Away’ - Masterlist; ‘She Said Yes: Part 1/Part 2/Part 3/Part 4/Part 5A/5B/5C/5D/Epilogue’)

Ava and Sebastian watched you and Chris at the dinner table, smiling at how sickly sweet the two of you were being. You and Chris were so lost in your own world, with the heart eyes and the whispering of sweet nothings into each other’s ears. It made sense; not only were the two of you soul mates, you were both still caught up in the post-engagement glow. It was probably little overwhelming for the single people around you, but the only two that were around at that moment were Ava and Sebastian. They were your best friends after all and they could only feel joy for the both of you, as well as bask in the romantic vibes you were radiating and use it to their advantage.

At least- that was Sebastian’s plan. After months of texting and calling and FaceTiming, he finally met Ava in person. He got to hug her, sit beside her, and talk to her without being miles away. There was no longer a device, or a screen- it was just him and her, and it was everything he’d imagined it’d be. He closed his eyes and could picture doing this- being with her and making it like you and Chris had. He knew that meant something, and so he decided he wasn’t going to leave LA without first taking Ava out on a proper date.

“Do you want some?” Chris asked you, scooping some of his tiramisu onto his spoon and holding it out in front of you. You smiled and ate off his spoon, then you both turned when you heard Ava and Sebastian groan. “What?” Chris asked with a unshakeable smile, taking your hand under the table. You met each other’s gaze, smiles reaching your eyes. “Can’t a man feed his fiancée?”

“She has the exact same dessert right in front of her!” Ava gestured to your plate of uneaten tiramisu, drawing laughter from everyone on the table. “God, I know you’re in-love, but can the two of you be less sickening? There are other people at the table, please remember that before you sweep your fiancée off her feet and take her right then and there.”

“Ha ha ha,” Chris laughed sarcastically.

“You’re only acting like that ‘cause there’s some truth behind it, Chris,” Sebastian egged it on and you threw your napkin across the table at him. He laughed and dodged it, “did you redo your blush, or is that all natural?” He teased you and you scoffed with a smile, pressing your hands against your red hot cheeks.

“Screw you, Seb,” you giggled, leaning into Chris as he wrapped an arm around you. You felt his lips press against your hair and you heard him snicker. “You’re just jealous you don’t have what we have.” Sebastian rolled his eyes at you then shared a cheeky smile with Ava. “You know what,” you began when you suddenly remembered that you were trying to get them together. “If the two of you find us so sickening, we’ll leave you alone.”

Ava’s breath caught in her throat and she widened her eyes at you and Chris, subtly shaking her head. “What, no.” She managed a shaky laugh as she pretended like she wasn’t on the verge of hyperventilating. “We’re just teasing, you don’t have to go anywhere.” She was not ready to be alone with Sebastian Stan in person, she needed you and Chris to buff the situation. “We’re just teasing. Right, Sebastian?”

“I wouldn’t mind finishing the rest of my dessert without having to deal with a sickly sweet couple,” Sebastian answered, subtly beckoning the two of you out with his eyes and his head. You and Chris nodded, biting back your smiles. “And from the look on their faces, they’re just using our mistreatment as an excuse to be alone.”

“Yes we are,” Chris nodded, taking your hand and pulling you to your feet as he got to his. “C'mon, sweetheart. Let’s grab a blanket and have cake under the stars.” He took his plate and you took yours, walking out to the backyard. You both glanced back at Ava and Sebastian as you did, each giving your respective best friend a smug smile. Chris earned a grateful smile from Sebastian, whereas Ava shot you a death stare. You giggled as you turned away. Chris swept a blanket off the back of his couch and you both disappeared out the sliding doors, leaving Ava and Sebastian alone for the first time, but hopefully, not the last.

“So how’ve you been?” Sebastian asked, turning full body to face Ava. She held her breath and nodded with a nervous smile, spooning more of her dessert into her mouth. He could sense her nerves and thought he could calm her with his touch, so he placed a hand over hers. “Ava-” He cut himself off and withdrew when he felt her tense up even more. “Sorry,” he winced with a soft chuckle. “I’m as nervous as you are, does that notion calm you a little?” He quizzed, biting his lower lip like he always did as he watched her with hopeful eyes.

