Okay, so, I'd love to read a little something by you set in a world where Lavender made it out of the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe not okay, but alive?
Once upon a time, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her. She had been the kind of kid who put on dramatic plays for her stuffed animals, for any visitors to the house, and for any neighbor or passersby she could snag from the front yard.
Dating Ron in sixth year had been fun, most of all because everyone had kept sneaking glances at her. She had heard her name in curious whispers and she had grinned and giggled into Parvati’s shoulder.
Everyone was looking now, or pretending not to. She heard the whispers– oh it’s that poor Brown girl. Can you imagine, if it was your daughter, if it was you? Oh and she was so pretty before, too–what a pity–almost makes it worse, doesn’t it?
“You know Professor Lupin was a werewolf?” Hermione said, ten minutes into a very awkward lunch she had asked for in an equally awkward letter.
Lavender pushed a sauteed carrot through a little puddle of pasta sauce. “I think everyone heard about that one. Someone told the papers, or something, right?”
“Er, yes,” said Hermione. “Snape did. Which is what I– I mean, it’s related. Oh, I wish you’d gotten to talk to Remus about this. He was a lovely man.”
“Not as lovely as Lockhart,” Lavender said and she and Hermione spent a moment in wistful remembrance. “God, I feel old,” Lavender said.
“Anyway, Snape,” said Hermione. “Snape and Lupin. When Lupin was at school, Snape would make him a potion that would… tame him, on full moons. He could just curl up in his office and sleep by the fire. If you’re interested, I’m trying to learn how to brew it myself.”
Lavender shook her head. “We’re not friends,” she said. “Never have been. So why are you doing all this?”
Hermione looked like she was trying to say “we’re friends,” but she couldn’t get it out. “I was there, once, when Lupin turned without the potion. I was so scared. I thought we were going to die.”
“Afraid I’ll sniff you out on a dark night?” Lavender said, face twisting as she sank back into her wicker chair.
“No, I–” Hermione squeezed her eyes shut, and all the hesitation was making Lavender more and more uncomfortable. Even at eleven, Hermione had bulldozed through things. She didn’t waver. “I was so scared, but I think it was even worse for him. It hurt, but he looked so scared, too, I–”
“I know how it feels,” said Lavender, very quietly, and Hermione snapped her mouth shut. Lavender took a big sip from her tea. It was still steaming– it had not taken long to exhaust small talk, between the two of them.
Hermione cleared her throat and tried again. “I’m trying to do the right thing. I’m trying to make amends. I’m trying to– make things better. Do you want this?”
Lavender put her mug back down, shaking out scalded fingers, and said, “Yes.” Then, because her mother had raised her right, she said, “Thank you.”
“That sounds like a weird conversation,” said Parvati, whose door Lavender went and knocked on after she and Hermione had split the bill with the precise-to-the-Knut math of the vaguely acquainted and recently employed.
Lavender kicked through the fall of autumn leaves that had collected in front of the porch swing. “She was trying to be nice, I think.”
“She’s not very good at it,” said Parvati.
Her father wept. He tried not to but he was a crier, always had been.
“You were so brave,” said Lavender’s mother, cupping her cheeks in her warm hands and not even flinching at the scar tissue under her palms. “We are so proud.”
Lavender’s mother was a Muggleborn, daughter of a math teacher and a door-to-door salesman (“now there is a profession that requires some magic,” her grandfather used to tell her).
Her father was a wizard and he was trying hard not to cry, bending down to pet the dogs weaving between all their ankles. Lavender bent down, too, scratching behind Fiddlestick’s floppy ears while Mopsy cleaned her cheek forcefully. “Hey,” she said, and her father looked up, trying to firm his wobbly chin.
“You know I’m proud of you, too,” he said, trying not to tremble on it. “I just…” He reached out to squeeze her knee gently. “You did everything right. You did everything good. I’m so proud of you, chickadee.”
“I know,” she said, and she did. He was a Gryffindor, too.
It took Hermione more than a month to figure out the potion sufficiently well enough that she’d let Lavender try it. She was founding a non-profit for nonhuman rights, too, after all, as well as doing a fair few local speaking gigs, petitioning the Wizenagamot on a half dozen issues, getting an advanced degree, and supposedly, at some point, sleeping.
It took more than a month, so Lavender spent another night locked in her parents’ newly fortified cellar. She didn’t remember much, but she woke up with her throat sore and her nails ragged. The door was gouged from the inside. She wondered if she had been screaming. She wondered if that’s what the howls were. She felt like screaming, maybe, a little.
The door cracked open the moment the moon had dropped down below the horizon, outside. Her mother came in with a tray of her favorite breakfast foods– danishes and boiled eggs, steaming hot cocoa with the barest splash of bitter coffee in it.
Parvati came stomping down the stairs after her. “Graceful,” said Lavender. She winced at the roughness of her voice.
“Look who’s talking,” said Parvati. “Up, c'mon, eat your breakfast. We’re doing midnight manicures. Your dad says he’ll let us doll up his nails, too.”
The next full moon night, Lavender locked herself in the cellar again. “It should be safe,” Hermione had said. “It should. I mean, I’ve done all the tests. I followed all the instructions. It should work.”
Lavender didn’t remember, because she never remembered– she didn’t recall the cellar door unlocking and opening after ten minutes of post-moonrise silence. She didn’t recall Parvati Wingardium Leviosa-ing a comfy chair down the stairs, or her sitting down and pulling out a stack of Witch Weeklys, nor did she remember curling up on Parvati’s fuzzy button slippers and going to sleep.
But she did remember waking up in the morning, her cheek pressed into a soft pillow. She was tattered under a thick blanket, but she was human and looking upward at Parvati’s slack, sleeping face. Her dark plaits tumbled, curling, over the soft pink polka dots of her pajamas.
Lavender pulled herself up to sitting, stole the open Witch Weekly, and waited for Parvati to wake up.
“You’re going to be alright,” Professor Trelawney said and she wasn’t even looking at Lavender’s palm, just holding her hand tight in her cold fingers. “You’re going to be happy. You’re going to be fine. People are going to love you and stand by you and we will be there.”
The tower room was just the same as Lavender remembered it, down to the spicy-sweet tea and Trelawney’s big blinking eyes. Lavender squeezed her hands back. “I love you, too, professor.”
“You know, I think you can call me Sybil. It seems the time for it.”
Dean and Seamas’s housewarming for their ugly little first flat was a crowded mess, but the afterparty wasn’t. Lavender and Parvati came by with paint swatches, opinions, and hangover remedies. They ate greasy Chinese food on the floor, because it was about as comfortable as the couch.
They came back the next week, and the next. Parvati conjured a crackling fire in a big fruit bowl Dean’s mother had given him and they all sat around it like they were back at Gryffindor Tower’s hearths, procrastinating on homework.
