you walk around with my heart on your sleeve


Pairing: Zach Dempsey & Reader

Genre: uh sadness? Breakup

Description: Zach’s girlfriend finds out what he did to Hannah, and breaks up with him.  

*I’ve been in love with this song, and I got the idea for this imagine.

*I might do a Part 2 to this one.

*I do NOT own the gifs

Break My Heart - Hey Violet

“I will not forget all the wonderful things you’ve done”

Hannah Baker is dead.

The words echoed through my head as I sat at my lunch table.  My friends were also in the same melancholy mood.  We couldn’t believe it, we weren’t close with her, but we all had her in our classes and we did talk to her from time to time.  She was our friend.

I looked up and made eye contact with my boyfriend Zach Dempsey, who was sitting with the popular crowd.  He looked defeated, and had bags under his eyes.  Justin Foley and Alex Standall, who were both next to him were whispering furiously to each other.

I wanted to go comfort Zach, but we decided that it would be for the best if no one knew.  Liberty High was full of assholes and sluts, people that would ruin me.

Just like they ruined Hannah.

I knew that Hannah was struggling with all the rumors that circled her like she was a piece of meat.  And that is why we keep it a secret.

Zach stood abruptly from the table, his chair making a loud screeching sound as he walked out of the cafeteria.  His friends watched him go, and I decided to follow.  Giving him a few minutes; I said bye to my friends and threw out my lunch.  The halls greeted me with the gentle touch of silence, which wrapped around me like a cloak.

Walking towards his locker, I spotted him leaning against it.  Silently I approached him.  Not wanting to scare him I waved my arm.

Zach looked vulnerable.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I cooed softly, wrapping my tiny arms around his large frame.

“Nothing Y/N.”  He said in a gruff voice, trying to push me away.

I pulled away and tried to get him to look me in the eyes, “Is it about Hannah?”  And with that, he froze.  “Am here if you want to talk.”  

“Well I don’t want to talk to you.”  I could hear the coldness in his voice as I took a few steps back.

“Zachary Dempsey, you do not speak to me like that.  I’ll go ask Clay if you won’t tell me.”  I started to walk away from him before I felt his large hand wrap around my upper arm.  “No,”

“I j-just….”  And with that he completely broke down; sobbing on my shoulder and quivering.  “Shh…”

We stayed like that until the bell rang.

And then he straightened up, put on his infamous smirk, nodded at me, and walked away.  Leaving me behind.

“Y/N, how well do you know your boyfriend?”  Clay asked me a few weeks after the incident in the hallway.  I was opening my locker and retrieving my history books.  He was the only one that knew about me and Zach.  He’s my cousin, and he found a picture of us when he was over for a family dinner.

“Why? Did something happen?”  I looked up and noticed that Clay looked out of it.  Turning around and facing the other end of the hallway, Justin was staring us down with a calculated gaze, along with Zach, who looked like he was about to walk over here.

“I think he had something to do with Hannah’s death.”  I stopped before closing my locker.  Turning to Clay, I didn’t want to believe him, but ever since the whole school found out, Zach has been more distant lately: never answering my texts or calls, purposefully ignoring me in classes, not making eye contact, or sometimes running into me “by mistake”, just so he could talk to me in school.  

Zach was a great boyfriend: always treating me right.  But lately, it was like he was trying to break my heart. Looking back over at Zach and his group, I made my decision.  “Okay Clay, walk with me to my next class.”

Clay and I started to walk down the hallway towards our history class.  We were getting closer and closer to Zach and his friends, and I felt my phone buzz in my pocket.  Ignoring it, I looked straight at Zach, and then the rest of his friends.  

We made it to class safely without a scratch and I sighed in relief when I noticed that we had a substitute teacher.  I sat down and then turned to Clay, “Alright cuz’, what’s going on.”

Fifty minutes and a shattered heart later, I had heard everything I needed to: Hannah was bullied, not only by Justin Foley and his group, but even by my faithful boyfriend.  

When the bell rang, symbolizing the end of the day, I hurriedly grabbed my things and sprinted out of the classroom, making it to the parking lot in record time.  I could easily find Zach’s six three frame standing by his car, talking with some kids in his biology class.

I made my way through the parked cars and finally reached his.  When Zach finally noticed me he said goodbye to the other kids and made his way towards me.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”  He looked worried.

I held my hand up to stop him from coming closer, “Tell me it isn’t true Zach.”

His face paled, “Y-Y/N..”  He paused, “She’s lying.”

My eyes narrowed, “No she isn’t.  You think I’m stupid.”  

Zach ran his hand through his hair, a act of nervousness.  “No, I think you’re the smartest girl in the world, and the dumbest for dating me.”

“So it is true.”


He tried to take a few steps towards me, but I refused.  I was disgusted with the boy in front of me.  I always told Zach that his friends weren’t good people, but he refused to listen to me.  He told me once that he always wanted to be the popular guy with the beautiful girlfriend that he could show off to his friends.  He had all of that, except for the showing me off part.  

“I don’t want to break up like this, tell me you never loved me.  Or-r that it wasn’t real and that you found somebody else.”  I whispered.

“Break my heart Zach.”

I looked up at him to find him already staring at me, with a heartbroken look on his face.  I felt a few tears slip from my watery Y/E/C eyes and I wiped them away with my sleeve.  

“Y/N.”  He whispered, “I can’t-t.”

Even though he was the strongest on the court, he was the weakest when it came to me.  I was his kryptonite.  Without looking at him I straightened my backpack and slowly turned around and started to walk away.

“Goodbye Zach, I hope you have a great rest of your high school life.  I hope you got the full experience of high school.”  

Title: “I Don’t Wanna Live Forever”

@ohmypageet requested: Hey! I wanna ask you ‘bout if you write song fics or not. If you do can you write negan x reader one with the song “I don’t wanna live forever” (by Zayn and Taylor Swift)

Character(s): Negan and Reader
Summary: Negan realizes the truth to the saying, “you never know what you have until you’ve lost it.” When you, one of his wives, decide to leave him, you wonder if you’ve made the right decision and Negan starts to question if he should have let you go in the first place.
Word Count: 3,208
Warning: Angst (kinda)???
Author’s Note: All right. I have listened to this song multiple times and @ohmypageet, thank you so so much for sending this request in. It definitely took me out of my comfort zone and I loved writing this story! It also shows a different side of Negan that we all know he’s capable of having ;-). So, here’s to my first attempt at a songfic, and I hope you enjoy it! :-)

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Song: I Don’t Wanna Live Forever by ZAYN and Taylor Swift (lyrics are in italics)

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EXO Reaction #18: “Obliviate”

Originally posted by angel-in-slow-motion



Baekhyun held his wand straight towards you.  You were sitting in the couch looking at your phone.  Your eyes on a photo of you and baekhyun him kissing your cheek. He smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek remembering how he was so happy to finally have you.  But now he had to leave.  His friends, his brothers say out in the car waiting to go back to the train, back to danger, danger than she would be in.  Taking in a deep breath he whispered.


Originally posted by dazzlingkai



“Chanyeol?” You called out as you walked into his apartment. Standing there in front of a suitcase he held his wand in his hand.

“Chanyeol?” You ask timidly as he turned around a serious look on his face.

“I’ve been told that muggles can’t know even if we want to spend a lifetime with them.”  