“A little,” she nodded after a moment of hesitation. “Only because I feel like you’re just saying that to make me feel better.” He responded to that with a hand gesture that said “kind of, yeah.” She managed a smile, “I don’t know, this is all very surreal. There are days where I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that my best friend is engaged to Chris Evans. I feel like I’m living in one of her stories, y'know? It’s weird, I’m not sure if I’m dreaming or if it’s actually happening.”

“It’s happening,” Sebastian confirmed with a nod. “And I’m glad it is, I’ve never seen Chris so happy before.” His gaze fell behind Ava’s shoulder, and Ava’s gaze followed. “Look at them,” he chuckled. “I feel like I’m watching a romantic comedy, it’s ridiculous how cute they are together.”

“Cue the montage music,” Ava agreed, smiling.

You and Chris were outside on the grass and on a blanket, laughing as you fed each other cake. Chris scoffed when you booped his nose with some of the cream, then pounced and tackled you under him. He nuzzled his creamy nose into your neck, making you shriek with laughter as you tried to push him off you. He stopped nuzzling, but remained on top of you as he dipped his head to kiss your lips. Your arms snaked around his neck and you smiled when he broke the kiss, lifting your head to kiss him again.

“I guess there is a perfect someone for everybody,” Sebastian said as his gaze returned to Ava.

Now Sebastian didn’t know if Ava was perfect for him yet, but it sure did feel that way. They had a lot in common; the same interests, principles, values, and personality traits. On paper, they were perfect for each other. In theory, they could last a lifetime. But love wasn’t something you could figure out scientifically, there were other things to consider like romance, chemistry, and passion. Sebastian and Ava definitely had that, they had a connection that couldn’t be ignored even over the phone. All that was well and good, but neither could really judge how well they would work together until a date happened. A date was always going to be the deciding factor to whether or not two people could work. Would sparks fly when their lips touched? Would his heart flutter when a smile broke out on her face? Would her laughter sound like music to his ears? Would he have her to stand by him through everything? Would he be able to wake up next to her for the rest of his life?

These were all questions that could only be asked when he started dating her, or should one say when he summed up the courage to ask her out. He’d been contemplating for a while now, afraid if he asked too soon he’d seem pushy, or cocky- like he expected her to say yes because she was a fan of his. But then again, if he wanted too long there was the chance of her getting swept off her feet by another man. That feeling was not a fun one to feel, even if it was only for thirteen hours. That was what Chris told him anyway, when he thought he lost you to Sam. He then asked Sebastian to turn to his heart and listen to what it had to say about Ava, and to trust his heart. Chris did with you, from the moment he approached you at the airport to the moment he decided to propose to you. It worked out well for Chris, so why wouldn’t it for him? After all, this was your best friend he was planning to date. There was a reason someone like you called her your best friend; there was a reason Chris was supporting your decision to get them together; and there was a reason Sebastian liked her from the first time he heard you talking about her.

Sebastian’s head cocked slightly as he watched Ava watch you and Chris. He refocused his gaze onto the two of you, smiling when he thought back to what Chris told him: “My mind was convinced I was making a mistake, but my heart? It told me that not taking the chance would be the biggest mistake and it was right. Look at where I am, look at who I’m going to spend the rest of my life with. She is my everything now, Seb, all because I trusted my heart. Do the same with Ava, take a chance.” Sebastian wasn’t going to do what Chris almost did, he wasn’t going to let his mind get in the way of a possible happily ever after. He was going to do what Chris, and his heart told him to do instead, and that was to take a chance.

“Hey, um- Ava?”

“Yeah?” Ava turned to him.

“How would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Like-” Ava swallowed her nerves. “Like-” she cleared her throat when she heard it quiver. “Do you mean like dinner here with Chris and Y/N?” She held her breath when she saw him smile, lowering his gaze and letting his long lashes flutter as he chuckled. “Or do you mean a- a…” She trailed off breathlessly, unable to speak as her dreams were finally coming true.

“A date,” Sebastian finished for her. “Would you like to go on a date with me, Ava?” He asked and felt his heart flutter when a smile broke out on her face. That was one question answered, one feeling checked off his list. “So…” He pressed when she didn’t say anything. “Is that a…” He trailed off, and her smiled widened as she finished for him.

“A yes.”

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Good Girl CH 5: Red From Rejection

“Now I know you can’t be friends with that slut,” Kai says.

“That just makes me want to keep her more,” Dragon huffs.

Owl, Puppy and Elf just turn a bright red at the news.

Dino’s voice gets through, “I can’t wait to dirty that little mind of hers’.”