On nights like that they sometimes talked about Hogwarts, but most of the time they didn’t. Dean had started drawing again and he walked them through his notebooks– his sisters, caricatures of the customers he dealt with in Ollivander’s wand shop, the snarky little comics he’d always scrawled in the edges of his notes. Parvati told them about the Auror trainees’ antics, going ut on their first field missions with their mentors. “All bravado and caffeine,” she said. “Bunch of show-offs.”
“So you fit in well, then?” Dean said.
“Nah, that’s Lav,” Parvati said. Dean and Seamas glanced warily at Lavender, but she just giggled and reached for another potsticker.
Seamas was considering going back to school. “Hermione’s been badgering me about it,” he said. “Says I have a talent for pyrotechnics, and there’s a whole major for fire magics at Brinxley.”
“What about you, Lav?” said Dean. “You still thinking about vet school?”
“Oh, uh, that’s the Muggle word. Veterinarian– a medimagizoologist?”
“The schools aren’t too interested in a werewolf as a student,” Lavender said, shrugging.
“Not that that stops Hermione from showing up on the doorstep with half-penned anti-discrimination lawsuits she wants Lav to star in,” Parvati said.
“When does she sleep?” said Dean.
Little children asked about it in the street sometimes. “Mum, why’s her face like that?” “How come she’s walking all funny?”
Sometimes their parents turned to Lavender with eager bright eyes in the grocery store line, expecting her to answer. (“I got hurt, but I’m okay now.”) Sometimes they shushed their kids and gave her little apologetic half-smiles, glancing away from the raised lines of scar tissue. Sometimes they pulled their children closer to them and crossed to the other side of the street.
Harry Potter had a godson. Teddy Lupin was four the first time Lavender met him, just outside Gringotts. Teddy clung to Harry’s pants leg, peeking past his godfather’s hanging robe. “Why’d her face do that?” he said and Harry dropped a hand down into Teddy’s hair, which was bright green.
“She’s just like your dad,” said Harry.
“Puppy,” Teddy whispered, eyes wide with joy, and his skin shifted until scars stood out stark on his smiling chubby cheeks.
Lavender bit her lip and sank down to her knees in the street, holding out a hand. “Why aren’t you handsome, chickadee. What’s your name?”
Once, Lavender had wanted everyone to look at her.
She hated stories that told you to be careful what you wished for. Were you not supposed to want things? Was that the answer? She was nearly twenty two and she could make things fly with a few whispered words. She had lived through her seventh year at Hogwarts, had stepped out into that battle with her wand out and her eyes open. She had woken up–hurting, wounds tended, poison in her veins–to Parvati sleeping on Sybil’s shoulder at her bedside.
She had cried when they told her about the lycanthropy. She had cried over her bunny because a fox had gotten to it. Both times it had been with her face buried in Parvati’s shoulder and Parvati’s hands stroking her hair. She wished and she wanted– animals that never left you, bodies that never betrayed you.
Once, Lavender had wished that everyone would look at her, and now they were. Everyone was looking– so Lavender held Parvati’s hand in the grocery store at midnight, because they had both been craving green apples. Everyone was looking– so Lavender curled her hair and pinned it up, wore tank tops and little skirts on any day hot enough that she could get away with it, laughed aloud in public spaces. Everyone was looking– so Lavender knocked on Hermione Granger’s door one evening and asked, “What would it take to get me into magical vet school?”
Hermione had her bushy hair all tied back and a quill behind each ear. “A lot. There’s some statutes we’ve got to fight, and even if we can handle that you’ll still be under intense scrutiny for years.”
“I can work with that,” said Lavender, and Hermione grinned.
When Teddy marched down the aisle with the rings, his hair was a shimmering swirl of pink and purple to match the flowers woven into Parvati’s braids and Lavender’s curls.
The honeymoon would be short–a week in magical Paris in the townhouse of a Beauxbaton girl they’d befriended fourth year. Lavender had more medical textbooks packed into her luggage than anything else. Parvati’s bags were lined with half-finished reports that she’d owl to Auror headquarters from a rumpled Parisian morning, getting croissant crumbs in the bedsheets.
But for now the hall was filled with pink and purple blooms, white candles, familiar faces. Hermione stood in a violet bridesmaid’s dress, and Dean and Seamus in matching ties at Parvati and Lavender’s respective backs. Padma was luminescent with joy over Parvati’s shoulder. She had taken Lavender aside that morning for a short quiet walk in the mist and told her, “I know tonight’s what makes it official, but I’ve thought of you as my sister for years.”
When Lavender leaned forward and kissed her wife, her father burst into proud tears in the front row. He was a crier, always had been. Lavender buried her face in Parvati’s shoulder, smiling so hard she thought she might come apart. Her scars creased and puckered in her dimples, and she was beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.
Sam felt his strong facade begin to crumble as he watched Dean say his goodbyes to you. At only four years old you didn’t fully understand what was going on but you got the jist of it, your dad was going away and wouldn’t be coming back.
Which was breaking your heart.
Tears were pouring down your face as you clung to Dean begging him not to leave you. Sam looked at Dean and could tell Dean was about to lose it as he held onto you tighter. His face was buried inyour hair, breathing in your scent, memorizing you because who knew where his soul would go after he destroyed Amara.
Glancing up at his brother, Dean realized it was time for him to leave. “Go with your uncle Y/N. Sammy’s gonna take care of you.” Dean said while trying to get free of your grip.
“No Daddy.” You cried, digging your hands into his shirt, “Please don’t leave me.”
Requested: Anonymous said: can you make a scenario where Jung kook’s gf feels like someone is following her and she call guk to come and get her
Excerpt: “Please come get me. I’m scared,” you sobbed into the phone, reality finally dawning on you,
“Calm down, where are you what’s going on?” Jeongguk’s low, calm voice began to calm you down
Genre: fluff, slight angst
A/N: slightly based off an anime scene that I saw eons ago and honestly cant remember the name although it was super cute
[UPDATE] the anime is called ‘say i love you’ and thank you to everyone who recognised and commented it as it’s been annoying me for a while that i forgot!!
“Thank you for staying so late, Y/N,” your manager called as you left café, the cold night air nipped at your features and you pulled your jumper sleeves further down your hands. As you looked around, standing in the shop light as you tried to untangle your headphones, your eyes locked onto a figure standing in the shadows slightly to the side opposite the shop.
You blinked, your heart beginning to race as your eyes began to get used to the light, the figure becoming more defined and all of a sudden your heart dropped. The man was a customer who always hung around, managing to accidentally brush hands with yours and often sat in the shop a long time after he’d finished his coffee. You recognised him because he was wearing his suit, and it always surprised you that he never seemed to work spending all his time in the cafe his eyes following you around the room; they were doing the same now.