“That’s the second time you called me a muggle.”  You smiled as tears started to slip out.  He smiled as he whipped away at his eyes.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered.  

“Can I just have a kiss before.  I know I won’t remember but please…if I was…I would want a last kiss.”  Chanyeol walked over wiping away a tear as he held your face in his one hand. He clutched the wand tightly as he kissed you. His lips pressing hard against yours as he tried to hold everything in.  As he pulled away he hesitated as he spoke.  

“Obliviate.”  His face slowly went from the man you loved to someone who you’ve never met. You stumbled back as you looked around the room.  

“How did I get here?”

“You…were looking for a friend.”  

“Oh…do I know you?”  

“In a dream maybe.”  He smiled as you turned nodding.

“I’m sorry to bother you.”  You stated leaving him with a smile.  

Originally posted by yeollovemebaek



Jongdae rolled over in bed as he looked down at you. His eyes soften as his phone buzzed against the side table.  Looking at it his face fell.  

She’s in danger you need to leave - Chanyeol

Jongdae looked down at you.  He bite his bottom lip as he kissed the top of your head, his wand from under his pillow gripped in his hand.  


Originally posted by lawlliets


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Isaac Lahey Imagine- If I Die Young

Anon- Can you do an imagine where the reader is dating Isaac and like they love each other and when their fighting the Nogitsune she dies instead of Aiden and Instead of Isaac being there he would be inside the school with Lydia and the others. Then when Lydia runs outside Isaac runs too and then he sees the readers dead body and you can do the rest? Sorry this is long.

Author’s Note- Sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it, but I was trying to make it as sad as I could so I focused more on memories rather than the build up of the reader’s death. I also made it so both Allison and Aiden didn’t die. I hope you enjoy x


The last day of your life, at seventeen. Death is unavoidable, but it came too soon for Y/F/N. Of course you knew your time was limited, like everyone else’s on earth and yet still it’s a shock when it happens to us and the people we hold close to our hearts. You never know what day could be your last and sometimes that never quite sinks in.

“I’m here to save my best friend” Allison said heroically, you’d always admire her for her strength. “Remember what we agreed?” Isaac asked sternly. “I’m not waiting in the car, I’m not sitting around doing nothing while two of my best friends are in there dying!” you exclaimed, forever feeling weak. “I promised to keep you safe, get in the car now!” he shouted. “You know what, fuck you Isaac!” you didn’t know where that anger came from, but you knew deep down he was doing the best he could to protect you. Regardless, you stormed back into the car and slammed the door shut, Isaac locking it behind you. He blew a kiss at you through the window, you rolled your eyes but pretended to catch it anyway with an involuntary smile on your face. They all then split off, some to find Lydia and Stiles, some to help fight off the Oni. You were sitting in the car for what seemed like hours, hearing the sound of growls and swords. That’s when you saw Ethan, Aiden and Derek walking towards Void Stiles, who was guarded by more Oni soldiers. “It’s silver, silver kills them!” you heard Allison shout, but you noticed the other three didn’t hear as they began to fight. Without hesitation you began to pull on the door handle but you were completely locked in. You noticed one of the windows at the back was slightly open and so easier to break, you climbed over and began to kick it with all your force until it eventually broke. You then proceeded to climb out, ignoring the cuts you got from the shattered glass. You pried open the trunk of the car and took out one of Argent’s guns and ensured you picked up the silver bullets, you loaded it before following the three of them. “Y/N! Get out of here!” Derek shouted, as a sword sliced his back. You ignored him and ran down the stairs before shooting the Oni in the chest with a bullet and watched as it immersed into green smoke. The four of you shared a small moment of optimism and hope, until the worst thing imaginable happened. “Y/n move” Aiden shouted, but it was too late. They watched as a sword was being pulled from your stomach, before Void Stiles and the remaining Oni disappeared. Derek managed to catch you as you fell to the ground. It didn’t hurt and that’s what scared you. Allison and Kira ran down to you all, both of them devastated by what they were seeing. “Oh my god” Allison gasped, covering her mouth with the sleeve of her jacket as she stood there crying at your motionless body. Lydia’s shill scream echoed through the heads of the werewolves, before her, Scott and Isaac ran out of the building. “No” Isaac said with a weak whisper upon seeing everyone crying around someone. “NO!” He shouted as he ran down the stairs to you. He dropped onto his knees as his heart sank, he cradled you in his arms as Derek stood up. Scott and Lydia walked over hand in hand, joining the others during such a sombre moment in all of your lives. Your shaky hand reached out and cupped Isaac’s cheeks, as his tears dripped down his face. You smiled softly, but this time it was different, your face smiled but your eyes did not. “Please don’t leave me” he cried. “I love you, Isaac Lahey” you managed to say. “I love you” he said softly as you took your last breath. He began screaming your name as your eyes fluttered closed, he clung onto your body until he had to be pried off hours later by the paramedics, but it was already too late. You were gone. 

Isaac slowly approached the front of the church, a crumpled piece of paper in his hand. He unravelled it and swallowed thickly before beginning the speech he never thought he’d have to give so soon for the girl he loved. “The hardest part of losing someone isn’t having to say goodbye but having to live without them. Spending the rest of your own life, trying to fill the void and emptiness that’s left in your heart as theirs stops beating. Before I met Y/n my life was grey and I was lost in an abyss of nothingness, but she brought colour to my life and feelings I thought I’d never experience and now I watch as that colour slowly fades back to grey- because I’m nothing without her. Death no longer scares me, but a life without her does. Believe me when I say, not a second goes by where I don’t think about that day. The day I lost the one person that has loved me as much as I loved them. Y/n gave me so many memories, some of my happiest and saddest but I wouldn’t change a single moment of them. I wish I would have told her this while, while- she was still alive. Death leaves a heartache that no one can heal but love leaves a memory no one can ever steal. I love you Y/F/N, I always have and I always will and I hope you find peace and a way to forgive me” Isaac began to get chocked up, until he couldn’t say anything more. He wiped his eyes and left the stand, hanging his head with the emotions he felt.

When Isaac arrived back in his seat, he zoned out and remembered the exact moment he realised he loved you. His dad had just beat the crap out of him and you heard from next door. You opened your bedroom window and climbed onto the part of the roof that connected both of your houses together. He was already sitting there, his head in his hands. You didn’t need to say anything, you just needed to be the shoulder he would cry on. “Shhh” you soothed as you heard a sob escape his mouth. “I hate him, so fucking much” he whispered harshly. “Come on” you said, lifting his head up. “What?” he asked, looking at you quizzically. “We’re going out” you told. “It’s 1am?” he said confused. “So?” you said with a smirk, taking his hand and helping him up. He shook his head and smiled, before going down the drainpipe. You followed shortly behind and he caught you as you got close to the floor. “Where are we going exactly?” he questioned. “Anywhere” you claimed. After half an hour of aimlessly wondering around the streets of Beacon Hills you came across an empty park, you’d been there a few times when you were little. You guided him over to the swing set and sat down, gently rocking. “Y/n” he suddenly said, you could tell by the tone of his voice that something was bothering him. “Yeah?” you asked, looking at him. “You’re the only person that’s been there for me, through all the shit that’s happened in my life and I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for it” he rambled. “You don’t have to thank me, because I know how much it means to you” you smiled sympathetically. Sometimes his eyes reflected the sorrow he felt and it was truly upsetting to see. “I’m always going to be here. Forever and always” you continued, a promise you made when his mom passed away. In that moment, he realised something that had literally been staring him in the face. “I love you, as more than a best friend” he randomly blurted out. You couldn’t ignore the goose bumps that rose on your skin or the missed beat by your heart as you stared back at him. “I do too, but-” you began. “But as a friend” he finished for you, as his head dropped. “As more than a friend actually, but we’ll never be anything more” you claimed, sadness in your voice. “Why are you afraid to love me? Because everyone else I’ve loved dies, moves away or ends up hating me?” his biggest fear was always rejection. “I’m not afraid to love you Isaac. I’m only afraid to lose you” you said softly. “You wont lose me, we’ve been best friends for years and you’ve still got me” he cupped your cheeks gently. ”I just don’t want things to change” you sobbed, looking up at his blue eyes. “Change can be a good thing” he barely finished his sentences before you pressed your lips to his and wrapped your arms around his neck, like you were never going to let go. It was worth the wait, but who knew he would be your first and last love?