“I call taking it,” Kitty grins at me.

“If it was any of us, it would be me,” Suho reasons.

“Why you?” Dimple pouts, “I would be just as good at taking it.”

“Ya!” I snap, trying to sound stern but being perched on someone’s lap doesn’t help me.  “First, this is not a discussion I want to have with you guys. I don’t even like talking about it with my close friends. Second, speaking of close friends, Kai,” I glare at the tan man, “You say one more thing about Jihyo I will neuter you. What she does with her body is none of your business, not to mention I know for a fact that you not only fucked her but a good amount of the female population at your school.”

“I don’t see why you defend her.” Kai grumbles back.

“Never argue with a girl about loyalty Kai; it’s a rare thing in this day and age, appreciate when you find it,” Luhan says with a soft smile in my direction as he joins us on the couch. He looks over at Kitty, giving him a smirk, “Don’t you have a briefing to do?”

Kitty and Dragon both grumble something under their breath. Dragon looks to my friends, “Come on, lets go down to the conference room.” My friends look at me; concerned with the situation I got myself into.

“It’s okay guys,” I say with a brave smile. “I think we are good.”

“We will take good care of our little Joo,” Suho purrs, not even giving my friends a glance as they leave with the two older boys. When they are gone, the other seven boys that are still standing settle themselves around the room. Suho lets me down off his lap, setting me in between him and Luhan; his arm rests on my shoulders comfortably.

“So what are we going to do?” I ask Suho nervously, unable to keep myself from picking at my nails. He places a hand over mine to stop the motion.

“You get to pick.”

“I don’t know what there is to do,” I look at Elf and Puppy who are practically bouncing off the couch. “You guys pick.”

“How about a chicken fight?”

I grin big at that idea and hop off the couch. “I’m totally in!” The boys follow suit, some faster than others. They lead me outside onto the lawn. Suho decides to sit out and judge while the rest of us begin without another word. Hopping around on the grass with them I feel as if they aren’t scary people, instead they are just a bunch of crazy puppies with a scarier bark then a bite. After playing a few rounds we head back inside, I feel as if a new bond has formed with the rest of them.

I begin to wonder about things, letting one of my thoughts slip out, “What is going to happen after my friends leave?”

“Nothing bad, don’t worry your pretty little head baby girl,” His use of a new nickname makes me blush.

“I was going to call her that,” Kai pouts.

“You can use it too, Xiumin hyung is probably the only one who is going to claim a nickname.”

Luhan cocks his head at me, “Speaking of nicknames, I’d like to hear the rest of ours.”

“What’s mine?” Elf asks with a child like smile, I begin to wonder how people normally react to them. They are all attractive so I would think it would be positive but from the way they reacted to me not being afraid of them, I guess not.

“Elf oppa,” I say shyly.

“And me?” Dino asks.

“Dino,” I look to Puppy, knowing he is about to ask as well, “Than Puppy oppa, Owl oppa, Tan oppa, Dimple oppa, Handsome oppa, Deer oppa, Panda oppa, and Kitty and Dragon oppa went with my friends.” I point to each boy except for Sehun who I know is younger then me now.

“What about me Noona?” Sehun asks with a cute pout.

I hesitate to say it out loud for a minute, “It’s kind of mean, Bitch face dongseang, I’m sorry.” Sehun frowns deeply as his hyungs burst out laughing at the boy’s misfortune. I genially fell badly for giving him such a mean nickname but I just based it off looks and first impressions.

“Sorry Sehun-ya,” I lean forward to be closer to the boy on the other side of the coffee table. The boy looks up at me, a small smile on his face.

“You know my name?”

I hesitantly nod.

“Why his? Why not mine?” Elf, really Chanyeol, pouts.

I shrug, “I try not to pay attention to that stuff.”

“Why?” Suho asks me this time.

“Because I figured the less I knew, the better.”

Luhan chuckles, “You’re such a smart girl.”

“So how is this living situation supposed to work?” I ask Luhan this time.

He brushes my hair out of my face as he thinks the question over, “Since you are under age we should probably figure out something better than you just falling off the grid.”

“Why can’t she just transfer to our school?” Tao asks with a smile.

Everyone looks at Suho who nods, “That would probably be the easiest option. I can send an email out to your parents telling them you are a late acceptance and because of that you will have to live in the dorms. That way you can continue to stay with us.”