Request: Can you do something where (y/n) and Shawn are out
on a date and the paparazzi are a bit aggressive and Shawn gets protective?
a/n: hello lovely people!! it sure has been a while! so sorry for delays and what not but i was in the midst of finals but i completed my first year of college!! yay!! and this past week has been the busiest week of my life bc i’m studying abroad in london and we have these pre-london classes and i had 2 classes for like 3 hours and it was a lot. i leave for london tomorrow and i wanted to get something up before i leave for 2 weeks and definitely won’t be writing bc i’ll be out exploring!!
so happy reading and feedback is always appreciated!!
The bright city
lights of Miami, Florida illuminated the restaurant more than the lights
inside. The floor to ceiling windows
gave the restaurant a very city feels, and with always being a lover of the
city, everything on the outside of the restaurant caught your attention.
Shawn had been
touring nonstop for the past two months, and he thought it would be a fun idea
for you to come out and visit him. And
with you being on summer vacation, you didn’t see any reason as to why you
couldn’t go and visit your boyfriend. So
when the two of you worked out what dates would work best, you booked a flight,
and he picked you up from the airport of the city he was in.
halfway through your trip, and since you two couldn’t immediately do anything
when you arrived, Shawn suggested that the two of you wait until mid-way through
your stay to do something, and his idea of something
was a nice dinner in the city.
Since I have no shame, yet another smutty story (it’s been a while). It’s not just smut though, there’s a plot, and there’s lots of fluff. @whovianayeshahope you’ll like it and don’t think it’s total shite, because as usual, I feel like it’s pretty bad…maybe I rushed things a bit too much ? I mean, actions gos by too fast and don’t make sense ? EEEEEH I’M ALWAYS SO STRESSED YOU GUYS WON’T LIKE MY WRITING WHENEVER I POST SOMETHING, sorry for being such an annoying angsty woman, I just hope you’ll like :
WARNING NSFW (smut, don’t read if it makes you uncomfortable, go read my other very safe for work stories instead ;)), LANGUAGE. It’s long, sorry.
If someone would have told you a few weeks ago that you’d save the goddamn Batman, you’d probably would have laughed in their faces. It seemed so ridiculous, that a rookie such as you, who literally joined the forces not even a month before, would ever save a man like the Dark Knight.
And yet, it happened. And it was wicked awesome.
He was fighting a bunch of thugs in a back alley, when you came by. You weren’t even gonna intervene, you knew the man, you already saw him roaming Gotham City before you became a cop, he could definitely handle himself…But then, you noticed one of the guy he was fighting take a few steps back, and draw a gun. It was pointed right at the bat’s head and he was going to pull the trigger in a matter of seconds !
You didn’t think, you acted. You jumped in the alley, surprising all of them, and with an expertly done high kick, you got the gun out of the man’s hand, knocking him down with a mean left hook. Damn, you turned into a total badass under the adrenaline !
Batman quickly got rid of the las few thugs, and turned to you. Suddenly, you didn’t feel that excited anymore, the man was impressive. So tall. Large. Muscular. Yeah ok, he was totally sexy.
He turned his weird glowy white gaze on you, and, with a voice too rough and low to be human, asked you :
-Are you alright ? This was very foolish to jump in like that, I didn’t need your help. You could have been very hurt.
-Yeah I’m alright, and like Hell you didn’t need my help, I totally saved your life dude, be more thankful ! Jeez louiiise.
-Wow. Ok. So you’re an ass.
-The ass can give you a ride to the nearest hospital, you’re bleeding.
He pointed to your arm, and…oh. Yeah. You got shot. Damn.
-I didn’t even feel it…
-Must be the rush of epinephrine in your blood. Come on, follow me.
-Wow wait, you’re gonna give me a ride…in the batmobile ?!
-Do you see any other car ? Climb in, and do not touch anything.
You tried to keep your cool. To act like it was no big deal…but the adrenaline in your veins doubled in volume as you sat in the car you so often dreamt of riding when you were a child. Fuck this was great !
He drove you to the nearest hospital, without saying a word, and almost threw you out of the car. Ass.
Your wound wasn’t deep, a bullet just grazed you and you only needed a few stitches, you were out two hours later. You went home by foot, because walking always cleared your mind, and damn it needed to be clear right now. Anyway, you weren’t living too far away.
You just saved the Batman ! YOU JUST SAVE THE BATMAN !!
A moment of appreciation for Madame de Garderobe and Cadenza, please. (Spoilers)
* They haven’t seen each other in maybe years. So? They’re still mad in love. * Literally this whole time of the curse they were in the SAME BUILDING but they were both so hulking and heavy and Garderobe was constantly falling asleep so they had to live with the knowledge that their spouse was in the other room but they would never be able to see them. * Cadenza being unsure of his musical talents for the “Be Our Guest” performance but all it takes is Lumiere reminding him that Garderobe is waiting and then BOOM he’s going to do it. * “Will I tremble again…To my dear one’s gorgeous refrain?” * The entire sequence in the battle scene. * Cadenza is finally owning his new form to go full-on animal on the invaders until the cranky old woman screams “SILENCE THAT HARPSICHORD!” * And Garderobe hears. “Maestro!” * “Darling! At last!” * “I’m coming, my love!” * And this woman who has been trapped in a sleepy, hulking, hard-to-move form for years just straight-up CLIMBS ONTO THE BANISTER. * “This is it! The fat lady is singing! AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH~!” * AND THEN SHE JUST PILE-DRIVES THE OLD LADY * AND CADENZA IS SO HAPPY HE STARTS MACHINE-GUNNING PEOPLE WITH HIS KEYS * And then that heartwrenching moment when the spell is taking hold of them. Like they literally just saw each other again after years, never got to hug each other, never got to kiss each other, they just got maybe fifteen minutes together. * “Maestro, you were so brave. Goodbye, my love.” * And Garderobe just peacefully closes into inanimateness because even if she only got so long with her husband, she saw him again, she got to see him one last time and he’s there with her, so everything is okay. * But Cadenza isn’t. * “No! Amore, do not leave me!” * And you can actually hear him choking. You can hear him gasping for air as he keeps trying to talk to his wife, but then he just goes away with her. * If you can’t tell, I was legitimately crying during this scene. * B U T T H E N. * HALLELUJAH THE CURSE IS LIFTED. * Garderobe and Cadenza return to their human selves in this flurry of fabric and clothing and the second they all clear out, they’re already kissing. Like they just got their flesh-and-blood forms and within not even two seconds they’re already holding each other. * And Cadenza has lost almost all of his teeth from the battle but GARDEROBE DOESN’T GIVE A * And the last we see of them, they’re singing the main title together and they share a lil smile.
In summary these two need a lot more love because they were one of my favorite parts of this movie.