With the last of Lydia’s strength through all of her hurt, she stood up and approached the front with Allison. You had been friends forever and it was a horrible feeling having to let go of someone you thought would be with you forever, with the supernatural involved or not this was never how it was supposed to end. They began their speech together, taking it in turns to say something about your loss. “Your life still matters, even when you’re gone. Y/n still matters, she always has and she always will.The good die young because God needs them. He needs her. But so do we, I need her. Goodbyes hurt the most when people leave without saying them, and we all have to learn to accept that we’ll never hear one or have the chance to say goodbye for the last time. She was too pure for this hell we call life, but she was also too young to be taken so soon in such a tragic way. Today is one of those days where I wish I was a little girl, who could just crawl into my mother’s lap and cry until the hurt goes away. But I cant and even then I don’t believe the pain will ever go away. Y/n was a beautiful girl, she still is and I know she wouldn’t want to see us mourn forever. She was a firm believer in moving forward and as hard as it is, we have to try and do the same, if not for us, then for her. Her memory will forever live on and a piece of her extraordinary soul will be embedded in each of us. Thank you” Allison and Lydia were weeping as they walked back to their seats. They took their places beside Scott and Stiles and every pack member were met with their memories of you playing over in their minds, for the rest of your funeral.

Four months later

Lydia finished arranging a bunch of your favourite flowers on your grave, before standing up and meeting Allison’s tight embrace. There everyone stood: Scott, Stiles, Kira, Lydia, Allison, Ethan, Aiden, Derek- and Isaac. They visited you every chance they got, sometimes they’d visit on their own and talk to your gravestone for hours or they’d bring a fresh bunch of flowers. “I miss her” Stiles announced. He smiled for a second, remembering the time you would make him dress up as a princess when you were little. “We all do” Scott continued, remembering all the times you’d let him vent his anger to you, just before a full moon, to stop him from doing anything crazy. “Are you guys ready?” Kira asked softly, she hadn’t known you long but you had a huge impact on her life. They all said goodbye to you, before heading back to their cars. “ You coming?” Derek asked, noticing Isaac was still kneeling on the floor. “I’ll meet up with you guys later” he said. He waited until the others left to place a necklace down. Before you died, he had one engraved to celebrate your anniversary but he never had the chance to give it to you. For months it was sitting on his desk, but his grief was eating away at him. He stayed there for hours after. Some people thought Isaac never got over your death, others say he never will. But for now he clung to the image of being reunited with you one day, where you will be together. Forever.

I don’t know if I like this, thoughts? Requests are closed for now x

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(Lightly expanded from another fic I had read.)