“You’ve thought this through pretty well,” Dino remarks, amusement in his voice. Suho looks away, a pink tint appears on his cheeks.

“How long am I going to be staying with you guys?”

Baekhyun hums, “Indefinitely.”

I think back to what Yoongi said, “So until you get bored of me?” No one answers me; they all just look away, annoyed by the question. “I just need to know if I should get attached or not.”

“Do you really think you’re going to get attached to us?” Kai snaps.

“Not if you keep up that attitude. It’s not a completely ridiculous thought, you guys are starting to like me aren’t you?”

Kai scoffs, “Don’t think so highly of yourself, just because we show interest in you doesn’t me we actually care about you. We just happen to like that pretty face of yours.” I look from him to everyone else, who is still looking away from me. When no one else says anything to make me think otherwise I stand up and start walking out of the living room. My blood boiling and my chest aching from the rejection, something I hate to deal with. That is why I’m single, why I’m a virgin, why Jihyo is my only real friend, I can’t deal with people turning me down in situations like this. I feel so stupid for thinking they would actually get attached to me.

“Oppa!” I yell as I speed walk in the direction the other boys went. I can hear the others behind me but I don’t stop, not wanting them to see the obvious blush on my face. “Joonie! Yoongi! Jinjin! Hoseok! Kookie! Taetae! Chimchim!”

“Where are you going?” Luhan yells from behind me. I just start taking random turns at this point, hoping it will lead me to an exit or my friends.

“Oppas!” I yell more desperately as the ones behind me get closer.

“Joo-ya?” Jin yells out from down the hall.

“Jin oppa!” I cry when I finally reach him, wrapping my arms around his neck and hiding my face in the crook of his neck. He hugs me tightly.

“It’s okay Joo, I got you,” He whispers softly to me.

“What happened Joo?” Namjoon asks placing a warm hand on my back.

“Noona,” The large maknae comes over to me, offering to take me from the older. “Hyung, you figure out what happened.” I go to the younger boy without a problem, he brings me into the room they came out of. Looking up quickly I see it’s the conference room, with a massive wood table and over a dozen chairs it looks like something you would see in a normal office. Kookie sits in one of the chairs comfortably with me in his lap even though I’m two, almost three, years older then him.

“We were gone for 45 minutes and you guys manage to make her break down, something that does not happen often,” Yoongi growls.

“I knew this would happen,” Jin sighs. “Jimin and Tae, you guys go and sit with them while we figure this out.”

“I want to see her!” I hear Kitty demand. I tighten my arms around Kookie, a silent plead for him to make them go away. Kookie just rubs my back soothingly.

“Not until we figure out what happened.”

Tae and Jimin join us in the conference room, sitting on either side of us, Jimin asks softly, “Noona, are you okay?”

With a deep breath I say, “I’m fine, they didn’t hurt me, I just needed to get away from them. All of them.”

“Do you want to go home?” Tae’s voice is still filled with concern.

“Please, just take me home.”

“What did they do to make you so upset?”

I sigh, coming out of my hiding place I let my hair hang in my face, but they can see my red cheeks through my hair. It’s rare to actually be able to see my blush with my tan skin so when it does happen, I have to be really embarrassed, something they know. “It’s nothing, I was really stupid and asked a question I should have guessed the answer to. Now I’m just embarrassed and want to go home as soon as possible so I can throw myself in my bed and never get out again.”

Kookie uses his hand to guide my chin so I’m forced to look him in the eye, “Oh Noona, did they reject you or something?” I tense before burrowing myself back into his neck to hide my face.

“How did you know?” I mumble.

“Because we know you Noona,” Kookie starts rubbing my back again, “Plus Jihyo noona has a really big mouth. She told us after the first few times we met that you are one of the strongest people she knows and that not matter what people say to you or try to do to you, you won’t care. The only thing that can upset you is rejection.”

I growl, “I suddenly don’t feel guilty for punching her.”

“Noona don’t be mad, she was just trying to explain to Hoseok hyung why you never date.”

“She needs to learn how to mind her own business.”

Kookie chuckles, “That won’t be happening anytime soon.”

I find myself laughing too.

“Sorry to ask this but what did you ask?” The always curious Tae wonders.

I lean back again, “I asked them how long they think I would be staying. They basically told me until they get tired of me. I asked how long that would be cause I wanted to know if I should get attached to them or not. Then that jackass Kai got snappy with me because I was stupid enough to assume they had grown to like me.”