The first time he saw you, he was barely ten years old. You were in the same class than him in Gotham Academy, and he noticed you right away because your uniform was old and had clearly been used before. He guessed pretty fast that you were one of those kids from poor families that his father gave a scholarship to, which meant, you were a smart one.
“Smart”, didn’t even do justice to your intelligence. He never met anyone (that wasn’t his father or brothers) like you, you were extra-brainy, sometimes he even thought you were almost as astute as him…But not only, you were also full of wit and quick responses, and so damn brave. You were a short one, and yet, when he saw you get bullied by sixteen years old, he didn’t even had time to react and come help you that you already shot your foot to one of the guy’s crotch mercilessly. And then kicked his face. The two others bullies were so stunned, they just ran away. They ran away from a short ten year old girl…You were amazing.
He pleaded to his father so that you wouldn’t get fired from school for kicking that guy’s ass, and Bruce was so impressed with you, and how his son defended you, that he pressured the school into keeping you.
-I know it’s thanks to you I’m still here, so…yeah, thank you dude.
-I didn’t do anything.
-Lier. I know who your dad is. I know it’s thanks to him I have the opportunity to be in the best school of Gotham. And I know he convinced the school’s board not to fire me. My guts are telling me you’re the one responsible for your father’s intervention. So…Thanks.
And that’s how you became friend with him. You quickly guessed he was the night vigilante “Robin”, and it wasn’t really a big deal. Maybe it was your child’s brain telling you that a hero, with all the costume wearing a people saving, such as him was just wicked cool, that you thought it really wasn’t a big deal On the contrary, you thought Damian was like, the coolest guy you ever met. After Batman and Nightwing of course. He made it his life goal to show you he was better than them…and it made you slowly fall for him as the years went by, and as you grew up together.
So, here you are. In the mansion with Jin cooking your meal, although he had a lot of business to do but he still helped Namjoon to make sure you’re okay. Namjoon never asked you to tagged along with him to his office for your safety. He wanted you to be happy. That’s all.
“Oppa. let’s see what Namjoon’s doing there,” you asked him and insisted to bring you there. Jin called Namjoon and he agreed because you yelled from the background.
You was excited to see Namjoon and opened the door as you arrived there. But you widened your eyes as you saw the man who betrayed Namjoon was being tied on the chair and barely opened his eyes. “Oh, you are here. Someone bring her to another room while I finished him.”
You waited and waited until Namjoon opened the door, make you flinched. “Don’t be scared, I’m sorry I was scary in the room.” You nodded your head, “I’m not going to hurt you but that man killed a lot of my man so that was nothing.”He tried to cheer you up by being a cute Namjoon like he always do when he’s with you.
Kim Seok Jin :
You heard a loud gunshot from downstairs and flinched. You closed your ears and closed your eyes tightly, but then, you were worried that Jin might be wounded so you breathed and brave yourself to go downstairs. You walked slowly and you gasped as you found the man that beat you now lying on the floor with blood over his body.
“What the hell…” You mumbled.
“Uh-oh. No, no, you shouldn’t go downstairs hun,” Jin sighed as he tried to calmed you down. “He really deserved this, trust me. He hurt you, he betrayed me-no, the whole gang. He deserved death.”
You shook in fear and he kinda disappointed by your reaction, he would give you time to be alone and he certainly sure that you would call him to have a talk because he knows how deep is your love for him. “Even though, you walked in the different path with me, I’ll still protect you.”
Min Yoongi :
He couldn’t forgot how you sound when he beat you up, your scream, your pain, he couldn’t get those visions from his mind. “Hyung, everything will be alright. Okay? Jungkook is tracking her, I’m sure-”
“Shut up, Jimin. You don’t know how she screamed….” He trembled as he covered his face with both of his hands. “It’s been two days and I couldn’t sleep without seeing those bad dreams about her. I’m scared..”
Jimin sighed and patted his shoulder (damn, my Yoonmin feels). Jungkook opened the door, “I found her! She’s near the storage room near the harbor!” Yoongi grabbed his coat and gun before he went to his car. Well, he was preparing for the worst even though he tried to be optimist but, he still have a little bit hope that you’re save.
Yoongi sneaked up inside the storage room. There, you could see the men were drunk and sleeping. “Y/n…” he mumbled as he saw you unconsciousness while being tied. You looked very pale and bruises everywhere. “Kill them.” While the others having a party he would untied you and cried as he carried you from the place and whispering loving words to your ear, “please, wake up. I’m so sorry I didn’t notice how you were in pain before,” he said.
Jung Hoseok :
He was very late that night so you decided to went visit him, you put a light-makeup and told the driver to drove to Hoseok’s place. You expected him to be in his office room with pile of documents instead of pointing a gun in front of the man that hurt you, “Hoseok,” you called.
He turned his head and sighed as he saw you, same like Namjoon he would told you to wait in another room. “y/n, I’m so sorry that you have to witnessed those filthy experienced. Look, if you need time to be alone….you know what? I’ll let you.” He prepared for the worst, which is you leaving him. But you shook your head slowly and smiled softly, “you did that to protect me. right?”
He would hugged you and stroked your head, “this is why I’m the most scared when I lose you.”
Park Jimin :
You held his arm tightly and shook in fear, “no, don’t. Jimin, let’s….just ignore him.” He looked at you in confused, “yah, he hurt you.”
“Yeah, but it’s fine. You don’t want to make a problem with him or his gang.” You stared at the man that smirked at you, “well done, lady. Well done.” You expect Jimin to be the softy whenever you’re near him but this time he suddenly kicked the man and beat him up.
You gasped and pulled him, “Jimin, stop.” He scoffed, “I’m so mad. He makes you scared, it doesn’t matter if he betrayed me or something. But he hurt you. I won’t for give him.”
“Stay out from this business, y/n. Someone take her.” Yoongi and Jungkook would lead you to another room and calmed you down. “He’s scary when he’s angry,” Jungkook said.
Kim Taehyung :
You noticed how worried Taehyung’s face when he watched you in pain so you tried not to yelled or flinched whenever the man put the knife near your neck and make you bleeding.
Taehyung widened his eyes when he saw a red liquid falling from your neck and stained your white shirt. The man seemed enjoyed the moment and you took this chance to make an eye contact with Taehyung. You glanced at his feet and Taehyung’s, Taehyung nodded and smirked. You stepped really hard and Taehyung got you covered.
“Shoot them.” While Taehyung told his men to fired the ran and caught you, “you’re wounded.” You smiled to him, “but I’m still alive.” He sighed and kissed you, “I’m sorry I didn’t protect you well.”
Jeon Jungkook :
He was stressed all day all night, just like Yoongi’s reaction. He wouldn’t talk at all and choose to think by himself in his room. His hyungs tried to help him and cheered him up but none of them work for him.