You were just leaving the medical tent as the sun was starting to set when you were approached by Clark, her lap dog Bellamy following close behind. You always had gotten along with Clarke, you worked with her in the medical wing of the arch before you had been arrested for stealing medicine.
“(Y/N),"she started,"hey we need to ask you something,”
“What’s that?"you asked her smiling.
"We need to start saving supplies if we’re gonna move anywhere outside the camp,"she started nervously.
"We need your tent,"Bellamy finished for her.
You didn’t really have a problem with it, just as long as you wouldn’t be left to sleep on the forest floor or in the sick air of the dropship.
"Where should I sleep then?"you asked already mentally planning the most convent way to pack up all your stuff.
Clarke shifted,"well we’re all gonna have to double up. And there’s still a spot left for you…”
“Okay, who’s tent am I in?"you asked just as an arm moved around your shoulder.
You recognized the black, leather sleeve from Murphy’s patched up leather jacket.
You shook your head slapping his hand off you,"no. Absolutely not,”
“Oh come on!"Bellamy scoffed.
"No, I’m not sharing with Murphy. No way,"you protested as his hand moved over your shoulder.
"Ah! You’re gonna break my heart,"murphy smirked.
"I’ll break a lot more if you don’t shut up,"you scowl slapping his hand away again as he backed off.
"Murphy, beat it."Bellamy scoffed
"Ill see you later then (y/n),"murphy winked walking off.
"Really?,"you stared at them wide-eyed,"you want me to sleep in the same tent as him?!”
Bellamy put his hand on your arm,“Come on, please? It’ll be just like back when he was hurt and you took care of him,"he explained.
"But then he needed help. Now he doesn’t need it and I just don’t feel super comfortable sharing a bed with him,"you crossed your arms.
Clarke stepped forward replacing Bellamy’s hand with hers,"please (y/n) we really need the extra supplies,”
You looked at murphy then back at Bellamy and Clarke, You felt your defense breaking down and sighed,“fine! I’ll do it!”
The sun was just starting to set as you finished packing up your things to move to the other side of camp. You hesitated at the front of Murphy’s tent. You could hear him inside,
Humming. Praying maybe? He didn’t really seem like the religious type. Finally you unzipped the opening and set your bag inside.
“I thought I heard someone out there,"murphy turned his far to the side to face you.
"Hey,"you greeted him awkwardly sitting down,"one bed huh?”
“Yep, just the one,"he cracked a little smile,"I don’t bite. A little handsy but I don’t bite,”
You rolled your eyes holding in your laugh as you turned and unzipped you bag looking for a sleep shirt. Out of the corner of your eye you watched as murphy started pulling his shirt off. You found yourself staring at his toned back. Little scars scattered the surface of his back like a painting. His pale skin looked so pained as his hands moved over the bruised and scarred skin of his torso.
“It’s not polite to stare,"you hadn’t even notice you were starring.
"Sorry…"you turned away digging through your bag. You searched desperately for something warm to sleep in, you thin black t shirt wouldn’t cut it,"shit”
“What?"Murphy asked turning to face you.
You looked at his toned, pale chest,"um..I can’t find my sleep shirt,”
He brought out a black long sleeve shirt and tossed it to you,“wear that,”
“T-thank you,"you nodded to him before turning back around and starting to remove your shirt.
When you were left in just your black bra you pulled down your pony tail letting your hair fall to your shoulders. A finger moved down to the side of your spine, over a scar you had back there.
"How did you get that?"Murphy asked you, moving his hand over it again.
Your skin was hyper sensitive as you felt his hand on your skin. His hands were surprisingly warm and rough but gentle.
"I fell off the bed when I was little cut my back on an exposed bed frame. Took four stitches to fix it,"you explained still mesmerized by the feeling of his hand on you.
His hand moved back up your spine to your neck so he could trace his fingers over three scratches on your neck and collarbone,"and these?”
“You’re not the only one here whose had their time with the grounders,"you instructive u cocked your head to the side so your hair felt the other way, letting his see it better.
You weren’t prepare for what you felt next, his lips. Soft, warm, smooth pressing against the disfigured skin. Murphy’s other hand moved around your waist pulling you closer to him. His bare chest rubbed against your back.
"what are you doing?"you mumbled turning to meet his eyes.
"You’re the only person whose kind to me, I’m just Returning the kindness,"he looked into your eyes before leaning in slowly to kiss you.
You hesitate before kissing him back. John murphy. Criminal jackass john Murphy was kissing you, softly, tenderly. Moving his hands over your body in the slightest of ways.
You pulled off slightly,"Murphy…”
“Don’t talk,"he kissed you again.
"No, murphy stop,"you pulled off.
He stopped his hands and his lips,"I-I..I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he ran a hand through his hair.
“No, That’s not what I’m saying,"you put your hand on his shoulder,"I just…where did this come from? You’ve never shown any attraction to me until right now,”
He looked down,“remember back when I was still sick? And I was having those night terrors? Every time I would wake up you were always right there ready to calm me down. You’re the only person I know who can calm me down as easily as you do. Frankly you make me want to be a better person and down here I don’t know how many chances a guy like me is gonna get with a girl like you.”
You were taken back, you could also tell that he had never said anything like this to anyone. He wasn’t a sentimental guy, you knew that. And yet you remembered the week you took care of him and how different he is when he’s alone. Sweeter, softer, less guarded. You had also been physically attracted to him, he was handsome you knew that. But after that you had formed an emotional attraction, a real one that you were unfamiliar with.
“Please say something…"he asked you fiddling with his hands.
"Murphy,"you put your hand on his cheek and kissing his softly.
You felt his hesitation as he kisses you back moving his hands back over your hips. You moved over his so he was laying on his back.
His hands over you back felt amazing as he reached to unclasp your bra your lips migrated to his jaw as your eyes me with his. You hesitated before kissing his neck. Since the hanging incident he didn’t like anything to touch his neck, even when you had to clean the scar tissue forming there.
"Can I?"you asked him just the feeling of your breath was enough for him to tense up. He swallowed and locked his lips before nodding.
You kissed it lightly feeling the thin scar from the wire noose against your lips. Murphy flinches at the gentle feeling against such a mistreated part of him. Eventually he adjusted to the unusually gentle touches and relaxed.
"See…it’s not so bad,"you mumbled against his skin leaving little open mouthed kisses.
He moaned softly in agreement before moving your chin up to kiss you again. His tongue slipped between your lips. He was good, you couldn’t help but wonder what an expert tongue like that could do. You felt him hard against your thigh that had rested between his legs. You teased him a bit moving your thigh against the front of his pants.
"Don’t tease,"you moaned in your ear squeezing at your back.
"But it’s just so fun,"your breath fluttered against his ear.
He grabbed your lower back flipping you into your back leaning in close,"I said. Don’t tease.”
His blue eyes were dark as they looked deep into yours. Your hands gripped at his arms as he leaned in to kiss your neck. Desperate, biting kisses marked all over your skin causing hickies you knew would show tomorrow. He took one of your breasts in his hand making you moan. Your back arches instinctively up to his chest and his kisses your collarbone moving further down your stomach. He loops his thumbs in the waistband of your underwear pulling it off.
“Baby are you ready?"he cleared with you.
It felt strange to here such sweet words coming out of his mouth but you wanted him, all of him. You nodded pawing at his boxers as he took them off, his cock slapping against his lower stomach.
"See what you do to me?"he smirked at you surprised face.
"You’re…really big…"you stared at him seeing him blush a bit before he kissed you again.
His lips were swollen from the rough, needy kisses as he moved you back to your back and thrust into you, hesitating so you could adjust to his size. You weren’t a virgin but he was much bigger than you had expected. You gasp at his thrust into you again gripping his hair.
"F-fuck…"you moaned leaning your head back against his pillow.
He moved his hips faster burying his face in your neck as he moved faster. Murphy let out small guttural moans moving his hands over you bare back.
"So beautiful,"he smiled against your throat.
You leaned his face up licking the skin of his neck, effectively making him shiver. You couldn’t help but shout as he hits that perfect spot inside you. He frantically moved his hand over your mouth.
"We’ll get caught,"he muttered.
You just whimpered as he hit that spot again and again. Finally you couldn’t hold it in anymore and you came hard pulling at his dark hair. The loud moan you let out was enough to make him cum as well.
With a few more weak thrust he let you moved back to your back as he pulled out. Murphy laid next to you panting, the dim orange light from the lantern casting shadows on his pale, toned chest.
He opened his arm to you,"come here,”
You curled up to his side resting your head on his chest. Your fingered moved over his chest lighting and absentmindedly as he played with your hair.
“If we’re gonna keep this up you’re gonna have to learn how to keep it quiet,"he chuckled.
"I don’t mind people knowing I’m the one boning the big bad wolf,” you laughed.
“Big bad wolf huh?"he repeated,"I’ve been called worse,”
Murphy looked down at you before kissing your head,“you’re something else, (y/n) know that?”
“I’ve been called worse,"you shrugged kissing his chest.
"Would you…?” He asked
“Would i what?"you rested your head on your hand to be eye level with him.
"Want to keep doing this? Us? Together?"he blushed.
You rolled your eyes chuckling,"I guess you wouldn’t be the worst thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Come on..I’m being serious,"he rubbed your back.
You kissed his lips softly,"I’m in if you are,”
“I’m in,"he smiled kissing you again.
"Looks like sharing a tent won’t be so hard after all?"you kissed his cheek laying back on his chest.

anonymous asked:

I need these little shits to loose their composure (their shits) and become super nervous to the point of stuttering. Can i have akashi, kise, aomine, himuro, takao, imayoshi, haizaki meeting their dream girl/wet dreams on legs/god is that you. Damn, bitch, you fine~/or just long time crush

(what if she is all of that for them)

Akashi’s a composed guy, so he’ll probably take your hand and kiss it gently. But he’s also a little out of touch with ‘commoner practises’ like dating, so expect him to ask, “It would be my greatest pleasure if you allow me to court you.”

When you accept, he gives a gentle smile and squeezes your hand gently. But what you can’t see is that he’s actually sweating a ton, and his heart is flip flopping in his chest. The idea makes him chuckle- is it true, is the Akashi Seijuurou actually nervous in front of his love.

“Why’d you chuckle?” You’ll ask.

“Nothing, my dear. Just delighted to be in your company.”

Kise’s rather prone to blushing easily, even if he likes to pretend he’s some kind of suave ladies’ man. His cheeks will be rosy pink, and he’ll grab your shirt and force you to to turn around and face him.

Your curious eyes gaze at him, and Kise wants to melt into a puddle of goo, because he’s never been so anxious yet so in love before. “_-_____cchi,” the nickname tumbles from his lips before he can stop it. You obviously detect the nervousness in his tone and place a comforting hand on his arm, giving it a squeeze.

“Stop! _____cchi, stop!” He yells, and you recoil, hurt. Kise shuts his eyes tight and manages to get what he wanted to say out.

“______cchi! You are making it very hard for me to confess when you keep acting cute like that!”