“Of course they care about you.”

“Right? You would think so but apparently I’m just thinking to highly of myself. But since they don’t care about me at all it shouldn’t be a problem if I went home.”

“Like hell it isn’t!” Kitty growls from the now open doorway. “What did I say earlier? No taking it back! You are staying here and that is final, got it?” He turns around to the ten boys who chased me down the hall and smacks each one of them upside the head. “You lying pieces of shit. Don’t you dare say that shit to her again.”

“We didn’t say anything, hyung!” Panda whines, earning another smack.

“That’s right you didn’t say anything when that little tan bastard was lying to her. You guys must think I’m an idiot if you expect me to believe that none of you care for her.”

“I do,” Dragon admits without hesitation.

“I don’t know why you guys think she is like other girls who will take our shit, especially you Kai. She is only staying here because we want her to and if she doesn’t think we want her, she will try to leave. You can’t play hard to get when she already has you in the palm of her hand. Or do you guys take back all the shit you said this morning about liking her and wanting to be her friend because if so, back the fuck off and leave her to Kris and I. Understand?”

They all nod.

“Good, now come here little one,” Kitty holds a hand out expectantly.

“I still think I should leave.”

That is not a good answer.

As soon as the words are out of my mouth a vase goes flying, shattering against the far wall. The small table by the door that the vase was on is tipped over, followed by a few of my friends. I surprise myself by jumping off Kookie’s lap and running over to a very angry Kitty.

“Oppa I’m sorry!” I say as I grab on to his arm, stopping him from moving on to his own friends.

“Why do you want to leave? Is it because they scared or because those asses rejected you? I did nothing wrong, why are going to leave me?” He yells.

“Oppa,” I coo softly, hugging him tightly. It only takes a few seconds for him to calm down and hug me back. “I’m not leaving forever. Just so Suho-ssi can email my parents about the transfer if he is still planning on doing that.”

“He is,” Dragon answers for him, joining Kitty and I.

“So we should get going,” Namjoon says helping Hoseok off the floor.

“Why?” Dragon growls this time.

“So you guys can figure everything out. You all apparently need personal time to figure out what you want. Xiumin and Kris hyung may have figured it out but the rest of you need to get your shit together before she comes back. I don’t want her living in a place where she doesn’t feel wanted or safe or have to be afraid of possibly saying the wrong thing and being brought down to the dungeon,” Everyone tenses at the last few words out of Jin’s mouth.

“The dungeon,” I echo his words.

“Don’t worry about that sweetheart,” Dragon coos as he strokes my head.

Kitty nods, “If anyone has to worry about it, it’s these fools.”

I nod.

“Can we take her now?” Jin opens his arms to me but Kitty doesn’t let me go.

“Let us say our goodbyes well one of you younger boys runs up and gets her stuff from my room.” Kitty waves Jin’s hand away, leading me back threw the house stopping in a grand entrance that I some how missed. He stops and turns back around to face me, a deep frown graces his cute face. “Goodbye for now little one, be good. I’ll be waiting for you to come back.”

He is pushed out of the way by Dragon who engulfs my small frame in a hug, “Be careful, and remember not to tell anyone about what you saw, understand Sweetheart?”

I nod.

He kisses the tip of my nose, “Good girl.”

“Okay, this is getting really weird, lets go,” Yoongi pulls me away from the giant and drags me toward the door without any shoes on. Tae appears holding my things and offers me my heels from last night. “I can carry her to the car, it’s fine.”

“Give me one more second,” I plead with Yoongi who just nods but doesn’t let go of my hand. I look back at the ten men who seem to suddenly be more silent then I thought possible. “You guys have until I come back to figure out how you feel about me, how you react to me the next time we see each other is how I will react for the rest of time together, so choose wisely, got it?” I don’t wait for a response; I just bow before following Yoongi out the door.

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“I hear congratulations are in order!” My mom basically screams when I step in the house. My hang over had time to show its head on the hour-long drive to reach my house from theirs. I guess in that time Suho was able to type that email, I can imagine Dragon and Kitty breathing down his neck as he does so. My mom comes running down the hall to meet me at the door where I’m basically attacked with hugs and kisses, ones that don’t have me questioning my sanity for enjoying.

“Hi Mom,” I smile at her as she holds me out at arms length, her smile faltering when she notices my clothes. “We stayed with the boys since Ji got way too drunk to drive home and I don’t know the way.”