“I don’t know where is she, how she’s doing, she must be scared…” He mumbled and trembled. It’s been a month when the rival gang sent Jungkook about your worsening condition ; pale skin, bruises, skinny body, barely opened eyes, you also didn’t respond when someone smacked your head. His blood boiling inside as he remembered those nightmares. He didn’t sleep nor eat well, “I won’t treat myself better when she’s not around. It doesn’t feel right.”
One day, the man sent Jungkook your location. He also sent him a photo you prepared to be drowned in an aquarium. He ran and called all of his men right away and drove to the aquarium. “Please, please, God…I was so stupid back then. P;ease give me another chance to meet her…” He prayed along the road.
When he arrived at the aquarium, he ran to the location and he saw you. You struggled to breath underwater. Jungkook screamed your name and ran to find the stairs, he ran like crazy while yelling your name.
“Jungkook, you’re here.” Without a word he shot him on the head. Jungkook jumped to the aquarium and released you from the rope. He hugged you tightly while crying your name when he saved you to the land. His words told you that he’s been hiding his emotions, “I love you so much..”
You told him to helped you walked instead he carried you with his arms.
“No, I won’t llet you have a single moment being alone. No, you’re coming with me 24/7.”
Hi! Can you write one where joker finds out the reader is selfharming? Like when he catches he doing it?
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THIS MIGHT/CAN BE TRIGGERING FOR SOME PEOPLE: IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO TOPICS SUCH AS: self harm, depressing thoughts, blood, gore etc DO NOT READ THIS! I DON’T WANT YOU GUYS TO GET TRIGGERED. I CARE ABOUT YOU SO PLEASE TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY.
Side note: I’m not trying to romanticise self harming in any way. It was requested and (warning, an opinion is coming!) I think that people should write anything really. I mean, for some murder can be an awful topic. If no one wrote about crime, there would be no detective stories, comics etc. Just saying!
The pain was one feeling that made me feel alive. I didn’t feel completely empty, numb and dead inside when I made myself feel something. When the blood tickled down my skin or the electricity pinched me, I felt alive. Funny how a few weeks ago I was scared to do this, so terrified that my boyfriend the Joker would find it. I still was, but I reached a point where I couldn’t stop.
I cut myself, not so it was super obvious, but sometimes here and there. What I mostly did was something different. I used a few wires and a battery to give myself shocks. It hurt like fuck and rarely left marks. Of course my skin was bruising but J wouldn’t suspect a thing. It was better so. He wouldn’t understand anyway.
I was a disgrace, a stupid girl who couldn’t do anything right. I felt like J would kill me off sooner or later because no one would want someone like me around for too long. Right? Who the fuck would put up with me for longer than a couple months? I was surprised J hadn’t realized what kind of a fool I was by now.
It was Monday evening in Gotham city. J was out somewhere with his goons so I was all alone in the penthouse. The day had been okay so far, but then things turned upside down when I was alone. My thoughts were clogged with bad memories, all the negative things people had told me, my super awful years and simply depressing thoughts. Like Joker hated me, he only used me, the entire world hated me. Stuff like that.
A couple hours passed and then I found myself in our purple bedroom, sitting on the floor close to the bathroom just in case I had to hurry there. I stared at the electricity gadget in front of me. My vision was a little blurry because I had been crying earlier. Tonight seemed worse. I needed something worse than some shocks. ‘’Fuck it’’ I spat out and got up, walking hazily to the bathroom. I opened a white drawer and grabbed a razor. The small cold metal could do a lot of bad things.
I looked at my almost clean wrist. It was very tempting since I used to cut my legs. J would see if I had a lot of scars on my wrist. One couldn’t be too obvious. So I took a deep breath and placed the sharp metal on my wrist, pressing it gently to add pressure.Then I just stared at it with my heart beating harder than normally. I just had to drag it, down, then it would be done.
‘’Come on now’’ I growled at myself, getting angry because I couldn’t find the guts to do it. Then I leaned against the bathroom wall and I tried again. I just couldn’t. My gut twisted because I was a little pissed off with myself. ‘’Do it you sick idiot! It’s not like anyone cares’’ I spoke out loud once I saw my reflection in the mirror. I saw an ugly worthless girl. I gritted my teeth and then let the anger take the best of me. I made a deep cut and then I dropped the razor on the white tile floor. It took me a couple seconds to realize what I had done.
Blood started oozing out of the fresh cut and it hurt more than I expected. ‘’Oh no’’ I whispered and quickly pressed the wound with my clean hand. I made a huge mess! J would get so mad if he saw a ll this blood! ‘’Shit shit shit’’ I hissed under my breath and hurried to another drawer, pulling out a towel. Then I fell down on my knees and I tried to clean the blood. It just soaked the green towel and my bleeding wound kept making a mess. Before I could do anything else, I was stopped.
‘’What the hell is going on?’’ I heard a very familiar voice by the bathroom door. My entire body froze on the floor, every single muscle and cell just tensed up once Joker’s voice rang through my ears. How long had he been here?
‘’Accident..it was an accident’’ I lied with fear in my voice. Then I started getting lightheaded. I felt like I could just go to sleep for years. But I was also scared shitless now that J caught me. ‘’Don’t..lie’’ He tried to say as calmly as he could, but Joker wasn’t the best anger controller. I could tell that he was fucking disappointed in me. The way he spoke sent a shiver down my spine.
I fucked up.
‘’I’m not lying’’ I whispered with tears in my throat. Suddenly I felt like I could sit on the floor all night. I ignored eye contact and I focused on breathing. In and out.. in and out..
Joker growled something under his breath and I could tell that he struggled to keep as calm as he was. Then he kneeled down in front of me, roughly grabbing the towel and then my arm. I had to bite my lips so I wouldn’t start whimpering when he pressed the towel on my cut, pressing it so the bleeding would stop. He faced down so I couldn’t see if he was super angry or sad. It honestly scared me a little bit.
‘’I swear I-I’ll clean up’’ I broke the silence, because it was killing me. Suddenly J raised his head so he could face me. His red lips were pulled into a thin line and there was a dark, perhaps dull twist in his icy eyes. I tried my best to look into his eyes without crying, but it didn’t take long to fail. His silence was just awful because I knew what he was thinking, what he was doing.
Tears blurred my vision and before I knew it they were rolling down my face. My body started trembling and then I sobbed quietly. Why wasn’t he speaking to me? ‘’Why?’’ I finally heard his voice. Now he sounded both angry and somber. I covered my eyes with my other hand and I tried to wipe away my tears, but I couldn’t stop crying. It’s like all my feelings I had kept inside wanted to burst out. I opened my mouth to speak, but I couldn’t. I didn’t know how to explain it to someone who could react in ways I couldn’t imagine. Even tho he was my boyfriend..