Aomine sighs in bliss when he enters another fantasy-realm in his mind where you’re dating him. He can just imagine, you dressing as a sexy cheerleader for him, making sure his belly is full and napping with him. Nothing makes him happier than when his mind offers him this sweet reprieve from his tiresome lessons.

Only a tugging of his sleeve gets him out of his reverie. He’s about to scold the pest, thinking it’s Sakurai, but it’s really just you, looking at him in concern. He snaps upright in his seat and turns to face you.

Damn it, why is the room so hot, he thinks, fanning himself with his collar.

“Aomine-kun,” you say, “you’ve got pen ink on your cheek.”

Aomine sputters incoherently for a moment, before burying his head in his hands out of shame.

Himuro: Now it takes a lot to get this guy to blush because he hardly ever loses his cool. But when a lone figure is waiting for him after practise at the entrance of the gym, Himuro’s hopes soar to the sky. He knows it’s you and he rushes over, with a dusting of pink all over his cheeks.

“______! This is a surprise,” he says, flashing you a charming smile.

“Himuro-kun,” you reach into your bag for something. Himuro is sure it’s a confession letter, and you’re someone he definitely doesn’t want to turn down, so he prepares his best smile and body posture despite his thundering heart.

“I was wondering which part of the project you wanted to do?” You ask, showing him your worksheet, which was discussed in class earlier today.

“UH,” is all he says, too shocked to formulate a proper response.

Takao’s a bright and bubbly guy who doesn’t get flustered easily, except when he’s around you. When he sees you walking down the hallway towards him, he tugs Midorima’s sleeve and hides behind him. The action surprises Midorima, causing him to nearly drop his lucky item.

“Fool,” he curses, “what do you think you’re doing!”

“Shin-chan,” whispers Takao, “it’s her! My dream girl, and she’s walking towards me for some reason and I-”

“Takao-kun?” He hears your sweet, sweet voice ask him. Removing himself from behind Midorima, he peeks at you.


“You, um, dropped this,” you say, handing him his wallet.

“O-oh, thank you,” Takao replies.

“Nice ID picture by the way,” you giggle, a little pink to your cheeks. Takao’s face turns tomato red and he hops back to his spot behind Midorima to hide in shame.

Imayoshi’s sly grin drops off his face when you randomly appear in the gym during practice. He thought you were some other girl coming to the gym for who-knows-what but when you are the one who walks through those doors, every rational thought he has flies out of the window.

“_______-chan,” he runs over to you, waving a hand casually, “w-what are you doing here?”

“Sakurai-kun asked me to make these because he was busy last night,” you say, handing him a container of honey-soaked lemons. Imayoshi’s mouth waters and his heart thuds like drum, when he reaches out to take the container from you.

He can see you wiping your hands on your skirt subtly as you leave the gym and he curses his sweaty palms, but mostly curses his inability to keep his cool around you.

Haizaki didn’t ever think he’d find himself in this situation: have a puppy crush on you. Sure you were his friend, sure you were hot, and sure the two of your got along really well, but.

Nothing will ever stop the sickening feeling of butterflies in his tummy when you grin at him and nothing will stop the dreams he has of you either. Some turn out to be good, while others turn out to be even better.

“Oi, Haizaki,” you conk the back of his head when he drifts off during a math lesson. Haizaki’s eyelids snap open and he turns to face you, a harsh string of words already on his tongue, but instead finds himself tongue-tied and dumbfounded.

“Pay attention you idiot!” You hiss, out of concern for his grades not out of malice.

“Uh, okay,” he complies, a response which surprises the both of you. You guess he’s a little drowsy and so his defences are lowered, but Haizaki knows better. He knows his soft spot is growing exponentially.

You Said You Loved Me | Tate Langdon

Originally posted by sociallyawkwardcapricorn

paring: Reader x Tate

warnings: possible trigger warning, angst, some fluff

requested: by @xxstardustlarryxx

I ran up the stairs to my room, tears clouding my vision. I took the stairs two at a time until I finally made it to my room. I threw myself on the bed and stared up at the ceiling. My hands were shaking, so I laid them down on my stomach to try and settle them. I tried to calm my breathing but it wasn’t working too well. My throat felt so strained from holding back the tears.

I closed my eyes and just pictured myself anywhere but here. How easy would it be to just pack up and leave this place? I hate school. I hate that stupid bitch Jenna. I just wanna run away somewhere and never have to hear her again. A sudden wave of motivation running through me, I sprang up off my bed and pushed my closet open. I grabbed a duffel bag and threw it on the bed.

I began to toss clothes on the bed until I felt like I had enough. I stomped to the bed and began to fold the clothes. I took a deep breath and stopped and stared at what I was doing.

“Where you going?” A voice asked, making me jump and turn around to see Tate in my bean bag chair. I placed a hand over my heart and closed my eyes.

“Jesus, don’t scare me like that!” I said, sighing and sitting down on the bed.

He got up and walked over in front of me. “Sorry, but you’re scaring the hell out of me.”

“Why?” I said, furrowing my eyebrows.

“Because it looks like your leaving.” He said, glancing over to the bag of clothes.

“Oh, that…” I mumbled.

“Yeah. That.” He said, gesturing to it. “Are you okay, Y/N? You’ve been crying.”

Instictively, I wiped my face with my sleeve. “What? No, I haven’t.”

He gave me a knowing look and sat down next to me on the bed away from the duffel bag. “What happened?” He said, placing his hand on my knee and looking up to me with his big puppy dog eyes.

“Jenna…” I said, looking down at my lap and playing with my hands.

I felt Tate tense up. “What did she say?”

“It’s really not important, Ta-”

“It made you cry. It’s important.” He stated, sternly.

I gulped, closing my eyes, thinking about everything she said. I took a deep breath. “I was just minding my own business in the commons. I was looking at my phone. Jenna comes up and takes my phone from me. I tell her to give it back and she just laughs and says, ‘You can’t have any friends. Why do you need it?’ and I tried to snatch it back, but I couldn’t get it. It was already unlocked so she started going through it. I had written some things down in my notes.. some really personal stuff. She starts reading it out loud and there were tons of people there. Everyone just starts laughing and she’s just taunting me the whole time.” I said.

Tate grits his teeth and takes a deep sigh. “That fucking bitch. If I ever got a hold of her I would-”

“Tay, stop. It doesn’t matter.” I said, grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze.

His features softened at the nickname you had for him, but he still looked furious. “So, what? You’re just going to leave?”

I looked back down to the bag and bit my lip. “Why wouldn’t I? What’s stopping me, huh?”

“What about the people that you care about here?”

“My parents wouldn’t miss me anyways.” I said, zipping the duffle bag up.

“I meant me.” He said.

I looked up from the bag, but not at him. I was too afraid I would be sucked in by those puppy dog eyes.

“Tay…” I started.

“You said you loved me. Isn’t that reason enough to stay?” He said, and I could hear him choking up.

I closed my eyes and thought about the night we kissed. The words flew out of my lips before I could even realize they had. Tate had grabbed my face and kissed me and I’d never felt anything like it.

We hadn’t spoken of it since. I was scared. Hell, I was terrified. Tate is stuck in this house forever. He is a ghost. How can I let myself go down that road? That’s just begging to get myself hurt. What if we move? What happens then?

I felt the tears well up in my eyes. “Tay, you’re my best friend.”

He shook his head and the tears fell down his face. All I wanted to do was run into his arms and say that I loved him and I want to be with him forever. But I didn’t.