She nods, completely trusting the boys I’m now questioning, and drags me into the living room where the rest of my family is gathered watching TV. My two older sisters who are now in University are taking up all the empty seats on the large couch expect for one that I’m guessing my mom was occupying a few moments ago.

“Way to go Joo,” My oldest sister, Taeyoung, gives me a half assed smile before looking back at the TV.

“You finally did something,” Sungyoung comments without even giving me a glance.

My tight lipped smile gives my mom a big enough hint to let me go before I go upstairs to my room, not bothering to say hi to my dad who is far too focused on ignoring me. I collapse on my bed and roll myself up in my blankets, dreading moving in to that house but hating the idea of staying here more. The idea of staying here any longer with a family who has never really had any interest in having me makes my chest feel tight. Xiumin wants me. Kris wants me. But for how long? I groan. How did I get myself into this situation?

The last 24 hours has actually made me question my sanity. From agreeing to go to a shady club with Jihyo to agreeing to get in a van full of men I saw just murder a person. Lets not forget me agreeing to move in with them even though there is a good chance I will be rape and/or murdered while I am there. But my alarms, the things that have led me to where I am now, they must be broken or something. But yet, when I think about what went on threw the night and the morning to right now, I’m still unharmed. I was one of the few to walk out of that house alive that should mean something, right?

When the boys dropped me off they told me they would come get me on Monday morning and drive me to school. My new uniform will be here tomorrow since it was specially ordered from the headmaster of the whole school. A new school isn’t something I’ve thought about for awhile, let alone an elite private school that only rich kids and scholarship students can enter. Being neither smart nor rich or in the good graces of the headmaster at the moment I groan. The boys drove me past the school on the way home, since it’s Saturday the place was empty. I think back to the gorgeous academy, the massive U-shaped building with four stories, the fourth being the private lounge for only those who are invited in. I curl into myself, making a tight cocoon as if I could make myself disappear into thin air.

I don’t know if I’m ready for any of this.

“At least Jihyo will be there.”

Finding Miracles

A/U  Alternate ending to season 7  

Notes -  I actually wrote this on request of a fellow shipper, a shipper romantic of heart and hating of how season 7 ended.  And she had a collection of ideas that she wasn’t able to get down in story form.  So she asked me to do it for her. So I did.

 Finding Miracles

 The events of the last couple of days have left me desperately worried about Scully and that worry has driven me to refuse point blank to allow her to come back out to Oregon.

And even as I held her in my arms right there in the corridor outside skinner’s office, all efforts of propriety tossed out the window, no longer afraid that our carefully kept secret would be out, I knew that there was something she wasn’t telling me.

Her assertion that she was exhausted didn’t cut ice with me because in the eight years I have known her, I have seen that woman literally running on empty, so used up that she had nothing left to give, grey with fatigue, stumbling almost blindly beside me, she never ever admitted to anyone, least of all me, that she was too tired to go on.  Never once had I seen her go down in the way she had just a few short days out in the Oregon woods as my heart literally seemed to jump right out of my chest when I had turned around to find she was no longer following me.  That panicked headlong re-tracing of my steps hearing the ragged way I called her name, the barely cloaked desperation born of the realisation that suddenly she was just gone.

And when I burst through the undergrowth to be confronted with the sight of her laying boneless and unmoving on the thick carpet of lush green grass and dead leaves that covered the forest floor, for just one terrible moment my mind told me that she was dead.  So many times she has almost been taken from me, the sight of her down, with no apparent reason, had caused all rational thought to desert me.

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A Olicity Historical AU: Touch can be so much more than just, touch.

A/N: Hello my friends, I’ve really enjoyed the special connection and friendship that has grown between Oliver and Felicity in this universe.  We are sadly nearing the close of this particular journey with them as next week’s chapter will be the last.  Let’s hope Lord Archer will be able to make some life altering choices.  

Thank you to the wonderful @quiveringbunny for making this amazing cover art for my story.  It is so beautiful.  

You can read previous chapters HERE and AO3.

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Chapter 5

The untamable breeze that swept up the hill, carrying with it the taste of salt and dampness, stroked across Oliver’s body as he rested on a picnic blanket with Lady Felicity.   William was escorting Katherine and Oliver’s mother through the estate’s gardens after a breakfast that had been full of easy conversation and a surprising enjoyment of honey by all.  

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