Joker did the unexpected. He scooted right next to me and pulled me closer to him by wrapping his strong arms around me. I leaned against his chest. Soon after he started comforting me the best he could, which was a lot coming from him. J ran his fingers up and down my back, slowly, but so I felt his presence. Then he let me cry. I felt like a kid, crying wildly before it could speak. That was exactly my situation.
‘’What made you do this?’’ He asked me with a raspy voice when I calmed down a little bit. I grabbed the towel hard and I tried to take a deep breath. I had nothing to lose anyway so I could tell him anything. ‘’My thoughts’’ I started with a small voice. I had to tell him, because knowing J he wouldn’t let me off the hook until I told him the truth and if there was a person behind something. Once a guy yelled at me in the club because I apparently bumped into him, ruining his outfit with a drink. J shot the guy in the head, just like that.
‘’My thoughts are so mean to me, it’s like I have a bully in my head’’ I tried to explain something. Then I sniffled and blinked a couple tears away. J played with my hair and let me continue. So I simply told him anything that came to my mind. I told him about my past, my bad childhood, stupid exes and how the voices in my head seemed to get louder and more cruel. Everything.
‘’I just feel so worthless, like you’ll dump me soon and then I’ll have nothing’’ I whispered, partly hoping that he couldn’t hear that part. Suddenly he stopped playing with my hair, making me nervous. I hadn’t looked up to him while talking so I didn’t know his mood. I turned a little so I could look at his face. He seemed surprisingly sad. His red lips were parted a little bit and his eyes were very tedious. First he looked into my eyes, then my tearstained cheeks and my wrist where his eyes stayed.
A wave of guilt slapped my face. I made him look so sad. It’s all my fault..
‘’Why haven’t you told me anything before?’’ He wanted to know, this time being the one avoiding eye contact. My heart skipped a beat. I expected him to pull out his gun and put a bullet through me. ‘’Because I didn’t want to bother you J. I-I didn’t want to seem weak’’ I explained myself carefully. J shut his mouth and looked at me again. Then he put his big hand on my cheek, gently. ‘’You’re not weak baby. Damn..’’ He growled and tilted his head from side to side. He was probably debating inside his head whether he should sound harsh or try to stay calm.
‘’You took down a group of armed men by yourself, you managed to get a cold man like me to feel things. Remember when we met?’’ He questioned me with a deep and raspy voice. I nodded, wondering why he brought that up. ‘’You weren’t scared. While everyone else were down on the floor, scared for their lives, you stood out. You walked up to me and I could have shot you, but no. You were so brave. So you’re not weak. If you were weak, you’d be dead by now’’ He told me very honestly without sugarcoats.
‘’But you must promise me something, and I’m not letting you break that promise’’ He warned me seriously. I knew what he would say, but I still waited. ‘’Don’t ever, I mean never ever do this to yourself again’’ He tried to make a deal. The tone in his voice was harsh and I knew why. He wasn’t playing around. ‘’I promise’’ I sighed and faced down, feeling ashamed. I couldn’t do anything right.
J touched my jaw and made me look at him. ‘’I trust you kitten, I really hope you can keep it. The next time you feel this way, speak to me. We can either talk and be like normal people, or go and find a toy to torture. You don’t have to hurt yourself when there’s plenty of people around’’ He suggested seriously with a small smile. The suggestion sure sounded more thrilling.
‘’I’m sorry J’’ I apologized and sighed. I knew I’d have a scar on my wrist to remind me of this whenever I saw it. ‘’Mmh’’ J breathed out and shut his eyes.I didn’t even want to picture what it would be like to find him in my shoes and me in his. If I ever saw J so broken, I’d break too. Did he feel the same way about me? Or was I in deeper than he was? I had no idea and I didn’t want to find out.
‘’Let’s clean you up’’ He declared after a while. Then he got up and helped me on my feet as well. After sitting down and bleeding for a while, standing made me lightheaded. J put his hands on my shoulders so I could let my blood flow and clear my head. ‘’Thanks’’ I murmured silently. Damn this crying made my head hurt.
‘’And just so you know, after a bath and sleep we’re going to find your old bullies and torture them’’ J let me know and then he started filling the tub. I looked at him, first without an expression but then the corners of my mouth carved into a wicked smile. He truly cared about me. ‘’I can’t wait’’ I replied and then the flame of revenge burnt down my misery, at least for the moment.
Genre: Royalty AU, smut, fluff, dirty talk, cum play (Oh boy..)
Summary: As a maid working for the royal family, it is your job to serve those who are above you. You know the rules and are supposed to keep them, however said rules become harder and harder to follow when put into actual practice.
Word count: 5,971
Notes: Whoop whoop, there is smut! This part isn’t especially angsty and the smut only really comes at the end. I was listening to Bedroom hymns by Florence + the machine when I was wring this, so you can listen to that if you want an audio to go with this. Especially for the smut scene ;)
Now,–the country does not even boast a tree, As you see, To distinguish slopes of verdure, certain rills From the hills Intersect and give a name to, (else they run Into one) Where the domed and daring palace shot its spires Up like fires O'er the hundred-gated circuit of a wall Bounding all, Made of marble, men might march on nor be pressed, Twelve abreast.
Robert Browning, Love among the ruins
The upper halls of the castle were dead quiet, so silent that the only noise bouncing along the walls was the soft tread of your feet against the stone floor and your shallow breaths that puffed out from exertion. A bundle of sticks were pressed close to your chest, the sides being supported by your arms that curled around it so that you could shuffle the weight from one side to the other from time to time the muscles in your arms already complaining against the strain. Really this should’ve been a job for someone stronger than you, not that you weren’t capable; you had proven your skill already, but collecting firewood was a strenuous job, particularly tiring for someone of your size. Usually it was one of the younger more robust servers that would help with hauling said weight in, one of the errand boys bumbling into the kitchen each morning with a cheerful tune and an armful of twigs for the fire. However, recently communication with the neighbouring countries had been especially high, meaning that the poor boys was sent riding to great distances in order to exchange notes between the kings, Which only left the maids, the butlers, the cooks and the guards to deal with the the more taking jobs, and the guards were so overrun and the butlers so elderly- taking on the job seemed like the only thing you could do.
I have a prompt, if that's ok. Also I want to mention I absolutely love these stories <3. My prompt for weird Wednesday is Tony gets deaged and the guardians have to take care of him. Maybe they are on earth and Cap along with the x-avengers visit because they heard what happened and Cap thinks their better to take care of kid!Tony?
Of course its okay so send a prompt! And also thank you! :)) ALSO THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A SHORT STORY. BUT IT HAS OVER 2.7k WORDS. So watch out for the cut.
I really hope you like it… ____________________
“So he stays like that?” asks Peter and looks down at Tony. Doctor Cho shrugs.