“Y/N, don’t give me that bullshit. You can’t deny that you feel something for me. I see it all over your face.” He said, coming over to me and grabbing my face in his hands. I closed my eyes, refusing to look at him. “Y/N, look at me.” He whispered and I just shook my head.

The next thing I know, he’s kissing me. My eyes shoot open, but I just can’t make myself pull away. My eyes flutter shut and I begin to kiss him back. My hands fly to his hair and pull him as close to me as possible. Gosh, he just feels so real.

I pull away. “Tate, I can’t do this.”

“Why not?” He presses.

“Because you’re a ghost!” I said, frustrated.

He just stared at me and dropped his hands and backed away from me. “You think this is something I want? You think I chose this?” He yelled.

“Of course not! But what happens if I have to move? I can’t stay in this house forever!”

“Why not?” He yelled.

I just looked at him. I thought about the way he looked at me. I thought about the way he kissed me. I thought about how he looked scared as hell that I would walk out any minute. I loved him. What would I even do without him?

Without really thinking about how it could ever work, I grabbed him by his collar and kissed him again. His hands grabbed my waist and pulled me to him with a need I’ve never felt from another person. It’s like we couldn’t get close enough. I finally pulled away and looked up to him. “I love you, Tate. I’m not going anywhere.” I said, and wrapped my arms around him, placing my head in his neck.

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Lena finds out that supergirl isn't half human, or born on earth (because superman says he was sent here as a baby, and he clearly looks older), but is actually older than superman and remembers krypton?

She doesn’t know why she’s surprised when she flies by L-Corp and finds Lena working. Weekends had never seemed to matter to the CEO, so it stands to reason holidays wouldn’t either.

Still. It makes her…she doesn’t think sad is the appropriate word, but it’s something close to that—an intense sorrow mixed in with a generous dose of empathy. After all, if there’s anyone who can understand wanting to be alone during the holidays, it’s Kara.

(Kara Danvers has a family; she has a sister and a mother, and she cried the day Eliza taught her the Danvers family secret eggnog recipe, stayed up all night with Alex wrapping presents, ate candy canes by the dozen. But Kara Zor-El has never celebrated Christmas, has never experienced snow, has never been able to sing carols or eat cookies shaped like Santa or decorate a tree.

It’s a hard line to draw, and sometimes the distinction blurs and she’s not quite sure who she is, but the holidays invariably bring everything back into focus: the holidays, without fail, remind her that who she is on Earth is not her true identity.)

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Stop A Bullet - Black Light Burns

Trigger Warnings: Abuser’s POV/Victim getting revenge? (those things are not at all comparable and victims getting revenge on abusers aren’t abusive for doing so imo, it’s just unclear in the song! -nik) 

Genre: Rock


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Breathtakingly Beautiful

Request:  Losing your virginity to Bucky *eyebrow waggle*

Request: Bucky X reader, the reader is a part of the team. And she and Bucky start to hook up at one of Tony’s parties, they aren’t dating. But as they are getting into it, the reader stops because she is a virgin and kinda nervous. She is about the same age as Bucky but it’s just that sex has never interested her before him. @tiagrindalen

A/N: i hate this fic. it took me weeks to get started and ive been working on it off and on and i just hate it. 

Bucky felt the music move through his body as he leaned against the bar while holding a half empty glass of liquor in his left hand. He could feel his heart beat to the rhythm of the music that echoed through the common room as he glanced around, looking for a certain someone. When his eyes met your body, he immediately was entranced. He loved the way your hips swayed from side to side as you let the melody take control of your body and how you were so immersed in the music that you didn’t notice anyone else in the room. And when you smiled, it was the most breathtakingly beautiful thing he has ever seen in the entire world, and if he were to die at this very moment, Bucky could die a happy man. Bucky’s heart would clench a little every time he saw one of Tony’s guests come up behind you and dance with you, and with that dress, it would happen a little too often for Bucky’s taste.

“Don’t break that,” Tony drunkenly said as he glided his way over next to Bucky, turning to face the bartender as he ordered another drink. Bucky’s grip on the glass tightened when he saw some man grab your hips and move them forcefully against his crotch. It took all of Bucky’s willpower to stay at the bar instead of marching his way over to you and introducing his fist to the man’s face.

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spicystarburst  asked:

Admin-nim did u have some compilation of fave yoonmin fics or something?

These are our absolute favorites, sorted alphabetically by author. Of course, this list is always getting new additions! :D - Admins N + P

Would you like to Play a game? 01

02, 03, 04, 05

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Genre: Fluff/slight angst

Word Count: 2,594

Summary: (Y/n) works as a psychiatrist in a large mental hospital. She takes a risk for her job to accompany a mentally ill boy who has been alone for quite some time.

Originally posted by chyoft

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one last time / jeon jungkook

i don’t know why but i keep writing jungkook angst

one last time
jeon jungkook angst

“please, just for one last time.”

Originally posted by tbhobi

You saw it coming. You had it coming. You expected it to come. 

And it did. 

He was right in front of you, tears welling up in his eyes, at the words that you were about to say. 

Because even Jeon Jungkook saw it coming. He had it coming. He expected it to come. 

“Jungkook, you know I love you to the moon and back, but I’m breaking up with you." 

When those words came out of your mouth, your heart clenched. You’ve never felt an emotional pain this strong. It was almost like someone was stabbing your heart, over and over again.

And his facial expressions only made it worse. 

Jeon Jungkook, the golden maknae, was crying. His face scrunched in a face of ultimate heartbreak and sadness. 

He was always so happy, happy with you, but now he was crying, because of you. 

"I see. I’m sorry, Y/N, I wish you the best in life,” his voice broke, tears silently rolling down his face. 

“But before we officially part ways, can I ask you of one last favour?”

“What is it?" 

Please don’t make this any harder, Jungkook, my heart cannot handle this heartbreak. 

"Please, let me kiss you, for one last time,” he took a step towards you, and you looked at those crying eyes. The eyes that were once filled with happiness and love, were now filled with sorrow and regret. 

He shouldn’t have neglected you, shouldn’t have taken you for granted, shouldn’t have put work before you, shouldn’t have made you feel unloved. So many “shouldn’t”-s and so many “should’ve”-s. 

He should’ve put you first, should’ve given you the love you deserve, should’ve showered you with kisses and hugs, should've stayed by your side.

You nodded, not wanting to speak, knowing that you would completely break down. 

He pressed his lips against yours, and you could feel all his emotions through his kiss. He was crying, you could feel it. 

You missed this, it reminded you of past times where it was just you and Jungkook against the world. It reminded you of all the lovey-dovey fluffy times. 

But after this, there wouldn’t be anymore moments like this. This kiss would be your last. 

He didn’t want to let go at all, and neither did you.

Jungkook was the first one to pull away and you felt like a part of you had been cut off. 

“Thank you, Y/N, I wish you happiness and I wish that you’ll find the man who’ll love you with all his heart.”

And he started to walk away. 

Jungkook hasn’t taken more than 10 steps when he felt someone cling onto the sleeve of his shirt. 

He didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. 

Please don’t make this any harder, Y/N, my heart can’t handle any more of this heartbreak. 

“You had one request, now I have one for myself.”

Not even five minutes into the break- up and you were already starting to regret your decision. Why does the best choice suddenly feel like the worse choice? Why does it hurt so much to let go? 