“I don’t have an answer for that. But mostly magic loses their strength after a few weeks. But i will contact Thor and Doctor Strange.” is her answer and Peter nods.
Tony sits on the floor and looks at some toy blocks, but he doesn’t touch them. He looks incredible sweet like that.
“Okay thank you so much for your time.” says Peter and then lift Tony up. He seems like around three years old and is healthy. To be honest that is the only thing that matters.
“You were so brave.” says Peter to Tony when they leave the building. She had to take some blood from Tony and Peter thought he would cry at all the examinations. But he was quiet and really brave.
“Otay.” says Tony and smiles a bit. Peter wants to cuddle him. What a sweet boy.
“And?” asks Gamora, when Peter enters the Tower and he shrugs.
“Nothing she can do right now. But maybe Tonys other friends can help.” says Peter and he tries to sound happy, so he doesn’t upset Tony.
“Alright. Well i send Drax with Rocket and Groot to buy some things for him. So he doesn’t have to wear that big shirt all the time.” says Gamora and Peter groans.
“Why would you send these idiots?” asks Peter and Gamora laughs.
“Because i have a date!” she answers and is gone. Peter chuckles. There was a time where he would be jealous, but it changed a lot in the last year.
“Yondu?” yells Peter then and a moment later Yondu comes into the kitchen.
“What?” asks Yondu and he sounds annoyed. Tony giggles and holds his little hands out.
Men are haunted by the vastness of eternity. And so we ask ourselves: will our actions echo across the centuries? Will strangers hear our names long after we are gone, and wonder who we were, how bravely we fought, how fiercely we loved?
I have been thinking of this Headcanons for a while now and I hope u can bring my imagination into light! what if rfa+v+Searan first meeting with MC at an aquarium where she works as a diver and saw her for the first time behind the glass diving with sharks and small fishies and stuff~ maybe she looked like a mermaid :P I'm sorry if it's complicated and it's ok if u don't want to do it~ love u~
I love these scenarios when they meet before RFA <3
I wrote this when I was really sleepy and slightly drunk, so I have no idea if any of this makes any sense lololol. Anyway, hope u like it! ^^
RFA + Saeran and V meet MC at an aquarium
He was there for a photo shoot and decided to take a look at the place
You passed by his side wearing your scuba suit, talking to a colleague about checking on the sharks
He followed you, he just… felt this urge to go after you.
And he watched you mesmerized, you were so elegant… and so brave for being that close to the sharks!
“Isn’t it scary?” he had to ask when you got out, you looked at him puzzled. “The… sharks?”
“Oh… no, not at all! They don’t do anything if they’re fed properly and… if you’re not bleeding.” you say this so naturally and with this huge smile, it’s adorable! “Don’t tell anybody, but… they’re my favorites!”
He felt warm inside about you sharing this secret with him. “Wh-why is that?”
“I don’t know, there’s something exciting about fearing them, you know? Being around something so majestic and dangerous. It’s like…” “Liking someone and being afraid of hurting them with all of your passion?” SHIT! What is he saying? This isn’t one of his musicals!
“Yeah… something like that…” you chuckle. Oh, did you really get it or are you just being polite? “Hey, do I know you from somewhere? You look familiar…”
“I get that a lot, actually.” nah, he wouldn’t brag right now, it was time to know more about you. “So… what’s y-?” one of the sharks bump into the glass and he yelps.
“Oh, shit, Hercules! He’s a little blind, I… I should go, he gets all disoriented when this happens. See ya!” you run without even looking at him.
“Yes… see ya.” Well, he would actually see you a few weeks later standing at his door.
He’s there on a tour promoted by one of his teachers
He’s not really interested in any of this. Sea animals are not really his thing. Then he gets to the dolphin area.
Then you show up and greet his class, and the tour guide introduces you. “This is MC, she usually works with the dolphins and the other mammals.”
“Do you feed them?” somebody asks. “Well, that too, but I mainly provide activities to stimulate their brains. You see, dolphins are extremely smart creatures, and…” you go on talking about dolphin’s brains, and Yoosung is… really interested in all you have to say, he’s even taking notes.
“But enough talking, do any of you want to see how we do it? Let’s see… hum, how about you in the back? The blond one?” he’s so taken aback by your face he doesn’t even notice you’re talking about him, his buddy nudges him and he notices you’re looking straight at him… SHIT
He goes to you hesitantly, your smile is so beautiful and… your curves on this tight scuba suit… wait, what? “What’s your name?”
“Y-Yoosung.” “Cool! So our friend Yoosung here will shuffle these numbers and our other friend Chi Chi will put them in the right order. Here you go, buddy.” shit, you’re so nice! He’s trembling while shuffling the cards. “Okay, Yoosung, you can give to her.”
“M-me?” “Yeah! Don’t worry, she won’t bite! Well, she does sometimes and it hurts as hell, but…” you see his eyes widening. “I’m kidding!” he hears his mates laughing, ugh…
He hands the cards to Chi Chi and she quickly puts them in order, then you explain this isn’t training like in the circus, it’s just a method to stimulate their memory.
After the demonstration is over, the teacher calls a a little break for the students to explore as they please, but Yoosung wants to stay right there.
“Good job, she really liked you!” you say enthusiastically, are you just being nice or are you genuinely this bright? Either way, your smile is beautiful. “I’m so lame for being afraid, I… I’m sorry.”
“Oh, don’t worry, Yoosung! It can be a little intimidating at first…” oh, you remember his name! He wants to know more about you, but then you get a call and run quickly. Well, he would have another chance pretty soon in the chat room.
Well, this was the oddest meeting Mr Han’s associate could ever come up with
Then she sees the jellyfishes and this diver swimming right beside them.
It’s… beautiful! And the diver moves as flowing and elegant as them.
And then the diver looks through the glass, straight at… her? And waves for her? She awkwardly waves back.
“Hey! Did you like the jellyfishes?” you ask her coming from behind. You’re still on your scuba suit. Oh… were you that elegant diver from before?
“Yes, they’re… beautiful! Isn’t it dangerous? I mean… don’t their tentacles burn?” “Oh, my suit protects me, see?” you grab her hand and make her squeeze your arm. She blushes.
“It’s made of a special material, they just bought it thanks to this new investor.” “Yes, it was… my boss, actually.”
“Oh… cool! Your boss is sickening!” is… that a good thing? Judging from your huge smile, it is, she frowns her forehead and you chuckle. “Oh… maybe not?”
She gives this weird smile. “Yeah, my boss is a pain in the ass sometimes too.” how can you talk so easilly to a stranger? But she can’t stop listening to you, for some reason…
She would like to hear more, and talk more. Maybe venting to an outsider about how stressed she was would bring her some relief?
“Oh… speaking of the devil…” you fidget your walkie talkie on your hand. “Gotta go!”