If there could be anything that you loved more than Jungkook, it would be his hugs. His warm, cuddly, comfortable hugs. 

“Please, Jungkook, hug me. It’s okay if you don’t want to, I mean, if you find it awkwar-”

You felt Jungkook’s arms around you, and you felt yourself melt into his arms. It reminded you of cuddle nights, where the two of you would be in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. You cried in his arms, not holding back one bit. 

“Jungkook, if you keep holding me like this, I wouldn’t want to let go,” you said in between sobs.

But he only held you tighter. It almost made you believe that you were having a bad day at work and your boyfriend was comforting you. Too bad that wasn’t the case. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I couldn’t be the best boyfriend, I’m sorry I couldn’t give you everything that you deserve. If I could turn back time, I would shower you with so much love, you wouldn’t even be able to imagine. i would take you out on so many dates, sprinkle your face with kisses, give you your favourite flowers. I still love you, Y/N Y/L/N, and I won’t ever stop." 

And he let go, the feeling of his lips and his touch still remaining. 

Jeon Jungkook started to walk away, but this time, you didn’t stop him. 

Missing touch

A/N: So I wrote this on my phone while working so and roughly scanned trough it so it may have some flaws, hope you like this one!

Words: 1666ish

Warnings: A bit daddy kink, smut, cursing.

The smell of food hit you nose as you walked through the front door of you apartment, you were a bit chocked since Harry was away on tour and wouldn’t be home for another week or so.
“Who the fuck is here?” You called out, scared that it would be a thief but let’s be honest, thief’s don’t break in to peoples apartments to cook.

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Jerry Ackles and Johnson Pada-?

Originally posted by ackles-is-the-best

Imagine: You’re dragged to a supernatural convention by your friend, confused and scared by the fandom.

(Possibly more parts to come…)

It’s the middle of winter, cold as balls out, but here was your friend, Serena, dragging you to go with her to some tv show convention.

“Serena, no!”

“Come on, you jerkface. I have two tickets and if you don’t go, my mom will!” She begged, grabbing onto your arm. “And I don’t want do go to a Supernatural convention with my mom!”

“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to go, but… Wait, no. It actually is because I don’t want to go.” You shrugged.

“How much do I have to pay you?” She smirked.

“3 days of my life.”

“Come on, name your price.”

“Fine. Let’s make a deal. If I go to this… convention… and I enjoy it, you’re off the hook. However, if this turns out to be the worst weekend ever, which I know it will be, I call dibs on ever single hot boy we see from now until marriage. Got it?”

She gasped, her hand flying to her chest in mock disbelief.

“Take it or leave it.”

“Oh God, fine.” She grumbled. “Pack your things, we’re leaving in an hour.”

The ride there was tiring. About a three hour drive. But before long, you finally got to the hotel. You wanted nothing more than to crash on the bed. It was exhausting listening to your friend ramble on and on about this stupid demonic show.

“Come on! Hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” She shrieked, grabbing your wrist and pulling you to the convention.

Let’s just say it was nothing like you’ve ever seen before. There were thousands of screaming women in the convention room and even some guys that were either cosplaying or looking like they were dragged as well.

Thankfully, Serena had front row seats. No doubt she must’ve spent a buttload of money on them. At least you’ll actually be able to see their faces.

“Y/N! LOOK!” You were snapped out of your thoughts by your friend smacking your arm and pointing ahead of you. 

“Hey everybody!” Some white guy with a mini beard shouted over the screaming fans.

“That’s Rob Benedict! Oh my god he’s such a little cutie.” She squealed, squeezing onto your arm. The stage was close enough that if she only said that a little louder, he would’ve definitely heard her. 

Some more white guys came out with him and started making jokes and loosening up the crowd. Well, they weren’t too bad. They might even pass of as funny…

“This is so lame!” You whispered, knowing better than to say that too loud in a room full of die-hard fans.

“Shhh! J2 is about to come out!”


“Jensen Ackles and Jared Padalecki!”

“Alright, whaddup with his last name though.”

“Don’t you dare make fun of my moose.”

“You mean muse?”

“No, moose.”

Your conversation was interrupted by the shrieking fans around you. You looked ahead to see them walk onto stage. One had a cleanly shaven face with long hair and beanie while the other one had stubble and a regular button-up with the sleeves rolled up. Alright, I won’t lie. They are kinda hot.

Serena’s grip on your arm turned deadly. You smacked her arm off and gave your attention to the men ahead of you.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” The taller one said, giving a heart stopping smile.


“Is that good or bad?” The other one chuckled. Damn, his voice was deep.


You laughed, shaking your head. This was going to be a long weekend.

The con was pretty much uneventful besides the cute one talking about how he’s insecure about his height whenever he stand next to the other one. You really got a feel for their personalities. Everything was going slow up until the mic was handed to Serena.

She grabbed it, breathing heavily and looking to you then up at them.

“Hi.” She breathed loudly into the mic. You tried with all you had not to laugh but you got away with a smirk.


“Hi, there.”

They said with stunning smiles.

Originally posted by dissputed

She open her mouth to talk again, but before the words could spill out, she fell to the floor. Did this bitch just faint??

The crowd of people gasped, some even tried to run over to see what happened. Jerry and Johnson also ran to the edge of the stage, leaning over to see Serena lying on the floor, mic still in hand.

“Serena??!” You worriedly asked, kneeling down and shaking her.

“Is she okay??” Jerry asked, climbing off the stage and running over to her. Staff members came out, too.

You shook her once more. “Come on, Serena.”

Her eyelids fluttered open and she gasped when the first thing she saw was Jerry leaning over her. “Are you okay?”

She nodded fast. He helped you lift her to her feet and gave her a gentle pat on the shoulder before returning to stage.

“Hang in there, sweetheart. Catch.” Johnson warned before tossing her a bottle of water. “Drink that and you’ll be okay.”

She caught it, nodding again. You laughed when you saw the absolute disbelief in her face.

“What was your question again?” Jerry asked her cautiously, probably afraid she’ll faint again.

She looked at you with wide eyes, handing you the mic.

“Are you kidding me?” You whisper-shouted. She shrugged, pushing you to say something.

“Um, hi. My friend here, as you can tell, is a hard-core Supernatural fan. Practically falling for you.” You chuckled at your pun. “So she dragged me to this convention and I’m just utterly confused and I don’t really know what’s going on or what to ask so just… I don’t know, tell me a story I guess.”

They laughed, looking to each other and shrugging.

“Well you’re in luck, sweetheart, we’ve got lots of stories.” Johnson said, looking at you with every bit of his attention.

“Jensen, how about we tell her about the time we got banned from the zoo?” Jerry said, his excitement definitely amusing. So the other guy’s name wasn’t Johnson??

The crowd erupted in laughter and screaming. whY ARE THESE WOMEN ALWAYS SCREAMING. You looked over to Serena, who was staring up at them with a smile. Pretty frigging creepy if you do say so yourself.

‘Jensen’ chuckled. “Okay, so me and Jared are at this zoo in, where? Canada, I think… ”

“Yeah, Canada. And Jensen here thought it was a good idea to eat a banana near the money cage.”

The crowd laughed and screamed again, already knowing where this story was going. Even you had the ghost of a smile on your face.

“And Jared thought it was okay to tease them about it.” Jensen laughed, shaking his head.