Well… too bad! It wasn’r right now she would have the chance to vent. Gladly she does much more than that when you two meet again.
He heard about this aquarium getting closed and thought about investing in it.
He has his aquarium at home and… well, he really appreciates these creatures, he doesn’t like to think what could happen to the animals if the aquarium gets closed.
So he goes there to see what exactly he’s dealling with. And then he sees this diver surrounded by colorful seahorses.
It’s almost like a mirage, and this diver is apparently having lots of fun. Yes, working with something you love is really fulfilling.
“Hi! We’re… closed right now.” “I’m here to see the admnistrator, actualy.” “I’ll take you there, come on”
He’s a little uncomfortable about walking side by side with this woman all wet, aren’t you cold? “So… may I ask why do you want to see the boss?”
“Well, this is… I would rather not talk about it for now.” Yes, he shouldn’t be discusing this with one of the employees.
“Okay… just know we’re doing our best here, but it’s really hard to keep things in order with such a low budget, I’m saving up as much as I can with the seahorse’s food, for example and…”
“Don’t worry about it. Keep doing your best and it will pay off, I can guarantee.” “Okay, I guess…” he wanted to know more, what were your position here exactly, your name…
“Here you go, sir!” you patted his shoulder friendly and turned around.
He was impressed at how much you cared for this job and for the animals, if every employee was this hardworking, he would be more than happy to buy the place.
And he did, but you just got to know that when you went to his penthouse a couple of weeks later.
That was a weird mission, the thugs were getting more and more creative about places to do money laundering. An aquarium?
He wasn’t sure where to start looking, so he was just strolling around, looking for places he could infiltrate.
Then he saw this girl feeding the seals. Five of them all around you.
He couldn’t hold back a chuckle when he saw you doing this weird dance and the seals mimicking you.
You heard him chuckle and quickly turned around, looking straight at him and blushing. How… adorable!
“Hi! Can I help you?” “Oh… I’m… I’m from supervision, they sent me… to supervise?” WTF? He usually comes up with good stories, why couldn’t he lie properly staring at your curious face?
“So, uhm… about the seals. Are they getting the right treatment?” and you suddenly started talking about their feeding, their meds, even some biology jargons, it looked nothing like the girl who blushed before noticing she was being observed.
“Do you… like working here?” “Well, I… I’m a little worried about the new administration, but sure. I love this so much!” you eyes gleamed. Shit! Now he was the one blushing.
“About the new administration…” “I shouldn’t probably talk about this. Be careful on what you write on your report.” were you… worried for him? You didn’t even know him!
He knew he shouldn’t, but he really wanted to catch at least your name. Hell, now he was worried for you working for thugs! Was there nothing he could do to protect you?
Well, after the background check, he took the liberty to send your resumé to another aquarium, one with honest administrators. You didn’t remember sending any resumé to that place, so you knew it could only be his doing. Yes, even pushing you away like this at Rika’s apartment, you knew how much he cared about you…
He heard about the ice cream they were selling at this aquarium
But the restaurant there would open a little later, ugh… crap!
Well, since he’s here, why not take a look at what these children are making such a fuss about?
Then he sees you explaining to the kids about the starfishes and other animals at these interactive tanks.
“Be gentle, guys! Though it doesn’t show, they can feel everything!” he could see you were trying to be nice to the children, but you were more concerned about the animals.
“Yay! Now let’s take a look at the turtles?” they ran away from the tank.
“Why do they let animals like this for these brats to touch it?” “Well, it’s a… sensorial experience or… some bullshit like this.” Oh! Did you just swear? How feisty! “If you ask me, I think this is ridiculous and just stresses the animals, but… I don’t make the rules.”
“So why do you follow them?” “Well, isn’t it how society works?”
“What if there’s a place you don’t need to follow those rules?” “Well, this sound very utopic, but… I think it would be nice to me…and to the animals…”
Well, he couldn’t do much about the animals, but about you… did he just find his target to help him destroy RFA?
Yes, as he managed to hack into your phone, he knew! You were perfect to be taken to paradise!
He felt really inspired to take some pictures of this wonderful place with such wonderful creatures.
Well, he didn’t expect the most wondeful one to be a human.
He took pictures of this diver moving with the rays like they were all floating, it was amazing!
“My camera loves you… miss.” he took the initiative to talk to you when you came down, you looked puzzled, so he showed you the pictures.
“Oh, the rays are the fotogenic ones, actually.” “Yes, they move beautifully, it’s a shame I can’t really capture the whole movement of them.”
“Dude, are you kidding me? Look at this! You can feel the motion! It’s amazing! You’re… amazing!” and you blushed, he smiled softly, you were even more charming like this.
“Thank you, I’m just really lucky that sometimes I find just the right model.” “Oh yeah, the rays are great models!” he laughed, in addition to all of that, you were still funny? You were the amazing one here.
“You’re the guy they hired to take the promo pictures?” “Oh no, I’m just doing this for fun…” “So you’re a tourist?”
“I guess you can say that. Aren’t we all tourists when it comes to getting involved with these creatures?” “I don’t feel like a tourist around them.”
“Yes, you really look like one of them, look at this, it’s almost like a mermaid.” you blush furiously, and he grins, you’re definitely enchanting as a mermaid, at least.
He could talk to you all day if you let him, but then you got a call and ran without even saying goodbye. Well, maybe you two could meet up again one day? Who knows?
Them Thinking of Her as Property and Her Getting Angry: SHINee
His eyes would narrow as he’d stare at your heavily breathing form, slowly approaching you and tapping at the side of his head, later asking whether you were an idiot. As his hand would wrap around your throat and press lightly, he’d speak, “You’re in no position to go against my words, Kitten. I am here and you are mine. End of.”
He would totally get turned on. From all the girls he’s dated you had the most fight in yourself, and it’s not just the prospect of you getting angry that made him needy, it’s the fact that he was there to take that fight away from you; to make you succumb to him.
I think Key’d get into a fit of quiet rage. Who were you to say no to him? He could see you in whatever light he pleased so how dare you object to that. However, he would not initiate a fight and instead leave the room and the apartment all together, needing to cool himself off.
He wouldn’t get angry at all. Instead, he would be fascinated that you were so brave and would even applaud to that. However, he would warn you that you shouldn’t be like that, as it was more dangerous to you than it was to him.
He would dare you to do it again. He would dare you to go against his word. Sincerely, TaeMin isn’t a man who would put up with someone who tried to disregard him, and you were not out of that range, so therefore, you would be in for a ride if you did.
I can't believe Harry stopped for those fan pics yesterday, literally no one even had the slightest clue what was going on. Looking back at them you can tell there were some things going on his head. He's so brave cause I don't think I'd have in it me to be able to do something like that. I just really love that kid and my heart hurts.