Anyways, long story short, we aren’t allowed to go there ever again for as long as we live.”

“With this job we have, it probably won’t be that long.”

More screaming.

You brought the mic up to your lips again, laughing. “Thank you.”

“Good enough story for ya?”

“It’ll do.” You smirked, having the crowd erupt in laughter again as Jensen made a mock-offended face. Yep, he was a cutie.

That smirk turning into a smile as you handed off the mic, you started to believe that this weekend won’t be so bad after all.

You were misunderstood. You walked around with your head held high and even I, at one point, thought you were on your high horse but then we got talking, started hanging out more. And then I saw the shy girl underneath, behind those brown hard eyes was my strong yet weak sweetheart. You are the epitome of opposites, you walk with your heart on your sleeve yet so high up its hard to reach. Your tongue is sharp with a tenderness to it. And I get you, I now see you for you.
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Prompt: Jiyong is loopy and high on painkillers after surgery and cheesy flirting ensues

Dami called you at nearly six in the morning on your cell, waking you from a dead sleep.

“Hey, is everything okay?” you asked mid yawn, squinting your eyes at the clock of your parent’s guest bedroom. 

“Kind of… but I wouldn’t be calling you if it was totally okay.”

“Dami,” you started to panic. “Is everyone alright? Is Jiyong? What’s going on?”

“Um, Jiyong’s just going into surgery right now, his-”

“WHAT?” You jumped out of bed and started searching for your shoes, never mind a pair of pants. Keys, keys, where are my keys?

“No, it’s not as bad as it sounds! Well, sort of…. his stomach was hurting him really badly yesterday and got worse through the night, so we finally convinced him to get it checked out and now here we are. He’s got appendicitis.”

She said it like it was just some pleasant surprise Jiyong had received, like he’d won a scratch ticket or game of Bingo. 

“Dami!” you half whined, half cried. “Why didn’t anyone call me earlier? I need to be there with him!”

“He wouldn’t let me! He knew you were visiting your parents and didn’t want you to worry and come all the way back in case it turned out to be nothing.”

“Well it’s not nothing and I’m on my way right now,” you said quickly while scribbling a note for your parents with a shaking hand. Once you hung up with Jiyong’s sister, you were out the door and taking off in your car for the hour and a half long drive back into the city. 


The sun had already risen when you met Dami at the hospital’s entrance, your hair still messed from sleep, a hoodie pulled over your pajama top and your sleep shorts wrinkled. 

“How is he?” you asked urgently, not stopping as she lead you to the elevator.

“Good, everything went smoothly. The nurse said he should be back in his room any minute now; he’s in recovery and just needs to wake up a bit more from the anesthetic first.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, you leaned against the elevator wall while Dami pressed the button for the 3rd floor. You’d been anxious since her call earlier, every worst case scenario running through your head, so to hear that he would be fine was a weight off your chest, finally allowing you to breathe. 

As promised, by the time you got to his assigned room, he’d already been brought up and his parents were sitting in a pair of chairs by his bed. 

“Hi,” you waved to them, and then immediately turned your attention to Jiyong. His eyes were closed and you thought maybe he was dozing but his mother shook the back of his hand. 

“Jiyongie, look who’s here to see you.”

Drowsily, his eyelids fluttered and his eyes found you at the foot of the bed.

You smiled. "Hey, Ji.“

He blinked a couple of times, like he was thinking hard on something. 

“You’re……….you’re really pretty,” he slurred, staring at you with half lidded eyes. Dami leaned over to whisper in your ear.

“He’s on some really heavy medication right now, this could be interesting….” she said and you both giggled. 

“And your laugh!” he suddenly called out to the room. “Like… the sound of angels when their wings move….”

You snorted. “What?”

“You know, when they do this,” he said and tried to wave his arms in what you assumed was a flapping motion but they just fell back limply on his sheets. He then turned his head towards his parents. “I’m thirsty.”

“Oh, I’ll go check with a nurse to see if you can have some water now-”

“No, Omma, I’m thirsty for her,” he said completely serious, pointing back at you.

“Oh my god,” Dami whispered under her breath as she pulled out her phone to record him.

“No don’t,” you quickly stopped her. You could feel your face heating with secondhand embarrassment as Jiyong’s parents were trying to hide their laughs in their sleeves.  

Walking around, you pulled up a stool to sit beside him and took one of his hands, hoping to move the subject away from the current topic. 

“How are you feeling, Ji? Any pain?”

“Nope, I feel brand spankin’ new!”

“That’s good, just let someone know if anything starts to hurt.”

“The only thing hurting,” he said, pulling his hand away to bang on his chest, “is my heart…… Because it only beats for you.”

There was another round of stifled laughs and you groaned inwardly. How long was this supposed to last again?

“Hey, want to see something cool?” he said, tugging weakly on your fingers still hanging on his bed rail.

“What?” you asked, a bit nervously. 

“I’ve got this badass new scar now, like some battle wound with my appendix. All the girls will love it!”

He then started pushing his blankets away and made a move to pull up his hospital gown when his mother jumped up to stop him. 

“Jiyong, honey, you don’t have any underwear on right now….”

Dami nearly choked and you were sure your face couldn’t get any redder. 

“S'okay!” he replied without missing a beat, “she probably wouldn’t mind checking that out too.”

Nope, you thought, hiding your face. It could

literally sometimes I look at namjoon smile and I just want to frame him and put him away so he’ll never get hurt again; I want to capture that smile and keep it safe in my heart, I want to pinch that button nose and tell him he’s perfect from head to toe, I want to tug the sleeves of his sweater and wrap them around his heart and make him feel safe and warm and happy.

I would walk a million miles to see namjoon look happy and loved.

I don't think people realize how much of an impact comic books have on their reader's life

Some of the greatest life lessons I’ve learned were from DC comic books (pre-52– I still hold that New52 never happened and this is all a bad acid trip)

Tim Drake taught me that no matter how badly I screwed up, my friends and family will always be there to help me.

Stephanie Brown taught me to look at the bright side when everything seems to be collapsing around me (and that gravity will forever be my enemy).

Superman taught me that great power doesn’t give you the right to walk all over people. Use it to help people. (Power could = wealth)

Wonder Woman taught me that being a woman is empowering and that I should never take crap from anyone.

Dick Grayson taught me that wearing your heart on your sleeve doesn’t make you (look) weak. 

Batman taught me that one person can make a difference

Barbara Gordon taught me that no matter what life throws at you, keep going!

Wally West taught me that it’s okay to laugh in the face of difficulty 

Superboy taught me that genetics doesn’t determine what kind of person you are. You make your own destiny.

I’d love to hear of other lessons everyone else has learned from their favourite characters. Please feel free to add to this post.

Not that long ago
I wore my heart
upon my sleeve

It was big and red
truly beautiful
and quite loved

Then you came along
and stole it

You corrupted it
tainted it
with your own darkness
and crushed it under your shoes

When I finally found my heart again
it was unrecognizable
almost dead and beyond repair

I couldn’t walk around
with my heart anymore

and people kept asking
‘Where is your heart?’

they wondered their little heads
maybe they still do
I don’t know
I don’t care

My heart is made of stone
lost love and despair

No one should see that monstrous piece of me - a heart forged in hatred and pain

But I still hope
for salvation
and a caring hand
that will nurse my heart
back to life
red and big
and truly loved

—  Celtic-Poetry, heart broken, need repair